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WELCOME TO SANTA MONICA, CA!
Bursting with a population that’s been growing ever since the late 1980’s, people have found this ocean-front city to be a haven amongst the sprawl of Los Angeles. With its bustling beaches and year-round sunny weather, locals and newcomers alike find it hard to picture themselves living anywhere else. You’ll find eager children clambering onto the Ferris Wheel on Santa Monica Pier, couples strolling atop the wooden wharf enjoying the sunset, friends hitting the Third Street Promenade to watch street performers, and people getting their early-morning workouts on the famed Santa Monica Stairs. With 6 eclectic neighborhoods located right in the midst of LA, the city of so many dreams, this is the place to experience the very best that Southern California has to offer!
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In fair Verona, our tale begins with TIBERIUS CAPULET, who is TWENTY-SEVEN years old. He is often called TYBALT by the CAPULETS and works as their CAPTAIN. He uses HE/HIM pronouns.
There’s a certain power that comes with being born the nephew of one of the gods of Verona, but not enough power to compensate for the STING that comes with not being born his son. It was by some mistake—or perhaps an act of better judgment—of fate that he was born to the lesser brother, to a mere PRINCE of the Capulets rather than the king, and Tiberius has prowled the streets of Verona with every intention of making the universe regret its decision since. Whether the regret be reinforced the breaking of spirits, or of bone – often times the result being both. The city wouldn’t know what to do with a man like him poised to take the throne, a tiger among men, and fate seems to have been equally unprepared; but what he isn’t given as a gift, he perceives as a challenge, and he’s seen enough men rise and fall to know that one doesn’t have to be the king to rule. But despite his rather unfortunate parentage, he was raised in Cosimo Capulet’s household and acquired a HUNGER that his dear cousin didn’t and never would: he wanted blood, for a christening with mere oil and water simply wouldn’t do.
His bloodlust may one day be the end of him, and if it is, few that knew him could look God in the eye and claim to be surprised. Tiberius Capulet was born angry, and odds are, he will die angry; it’s the only fitting end for a man like him—ruthless, violent, VICIOUS. His antagonistic tendencies—believed at first to be attention-seeking whims and then regarded as the mark of a future soldier—had humble beginnings, but they soon grew into something deeper, something dangerous. By the time he turned sixteen, violence was so ingrained in his bones that his soul ached for want of it, and his thirst for it had proven insatiable; no matter how many men he made bleed—no matter how many men he made beg for mercy, one more was never enough. He was taught many a lesson by his father and uncle, but the one he took to heart was this: complacency is COWARDICE. He would never be satisfied—not until he drew his last breath, and probably not even then. It was for this reason that he implored his uncle to initiate him into the mob early, and it was for this reason that Cosimo granted him his wish.
Few men can survive walking the streets of Verona in the dark at seventeen, but Tiberius didn’t survive; he THRIVED. It was as though he’d been born for it—for the sound of a gunshot piercing the night, for the look in a man’s eyes when he realized this monstrous boy would be the last thing he ever saw. It was nothing short of exhilarating, the sheer POWER that came not from being born to the right father, like Juliet, and not from having a mind built for war, like Rafaella, but from being the harbinger of every dark desire his uncle had ever had. His was a crown seized in blood—not inherited by it—and by the time he turned twenty-one, he’d staked a claim to it that no man who wanted to keep his life could contest. He became the youngest and deadliest captain the Capulets had ever seen, and he accepted the whispered title of brute with a wolfish grin. But being a commander in his uncle’s army wasn’t enough for him, and it never would be. He wanted to be the GENERAL.
And one day, he will be. His cousin will make a fair enough leader, he supposes—for now—but this city needs someone who will rule with an iron fist, and Juliana, for all that she’s got a good head on her shoulders, seems far more concerned with morals than any respectable boss should be. But until his uncle realizes that, whether of his own accord or with a bit of convincing, Tiberius is content to lurk in the shadows, claiming more victims and leaving more scars each night, for blood runs thicker even than the ichor of ambition, and he’s nothing if not loyal to his cause and to his family. He’ll ascend to the throne of Verona in the most honorable way he knows: by CONQUERING.
JULIANA & RAFAELLA CAPULET: Cousins. Convincing a man like him to kill for you is easy, but convincing him to spare for you is no small feat—a feat fit for a queen. He loves his cousins the only way he knows how—brutally, but he’s always held the belief that they’re not as fit to lead the mob as he. Rafaella is as sharp as the knives he treasures so much ( perhaps a bit toomuch ), but she’s a bit too subtle for his tastes. Though blood be the only thing that separates them, the two are as thick as thieves and revel like it too. Juliana, for all that she’s Cosimo’s daughter, hardly seems to want the title that will one day be passed to her—and if she does, she damn well doesn’t act like it. He wouldn’t dare hurt them to achieve his own means, but he’s not above a bit of—what does Rafaella call it?—persuasion.
EASTON CRAVEN: Lackey. Some might call it a complex, but it’s far from something he can’t help—it’s deliberate. There’s a certain satisfaction that comes with knowing a man is beneath you and probably always will be, and he’s loath to let the rich brats of Verona forget where they stand. Rafaella has ordered that he play nice with the bambini—as if he knows how—but all bets are off with the younger Craven brother, and he’s found he rather enjoys pushing Easton’s buttons. There are far worse things to be than Cosimo Capulet’s nephew, and being the bastard of a rich man is one of them. As is foretold in the bible, the lambs are being separated from the goats – and the dragon in the sky is meant to consume them all.
MARCELO ROSSO: Bastard. “Careful, Rosso. I hear the likes of you are rather flammable.” He’s struck low blow after low blow in regards to the Montague captain, and Tiberius has no intentions of stopping until they’re dead—preferably at his hands. For all that he’s a bit of a brute, he doesn’t often hate his targets as personally as he does Marcelo, and it’s this anomaly that has distinguished them in a way few others have managed. The top of the ruthless captain’s list is hardly an enviable place to be, but his enemy can take comfort in the fact that they’re in good hands. He’s an expert at this sort of thing—a veteran—and he’ll make it an end to remember.
REGINA DALY: Hook-up. He’s unpredictable and inconsistent in all aspects of life, save for the trysts he engages in with the Daly woman. It was an arrangement made with no strings attached – hearts, not even thought to be considered, for he doubted either of them had one. But, moreover, he did it for the sake of keeping an eye on a potential enemy – on a threat that lurks within the walls of the church that the Capulets regard as home. Though the enemy may be running rampant in the streets, sometimes it happens to wander into one’s own home. And if he manages to get a little animalistic pleasure out of his duties? Then all the better.
Tiberius is portrayed by KEITH POWERS and was written by BREE. He is currently TAKEN by CAS.
PROPERTY OF NORFOLK POLICE DEPARTMENT → RESIDENT FILES.
LANCE STIRLING → TWENTY THREE, DREAMWALKER.
SEXUALITY: BISEXUAL
OCCUPATION: ART STUDENT @ NORFOLK UNIVERSITY, BARISTA @ THE BREW
ADDRESS: APT. 17, ADAMAS APARTMENTS, RAVEN’S ROW
“Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.”
tw: mention of miscarriage
In the mid-nineties, after two and a half years and four miscarriages, Amanda and Jason Stirling decided to go another route. Adopted at birth by the upper-middle class couple from the suburbs of Annapolis, Lance spent most of childhood wanting for nothing. The majority of his childhood was spent staining his jeans in the grass as he rough-housed with neighborhood children in backyards filled with lush grass and dotted with daisies. He was happy for those short years. They passed away in a car accident. Aged seven, Lance was sent to live with Jason’s father — Nathaniel — a man in his late fifties, a professor of History at Norfolk University.
Lance did not care much for school. Always distant in class, dozing off or daydreaming rather than paying attention. The problem was only exacerbated during Lance’s teenage years. On the weekends, he could sleep for fifteen hours at a time, assuming his grandfather did not force him out of bed. To appease his grandfather, he joined the cross-country team at Norfolk High School, though he attended practice only when he felt like it and only pushed himself enough to keep up with the average runners on the team.
During his years at the high school, Lance spent most of his time in the art room, it was the only place in the brick building where he could manage to stay awake. It was there, in the room with the paint-stained floors and the splintered easels, that Lance bring his dreams to the waking world. The dreams that had become more vivid, more wondrous, more pervasive than anything in his waking life. Living was black and white — dreaming was technicolor.
He often dreamt of his parents, of the childhood home in Maryland. After graduating from Norfolk High, Lance spent two years in Maryland, searching for his birth mother and was disappointed when he found her living in a crime-ridden neighborhood in Baltimore with a boyfriend and four kids younger than him. It made him feel abandoned, and unwanted. And he felt guilty for looking for her when the parents who loved him as their own had not lived long enough to raise him. At nineteen and a half, he returned to Washington, to Norfolk. To the place he started to think of as home, only after leaving.
His grandfather suffered from a severe stroke shortly after Lance’s return. He survived, but only continues to do so with very much assistance. Lance has since had to move out of his grandfather’s house and has started his own life, taking up Art at Norfolk University, hoping that he’ll be able to make some kind of living off of it one day. When not asleep or in class, he works at The Brew and uses most of his salary (and tips) to pay for the small amount of tuition he has to pay — he was given a scholarship thanks to his grandfather’s many years of tenure prior to his absence for his health — to pay the menial rent of the Raven’s Row apartment, and to help out with his grandfather.
PERSONALITY → MBTI: INFP | + FRIENDLY, KIND, CALM | - PASSIVE, LAZY, CAPRICIOUS
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In fair Verona, our tale begins with TIBERIUS CAPULET, who is TWENTY-SEVEN years old. He is often called TYBALT by the CAPULETS and works as their ADVISOR. He uses HE/HIM pronouns.
There’s a certain power that comes with being born the nephew of one of the gods of Verona, but not enough power to compensate for the STING that comes with not being born his son. It was by some mistake—or perhaps an act of better judgment—of fate that he was born to the lesser brother, to a mere PRINCE of the Capulets rather than the king, and Tiberius has prowled the streets of Verona with every intention of making the universe regret its decision since. Whether the regret be reinforced the breaking of spirits, or of bone – often times the result being both. The city wouldn’t know what to do with a man like him poised to take the throne, a tiger among men, and fate seems to have been equally unprepared; but what he isn’t given as a gift, he perceives as a challenge, and he’s seen enough men rise and fall to know that one doesn’t have to be the king to rule. But despite his rather unfortunate parentage, he was raised in Cosimo Capulet’s household and acquired a HUNGER that his dear cousin didn’t and never would: he wanted blood, for a christening with mere oil and water simply wouldn’t do.
His bloodlust may one day be the end of him, and if it is, few that knew him could look God in the eye and claim to be surprised. Tiberius Capulet was born angry, and odds are, he will die angry; it’s the only fitting end for a man like him—ruthless, violent, VICIOUS. His antagonistic tendencies—believed at first to be attention-seeking whims and then regarded as the mark of a future soldier—had humble beginnings, but they soon grew into something deeper, something dangerous. By the time he turned sixteen, violence was so ingrained in his bones that his soul ached for want of it, and his thirst for it had proven insatiable; no matter how many men he made bleed—no matter how many men he made beg for mercy, one more was never enough. He was taught many a lesson by his father and uncle, but the one he took to heart was this: complacency is COWARDICE. He would never be satisfied—not until he drew his last breath, and probably not even then. It was for this reason that he implored his uncle to initiate him into the mob early, and it was for this reason that Cosimo granted him his wish.
Few men can survive walking the streets of Verona in the dark at seventeen, but Tiberius didn’t survive; he THRIVED. It was as though he’d been born for it—for the sound of a gunshot piercing the night, for the look in a man’s eyes when he realized this monstrous boy would be the last thing he ever saw. It was nothing short of exhilarating, the sheer POWER that came not from being born to the right father, like Juliet, and not from having a mind built for war, like Rafaella, but from being the harbinger of every dark desire his uncle had ever had. His was a crown seized in blood—not inherited by it—and by the time he turned twenty-one, he’d staked a claim to it that no man who wanted to keep his life could contest. He became the youngest and deadliest captain the Capulets had ever seen, and he accepted the whispered title of brute with a wolfish grin. But being a commander in his uncle’s army wasn’t enough for him, and it never would be. He wanted to be the GENERAL.
And one day, he will be. His cousin will make a fair enough leader, he supposes—for now—but this city needs someone who will rule with an iron fist, and Juliana, for all that she’s got a good head on her shoulders, seems far more concerned with morals than any respectable boss should be. But until his uncle realizes that, whether of his own accord or with a bit of convincing, Tiberius is content to lurk in the shadows, claiming more victims and leaving more scars each night, for blood runs thicker even than the ichor of ambition, and he’s nothing if not loyal to his cause and to his family. He’ll ascend to the throne of Verona in the most honorable way he knows: by CONQUERING.
JULIANA & RAFAELLA CAPULET: Cousins. Convincing a man like him to kill for you is easy, but convincing him to spare for you is no small feat—a feat fit for a queen. He loves his cousins the only way he knows how—brutally, but he’s always held the belief that they’re not as fit to lead the mob as he. Rafaella is as sharp as the knives he treasures so much ( perhaps a bit too much ), but she’s a bit too subtle for his tastes. Though blood be the only thing that separates them, the two are as thick as thieves and revel like it too. Juliana, for all that she’s Cosimo’s daughter, hardly seems to want the title that will one day be passed to her—and if she does, she damn well doesn’t act like it. He wouldn’t dare hurt them to achieve his own means, but he’s not above a bit of—what does Rafaella call it?—persuasion.
EASTON CRAVEN: Lackey. Some might call it a complex, but it’s far from something he can’t help—it’s deliberate. There’s a certain satisfaction that comes with knowing a man is beneath you and probably always will be, and he’s loath to let the rich brats of Verona forget where they stand. Rafaella has ordered that he play nice with the bambini—as if he knows how—but all bets are off with the younger Craven brother, and he’s found he rather enjoys pushing Easton’s buttons. There are far worse things to be than Cosimo Capulet’s nephew, and being the bastard of a rich man is one of them. As is foretold in the bible, the lambs are being separated from the goats – and the dragon in the sky is meant to consume them all.
MARCELO ROSSO: Bastard. “Careful, Rosso. I hear the likes of you are rather flammable.” He’s struck low blow after low blow in regards to the Montague captain, and Tiberius has no intentions of stopping until they’re dead—preferably at his hands. For all that he’s a bit of a brute, he doesn’t often hate his targets as personally as he does Marcelo, and it’s this anomaly that has distinguished them in a way few others have managed. The top of the ruthless captain’s list is hardly an enviable place to be, but his enemy can take comfort in the fact that they’re in good hands. He’s an expert at this sort of thing—a veteran—and he’ll make it an end to remember.
REGINA DALY: Hook-up. He’s unpredictable and inconsistent in all aspects of life, save for the trysts he engages in with the Daly woman. It was an arrangement made with no strings attached – hearts, not even thought to be considered, for he doubted either of them had one. But, moreover, he did it for the sake of keeping an eye on a potential enemy – on a threat that lurks within the walls of the church that the Capulets regard as home. Though the enemy may be running rampant in the streets, sometimes it happens to wander into one’s own home. And if he manages to get a little animalistic pleasure out of his duties? Then all the better.
Tiberius is portrayed by KEITH POWERS and was written by BREE. He is currently TAKEN by CAS.