for: open ( 2/3) ( @thefaultstarters )
time: 11:30pm
location: the beach
the firelight behind her flickered like something alive, laughter and music folding into one another as the night pressed in around the shoreline. dulce had been there, half-lost in the warmth of it all, letting the noise of her friends and the crackle of burning wood blur into something almost comforting. but eventually her social battery had hit its limit. at some point, she felt the familiar need to step away from everything, just for a moment. so she slipped off without anyone noticing, sandals sinking slightly into the cooler sand as she walked further down the beach where the bonfire’s glow turned distant and soft, reduced to a faint orange pulse against the dark.
the waves grew louder the farther she went, swallowing up laughter until it was the only noise that can be heard. she exhaled slowly, shoulders easing as she finally stopped near the waterline, letting the salt air settle into her lungs. it was there, in that quiet stretch between land and sea, that she noticed someone already there. “oh, sorry. i didn't mean to interrupt. i didn't see anyone out here. i can absolutely leave you alone and head back...”
Someone said they saw [TOMMASO DONATELLI] around Rift Valley the night of Miles Logan’s murder. People are wondering if they had something to do with it. The [32] year old claims to be [ON A PLANE] at the time of the murder. They are said to be [CHARMING], which can play to their innocence until you consider they are also [RUTHLESS]. But who knows if they are telling the truth? Rumor has it, they [ARE NOT] a witness in the investigation. Regardless, the [CIVILIAN] who happens to be the [MAFIA HEIR] is a suspect, but so is everyone else.
BASICS.
FULL NAME: tommaso bartolo donatelli
AGE: thirty-two
DATE OF BIRTH: august 1st
NICKNAMES: tommy, tom
PARENTS: antonio and anna maria donatelli
SIBLINGS: antonio jr. (34), tatianna (30), francesca (30), mia (27), matteo (26)
CHILDREN: none
HAIR COLOR: dark brown
EYE COLOR: brown
HEIGHT: 6'0’’
TATTOOS: undisclosed
SCARS: undisclosed
SEXUALITY: bisexual
POSITIVE TRAITS: charming, ambitious, creative
NEGATIVE TRAITS: ruthless, arrogant, power-hungry
AFFILIATION: santoro family (sort of)
FACE CLAIM: belmont cameli
BACKGROUND.
being the second born into the donatelli family was no easy feat. tommy was taught the family rules and prepared to join the family business from an early age. and he worked his little butt off to be someone who's parents were proud of. he was good, really good. scary good. but nothing he ever did erased the fact that he was always second best and his older brother would be the one running everything one day. most people would have quit or not work as hard but not him. no, tommy wanted to make sure people remembered he existed, that he was still valuable.
love and affection was never really something he was given as a child, so he grew not expecting it. you can't really miss what you never had. his family was big, much like your typical italian family, but his parents took it a step further when they started fostering children. he didn't really understand why and they never really stayed long, so tommy never bothered to bond with them. they were just strays in need of shelter. his family welcomed them with open arms, treated them like they mattered, made them feel at home right until they moved on somewhere else. he never asked where they went, since he didn't really care.
the one that stayed longer was tatianna. at least that's the name his parents gave her. tommy was on the edge of eighteen by then, too full of himself to really care about yet another kid his parents wanted to play house with. there was something about her though because she didn't leave like the others. his parents saw something special in her, something their family needed.
he realized what that something was when he was tasked with following her into rift valley to oversee her new married life and the new connection his father had decided to forge. the santoro family was known as a powerful unit in california, a location the donatelli's had yet to tap. and after tatianna's first assignment failed terribly, they needed to make sure this one succeeded in order for them to expand their business.
tommy never questioned his father's plans or the way they were executed. he followed blindly all his life because that's what a good son does. but as he reached his thirties, he started to realize that nothing he did was ever good enough. his brother will still inherit everything and tommy will always be the second in line, the afterthought. and well...maybe it's time to change things a little.
HEADCANONS.
tommy played several sports growing up, hockey and football being his favorites. he even got a scholarship for football right until an injury forced him into early retirement and the death of any kind of professional sports career.
CONNECTIONS.
the ex - tommy was visiting one of his sisters in school when he met julieta. the two hit it off right away and it wasn't long until they were in a sort of relationship. tommy ended up breaking things off abruptly without much explanation. nowadays he pretends it wasn't anything serious and refuses to so much mention her name around his family.
the hookups - people tommy hooks up with on occasion to pass the time when he's bored or needs a distraction (lucia virelli)
“the law was never designed to protect people like us. only to be used by them.”
001. basic information
☆ nicknames: “giu” (family only)
☆ date of birth: march 3rd, 1993 (33 years old, pisces)
☆ languages: english (native), italian (fluent), portuguese (conversational)
☆ orientation: bisexual (guarded)
☆ status: single — emotionally unavailable by choice
☆ education: georgetown university (B.A. political science), columbia law school (J.D.)
☆ occupation: in-house counsel and legal strategist for the santoro crime family, specializing in asset protection, indictment mitigation, and crisis containment
002. appearance
☆ faceclaim: camila queiroz
☆ hair: dark brown, long, usually worn sleek and immaculate
☆ eyes: brown, sharp and unreadable beneath practiced calm
☆ height: 5’9
☆ style: tailored ivory blouses, structured coats, dark pencil skirts, silk dresses reserved for family events. understated luxury with deliberate precision — nothing she wears is accidental.
☆ notable details: always carries a leather portfolio instead of a purse; manicured nails in muted neutrals; faint scar along her ribcage hidden beneath couture and silence
003. personality
☆ character archetypes: the strategist. the family shield. the velvet executioner.
☆ inspirations: annalise keating (how to get away with murder), olivia pope (scandal)
☆ giuliana santoro is composed to the point of intimidation — articulate, disciplined, and devastatingly perceptive. where others raise their voices, she lowers hers. she believes power lives in restraint, in knowing exactly which pressure point to apply and when. raised within the santoro dynasty as the second eldest daughter, giuliana learned early that survival depended on intelligence more than emotion. she became the family’s legal weapon: burying investigations, restructuring risk, and ensuring the santoro name remained untouchable long before indictments ever reached a courtroom. elegant and methodical, she rarely acts without purpose, though her calculating nature, need for control, and instinct to manipulate outcomes often make genuine closeness difficult. she protects the people she loves with ruthless efficiency — even if it means becoming the villain in someone else’s story.
☆ deadly sin: pride
☆ heavenly virtue: prudence
☆ mbti: ENTJ — the commander
☆ temperament: melancholic-choleric
☆ hobbies: late-night piano, chess with impossible stakes, smoking on balconies she technically doesn’t own
004. family + relationships
☆ father: tba.
☆ mother: tba.
☆ siblings: giada santoro-d’amiano (eldest sister and consigliere), gianna santoro, paloma santoro. giuliana’s loyalty to her sisters borders on dangerous.
005. public image
☆ to the public, giuliana santoro is a brilliant attorney tied to high-profile business clients and complex financial litigation. composed, sophisticated, and notoriously difficult to read, she has cultivated an image of professionalism untouched by scandal. insiders, however, know her reputation extends far beyond the courtroom. whispered rumors paint her as the woman who makes problems disappear before they ever become cases — a strategist capable of dismantling accusations with a single phone call and enough leverage. while she rarely seeks attention, her surname alone keeps her under scrutiny.
006. narrative motifs
☆ drink: negroni — bitter, refined, and impossible to soften once acquired
☆ aesthetic: marble staircases, leather-bound case files, cathedral silence, expensive perfume lingering in empty rooms, headlights reflecting against rain-soaked pavement
☆ themes: loyalty as leverage; control through intelligence; violence hidden beneath civility
007. possible dynamics
☆ a journalist obsessed with proving her ties to organized crime
☆ an ex-lover who knows too much about santoro business dealings
☆ a rival attorney trying to dismantle her credibility in court
☆ someone within the family she quietly protects at her own expense
008. legacy + reputation
☆ giuliana santoro has spent years transforming herself into the santoro family’s cleanest weapon: a woman capable of making criminal enterprises appear legitimate through intelligence, precision, and strategic influence. admired for her composure and feared for her ability to weaponize information, she has earned a reputation as someone nearly impossible to corner legally or emotionally. critics call her cold, manipulative, and morally bankrupt; supporters insist she is simply practical in a world built on power. with miles logan’s murder threatening the fragile balance within rift valley, giuliana now finds herself navigating more than legal consequences — she’s protecting a legacy built on silence, loyalty, and carefully controlled destruction.
Someone said they saw AKASMA "KAS" NADIR around Rift Valley the night of Miles Logan’s murder. People are wondering if they had something to do with it. The 30 year old claims to be VISITING HER BROTHER’S GRAVE at the time of the murder. They are said to be RESILIENT, which can play to their innocence until you consider they are also EMOTIONALLY IMPULSIVE. But who knows if they are telling the truth? Rumor has it, they ARE NOT a witness in the investigation. Regardless, the CIVILIAN who happens to be the A DANCER AT THE PEACH PIT is a suspect, but so is everyone else.
𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.
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𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬.
full name: akasma ( ah-KASS-ma ) asli nadir
nickname(s): kas
age & birthday: 30 ; november 6th, 1995
star sign: scorpio sun, cancer moon, leo rising
gender & pronouns: cis woman ; she/her
sexuality: bisexual heteroromantic
hometown: rift valley, ca
nationality: turkish american
time in residence: entire life (her family immigrated to the states four years before she was born)
occupation: exotic dancer at the peach pit; occasionally takes over at her father's pawn shop when he's too inebriated (or plain not around) to do it himself
distinguishing characteristics: resilient, fiercely loyal (to those she chooses), protective, perceptive, self-destructive, grief stricken, emotionally volatile, practical, independent to a fault, adaptable, quietly nurturing, distrustful of affection, exhausted, honest when it matters most
𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.
face claim: pinar deniz
hair color: dark brunette
eye color: green
ethnicity: of lebanese-arab descent
height: 5’6”
signature scent: whatever body wash was on sale whenever she last went shopping, though she does have a bottle of juliette (by juliette has a gun) that another dancer abandoned at the peach pit and kas subsequently claimed for herself. she only wears it sparingly because she's reluctant to let it run out.
body modifications: no tattoos ; pierced earlobes, double helix and auricle on right ear
scars: ... yes.
𝐭𝐥𝐝𝐫.
tw: brief mentions of abandonment / absent parent(s), parental negligence and imlpied abuse, death of a sibling, sex work
kas is a rift valley lifer, born to a mother who abandoned the family and a father who'd rather raise bottles and raise fists than raise his kids. her older brother, kerem, was pretty much the only person she could ever depend on, but, when he was 16 and she was 10, he passed away when an attempt to get good in the rift rider's eyes went wrong.
after that, kas was pretty much well and truly on her own... except for dear old dad.
five years ago, unbeknownst to her at the time, he borrowed a large amount of money from the santoro's in order to take over a local business in town. then he spent it all on his vices instead. despite decades of his negligence and cruelty, once the truth of it all came to light and the mob came looking for debts owed, kas started dancing at the peach pit because, unsurprisingly, it's up to her to clean up her dad's messes and make sure he doesn't get himself dead.
𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.
tw: abandonment / absent parent(s), parental negligence and abuse, alcohol and drug abuse, gambling, death of a sibling, intimidation and threat of life, sex work
it could be said that kas was born to a life of bad luck and loss. the kind that starts so young she wasn't even old enough to understand what she should've had rather than what she got—a mom who left to grab a pack of smokes and never came back. a dad who could never hold a job as well as he held onto his vices. who preferred raising a bottle or his fists more than he preferred raising his kids.
she was born to very little and learned to make do with even less, but the one—perhaps only—thing she did have was her brother. kerem. older by six years, kerem was half parent, half best friend, and, usually, the lone person in kas' life who actually cared if she'd eaten that night or got safely tucked into bed.
her entire world revolved around her brother. then it grew to include his best friend, zahir. she followed the pair around relentlessly—idolizing their every step—but whatever limited concept of affection and safety she found while chasing their towering shadows disappeared the day they laid kerem to rest.
at only ten, kas couldn't fully grasp where he'd been that night. what happened, let alone why. she knew loss, knew the universe rarely played fair, yet still couldn't comprehend how such a seemingly random roll of the dice sent one friend home and another to his early grave.
in a perfect world she wouldn't have blamed zahir for the outcome of a doomed plan, but the world wasn't perfect and neither was she. at first, kas blamed him for surviving when kerem did not. she blamed him for coming up with the idea to impress the rift riders and prove their worth to the club in the first place. then, as time wore on and the reality of truly being alone sank in, she mostly blamed zahir for his escape.
because he got out, got to run away from the wreckage wrought, but kas was stuck. not just in rift valley, or with the memories of what they'd both lost, but a third even worse thing: she was stuck with her dad.
he was a charming man when sober, a cruel one when drunk... and yusef nadir was almost always drunk. everything might have changed in the wake of losing kerem but that certainty remained. if anything, the passing of his son only made him worse.
she had no more buffer standing between his blows, nobody else to figure out where bill money was coming from when he inevitably spent it at the bar. the only one coming to save kas was herself.
so she started working multiple jobs. on the books, off the books, at any and every odd opportunity she happened to cross. she scrimped and saved and stashed each pay down to the last penny—not just to survive, but to hopefully get out.
it never lasted long. inevitably, the electric would be shut off (again) or her father would find her new hiding place (again). still, she kept trying. kept saving. kept harboring a single sliver of hope that that time would be the last time. she should've known better. she should've known that, for girls like her, wishes rarely came true.
there was always a string of disaster and disappointment trailing her father, and time hadn't really seen that improve, but five years ago he managed to surprise her. he almost got his act together. almost proved he could be even a fraction of the father she'd always deserved. he wasn't sober, and he wasn't entirely kind, but he was working. for himself, no less.
she had two years—two years of relative peace and an ability to actually think of her own life, and her own future—before she learned every part of yusef's turnaround was a lie. the money he came into? the money that helped him buy out the previous owner of the local pawn shop? it was a loan from the santoro family, not luck at the slots. it was also gone. as in gone gone. he'd spent it all on his vices, not investing in the success of the shop, and now he had nothing to show for it, let alone the means to pay them back, when came their knock.
at first, kas refused to help him out of the bed he'd made. she was too tired, too defeated, too angry to care. then, yusef disappeared. it was only for a few days—a week, tops—but unlike all the other times he'd fucked off to get wasted there was enough to reason to believe he hadn't gone by choice. that's when kas caved. it was also when, after years of refuting his attempts to keep in touch and check in, she called zahir.
she's not sure why. she's not sure what she hoped he could do. in the moment it was the only thing she could think of. the fact that he answered, that he actually packed up in new york and came back home, mattered little, though. so convinced that he wouldn't (or couldn't) help, she'd already made up her mind by the time he stepped foot in town.
kas took an old offer to bartend at the peach pit and turned it into a spot on their stage. her time on the pole became her father's payments. not because she loved him—not really—but because he was her dad. the only "family" she had left.
it was only meant to be temporary. it was only meant to get yusef free of the santoro's so that she could get free of him with a clear conscience. instead, three years later, she's still dancing for eager gazes and paying off a debt that only seems to grow by the day.
𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.
the one who survived — taken by Zahir Cole
her older brother's best friend, and the one kerem was with the night he died. though it goes without saying kas adored him as a kid, whatever sentiment she once held for him twisted and turned into resentment in the wake of that night's disaster. even now she still blames him for the loss of kerem, despite the fact that he packed up his life and came when she called.
the peach pit: backstage — taken by Sav Greco and Valentina de Leon
this is kind of a two parter, because i'd love to find someone working at the peach pit who's almost a big sister/mother figure to kas (even if she doesn't trust it, or them, most of the time) annnnnd someone at the peach pit who she looks after and is protective of in turn.
the peach pit: front of the house — open
gimme regulars that kas sees at work every night, only to turn around and act normal the next day when they run into each other in the cereal aisle. gimme someone who comes in and pays stupid money for her time purely because they don't want to see her on the lap of anyone else. gimme someone protective of her who skulks around the club like they're on the payroll, all crossed arms and lethal eyes whenever she's asked for a dance, all because over their dead body will things get out of line. gimme someone who pays for a private dance because they actually want to get information, an agreement to work with them, etc. out of her. gimme all the things, really.
old ties (rift riders) — open
her older brother, kerem, was hellbent on joining the rift riders before he died. as his and zahir's little shadow, that means kas was often trailing behind them. where they went she followed. while they'd likely know each other regardless from growing up in the same town, this would be anyone else within the circle of the MC that she would've met through that dream kerem and zahir shared of one day wearing the patch.
new shackles (santoro mob) — open
anyone connected to the santoro's, really, but especially anyone kas would have met or started to deal with in the more recent years now that she's paying off her father's debt to them.
inner circle —open
admittedly kas keeps this small, but, despite feeling so alone in the world, the girl does have friends. this could be someone she grew up with, or someone who eventually moved to town, but either way they're the select few she loves and trusts and actually lets all the way (or at least most of the way) in.
entanglements — open
honestly, this is just a catchall category for anything even remotely romantic/physical. an ex, a fling, a ONS or FWB's... this includes all of that.
more to come, surely, but just know i'm basically addicted to angst and drama so always and forever any of that.
(lewis tan, cismale, he/him) Someone said they saw [KAI JACKSON] around Rift Valley the night of Miles Logan’s murder. People are wondering if they had something to do with it. The [35] year old claims to be [HAVING A DRINK AT THE SALTY SPLATOON] at the time of the murder. They are said to be [INDEPENDENT], which can play to their innocence until you consider they are also [ELUSIVE]. But who knows if they are telling the truth? Rumor has it, they [ARE NOT] a witness in the investigation. Regardless, the [CIVILIAN] who happens to be the [FREELANCER] is a suspect, but so is everyone else.
ꨄ. 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬.
— 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 ... birth name is kai nantasri but changed it to jackson as an adult.
— 𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 ... na.
— 𝒂𝒈𝒆 ... thirty five .
— 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 & 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔 ... male . he / him .
— 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ... heteromantic .
— 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ... heterosexual .
— 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ... freelancer.
— 𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 ... surprisingly, he likes to read + many different hobbies including photography. any job involving his hands he likes to do.
— 𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏(𝒔) ... aquarius ( february 8th ) .
ꨄ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝.
— 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 ... rift valley, california.
— 𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 ... chinese & caucasian.
— 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 ... american .
— 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉 ... california .
— 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉 ... february 8th , 1991 .
— 𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 ... high school diploma, college drop out .
ꨄ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲.
— 𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒔/𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 ... tbt ,
— 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔 ... protective over anyone he cares about, has shown to have strong leadership,
— 𝒏𝒆𝒖𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔 ... .
— 𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔 ... stubborn, reckless decisions when it comes to himself, proud, emotionally disconnected
— 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 ... true neutral .
— 𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎 ...
— 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔 ...
— 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔 ...
ꨄ. 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥
— 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 ... .
— 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒆𝒔 ... na .
— 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔 ...
— 𝒆𝒙𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔 ...
— 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒈 𝒖𝒔𝒆 ... frequent use in the past, not so much these days .
— 𝒂𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒉𝒐𝒍 𝒖𝒔𝒆 ... excessively .
— 𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔 ... sometimes .
ꨄ. 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.
— 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 ... lewis tan.
— 𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 ... 6'2''
— 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅 ... athletic .
— 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 ... black .
— 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 ... dark brown .
— 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒔 ... several along his abs/chest & arms .
— 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔 ... X
— 𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆 ...
KEY POINTS OF LIFE.
kai was born from an affair his mother xia long, a chinese immigrant had with a powerful figure of san andreas. a few hours shortly after his birth, his mother passed away and from there, he was to live with the man he thought was his father. It would be seen an adoption, for the reality was a smear on his image. as a kid, kai was naturally fiercely independent which his father read as disobedience and disrespect.
as the years would go on, kai and his father seldom got along for kai was not one easy to keep under his thumb, not like his younger sister arisa. the only one in the world at that point he cared about setting any example to. To their father, he was a bad influence but to kai, it was about showing her there was more to her life than just following what was expected of you.
things with his father came a head one point, another argument that this time went too far and that's when kai found out he wasn't biologically his father's son which made the next decision for his father much easier: next thing kai knows, he's erased from his family, disowned and on his own which he wouldn't have been too much of a burden to him, his only regret was arisa was stuck there and there was nothing he could do about it.
following exile, kai lived his twenties mistake after mistake as he underwent the new part of his life without his father's control until his late twenties when he finally decided what he'd do: put all his different talents and interests to use. he can do it all: carpentry, photography, you name it and the best part was he can do it on his own time.
is more in line of a free agent, he does what he wants. while he does know about the mob and crime around rift valley, he doesn't care to be part of it officially, however, he's not entirely above doing things for them for a gain.
— 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 & 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬
‣ 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ... civilian.
‣ 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 ... birth mother, xia long deceased, unknown birth father .
‣ 𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ... one, arisa .
‣ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 ... one two year old niece, luna.
‣ 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 ... currently, single.
‣ 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 ...
↴ savannah greco . his favorite down at the peach pitt. friendly, supportive of her.
‣ 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 ... tba (would love some tho) & ^
‣ 𝒆𝒙𝒆𝒔 ... ↴ dulce ruiz . the one person besides his sister he can trust with his life even if things ended rocky. she still holds a piece of his heart whether he knows it or not. kitty lopez . ex fling he broke off and ever since then, she's been determined to spite him every chance she gets.
‣ 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒔 ... none.
character inspos : dean winchester (supernatural), dylan masett (bates motel), han solo (star wars), nathan drake ( uncharted )
(dylan o’brien, cis male, he/him) Someone said they saw [DANTE COLE] around Rift Valley the night of Miles Logan’s murder. People are wondering if they had something to do with it. The [34] year old claims to be [ON A SPONTANEOUS TRIP TO MIAMI] at the time of the murder. They are said to be [COURAGEOUS], which can play to their innocence until you consider they are also [IMPULSIVE]. But who knows if they are telling the truth? Rumor has it, they [ARE NOT] a witness in the investigation. Regardless, the [RIFT RIDER] who happens to be the [SECRETARY/DRUG DEALER ] is a suspect, but so is everyone else.
storming through a party like his name is el niño, dante cole isn’t shy about making an entrance. from a young age the boy was meant to be loud, abrasive, and pure chaos. he hoped around from foster home to foster home until the age of fifteen when the cole family took him in. it took him a full year to unpack his garbage bags, always assuming he’d be sent back, and even to this day the guy has bags with emergency clothes packed just in case.
school wasn’t meant for dante. he was always the one in fights, detention, suspension, and he had a reputation as a local trouble maker. his teachers were always frustrated, constantly sending letters home to be signed by parents, shaking their head at him, and never shy about reminding him just how smart he was to be doing what he was doing. but he did not care. he found school to be boring, it never challenged him enough, and he learned what he needed in life through his family. numbers were his thing, he could calculate formulas that looked damn near impossible in his head, and he was good at them. he even began doing taxes for his neighbors, hustling money in any way he could even then.
THAT WAS BACK THEN…dante has since grown to find his footing in this crazy world. he put in his time, dedication, and life for the mc. he is very proud of his position in the gang because he thinks people underestimate him due to his personality. he leans into that assumption, lets them see the loud mouth, the chaos, the guy who storms in without thinking twice, because it keeps the attention off what actually matters. behind it, he’s sharp, calculated, and far more in control than anyone gives him credit for. numbers don’t lie, and neither does he when it comes to business. every debt is remembered, every deal accounted for, and every move made with a purpose, even if it doesn’t look like it at first glance. he’s carved out a place for himself where he’s not disposable, not temporary, and not waiting to be thrown out.
additional info:
sexuality is…fluid. whatever man. doesn’t really think about it? if the vibes fit, then…cool. he’s had boyfriends, girlfriends, all of it. in terms of relationships, he is polyamorous.
local neighborhood drug dealer. just…don’t let him see you’re struggling with said drugs. he is just there for a good time, he will not sell if he thinks someone is becoming dependent on them. he’ll offer help before being responsible for someone accidentally doing too much.
loud, foul mouthed, unapologetic. unapologetic because he swear more than a sailor.
okay random but he likes charcuterie boards? he is very proud of his pepperoni roses.
loyal to the cole family and only the cole family. even if you’re in the mc, if you’re name doesn’t end in cole…trust and believe he don’t truly trust you.
visits miami, chicago, and mexico A LOT. mostly he is in miami because he has ties to king pins there and chicago. the man is a hustler at the end of the day.
connections:
one time stand, baby: taken by no one. no…he did not call the muse back and he doesn’t even remember their name. can be plotted for a more deeper storyline, if you want.
patch me up, doc: taken by no one. patches him up often…but he doesn’t visit hospitals.
the one who has stuck around: taken by no one. they kinda just stuck around him. the only person who isn’t a cole that dante is loyal to and will give his life for.
clients pay the bills: he’s a drug dealer so he probably has a handful of clients who come to him. straight up does not sleep with his clients because that would mess up the cash flow.
enemies: rival drug dealers, old friends, mob members, media, or cops. he probably has a handful of them.
( ⁕ ) someone said they saw KIANA CHOWDARY around Rift Valley the night of Miles Logan’s murder. The thirty-three year old claims to be having a meltdown in the kitchen at the time of the murder, but who knows if they are telling the truth? she is known to remind people of perfectly labeled spices filling the kitchen ; disciplined routine forged by the strive for perfection ; writing brilliant combinations of flavors before putting them into practice ; being so used to bad things that you can't enjoy the good without expecting the worst ; punny jokes to avoid awkwardness ; dreaming big and refusing to give up . Rumor has it, they are not a witness in the investigation. Regardless, the civilian, who happens to be a chef &&& restaurant owner is a suspect, but so is everyone else.
· kiana chowdary; civilian . cis woman ( she/her ) . chef &&& restaurant owner . ambitious yet anxious . brilliant yet impatient . competent yet overachiever . has been living in Rift Valley for twenty years .
inspired by: sydney adamu ( the bear ) . carmy berzatto ( the bear ) . tara knowles ( sons of anarchy ) . georgia miller ( ginnie & georgia ) .
𝑖. stats . . .
name: kiana chowdary-astor
age & DoB: thirty-three ; born on april 7th
gender & pronouns: cis woman ( she / her )
orientation: lesbian
hobbies: doodling . swimming . listening to audiobooks while cooking . going to the movies by herself .
piercings: one on each ear
tattoos: a small pair of wings on her lower back that she got when she was 16
scars: several cuts and burns on her hands
relationship status: in a fake relationship with asena şahin
𝑖.𝑖. biography . . .
— triggers of: mentions of sex work, poisoning and murder
You were born to be MC royalty, and maybe you would have been, if things had happened differently for you. Or maybe, if your dreams and ambitions didn't make you hate this town since you were little. Your grandfather helped what would become the Rift Riders. Your father, albeit completely insane, had also made a name for himself as one of the most lethal members of in the club. You? All you have ever wanted was to put Rift Valley behind you and go as far away as possible from the Southern Californian town.
Your mother left when you were just shy of 3 years old. The violence, death, drugs and all the craziness inside your father made her pack her bags and leave town, in search for a better future. She had never wanted to be a mother, so she didn't take you with her. You were raised by the Old Ladies and other women who wanted to become old ladies, which granted you a deep sense of sisterhood and sorority. They taught you how to fight for what you wanted, to never back down and most of all, they taught you to never let a man hit you.
At 17, it was your turn to leave Rift Valley behind on the back of a bike. You moved from town to town, working odd jobs and trying to get by as you moved further East. Eighteen knocked on your door and you started using your body for your own survival, sleeping with men you didn't feel attracted to and trying to keep your head above water. New York was your last stop, and by the time you've reached the City That Never Slept, you had saved some cash to rent a beat up room in the outskirts of Bronx. New York was supposed to mean new opportunities and you grabbed them as tightly as you could. You'd have classes to get your GED in the mornings, while at night, you'd continue to sleep with people for money.
Eventually, those clients got better, more high-end, posher and richer. More money, more opportunities, more networking to be made. You wanted to go to cooking school. You wanted to invest the money you were earning on your dreams, your goals and ambitions.
You met Ronald Astor in a black-tie event you attended with another client when you were twenty-one. A telecommunications mogul and recently divorced man, who somehow managed to track you down after the party, and started to frequently hire you. He was forty years older than you, but awfully lonely. He paid way more than you asked, so you never complained. Six months after first hiring you, he propose to you in his penthouse, in front of all of his friends and New York's elite, while New Year's fireworks exploded in the background. Although you had never been attracted to men, you didn't have the heart to say no in front of all of those people, so you accepted his proposal. His contacts would get you where you wanted to go.
Your marriage stirred gossip among New York's society and Ronald's family, but you were promised to be sent to the Culinary Institute of America, so you couldn't care less about what others said. Your dream was coming true. Back then, it was easier to erase traces of someone's life online, so, Ronald's peers were able to destroy any evidence of you ever been involved with sex work—not that it had ever been a problem to you. A job was a job. Means to an end.
The first time Ronald raised his hand to you, was the last time he tried. You were stressed out, trying to come up with a dessert to present in class and he wanted sex. The denial got an angry response from the old man and you ended up threatening him with a knife. To this day, you still don't know whether it was fate or pure luck that presented itself in the form of a heart attack, but, as your husband was rushed to the hospital with you in the back of an ambulance, the gears in your head started working to get you out of this. You remembered being taught how to fire a weapon, you remembered how to throw punches, but what saved you back then, was aconite. One of the women at the club, the one who was often around your father, told you about what the plant could do to someone, in case you needed to use it to defend yourself against him and leave no trace behind.
You bought a beautiful vase of aconite to welcome your husband home after being discharged from the hospital. When he was cleared to go back to work, you mixed a generous dosage of the flower into his morning coffee and hoped for the best. A few hours later, you were halfway down biting your nails when you received a call from the police saying your husband had been involved in a fatal accident. You mixed the rest of the aconite with water and poured it down the drain, then left home to play the grieving widow. His death had been ruled an accident due to his heart condition, so you felt like you breathe again.
You focused on your career, which was starting to take off. You worked in several restaurants, learning discipline from abusive chefs and stuck up, wannabe Michelin stars. But you were living your dream. You started dating again, this time, staying true to yourself and only dating women, but your crazy hours and perfectionism would often ruin everything. Some nights, you'd hit your head on the pillow and dream about murdering your ex, only to wake up screaming along with the alarm clock. You traveled to Europe, feasting on any bit of knowledge you could get yours hands on, that would make you better at your job. You made a name for yourself and by the time you returned to New York, people actually knew who Chef Kiana Chowdary was.
About a year ago, a meltdown had you quit your job as the chef of one of New York's most famous restaurants. Eight months ago, someone wearing a Riders cut came to your apartment. They said your father was dead and that he'd left you The Underground, a restaurant that had been in your family for years, but that you knew now, it was mostly used as a front for criminal activity. With a burnout stain on your career and this heavy burden to carry in the shape of a restaurant you didn't even know if you wanted to have, you returned to Rift Valley.
A few weeks later, you were being invited to have lunch with Ahmet Șahin, an old friend of your ex-husbands, and his daughter Asena. A proposal was made: he would help you with the restaurant, if you helped his daughter get reelected as a District Attorney. You didn't think much of it at first. What was another fake relationship in the grand scheme of things? If you decided you didn't want the restaurant anymore, you could have Mr. Șahin sell it and be done with it. At least this time, you had the means to support your decision in case you wanted to leave.
You just weren't expecting to start finding Asena Șahin interesting. That complicated things.
full name : christian lee. nicknames : none. birthdate : 22nd august ( 36 ). hometown : manhattan, new york. traits : diligent, conceited, dramatic, snobbish. gender + pronouns : cis man + he/him. orientation : bisexual. zodiac : virgo. occupation : news anchor, newly transferred. character parallels : moira rose ( schitt's creek ), zuko ( atla ), lestat de lioncourt ( interview with the vampire ), reynolds woodcock ( phantom thread ). aesthetic : silk robes abandoned beside hotel towels, wine-drunk monologues delivered like shakespearean soliloquies, staring at local news stations with visible contempt, polished shoes echoing through empty hallways, gold accents and signet rings, hand written thank you notes and perfect penmanship.
SUMMARY:
the lees are an influential family who built their wealth through real estate, and are well known as being haughty individuals who generally look down on rift valley natives who are not cut from the same cloth. traditional and self-serving.
christian's mother leaves rift valley ( they all do, eventually ) following her marriage to a hot shot media tycoon. she acclimatises to new york high society and christian grows up in a different world.
returns to rift valley during the holidays to spend time with his grandparents, he later learns this is due to marriage problems between his parents. he hates every second of it. his grandparents offer him the kind of warmth he was never used to.
goes down the route of political science, then pursues a career in journalism. through nepotism, he becomes a correspondent, then co-anchor on a major tv network, quickly climbing the ranks.
everything falls apart when his family is subject to a financial fraud scandal. his father quickly divorces his mother to cut ties, and christian and his mother relocate back to rift valley out of embarrassment. they no longer have the status or the money that once placed them on a pedestal.
now, largely due to personal connections, he anchors the local news network. it's only been a couple of weeks since the move back to rift valley and he hates every moment of it. thinks he is better than everything and everyone here. has a bad case of delusions of grandeur.
growing up in elite social circles left him largely insulated from the realities of rift valley. he knows little of the mechanics between the rift riders and santoros mafia, and cares little for the conflict.
he is more concerned with rebuilding his own reputation, surviving the humiliation of moving back, and finding a way out of this mess. perhaps, the first step, would be getting his hands on a good story.
WCS:
people he used to know as a child/spent time with via each other's families
people he could've met in new york?
i think it'd be funny if he had a roommate who is just the complete opposite
