#furore.intro

◜     *     :     lorenzo     zurzolo     .     cis     male     &     he     /     him     .     skinny     love     by     bon     iver     .     ━━     the     legend     surrounding     london’s     l’academiae     furorum     would     not     be     complete     without     LEONARDO     DE     VINCENZZi     .     the     academy's     TWENTY     THREE     year     old     SECOND     SOLOIST     has     been     with     furore     for     FOUR     YEARS     ,     oft     described     as     ABRASIVE     ,     ENIGMATIC     ,     CHOLERIC     ,     INDUSTRIOUS     &     has     proved     utterly     indispensable     to     the     company.     in     passing     ,     they’ve     come     to     be     associated     with     CLIVE     CHRISTIAN     NO.     1     &     lonely     boys     cursed     with     an     exquisite     despair     /     there’s     no     place     you’d     rather     be     than     in     your     isolation,     where     is     my     boyhood     ?     dreamless     sons     and     greedy     fathers     /     the     persecutor     to     the     innocent     martyr,     and     when     gabriela     mistral     said     “     the     taste     of     blood,     which     is     life,     is     the     same     salty     taste     as     that     of     tears,     which     is     pain.     ”     .     whether     this     will     be     their     final     curtain     call     is     anyone's     guess     &     the     company’s     worst     nightmare     .

trigger    warnings:    drugs    addiction,    body    image 

nepotism    baby    /    ballet    legacy 

mother    (    camille    dewitt    )    was    an    esteemed    principal    dancer    at    furore,    was    priamry    known    for    how    many    pirouettes    she    was    able    to    do    but    also    her    facial    expressions    when    dancing,    particularly    her    ability    to    cry    so    naturally    on    cue 

dad    (    stefano    de    vincenzzi    )    came    from    a    lone    line    of    dancers    from    italy,    he    was    a    principal    dancer    turned    choreographer    after    a    nasty    injury    and    moved    to    london    to    work    at    the    furore. 

camille    &    stefano    worked    togetehr,    played    cat    and    mouse    for    a    while    then    ended    up    getting    pregnant    with    leo

after    the    pregnancy,    camille    had    difficulty    getting    her    body    back    and    became    extremely    desperate    in    regaining    her    own    life,    even    turning    towards    dangerous    methods    (    the    care    for    leo    was    taken    over    mostly    by    household    staff    or    his    grandmother    ) 

once    camille    was    finally    able    to    get    the    company’s ‘ideal    body’    she    ended    up    not    being    able    to    dance    as    well    as    she    used    to    which    led    her    the    adopt    unhealthy    coping    strategies    and    she    ended    up    losing    her    position    at    the    company 

she    projected    all    this    desire    /    ambition    towards    leo    so    leo    grew    up    moody,    closed    off,    bottling    up    his    emotions    and    focusing    only    on    his    ballet    +    climbing    up    the    ranks  

jenny was supposed to be a glue baby, a misguided hope by a young mother and a bored father that she could be the thing that would keep them together. obviously, she put more strain on the already tense relationship and they divorced by the time she was three. she was juggled between her mother and her revolving door of boyfriends in new jersey and her father and his new wife in nyc where getting the attention she wanted was a constant feat. 

her step mother planned to get her into the arts anyway, but jenny’s penchant for the spotlight made her the perfect candidate to follow in her footsteps—she immediately planned for her stepdaughter to eventually train with the very ballet company to which she belonged

jenny loved the idea of being a ballerina and while she wasn’t exactly a natural at first she had the build for it and was graceful and easily bribed with rewards to put in the work necessary. if nothing else, she loved the recitals and the way everyone fawned over her performances. 

by eight she was living in nyc with her father full time, taking dance classes three times a week and by fourteen with her stepmother’s connections she was being shipped off to london’s l’academiae furorum to study under some of the best. 

in the absence of her doting stage parents and with the new stress of company life, she got the itch again, that desperate need for attention, validation, acceptance, whatever it was. 

when she wasn’t dancing she was diving headfirst into the social scene at her new school–chatting up a storm in class, getting invited to parties, getting noticed by boys and in turn, noticing them–and she quickly realized that attention really wasn’t that hard to come by.

it was an awakening. she started styling her hair in the morning, lowering her necklines and trying her hand at flirting, even in the studio. and even the tiniest encouragements fueled her fire, pushing her deeper and deeper. once she got a taste of desire she found out just how addictive it could be. she began thriving on those heated exchanges, hungry kisses, sex, didn’t matter who, didn’t matter where. she would do anything for the rush, the intimacy, the reputation. 

they were meant to be professionals during ballet classes and rehearsals, especially as apprentices, but with everyone’s hormones surging and bodies changing, she couldn’t help but let that part of her life encroach, sifting her way through the boys in the company like a checklist. 

there was a desperation in it. sometimes she felt completely out of control. the minute she didn’t have stretching, barre, center, across the floor, rehearsals to occupy her mind the craving set in. and then guilt. or regret. a comedown that made her long for the high all over again. 

despite the element of competition, her age class was close, if only given how much time they had to spend together. but she was prone to pushing them away with her decisions, crossing the same lines over and over, as if declaring herself the black sheep before they could do it for her. 

part of her thought the personal drama would keep her from being promoted to the corps de ballet but it came when she was twenty, whether by merit or by connections. it didn’t really matter. from there, she got to see more of the corporate side of the company. she was invited to fundraising galas and exclusive cocktail parties where she was expected to entertain the furore’s biggest donors, which she did with a smile.

for a while, some of the drive was knocked out of her. she was content with the attention she got as a corps dancer and was happy to let the company all but whore her out, but the restlessness has set in again. she’s looking for another promotion and is willing to do whatever it takes to get it. as long as it’s not too much work. 

personality

jenny is ~insecure~ and most of her life revolves around seeking acceptance and validation. sex has become the go to for immediate gratification 

never says no, very flimsy boundaries, people pleaser 

would never miss an event–is going around after rehearsals saying “are you going tonight” just to make sure there’s not some sort of outing planned that she wasn’t invited to

she is extremely flirtatious verging on abrasive and would almost never turn down a hookup (if she turns you down, you should reflect)

she’s loves having a good time and lives for pleasure. works hard but def plays harder 

a huge gossip. she’s nosy and likes knowing everyone’s business, but she also likes the power of being the first to break that news. knows when to keep a secret though. kinda

runs a little short-tempered and defensive. if you hit a sore spot she’ll strike below the belt. 

sometimes grapples with feeling out of control. can be prone to starting petty arguments or stirring up trouble or testing boundaries as a result 

selfish, inconsiderate, self destructive

really wants to be one of the cool kids but is terrified of the rejection. oscillates between ostracizing herself before they can and letting them make her the butt of the joke

tldr;

the least popular of the popular girls. 24 year old cancer originally from nj, usa who got her start in nyc then, through her stepmom’s connections, was shipped off to furore at 14. there she got a taste for the wilder things. currently in the corps de ballet but is not above fucking her way up to soloist. great for a fun time, working on the rest.

◜ * : toby wallace . cis male & he/him . what can i do if the fire goes out ? by gang of youths . ━━ the legend surrounding london’s l’academiae furorum would not be complete without emmanuel “ emmy ” elliott . the academy’s twenty four year old personal trainer has been with furore for seven months , oft described as earnest , cringeworthy , waggish , disciplined & has proved utterly indispensable to the company . in passing , they’ve come to be associated with the warm , slightly sweaty musk the day after a perth lightning storm & finger painting with crushed juniper berries , the plume of dust spiralling from a revved engine , fondly remembering when glory was the promise of a burger and large sprite , palms wearing the lingering scent of petrol , overcast days on sun-bitten shoulders . whether this will be their final curtain call is anyone’s guess & the company’s worst nightmare . 

really quick stats.

name: emmanuel ‘emmy’ elliott. age: twenty-four. zodiac: libra sun leo moon. been at the academy for: six months. sexuality: bisexual. place of birth: perth, australia. tl;dr: used to play professional tennis, eventually quit bc he wasn’t vibing, got dumped in london so just stayed there, found the academy!

backstory.

- his full name's emmanuel but that was never going to happen, imagine the toll (he has no memory of his parent's ever calling him that even when they were cross with him) so emmy it is! grew up well off on a ranch down unda, abt an hour n a half from perth. was just a full on outdoors kid, loved anything w/ wheels, dirt bikes and four wheelers especially, spent an insane amount of time outside.

- is an only child but not a lonely child! he made friends very easily and had a lot of cousins and all that. found a tennis racquet when he was six-ish and would play against the wall with whoever was over and even when they left would just continue playing. his parents were thrilled and rly tried to push him to pursue it bc if not he was definitely on course w doing something with motorbikes which obvs, a bit more dangerous.

- when he was ten they took him to an academy just to see if there was something there, and asked emmy if he'd like to go even if it would mean being away from mumma and dada but he was like sure! seems fun! it was pretty gruelling, but natural talent alone got him really far, maybe further than it should have. he'd see how gutted kids would be over losses and tried to emulate that, telling himself that he's competitive 😤  and hates to lose, but it never felt innate and would pretend to have a sulk when he lost just to convince himself and others that he was serious.

- emmy liked to win, but alex gaspari, a boy his age he met on his junior tour hated losing. just loathed it, was very self-aware that it was his dad's dream and even more self-aware that he couldn't possibly bare to disappoint him, and had no choice but to continue. the kicker was that he was exceptional, it felt like a god-given curse to alex but rly it was a father-given curse who trained him so hard he was when he was a tot that he was never really going to be anything but prodigal. he rebelled in all the ways he could, emmy helped give him a mohawk and dye his hair and also they were in love with each other :)

- they both climb the ranks steadily, and they both feel nauseous whenever rankings come out, because every time they climb it it feels more and more like this is the rest of their life. when they're not playing juniors anymore and start to play older, more experienced players, alex excels and emmy stagnates. his positive demeanour starts to crack and the child-like excitement he’d always carried with him starts to waver whenever he thinks that he might be doing this for the next decade. the child-like excitement that alex gets from seeing his dad proud only makes him better.

- he plays for years more until it makes him miserable and alex says one day - ‘you can quit you know. i can't, but you can.’ it’s a thing but he eventually does quit/retire! emmy’s sort of like, well shit, what do i do now...and alex is like just come with me lol and emmy’s like ok! enters his wag era, and it’s kind of the best of both worlds because he still gets to play to help alex train and is learning in depth a lot from alex’s team of physios and pt’s and dieticians (hint hint wink wink lol). feels very grounded and with purpose in this decision.

- alex starts playing televised events and doing more press and then starts getting questions about emmy’s role within alex’s entourage. they start to not beat the allegaytions so alex dumps him the day after he plays wimbledon. alex just says something like you have to go, and emmy is like go where ;) and alex is like away, and emmy is like oh. are you serious? and alex is like yeah. and that’s that.

- logically emmy should just go home? but he doesn’t? he just bums around london and it actually feels surreal to just be alone and have no schedule but i imagine he met someone (possible connection!) who introduced him to the academy and alex’s team provided great references. he mocked up a bunch of really in depth pt sessions (mostly because he was so relieved to have something to do and a purpose again) and presented them in his interview and the rest is history!

personality.

- girlies...he's very cringe! just thinks he's soooo funny and such a clown but his jokes are so cheesy but he thinks they're the bees knees. walking in being like double e's in the house, how are you doing? shooting finger guns unironically.

- secretly a bit self-loathing ): think he feels a lot of guilt for not doing more with what he was given, grew up in a culture where so many kids had such harsh parents or financial pressure, playing in hopes sponsors would see them bc this was their dream. he had great parents! who financially supported him! and would be proud of him regardless! which allowed him to both play in the first place and quit w/o any like external consequence, and he feels a bit horrible for it! manifests in his training where he’s always trying to be the person his parents was for him, but finding ways to really push people to the best they can be.

- feels a lot older than he is probably bc he peaked a lot younger than most people do, but also in a literal sense his references are weirdly out of date, has a hard time keeping up with memeage and is not on the tok unforch, just because he never had time, he thinks he’s in the know but also won’t let anything he doesn’t understand fly over he’ll be like where is that from, can you show me. annoying! calls > voice notes > text for emmy.

- a chatterbox, but very earnest and mostly considerate (although i do think he really likes the sound of his own voice). always smiling, almost over-confident in his looks but has a generally self-effacing aura? feels a bit silly for never having graduated high school but will still try to use big words then follow it up with, am i using that right? has a genuine curiosity for other people. loves live music, literally any genre, will frequent pubs and make friends with the people there and just have a good time.

- disciplined, but purely from the fact that from 10-22 his routine was pretty involved all the same components, so it’s kinda just ingrained into him. also super positive #startedfromthebottom (the same way drake did so not really the bottom), #godsplan #manifesting, if he’s dreading a workout he can just choose not to dread it? it’s that simple? so still keeps a lot of those habits and routines with him. loves his veggies.

wanted connections.

- ppl he trains! wld luv for him to be booked n busy.. a lil strength n conditioning, a lil yoga, i like to think he tailors his sessions as specifically as he can so possibilities are endless as to how it goes!

- feel like he gets on with the physios and stuff bc he knows that world, not really a connection lmao but just want to throw that in there. alternatively for all the areas he isn’t familiar with, u can bet he’s sticking his nose in them anyways. like, nice, nice how do the lights work, what does that button do — wait, i know that move, the par de doo. when you jump real high, right on. bit annoying!

- imagine he has a pretty sweet bachelor pad so maybe someone who has terrible roommates and always comes to sleep on his couch, which he likes bc he likes the presence of another soul in his apartment.

pinterest.

sahra rose quickly, naturally gifted but also a hard worker. danced on air, moves as smooth as they were sharp. style noted once as ‘uncomfortably beautiful’. alexander was a quiet, serious pianist who at first glance would go unnoticed, blended into the rest of the orchestra, but when he played, all eyes fell on him. a classic tale of romance. she danced to his music. he created music for her to dance to. they became bonded by the endless act of creating something great from nothing.

violetta was a ‘something great’ in their eyes, despite the way her formation had cut the careers of her mother and father short. they wished for something beyond the halls of furore. to create their own legacy and they did. traveled all over the place with baby, then child, then teenager, violetta, in tow. sahra and alexander — goodwill ambassadors, worked to build schools to spread dancing and music all over. socialites at the brim of the best events and ideas. 

they never imposed any boundaries on their sole daughter. she grew up learning from her parents but also whoever and whatever caught her eye. exuding confidence in the most cool-girl-culture-esque way with the shadow of nepotism ofc but you could never really pin violetta down. 

she seems to deal with everything  (annoyingly) with so much ease, doesn't know the concept of worrying (may be because of the fact that she always carries the best weed and shrooms — a must), knows about all the drama but never involved in any of the drama.

quintessentially she’s kid cudi dancing during electric feel at mgmt coachella set but as a person ifykyk

her venture at furore may have been expected all things considered but it wasn’t. a whim like many other things that violetta decided to tread into. although, she had her mother’s trainings and her father’s music and did all the right things albeit in very wrong ways, but it created her own unique style, not as perfect as her mother’s, but effortless, ripples in a stream. she kept at it for two years, the promise of principal dancer was there before she decided that her journey was over and went onto pursue other things to the chagrin of the academy. just bc she felt like it. violetta was seemingly unperturbed and went into acting, traveled some more, did a few apartment-tour-what’s-in-my-bag maunders. 

two years passed and she decided to return. by another whim was a reason accepted by most, although many had expected the academy to completely bar her, but again preference by bloodline ruled. violetta wasn’t made principal dancer though, first shunted to second soloist (to set an example) but then quickly first soloist once more.

in reality, violetta’s return was the most planned thing she had ever done in her entire life. meetings with her parents were booked as ‘dinner with sahra & alexander at 8 pm’, but their family dynamic was never the norm. still filled with love and joy. the news during one said dinner cast an ugly dent onto all of the great things that had been built. (illness tw) alexander was sick, had months — maybe — but it was all uncertain. the only uncertain violetta ever had difficulty dealing with in her life.

mini  statistics  .

                    name  :  zhang  jianyu  .  nicknames  :  jia  (  commonly  used  )  or  jiji  .  date  of  birth  :  july  19th  ,  1988  .  place  of  birth  :  chicago  ,  il  .  occupation  :  ballet  master  at  l’academiae  furorum  .  language(s)  spoken  :  mandarin  ,  english  ,  and  french  .  orientation  :  bisexual  and  biromantic  .  father  :  zhang  nianzu  .  mother  :  wu  yuyan  .  ethnicity  :  chinese  .  nationality  :  chinese  american  .  full  statistics  here  .

biography  .

                    zhang  nianzu  and  wu  yuyan  are  inching  closer  to  their  forties  when  they  finally  have  their  first  child  .  the  couple  put  off  having  children  until  they  were  successful  in  their  individual  careers  ,  and  it  was  evident  that  the  two  had  made  it  .  the  couple  were  living  in  a  million  dollar  high - rise  in  the  city  of  chicago  when  they  brought  home  their  baby  girl  whom  they  named  jianyu  .  she’s  born  into  the  lap  of  luxury  in  the  suburbs  of  chicago  as  she  grows  up  at  the  only  child  for  a  few  years  .  while  growing  up  ,  jia  attended  the  best  school  that  money  could  afford  ,  but  there  was  something  more  creative  brewing  inside  the  little  girl  .

                    jia  was  six  when  her  parents  took  her  to  her  first  ballet  .  it  had  been  during  the  holiday  season  ,  so  it’s  no  surprise  that  they  went  to  see  the  nutcracker  .  jia’s  parents  didn’t  think  their  daughter  would  enjoy  the  show  considering  her  young  age—  they  were  fully  expecting  to  have  to  carry  the  little  girl  back  to  the  car  ,  but  imagine  their  surprise  when  two  little  hands  join  in  the  audience’s  standing  ovation  .  it  was  from  that  moment  that  jia  knew  she  wanted  to  do  ballet  like  the  pretty  woman  on  stage  .  and  so  ,  her  parents  went  out  of  their  way  to  get  their  daughter  into  lessons  . 

                    of  course  ,  ballet  did  not  come  easily  to  jia  .  she  was  new  to  the  scene  ,  and  the  structure  was  hard  to  keep  up  with  ,  but  she  never  quit  .  even  when  she  wanted  to  cry  or  when  her  feet  were  sore  from  late  practices  ,  jia  never  gave  up  pursuing  her  dream  .  jia  continues  to  push  herself  ,  making  sure  to  keep  up  her  grades  so  she  could  dance  ,  and  it  all  begins  to  pay  off  .  she  suddenly  finds  herself  being  able  to  audition  to  lead  roles  as  the  confidence  she  worked  so  hard  to  gain  begins  to  pay  off  .  jia  begins  to  go  on  small  tours  with  her  dance  company  too  ,  showing  off  her  skills  to  audiences  nationwide  .

                   jia  graduates  from  high  school  ,  and  with  an  acceptance  to  the  the  juilliard  school  in  her  back  pocket  .  it  had  been  everything  she  was  working  so  hard  to  achieve  ,  and  it  was  finally  hers  .  while  at  juilliard  ,  jia  is  able  to  explore  other  areas  of  dance  that  she  never  got  to  try  out  due  to  her  focus  on  ballet  ,  but  it  never  stops  being  her  first  love  .  jia  even  has  the  opportunity  to  choreograph  a  few  pieces  for  showcases  ,  and  it’s  just  a  bigger  taste  at  what  she  wanted  to  have  once  graduated  from  juilliard  .  when  she  does  finally  graduates  ,  jia  falls  into  the  category  of  starving  artist  for  a  while  (  but  was  she  really  a  starving  artist  with  wealthy  parents  backing  her  up  ?  not  really  )  .

                    for  a  short  while  ,  she  works  at  one  of  the  smaller  companies  in  new  york  ,  building  up  her  skill  and  wanting  to  be  prepared  for  when  she  ultimately  auditions  for  a  bigger  company  .  jia  eventually  gets  the  opportunity  to  audition  for  american  ballet  theatre  ,  and  it’s  with  all  ten  fingers  and  toes  crossed  after  a  grueling  audition  process  that  she  finds  herself  with  the  role  of  soloist  .  it’s  a  step  up  from  the  corps  at  her  previous  company  ,  and  jia  is  excited  to  have  her  new  role  .  she’s  with  american  ballet  for  the  next  ten  years  ,  and  while  there  ,  jia  manages  to  fall  in  love  .  jia  gets  married  and  is  happily  married  for  five  years  before  they  get  a  divorce  .

                   at  american  ballet  ,  jia  works  her  way  up  to  becoming  principal  dancer  ,  and  she  stays  there  until  she  decides  to  retire  from  dancing  full - time  at  the  age  of  30  .  her  final  show  is  swan  lake  ,  and  it’s  shortly  thereafter  that  she  gets  approached  to  become  a  ballet  master  at  l’academiae  .  

at  l’academiae  .

jia  is  one  of  the  newer  ballet  masters  ,  and  i  like  to  think  that  when  she  first  started  ,  she  struggled  with  finding  her  footing  .  although  she  worked  at  a  prestigious  ballet  theatre  as  a  principal  dancer  in  the  past  ,  it  was  hard  for  her  to  take  on  a  role  where  others  looked  to  her  for  guidance  .

as  a  ballet  master  ,  jia  is  strict  but  nurturing  .  she  expects  for  the  dancers  to  come  in  ready  for  their  rehearsals  ,  but  even  with  her  list  of  expectations  ,  she  also  knows  when  dancers  may  need  a  little  extra  help  .  she’s  not  against  providing  extra  help  or  even  setting  aside  time  to  assist  further  ;  she’s  got  no  problem  lending  a  listening  ear  either  .

even  though  it’s  been  two  years  since  she  joined  l’academiae  she’s  still  trying  to  find  her  footing  and  probably  makes  mistakes  at  times  .  as  a  former  principal  dancer  ,  she  understands  the  pressures  and  sometimes  she  can  get  a  little  too  lenient  .

headcanons  .

jia  is  currently  in  her  sleek  bob  era  so  that’s  where  we’re  at  🧍🏾‍♀️  .  she’s  been  in  this  era  for  a  good  two  years  since  she  came  to  l’academiae  and  since  her  divorce  ;  she  felt  as  though  she  needed  a  change  .

in  general  ,  jia  is  a  very  put - together  woman  ,  even  if  she  doesn’t  always  appear  that  way  .  her  life  is  organized  by  planners  and  she  has  no  problems  with  picking  out  her  clothes  the  night  before  .  probably  even  goes  as  far  as  pulling  out  which  coffee  mug  she  wants  to  use  the  next  morning  .

she  tries  her  best  to  stay  out  of  drama  but  let’s  be  real  ...  it’s  nearly  impossible  .  she  has  enough  drama  in  her  life  ,  but  jia  isn’t  fully  capable  of  avoiding  drama  because  she’s  nosy  ,  and  also  because  drama  is  just  ...  it’s  sometimes  like  a  magnet  to  her  .

while  jia  enjoys  designer  clothes  and  accessories  ,  she’s  most  comfortable  when  when  she  can  clean  off  her  makeup  and  put  on  her  softest  loungewear  .  i  envision  that  when  she’s  at  l’academiae  she’s  very  well  put - together  without  a  hair  out  of  place  ,  but  when  she’s  home  it’s  all  loose  fitting  clothes  and  hair  pulled  back  by  claw  clips  .

connections  .

i  haven’t  fleshed  out  jia’s  entire  wanted  connections  page  yet  ,  but  here  are  a  few  that  i  would  really  like  to  have  !  as  always  ,  i’m  100%  down  to  fill  any  plots  that  you  may  have  ,  just  let  me  know  !

this  might  be  a  crazy  plot  ,  but  a  little  bit  of  competition  perhaps  ?  perhaps  it’s  with  another  ballet  master  ,  but  they  have  the  tendency  of  butting  heads  and  getting  into  bickering  matches  sometimes  simply  because  they  want  their  classes  to  be  the  best  .  there’s  also  the  possibility  that  they  got  off  on  the  wrong  foot  and  they  just  haven’t  gotten  along  since  .

perhaps  a  friends  with  benefits  ,  but  with  no  underlying  feelings  .  they  simply  spend  time  with  each  other  to  relieve  stress  and  perhaps  they  end  up  getting  along  well  .  

a  blind  date  .  their  mutual  friends  could  have  set  them  up  on  a  date  without  realizing  that  they  work  together  ,  and  perhaps  they  don’t  work  closely  enough  ,  that’s  why  they  didn’t  recognize  each  other’s  names  .

the  platonic  soulmate  .  jia  and  this  muse  get  along  extremely  well  ,  and  have  essentially  been  joined  at  the  hip  since  they  met  .  they’re  one  of  the  only  people  who  jia  allows  herself  to  be  vulnerable  with  ,  and  she’d  even  go  to  the  extent  of  saying  that  they’re  her  best friend  .  

history

back from my salmon :) (if u keep reading thisll all mke sense hoo hoo hee) ok where were we ah yes his Histoire ok cracks knucky knucks. 

grew up in yorkshire then moved to south london *top boy theme song* when their no good papa deserted them bcs he’s also a big fuckup who has no sense of commitment or attachment to his family. so jasper, ignoring all facts that his dad will not return bcs he’s an idiot, “temporarily” helps his single overworked mum out by working as a techie whilst secretly moonlighting as a low level car thief in the grimey underworld of london. gone in sixty seconds ws his fave movie as a kid n will probs be the death of him bt my god... can he do a good nicholas cage impression.

jasper is one half of jasper and scout his eVIL TWIN! just kidding she’s nai’s blessed creation so i cnt rly go off bat here but their family puts the fun in dysFUNctional. luca is the oldest sibling who’s currently in jail for gbh but jasper will go to his grave defending him n the entire situation if u bring it up after a few pints... his big brother is his Mona Lisa of ppl like he’s just bow down n hero worship the badassery bt rly he’s just idolising a selfish scumbag who offers nothing to society n so remains locked away causing a ruckus behind bars. obv jasper does NT see this... a common theme with my Boy is... he sees what he wants... n wears horse blinders for the rest. then bethan is the next in line n she has a bunch of kids with a deadbeat who jasper always threatens to throw off a motorway bt he never does. loves a good word... bt does he back it up? nah, not his style Baby! He’s a violent poet! a romantic maniac! but not a realist dnt come at him with tht shite or he’ll get bored n go steal a car to entertain himself. THEN WE HAVE SCOUT -- a dandelion w legs and arms, all angry spirit and dungarees and they have a love/hate relationship ie jasper loves her bt she hates a lot of wt he does n thinks he’s just a stinky boy w no hope or manners n tbh? Tea.

so thts the siblings his mum is a single mum n they get along great she doesn’t see the shitty side of jasper n there is a mile of it so idk how bt they love making homemade spaghetti bolognese frm his gran’s tattered recipe together n singing in the kitchen and jasper probs does lil jazz numbers for her bcs frankly he adores her n thinks she’s a strong brilliant woman which she is... n he adores all his family actually jasper is a fiercely loyal bloke n will throw fists to reinforce tht... n also to feel like a powerful Alpha male bcs he’s a lil problematical that way :/. 

relationship n romance wise........ bites fist.........here we go. ok so he had a longterm girlfriend. (longterm to jasper is measured in weeks). bt he cheated on her many times n one noteable time ws a threesome including her best friend n her sister. it’s number one on his long list of sins that will lead him to hell. u might ask... my god... why would they do that... well... jasper defies logic my friends. he actually defines tht whole palav as an iconic memory bt scout once heard him gloating abt it n smacked him so hard on the back of the head he felt concussed

so yah jasper has been working as a tech support for a couple years but doesn’t rly take his job seriously he likes the close proximity to all the dancers bcs he’s a whore w an appetite fr debauchery n also perhaps likes his job bcs he has hidden tap dancing talents n hopes to dip his toe in the world of dance perhaps. or does he. tune in next time fr the big reveal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

personality

frankly owning the dance floor viciously squat dancing when requested throat goat kim petras blasts frm the club speakers probs wearing a pair of vintage glasses shaped like glittery stars which he raises up n down to wink at ppl he thinks r impressed.... bt why wouldn’t u be... THE BOY IS TALENTED AND HAS FANTASTIC LEGS !

loving his mum the absolute light of his life (as well as his cynic of a twin scout bt like... he’s considerably less vocal abt tht bcs she’s mostly horrified by him and his selfish playboy lifestyle 98.76% the time). this ofc doesn’t deter frm the fact tht he’s only but a few please and thankyou’s away from pure hooliganism... and should carry a warning sign like a tag around his neck. shaun of the dead mum: He’s a bit... bitey   

on one hand rite.........jasper is a cesspit of toxic masculinity bt tbh he also doesn’t rly care abt all that noise.... depends on his mood u see he’s ever fluctuating. loves a mimosa with silly straws n cocktail umbrellas bt also counts the notches on his bedpost w a sense of pride only known to a rowdy adolescent male. locker room talk? bang on. a real Out with The bOys kinda bloke... but maybe less insufferable who knows u decide

◜          *          :          lizeth     selene     .     demi    woman     &     she/they     .     brahms     symphony     no.2     in     d     major     by     johannes     brahms     .          ━━          the     legend     surrounding     london’s     l’academiae     furorum     would     not     be     complete     without     MADGALENE     SWANN     .     the     academy's     TWENTY    TWO     year     old     FIRST         SOLOIST          has     been     with     furore     for     TEN     YEARS     ,     oft     described     as     CAPTIVATING     ,     SEDULOUS     ,     VIRTUOUS     ,     TENDER     &          has     proved     utterly     indispensable     to     the     company.     in     passing     ,     they’ve     come     to     be     associated     with     PEAR     BLOSSOM     AND     JASMINE,     WITH     DELICATE     BROWN     SUGAR     NOTES     TO     WARN     HOW     SWEET     YOU     ARE          &          incandescent     lighting     shining     behind     your     head;     you     appear     angelic     on     stage     as     you     twirl     with     tulle     swirling     around     -     like     the     first     gasp     of     spring     ,     doe     eyes     and     a     voice     sweet     like     pomegranate;     you’re     eager     to     take     a     bite     but     terrified     to     leave     a     mess     ,     grown     up     with     the     fairytales     and     stories     of     true     love     -     when     will     it     be     your     turn     to     wear     a     crown     of     roses     ,     tired     limbs     and     second     hand     pointe     shoes     destroyed     to     the     bone     -     how     glaring     that     you     weren’t     born     into     this     life.     whether     this     will     be     their     final     curtain     call     is     anyone's     guess          &          the     company’s     worst     nightmare     .          (          as     portrayed     by     liv     ,     twenty     ,     she/they     ,          &          aest     .     antisemitism     .    

◜          *          :      PROFILE

full  name.  magdalene  juliet  swann. nicknames.  maggie for  short,  mouse  by  her  mother.   date  of  birth.  nineteenth  of  february,  2000. place  of  birth.  dagenham , london. sexuality.  considers themselves bisexual, but has yet to figure it out. occupation.  l’academiae  furorum  first soloist. height.  five  foot,  four  inches. eyes.  pools  of  rich  honey  brown,  innocent  that  belong  on  a  young  doe. hair.  raven  black  and  delicately  long,  often  done  up  in  different  hairstyles  when  not  in  a  bun. tattoos.  none,  the  thought  of  doing  so  is  terrifying. piercings.   ears  +  septum  that  they  hide. parents.   unkown  (  father  )  ,  lana  swann  (  mother  ) significant  others.  none. pets.  none.

◜          *          :      BIOGRAPHY

triggers:  nepotism / elitism. 

A  GIFT  TO  A  SINGLE  MOTHER.  magdalene’s  mother  was  a  spiritual  woman,  eccentric  with  her  millions  of  bangles  and  head  to  toe  in  needle-poke  tattoos.  she  knew  from  the  beginning  she  wanted  to  be  a  mother,  but  refuse  to  have  a  man  involved  with  the  process.  after  many  attempts  through  a  donor,  and  nine  tedious  months  later,  magdalene  was  born  and  their  mother  couldn’t  have  been  more  ecstatic.  

THE  TWO  LIVED  in  a  tiny  apartment  flat,  full  of  art  and  literature  for  maggie  to  consume  at  a  young  age.  parties  were  held  every  other  weekend  with  their  mother’s  ‘work  friends’  sipping  on  cheap  wine  and  listening  to  expensive  vinyls.  magdalene  was  treated  as  an  adult  as  soon  as  they  could  walk  around,  each  friend  was  always  introduced  as  auntie  or  uncle.  by  the  end  of  each  night,  magdalene  would  managed  the  entire  group  around  to  watch  her  pull  a  full  dance  recital  she  had  been  working  on  the  entire  night. 

FOR  MAGGIE’S  SIXTH  BIRTHDAY,  a  present  came  in  the  form  of  dance  classes.  a  summer  holiday  spent  with  her  aunt  victoria  (  no  relation,  but  one  of  their  mother’s  many  friends  )  doing  ballet  classes.  a  dream  come  true  for  a  child  to  be  like  a  princess;  with  light,  giddy  steps,  magdalene  happily  drowned  in  the  sound  of  classical  music  as  they  twirled  along  with  other  girls  who  dreamed  of  being  a  princess  ballerina.  

IT  WAS  AS  IF  THE  WORLD  AROUND  BECAME  CLEARER,  maggie  couldn’t  find  focus  unless  they  matched  their  steps  to  the  sound  of  tchaikovsky.  they  begged  for  more  lessons,  and  with  the  money  their  mother  could  scrape  together,  managed  to  pay  for  more  time  with  victoria.  besides  the  raging  passion  in  such  a  tiny  body,  victoria  could  see  that  magdalene  had  genuine  talent  ━━  the  kind  she  did  her  best  to  explain  to  their  mother.  something  so  cut - throat  and  vapid,  magdalene’s  mother  deep  down  hoped  it  was  a  mere  phase

MAGDALENE  WAS  NEVER  THE  KIND  TO  LIE,  the  fear  of  some  monster  that  would  come  and  eat  her  up  (  blame  the  active  imagination,  and  their  mother’s  brilliant  storytelling  ability  )  caused  hair  to  sit  up.  but  victoria  wanted  the  world  to  see  her  niece  succeed.  it  was  victoria’s  idea  to  audition,  but  magdalene’s  determination  that  saw  it  through.  amongst  a  sea  of  dancers,  the  anxiety  that  held  the  dancer  by  a  chokehold  was  entirely  gone  by  the  time  they  stepped  on  stage  ━━  it  couldn’t  be  seen  besides  the  nasty  glint  in  their  own  reflection. 

FURIOUS  WAS  AN  UNDERSTATEMENT,  magdalene  had  never  seen  their  mother  so  vicious  before.  sitting  on  the  couch,  they  didn’t  felt  entirely  there.  a  walking  ghost  only  to  materialise  on  stage.  nights  of  arguing,  pleaing,  explaining  the  desperation  of  wanting  to  pursue  to  dance.  magdalene’s  mother  finally  gave  in,  how  could  she  deny  a  child’s  right  to  dream  ?  

A  SUNFLOWER  IN  A  SEA  OF  ROSES,  there’s  a  nervous  excitement  to  train  at  the  company.  waking  up  early  to  catch  the  train  to  the  centre  of  london,  magdalene  traded  in  her  soul  to  be  able  to  attend  ━━   a  worthy  deal  in  their  naive  eyes.  dressed  in  second  hand  gear  and  worn  shoes,  magdalene  did  their  best  to  ignore  judgements  and  whispers.  life  was  cruel,  but  kids  could  truly  be  crueller.  

          a   dainty   figure   with   strawberry   flavored   film   over   plump   lips   ,   stares   out   at   the   paris   street   ,   three   stories   up   ,   on   a   parisian   balcony   .   she   takes   in   the   fresh   scents   from   the   bakery   just   a   few   buildings   over   as   the   sound   of   her   mother’s   delicate   footsteps   cross   past   a   bedroom   door   -   not   fully   shut   in   fear   of   being   entirely   alone   .   soft   fingers   glide   along   a  metal   railing   ,   bright   eyes   peering   over   to   see   if   the   quartet   will   be     reunited   this   time   around   .   but  alas   it   is   another  breakfast   without   the  man   of  the  house   .   how   else   is   he   to   learn   of   the   man   who   sneaks   out   of   the   luxury   apartment   before   dawn   ,   if   his   very   home   has   turned   into   a   hotel   ?   it’s   not   much   longer   that   the   once   dainty   figure   now   turned   frail   can   keep   her   lips   locked   .   it   happened   to   be   a   milestone   birthday   ,   the   key   had   been   retrieved   after   years   of   searching   ,   the   infidelity   spilled   out   ,   flooding   marble   floors   .   once   peaceful   walls   turned   to   a   haunted   house   ,   filled   to    the    brim   with   slamming   doors   ,   screeching    &   the   buried   feeling   that   something   just   wasn’t   right   .   this   has   become   the   new   norm   .   now   the   frail   figure   must  see   herself   out   ,   as   there   is   more   to   life   than   the   horror   show   sprawled   across   these   cigarette   stained   walls   .   a   monster   hides   behind   the   curtains   at   the   paris   opera   ballet   .   the  dainty  figure  has  been  turned  frail  not  once  but  twice   by  those  her  senior   .   

          until   a   choice   must   be   made   ;   a   choice   between   maternal   &   paternal   leaves   the   frail   figure   cracked   in   ways   only   plausible   when   thrown   to   the   ground   .   cuddled   up  against   the   ribs   of   her   brother   ,   the   two   unable   to   decipher   between   right   &   wrong   .   does   one   go   to   each   guardian   or   do   they   go   as   a   package   deal   to   one   ?   time   begins   to   drain   out   of   the   clock   and   they   find   themselves   making   a   hasty   but   a   unanimously   decided   ,   fair   decision   .   the   shattered   glass   makes   one   last   trip   up   the   spiral   stairs   ,   kisses   a   strawberry   flavored   goodbye   to   her   parisian   balcony   &   shuts   the   door   to   her   childhood   bedroom   .   to   her   childhood   home   .   a   two   &   half   hour   train   lands   the   two   siblings   in   their   new   home   .   a   home   etched   in   the   promise   of   a   redo   ,   the   promise   of   a   more   involved   father   .   the   promise   of   safer   ballet   company   .   the   months   to   follow   prove   hard   but   the   newly   labeled   daddy’s   girl   can’t   quite   deny   ,   the   right   decision   was   made   .   she   will   forever   be   shattered   but   her   pieces   ,   constantly   swept   up   by   the   love   from   her   father   &   brother   can   make   her   whole   again   .   that   is   until   ,   their   love   just   doesn’t   seem   to   be   the   right   brand   of   glue   any   longer   .   

          on   the   search   to   be   whole   again   the   femme   finds   herself   enamored   with   an   american   man    ,   the   moment   adulthood   knocked   on   the   doors   of   a   victorian   estate   .   she’s   booked   a   flight   out   to   the   gambling   capital   of   the   world   where   she’d   find   herself   eloping   .   a   heavy   claim   made   by   the   dainty   figure   ,   the   belief   of   true   love   swirling   along   the   walls   of   her   soft   heart   .   it   won’t   be   long   before   the   truth   comes   tumbling   down   on   this   frail   figure   ,   a   reminder   that   to   be   broken   had   become   a   home   for   her   .   a   feigned   love   can’t   make   you   whole   .   so   ,   she   takes   her   deflated heart   ,   strawberry   lip   gloss   &   new   found   poker   face   back   to   her   very   own   playground   .   there   are   far   too   many   paths   that   she   stares   down   ;   in   a   search   to   once   again   be   whole   again   .   one   thing   she   knows   for   sure   ,   the   life   of   a   trophy   wife   ,   is   no   life   at   all   .

          the   return   to  stage   was   one   drenched   in   anticipation   ,   each   and   every   time   .   for   the  symphony   that   plays   background   has   been   the  only   thing   to   bring   this   fragile   being   any   calm   .   the   scent   of   yves   saint   laurents   very   own   black   opium  wisps   across   the  hardwood   floors   .   audience   members   cheers   sound   of  tunneled   cries    as   they    levitate   to   their   feet   .   it   is   principal   that   you   smile   ,    they   love   it   .   they   call   you  ethereal   .   if   only   they   knew   what   it   took   to   be  called   such   a   thing    .