#peakyblindersroleplay

[opheliaesmeelancaster]

RENEWED RP CALL!!

Bring me all of your Peaky muses! Please be over eighteen if you interact. RP will be over Discord because I’m more active there these days!

[opheliaesmeelancaster]

The Black Swan

@alreadybrcken

Serene. That wasn’t a word typically associated with London. It was a hive of activity, of smoke and trouble some might have said. Either way, you never quite got used to it being quiet, something that almost every club near the theatre was on a weekday evening. That was what Ophelia always liked about it.- the silence after the hustle and bustle of a show, the applause of an audience, the music, the people, and now she could finally feel like it was just her, surrounded by gold decor and leather interiors. As soon as she made her way into the club, she made a beeline for the bar, taking a seat, setting her fur coat down on the bar beside her, along with her bag, and ordering a whiskey- neat. Her feet ached, and she wished for nothing more than a warm bath and soft sheets, something that would come as soon as she’d finished her drink. After all, she wanted to make sure she wasn’t intruding in Ada’s personal life too much, even if she did have a large enough house to accommodate a guest. —————Glancing up, the young woman caught the reflection of herself in one of the large mirrors that hung behind the bar. She studied herself for a moment or so, the trace of white makeup left by her jaw, the staple red lipstick that she always wore covering her lips (and now having left a stain on the side of the fine crystal glass that had been placed in front of her), and the remainder of the dark eye makeup she’d worn for the show. She reached up, allowing delicate fingers to find the pins that held her hair up, letting it down to fall in tousled strands of dark brown; almost black. She didn’t look up when she heard footsteps, nor when she heard someone speak, she was too caught in her own head to truly care about what was going on around her, only raising an eyebrow when yet another whiskey was placed in front of her by the bartender and she found her gaze shifting to see the figure now stood at the bar beside where she sat. “I can buy my own drinks—“ she clarified with a raised eyebrow, but she pulled the glass closer to herself regardless, almost like she was staking her claim to the crystal glass of amber liquid.

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Rp!

So I have so much muse since the new season came out, so please if anyone wants to have a Peaky Blinders RP, you can find me here, or discord or kik!

Discord- OpheliaEsmeeLancaster#9922

Kik- OpheliaELancaster

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Business.

@theblinderboy

London was a difficult place for anyone to make a go of things. Sure, it was full of opportunity but only if you knew the right people- if you paid the right people, something that most didn’t really even think about. She wasn’t from London- a couple of miles outside of, to be exact, which gave her some significant leverage when it came to standing her own ground. It wasn’t like she had wanted this way of life, it had just happened and well...it wasn’t exactly working out too badly for her now was it? She had everything that she could ever wish for and yet she still wanted more- she wanted as much as she could and she was determined to work for it. She had a lot of things working for her- she was a woman, which in turn meant that she was more often than not underestimated which, ironically, gave her the upper hand. “Is there a reason that you called me in early?” The dark haired woman rose an eyebrow, making her way through the long hallway toward her office, walking alongside the man she trusted with....most business. “I don’t have any meetings today. I was going to London to have some time to myself so this better be good” she remarked simply, shaking her head as she removed her coat and hat, sitting in her chair and pouring herself a drink “well? Are you going to stand there and stumble over your words or are you going to tell me why I’m sat here at this time on a Friday morning?”. She crossed one leg over the other before she reached for her cigarette, taking a long drag from it and watching as the smoke swirled in patterns around the room “ah, Mr Shelby” she greeted, raising an eyebrow and looking toward him “whatever can I help you with?” She remarked, reaching to pour him a glass of whiskey.

[opheliaesmeelancaster]

London

@vechnyzhid

London. It was far different from Small Heath- far different from where the young woman had grown up, and perhaps it was that very fact that had led to her remaining there, or perhaps it was just because she didn't know how else to live after having been there for so long. She had remained in contact with the people who had become her adopted family of sorts- she wrote to Polly frequently- she wrote to the boys too but their responses tended to be a quick visit to London for a meeting or whatever else. By this point, she had grown accustomed to the way that London worked- where to go without feeling like she was putting herself at risk and that evening was no different.

The bright lights of London drew in many people- most of those interested in the clubs, the drinks and the fashion- and well...perhaps Ophelia was no different. She made her way up the carpeted steps toward one of her favourite clubs. Of course she had had lecture after lecture from both Polly and Tommy about not going to certain places and she tended to stick with that, because she trusted them. "Evening" she nodded toward one of the men in the door before she made her way into the club, seeing the people dancing and just enjoying themselves. She paused, stopping at the bar and ordering herself a drink before leaning against the bar, only turning when she heard footsteps approaching from behind. Growing up with the Shelby's tended to instil a sense of suspicion around everyone and everything and this was no different.

[opheliaesmeelancaster]

@agonybcrn Having grown up with the Shelby's, Ophelia knew that days rarely went by without something of a complication or some sort of change of plan, but recently, things had been going pretty well, the expansion to London, them taking over all of the northern racetracks, business was good and apart from that god damn copper who seemed to have his mind set on destroying them, everything was going well. The day had started off the same way as any other, Ophelia had turned up about 10 that morning, she had been to visit Ada and had only just gotten back. She had dumped her things upstairs before moving to collect the books to check over them as she usually did. She had been in the process of talking through a few of the figures for the 'legal' side of business with Michael when the disturbance occurred. She tended to handle the more....illegal side of the business whilst Michael handled any legal investments and such that the company held or made. She paused, her gaze flicking up from where the two of them stood near the centre of the shop "excuse me? Can we help you?" She asked the young woman who had made her entrance. Michael had quickly adjusted to life in the family he had been born into, the family he should have been raised with and he enjoyed his job, just so long as he didn't have to deal with anything too..illegal anyway. He had fixed his gaze on the book in the other woman's hand as she spoke, before he too looked up at the new figure "shop isn't open for another hour..." he began "do you need anything?"

[opheliaesmeelancaster]

Starter call!

Hit the ❤️ for a starter or we can plan a plot!

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Character description and background

//There is always room for negotiation on finer details depending on who the other person would prefer to play? In order to incorporate both characters and their interaction together. \

Ophelia Esme Lancaster was not the typical woman of her time. She didn’t particularly want a husband, she didn’t want to always have to rely on someone else, a way she viewed marriage from the way her father, a London factory owner, had always treated her mother. As a result, from a young age, she had been…unruly, outspoken, and honestly not what her father had wanted in a million years. He had wanted to be able to marry her off to another upper class family who could provide added income to his own bank account, and well…Ophelia wasn’t the kind of girl men like that went for, nor did she want to be. At a pretty young age, she had developed a feeling for politics, especially the way women were treated when the men returned from war, like they hadn’t kept the homefires burning whilst the men had been in France, like they were once again, just a trophy or prize. She knew it was a cynical view to have, even at a young age, but she hadn’t known much different. That was what had led her away from her family, accepting that they could do nothing for her, that they could not accept her and frankly she couldn’t accept their way of life, and so she had moved, wanting to start out on her own and she was probably naive to say the least about how easy that exactly was. Especially in a city where coppers fought side by side with the gangs they were supposed to be against. ((If anyone has any questions, feel free to ask!