#tdrintro

y’all im rlly working on a nice long bio but im so fucking tired and wanna get sOMETHING OUT 

olyvar’s dealt with a lot of death... like everyone he’s ever loved has died so the kid is w/o family 

there’s random death like his grandparents and childhood bff and teachers and stuff, and then there’s intense ones like his parents that i’ll talk about later

he’s like... he just believes he brings the kiss of death. so there’s self pity, sure, but it’s masked with a solid MEAN streak he’s got happening 

he built his walls so thick that not even he can penetrate them. don’t get me wrong he’s a very nice and honest guy but not about himself. SUCHHHHH A CLOSED BOOK 

so back to the parents ! they were involved with really innocent people that got stuck in a bad situation and were gunned down by cops :”((( so oly fucking hatesssss the police 

he’s at a crossroads with life, he’s like nearly 30 and has no ambitions but he wants to avenge his parents still so he’s been slowly getting friendly with the irish mob leader aka alex n so that’s happening slowly 

yeah htat’s him until i rlly play him 

to recap: he’s not the nicest, he’s witty and annoying about it. he won’t talk about himself so don’t even bother asking lol 

plot ideas: exes (any gender/non-gender), “friends” (u know not super close), maybe a close friend it depends, NYPD HATERS arrest him for being too sexy, anything else idk hmu 

NAME: Alba María Rosales Vega, mostly Alba Rosales 

AGE: 22

PRONOUNS: she / her

FACTION: Cartel

OCCUPATION: Princesa of the Mexican Cartel, Curatorial intern at The Met 

FACECLAIM: Cierra Ramirez 

SKELETON: here

CURRENT LOCATION: East “Spanish” Harlem, New York 

HOMETOWN: Mexico City

NATIONALITY: Mexican, Colombian, American 

You were born with a silver spoon and rose colored glasses and you have never known anything else. Your parents love story was a great one, and you love to hear him tell it. The youngest of seven, you don’t know what it is to be alone and you idolize and adore each of them individually. You are their jewel, the perfect gem to finish the set, and they all guard you fiercely lest you see the cruelty and destruction of their world. Princesa, he calls you, and gives you everything you could possibly want. They don’t let you in on the darkness, they don’t let you peel back the curtains or lift up the rocks to see the ugliness of life. And you have never wanted to. 

Loyalty is etched into your marrow by your father, as it was for all of your siblings. They were shown harsher consequences, you only notice the lack - how the disloyal seem to vanish into thin air. You never question it. Why should you? Your rose colored idealism is too easy, your life is too comfortable, why should you ask who has paid the price for your luxury. 

Change comes swiftly and with a heavy hand. Your father is dead, your mother follows her love to the grave in a matter of weeks. For the first time you know what it feels like to be alone. She was yours and his only, your siblings belong to themselves and each other and the cartel. You are drifting, but you stand in front of your siblings and recite that poem she loved with a face made for sorrow. You are still listless, and they all see your light beginning to fade. Your brother suggests NY, they are all planning to head there soon, why not start school there and start fresh? 

And so you go, and for the first time you are alone, the only Rosales out from the shadows of your siblings. (But you aren’t truly alone, they wouldn’t let you go unguarded). You try your hand at a number of things before finding yourself in the art world of the city. It is so full of life, joy, love and all those things you’ve longed for that you throw yourself in fully. You find friends, a found family who knows and loves you for you, and not a family name or blood and power. 

Your family joins you, and you’re thrilled to have everyone around you again. You’ve grown, will they save you’ve changed? Perhaps you’re older and wiser, more likely just given a degree of freedom not available at home. You graduate, and they all celebrate you. An internship, and that existential angst that comes from the end of childhood and venture into the unknown. They want you to grow up, and you want them to see how grown you already are. Can you look darkness in the eye and not lose yourself with in it? 

TL/DR: 

sunshine and glitter personified, actual princess. loves pink and softness but will annoy you with her company until you like her or do something so cruel she cannot forgive

born on valentines day - overly romantic and idealistic

is the youngest sibling in the cartel family, kind of clueless to the true nature of what her family does. no one tells her and so she doesn't ask, just a bit oblivious

can be very stubborn, does not know what No means, everyone always gives her what she wants, spoiled 

went to school for art history, got an internship at the met bc she wants to go to the met ball. has some vague ideas about eventually working at MOMA and promoting up and coming latinx & Mexican artists - but thats about it as far as life plans.

has a rescue dog names Frida

ADORES her family. would die for them but doesn’t fully know thats an actual possibility. 

v sheltered and clueless mafia princess

Wanted connections: friends! lover, exes coworkers. GIVE ME ALL THE ROSALES SIBLINGS PLZ & THX. Someone who is using her to get close to her brother, el capo. A bodyguard/hook up whoops. 

01. the canvas

( everlee o’brien ) would describe ( herself ) as a ( summer ) person and would identify as a ( estp / neutral evil ). ( her ) birthday is ( october 29 ), making ( her ) star sign ( scorpio ) and ( her) animal sign the ( wolf ). ( her ) biggest pet peeve is ( people leaving ), and ( her ) theme song is ( i don’t exist by olivia o’brien ). finally, ( her ) primary goal is to ( find a family on her own ).

02. the collage

the only thing that everlee knew of her family was that they had given her a name. besides that, she had never known what truly happened of them. sure as a young child she hoped that it had been a mistake, that she had just ended up at the fire station because they lost her. the small dreamer of a girl would grow to understand that if her parents had truly wanted her that she would wake up in the same bed every morning with her own space instead of sharing it with other children whose parents had left them too.

being in the system from birth really gave her a different perspective on life. she had seen kids in and out, kids that had found homes right away, and kids that lost their parents way too young. she didn’t know if she should make friends considering she never really knew if she would see them one day and they’d be gone the next. everlee had led a fairly lonely life. it wasn’t that she didn’t want a home, because she did. in fact, it was the only thing she had ever wanted. but her life was not so easy.

the first foster home she had been in was not good by any sort of imagination, the family simply taking more and more kids to collect the checks they would get from the government and pay no attention to their basic needs. there were many nights where her and her fellow foster siblings would share a single saltine cracker because her foster parents had blown all of the money gambling or on booze. so she acted out, just to get out of that situation, even if it meant being back in the system. she would do anything to have more than just the scraps to eat and at least have a bed to sleep on again.

this pattern of bad fosters homes continued, and with it everlee’s attitude continued to worsen becoming an absolute burden on anyone who ever fostered her. there was one home in particular when she was around ten years old where the family was fostering seven kids, all of them were younger than everlee and she just couldn’t stand to sit idly by and let these kids starve. so she started stealing, it was only a few things here and there like packets of ramen to make for the kids to eat in the late hours of the night when she had snuck back into the house. but she was good at it. perhaps because no one suspected a ten year old to be stealing anything for that matter, but as she stole more things and bigger items, she discovered a sort of knack for it, never getting caught and becoming a robin hood of sorts for her foster siblings.

after a while she found herself back in the system until she had been adopted by another family. given her experiences, she was hesitant; however, this family was caring. they just wanted to give her a good home, a place to be. even when she acted up, they seemed like they loved her unconditionally. it was as if she could do nothing wrong in their eyes. that felt good. to feel like she was wanted for the first time in her life. it was all she had ever wanted, and she thought of how thankful she was every night when she had crawled into her bed with a room of her own.

just because she had the family didn’t mean that her urge for stealing things had faded away. In fact, it had only grown exponentially, switching from stealing food to stealing items for herself. things that she could physically possess. evie never got caught, she felt like she was unstoppable. each new item she got, she stashed them away hiding them from her foster family. everything all seemed to be going well, until it didn’t. she had been stupid one day, hesitant with her methods. there was something that told her to stop what she was doing, but she fought that instinct, nothing had ever happened to her so why would it now? she should have listened to her gut because she had gotten caught red handed with an abundance of the fancy jewelry she had snatched.

with a criminal record now, her foster family was devastated. there was something in the laws that prevented her from staying in the home, something that she hadn’t realized. when the social worker whisked her away from the only family that had ever shown her love, she realized the mistake she had made. that her insatiable need for taking things that didn’t belong to her had completely overcome her and blinded her from the fact that she already had everything she wanted. that singular event would send ripples through her already tumultuous life, driving her more into stealing and that life of crime she made for herself. if she thought it had been hard to be out of the system before, it had only been ten times harder with the criminal record now branded to her name. potential foster parents would meet her and go through the whole process until they found that blip on her record and would change their mind. taking care of a teenager who was into crime was just too much for most parents, even the ones that claimed they would do anything to have a child.

figuring she would only ever be looked at as something tarnished, she never had any interest in trying to find a family and her sixteenth birthday was coming up. she was in relatively good health, and the orphanage she had practically grown up in no longer thought she was a fit candidate to find a home to be placed in. before her birthday, she had stolen more things, none of which she would keep for herself. in fact, she quickly learned that stealing things of high importance was quite a lucrative business and soon enough she was able to save just enough money to find a place to live. of course it wasn’t the ideal circumstances, some old lady had simply agreed to let her live in her basement for a small fee every month, but she had a bed and a blanket and the old lady never asked questions as long as the rent was there on time.

she continued to steal various items, wallets, jewels, watches off of anyone that had been unsuspecting until one day she had caught a bit of a documentary on an infamous art thief who had made a ton of money off of their profits. curious, she began to look more into it trying to absorb as much information as she could to see if it was something she could do. it was all about confidence, about making it seem like you weren’t doing it. the best ones could do it in broad daylight with all of the security there, if they knew exactly what they were doing. if they had a plan and stuck to it, they could successfully pull it off. this had fascinated her, figuring that if she could do it and really pull it off she could make a lot of money for herself.

she started out with something small, something easy for her to take from the local museum. when she left without questions she could feel that spark of exhilaration rush through her veins, the spark that she had gotten away with it. it wasn’t hard finding someone to sell it to, in fact it had been quite easy and she turned quite a large profit for it. that was the start of a very lucrative hobby that would allow her to save and save so when she was eighteen she could go off to college and have a place for herself. if no family would provide it for her, then by god she would make something for herself.

not long after she had stolen a few more paintings and saved enough money for herself, she enrolled into the local school in hopes to pursue a degree in art history. she figured if she knew which pieces were more valuable, she could study more on how much she really should have been selling the paintings for. knowing their worth would be a great tool for business, especially because up until that point she had been lowballing the prices. it was in college where she had so happened to meet two of her best friends, tyler and soleil, ones that she claimed as her own family as they went through the four years together.

sometime during her second year of college, she happened to meet some of the associates soleil knew from the french mafia he had been with. that piqued her interest greatly, figuring that she would be able to work for someone with purpose and get paid generously to them. all she had to do was prove her loyalty and prove her skill. a group of people who encouraged her to steal and wanted her to stick around was the perfect concoction of circumstances that would appeal to evie for the rest of her life.

figuring she should probably start claiming this money somewhere, everlee decided to get a job, one where she could slowly claim her cash as her own instead of having just cash laying around. she found herself as a server at sunny maria’s, the perfect laundering opportunity for her to smudge how much she had made in tips there. it was there where she had met saria. the girls bonded immediately, and it was refreshing to have a sort of a girl friend who seemed like she would be sticking around for awhile. besides tyler and soleil, evie never had a friend where she could just be herself around. from coworkers, they began spending more time together, having late night wine nights together just talking about life. with the three of them by her side, she finally started to feel as if she had a family of her own.

for the next three years, she would find herself working for the corsican’s and at sunny maria’s living a life she never thought she could make for herself. when the head of the corsican finally came to america, she proved herself one last time for something that damien had asked her to do before she was officially involved with them. now she finds herself living quite a simple life, renting out an apartment with her best friend tyler, and spending the day shifts with saria, and occasionally stealing very important art pieces for the corsican’s. there is not a single thing she wants to change in her life, but she is holding onto so tight that her knuckles are white. she lives in a constant fear that one day, the life she had built for herself that she loved so dearly will be taken away from her. evie will do everything in her power to make sure that doesn’t happen, but she knows better than anyone that life could change at the drop of a hat and that nothing in her life is guaranteed.

03. the brushstrokes

FULL NAME: Everlee Adelaide O’Brien GENDER: female, she/her AGE: twenty-three DATE OF BIRTH: october 29, 1995 ETHNICITY: white NATIONALITY: american LANGUAGE: english, elementary french HEIGHT: 5’7 EYES: blue HAIR: blonde TATTOOS: i’m sure she has some EDUCATION: bachelors in art history OCCUPATION: server at sunny maria’s cafe / art thief for the corsican SEXUALITY: pansexual

so this is sevastyan the russian asshole i GUESS

im keeping this brief bc i rlly am working on his bio it’s coming i am slow ok so 

he was separated from his family in russia and came to america for his studies

he took up law, graduated and everything 2 he met a nice girl and loved her with all his heart 

oh he was in america as sebastian vasiliev (fake name bc he’s a fake bitch)

anyway his fam found him in america, got in touch and sevastyan left his old life so hard. he faked his death, even killed a man to pass off as himself and began a life of crime and fun (never thinking about @rowanjaxson again rip. no im jk he did but not rlly)

so now he’s in the mafia/has been for the past 9 years and these people are his family honestly he’s never been more devoted in his life and would die for them. it helps that his actually family (SIBLINGS WC!!!) are in the mafia too. 

that’s this awful intro im so sorry i have more coming but my brain is mush

some off the top of my head wc: ppl who knew him as an american (sebastian with his normal american accent which has now gone back to his very russian accent btw), hookups !!! he’s bi anything works !!! HATE PLOTS LOVE PLOTS anything 

a big wc is prob betrothal to someone in the bratva or some rlly juicy affair plot that may or may not have been happening while he was with rowan

In the late 19th century, roughly 13,000 Italians immigrated to Mexico. As the years went by, nearly half of these immigrants returned back to Italy, or continued onto the United States. Once such family was the Vicario family, who formally hailed from Sicily. While many of those families have since assimilated into Mexican culture, the Vicario family stayed rooted in their ways, despite that their bloodlines had changed with several marriages and births. They continued to have strong contact with their distant relatives who still remained in Italy. As times changed, they eventually immigrated to New York City in the 1920s, where the Italian Mafia was just beginning. It would be another thirty years before the Vicario family took power of the Italian Mafia from it’s founders, and another thirty before a very specific chain of power was broken. 

Since its founding, the title of Don of the Italian Mafia has been passed down seamlessly from first born son to first born son. This was how it had always been, used as a show of power and a means of keeping the Family within the family. But, in the 1980s, the heir of the mafia — Orlando Vicario — had an affair just six months after his wedding to Nadia Hernandez, resulting in the birth of his bastard son, Nicollo. Known as an abusive, easily tempered man, Nadia did nothing to stop her new husband from taking in his illigentamant son in. It came as no surprise that the young woman kept her mouth shut on the matter, despite the ache it caused her. 

Two years later, Nadia would give birth to Orlando’s only technical legitimate son. This son would eventually become more fearsome than his father, but the monster was once a child. 

In his early years, it quickly became evident that Orlando favored his older half brother, and it was he who he would pass on command, despite the fact that Nicollo was born out of wedlock. Dante was treated horribly by his father, and in turn, Nicollo — both abused him physically and mentally at every opportunity they could, while his mother Nadia remained passive and did nothing but make excuses for Orlando.

Having inherited his father’s temper, it was as if it had been destined that Orlando was murdered by the son who he so poorly treated. But that? It would come later. As the boy became a man, Dante was treated as a grunt more than the son of a Don, forced to do his father’s dirty work in ways most men didn’t. Dante killed his first man by the time he was seventeen. Soon, the number grew. The more he was exposed to the violence of the mafia and the abuse of his father and brother, the more a dark cloud began to take hold of him. Slowly but surely, this darkness would consume him completely, and a voice began whispering in his head that he could end it all — become heir to the Mafia, because it was he who was Orlando’s son, not Nicollo. He had killed before — he sometimes forgot how many --  and he could surely do it again. All it takes is a bullet, it would whisper, wounding its way tighter and tighter around him. But, while the darkness had fully taken root by the time he was twenty, one of the few people he trusted introducted him to the woman who would eventually become the love of his life. Cassandra introduced her as Carina Delgarrd, a business major at the Melbourne Institute who had gotten in on a scholarship rather than money or fame. 

While Cassandra was known to be able to keep Dante’s demon at bay, it was Carina who could almost make it vanish completely. She pushed Dante to be a better man, to show his father he deserved the Mafia more than his worm of a half brother. But even as Dante outshown Nicollo, Orlando continued is abuse and beatings, ignoring any and all progress and benefits Dante brought to the table. 

Eventually, Dante snapped. In a meeting that involved most of the Family — his father’s closest friends, his uncles, his brother — and included Dante, his mother, and Carina, everything went red when Orlando named Nicollo the heir despite the work Dante had done. With a fresh blackeye still branding his face, the voice came back in full force, seeming to scream and whisper at the same time for him to do it. Dante’s gun loosed six bullets before he even processed what had happened. In September of 2009 — just six months after proposing to Carina — Dante Vicario murdered his father, mother, three of his uncles, and Carina. Carina, the only one who kept him calm, and who had unknowingly been carrying their child. 

After Carina’s death, Dante became a new person entirely. Done with fighting off the demon, his rageful outbursts were even worse than his father’s before him, and Dante was never afraid to end a life. Nicollo somehow survived the shooting, for reasons unknown. Dante allowed him to live, so long as he give him the mafia and do as he was bid. A true coward in the end, Nicollo agreed — begging to be spared — and would eventually become a chip in securing the loyalty of the Ivanov family... though karma would eventually come back to haunt him in the form of a shoot out that resulted in his death without Dante having to lift a finger. 

tw: death, murder, self- mutilation  

BACKSTORY

Her father was a Voloshyn and that meant he was a part of the Ukrainian mafia that existed in a certain corner of the world. His family? They didn’t live in this corner. Though born in Odessa, Ukraine, Andrea was raised by her mother Alice Shepherd in New York. Alice had grown up in the Hudson Valley and she’d spent most of her life in New York working as an art curator. When motherhood struck, she decided that keeping her children far, far, far away from Odessa was the best choice for them. Mikhail was her first born, but her daughter Andrea was born two minutes later. When they were older, Alice would tell them they came into this world holding hands.

New York was a decent enough place to grow up. Like any city, it had its dark underbelly. Alice did her best to keep both Mikhail and Andrea away from it, but the two grew up a part of the city as much as anyone else. It’s where Andrea picked her first fight, had her first kiss, got drunk for the first time. And Mikhail? He was her best friend.

For the most part, Andrea and Mikhail didn’t see their father. The holidays were the exception and dinners were always silent when Alexi Voloshyn sat at the head of the table.  There was a shock in this pattern when the twins turned 11. Summer break rolled around and, all of a sudden, Mikhail was whisked off with Alexi to spend the summer in Odessa. Ever summer after that was the same. Mikhail would leave in the dead of night and Andrea would get left behind. It became increasingly obvious before long that Alexi was grooming Mikhail to step into his shoes. The young girl grew increasingly bitter about this tradition with the passing of each halcyon season. Mikhail would return just in time for school to start with nothing but a “It was fine” as a reply to Andrea’s “Well? How was it?”  

It’s not that Andrea wanted her own hand in the criminal underworld of Europe - she was too young to understand that - she just wanted to be taken as seriously as her brother. She began to act out as a cry for attention - but all attempts went ignored. A stray comment from Alexi about marrying her off one Christmas dinner set off the final fuse. Andrea was 15 and at peak teenage rebellion. Without blinking, she grabbed the carving knife from the ham in front of her, and cut off her own ring finger. She tried not to cry when she did it and felt immensely betrayed by the three tears that managed to leak out during the act. The entire thing was very much a ‘fuck you’ to the path that had been laid out for her. It was very much supposed to be a ‘fuck you’ to her father. He wanted her to get married? Fuck that. Ring finger? Gone. Now she could never get married.

Instead of reacting with anger or fury, her father simply looked at this act of defiance and laughed. In her 15 years it was probably the first time Andrea heard such a sound. It was a warm, accepting laugh. As the family doctor stitched and patched her up, Alexi finally conceded that Andrea could join them in Odessa next summer. The young woman learned that acts of self-destruction as loyalty held a certain sort of esteem in her father’s eyes.

Sure enough, Andrea went to the Port of Odessa the next summer. It’s where she learned how to fire a gun, worked as a hired hand on a ship, saw her first dead body. She’d been brought along but it was Mikhail that Alexi continuously sent into the fray. It was Mikhail that went on the ride alongs and once again it was Andrea that was left behind. You’d think a father would be more precious with the life of his son but, again, acts of self-destruction as loyalty held a certain sort of esteem in Alexi’s eyes. One cold night, a deal went south and shots were fired. Andrea heard about it from one of her father’s friends the next morning. She heard that while Mikhail’s body had been found, Alexi’s was conveniently missing. Whispers floated that her father had managed to flee the scene. Any sadness Andrea had for her brother was swept away with the resounding notion that her father was a fucking coward.

Andrea returned home to Alice alone. That was Andrea’s tipping point. At her mother’s insistence she applied to colleges in New York and wound up settling on pursuing a political science degree at Columbia. There was an intense irony with the fact that Andrea was quickly falling into a path carved out for law enforcement, but the second she noticed it, she leaned into it. It was another ‘fuck you’ to the memory of her father. More than that, she had a knack for it in a way that she a knack for nothing else.

Andrea joined the NYPD fresh out of college when she returned home and quickly climbed the ladder to the rank of deputy sheriff. In the police department, she finally found the family she’d been searching for.

She continued on up, leaving for the state department and then eventually the federal sector. She spent some time as a firearms instructor in Glynco, Georgia at the U.S. Marshal’s training center before she became a full-blown Marshal herself.

During her time with the Marshal’s service, Andrea was assigned to several different field offices across the U.S. She gained a reputation for being trigger happy and was thus stationed in increasingly remote stations. (It seemed she was still, in many ways, her father’s daughter.) Alice passed during Andrea’s time in the Fairbanks office and due to poor weather conditions it was a week before Andrea got the news. Alice had left Andrea the house in New York. 

Her life continued in other ways. During the day she would do her job, and at the night she would come back to the husband she’d met during her time on the NYPD. For a while, life was right. When Andrea caught whiff that Alexi Voloshyn was making the journey from the Port of Odessa to the Port of New Orleans, Andrea caught the first flight she could to Louisiana.

CUT TO: two weeks later. Andrea. Run out of New Orleans by the Ukrainian mob for publicly killing Alexi Voloshyn.

Andrea has been lying relatively low in in New York ever since the incident a year ago at the insistence of her U.S. Marshal Chief. Criminals infest the city and Andrea has done her best to stay above it. Andrea has a rigid view of most things. While others see the world in shades of grey, she sees it in shades of black and white. The thing about killing her father though, was that all the debts that Alexi had (the coward he was) were suddenly transferred to his only living family member upon his passing. 

Now, Andrea lives alone in Prospect Park with the occasional roommate that comes and goes. She keeps most of the estate boarded up and only really uses the parts she needs. She still conducts her business from the police department.  She’s been trying handle her father’s debts. Above all else - hunting is in her bones. She plans on cleaning up this city.

PERSONALITY / OTHER

grew up in New York, went to college here, but then was stationed all across the country - has been back permanently for about a year or so

an old-west gunslinger born into a different era

trigger happy

deep seeded anger towards the criminal underworld of this city. All about putting bad people behind bars and protecting good people.

holds a mother-fucking grudge like no other.

methodology: shoot it before it shoots me.

honestly, “back in the day” she’d be pretty close becoming an outlaw herself. She walks a dangerous line but shhhh we don’t talk about that

is no-nonsense

If you missed it in her bio, she’s missing her ring finger. She cut it off herself cause she didn’t want to get married. Ever. She always wears a glove on her left hand.

forgets to eat. Survives on a diet of scotch and gummy bears.

has two facial expressions: scowling or smiling slyly

is angry. Always. Keeps it bottled up. Always.

crime never sleeps and neither does she.

likes crossword puzzles

plays the saxophone and the piano. A fan of jazz music.  

“I think she had fun, once” - the gas-station lady

also has a goldfish that she keeps forgetting to feed it’s a wonder it’s still alive.

“Call me Andy.”

Is all about the vigilante life, actually.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

I’m down to get creative with any of these! Also, I love angst???

Debts! - Did Alexi owe your gang member a debt? Congrats! Andy now owes YOU. Have fun with that. 

Housemate - There is too much room in her parents estate in Prospect Park for her live there alone. Andy’s put up a “for rent” sign with the intention of renting out one of the rooms to another citizen. (CLOSED - Marcelo Rodriguez )  

Former friends, exes, frenemies - Maybe she lost touch with them, maybe she didn’t. If your character grew up in New York, there’s the chance they knew each other. Maybe they had sleepovers, maybe they were childhood enemies, maybe they dated. Bonus points if they lead lifestyles she disapproves of now! (open)

Hate-sex - they hate it but they gotta get it on. (open)

Drinking buddies - dear god, Andy consumes so much whiskey. (open)

Siblings - Andy and Mikhail were Alice and Alexi’s oldest, but that doesn’t mean they couldn’t have had other younger siblings. Also open to having Alexi have had other affairs. (open)

The Hunted - they’ve crossed paths in the past and she’s got a vendetta against them (open)

Ex-husband - He joined the criminal underworld. She left him. Simple as that. (open) *** would give my kidney for this one

Co-worker - Other police department friends. (open)

basics.

name. cassia mae graham  age. ti thy-four  gender. cis female. birthday. august 23rd  sexuality. heterosexual, demiromantic. place of birth. southport,  north carolina  traits. headstrong, courageous, impulsive, determined, charming, cynical.

now here's some dumdum facts for u:

✧   born and raised in north carolina to a single mother that could barely afford to keep her,  yet still gave aher everything she could whenever the chance, it's  needless to say that she's got a very tight bond with her mother

✧   she developed an interest  for science at an early age, followed by medicine as she grew up. with  a lot of effort and hard work she managed to enroll in a nice medical school, hence why she moved to ny to pgursue her career.

✧   she graduated top of her class and now after years of complete exhaustion she is a trauma surgeon and a resident at nyp medical center in lower manhattan.

✧   cass has a knack for neuroscience, music, gardening and while she roams through the extroverted spectrum and making friends isn't hard for her,  she is quite the reserved person, privacy to her is everything and her affairs and personal life are hers and hers alone.