WAR DOES NOT DETERMINE WHO IS RIGHT, ONLY WHO IS LEFT.

THE STATS  ━━

gender: female Family: VOLKOV Designation: Dancer at Provocateur Age: 27 Face claim:  Jessica Lowndes

THE BASICS ━━

There are those who hide away from the secrets of the night, run from its shadows or spotlights. And those who revel in it. A dancer at Provacateur, forever towing the line between pleasure and pain. The pleasure was menial, a necessity for her path. But pain? Well, we all need a little FUN. Before, working for the Volkovs was merely one of the best gigs in town until their club and name seemed to go up in smoke. Now, it’s just the family business. A family she hadn’t asked for, wanted, or really even liked. Just another night and another road to what she searched for. More music to thrum through her body, hips swaying to the flashes of light, drinks sliding down her throat, fists hitting their target again and again in a BEAUTIFUL CACOPHONY---the deadliest things are often what you never see coming.

THE AESTHETIC  ━━

The steady buzz of a tattoo gun. Messy stitches done by hand. Tattered leather jackets. Music too loud to think; full face of makeup hiding a skull devoid of any thought to begin with. Black eyes. A closet full of stripper heels. Broken bottles, slicing your palm and someone else's cheek open on the jagged edges. Neon signs reflected back in puddles of cloudy rainwater. Too-sharp canines. Bruised knuckles. Disagreeing just for the rush of starting a fight, playing devil's advocate and always taking the opposing side with a Cheshire smirk that's more dare than knowing grin.

                   RUMOR HAS IT…

Dance with the devil & eventually you feel the burn. According to reports, this little renegade knows more than she let on not only about those lost in the fire, but why. But mums the word, and no price nor presents can seem to make her talk. The Volkovs are wise to keep her close, but how long can family truly be forever?

HEAVY IS THE HEAD WHO WEARS A CROWN OF SINS.

THE STATS  ━━

gender: male Family: DEVEREAUX Designation: Underboss Age: 28 Face claim:  Matthew Daddario 

THE BASICS ━━

It was a job that was NEVER meant to be his. A life of second best, second rate, the spare. But for a man with a name like Devereaux, Alexandre took full advantage. A life as a spare was a life of choice, a man who found love through a lens and with whoever he chose. Photojournalism showed him the world and its glories, and the weight of a family name brought him home. Ignoring the darkness of the business to lay in the sun? Only works without the the threat of clouds. Obligations are both collar and noose, and soon enough a job at their magazine Luxe, was his. And then to the surprise of them all? He flourished. It became a passion like no other, capturing the small world that had been his for so very long, bringing forth a new kind of luxury and fashion and a way of life. But darkness reigned once more and his balanced plate of life’s luxuries shattered to the tiled floor. A new job, a new title, and a family in mourning are all that await. Goodbye to the life of a spare, hello to the HEIR APPARENT.

THE AESTHETIC  ━━

Honey colored eyes and whiskey neats. Armani suit jackets tossed across chairs. The click of a camera lens. The shouts of a family in loss. French pastries. Columbian coffee. Lips pressed to the skin of a wrist. Sweet nothings against a lovers cheek. Fists slammed into hotel walls. Framed photographs on a bedside table. Tanqueray and crystal glasses. Sun-kissed skin, red bitten lips. The tick of a pocket watch. Flashbulbs and rumors. 

                     RUMOR HAS IT…

The weight of an empire is a world on tired shoulders, and the newly minted underboss is well on his way to drowning. But he surges forward, trying to piece together the family name all the while remembering the family they’ve lost. But rumors that the fallen prince might have been nothing more than a traitor now haunt the family name. But what is a rumor with no proof? No one knows of the message left on Alexandre’s phone, the invitation to the party that would eventually go up in smok. & no one knows of the heirloome watch left as a gift--or left as a GOODBYE.

KEEPER OF A CITY? OR A MAN ON HIS KNEES.

THE STATS  ━━

gender: male Family: unaffiliated  Designation: Mayor of New York City Recommended age: 40-48 Suggested face claims: Raza Jaffrey, Hugh Dancy, Matthew Mcconaughey 

THE BASICS ━━

Behind the smiles and waves for the cameras, is a much darker reality. Politics are dirty, he’d known that from the beginning, embraced it. No one told him of the families who truly ran the city, making him a puppet before he’d even taken the office. No one told him of the temptations that followed, the indulgences given and gifted for his discretion, for his leniency. No one told him that brokering peace was a dark road, that with each year passing there was a pressure to choose, to OBEY. A man of power rendered a child. He is a glutton of the worst kind, and every sin has its price. How do you bite back agains the hand that feeds? You can’t, and just might die trying.

THE AESTHETIC  ━━

Press releases. Imported beers. A beauty on his arm. Darkened cars. Waltzes. Bodies pressed against a desk. Cuban cigars. Wax seals. Strip club couches. Neon reflecting on skin. Windsor knots. Five o clock shadow. Guns to temples. Armed guards. Family brunches.

                    RUMOR HAS IT…

There were no shortages of luxuries offered to the Mayor, and who was he to say no? But a wise man was ignored in his advice to tread carefully, and now the man finds himself not in bed with one family, but FOUR. They are at war, and he is on the verge. And now must do all he can to keep the city in ignorant bliss, and keep HIMSELF from the crossfires. Welcome to power, Mr. Mayor. Welcome to HELL.

THE CHARMER OR THE SNAKE? BOTH PLAY TO WIN. 

THE STATS  ━━

gender: male Family: BLACKWELL Designation: Commander Recommended age: 27-32 Suggested face claims:  (*at least partial latinx ethnicity, blood relative) Diego Boneta, Ryan Guzman.  Michael Trevino

THE BASICS ━━

Perhaps he could have been the son she’d always intended him to be, if given a chance. But one cannot force attention, fake affection for a woman who spent her nights in offices and meetings. A boy raised by staff after staff, who learned to play the long game in life. A snake who charms its owners and enemies, a man as slick as oil and clever as the devil. He is passioned when pushed, cold when ignored. And now more than ever, he is a man so very SCORNED. They’ve created a monster, and mother dearest ought to fear the venom in his bite.

THE AESTHETIC  ━━

Tailored coats. Whitened teeth. Imported Prosecco. Brunches at The Carlyle. Hotel bars. Lipstick stains on shirt collars. Lovers clutched close. Green smoothies. Jogging through central park. Dark Maseratis. Park avenue apartments. Chocolate dipped strawberries. Hickey bruised jawlines.

                     RUMOR HAS IT…

Whispers have surfaced, rumors of the lack of belief in his abilities to run a company so near and dear to his mothers heart. He should have been her heart, and the taste in his mouth has long turned from bitter resentment to dust and ash. The position went to an outsider, more of a son to a woman he called mother than her actual blood. It seems many things run thicker than blood these days, and if it takes SPILLING some from her favorite to get his point across? There are worse things in this world.

IS IT SO VERY FOOLISH, TO DREAM OF PEACE?

THE STATS  ━━

gender: female Family: BLACKWELL Designation: Commander, Realtor for Blackwell Estates. Recommended age: 25-30 Suggested face claims:  Lily James, Kelsey Chow, Shay Mitchell, Alicia Vikander, Camila Queiroz.

THE BASICS ━━

There is no crime in knowing your strengths, no fault in knowing just where you are needed most. And when it came to the Blackwells, she knew if not for her efforts, blood would have spilled long ago. It is a tumultuous family, full of egos and innocents, all precariously balanced on the edge of greatness. And despite her attempts to guard her heart, she loves them all, despises them too. So she plays the part of peacekeeper, and minder and FOOL.  Is it so wrong to long for a chance at happy endings? So naive to think they can make it through all this not only strong, but a FAMILY once again? But some have to learn the hard way, you cannot piece back BROKEN glass without bleeding hands. Peace in this town is nothing short of a pipe dream.

THE AESTHETIC  ━━

Lacquered lips. Fitted blazers. Orange blossoms. French vanilla ice cream. Strings of pearls. Mimosas. A bleeding heart. Satin pajamas. A bubbling stream. Blue skies of spring. Peonies in bloom. Looping handwriting. Soft gazes. Wildflowers underfoot. Sleepy mornings. Crisp honey apples.

                    RUMOR HAS IT…

Her attempts at brokering peace between the son of her boss and the new right hand man have been nothing short of disaster as of late. She volleys and argues, concedes and prods until possibly they’ll see eye to eye. But its a balancing act of spinning plates, and her coercions have slowly turned into white lies. Both believe to have her loyalty, and how is she to deny them? And just how do you keep all those crystal plates from CRASHING to the floor once more? All she knows is this. It is between the dauntless and a serpentine and if they have their say? One won’t leave this city alive.

YOU WANT SOMETHING DONE? YOU GET UP AND GO

THE STATS  ━━

gender: male//non-binary  Family: DEVEREAUX Designation: Commander. PR for Devereaux Multimedia Recommended age: 27-32 Suggested face claims:  Aaron Tveit, Tyler Hoechlin, Rahul Kohli, Dev Patel.

THE BASICS ━━

Nothing worth having has ever happened without pushing the envelope, taking things a little too FAR. And that is what he is, at heart. The treasure trove of ideas, concepts and dreams and making them into realities. Maverick or magic man, his reputation in this city has begun to precede him. It is nothing short of an art form, making things appear and people vanish. A rise to the top is not without loss, and to a person with no limits or boundaries? Its nothing short of thrilling. A story is what you spin, and with a city on the verge? He smells a BESTSELLER and its name is Devereaux.

THE AESTHETIC  ━━

Magazine headlines. Tailored suits. Unbuttoned shirts. The ticking of a pocket watch. Whiskey neat. Fingers flying across a phone screen. Little black books. Salt rimmed margaritas. A dimly lit dance floor. Charity benefits. Hidden bribes. Loud laughter. Dangerous smirks. 

                 RUMOR HAS IT…

This commander has begun to live off the highs alone, the after hours activities required of the position getting deeper by the day. He makes stories disappear, he makes liars tell their truths, or at least...the truth they’d all prefer. And just where do you draw the line between magic and mania?

A PEDESTAL HAS ITS PERKS, & A HELL OF A VIEW.

THE STATS  ━━

gender: female Family: BLACKWELL Designation: Underboss (pro tempore), CFO of Blackwell Estates. Recommended age: 29-33 Suggested face claims:  Nathalie Kelley, Johanna Braddy, Diane Guerrero, Elodie Yung, Minka Kelly.

THE BASICS ━━

Why can’t the world see it would run so very smoothly if they’d just stop and listen? But not to anyone, but her. A position as the possible underboss has made her indispensable, and all in perfect time with the goals she’d set for herself. And while they might have all placed her upon this gilded pedestal, she’d never complain about the view from above. It gives her choices, and gives her power. So let the boys bicker, let the little ones daydream and dawdle. She’s far too busy with an empire at her fingertips to deal with the trivial inconveniences below. As a brilliant queen once said-- “Let them eat cake”

THE AESTHETIC  ━━

Click of heels on tile. Sleek chignons. Arched brows. Chilled caviar. Cartier bracelets. Diamond earrings. Floral perfumes. Cafe a lait. Scarlet nails. Scented bubble baths. Silk nightgowns. Heeled slippers. Cashmere sweaters. Louis Vuitton luggage. Stamped passports. Bitten lips. Foreign tongues. Sweet pink rosé.

                   RUMOR HAS IT…

A certain primadonna has set her gaze upon none other than a certain Right hand of the boss. But hand in hand with her? They would be unstoppable, last names be DAMNED. Now, if only he felt the same. Convincing him to get with the picture of a future in lights with her is a long and winding road, but then again she’s always been HELL in high heels.

A SELFIE FOR A SECRET, SWEETHEART?

THE STATS  ━━

gender: male/female/non-binary (up to player) Family: DEVEREAUX Designation: member. Recommended age: 26-32 Suggested face claims:  Dane Deehan Hoult, Antonia Thomas, Chloe Bennet, Alfie Enoch

THE BASICS ━━

There is nothing truly safe from prying eyes, not anymore. And with a tap of their fingers on keys, walls bypassed and secrets laid bare--it was all in grasp. Working for a family like the Devereaux’s was a partnership of convenience, and opportunity. They kept the hacker well paid, fed, adorned and with anything and everything their heart desired, and they kept them well informed. Their name is not a well known one,  not in their nature to require the brightness of a spotlight. A life better left to the fragile egos of their fellow members. In the darkness is where the FUN lies, and where the bloodiest of truths have come to rest. Run & hide all you want, nothing is sacred in a town of so much sin.

THE AESTHETIC  ━━

Blue tinted screen lights. Cold coffee, bitter and sweet. Takeout containers. Adidas sneakers. Energy drinks. Sleepless nights. Netflix binges. Crinkle of candy wrappers. Wary eyes. Envelopes of money. Rooms lit by moonlight. A repeated dream, haunting like a nightmare. Lies. coverups. Secrets. Scandals.

                  RUMOR HAS IT…

While it is their specialty to dig up secrets of others and thrust them into light, they can just as easily make things DISAPPEAR. Such was the case of the true nature of the fire at wonderland, whittled down to nothing more than faulty wiring, a horrible accident. Until someone stepped on their toes, and took the truth from under them. There is a new player on the chessboard, and this specialist is not averse to doing whatever it takes to CRUSH them back into the shadows. 

YOU ARE MEANT FOR GREATNESS, NEVER DARKNESS

THE STATS  ━━

gender: female//non-binary Family: ST. CLAIRE Designation: Right hand man. Recommended age: 28-32 Suggested face claims:  Troian Bellisario, Ruth Negga, Priyanka Chopra, Jenna Coleman.

THE BASICS ━━

The man they’d met at university had been like seeing the sun for the first time. Brilliant, intelligent--complex. If they’d known then what they do now of the complexities and strings that accompanied such a man...would anything have changed? Together they’d found a way to revolutionize the business, change the game on its head. Life to them was a game of numbers and figures, never scandals or bloodshed. As a partner in St. Claire Oil, they outshine. But as an ear to a leader? Drowning on dry land has never felt so much like HOME.  But there has never been a problem they couldn’t solve, and that will not begin and end with the St. Claires.

THE AESTHETIC  ━━

Sparkling waters. Peppermints. Button down shirts and mismatched socks. Mathmatical journals. Architectural magazines. Late nights at the office. Early morning espressos. Bitten pen caps. Crumbled blueprints. Borrowed evening gowns. Frenzied arguments.  Spiced foods. Framed photographs. 

                RUMOR HAS IT…

The team at St. Claire oil has someone for everyone. An indulgent, a perfectionist keen on drama, a useless socialite, a mind, but they all have grown darkened by the bloodlust in their eyes, the lies on their lips growing each day. So they remain the steadfast, the solid rock of which the morals they’d so strongly believed in will not waver, they wont LET them. The man they once knew is still there, and the dreams they once shared will still become a reality, mark their words.

YOU ARE NOT A STAR, BUT THE WHOLE  COSMOS  

THE STATS  ━━

gender: male/female/non-binary (up to applicant) Family: VOLKOV Designation: Member Recommended age: 24-27 Suggested face claims: Lindsey Morgan, Charles Melton, Naomi Scott,  Gregg Sulkin, Austin Butler, Sophie Turner.

THE BASICS ━━

They have always been the harshest of juxtapositions. A sweetness to their smile, a wickedness to their walk. Never quite what was needed, always too much, too far. A blistering anger, a bleeding heart. They’d met a Volkov at their club Wonderland, in the midst of losing themselves in the lights and heavy music for one more night. Joining the family had been a way out of the life they’d never felt was their own, a new kind of thrill to seek. And so they now belonged, and grew to be not a storm, but a well aimed BULLET. An acquired taste for the family business, a growing love for the fierceness of connection. And then? It’s ripped away once more. So they mourn. They laugh, they cry. They plan. They will HURT.

THE AESTHETIC  ━━

Leather jackets. Glitter falling from the sky. Doc Martens. Thin framed glasses. Punched out windows. A body held close. Heaving chests. A scratch of a record player. Rose petals underfoot. Tear stained cheeks. Blinding smiles. Blades tucked in pockets. Nights lost in the city. Trembling hands. Clasped hands. The howl of a WOLF.

                RUMOR HAS IT…

While the original boss had a fondness for their passion, the one who now holds the reigns is said to find them too much, too close to a liability. The time to prove oneself is now or never, and doing just what is asked of them has always been a tall order. But if not? This new chain of command seems to have no problem with recruitment--or REPLACEMENT.

FROM SHADOWS INTO THE FLASHBULBS, DARLING.

THE STATS  ━━

gender: male Family: VOLKOV Designation: Right Hand Man Recommended age: 29-33 Suggested face claims: Sebastian Stan. Armie Hammer.  Bill Skarsgard. Chris Wood. Max Irons.

THE BASICS ━━

“I heard they grew up together, he and the Volkov children.”  A rumor, the only known extent of who he was. A shadow at their side, silent and strong. The quiet to the swirling storm that was the Volkov family. He was scarred where they were gilded, flawed where they excelled. For the world had never shown them an unkindness. With years he’d grown into his limbs, his looks, and his fate. Stand by their side, protect them, love them. Their father saw potential in his weaknesses of love, and with it he ROSE. For if anyone knew the price of family, it was a Russian. And this new city? Had been nothing but welcoming. Women lusted for the mystery, men stepped back away from the darkened gaze. His silence was enough to volumes, eyes a chaos of kindness and wickedness and DEATH. And a man who has never been seen? Can often become as blinding as the sun.

THE AESTHETIC  ━━

Dog eared pages. Smoke scented clothes. Neon lights reflecting off of scarlet bloodstains. A man on a balcony, watching chaos reign. A cool gaze. Strong hands, clenched tight. Swallows of Vodka. A gentle laugh. Sweet russian pastries. Mulled wine. Cinnamon gum. Days spent by a headstone. Nights swathed in darkness. Lying through his teeth. Lying in WAIT.

                 RUMOR HAS IT…

While he remained loyal to the boss until his dying breath, a younger brother now holds the throne. A snake.  Winters in Moscow hold nothing to the dead frost of his gaze. And so this enigma can only follow commands, protect what remains, and pray for a day where the name VOLKOV will ring out proudly once more. As for his loyalties? Every crown needs a USURPER.

                PRACTICALLY PERFECT IN EVERY WAY.

THE STATS  ━━

gender: female Family: ST. CLAIRE Designation: Commander , Operations Management. Recommended age: 28-34 Suggested face claims: Jamie Chung, Tessa Thompson, Alicia Vikander, Odette Annable, 

THE BASICS ━━

There is nowhere a man stands that a woman cannot reach. Her entire life was framed in that ideal, and she has worked and fought and strived until it happened. Top of all classes, degrees to her name to prove she is not to be feared, but revered. A perfectionist at heart, a leader at mind. The position at St. Claire was a dream hand delivered amongst the most expensive of wines, richest of cigars. It was the heir of the name who’d found her, her brilliance and wit too much to pass up. They needed her, and both knew it. Now she stands among gods of a bloody business, still shining a brilliant white. But the blood is pooling at her heels, and even the richest of silks end up STAINED.

THE AESTHETIC  ━━

Leather bound planners. Soft perfumes. Mont Blanc pens. Hair swept up with pens. Manicured nails. Framed degrees lining an office. Handguns in handbags. Steaming lattes. Cold city mornings. Floor length coats. Dom Pérignon. 

                   RUMOR HAS IT…

Up until the night of July, her role in the St. Claire name was strictly above board. But something shifted, and the newly minted commander has her work ahead of her. Whether her willingness to accept the position was to keep a fellow commander in line or solely because of the heir who asked it of her, is left to be seen. Fondness and love are virtues and weaknesses together in one, but how does one run from their heart? Practically perfect might be truer than anyone knows.

THERE IS MAGIC IN YOUR HANDS, SPARKING LIKE FIRE

THE STATS  ━━

gender: male Family: ST. CLAIRE Designation: Underboss, suggested COO of St.Claire Oil Recommended age: 32-36 Suggested face claims: (* fc required to black, blood relative ) Michael B Jordan, Donald Glover, Chadwick Boseman, Kendrick Sampson

THE BASICS ━━

They were the first born son of the wealthiest man in Texas. Destined to inherit a legacy and company that had thrived for decades. But to him? For as long as he can remember his mind has been not in the clouds, but on the scratchings of paper. Sketches and numbers, models and concepts, ways to make it all BETTER. His innovations grew with him and now at place in the city? The company that is to be his has doubled under his eye, added measures of success and funds thanks to the machines of his creation that separate liquid gold from the cold ground. A man can be as dangerous as his mind and with a mind like his? They have a chance to be the BEST. 

THE AESTHETIC  ━━

Scattered blueprints. Bitter energy drinks. The snap of suspenders. Gleaming cufflinks. Loosened ties. Raucous laughter. Messages left on read. Scattered thoughts. Unfinished sentences. A name across the papers. Calloused hands. Honeyed bourbon. 

                    RUMOR HAS IT…

The calculations of a brilliant mind did not end at the technologies of St. Claire oil mining. His reputation as underboss until now had been lackluster, but tragedy has a way of changing views. The losses of the ones he’d claimed as family are rumored to have lit a fire beneath the dangers he’d hidden away. Something like this will NEVER happen again, not with him at the helm. And with a certain friend at his ear like a devil on a gilded shoulder--there is something coming, and it reeks of BLOOD, oil and a smoking gun.

KISS ME OR KILL ME, BUT YOU’LL NEVER FORGET ME.

THE STATS  ━━

gender: female Family: DEVEREAUX Designation: Member, Commander pro tempore Recommended age: 24-27 Suggested face claims:  Dua Lipa,  Sofia Black D’elia Caitlin Stasey, Nina Dobrev, Zoey Deutch.

THE BASICS ━━

She was born the final child in a carefully orchestrated trifecta. The heir, the spare, and the darling. Cherubic cheeks and a laugh that made the angels sigh, she was a sight to behold. Reality was harsher, a hard truth for a child that on first glance, was unnecessary. No need for dreams of rising in the company or a title, not for the littlest darling. She had her beauty, and in the eyes of those who mattered it made her nothing more than a pretty face. Date well, marry rich, make the right connections. A roadmap to an early grave of dullness. So what does one do when they’ve sealed you in a gilded cage? You SHATTER it to the ground. 

THE AESTHETIC  ━━

Glossy dark hair. Ruby red lips. Sangria on balconies. Lacy Lingerie.Kiss swollen lips. Thigh high boots. Bikram Yoga. Dark chocolate. Satin sleep masks. Thigh holsters.  Curtains blowing in the breeze. Flickering candlelight. Agent Provocateur. Secrets whispered against lips. Mascara stained tears.

                    RUMOR HAS IT…

While the elder Devereaux children once shied away from the darker deeds of the family, the youngest has begun to REVEL in them. Sultry looks and pouted lips used to the advantage of gaining secrets and favors from men, women, anyone who looked of interest. There is a science to seduction, and she considers herself an expert. But there is a fine line in selling your soul in the name of family, and even Icarus learned the consequence of flying so close to the sun. For a girl who is no shortage of HEAT–it’s a tragedy in the making.

I DONT FEAR THE SHADOWS. I CALL THEM HOME.

THE STATS  ━━

gender: male or nonbinary Family: BLACKWELL. Designation: Member Recommended age: 25-30 Suggested face claims:  Rami Malek. John Boyega. Grant Gustin. Daniel Sharman.

THE BASICS ━━

He held power in his grasp, knew the way its dark edges pricked like a needle. Worked his way to the top of recruits to become someone who mattered. But when the door had opened and he tumbled through what awaited him? Danger, lies, newfound bloodlust and a madness that lead to the death of the one who’d gripped his heart.  Stepping down as commander was a choice, but it felt like a SENTENCE. Nothing seemed right, the world no dulled to gray. So he fades into the shadows of rooms. Listening, learning, calculating. There is a sadness that drives him, an anger that frightens him. He will fight to make things right, he will die to find absolution. MARTYR or MAD, fate has yet to decide. But he is sinking, falling prey to the darkness that now feels like home.

THE AESTHETIC  ━━

Darkened bedrooms. Gritty bars. Bomber jackets. Doc martens. Back rows of movie theaters. Black coffee. Dark circles under eye. Ripped jeans. Silent steps. Alternative music. Sleepless nights. Bitten fingernails. Classic movies. Bruised knuckles. Vacant gazes.

                   RUMOR HAS IT…

In choosing to step down as a commander, he’s earned quite a new reputation for himself. By day he is the quiet withdrawn man who works for the Blackwells. By moonlight comes the manic gleam to his eye, the sadness that echoes in every step of polished shoe. He is nothing to consider, and everything to fear in his silence. There is nothing quite someone who is no longer the same, with nothing to lose.

SAY MY NAME OR SCREAM IT, IT’S MUSIC EITHER WAY

THE STATS  ━━

gender: male or nonbinary Family: BLACKWELL. Designation: Right Hand Man, Junior Partner Recommended age: 28-33 Suggested face claims:  DJ Controna. Jon Kortajarena, Bob Morley, Sam Clafflin.

THE BASICS ━━

The charm of a salesman, the mind of a machine. It is a certain kind of man who can eliminate the emotion in life, see how its weaknesses hold you back. This family has taught him that history is written by its victors, and he is nothing but victorious. He stands at the right hand of a woman who’s taken a name and made it an empire. Under her eye. he’s only gotten BETTER–a ruthlessness that makes him a threat, and a smile that brings the city’s elite to their knees. So he laughs that hollow laugh, and makes them want what they’ll never truly have. That Achilles heel? Is built of solid steel and encased in Tom Ford.

THE AESTHETIC  ━━

Spicy cologne. Cinnamon gum. Silk pocket squares. Eyes following across a room. Ice swirling in a glass tumbler. Skylines through a high rise window. One night stands. Sinatra music on a record player. Wrapped knuckles and swinging punching bags. Cartier watches.

                 RUMOR HAS IT…

Becoming the right hand had been easy enough once he’d saw what stood in the way, and the son of the boss was nothing short of a snake. Ensuring their failure had been a long game, but now the title was his and what should have been the heir was left to seethe and sulk and resign. A shame, to know they could have been something and wasted it on things like jealousy and love. But mama’s little reject now wants revenge, and who are you to deny a little fun?

ALL WE ARE IS RUMORS AND REPUTATION, DARLING.

THE STATS  ━━

gender: female/male/nonbinary (UTP) Family: DEVEREAUX Designation: Member Recommended age: 22-26 Suggested face claims:  Vanessa Morgan, Neels Visser,  Dacre Montgomery, Reece King, Halston Sage, Jeon Jungkook.

THE BASICS ━━

It is a high like nothing else, to have the world at your feet and thousands of fans chanting your name. It was a sensation they knew all too well, though now it echoed like a twisted shadow of a dream. For years that life was a whirlwind of stage after stage, crowd after crowd.  Plucked from the hopefuls and made a star, too young to know the price of fame. They were a natural, they were and IDOL. But everyone falls victim to time, and five years since their rise began, all that remains is the slow and steady FALL. But fame has stolen some of the innocence they’d held, and to be so forgotten seems like a death sentence. So they cling to the family who has promised to make them shine like new, cling to the promise of a name in lights once more. With a backing like Devereaux, they make headlines, hashtags and more. They’d have paid any price tag to rise once more, even one dripping in RED.

THE AESTHETIC  ━━

Sultry smiles. Skintight jeans. Highlighted cheekbones. Broken Guitar strings. Screaming audiences. Quiet corners in the back of cars. A smash of piano keys. Fleeting highs. Crashing lows. Late night talks. Raspy voices. Black coffees. Sugary sweets. Teen Magazines. Rain on windowpanes. Loneliness. Echoes of laughter. Smashed mirrors. Torn out pages. A contract signed in glittering gold. FAME or INFAMY?

                      RUMOR HAS IT…

They were set to be the headlining performance for a one night at Wonderland on the fated evening of the 4th. And yet only hours beforehand, they received a better offer. Instead of going down in flames, they watched with the other party goers as across town a building was brought to ash. But just who swept this star away before they met an untimely fate? Kismet or dumb luck, there is a guardian angel somewhere watching. But how closely?