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VICTORIA-THE-LIONESS

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VICTORIA EVELYN RHITT from LONDON - intro available here

[victoria-the-lioness]

FULL NAME: Victoria Evelyn Rhitt.

AGE: 50 Years Old.

DATE OF BIRTH: January 5th, 1973.

HAIR: Blonde.

HEIGHT: 5ft 10 / 177 cm.

BUILD: Slender.

EYE COLORS: Blue.

ETHNICITY: White.

GENDER: Cis Woman.

PRONOUNS: She/Her.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Lesbian.

OCCUPATION: Chairperson & CEO of a multinational.

DISTINCT PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES: Tattoo of small black crows at the back of her neck.

FACECLAIM: Charlize Theron

THEME SONG: DO I WANNA KNOW? - Arctic Monkeys

TRAITS: Maternal, Educated, Ruthless, Protective, Seductive, Resilient, Ambitious, Vengeful, Determined, Fierce, Controlling, Intelligent, Dominant, Prideful, Supportive.

LOVE LANGUAGE: Words of Affirmation + Displays of Commitment

ALIGNMENT: Lawful Evil

CURRENT LOCATION: 6 Bedrooms Penthouse condo in Grand Marquis

WORKPLACE: Name Coming Soon

HOBBIES: (Aside from a workaholic) Attending orchestra and opera events, clubbing, traveling, jogging, swimming, dancing, spa, cooking and being a foodie.

PET PEEVES: Overly direct

BACKGROUND

Victoria was born in London, England, 1973. She is the daughter of an American immigrant business man and a British cellist who was briefly a part of the London Symphony Orchestra. Her father was from a harsh military family, as a result he was strict and raised her with impossible standards. Her mother on the other hand was a refuge and an open-minded source of support.

Success was within the grasp of her father during her early teenage years. It is thanks to his efforts that Victoria went to a good school and lived a comfortable childhood. Throughout high school she became a cheerleader, but her parents never attended. She never expected them to either, her mother was fulfilling her dream and her father was extremely vocal about the fact he only cared if she won medals or trophies. And yet there was a prize she could never tell anyone about, she kissed a girl for the first time, someone on her team.

When she expressed her uncertainty about her identity and her attraction, her mother was understanding, her father was not. He wanted Victoria gone for good, but her mother refused. They eventually divorced, forcing her mother to leave the London Symphony Orchestra to be present for her daughter's dreams rather than her own. In reaction to her family shattering to pieces, a subconscious part of Victoria buried those feelings deep within her, so deep even she believed it was all nonsense.

While Victoria now hated her father, she was far more like him than she would ever admit. Hardworking and dedicated, she did so well that she earned a Scholarship at the Oxford University, at which she did spectacularly. There she met the man who would soon become her husband. It is only once pregnant that she was confronted with her buried truth, she did not love this man, she did not love any men. She had simply found the only man she would want to marry : one she would marry the sister of even more. Navigating a high education and a baby is not small feat, but she did it, and she did even more, with a second baby. Facing herself meant tearing her family apart and when she saw what it did to hers, she couldn't do the same.

She began her career as a business advisor at a reknown multinational... and it is where Victoria's ambition came to die in a way. While her husband could pursue his goals within that same company, she was focusing on her children. But soon enough, the important talk came to be. Victoria and her husband were both very much aware that she only enjoyed the company of women, and yet he accepted her in a way her father did not. The proof that perhaps the truth would not have destroyed everything after all. Her husband was not good at his job, but Victoria was and so she became the rat beneath the hat for not her husband, but rather her greatest friend. She spent time with women from that point on, and kept it a secret for the sake of both of their careers, but also their family.

Her daughters grew rapidly into beautiful and brilliant young women. She supported them and used her status in the business world to open doors for them, but never allowed them to avoid the hard work along the way. Over the years, she did climb the ladder, especially when her children became adults. The conflict roaming in her marriage became a single and yet simple fact, people knew her husband couldn't do the job, they knew she was the mind behind the man. She was on the table for potential future CEO, while her husband was not even considered at all. A conflict which remained unresolved, since he passed away only a few months ago now. She accepted the merger he declined, agressively climbed one big final step and left for Louisiana, where one of the three North American Head Office of the company is located, as well as her dear daughter Imogen, and her three Doberman Pinschers.

[ymirs-heart]

FULL NAME: Samantha Gabrielle Carlyle

AGE: 31 Years Old

DATE OF BIRTH: October 23rd, 1993

HAIR: Short Brown Hair

HEIGHT: 6ft 4 / 193 cm

BUILD: Heavily Muscular

EYE COLORS: Dark Brown

ETHNICITY: White.

GENDER: Cis Woman

PRONOUNS: She/Her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Lesbian

OCCUPATION: Head Mechanic & Garage Owner

DISTINCT PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES: Tattoo sleeves on both her entire arms. A scar crossing the outer-end of her right eyebrow, a cut which lines up perfectly with the cut which crosses her upper and lower lip at their center, leaning diagonally towards the right.

FACECLAIM: Emma Appleton

CHARACTER INSPO: Vi (Arcane), f!Eivor & Kassandra (Assassin's Creed), Frank Castle (The Punisher), Will Turner (POTC), Renfri (The Witcher)

THEME SONG: Fire in my head - Two Feet

TRAITS: Confrontational, Arrogant, Protective, Flirty, Caring, Comforting, Playful, Daring, Cocky, Intelligent, Dominant, Overachiever, Romantic.

LOVE LANGUAGE: Physical touch

ALIGMENT: Chaotic Neutral

CURRENT LOCATION: Big home in Lafayette Hills

WORKPLACE: For Heaven's Brake

HOBBIES: Working out, play guitar, mechanic, sailing, watching old movies, cooking, surfing, late night drive, kickboxing

PET PEEVES: Short temper

FAMILY: No siblings, no children, her father has passed away many years ago and her mother has rejected her for so many years that she may not even be alive anymore, she doesn't know, nor care.

Sam is the daughter of a mechanic father and a stay-at-home mother, her father was very absent which meant she was stuck with her abusive mother most of the time. She grew up spending her time anywhere but home. It also made her self-reliant from a young age and very adaptive.

She was a troublemaker her entire childhood, missing classes, getting into fights, running away from home. The divorce of her parents only exacerbated these kinds of behaviours. After high school, she started working at the garage of her father for a few years until his passing, which led her to inherit her father's garage.

Despite endless relationships, the most consistent part of her life became her work and a sailboat she bought. She gradually repaired the boat for years until it became a piece of art. It is one of the few places where she can spend peaceful time alone.

Everyone she grew up with tried to escape to the big cities sooner or later, but not Sam. She was always looking for a real home and the romantic story she still hoped for.

Samantha bought herself a home only three years ago and not long after started a solid relationship with an upcoming model named Lia, she and her don't live together. The relationship has no shortage of issues, but despite all of its problems, it is still more meaningful than spending her life jumping from one girl to the next.

Today, Sam feel stagnated, she has the things she sought after, but something is missing. She just can't figure out what... for some reason there is an ingredient missing to the recipee of life.

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𝗯𝗶𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝘆 - 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 - 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿

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[steviefitzgerald]

B A S I C S

Full Name: Stevie Fitzgerald Faceclaim: Margaret Qualley Pronouns/Gender: she/they, nonbinary Age & Birthday: 30 & nov 28 Birth Place: New Bellevoux, Louisiana How long have they been in town?: 30 years ( On and Off ) Living Situation : Lafayette Hills; just upgraded from Macon Park Occupation: Tattoo Artist @ Wicked Tattoos

BIOGRAPHY:

Stevie grew up in Macon Park and up until recently, she was sure she’d die there.

Ok, that’s a lie. There was a time she thought otherwise. She wanted nothing more than to skip out of the trailer in Shady Grove the moment she finished high school. Maybe their brother didn’t make it out like he was supposed to, instead sticking around out of nostalgia or some silly duty to see them grow up, but they weren’t him.

Their childhood wasn’t his and theirs wasn’t…it wasn’t always great. Their mother held them tight. Too tight in their opinion. And so did Jason. Sure they let them spend their single digit years loose on Little Bear Creek Trail, the mason park docs, really anywhere their feet could take them, once she hit her double years, things changed.

Maybe that was due to the whispers. The idea that their father, Jason’s father, was not their own. That their mother liked to get around. That she was trash and that despite his once potential so was their brother. You know, the same old cliche small town bs. Or maybe it was the fights. Because adults are mean but kids? So much worse. And Stevie never stood for it. She’d lunge, she’d bleed, and occasionally black out for it. 

Their mother never sided with her over it though. Stevie was the problem, not the little jerks of New Bellevoux Elementary or Middle. Jason took care of them though. Was he disappointed? Sure. But he was there. Always always there to make them feel more than just another problem in their mother’s long list. 

It helped and so did his prodding for them to turn their attention away from the jerks and toward their passions. Art. Music. Writing. She did a little bit of everything, always carrying a pen or a pencil behind her ear. She was good. Excuse me, is good, cause that was their ticket out of New Bellevoux. An art school way way way away from NB. 

Or it would have been if not for a certain rendezvous with a certain Tommy Duvall. They were friends. Really good friends despite the distaste he left in their mother’s mouth. And Jason’s too. But he was one of the few kids at the time that saw them for them and she wasn’t telling him to kick rocks for the reason everyone else told them to. And they were just having some fun. Partaking in some things they weren’t supposed to, in a place they weren’t supposed to and well– they were 18 and she…she was pretty sure she was a lesbian at that point. Guys were….eh, at best. But with their lack of judgment and their comfortability with Tommy? One thing led to another and…just once. Just to see.

Five weeks later, it was confirmed. She was pregnant and their world imploded.

Chaos ensued, not just in the normal way of like, oh yeah, your future is screwed, but the level in which their family reacted? Stevie expected it from their mother. The surprise came from Jason who had supported them in everything so steadfast up until this point. It was a big blow out, one that sent him to the nearest bar and them packing as just a few words from him made everything she ever knew to be true about their life unravel.

Those words? All this work and you still made the same stupid mistake I did– or something like that. She doesn’t quite remember. Only that next came the questions. He’d gotten someone pregnant? Who? When? Then his shut down, their attempt to leave, his attempt to control and their usual scoff. The usual roll of the eyes and the ok *dad* – something that was met with more fire than she had ever experienced and then…the click.

It all began to click into place. Jason. Their over involved, over protective, throw all his dreams away to stay here with them brother? Not their brother at all. It didn’t take long to prove it. A confrontation with their ‘mother’ settled it and Stevie was on their way out the door.

Being eighteen, there was nothing to keep them from it though looking back on it, being pregnant made it extra dumb. But so much was crumbling in so many directions. 

It didn’t take long for them to come back. A few months. She didn’t say much and neither did they. She got a job, finally told Tommy– honestly everything leading up to Hayes’ birth and even a few months, maybe even years is a blur. 

In that time she took off again. Going here and there, but never staying gone too long. Working this job and that job till she grew tired of it. Never really feeling settled or stable but putting in what work she felt she ‘had’ to take care of Hayes. Tommy wasn’t around much either, instead his parents helped out and of course Jason. But the latter was still just…strained.

It wasn’t until Hayes was about five that things began to shift. Why then? She couldn’t tell you. Just that she was tired. Tired of just…existing. Not in *that* way, but in the sense of doing the bare minimum in every part of life. It started with him– wanting to be better for him and then slowly for herself.

It wasn’t easy by any means. It still isn’t but in the last few years, things have been steady. Three years ago she stopped job hopping and started to apprentice at Wicked Tattoos. It had started as kind of a joke, them wanting to be a tattoo artist. She’d bought a tattoo gun at one of those treasure hunt blind box events and wanted to learn to use it. Turned out, she really enjoyed it and it spiraled into something serious. Just last year she graduated to a full time artist.

And all the pennies she’s been squirreling away for the last several years? She used to buy a fixer upper in Lafayette Hills. A place she’ll share with Hayes more often than not as Tommy has finally gotten his shit together too. They co-parent to the best of their abilities and yeah– things aren’t perfect. Not with him. Or Hayes. Or Jason. But they’re better and will be better. A bit at a time.