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Financial instability and strife reigned over young Alexander Barrett’s life; poverty and crushing responsibilities became the weight he was forced to bear. Never truly exposed to anything but life in the projects, Alex spent most of his younger childhood years roughing around with some of the neighborhood kids and dreaming of a day when they’d all make it in the big leagues; some of his friends aspired to excel in sports, while others prayed to God that they could keep their asses in school long enough to earn degrees and get solid jobs in the more middle-class areas of the Bronx or even, God willing, another one of New York City’s heavily-populated, compact boroughs. But Alexander, with a mother who was barely able to scrape up enough money to get by for the two of them in their closet of an apartment with two weekday jobs and an additional one on the weekend, knew that getting out of the city and onto making a decent income was less than realistic. And, despite the drastic decrease in crime in the Bronx over the course of the last few decades, the world continued to spit on the boy from the Bronx with a hardened heart and a battered soul. And so young Alexander, pessimistic about the world around him, stumbled into a life of crime and mischief from a young age. As soon as he was old enough to understand what poverty meant and how hard his mother–his beautiful, caring mother, Genevieve–worked to provide for him, Alexander decided to help her out as best as he could. When he was too young to get a job, he’d shoplift clothes from secondhand clothing shops and would tell her that some of the older boys at school had traded him for it in exchange for some help on their homework; he’d snatch food from local grocery stores and would scatter it throughout their kitchen, praying to God his mom didn’t catch on. And the minute he was old enough to legally obtain a job of his own, Alex started working for one of the local car garages. First as a mechanic’s assistant, and then, finally, helping out with the cars themselves. But still, his lust for power and security–for stealing what he believed was owed to him and his mother–grew with age, and by the time he was sixteen, Alex was eaten up with the urge to control the world around him. So he hung out with kids on the wrong side of the tracks; began to make a name for himself on the street. He made an effort not to terrorize people, but took what he thought he deserved. He was just, but stern; he was understanding, but not forgiving. And, most importantly, he’d caught the eye of some older boys who had graduated from high school already; boys who had an in with the Irish Mafia. And they…they wanted Alex for their own. Because while Alexander’s deadbeat, no-good father had deserted him and his mother the minute he found out Genevieve was pregnant, he had passed on his good Irish name (which Genevieve had promptly refused to give her son, gifting him with her English one instead), his quick temper, and–much to Alexander’s dismay–his thick head of brown curls to his only son. So without his mother knowing, Alexander plunged into a life of crime. He took up with lower members of the Irish mafia, working his way up the ladder and putting school–and his other responsibilities–on the backburner. He was raking in more cash than he ever had before, and even more so, he was making a name of himself. His mother was proud of him for all the wrong reasons; she thought her son had gained a promotion at work and was working long and tireless hours in the hopes of helping them and saving up for an education for himself. Alex, who still worshiped and adored his mother, couldn’t bear to break her heart by telling her the truth. For a long while, he told himself that things were best this way; that it was easiest and safest for Genevieve Barrett if she didn’t know who (or, more specifically, what) her only son had become. He lied, cheated, and gambled his way out of everything. He was a smooth talker, a charmer, ruthless, and ambitious as hell. He quickly surpassed in rank all of the friends he’d made in the mafia, proving that he was indispensable and invaluable to their organization. Genevieve began to notice a change in her son–one that worried her–but by the time she had decided to approach him about it, it was too late. Alexander was in too deep…and the thrill he got from working with the mafia was too large to even entertain the idea of quitting or walking away now. Besides, he knew too much; far too much.

With great power came great responsibility, Genevieve Barrett would have said, and the words ricocheted through Alexander’s skull like a restless bullet the day his mother died. A balmy spring evening, with promises whispering through the trees, rustling their branches and whistling through the busy city streets, Genevieve Barrett’s carpet became stained with the thick, syrupy taint of her blood. Her corpse was a message, her blood the price of a feud between the Irish and Italian mobs gone awry. Genevieve’s death was a message made for Alexander Barrett, the up and coming prodigy of Mob Boss Ronan Flanagan. And while her death should have cowed and evoked fear into Alexander’s heart, it served to fuel him with a rage unlike anything he had ever known before.

grace, back at it again, i also rp claudia @cannovas so!! trying 2 make this as painless as possible. pls like or comment if u wanna plot with her specifically or claudia even and i’ll come @ u. <3

[ AUDREY HARMON ] has arrived at Arcadia and is a [ 40 ] year old ESCORT, who can be mistaken for [ RACHEL MCADAMS ]. [ SHE ] are said to be [ PANSEXUAL ] and quite [ COMPASSIONATE, EXPERIENCED, FRIENDLY & TRUSTING, STUBBORN, IMPULSIVE ], and into [ EDGING, TOYS, SOFT BDSM ], but despise [ ANAL, SCAT, WATERSPORTS ]. They arrived at Arcadia on [ APRIL 27th 2017 ].

EARLY LIFE. 

originally from france. grew up in poverty and did her best in school because she wanted out. 

her parent (mom) was never really around because she was always working to support the little they had, because of this audrey learned independence early on. instead of misbehaving and finding the party scene she dug deeper into her studies. 

when she was younger in the 90′s sexuality wasn’t as open as it is now or as accepting. but she’s pan. proud now she say she can be in love with everyone and not get shunned for it. 

so she got into university but her grades weren’t good enough for the doctors program so she slipped into nursing. she loved the medical field and being able to help people. the sick. the weak. the wounded. she has a knack for broken things. 

MID-LIFE TO CURRENT. 

time progressed and reaching her 30′s she was surprised how fast her life was going. her mother was on her for not settling down and urging her that her mother clock was running out. however until this day audrey doesn’t have kids. pets, sure. but she’s always been content with herself and her friends. figures if it comes down to it she’ll adopt one day. 

her 30′s are a whirlwind because she got back into school with the intention of becoming a doctor. but she struggled with fiances due to never really getting out of poverty and her debt from school. so she juggled jobs between nursing to keep up leaving her exhausted often but still positive. this is where beck jameson comes in!!

so beck and her met because she took a side job as a nurse for the mafia. she was on call so able to keep her distance from the trouble scene. but it paid good. she’d patch up members and distribute medications and such. quickly and quite fast she fell in love with beck. 

so they were engaged and audrey felt more than content. feeling like she’d never really found her path in life/been complete and beck shows up and changes her world. they were to get married but ultimately beck left audrey at the alter. this shook audreys world and devastated her. she had no answers and was left to assume she’d fallen for another or just didn’t want her anymore. 

this left audrey slightly insecure with herself. everything seemed to shift and so she dropped her path to becoming a doctor. she lost her muse and drive as a nurse and dropped that, too. she needed something fresh but with all her debt she knew she needed money fast. 

in comes, arcadia. she has always been shy with sexual relations/private. and still is. she’s kinda dumb and for audrey days are weeks in this place. in a sense she likes helping people get off, because she’s always liked helping people, she’s just going through the motions though. kind numb. 

PERSONALITY & MISC. 

she’s very soft and kind. will go out of her way to help someone out. a total pushover ngl asdhfjk

doesn’t intend to stay here permanently but tbh it’s all she really has rn so :\ 

despite being in her 40s she’s very wise??? in her time she’d essentially lived a lot of lives and so she knows her stuff

birthplace: los angeles, california  hometown: johannesburg, south africa

meet atticus of the esteemed multibillion-dollar family. he’s the great-grandson of the jean paul getty, founder of the getty oil company. his father, andrew getty, founded the getty images corporation while is mother, ariadne wilding, is a south-african based actress turned socialite. 

he has a younger brother named alonzo getty. shortly after his birth, the family relocated from america to cape town where they eventually settled in sandhurst (the most expensive neighborhood in johannesburg). atticus and alonzo attended the most prestigious preparatory school in south africa, and eventually were sent off to an elite all-boys private school.

always known as the creative kid, atticus dabbled in different mediums of art, from painting to music. he eventually fell in love with photography when he was in high school, taking after his father. 

attended university at the royal college of art in london, where he officially pursued photography. 

following his graduation, he became a socialite for some time, doing photography on the sideline. andrew wanted his son to follow in his footsteps to take over the getty images company, but atticus desired life outside the corporate setting.

at twenty-three, atticus spent a year traveling the world to take photos, which he would upload on his website. because of this project, he gained recognition online. 

came to arcadia shortly after he turned twenty-five as another act of defiance against his father. he had discovered the place beforehand from his socialite friends, who surprised him to a trip on the island for his birthday. 

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS

friends ( m/f ) - if your character grew up rich, then there’s a chance that they would’ve been from the same circle of friends. 

ex-girlfriend/s 

flirtationships 

friends with benefits 

hey guys. i’m q and this is my problematic child, beck. i was around a while back with a similar character but due to college work and hand up dates, i had to leave, but listen, i rly want to get back into this. so let me tell you about beck and we could maybe get onto plotting.

beck came from a rich family.. but unlike their neighbours in the wealthy area they lived in.. their parents weren’t ceo’s.. they weren’t lawyers or neurosurgeons.. beck’s mother was daughter to one of the biggest organised crime bosses in australia. 

as soon as beck was eighteen, they wiggled their way into their grandfather’s business, working their way up the ranks. doing whatever deadass job they were asked, no matter how little it was. beck done anything to prove that they could be party of the ‘company’. 

the mafia had a facade for it’s income, their front face was a company that produced sports cars. second to none. they seems all too legit tbh.. showing up for different conferences around the world, even producing their ‘green energy line’.

their grandfather, after a long battle with cancer, passed on and in his will had left leadership of the mafia to beck.. saying they were one of the only people who truly began from the bottom and done anything without question.

at the age of twenty eight, beck began to branch out with the mafia and the company, to countries across the world.. Jameson Automotive Manufacturers was a household name.. it was the picture of that sports car on the fridge on someone’s desk that people worked towards getting.

little did these people know.. these sports car were a front for murder, drug trafficking, money laundering.. name a criminal activity.. the jameson’s are probably doing it. while going about business, beck was shot during a drug money switch which left them with ptsd, something very little people know about.

beck took to alcohol, drugs and continuous sex tbh to try and block out these memories. focusing on someone else tended to help them. but the last thing beck needs is commitment.. even if maybe deep down.. they want it. while in their usual strip club, a dancer told them about arcadia. this amazing place hidden away in copenhagen. 

that was three years ago.. and beck has been back every since, only ever returning home for a month or two to check on business.

that’s beck for you. i would loooove some connections tbh like honestly anything.. for example:

maybe the dancer who told beck about arcadia.. who then moved to arcadia as an escort

a sugarbaby omg i beg 

mafia enemies fmu

someone that beck actually l*ves

omg negl gimme a guy that beck fucked w back yeaaaaaars ago

a best friend? like sign me up?

escorts who know them from being here so fckn much

Name : Victor Reyes Date of Birth (& age): March 11, 1988 (29) Place of Birth: Los Angeles, CA; USA Gender: Cismale Language:  English, Spanish

Height: 6′2 Weight:  215 lbs Hair: Brown Eyes: Hazel Limb Dexterity: Ambidextrous Sexual Preference: Heterosexual Education/Special Training: High School Graduate; BA in Musical Performance; Several Guitar and Vocal lessons Occupation: Musician

Victor has always been something of a wild child, often demanding the attention of the room, even from a young age. He did grow up in LA, where someone new was becoming famous everyday. As he grew up, he reached out for something to get him noticed, any attention feeding into his ego, and his desire to be a star in some way or another, usually going with his guitar and vocal lessons, sure it would make him stand out.

This culminated in his senior year in high school when the band performing at their prom was black out drunk and unable to perform. Seeing an opportunity, Vic and a handful of his more musically inclined friends took to the stage and began to play covers of songs they knew, and soon enough, the group formed a band, calling themselves Saint Rivers, and they stayed together through college and beyond, the group getting semi-famous before one of the guys got in an accident, and unable to perform without him, they band broke up.

when she was born, her parents weren’t in the best of situations. her father was german and honestly was the type to have really never travelled much of anywhere. his family didn’t really go on holiday and he’d barely even been out of the country more than a handful of times. her mother, however, was visiting from her home and didn’t actually have intentions of staying in germany.

initially, she was born in germany ( literally on accident ), but was raised in america for the first few years of her life. she’d visit germany every so often, to see her dad, but eventually her parents decided that they were too in love to be apart and it was sort of a fairy tale to her how they wound up together. it was always something she wanted.

since he’d missed the first years of her life, her father went a bit wild with over compensating with heidi. she’s not a princess and she’s honestly never going to be one, but telling her that in front of her father will earn a laugh because she’s always been HIS princess. to this day, her room at home is still decorated with castles and a canopy around her bed and looks like something out of disneyland ( which she loves).

she lived in germany from the age of six all the way until she went to university and she’s just really attached like she doesn’t find it weird at all. ig it’s like nationalism, but she doesn’t think germany is the best place out there or anything, she just really loves her country and is proud of it for herself and such, even though she kind of claims both places she is from more or less. like she’ll always talk about her home as often as she can.

she’s jewish, grew up jewish. sometimes she always did wonder if she really believed in her faith. she got over that after a few months, however.

heidi is always stuck day dreaming. like her head is always in the clouds. she’s always imagining things bigger and better and more romantic. she likes to live vicariously through other people’s lives because she finds nothing more fascinating than the human race as it is. she literally is annoying af sors

she’s kind of hk obsessed with love, but not necessarily for herself. like she is a top notch matchmaker in her mind and loves watching people just come together or just care about one another. it makes her really happy and feel fulfilled, but she honestly doesn’t think about it much for herself.

probably bc she has unrealistic af expectations. she wants some unplanned, torrid romance like her parents had and some obstacle that keeps her apart from her one true love that she has to overcome and then they can finally be together and everything is sunshine and roses and literally this is a fantasy that’s not really going to happen. she can dream all she wants though.

she’s here on a whim mostly and because she has friends here. she wanted to take a break from school and this was something suggested. she never thought she was TOO sexually adventurous, knows what she likes and there is a lot she hasn’t tried, so she’s using this as an opportunity to kind of branch out

i’m p much open to any connections for her, but i’d prefer most:

Welcome to having this man’s incredible face gracing your dash. This is my baby Bennett, and here are some deets about him.

Advanced tws: Death, murder, guns, fetal death, alcoholism, all bad things.

Bennett was born in Alfriston, East Sussex, and grew up there. His parents were both scientists, having met in the lab, and they loved one another dearly. When Bennett was seven, his younger sister was born. She quickly became the love of his life, and he would have given up anything for her right then and there.

It became more relevant later, when an explosion in the laboratory claimed the life of Bennett’s mother. Bennett’s father shut down. Bennett was fifteen, his sister eight. He felt responsible for the young girl and took on the role of her parents, cooking for her, getting her off to school, making sure her homework was done, and getting her to bed every night.

Three years later, Bennett’s father was in a drunken state every night and incapable of taking care of himself. Too many times, Bennett had to sweep him off the floor and tuck him into a bedroom. He tried to protect his little sister from it, but was generally unsuccessful. How could he possible protect her from those kinds of monsters?

He decided not to attend Uni, but use his abilities to get a job to get his sister out. He got a job as a line cook at a restaurant and within a few months, was able to rent a small room for himself and his sister. It wasn’t much, but it was enough, and it got them free from their father’s demons.

Eventually, Bennett got even better and was able to move up to the position of sous chef at a nicer, swankier place. He and his sister moved into an apartment, big enough that they could each have a bed and he didn’t have to sleep on the floor. His sister was seventeen, and looking into university. He supported her, of course, setting aside money to be able to help her pay her way through.

It was this year that Bennett was informed that their father had died as a result of his alcoholism. He never asked for the details... only for his inheritance to be put into a college fund for his little sister.

When his sister went off to university, Bennett was poached by a leading restaurant in London. He accepted the position as their head chef, garnering some of the best reviews the restaurant had seen since it opened. Here, he met Cecelia.

Cecelia was the restaurant’s Maître D’... the first female in the position in the restaurant’s history. She was organized, she carried herself with grace and spirit, and Bennett was in love with her immediately. It seemed to be mutual... after the restaurant closed each night, they would stay inside for hours, sharing bottles of wine and memories about the past. She was the first person he confessed anything to regarding his father and his now orphaned status. He expressed concerns about his little sister, and how she would adjust.

And then one day, when they stayed late enough that the sun was rising as he walked Cecelia to her car, he confessed that he loved her, that he’d always loved her, and he couldn’t imagine his life without her.

She felt the same, and Bennett wondered how he’d ever been through life without her. They were inseparable after that day, moving in together almost immediately, and starting a whirlwind romance that was every bit as worthy as all of the great love stories.

Four months into their relationship, Cecelia found out she was pregnant. Bennett was over the moon, and they married in a quiet ceremony in Cecelia’s old church, attended only by her parents and Bennett’s little sister, who came in from uni just for the occasion. Bennett’s sister returned shortly after, and after taking a few days reprieve to enjoy life as a married couple, Bennett and Cecelia returned to their lives as they were.

And it was bliss for a few months. They fought sometimes, certainly, but they lived together. Worked together. Cecelia was pregnant and uncomfortable, and Bennett didn’t quite know how to fix it. But at the end of the day... they were still so happy, so in love, and so in awe of the life together that was to come.

One night, around 3am, the owner of the restaurant called Bennett, frantic. The alarms were going off, and Bennett was the closest to the restaurant. The police were on their way, but... could he go and just see if it was a false alarm? He climbed out of bed, told Cecelia to stay there, and he went.

From the outside, the restaurant looked fine. Untouched. But the alarm was loud, going off, and when Bennett tried the door, it opened easily. Someone had clearly forgotten to lock up. That was the natural assumption. before stepping in, however, he saw a car’s floodlights reflecting on the glass door. He turned. It was Cecelia. “I’m here for backup,” she told him, though Bennett snapped for her to get back in the car and lock the doors.

He entered the restaurant slowly, assuming Cecelia would obey, and that’s when he heard the crashing. From the office in the back, there was commotion. Bottles of liquor were missing from the bar and Bennett could tell that the office was being ransacked for money. Shocked, worried, he backed away, slowly, trying not to attract attention. But Bennett knocked into a table, which skidded, and the noise from the office... stopped.

The men who emerged wore black from head to toe, including the gun and the silencer they had poised at Bennett. He heard a shriek, and a No!, turning only to see Cecelia and her panicked eyes, having entered the restaurant. Bennett was scared shitless, of course, not knowing if he should lunge towards Cecelia to protect her, run towards the robbers, or stand his ground and try to be calm.

When he turned back to the thieves, their guns were pointed, shakily towards, Cecelia. They barked a command for her to shut up, but there was a sudden bang, and the smell of gunpowder. Without much more hesitation, they took off through the back door, and a terrified Bennett ran to his wife.

The bullet had pierced her sternum, and he held her, reassuring her of his love, until she wilted and died in his arms. Their child died with her.

Bennett was given a few weeks off, but when he tried to come back... he couldn’t. Stepping foot in that restaurant only gave him horrible memories, put him further in his grief. The owner of the restaurant understood, offered him an impressive severance package, and the promise of an amazing recommendation when the time came for it. For a few months, he lived solely off of his severance and the money he had saved up.

But eventually, it was time to move on.

In looking into positions, he found one open at Arcadia Resort, and his reputation preceded him. He was welcomed with open arms, and thus he began work, surrounded by the most beautiful people he’d ever seen, in a place that might have been part of his fantasy. He’s open to what the Resort has to offer in order to dull his pain. Cecelia had been the only woman he’d ever fucked, and now, he’s ready to numb her out of his system.

So come at him! He’s polite, but pretty quiet and/or blunt when you first meet him. He’s withdrawn, still sort of processing everything that’s happened, and he worries about his sister now that he’s in a different country. But he’s also ready and willing to get in it here, and he’s going to accept anything and everything this place gives him.