──✮ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳

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i. fallon mackey ii. "mouse" , "mack" iii. twenty-five
iv. cisfemale [she/her] v. pansexual vi. "the silent"
vii. bartender, gunman's arms viii. five feet, six inches
ix. info x. info xi. hailee steinfeld

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when people look at fallon they see a small and shy
woman, someone easily overpowered and hardly an
y sort of threat- and these people could never be m
ore wrong. underneath the soft appearing exterior l
ays a strong and confident woman. while the mouse
tends to stay silent, she has no issue in using her vo
ice. mack is what some may consider a double agen
t, using one side of her personality to gain the trust
of those whose interests do not align with hers and
the other to act against them whether that be in pr
ivate or if needs be, out in the open. having worked
in the gunman's arms for five years she has heard al
l kinds of rumours about the tyrant maxwell and his
guard, writing every detail down in her journal.

for a couple of years all that information was just
for hers, until she met the leader of the rebel hand.
when she found them, there were only three memb
ers. at first she was considered a runner, filling out
little contracts for them, whether it were finding o
ut information like the guard's schedules or what th
ey may have been planning for the city. fallon gave
her all when it came to the rebels, building trust be
tween them and herself. and when she was finally r
ecruited, she divulged every piece of information sh
e had found for herself - three years worth, describ
ing each lower ranked guardsman's roles in detail. u
nfortunately just a few months after this, the major
rity of those men had mysteriously vanished leaving
the rebels with almost nothing in their hands.

the mouse is still trying her best to make up for the
wasted information, whether the leader felt that sh
needed to or not. her stubbornness and determinati
on to right her wrongs became apparent all too quic
kly.

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[ᴮᴸᵁᴱ]

relations res.

[འབྲོག་ཁྱི]

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iris emilia shaw · goes exclusively by shaw
THE RIGHT HAND / THE WOLF · twenty-eight
cisfemale, she/herx ·xpanx ·xfive foot seven
athletic buildx·xdark brown eyesx·xbrunette
thoroughly scarredx·xformer guard / soldier

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She only wants to be known as "Shaw"
and even those she considers friends
usually do not know her first name.
All xtoo often, xShaw hides behind a
mask of some kind, whether that be
a helmet or a nickname, like "Wolf".

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Shaw is selectively mute, and speaks
extremely rarely. She communicates
with the rebels through sign language
and occasionally written notes when
it is more convenient. These abilities
prove xuseful xduring xstealth ops.

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𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙊𝙒𝙉 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙊 𝘼 𝙂𝙊𝙇𝘿𝙀𝙉 𝘾𝘼𝙂𝙀

𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖠𝖬𝖤𝖣 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖬𝖠𝖪𝖤𝖱 𝖮𝖥 𝖦𝖱𝖠𝖢𝖤 𝖡𝖴𝖳

. . 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅

𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙇𝘿𝙉❜𝙏 𝙏𝙄𝙀 𝙐𝙋 𝙈𝙔 𝘼𝙍𝙈𝙎❟ )───
─────────( 𝙏𝙄𝙀 𝙐𝙋 𝙈𝙔 𝙃𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙎

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Shaw grew up as one of the city's many orphans, but as a
child, she was chosen for Erendeer's guardian program.
She was raised to be a soldier, spending most of her time
training until she turned seventeen and joined the troops
as a novice. It was grueling work, but she believed that it
was a preferable alternative to xthe fates of many of her

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𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖭𝖮𝖶 𝖠𝖭 𝖠𝖭𝖦𝖱𝖸 𝖦𝖮𝖣 𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖬𝖠𝖭𝖣𝖲

────>─> 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙊𝘿 𝙊𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘼𝙇𝙏𝘼𝙍

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fellow orphans. She would spend her days pa-
trolling xthe xstreets, xindoctrinated xto see
Leader xMaxwell xas xa near-mythical figure
whose xevery xword was xto be taken xas both
truth & law. During her novice days, she show-
ed promise xwith ranged weapons and sharp-
shooting, and was chosen to become one of the

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𝘖𝘕 𝘈 𝘛𝘏𝘙𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘍𝘌𝘈𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘚 𝘐 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘚𝘓𝘌𝘗𝘛

─────>─> 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗜 𝗔𝗠 𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗞𝗘

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snipers set up high over xthe rest of the city,
taking out targets with xa single precise shot.
That's xwhen xthe edges of xthe illusion began
to crack. xShaw's targets xdidn't look like the
dangerous, xhighly violent people she was told
they were after. xThey were ordinary people.
Many of them looked scared, xlike they were
on the run. xQuestioning her ordersx only led
to punishment, xand she took xmore of those

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𝘼 𝙃𝙊𝙇𝙔 𝙍𝙄𝙁𝙇𝙀 𝙊𝙉 𝙈𝙔 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙇𝘿𝙀𝙍

& 𝟧𝟢 𝖯𝖮𝖴𝖭𝖣𝖲 𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖫𝖨𝖭𝖦, 𝖨 𝖪𝖤𝖯𝖳 𝖨𝖭 𝖬𝖸 𝖯𝖮𝖢𝖪𝖤𝖳

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shots xthan xshe would like to admit. xGetting
out xwasn't easy. xShe xessentially had xto dis-
appear, xa deed easier said xthan done in the
city of Erendeer, and that's when she was con-
tacted by the rebels. Many of them still don't
trust xthe ex-guard, xand xshe doesn't xblame
them for questioning her. But she is loyal, and
their xleader's trust means xthe world xto her.

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𝘐 𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞 𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘠 𝘚𝘖𝘖𝘕 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓xxxxxxxx
xxxxxxx𝘽𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙉𝙊 𝙐𝙎𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙈𝙀 . . .

[འབྲོག་ཁྱི]

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Shaw has more kills on her conscience than she
would care to admit, but she is willing to lend
her skillset xto the rebels' cause. xThat being
said, xshe spends a lot of her xfree time look-
ing xinto xthe identities ofx her past targets,
not xjust xhoping xto figure out xthe motives
behind xthe orders, xbut as a sort of strange
ritual of penance. Yet that is exactly the kind
of xmindset she was xraised to have — xboth
crimes and mistakes have xa price which she
must pay. // fond of rain, the quiet nighttime
and is a little afraid of dogs, ironically enough

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relationship ideas/prompts;

— a relative/friend/etc. of someone she was ordered to kill
— enemies to friends
— the ride or die 🙏🙏

[st. serpent]

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01 stefan paris valldeaux 02 25 years old 03 male 04 homosexual 05 the eagle
06 september 10 07 istj 08 5'11" 09 162 lb 10 he/him 11 valldeaux family heir
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───' ❃ 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬'𝗟𝗟 𝗣𝗨𝗧 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗜𝗡 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗪𝗘 𝗢𝗪𝗡 ──────────────────

paris is the sole heir of the now-ruined valldeaux family, a wealthy dynasty whose financial and comme
rcial influence survive even after the final world war. paris' father and head of the valldeaux household,
was a pioneer in the urban development of erendeer, responsible with a great many of the city's infrast
ructure projects. paris' father became a close confidant of maxwell, but unlike the latter, his father had
never envisioned erendeer as a permanent sanctuary. it wasn't a coincidence that paris' father mysterio
usly disappeared after he made his ambitions of the outside world apparent to maxwell. his body was f
ound three days after his disappearance... and suddenly, the entirety of the valldeaux family was indict
ed for corruption and money laundering. at that point, paris had lost it all: diamonds, cars, and fine wi
ne. with nothing but his tarnished surname, paris packed his things and ran away from the city lightsx'
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paris is quiet distant, but he is never intentionally cold or standoffish. aft
er the fall of his family, he became resolute in fulfilling his father's ambiti
ons for the outside world. because of this, paris is exceedingly loyal to th
e rebel's cause, and makes sure that he always has an open helping hand
to aid his comrades, even in the direst of times. paris ensures that whate
ver it is he needs to do for the rebels, he is to do it with his fullest effort
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paris is, above all else, meticulous and prepared. he lives and works with
a tidy and structured method, making sure that the devil is fully exorcise
d from the tiniest details. though calm and amicable most of the time, pa
ris finds no qualms in snapping back when someone dares to speak of hi
s family in a negative light, but really, can one even blame him for that?x'


─── ❃ 𝗣𝗨𝗠𝗣𝗘𝗗 𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗢𝗙 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗗 !! ─────────────────────── ───

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✦xworked as a budding corporate lawyer at 20, often deals with his father's transactions a
✦xnd negotiations with project partners

✦xparis lost his father at 23, the false criminal investigations and subsequent charges agai
✦xnst his mother and the rest of his family started thereafter and ended when he was 24

✦xlives and dies for legal due diligence, contract drafting, negotiations, and interrogations

✦xdresses formally 24/7, you'll never catch him wearing at the very least a freshly-ironed
✦xdress shirt and dress pants. he'd wear suits all of the time if given the chance tbh

✦xdespite this, the only luxury item that paris keeps is an expensive neck brooch of black
✦xsilk fabric, the centre of which bears a clear gemstone encircled with white pearls

✦xa bit of a loner and a bit too independent. he doesn't hate company, he's just not that g
✦xood with casual conversations and small talks. talk abt work however and he'll perk up

✦xhas started smoking after his father's loss. knows it's bad for him tho

✦xextreme boy-liker (derogatory), he can never hold a steady, casual convo with handsom
✦xe men without stuttering, unless it's abt work ofc

✦xwipwip more info later on ig

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xxxxxxxxxxxx𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗔𝗡 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗨𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘, 𝗕𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔 𝗕𝗢𝗗𝗬 𝗕𝗔𝗚

ORIENTATION. xxxxxxxxxxxl panrom pansex
AGE. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx twenty-six
HEIGHT. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx five foot five
EYE COLOUR. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx dark brown
HAIR. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx long, straight, black

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GIVEN NAME. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx evelynn lim
NICKNAMES. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxl evie
CODE NAME. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxl the viper
ROLE. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx the blade
PRONOUNS. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx she, her
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xxxxxx𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗔 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗗𝗘, 𝗟𝗢𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦

at the heart of xerendeer xlies an underground xfighting ring, xwhere all sorts of personalities
gather for their share of bloody entertainment - with a side of gambling, of course. xbut what
makes this one unique among similarly illicit endeavours is the participants themselves. in this
ring, xso-called benefactors xpick xorphans off the streets, xtrain them to be nothing short of
deadly, xand pit them xagainst each other week by week. xit's genius really; a sponsor gets all
the same money, xglory and fame without so much as a papercut on their bodies. on the other
hand, xfighters like evelynn were xconsidered lucky if they xescaped a xround with their lives.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx𝗔𝗡 𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗬, 𝗜 𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗠𝗘𝗔𝗡 𝗧𝗢 𝗟𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗛

after taking the life of her xbenefactor to free herself from the ring, xevie found a place with
the rebels. she's the one to get her hands dirty if needed, xbut she usually just shadows other
members to xprotect them on their missions. xshe's all about practicality and efficiency; xshe
gets straight xto the point xand lacks xempathy. xher blunt, xcallous comments ruffle a lot of
feathers. xshe also has a xcasual xattitude that xerrs on the side of arrogance. xshe maintains
the impression that everything is easy to her, and when things go awry, she only gets prouder,
despite any internal turmoil. she seems content to keep her distance, but truthfully, at some
point, xthe ruins xstarted xto feel like xhome to her xlonely soul - xeven if she won't admit it.
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xxxxxx𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗜𝗧 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛, 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗦 𝗔𝗧 ?!

evie is a seasoned fighter, xspecializing in close combat. xwhen it comes to xanything ranged,
she's a lost cause. xshe's never touched a xgun in her life, xand her throwing arm is laughable.
but when things are up close and personal, xshe's light on her feet, xusing stealth, speed and
wits to compensate xfor what she lacks in strength. xsmall daggers are her weapon of choice,
although she can xmake do with xanything sharp, xsince when she fights, xit's kill or be killed.

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𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗔
── enjoys the feeling of power and control; she tends to toy with people when she's bored, poking their buttons or causing them some discomfort
── has poor literacy skills, she struggles with reading and writing (especially spelling). she's pretty much a novice when it comes to what's typically taught in schools (i.e. math, sciences, even erendeer's history) and she's quite embarrassed about it
── her manners are iffy, since even outside of her inconsiderate personality, she wasn't exactly taught how to act as a high-class member of society
── no job outside working with the rebels. she's been keeping a low profile ever since she left the ring, and she doesn't exactly have the assets to secure employment (for one, she does not have any form of legal id). she does take money off her victims though (again, her morals are evidently quite questionable)
── an interest in metalworking and other trades; she can often be found tinkering with random machines or gadgets to either figure out how they work or improve them. this is what she how she returns the favour to the rebels for letting her leech off of them for food, water and a place to live
── dresses quite plain, generally choosing basic athleticwear to give her freedom of movement, but surprisingly, she's quite vain. any injuries to her face in particular put her in a terrible mood
── wants some sort of tattoo, but she's unfortunately rather poor

𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣𝗦
── hendrix pierce / the leader
thoughts go here

── christopher ward / the right hand
thoughts go here

── stephan valldeaux / the scout
thoughts go here

── florian monari / the intel
thoughts go here

── fallon mackey / the silent
thoughts go here

[lykos brethren]

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name: Hendrix Knox Pierce.
nickname: henry, pierce.
sex: male.
age: thirty years old.
sexuality: bisexual
code name: the bear.
role: leader of the rebels.
hair color: shoulder length sandy
brown hair that is somewhat wavy
eye color: stormy grey.
build: 6'3 stocky, muscular.
body mods: Several scars on his body
and covered head to toes in tattoos.
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positive traits: natural leader, loyal, protective, listener, strategic, level headed, affectionate, witty, charismatic, adaptable,
independent, observant, empathetic
negative traits: stoic, intimidating, possessive, reckless, secretive, stubborn, workaholic, haunted, vindictive, cynical,
self-sacrificing, ruthless,

At first glance, Hendrix was a fortress. Tattoos snaked across his skin, a cryptic roadmap of a life lived on the edge. His eyes, a
stormy grey, held a depth that could pierce through bravado, sniffing out lies with the chilling efficiency of a bloodhound. They
were eyes that had seen too much, burdened with a past that cast a long shadow. Those same eyes, however, could also seem to
pierce the veil of the soul, discerning the flicker of genuine kindness amidst the darkest corners of a heart. This uncanny ability
had served him well, acting as a human lie detector during recruitment for the rebels. It was a skill honed by a lifetime of
navigating treacherous waters.

But beneath the imposing exterior, a different Hendrix resided. He was a man who understood loyalty with a fierce intensity. The
rebels weren't just a team; they were the family he'd chosen after the brutal hand of fate had ripped his own away. Their well-
being was his sacred duty. He checked in on them, a silent guardian, his gaze lingering a beat too long to ensure they were truly
alright. He shouldered their burdens with an unwavering strength, a silent promise that he'd never let them face their demons
alone. His gruff exterior melted away when someone needed a listening ear or a steady hand. He dispensed wisdom like a
seasoned sage, yet never pressured anyone to confide in him. For some, he was a surrogate brother, a figure of unwavering
support. For others, he was a father figure, a source of unwavering strength. He might bark orders when deadlines loomed, but he
also knew the power of laughter. A well-timed joke, delivered in his gravelly voice, could shatter tension like a well-placed
grenade, leaving smiles blooming across hardened faces. His laugh, a rare and genuine thing, had the warmth of a crackling fire,
chasing away the chill that often clung to the group.

However, when danger threatened his chosen family, the gentle giant vanished. A steely glint hardened his gaze, and his
movements became a lethal ballet. He was a strategist, a master of planning, always two steps ahead of the enemy. This was the
Hendrix that Maxwell prized, the man whose loyalty and foresight were worth their weight in gold.
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