All roads lead to this.

we go hard or go home, we ride or die. and we commit a few crimes along the way. [ RIDEORDIE ROLEPLAY IS A MATURE & LITERATE ROLEPLAY BASED ON THE FAST & FURIOUS FRANCHISE ]

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Lily Moretti

Unfortunately, Hollie has decided to drop her character, which means that we now have two open slots.

Please know that you're welcome to return at Ride or Die, Hollie! We'd love to see what Lily will then bring to the group, or another character. Best of luck! :')

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As you all know, the roleplay is already open!

Feel free to start plotting with your fellow roleplayers, and to either post open gif / icon / para starters as a way to start off. Be creative, and start developing your character.

You may even think of filling in a survey for your own character. For inspiration, you may take a look at the following questionnaires: one, two, three.

This week’s activity check is a response to Megaira Nevrakis’ para starter! The para covers the very start of the team. If you haven’t delved into it yet, you could utilize it to think of further reasons as to why your character joined the team:

“You know the risks—you know the dangers that are part of living this life and participating in this job. Only one question remains; are you in?”

There are a lot of ways as to how your character will answer this question. We would like to know what you all come up with!

You have the time to reply to this paragraph until next Friday, September 4, a week from now on. Should something come up and you’re not able to reply to it before that date, let us know! Other than that, no pressure. We’re only in the beginning of this roleplay, and we understand that you all have other obligations.

So, are you all ready?

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“Instead of wishing your life was different, why not sit down and enjoy the ride? Nobody with a dull life is actually happy, they’re just wishing that they made an actual daring once in awhile.”

B A S I C S

Name: Jude Crenshaw Specialty: Medicine Date of Birth: 05/08/1986 Place of Birth: Springfield, IL Faceclaim: B.J. Britt

B I O G R A P H Y

{ TW: mentions of hospitals. }

The only child born to Carrie and Eric Crenshaw, Jude was considered their pride and joy as soon as he entered the world. Living in the midwest provided a wealth of culture that the family could immerse themselves in as they grew older together. Jude’s mother stayed at home while she worked on her paintings during the day, and his father worked afternoon shifts at a local art museum. Before he was old enough to go to school, Jude’s mother had him situated at a table with finger-paints as soon as he was old enough to sit in a table on his own. She focused on the importance of creativity on a daily basis as she continued to strengthen her portfolio right alongside of him in hope that their child would be the next protégé of the art world. When he became old enough to go to school, both Carrie and Eric made sure to enroll him into an elementary school with a fine arts emphasis that could focus on strengthening his skill set.

Instead, it was an injury after falling off his bicycle that introduced Jude to the world he found himself destined to have. Instead of being afraid of the hospital and it’s various workers running throughout the halls, he embraced the curious new environment as his knee received four stitches. He found his questions unanswered by his parents when he began wondering about the logistics of a hospital, only to be quickly diverted to Picasso’s works through the years. Through junior high Jude continued to enroll in art classes in order to please his parents who were slowly working on building enough money for a studio space of their own, but it was his freshman guidance counselor who finally began answering the boy’s curious questions.

Jude managed to get a healthy share of both science and art courses through high school, but once college searching began he finally revealed his passion to his parents. Although disappointed in his lack of interest in art, both Carrie and Eric pursued the boy’s dream for medical school with just as much passion as they could give. Jude decided on getting his bachelor’s degree in Biology from a local college, close enough that he could still see his parents without struggle but at the same time feel like he could express all of the interests he turned away from in the past.

It took a few attempts at applications to medical school before Jude managed to land a spot for the following year. His grades in college were decent, but he found that there were many that excelled beyond what he was capable of and were automatically granted access to the various universities throughout the country. At age twenty-five, Jude managed to begin his adventure into medical school along with moving to a new state altogether. His time in school began on a good foot, but Jude found himself introduced to a new group of people that found it a little too easy to take advantage of his dreams of becoming a doctor. After a woman showed up to his apartment with a gunshot wound without a simple explanation, Jude found himself casually stealing intravenous fluids and other supplies from the hospital he was currently working at.

A one time offer to help turned quickly into multiple stealing instances from the hospital as soon as Jude was handed the large stack of cash he was offered as repayment for his time fixing various people’s wounds. It was no surprise that the hospital began noting the absence of supplies before they managed to pinpoint Jude’s key card entries were the night before items went missing. For a life that seemed to be on the way to success quickly turned into a life without a job and without an opportunity to get into the profession he dreamed of as a child.

Despite the opportunities lost, those that came to Jude for help continued to ask for wound care while working und the table to make sure he was provided the supplies needed to make sure they survived through each ordeal. Phone calls home to is parents turned into a painful absence altogether as Jude only expected the worse if they found out he no longer had the opportunity to become a medical doctor. Jude quickly began gaining a solid list of clientele who both provided supplies and could rely on him to get stitched up quickly. It wasn’t the job he dreamt of having, but as long as the money kept showing up on his doorstep Jude figured that he could manage just fine.

S P E C I A L T Y

It started out as a simple interest in the human anatomy in high school that blossomed into a college career choice of becoming a medical professional. Jude’s parents found it hard to complain about the boy’s set interest ever since childhood. He began as a medical scribe for a local physician at a local hospital through college, until he gained acceptance into medical school when he was twenty-five years old. Taking notes for a doctor on patient reports was one thing, but being able to see patients on his own was the ultimate dream.

Jude always finds a thrill with assisting patients, no matter if the situation seems stressful or not. His previous experience working in a local emergency room has helped his mind and focus during high-pressure situations where he must work quickly. Even though he did not complete medical school, Jude can be considered a valuable asset in the realm of Wound Care and General Medicine.

J O I N E D  T H E  T E A M

When Jude lost his chance at getting his proper licensure to start his own practice, it wasn’t a surprise when he began looking at other means to make money, along with paying off some of the debt he accumulated over the years. Despite no longer having access to hospital equipment and supplies, Jude found himself working with a local group around town making deals with those who could find them a shortcut into supply rooms and loading docks in order to get what he needed in a blink of an eye. After making himself a reasonable stockpile, Jude found himself selling consultations to anyone who appeared they needed a doctor. Instead of asking questions about the personal life of those that seen him, Jude merely mended their wounds as best as he could and collected the cash he was given. He wasn’t sure who began tossing his name around, or whom he might have helped over the years that offered his name to someone looking for a medicinal background. Now instead of a pure thrill from medicine, Jude found himself eager for a life of wealth and risk.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

+ Intelligent, resourceful, decisive, reliable – Reserved, tense, anxious, impatient

Q U I R K S

• Jude finds that his hands shake on occasion when he isn’t focused on a specific task. He’s constantly in search of something to busy his hands with when he isn’t working in order to stop them. • He has a strong hatred toward smart phones and refuses to update from his occasional throw away flip phones. He finds himself disgusted by those that spent the majority of their time playing apps on their phones or texting during a conversation that they are having with him. • Even through college, Jude hated drinking coffee and now refuses to drink it altogether. He attempted to drink it a few times during late nights of homework, but found that it wasn’t helping him at all. During the winter he will put hot chocolate in a portable mug as many do with coffee. • As a child, he was taught the importance of keeping his mind alert and constantly active, even when he was not working. Because of this, Jude’s possessions include a variety of puzzle books that he uses on a daily basis.

C O N N E C T I O N S

{ Three connections. To be added when possible. }

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“Are you willing to do what it takes, whatever it takes, to succeed and to survive? You’ll have to be.”

B A S I C S

Name: Moira Valmont Specialty: Wet Work Date of Birth: 16/10/1983 Place of Birth: Manchester, England Faceclaim: Rebecca Mader

B I O G R A P H Y

{ TW: mentions of death, murder, and kidnapping. }

Born into an upper class family in Manchester, Moira enjoyed a relatively posh upbringing. She had no real silver spoon, but she had no particular worries or woes either. She was well liked in her private school, was being scouted by various universities from an early age, had a loving boyfriend, good relationship with her family, and led the women’s rugby and swimming teams in her schools.

Things changed during her kidnapping.

Used as leverage to have her parents pay exorbitant sums of money for simple glimpses at their daughter, with millions of pounds that they did not possess as the ransom, Moira was in captivity for six weeks before she had a window of opportunity. She broke from her restraints, wrists raw from rope burns, ankles in manacles she broke with the chair she had been kept on, she strangled and hung one of her captors with the very robes she’d been bound with before bashing the skull of the other in with the metal folding chair she had been trapped on.

She stumbled from the place she had been held captive in, barefoot, bloody, and filled with adrenaline. She was not weak. She did not cry or beg for them when they tried to force her to in hopes of squeezing more money from her family. She broke them instead.

Life never fully returned to normal for her. Some part of her liked what she had done to her captors. She craved the power it gave her to force them to feel helpless, and to know that she was going to kill them.

She later changed her identity with her family’s help, hoping to get away from who she had been, and what had been done to her and her family. Things never did get better. She could not return to who she had been. She wasn’t sure she even wanted to anymore.

Over ten years later, having graduated from Cambridge University and retired from sports, she become the mistress of a wealthy, corrupt banking executive. Involved with duplicitous means and cruel to those beneath him, when Moira finally left of her own volition, he had her parents taken out. And so she went looking for revenge.

Officially the death of her former lover was a hunting accident. While big game hunting he was killed after falling out of his vehicle. It was remarkably easy for her. She had her revenge, but no satisfaction. Only a want for more. There were more people out there like him, people who thought that women were things and people were toys, and she found work in taking them out.

A freelancer, an avenging angel, she struck quickly and without mercy. Collateral damage happened, but it served a greater good. In time her own morals became corrupted, falling in love with the hunt and with money and what it could buy her. She realized she was a bad person, but she struggled to do good with the talents she had cultivated in the now over fifteen years she had been in her line of work. There were casualties, obviously, but she did good in cleaning up the mess the world was in. Her conscience was clear. Maybe someday she’d ‘atone’ or something, or maybe one day someone would kill her for what she did. In the end it didn’t matter. Little did.

S P E C I A L T Y

Wet Work. In teams like this, with goals such that they hold, sometimes there are… unpleasant factors. Ones less noble than they would like to be a part of. That is where Moira steps in. Assassination through the subtlest of poisonings to bombings and sniping public figures, there is only one certainty when it comes to wet work, and that is that it is never pretty. Moira is trained in getting things done quickly, cleanly, and always getting her mark. Trained to work with various firearms, explosives, and hand to hand combat, Moira has honed her body and very being into a weapon.       Given the countless variables that can go wrong during a job, Moira has developed a large repertoire of ideas; she knows how to deconstruct a problem, last minute changes are of no consequence, the job will get done and there’s no reason to worry about it if you’re smart.       Her line of work has her taken on numerous identities, she has been a secretary to CEOs, the faceless public enemy to have destroyed an entire office building while taking out corrupt politicians, a bank security guard, and once a school crossing guard.

J O I N E D  T H E  T E A M

After a hit, four and half months between jobs, Moira Valmont, was living in the South of France under the alias of Thalia Go, the wife of a accountant in Hong Kong. Content with sunning herself and enjoying the clear waters and luxurious trappings, she began considering her retirement.

Then came the call.

The job specifics were unclear, but the incentive was there. It was odd, but she was not terribly afraid of a set up or sting. She’d gotten out of worse. What tempted her was the idea of a team, of working with people as brilliant as she, of testing the limits of her abilities, and perhaps the idea of helping others while helping herself. It’d work out quite well, or she’d leave a body count on the way home.

Now she lends her questionable skills and unquestionable talents to her team; distractions, infilatration, problem solving, and occasional application of brute force to clear a path - you name it, she’s on it.

It’s just that sometimes, with how close they are, how much of a family they seem to be, she feels like the spinster next door who gets invited to Christmas dinner out of pity. She has problems trusting them so far, wondering if she’s the one who will take the fall if things go south, but her mind might change, if she’s given reason.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

+ Honest, determined, resourceful, intelligent – Amoral, detached, stubborn, petty

Q U I R K S

• Moira once hired a maid service to clean her flat, but ended up having to clean the entire place herself after they left, finding their job completely unsatisfactory. • Her storage locker is filled with excess books that she occasionally rotates with those in her home. • She does not often engage in relationships, romantic, sexual, or platonic; she’s a big spoon, if it gets there, though. • She sleeps with a fan on and a comforter at all times of the year; her body temperature regulates itself a lot - she is never too hot or cold.

C O N N E C T I O N S

{ Three connections. To be added when possible. }

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Moira Valmont

Jude Crenshaw

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Welcome to Ride or Die, Blair!

Great application; Jude's characterization is strong, and we would love to have him in the roleplay! With that being said, please create your character's account within the next 24 hours. Just let us know if you happen to need an extension.

For further information, you may take a look at the checklist for new members. Should you have further questions, don't hesitate to ask them.

And, once again: Welcome to the roleplay!

OOC INFORMATION

Name: Blair

Age: { Of Age }

Preferred pronouns: She/Her

Time zone: Central Standard

Activity Level: I do work full time each day, but once I’m home for the day I’m online for multiple hours working on replies and plotting for roleplays. I’m always available on Skype for plotting, and sometimes even work on replies while I’m at work. I’d give myself a solid seven or eight out of ten.

Roleplaying Experience: I’ve been roleplaying for about ten years in a variety of genres. I began on roleplaying forums and eventually switched over to Tumblr in 2012.

Triggers: { Removed for Privacy }

Are you prepared for mature content: Yes

IC INFORMATION

Character Name: Jude Crenshaw

Age: Twenty-Nine

Specialty: Medicine

Date of Birth: 05/08/1986

Place of Birth: Springfield, IL

Face Claim: B.J Britt

Character Bio:

The only child born to Carrie and Eric Crenshaw, Jude was considered their pride and joy as soon as he entered the world. Living in the midwest provided a wealth of culture that the family could immerse themselves in as they grew older together. Jude’s mother stayed at home while she worked on her paintings during the day, and his father worked afternoon shifts at a local art museum. Before he was old enough to go to school, Jude’s mother had him situated at a table with finger-paints as soon as he was old enough to sit in a table on his own. She focused on the importance of creativity on a daily basis as she continued to strengthen her portfolio right alongside of him in hope that their child would be the next protégé of the art world. When he became old enough to go to school, both Carrie and Eric made sure to enroll him into an elementary school with a fine arts emphasis that could focus on strengthening his skill set.

Instead, it was an injury after falling off his bicycle that introduced Jude to the world he found himself destined to have. Instead of being afraid of the hospital and it’s various workers running throughout the halls, he embraced the curious new environment as his knee received four stitches. He found his questions unanswered by his parents when he began wondering about the logistics of a hospital, only to be quickly diverted to Picasso’s works through the years. Through junior high Jude continued to enroll in art classes in order to please his parents who were slowly working on building enough money for a studio space of their own, but it was his freshman guidance counselor who finally began answering the boy’s curious questions.

Jude managed to get a healthy share of both science and art courses through high school, but once college searching began he finally revealed his passion to his parents. Although disappointed in his lack of interest in art, both Carrie and Eric pursued the boy’s dream for medical school with just as much passion as they could give. Jude decided on getting his bachelor’s degree in Biology from a local college, close enough that he could still see his parents without struggle but at the same time feel like he could express all of the interests he turned away from in the past.

It took a few attempts at applications to medical school before Jude managed to land a spot for the following year. His grades in college were decent, but he found that there were many that excelled beyond what he was capable of and were automatically granted access to the various universities throughout the country. At age twenty-five, Jude managed to begin his adventure into medical school along with moving to a new state altogether. His time in school began on a good foot, but Jude found himself introduced to a new group of people that found it a little too easy to take advantage of his dreams of becoming a doctor. After a woman showed up to his apartment with a gunshot wound without a simple explanation, Jude found himself casually stealing intravenous fluids and other supplies from the hospital he was currently working at.

A one time offer to help turned quickly into multiple stealing instances from the hospital as soon as Jude was handed the large stack of cash he was offered as repayment for his time fixing various people’s wounds. It was no surprise that the hospital began noting the absence of supplies before they managed to pinpoint Jude’s key card entries were the night before items went missing. For a life that seemed to be on the way to success quickly turned into a life without a job and without an opportunity to get into the profession he dreamed of as a child.

Despite the opportunities lost, those that came to Jude for help continued to ask for wound care while working und the table to make sure he was provided the supplies needed to make sure they survived through each ordeal. Phone calls home to is parents turned into a painful absence altogether as Jude only expected the worse if they found out he no longer had the opportunity to become a medical doctor. Jude quickly began gaining a solid list of clientele who both provided supplies and could rely on him to get stitched up quickly. It wasn’t the job he dreamt of having, but as long as the money kept showing up on his doorstep Jude figured that he could manage just fine.

Specialty:

It started out as a simple interest in the human anatomy in high school that blossomed into a college career choice of becoming a medical professional. Jude’s parents found it hard to complain about the boy’s set interest ever since childhood. He began as a medical scribe for a local physician at a local hospital through college, until he gained acceptance into medical school when he was twenty-five years old. Taking notes for a doctor on patient reports was one thing, but being able to see patients on his own was the ultimate dream.

Jude always finds a thrill with assisting patients, no matter if the situation seems stressful or not. His previous experience working in a local emergency room has helped his mind and focus during high-pressure situations where he must work quickly. Even though he did not complete medical school, Jude can be considered a valuable asset in the realm of Wound Care and General Medicine.

Joined the team:

When Jude lost his chance at getting his proper licensure to start his own practice, it wasn’t a surprise when he began looking at other means to make money, along with paying off some of the debt he accumulated over the years. Despite no longer having access to hospital equipment and supplies, Jude found himself working with a local group around town making deals with those who could find them a shortcut into supply rooms and loading docks in order to get what he needed in a blink of an eye. After making himself a reasonable stockpile, Jude found himself selling consultations to anyone who appeared they needed a doctor. Instead of asking questions about the personal life of those that seen him, Jude merely mended their wounds as best as he could and collected the cash he was given. He wasn’t sure who began tossing his name around, or whom he might have helped over the years that offered his name to someone looking for a medicinal background. Now instead of a pure thrill from medicine, Jude found himself eager for a life of wealth and risk.

Personality Traits:

+ Intelligent, Resourceful, Decisive, Reliable

- : Reserved, Tense, Anxious, Impatient

Quirks:

Jude finds that his hands shake on occasion when he isn’t focused on a specific task. He’s constantly in search of something to busy his hands with when he isn’t working in order to stop them.

He has a strong hatred toward smart phones and refuses to update from his occasional throw away flip phones. He finds himself disgusted by those that spent the majority of their time playing apps on their phones or texting during a conversation that they are having with him.

Even through college, Jude hated drinking coffee and now refuses to drink it altogether. He attempted to drink it a few times during late nights of homework, but found that it wasn’t helping him at all. During the winter he will put hot chocolate in a portable mug as many do with coffee.

As a child, he was taught the importance of keeping his mind alert and constantly active, even when he was not working. Because of this, Jude’s possessions include a variety of puzzle books that he uses on a daily basis.

Connections: { Three connections. To be added when possible. }

Personal Quote: “Instead of wishing your life was different, why not sit down and enjoy the ride? Nobody with a dull life is actually happy, they’re just wishing that they made an actual daring once in awhile.”

Para Sample: (blood tw)

“You gotta help us man, she’s gonna bleed out!”

“Dude, I know you’re in there!”

The voice was recognizable, someone that Jude assumed he saw in passing through the hospital, or perhaps he looked over an injury that they had. The last thing he was going to do was leave someone yelling out in front of his apartment, but as soon as he opened the door the woman being drug inside was an unfamiliar face altogether. Hands twisted together in front of him, Jude’s face contorted at the sight of her pained face and the blood that was quickly pooling on the corner of his couch as soon as the man dropped her onto the cushions.

“Just give me a second alright? I need prep and.. shit, I should.. um” Jude quickly looked around the apartment before making a beeline for the shelf at the end of the hall that contained a few simple tools that he could keep at home. They weren’t anything hospital grade, but if it came down to it Jude was almost sure he could figure out something to make sure there wasn’t a dead girl laying on his couch soon. Tweezers in hand, Jude turned on his heel back to the front of the couch only to be thrown a heavy bag. Dropping it at his feet, Jude quickly took out the IV solution and various lengths of gauze, his face looking back at the man just as confused as he was before.

“Are you gonna just sit there and shit your pants or what? Help my lady out will ya?”

His voice was clearly panicked, but it didn’t have the same tone as many who showed up in the emergency room with patients being carted in by ambulance. “I.. sorry, yeah,” Jude quickly dropped to his knees in front of the couch, quickly moving the hair away from her shoulder. There was no question the wound was inflicted by some sort of gunshot, and the task of retrieving bullet fragments would be a task all own it’s own. “Can I ask what exactly hap…,” Jude began as he slowly dabbed a small amount of antiseptic on the wound only to receive a hand wave in response,

“You gotta help her man, we’ll make sure you’re paid and well off. Just save her for me!”

The man’s last statement made his ears ring with panic sending his hands quickly into the bullet removal procedure he had done only a few times before, but as far as he was concerned he had to make sure she walked away from the situation. Money was hardly a statement he had heard through his makeshift IV set up and stabilization of her vitals, but it wasn’t until hours later when Jude was slowly stitching the wound closed that he heard the stack of money dropped on the coffee table behind him.

He offered them a place to stay for the night, but once again his question was brushed away in an instant as he watched the man uncomfortably lift the woman once more. “You shouldn’t take her so fast.. It’s not good to move her right now,” Jude offered in protest, a frown obviously apparent across his features. The response he received was once again expected, but left open enough that he was questioning what exactly it meant.

“We’ll manage here buddy, or should we call you Doctor In Training? Don’t worry about this, there’s gonna be more where this comes from as long as you want that stack of dough to continue coming.”

Swallowing thickly trying to ignore his thoughts of protest and refusal altogether Jude supplied the man with a simple nod in response before he watched them exit the apartment. Instead of studying, Jude now had the wonderful task of scrubbing blood from his floor and couch for the night. Eyes immediately focusing on the money left behind, his left hand picked up the pile in amazement over the size of bills. Instead of a night filled with confusion as he cleaned, Jude kept his mind focused on the money that would hopefully grow larger as long as he was willing to have a few extra visitors.

It couldn’t be that bad, could it?

Anything Else?

Nope!

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Welcome to Ride or Die, Kaleton!

The application was written very well! Moira sounds pretty dangerous but interesting; we're glad to have her on the team. So, please create your character's account within the next 24 hours. If you need more time, let us know.

For further information, you may refer to the checklist for new members. If you have questions, feel free to ask them!

And, once again: Welcome to the roleplay!

OOC INFORMATION

Name: Kaleton

Age: { Of Age }

Preferred pronouns: They/Them

Time zone: EST

Activity Level: I should be pretty active; I have university resuming September 10th, but honestly I have no life so it’s easy for me to stay active. I will always let the main/admins know if or when I may be away for an extended period of time (which is unlikely because I need wifi and don’t go where it’s not present)

Roleplaying Experience: 6? I’m probably a bad judge of this; I’ve been involved in multiple 1x1 RPs in the past, so my para skills are pretty good, and I’m currently a part of the Mors Exordium RP here on tumblr, where I’ve improved my general RP skills with more than one partner at a time

Triggers: None.

Are you prepared for mature content: Yes, this is not a problem for me.

IC INFORMATION

Character Name: Moira Valmont

Age: 32

Specialty: Wet Work

Date of Birth: October 16, 1983

Place of Birth: Manchester, England

Face Claim: Rebecca Mader

Character Bio: tw: death, murder, and kidnapping

Born into an upper class family in Manchester, Moira enjoyed a relatively posh upbringing. She had no real silver spoon, but she had no particular worries or woes either. She was well liked in her private school, was being scouted by various universities from an early age, had a loving boyfriend, good relationship with her family, and led the women’s rugby and swimming teams in her schools.

Things changed during her kidnapping.

Used as leverage to have her parents pay exorbitant sums of money for simple glimpses at their daughter, with millions of pounds that they did not possess as the ransom, Moira was in captivity for six weeks before she had a window of opportunity. She broke from her restraints, wrists raw from rope burns, ankles in manacles she broke with the chair she had been kept on, she strangled and hung one of her captors with the very robes she’d been bound with before bashing the skull of the other in with the metal folding chair she had been trapped on.

She stumbled from the place she had been held captive in, barefoot, bloody, and filled with adrenaline. She was not weak. She did not cry or beg for them when they tried to force her to in hopes of squeezing more money from her family. She broke them instead.

Life never fully returned to normal for her. Some part of her liked what she had done to her captors. She craved the power it gave her to force them to feel helpless, and to know that she was going to kill them.

She later changed her identity with her family’s help, hoping to get away from who she had been, and what had been done to her and her family. Things never did get better. She could not return to who she had been. She wasn’t sure she even wanted to anymore.

Over ten years later, having graduated from Cambridge University and retired from sports, she become the mistress of a wealthy, corrupt banking executive. Involved with duplicitous means and cruel to those beneath him, when Moira finally left of her own volition, he had her parents taken out. And so she went looking for revenge.

Officially the death of her former lover was a hunting accident. While big game hunting he was killed after falling out of his vehicle. It was remarkably easy for her. She had her revenge, but no satisfaction. Only a want for more. There were more people out there like him, people who thought that women were things and people were toys, and she found work in taking them out.

A freelancer, an avenging angel, she struck quickly and without mercy. Collateral damage happened, but it served a greater good. In time her own morals became corrupted, falling in love with the hunt and with money and what it could buy her. She realized she was a bad person, but she struggled to do good with the talents she had cultivated in the now over fifteen years she had been in her line of work. There were casualties, obviously, but she did good in cleaning up the mess the world was in. Her conscience was clear. Maybe someday she’d ‘atone’ or something, or maybe one day someone would kill her for what she did. In the end it didn’t matter. Little did.

Specialty:

Wet Work. In teams like this, with goals such that they hold, sometimes there are… unpleasant factors. Ones less noble than they would like to be a part of. That is where Moira steps in. Assassination through the subtlest of poisonings to bombings and sniping public figures, there is only one certainty when it comes to wet work, and that is that it is never pretty. Moira is trained in getting things done quickly, cleanly, and always getting her mark. Trained to work with various firearms, explosives, and hand to hand combat, Moira has honed her body and very being into a weapon.       Given the countless variables that can go wrong during a job, Moira has developed a large repertoire of ideas; she knows how to deconstruct a problem, last minute changes are of no consequence, the job will get done and there’s no reason to worry about it if you’re smart.       Her line of work has her taken on numerous identities, she has been a secretary to CEOs, the faceless public enemy to have destroyed an entire office building while taking out corrupt politicians, a bank security guard, and once a school crossing guard.

Joined the team:

After a hit, four and half months between jobs, Moira Valmont, was living in the South of France under the alias of Thalia Go, the wife of a accountant in Hong Kong. Content with sunning herself and enjoying the clear waters and luxurious trappings, she began considering her retirement.

Then came the call.

The job specifics were unclear, but the incentive was there. It was odd, but she was not terribly afraid of a set up or sting. She’d gotten out of worse. What tempted her was the idea of a team, of working with people as brilliant as she, of testing the limits of her abilities, and perhaps the idea of helping others while helping herself. It’d work out quite well, or she’d leave a body count on the way home.

Now she lends her questionable skills and unquestionable talents to her team; distractions, infilatration, problem solving, and occasional application of brute force to clear a path - you name it, she’s on it.

It’s just that sometimes, with how close they are, how much of a family they seem to be, she feels like the spinster next door who gets invited to Christmas dinner out of pity. She has problems trusting them so far, wondering if she’s the one who will take the fall if things go south, but her mind might change, if she’s given reason.

Personality Traits:

+ Honest  + Determined  + Resourceful  + Intelligent

- Amoral  - Detached  - Stubborn  - Petty

Quirks:

Moira once hired a maid service to clean her flat, but ended up having to clean the entire place herself after they left, finding their job completely unsatisfactory

Her storage locker is filled with excess books that she occasionally rotates with those in her home

She does not often engage in relationships, romantic, sexual, or platonic; she’s a big spoon, if it gets there, though.

She sleeps with a fan on and a comforter at all times of the year; her body temperature regulates itself a lot - she is never too hot or cold

Connections: { Three connections. To be added when possible. }

Personal Quote: “Are you willing to do what it takes, whatever it takes, to succeed and to survive? You’ll have to be.”

Para Sample:

This job promised to be fun. It was a simple matter really, but there were plenty of variables to take into account, things that could go wrong far too easily for her comfort, but that always made it a bit better, really. A casino party held along fabulous Las Vegas’ infamous Strip; a ‘charitable’ event held by men with too much money and time, under the pretense of doing good and donating a paltry sum of what both they, and the House would be taking in tonight.

Getting inside wasn’t hard. She procured a ticked for herself under a new name, Melena Riley, a breast cancer researcher. She had been given the layout of the building and immediately noticed a problem - a panic room. If she scared the mark he’d retreat into that fortified hole and she’d lose him. Another matter? Her client was here too. Apparently this was professional jealous. Something trivial like that. All that did matter was that Jean St. Lauren died tonight. She’d get paid, and her client was going to make sure that generous donations would be made in his memory to the charity of the evening.

The party was in swing and she was on her third cocktail by the time she spotted St. Lauren, schmoozing with a group of older white men along a roulette table. She removed the back of an earring and placed it along the edge of the slot machine she was seated before, and the tiny pulse bomb inside it went off as she made her way towards the safe room. Security was scrambling to reactivate cameras, meanwhile she was sabotaging the door to the shelter.

Her client had a firearm smuggled in, and left its location for her. She used a match from the bar to set off the smoke alarms, fired a shot into the air in seclusion, and screamed.

Panic ensued. As many people were ushered out quickly by security, St. Lauren and his cronies came running for the panic room. She asked desperately to be let in with them, claiming to be fearful for her life, seeing a gunman nearby. Lauren shoved her out of the way and as the doors opened to the safe room he ran in.

He was decapitated by the doors to his own sanctuary.

Anything Else?

The song “Atom Bomb Baby” inspired a great deal of her creation

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when is the next acceptance?

Today! :) In a few hours, we will put up the accepted applications.

— Nia

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The application count has been updated: +01

face claim: B.J. Britt

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The application count has been updated: +01

face claim: Rebecca Mader

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And like that, the RP has officially started!

As mentioned in the previous admin’s note, a para has been posted on Megaira’s blog today and with that, the RP has officially begun! Please, all players, try to reply to this para before Friday (when I'll return from freshens week). This counts as your activity check!

Have fun out there and I'll be back before you know it ;-) . In the meantime, my second in command Nia will do a flawless job at taking charge of the RP while I'm probably raining away on a camping site, having to control 8 newbie students. Life is good...........

I'll see all of you again in the fast line on Friday (and I'll be looking forward to reading all of your replies to the para)!

— Valerie

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All right, listen up all of you daredevils!

A lot of you know that I'm on holiday (and will be part of the freshers week staff a day after my return home) but I cannot keep you guys waiting. In character, as Megaira, I will post a message either today or tomorrow which will kickoff the start of our thrilling RP.

For all of you lurkers out there in the darkness, you are more than welcome to send applications in! After all, we are still a few good criminals short of our complete crew...

— Valerie

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Please follow:

Eugene Sullivan

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“The only difference between you and me is that you pretend that you’re doing this for the intangible benefit of others, while I know it’s wrong, but I do it anyway. Utilitarianism versus deontology.”

B A S I C S

Name: Eugene “Sully” Sullivan Specialty: Thief Date of Birth: 06/01/1989 Place of Birth: New York, New York Faceclaim: Chace Crawford

B I O G R A P H Y

At first it may seem that Eugene Sullivan was born into an insulated life with a stable and financially-secure family, but his childhood was far from happy. As an only child, Sully was the sole heir and thereby the recipient of all of his parents’ attention and aspirations. Discipline, routine, and structure are three constants that Sully can recall from early memory. Sundays were spent under the arched, vaulted ceilings and stained-glass windows of the church under the burning gaze of a God who wasn’t real. His father, a politician, would rarely have enough time to be home, but when he was, he would try to shape his son into his own image and educate him on the ways of the higher class. Time spent with his father consisted of teaching him politics, law, and how to appear flawless in order so that his rivals would have no foothold upon which to destroy him. His mother, who had been a Principal Dancer for her ballet company in her youth, would drag Sully to dance classes—first ballroom, then jazz, then modern, then ballet. Long hours were spent at the studio—either learning or being babysat by a volunteer in the room over while pupils of varying age brackets funneled in and out for their sessions. When Sully turned six, he was enrolled in gymnastics classes to further perfect his form. No day would go by where Sully didn’t feel the stifling guilt of being a disappointment or the crippling weight of his parents’ expectations.

Rebellion started discretely and in bursts—stealing papers from his father’s office, taking money from the offering plate, selling his mother’s jewelry when she turned her back—all while still maintaining the guise of being the perfect son. Yet, he knew that he could never win freedom from his parents while staying under the same roof. Sully graduated from the School of American Ballet and by seventeen, joined the New York City Ballet. While Sully was initially planning to obey his mother and stay with the ballet company, the prospect of joining a modern circus troupe based in San Francisco came to Sully’s attention. It was a haphazard audition, but twenty-two years of suffocation under the watchful eyes of his parents amounted to a decision that would lead him away from the stark concrete lines of the city that he had grown accustomed to. 

Sully had some reservations that he was making a mistake, but even that wasn’t enough to stop him from buying a one-way plane ticket to the LAX. And once he settled into his new life, it had seemed like joining the circus was one of the best, albeit also one of the only, independent decisions that he had ever made. The troupe was a hive-mind of different people who had forged their own social networks in buildings and rooms next to other communities and cultures unlike their own. Appreciated as one of the formative underground performance groups, Sully flourished alongside the troupe in the spotlight. And as Sully traveled from city to city internationally with the group, he resumed his career in theft. His heists became more frequent and complex without the time restraints that his career of a professional ballet dancer required. Once a month, maybe twice, a glittering gemstone would be stolen. Rolls of money would just disappear. Priceless paintings would vanish. More importantly, he was never caught. To the police department and the public, he was a ghost and it wasn’t long before he gained a reputation as one of the world’s most elusive and economically damaging thieves. Media called him “the Wraith”.

Injuries happen—accidents happen, but for Sully, the thing that would incapacitate him was slow and insidious. To be performing rigorously for years of his life took its toll on Sully, with the peak years of his physical output with the troupe burning him out beyond repair. It’s no secret that many acrobats will retire in their 20s if they push themselves too hard, or if they don’t keep strict health regimens, and unfortunately for Sully, naively ignoring a pain in his leg cost him his dream job. What started as a pinprick developed into an immobilizing agony, and in missing weeks of practice while on medical leave, it became evident that someone else would need to take Sully’s role. The troupe returned with the grave news that it’d be best advised for him to find a new, low-impact profession and offered him a position as a technician, but Sully politely declined and quit the troupe all together. Perhaps in the future, when his injuries completely healed, he’d return to the stage. Until then, he resigned himself to living in Manhattan by himself and doing his next most exhilarating hobby after performing: thievery.

S P E C I A L T Y

The Sullivans never struggled economically, so for Sully, stealing was never a means for survival. Growing up, Sully had the strange combination of being diligently studied in some ways, but also ignored in others. If anything, stealing was a way to get his parents’ attention, but only a few phone calls from his father were enough to get his minor crimes glossed over. His thefts became gradually more elaborate, and he soon found that nothing but a performance was quite as intoxicating as a successful heist. Thievery was a career catered to his particular set of talents in dance and gymnastics. 

J O I N E D  T H E  T E A M

After leaving the troupe, Sully wasn’t immediately in peak condition to be maneuvering in and out of buildings, so he returned to New York City intending to take a short hiatus from crime. He stayed at his family penthouse for a few months with his parents, who did not stop reprimanding and ridiculing him for wasting his potential and trying to run away from his “calling”. During his entire stay, he obeyed every command from his physical therapist and exerted himself during practice in order to recover so that he could leave again. As his injuries healed, he began to look for jobs around the area and jump back into the arts and stole small amounts of money in order to pay for the career that his parents were unwilling to fund. While he was searching, he received a phone call from an unknown number who asked if Eugene Sullivan was interested in a job opening. Thinking it was just one of his father’s friends, he was about to hang up when they reworded the question and asked if the Wraith was looking for a job.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

+ Resourceful, charming, determined, witty – Cynical, egotistical, insubordinate, pessimistic

Q U I R K S

• An article in the New York Times alluded to his identity being a female for whatever reason and gained public interest. It was simultaneously hilarious to Sully as well as another means of security that kept the public a couple of more steps away from discovering his true identity. While he was working by himself, he did not put himself above signing Love, the Wraith and XOXO in lipstick on the window as he escaped. • Sully has immaculate handwriting. His doodles on napkins often equate to calligraphy. While he was with the circus troupe, he would occasionally help the artists paint the signs. • In elementary school, Sully had a stutter. Although he went to speech therapy and lost his stutter, he still has some lingering anxiety. He occasionally struggles from panic attacks, but he’s learned to cover most of its signs from the people around him. • After years of pretending in front of his parents, to learning how to win against his opponents from his father, to acting in certain productions, Sully has mastered the art of acting. He can easily shift from one persona to another and assume the personality of a stranger.

C O N N E C T I O N S

{ Three connections. To be added when possible. }

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Welcome to Ride or Die, Jo!

The application you sent in was an intriguing read; we're convinced Sully is a great character, and we'd love to see what he will bring to the team. Without further ado, please create your character's account within the next 24 hours. Should you need an extension, let us know.

For further information, you may took a look at the checklist for new members. If you have any questions, feel free to ask them.

And, once again: Welcome to the roleplay!

OOC INFORMATION

Name: Jo

Age: { Of Age }

Preferred pronouns: she/her

Time zone: EST

Activity Level: Anywhere from 6-10/10. I can usually get on at least once a day and get to a few replies, but there might be days when I’m unable to if I’m busy IRL.

Roleplaying Experience: 8. I’m not sure if I’m assessing myself correctly, but I’ve been roleplaying on Tumblr for four years. I like to think that I’ve gotten a good handle on roleplaying during that time, but obviously, I’m not perfect and I still have things to learn.

Triggers: None.

Are you prepared for mature content: Yes.

IC INFORMATION

Character Name: Eugene “Sully” Sullivan

Age: 26

Specialty: Thief

Date of Birth: January 6, 1989

Place of Birth: New York, New York

Face Claim: Chace Crawford

Character Bio:

At first it may seem that Eugene Sullivan was born into an insulated life with a stable and financially-secure family, but his childhood was far from happy. As an only child, Sully was the sole heir and thereby the recipient of all of his parents’ attention and aspirations. Discipline, routine, and structure are three constants that Sully can recall from early memory. Sundays were spent under the arched, vaulted ceilings and stained-glass windows of the church under the burning gaze of a God who wasn’t real. His father, a politician, would rarely have enough time to be home, but when he was, he would try to shape his son into his own image and educate him on the ways of the higher class. Time spent with his father consisted of teaching him politics, law, and how to appear flawless in order so that his rivals would have no foothold upon which to destroy him. His mother, who had been a Principal Dancer for her ballet company in her youth, would drag Sully to dance classes—first ballroom, then jazz, then modern, then ballet. Long hours were spent at the studio—either learning or being babysat by a volunteer in the room over while pupils of varying age brackets funneled in and out for their sessions. When Sully turned six, he was enrolled in gymnastics classes to further perfect his form. No day would go by where Sully didn’t feel the stifling guilt of being a disappointment or the crippling weight of his parents’ expectations.

Rebellion started discretely and in bursts—stealing papers from his father’s office, taking money from the offering plate, selling his mother’s jewelry when she turned her back—all while still maintaining the guise of being the perfect son. Yet, he knew that he could never win freedom from his parents while staying under the same roof. Sully graduated from the School of American Ballet and by seventeen, joined the New York City Ballet. While Sully was initially planning to obey his mother and stay with the ballet company, the prospect of joining a modern circus troupe based in San Francisco came to Sully’s attention. It was a haphazard audition, but twenty-two years of suffocation under the watchful eyes of his parents amounted to a decision that would lead him away from the stark concrete lines of the city that he had grown accustomed to. 

Sully had some reservations that he was making a mistake, but even that wasn’t enough to stop him from buying a one-way plane ticket to the LAX. And once he settled into his new life, it had seemed like joining the circus was one of the best, albeit also one of the only, independent decisions that he had ever made. The troupe was a hive-mind of different people who had forged their own social networks in buildings and rooms next to other communities and cultures unlike their own. Appreciated as one of the formative underground performance groups, Sully flourished alongside the troupe in the spotlight. And as Sully traveled from city to city internationally with the group, he resumed his career in theft. His heists became more frequent and complex without the time restraints that his career of a professional ballet dancer required. Once a month, maybe twice, a glittering gemstone would be stolen. Rolls of money would just disappear. Priceless paintings would vanish. More importantly, he was never caught. To the police department and the public, he was a ghost and it wasn’t long before he gained a reputation as one of the world’s most elusive and economically damaging thieves. Media called him “the Wraith”.

Injuries happen—accidents happen, but for Sully, the thing that would incapacitate him was slow and insidious. To be performing rigorously for years of his life took its toll on Sully, with the peak years of his physical output with the troupe burning him out beyond repair. It’s no secret that many acrobats will retire in their 20s if they push themselves too hard, or if they don’t keep strict health regimens, and unfortunately for Sully, naively ignoring a pain in his leg cost him his dream job. What started as a pinprick developed into an immobilizing agony, and in missing weeks of practice while on medical leave, it became evident that someone else would need to take Sully’s role. The troupe returned with the grave news that it’d be best advised for him to find a new, low-impact profession and offered him a position as a technician, but Sully politely declined and quit the troupe all together. Perhaps in the future, when his injuries completely healed, he’d return to the stage. Until then, he resigned himself to living in Manhattan by himself and doing his next most exhilarating hobby after performing: thievery.

Specialty:

The Sullivans never struggled economically, so for Sully, stealing was never a means for survival. Growing up, Sully had the strange combination of being diligently studied in some ways, but also ignored in others. If anything, stealing was a way to get his parents’ attention, but only a few phone calls from his father were enough to get his minor crimes glossed over. His thefts became gradually more elaborate, and he soon found that nothing but a performance was quite as intoxicating as a successful heist. Thievery was a career catered to his particular set of talents in dance and gymnastics. 

Joined the team:

After leaving the troupe, Sully wasn’t immediately in peak condition to be maneuvering in and out of buildings, so he returned to New York City intending to take a short hiatus from crime. He stayed at his family penthouse for a few months with his parents, who did not stop reprimanding and ridiculing him for wasting his potential and trying to run away from his “calling”. During his entire stay, he obeyed every command from his physical therapist and exerted himself during practice in order to recover so that he could leave again. As his injuries healed, he began to look for jobs around the area and jump back into the arts and stole small amounts of money in order to pay for the career that his parents were unwilling to fund. While he was searching, he received a phone call from an unknown number who asked if Eugene Sullivan was interested in a job opening. Thinking it was just one of his father’s friends, he was about to hang up when they reworded the question and asked if the Wraith was looking for a job.

Personality Traits:

+ resourceful, charming, determined, witty

- cynical, egotistical, insubordinate, pessimistic

Quirks:

An article in the New York Times alluded to his identity being a female for whatever reason and gained public interest. It was simultaneously hilarious to Sully as well as another means of security that kept the public a couple of more steps away from discovering his true identity. While he was working by himself, he did not put himself above signing Love, the Wraith and XOXO in lipstick on the window as he escaped.

Sully has immaculate handwriting. His doodles on napkins often equate to calligraphy. While he was with the circus troupe, he would occasionally help the artists paint the signs.

In elementary school, Sully had a stutter. Although he went to speech therapy and lost his stutter, he still has some lingering anxiety. He occasionally struggles from panic attacks, but he’s learned to cover most of its signs from the people around him.

After years of pretending in front of his parents, to learning how to win against his opponents from his father, to acting in certain productions, Sully has mastered the art of acting. He can easily shift from one persona to another and assume the personality of a stranger.

Connections: { Three connections. To be added when possible. }

Personal Quote: “The only difference between you and me is that you pretend that you’re doing this for the intangible benefit of others, while I know it’s wrong, but I do it anyway. Utilitarianism versus deontology.”

Para Sample:

There was a curly-haired boy who was probably still new to the company holding the door open and Sully nodded once to him before walking through the doorway. His palm rested needlessly against the metal bar of the door as he walked through, as though to push it open despite the fact that it was already being done for him. He tugged at the wrist warmers that were slouching down his forearms and yawned. He had put on a heavy, black sweatshirt haphazardly over his frame and a matching beanie over his hair, but otherwise he was still in nude tights. He hitching a duffle up on his shoulder and rummaged inside the bag before he saw people start to approach him. He quickly withdrew his hand and flexed it at his side.

It was a tall man and a woman. The man looked vaguely nervous, while the woman seemed to be his polar opposite– confident. Both were dressed to the nines and Sully resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Fans?” he finally asked when it seemed to be apparent that neither was going to speak without a prompt. He put a strange emphasis on the word, the way someone else might’ve said, “Roaches?”. 

The male didn’t seem to take it personally, but the woman smiled politely, the same way that his mother used to when Sully was being “difficult”. Sully walked closer warily, hands in the joey pocket of his sweatshirt, shoulder lifting to settle his bag.  He raised his eyebrows and chewed on his lower lip impatiently, and the woman swooped in.

“You were brilliant onstage,” her gaze swept over to the curly-haired kid politely, inclusively.  “The both of you.” 

The curly-haired boy nudged Sully.  “Sullivan is the one talented enough to nab a solo like that.” Sully tried to disengage in the conversation by just not participating.

“I’d never seen ballet like it,” she agreed, her eyes assessing him.

Sully yanked at his beanie, dragging it down in the back like an anxious gesture. There was a tuft of hair above one of his eyes poking out, covering his eyebrow. “Yeah, thank you. It’s, er, certainly getting attention. More than I thought it would,“ he finally responded, deciding to go with the meek approach. A verse lept to the front of his mind, unprovoked. Matthew 5:5. Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. He lifted his eyes to her. "You sure you’re not here to call it vulgar or something?” he asked with a low, derisive chuckle, a wry smile playing over his lips and sharing a look with the other boy, the implication obviously being that that was the usual commentary. 

“I actually work as a part-time editor for Stark & Dale, maybe you’ve heard of it?” she announced suddenly, the idea clearly blooming as she said it.  “I’d be happy to include a glowing review of your performance.”  She said it as though recognizing it for the grand favor it was and she was being good enough to offer it without any hope of recompense, looking down at him and assuming that he was a starving artist when in actuality they were both on the same economic standing.

The smile Sully was wearing grew larger and, again, seemed to be designed to imply a joke was being shared.  His gaze flicked over her, cataloguing her with a raise of his lip and almost encouraging her to break character. “Family-owned?  Inherited or something like that, right?”  He snorted to himself, tongued the corner of his mouth while the woman’s expression tightened, soured.  “I’m sorry, lady,” he said, clearly far from it, “but you?  Work?”  He shook his head, rubbed at his lip, dropped his eyes back down her again.  He was close to a sneer, clearly bent on insulting her the way she had him, even if her’s had not been intentional.  “Yeah, I don’t fucking think so.”

Curly elbowed him hard in the stomach under the guise of lifting his bag up higher on his shoulder and grimaced apologetically. The woman’s eyes were narrowed and it was clearly all she could do to keep from lashing out in return.  “Charming,” she said so dryly it sounded almost painful on her throat.

To what must have been both of the strangers’ surprise, Sully started laughing. She must have been used to being considered intimidating to all walks of life, but Sully was utterly unfazed. “You going to hire someone to kick my ass, princess?” he asked between chuckles.  He turned purposefully away from the both of them. 

“I’m sorry, he could be a dick,” he heard Curly say to the strangers. As if he was any less of a stranger to him as the couple was. Pretending that he hadn’t heard, he continued walking away in the opposite direction and fingered the all-black change of clothes he had hidden in the bag.

Anything Else?

No.

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The application count has been updated: +01

face claim: Chace Crawford

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how many admins are there? is there a "meet the admins" page?

We’re just with the two of us — Valerie and I!

Valerie’s the main admin, but since she’s currently on vacation I’m looking after the rpg. I’m just the co-admin! And, no, we don’t have a “meet the admins” page, but an ooc page of sorts should be up soon.

— Nia