(SOBHITA DHULIPALA, WOMAN, SHE/HER/HERS) Oh, is that MONICA ROY? I heard the THIRTY year old is ALLURING. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also VENONMOUS. Makes sense seeing how they are a ACQUISITIONS EXPERT in the SOCIETY gang.
AESTHETIC.
an extra layer of gloss so her lips shimmer under dim lights, meticulously cared for fakes because the authentic stuff is just too expensive, the slick, ugly feeling every time she mispronounces the names of things certain circles were born knowing how to say, soft rumpled sheets that caress nude skin every night, perfect manicures and eyebrows and matched underwear sets, a greedy gaze that makes the observed feel oh so special
LINKS: dossier. / photos. / threads. / memes.
STATS.
NAME: Monica Roy
AGE: 30
DOB: March 7th
HOME: Tribeca, NYC
OCCUPATION: New York Philharmonic Board Liaison
AFFILIATION: Acquisitions Expert / SOCIETY
GENDER: Cis Female / Woman
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual but she'll flirt with anyone for the job - legal or otherwise
PERSONALITY.
THEME SONG: “You Know I'm No Good” by Amy Winehouse
POSITIVE TRAITS: Alluring, Intelligent, Soft-spoken, Sophisticated
NEGATIVE TRAITS: Venomous, Greedy, Insouciant, Manipulatable
MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral
MBTI: INTP
DEADLY SIN: Greed
HEAVENLY VIRTUE: Patience
CHARACTER PARALLELS: Ana Santos (Upgraded), Alex Hunter (White Collar), Bela Talbot (Supernatural), Maggie Collins (Leverage), Evelyn Carnahan (The Mummy 2), Gloria Windsor (Mozart in the Jungle), Celeste Pacquet (Industry), Abigail Chase (National Treasure)
BIOGRAPHY.
Monica was born in Los Angeles, but her mother got sick of living with her father, and ultimately took Claudia and her older sister to New York. Los Angeles was uncultured, her mother used to say. Taste was important.
Monica didn't really understand how her mother could claim this when her mother was only a cleaning lady for rich Upper East Side families.
Her mother encouraged her to study something sophisticated, something that would put her in the way of wealthy men she could marry. Monica decides to pursue Arts Management.
It does exactly what her mother envisioned. Suddenly Monica is developing a taste for the finer things in life. She attends cultural events, concerts, ballets, and more. To help pay for tuition though, she works for catering company. It's the most embarrassing thing when her new friends catch her serving canapes at a fundraiser.
Her first job is as a Special Events assistant at the MOMA, now helping organize special events at the museum like auctions, galas, fundraisers, etc. But these tantalizing tastes aren't enough. She wants more.
The Society recruits her, for the connections she has and the information she is able to gather by being a friendly face and sympathetic ear for privlileged folks with collections that are transported, with arts pieces they don't value enough.
The cop (Liam) who eventually becomes her husband catches her after she tries to sell an extra stolen piece of jewelry at a pawn shop. He lets her go...but she finds herself coming back to him again and again even though he's nothing like the sort of man she'd planned to marry.
Her mother is starting to have health issues, and her older sister wants to go to law school. There isn't enough money to cover both, so Monica has to step up, using her unique skills. She can't handle being in a marriage at the same time, can't put those burdens on him when he hadn't signed up for it, so she vanishes for a year.
Mistakes are made. Including coming back into his life, but she can't help herself. No one has ever made her feel the way he does. It falls apart again, this time permanent. Her mother has been moved into a long term care facility in upstate New York, and her sister is studying in Chicago.
An odd sort of loneliness has start to set in. She gets a new job as the board liaison to the New York Philharmonic, where she continues to make connections and track rich people with inventory to be stolen. It helps that people assume all Society members are steeped in the art scene, so she can skirt the periphery without getting caught. It's all the same circles anyway.
She gets a new apartment she can barely afford, and a black cat. It's starting to give her a complex about turning into a divorced childless cat lady because she turned 30 this year. But maybe this time, it'll feel like enough.
CONNECTIONS.
💔 LIAM ARCHER - ex husband
👼 GRIFFIN GALLO - claudia's mother worked for the gallos, sees him as a very tall baby even tho he has his own babies lol, indulges his flirting
🚙 RONNIE TORES - earned friendships, didn't like each at other at first, learned to trust each other and became friends over time through society heists
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the shooting had done little to sway the interest in babylon. that much was certain when the doors had finally reopened. when those with a wicked curiosity had stumbled through the entrance. even luciano would have done the same. for did they not all have an inkling of morbid curiosity ? to see what had shook and rattled those that had held the city within their clutches. perhaps that was the reasoning he had found himself at the bar. with a glass in hand and his gaze upon the crowds. until he heard the commotion. between a customer and one of his bartenders. a brow quirked, as he caught on to what was happening. before a sly smirk caught upon his lips. " to them, the only one right is me , " he couldn't help the tease as it rolled from his tongue. before he shifted his gaze to the bartender. a simple nod and the bottle was retrieved from the shelf. placed before lucky, along with two glasses. " they have a tendency not to trust easily, do forgive them . " he furthered, as he poured her a few fingers worth before himself. " try not to enjoy it too quickly, it's meant to be savored . "
lashes flutter low, veiling the eye roll as luciano exerts his power as the one in charge. she is in his dominion; as a trespasser, not even a messenger. that he is choosing to be generous only makes him that much more dangerous. well, monica thinks, preserving a shiny plastic smile when she takes her glass demurely, there was something to be said for self-destructive tendencies. "how could you tell i usually knock them back?" the slant of her mouth is somehow both self-deprecating and shameless. unapologetic yet playfully humble. "you an expert in tequila? i tried developing a palate for whiskey for a bit but..." she shrugs, then sniffs daintily at her glass. "so what makes this one so expensive? must be special."
"Don't worry, even if you had decided to share it I wouldn't have listened to your advice." Julien teased, his tone light hearted and playful. "Stalking me? Why's that are you trying to steal all of my incredible boxing tips? You really do look like you need them. I'd be happy to help you out, all you have to do is ask."
"rude!" the way she bares her teeth makes it clear she is only barking -- not biting. pausing her light jog she settles into a deliberately incorrect stance. "alright, sure. if i let you be all manly, and teach me correct form.......you'll put in a good word with the mayor for me about actually attending our next fundraiser gala? i have to make sure he comes, it looks so bad for the orchestra when they don't."
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Gabriel scoots his own stool over to give her space. He mumbles an agreement as he takes another drink. If the Serpents did have one thing over the Society, it was the work hours. Heists are much harder in the daylight. “I think I’ve given up sleeping.” Gabriel admits. Dreams have become nightmares since his father passed. Every bad thing he’d ever done comes back to haunt him since it was all for nothing. Gabriel swirls his drink. “An art piece turned out to be a fake.” He shakes his head in disappointment. “The worst part? It wasn’t even a good fake. A huge waste of time.” The heist went spectacularly. He would’ve left the building with it but thankfully, Gabriel's curiosity got the best of him and he looked at the piece before taking it. The lines, the texture, and even the signature were wrong. “I’ve had a bad day.”
"mm thanks for saving me the effort," she grins benignly at him. must have been a terrible forgery if he could see it with just a glance. that was the tricky thing about their line of business - verifying acquisitions was just as much about gathering intel and whispers among the elites. everyone wanted rare, stolen art....but no one could admit to owning it as much as they may want to share their trophies with the world. "seems to me you've been having a bad run. a bad few years even." it's too depressing a thought so she goads him with another smile. "but surely there must be a silver lining of some sort. you didn't get a piece of value....but you do know that security system intimately now don't you? that'll be helpful in the future, i'm sure. now you think of one."
Art wasn't the only thing Isadora has mastered to perfection throughout the years. Her taste for perfumes was equally refined as was her senses in general. She knew who approached her long before the woman had even spoken yet she remained silent until it was the other to speak her mind first. "Worried? No, not really." If she was anything, she'd use the word 'annoy' to describe it. Turning to face her, there was no sign of worry written over Isadora's delicate features. In fact, her eyes sparkled with dare. "Are you?" She paused, letting her words sink in. "We all have secrets and something tells me as alarming as these sound, they are only the beginning. Who knows what other dark things others share. I'm curious, though. What's the point of it all?"
there was something decidedly wicked about isadora - even her most innocent smiles had a hint of mischief to them, a certain air that dared people to get closer, to try and touch her without getting burned. it calls to the very instinct that had led monica down the rabbit hole into the gang life, a greedy corvid desire for just one more shiny object to hoard away. "i suppose as long as we haven't committed secret murders, we should be fine," monica replies lightly, "the littler secrets are of no consequence, right?"
she inhales and turns her attention back to the art. "to sow discord? although, there's no need to release blackmail for that, the gangs are at each other's neck enough already. what do you think?"
"of course," there was no need to mention this meeting hadn't been something she'd agreed to so much as been talked into. maxie got on her nerves and was floundering at best when it came to these sorts of things, but, well. he'd made some good points about the benefits of tossing a bit of money the symphony's way. "embracing change is something i hold to great importance. the taylor family has long appreciated the arts, but support, well. that's something my father never quite got around to." this can really humanize us, auggie. right now we just look like...like money robots. hardly eloquent, but he'd had a decent point.
"it's certainly important for us to make our mark, differently from how the generations before might have." monica's mother had been a cleaner, despite holding a master's degree in education. the roy daughters would lead very different lives, her mother's sacrifices demanded that they achieve upward social mobility. "the arts have long had the patronage of people with a....rather limited selection of taste, shall we say? tell me a little about your taste in music? have you been to the new york symphony very often?"
Status: Open @sinnerssquarestart
Location: The Velvet Oasis Hotel
the last couple days were a shitshow. someone was shot. the ghost of a founder of his former gang was calling him and giving cryptic messages. gabriel washed his hands of all of them a long time ago. but snakes are notoriously hard to get rid of. the whiskey in front of him kept him company as he sat at the hotel bar. it was late, and yet someone decided to pull up a seat at the bar. "late night?" he ponders, eyes going from the other person to the bartender.
"no," monica admits easily, flashing a quicksilver smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes as she takes the stool beside him. "harder to sleep these days, isn't it? these are the usual hours now." facing her empty bed was harrowing on the best days; as secrets unspooled over the city like a sticky web, being alone in the dark felt even more dangerous. "you?"
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"thank you so much for taking this meeting." claudia has upped her wiles to eleven, smile simpering and lips extra glossy. she looks like she belongs in fancy buildings, operating on behalf of old money families. "the new york symphony is really looking to refresh, bring in younger audiences. they think it'd help if the board reflected their modernity so...here i am! here to woo your funds away in the name of fine arts, sponsorship and philanthropy."
her palms are raised in faux surrender - so maybe she'd been trying to convince the bartender to open up one of the rarer bottles of tequila she knew babylon would carry. "i'm not trying to cause trouble i swear." she flashes pearly whites as she notices the de la cruz heir, fingers waggling hello. "just a girl trying to enjoy some high quality drink - isn't there some rule or something about the customer always being right?"
pretending to care about art had lost its charm the day claudia had realized that the only people who could afford to be curators, or gallery owners, etc. were the people who didn't have to pay their own damn bills. she can recite era, artist, style, common critiques with the best of them, but art no longer had that sparkly feeling of something rare and precious it did when she was a little girl dreaming of finery.
still, the society gallery is certainly miles better than those disgusting little dive bars some of the other gangs used. claudia hovers behind isadora, having already delivered the latest intel she'd acquired, debating whether it's worth asking what's actually on her mind. "are you worried?" she finally ventures. "about these texts? everyone has secrets, but these have been....alarming."
she loves when her daylight job and her moonlight job align so perfectly it feels like she's one complete person, instead of duelling identities fighting for a single host body. "valentina," she croons, all coy smiles and demure eyelashes and proper titles, as if they only know each other casually through professional circles. "i asked for lunch because we'll still be working - the symphony can expense it, i do have business to discuss....but maybe we can indulge in play first? where do you want to eat?"
{ starter for @liamjarcher | location: the stoop of his new place }
ohhh she's drunk. not hey-there-handsome-i'm-so-lonely-want-to-change-that drunk but i-should-cause-a-scene-right-who's-going-to-stop-me drunk. she meant to take home the cute bartender - couldn't get over someone until you got under someone new....or several someones... - but at some point the line of intoxication she'd been toeing as he plied her with more drinks than she'd ordered had slipped and skipped past fun to straight up sad.
the formal notice of their divorce had come in the mail today, fueling her drunken haze. she'd left without paying, didn't realize she'd put in the wrong address until the car was dropping her off in front of a doorway that wasn't familiar until she was re-reading the street name in the app. "liam..." she sing-songs outside his door while rapping on the wood in rhythm, "are we going to talk about this at all or are you just trying to give me a dose of my own medicine?" her frame tilts to the side, leaning heavily on the threshold. "come on, we can be civil!"
impatient, she dials his number, still saved under the contact name mi vida. "ring, ring! don't you want your ring back, asshole?!"
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{ starter for: @feralseph | location: a random bodega }
she only pops in because she needs something in her stomach before partaking in post work drinks and claudia knows what the number of her credit card bill looks like. it's not pretty, so tonight, she'll forgo way too expensive apps so she can go double on the drinks. usually, she's willing to be patient, let people go in front of her in order to win a little bit of goodwill. but she is in a tiny bit of a hurry so... "whenever i can't decide what to get, i just go for the hot cheetoes. can't go wrong. or the cheese puffs."
Boxing wasn't the kind of hobby the future mayor should partake in, that was something his parents told him constantly but that was also why he enjoyed it so much. In their mind it was gang activity. Id only they knew that their precious son had done worse than step foot in a boxing ring. He had been in the zone until he heard somebody approaching him. He held the bag he'd been punching still and turned to the person. "I hope you haven't come to critic my form. Actually... I'd welcome that it's most likely shocking.
claudia laughs, a calculated tinkling sort of sound meant to evoke the playful cameraderie she has shared with julien for some time now. "it really would be shocking given that this is maybe....the fourth time i've worn boxing gloves in my life?" how accurate her count is is entirely up for debate, but the sentiment is obvious from her poor form and technique as she hovers by julien's side. "i'm afraid i must admit that i'm actually here because i'm stalking you."
