["Bang bang, baby!"]

“Lotta people call me Doll... but you can just call me Boss.”

Indie RP/ask blog for Doll, an Epithet Erased OC

8 years of RP experience

Canon- & OC-friendly

Blog is ~PG-13, mun is 18+

M!A welcome

“Ehehhhh... well... the boss doesn’t like lettin’ me join in th’ large turf wars yet... but ah’m still darned good in a scuffle! Ah can handle m’self just fine, ‘n’ she knows it...”

He pauses to sulk for a moment, glancing off to the side.

“...Anywho. Ah’m also responsible fer th’ gang’s callin’ cards! Roses that we leave behind after a fight or a heist or whatever else have ya. Grow ‘em all m’self— much bigger and more colorful than anythin’ ya can buy anywhere else in th’ city, that’s fer sure!”

He pauses, scratching at the fabric of the bandanna around his neck.

“As for why ah joined... well. I didn’t have anywhere else t’ go, but the Boss saved m’ life! Ah owe her everything— she taught me how t’ fight, and how t’ train m’ Epithet, and... everything!”

[ “DORATA’S ROSES” CASE FILE #4 ]

[ LILLIUM LOMRI ]

ALIASES: Lily, Silver Vixen, Clip Chick, The Charmer

GENDER: Female (She/Her)

HEIGHT: 5’7” (170.18 cm)

AGE: 23

WEAPON: A Colt M1911 pistol with a lily lovingly carved into the wood of the grip. Deals 4 damage. Holds 8 bullets.

[ MUNDIE - CORE WORD: ‘VEXILLATION’ ]

Stamina: ⭐️⭐️⭐️ (3)

Proficiency: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ (5)

Creativity: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ (4)

Lily spends most of her time working as a flapper at one of the local bars of Sweet Jazz City, utilizing her job, her natural sense of charm, and her connections to gather intelligence, making her one of Doll’s most valuable informants.

Tap, tap.

Tap, tap.

Tap--

At the suddenly approaching sound, Doll’s turned around in her chair in the blink of an eye, a pistol already drawn from her jacket to point directly at--

-- a tall woman with white hair and perfectly-tanned skin, who... honestly doesn’t seem perturbed whatsoever, despite having a gun aimed directly at her head. She grins, moving one hand from where she’d been clutching a file folder to her chest with both arms, before idly pushing the pistol’s muzzle to the side with her index finger.

“Gooooood morning, Boss.~ Lovely greeting, as ever.”

Doll groans, already clicking the safety back on on the pistol before shoving it back into her jacket.

“Damn it, Lil, how many times have ah told’ja t’ knock?”

The woman smirks, leaning in closer. “Ahhh, I woooould... but it’s a lot more fun keeping you on your toes, heh. Aaaanyhow...”

She quirks a brow, shooting Doll a smug look as she teasingly wiggles the folder in front of her. “Do you want this information or not? I had to work my tail off to get it, y’know!”

There’s a brief pause as Doll slowly inhales through her nose, her eyes narrowed. Then she snatches the folder from Lily’s hands, grumbling under her breath.

Though, as she opens the folder and looks through its contents, she can’t help the small whistle that escapes her lips. Every last page is meticulously detailed and well-organized, key pieces of information highlighted... 

It’s not a surprise, really. She wouldn’t expect anything less from her best informant, after all.

Doll clicks her tongue begrudgingly before shooting Lily a distracted nod of approval.

“...Good job, Lil. Thank you.”

And then she winces, already catching the smug look on Lily’s face out of the corner of her eye.

“Aaaaanytime, Boss.~ So glad you like it!”

Doll has to resist the groan that threatens to make its way to the surface. It would only encourage the other woman’s shit-eating grin.

[ “DORATA’S ROSES” CASE FILE #3 ]

[ CYPRESS FIORELLO ]

ALIASES: Cy-Cy; Cyp; The Gardener

GENDER: Male (He/Him)

HEIGHT: 5’4” (162.6 cm)

AGE: 19

WEAPON: A dagger with a rose and thorns inscribed in the hilt. Deals 3 damage. 50% chance to inflict status effect “Bleed”.

[INSCRIBED - EPITHET: ‘FLOWER’ ]

Stamina: ⭐️⭐️ (2)

Proficiency: ⭐️⭐️⭐️ (3)

Creativity: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ (4)

Cypress Fiorello is the youngest recorded member of the Dorata’s Roses, and aside from its leader, is the only known Inscribed on the team. An avid gardener, Cypress grows every rose that the gang uses for calling cards himself.

Cypress scratches the back of his neck sheepishly.

“...Mmghh... usually I don’t like bringing up m’ Epithet, just ‘cause it’s a little, um. Embarrassing. And th’ wrong people could get their mitts on th’ information, but... I s’ppose if th’ Boss seems comfortable enough talkin’ to all of ya...”

He taps a finger to one of the flowers adorning his hair. You could swear it moves, ever so slightly, as though it’s alive...

Cypress puffs out his cheeks, looking rather torn between looking embarrassed or flattered.

“...Well. There is one Inscribed on m’crew—”

An unfamiliar, young voice pipes up from behind, causing Doll to blink and glance over her shoulder.

“An’ that’d be me!”

A fond smirk crosses Doll’s face even as she claps the younger-looking fellow on the shoulder.

“Nice timin’, Cy-Cy! This here’s Cypress, th’ only other Inscribed ah got on the team... well. That we know of, anyway. Aaaand he’s th’ youngest member, too, at nineteen years.”

His expression seems to sour somewhat, an embarrassed pout forming on his face.

“Fro... yo?”

She quirks a brow at that.

“Again. This target’s a ‘me’ problem.”

Her eyes narrow further, chewing on her lip almost subconsciously.

Subject: Doll

Orestes

You are Orestes from The Oresteia by Aeschylus, and you are haunted by a cycle of pain. You try your hardest to be a better person, but sometimes you wonder if you will stop feeling trapped by your past. You have a strong sense of justice, you are quick to protect and defend those you love, and you are not afraid to compromise your morals if that means you are settling the score. Eventually though, the consequences of your deeds will catch up to you, but that's okay, because sometimes looking your ugliness right in the eye is the greatest release.

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