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LAUREL LIGHTFOOT is fifty years old. She is an Admin at Redwood College. Se is the humanized version of Laurel Lightfoot from the Disney film, Onward.

+ Loving, Strong-Minded, Devoted - Sardonic, Worried, Firm

ABOUT LAUREL

At present, Laurel Lightfoot’s life could not be any more different than she imagined it was going to be twenty years ago.

She met Wilden not long after they graduated from college, began dating shortly thereafter, and were married a year after that. Their first son, Bailey, came along after two years of adventuring together.

It all seemed to be going perfectly, even as Laurel fell pregnant with their second son, Ian. But the fantasy eventually shattered, as Wilden fell ill and passed away a month before Ian was born. Laurel was devastated, for herself and for her sons, but she did her best to raise them with the father figure they sorely needed.

It has been twenty-one years since her husband passed away. The boys have grown-up well (though they weren’t without their issues) and Laurel, despite missing Wilden something awful, has finally found it in herself to move on from the heartbreak.

She just hopes that her sons will finally learn to get a long with each other, and that they too can move on from the death of their father.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION*

(Optional) *Up to player.

CONNECTIONS

Bailey Lightfoot - Her oldest son. While she banters with him, Laurel worries about Bailey, and hopes that his current lifestyle is just a phase he’s going through. Ian Lightfoot - Her youngest son. She teases him often (though he seems not to like it much) but she worries about him even moreso than she does Bailey. She is devoted to both her sons and hopes that one day they can put their differences aside and get along. Celia Mae - The receptionist at Redwood College. They meet up in the staff room for lunch and are generally good friends outwith work too.

BASIC INFORMATION:

NAME: Nazli Ersan. AGE: 31. PLACE OF BIRTH: London, United Kingdom. AFFILIATION: The Rutherford Family. The Turkish gangs based in Haringey. OCCUPATION: Drug dealer. FACE CLAIM: Bensu Soral. AVAILABILITY: OPEN.

BIOGRAPHY:

Berat had once called her a walking attitude problem. 

Whilst she’d absolutely told her friend to go fuck himself, he might’ve been right. 

What else could one really expect from a woman who had, essentially, been raised by gang life? Unlike Kerem, she’d never had a supportive father (or mother, for that matter) to set a good example for their only daughter, and Ayda walking around like a little ray of fucking sunshine was an exception to the Turkish rule rather than an expectation. At least she wasn’t as rabid as Emine, for fuck’s sake. (Maybe.)

But the residents of Haringey had always been smart enough to cautiously keep their distance. Reputations that preceded people in a line of work like hers were a blessing in disguise, and Nazli did little to discourage the violent rumours that spread about her quickly during their late teenage years. That was when she’d truly burst onto the drug dealing scene, and instead of being seen solely as Berat and Kerem’s bitchy little tagalong, boy did she make sure that the spot she carved out for herself in their hierarchy was an imposing one. 

Azra liked to take her friends along as backup during potentially dangerous deals. 

Nazli preferred a shotgun and a reckless attitude.  

And that summed her up pretty nicely, if you asked those who knew her well. 

Most assumed that she was a little cracked because she’d had the shit beaten out of her so many times as a kid by the Indian gangs that would stalk around the Turkish schools, waiting for the up-and-comers to leave after their studies. They were right. So much so had she suffered at their hands that she was almost totally deaf in one ear post head-injury, and still walked a little funny almost fifteen years after having her pelvis smashed up with a baseball bat. Whilst her parents had been shitty to her for the entirety of the life she’d endured with them, the one thing she could be grateful for was being pushed into formal Turkish education, though. Yes, even if it had made her a target for the borough’s scum. It’d been where she met most of her friends. Grown to love the culture and values she would’ve otherwise despised just to spite them.  

Where she had become herself. 

...though there were plenty who’d argue that she could’ve done with being a little less like herself, and a little more like a functioning member of society. 

Kerem and Berat had taken her under their wing almost as soon as they’d met her. Nazli had been nine years old. Even though she’d typically avoided branching out socially at all costs, they had seemed intriguing enough that she’d made the exception. Back then, she hadn’t known about Kerem’s father and the fact that the gang they’d heard whispers about, but were too young to understand, belonged to him. That would come with time. Wherever they went, she followed loyally, even if that eventually meant pushing drugs for people who almost certainly saw her as expendable. 

Yes, the shitty fucking Rutherford family which thought it had the right to lord over them. 

The idea of making profits that had to be handed up to them made her squirm, but it was the price they had to pay to keep the Turkish gang ahead of the Indians in the never-ending battle to be more useful to their British oppressors. Who the fuck did they think they were treating all of Haringey like their own personal workforce..? It was a damn good job they had Azra as the charismatic go-between, because Nazli always had to be held back from spitting in their faces when they dared step foot in their home. Their borough. The place their people had worked so hard to build into what it was today.  

Nevra was absolutely included on that shit list after she’d abandoned them. 

Of course, her scorn was not limited to the British, though. The Turkish gang had gone from convenient source of income, to found family, to support system she couldn’t have functioned without, and she was so viciously loyal to their cause that one might’ve assumed she was due to take over one day instead of Kerem. Whilst her primary job is helping to push the immense mass of heroin that comes into the borough, however, where she lacks the business sense to further their interests in other ways, she instead sees herself as a humble volunteer. Committed to a public service, if you will... Indians, Russians, Rutherfords, you fucking name it; if they attempt to throw their weight around in her home, she is absolutely going to show them that their shit doesn’t fly. Nazli will greet with a bitter smile and an outburst so violent, it’s enough to make anybody second guess crossing her people. 

As tensions increase and her patience frays with the growing Russian presence on their doorstep, her responses are becoming more and more heavy-handed. The real problem, though? Nazli is starting to realise how much she fucking enjoys it.  

So maybe don’t push your luck. 

SOCIAL CONNECTIONS:

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. FAMILY: None playable. CONNECTIONS:

Kerem Doğulu: Good friend. Nazli has an immense amount of respect for Kerem. The fact that he was willing to put his personal goals aside for the furtherment of the gang’s interests is utterly selfless, in her opinion, and she can think of few others who would sacrifice the prospect of a better life to stick around people like them. Nazli adores him. When it’s his time to head up the Turkish gang, just as his father once did, she will help him stay there no matter the cost.

Berat Yalaz: Best friend. Though the four of them have always been tight knit, it was during the period in which Kerem considered higher education over a life with the gang that she and Berat became particularly close. Nazli helped him through his brief stint with heroin, and he’d always be the one willing to patch her up after one of her typically violent altercations. Nazli appreciates how he can go from class clown to savage brute in the blink of an eye if somebody needs him, and after all the years they’ve had each other’s back, that little shit is stuck with her for life. 

Azra Yavuz: Good friend. Growing up, neither of them had been blessed with a pleasant home life, but Azra had definitely got the shorter end of the stick. Nazli was always the first to offer her a distraction from her shitty father, though, and would camp out with her all night at Ayda’s when neither wanted to be stuck with their own families. Nazli has always done better in friendships with men rather than other women, but Azra was always the exception, and she would absolutely die for that bitch without a second thought. 

Ayda Demir: Friend. Well, she liked her a lot more before she got all ‘high horse’ about their gang, and broke up with her best friend...but the fact she doesn’t want to beat the shit out of her after doing either says a lot.

Meet Sasha Jackson! Word on the street is that she bears a striking resemblance to Ryan Destiny. She is a Radio Host. Currently, she’s open.

→ Once Upon A Time.

Sasha comes from a long line of music lovers. Her mother, is a current anchor for KTLA 7 and her father, a sports journalist. Broadcasting had always been in her blood since she was very little.

While many believed she’d have the moxie for doing journalism very similar to her parents, she wasn’t one to be in the camera all day. Her inspiration was listening to the radio hosts on her way to school or on road trips to Los Angeles. 

Her first mini radio gig was during her high school and college years at WDPA. She was known as Bunny Boo on the radio and everyone fell in love with her soothing voice and bubbly sense of humor. 

→ The Road So Far.

Sasha is still one of the most prominent voices that many get to hear around the city of Santa Monica and Los Angeles. She’s there to provide the biggest hits and the biggest laughs. 

While she’s not out being a radio host, Sasha absolutely adores going shopping! She’s got two instagrams, her main one and her fashion one. Let’s just say her followers grow by the day. 

Even though Sasha didn’t exactly plan on becoming an influencer aside being a radio host, she’s doing the most to make sure to use her platform for the good of the city. 

→ The Vices & Virtues.

+ Ambitious, Comical, Bubbly

- Self-Critical, Hyper-Focused, Perfectionistic

→ Are You A Friend or Foe?

Chloe Dupont

Ashley Boulet 

YOUR CAPITOL SALUTES YOU, ESTHER MOORE OF DISTRICT EIGHT.

Esther has never really been alone. Firstborn to eight children, she’s always had someone or another by her side. A mini mother, her family had always called her. She might as well have been a mother the way she tended to her siblings. Every skinned knee, bedtime story, and nightmare- she was there. Now that she was stepping on the train to the Capitol, it seemed that she was truly alone. Strangely enough, she felt as if she could finally take a breath.

Some people say that Evelyn looks a lot like ZOË KRAVITZ. Her faceclaim is semi-negotiable and she is currently AVAILABLE.

What was the most interesting thing about Evelyn Abebe? Well, what wasn’t? Armed with a mastery of all things architecture and design and dazzling mixed British-American accents that she can switch on and off at the drop of a hat, Eve has definitely made her place in the world.

Born an only child to her two, loving parents - her mother from upstate New York, and her father from Notting Hill, London - Eve has had dual citizenship since she was born. Her family lived prim and proper in the UK up until she was seven years old, when they made the big move across the ocean to live closer to her mother’s side of the family in New York. Her life was still lavish and sophisticated there; upstate New York is nothing if not known for the rich and haughty families that occupy it. In exchange for good behavior, high marks in all of her classes, and maintaining her extracurriculars (piano, violin, and competitive tennis), Evelyn wanted for nothing. She got everything she ever wanted, including two supportive-but-strict parents.

Come time for college, Columbia was the only possible option. Ivy League was the expectation. Architecture, however, was entirely her choice and it could not have been a more perfect fit. It was the perfect amount of exact science mixed with a healthy dose of creativity that, combined, managed to keep her satisfied. Since moving the the City, she has completed her Bachelors and Masters programs with ease, and now, she’s finishing up her internship in preparation for her licensure. She’s well-respected amongst her colleagues and coworkers; they’ve even offered a full time position once she’s licensed.

When she’s not at her internship, she’s earning her share of her rent money as an interior designer. Yes - she designs both the inside and the outside of her clients’ projects, and if you ask her, that only makes her all the more qualified for a position in the top design firms in the City (and yes, you can expect her to vie for those positions even with her current job offer).

And if that’s not enough, she still manages a rich and healthy social life. She visits her family upstate once a month, she’s got a small but close circle of friends, and nearly everyone who interacts with her has something nice to say. She’s bold, serious, and independent, and sometimes that comes across as being uptight, but everyone who’s taken more than five minutes to get to know her knows that boldness covers a natural, witty charm. She’s nearly got it all - a fulfilling career, a loving family, and loyal friends - and yet, she’s still plagued by the question... what’s next?

Relationships

LONDON BLAKE. college sophomore; nineteen. natasha liu bordizzo. OPEN.

and, as laney boggs once said:

“Am I a bet? Am I a fucking bet?”

BEFORE THE PARTY;

London Blake... if you were to describe London Blake in one word, it would have to be— outsider. And she was quite happy to be one, especially in the town of Rosewood. You see, while most people thrived to reach that upper echelon of the esteemed social hierarchy in Rosewood... she could honestly care less about it. In fact, she did everything in her power to stay off of anyone’s radar. And you might be asking yourself... why?

Because most people in her age range just sucked. The world around them was falling into disarray— the list of issues being far too long to list at this moment and time and fr the most part, the youth of Rosewood preferred to worry about what ridiculous designer look they could out flaunt each other in. The excess and luxury that so many people in Rosewood lived in, their apathy for those less fortunate, and their desire to take from the South Side until there was no longer a South Side left such a bad taste in her mouth that yes, she walked around with a chip on her shoulder. It was one that actually enjoyed walking around with. It served as a reminder to never be like her better off contemporaries.

So instead of seeking out the next massive rager or lounging around at the country club, discussing utter nonsense— London spent her days trying to help her community at large. She was the girl who volunteered at Rosewood’s soup kitchens on her spare time, the girl who spent her summer days working with the South Side’s youth in providing them with healthy outlets to express themselves such as gardening or mural paintings. That was what fed her heart, making sure that those around her were well.

Because of that, London was also an outspoken member of the Ravenwood community as she refused to let the underdogs be thrown to the wayside. She was the girl who attended every single town hall without fault, ensuring that the clubs she participated in had the appropriate amount of funding— which of course, made her an enemy of those involved in the more popular extracurriculars that Ravenwood had to offer. London surely didn’t mind pointing out how much of the yearly budget was set aside to make sure the meatheads of Rosewood were well.

And did she care to piss off those neanderthals?

Not one bit. Much to the dismay of her younger brother, who adored them.

Where’s London’s interest laid in art, social justice and awesome female rockers... her baby brother actually enjoyed football and things of the sort. But did she ever try to change him? No, because she loved her brother as he was. His interests aside, of course. In fact, she loved her family. Even if they weren’t the picturesque image of what a Rosewood family was suppose to look like. Their home was located in Rosewood’s South Side, the side deemed rough and tough by those looking down from their homes in the hills. Her father— a single parent after the passing of London’s mother not so long ago. The man worked long hours to keep up with the rising rent on their side of the tracks, which left London as her baby brother’s voice of reason. Speaking of, then there was him, a budding meathead... but one that’d scored himself a scholarship to Rosewood Academy due to his intelligence. But his one flaw, his odd infatuation with Zeke Sweeney.

Rosewood’s next it boy. Ugh.

Sure, the guy wasn’t exactly like the rest of the idiots he associated with as he was an active member of many clubs that she was also a part of. He’d involved himself in Ravenwood’s Green Thumb Club— actually managing to make it’s leader, Jasper Hutchinson smitten with him. Zeke was a part of Ravenwood’s gay/straight alliance, helping make Ravenwood a very open place for the members of the LGBTQ community. He’d been a member of the Student Body cabinet since their freshmen year— one that had fought to get her funding to reinstate Ravenwood’s long forgotten, Artist Society and as of late, she found herself running into him often. Like a bit too often for her like. He actually attended Artist Society meetings and when thrown into the wolves, by her as a test of what he was doing... he passed it with flying colors.

But despite all of those somewhat redeeming qualities, London still didn’t trust him. No. Why? Because once a jock, always a jock. 

So now, it was London’s mission to figure out what exactly it was that Zeke wanted. This all seemed a bit too good to be true and as London knew first hand, that often meant that it was.

DURING THE PARTY;

London had been enjoying a night in— staying down in her basement, working on her latest pieces of art while Fiona Apple blasted from her stereo system in hopes of stimulating her creative juices. As she expertly applied beautiful shades of colors, she soon found herself interrupted by the ringing of the Blake’s doorbell. After a couple of requests to get her little brother to open the door went unanswered, she came up from her studio space to find a surprise someone at her front door.

Zeke Sweeney’s younger sister. She’d met the young lady through Zeke during one of their impromptu meetings and she had to admit, she enjoyed her vibe. The young girl appeared to take no shit, which was very much a personality trait of London’s. But despite enjoying her as a person, she had to ask... why was she at her front door? The answer to her question coming soon after. She let London know that she was there to get her ready for tonight’s festivities. London didn’t know that there was anything happening in Rosewood that evening, not only that... she didn’t care to attend. Zeke’s little sister let her know that she wouldn’t be accepting that as an answer. In fact, she let know that she was going to lay the facts down outright.

Apparently Chandler and her lackies had had London’s name at their tip of their tongues and while, she didn’t really care for what those airheads had to say well... Zeke’s little sister let her know that she shouldn’t just lay down and just take whatever they had to say. She was a fighter, then this was a moment to fight and play the game very much like they did. A part of her still didn’t want to involve herself in those matters, she was perfectly fine doing what she’d been doing... but she also wanted to see the look on their faces when London bested them that evening.

So, she agreed to said makeover.

“quote to be picked by player.”

Mary MacDonald

Age: Nineteen

House: Hufflepuff

Affiliation: Order

Career: UP TO PLAYER!

aesthetics: fifteen.

what we all know: Quiet little Mary had never made much of a splash, that is until she was about halfway through her fourth year in Hogwarts. Sometimes buttons can only be pushed so far before someone finally decides to snap. Callum Mulciber was the one who liked to push and annoy Mary as much as possible, but one day she snapped back. A spell flew from her wand and before she knew it, she was standing in the Headmasters office as they talked about Callum in the infirmary. Somehow, she got out with just a long punishment, but got to continue school. Having graduated, at this point she’s just trying to live her life, but always keeps has her eyes over her shoulders.

biography to be written by player

CALLUM MULCIBER - Callum was one of those students who always tried to intimidate those around him, but one day he messed with the wrong girl. She finally got tired of it and shot back. Part of her worries about him come for her, but she’s prepared. She knows how to defend herself at this point and isn’t willing to let someone else hurt her. 

DORCAS MEADOWS - Dorcas has been a close friend of Mary’s since they started school. She’s always been someone that Mary can rely on, and she doesn’t know what she would do without her. She just hopes that they will make it out of this war alive, because losing her would be worse than anything else. 

EVAN ROSIER - It’s whatever relationship that Evan has with Callum that makes Mary nervous about him. While she’s pretty sure Callum would want to carry out his revent himself, she wouldn’t put it past him to get a friend to help get things started. 

CONNECTIONS MARY MACDONALD IS MENTIONED IN

“Where there is anger, there is always pain underneath.”

■ ABOUT. ■

name: Angelina Como age: twenty-seven occupation: drug dealer gender: cis-female pronouns: she/her sexuality: utp

■ HISTORY. ■

Growing up with the evident affiliation with the Quantum of Devils wasn’t something most kids experienced. Angelina didn’t personally see a difference, she didn’t care that people looked at her strangely, or some people at school weren’t allowed to hang out with her after school hours. Angelina never took it personally, she saw their rejections as their weakness, not hers. Being one of two daughters to the president, a lot of people underestimated her at first. They weren’t sure what she’d amount to. As she got older and became more socially aware, it became a goal to prove them all wrong. Angelina has always loved putting people in positions where they owed her something. Whether it was something tangible or simply a favour in the future, that sense of high made her feel powerful. Just like her father, she was power-hungry. She pictured herself being president of the Quantum of Devils for her entire life. It’s what was told and sometimes expected of her. Angelina soon became obsessed with that very feeling and of course, did what she could to never let that feeling inside diminish. She was lucky to find a best friend who was the exact same. Since the day they met in the first grade she and her best friend became two of the scariest kids on the playground. The two of them always played pranks and enjoyed the game of blackmail way too much.

One of her best pranks she ever executed was when she lead a group of second-generation Devils to burn down the private school that was about to celebrate its grand opening. Her plan was effortless until all those rich kids who were supposed to attend the private school, suddenly enrolled in her public high school. She hadn’t expected that outcome and by far wasn’t pleased in the slightest. She hated the idea of outsiders coming into her school and taking over, though she decided to change her point of view and look at the positive side. She and her close friends saw this as an opportunity. They used the assimilation of schools to their advantage. It was safe to say that in high school Angelina would often lead the group of second-generation royals through various plans to keep their control of the school. It was in her nature to lead and she played the part effortlessly. She set out so most of the second generation devils members would start selling drugs for double to the rich kids knowing they could easily afford it. Her group became the biggest drug dealers amongst theirs and many high schools in their area.

Angelina and the rest of the teenage Devils ruled the school and almost every party that was hosted in the four years of high school. After graduation, she did what all her friends did and put her name in the hat for the prospect. During that time, most of her friends were older than her, her two close friends Wren and Selena were both older so when she became a prospect, they were already full members. Somehow the group of prospects she’d worked with, didn’t know who she was at first and they gave her hell. Being one of the only female prospects at the time, she used her wit and mental ability to tear someone down as her weapon to scare them off. After becoming a full member, she went back to her roots and began selling drugs for the club. Angelina made a small name for herself in the drug business in Texas, she often held the cards and was owed many favours. Her favourite position to be in.

When a new member joined the Devils she didn’t think much of it at first, especially since this member was the same age as her dad. She didn’t make them work for her trust like she would if someone her own age joined. She watched his Garrett character climb the ladder and get close to her father. The closeness of their relationship worried her because she wondered if he was trying to steal the seat she rightly wanted and deserved. Her father had started giving Garrett attention than his own daughter. Angelina wanted the be the president, everyone knew it and believed it could have been a smart move when the time was right. Angelina knew at that time she wasn’t ready for the presidency, she still had so much to learn, though it was a goal she didn’t want to push aside for. Garrett’s friendship started to frustrate her on a personal level, she chose to do her own spying and gain as much information as she could. She needed to know who this random man was.

■ WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON? ■

Angelina Como was born into the original Devils, her father was one of the original members who built the club from the ground, and for that, she will always have a personal commitment to the quantum of devils. Her father was incredibly committed and had become president when she was six years old. When Garrett started to weasel his way into her father’s life, she had a feeling he wasn’t trustworthy. The more she tried to talk to her father about it the more he pushed her off and treated her like a child. Which for one, furiously aggravated her. It’s for that reason, she took matters into her own hands and tried her best to find something against Tubbs.

■ KEEP THIS AWAY FROM YOUR ENEMIES ■

When the second charter moved to New York Angelina continued to collect dirt on Tubbs, most of the club already trusted and respected him though she wasn’t buying it. While in New York, she kept a close eye on him. She followed him everywhere he went, she watched him pay off a local to purposely planted drugs into the bar. At first, she thought it might be a safe house he’d pre-planned, though when the news reported that the very same bar was raided and two well-known club members were incarcerated. Angelina felt the events must have been connected. While this wasn’t proof, she wanted to bring this up to her father. When she saw him and Tubbs together, she obviously followed them. She waited for the Tubbs would leave her father alone. Although, her waiting would be the biggest regret of her life. Within minutes, she witnessed Tubbs kill her father right in front of her eyes. Without thinking, she crept away knowing she’d be next if she were caught. She was a wreck when she made her way back to the new clubhouse that she confided in the first person who found her. For months she tried her best to find an angle where the club would believe her, now that they were in New York, she needed to know Tubbs connection with the gang bar he’d planted the drugs in. That was her only lead to finding out why they were in New York and what connection he had to that gang.

■ RELATIONSHIPS. ■

■ Ivanna Martinez: While Angelina works to bring down Tubbs she’s still doing her best at staying under the radar, which is why she’s started working with Ivanna at the new club.

■ Kevin Walsh: Kevin is someone she often sees at the club, she thinks of him as a go-to invite when she plans on drifting into a state of serious alcohol.

■ Maverick Ambrose: When she arrived back at the new clubhouse after witnessing her father get shot. She felt like the whole world had been on her shoulders. She was falling apart when Maveric found her and took her into the city for drinks. She’d known Maverick since birth and trusted him to share her doubts and information about Tubbs, including what she’d just witnessed.

■ CONNECTIONS. ■

■  Margaret Brooks > Manager

■  Miguel Fuentes > Friend

■  Anastasia Jones > Has helped her Spy on Garrett