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Wren's Cast
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Lottie
Tattooed Bombshell
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Name Aria Olivia Rossi
Faceclaim Vika Levina
Age ~18 years
Family
Backstory Aria is the second child, and eldest daughter, of Cosimo and Maria Rossi. From day one, her life has been dictated by her father. His controlling and often violent nature instilled a deep resentment in Aria. She fears him, but does her best to stand up to him - mostly when her younger sister, Valeria, is involved. Maria Rossi was once a loving and involved mother who doted upon her daughters. The murder of her only son, and Cosimo's heir, changed everything.
Aria was told of the arrangement years after the decision had been made final and her reaction was less than pleasing to her father. She took it upon herself to find out everything she could about Luca Vittorio and quickly formulated in her mind that he was a ruthless killer just like his father. After all, the internet is only full of rumors and speculation.
Smarter than most people give her credit for, Aria is the product of her environment. Resilient and perceptive, she is mature beyond her years but stuck in a situation she has no control over.
Until she finally meets Luca.
Faceclaim Vika Levina
Age ~18 years
Family
- Father - Cosimo Rossi
- Mother - Maria Moretti-Rossi
- Siblings - Enzo (d), Valeria
- Fiancé - Luca Vittorio
- Others - Umberto Lucciano, bodyguard
Backstory Aria is the second child, and eldest daughter, of Cosimo and Maria Rossi. From day one, her life has been dictated by her father. His controlling and often violent nature instilled a deep resentment in Aria. She fears him, but does her best to stand up to him - mostly when her younger sister, Valeria, is involved. Maria Rossi was once a loving and involved mother who doted upon her daughters. The murder of her only son, and Cosimo's heir, changed everything.
The only living witness to Enzo Rossi's murder is Aria. Cosimo and Maria left their children, 19 yo Enzo, 14 yo Aria and 12 yo Valeria, at home while they attended a social function. A soldier thought to be loyal incited a scuffle with Enzo and shot him. Aria witnessed the ordeal through the banister of the stairs while making an attempt to sneak out of bed. She's the one who called for help while she watched her brother bleed out. No one spoke to her about it after that and the fact that the girl may have been deeply affected by it was completely ignored.
Aria was told of the arrangement years after the decision had been made final and her reaction was less than pleasing to her father. She took it upon herself to find out everything she could about Luca Vittorio and quickly formulated in her mind that he was a ruthless killer just like his father. After all, the internet is only full of rumors and speculation.
Smarter than most people give her credit for, Aria is the product of her environment. Resilient and perceptive, she is mature beyond her years but stuck in a situation she has no control over.
Until she finally meets Luca.
Lottie
Tattooed Bombshell
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Name Eriadne (er-ee-AD-nee)
Age Twenty-three
Birthplace Rome
Hair Silver-blonde
Eyes Green
Height 5'5"
Backstory Eriadne's father was a Commander in Charlemagne's army and well-known for his victories and his easy going nature. What wasn't known, was that Wolfstan was named such because of his true nature. Born a shifter, he passed on that trait to his only daughter. It was this secret that caused his final demise and by his own wife nonetheless. Thalia loved her husband fiercely but as a devote Christian was certain her husband was possessed. When Eriadne began to show signs of the same affliction, and finally shifted for the first time at the age of six, her mother was intent to save her daughter's soul.
Thalia dragged Eriadne before every priest in Rome, unwilling to explain the true nature of her daughter's affliction but adamant that she needed to be saved. Because of this, Eriadne learned to hate the wolf. She learned to control it out of fear and although she felt most at home swathed in fur, she knew she needed to hide it.
Eventually, sickness took Thalia and fourteen year old Eriadne was left with her closest living relatives: a wealthy Aunt and her terror of a son. Knowledge of what she was came out soon enough and to keep their family name untarnished, Eriadne was locked away like the animal she was.
THE WOLF
With green eyes though.
Lottie
Tattooed Bombshell
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Eithne
Scarlet Wedding
"There's no salvation for me now,
No space among the clouds,
And I feel I'm heading down,
But that's alright,
That's alright!
And I've been taking chances,
I've been setting myself up for the fall,
I've been keeping secrets,
From my heart and from my soul."
-- Lover to Lover Florence + The Machine
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Heaven gave birth to a child of the Light.
Hell condemned her to a life in the Dark.
Scarlet Wedding
"There's no salvation for me now,
No space among the clouds,
And I feel I'm heading down,
But that's alright,
That's alright!
And I've been taking chances,
I've been setting myself up for the fall,
I've been keeping secrets,
From my heart and from my soul."
-- Lover to Lover Florence + The Machine
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Heaven gave birth to a child of the Light.
Hell condemned her to a life in the Dark.
"Hush, Mama. They will never find out." She smoothed her mother's dark hair away from her face. The woman wept. Not for herself, but her daughter.
The daughter was stained red with the ichor of her mother's tormentor. The man lay face down in a pool of crimson and scarlet. The worn wooden handle of a gleaming silver blade lay next to the demon's mortal guise. It appeared clean and untouched, while everything else was alight with the knowledge of what she had done.
The mother's weeping was stifled by her own uneasy voice. "The Light has blotted out the Dark, but He will not be pleased." Milky white eyes, unseeing, rest upon the child's face. Blinded love knew where to look, what to see, and what she would find.
"Hush. All is well now. You are free. We." The child knelt at her mother's feet, resting her golden head in the cradle that gave her life.
"Oh my child. My daughter of Light. Your sin will not bring freedom." As the woman spoke, shadow crept along the floorboards, out of the cracks and into the seams, until everything it touched was steeped in darkness. "The father whose blood you share was not the enemy. The spirit and mind of the demon within him was."
Tears streaked the child's face, spilling onto her mother's skirts. "They will never find out." She whispered once more. Her bloody hands entwined into the fabric, holding on as if she would be torn away.
Enveloped in shadowy arms, the child's Light was dimmed, defeated while she poured her sin into her mother's lap. Innocence fled from the gentle caress of unseen hands.
Mother and daughter grew silent under the ruthless hand of faith gone wrong.
But let justice roll on like a river, righteousness like a never-failing stream!
Justice was handed out by the hands of a child because the Father did not act in due time. The child stood by no longer, but wielded the Sword of Michael against the enemy of the mother.
But still the Devils minion clung to the mother and the darkness remained.
The daughter was stained red with the ichor of her mother's tormentor. The man lay face down in a pool of crimson and scarlet. The worn wooden handle of a gleaming silver blade lay next to the demon's mortal guise. It appeared clean and untouched, while everything else was alight with the knowledge of what she had done.
The mother's weeping was stifled by her own uneasy voice. "The Light has blotted out the Dark, but He will not be pleased." Milky white eyes, unseeing, rest upon the child's face. Blinded love knew where to look, what to see, and what she would find.
"Hush. All is well now. You are free. We." The child knelt at her mother's feet, resting her golden head in the cradle that gave her life.
"Oh my child. My daughter of Light. Your sin will not bring freedom." As the woman spoke, shadow crept along the floorboards, out of the cracks and into the seams, until everything it touched was steeped in darkness. "The father whose blood you share was not the enemy. The spirit and mind of the demon within him was."
Tears streaked the child's face, spilling onto her mother's skirts. "They will never find out." She whispered once more. Her bloody hands entwined into the fabric, holding on as if she would be torn away.
Enveloped in shadowy arms, the child's Light was dimmed, defeated while she poured her sin into her mother's lap. Innocence fled from the gentle caress of unseen hands.
Mother and daughter grew silent under the ruthless hand of faith gone wrong.
But let justice roll on like a river, righteousness like a never-failing stream!
Justice was handed out by the hands of a child because the Father did not act in due time. The child stood by no longer, but wielded the Sword of Michael against the enemy of the mother.
But still the Devils minion clung to the mother and the darkness remained.
Lottie
Tattooed Bombshell
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Lottie
Tattooed Bombshell
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Name: Lark Greylin
Title: First Daughter of House Greylin
Age: Twenty-two
Height: 5'4"
Hair: Auburn, hangs to the middle of her back
Eyes: Blue-grey
Misc: Thin, but toned, Lark doesn't have much in the way of "extra". She enjoys the territory her father's keep sits on and spent her youth climbing, running the hills and being a general nuisance. As a grown woman, she has acquired some curves and her fair skin is mostly unscathed.
Gifts: Teller. Lark has the gift of all words and can see the future, although it is elusive and hazy.
Lark speaks very little and although it takes concentration and purpose to use her gift, she believes words on their own still deserve to be used carefully.
Personality: Quick-witted and intelligent, Lark is wise beyond her years. Although she has lived a sheltered life she has seen far beyond the walls of her father's keep and understands the state of the world. Even if she doesn't quite understand her place in it.
She can be stubborn to a fault and isn't keen on the delicacies and intricacies of being a noble woman. Blunt and to the point are her preferred methods. And yet, Lark has learned the importance of only saying what is needed. A woman of few words, she expects to be heard and can be quick to anger if denied. Naive to a fault, she assumes the best of everyone.
Lark wouldn't see danger unless it was staring her in the face.
And yet, under all that, is a woman who loves deeply and only wants to honor the family she has lost and those like her.