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Orion Beaumont —51 — Businessman — Original Character

the good: sociable, competitive, adaptable the bad: jealous, venomous, pedantic

Past & Present

There’s a special kind of jealousy that comes from being the oldest child, and Orion’s never been one to shy away from this fact. He remains good-humored when talking about how his parents kept an impossibly strong chokehold on him throughout his youth, and he even admits that he could’ve probably used the guidance more than the rest of the Beaumont children. Wild and rambunctious, Orion was prone to picking on his younger siblings out of some brotherly desire to toughen them up before they got to Hogwarts. Edison, Sera, and Archer might disagree, but Orion still credits some of their accomplishments to his special brand of shepherding. It’s with great fondness that Orion recounts taunting his siblings with the pseudo-fear that they’d end up being the first squibs in the Beaumont household. Give him enough time to gather his bearings and he’ll even stop laughing long enough to rattle off a story about how he once convinced Edison that a Lethifold had invaded their home.

As an obnoxiously proud Gryffindor, Orion set himself apart from his siblings during his school days. He roamed the halls of Hogwarts with a close-knit group of friends and made a concerted effort to spend as little time as he possibly could with his family. The year he didn’t return home for the holiday was perhaps the most contentious point of his school days, but he was given a pass thanks to a cleverly-crafted lie about how a dear friend would be alone on Christmas if not for his presence. It was in this way -- - with small lies and self-imposed martyrdom - -- that Orion managed to escape the punishment of parents who were oftentimes not privy to his mean streak.

Even from a tender age, it was incredibly apparent that the accepting and open-minded nature of the Beaumont family had been lost on Orion. He wasn’t a Death Eater by any means, but he refused to pretend as if there was no pride in being from such a prestigious, pureblooded wizarding family. They had been making Beaumont Cloaks since before Beaumont cloaks had become the equivalent of wizarding Dior. They’d invented the Howler, for Merlin’s sake! Bowing to the sensitives of half-bloods and muggle-borns didn’t suit Orion, and he wore his pride on his sleeve every chance he got. An endless supply of howlers was dangerous in the hands of his father, especially when word got around that Orion bragged freely of the Beaumont’s heritage and wealth, but Orion held his head high while he tormented the poor souls who were determined to be lesser than him. These days, he makes a show of expressing regret for his intolerance, but there’s a fair share of skepticism as to how deep his remorse runs.

One thing is certain, and it’s that he would never have been given the helm of Beaumont Cloaks if he wasn’t repentant enough to slip under the radar of Mr. and Mrs. Beaumont. Truth be told, he didn’t particularly want the position until he got wind of the fact that they were considering handing the company over to Edison upon their retirement. There are times when he wonders if he would’ve been given the title of CEO if Edison hadn’t bought the Chudley Cannons, but that matters less than the fact that he’s the face of the company now. Edison might’ve gotten acclaim for winning the World Cup with the family’s favorite team, but Orion made moves to take Beaumont Cloaks to the next level. Stores have been popping up all over Europe and throughout the UK, but it isn’t enough. It’s never enough.

Though usually scarce on game day, Orion’s presence on the pitch has become more pronounced since Chudley took home the cup. He’s full of backhanded compliments and embarrassing stories about the new owner of the team, but he’s also been seen lurking around practices for various other teams in the league. Rumors have begun to swirl as to whether or not another Beaumont child is looking to make his mark on the British and Irish Quidditch League, but Orion has put all of those to bed by pointing out the obvious: He’s quite happy with Beaumont Cloaks, and attempting to balance his responsibilities with his personal life is difficult enough without throwing a quidditch team into the mix. And what kind of brother would he be if he snatched little Edi’s world cup right out of his hands? A sorry one, to be sure.

Orion Beaumont looks like Jon Hamm and is TAKEN.

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Jackson Rocco | Fifty;  Elite

House: Brink Status: Uninfected Elite Specification: Head of Security

History

Jackson Rocco got what he wanted and he did it efficiently. A detective with Chicago police, he was good at his job and—ruggedly handsome as he was—a bolster for the stereotype. Despite being too frequently told how he looked in his uniform, for him the job was less about the ego boost and more about the purpose he felt it gave him. Protecting the streets of a city rife with crime and violence was something he’d always aspired towards and putting that dream it into action had turned out to be even more rewarding then he’d hoped it would be.

Three years into the job, Jackson had already become a favourite of both his fellow officers and of his boss. He was a bit of a clown around the department, always quick with a joke or a droll nickname and as such, he kept the team in high spirits. But when it came to the serious and dangerous responsibilities of his job, Jackson was excellent at dialling down, left with nothing but determination and apt professionalism for his work and position of authority.

Being one of the most eligible bachelors in the area, many wondered why Jackson hadn’t already settled down—it wasn’t as though he hadn’t the opportunity. The offers swam in on the daily, but he had his eyes set on one woman in particular. His partner, Jennika Zhang, was the one woman he couldn’t have and the one woman he wanted. Because that’s how these things worked, wasn’t it? Nothing was ever fair, or easy, or straightforward. Dating within the department was strictly prohibited and Jackson took his position seriously, so he settled on waiting somewhat patiently until circumstances changed—awaiting a time that one of them got promoted, transferred, or heaven forbid, fired.

But how easily circumstances can change at the drop of a dime. Rocco and Zhang were responding to a call, a report of shots heard coming from within a neighbourhood home. They entered the house, guns drawn and searching for the intruder, and when they found the back door open, Jackson rounded the house to the left, and Jennika to the right. They’d been apart for barely thirty seconds when Jackson heard two shots. He ran in the direction of Jennika to find the woman motionless and bleeding on the ground, a bullet wound through her neck, and the armed suspect running towards the street. Enraged, Jackson unloaded his gun into the back of the man who had shot his partner. Seven shots fired into a bleeding body, long after the robber was dead.

After the incident, Jackson had been ordered to take a stress leave to deal with the loss of his partner. A year later, after much deliberation from a psychologist and his captain, Jackson handed in a notice of resignation, worried he’d never be stable enough to return to a place where escaping his past would be impossible.

Needing a change of pace, Rocco turned instead to security. He applied to penitentiaries all over the city and the surrounding area, and though he was offered a job in Springfield, a couple years later he was informed of an opportunity at Belvedere Penitentiary, in the UK. They were looking for applicants of his background, considering the high risk factor of many of their inmates. Still not over what had happened and desperate for a chance to start over, Jackson thought it might give him the kind of change he needed to get his life back on track.

But crossing the Atlantic did not rid his baggage, and in fact most of it came with him, like shackles on his wrists and ankles. Ever since the incident, Rocco had been unable, or perhaps unwilling, to forgive himself for Zhang’s death. He harboured guilt not only for failing to protect her, but for never telling her how he felt. If he had, perhaps one of them would have transferred precincts, and the course of events would have changed. He also found he distrusted himself—his loss of control that lead to the brutal shooting of the robber—a man found at the scene of the crime but not yet convicted and running away—was something he struggled to come to terms with. Was he really the protector he thought he was? Or was he no better than every other lunatic with a firearm?

Rocco Today

Rocco (known almost exclusively by his last name), had been at Belvedere for nearly eleven years by the time D-Day hit. Having taken over as Warden in 2152, one might say that he’d succeeded in taking his life in a new, positive direction.

But Rocco was a man of his own solitary confinement, spending most of his days alone, a fresh bottle in his fist. As the years progressed, the demons of his past didn’t fade because he didn’t face them. Instead, he became sour and cynical, his once-was sense of humour turned dark, bitter and often mean. It didn’t help that he was running a place full of criminals, so many of them without hope for rehabilitation or change. But Rocco had long since stopped believing in reformation, anyway.

He has been Head of Security at Colony 22 since the early days of its rise, and he presents a grumbling, intimidating face of the Colony Correctional team. Still battling a severe drinking problem, he often uses his authority to confiscate illegally obtained items, such as liquor, and then keeps them for himself—a way to help keep his addiction under wraps.

Rocco is incredibly sarcastic and biting, and though he has good intentions, they are smothered underneath a hardened exterior of aggressive behaviour and day-old booze.

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Elise Collins (Rosamund Pike fc) - romantic

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Goldenridge Acres is a literate, mature roleplay group with a focus on character development and kink exploration. The path this roleplay will take is entirely up to the decisions players make for their characters. Will you choose to play the hero or the villain? The dominant or the submissive? The moderate or the insatiable? These choices and more await you here at Goldenridge Acres. Join us today for an engaging and fun rp experience!

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What was once a mecca for the sexual deviants of society is now a shadow of its former self. One employee’s attempts to bring the business down may have been thwarted in the end, but her near success spooked the high profile clientele and Goldenridge Acres started to lose money almost to the point of ruin. After months of rebuilding, things are finally starting to look up for the “quaint” neighborhood. Old faces are starting to come back and new faces appear every day. For now, Goldenridge Acres seems like it’s going to survive its darkest days, but there’s an unspoken tension in the air and the flames of rebellion may not be entirely put out…

The perverted megalomaniac who built this neighborhood will not let her baby die. She is more vicious than ever in the wake of her worst nightmare almost coming to fruition. Policies have tightened, punishments have gotten stricter, and her willingness to allow the residents to commit taboos with the dolls has only increased. This is her second chance to have everything she could dream of and she’s prepared to destroy anyone who threatens her happiness.

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+2 wanted connection for DAKOTA LANGLEY.

( alaska, 20, amber heard ) DAKOTA ‘KODY’ LANGLEY, 26, is looking for their FATHER. Word has it they ARE THE LEADER OF THE HUNTING VILLAGE. HE IS VERY MANIPULATIVE AND ALTHOUGH GENUINELY LOVES HIS FAMILY, HE SEES HIS CHILDREN FIRST AS SOLDIERS. HE BELIEVES VIOLENCE IS THE ANSWER, REFERS TO THE OUTSIDERS AS ‘INVADERS’ AND MAY RESORT TO EXTREME, UNORTHODOX METHODS TO GET HIS WAY, GETTING OTHERS TO DO HIS BIDDING SO HIS LEVELHEADED, COHESIVE REPUTATION REMAINS INTACT. They are said to resemble BRAD PITT, JON HAMM, ANY MALE FC OVER 46.

( alaska, 20, amber heard ) DAKOTA ‘KODY’ LANGLEY, 26, is looking for their YOUNGER BROTHER. Word has it they ARE MORE LIKE THEIR REASONABLE/KIND MOTHER THAN THEIR POWER-HUNGRY FATHER, UNLIKE KODY.  THE SIBLING RELATIONSHIP CAN BE DISCUSSED, BUT THEY LOST THEIR OLDER BROTHER IN THE CRASH. THIS SHOULD MEAN THE MAYOR ROLE WILL PASS ON TO KODY, BUT EVENTUALLY IT WILL GO TO THIS MUSE, CAUSING GREAT TENSION BETWEEN THEM. They are said to resemble HUNTER PARRISH, ANY MALE FC THAT LOOKS LIKE AMBER HEARD.