Night of the Golden Witch (PG-13)

[TheSequelReturns]

- Warning -

This RP is not for the faint of heart. There will be graphic violence. There will be death. Your character will probably die multiple times, so be prepared.

If you are okay with the above, continue onward.


~ Night of the Golden Witch ~

- 60 Years Ago -

The year is 1923. The economy of the nation of Britannia is controlled exclusively by the five Great Families. The heads of each family rule Britannia by their grasp on everything gold touches and decide the fate of their nation in council sessions held in the capital. The press, the industry, the shipping, arms manufacturing, scientific research, law enforcement, everything traces its influence back to one of the Great Families.

However, it was not to last. A disaster that would come to be known as The Great Earthquake struck during the height of the family’s power and on the eve of a council meeting. London, the capitol city of Britannia, is devastated by the earthquake and the fires that followed. In the chaos, all five of the Great Family heads are killed as well as many of the other members. The damage to the capital is extensive; homes are destroyed, factories are leveled, roads and railways are torn apart, and over two thousand are missing or dead.

And so the governing powers of Britannia were swept away in a single night, and the majesty and decadence of the capitol brought to a smoldering end. In the wake of this terrible tragedy, the Great Families lose everything.

Now faced with losing everything they had worked generations to achieve, the Great Families erupt into a series of power struggles and bloodfueds, each surviving prominent family member battling for control of their family, and each Great Family out to wrest as much power as they can out of the anarchy. The Leonhart family, once the lowest of the five, was the first to come back together. Under the control of the new head of the family, a man called Kieran Leonhart, they organized a swift takeover of the council and by claims of necessity, subjugated the other families.

The other families, too prideful to see the lowest of them rise to such power, demanded that Kieran prove he deserved to rule them or they would force him and his family out of the council entirely. To their shock, Kieran delivered. He presented the other family heads with the proof of his right to rule, fifty tons of gold bars. How Kieran acquired such an outlandish fortune could never be proven, it was after all more money than the other four families had combined. More money than had even existed in London’s treasury before the disaster. And yet, the gold was real. And so was its power.

In one swift move, Kieran bought out those he could and established the Leonhart family as the only family with any power. Over the years, the Leonhart family would rebuild London to even greater glory than it had ever seen. And those survivors of the other once great families too prideful to submit to Kieran’s will vanished one by one.

Although the family was grateful to Kieran for restoring them to their position of influence and power, no one could explain exactly where or how he had managed to obtain his fortune. Kieran himself refused to comment, but ever since his triumphant restoration of the Leonhart family he had taken to spending nearly all of his time in his mansion on Cainhurst, a private island owned by Kieran himself. Rumors began to circulate over the years that he had obtained the fortune in various underhanded or dark means. And the fact that Kieran only withdrew more and more from society as the years went on only served to fuel them.

Even the other members of the Leonhart family rarely saw Kieran, and access to Cainhurst was restricted to invitation only. No invitations were ever given. Suspicions abounded within the family as to what exactly had happen on Cainhurst to cause Kieran to all but vanish. The most prevalent of these rumors that grew around Cainhurst was that there was a witch on the island, and Kieran had made a deal with her to obtain the gold. This witch became known as Beatrice, after the name of a lavish painting of a mysterious and beautiful woman that Kieran commissioned for the foyer of his mansion...


- Present Day -

The year is now 1985. Many years have passed since the earthquake, and the Leonhart fortune has been locked away for years, no one but Kieran himself knows exactly where. The gold has been an urban legend in the family for decades, and all of Kieran’s descendants know well the legend of the gold and Beatrice, the Golden Witch, whom it is said gave the gold to Kieran. Thus, it comes as a shock when each of his descendants receives a letter telling of Kieran falling ill and wishing to pass his riches on before he dies. As proof of its authenticity, a wax seal imprinted with the mark of Kieran’s one of a kind ring adorns each letter. The mark is the Leonhart family crest, the One-Winged Lion.

The letters claim that Kieran is waiting for them in his mansion on Cainhurst, and gives a date for the meeting, April 4th, 1985. Confused about Kieran’s sudden reappearance and his change in disposition, but curious about the "riches" mentioned in the letter, the family members set out to meet on Cainhurst Isle, unaware of the dark shadow that awaits them there...

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- Your Role -

Players will play as one of Kieran's descendants. Each of you are aware of the legends about the gold fortune and the Golden Witch, Beatrice. Each of you have also just arrived on the island in preparation for the meeting in which Kieran is supposed to pass on his fortune.

What you don't know is that there is a lot more to the legends than anyone could have guessed, and getting to the truth behind those legends will come with a cost. As a storm strands the family members on Cainhurst Isle, they will find themselves caught up in a very deadly game of magic and mystery and impossible twists.

This is above all else, a mystery RP. While there will be action it is not the focus of this story. The main objective is to solve the mystery (and to not die horribly in the process).


- Details About the Sign-Ups -

In a unique twist of necessity, and due to the nature of this RP, it is entirely possible to sign-up as the family members of other players, even as their parents, spouse, brother, sister, or child. Not only is it possible, but it is actually encouraged.

You’ll need to be mindful of this when you create your history sections. Try to avoid directly saying who is in your family, and leave room for other players to work with. Because just like a real family, you can’t chose who’s in it.

I can handle the relations or you can talk it over among yourselves, either way is fine. There’s also no limit on characters so long as you can keep up with all of them.

(As a note on the last name, due to the Leonhart family’s prestige, any women who marry outside the family keep their last name and the man is expected to “marry into” the family by changing his name.)


- Sign-Up Form -

Name: As much as I'd like to give you a lot of freedom here, remember two things. You live in Britannia (basically a fictional version of England), and your last name is Leonhart.

Age: No younger than 10, no older than 50.

Gender: Male or Female

Relation to Kieran: Is he your father, grandfather, uncle, etc...

Relation to other Characters: This is to be used to keep track of what other players are in your immediate family. It’s okay to leave this blank until others join in.

Personality: Give a good idea of how your character sees things and how they react to and treat others. At least a good paragraph.

Appearance: Give a good idea of what your character looks like and the outfit they arrived on the island in. At least a good paragraph on each.

History: A brief history of your character's past. You may mention other player’s characters so long as you keep them in character. A detailed history between characters is a good starting point for tension later on, but is not required.

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- Final Notes -

The point of this RP is to be a clever game of wits between me and the players, or among the players themselves. As such, I expect that players will be attentive to others, pay attention to detail, attempt to solve the mystery, and above all not abandon the RP.

I cannot stress the last one enough. Each player will be a crucial piece in the puzzle, so abandoning the RP will be like removing a piece of a jigsaw puzzle or taking a piece off of a chessboard. The solved picture will never be as complete as it could have been and the process of getting there will be a little tougher.

So, I kindly ask that anyone who submits a sign-up for approval be willing to see this through to the end, if not for the sake of yourself, then for the sake of the other players.

I also understand that things happen and that sometimes a player can’t post for a while or needs to drop out altogether. That’s totally okay. Just give me a heads up so I know what needs to be done with your character. Also, no need to post a mini novel with each post if you don’t want to, staying active is what’s important. The more active you guys are, the faster we can delve into the mystery.

With that said, this is totally about fun, and I hope that this RP will be an enjoyable experience for those involved. Let the tale begin!


- List of Confirmed Players -

Italics = WIP Sign Up

Alena Leonhart (Granddaughter) - *Jean Grey*
Bianca Leonhart (Granddaughter) - Monster Guy
Miraela Leonhart (Granddaughter) - GoldenHouou
Callum Leonhart (Nephew) - Shampoo Thief
Callaway Gilbrand Leonhart (Grandson) - Schade
Sybil Leonhart (Grand-Niece) - Minteh
Haze Leonhart (Grand-Niece) - Vern

- The Family Tree -

Spoiler: Picture Enclosed

 

[*Jean Grey*]

Name: Alena Leonhart ("Lenny" or "Ally")

Age: 23 (November 20, 1961)

Gender: Female

Relation to Kieran: Kieran is her paternal grandfather.

Relation to other Characters: Miraela Leonhart (younger sister), Bianca Leonhart (cousin), Callaway Leonhart (cousin), Jules Leonhart (father), Orianna Leonhart (aunt)

Personality: Alena, despite her aristocratic background, does not act in the typical way an aristocratic girl would act. Brash, crude, foul-mouthed and headstrong with a dark sense of humor, propriety and decorum are the last things on her mind, preferring to present herself as she is instead of putting on an act to please someone. An independent rebel with her own mind, she values thinking for herself a lot, preferring not to be bogged down by the weight of expectations, behavioral norms, or "what ought to be". One could consider her impulsive because of this, and she is indeed, known as the black sheep of the family. She's far from feminine, rather, she's very much a tomboy, with a rough manner of speech (though still British-accented), a tendency to use profanity, and interests that do not align with a typical upper-class woman's pursuits - drinking at Irish pubs, betting on Ladbrokes, skateboarding, mechanical work, pool, fighting, heavy metal music (among other dark genres) and cigarette smoking, among other things. Being so casual and sharp-tongued, she also comes off as blunt and classless, as she says what's on her mind and doesn't bother mincing her words. Far from demure, she can be very flirty when she wants to be (she likes adventurous, liberal types like herself), knowing how to get someone in bed with ease…though she is also very skillful at shutting people out if she doesn't like them, thinks that she they would just use her for the Leonhart name (owing to her cynical nature and brought about by bad experiences with romance in the past), or finds them boring (which describes a lot of male aristocrats, unfortunately for her poor parents). She isn't shy about her wild tendencies, and is an instigator who always makes the first move in everything she does. However, while flirting and seduction are things she enjoys, she has more than a few problems with actual romance, due to her experiences with some men. Being so pessimistic about long-term relationships, and is no stranger to being taken advantage of in her youth (twice in fact), she wants to prevent herself from disappointment and heartbreak as much as possible and thus, tends to push away anyone whom she thinks might try to get serious with her, knowing that they most likely have something to gain from her somewhere down the line (considering her surname), and she would much rather be alone or cheat than to be the victim in the end. She doesn't want to be used or be anyone's pawn, and can come across as someone who doesn't like commitment because of this. She really does want someone to love her for the person she is, rather than her surname, but thinks that someone like that is difficult to come across.

Alena is also rather foul-tempered; while she's a joy (if rather rough and crude) to be around when she's in a good mood, when she's in one of her darker moods, she's a lot scarier, as she would actually turn to violence with little provocation, especially when she loses a game/bet (she's an arrogant winner and a sore loser), or when her pride is threatened - yes, one thing she retains from her aristocratic upbringing is that telltale pride of hers, especially when it comes to feats of daring and winning. This pride might make her have issues with authority, turn to less-than-civilized means and pick fights (usually of the physical sort) in order to prove her point, but the same pride also makes her one who never gives up on whatever she sets her mind into - she's pigheaded that way, yet because of this, is unforgiving and also holds grudges for long periods of time. She's also one who jumps into things (especially danger) before thinking…fear is something she doesn't want to hold her back, and she's always up for any risk or dangerous game. Of course, this lands her into trouble more often than not, and while most think that she might be more trouble than she's worth, she actually prefers to take care her own issues and problems by herself, not wanting anyone to take responsibility for her - she's a tough woman after all, not a helpless little girl.

Many may get the impression that Alena is standoffish at first, but she's actually friendlier than most think (she does prefer to be alone than be with people who force their opinions and views on her, though), unless someone breaks her trust or tries to judge her superficially without knowing her. Then, yes, of course she would shut out said person and make life hell for them...she's the unforgiving sort and is one to hold grudges after all. She might be a rich girl, but she's also very strong, having taken cage-fighting lessons for some time…if she threatens to break your bones, chances are, she'd actually do it and make you really regret pissing her off. If she likes you, though? She'd be the best friend you'll ever have…she'll stand by your side, look out for you, and go through fires and storms for you. She also won't hesitate to show a more caring and compassionate side, as long as she likes you…though she isn't the most gentle when going about it. She's very brave, and sometimes, her fearlessness even skirts the line into being foolish. She prefers taking the risk and being foolish, however, than to sit around and discuss yet doing nothing. For her, nothing is accomplished unless people take action and move. She isn't stupid, however, and is street-smart from spending her free time in less-than-safe establishments. Aside from being skilled with her hands, she is also an objective thinker, who knows how to keep any kinds of feelings from influencing her decisions whenever it comes to more logical matters, though she's so bullheaded that she finds it difficult to accept points of views that she thinks are too influenced by gut feelings and are "heart-based". Though she is determined and brave, she is also pragmatic and cynical rather than idealistic and positive, not being one who has high morals in terms of the way she prefers to go about things, or one to immediately believe whatever she hears, especially if it seems too good to be true. She's rather good with languages, having encountered quite a number of them at pubs, and is good at thinking on her feet, even in high-stress situations…she can stay clear-headed enough to act, when others would be less likely to. On the other hand, she not one who creates elaborate plans ahead of time, which means she often chooses to improvise her way through things, using her practical intelligence. And while she has nothing against books (she does love world mythology, horror novels, Stephen King and Gothic literature after all, as well as of course, instruction manuals and how-to books) heavy reading bores her, especially if the subject matter is something she isn't interested in.

Alena is one who is drawn to the dark and forbidden side of things, and generally dislikes norms and trends. Aside from never being popular in school, she despises the mainstream fashion and ideas of the time, preferring things that most people see as counterculture and "poisonous". She doesn't see anything wrong in them, and actually thinks that they suit her a lot more than things that are more mainstream. In her mind, it's people who are too narrow-minded to see that different is good, and that taste doesn't have to be shared.

While her father and sister don't always understand her, it doesn't stop her from loving them very much (she loves Dragomira as well, though she's unaware of the latter's concealed hatred for her). Although she isn't the best in showing it, she really does appreciate them a lot in her own way, and wouldn't allow anyone talking bad things about them. After all, despite how they don't fully approve of her choices, they still mean well, genuinely want the best for her and stand up for her when nobody else in the family would, especially when it comes to family gossip involving her (though in Dragomira's case, it's a well-cultivated facade that only her younger sister knows of). Though she is far from the perfect daughter and would never be one, it doesn't stop her from showing her love and appreciation in the smallest and subtlest of gestures, such as looking after Mira (she dotes on Mira very much, despite their differences), and spoiling her father and stepmother using the money she earns from her games and bets.

Appearance:

Alena, though rough around the edges, has a striking beauty that makes people look twice. She's very tall, standing at 6'1" in height, and has very fair skin, and a leanly muscular frame with long, lithe legs and very large breasts that she doesn't mind showing off. Her hair is long, thick and cut unevenly, though most of it hangs down to her hips, and her bangs usually cover her right eye. It's usually left down, or done simply in a messy ponytail or a loose side braid. While her natural hair color is platinum blonde, she started dying it silver-white when she was 19, after she had trouble dying her hair black and her younger sister Mira suggested that silver-white was a good color for her. Her eyes are a haunting violet color, framed with long lashes that are often coated with black mascara. Her face is angular, and her nose is strong, aquiline and rather prominent. She has a navel piercing, and her ears also have multiple piercings; her left ear has two upper helix, two earlobe and one tragus, while her right one has one rook, two forward helix and one transverse lobe. All of them are decorated with different sorts of dark-themed hardware. She has a tattoo on her upper back, which takes the form of a howling wolf, as well as on her upper right arm, taking the form of an upwards-pointing triangle glyph with a horizontal line cutting across. Her nails are painted black.

Alena has a distinctive subversive taste in clothes, disliking big hair and the current trends, preferring the color black in just about everything she wears. Details like studs, crosses, skulls, spikes, chains, safety pins and Gothic elements are her thing, and she loves leather and torn/ripped fabrics, while also enjoying some things like black lace from time to time. Her usual outfit consists of a long-sleeved black top that reaches her hips in length, torn at the sleeves and at the torso (showing off her stomach), with some of the holes held together by safety pins, a distressed, angry grey skull emblazoning the front and silver spikes decorating the shoulders. Under this, she wears black short shorts with ripped bottoms and studded pockets. Her shoes are black, lace-up knee-high combat boots with metal buckles adorning them. She wears these boots with thigh-high sheer black stockings with rips. On her hands are black leather fingerless gloves, and on her head is a black newsboy hat with a grey skull print. She also wears a thick, heavy, gunmetal chain around her neck. When it gets colder, she tends to wear a black leather biker jacket with spikes and chains over her outfit.

History: Born in Brittania, Alena was born to a man who was one of Kieran Leonhart's sons, and Khioniya Lebedeva, a Russian woman whom her father had an affair with. Her father loved Khioniya and pursued her, but she did not, and ran away with her daughter, determined not to let the girl grow up among "Leonhart scum". Thus, while she was born of the Leonhart family, it was only in early 1966, when she was four years old, that she started living with them. Khioniya had tried to keep her hidden, but nothing escaped a Leonhart, especially a very determined one. Kieran, while he disapproved of extramarital affairs, had solemnly asked his son whether his son loved the little girl, and the man firmly answered "Yes. Always.", which made the usually hard-nosed aristocrat relent, and he urged his son to find the girl, so that she could be properly legitimized and raised as one of them. When Alena's father finally found her and took her away, her mother cursed the Leonharts before killing herself.

Alena thus, grew up in wealth and luxury. Her father doted on her, and her Transylvanian stepmother, Dragomira Albescu, while stern when it came to matters of etiquette and decorum, was also very pampering towards her, usually buying her the nicest things. She had a younger sister named Miraela who shared her violet eyes. The two of them grew up rather differently, and thus, developed a sort of love-hate relationship, though they did care for each other very much. While Miraela tried her best to seem the proper lady and please both their parents (as well as try to make her older sister follow suit), Alena was difficult from the get-go, preferring rough-and-tumble play, fighting and getting herself dirty. She did humor Mira from time to time, however, though Mira did seem to be particularly entertained by fixing her older sister's hair into various, elaborate, girly hairstyles and dying it in various colors, most notoriously shades of purple, as well as silvery-white…much to Alena's suffering. She did get her way at times though, and usually took pleasure in showing Mira (as well as her cousins) up in the rougher games she played and usually won (though some of her more spiteful male cousins always lied that they went easy, if only to save their faces). Mira hated getting dirty or scraped, but Alena never minded, which often made their poor parents wonder whether she was ever going to grow up to become a proper Leonhart lady (never, of course...leading to Dragomira cultivating some very well-hidden ire for the young girl, though she knew how to put on appearances enough not to make Alena totally aware). Her father did admire her strong will and guts, however, knowing that she wasn't one who was going to be easy to take advantage of. Mira seemed to be the perfect daughter on the outside, while Alena was the one who was hard to control, contrary to what most people would expect, given their birth order.

Both girls were homeschooled from an early age, due to their father wanting only the best sort of education for them, which of course, involved etiquette and decorum. While Mira tried her best, Alena only attempted to put up with it for a short time before slipping back into her usual ways. She didn't see the point in lying and pretending. She knew her parents meant well, but thought that it was such an old-fashioned way of thinking that shouldn't be so adhered to in the first place. She shrugged off the lessons and did just what she wanted, reputation be damned. It was the modern world, and there was no need to act like it was 100 years ago or something. This naturally, pissed off her tutors and gave them a lot of headaches. Her parents, not wanting her to have problems later on in life (though she insisted that the Leonhart family name was enough to secure future prospects), sent her to boarding school in Caledonia, the northern part of Brittania, when she was 13, after trying but failing to make her shape up. They thought that, perhaps, placing Alena in the company of other high-class young women would help her become more ladylike, feminine and graceful, as she would have people her age to emulate. However, they overlooked one key fact about the boarding school they chose...yes, it was one of the best in the country, yes its students were all wealthy, and yes, it had excellent teachers, but the oversight wasn't in terms of credentials. It wasn't an all-girls' school. Rather, it was a coeducational boarding school, an oversight which Alena took advantage of during her stay.

While at boarding school, Alena wasn't very popular among the girls, thanks to her rough-edged personality. She did, however, gain a small circle of male friends whom she usually joined in playing schoolboy pranks on unsuspecting victims. It was also there where she discovered her affinity for dark subcultures that deviated from the norm, and quite by accident, really. The teenager just fiddled with the radio in one of her friends' car, and stumbled upon a station that happened to play heavy metal music. She fell in love immediately. As time passed, she fell deeper within the dark subcultures that deviated from the disco-crazy norm and the freedom having real friends brought. For the first time, she saw the world and experienced it. Be it real pub culture, real music, placing bets and learning the ins and outs of vehicles thanks to her friends, Alena started knowing things she wouldn't have known had she not been allowed to leave home, and she loved the excitement, the daring and how different things were when the weekends and school holidays came. She began experimenting a lot more, trying her hand at pool and cards, having fun at Ladbroke's, and even pursuing two affairs, first with her own History teacher when she was fifteen, and then the school nurse (aptly named "Nicholas Frost") when she was seventeen…though both didn't exactly end well thanks to her finding out the men's ulterior motives (which had to do with them knowing her family background and trying to take advantage of it). She gained a notorious reputation, yet she wasn't bothered so much by it. After all, she was a Leonhart and she kept her grades within a good range, and those were reason enough as to why she wasn't expelled. Her parents might have thought that they had sent their daughter to boarding school in order to become a better lady, but it turned out Alena became quite the opposite, thanks to that minor oversight. Yes, she was a good (though coarse-mannered) student on school days, but in the evenings and holidays, she lived a different life that was wilder, darker, and more exciting, far from the expectations placed upon her.

When Alena came back to London at nineteen, she had bloomed not as a poised, refined lady but rather, a wild, dark blossom, and she decided that she wasn't going to let her parents dictate how she was going to act anymore. She had the family name of the most powerful family in Brittania, and she was sure that she was at least mildly attractive, so what more could any man with actual balls ask? Sick of pre-conceived notions about being the perfect English Rose, she applied for a course in mechanical engineering at a good London university, chose not a necklace of diamonds, but her own motorbike as her graduation present, and sought to dye her perfect platinum blonde locks an inky black color. She succeeded in doing the first two…but there was the issue of the third. Her platinum locks failed to take the black color well, and the results were not exactly attractive, to say the least. One night, after her third unsuccessful attempt, Mira recounted a story about how she once dyed Alena's hair silver-white, and that it took pretty well, theorizing that it was easier for Alena's blonde hair to take on a much lighter color. Surprisingly, Alena considered the idea and tried it out, at first not having faith in the outcome, being the cynic that she is, but was convinced and satisfied when she saw the results. Her parents took the change surprisingly well, her stepmother particularly noting that it was a good color for her (perhaps, because Alena's natural hair color was so much like Jules'...and Dragomira wanted to ensure that Mira had more of Jules' favor). This did not, however, change the fact that they were concerned about their older daughter's future, considering her interests, lack of manners and image. Jules still wished that Alena would come around, but tried to comfort himself with the fact that at least, he didn't raise an axe murderer, though he remained hopeful for her prospects and tries best to remind Alena that she's a true Leonhart, whenever he could (usually when expecting important visitors, potential suitors and the like). Not that it stopped her from frequenting pubs and shady establishments, signing up for cage-fighting lessons (insisting that a Leonhart ought to be able to defend herself, especially because there could be anyone out to take down a Leonhart), however, or kissing unsavory men decked in spikes or with strange, colored hair for that matter. Now just finishing her third year in her mechanical engineering course, Alena is looking forward to living her own life, on her own terms, knowing that she could stand on her own two feet, whether or not she is destined to inherit part of the family fortune.

Alena recently received a letter from her mysterious paternal grandfather Kieran, whom she had only thought to be a legend, thanks to never really seeing his face. It stated that he had fallen ill and wished to pass his riches on before he dies. Her father urged her to go, seeing this as an opportunity for her to perhaps, come around and live up to the Leonhart name, though Alena's thoughts were of a different matter. She wanted a new experience, she wanted to see the truth behind the legend, and she wanted to know the man who had unconditionally accepted her as one of them, despite the circumstances of her birth. And so with that, Alena set off for the island.

Other:
- Does not like hospitals, something she shares with her sister Mira, thanks to some unfortunate encounters with a certain Uncle Cisrian, who's a nurse. She would much rather treat her sister's scrapes and wounds, as well as her own, by herself, usually by using vodka or bourbon whiskey as disinfectant. She also knows how to set dislocated bones by herself because of this.
- Having been raised by her birth mother for the first four years of her life, Russian is second nature to her. Thanks to her stepmother, she knows how to speak fluent Romanian, and tutors as well as boarding school allowed her to learn Italian and German.
- Alena is very good with her hands. She enjoys auto work, as well as repairing things, and doesn't at all mind getting dirty/greasy. Fittingly, she is majoring in mechanical engineering.
- She can run...fast. She was actually on the track team back in boarding school.
- The food she cooks is awful, and she makes even British cuisine taste horrible. If you're wondering what grade she got in her home ec class…it's a D, and a borderline case at that. It's her worst grade. She only even got said D and not an F because Bianca sometimes pops up in the kitchen and offers to help her secretly.
- Her favorite type of alcohol is bourbon whiskey.
- her father, Jules, was the one who introduced her to Stephen King novels, as well as Gothic novels. He thought that it would be good for her to read more, and he also kept in mind her less-than-conventional taste when recommending books for her. She doesn't admit it openly to her father, but she truly appreciates how he took her taste into account.

 

[Monster Guy]

I'm willing to change things to accommodate other characters...

Name: Bianca Leonhart
Gender: Female
Age: 22 (February 14 1963)
Relation to Kieran: Kieran is her Maternal Grandfather
Relation to other Characters: Miraela Leonhart (cousin) Alena Leonhart (cousin) Callaway Gilbrand Leonhart (Half-Brother) Jules Leonhart (Uncle), Orianna Leonhart (Mother)

(Hair down)

Appearance: Bianca is about average height for a young woman her age, standing at about 5'6". She has a slender frame, with feminine curves in all the right places. Her breasts are decently sized, not too big but not small either. She was born with smooth fair skin, which doesn't get tanned easily. Her light blond hair is long and wavy, that goes down to her waist. She keeps her bangs swept to the side, usually kept out of her eyes using some type of headband. She has a heart shaped face, with a small nose, large, expressive eyes that are a deep violet color that usually have a childlike sparkle to them, as well as long eyelashes attached to them. She goes out of her way to make sure she looks "cute", and works to maintain it.

Bianca is very much into fashion, and spends a lot of money on it. She has many wardrobes filled with enough clothes to dress a small country. Her outfits tend to vary, but they usually contain a lot of purple, her favorite color. She also has a preference for skirts and dresses over pants. Her current outfit is a consists of a lavender dress with short puff sleeves. The top part of the dress is fitted on the cop, and is cinched at the waist. The skirt part is frilly, and flairs out, only reaching to slightly above her knee. She wears lavender heels on her feet that are decorated with bows. Her legs are covered by sheer pink thigh-high stockings. She wears one of those fancy hats with the wide brim on top of her head that has decorative flowers and bows attached to it that is lavender in color. She accessorizes with gold jewelry (Necklace, bracelet, and the gold band of her amethyst ring) as well as amethyst earrings hanging from her ears. Her hair is worn in a loose ponytail to the side. She carries her things in a lavender purse, Her face is decorated with a light amount of make-up (lavender eyeshadow, a light amount of blush, and lip gloss.) Her nails are also painted lavender.

Personality: Bianca is a friendly, cheerful, and optimistic girl. In spite of any chaos that may be going on, she manages to put on a smile. Despite being from a wealthy family, she doesn't believe it makes her better than anyone else. She spends time around many kinds of people from different backgrounds, and tries to find good in everybody. While she tries to act like a proper lady, she doesn't always do a very good job of it. Around others who know her well, she can come across as silly and childish. However, while it may look like she doesn't take anything seriously, she's smarter than people give her credit for. She's been groomed since young to represent the Leonhart name, in addition to receiving a formal education at an early age. However, she had to put in a lot of effort in order to do well. Her mother would never be pleased if she did only enough to get by. She finds the whole proper lady thing tiresome at times, and just wishes she could figuratively let her hair down, and be herself. She tries not to let it bring her down too much, as that's the price one pays for being a Leonhart. Bianca is a feminine girl, and she has an affinity for cute things. Kittens, puppies, ponies, etc. They all make her squeal excitedly.

Bianca is a compassionate, nurturing girl. She is always there to help others, and is normally really sympathetic and empathetic with anyone who is in trouble. She cares deeply for others, is also very maternal. She sees her friends as her family and will do anything to protect them even putting herself in danger. In regards to this she can be a bit rash. If she sees something threatening someone she cares for she will rush in to danger not thinking of the consequences of her actions. While she is not stupid by any means, she is very much naive when it comes to the real world. She's easily tricked, and is prone to giving anything she has to someone in need in the name of love.

Bianca is the type that wears her heart on her sleeve. It is easy to hurt her feelings, but it doesn't take much to cheer her up again. Growing up she was always told romantic bed time stories involving a damsel in distress and a knight in shining armor. As a result of this, Bianca loves love. She believes it's the best feeling in the world. She believe's everyone, no matter how much of a jerk they may be deserves love. Her beliefs have been instilled into her since young, and she's very outspoken and passionate about them. She's a hopeful romantic, and often acts flirty towards men she likes, hoping they're Mr. Right, and find that special someone so she can get her own Fairy Tale happy ending. She tends to think every guy she's with is "the one" and takes it very seriously, making her seem clingy and overly dependent. She gets easily attached to people she's grown to like, and it upsets her when the object of her affections doesn't share her feelings, and will do anything to keep them around. She also likes to help other people find love as well, and plays matchmaker for people whether they asked for it or not.

History: Bianca Leonhart was born Britannia, to a British mother and an Italian father. Her mother was one of the children of Kieran Leonhart, so Bianca was born into the aristocratic Leonhart family. Bianca's mother had always wanted a daughter, and was thrilled to finally get her wish when she married her current husband and had Bianca. Bianca lived a very extravagant lifestyle. Her parents showered her with love and affection, as well as whatever she wanted. Bianca loved her family and they loved her, it was as simple as that. She has an older brother named Callaway, who was her mother's son from a previous marriage. Her mother doesn't like talking about the man that fathered Callaway. Only saying that it's in the past now, and true love won out in the end. Even though he's only her half brother, she cares about him very much, even though they disagree on a number of things. Her mother read her daughter many fairy tales when she was growing up. They usually involved lovers overcoming all odds to be together. These stories instilled in her the belief that love can conquer any obstacle.

Bianca was the favored child in her family. She didn't realize this though, and she assumed they gave Callaway the same opportunities they gave her. She maintained a close relationship with her cousin Miraela, and they tried to incorporate Mira's sister Alena into their play, but she wasn't interested. Callaway never interacted much with the family, claiming he was "focusing on his studies." Bianca didn't see why he felt the need to take his schoolwork so seriously at the expense of his family relationships. One day she went to his room to talk to him about it, but when she entered her brother's room, she found him in bed with another man. After an argument erupted following the incident, Bianca quickly accepted the fact her brother was gay, and promised not to tell their parents about it. She understood that the homosexual community weren't fully accepted by soceity.

From an early age, Bianca was groomed to carry on the family's reputation. She was homeschooled by scholars and tutors that were handpicked by her parents. This lasted until she was of age to start junior high school, then she attended a prestigious boarding school in Caledonia, the northern part of Brittania, in order to be able to interact with others her own age. She attended the same school as her cousin Alena, although the two were associated with different social circles. While she performed well enough, she found it very tiresome trying to live up to her family's standards. She cared more about finding her one true love, and getting her own happy ending. Just like the ones in the stories she was told. One day, she met a handsome, blonde haired, blue eyed, young man named Alistair Valentine. He was one of the few people at the school who wasn't wealthy, but was there on scholarship. At the time, he was assigned to be her tutor when her grades started slipping. They're relationship was professional at first, and her grades did improve with his help. Eventually, they became something more. She likes to say their meeting was love at first sight, but it took quite a long time of getting to know each other before they officially professed their love, and consumated the relationship. People were surprised that a Leonhart, who had so many suitors that were within her class to choose from would pick a mere commoner. She didn't care though. Around Alistair, she could be herself. She didn't have to impress him with the whole proper lady act. The affair was passionate, and romantic. They were both certain that they were destined to be together, and that this was going to last forever.

Ultimately, it wasn't meant to be. Alistair had to move away from Britannia to go to his ideal university, forcing him to leave Bianca behind. Meanwhile, Bianca remained in Britannia, and studied at a Culinary Arts school, as home ec. had been one of her best subjects in school. Her goal was to open her own Italian restaurant. The two promised to keep in touch, and they even agreed to get married once they finished their education. For a few months, the two exchanged letters, and occasional phone calls. It was like they never left. Then, the communication suddenly stopped. Months had passed, and Bianca hadn't heard a word from her lover, and she was starting to get worried. She would come to find out later, that Alistair had died in a car accident where the other driver was drunk. The death of her lover saddened and confused the girl. She was certain they were meant to be together, and when you're meant to be with someone you'll find each other no matter what, right? That's what the stories say. She refuses to believe that her mother's teachings were wrong, there must be someone else out there for her, or Alistair would find his way back to her. Although heartbroken by Alistair's death, she helps other people find love as a way to heal. She keeps a cheerful attitude, and is still searching for her happily ever after. One of her goals right now is to find a suitable boyfriend for her brother, but he seems less than interested.

Bianca recently received a letter from her maternal grandfather Kieran, stating that he had fallen ill and wishing to pass his riches on before he dies. Bianca had never met her maternal grandfather in her life, but had heard all the rumours and legends surrounding him from her mother. At the urging of her mother, who told her this would be the opportunity of a lifetime, Bianca left for the island to find out what this was all about.

Other: Courtesy of her father, she is half Italian, and does know the language. She also knows French and Spanish from boarding school.
She likes having a gay brother to talk about boys with, even though he doesn't seem to enjoy it as much as she does.
She likes wine
She actually can cook, unlike her cousin. She is currently in Culinary Arts school.

 

[GoldenHouou]

Name: Miraela Leonhart
Age: 21
Gender: Female

Relation to Kieran: Granddaughter (her father's side)

Relation to other Characters: Aleana Leonhart (elder sister), Bianca Leonhart (cousin), Callaway Leonhart (cousin), Jules Leonhart (father), Orianna Leonhart (aunt)

Personality: The epitome of a proper heiress to a rich and mighty family, Miraela is generally a friendly and pleasant girl, always minding her manners when engaged in conversation and never failing to wear a small smile when in public. However, at the same time, there's a certain aura to her that makes her difficult to approach. She's elegant, yes, but to such an extent that it makes her seem distant, and you can always just tell that there's more behind her smile than she lets on, even if you can't quite tell what. She's calm and almost serene most of the time, speaking only when she sees it necessary and revealing even less. However, despite being secretive, she is curious as all hell, always itching to see and experience new things. She does try to keep her easily excitable nature under wraps however, as when she gets too eager, she also becomes somewhat clumsy.

She's also very vain, and it's quite obvious with a glance that she’s from a rich family and has been taught that she’s better than you from the very first steps she ever took. She judges books by their covers and, similarly, believes that her own worth will be judged by the way she dresses and comes across. So to her, appearances and reputation are very, very important. She was brought up to believe that other people’s opinions on you matter far more than your own, and that disgracing your family name or yourself is the worst thing you can ever do to yourself and your family, after all. As such, she will look at you funny if you aren’t dressed well or if you smell, and she can also come off as rather condescending with her pity for the “poor” and unfortunate. She doesn’t realize this however, nor does she think she’s doing anything wrong; she’s just showing compassion the only way she knows how. She's also prone to scolding people she feels are doing something wrong, and despite appearing meek, she will not hold her tongue against those who wrong others.

Although knowledgeable about etiquette, history and everything else the daughter of a prestigious family should be, Miraela is very much naïve when it comes to the real world. She can’t fathom how most machinery works let alone work them herself, and she’s somewhat prone to being tricked out of her money. If someone comes to her and says that they have twenty children to feed, all missing legs and hands and half of their heads, she won’t chuckle and be on her way, she’ll panic and offer money because how terrible for someone to miss part of their head, that means they’ll be ugly forever! She's also extremely used to being surrounded by servants who obey her every whim, so not being listened to by someone she perceives to be of lower status than her is quite simply unthinkable to her. It's not that she's entirely spoiled rotten, really, as she has been working hard her entire childhood and works hard even now to maintain appearances. It's just that she's used to being rewarded for her actions a biiit more than is normal.

Despite sometimes coming off the contrary, Miraela's self-esteem isn't incredibly high, and she's unable to accept that she has faults -- which, ironically, is likely what led to her darker qualities developing in the first place. She's prone to beating herself up for the slightest thing, while at the same time not being able to stop herself from thinking things she considers wrong. She hides all of this of course, not one to burden others with her troubles. And then there's the things she feels guilty over, the things she tries to hide more than anything else... namely, her slightly lewd tendencies and proneness to envy. See, like said, deep down Miraela is above everything else a very curious girl. Things she doesn't know intrigue her, be they mysteries, new people or places --- or thing she's only heard about and never experienced, such as all things sexual. She's essentially somewhat of a peeping tom, and has been known to take inappropriate pictures with her camera when she can get away with it. She does feel very guilty and shameful over it, and that's what has led to her developing another quite negative personality trait; the aforementioned envy. And while her peeping is more geared towards strangers outside her family, her envy is very much focused on her family members specifically. Either she's envious that they are better and nicer and more proper and just more perfect in all ways than her, or she's envious that they're able to show their true natures without repercussions - something she's most definitely not able to do, even if she literally does flirt with the idea. This shows as lingering gazes, accidental innuendos and words and gestures that linger on the edge of being flirty - but are not quite. Because naive as she might be in other areas, she's an expert at playing this game of facades and curtsies, after all.

Appearance:

Miraela is a bit taller than the average girl, standing at around five feet and nine inches without any heels (not that she’d ever be caught dead without them). She’s curvy but rather frail, and it’s obvious to all that witness her that she's not built for physical labour. Stranger to work, her skin is smooth but bruises very easily, and her pain tolerance is pathetically low due to little exposure to it. She has large, violet eyes, always brimming with serene curiosity and glee - and a little something more. Some say they could have sworn the look she gave them just now was sultry, yet by the time they turn around to take another look, it's gone, replaced by class and innocence.

Miraela’s snow white hair is long and wavy, reaching all the way past her waist with ease. She usually keeps it down, except for special occasions where a dress code dictates otherwise. Though even when down, she usually has at least parts of her hair branded or tied some way to make her appear more groomed; two small pigtails tied together at the back and falling on the rest of her hair is a common one, and she often likes to braid part of her hair from the front all the way to the back, since it keeps her hair in place and her bangs away from her eyes. She also absolutely loves hair decorations, particularly if they're large and awe-inspiring. But, really, you could discuss her hair styles and choices for hours. The point is that her hair's long and she likes it neat.

When it comes to clothing, Miraela is a curious case. Ever since young she’s been told to dress conservatively and appropriately, femininely and in a way that’d represent her rich and mighty status, and for all intents and purposes, she has - and does, even now. But now that she’s finally out of the house and (attempting) to live on her own for university, she’s changed her wardrobe quite a bit. Old habits die hard though as they say, and so she still only uses clothes made out of the finest fabrics and absolutely loves silk and velvet. She would never be caught dead in leather or the sort. No, the biggest change didn’t affect what she wore but how much of it she wears; having always had to cover herself with long dresses and even stylish robes at times, she nowadays wants to show off some skin when possible. Not enough to label her inappropriate (heaven forbid!) but enough to gather gazes. She does love those, after all.

Like said, Miraela is a fan of heels and can actually run with them with relative ease. She likes to compliment her heels with stockings of various kinds if she isn't wearing high-heeled boots that reach all the way up to her thighs. Purple is her favorite color, and she dons it whenever possible. Her style is very rich and formal, and she absolutely loves expensive, elegant dresses that are styled just so to show off her figure, be they mini dresses that show off her legs or flowy gowns with high cuts. She also loves jewelry, using it in abundance to show off her status.

History: Born as the daughter of Jules Leonhart and Dragomira Albescu, Miraela had prestigious blood flowing through her veins from both sides. Her mother was a daughter to a rich and famous family that, while not quite as renowned as the Leonharts, had quite a reputation of its own - and not all of it good. There were dark, scandalous rumours surrounding the Albescus and the dubious methods they used to acquire their wealth, including everything from tax fraud to blackmail to... well, murder. Dragomira herself was a dark, mysterious beauty, known for both her seduction skills and her track record of losing her dear, dear husbands only a few years after each marriage. And so, when she married into the Leonhart family, rumours flared up like never before. "She's doing it for the money!" they said, "He's going to be dead within a year!" And who knows, perhaps that was indeed her initial goal when she approached Jules; to seduce him, marry him and kill him, stealing both his name and wealth to herself. Or perhaps it wasn't - perhaps she was just as stricken by the handsome playboy as the ladies prior had been. Either way, he proposed - and Miraela was born a year or so into the two's marriage with nobody having lost their life.

However, all was not exactly well for the newly wed couple. Even with Miraela's birth, the rumours regarding her mother didn't cease. People still doubted her motives, her love and her fidelity, some even going as far as to claim that she would eventually taint the family's good name with her darkness. And whether those rumours were warranted or not, Dragomira was dead set on dispelling them to the best of her ability. And what better way to do that than to show the world that she could raise the most proper, perfect young lady the world had ever seen? Similarly, when Alena joined the family, Dragomira did her best to play the part of an accepting, kind mother who pampered both her daughters while also raising them to proper young ladies. Of course, that didn't quite work with Alean, which led to the older daughter earning the woman's ire more and more. Such a rowdy, filthy little thing, trying to undo all the effort she'd put into Miraela! She kept it under wraps in public, but while privately teaching Miraela, she often expressed her extreme displeasure - which made Mira feel all the more pressured into giving her mother what she wanted and being as proper as she could. Her mother was a kind woman, she shouldn't be sad! Mira tried to get through to her sister as well, but that didn't go over much better. She still dearly loved her however, she just often found herself at a loss as to what to do with her behaviour, and it didn't help that her mother was trying to keep the two away from each other the best she could.

Needless to say, Miraela's parents, especially her mother, were extremely strict in raising her, and Although Miraela’s life was filled with riches and her every order heeded to by her maids and servants, she was also way more secluded than she ever realized. Not only was she not allowed outside the house unsupervised, she wasn’t even allowed to talk to the lower servants if she absolutely didn't have to. Leaving to mingle among the common folk in the city was an absolute no-no and the only information she got about the world beyond the manor’s gates was what she'd been taught by her private teachers or managed to learn from other sources available to her within the manor. In particular, her mother wanted to keep her far away from anything that might "taint" her or spark some rumours about Miraela herself. As such, all sorts of violence and shows of affection not family-related in nature were forbidden near her. If a servant happened to stumble and hurt their hand, Miraela was rushed away from the scene and the servant punished. She wasn’t allowed to see blood or kissing, violence and infidelity being the two largest things her mother was accused for.

And for years, yes, all that did indeed work. Miraela was growing up to becoming the perfect young lady, proper and poised, with disdain for violence and all manners lewd and dirty. All the fussing over violence had made her quite a bit afraid of it, particularly when you took into account that one incident with her uncle Cisrian and his medical examinations that led both her and her sister traumatized and terrified of hospitals. However, just like her mother, Miraela never was quite as perfect as she might have seemed. For one, the more she observed her other family members, particularly her sister and her rowdy behaviour, the more... envious she grew, to an extent. She'd always been taught that should you act upon your desires and not consider those around you at all times, you would do yourself and others ill. And yet, her sister seemed to enjoy herself far more than she did. How was that possible? Was she dong something wrong? Before she could get an answer the two were already separated, with her sister being sent to a boarding school to shape up. However, with her gone, Miraela was left essentially alone, save for the occasional visit from her cousins, few whom she was somewhat close with.

Then, one night, she caught her mother doing what many had always believed she was doing all along; cheat on her husband. It was an accident, as young Miraela was just meaning to ask her mother to braid her hair before bed. She didn't see all of what was going on, but she saw - and heard - enough to understand what was happening, as well as that it... seemed to be very enjoyable for both parties involved? It had to be, after all, if she was willing to risk so much by doing it! So then... why had she always been taught that things like that were bad? How could it be bad when people enjoyed it so much that they would hurt someone they loved and risk all they had for it? She understood why she wasn’t allowed to see violence. It was bad and scary, and she was taught that blood was bad and that injuries could kill, and certainly, that's what Cisrian had almost done; killed her. But this wasn't like that! And so, just like that, Miraela started to second guess her teachings.

So, naturally, being the curious young teenager that she was, Miraela wanted to find out more about this forbidden, apparently enjoyable activity. It started out as her reading romance novels, the innocent kind, and slowly, as she matured, evolving (or devolving, as the case may be) into her stalking servants who had significant others, curious to see what they did when the lights turned off in their bedrooms. That stalking turned into peeking, watching, and even taking photos on occasions to provide her with something to look at when she wasn't able to find people doing it. She knew what she did was wrong, but somehow, that made it all the better. She was finally doing something she wanted, but wasn't allowed to. It was... different. She liked it. At least, in the heat of the moment when peeking; afterwards came guilt, weighing down on her and making her all the more envious of her cousins, particularly Bianca. She was such a nice girl, so genuine and not--- not secretly wretched like her! Oh, if only she could be like her.

In addition, whatever guilt she felt always seemed to amplify whenever she talked to her mother. After all, she knew that this was not something she would agree with - and yet, while she still loved her mother, a small part of her started to feel resentment towards her as well. How could she talk about being proper and demand so much from her, when she herself did--- did indecent things? That simply wasn't fair! She wanted to be able to be like her! And yet, if she tried, her mother scolded her, telling her not to act up. Telling her to be proper. It was unbearable.

Which meant that when Miraela's mother fell seriously ill, unable to monitor her so closely anymore, Miraela felt both extremely worried and sad -- and the tiniest bit relieved, somewhere deep down. Yes, she hated herself for it, feeling herself even worse a human being than ever before, and yet she couldn't help it.t Now, she was faced with freedom unlike any she'd experienced before. Her father was strict, yes, but he was also far more pampering than her mother, and she rarely asked things of him. So, if she just asked ooone thing, surely that would be... acceptable, yes? Turned out that yes, yes it was, as Miraela managed to convince her father to let her attend university, where she's now studying photography. She still lives home, however with her mother spending more and more time in the hospital instead of home keeping her in check, Mira has changed her attire quite a bit to reflect what she actually wants to wear. Which, ironically, is not all that different from what her mother used to don. Perhaps it's because she always did want to be like her, perhaps part of it it is purposefully emulating her to try and apologize for feeling even the slightest bit glad that she's not home, who knows. But her clothing is the only thing she allowed herself to publicly change. All the other things, the peeking, envy and the rest? She keeps a secret from everyone, not even wanting to admit them to herself. To this day, she isn't sure if she took up photography to try and take pictures of all the other beautiful things in life, such as flowers and sunsets to cleanse her mind from indecent thoughts, or for an excuse to carry a camera around wherever she goes for some... other purposes.

Regardless, when she received the letter, she took it as an opportunity to finally properly leave the house, even if only for a while. It was a promise of an adventure and who knew, maybe a way to redeem herself.

Other, because everyone's doing it so what the hell, I wanna be a cool kid too
- Miraela is particularly skillful when it comes to languages, being able to speak English, Romanian, Russian and, yes, French -- because which self-respecting rich kid doesn't?
- Like said, Miraela always carries around her camera, and is prone to taking pictures of everything unusual she sees, not just the dirty stuff. Unfortunately, when she gets into photographing mode, she can be temporarily very oblivious, getting into people's personal spaces to take a picture of a butterfly on their head and the like
- Although one might assume otherwise, Miraela is actually not afraid of the supernatural --- or anything horror related, really. Ghosts fascinate her, and she secretly wishes they were real. But shh, it's silly, don't tell anyone!

 

[*Jean Grey*]

I like this violet-eyed trend! Please, please make Kieran violet-eyed, and the Leonhart family having violet eyes as a trait! XD

 

[REAL DADS]

This sounds super fun, I'm in!
I've got an idea for an estranged nephew of Kieran's cooking up, I'll post a WIP soon!

WIP: (Feel free to assume the role of one of Callum's siblings or nieces/ nephews)
Name: Callum Leonhart

Age: 45 (Feb. 29, 1940)

Gender: Male

Relation to Kieran: Uncle

Relation to other Characters:

Personality: Callum is a friendly and social person. He makes friends easily and often, and somehow seems to know someone from everywhere. He is very easy to get along with, and very chatty. If you let him, he would talk to you all night. His favorite topics are art, politics, and himself. His personality can actually be overwhelming to some, as he is just so “much.” You have to really enjoy a strong personality like his in order to take him in large doses.

Callum has always been a free spirit. Being a child of the beat generation and hippie movement, it is clear to see how Callum cultivated his carefree, go-with-the-flow personality. He is eccentric, and has a plethora of odd habits and quirks. His thought process can be very difficult to follow, as he has odd ways of looking at things. Freedom of expression is the ultimate tenet in his life philosophy, and supports everyone in their journey to be themselves. He frowns upon materialism and honestly doesn’t understand it. He’s never needed ‘things’ to feel accomplished. Experiences are worth way more than objects to him.

Despite having the means to live a very posh life, he prefers to live frugally. His apartment is small, his clothes are old, and just from looking at him you would have no idea he came from a noble family and had a fortune he made independently. Even after getting to know him, you would still probably have no idea his uncle was the most powerful man in Britannia. In fact, even the people who know him the best often feel like they don’t know him at all. It’s not because he is secretive or isolates himself, but because there is so much to know about him. He has enough stories to fill a library, and loves telling them. However, they are often told with little context and no kind of chronological order. It's easy to think that most of what he says is exaggerations or altogether fictitious, because who could possible have gotten into a situation like that? He is oblivious to people’s doubts of his tales, and will truck on with his story. Another contributing factor to his mysterious nature is that he is never in one place for long. Having lived all over the Western Hemisphere, he was always on the move. When people would talk about him, one would say they last heard he was living out of a van in Taos, but the other would swear he was renting a couch from a moonshiner in the Smoky Mountains. The thing was, both of them would be correct. And finally, he is just a hard person to understand in general. He always seems to act on a whim, and yet things almost always work out for him.

There is not often much logic behind Callum’s actions. He gets an urge to do something and he does it. While he lives life with passion, his flames often burn out quickly and he moves onto something new. His art style is constantly changing as he finds new inspirations. He is constantly trying to better himself and is never happy with how his art turns out. There is always something he could have done differently when he looks back on a finished product. Sometimes his style changes mid-piece, and he creates a clash of influences on one canvas. This quickness to change is also evident in his personality. Keeping his attention can be a chore, and if he loses interest he will find something else to do.

He is very passionate about social issues, and will do art pieces that bring attention to the causes he deems important. Some examples are anti-war efforts, AIDS awareness, and civil rights. He is vocal about his political beliefs and isn’t afraid of offending people by bringing them up. Most of his interests come from a North American perspective, as that is where he has spent a majority of his adult life.

Appearance:

While Callum is 45, he looks older. His face already has wrinkles forming, such as crow's feet near his eyes and laugh lines framing his mouth. His aged appearance comes from his fast lifestyle and lack of good health choices. He has many vices, although he wouldn’t consider them as such. His medium length hair always looks disheveled, as if he just rolled out of bed. It is dark and ash colored, with stands of lighter grey starting to come in. He has a short beard, where the greying of his hair is more apparent, as there are large streaks of it on his chin and sideburns. His violet eyes are a striking feature of his that he shares with many family members. He also wears large, wire frame glasses, like a true middle aged man in the 80s.

Callum isn’t very tall, standing at only 5’6. He is skinny, and looks like he has never worked out a day in his life. He is more tan than most Londoners, evidence of his years living in South America and Miami. His left arm is covered in a colorful tattoo sleeve. If you look closely at it, you can see a mixture of professional and homemade tattoos. He has hairy arms, and some chest hairs can be seen curling up from his low shirt collar.

Callum cares very little about his appearance, and dresses for comfort more than anything else. On the day he visits the island, Callum is wearing nothing special. He has on a t-shirt that looks like it is covered in abstract art, with colorful shapes and lines without any discernible patern. Over that he is wearing a navy blazer with rolled up sleeves. It is old and worn, and if you look closely you can see there is a hole in the front left pocket. He is wearing a pair of baggy blue jeans that are covered in holes and paint stains. It looks as if he wipes his brush across his thighs after every stroke. For shoes he wears a pair of sandals that he calls his “Jesus shoes.” A poor choice for the weather you would encounter in London, but he never seems bothered. On his right wrist he wears a rainbow colored bracelet made of plastic beads.

History: The son of one of Kieran’s siblings, Callum has never felt like he fit in with his family. He has two younger siblings, both of whom were more compliant to aristocratic image of the Leonhart family than him. Callum was just never cut out for high society living. As a child, he rebelled against the expectations set out for him often. He would refuse to wear the nice clothes and suits his parents would buy him, preferring clothes that would more comfortable and expressive. He always had a disposition for artistic expression, and would frequently use objects from around his very large house as his medium. He was once grounded for 3 months for taking a painting of his great grandmother and painting her into a British soldier throwing a grenade, the pin held in her teeth. Very funny and the skill he showed was great for his age, but those are often forgotten when you deface an old and priceless portrait of your ancestor. He was lectured for hours about how disrespectful that was to such an amazing woman. He zoned out after the first 15 minutes.

Much of his early life was like this. He made great achievements in subjects not valued by his parents, and was an underachiever in the subjects they cared about. It got to the point that by the time he was finishing secondary school, his parents had stopped trying, instead focusing on his two younger siblings who showed much more promise. Callum had met his uncle Kieran only a few times, the man was very secretive after all. Callum always admired him, though. He respected the way his uncle did things by his own accord. He was a mystery to everyone, and that intrigued his nephew.

After Callum finished secondary school, he went to New York City for university. His parents paid for everything, and were more than enthusiastic about his studying abroad. The further from them, the better. And saying he was studying in NYC would look very good on their family Christmas card. Callum decided to major in art and poetry at a very prestigious school. He loved the city and the culture. During his time at university, he got introduced to beat culture, and authors like Jack Kerouac. Inspired by this alternate culture, Callum dropped out of art school, and decided to hitchhike around the country. When he told his parents, they said that if he went through with it, they would cut him off from the family’s money. The next morning, he was on the road. The next few years of his life he spent without a place to call home. He would travel from city to city, working temporary jobs to earn some cash. He spent time in cities such as Chicago, Des Moines, Denver, New Orleans, and San Francisco. He lost count of how many places he had stayed.

In 1970, took a road trip to south America. His goal was to make it to Argentina, but his car broke down in Colombia. He decided to live there for a bit and made friends with the locals. However, he was stuck there and wasn't planning to stay in Colombia. He was offered a way to get back to the US and even get paid for it: drug trafficking. He took the opportunity, and actually enjoyed the thrill of it all. He ended up making the trip multiple times. He brought tonnes of cocaine from Colombia and into Miami. He worked for a smuggler named Alvaro Prieto. He worked closely with a rookie smuggler in Colombia at the time, Pablo Escobar. After a few years of traveling to and from Colombia, he bought an apartment in Miami and switched from drug smuggler to drug dealer. He sold the shipments that came into Miami, adding to the fortune he had already made. By the late 1970’s, Callum decided to get out of the business. The heat was getting heavier in Miami, and he could tell that sooner or later things would be headed south. He cashed out and left Miami behind. He stayed in close contact with his buddy, Pablo, and they still get together every once in awhile. Not so much as of recently, as Pablo had been elected to the Colombian Chamber of Representatives a few years past, and so was keeping very busy.

From there, he moved back to his home city of London. Despite the millions he had made in his travels in the America’s, he had never been much for extravagance. He purchased a small flat in Camden. He had no job, and instead focused all his time on his art and writing. His apartment looked more like an art studio than a home. He was content.

It had been years since he had been in contact with his family. He decided to get back in touch them. His mother and father still chose not to associate with him, but his two siblings welcomed him back into their lives. Both now had spouses and children of their own. He especially liked his nieces and nephews, who he would buy gifts for and try to play the role of the "cool" uncle. He may or may not be successful with that. While he was repairing his relationship with his family, much of his life still remained a mystery to his siblings. He had so many crazy stories, that their validity was often a topic of debate when he wasn’t around. He certainly didn’t look like someone who had a lot of money, but some of his habits made it clear he had plenty of money to spend. His siblings had no idea how much he actually had or how he had gotten it. That was another topic often discussed in his absence.

One day, Callum received a letter from his uncle Kieran. He hadn’t heard from his Uncle since he was a teenager. He recalled fondly how much he had liked his uncle as a child. He could care less about the supposed fortune he had, Callum had more than he could spend as it was. He was eager to get to meet with Kieran again though, and the mystery that surround him and his estate was more intriguing still. He happily accepted the invitation, wondering what family members he would be seeing again for the first time in years.

Other: Callum is left handed. He is fluent in Spanish, but is better with slang and informal speech than proper Spanish.

 

[Schade]

Posting a WIP instead. If anyone already making SU's wanna make family relations (Mon, Houhou-Kun or Jeanie-Lou), please VM me.
Very satisfied with what I have so far, though I will go over and correct potential gramatical errors tomorrow.


Name: Callaway Gilbrand Leonhart
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Relation to Kieran: Kieran is Callaways mother's father. (Callaways Grandfather)
Relation to other Characters: Bianca Leonhart (Half-Sister), Miraela Leonhart (cousin), Alena Leonhart (cousin)

Appearance: Callaway belongs in the category between the people you'd say "Eh, you look decent enough" and "Wow, you1re tall" to, being more or less medium at height, though he somehow looks taller due to his posture. He's fairly built physically, as he does spend a lot of time working out for a variety of reasons, most important of all being to look good in order to excell at his future career (as taught by his parents). He does tend to get tanned skin fairly quick by being in the sun for surprisingly short amounts of time, and he has a natural tan because of it. His hair is short and always kept in a fashionable style, and contrasts his skin by being pale white in color, something of which he personally hates, allthough he rarely bother to dye it. His eyes has a light lilac color, of which he at this point just assume is part of the family genes, as most of his relatives share that trait. He has dark, bushy eyebrows to contrast his hair, which he also style in order to not look like some barbarian. He rarely expose his feelings, and is more likely than not seen with a stern look on his face.

When it comes to clothing, Callaway dresses in nothing short of the best. the best brands available, the best boutiques from wherever he somehow finds them. coming from a rather wealthy brand of the family, he rarely ever buys things from "Commonfolks stores", as he calls it. his guilty pleasure in fashion though, are his pants, which are cheap in brand, yet sturdy in quality and design. he usually dress classy, yet casual, managing to somehow make that mixture work for himself. He most often dress in a plain white shirt, which he keeps un-buttoned at top in order to get that "Carefree"-look. With this, he use the before-mentioned dark blue pants which he got at a bargain once. They are more or less ancient, but never cease in looks or comfort, which he very much enjoys. Over his white shirt, he use a pitch black trench coat in leather, which contrasts to his shirt and his hair, and that brings out the color of his eyes.. this jacket too, as one would expect, is of high quality, and brings that intimidating look to Callaway's otherwise formal look. He doesn't accessorize too much, and usually has an expensive watch on his left wrist. He also got a pierced right ear, decorated with a small earpiece in diamond.

Personality: As one would expect from a guy coming from a fairly wealthy brand of a very well-known family, Callaway has adopted nothing less than the "Spoiled brat" trait. His parents has always provided him with the best of the best, and he has taken a slightly unhealthy like to it. He always has that "I am better than you" attitude surrounding him, being further strengthened by his social circle. He does enjoy everything fancy and expensive, and though he does enjoy the cheaper alternatives every now and then, he would rather die than admitting to that. He is very intelligent, and tends to wear it as a sleeve when it comes to social settings, even with his own family which he barely even know. He also has tendencies of a suck-up, as he knows just the way to easily manipulate people into obeying his wishes, though this is more or less a work in progress in his eyes.

Socially, he tends to drop the spoiled brat-act and act more mature depending on the situation. He always look for opportunities to look better in the eyes of influental people, allthough he usually drop tjhat act too. He enjoys just being himself, though his inner circle is small, and the people he can really open up to are small in numbers.

Once he does "open up" though, he shows a whole new side that few people knows about. Being raised in a highly sophisticated home, he has had to surpress most of his personality. This includes his morbid, twisted sense of humor. He is not above laughing at peoples misfortune, humor peoples bad luck etc, and though he know that this is a bad trait, he does little to hide it. He feels this is the "real" him, beneath all of the sophisticated spoiled brat-Sh*t. He doesn't have much time to actually act upon his weird sadistic impulses, and can come across as shielded and laid-back because of it. He did manage to put together a sarcastic way of expressing himself, often in these sadistic ways, though normally he would just react sarcastically to more or less anything outside of family-matter.

He is also fairly intelligent, as he takes his studies seriously. He does, however, often read up on weird facts nobody else would bother with just for the fun of it. He always has an answer to most situations, and feels pretty confident in his abilities, which is what helped him reach his great scores academically. Though he doesn't wear his intellect on his sleeves, he sometimes comment on others lack of intelligent in a sarcastic way, pointing out obvious flaws in their ways etc. He does know that he has faults, and he does try to work on them in order to be a better person, not being one of the standard "You can't touch me, Daddy is a lawyer" kind of character that he knows way too many of already.

Despite being from a wealthy family, and having everything handed to him, his parents were always strict on the fact that, nothing is free, and you have to Work, to earn. this has also granted him a certain amount of self-insight. Though he bathes in the wealth of his parents, (And at a certain degree, his own), he never takes anything for granted, and strongly believes that he has to earn everything he is given. This has put a lot of pressure on him, as he often falls into disarray in what the meaning of the word 'value' really is. Because of this, he has also developed quite the tolerence for stress, though once his stress-levels reach their peaks, he deals with it by drinking. A lot A lot.

He is not a very sensitive person, and values practicality over potential friendships, romances and love. This is mostly due to his fathers effect on him from when he was young. "You don't need friends when you have good grades, kid. You'll get longer when your abilities are written in black on white rather than if you fall into a faulty romance". Though this was quite the mouthful in his youth, these words are more or less imprinted into his mind now. This does make it difficult for him to form lasting relationships. His sexual orientation doesn't really help in this matter either. He did fall in love with a guy in college once, but because of his Father words, and his way of living by them, their relationship didn't last. He does want to find his true love at some point, though he value practicality more than the actual butterfly-feeling at this point. Because of that, he doesn't bother to worry about romances for at least another few years. He has a lot on his mind as it is, and doesn't need to be sidetracked by the occasional "Falling in love". This, however, does not affect his bad habit of sleeping around.

History: Callaway was born in Brittania, and named after a long compromise from both his parents. His mother is a pretty hardcore perfectionist, and did not want him to take his dads father's name as a middlename. His father though, managed to get it done. Though, disagreement in the family after he was born eventually led to his parents divorcing, and his father moving away. After this, his mother became somewhat distant to him, until she found her new flame. The new guy was decent enough, but he was one of those guys that tried to hard to take Callaway's real fathers place, despite him still being around. It didn't take long until his mother was pregnant again, and gave birth to his half-sister Bianca. Growing up, Callaway developed a pretty strong bond with his sister, despite the very obvious differences in the attention they got from their mother. His mother started growing more and more distant to Callaway as he grew up, spending more time and resources on Bianca. Callaway wasn't too bothered by this, as he spent a lot of time with his father instead, who was an accomplished lawyer and gave him more attention than his mother did.

Most of his persdonality is inherited from his father, and because of this, the relationship with his mother was stained even more. Callaway figured it was because he reminded her so much of her father, something he enjoyed reminding her of quite often by talking about him, acting like him and even quoting him sometimes. His sister became more or less mesmerized by all the weird lovey-dovey things his mother taught her, and though he felt a little bit betrayed by his mother he knew that he would benefit better from learning from his father about keeping his feelings to himself. This again was strengthened by his figuring out his own sexuality. He did have a boyfriend at some point, but was interrupted by Bianca at a most impractical time, when he had his boyfriend over. It didn't last, and they broke it off a few weeks later anyways, and he grew somewhat paranoid about Bianca knowing about him, as he had not told anyone about this. Ever. She did seem rather fine with it though, and when they were alone she would often try and engage in conversations about guys with him, somehing of which Callaway didn't really enjoy, though he did play along more often than not.

As mentioned earlier, Callaeway has always put school above all else. He is a big believer in hard work and how it pays out in the long run. His grades has always been above average, though not entirely flawless. He did finish high school being one of the smartest of his grade, and was voted "Most likely to succeed" by the schools yearbook. He now has a wide range of contacts in the work life, befitting since he is working as an intern at a lawfirm on the sides while finishing up his education. He lives for himself, though he visits his sister, mother and her new chewtoy quite often. He enjoys taking his sister out shopping, sightseeing or to just socialize at cafès. Though he hasn't told her, he suspects she knows about his disliking to their mother, though it would take a lot for him to admit to this. He also enojys spending time with his cousin, Alena; the daughter of his mothers brother. She wasn't as stuck up and formal as all the other people in his life, and he enjoys just letting himself go when with her. she was the one who talked him into piercing his right ear. She has also on several occasions tried talking him into getting a tattoo, though he is not giving in to that. she was also the one igniting the spark that would later evolve into his slightly unhealthy relationship with alcohol.

In more recent time, Callaway received a letter from his grandfather, Kieran, about him falling sick and wanting to discuss the matter of inheritance. He has a vague memory of having seen his grandfather once, and though he didn't really feel the need to get a hold on his grandpa's weird riches, his mother more or less threatened him to go there, and to accompany his sister who also received a letter.

Other:
- He has a strong British accent
- He's a smoker
- He's gay, though he haven't told anyone but his half-sister
- He is quite fond of alcohol

 

[TheSequelReturns]

Since all of the sign-ups are basically WIPs until we get a decent cast size built up, I'm not going to approve or disapprove in the usual manner.

So long as you post a character (WIP or not) of sufficient quality, I'll add you to the list on the first post. Anyone on the list can consider themselves "Accepted" for the time being until we cement things.

I'll be working on a Family tree to make seeing the relations between characters a lot easier, but so far, this is what we have:

1st Gen: Kieran Leonhart (Patriarch), Unnamed younger brother (Uninvolved. Callum's father)

2nd gen: Callum (Nephew), Unnamed Son (Miraela & Aleana's Father), Unnamed Daughter (Bianca & Callaway's mother.)

3rd gen: Miraela & Aleana (Sisters. Granddaughters), Bianca & Callaway (Siblings. Granddaughter/Grandson).

I intentionally left Kieran's appearance and other details a mystery to avoid forcing you guys to uphold a certain appearance. I'll make his traits match those of the majority of the players. Though for reference, Kieran would currently be in his late 80's or early 90's. He's been a hermit for so long no one really remembers his exact age.

Any blanks (Unnamed characters) left unclaimed by a player I'll fill in when we get started. Any non-blood descendant of Kieran's (Callum being the notable exception) won't be included on the family tree if they are as of yet unnamed. Just for simplicity's sake.

Other things to consider:

1. Bianca and Callaway are in a prime spot to be siblings.

2. A Great-grandchild character (in the 10-15ish year old range) is totally cool. As is an older character (like Callum) from the 2nd generation. I'd place the age ranges somewhere like Gen 1 (60+), Gen 2 (32-50), Gen 3 (16-35), Gen 4 (10-15), that would help keep the ages all not-impossible and stuff.

3. Once a character has been posted, feel free to incorporate them into your own sign-up details, provided you keep them accurate to their sign-up. This is mostly important for immediate family members, but any extra background info within the family will help tie everyone together.

 

[Monster Guy]

1. Bianca and Callaway are in a prime spot to be siblings.

We noticed. Schade and I are still discussing the details, but they are going to be siblings.

 

[Schade]

Trying to cook up that history section now, and wow it is difficult. My brain is mosh today due to lack of sleep too...
like Mon said, we'll take that leap of faith and make our characters siblings.

 

[Vern]

Are we allowed reserves? I'm kind of busy right now, but this looks interesting. Violet eyes are awesome.

 

[TheSequelReturns]

@schade: I don't need a life story for the history section. More info is good of course, but the essentials are what important events shaped them and how do they feel about their family and why?

@vern: there's not a limit on characters so reserves aren't necessary. All you need to hold your spot is to post a WIP character that includes thier name and relation to Kieran.

EDIT: I posted a WIP Family Tree at the end of the first post. Check it out, let me know if it works and is easy to read. I'll be tweaking it as the sign-ups go along to make it as helpful as possible.

Also, just because there's not particular space on the Family Tree doesn't mean you can't make a character for the spot you want. The Tree will change to suit the characters who come in.

To go along with the Family Tree, I'll be working on a brief run-down of each character's sign-up for easy reference. That way, each of you can quickly and easily access a list of things your character should know about the others without having to research too much or keep running back here.

 

[Minteh]

This looks really interesting, and I'd been debating joining for a few days, before I finally caved earlier (the fact that it's giving me a "And Then There Were None" vibe helped!).
EDIT: The history is quite long, sorry about that! But I did leave it open for the most part should anyone take her full siblings or her half-siblings.

Name: Sybil Leonhart

Age: 22 (February 15th 1963)

Gender: Female

Relation to Kieran: Great-Niece (through her father's side)

Relation to other Characters: N/A

Personality: Despite her aristocratic heritage, Sybil had a rather simple upbringing, and that is reflected in her personality. Sybil is a sweet, young woman; charismatic and charming, she can easily befriend most people. However, there are few people she actually considers as a "close" friend; for those lucky few she does consider as a close companion they find her to be a loyal and caring friend. Although she comes from wealth (and has essentially grown up having everything given to her on a silver platter) she has never considered herself to be of greater importance than anyone else. Luckily for Sybil, she was mostly raised solely by her mother, meaning that her father's often destructive tendencies, never surfaced in her. In comparison to her father, she is generally a rather calm and collected individual, who rarely lets her emotions get the best of her, but, like most people she does have her limits. If you provoke her far enough, she won't hesitate to put you back in place.

Sybil is quite an intelligent person, drawn to pursuits of the mind, and tends to take her studies quite seriously. Growing up she constantly had her nose in her book, and is well-read on the world and the family history. It was due to her inquisitive nature that she was so excited and eager to visit the mysterious Cainhurst.

As mentioned before, Sybil finds it quite easy to befriend people thanks to her amiable nature. When meeting new people, Sybil tends to be the one instigating the conversation, rather than the one who the conversation is directed towards. Sometimes she can talk a bit too rapidly (especially if the topic of conversation is something she has a keen interest in) and, as a result, she can overwhelm people who are simply unable to keep up with her.

Appearance: Sybil is a petite young lady, standing at around 5'5'. Shortness is a common trait amongst the women from her mother's side of the family, but in comparison to her mother (who is around 5'3') she is the tallst. As she has grown older, she has learnt to take more care of what she eats and how she excercises so at this point in her life she is physically fit and weighs just above the average for someone of her size. Growing up her weight was a bit of a problem as her parents would often shower her with sweet treats. She wasn't obese or anything like that, she was just very chubby. Sybil has a lovely round face with very defined facial features. Her lips are small a plump and are curved ever so slightly, making it appear as though she is always smiling. Her nose is button shaped and falls a little too close to her upper lip. Her eyes are small and round with this inquisitive spark in them. In terms of eye colour, they are a striking violet shade, flecked with dark purple around the irises. Though it is an unusual eye colour, for many people, Sybil has come to note that purple eyes are a common trait amongst the Leonhart family. As for her hair colour, it is a white-blonde shade, which works well in contrast to her fair skin.

It terms of fashion, Sybil has never considered herself to be particularly fashion conscious and doesn't really care what she wears. Her father tends to splash out on lavish clothing for all of his children, which Sybil will quite happily wear, but it isn't something she'd choose for herself. Upon arriving at Cainhurst, Sybil was seen wearing a long, pink sleeveless shirt, coupled with faded blue skinny jeans, and black-grey pumps. She was also carrying a thin black cardigan with her to shield her from the cold, and was noted to have purple bow in her hair.

History: Sybil Leonhart was the eldest granddaughter of one of Kieran's siblings, whom she was named after. Sybil's side of the Leonhart family is considered to be a lesser branch. Sybil's grandmother married a man of little wealth, which at the time, was considered to be quite scandalous, despite still remaining in high favour with her family. Sybil's grandmother and her husband moved to a small estate in the countryside, where they lived peacefully, until she died of eclampsia, shortly after giving birth to her son, Nickolas.

With no mother and a severely depressed father, Sybil's father was not the most stable child - something which ultimately lasted into adulthood. In his early twenties, Sybil's father eventually became engaged to her mother, Violet, who was an heir to a wealthy family from a nearby town.

The wedding went by smoothly, and many people thought it was a good match; unfortunately for them, they were not aware of Sybil's father's dirty little secret. Shortly after the birth of Sybil - who, as mentioned before, was named after her late grandmother - her father revealed he had another child by another woman. Whilst Sybil's mother was greatly saddened by this, her father appeared greatly sorry for his actions (a lie) and promised to never let something like that happen again.

As Sybil grew, she was mostly raised by her mother, as her father was reluctant to take an active parenting role. Under the watchful eye of her mother, Sybil learnt many things: how to read and write, how to sew, how to paint, and how to play the violin. She spent many joyful days with her mother, and many more when her two full-blood related siblings came into the world.

But, alas, not all was well in their family. For whilst she and her siblings were tended to by their mother, their father was out getting drunk till he could not think and winding up in the beds of women he did not truly know. Before her second sibling was born, he was rumoured to have become the father to a second bastard child, and by the time her third sibling was born, he had become the father to two more.

The lies and deceit between her father and mother has caused some tension between them in recent years, so much so, that in 1978 Violet and her three children retired to Violet's family home for a few months, whilst problems with Nickolas were sorted out. During this time he was supposedly disowned by the family, and disappeared to Iceland. With Nickolas having left the county, Violet has since inherited (and moved back into) his mother's estate, which she looks after until her children come of age to inherit it themselves. Though they are not officially divorced, Violet considers herself to be estranged from her husband. Truthfully, no-one has heard from in the last year or so, leading many people to presume he drank himself to death, or simply does not wish to draw attention to himself.

Recently, Sybil received a strange letter from Kieran Leonhart, her great-uncle through her father's side. Of course, having read up a lot on her family, she was fully aware of who he was and the stories surrounding him, despite never having met in person. Having lived around money and wealth all her life, she could care less about the supposed fortune, but the mystery surrounding Kieran and Cainhurst was very intriguing. Sybil happily accepted the invite, curious about what other family members she would meet along the way.

Other:

• Sybil is right-handed
• She is fluent in French and German, having been tutored in them growing up

 

[TheSequelReturns]

@Minteh: Sybil and her relations have been added to the family tree at the bottom of the first post. As with Callum, Sybil being a non-blood descendant of Kirean's means that there must have been some special reason for him to have considered her worthy of inheriting his fortune. Luckily, you don't have to change anything to make that happen. If its okay with you, I'd like to make Violet a scion of the Rehnquist family, one of the other Great Families wrested out of power by Kieran 60 years ago.

And then there were none, hmmm? I suppose we'll find out.

 

[Minteh]

Yeah, that works well with me, plus I was sort of going with that in my app since I referenced they were of a lesser branch of the family, and that they had some scandal attached to them, so receiving the invite was likely a bit of a surprise to her.

Also, that's cool about Violet, it works quite well I think!

 

[Solsabre]

hhmmm, looks tempting, especially the mystery behind the fortune. I have an outline of a character in mind, but I'll need to think about it for a bit. Don't let me hold you up if you decide to start.

 

[Monster Guy]

Attempting to write up one of Kieran's daughters, WIP to be posted at my earliest convenience. But what I'm interested about, is, well, is Kieran essentially a Kinzo-expy or something else entirely? I personally wanna' learn more about him! o3o

One of Kieran's daughters happens to be Bianca and Callaway's mother (Mine and Schade's character) if you want to take on that challenge.

 

[REAL DADS]

As with Callum, Sybil being a non-blood descendant of Kirean's means that there must have been some special reason for him to have considered her worthy of inheriting his fortune.

Did we establish this with Callum yet? Outside of him just being his nephew I don't think that I mentioned anything special about their relationship. I could edit my history slightly, making them have a better relationship when Callum was younger. If Kieran and Callum were close before Kieran became a hermit and before Callum disappeared to America, that may explain why Kieran is reaching out to him now.

 

[TheSequelReturns]

@Solsabre: No worries. Looking at starting this Friday or this weekend probably. Don't want to let this sit too long and people can still join in during the first part of the main thread without too much trouble.

@Pir8Heart: More or less. I'm intentionally leaving him vague so that the incoming players can have freedom for their characters. Once we get started I'll take what we've got and cement him with more detail but for now you can paint whatever picture you want with your sign-up. All I've got to tell you about him now is that he is a headstrong and stern man with a very sharp mind and a heavy sense of family pride. He's very old fashioned. However, he hasn't been seen in at least ten years, even by his own children.

@Monster Guy: Don't forget that if no one signs up as a character necessary to the integrity of the family tree (Including the parents), I'll be taking on that challenge.

@Shampoo Thief: Yeah, it wasn't an issue with your sign-up because like Minteh, you included a good reason in your post. Callum has proven himself to be resourceful, independent, and most importantly able to take risks to earn himself a little fortune and come out on top. Its enough that in Kieran's eyes, he could potentially make a well suited heir to his estate.

 

[Vern]

@Vern: there's not a limit on characters so reserves aren't necessary. All you need to hold your spot is to post a WIP character that includes their name and relation to Kieran.

Okay, I will, then. Here's the WIP, I'll probably have it done by Saturday/Sunday. Hopefully. I decided to mess around with the avatar maker everyone is using, but it didn't turn out as well as I would have hoped.

Name: Haze Leonhart
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Relation to Kieran: Kieran is her Father’s uncle.

Relation to other Characters: Sybil's half-sister.

Personality: Haze is an extremely caring and empathetic person, something that she sees as a curse. Growing up in a privileged family, that wouldn’t have been a problem. Unfortunately, for her, she didn’t grow up in a privileged family, despite carrying the legendary ‘Leonhart’ name. Her family was dysfunctional, not devoid of love, but certainly devoid of order and stability. She finds that she does not have it in her to push people who are looking for help away, which has often lead to both emotional and physical fatigue for her as her family members come to her looking for a confidant, or perhaps simply help with housework. Eventually, Haze began to withdraw from the world she lived in.

Haze is different from other people in that her kindness is something she was born with and would rather do without. She doesn’t want to help people, but is forced to do so simply because she can not turn people away. So she opts for another way of living - isolation. Tired of always having to help people with this and with that, tired of her reputation of being the person to come to for advice, she realises that if nobody came to her for help, she wouldn’t have to help anyone. While this did not sit well with her rather strong conscience, there was no other option - she often returned home late at night, worn out and tired after all her schoolwork, social commitments, and other things no less important. The side to her that was energetic, enthusiastic, affectionate, and loved life began to slowly disappear under the pressures of the society she had tried her best to help and make better.

She became a withdrawn person, staying away from the social gatherings and parties that she once loved, speaking little and remaining far away from the centre of attention. She began spending more and more time alone, entertaining herself with engineering (a long-time hobby of hers) and daydreams. She still helped those that came to her, but they were rarer now. Since she no longer sought out social contact, her strange quirks became more and more apparent to those around her, and that put people off. People began to notice things about her that were previously lost or overlooked under her zest for life and enthusiasm, like the fact that she always dressed like it was winter (granted, it was pretty cold where she lived), how she tended to lie down instead of sitting when formality was not required, and how she always carried a permanent marker and some small, flat rocks around with her. These small things began to put people off from her now that everything they loved about her - her liveliness, her optimism - seemed to have evaporated.

However, those that sought her out - now few and far between - would find that she was still the helpful and understanding person she was once known for being. If someone was not put off by her now-apparent quirks and seemingly cold and uncaring attitude and tried to get to know her, they would find that, like she always had been, she doesn’t have the heart to push people away from her. If they were persistent enough and ignored her subtle discouragement of friendship or intimacy, they would find that a part of the lively and enthusiastic person she once was still remained. To those she were close to and stayed close to, she seemed hardly to have changed at all apart from her more detached attitude. When surrounded only by those she knows and trusts, she occasionally reverts back to her old self - happy, optimistic, energetic, and full of a strange zest for life. Occasionally.

Appearance: Haze stands at about average height for a girl her age, and there is nothing particularly special about her figure. She’s quite thin and her figure isn’t quite well-developed, and she tends to prefer clothes that keep her body shape largely ambiguous. Her (naturally) greyish-white hair is extremely long, going down to her waist and occasionally even further when she forgets to cut it (which happens quite often). She has heterochromia, and her left left eye is a strangely mesmerising violet colour, and her right eye a striking light blue. She tends to cover her blue eye with her hair as a way to avoid drawing attention to herself any more than was necessary. Her skin is quite pale, despite the fact that she likes to spend time outside. She doesn’t exercise that often, so her muscles aren’t very well developed.

Haze arrived on the island wearing a greyish long-sleeved t-shirt, which is slightly on the large side for someone her size. Below that, she’s wearing a pair of baggy black trousers, and a pair of greyish trainers (ignore reference image). Above this, she’s wearing a long-sleeved black jacket that goes down to her ankles, and an equally long black scarf. She’s also wearing a light blue hair ribbon, which is pinned on the right side of her head.

History: History: Haze was brought up relatively separately from the Leonhart family and all that it stood for, by a man who rejected and was rejected by the family itself. Her father was once married to a wealthy woman with noble blood, and was a well-recognised member of the Leonhart household. That was, until he began to drink. Liquor held a strange fascination for him, and soon he became an alcoholic. When he was drunk, he tended to end up… doing things he should really only be doing with his wife. That was how Haze was born into this world - in an alcoholic haze. How fitting.

Her father, Nickolas, had once been (and, legally, still was) married to Violet Rehnquist, a woman from from a wealthy family, one of the four Kieran had ousted from power, in fact. But in reality, they were now estranged and had not met for a long time. He had moved out of Brittania, and was now living in Iceland, having been disowned by the Leonhart household. He made a relatively comfortable living, and had a small apartment. After a while, someone had turned up knocking at his door - someone he would rather not have met after all these years.

Her name was Christine. While still living in Britannia, he had once frequented a bar where she once worked, and fathered two children with her - Haze, and her younger sister, Serena. One reason (though not the only one) he had fled from Britannia was the fact that she was constantly at his heels, hounding him, trying to get him to take responsibility for the children he had fathered. Not being one for responsibility (for many reasons) Nickolas had tried to avoid her as much as possible.

Unfortunately, now that he no longer had the trump card of the Leonhart name, it became extremely difficult to keep her away from him, and eventually he gave in and agreed to take an active parenting role, seeing no alternative. He moved into Christine’s (much larger) apartment, and they agreed to let him stay at home for a week or two to get to know his children before going back to work. Fortunately for him, Christine knew how to pull some strings, and managed to convince his employer to let him do so. So he did.

Haze’s first impression of her father was quite positive. he seemed to genuinely want to become a parent (this was a front at first), and they got along quite well. She continued to think him a kind, normal person until she unwittingly caught him drinking late at night. Having had a few bad experiences with alcohol herself (her mother used to work in a rather rundown bar, where people getting dead drunk was a common sight), but worried about the consequences if her mother got wind of this, she told Serena, who, having no such qualms, immediately went to Christine. After a few days worth of arguments and threats, Christine somehow managed to convince Nickolas to stop drinking. After that, his relationship with the two daughters only improved, until they began to think of him as a proper father. Nickolas, charmed by these two children and his actions no longer under the watchful eye of the Leonhart household, decided to raise them as his daughters. Christine and Nickolas began a relationship in earnest, and life was quite good. Haze and Serena did well in school, and both Christine and Nickolas earned good money from their respective jobs.

Christine was an exceptional woman - strong willed, indomitable, and at the same time understanding and kind. Everyone who knew her loved her, and she was the glue that held the ‘family’ together. Whilst Nickolas and the two children had not know each other for a long time, both parties had known Christine for a long time, and they both loved her. One of the main reasons Nickolas had chosen to parent Haze and Serena was his respect and love for the woman.

So, it was understandable that the family would break apart without her. She was in good health, and in no danger of death, at least, no more so than an average (or slightly above average) citizen. Unfortunately, that chance, however minute, had manifested itself. Hours before the planned celebration of Serena’s eleventh birthday, Christine perished in a car crash that injured twelve people. She was on her way to get Serena’s birthday cake.

Devastated, Nickolas, now with nobody to supervise him, turned back to the bottle as a way of escape. He was often incoherent, but somehow managed to stay sober enough during daytimes to keep his job. At night, though, he alternated between being an absolute demon to a miserable wretch, usually dead drunk. When he was in a bad mood, he would occasionally try to physically harm Haze and her sister. While Haze, being the person that she was, could not bear to lash back at the person she saw as her father, however bad a father he may be, Serena had no such qualms, and often fought with Nickolas. Unable to effectively communicate with each other, they both turned to Haze as a confidant in place of her now-dead mother. During his now increasingly rare moments of sobriety, he would often ramble on for a long time and ask Haze to forgive his actions, and ask her about Serena. Haze never found the will to deny him forgiveness, especially because she had occasionally been tempted to start drinking some of that substance that acted as a shield for her father. Serena also complained to Haze about their father and tried to get her, as ‘the older one’, to do something about it. Their constant arguments, as well as the effort Haze had to expend to attend to both of their needs as well as all the housework, began to slowly eat away at her.

Haze soon began to withdraw from society, and soon lost the few friends she had made, spending more and more of her time alone, trying to get some rest. Her father was often too drunk to do housework, so she usually had to cook and clean as well as study and listen to Serena and her father’s constant complaints and fights. Her sister had long since lost the love she once had for Nickolas, but Haze could not discard the happy times they had spent together from her memory. So she continued to tolerate and try to help him, but she was not as forceful and never would be as forceful as her mother, so her efforts usually did nothing more than drain her.

One night, her life changed again. Her father, in the midst of his ramblings, had let loose the fact that he once belonged to the Leonhart family - a secret he and Christine had kept from the two children. Haze, surprised and somewhat shocked that this pathetic (although she would never use that word) man, as well as herself, belonged to such a family, had left the room to sit on the balcony and digest this piece of news. Slowly, she began thinking about re-establishing contact with the Leonhart family. While they had probably disowned Nickolas (why else would he be here and trying to hide his identity?), they may still have it in them to help someone carrying their blood. Besides, having a contact in the Leonhart family might be able to open doors that used to be closed to them. She said little about this to her father or her sister, spending her time as she always did - going to school, homework, housework, and listening to her two family members gripe, while tinkering with some nuts and bolts in her spare time, which was few and far between. She began to delve into the lore and history of the Leonhart family, partially out of curiosity, and partially to see if it might be possible to receive aid from them. Her father still held a job, but his hold on it was looking more tenuous day by day. Their quality of life was already declining, something that Serena did not try to keep a secret from her sister. She wrote and sent a letter to Violet Rehnquist, the woman Nickolas was legally married to.

Days after she sent the letter, she received one back, although it was not what she expected. A letter of invitation to Cainhurst, the legendary residence of the head of the Leonhart family, Kieran. Not knowing what to make of this news, she talked to her father about it (he happened to be sober on the day), and he encouraged her to go, both to make friends in a wealthy family, as well as to potentially get the Leonhart fortune. She left for Cainhurst the day after.

Other:
- Haze sometimes introduces herself as Hazel, because she feels she gets too much attention for an unconventional name.