&&. rumor has it that ( kirk mac alistair ) was just spotted in the forbidden kingdom. ( he ) is a ( 125 | appears 35 ) year old ( faerie ) known to be a ( noble ). many have said ( he ) resembles ( sam heughan ). ( he ) has been said to be ( hot-headed and traditional ) but also quite ( caring and disciplined ). ( he ) is currently serving as ( personal guard to the faerie queen ). 

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ dichen lachman + female + she/her — have you met maggie xue? they are a thirty-four-year-old known around town as the firebrand. they’ve been in the gang life thirty years and currently work for the cobra as a leader. they are an asexual libra, which means they are adroit + assertive, as well as reticent + jaundiced. the smell after rain, a taste of iron, 'liberty' carefully craver into the back of a leather jacket. × alex. twenty-one. they/them. utc +1. × 

//hello - i’m just her to slither in (i’m so sorry but there will be snake puns, you have been warned). this is my new bby, the king cobra, maggie. a started-from-the-bottom-now-we’re-here bitch.

background.

born in salt lake city, child to a pair of chinese immigrants, life shouldn’t have been exciting, shouldn’t have been dangerous, shouldn’t have ended like it did. it was good, for a few years. it was normal. but when her mother died, just before her fourth birthday, it turned to shit. then the life she remembered began.

her father lost faith and happiness the day her mother was buried, and with her sweet smile gone from their shop, her father had to turn to various different places for money. they were deep in debt before she even started in school.

soon laundry cleaning would turn to laundering. a favour for his new ‘friends’. they took over more and more until they owned him enough to send him to valdez. she was the last thing he owned. and in the end, he even gave her to them to keep himself alive.

valdez, colorado.

the first years they were at least kind to her. a four-five-year-old couldn’t do much. she would run errands, lived in a cellar with a teddy bear and some cloth of her own. upstairs were kind women. and a lot of guests. she didn’t know what happened and was always send down at night, but they gave her candy and pencils to draw with so she didn’t think much of it.

for a brief time, she hoped she might end as a soldier, loyal and strong, not caught in a room upstairs. she was even allowed to train. learned to shoot a gun. but just after her fourteenth birthday, when one of the women got lucky and escaped, the only way one could permanently, she was pulled upstairs to take her place instead.

 it was a sudden and permanent move. she was given a bed and told she finally had the opportunity to work down her father's debt. so she did what she could. thought of his debt decreasing a little bit, each time she spread her legs. and as long as she focused on that it was okay. it didn’t take all before it was the only thing she felt. she hated the work, she felt no pleasure. sex was brutal, she didn’t see how anyone could feel love through it. it was a scam.

it was easier to hide, inside herself, it didn’t hurt when they just thought she was stupid, they wouldn’t be so mean. and her goal got more and more in reach, she could feel freedom on the tip of her tongue, but in the back of her head a mess of anger, sorrow and hellfire were bobbling. it started as a simmer but grew to a crackling fire, a midsummer bonfire. and in the shadow of her father’s dead a pyre.

but just when she was about to step into the sun, the darkness called for her again. An opportunity, a weakness - she should have been clever enough to say no, choose the good instead of exploiting what she saw - but the need for revenge was strong.

so she let her father’s debt sit, acted as if it was building again, though he was dead. she needed a cover to hide her true intentions. she could bear spreading her legs for whoever was interested in, for a bit longer. as long as it got her closer to her new cause.

she waited five years. she knew how to get the pot to boil, just like the back of her mind was. in abandoned warehouses, someone's garage, back rooms. like a virus. she wasn’t the only one with a wish for more. the only tears she cried on caito’s grave were of happiness.

connections.

the sister in arms - an escort who been with maggie from the start. they bonded over their hatred for the work they have to do. maggie would do almost everything for them, as one of the ones she truly trusts. whether or not they switched sides with her doesn’t matter, but maggie will certainly try to win them over - she has a mission to keep them safe

the one who brightens the night - a friendly smile and hugs. someone that understands that being a former escort has left it ridges on maggie. she doesn’t need a hook-up or a wild sex life. perhaps just a friend and a good meal - preferable a cobra

the one weakness - at her father’s funeral, she learned of him. a younger brother whos life as well have been gifted to valdez. she tried to track him down and talk to him, feeling a sense of responsibility - and now she can offer him freedom, but will he take - has to be a masculine figure

the one with a knife in their back - someone she royally screwed over by making the cobras. perhaps someone who protected her and has taken her side before without knowing of her snake sides. she has a debt to pay, and is hellbent on giving back even though they are from the other side - has to be savages

the red cloak before the bull - someone who angered her in that past has a debt to pay and she will make them do it. more for someone who likes to be a target

a snake in the grass - someone taken in by the cobra on pity, she doesn’t trust them and will do anything to test their loyalty and hopefully see them fail - has to be a newly turned cobra

generally friends for whatever reason

sigvard isaaksson, sigge to close friends and family

sigge was very much an optimist as a child/young man. he loved to hear the legends of great warriors and battles and grew up to have a very idealized view of war.

from eastern sweden/finland so he speaks finnish and swedish as first languages

he was the eldest son of a baron. the family used to be a lot more influential and wealthy but the last few decades have stripped most of that away from them. when he was fourteen, his father sent him to norway in a desperate attempt to match him with the cas’ sister. the plan failed, but along the way..

sigvard and casimir @princexcas​ fell in love, which ended pretty harshly when sigge was about twenty for Reasons

he then returned to sweden and ended up living at the court, where he had an affair with agnete @thcrnsrose​ (can you say rebound ?? smh)

finally he convinced his father to allow him to join the war (which he agreed to largely because a war hero is more appealing to people)

about a year ago he was wounded in a skirmish and was trapped alone for days before he was found by allies. he was taken back to the camp but his wound had become infected and his arm had to be amputated. it’s an above the elbow amputation on his left arm. 

since then his father has given up on trying to match him with someone for benefit and has switched his focus to a younger brother, leaving sigvard to face his new life with his old ideals destroyed

he likes gardening, dogs, and birds so talk to him abt those things if you want to get along w him

marguerite blakeney

HAVE YOU, had your personality glitched, or is it all intact?

intact 

WHAT HAS, changed about you?

i have not changed

HAVE YOU, got a job in this town?

i am an actress 

WILL YOU, attempt to leave?

i will try to escape

IS THERE, anything else you want to tell me?