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hey, wait a secondβ i could swear that was SAFIYE HATΔ°POΔLU that just walked past. donβt tell me you havenβt heard of the OPERATIVE of THE SPIDER LILIES? theyβve been a member for FOUR MONTHS and apparently theyβre actually LOYAL?, so make sure not to forget this time. iβve heard theyβre known as THE CHAMELEON, and i can tell you for sure that theyβre PERCEPTIVE and ENDURING on a good day, but i donβt think youβd like to see them when theyβre DISTRUSTING and AVOIDANT. rumour has it that they ARE A CON ARTIST ON THE RUN, but i donβt know if anyone has ever lived long enough to confirm it.
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β³ birth name: [ REDACTED ] β³ current alias: safiye hatipoΔlu β³ nicknames: saf, safi β³ age: thirty four β³ birthday: [ REDACTED ] ; current ID states april 27th, 1991 β³ zodiac sign: according to her current ID, she's a taurus β³ hometown: [ REDACTED ] β³ previous residences: istanbul, mykonos, portofino, london, nyc, chicago, miami, los angeles, portland β³ current residence: driftwood suites in coyote's rest, nv β³ length of time in residence: four months β³ affiliation: the spider lilies β³ role: operative
β³ faceclaim: hande ercel ethnicity: turkish height: 5β9β hair color: dark brunette eye color: chocolate brown notable scars: none tattoos and piercings: one tattoo β a (new) spider lily discreetly tattooed at the junction where left hip meets stomach and thigh ; each ear lobe pierced once
β³ father: ahmet yazici β last known alias ; deceasedΒ mother: lehman yazici β last known alias ; current whereabouts unknown siblings: one fraternal twin "older" brother ( open WC ) children: none sexual orientation: bisexual biromantic relationship status: single previous partner(s): it's complicated
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β³ a go bag stashed in the closet and a pile of passports in a drawer, always looking over one shoulder, a knife slipping in as easy as the dress slipped off, taillights disappearing over the horizon, the dregs of whiskey at the bottom of a glass, an ashtray filled with red stained cigarette butts, perfume on pulse points, abandoned faith, always one foot out the door, trust issues that have trust issues, little white lies and even bigger black ones, a silk strap sliding off a shoulder, a bated breath, a whispered name, always having an excuse, but more importantly an escape plan, naked naps,Β disheveled hair, leather jackets stolen from old almost somethings, family rings and family rap sheets, unfinished lines of poetry scribbled on a forgotten page.
tw: con artistry and implied sex work (of a sort), implied assault of an unidentified kind
this is a story that begins and ends the same way. with a girl. with a game. with a new name.
if she ever existed before the summer her mother pulled her aside and shared their family βsecretβ, safiye doesnβt remember it. she doesnβt remember ever just being a girl, a daughter, a friend. she doesnβt remember playing tag in a big backyard, feet bare and knees muddy. she doesnβt remember a cherished dog from her childhood, either, ambiguous in breed and adorably ugly.Β
she doesnβt remember because, while those anecdotes have preceded many a story thatβs spilled from safβs lips they never actually happened.
no, safiyeβs childhood was spent checking into new penthouse suites of whatever luxury hotel proclaimed itself to be the best for seeing and being seenβ or spent stuffing six people to one seedy motel room, the kids asleep in a tangle of gangly limbs on the floor because the beds were for counting stacks of money, not people. pets had no place in a life spent always on the go.
but forget the pets. more importantly, it was saf that had no placeβ particularly because, in each new city and every new school, she was rarely safiye at all.Β
sibel onarΔ±cΔ±. hale denktaΕ. sevda akman. zeynep gΓΌlpΔ±nar. melek daΔtekin.
in thirty four years of life sheβs been so many versions sheβs no longer sure where one ends and the other begins. hell, sheβs lucky she even remembers which one of them she was genuinely born with. such a problem was probably par for the course when tied to a family that makes their money by conning others out of theirs.
her parents, leman and ahmet, always had eyes bigger than their bank account and, when theyβd exhausted the pool of unsuspecting fools around their home country of turkiye (and risked detection, because people talked) they set their sights abroad. it was only a year or two into their new base of operations that they encountered the Ledgerβsβ not that that was the familyβs true name. neither was leman and ahmet her parents real names, for that matter.
what they called each other didnβt matter, though. having somehow found another family with ambitions and morals so similar to their own, the four quickly banded together and took their kids along for the ride.
for a while, for longer than ever wanted to inspect or admit, the reality of her childhood was fun. βitβs like playing dress up, or pretend,β her mother would whisper enthusiastically while combing out her hair and quizzing her on who theyβd be that day, that month, that year. young saf didnβt realize that their βgameβ was breaking several laws.Β
and then, for longer than she wished to inspect or admit, she didnβt think much of it one way or the other once she grew old enough to understand. maybe it was the farthest thing from honest but when sheβd lived hundreds of lives under just as many names it was the only thing real she had to lean on.Β
safiye wrapped the teachings of her mother around her like a safety blanket, eager to please and earn praise for a job well done. the yawning pit inside of her soul that desperately wanted to be filled craved her approval and that of her father most of all. it hungered for validation that something about her, even something false, was right. and, on the hard days, the uncertain days, the days when a bit of that wool slipped from her eyes and her head began to spin with fear and discomfort and doubt, she turned to the others.
the general. the magician. the mimic. the silver snake. the bomb.
in the absence of identities they could keep close and grow into saf and the five other kids forced to follow the whims and schemes of their respective parents gave names to themselves.
there was the general, her best and closest friend. she was the strategist behind every move they made, every lie they told, every mask they slipped over their faces. she was the instruction manual without which everyone would be lost.
safβs only sibling, the magician, never failed to get them out of even the stickiest situations, be it through means of brains or brawn.
the mimic was basically michelangelo, if michelangelo dealt in mayhem and deceit instead of art. they could make anything, from fake IDs to physical disguises look legit, and there was rarely a role they couldnβt wear like a second skin.
the bomb, the youngest of them all, was the one to watch out for. the one at risk of detonating without a moment's notice, whether their destruction served a purpose or not.Β
and then, perhaps most of all, there was the silver snake. anastasios papadopoulos. her best friendβs older brother. the one who could charm anyone into anything and make them believe it was their idea in the first place.
make no mistake, out of them six he was the most dangerous of all.
a danger to their victims, a danger to safβs sanity, a danger to her heart. never had another person understood her and misunderstood her so completely and all at the same time. on the surface they despised each other, a con against themselves and their families most of all, but nobody knew of the quiet moments. the moments when they unraveled in front of each other, sometimes for each other. the moments that they shed their facades and saw each other for who they were underneath it allβ good, bad, utterly despicable and somehow still worth saving.Β
without any one of them in the operation everything would fall apart, but it was him who saf was certain she couldnβt survive without. even when she knew heβd be at the epicenter of her demise.Β
together, little spiders in their parentsβ webs, they banded together and always, always answered when another called. until one day they didnβt. he didn't.
there was nothing remarkable about the second morning that changed everything in safiyeβs life. when she thinks back on it no waving red flag of warning comes to mind. no sixth sense that guided her to linger in the driveway before sauntering through those doors and into the party. like many of her other jobs this game was supposed to be simple. easy. so familiar she could do it with her eyes closed. if all went to plan (and why wouldnβt it?) she would be doing it with her eyes most likely closedβ quite literally.Β
the siren. the vixen. the nymph.
in a way her name was the only one given, not chosen around a dying bonfire and a game of cards. call it a blessing or a curse, but it was abundantly clear how sheβd best serve the familiesβ interest by the time she turned sixteen. and once she turned eighteen (their parents werenβt total monsters, probably) she was called on to fulfill her duty.
mostly, saf didnβt care. sheβd learned early on through witnessing her own mother bargain away her body in the name of the con that it was just that. a body. a thing of skin and blood and bones to be used to her advantage. besides, it was better to do it herself than to watch the obligation pass down to her best friend.Β
so, in short, aside from the fact that it was an unsanctioned con run unbeknownst to their parents, nothing felt out of the ordinary that night. they waltzed through the towering front doors arm in arm, saf setting off to find her mark while her best friend got ready to intercept the transfer of funds. her brother shouldβve been waiting just a street away, the getaway car running and its trunk packed with their bags. they'd gone over the plans a dozen times to make sure she'd get out right before things went too far.Β
except that's not what happened. when saf discretely pressed βcallβ on the phone hidden in her tiny clutch taz didn't pick up. the signal to move in went unanswered.
and nobodyβnot her mother, their partners in crime, her brother, or her friendsβknows what really happened that night as a result.
saf intended to keep it that way.
but no matter how tight lipped she and her best friend remained when her brother finally pulled up nowhere near the predetermined pick up point, finding them both pale and shivering wet, it was obvious something wasnβt right.Β something that altered them so fundamentally that when their families gathered for the next game... they didnβt.Β
safiye and her best friend ran, and they kept running, until they'd crossed too many state lines to easily track.Β
having already spent so much time on the run, their visit to coyote's rest was meant to be a detour, not a destination. and maybe it would've been, had safiiye not decided to attempt one last job. one last con, despite every promise to go straight, so that they could finally afford the kind of papers needed to put down roots with a clean slate.
she's not sure what, exactly, tipped the spider lilies off. perhaps it was just because they, too, were adept at noticing everything without being noticed themselves. either way, the outcome remained the same: she'd been found out, a day late and a dollar shy of marking the mark that could have finally, officially, got them both out of the life for good.
taking the spider lilies up on their 'offer' to work for them wasn't so much a decision as it was being left with little other choice. their parents, they could run from. an entire criminal enterprise? not quite.
it's been four months now since safiye agreed. four months since she felt the ink of their brand sink and settle underneath her skin permanently. she tells herself she's grateful they saw enough in her that day to bring her on as an asset rather than eliminate her as a problem, but the truth is she's right back where she started and stuck where she began...
as a little girl lost in a womanβs body. in a game she didnβt win. with a name that died as surely as her faith did those nights it all went to shit.
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β³ safiye has had plenty of things in life, but rarely has she ever gotten to actually keep them. friends were abandoned. loves lost. designer dresses, handbags, and jewelry all left behind when, suddenly, they needed to go and go now. she's so used to people and things being temporary that the idea of permeance is almost unfathomable. she still hasn't bothered to decorate their new apartment or even really unpack.
β³ the only thing she owns that she considers of true "value" is what others would call trash. it's an ice cream cone wrapper from a parlor she's long since forgotten the name of, but the memory attached is one she often revisits when life feels a little too hard. she used to keep it tucked between the pages of a favorite book but, these days, it's wedged in between her phone and its case.
β³ whatever it says about her as a person (and surely it says a lot) saf didn't even hate the family games all that much. it's hard to have a preference for a different way of life when conning is all you've ever known. as she aged it became very clear what role she'd play within their little organization and, for better or worse, she played it well. a little too well.
β³ despite the very obvious role she was slotted to play in all of their schemes, safiye was never forced to actually sleep with the marks. yes, she was encouraged to do whatever it took to get the job done, but promises could be just as effective any actual reward.
β³ in the aftermath of that night in california, safiye was the one who invoked a childhood pact between themβone that obligated the other to agree without question or complaintβand begged for them to make an escape. she didn't do it for herself, though, even if she framed it that way. in reality, she did it for her best friend. she cares little about herself at the end of the day but would do anything, risk anything, lose anything, to protect her.
β³ being part of the spider lilies comes with a lot conflicting emotions for saf. on one hand, she doesn't love being beholden to another set of authority figures with no say in or control over her future. on the other hand, it's almost a relief to not only stop running, but be back "in" the game. despite being the one to force their fresh start and clean slate she's terrified she's not actually built to do life "honestly".
β³ although she'd be considered more loyal to the spider lilies than treacherous, her loyalty is tentative at best. always tentative at best. safiye will remain loyal so long as their protection remains in tact. so long as they continue being the best option. if it ever came down to a choice between the allegiance sworn or the few she loves... well. past actions have already proven she'll always, without fail, choose them first.
β³ because the majority of her roles within the family games involved dangling herself like bait and bearing it all for a mark, she was prohibited from getting any tattoosβeven well hidden onesβso that she could never be easily identified through a distinguishing mark. getting the spider lily tattooed four months ago was a first for her, and easily the most terrifying part of the entire situation she'd found herself in. not because she's scared of needles, but because she knew exactly how her mom would react if she ever found out. and yes, even in her thirties, she's still scared of her own mother more than anything else.
β³ similarly, because her body was her best (and only) asset, she spent her life being treated with kid gloves. in her mom's eyes, to let herself get hurt bad enough to cause a scar would have been a crime far worse than any of the cons they pulled off.
β³ even though she doesn't have proof, safiye suspects her mom had something to do with her father's death. lehman always had her eyes set on far bigger jobs and equally bigger prizes than her father. while he was content to keep living small job after small job in hopes of staying under the radar she didnβt want to just βget byβ. saf suspects she wanted him out of her way and orchestrated it into existence.
β³ if there's one thing safiye knows how to do beyond using her looks to get what she needs, it's how to act dumb for smart reasons. she learned early on that being considered little more than a pretty face and a nice pair of tits can just just as advantageous as wielding those nice tits in the first place. but, for as much as she knows and uses both to her own benefit, deep down she's scared that's all s he'll ever be. that nobody will ever want her as much as they want her body. that they'll never even care enough to look beyond her exterior to learn who she is inside.
β³ as someone who's spent their life getting by through playing others, she's terrified of getting played in return. the second she thinks someone has ulterior motives to fuck her over she acts first... sometimes only realizing the threat was only ever in her head and they were innocent after it's already too late.
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β³ fraternal twin "older" brother ( 34m, masquerading as 36+ ; open wc ) - growing up their parents decided it was more advantageous to pretend they were different ages and so that's the story that stuck. the fact that they're actually twins is such a tightly guarded secret that, oftentimes, even they forget that little detail, themselves. known as "the magician" within their little band of six miscreants (aka the six children between the papadopoulos family and their own). be it through brains or brawn, he's the one who's extremely adept at getting them out of even the stickiest of situations. he's extremely protective of their little group, but of safiye most of all. if asked, saf would say he's "war on legs, but i'm pretty sure the one he's really at war with is himself". i imagined out of the them all he's the stoic/serious/surly one, but that's not necessarily set in stone.
β³ the general aka the best friend ( 34f ; open wc, in tandem with @slamina ) - she's taz' little sister and safiye's absolute best friend. where one went the other always followed. she was there the night everything went wrong in california and, right now, the only other person besides safiye herself who knows what really happened. they ran off together following the events of that night and have been on the run together ever since. she has no idea saf lied about needing to escape it all, or that safiye actually pushed them down this path because she thought it was what was needed to be done to protect her. as far as their family games were concerned, she was the strategist. the instruction manual theyβd all be lost without. academically brilliant and the key player behind every con theyβve pulled off over the last decade+. while their parents are the ones who ultimately decide which con to go for, which mark to target, etc. it was only after she'd already presented them with several well thought and meticulously planned out options. she's the type whose backup plans have backup plans, and a computer whiz wh'os skilled in being able to get otherwise hard to find or inaccessible information.
β³ the silver snake ( taken by anastasios papadopoulos ) - over the course of their lives he's been a little bit of everything to safiye. her new acquaintance, her rival, her "cousin", her "husband", her "agent", her "boss"βany and every role their parents could possibly conceive of. the one and, really, only thing he's never been is hers. not really. not in any way she could ever trust. on the surface everyone thinks they can't stand each other (and that's at times true) but, really, there's always been an unshakeable bond between them that neither has ever figured out what to do with. toward the end, before safiye and his sister made their escape, things felt like they were shifting. the acting and intimacy required for certain cons suddenly didn't feel like acting at all. except every time she thought taz was on the same page, something happened to shake that suspicion. hot would turn cold. in the end they never talked about itβwhatever it wasβbefore she took off.
β³ the mimic and the bomb ( 38m & 32m ; open wc's in tandem with @slamina ) - these two round off the rest of the six and both are part of the papadopoulos siblings. "the mimic" is the type who can make anyone look like anyone and anything fake look legit. within the group they were largely in charge of all disguises or appearance alterations, and, if necessary, forging documents and IDs, etc. theyβre also a bit of a social chameleon, able to fit into any group or fade away into the background unseen. "the bomb" was always the wildcard, reckless in all ways and known for blowing up without notice whether it was to their benefit or not. during cons they were often used as the decoy or distraction. it was rare for their parents to afford them any more responsibility than that because they "weren't sure whether or not they could be trusted enough to stick to the plans".
β³ familiar faces in new places ( open ) - i'll separate this as needed, but for now it includes anyone she's ever met outside of coyote's restβmore likely than not during one of her many cons. they could have been the mark, themselves, somebody close to one of the marks, someone simply in the vicinity at the time who recognizes her as someone else vs who she says she is now, someone entirely outside of it all she met and befriended, only to disappear, etc. it could also be anyone she met in the time spent on the run before ending up here. either way, they know she's not who she claims to be.
β³ at the scene of the crime ( open ) - similar to the above, but this chara would have specifically been there the night everything went wrong in california, prior to saf + her best friend going on the run. maybe they don't have all the pieces of the puzzle, or haven't connected all the dots, but seeing her now, under a new name, has them starting to figure it out.
β³ am i the hunter, or the prey? ( open ) - this chara doesn't necessarily need to be another con artist by trade but they wanted something she had (or had access to) and deceived her into getting it. maybe they were meant to be safiye's mark during a previous con and, in reality, they were playing her right backβcould be because they knew who she was and what the families were up to, wanting to take from their ill begotten gains or because they believed the lies about who they said they were and sought something to do with their facadesβor maybe they had nothing to do with the job. maybe she met them while in the middle of one, thought they were sincere in their attention, only to find out she was wrong. either way, the truth eventually came out and chaos ensued. despite every other reason in her life leading up that point, they are one of the biggest sources of her current trust issues.
β³ the "mistake" ( open ) - they were meant to be a mark. technically, they were the mark. but, for whatever reason, saf tipped them off / pulled the plug. to her family she pretended it was all an accident and ate the consequences that followed for her "mistake". whether or not they knew about the con itself or were left none the wiser is up for plotting!
β³ the new assignment ( open ) - they're affiliated with one of the other gangs in town and, unbeknownst to them, she's been tasked with getting close in order to gain information for the spider lilies. at the start they wouldn't know about her own affiliations or motives, but eventually it could come out! β on the flip side, maybe it's someone who's been tasked by their own organization to get close to her, assuming that she'd be easy to turn (or deceive) given how new she is in town and within the spider lilies
β³ the mutual benefit ( open ) - they might not be great at talking or opening up, but that hardly matters when they're adept at getting each other out of their clothes. their motives are utp but, for once, saf's not offering herself up to someone out of duty or deception. she's doing it for herself. for the distraction. for the fun of it all, even if they both know in each other's beds is where their story begins and ends.
β³ new friends ( open ) - pretty self explanatory, but anyone she's met since moving to coyote's rest and befriended. they could be in the spider lilies as well or from another gang. maybe they know about each others affiliations, maybe they don't. the actual terms are up for plotting and all very fluid!
β³ the ex ( open ) - they met during one of the rare occasions when safiye was actually in one place for more than a handful of seconds. could have been during a long con, or in a longer break between two jobs. either way, they're the only person she's ever truly dated without ulterior motives attached. she thought she could've grown to love them, probably, if given enough time but eventually she left like she always does.
hey, wait a secondβ i could swear that was MARGOT "SHAY" SCHAFFER that just walked past. donβt tell me you havenβt heard of the LAUNDERER of THE JACKALS? theyβve been a member for THREE YEARS and apparently theyβre actually LOYAL, so make sure not to forget this time. iβve heard theyβre known as THE PRODIGAL DAUGHTER, and i can tell you for sure that theyβre AUTHENTIC and DAUNTLESS on a good day, but i donβt think youβd like to see them when theyβre POSSESSIVE and IRRATIONAL. rumour has it that they TOOK OVER NEON GRAVE FROM THEIR DAD AFTER HE WENT TO JAIL, but i donβt know if anyone has ever lived long enough to confirm it.
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β³ name: margot marianna schaffer nicknames: to nearly everyone (but her mother) she goes by shay β a byproduct of always being called βbaby shay / baby schafferβ when following her dad around the old clubhouse as a child ; a rare few whoβve known her for a long time might call her mags or maggie, as itβs another lingering remnant of childhood ; m&m β exclusive to her father ; anyone who dares to call her marge / margie does so at their own risk age: thirty six birthday: to be determined zodiac sign: to be determined hometown: split between forth worth, tx and coyote's rest, nv
β³ father: charles βquickdrawβ schaffer, jackals member ; currently incarcerated at high desert state prisonΒ step-mother: lorna schaffer mother: susanne wells, nee mcnaulty ; currently resides in forth worth, tx step-father: preston wells ; currently resides in fort worth, tx siblings: one half sibling on her fatherβs side β WC ; two younger half siblings on her motherβs side, ages 22 and 17 children: none sexual orientation: bicurious heteroromantic relationship status: single previous partner(s): rafael grenados
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β³ overdue bills on the table and bail money in a mason jar, lipstick kisses on the rim of an ice cold beer, an unchecked temper, untamed hair, holding on far longer than sanity can afford, a switchblade in hand and a bat behind the bar, worn leviβs and muddy boots, a thin rim of candle wax clinging to the bottom of the jar, citrus and sugar with a hint of bourbon and smoke, peach rings, spiked tea.
born to the twenty year old daughter of a texas oil magnate and an outlaw with more charm and good looks than sense, margot βshayβ schaffer is the product of barely legal rebellion and bad decisions made on the back of a bike. her mother, young and intrigued by the novelty of what a reckless life he led, thought she was in love. her father, on the other hand, just thought he was in for a good timeβleast of all because he already had a wife.
susanne found out he wasn't nearly as available as advertised around the same time her pregnancy test popped two pink lines.
learning she was the other woman, not the only woman, should've been enough to admit defeat and go home, but her mom was nothing if not stubborn. instead of giving up she stuck around. got a rental on the outskirts of town, gave birth one morning in march, and tried every trick in the book to keep his eye.
some days it seemed to be working but, despite any and all promises on charlie's end to pick her, it never happened. no matter how many nights he started off in susanne's bed, they always ended in his own.
when it became clear nothing she said did would ever truly tempt him into making a real commitment she finally left vegas, furious and jilted, for good.
from that point forward, shay's childhood became a balancing act between two vastly different worlds: rigorous school years spent in fort worth with her momβsurrounded by the same country clubs and old money expectations susanne once tried to escape herselfβand las vegas summers with her dad, where the dirt, dust, and dive bars felt more honest than anything waiting back in texas.
summers with charlie became shay's favorite part of the entire year. she learned to ride a dirt bike before she learned to drive a car. could change a tire, pour a proper beer, and curse like a sailor by age twelve. it came as little surprise that, by the time she graduated high school, shay decided to move in with him permanently.
texas only ever tried to mold her into something respectable. into something she was not. nevada asked for very little and offered freedom return.
of course, alongside that freedom, it also offered rafe.
the son of another member of her father's club, rafael grenados was her best friend far longer than he was anything else. to this day, neither could probably pinpoint exactly when that line got crossed. all shay can say for sure is that it did, and nearly a decade of chaos followed in the wake of that first kiss.
because when they were good? they were great. but when they were bad, everyone within a five mile radius suffered for it.
by their mid-twenties they'd called things off and picked them right back up so many times, and in such short succession, most friends stopped even trying to track the status of their relationship. everyone knew it'd change again in a matter of minutes. when one swore that time was the last time, nobody bought it.
hell, even shay didn't think she'd ever truly be able to walk away from rafe... until she did.
the year she turned twenty-six everything finally boiled over. a massive fight with rafe ended what felt like the hundredth version of their relationship, only this time she followed through. she packed her belongings. left town. shay cut contact with almost everyone who mattered and drifted in and out of random cities in unfamiliar states, working odd jobs and dating others she never truly cared about just to prove she could.
shay refused to return to coyote's rest no matter how often she thought about it and, for seven years, she didn't cave. when her dad found himself into some trouble and, eventually, behind the bars of a cell, though, that changed.
inheriting his bar felt less like a gift and more like a penance needing to paid. she only intended to come back long to make sure it fell into far more qualified hands. to make sure his pride and job would survive long enough to see him get back out. instead three years later, she still hasn't left. not only hasn't she left, but she's now wearing a jackal's chain around her wrist just like charlie... and rafe.
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β³ as a kid she developed a reputation for finding trouble even when trouble wasnβt looking for her. itβs a trait that she carries to this day.Β
β³ where shay was loud, impulsive, and constantly testing boundaries, rafe was always the quieter and more measured of the two. he was often the one talking her out of bad ideas. she was usually the one convincing him to have them in the first place.
β³ sheβs loyal to a fault once youβve earned her trust but absolutely ruthless if you betray it.Β her grudges don't have an expiration date, either. she keeps them around like little pets.
β³ she has a baseball bat behind the bar for when patrons get out of line and at least once has made good on a promise to introduce it to some asshole's kneecaps. and the windshield of their car.
β³ shay was given her motherβs last name at birth but susanne eventually married and, when shay was sixteen, began pressuring her to take his last name, too. out of spite, she petitioned the court and legally changed her last name to charlieβs instead.Β
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β³ paternal half sibling ( open ) - this would be charlie's child with his wife. they could be older or younger than shay, and last name would be schaffer unless they're married. the dynamic between them, growing up and now, is entirely up for discussion! maybe they're close. maybe they're close? maybe they've always resented her, even more so now that she got the bar? anything is game.
β³ cousins ( open ) - her dad was born and raised in the area, so shay could absolutely have cousins around town. must be at least half white unless adopted.
β³ the habit she can't break ( taken by rafael grenados ) - are they on? off? nobody ever knows. they break up as often as they make up and have been stuck in that pattern since day one. even several years apart hasn't seemed to change that. it's no secret that she loves him, but a lack of love has never been their problem. it's that they're both too destructive and afraid of handing over the power to be hurt to really give themselves an honest shot. every time they come close, one decides to detonate the relationship again.
β³ cross country liasons ( open ) - this would be anyone shay metβa friend, an enemy, a fling, a relationship, a ONS or FWBs arrangementβ during the seven years she was gone from coyote's rest.
β³ neighbors ( open ) - shay currently rents a place in jackrabbit's row. gimme the neighbor who comes over most nights to bitch about their day and share a beer. gimme the neighbor who's sick of always overhearing another one of her and rafe's fights. gimme the neighbor who let themselves in and learned she keeps a shotgun by the door the hard way.
β³ neon grave ( open ) - literally anyone she knows through the bar. employees, customers, a new face that's been hanging around lately that shay doesn't trust, maybe even someone who wants the bar for themselves and has been trying to convince her to sell? someone who claims they could help her get it back up off the ground but has ulterior motives?
β³ childhood friends ( open ) - shay spent every summer in coyote's rest before moving to town permanently at 18, so this could be anyone else who grew up in the area. dynamic now is completely up for discussionβesp. if they're affiliated with a different gang!
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