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Hey, I'm backkkk! Hopefully I didn't miss much xD should have my relationship sheet all done and dusted by tonight, maybe even a post if I'm lucky

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Hey guys, I've just found that we actually have no internet here in Spain so it'll be unlikely for me to get up a proper IC post until Tuesday. I should be able to get my relationships done soon seeing as I have a bar's free wifi xD

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I'm off to Spain until next Tuesday, so for the next five days I probably won't be able to get many posts in if this starts, just a heads up to let you know I haven't just disappeared on you guys!

The Syndicate

Name: Ara Branning
Age: Twenty four years old [24]
Gender: Female
Appearance: Keira Knightley

description

A true beauty with sharp and striking features, Ara can go far with her looks alone if she intended to. Dark mahogany hair often frames her features, the mark pity of the time remaining messy and unkept yet still presentable. Her dark brown eyes appear almost black in some lights, and, to some people, lighten depending on what mood she's in. Her complexion is a mix of olive and fair tone, a rosy glow illumintating her cheeks most of the time. The style of her attire varies depending on what she'll be doing that day, but largely consists of the causal jeans and t-shirt combinations.

History: Ara was brought up as an only child by an abusive, drunken father after her mother died during child birth. She spent the majority of her childhood alone until she started wandering around the streets and getting involved with the 'wrong people'. She would steal small things from people's pockets or purses and, one time, managed to retrieve a credit card along with its bank details on a single peice of paper. After a short while of hesitation, at the time, the twelve year old started using the card and spent over £4 million in England on junk and pointless things she found interesting before she was caught. Lashing out at the first police officer, the young girl of merely thirteen stabbed the man arresting her and attempted an escape, succeeding for the time being.

Since then, she has been moving around a lot and only making a few connections wherever she goes. She would pick up any job she possibly could, but had one skill in particular that seemed to outshine the rest, landing her a few decent-paying jobs as a florist. Unfortunately, she'd never fully be able to settle down and start a life before being discovered once more. That's where the Syndicate came in, promising her a better life and protection. And, of course, she believed them.

Skills:
• Skills of persuasion
• Charisma
• Decent runner
• Skilful with a knife
• Can ignore emotions
• Relatively tough, so can take a few blows
• Uses the fact she is a woman to her advantage
• Good singer
• Artistic
• Can figure out people's weaknesses easily

Flaws:
• Thinks primarily of herself
• Is prone to running away
• Her yearning to start a new life can often get in the way

Vices: Write your character's vices here.

Occupation: Florist
Theme Song: Beautiful Disaster by Jon McLaughlin

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Working on a vampire
Should be up in a while ^^

The Syndicate

Name: Ara Branning
Age: Twenty four years old [24]
Gender: Female
Appearance: Keira Knightley

description

A true beauty with sharp and striking features, Ara can go far with her looks alone if she intended to. Dark mahogany hair often frames her features, the mark pity of the time remaining messy and unkept yet still presentable. Her dark brown eyes appear almost black in some lights, and, to some people, lighten depending on what mood she's in. Her complexion is a mix of olive and fair tone, a rosy glow illumintating her cheeks most of the time. The style of her attire varies depending on what she'll be doing that day, but largely consists of the causal jeans and t-shirt combinations.

History: Ara was brought up as an only child by an abusive, drunken father after her mother died during child birth. She spent the majority of her childhood alone until she started wandering around the streets and getting involved with the 'wrong people'. She would steal small things from people's pockets or purses and, one time, managed to retrieve a credit card along with its bank details on a single peice of paper. After a short while of hesitation, at the time, the twelve year old started using the card and spent over £4 million in England on junk and pointless things she found interesting before she was caught. Lashing out at the first police officer, the young girl of merely thirteen stabbed the man arresting her and attempted an escape, succeeding for the time being.

Since then, she has been moving around a lot and only making a few connections wherever she goes. She would pick up any job she possibly could, but had one skill in particular that seemed to outshine the rest, landing her a few decent-paying jobs as a florist. Unfortunately, she'd never fully be able to settle down and start a life before being discovered once more. That's where the Syndicate came in, promising her a better life and protection. And, of course, she believed them.

Skills:
• Skills of persuasion
• Charisma
• Decent runner
• Skilful with a knife
• Can ignore emotions
• Relatively tough, so can take a few blows
• Uses the fact she is a woman to her advantage
• Good singer
• Artistic
• Can figure out people's weaknesses easily

Flaws:
• Thinks primarily of herself
• Is prone to running away
• Her yearning to start a new life can often get in the way

Vices: Write your character's vices here.

Occupation: Florist
Theme Song: Beautiful Disaster by Jon McLaughlin

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Tempest Fullem

Tempest Fullem

Character Summary

Name: Tempest Rylee Fullem
Aliases: 'T', Tem, Fullem.
Age: 22 years old.
Birthday: 8th February
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: London
Apartment Number:
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Criminal Justice and Corrections/Journalistic Writing
Occupation: Journalist
Languages: English(fluent) and French (learning)

Appearance

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 120lbs
Build: Slight
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark brown
Skin Tone: Pale/Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:

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Personal Style: Tempest is was some people will call a mysterious beauty. Her fair skin contrasts with her dark hair, highlighting her features as bold and striking. At first glance, one's gaze is particularly drawn to her eyes that are a true blue colour, framed by thick lashes. Another key focal point of Tempest's features is her mouth. An amused smirk is never far away from her rose-coloured lips, yet a real smile is somewhat rare to see lighting up her face.

Her style is pretty outstanding. Usually she will go for a normally-skimpy piece of clothing before altering it to suit her preferences, which usually means layering items that could never possibly be thought to match yet still somehow pulling it off. Tempest tends to stray away from big brand names, preferring second hand or vintage material. Another thing that can be noticed about her is her love for all things black. At least 80% of what she is wearing will be black. Although it is mainly because she likes the colour, it also helps to brighten her eyes and pale contrasts with her porcelain skin alongside her hair.

Psychology

Mysterious * Hedonistic * Detatched * Complex

Sexuality: Bi-Curious; but most likely Heterosexual.
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: There is something inside Tempest that seems broken. She can see people’s weaknesses, strengths, and also can get into people’s heads better than most. She sees people, because she is skilled in the art of watching and is so detached from those outside of her own personal bubble that she finds nothing wrong with using people's weaknesses to take advantage.

Her detachment though seems partly due to an extreme fear of intimacy. She does not like to get close to people- partly for fear of losing them, but also for fear of her weaknesses being revealed. She is capable of love, but the feelings of love scare her.

Tempest is a thrill seeker. She loves the chase, she loves games, she loves talking in riddles, and loves to party. This is the only way in which she can successfully relate to people in the world. Though she may able to observe and analyze emotions, as shown is her skill of journalism, she definitely does not know how to handle them, because they offer her no sense of control or comfort.

Tempest is always in control of the situation. She is always there to influence, to persuade, to have power over others. That is, until she starts to become attached or fall in love. Then she starts losing that control in an epic fashion. However, when Tempest sits silently on the sidelines watching a scene unfold, she is aware of everything and everyone. She is the puppet master and has the power to pluck the strings if it interests her to do so

Habits:
- Talking in riddles
- Smoking and drinking
- Pushing people away.

Hobbies:
- Swimming
- Writing
- Partying

Fears:

• Love
• Ironically, storms.
• Losing control

Likes:

• Alcohol
• Being in control
• People understanding her
• Her job
• Water, any kind.
• Thrills

Dislikes:

• Her own weaknesses
• Girls with blonde hair
• Thunder
• Crying
• Chocolate
• False people
• People understanding her (yeahIputitinboth)

History

What Brings You To India: After a good three years of scraping every little detail from the streets of London into her articles, Tempest's boss finally persuaded her to pack up and leave for India. With this, she was told to find a story that reflects the community in which these foreigners live in exchange for a significant pay raise. After five months in this country, she still hasn't grasped a decent scoop and she still hasn't got a tan.

History: Tempest was born almost smack-bang in the centre of London on February 8th, 1924. Her parents, known to be named Willow and Henry Clarke, were mere teenagers when she arrived as a red, screaming bundle of rage. Her mother, convinced the child was angry at everything she saw, named her Tempest. It wasn't long before she was put up for adoption, however, and was taken away to a local children's home where she would spend the majority of her childhood.

School days were quick, with her rarely socialising with anyone bar a select few attempting to be friendly towards her. Her grades, surprisingly to the teachers, remained high, the majority of her exam results being straight-A's. She had a number of boyfriends, as any teenage girl would, yet it was uncommon to see her actually fall for a guy like she did with Lucas.

Lucas joined her school in a whirlwind of blonde hair, green eyes, and popularity, strolling into the classroom as if he had the world on his shoulders. It wasn't a shock to most when he set his sights on Tempest, what with her careless attitude and stunning looks. It didn't take long for the two to become an item, a relationship full of sex and drugs and passion. In fact, Tempest soon found herself loving this boy who could make her smile and cry at the same time. As senior year approached, fights between the couple grew more and more frequent and, upon mutual agreement, they split up. A mere two days later, and Tempest stumbled across Lucas locked in the embrace of another girl. A blonde one.

From then on, she has always pushed others away from her and, having no family in contact, been forced to fend for herself in the harsh world. Her job of journalism was handed to her when a published article of hers was discovered by a leading newspaper company, and with no hesitation, they descended down on her hungrily- offering her a job with relatively low pay and long hours. By that time, though, she needed the money so took up the job and began her slow climb to become one of the most well-known journalists in London.

Extras

Character Quote:
"The monster in the Dark gets us all eventually."
"Fuck it."
Theme Song: This one for sure
Anything Else: Totally haven't based this character on Effy Stonem

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.}

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relations

Tempest Fullem

"The Monster in the Dark gets us all eventually."
☯ Acquaintance ║ ✿ Friend ║ ❅ BFF ║ ♡ Infatuation ║ ☣ Frenemy ║ ☢ Dislikes ║ ☠ Loathes

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☣ Natasha Brinne ☣
"Just the look of her makes me want to scream...and I don't know if that's good or bad."
These two are never far from an argument that can leave destruction in its wake. Their somewhat temperamental relationship is pretty much a warzone to others, but underneath the snappy insults and harsh words is an odd, fucked-up bond that is difficult to sever. They come as a pair, so try to mess with one of these divas and you'll have to deal with the two of them.

reaction

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☣ Cera Thomson ☣
"We just don't seem to really get along, which is fine with me. She's a good person, though, I guess. "
A pair that are just too different to properly get along, Tempest and Cera are not necessarily friends, yet Tempest doesn't particularly want Cera to die or anything drastic like that. They share their love of writing, which is something Tempest respects in the other girl, seeing as she uses her talents to teach others. In summary, the two will sometimes annoy the hell out of eachother yet their shared love of literature can bring them together.

reaction

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Symbol Alcander Mires Symbol
"Thoughts on person"
Relation Details

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Symbol Tempest Fullem Symbol
"That's me, I guess."
To be honest, she doesn't think anyone really knows her. Not even she knows herself that well. Although she'd never admit it, she just needs someone to be there for her, really, to love her for who she is. Ever since coming to India, though, she has found herself opening up a great deal more than what she's used to. Whether that's good or bad, only time can tell.

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☯ Ananya Sharma ☯
"She's that girl down the hall, right?"
Tempest doesn't dislike Ananya, yet nor does she particularly like her. She holds a mild curiosity towards the girl, perhaps offering her a hint of a smile now and then. She reckons that Ananya would be a good friend if she were to want one, but at the moment she holds no interest in that area.

reaction

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Symbol Dominic Mason Symbol
"Thoughts on person"
Relation Details

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✿/❅ Murphy McManus ✿/❅
"Looking for a party? Murphy's your guy. Hands off, though, he's mine. "
The closest thing Tempest has for a best friend, Murphy brings out the best in her as she does for him. The two are often seen as mere drinking buddies, yet in reality most of the time they're inseparable. She'll often flirt with him, often causing people to suspect things; but to her it doesn't mean anything, at least not at the moment. While she is one of the only ones that can manage him, he is gradually helping her break down those thick walls she has surrounding her true self and she finds him to be a helpful translator, too.

reaction

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✿ Marcus Sun Lu ✿
"He makes me laugh even when I don't want to."
Marc is someone that Tempest will go to for a good time. She never seems to be far from Marc and Murphy when it comes to partying, almost like the Three Musketeers. She finds herself smiling more when around Marc, and the two are always up for a joke. He rather brings out the lighter, more carefree side of Tempest- yet she isn't as close to him as she is with Murphy.

reaction

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Symbol Owen Masters Symbol
"Thoughts on person"
Relation Details

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✿/☯ Areum Lee-Jeong ✿/☯
"She seems sweet, which is pretty rare these days."
Possibly the only other girl that Tempest doesn't view as threatening or annoying, these two get along just fine. Although they aren't particularly close, and Tempest is aware of the caution Areum feels towards her, she does have a soft spot for the girl. They certainly aren't best friends for life, but Tempest is someone that Areum can rely on if she needs her.

reaction

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The Syndicate; Blood, Sweat, and Respect

Can't wait for this one, good job~

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@Lady AmaltheaI'm pretty new to this site so I don't have any decent examples of my writing ability, but if you'd like me to PM you a quick sample, I'd be more than happy to.

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Tempest Fullem

Character Summary

Name: Tempest Rylee Fullem
Aliases: 'T', Tem, Fullem.
Age: 22 years old.
Birthday: 8th February
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: London
Apartment Number:
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Criminal Justice and Corrections/Journalistic Writing
Occupation: Journalist
Languages: English(fluent) and French (learning)

Appearance

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 120lbs
Build: Slight
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark brown
Skin Tone: Pale/Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:

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Personal Style: Tempest is was some people will call a mysterious beauty. Her fair skin contrasts with her dark hair, highlighting her features as bold and striking. At first glance, one's gaze is particularly drawn to her eyes that are a true blue colour, framed by thick lashes. Another key focal point of Tempest's features is her mouth. An amused smirk is never far away from her rose-coloured lips, yet a real smile is somewhat rare to see lighting up her face.

Her style is pretty outstanding. Usually she will go for a normally-skimpy piece of clothing before altering it to suit her preferences, which usually means layering items that could never possibly be thought to match yet still somehow pulling it off. Tempest tends to stray away from big brand names, preferring second hand or vintage material. Another thing that can be noticed about her is her love for all things black. At least 80% of what she is wearing will be black. Although it is mainly because she likes the colour, it also helps to brighten her eyes and pale contrasts with her porcelain skin alongside her hair.

Psychology

Mysterious * Hedonistic * Detatched * Complex

Sexuality: Bi-Curious; but most likely Heterosexual.
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: There is something inside Tempest that seems broken. She can see people’s weaknesses, strengths, and also can get into people’s heads better than most. She sees people, because she is skilled in the art of watching and is so detached from those outside of her own personal bubble that she finds nothing wrong with using people's weaknesses to take advantage.

Her detachment though seems partly due to an extreme fear of intimacy. She does not like to get close to people- partly for fear of losing them, but also for fear of her weaknesses being revealed. She is capable of love, but the feelings of love scare her.

Tempest is a thrill seeker. She loves the chase, she loves games, she loves talking in riddles, and loves to party. This is the only way in which she can successfully relate to people in the world. Though she may able to observe and analyze emotions, as shown is her skill of journalism, she definitely does not know how to handle them, because they offer her no sense of control or comfort.

Tempest is always in control of the situation. She is always there to influence, to persuade, to have power over others. That is, until she starts to become attached or fall in love. Then she starts losing that control in an epic fashion. However, when Tempest sits silently on the sidelines watching a scene unfold, she is aware of everything and everyone. She is the puppet master and has the power to pluck the strings if it interests her to do so

Habits:
- Talking in riddles
- Smoking and drinking
- Pushing people away.

Hobbies:
- Swimming
- Writing
- Partying

Fears:

• Love
• Ironically, storms.
• Losing control

Likes:

• Alcohol
• Being in control
• People understanding her
• Her job
• Water, any kind.
• Thrills

Dislikes:

• Her own weaknesses
• Girls with blonde hair
• Thunder
• Crying
• Chocolate
• False people
• People understanding her (yeahIputitinboth)

History

What Brings You To India: After a good three years of scraping every little detail from the streets of London into her articles, Tempest's boss finally persuaded her to pack up and leave for India. With this, she was told to find a story that reflects the community in which these foreigners live in exchange for a significant pay raise. After five months in this country, she still hasn't grasped a decent scoop and she still hasn't got a tan.

History: Tempest was born almost smack-bang in the centre of London on February 8th, 1924. Her parents, known to be named Willow and Henry Clarke, were mere teenagers when she arrived as a red, screaming bundle of rage. Her mother, convinced the child was angry at everything she saw, named her Tempest. It wasn't long before she was put up for adoption, however, and was taken away to a local children's home where she would spend the majority of her childhood.

School days were quick, with her rarely socialising with anyone bar a select few attempting to be friendly towards her. Her grades, surprisingly to the teachers, remained high, the majority of her exam results being straight-A's. She had a number of boyfriends, as any teenage girl would, yet it was uncommon to see her actually fall for a guy like she did with Lucas.

Lucas joined her school in a whirlwind of blonde hair, green eyes, and popularity, strolling into the classroom as if he had the world on his shoulders. It wasn't a shock to most when he set his sights on Tempest, what with her careless attitude and stunning looks. It didn't take long for the two to become an item, a relationship full of sex and drugs and passion. In fact, Tempest soon found herself loving this boy who could make her smile and cry at the same time. As senior year approached, fights between the couple grew more and more frequent and, upon mutual agreement, they split up. A mere two days later, and Tempest stumbled across Lucas locked in the embrace of another girl. A blonde one.

From then on, she has always pushed others away from her and, having no family in contact, been forced to fend for herself in the harsh world. Her job of journalism was handed to her when a published article of hers was discovered by a leading newspaper company, and with no hesitation, they descended down on her hungrily- offering her a job with relatively low pay and long hours. By that time, though, she needed the money so took up the job and began her slow climb to become one of the most well-known journalists in London.

Extras

Character Quote:
"The monster in the Dark gets us all eventually."
"Fuck it."
Theme Song: This one for sure
Anything Else: Totally haven't based this character on Effy Stonem

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.}

| The Heathen Consursus |

Sacrifice. It was the one and only word that truly did mean something to Anastasia in this very moment. The rapid beating of her heart, the sharp stab of the thorns beneath her bare feet, the soft breeze that caused goosebumps to raise along her naked flesh- all of these feelings were dull in comparison to the yearning she felt to be one with Lucifer and His own. The heat of the ritual bonfire increased as she neared the end of the trail of thorns, now a thin sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead- whether it was from anxiety or exertion it was hard to tell. She had not yet dared to meet the gaze of any of the figures watching her, in fear of perhaps crumbling and losing her chances of being the woman she so wanted- no, needed to be.

It was with her last step on the bed of needle-like barbs that her gaze finally lifted, slowly gliding over each and every one of the maidens surrounding her. Her eyes, black in the night's cold illumination, first fixed onto a blonde- the furthest away from Him. She was one with a feral look and untamed hair, a fixed superiority about her that screamed intelligence and challenge. If she properly concentrated, Anastasia could pick out their circle with ease. It was as if the blood running through their veins called out to her their purpose. The Violent.

Next was a less prominent figure, one that seemed to belong in the shadows. Her hair, unlike the one before, was Raven black and her eyes held a mild curiosity. She seemed to be the most calm there, a tranquil quality to her that stood out from the others. Anastasia was three steps away from the trail of thorns when she placed a name for this one. The Heretical.

Savouring this distraction, her gaze made its way to slide past each individual contributing to the ritual. The Angry. The Greedy. The Gluttonous. The Fraudulent. The Treacherous. That left one more. A strong brow twitching in curiosity, just as she was a few paces away from where she was heading, she attempted to analyse that last Sister. She was visibly younger than the rest, built with more grace and clearly still growing out her youth throughout her body. Preparing to make her last step, with a tiny twist of reluctance, she forced her gaze to rest straight in front of her to look at Him. Lucifer.

All at once, a fire lit inside of her mind- an exploding array of questions and answers and a whirl of emotions ranging from joy to heartbreak, from anger to lust. It suddenly became perfectly clear why the Veneticas were so devoted to Him, why each of them looked at Him as if He was their only reason to live, to breathe, to exist. He was.

His touch knocked her out of her trance, tilting her head up so that her eyes met his. From them, she read danger and anger and fire- she was sure that if she went any closer then they would burn her.

The feeling of being dragged away allowed her to finally shake the cobwebs from her mind. The trunk of the tree she was pushed against soothed her burning skin, giving herself an excuse to refrain from struggling against the rope being wrapped around her. She did not feel nakedness as she had formerly expected, instead she felt an eeri calm while the ropes were tied. It wasn't until she felt a strong body pressed against her own that her peace was disturbed. Again, her nerves tingled with heat and a small, almost inaudible sigh pushed past her lips. It was this feeling that her mind fixed on as the lashings rained upon her, each one more straining than the previous.

Despite the cold, harsh agony- she did not scream. A moan would come from her throat every once in while, a moan that anyone could mistake as one of pleasure as opposed to one of pain. The last whip summoned a small smile to appear on her lips, streaked with scarlet. At some point she must of bitten down on her lower lip because a trail of blood dribbled down her chin, coating her teeth with red and making her pale skin seem white in stark contrast to the Crimson.

It was somewhat a relief to have the ropes peeled away from her red, raw flesh- but her satisfaction did not show. The pine needles and stones and fallen branches cut into her knees as she knelt before Him. Her ears rang with every word He preached, each syllable as sharp as glass in her minds eye. Anastasia did not attempt to hide her body as her ragged garments were removed, instead her spine straightened as if prideful of what she possessed, body and soul.

Her voice did not shake as she recited the words she was told to. Everything seemed to be sharper, far more clear now than they had ever been. She could hear the thrumming heartbeats of each of the women surrounding her, she could smell their excitement and she could feel the overwhelming need for the darkness pushing itself through her veins. Her gaze travelled upwards as His did as He mocked whoever was watching from above and she grinned a grin of pure bliss.

"Ignis est cor meum. Domi ego sum."
My heart is on fire. I am home.