agent [ rhett payton ] better known as [ agent buck ] is a [ twenty-eight ] year old [ junior agent ] from [ tallahasee, fl ]. they’ve been with the circle for [ four years ] and it’s noted on file that they’re often mistaken for [ max thieriot ]. the three songs they use to unwind are [ whiskey glasses / morgan wallen, portland, maine/tim mcgraw & drowns the whiskey/jason aldean ]. if asked, people might associate them with [ camo baseball caps, beer by the fire, mama’s home cooking, and a rifle above the doorway ].
I’m gonna keep it cute and condensed~
Background:
born and bred redneck
hunting/fishing/four-wheeling from the time he could stand up
grew up in a trailer park just outside the city
spent 6 years going back and forth to college trying to decide if a degree was really worth it
worked on a fishing boat up until he decided to get into law enforcement, and managed to impress enough people that he somehow got into this shindig
Personality:
quiet, stoic type at first, but kind of a giant goober when you actually listen to the dumb shit he says
when he’s not actively fuckin around in the woods with his hometown friends, he’s like an 80 year old man.
give him a cable box and a thirty rack and he’ll be happy for weeks
he lives alone with two rottwielers - Bella and Scooch - who are the only two females he’s managed to keep around
despite that, he really is a southern gentleman ... super dorky but big ol heart of gold
probably clever enough to get into the program, but also definitely a victim of happenstance ... he’s a bright guy, but 90% of the shenanigans he gets into are totally a fluke
i.e., this job
he constantly feels like he’s on the verge of being fired but even if he is, he’s a bit of a vagabond anyhow so he’ll figure it out
( cismale / he/him ) ;; agent [ javier del omo ] better known as [ agent elm ] is a [ 32 ] year old [ field agent ] from [ brooklyn, new york, usa ]. they’ve been with the circle for [ seven years ] and it’s noted on file that they’re often mistaken for [ ryan guzman ]. the three songs they use to unwind are [ what’s the use?/mac miller, love & hate/michael kiwanuka & glitter & gold/barns courtney ]. if asked, people might associate them with [ bodega runs at two in the morning, a reusable cup that sees a lot of coffee, combat boots on a stoop, the heavy smell of pine ].
Hey, all! I’m Alison, coming at ya with this wholesome angel but also big ol’ mess, Javier “Javi” del Omo. I’m too lazy to write a whole bio, so you’re gonna get stats. Check ‘em out and like this intro if you wanna plot!
Javi grew up in Brooklyn (Bed-Stuy, specifically) with only his mother, as his parents divorced when he was two and his father never reentered his life after. His mom, Camila, is still an NYPD cop and the reason why he got into protection and intelligence work in the first place.
He’s been a pretty good student all his life. Not straight A’s, but he never got anything lower than a C. Home schooled until he was supposed to go into high school, entering public education at fourteen was both a refreshing change and a little bit terrifying. His mom didn’t love it, but it’d been hard enough to home school him in elementary school and junior high around her crazy hours, so Javier was forced to step out of his comfort zone and join other students at a high school in Brooklyn.
After high school, he didn’t enter college, but went straight to the police academy instead. He passed through the academy with ease, but there was a sense of longing he felt when seeing his friends from high school attend local and out of state colleges while he followed their experiences without being able to relate. So he made an effort to be one of the guys as much as he could whilst his friends were attending keggers and he was working as a rookie cop. After being home schooled for so long, Javier’s fear of missing out had him pushing his limits to keep up with everyone around him. He worked long hours, forced himself to attend frat parties at Columbia and NYU, and still made time for his mom and the two dogs that had been part of their family since he was a kid.
When he was 21, he hit his limit. A long night of partying put him in the hospital with a severe enough case of alcohol poisoning that he was comatose for three days. His mother was furious and the NYPD put him on an unpaid suspension for a month to attend an AA group within the precinct. The hospital bill only added to his stresses, but the experience was enough to sober him for good. He threw himself into all of his AA meetings, totally immersing himself in rehabilitation. Back at the NYPD, he dedicated himself to his job and did what he could through the precinct to give back to the community he grew up in. Going a step further, with stronger morals and the determination to make something more of his life, Javi reached out to Habitat for Humanity and other local charitable organizations to see how he could get involved.
His efforts as a humanitarian and his experience at the NYPD (as well as his extracurricular martial arts and boxing training) brought the Circle to him when he was 25 and with the promise that he’d be tasked with protecting the world rather than just NYC, he signed up immediately. The extra money he’d be making at the Circle, compared to his NYPD pay was inciting too, honestly.
Javier loves being a field agent and loves doing good work for the nation and the world in the place he grew up. Camila doesn’t like the work, but she enjoys being able to see Javier on a regular basis.
He’s a cool dude. Super nice. A little bit of a sadboi. Over all, 10/10. I love him and I hope you will too.
i’m brand, your local disaster, and i go by they/them pronouns for anyone who cares. my babes beau and dominique are gonna hit the dash as soon as i reply to some starters in the tags, so read up on them and hit me up if you want to work out some plots for them. i’ll also drop some wcs in this intro too if you wanna fill ‘em!!!
ladies first because i love dominique more anyways, so ;;
full name: dominique anastasia dupuis
birthday: february twelfth, 1990 ( twenty eight )
title: genesis department agent
hometown: paris, france
fc: ana de armas
dominique’s mother died during childbirth and her father dipped out not long after, not prepared to be a father at all. so dom was raised by her aunt, sasha. her mom and her aunt were twins and came from an old, french family with more money than they’d ever know what to do with. her father was cuban and quite the opposite. a drifter in his prime, he fell in love with dominique’s mother when he was a penniless artist in paris and after abandoning his child, found a career in the government no less, serving as a french ambassador.
but it’s cool, dom’s not bitter or anything bc it’s not like she hasn’t been successful as well. her aunt, sasha, supplemented her enormous trust fund (doubled by her sister’s death) by making her name for herself as one of the generation’s greatest painters, selling her original works for thousands of euros and knock off original antiques for millions. her illegal work was kept secret from dom wile she grew up, of course, but dom never cared where the money came from. she just enjoyed the spoils of her privilege with a smile on her face as she did so.
this bitch literally grew up in the penthouse of the shangri-la because sasha dupius didn’t want to sign a lease bc she didn’t like commitment and shit. like, that’s how much money these fucking people have. anyways, tho-- dom grew up with absolutely no rules or boundaries. her aunt expected her to excel at things and she did, but only through gentle guidance and loving support. her aunt’s alcoholism and criminal background aside, she was a perfect parent, if not a little distant because she’d never planned on having children of her own.
in school, dominique was an average student. imaginative and adventurous, she focused less on her grades and schoolwork and more on her fleeting hobbies and interests. her aunt’s work, painting and selling, took her all around the world and dominique was happy to follow her globe trotting guardian from country to country. her love of travel outweighed her focus on academics, but she was hardly stupid -- her intelligence just made itself known in different areas.
when she finished her primary schooling, her aunt let her in on her other life. sasha never liked lying to the girl, but she didn’t want dom exposed to her life of crime at a young age. dom’s indifferent reaction to the dishonest business grew into a willingness to help and she shipped off to university, double majoring in linguistics and cultural studies in effort to bridge the gap in her aunt’s business untouched because of the cultural and language barrier.
by the time she graduated college, she was deeply invested in her aunt’s counterfeit business, selling nearly identical fake classics to people overseas that shipped them out even more for higher profit. it was dom’s thirst for knowledge that caught the circle’s attention. every untapped culture that she wanted her aunt in business with, she researched and immersed herself in until she was absolutely flushed with information. and she absolutely loved it. which is why she jumped at the opportunity to join an unofficial espionage organization tasked with collecting intelligence on absolutely everything in the world. as a genesis agent, she’s constantly immersed and openly in love with her job and the work it entails. she’s bubbly and outgoing in between being totally and 100% into her work. she loves travelling for work, she loves collecting information for the genesis project, and she loves being special ops certified. it makes her feel mildly like a badass. she’s just a ball of sunshine overall and i’m hype to play her.
wanted connections: mentor, best friends, sparring partners, fellow tourist, gym buddies, ex lovers, friends with benefits, etc.
beau, on the other hand, is a piece of shit ;;
full name: beau edward braxton
birthday: august 18, 1988 ( thirty )
title: law enforcement liaison (fbi)
hometown: san francisco, california
fc: theo james
beau braxton never has and likely never will fall into the category of ‘good person.’ throughout the course of his childhood, beau was constantly ill and when he learned that his physical health situation would garner sympathy from the adults and children in his life alike, he took that fact and ran with it, exploiting the sympathy of others to get what he wanted.
he was three years old when he was diagnosed with transient hypogammaglobulinemia of infancy. although the immunodeficiency disorder resolved itself by the time he was seven, the damage to his immune system had been done and little beau found himself prone to contracting a myriad of common illnesses like the mumps, influenza, and worst of all for the young boy–meningitis.
all of these illnesses, while they were treatable and common enough, were hell on beau after so long of being sick. until he was in his mid teens, every minor symptom seemed to rattle him to his core. the fevers and headaches were unbearable, the nausea and lack of appetite left him feeling malnourished, and the lethargy and constant fatigue had him exhausted and in bed for days at a time. while meningitis typically only lasts a week or so, beau was always struck with illness after illness and when he wasn’t at his pediatricians, he was at home in bed, and for that reason, he was home schooled all the way throughout high school, even after he started to take a turn for the better.
his mother, who came from an old oil family and provided her son with a string of nannies and teachers that had an incredible turn over rate (both due to beau’s terrible attitude and an unwillingness to care so closely for a sick child) and whatever monetary and material allowances the child might have wanted, was out of the picture more than she was in it, although they lived under the same roof. beau grew up feeling his mother’s quiet and seething resentment despite the fact she was never present, knowing that olivia braxton blamed him for his father, mark’s, leaving when he was four. not everyone could handle such a difficult, sickly child.
by the time he was seventeen, he was as healthy as he was going to be. he was still a target for trivial illnesses like the common cold, but these bouts of sickness no longer had him bedridden. he was up and moving and ready to experience the world he’d been missing while he was tied down by his compromised immune system. san fran was out, and he head to berkeley for college, where he met his college girlfriend, juniper bernthal. one would expect a child plagued by illness after illness to develop an appreciation for life, but beau always convinced himself that he didn’t care to live or die. he didn’t care about anything and the appreciation he was supposed to have nurtured into greed and irritability. everything he ever did, he did to reap the benefits for himself, rather than for the good of anyone else. his decision to go off to college and major in political science made him look like a noble man, but he was doing it for no more than the money he knew it’d bring in. the government was the end all be all, after all, so he knew he needed to be in the government. right out of college, he moved to washington, d.c., where he interned at the fbi.
it was somewhere between his internship and his bid to train for special ops that the circle recruited him to be a liaison. knowing then that there was an organization more powerful than the unites states government, he felt he had no choice but to continue going up. if being a liaison at the circle meant a pay raise and a reason to feel like he was more important than his fellow fbi agents, he knew he’d take the offer again and again.
he has very little true loyalty for the circle, but he likes his job. being a secret agent is pretty rad and he likes the perks that come with the title, so he doesn’t do much to risk his job. he’s also rekindles a romance with his old college girlfriend, juniper, after learning that she and her sister nell were employed by the circle as well. he’s not into the relationship at all, but it’s nice to have someone to call a partner, even if he’s constantly treating her like shit.
wanted connections: secret fling/affair, best friends, sparring partners, gym buddies, mentor, fellow fbi agents, etc.
( she/her ) ;; agent [ ROKSANA BASHIR ] better known as [AGENT PERSEPHONE ] is a [ 28 ] year old [ INTELLIGENCE AGENT ] from [ NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK ]. they’ve been with the circle for [ 5 YEARS ] and it’s noted on file that they’re often mistaken for [ MEDALION RAHIMI ]. the three songs they use to unwind are [ BLOW YOUR MIND/DUA LIPA, ULTRAVIOLENCE/LANA DEL REY & FUCK FEELINGS/OLIVIA O’BRIEN]. if asked, people might associate them with [ CLUB LIGHTS & BITTEN LIPS, FINGER SHAPED BRUISES ON HIPS, HUSHED ARGUMENTS, AND A WHIFF OF CHANEL ].. ( *ooc ;; mouse, 24, cst, she/her )
STATS
Name: Roksana Bashir
Age: 28
Birthdate: October 24th, 1990
Gender: Female
Place of Birth: Theran, Iran
Marital Status: Single
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Education: Political Science Masterate from Columbia University
Occupation: Intelligence Agent with The Circle, codename Agent Persephone
Positive Traits: Poised, Seductive, Intelligent
Negative Traits: Intimidating, Cold, Indifferent
INTRO
tw kidnapping, self harm
Roksana’s birth warranted articles in three different New York newspapers, all proclaiming some version of the same thing- ‘GOVERNOR TAKES LEAVE OF ABSENCE TO MOURN DAUGHTER, OFFICIAL STATEMENT ISSUED.’ The fact that she survived was a side note, the bulk of the articles dedicated to her grandfather’s statements, and the writers wondering how his absence might affect the worker’s strike. One didn’t even mention her name.
Her father dealt with his wife’s death by throwing himself into work, largely dedicating the task of raising his daughter to a string of nannies and establishing himself as a cold, disapproving figure in her life, constantly criticizing her progress on anything from her grades to her extracurriculars.
All the while the media circled, and her mask remained always in place. Friends could occasionally be allies, but never confidants, and the only people who loved her (nannies and tutors, mostly) were hired and dismissed on the whims of her father. Roksi became closed off and cold, used to relying on herself and finding her way out of her own troubles.
Roksana, desperate to prove herself, pushed to meet every task he ever set her, hoping someday she’d manage to impress him. She skipped a grade in grade school and earned a lecture about how much dedication it would take for her to keep her grades up, she mastered Krav Maga at the age of nineteen, and it was all but ignored. Still, she kept on furiously working.
Her naturally restless nature lead her to sneak past her father’s expensive security system, and she spent her high school and college weekends finding whatever adrenaline rush she could in the slums of New York City. She quickly learned that her Krav Maga training wasn’t enough to leak off the frustration of being unable to please her father, but picking fights with fully grown men just to see the shock on their face as she threw them to the floor? That helped.
Eventually though her secrecy came back to haunt her. While pursuing her Masterate (still living at home, under the ever watchful eye of a bodyguard hired by her father) she snuck out for her typical drunken Friday night- it ended with her being thrown in a van with zip ties around her wrists, her kidnappers having followed her after watching the house for several weeks. The next twelve hours she was kept there as her kidnaps drove in confusing circles around the outskirts of the city, ignoring her yelling and refusing to tell Roksana who they were or why she’d been taken.
(Later, she would learn they were employees her father had recently fired from his company, they’d been watching the house to try to find some kind of blackmail to use against him, and had instead noticed his only daughter sneaking out without her body guard every weekend. They’d taken her, then driven around the city making ransom calls from various pay phones in an attempt not to be traced.)
However when they went to get her they found that she had long ago slipped out of her zip lies by taking inspiration from Steven King’s Gerald’s game and cutting her wrist open with her fake acrylic nail. She killed one and overpowered the other, stealing the vehicle they’d kidnapped her in and finding their way to the nearest police station.
Later, laying in a hospital bed with fresh stitches on her wrist, an impossibly huge man snuck into her darkened room and introduced himself as Lorenzo, informing her that The Circle thought she was too talented to waste her time as an over-privileged, under-challenged heiress.
So for the last three years she’s lived as an independent person for the first time in her life, having been disowned by her father after she refused to move back home. After a lifetime of trying to earn his approval his rejection hurt, but if her near death experience had taught her anything, it was how much time she’d wasted seeking approval.
FUN FACTS
She’s a very sly kind of person. She doesn’t talk very often, and when she does it tends to be very cold and normally quite underhanded. She can be quite charismatic, but normally only uses it to achieve some kind of self serving end, or for her missions.
She kind of excels at either going unnoticed or intimidating people enough with pure resting bitch face and a few well chosen words to make them want to avoid her.
She still goes out but she doesn’t really drink anymore, just goes out and starts fights mostly lmao
If she’s being honest she doesn’t truly care about The Circle. She’s a true neutral/neutral good so she mostly is agreeable to doing the missions she’s assigned, and feels good that she helps people, but also doesn’t consider herself aligned to the circle, though she does care about select agents within.
( cismale / he/him ) ;; agent [ LORENZO LOMBARDI ] better known as [ AGENT CERBERUS ] is a [ 40 ] year old [ EXECUTIVE COMMANDER ] from [ MIAMI, FLORIDA, USA ]. they’ve been with the circle for [ SIXTEEN YEARS ] and it’s noted on file that they’re often mistaken for [ JOE MANGANIELLO ]. the three songs they use to unwind are [ SHORT CHANGE HERO/THE HEAVY, BARTON HOLLOW/THE CIVIL WARS & STRANGE THINGS/MARLON WILLIAMS ]. if asked, people might associate them with [ DUSTY RUNS IN THE DESSERT, A CHILLING LAUGH THAT HOLDS A LOT OF HEART, TATTERED BLUE JEANS, AND SUMMER ROMANCES ].
“ At times the world may seem an unfriendly and sinister place, but believe that there is much more good in it than bad. All you have to do is look hard enough. and what might seem to be a series of unfortunate events may in fact be the first steps of a journey.”
-Lemony Snicket
Yooooooooooooooo! Ella here! This is my dumb puppy boy, Lorenzo. Ill probably post a full bio on him later, but here’s what you need to know for now:
Lorenzo was born in Miami to a pair of addicts with no need or use for a child in their lives. He was put up for adoption right after he was born, but was adopted almost immediately after by Harold Crain and William Fong, a moderately wealthy couple that owned one of Miami’s most popular downtown nightclubs.
His childhood was amazing. His dads had the kind of connections that made his life incredibly fruitful. He attended the best schools, was active in the community, and shipped off for the Navy right after graduating high school. His time in school specifically was enlightening. He shaped his personality and who he was through extracurriculars and participation in sports like football, soccer, and boxing. People noted his high school football career especially, and how on the field, he was ruthless and unstoppable, but a ball of sunshine while off it.
This didn’t change at all during his life. When he went into the Navy, he excelled in boot camp, blew through his deployments, and clocked hundreds of achievements within the military during his six year career. Content with spending the rest of his life in the Navy, Lorenzo was faced with a choice when the Circle recruited him. After much thought, he pursued the job offered to him as an international espionage agent and rose in ranks after his junior training relatively quickly.
Sixteen years and hundreds of missions later, and he’s on the executive command now.
The Circle is his life and he’d do anything to protect it.
