#opalslineage

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𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 . . . 𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒑 𝒍𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒐 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒔.

𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜. 

[ambvrs]

𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓  ?

      ➤     class  of  𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟐  .

      ➤     𝑨  for  𝑨𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹  .

      ➤     access  clearance  :  𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃  .

                                                          𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑼𝑳𝑻𝑺  𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫  !

          𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑵  𝑫𝑬  𝑽𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺  !

➤     𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞  𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭  𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬     /     availability  :  public  .

name  :     lincoln  thomas  de  vries  .

nicknames  /  known  aliases  :     link  .

date  of  birth  :     july  21st,  1980   (  forty  )  .

gender  /  pronouns  :  cis  man  /  he  &  him  .

orientation  :     heterosexual  /  heteromantic  .

place  of  birth  :     the  hague,  the  netherlands  .

major  :     criminology  &  modern  languages   (  french  &  spanish  )  .

year  of  graduation  :     2002  .

face  claim  :     jake  gyllenhaal  .

➤     𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐥  𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲  𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬     /     availability  :  classified  .

lineage  :     amber  .

status  :     former  diadem  .

predecessor  :     beatrice  kim  .

successor  :  amberly  grant  .

current  residence  :     oxford,  london  .

occupation  :     criminology  professor  at  the  university  of  oxford,  part  -  time  translator  .

languages  spoken  :     dutch,  english,  french,  spanish,  italian  .

marital  status  :     married  to  annette  porter  .

children  :     levi  de  vries   (  son,  15  ),  norah  de  vries   (  daughter,  8  )  .

known  relatives  :     daan  de  vries   (  father  ),  mila  van  der  berg   (  mother  ),  lucas  de  vries   (  twin  brother  )  .

➤     𝐚  𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟  𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲     /     availability  :  subjective  .

          one  half  of  a  perfect  pair,  at  least  that’s  what  his  parents  always  told  him.  and  it  was  true,  of  course,  identical  to  his  brother  down  to  the  way  his  brow  furrowed  in  stubborn  defiance,  but  mirrored  in  the  way  dimpled  smile  presented  on  opposite  cheeks.  inseparable  in  nearly  every  way,  the  de  vries  twins  were  more  mischief  than  they  were  order,  and  it  wasn’t  uncommon  for  them  to  switch  places  in  any  given  situation,  especially  well  into  secondary  school.  often,  you  could  find  either  of  them  in  a  dean’s  office  amidst  accusations  of  switching  places  (  parent  trap,  anyone  ?  )  for  a  test  or  a  lesson  the  other  was  not  particularly  fond  of.  but  for  all  that,  lincoln  de  vries  was  a  brilliant  boy,  always  so  keen  on  the  finer  details  that  made  the  world  go  round.  why  did  certain  things  happen  the  way  they  did  ?  why  did  people  do  them  ?  that  was  always  the  question,  wasn’t  it  ?

          strathmore  was  in  his  sights  from  the  very  moment  he  settled  on  an  interest.  it  didn’t  matter  which  one  at  the  time,  no,  but  their  prestige  and  curriculum  simply  couldn’t  be  beat.  his  brother  had  different  reasons  for  attending,  of  course,  a  spot  secured  on  the  lacrosse  team,  but  as  with  most  things,  they  were  never  really  inseparable.  lincoln  found  passion  in  dissecting  a  criminal’s  mind,  the  in’s  and  out’s  of  who  committed  crimes  ?  why  ?  how  do  they  affect  us  ?  and  oh,  how  he  excelled  in  it,  eyes  so  keen  that  he  had  deduced  a  likely  culprit  for  a  string  of  deaths  in  north  wales  all  by  the  winter  holiday  of  his  first  year.  his  academic  prowess  earned  miss  beatrice  kim’s  interest,  a  french  major  that  he  crossed  paths  with  on  more  than  one  occasion.  hours  pouring  over  every  possible  source  of  information  at  his  fingertips,  notebooks  filled  with  a  tangled  collection  of  half  -  legible,  half  -  chicken  scratch  observations.  incomprehensible  to  anyone  but  him.  the  rush  that  comes  from  success  only  drives  him  further,  and  after  winter  finals,  he  added  a  linguistic  -  based  major,  a  focus  on  the  french  and  spanish  languages.  as  if  breaking  down  criminals  in  one  language  wasn’t  hard  enough.

         the  invitation  from  the  society  came  as  a  surprise,  certainly,  but  he  embraced  it  with  open  arms  (  really,  did  he  know  how  to  do  anything  else  ?  )  and  found  himself  enraptured  by  every  detail  of  the  society  he  could  pull  from  beatrice  and  their  diadem.  it  wasn’t  uncommon  for  him  to  hide  himself  away  in  manor  library,  shifting  through  notes  taken  in  the  brief  hundred  years  since  its  creation.  a  history  so  rich  that  it  didn’t  deserve  to  be  tucked  away,  but  he  does,  in  every  corner  of  his  thoughts  that  he  could  manage.  his  year  of  instruction  passes  all  too  quickly,  but  it’s  no  surprise  that  he  finds  himself  diadem  going  into  his  third  year.  a  whole  society  seeking  guidance  from  him.  a  responsibility  he  bears  with  the  greatest  of  honors  and,  in  light  of  the  outburst,  perhaps  it  is  a  good  thing  he  keeps  the  society  tucked  so  closely  to  his  chest.  it  is  rocky,  but  the  society  bounces  back  well  enough.  it  always  seemed  to.  amberly  thrives  under  his  wing,  similar  in  their  stubbornness,  in  their  unwavering  search  for  knowledge.  for  answers.  a  trait  clearly  shared  between  opal  and  prodigy,  each  pairing  before  his  and  each  one  to  follow.  oh,  how  knowledge  is  power.

          though  he  leaves  strathmore,  his  plight  through  education  doesn’t  end  as  abruptly,  for  he  spends  the  next  several  years  obtaining  a  handful  more  degrees,  amidst  being  a  teaching  assistant  at  the  university  of  oxford.  he  married  in  this  time,  had  a  child,  and  began  a  career  as  a  criminology  professor  within  the  school.  an  unwavering  interest,  no  matter  how  many  years  pass.  occasionally,  he  teaches  a  language  class,  tutors  struggling  students,  spends  long  hours  pouring  over  countless  papers.  though  his  contact  with  the  society  has  dwindled  greatly  (  truly,  there  are  few  he  would  even  consider  reaching  out  to  &  who  could  blame  him,  with  the  danger  that  seems  to  lurk  ‘round  ever  corner  ?  ),  he  monitors  them  and  his  lineage  closely.  always  a  background  figure,  another  note  to  be  taken  in  a  journal  locked  safely  away,  never  one  to  interfere  unless  absolutely  necessary.  even  still,  he  attends  annual  functions,  contributes  large  sums  of  money  (  anonymously,  lest  they  track  him  down  right  under  their  very  noses  ),  exchanges  letters  and  phones  calls  with  friends  far  and  wide  that  have  long  -  since  fell  off  the  society’s  radar.  but  that’s  the  thing,  isn’t  it  ?  at  some  point  you  stop  being  a  part  of  the  society  and  the  society  starts  being  a  part  of  you.  and  when  he  wears  his  pin,  just  inside  his  coat  pocket  every  day  that  he  stands  in  front  of  a  classroom  of  students,  he  knows  that  that  will  always  be  the  case.

      𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐃  :  𝑺𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵  𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑫  .

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introducing . . .  𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐒 !!!

an acting and performing major . the first trans woman in the opal society ( and therefore , the first trans ruby ) .  a chameleon . 2 - time oscar award winner , and 5 - times nominated . a 3 - time emmy award nominee . an icon . an activist . a lgbtqia + legend . the first of many . a paver of paths .

   notable filmography includes: disclosure , diary entries , the queens throne , where she stood , the jasmine ramos story .

     𝙹𝙰𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝚁𝙰𝙼𝙾𝚂 was raised by two self proclaimed ‘ psychics ‘ . mr marcus and antonio ramos . the pair were performers from birth , and met whilst in the travelling circus together . they were elaborate and loud , and fun at any party .  card tricks . tarot readings . ‘ magic ‘ and illusions . the pair knew how to put on a show better than anyone . they knew how to trick a crowd and enchant people of any nature . they were boisterous and ridiculous , but they were also enigmatic and beloved . when they adopted jasmine . . they knew they’d love her larger than they even loved each other .

     𝙹𝙰𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙰 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙺𝙴𝚁 . just like her fathers , she was raised with a sneaky grin that even the cheshire cat would be jealous of . she was loud and unashamed . she was the girl that people walked over and cooed at , pinching her cheeks because jasmine just had that something . that pull .  that energy . she could win over even the coldest of hearts  - charm was synonymous with the ramos name , after all .

     𝙱𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙰 𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙽𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚁 , her father’s had opened up their very own  ‘ mystic ‘ shop . they held tarot readings in the backroom , over crystal balls . they wore expensive silks draped over their heads , and deepened their voices dramatically as they told people just what they claimed to see for their futures . marcus and antonio drew people in . although some claimed their tarot readings to be 100% accurate and correct , most people simply came just to see the magic of the ramos family  : warm , familiar , inviting . everybody was a friend to them . they were alluring . sensational . captivating . above all : loving .

     𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 was fun for jasmine . her father’s were impressed by how easily she picked it up . ( ‘ ah yes , it appears the hanged man has chosen you . a card from the major arcana . . this is very important . the major arcana are some of the most spiritually evolutional cards that can choose a person . could it be that you sacrifice too much ? that you don’t give enough time to yourself ? this card could indicate you need to spend more time on yourself . caring , trusting and loving . . ‘ ) jasmine was a natural with the theatrics . she learned from the best after all . she enjoyed the feeling of the tarot cards in her hands , shuffling them and laying them out for people to touch and choose . she enjoyed the way people’s eyes lit up at certain things she said - the way they approved and hummed along , deep in thought . that was her first taste of performing , and it was a rush like nothing else .

    𝙵𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂’ 𝙵𝙾𝙾𝚃𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙿𝚂  jasmine was extroverted and excellent . she owned every room she stepped into , effortlessly . jasmine realised she had a passion for performing , and being somebody else . she wanted it to be her life . and when she set her eyes on something . . nothing was going to get in her way . no other subject at school quite held her attention like drama did . she was pulled in , and sunk her teeth , drinking every textbook and class dry . soaking it up like a sponge .  when it came to the stage ( and then later , the screen ) , she was able to draw in even the most lacklustre unenthused audiences . not a lot of people have ‘ it ‘ , but jasmine had ‘ it ‘ without even trying . she made it look effortless . akin to how normal people simply breathe in and out . acting became jasmine’s life  - and she was phenomenal at it .

   𝙰 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙳𝚄𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝙰𝙲𝙱𝙴𝚃𝙷 was what shot jasmine into being seen by strathmore university ( and the opal society ) . jasmine’s lady macbeth was spoken about for weeks after the final play ended . it was scribbled in the local news , and then reached national papers . who was this girl who held such talent ? where had she come from ? age 17 and jasmine was gaining more experience with acting then some actors got before they were 40 . she was in production after production , agents buzzing in her ear , asking to represent her . then it was small commercials and advertisements . jasmine was already a small c - lister star by the time she began her studies at strathmore university . the prestigious school has an elaborate acting and performing program that jasmine found herself falling in love with . it was another stepping stone for her , but more than that . . she learnt invaluable things . she was good , but strathmore made her great .

   𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙿𝙰𝙻 𝚂𝙾𝙲𝙸𝙴𝚃𝚈 surprised her . she was used to being sought after , by that point , but being approached to join a secret underground society ? jasmine wasn’t sure if she needed them , or they needed her . but she couldn’t ( and wouldn’t ) say no . the people she met there became her second family . they were her home away from home . she fell in love with every single one of them ( and even ended up marrying one of them ) . she trusted them with everything she had inside of her . they remained in her life long after strathmore , and right into seeing her shoot to stardom .

   𝙸𝙲𝙾𝙽 . 𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙱𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚈 . 𝙹𝙰𝚆𝙳𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶 . ‘ 𝙰 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝚂𝙴𝙴 ‘. after graduating from strathmore , jasmine only went higher and higher . she was single-minded and determined , and she paved the way like nobody else did . she never took no for an answer . she demanded things that nobody dared demand before . she was confident . she was special . she was unique . she was talented .  people raved over her , and for good reason . she went into every audition with the belief she’d get the part - and more than often , she did . she owned red carpets , and delivered thank - you speech after thank - you speech . her name became synonymous with hollywood . she was suddenly a household name to everyone , and inescapable from the television or movie theatres . she worked hard , and consistently . she hardly let herself rest  or take time off . she thrived under the pressure , and with the attention . this was her world , and everyone else was simply guests invited in .

      𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙻𝚈, at 40 years of age , jasmine resides in atherton , california . she lives in a mansion by the seaside with her husband , and two dogs . she’s working on the tv adaptation of a little life ( which is already getting emmy buzz ) , and is trying her hand at script - writing and directing . she owns ‘ ramos productions’  company which is dedicated to casting and hiring 60% gender diverse people . she signs every scrunched up napkin , every sweaty arm , and always stops for photographs with her fans . she hosts elaborate dinner parties at her place , sometimes with her fellow opals , or with other a- listers . she spends her free time lounging in ruby red lingerie , sipping red wine , and eating red grapes .  she thanks strathmore university , her parents , and the lgbtqia + community in every speech she has . she always wears a piece of jewellery that has a ruby inserted in it . she owns over 30 kinds of tarot cards , and still brings them out to read people’s supposed ‘ futures ‘ after drinking approximately 3 glasses of wine . she talks grandly and gesticulates with her whole body . she will always greet guests at the top of her staircase so they can watch her descend down them . jasmine’s never stopped performing for even one second since .

                                  𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 .  𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 .

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𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚘𝚙𝚊𝚕  𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢  𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜  - - - -  

                                𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄  :  𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀  𝐋𝐈𝐔

name  :  cordelia  liu major  :  art  history  and  economics year  of  graduation  :  2004 lineage  :  diamond position :  diadem career  :  art  collector  and  dealer,  gallery  owner

                                                     BIOGRAPHY 

     heiress  to  a  shipping  conglomerate,  there  was  little  that  cordelia  longed  for  through  her  youth,  in  terms  of  the  material.  however,  in  terms  of  affection,  her  life  was  sincerely  lacking.  she  grew  up  in  the  care  of  nannies  and  au  pairs  and  the  finest  boarding  schools  that  england  had  to  offer,  rarely  spending  time  at  home  once  she  entered  adolescence.  cordelia  is  the  oldest  of  five  sisters,  she  was  meant  to  lead  by  example  ---  but  nothing  that  she  did  was  ever  quite  good  enough  for  her  father  who  wished  with  all  his  heart  for  a  son.  with  the  lack  of  a  male  heir,  cordelia  was  meant  to  be  the  one  to  take  over  the  liu  empire  someday.  she  had  a  mind  for  the  business  and  could  clearly  help  it  grow,  but  it  was  never  her  passion. 

   wanting  for  nothing  meant  that  cordelia  grew  up  surrounded  by  the  finest  things  life  had  to  offer,  and  those  who  surrounded  her  seemed  to  act  if  they  were  nothing,  but  she  always  found  herself  appreciating  and  admiring  ---  especially  when  it  came  to  art.  she  didn’t  have  a  talent  for  it  herself,  she  wasn’t  interested  in  it  in  that  way.  but  oh,  she  had  an  eye  for  it’s  beauty  and  a  passion  for  studying  it’s  history.  it’s  why,  upon  her  enrollment  to  strathmore  (  a  legacy  student,  naturally  ),  she  took  on  a  double  major  in  economics,  to  please  her  father,  and  art  history,  to  please  her  soul.  

    although  cordelia  was  hardly  the  first  of  her  name  to  attend  strathmore,  she  was  the  first  to  catch  the  attention  of  the  opal  society.  her  father  had  been  considered  during  his  time  at  strathmore  as  a  member  of  the  amber  lineage,  but  did  not  quite  make  the  cut.  but  cordelia  was  a  clear  choice  for  the  diamond  lineage.  under  her  opal’s  tutelage  she  thrived.  she  also  bonded  well  with  her  circlet.  having  grown  up  as  the  oldest  of  five  siblings, as  well  as  thriving  in  her  boarding  school  environments,  she  was  an  expert  in  dealing  with  others.  although  she  was  a  bit  sharper  than  most,  a  bit  less  warm,  during  instruction  she  managed  to  foster  a  closeness  between  her  circlet.  it  was  to  no  one’s  surprise  that  they  elected  her  their  de  facto  leader.  being  elected  as  diadem  is  still  the  greatest  honor  she’s  been  bestowed.  

    after  graduation,  cordelia  shocked  her  family  when  she  didn’t  go  straight  into  working  for  her  father.  instead,  she  took  a  year  to  travel  the  globe,  meeting  up  with  members  of  her  circlet  and  other  opal  alumni  along  the  way.  she  took  advantage  of  the  ridiculously  powerful  network  she  had  at  her  fingertips  to  build  a  name  for  herself  in  the  art  community.  first,  she  was  awarded  a  coveted  position  with  the  louvre,  and  while  she  enjoyed  existing  amongst  all  those  timeless  masterpieces,  her  intention  had  always  been  to  start  her  own  collection.  again,  with  some  opal  help,  she  began  her  collection  and  began  to  deal  art  herself,  eventually  setting  up  her  own  gallery  back  in  london,  that  caters  to  the  most  exclusive  of  clientele.  

     cordelia  is  married  to  julien  ansel,  an  artist  she  met  during  her  time  in  paris.  together,  they  have  two  children.  they  currently  split  their  time  between  their  london  townhouse  and  a  chateau  inherited  from  julien’s  family  in  the  french  countryside.  

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          𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

full name: katherine ‘kaia’ calthorpe ii 

major: international relations

occupation: humanitarian affairs officer, united nations 

lineage: aquamarine

face claim: maika monroe

about kaia . 

( death tw ) a darling girl of eight years and six months. dressed in a sleek black dress with pink ribbons tied haphazardly in her hair by someone whose hand looked inexperienced in doing so. that’s how she’s remembered on easily what is the worst day of her life. gripping tightly to her father’s hand as if easing her grip would make him disappear, too. maybe it’s the clamminess of her palm, but she could swear she felt him hold on a little tighter. lady katherine calthorpe the first, her mother, had been goodness incarnate. bigger than life itself, with stories of how kaia could not say her own name as a toddler and gave herself a new one instead. how, when katherine was younger, she had managed to woo kaia’s cellist father into going on a date with her in twelve presents - one for each of the days of christmas. stubborn, bold, and true to herself, her mother still refused to wed him. so, standing in the garden of their stately home, hand clasped tightly with her father’s, kaia came to inherit everything. 

there’s bad in the world. time teaches her that even the sweetest of condolences can quickly fade into bitter arguments. one doesn’t have to raise their voice to do so, either. maliciousness can come in the form of a smile that never quite meets the eyes, delivered with a voice that never wavers. the 5000 acre estate that she’s called home, with its lush gardens and the apple orchard where she picked fruit with her mother on lazy summer afternoons, embroiled in a battle between great-aunts and uncles that she’d only met at the funeral. ‘did you know i was responsible for suggesting the building of the annex?’, says great-aunt once removed, allegra, as kaia watches blank-faced. ‘we were always good to katherine, araminta and i gave her board while she was at strathmore’, says great-uncle reginald upon his return from his sociological research of the lesser antilles (rumour is that he’s gone bankrupt in a poker game gone wrong). and the gifts! the gifts arrive in throes, sitting in the lobby in plush wrapping that feels a shame to pry apart with her pudgy fingertips. (even when her father requests her not to open them). all manner of things; a teddybear, a necklace, a pair of shoes that she can’t pronounce the designer of. all to take advantage of an eight year old girl’s naivety and her father’s inability to understand what was going on. yes, there’s bad in the world. but calthorpe girls are nothing but creative in finding solutions to their problems. 

as she grows older, she learns to make the most of the good when she can find it. sometimes it requires patience, like a treasure hunt into the human psyche, drawn out from someone over time with a guiding hand that she’s all to willing to offer. sometimes it requires creating it herself, leaving her classmates notes under their pillows to remind them of all their positive traits when she’s away at boarding school as a teenager. voice like honey when she convinces the girls to buy in tea and crumpets for the groundskeeper on days off instead of going shopping in the local village because she’s noticed how lonely he looks. kaia knows just what it’s like to feel broken, so she finds herself working just as hard to ensure nobody else feels the same. 

strathmore becomes a dream more so than a goal. a want to understand her mother better, to see the place where her mother would fall in love twice a day with her classmates, to see the books in the east library that she spent hours talking about in person. and when she fulfills her dream and it doesn’t quite match up... as she arrives in the pouring rain from a taxi without an umbrella and her suitcase gets saturated through, that seems alright. when she moves into her dorm and her roommate refuses to talk to her apart from calling her ‘that posh bird’ in passing, kaia gets a kick out of that, too. nothing but a little bump in the strathmore road. after all, a few bad days did not mean a bad life. her mother knew that best. 

eliot and kaia . 

she’d always suggested that she would only have to look at her successor once to know they were the right fit. she just didn’t expect him to be visiting her house when they first met. her father had hired an artist to paint them a family portrait, raving about the work he’d seen at some art show when he’d picked her up for summer break. in typical kaia fashion, she’d smiled and went along with it. 

she’ll often say that warm honey-coloured eyes met warm blue and sure enough, she knew. that he was her baby aqua. eliot’s a little quieter than her. but that’s okay, she’s not one to judge. she’s an only child, she knows quietness better than anyone. it takes time to draw him out of his shell, too. so much so that she feels a little like she’s playing a game of cat and mouse when she tries to get him to talk to her after sitting for him. a little too like when she would wait up for santa claus as she leaves an offering of marshmallow cakes in the parlour to lay in wait before he takes one. but when he does, she’s elated. biting back her inner excitement as they have a mild conversation about her horses. 

it doesn’t take long after his acceptance to join the society for them to become thick as thieves. as if she’d secretly been looking for a partner in mild-mannered do-gooding all her life and just so happened to stumble upon the perfect victim in him. she dared him to venture outside of his comfort zone by taking him on a surprise weekend getaway to the cotswalds because life’s best moment’s happen when we’re not expecting them to, eliot. there’s beauty in the improbable. he dared her to reflect more on her experiences, to see more of the good even when she thought it was impossible. they balance each other out somewhere along the line. and sometimes, she’ll still call with an excuse of needing a reminder of a certain artist whose name she already knows, just so they can talk. 

kaia and her circlet . 

she trades the pink ribbons in her hair to light blue during her time in the opals. her circlet are like her new and improved extended family. kaia was always the insistence to take her fellow opals out dancing to cheer them up, the offering of a light to the end of a cigarette when their nerves were too rattled to light their own, and a gentle hand to reach out and clasp at a wrist when she could sense they were feeling a little too heated. if nothing more than just to remind you that she’s there for you. no matter what, no strings attached. growing up around terrible people has instilled in her a need to calm others down. exemplified best by the gentle lull of a hymn spilling from her mouth at the manor dining table when an argument would break out, be it about serious societal matters or a general political debate. all because quiet voices should be used indoors, darling. if you must talk like children, i will sing you a lullaby. no scathing remark to be found on her lips before she would laugh once again, because although she has a terrible biological family, there is something to be said about the one she inherits at university. a warm fuzzy feeling associated when she hears any of their names, even now. she’s exactly 632 miles away from surrey now in geneva, stationed at the united nations in a want to spread good, and she still knows her heart would leap in her chest if one of them were to call her. that all it would take is the mention that one of them needs her help and she would be ready to make plans in an instant to help. it’s love for them. she knows it’s love. 

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          𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝙾𝙿𝙰𝙻  𝚂𝙾𝙲𝙸𝙴𝚃𝚈  𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂  .  .  .

                                          𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝚄𝙴  ?                                                  𝚈  /  𝙽

ACCESSING  FILE   .   .   .   OPAL STATS

name  :  ingrid  wén

gender  /  pronouns   :   cis  woman   /   she&her

age   :   fifty -  one  year  old

hometown   :   barnet,   london,   england

current  whereabouts   :   unknown

year  of  graduation  :  1991

major  :  neuroscience  and  global  studies

lineage  :  onyx

marital  status  :  single

orientation   :   homosexual,   homoromantic.

occupation  :  field  agent,   secret  intelligence  service   (   mi6   )

face  claim   :   lucy  liu

ACCESSING  FILE   .   .   .   BIOGRAPHY

          long  before  her  time  in  the  secret  intelligence  service,   ingrid  considered  her  background  classified.   it’s  not  as  though  she’s  ashamed  of  her  past  or  suffered  some  sort  of  unspeakable  tragedy  one  might  refuse  to  talk  about.   she  simply  prefers  to  keep  the  important  things  private,   and  her  family  is  no  expection.   the  daughter  of  two  first - generation  chinese  immigrants,   ingrid  grew  up  in  northern  london  in  a  loving,   working - class  household.   her  parents  were  older  than  most  of  her  peers’,   having  had  her  later  in  life,   but  other  than  that,   her  childhood  was  relatively  ordinary    —   if  not  a  little  boring.

          from  the  very  start,   ingrid  was  the  type  to  reach  for  the  highest  rung.   if  she  wanted  gymnastics  lessons,   she  would  spend  her  evenings  scrubbing  floor  mats  to  afford  them.   if  she  wanted  a  brand - new  bicycle,   she’d  sit  her  parents  down  and  deliver  a  well - mannered  presentation  as  to  its  mutual  usefulness.   and  when  she  set  her  sights  on  a  university  far  outside  their  financial  means   —   she  made  it  happen.   her  first  year  at  strathmore  was  strictly  business,   what  with  the  ambitious  double  major  she’d  declared   (   what  ingrid  desires,   ingrid  achieves   ),   and  her  academic  prowess  and  tight - lipped  demeanor  caught  the  eye  of  her  predecessor.   the  opal  society  wasn’t  something  she  even  knew  she  wanted  until  it  was  dangled  like  a  carrot  before  her  eyes     —   perhaps  that  was  the  appeal.

          circlet  bonding  didn't  exactly  come  easy  to  ingrid.   her  fellow  prodigies  came  from  such  starkly  different  backgrounds  to  her  own.   they  were  rambunctious,   entitled  from  years  of  pampering  and  silver  spoons   —   known  to  speak  ten  words  when  a  meager  two  would  suffice.   in  her  most  jaded  moments,   she  thought  it  might  be  the  onyx  curse  to  always  be  on  the  outside  looking  in,   an  eagle - eyed  observer  perched  high  among  the  flock.   that’s  not  to  say  it  was  all  bad.   it  was  during  the  instruction  period  that  ingrid  felt  the  most  challenged,   expertly  conquering  each  insurmountable  task  thrown  her  way.   in  the  meantime,   she  began  to  collect,   learning  to  wield  the  power  of  deduction  to  her  advantage.   she  absorbed  secrets  like  a  sponge  and  stored  her  rolodex  of  findings  in  the  safest  place  she  knew   —   her  mind.

          soon  enough,   the  previous  circlet  had  graduated  and  she  was  moving  her  designer  luggage   (   a  hush - gift  from  a  certain  professor  she  happened  to  have  dirt  on   )   into  the  manor,   occupying  the  bedroom  she’d  rightfully  earned  the  year  before.   her  circlet  became  her  surrogate  family,   though  you’d  have  to  pin  her  down  and  torture  the  words  out  of  her  before  she’d  readily  admit  it.   despite  the  tenderness  she’d  developed  for  them  during  instruction,   she  continued  to  keep  them  at  an  arm’s  length,   but  she  was  always  watching   —   a  silent  protector,   ready  to  leap  into  action  at  a  moment’s  notice.   instead  of  feeling  morose  over  the  distance  she’d  placed  between  herself  and  the  rest  of  the  world,   it  made  her  feel  powerful.   omnipotence  fit  ingrid  like  a  glove,   and  she  took  pride  in  confidently  knowing  that  whatever  mess  her  circlet  had  gotten  themselves  into,   she’d  be  able  to  get  them  out.

          fresh  out  of  university,   ingrid  already  had  a  job  lined  up  at  a  premiere  research  hospital  in  zurich,   but  all  that  changed  when  she  was  approached  at  graduation  by  a  recruiter  for  mi6.   the  secret  intelligence  service  had  been  scouting  her  for  a  while  now  and  extended  an  invitation  to  join  their  ranks,   but  ingrid  had  had  her  fill  of  top - secret  organizations for  a  while.   she  politely  turned  them  down  and  went  on  her  way,   but  it  didn’t  last  long.   she’s  always  felt  most  at  home  in  the  shadows  and  the  harsh  fluorescents  of  the  lab  made  her  feel  all  too  exposed,   so  the  next  time  SIS  sent  a  recruiter  her  way,   she  up  and  joined  their  ranks.

          nearly  thirty  years  later,    ingrid  continues  to  live  and  breathe  secret - keeping.   she’s  made  herself  indispensable  to  the  service  and  is  one  of  their  most  reputable  agents,   well - known  for  her  quiet  intensity  and  ability  to  get  the  job  done,   no  questions  asked.   with  a  wealth  of  resources  and  connections  at  her  fingertips  from  her  employ  and  time  in  the  society,   she’s  not  above  playing  dirty  and  using  leverage  to  optimize  her  chances  of  success.   when  it  comes  to  her  personal  life,   ingrid  is  fifty - one  years  old  and  happily  single,   most  at  ease  with  the  company  of  herself,   her  work,   and  her  russian  blue  cat,   mikhail.   while  she  doesn’t  keep  in  touch  with  her  circlet  in  the  traditional  sense   (   the  discreet  nature  of  her  career  path  doesn’t  allow  for  social  media,   not  that  she  ever  saw  the  appeal   ),   they  know  that  if  they  ever  truly  need  her,   she’ll  be  there.