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A D A I R A~C R O S S “Quote…” Alias: None Gender: Feminine Age: 17-23 Appearance: Slender with sea-green eyes, the appearance of Adaira can best be described as seductive. There is a regality to the hourglass shape to her body, for she is not extremely curvy, but there is attractiveness in the elegance of her gentle shape. Adaira is lightly tanned, a very light, honey-colored tinge to her features. Her hair is a curtain of ebony that cascades over her shoulders and down to her slim waist. She bears a heart shaped face, complete with a slim jaw and high cheekbones, giving her an almost angular appearance. Her nose is rather small, more of a gentle snub shape. Below it, sits a pair of thinner lips with a delicate, yet not very defined cupid's bow. As mentioned, her eyes are sea-green and they always seem to be smoldering with hidden fire, or alight with challenge, as if taunting whomever she is speaking with. Her eyes are framed with thick lashes, a pair of perfectly shaped eyebrows sitting above them. Adiara stands at about 5’6 and is slightly muscled, but it is not very noticeable. She wears a silver band on her right ring finger, but that’s as far as it goes for jewelry. She bears no scars. Personality: Wild. So very wild. Adaira sees every aspect of life as a challenge or race she must win. Boisterous with overwhelming gusto, Adaira stops for no one, slows down for nobody. She seems as if she is constantly playing a game of russian roulette, living for the thrill of risk, and possessing a natural lust for the difficult nature of life. She’s electric and thrilling. There is nothing, nor will there ever be, anything delicate about Adaira Cross. She is feisty, alluring, and knows her self-worth. She refuses to bow to any man that will not treat her with the respect she demands, the respect she deserves. For although she is flirtatious, she will not give herself to someone who does not deserve to have her. Adaira is stubbornly determined, willing to through great lengths to reach her goals. She knows no bounds, no would she obey her boundaries if given any. |
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E L I A S~B R E K K E R “The things you do to me darling… They drive me mad.” Alias: The Watcher, Brekker Gender: Male Age: 23 Appearance: Brekker has a very angular, chiselled face. Sharp jawline with high cheekbones, he almost looks as if he were carved out of marble, his face hard and unmoving. His eyes are not very memorable, but are cold and standoffish, the color of bitter coffee. He has a smaller, straight grecian nose. Brekker’s lips are rather average, and always seemed to be pressed into a flat line. His hair is dark in color, somewhat longer on the top and trimmed into an undercut on the sides. Brekker’s build is lean and muscular.He has a tattoo of a phoenix spanning his entire back, and the tips of the wins show up faintly on the top of his shoulder, the fiery tail ending just above his hips. Personality: Brekker is ruthless, unforgiving, and just about every other negative adjective under the sun. He’s quiet and cold. Nobody ever wants to approach him for a conversation because he’s so standoffish. Brekker doesn’t ever seem happy, his features always grim, just like his personality. He is rude, a man who demands to be respected and uses intimidation to get what he wants. Elias Brekker is not a good person. Brekker tends to be rather calm and cool headed, but isn’t afraid of a fight. A man of pride, he will do whatever it takes to keep that pride intact. Arrogance is definitely at the forefront of his outer personality. He is a determined man and definitely does not give up easily. He will savagely fight for his goals until there is nothing left in him, making him a nasty enemy to have. The Watcher is a force to be reckoned with Family: (I don’t know for now, hopefully I’ll figure it out in the rp, sorry) |
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D A M I E N~F A H E Y “You want me? Can’t you just… get someone else to do it?” Alias: None Gender: Masculine Age: 20-25 Appearance: Square jawed, with dull eyes and soft features, Damien’s appearance is nothing to brag about. He is only faintly handsome, with a perfectly straight nose and full lips. His catlike eyes are lackluster in their green color, only faintly reminiscent of emeralds. If anything, they are so insipid that they look more gray. His lashes are long, giving his eyes an ebony frame. His face has the lines of both laughter and worry, making him look older than he actually is. Although Damien’s face often wears a rather hard, stony look, his features are softer, not as chiselled or defined as others. His skin is somewhat tanned with an olive hue, which helps accentuate what little definition he does have in his features. Damien’s hair is a deep black, with beachy waves that reach his shoulders, which he typically keeps tied back with two additional frame pieces on the side of his face. His face typically sports a goatee on his chin, minus the mustache. Even when he tries to achieve a more clean shaven look, his face usually has some sort of scruff or stubble. His physique is rather plain, lean and somewhat muscular. Damien stands at 5’8, only at about average. Personality: There is nothing particularly enamoring about the personality of Damien Fahey. He’s rather rude and rough around the edges. Damien’s most definitely not a social butterfly, content with spending his days alone with a book or another independent activity. Despite his love for literature, he is most definitely not an open book. He keeps his emotions under lock and key and is not a very easy person to read. In fact, Damien is probably one of the hardest people to get to know. Stoic and seemingly unfeeling, it comes to no surprise he isn’t a man of many friends. No, Damien would be perfectly content judging people from afar for the duration of his life. He isn’t friendly whatsoever. Damien is extremely blunt and gruff. He is easily irritable. He isn’t charming or charismatic, nor does he strive to be. No, he is perfectly content being an easily dislikable person and makes no effort to change. Or so he seems to be… Damien is socially awkward and finds difficulty expressing himself. In his want to be completely independent he has forgotten how to lean on others. Although it does not excuse his often annoying behavior and harsh words, it is good to gain some insight on the man. It is good to know that Damien Fahey actually cares about the few he lets past his cold exterior, though he may not show it very often and even when he does, it may be in an unconventional manner. But in the end, those who truly know him, even with his many dark, irritating shades, know that he cares. |
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P A L I C E “Quote…” Gender: Female Age: 18 Appearance: https://i.postimg.cc/qRctNd1x/Palice1.jpg (Credits: CitronVertStock on DA) Personality: Softspoken and reserved, Palice is a lion who does more listening than speaking. She’s rather socially awkward and wasn’t a lion with many friends, always spending her time devoted to becoming a healer. She’s definitely hardworking and determined when it comes to meeting her goals. Palice is one of the most patient and utterly kind animals one will ever meet. She’s always there to lend an ear or a shoulder to cry on. Palice may not have been the most social lion in her pride, but she is a friend and ally to all, a lion who truly loved to be of assistance in any way possible. She never seems bothered or annoyed by any lion who seeks her help, no injury or problem too small. She’s a soothing and gentle creature, a motherly figure if you ever saw one. She prides herself on her intelligence. Although she is a quick learner, Palice has put all her effort into broadening her knowledge of medicine and becoming the best healer she can possibly be. She is wise and calm, which helps in times of panic or conflict, which enables her to find the best possible solution with as little strain as possible. |
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M A T T H I A S~G R E E N E “My succulents! What have you done to my succulents?! You are cruel. Cruel I say!” Age: 25 Gender: Male Sexuality: Heterosexual Appearance: Tall with a hulking figure, it’s rather shocking that Matthias is a doctor and not a bodybuilder. Standing at 6’0 and broad shouldered, he’s a rather massive man and intimidating man who looks as if he was carved out of stone. Being involved in highschool and college sports, fitness was always a habit for him, leading him to the physique he has today.Matthias has a smooth face and square jaw, with a tanned complexion and a dusting of freckles that stretches across his nose and onto his cheeks. His eyes are deep set and on the rounder side, always wide and alight with curiosity. Matthias’s iris’s are a deep, honey colored brown, and have almost a golden color in the sunlight. He wears a pair of black glasses with frames that are on the rectangular side, although he has a pair of contacts on hand. His hair is extremely thick and golden blond in its color, extending in beachy waves down to his chin, curling lightly at the ends. Occasionally he will pull it into a low ponytail when he is working. Personality: Although Matthias is a rather large man, anyone who knows him is aware that he is a big softie. He’s non-aggressive and often soft-spoken, a man who tends to do more listening and speaking. For someone so big he often tries to have a small presence. He’s like a sheep in wolves clothing, a man who looks intimidating but isn’t really a threat whatsoever. Despite often being in the spotlight due to his positions in sports over the years, Matthias tends to be socially awkward and often struggles to find the proper words. Matthias is one the most patient and kind people you will ever meet, always there to lend an ear or a shoulder to cry on. He may not be the most social man, but he is a friend and ally to all who may need him. Matthias never seems bothered or annoyed by those who seek his help, no issue and injury too big or small for him to solve/treat. He is a soothing, gentle human being who genuinely loves to help others. Matthias may have been an athlete, but he prides himself on his intelligence and is more of a nerd than anything. He constantly strives to be better and is always looking to broaden his knowledge. Matthias isn’t a prodigy and has put all his time and effort into becoming the best doctor he can possibly be. Determined and hard-working, the sky is definitely the limit with him. |
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B E A T R I C E~L E B L A N “Quote…” Nickname(s): Bea Gender: Feminine Age: 18-25 Appearance: Plain. She is plain. There is not much flair to Beatrice LeBlan, from her dark and faintly wavy brown hair to her gentle, not too curvy figure. There isn’t much regality to her body, for her curves are rather faint, her waist being a little on the smaller side with some flare at the hips, but that’s about it. Beatrice bears an oval shaped face with rather soft features, though the woman has some signs of aging that came with a life of working hard. Her eyes are round and on the wider side, her irises a warm chocolate that matches her hair color. They are the easiest way to see what she is thinking as her eyes always seem to match the emotions she is feeling on the inside. A light dusting of freckles spreads over her nose and her features have a honey colored hue to them. The tan developed from working outside and her hands, which are rather calloused, also reflect that lifestyle. Her body is slender and slightly muscular and Beatrice stands at 5’3”. She has no tattoos or scars and typically doesn’t wear jewelry, but she can occasionally be seen sporting an incredibly plain, silver band on her left ring finger. Personality: Beatrice LeBlan is a woman who knows her worth. She may not be the prettiest woman or even one of finer breeding, but Bea does not allow herself to be walked all over. She’s stubborn and feisty, with an internal fire that always seems to sparkle in her eyes. She’s determined and stubborn, willing to do whatever it takes to achieve her goals. She is not the type to back down from an argument and is more than willing to stand up for herself, even if it means punching a man square in the nose. Beatrice is intelligent and crafty, the type who can come up with a solution in a pinch or escape a bad situation with some quick thinking. She’s also scrappy, willing to pick up opportunities others might turn down. Beatrice is not one to be trifled with, a woman with a sharp tongue and wit. Although, Bea can also be rather quiet and thoughtful, a woman with good intentions in her heart. She may not be the most gentle of people, but she tries for those she cares about. The woman is not inherently mean and is very good to those around her, only growing ferocious when something threatens her or her family. She has a motherly side that she tends to keep hidden, slightly embarrassed of it, but the woman does have a very strong maternal instinct. |
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S O L O M O N~R O M U L U S ~J A S P E R~I M O N A~ "Without loyalty, you have nothing." Nickname(s): The Red Dragon, Sol Gender: Male Age: 24 Appearance: Solomon is the type that appears to be carved out of a mountain, body made of the most sturdy and hard of stone. Standing at 6’0” he is considered tall, but what makes him big isn’t his height. No, Solomon is broad in every sense with the intimidating, hulking physique of a highly-trained soldier. His figure resembles that of a trapezoid, wide across the shoulders and chest, but rather evenly distributed overall. He has a gentle taper from the top down to the waist, hips, and legs. His body is criss-crossed with scars from his time as a soldier, even if it’s been a rather short one, with some more prominent than others. The most visible is the one that creeps from the top of his chest and up the side of his neck, with the point ending on the underside of his jaw. Solomon’s skin is a darker caramel with warm undertones, creating a rather attractive hue. His face is highlighted by a strong and prominent square jaw. His eyes are bright, hooded, and arguably his face’s most memorable feature. Solomon’s irises are a brilliant amber hue that closely resembles gold. They are sharp, predatory, and incredibly off-putting. If his size wasn’t enough to intimidate, the eyes more dangerous than any sword will surely do the trick. Below them sits a nose that is straight and simple, with a pair of thinner lips with a faint cupid’s bow to finish it off. His hair is a rather plain ebony color, black as pitch and kept short as to not have much maintenance. It’s kept in a crew cut style, kept a bit longer at the top and swept up into a small point at the front. His hair is stick straight and overall not very eye-catching. Solomon has no tattoos or piercings and finds them rather unattractive. His attire is usually simple, flexible attire that’s a rather simple tunic, pants, and a pair of sturdy boots. Although he is often expected to don more formal attire due to his status, he hates how restrictive fancy overcoats can be and refuses to wear them. Personality: Solomon is unwelcoming. There is nothing warm nor fuzzy about the man, in fact, he is extremely cold to most anyone he talks to and is rather easy to dislike. Gaining his trust is an impossible feat. He is arrogant and incredibly so, with an ego bigger than his already massive body. Solomon believes he is the best, above everyone else but the high-society he is apart of. Confidence is front and center with him and every move he makes is calculated. He is never out of line. To the upper class, he is respectful and diligent in his many duties. If anything, he appears to be flawless and a perfect leader, which makes his arrogance even more infuriating. Standoffish and anti-social, Solomon will typically not speak unless spoken to. He has very little patience for wasted time and finds talking extremely boring. Although when he does speak, his voice is low, the man rather soft-spoken. He may not talk much, but he is opinionated and judgmental, stubborn and unmoving in his views. Solomon is extremely intelligent and a highly analytical person, but his hard-headed and close-mindedness saps away much of his potential.There is not much in the way of friendliness when it comes to Solomon. Many would consider Solomon to be cruel, the way he seems to take everything and give nothing. He is known to be merciless, the type that takes no prisoners. He is brutal and demanding on the battlefield, a commander with no patience or tolerance for anything but the best. Solomon does not accept losses. The man would rather die before he loses, but is known for not being ignorant enough to take on a challenge too big. He is a leader that could conquer nations with ease, but in perfecting his ways of war, his morals have grayed. But Solomon is not just a character who’s heart is black. There are multiple sides to every story. He is rigid in his ways and the perfect soldier because it is how he was groomed to be. He is loyal to a fault, unwavering and dedicated in any task he may take on. Solomon is righteous and committed to the empire he serves, believing that in his victories he is proving his honor and forging a brighter future for his kingdom. Although he may appear to be a villain, deep down he truly isn’t a bad person, but the web of lies he has devoted his life to has led him down the wrong path. |
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He’s your wild card and hidden ace... A L E X E I~C I C E R O ~T E R E S I~ “One mistake... just one... can change everything.” ⇒Nickname(s)⇐ None ⇒Gender⇐ Maculine ⇒Age⇐ 25 ⇒Sexual Orientation⇐ Bisexual ~ “I would rather die than give up my loyalty and cut out my toungue before I betray my people.” ~ ⇒Appearance⇐ Standing at 5’8”, Alexei is neither tall or short, but sits at average. That being said, he certainly isn’t average everywhere else. His physique is that of a seasoned athlete, body firm and well-conditioned. He may not be a hulking monster of a man, but his muscles are defined and evident. The most evident are in his upper body, with broad shoulders and strong arms. His body is evenly distributed in a trapezoidal shape, wide in the areas of chest in shoulders with a clean slope down to his hips and legs. Scars are scattered across his form, some small, some larger. The most visible is one is the one across his cheekbone, about 2 inches in length, while the largest, and often hidden, is the one that begins on the upper thigh and creeps up onto his stomach. Alexei’s skin is certainly not pale, his skin having a natrual warm honey tan from both his heritage and life spend working outside. His face is oval in shape and his jaw is straight, all defined by a heavy stubble. It’s kept trimmed and clean, both manageable and easy for a busy person such as himself. He has irises that are a rich lighter brown and are almost amber when the sun hits them just right. His eyes are deep-set and fierce, known for burning hotter than a fire and being sharper than a blade, which make him rather intimidating. Alexei’s nose is rather prominent and although it used to be perfectly greek-style in shape, it’s now grown more crooked due to being broken too many times. To finish off his facial features, his eyebrows are thick and straight while his lips are average with a heavier bottom lip. As for Alexei’s hair, it is a deep chocolate brown in color and faintly wavy. He keeps it on the longer side and his locks reach his shoulders, almost always kept up in a half-up half-down fashion that he prefers. Occasionally, he will pull it completely back, but this occurrence is few and far between. Alexei has no tattoos or piercings. His clothing is usually simple and flexible, without much care for fancier attire, and usually sports a pair of sturdy boots to complete the outfit. ⇒Personality⇐ Alexei is a man with many faces and many are convinced he’s insane. One minute he’s loud and boisterous, the epitome of a court jester, but another he’s serious and stone cold. There is certainly a duality with this man and no one can seem to figure him out. Alexei manages o be both intimidating and not at the same time, but one thing is for sure and that is the fact he is respected by those around him. He may seem like he’s lost his mind, but one can doubt his intelligence and the way he carries his plans through to success. He’s trustworthy and loyal to a fault. Doubting Alexei is something only a stupid man would do. Much of Alexei’s seeming “split” personality comes from his passion and immense pride.. He loves to take on new challenges and try things from different angles. This man is invested in every new project and you’ll never find someone as devoted and determined. That being said, Alexei’s attention span tends to be almost childlike and his patience is thin. He’s known for wanting to rush or wanting to turn down ideas simply because they sound boring. He wants zest. He wants to experience a life with spice and not a life that’s bland with boredom. Alexei has boundless energy and a mind that runs a mile a minute. This man is a beast that cannot be contained. You wouldn’t keep a wolf in your backyard, would you? On the other end of the spectrum, Alexei is known for being very serious when it comes to his job and the safety of others. Despite some of his evident immaturity, he’s a father figure. He’s protective and stern, the type to take care of you yet give out a disappointed lecture. This man is a defensive one, friendly enough but with evident boundaries. Invade his space or insult him and prepare to be snapped at. He does not tolerate stupidity and can be a difficult person to get alone with, but at the end of the day, he isn’t cruel or unjust. Alexei Teresi is just a man who is incredibly committed to what he does and expects nothing less than the best. ~ "If you are willing to give up your morals to win, then there is never truly victory." ~ ⇒Family⇐ Johannes Rivera(Adoptive Grandfather, 63) Marcurio Rivera(Stepfather, 47) Odessa Rivera(Mother, 41) Deondre Rivera(Brother, 15) Illia Teresi(Wife, 26) | |
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Scars dot his body from places unknown, but the most visible is a slash through his eyebrow. Mateo’s skin is a natural caramel color with warm undertones, which creates a rather attractive hue. He tans easily and never burns, so his skin is usually on the darker side. His face is square in shape, rather evenly distributed and finished off by a sharp jaw. Occasionally, he decides to keep a heavy stubble or short beard, but he is mostly clean-shaven. Mateo’s eyes are expressive, deep-set, and are considered to be medium brown, though they are arguably the most beautiful thing about him. They are almost a rich honey in color and seem to be speckled with gold in the sunlight. Mateo’s nose fits in with the rest of his face nicely, though it has long lost its straight shape. His nose is crooked from being broken too many times, but it isn’t very prominent.To complete his appearance, he has thicker, but straight eyebrows and full lips with a prominent cupid’s bow. There is nothing particularly special about Mateo’s hair and he finds it rather boring. His hair is a dark chocolate brown in color, almost black, but it has a tendency to lighten in the summer. He keeps it nice and trimmed in a quiff hairstyle, longer on the top and shorter on the sides. It has never been grown out and he plans on keeping it that way. Mateo has no tattoos or piercings. When it comes to attire, he always dresses formally, as such is expected of someone of his status, and prefers more neutral colors. ⇒Personality⇐ Mateo is what one would expect of a child who has spent his life eating out of a silver spoon. He tends to be snobbish and arrogant, the perfect example of a man of status. Confidence is front and center with Mateo, never any doubt present and he carries himself with authority. He can be seen as egotistical, with no care for anyone but himself, and perhaps it is true. He keeps a squeaky clean reputation and figure. He is the perfect prince and heir to the throne. It is hard to find something to criticize about when it comes to him. He is certainly Type A, always pushing for the best and is a known perfectionist. But despite appearing vain and conceited, Mateo fits right in with social crowds. He is dignified and diplomatic, easy with words and able to hold himself in conversation. Oftentimes he is even the center of attention and life of the party, known for being outgoing and even flirtatious. He appears to be the perfect blend of everything, though that is the side the public sees. They see a perfect prodigy of a protege, a man who will make a fine king. What they miss is the boy who has a void in his chest and a want for something more. Nobody sees the side that prefers the quiet of the library or the hum of the harp over the bustling balls. Nobody sees the man who likes to sleep under the stars or dreams of dancing in the rain. Quietly dissatisfied with his life, Mateo has never been seen as more than a prize. He was always seen as just a prince, but never beyond that title. He has never had the chance to experience meaningful relationships outside of his family. If one took the time to look beyond the surface, they would find that there is a silent sadness and anger to the man whose crown defines his worth. ~ “It would be within your best interests to do what I say… and do it now.” ⇒Mateo’s History⇐ As the eldest son of the Vidal’s, just about everything falls upon Mateo’s shoulders. He has spent his life training to be king, to fulfill the role assigned to him at birth. There have been expectations since he was born and they have continued throughout his life, so chances for freedom were few and far between. His childhood was spent with his siblings, the children a merry band of royals who adored each other when they weren’t fighting over toys or mother’s attention. They are thicker than thieves and Mateo was always closest to his eldest sister, Esmeralda, who has been by his side since the beginning. He has grown up as the golden child, but Mateo grew stir-crazy as the years passed. The stress of being down by the shackles of royal responsibility took a toll on the young man, leaving him tired, irritable, and drunk on what few nights he had off. From his desperation came his first act of rebellion… his step into the world of fighting. Done in the back alleys, fighting was a popular form of underground entertainment. It was there Mateo found his place. It was there the prince learned how to feel again. He hides his bruises and injuries well, his parents convinced he is clumsy, but little do they know that the man spends his nights beating men and being beaten himself. Mateo surprisingly agreed to the marital arrangements without a second thought, knowing it was a small price to pay for his people. He wanted the suffering to end, but in the end, he certainly isn’t happy about his decision. In fact, he is quite upset about how things played out, feeling like even more of his freedom is being stolen, but he accepts the hand he has been dealt. In the weeks before the wedding, he has spent even more time out fighting in the ring and training to try and forget what his life is about to become. There is no doubt that beneath the crisp suit he will wear on his wedding day lies a body beaten black and blue. At least he learned early on to protect the face. ⇒Family⇐ Sara Vidal(59, Mother) Alessandro Vidal(56, Father) Esmeralda Vidal(28, Sister) Enzio Vidal(22, Brother) Baez Vidal(18, Brother) | |
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She has a voice like silky smoke and fine wine V I O N A~L A N E “Don’t you go acting like a saint darlin’… not when you know I make you want to sin.” ⇒Nickname(s)⇐ V ⇒Gender⇐ Feminine ⇒Age⇐ 26 ⇒Sexual Orientation⇐ Bisexual ~ “Sweetie, don’t pitch a fit, it’s not a good look for you.” ~ ⇒Appearance⇐ Tall. Viona is tall. She stands at 6’0” and every inch of her is accentuated with seductive curves and a slender physique she loves to use to her advantage. Her body is shaped like an hourglass, evenly balanced with the gift of a slim waist. Her hips and bust are on the fuller side, though her curvyness is more delicate than anything, allowing her to cut a rather elegant figure. Viona is athletic, lean with firm muscles that may not appear too prominent, but are there nonetheless. Long legs with well-fleshed thighs finish off her body, giving her a form that many women would envy and many men desire. Viona’s skin is on the lighter side, a smooth, creamy ivory with warm undertones that give her a healthy glow. She has some very light freckles across her nose that are only visible during the summertime, which she hates. Her face is diamond shaped, giving her pronounced cheekbones and a slim chin. Her features are overall prominent as her face shape calls for. Viona has eyes that are sharp, catlike, and unforgiving that come in a brilliant shade of emerald green. Above sits a set of eyebrows that are perfectly waxed into a soft arch and point, while below sits a straight, Greek-style nose that is straight and chiselled as well as a pair of full lips with a prominent cupid's bow. Viona’s hair is a bright, flaming red, and falls to the base of her shoulder blades in a layered cut. It is wavy in texture, with some occasional curls that are most prominent at the end. Usually, she has it styled in a loose curly fashion, as a curling iron is her best friend. Her ears and nose are pierced, but typically she wears a single diamond stud in her nose, disregarding earrings. As for tattoos, she has one, which is a peacock that takes up most of her backs left-side. It's head curls to the side towards her right shoulder and it's tail fans from about mid-back and trails off on her buttock. Her makep is more plain, and it usually consists of red lipstick in a darker shade and a very basic face routine. In terms of clothing, Viona prefers things that hug her curves and has a soft spot for hoodies, but can typically be found in shorts that show off her legs, and don’t even get her started on her obsession with all things heeled. ⇒Personality⇐ Witty and sarcastic, Viona knows her worth and is not afraid to make that fact known. She’s the textbook definition of a spitfire and many find it hard to get along with her strong will. She’s stubborn and fiercely so, with an ego and confidence to match. She’s a wildfire in a drought and burns hotter than one too when it comes to her temper. She may not trigger-happy when it comes to getting angry, but she is certainly not someone to be around when mad. Viona can become truly venomous when she’s crossed and certainly bites when cornered. It is wise to remain on her good side. That being said, Viona isn’t a naturally aggressive person. She is not necessarily someone who goes out of her way to be kind, but she is not cruel. She may be a tad prickly, but she is known to be the picture of charm and charisma. A high-society socialite, she is just as comfortable at charity balls as she is in cafes. Viona is rather ambiverted, someone who needs time to recharge and enjoys her quiet time, yet enjoys to be the life of the party. Her ease in all social situations is a part of her natural grace, with her eloquent words and the intoxicating way she seems to talk with her honeysuckle southern drawl. But Viona may seem angelic, with the pretty face and bright eyes, but every inch of her was carved by the devil. She’s a seductress, with the deep crimson lipstick and smoldering eyes that peer out from beneath thick lashes. Sinfully exhilarating, Viona knows how to flirt her way to the finish and is one of the most enthralling women one could ever meet. She’s a heartbreaker by all means and is known for leaving a trail of men behind her. The queen of flings and one-night-stands, Viona Lane may not be your next girlfriend, but she will certainly be the subject of your dreams. “If y’all so much as look at me wrong I’ll blow your pretty little brains out.” ⇒History⇐ Viona grew up with her brother, Victor, as two of the many heirs to their grandfather’s alcohol empire. Hailing from Savannah, Georgia, the Lane family has long dominated the social circles of the area, and Viona is most certainly of their legacy. She is a socialite in every sense of the word, and is the queen bee that has Savannah eating out of her palm. She grew up at only the most elite of private schools, and graduated top of her class. She has since then acquired a business degree in marketing, with a minor in finance. Her biggest goal is to one day take over her grandfather’s business, but as much as the old man loves her, he is stubborn, and refuses to step down. ⇒Family⇐ Tucker Truman Lane (Father, 47) Lilianna Lane (Mother, 47) Victor Lorenzo Lane (Brother, 23) ⇒Theme Songs⇐ Livin’ La Vida Loca- Ricky Martin Spicy Margarita- Jason Derulo I See Red- Everybody Loves An Outlaw | |
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