⸻ hey, wait a second— i could swear that was MIA KAVANAUGH that just walked past. don’t tell me you haven’t heard of the MECHANIC of THE JACKALS? they’ve been a member for SIX YEARS and apparently they’re actually TREACHEROUS, so make sure not to forget this time. i’ve heard they’re known as THE ATONER, and i can tell you for sure that they’re DEVOTED and RESILIENT on a good day, but i don’t think you’d like to see them when they’re STUBBORN and SELF-DESTRUCTIVE. rumour has it that they still keep the keys to her brother’s car tucked away in her toolbox and has spent nearly a decade trying to make up for the job that got him killed, but i don’t know if anyone has ever lived long enough to confirm it. either way, most people would use GASOLINE by HALSEY to describe them, as well grease-stained hands, old rock songs playing through garage speakers, cigarette smoke curling through neon light, unopened voicemails, memorial candles burned to the wick, faded polaroids. god only knows how they ended up here, but love them or hate them, they’re not going anywhere.
— 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝚰𝐂𝐒.
full name: mia grace kavanaugh
nicknames: peanut (solely by her father), mia-bear (by her mother, she loved it up until turning 12), mia mouse (in teasing tone by her brother because she used to sneak into the garage), red (by most)
age & birthday (+ zodiac sign): twenty-seven / april 6, 1998 (aries)
gender identity & pronouns: cis female, she/her
gang & role: mechanic / the jackals
born: coyote's rest, las vegas
current residence: coyote's rest, las vegas
— 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒.
parents: patrick kavanaugh (father), diane kavanaugh neé peterson (mother)
siblings: nicholas 'nico' kavanaugh (older brother; deceased)
extended family: tbd.
relationship with the family: the kavanaughs went from a loud, close-knit family held together by love to a grieving one held together by habit, guilt, and the fear of losing each other too after nico's death.
pets: tbd.
orientations: bisexual, demiromantic
relationship status: single
exes: tbd.
— 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.
face claim: madelaine petsch
height: 5'7" (170 cm)
build: lean, athletic build from years spent working in garages rather than a gym
eye colour: amber-brown, often appearing golden in certain light
hair colour: natural copper-red
style habits: lworn leather jackets and vintage band tees, a flannel tied around her waist when working, boots over heels, smells faintly of motor oil, coffee, and cigarette smoke, frequently steals hoodies from people she cares about and never returns them
tattoos: a tiny four-leaf clover near her ankle that her mother convinced her to get after graduation / a paperplane behind her left ear symbolizing people leaving and returning / nico's old truck plate numbers on her left ribs / an anchor on the inside of her right wrist / a chain across the inside of her left upper arm
scars: a thin scar above her left eyebrow from falling off a dirt bike as a teenager / a pale scar beneath her collarbone from the night Nico died; she rarely talks about how she got it / scraped knee from trying to keep up with Nico and Gregory on bikes as a kid
aesthetics: grease-stained hands, cigarette smoke in neon light, diner coffee after midnight, desert highways at dusk, rain on garage roofs, old rock songs playing through garage speakers, unopened voicemails, memorial candles burned to the wick, faded polaroids
fears: ending up completely alone
habits: cleans or fixes things when stressed, picks at her cuticles when anxious, carries a lighter even when she isn't smoking, sleeps with the television on
sleeping habits: chronic night owl, sleeps lightly and wakes easily
exercise habits: occasionally goes running when she's stressed, enjoys boxing or hitting a heavy bag when angry
drug use: may occasionally use weed socially or to help sleep, depending on the setting
— 𝐇𝚰𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.
triggers: death tw, car accident tw, trauma/ptsd tw, emotional dependency tw
mia kavanaugh was born on a blistering spring afternoon in coyote's rest, las vegas, the second child and only daughter of patrick and diane kavanaugh. and if you ask anyone who knew her growing up, they'll tell you the same thing: mia was never meant for a quiet life. not because she was rebellious or difficult, but because she spent her entire childhood chasing after people bigger than herself.
most of those people were her older brother, nico kavanaugh. ten years separated them, but mia followed him everywhere anyway. if nico was in the garage helping their father, she was underfoot asking questions. if nico and his best friend, gregory, were skateboarding through the neighborhood, mia was close behind with scraped knees and a stubborn refusal to be left out.
in the years before the accident, the kavanaugh home was loud, busy, and full of life. their father owned a local auto shop on the outskirts, while their mother worked as english teacher at the local high school. they weren't rich, but they were comfortable. there was always dinner on the table, always someone in the garage, and always room for one more person.
gregory became that extra person. at first he was just nico's best friend. then he became family. he had dinner at their table often enough that diane stopped asking if he was staying. patrick taught him how to work on engines alongside nico. mia grew up assuming gregory would always be around in the same way she assumed her brother would be. he became woven into the fabric of her life long before she was old enough to understand what that meant.
for most of her childhood, mia's world was simple. she idolized her brother. she adored her father. she trusted her mother. and she believed the people she loved were invincible. what she didn't know was that her father carried secrets of his own.
years before Mia was born and shortly after the birth of nico, patrick occasionally took jobs for people connected to local gangs. nothing major. nothing he considered dangerous. cars that needed repairs or restoration. vehicles brought in at odd hours. favors exchanged for cash and silence. by the time his children were older, patrick had mostly distanced himself from that world. unfortunately, the people connected to it never truly disappeared or were able to get out alive.
gregory found that world first. then nico followed. not all at once. not dramatically. but the way most bad decisions happen: slowly. a quick paycheck here. a favor there. the promise that they could always walk away whenever they wanted. by the time mia realized something had changed, both young men were already involved far deeper than anyone wanted to admit. still, they both tried to keep her out of it.
for years, mia remained the little sister. the one they protected. the one who didn't need to know. until the night everything fell apart. years later, nobody agrees on exactly what happened. some say a deal went wrong. others say nico and gregory were set up. what everyone agrees on is that somebody wanted them dead. rhe only person they trusted enough to call was mia. when her phone rang that night, she answered without hesitation. the way she always answered when nico's name popped up on the screen.
she was only seventeen, a week shy from her eighteenth birthday. the details of that night remain fractured by panic and grief. there was fear. there was violence. there was blood. there was a moment where everything changed forever. and by the end of the night, nico kavanaugh was dead. and mia survived. gregory, too.
nothing has ever felt right since. his death shattered the kavanaugh family in ways none of them were prepared for. patrick buried himself in work, spending longer hours in the garage and speaking less than he once did. diane became fiercely protective of the only child she had left. family dinners grew quieter. holidays became something to endure rather than celebrate.
mia changed most of all. the loud, impulsive girl who once followed her brother into every adventure disappeared almost overnight. in her place emerged someone harder. more careful. more responsible. someone determined to prevent anyone else from being taken away from her. she threw herself into mechanics, eventually becoming one of the most talented technicians in the city. the garage became a refuge. engines made sense. machines could be repaired. problems had solutions. unlike grief, broken things could be fixed. overnight, the girl who had dreams of leaving town and making it big had those big dreams buried alongside her brother's body.
years later, mia found herself drawn deeper into the criminal underworld she once stood outside of. some would say she followed nico's path. others would argue she was trying to understand it. the truth probably lies somewhere in between. what is certain is that she developed a reputation quickly. not as a killer. not as an enforcer. but as someone who could fix things. cars. problems. people. she became the person others called when they were stranded, desperate, bleeding, or out of options. she earned loyalty because she gave it freely. she became indispensable because she refused to abandon anyone. the irony is that she has spent years trying to save everyone except herself.
— 𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒.
Her favorite place in the city is a twenty-four-hour diner she refuses to admit she practically lives in.
She has a surprisingly good singing voice but only sings when she thinks nobody is listening.
She cannot keep houseplants alive to save her life.
She collects keychains from places she's never actually visited because people keep bringing them back for her.
She learned how to ride a motorcycle before she learned how to drive legally.
She has a habit of taking things apart just to see how they work.
She remembers tiny details about people but forgets information about herself constantly.
She steals fries off other people's plates without asking.
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⸻ hey, wait a second— i could swear that was KIAN DHAWAN that just walked past. don’t tell me you haven’t heard of the BURNER of THE REMAINS? they’ve been a member for TEN YEARS and apparently they’re actually LOYAL, so make sure not to forget this time. i’ve heard they’re known as THE COLLECTOR, and i can tell you for sure that they’re PERCEPTIVE and CALCULATED on a good day, but i don’t think you’d like to see them when they’re VINDICTIVE and EXPLOITATIVE. rumour has it that they personally orchestrated the financial collapse of the organization that bankrupted his family years ago, but i don’t know if anyone has ever lived long enough to confirm it. either way, most people would use ALL YOU LEAVE BEHIND by Hannah Cartwright and Ross Tones to describe them, as well surveillance monitors glowing in dark rooms, expensive watches hidden beneath rolled sleeves, unanswered phone calls at 3 a.m., and luxury penthouses overlooking cities they don't own yet. god only knows how they ended up here, but love them or hate them, they’re not going anywhere.
— 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝚰𝐂𝐒.
full name: kian dhawan
nicknames: k (by most), cypher (mostly online but also among the gang)
age & birthday (+ zodiac sign): thirty-four / november 14th, 1991 (scorpio)
extended family: several aunts, uncles, and cousins scattered throughout India, the UK and the USA
relationship with the family: complicated. maintains regular contact with his mother and younger brother. speaks to his father only when necessary.
pets: a black cat named ledger
orientations: bisexual, heteroromantic
relationship status: single
exes: a handful of short-lived relationships. most ended because kian struggled to trust people enough to let them get close.
— 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.
face claim: avan jogia
height: 6'0" (183 cm)
build: lean, athletic; focuses heavily on functional training, cardio, and targeted lower-body work like consistent leg days to keep a balanced physique
eye colour: dark brown
hair colour: black
style habits: tailored suits, expensive accessories, rolled-up sleeves, minimal jewelry, rarely seen without a messenger bag or laptop case
tattoos: king of hearts on the inside of his right wrist / his mother's, brother's and half-sister's initials close to his heart / a memento mori design between his shoulder blades
scars: small burn scar on his right forearm / split lip from a fight in his teenage years / thin knife scar along his ribs from a bar fight gone wrong in early adulthood / burn marks on his fingertips for letting his cigarette burn too long and too close
aesthetics: surveillance monitors glowing in dark rooms, financial records covered in annotations, empty parking garages at midnight, burned photographs, cigarette smoke hanging in stale air
fears: losing control
habits: memorizes license plates, checks locks multiple times before sleeping, constantly watches exits and security cameras
hobbies: collecting vintage watches, playing chess, urban photography
mbti type: INTJ ("The Architect")
moral alignment: lawful evil
character parallels:thomas shelby, elliot alderson, zade meadows
— 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝚰𝐂𝐀𝐋.
disorders: mild obsessive-compulsive tendencies
allergies: shellfish
sleeping habits: rarely sleeps more than 4-5 hours. frequently works through the night and falls asleep on the couch surrounded by open files and screens.
exercise habits: trains 4-5 times a week. prefers boxing and functional strength training over traditional gym routines. running and cardio.
drug use: avoids anything that compromises his judgment.
alcohol use: moderate. drinks expensive whiskey socially but rarely enough to become intoxicated.
smoking habits: occasional smoker during periods of extreme stress. keeps the habit hidden from most people.
— 𝐇𝚰𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.
triggers: alcohol abuse tw
kian was born on a foggy and rainy november afternoon to elliot martin hart, a financial magnate, and priya dhawan, a cleaner, which pretty much sealed his fate among the shadows. his father came from wealth. old money and all. the kind built through investments, real estate, and business ventures that stretched across cities and countries. the kind, which was never meant for kian to inherit, despite being his only son. his mother had none of these advantages. born and raised in london, she arrived in the us in her early twenties with little more than a suitcase and the promise of work. she took whatever jobs she could find, eventually finding employment as a cleaner in one of the properties owned by the hart family and to everyone's surprise catching elliot's eyes as well.
nobody expected it to be more than a fling. nobody expected Eleanor to become pregnant, left alone for her to decide to keep the baby. the scandal nearly tore both families apart. to elliot's relatives, priya was an outsider—a foreign woman from a working-class background who threatened the image they had carefully cultivated. to priya's family back in england, the situation looked equally disastrous—a child ready to be born outside of matrimony. neither side believed the relationship would last. yet it did. with certain expenses on both sides and kian entered the world caught between two very different realities. On one side was privilege, influence, and old money. On the other was a woman who had spent years scrubbing floors to survive.
growing up, kian learned to navigate both worlds. he attended private schools, wore expensive uniforms, and spent time among children whose futures had already been planned for them. then he would come home and listen to his mother remind him how quickly comfort could disappear.
for years, his father appeared unstoppable. business expanded. properties multiplied. investments flourished. the family lived in luxury. then everything collapsed. a series of failed ventures, reckless financial decisions, and betrayals from trusted partners triggered a chain reaction. accounts were frozen. properties were seized. investors pulled out. creditors descended like vultures. the empire that had taken decades to build unraveled in a matter of months.
kian was sixteen, when old friends stopped calling. business associates vanished. family members who once crowded their home suddenly became impossible to reach. he watched his father rage against the world, blaming everyone except himself, then sink deep into his vices. he watched his mother try quietly pick up the pieces. and most importantly, he learned a lesson that would shape the rest of his life: money wasn't power. ownership was.
the people who destroyed his father never fired a shot. they didn't need to. they used contracts, debts, paperwork, and leverage. they understood something kian would never forget. that the most effective weapon is often invisible.
from this day on, while other teenagers found distractions, kian found obsession. he began studying financial systems, corporate structures, public records, and cybersecurity. what started as curiosity became compulsion. he wanted to understand how fortunes were built, how they were protected, and most importantly, how they were destroyed.
by university, he'd developed a reputation for finding information others couldn't. hidden assets. buried transactions. offshore accounts. he had a talent for identifying patterns and connecting details most people overlooked.
the gang found him through his technical work. initially recruited as a hacker, he was expected to strengthen systems, improve security, and manage intelligence operations. instead, he revealed something far more valuable. kian didn't just gather information. he understood what information meant. he could look at a target's financial history and identify pressure points. he could spend weeks studying routines, relationships, and transactions before constructing complete profiles. he knew where people hid money, where they concealed secrets, and what they valued most.
leadership quickly realized they had no need to keep him behind a screen and over time, kian became one of the organization's most valuable assets—a burner known throughout the underworld as the collector. his role is simple. find everything. keep everything. use it when necessary. when the gang wants someone intimidated, they send soldiers. when they want someone eliminated, they send killers. and when they want someone ruined, they send him.
— 𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒.
his favorite meal is his mother's shepherd's pie, though he'd never admit it publicly.
he speaks english, hindi, and conversational urdu, and is teaching himself russian purely because he enjoys the challenge.
he owns an extensive collection of vintage watches and can explain the history of each one for hours.
he is an excellent cook but rarely has time to do it.
he has a scar on his lip from a schoolyard fight defending his mother.
hey, wait a second— i could swear that was SAFIYE HATİPOĞLU that just walked past. don’t tell me you haven’t heard of the OPERATIVE of THE SPIDER LILIES? they’ve been a member for FOUR MONTHS and apparently they’re actually LOYAL?, so make sure not to forget this time. i’ve heard they’re known as THE CHAMELEON, and i can tell you for sure that they’re PERCEPTIVE and ENDURING on a good day, but i don’t think you’d like to see them when they’re DISTRUSTING and AVOIDANT. rumour has it that they ARE A CON ARTIST ON THE RUN, but i don’t know if anyone has ever lived long enough to confirm it.
𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.
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𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬.
↳ birth name: [ REDACTED ] ↳ current alias: safiye hatipoğlu ↳ nicknames: saf, safi ↳ age: thirty four ↳ birthday: [ REDACTED ] ; current ID states april 27th, 1991 ↳ zodiac sign: according to her current ID, she's a taurus ↳ hometown: [ REDACTED ] ↳ previous residences: istanbul, mykonos, portofino, london, nyc, chicago, miami, los angeles, portland ↳ current residence: driftwood suites in coyote's rest, nv ↳ length of time in residence: four months ↳ affiliation: the spider lilies ↳ role: operative
𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.
↳ faceclaim: hande ercel ethnicity: turkish height: 5’9” hair color: dark brunette eye color: chocolate brown notable scars: none tattoos and piercings: one tattoo — a (new) spider lily discreetly tattooed at the junction where left hip meets stomach and thigh ; each ear lobe pierced once
𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬.
↳ father: ahmet yazici — last known alias ; deceased mother: lehman yazici — 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
𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜.
↳ 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, disheveled hair, leather jackets stolen from old almost somethings, family rings and family rap sheets, unfinished lines of poetry scribbled on a forgotten page.
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.
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 “secret”, safiye doesn’t remember it. she doesn’t remember ever just being a girl, a daughter, a friend. she doesn’t remember playing tag in a big backyard, feet bare and knees muddy. she doesn’t remember a cherished dog from her childhood, either, ambiguous in breed and adorably ugly.
she doesn’t remember because, while those anecdotes have preceded many a story that’s spilled from saf’s lips they never actually happened.
no, safiye’s childhood was spent checking into new penthouse suites of whatever luxury hotel proclaimed itself to be the best for seeing and being seen— 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 place— particularly because, in each new city and every new school, she was rarely safiye at all.
sibel onarıcı. hale denktaş. sevda akman. zeynep gülpınar. melek dağtekin.
in thirty four years of life she’s been so many versions she’s no longer sure where one ends and the other begins. hell, she’s 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 they’d 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 Ledger’s— not that that was the family’s true name. neither was leman and ahmet her parents real names, for that matter.
what they called each other didn’t 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. “it’s like playing dress up, or pretend,” her mother would whisper enthusiastically while combing out her hair and quizzing her on who they’d be that day, that month, that year. young saf didn’t realize that their ‘game’ was breaking several laws.
and then, for longer than she wished to inspect or admit, she didn’t 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 she’d lived hundreds of lives under just as many names it was the only thing real she had to lean on.
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.
saf’s 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 couldn’t 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.
and then, perhaps most of all, there was the silver snake. anastasios papadopoulos. her best friend’s 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 saf’s 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 all— good, bad, utterly despicable and somehow still worth saving.
without any one of them in the operation everything would fall apart, but it was him who saf was certain she couldn’t survive without. even when she knew he’d be at the epicenter of her demise.
together, little spiders in their parents’ webs, they banded together and always, always answered when another called. until one day they didn’t. he didn't.
there was nothing remarkable about the second morning that changed everything in safiye’s 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 wouldn’t it?) she would be doing it with her eyes most likely closed– quite literally.
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 she’d best serve the families’ interest by the time she turned sixteen. and once she turned eighteen (their parents weren’t total monsters, probably) she was called on to fulfill her duty.
mostly, saf didn’t care. she’d 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.
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 should’ve 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.
except that's not what happened. when saf discretely pressed ‘call’ on the phone hidden in her tiny clutch taz didn't pick up. the signal to move in went unanswered.
and nobody—not her mother, their partners in crime, her brother, or her friends—knows 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 wasn’t right. something that altered them so fundamentally that when their families gathered for the next game... they didn’t.
safiye and her best friend ran, and they kept running, until they'd crossed too many state lines to easily track.
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 woman’s body. in a game she didn’t win. with a name that died as surely as her faith did those nights it all went to shit.
𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬.
↳ 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.
↳ 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.
↳ 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.
↳ 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.
↳ in the aftermath of that night in california, safiye was the one who invoked a childhood pact between them—one that obligated the other to agree without question or complaint—and 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.
↳ 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".
↳ 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.
↳ 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 tattoos—even well hidden ones—so 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.
↳ 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.
↳ 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 didn’t want to just “get by”. saf suspects she wanted him out of her way and orchestrated it into existence.
↳ 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.
↳ 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.
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.
↳ 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.
↳ 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 they’d all be lost without. academically brilliant and the key player behind every con they’ve 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.
↳ 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"—any 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 it—whatever it was—before she took off.
↳ 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. they’re 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".
↳ 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 rest—more 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.
↳ 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.
↳ 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 back—could 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 facades—or 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.
↳ 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!
↳ 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! — 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
↳ 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.
↳ 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!
↳ 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.
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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ ♫B A S I L E U S R E X♫
( sam reid, 38, cis male, he/him ) ⸻ hey, wait a second— i could swear that was VIKTOR KING that just walked past. don’t tell me you haven’t heard of the THE ACCOUNTANT of THE D'AMICO FAMILY? they’ve been a member for 8 YEARS and apparently they’re actually LOYAL, so make sure not to forget this time. i’ve heard they’re known as THE MIDAS, and i can tell you for sure that they’re CHARMING and HARD WORKING on a good day, but i don’t think you’d like to see them when they’re DRAMATIC and TEMPERAMENTAL. rumour has it that they LOST THEIR FIANCÉ IN A GANG HIT AND RUN, but i don’t know if anyone has ever lived long enough to confirm it. either way, most people would use MAMAMIA by MANESKIN to describe them, as well THREE PIECE TOM FORD SUITS HANGING IN NEAT ROWS, KISSES THAT TASTE LIKE CHARDONNAY AND MENTHOLS, THE FLASH OF WHITE TEETH AND BLONDE CURLS AS HE BRUSHES PAST YOU WITH A KNOCK TO THE SHOULDER. god only knows how they ended up here, but love them or hate them, they’re not going anywhere.
— 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝚰𝐂𝐒.
full name: Viktor Alain King
nicknames: Vik
age & birthday: Thirty Eight (November 9th)
gender identity & pronouns: Cis male & He/him
gang & role: The D'Amico Family & The Accountant
primary & secondary weapon: He's much more of a lover than a fighter, but he does carry a small, nondescript black pistol in his briefcase and has another in his desk drawer.
occupation ( if applicable ): Former Tech giant Corpo Lawyer, current Accountant for the D'Amico family
born: San Francisco, CA
past residence: San Francisco, Reno (for university), Las Vegas (previous job)
relationship with the family: He is estranged from his parents though hismother still attempts to contact him, he refuses to speak to her. His grandmother raised him from the age of 4 and the two were close. Her death devastated him.
pets: None
orientations: Pansexual (prefers men but honestly he'll fuck anyone once)
relationship status: Single
exes: Henry Abernathy (NPC), Cameron Marshal (NPC, Deceased)
— 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.
face claim: Sam Reid
height: 6ft 1
build: Slim but with ropey muscles. A swimmers build.
eye colour: Pale Blue
hair colour: Blonde
style habits: He has both of his nipples pierced with gold bars, he wears a single gold hoops in both lobes and a gold cuff on his right ear. He known for wearing very expensive and smart suits at work, but is often seen out and about in his free time wearing more high fashion type looks. Aesthetics here and here.
tattoos: Nil.
scars: Nil.
— 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀.
positive traits: Intelligent, Charming, Hard working.
negative traits: Arrogant, Ruthless, Dramatic.
primary vice: greed
primary Virtue: Fortitude
label: The Midas
aesthetics: Early morning sunlight filtering through floor to ceiling glass, the seedy underbelly of a club bathed in purple and blue neon, the push and pull of a sloppy makeout in a dingy club bathroom, the hawk like intensity in which he takes notes in meetings, an iron hard glance over a pair of gold horn rim glasses, a black coffee drank on a sun soaked balcony, a line of coke split in half to share with a pretty boy that looks like him, the smiling face of a long lost love that he keeps shoved in the back of a drawer encase he thinks too hard about what happened, a glass of shiraz and a hole in his heart too big to fill again.
fears:
habits: He purses his lips and grinds his teeth when he's frustrated or upset, lots of hand gestures when he talks.
hobbies: Reading, early morning swims, runs in the evening, bluegrass music (it reminds him of Cameron), he's an avid violin and piano player.
mbti type: ENTJ "The Commander"
moral alignment: Lawful Evil
character parallels: Lestat De Lioncourt (TVC), Astarion (Baldur’s Gate 3), Dorian Pavus (Dragon Age), Shiv Roy (Succession), Ilithyia (Spartacus), Cersei Lannister (Game of Thrones), The Countess (AHS Hotel).
— 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝚰𝐂𝐀𝐋.
disorders: He defo has some sort of narcissistic personality disorder but he's never been diagnosed.
allergies: None
sleeping habits: If he isn't straight up passing out after a night of partying, its the exact opposite. He's in his pj's, glasses on, hair mask in, laptop on his lap to do some last min work stuff and then he's asleep for 9.30
exercise habits: Despite his hedonistic habits, Vik is am avid fan of exercise and is bordering on weird about it. He's sort of in the mindset of "well if i go out running and swimming every day, i can do whatever the fuck else I want." He religiously goes for a 40 min swim EVERY morning in his buildings pool (has he done this hungover/still high? absolutely!), and tries to do at MINIMUM 15 thousand steps a day. He also eats REALLY well, he's a berry and nut kinda guy.
drug use: He's a social coke user. Again, mostly at parties or clubs 2-3 times a week.
alcohol use: Social drinker. Mostly at parties and clubs, but is known to enjoy a whiskey on the rocks or a glass of merlot with his dinner.
smoking habits: Smokes menthols, hates e-cigs. If you're gonna fuck up your lungs, he says, at least do it properly.
— 𝐇𝚰𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.
Viktor was born in San Francisco to Adam and Adeline King, two well known bohemian/hippie types who lived of the dwindling inheritance Adeline's dead father left her. They did not take much to do with their son, usually too busy attending vaguely cult like seminars and desert retreats to worry about a kid.
Viktor was often left alone as a baby and as a very young child, eventually his grandmother became involved when she realised just how often her grandson was being abandoned. Sylvia Aupaire was a strict, but overtly glamorous woman that Viktor adored, who lived in a lavish apartment in the heart of the city. Viktor went to the best schools, ate the best food, and grew up wanting for very little.
Viktor met Henry Abernathy when he was 14 and by the time they were 17, they were dating. Henry was a quiet but handsome boy that Viktor had flirted with and teased mercilessly until Henry had kissed him hard in Pioneer park about it.
Henry came from a very wealthy family, and was adamant that his father could not find out about them. Viktor agreed and their relationship became a clandestine one, were they met mostly at his grandmothers apartment, or out in public. This continued for 2 years.
Viktor was 19 and just about to start studying law at CSU, when Henrys father paid him a visit. Mr Abernathy was over 20 years his senior and offered Viktor a cool few million and a free place with a guaranteed job at one of the largest Tech companies in America upon graduation, if he agreed to stay away from Henry forever.
24 hours previously, Viktor had sat with Henry on the very sofa his father now occupied, and told him he loved him. Now, he was taking money from his lovers father. The night ended with Viktor on his belly and Mr Abernathys hand in his hair.
Viktor couldn’t quite figure out which was the worst part. The fact that he so willingly took a bribe from his boyfriends father, or the fact that he fucked him afterward and liked it.
The next morning, Viktor was being driven to the airport to catch a flight to Reno, where he would begin his studies. He cut contact with Henry and has not seen him since. There were phone calls and letters for the first few months but eventually, nothing but radio silence followed.
Upon graduation, Viktor moved to Las Vegas and began working for a Tech Giant company as per the deal Mr Abernathy gave him. He excelled there. Charming enough to work his way up the pay roll and ruthless enough to win cases in the court room.
Viktor became one of the meanest Corpo lawyers going, and was earning more money than he knew what to do with. But he was greedy and there were inklings of the company going bust. Viktor jumped ship before things started to get really bad and almost predictably, 6 months later the company had declared bankruptcy and Viktor was of the hook.
He moved to coyote’s rest around the same time and caught the eye of the D'Amico family. He was suave and charming, annoying as a wasp, but good at his job. Viktor was a numbers guy, able to make money appear and disappear with ease. He kept track of debts with a pin prick precision that was, honestly, a little terrifying. The D'Amico's have given him a job and were paying him alot of money, and he was not about to fuck it up.
It was in coyote’s rest that Viktor met and eventually fell in love with a young man named Cameron, a small town Virginia native who had moved to Nevada for an acting gig. Cameron was sweet and kind and a lot better than Viktor deserved, considering the status of his previous relationship. Viktor had been so happy with him. They were together for about 4 years and about to be married before Cameron was killed in a hit a run.
Viktor was devastated and poor Cameron’s sudden death unlocked something dangerous in him. He threw himself into his work, spent long hours keeping track of money in an out of the families coffers, gave dangerous instructions to enforcers about retrieving debts. He was like a man possessed.
Viktor doesn't know which of the other gangs was responsible for Cameron's death. He can't seem to get a straight answer out of anyone. Members of the D'Amico family he has asked for help can't seem to get the story straight, and anyone they press for details always has a different story. Viktor can feel himself going slowly mad. He needs answers before he goes of the rails completely.
Now, Viktor lives in a sort of semi limbo. He works incredably hard, usually the first one in the office and the last to leave at night, but he’s also living an incredibly hedonistic lifestyle to try and cope with everything that's happened. Ask him if he's fine and the answer will always be yes, because he's not about to start opening up to anyone ever again.
A fiend for drink, drugs and casual hook ups, if Viktor isn’t finding an extra few thousand grand for his bosses, he’s usually doing a line in a hotel room off a valets abs before kissing a cocktail waitress about it.
— 𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒.
He’s a right handed Scorpio, who likes a good pistachio based pastry and thinks rock music is just the fucking worst. He listens to alot of classical, blue grass and foreign pop.
His teeth are perfect, 0 fillings and 0 issues EVER. He’s very smug about it
He drinks red wine and anything whiskey based, but does enjoy a nice bottle of very cold champagne sometimes. His go to his a glass of ice water and a black coffee though.
His mother and Grandmother were French, so he speaks it fluently and spoke it exclusively with his grandmother when he lived with her, he is currently trying (and failing) at studying German.
His favourite colours are Blue, Silver and White
He recently holidayed in Italy, spending 2 weeks on the Amalfi coast, which he thoroughly enjoyed. He’s thinking about buying a villa in Sorrento.
He has worn his hair long since he was 15. This man is also waxed from the eyebrows DOWN.
He has a thing for muscles and long necks. He likes brunette women and men that look like him.
His eye sight is terrible and while he usually wears contacts, he’s getting older now and sometimes just cba putting them in, so he has a collection of very trendy horn rimmed specs to use if he needs to.
Despite his VERY hedonistic lifestyle, on and of again drug habit and smoking like a train, Viktor does take fairly good care of himself. He works out, is an avid swimmer and when he does eat, its usually quite healthy.
hey, wait a second— i could swear that was MARGOT "SHAY" SCHAFFER that just walked past. don’t tell me you haven’t heard of the LAUNDERER of THE JACKALS? they’ve been a member for THREE YEARS and apparently they’re actually LOYAL, so make sure not to forget this time. i’ve heard they’re known as THE PRODIGAL DAUGHTER, and i can tell you for sure that they’re AUTHENTIC and DAUNTLESS on a good day, but i don’t think you’d like to see them when they’re POSSESSIVE and IRRATIONAL. rumour has it that they TOOK OVER NEON GRAVE FROM THEIR DAD AFTER HE WENT TO JAIL, but i don’t know if anyone has ever lived long enough to confirm it.
𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.
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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.
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𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬.
↳ name: margot marianna schaffer nicknames: to nearly everyone (but her mother) she goes by shay — a byproduct of always being called ‘baby shay / baby schaffer’ when following her dad around the old clubhouse as a child ; a rare few who’ve known her for a long time might call her mags or maggie, as it’s another lingering remnant of childhood ; m&m — 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
𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.
↳ faceclaim: phoebe tonkin ethnicity: german, scottish, polish, welsh height: 5’8” hair color: brunette eye color: hazel notable scars: to be determined tattoos and piercings: yes; specifics to be determined
𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬.
↳ father: charles “quickdraw” schaffer, jackals member ; currently incarcerated at high desert state prison 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 father’s side — WC ; two younger half siblings on her mother’s side, ages 22 and 17 children: none sexual orientation: bicurious heteroromantic relationship status: single previous partner(s): rafael grenados
𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜.
↳ 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 levi’s 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.
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.
born to the twenty year old daughter of a texas oil magnate and an outlaw with more charm and good looks than sense, margot ‘shay’ 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 time—least 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 mom—surrounded by the same country clubs and old money expectations susanne once tried to escape herself—and 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.
𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬.
↳ as a kid she developed a reputation for finding trouble even when trouble wasn’t looking for her. it’s a trait that she carries to this day.
↳ 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.
↳ she’s loyal to a fault once you’ve earned her trust but absolutely ruthless if you betray it. her grudges don't have an expiration date, either. she keeps them around like little pets.
↳ 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.
↳ shay was given her mother’s 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 charlie’s instead.
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.
↳ 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.
↳ 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.
↳ 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.
↳ cross country liasons ( open ) - this would be anyone shay met—a friend, an enemy, a fling, a relationship, a ONS or FWBs arrangement— during the seven years she was gone from coyote's rest.
↳ 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.
↳ 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?
↳ 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 discussion—esp. if they're affiliated with a different gang!
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❝ where i was raised there was no street lights, just pitch black and passing headlights. and where we met there must have been dark signs, omens in your skies. ❞
( manny jacinto, 35, gender apathetic, he/they ) ⸻ hey, wait a second— i could swear that was MADDOX VOSS that just walked past. don’t tell me you haven’t heard of the LEADER of NAMELESS? they’ve been a member for 16 YEARS and apparently they’re actually LOYAL, so make sure not to forget this time. i’ve heard they’re known as THE HUNTSMAN, and i can tell you for sure that they’re OBSERVATIVE and DOMINANT on a good day, but i don’t think you’d like to see them when they're CALOUS and BLUNT. rumour has it that they MURDERED THEIR FATHER AT 13 WITH A CROSSBOW, but i don’t know if anyone has ever lived long enough to confirm it. either way, most people would use DARK SIGNS by SLEEP TOKEN to describe them, as well the feeling of rot slowly destroying you from the inside, to radiate cold and never warmth, a tear through that old family portrait, hands stained in the blood that has been bathed in, the childhood that dies in a thundering applause, the elegance of horror, the arrow shot straight to hell. god only knows how they ended up here, but love them or hate them, they’re not going anywhere.
gang & role: nameless | leader — ended the life of the last leader due to their incompetence leaking into everything
primary & secondary weapon: crossbow or bow and arrows | throwing knives — crossbow tends to be self modified, and he can uses a gun but he dislikes them and finds them.. impersonal by comparison
occupation ( if applicable ): n/a
born: london, england
past residence: feltham young offender institution, london — aged 13-18
current residence: coyote's rest, las vegas. he lives within the glassline towers penthouse, he rarely uses the headquarters as somewhere to live — since 19
— 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒.
parents: sebastian voss ( father — deceased, former head of the voss empire, murdered by maddox with a crossbow ) & ophelia voss ( mother — deceased, murdered by maddox five years ago after their estrangement with poison )
siblings: two older brothers and a younger sister — open connections !
extended family: tba but open !
relationship with the family: siblings are tbd, but maddox was once close with his parents, in the sense that he acted how he was expected to act for them and followed what they wished for. but that of course fell apart at 13 when he killed his father after catching him cheating, and then he cut contact with his mother sometime after 18 when she got him out of prison and he disappeared
pets: creature ( somewhat feral stray black cat that he took in sometime ago and lives within nameless headquarters )
orientations: demisexual/romantic
relationship status: single
exes: tbd — connections open !
— 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.
face claim: manny jacinto
height: 5'11"
build: lean, athletic build that's been built through years of his own discipline and training. he's built for endurance rather than brute force
eye colour: near black, or close enough in lower lighting
hair colour: black and falling just past his shoulders. usually tied back and maintained
style habits: predominantly found in anything black and that allows for te freedom of movement. think your typical "assassin" get up but more gothic and almost tailored in some ways. tactical goth
tattoos: heavily tattooed across his entire body, all of it black work with no colour, including the crowned star that is placed on the front his neck, along his throat — see pinterest for more on this
scars: numerous scars that have been accumulated over the years, from that of his childhood, to more recent knife wounds, burns or some poorly healed injuries. most are concealed beneath the ink of his tattooes
aesthetics: the feeling of rot slowly destroying you from the inside, to radiate cold and never warmth, a tear through that old family portrait, hands stained in the blood that has been bathed in, the childhood that dies in a thundering applause, the elegance of horror, the arrow shot straight to hell, the bells ring for the already dead, wolves circling the unseeing, the boy that grew into the executioner alongside the devil
fears: losing control, vulnerability, intimacy, becoming anything other than who he is now
habits: mains eye contact to a point that borders no uncomfortable, taps his rings of any surface in a rhythm of his own creation, cleans blood off himself almost immediately, memorises people and remembers details others would not, has eyes on every exit
hobbies: reading, listening to classical music whilst he sharpens or adjusts weapons, chess, collecting antique weaponry to display or restore, archery of course, hunting
mbti type: intj
moral alignment: lawful evil
character parallels: lady macbeth ( macbeth ), christian grey ( fifty shades of grey.. jfc on that one ), azula ( atla ), hannibal lecter ( hannibal ), general kirigan ( grishaverse ), annalise keating ( htgawm ), thomas shelby ( peaky blinders ), kaz brekker ( grishaverse ), tseng ( final fantasy 7 ), light yagami ( death note ), coriolanus snow ( hunger games )
sleeping habits: notoriously poor sleeper due to being a chronic insomniac, so he typically averages a good 4-5 hours a night if he's lucky, but wakes easily
exercise habits: he maintains a strict and disciplined routine with daily training on endurance, flexibility and combat
drug use: recreational use isn't uncommon, but he rarely does anything that will allow him the loss of control. more known to take sedatives than anything else
alcohol use: drinks heavily and rather frequently, but years of tolerance has turned him into something of a functional addict to the point it's hard to tell when he's actually intoxicated
smoking habits: heavy smoker, can go through packs a day if he's under intense stress. it's a tell, really
— 𝐇𝚰𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.
maddox was born into the voss family, and one that could be considered to have gone beyond what wealthy typically meant and ventured instead into that of old money. they were the sort of family with a surname that opened doors to whatever they wanted. his father was the current head of the voss empire in london, and madox alongside his siblings would have been expected to follow in similar footsteps towards the family business.
his parents were never too keen on the caring aspect of being parents considering affection was often conditional with praise earned through ones achievements rather than freely given. however, and some could certainly attribute that to why he is the way he is now. to why he turned out exactly how he was unexpected.
when maddox was five he got his first understanding of combat and violence as his father signed him up for martial arts just like his brothers had also done before him. not something presented as a choice. he had never questioned it, simply went alongside what was expected as his younger sister would later be enrolled into ballet. he roles set out in waiting to be filled by the children of the already elite.
he took up archery only a couple of years following that, something that they quickly found he excelled at with an aim beyond precise and instinctive. reflexes honed. it was perhaps the first thing that he truly enjoyed, and one of the skills built to feel like his own rather than for the family name. and truly, at that young and age maddox assumed he could simply make it in life later as an athlete, that being the youngest of three sons would mean the family business rarely meant anything to him.
and still, the exposure to violence only continued through maddox's childhood. the next of that coming only when he was ten and he followed his eldest brother to what he'd assumed would be something stupid, reckless maybe. he hadn't expected to see the oldest of the siblings to be participating in paid fights. and maddox should not have witnessed it, nor should he have found a fascination with it and he continued sneaking into such events with an odd sort of ease. it was the first form of violence that he had witnessed that wasn't hidden behind expensive suits and empty glasses and words.
but it was at thirteen that life finally took the turn into the truly unknown. the unexpected. the terrifying.
maddox was thirteen, returning from private practice where he'd recently been learning and research crossbow's and techniques to go alongside his already existing knowledge of archery as it was. but as he returned, dark eyes crossed over the private gates and found his father just outside of the dark of a poorly lit light, with a woman who was not his wife.
maddox would later find himself struggling to explain the decision behind his actions.. not because he didn't understand what it was that he had just done, but because the choice had felt incredibly straight forward to him. a crossbow cocked and aimed as he watched the woman disappear, before his father turned and saw him. and maddox pulled the trigger. the final straw triggered as maddox faced something about his father that felt misplaced, aggressive even. vile.
when the police were eventually alerted, they found maddox stood next to the body that had two bolts sticking out of the chest, and not a sign of guilt on the thirteen year olds face, nor any attempt made to flee the scene.
maddox spent five years within a juvenile prison in london following the murder, something classed high enough to have made several rounds of news broadcast on top of it. but it was in there that maddox learned how to read others, to understand them beyond the violence and catalogue it.
and by all accounts he should not have been allowed out, should have instead been moved to an adult offenders facility. but thanks to a mother with connections, blackmail and bribery, alongside a highly paid lawyer, maddox was released.
see, it was pretty safe to say that his family has never been as pure and delicate as it portrays itself.
after his release maddox was cleared of all charged, a record wiped clean, at least on paper, despite the headlines that had been scrubbed in the aftermath. still, he didn't spent as much time at home as he was perhaps expected to, instead disappearing one night without looking back, leaving behind everything apart from the name. becoming something of a phantom haunting a home as he instead found his way across the pond to america, coyote's rest within vegas, specifically.
it was in this transition at nineteen that he found himself falling into the hands of nameless, discovering somewhere that loyalty was valued more highly that that of pedigree for the first time. finding structure and purpose in their own twisted way of it.
he started off like any other as a recruit, before working his way up fairly easily towards becoming one of the many assassins plaguing the ranks of the gang. building a reputation quickly that became tied to precision alongside the brutality, for is maddox was sent after someone, then that job would surely be completed. this is where the huntsman was born.
and eventually, without truly wanting it or even considering it an option, maddox found himself taking over the gang at the prime age of twenty nine, ten years after his initiation.
he didn't plan on being their leader, and anyone that knows a decent amount about the man would've understood that that was the last thing he likely wanted to happen. but when it came down to it, there was only one man bold enough and frustrated enough to send an arrow flying into the head of the old leader when their incompetence became something even he could not turn a blind eye to.
with the arrow shot, a leader dead, the head of that crown had fallen to his own and despite his agitation towards the role. many were already expecting the transition of power to end in bloodshed, but instead he stepped into it with whatever it was that he could give back to the gang that had aided in raising him in some ways.
he may not be caring, nor kind or considerate, but he is loyal to his own and in the years passed they have gone through.. terrible times, and his goal was to put things back into place. and he has done that. under his leadership nameless has become considerably more feared and ruthless, earning their position among the ranking of gangs. inefficiency removed, weakness dealt with immediately, and loyalty rewarded for what it was.
— 𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒.
his weapon of choice will always be a crossbow or bow and arrow, and it's rare you find him without one of them on him. his second weapon and meant more for backup would be silver throwing knives, usually kept under his sleeves for quick access.
i can promise you that if you decide to try and nickname him anything relating to that of: legolas, katniss or hawkeye or god knows what else, then you're probably going to find an arrow in your eye..
he does sometimes just drop off the face of the earth. like, he prefers to be out of reach sometimes to a point that some assume he may have just died out there, but he's usually just seeking genuine solace.
he has a fairly twisted sense of what's right and wrong, and that may be because maddox rather enjoys playing and toying with his victims, even if he is simply supposed to be intimidating them. he doesn't find a quick kill satisfying.. so it's safe to say no one really wants to be on that side of him. he is the huntsman for a reason, anyway.
he still has a posh british accent, yes.
he is 100% on a most wanted list.
i didn't add it into his background, but he killed his mother five years ago due to the loose end she represented and the fact that after finding him again she tried to pressure him into contact that he did not want. he did not hate the woman, but he didn't see an ending that went any other way.
uh i'll add more to this but i feel like this gives a good impression of what he's like
❝ 𝐡𝐞𝐲, 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭—𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐬 "𝐭𝐚𝐳" 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭? don’t tell me you’ve never heard of the fixer of the remains? around the 666, they call him the house favorite— the man you send when debts get messy, tempers run hot, or problems need disappearing before sunrise. on a good day, he’s charismatic and resourceful, and on a bad one? well, you’ll find out he’s manipulative and guarded, but by then it’s usually too late to matter. there’s an old rumour floating around that he vanished for nearly two months after walking away from his family’s grifting empire. when he finally resurfaced, a lot of the people hunting him had mysteriously quit looking— though nobody seems particularly eager to explain why. most people would use smoke-filled back rooms and loaded dice, gold watches resting over bruised knuckles, whiskey poured neat after midnight, velvet-lined casino floors, blood debts hidden behind million-dollar smiles, and secrets exchanged beneath chandelier light to describe him. god only knows how he wound up here, but one thing’s for certain—love him or hate him, he isn’t the kind of man who disappears quietly. he's the kind you wake up owing.
𝔟𝔞𝔰𝔦𝔠𝔰 .
NAME. ANASTASIOS PAPADOPOULOS
GOES BY. TAZ
OTHER NICKNAME(S). ROCKY (by the six members only)
AGE + BIRTHDATE. 36 ∘ TBA
FACECLAIM. THEO JAMES
OCCUPATION. CONMAN + FIXER
CURRENTLY LIVING IN. TBA
GENDER + PRONOUNS. CISMALE ∘ HE/HIM
LENGTH OF TIME IN COYOTE'S REST. 3 MONTHS
AFFILIATED GANG. THE REMAINS
𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔰 . pinterest | tracklist | connections
𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 .
Anastasios Papadopoulos was born into a family where deception wasn't considered a sin—it was survival.
For generations, the Papadopoulos family made their living through scams, confidence schemes, and elaborate cons. They drifted from city to city, changing names, stories, and identities as easily as changing clothes. To them, trust was currency, and people existed somewhere between opportunities and obstacles.
By the age of six, Taz was already learning how to smile at strangers and tell lies with conviction. His parents treated him less like a son and more like an investment. They taught him how to read people, how to spot weakness, and how to sell hope to those foolish enough to buy it. By his teens, he could talk his way into almost anything and out of nearly everything.
He hated it. Not the rush. Not the game itself. The lack of choice. Every dollar he earned, every identity he wore, every scheme he helped orchestrate belonged to somebody else. His parents controlled everything. They preached loyalty while using their children as pieces on a board.
So eventually, Taz did the one thing nobody in his family had ever done. He walked away. Following his younger sister to Coyote's Rest, he promised—mostly to her—that he'd leave the worst parts of himself behind. No more elaborate scams. No more taking advantage of innocent people. No more running.
Unfortunately, old habits don't die. They evolve. Coyote's Rest introduced him to The Remains, the organization operating behind the glamour and excess of the 666 Casino. Unlike his family, the gang wasn't built on blood or tradition. They valued usefulness above all else, and usefulness happened to be Taz's specialty.
He found himself among people who understood that information could be deadlier than bullets and that sometimes the easiest way to control a person wasn't fear—it was debt.
Now, working as one of the Remains' most trusted Fixers, Taz handles problems no one else wants touching their hands. He smooths over disputes, talks debtors into cooperation, cleans up loose ends, and ensures bad situations become manageable ones.
Officially, he's just another familiar face around the casino. Unofficially, he's the man people call when things go sideways.
And despite everything he's done, Taz still tells himself he's different from the people who raised him. Some days, he even believes it.
𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 .
Taz possesses the kind of charisma that's difficult to distrust. Easy smiles, sharp wit, and a voice that sounds like he's sharing a secret with only you—he has spent his entire life making people feel comfortable enough to lower their guard.
Beneath that charm lies a man perpetually at war with himself. He's clever, observant, and dangerously adaptable, able to think his way out of situations that would leave most people cornered. Though naturally manipulative, he's become far more selective about how he uses those talents. He prefers persuasion over intimidation and humor over violence, often acting as the peacemaker before problems become bloodshed.
Authority figures make his skin crawl. Years spent under controlling parents left him fiercely independent and deeply suspicious of anyone who demands obedience simply because they hold power.
Despite his questionable morals, Taz has an undeniable soft spot for underdogs, lonely people, and anyone being exploited. He understands what it feels like to belong nowhere and to spend your entire life being useful rather than loved.
He often hides sincerity behind sarcasm and jokes, treating vulnerability like a language he never properly learned.
And although he'll deny it with a grin and a cigarette, he wants something he's never truly had: A place to belong.
His role within The Remains: Where others in the outfit rely on violence, Taz relies on people. He's the one sent to calm angry creditors, convince debtors to cooperate, negotiate arrangements, smooth over internal disputes, and make inconvenient problems quietly disappear. He specializes in reading people and understanding exactly what they need to hear. He rarely raises his voice. He rarely needs to. Members joke that "Rocky" could talk a priest into cheating at cards and convince the devil to extend a payment plan. More often than not, they're right.
𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 .
younger sister ( 34 ) !! — she was the first one brave enough to walk away. unlike rocky, she never enjoyed the games, the lies, or the thrill of taking advantage of people. she spent years trying to convince her brothers there had to be something better than the life their parents had planned for them. eventually, she disappeared, settling down and building something resembling a normal life. rocky followed years later, largely because she was the only person whose opinion still mattered to him. they love each other fiercely, though she’s still convinced her brother is incapable of staying out of trouble for longer than a week. he insists she's dramatic. she insists she's right. ( open / wanted connection )
younger brother ( 32 ) !! — considered "the black sheep" of the family. their parents always thought he'd be the best of them. smart, charming, and frighteningly gifted, he was expected to inherit the family business. instead, he became its biggest disappointment. whether he escaped, stayed, or walks somewhere in between is entirely up for debate. rocky and his little brother spent years competing, protecting each other, and occasionally dragging one another into terrible decisions. they understand each other better than anyone, which means they also know exactly how to hurt each other. ( open / wanted connection )
older brother ( 38 ) !! — he's the "heir apparent". if anyone inherited their parents' ambitions, it was him. whether out of duty, greed, or survival, he stayed loyal to the family while the others drifted away. he's always viewed himself as the one holding everything together, even if it meant becoming exactly what their parents wanted. he and rocky have spent years locked in an endless cycle of rivalry, resentment, and reluctant love. no matter how ugly things get, blood remains blood. ( open / wanted connection )
divorced without ever being "married" !! — rocky and safiye have spent most of their lives orbiting one another. raised in neighboring families with deep roots in the world of cons and deception, they grew up speaking the same language of lies, charm, and survival. what began as a partnership evolved into a passionate but secret romance, built on electric chemistry and shared dreams of freedom. in the end, rocky walked away—not because he stopped loving her, but because his loyalty to his younger sister outweighed his desire to risk everything for safiye. years later, their relationship remains unresolved, caught somewhere between affection and resentment, with stolen moments, lingering attraction, and a connection neither of them has ever truly managed to leave behind. ( taken )
the ex mark !! — years ago, they were supposed to be another name on a list and another successful con. instead, something happened. maybe rocky fell for them. maybe they figured him out? maybe they let him go when they should've ruined him. ( open )
rival within the remains or another gang !! — they're too much alike and absolutely hate it. competing schemes, constant one-upmanship, and enough chemistry to make everyone uncomfortable. ( open )
casino regular !! — a high roller who spends far too much time at the 666 and somehow ended up becoming Rocky's drinking buddy. ( open )
the bad influence !! — the person who reminds him why crime is fun. ( open )
"unofficial" therapist !! — possibly the only person who sees through every mask. ( open )
hey, wait a second— i could swear that was KADIR YAZICI that just walked past. don’t tell me you haven’t heard of the HACKER of NAMLESS? they’ve been a member for 2 YEARS and apparently they’re actually LOYAL, so make sure not to forget this time. i’ve heard they’re known as THE POLYMATH, and i can tell you for sure that they’re CHARISMATIC and ADEPT on a good day, but i don’t think you’d like to see them when they’re MACHIAVELLIAN and IMPULSIVE. rumour has it that they ARE PLOTTING TO OUST HIS FATHER FROM THEIR FAMILY COMPANY, but i don’t know if anyone has ever lived long enough to confirm it. either way, most people would use MY MIND IS A MOUNTAIN by DEFTONES to describe them, as well a lone wolf howling at the dissipating moon, icarus flying dangerously close to the sun, the shift of the temperature as a storm approaches. god only knows how they ended up here, but love them or hate them, they’re not going anywhere.
STATS.
full name: kadir ekin yazici. / nickname(s): n/a. / d.o.b. & age: august 4th & 32. / zodiac: leo, pisces, virgo. / gender & pronouns: cis man & he + him. / sexuality: bisexual. / relationship status: single. / ethnicity: turkish. / scent: valentino — uomo born in roma. / height: 6'2". / birthplace: short hills, nj. / occupation: hacker / software developer. / parents: volkan & melike yazici. / siblings: twin sister, one younger. / pet(s): veli ( belgian malinois ) / languages known: english, turkish. / residence: glassline towers penthouse
INFO.
⸻ born and raised in a small though wealthy suburb of new jersey, second generation turkish-american right behind his twin sister who's a couple minutes older and never lets him forget about it. the yazici name that carries a weight bestowed upon him even before he took his first breaths. a powerhouse back in their home country and international, who have their hands in everything from industrial to real estate. and kadir stood as the heir to this empire, whether or not he wanted it.
⸻ you'd think being brought up in such a cushy world meant having a picturesque life, and in many ways it was of course. being handed just about everything you could possibly want is a dream for most people. and to the public, their family was the epitome of perfect. but the saying not everything that glitters is gold exists for a reason. behind closed doors everyone had to ENDURE that which is volkan yazici. a power hungry man that praised nothing less than success and image, who could also be known for having a bit of a temper. he was never outright cruel, but if everything wasn't up to his standards then the walls of their home would boom.
⸻ growing up kadir and his siblings were given the best private school education expected to keep their grades high, and given options for a plethora of extracurriculars. for him that took the form of sports, namely basketball and hockey. though outside of that he'd always had a deep interest with computers, a bit of a nerd as he was a jock. in fact, the first time he hacked into anything was in middle school, when he changed one of his grades, as well as that of a friend. from there it was only an interest that continued to develop.
⸻ his father had already carved out a path that started with business school and ended with him taking over the company. however he had his own plans in mind, that deviated, instead pursuing a degree in computer science and going to college across the country at stanford. you can imagine this caused them to but heads, but ultimately he won out, a big thanks to his mother for intervening and convincing the man to simply let it happen. he spent some time in LA after graduating and where he also moonlit as a hacker for profit, and sometimes for his own entertainment/gain.
⸻ a couple years ago though, he found himself moving to coyote's rest after getting a job at a software firm sitting just outside the city, a place of unbridled debauchery, perfect for him to continue his own little escapades. until he landed on the radar of nameless, unintentionally exposing a vulnerability in their own cyber security. though they had brilliant people who'd been able to track him. initially there were heavy suspicions as to his motive, in spite of the fact that there truly was none, apart from curiosity. and instead of truly ending up on their bad side, or worse, he ended up taking an offer to join them, not given much of an ultimatum.
⸻ it's interesting, to say the least, being part of something so covert and quite literally nameless, considering how much of his life had been spent in a limelight of sorts. having a literal gang at his disposal, so to speak, might also just be perfect for his own plans, involving getting his father out of running their family company. as of lately he'd been making terrible calls, bad press, and attempting a hostile takeover that didn't exactly benefit them. something he'd already shared with his siblings, all of them in agreement on.
WANTED.
friends.
enemies / rivals. ( again other gangs or anyone nameless )
fwb / one night stands.
clients. ( perhaps someone looking for his hacking skills )
neighbors. ( those living in glassline towers as well )
good influence.
bad influence.
anyone who may know of his family.
