The Hopeless Duke

New to town and looking for a reason to stay. originally from London but relocated to Carroll. Duke;CEO;Hopeless

[willworthington]

Basic Information:

Full Name: William Mason Worthington

Nicknames: Will

Gender: Cis Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Zodiac: Leo

Date of Birth: August 20th, 1983

Age\: 42

**Occupation\: CEO of Worthington Enterprises

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single

Celebrity Look\-A\-Like: Henry Cavill

In town for: Three months

Current Housing: Downtown Carroll

Family Information:

Father:

Mother:

Siblings: Nick, Kit, Annabelle

Children: None

Pets: Dog named Titus

Headcanons:

- He is the eldest of four siblings and bears a few small scars from his childhood of falling from trees and rough housing with his younger brothers.

- He enjoys long nights out, whether it is doing something or just sitting under the stars. He wants to be out of the house for as long as he possibly can.

- His parents, especially his mother, have been pressuring him to get married for as long as he can remember. That had made him distant to the idea of actually falling in love as he feels like getting attached means actually committing to something other than his business.

[jamsmemes]

(     *     BARE BONES.

a selection of headcanon questions inspired by key bones in the human body.

skull.   what memories/thoughts do they guard the most from others ?

cheekbone. what makes them smile ?

mandible / jawbone. what are they incapable of saying out loud ?

teeth. what lasting mark do they leave on others ?

hyoid / neck. who taught them to speak up, or stay silent ?

clavicle / collarbone. who/what do they lean on when they're vulnerable ?

scapula / shoulderblade. what burden do they carry on their back ?

sternum. what makes their heart pound hardest ?

ribcage. who/what are they trying to protect ?

humerus. do they use humour as a shield or a weapon ? what from/to ?

radius. who/what do they reach for first in a crisis ?

ulna. who stands by them no matter what ?

carpals. what small habits do they have ?

metacarpals. do they ask for help or clench their fists and bear it ?

phalanges. what is their relationship with touch ?

spine. when do they lose their backbone, what scares them ?

pelvis. what future or legacy are they afraid/excited to be responsible for ?

sacrum. what sacrifices have they made ?

coccyx / tailbone. what outdated beliefs do they still carry, if any ?

femur. what drives them forward ?

patella / kneecap. how compliant/obedient are they, who will they kneel for ?

tibia. who/what keeps them moving forward ?

fibula. do they ever feel overlooked ?

tarsals. what past mistakes stick with them with every step they take ?

metatarsals. if they could disappear for a day, where would they run ?

[willworthington]

He let her put her feelers out with his hand, smiling softly to himself at her delicate touch. He didn't mind that he was being sized up at all. He rested his palm lightly against hers to see the size of their hands. They weren't too far off from each other. Height in a woman wasn't something he hadn't ever minded. "I'm 6'3. Not that much taller than you actually. I think it would be rather fun to look up at you in heels." He kept his tone light as his ocean eyes observed her. She had an energy about her that felt easy to be around.

His head cocked to the side as he watched her suck in her lower lip. He had to admit that he felt a bit of a pang of guilt when he saw the look that flashed over her face. It was brief but it was there. "Everyone has a story to tell. No matter how tragic it may be, it is still your story and I'd like to know it. Whatever you'd like to tell me that is."

The hearty laugh that left him made a wide grin appear on his face. His tone turned instantly flirty as his fingers folded over hers to grasp her hand lightly. "I can't wait to know more. Whether it be your story or those...less wordy things." His hand squeezed hers delicately. "I have a feeling you are just full of surprises, Summer."

[summerinmanchester]

She could sense a lot about a person with simply interacting with them at this distance. Summer could feel the way Will's prescence filled the small space and she imagined him with broad, muscled shoulders. Thanks to Ingrid's description Summer pictured Will as a handsome face with dark curls. "You're from England, aren't you?" It's a reminder that maybe Will doesn't actually know much about her. "I'm quite used to my private life not being very.. private."

Summer pulls her hand back and adjusts in her chair, abandoning the pair of flats she'd worn and curling her legs into the seat with her. "Darla, would you bring a blanket please?" She calls out to the flight attendant. 'Of course Summer.'

She's relieved that the crew has remembered how much she hates being called Mrs. Manchester and is instead referring to her by first name. A blanket appears in her hands and Summer begins to unfold it to cover herself. She'd warned him she liked to be warm and cozy, had't she?

"Well I quite like to travel.." Summer choose this as the start of her story because it felt like the one thing that was really about her. Not her parents or her sister or her husbad. She spent the next several hours telling Will about her trips to the Greek Islands and how easily she could've pictured herself never coming home. Sometime after an early lunch Summer fell asleep in her chair and remained there as the plane prepared to land. She rarely slept these days and was prone to these spells of fatigue. Her mother said it was all the grief she was carrying.

[willworthington]

"Very keen ears you have there." He mused with a light laugh. "I was born and raised in London. I needed a change of scenery so I thought California would be just that change." His tipped his head a bit at her last response. "I understand that sentiment entirely. My entire life has been under the microscope of somebody. First it was my family being the eldest son and now with the company being as big as it is now, I don't know much about tranquility."

He sat back in his seat once she did in hers, smiling softly to himself. He had found that he liked the touch of her hand on his. He knew this flight was going to be a long one so he might as well get as comfortable as he could.

He reached over to give her knee a light squeeze when she laid the blanket out across her. "Do you get cold easily?" He had noticed that she was on the thinner side so getting cold might be something she was used to. He did take note that she enjoyed being comfortable but didn't know if there was more to that reasoning.

He listened to her intently when she told the stories of her travels, only briefly speaking to tell of his own tales that would equate to hers. He was glad that she liked to travel as much as he did. Staying in one place for too long could get rather boring as quickly as it was fun for him. It was one of the reasons he had chosen to leave England and settle halfway across the world. Would he be in Carroll for more than five years? He had no clue at this point but that was usually the point he got antsy someplace. When she fell asleep, he pulled out his laptop to send some last minute emails for his job. The plane would still be on the air for a few hours more so she'd be able to get a decent nap at least before arriving.

He reached over about five minutes before they were set to land to shake her knee a little bit. "Hey, love. We're almost landing."

[color-palettes]

From the Sea to the Land Beyond - Submitted by aradam359

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[willworthington]

Brunch ft Neylani @angstfactory

Will had been texted the address to the orchard they would be having their date. He dressed pretty casual, opting for a simple pair of jeans and a button down shirt. He sat alone at the table for now, waiting for Neylani to come in. He hadn't been on a date with a normal person in what felt like forever and he had one coming up with Summer as well.

He smiled, standing as he saw he walking towards him. He extended his arms a bit to greet her with an aristocratic charm. "Neylani, you look absolutely beautiful." He moved to instantly pull out his chair for her. "Thank you for agreeing to this. I know you're probably busy keeping this town from imploding."

[willworthington]

"I'm glad that I could be such an easy cure." His tone was light and playful. He didn't know what he was expecting when he got the letter in the mail but flying halfway across the country for a single date wasn't common for him. A nice dinner, going out for drinks or even a coffee date, but a ski resort in Switzerland? He had never done such a thing.

He watched her with curious eyes as he leaned closer to him, laughing a bit at her teasing. "I have been in the game long enough to be labeled as such by many. I just like to say I haven't met the right woman yet to fully share my life with me. My sister says my standards are low when it comes to those I'd sleep with but far too high for a wife." He spoke to her honestly. He didn't know fully what he wanted to come from this date, but getting to know her seemed like it would be fun.

He cocked his head, listening intently as she spoke of what she had planned out for them. "I can absolutely get behind spending all my time someplace warm. Whether it be a hot tub, sauna or fireplace." His smile was evident in his tone. "Glad to see that romance isn't dead. I like to think of myself as a bit of a romantic as well." He reached out to lightly take her hand in his. "As long as you tell me your story along the way, I'll follow along."

[summerinmanchester]

His touch was unexpected but not entirely unwelcome. Summer offered her hand out to his and soaked in the tactile details. His skin was warm but soft and she couldn't help but rest her fingertips against his in an effort to compare size. "How tall are you?" She asked curiously. Summer was 6'2 natrually and generally wore heels, putting her well above the average stance for a woman her age. God she used to be so insecure over it. One of the many reasons high school had been miserable.

"My story?" She repeats nervously, sucking in lip at the sincerity of the inqusition. Summer knew her story. It was melancholic and depressing and not one she liked to tell. The quiet daughter, the blind (*almost) widow. Her story was told in adjectives.

Summer's still playing with her fingers against his. Dancing like little spiders against his palm. "You might get a few details along the way." She offers in concession.

"If we're not distracted using our mouths for other, less-wordy, things." She jokes with a smirk.

[willworthington]

He let her put her feelers out with his hand, smiling softly to himself at her delicate touch. He didn't mind that he was being sized up at all. He rested his palm lightly against hers to see the size of their hands. They weren't too far off from each other. Height in a woman wasn't something he hadn't ever minded. "I'm 6'3. Not that much taller than you actually. I think it would be rather fun to look up at you in heels." He kept his tone light as his ocean eyes observed her. She had an energy about her that felt easy to be around.

His head cocked to the side as he watched her suck in her lower lip. He had to admit that he felt a bit of a pang of guilt when he saw the look that flashed over her face. It was brief but it was there. "Everyone has a story to tell. No matter how tragic it may be, it is still your story and I'd like to know it. Whatever you'd like to tell me that is."

The hearty laugh that left him made a wide grin appear on his face. His tone turned instantly flirty as his fingers folded over hers to grasp her hand lightly. "I can't wait to know more. Whether it be your story or those...less wordy things." His hand squeezed hers delicately. "I have a feeling you are just full of surprises, Summer."

[willworthington]

It wasn't like him to sit back and let someone else take the reigns but she wanted to. She sounded so excited to plan their date that he couldn't help but let her plan the whole thing. He looks out the window briefly at the moving scenery before light eyes turn back to her. "Exciting? Well, I'm glad that you seem to think so. I hope to not bore you at least on this date." His smile is evident in his voice. He was excited as well for this date. It was his first one in a long time with someone who wasn't well known to the world.

"You haven't prevented anything at all. I'm keeping myself pretty open to any kind of possibilities that may happen. I did bid on one or two people at the auction but I highly doubt anything would actually come of it." At least he is honest with her. "Right now my eyes are on one of the most beautiful woman I've seen in a very long time."

[summerinmanchester]

"You're here, that's cured my bordem already." She assures him quickly. Summer had convinced herself that participating in the charity auction was a good enough excuse for her abandon her responsibilities. And to potentially abandon the vows of her marriage, if their date actually got steamy. Suffice to say there was a lot on her mind.

She was sitting to his front, always preferring to sit face to face as it allowed her companion's voice to travel farther. Summer leans forward slightly in her chair. "Said like a true bachelor." She judges him playfully. Toss your line and see what you reel in. In a way.. Summer was doing the same thing.

She doesn't have a reply to give at his compliment. It takes her more off-gaurd than anticipated. Had it truly been that long since someone had called her beautiful? "...I was thinking most of our time would consist of being somewhere warm." Summer begins informing him of her plans. "The hot tub, is a particular favorite of mine." She smiles. It's not a flirtation so much as a silly confession. "But we'll have a fireplace as well... I'm quite a romantic." Summer confessed honestly. Regardless if this date became anything Summer wanted it to feel a little magical.

[willworthington]

"I'm glad that I could be such an easy cure." His tone was light and playful. He didn't know what he was expecting when he got the letter in the mail but flying halfway across the country for a single date wasn't common for him. A nice dinner, going out for drinks or even a coffee date, but a ski resort in Switzerland? He had never done such a thing.

He watched her with curious eyes as he leaned closer to him, laughing a bit at her teasing. "I have been in the game long enough to be labeled as such by many. I just like to say I haven't met the right woman yet to fully share my life with me. My sister says my standards are low when it comes to those I'd sleep with but far too high for a wife." He spoke to her honestly. He didn't know fully what he wanted to come from this date, but getting to know her seemed like it would be fun.

He cocked his head, listening intently as she spoke of what she had planned out for them. "I can absolutely get behind spending all my time someplace warm. Whether it be a hot tub, sauna or fireplace." His smile was evident in his tone. "Glad to see that romance isn't dead. I like to think of myself as a bit of a romantic as well." He reached out to lightly take her hand in his. "As long as you tell me your story along the way, I'll follow along."

[willworthington]

Closed Date ft @summerinmanchester

"I have to say that I am honored that you wanted to go on a date with me, Summer. I absolutely wasn't expecting it." He leaned back in the chair of her private jet, looking her over for a moment. "Was there anything in particular that influenced your choice?"

[summerinmanchester]

She was filled with anticipation at the time they were about to spend together. St. Moritz was beautiful and she was quite proud of the planning she'd put into their weekend in the mountains. Her lip twitches higher in amusement at his question. "I like your voice." It was heavy and sexy. "You sounded.. exciting." And god knew she could use some excitement in her life.

"I hope I didn't prevent you from spending time with someone you had your eyes on?" Summer wasn't sure if Will had made connections with anyone in town.

[willworthington]

It wasn't like him to sit back and let someone else take the reigns but she wanted to. She sounded so excited to plan their date that he couldn't help but let her plan the whole thing. He looks out the window briefly at the moving scenery before light eyes turn back to her. "Exciting? Well, I'm glad that you seem to think so. I hope to not bore you at least on this date." His smile is evident in his voice. He was excited as well for this date. It was his first one in a long time with someone who wasn't well known to the world.

"You haven't prevented anything at all. I'm keeping myself pretty open to any kind of possibilities that may happen. I did bid on one or two people at the auction but I highly doubt anything would actually come of it." At least he is honest with her. "Right now my eyes are on one of the most beautiful woman I've seen in a very long time."

[willworthington]

Closed Date ft @summerinmanchester

"I have to say that I am honored that you wanted to go on a date with me, Summer. I absolutely wasn't expecting it." He leaned back in the chair of her private jet, looking her over for a moment. "Was there anything in particular that influenced your choice?"

[willworthington]

Open: Auction

Will was smiling as he exited his town car. The night air here was nothing like it was in London this time of year. The long legs moved easily through the grass, stopping next to someone. "There's quite a turn out here tonight. Are the charities always like this?"

[angstfactory]

Neylani glanced briefly towards the man who sidled up out of nowhere. “In Carroll?” Her arms crossed over chest, back to watching the other guests milling around. It was hard to get out of deputy mode sometimes. Even more so when she was silently stewing over the fact Ashton had thrown her into the auction. “There’s quite a few residents that enjoy putting their wealth to good use.”

[willworthington]

"I think I may join them in putting the money towards a good cause. What's the point of having all of it not to give?" He smiled over the glass that he had brought to his lips, studying her briefly for a moment with a small cock of the head. "So what role do you play in this fun, little town? I haven't seen you on my walks around." He extended a hand to her. "William Worthington but please just call me Will."

[willworthington]

Open: Auction

Will was smiling as he exited his town car. The night air here was nothing like it was in London this time of year. The long legs moved easily through the grass, stopping next to someone. "There's quite a turn out here tonight. Are the charities always like this?"

[autumnonheels]

"Well, usually. There's one thing Carroll does well, it's charity." It was maybe one of the best things about the little town. They showed out each and every time. Some might say maybe it was the wealthier and more famous resident's way for giving back to their hideaway, but Autumn had seen the entire town turn out even just this past Christmas season to donate whatever they could. "People in this town really take care of each other. I suppose that's my sign to welcome you to it. You're one of the nominees. Me too." She motioned to the sash they were given on their way in if their name was on the list.

[willworthington]

"Charity work is always a good thing. What are we raising charity for?" He had gotten a letter in the mail not too long ago stating that he had been nominated and to show up at this address. The house was absolutely beautiful like most of the other places he had seen in the small town. The scene was completely different from London and that's what he wanted. "So that's the letter I got in the mail? Alright, alright. I think I can take a guess as to who nominated me. Well, I guess that's one way to get myself put out there."

[willworthington]

Open: Auction

Will was smiling as he exited his town car. The night air here was nothing like it was in London this time of year. The long legs moved easily through the grass, stopping next to someone. "There's quite a turn out here tonight. Are the charities always like this?"

[willworthington]