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[dars]

wanted character: Reina Robichaux
character expansion: Right now, Reina stands at a lot of crossroads in her life. Is she truly good, or just dulcet? Is she truly bad, or just burned? Does she hate her mother for leaving, or desperately wish to do the exact same thing some day when she's old enough? She seems to have grown hyper-aware of each decision she makes as it slowly chips away at her edges and further defines who she'll become one day. And when she closes her eyes and tries to imagine what that could look like, every time it's different. Sometimes she's a treasured victor in a lavish house, other times she's aged with grace and hears the laughter of her children, other times she's like her mother, right in this very room, staring at the tendrils of stagnant cigarette smoke and wondering why nothing ever worked.

potential development ideas:

• The Cycle: Obviously, there is a universe where Reina is destined to repeat her mother's mistakes and thus eventually become her. I think it would be really interesting to have Reina consciously trying to make different decisions than her mother and then through their different circumstances, ultimately often get very similar results. The whole "is there such a thing as free will or has this all been decided" theme
• The Ascension: It would be really cool to have Reina come into her own as she ages. She's among the youngest of the Robichaux family listed here, and thus is often overlooked comparatively. But she actually does hold a lot of potential as observed by Ma. It'd be really interesting to see her make moves to be more like her grandmother than her mother, hardening her exterior and becoming generally tougher, maybe even becoming a better career as a result.
• The Betrayal: Someone needs to break her heart so she can stop being so precious, honestly. I think at present, she's such a perfectionist and desperately craves a life where everything is always as it should be. When anything goes awry, she's liable to meltdown, and doesn't really know how to navigate moving forward so she sort of just flounders until someone helps her. I think that hindsight in a failed relationship would allow her to stop being so hyper critical of both herself and others.

potential plots with other characters/listed NPC's:

• Rusty: Growing up, there has always existed a healthy competitiveness between the two of them, as they both idolized their grandmother and furthermore are more like each other than any of the others their age. While they're generally close friends, it can be all too common for jealousy to rear its head one way or another, especially when matters of attention are at stake. Maybe one of them gets more birthday money than the other did and they get into an argument about it!
• Ramona: Her relationship with her mother has always been strained, to say the least. While on the surface, she resents being left and struggles very deeply with feeling unwanted now, Reina also idolizes Ramona in many ways she cannot help, and I think the idea of Ramona showing back up from another failed fling, going through the process of promising to stick around and be better, convincing Reina she means it this time, only to inevitably leave when she starts feeling stifled again will be a really good opportunity for Reina to make some big life decisions moving forward.
• Cooper: As only a year separates them, it is entirely possible that they would be in a similar age grouping in the career training academy. As such, I think it'd be a brilliant way to segue Cooper into the larger plot if he and Reina happened to already be familiar with each other and upon spending more time together, eventually discover the truth when his grandma starts being really insistent that he not spend any time around her or any Robichauxs.

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[dars]

I am
an exceptionally broken thing—

It has always been as simple as that, one way or the other. Ruined beyond reparation, and desperately, tragically acceptant of my own fate. Be it a poverish girl with an over-worked father, or the lone rose in a field of briar and brush: I have never quite succeeded in ways a person ought to succeed.

I never built up a career so that I could live a better life, I just married my high school sweetheart, who happened to be wealthy. I never held the hands of my children when we walked through places devoid of stained glass windows and freshly cut lawns, but they grew up still.

My life has been a series of hitting the bullseye despite taking my shots in the dark, and if it might make me less human, if it might make me less of a mother or a wife, it makes me—

an exceptionally broken thing.

[dars]

eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris

[dars]

I am
an exceptionally broken thing—

It has always been as simple as that, one way or the other. Ruined beyond reparation, and desperately, tragically acceptant of my own fate. Be it a poverish girl with an over-worked father, or the lone rose in a field of briar and brush: I have never quite succeeded in ways a person ought to succeed.

I never built up a career so that I could live a better life, I just married my high school sweetheart, who happened to be wealthy. I never held the hands of my children when we walked through places devoid of stained glass windows and freshly cut lawns, but they grew up still.

My life has been a series of hitting the bullseye despite taking my shots in the dark, and if it might make me less human, if it might make me less of a mother or a wife, it makes me—

an exceptionally broken thing.

[dars]

[nyte]

[dars]

[dars]

[dars]

Always told you not to love me
Now look what you made me do
I got poison in my pocket,
told you I was bad news

I am
an exceptionally broken thing—

It has always been as simple as that, one way or the other. Ruined beyond reparation, and desperately, tragically acceptant of my own fate. Be it a poverish girl with an over-worked father, or the lone rose in a field of briar and brush: I have never quite succeeded in ways a person ought to succeed.

I never built up a career so that I could live a better life, I just married my high school sweetheart, who happened to be wealthy. I never held the hands of my children when we walked through places devoid of stained glass windows and freshly cut lawns, but they grew up still.

My life has been a series of hitting the bullseye despite taking my shots in the dark, and if it might make me less human, if it might make me less of a mother or a wife, it makes me—

an exceptionally broken thing.

My demeanor made you wait,
but the consequences stayed
I killed everything we were
Baby, murder was a case

song: 27 hours

[dars]

Always told you not to love me
Now look what you made me do
I got poison in my pocket,
told you I was bad news

I am
an exceptionally broken thing—

It has always been as simple as that, one way or the other. Ruined beyond reparation, and desperately, tragically acceptant of my own fate. Be it a poverish girl with an over-worked father, or the lone rose in a field of briar and brush: I have never quite succeeded in ways a person ought to succeed.

I never built up a career so that I could live a better life, I just married my high school sweetheart, who happened to be wealthy. I never held the hands of my children when we walked through places devoid of stained glass windows and freshly cut lawns, but they grew up still.

My life has been a series of hitting the bullseye despite taking my shots in the dark, and if it might make me less human, if it might make me less of a mother or a wife, it makes me—

an exceptionally broken thing.

My demeanor made you wait,
but the consequences stayed
I killed everything we were
Baby, murder was a case

song: 27 hours

✨ zozo.

[dars]

I am
an exceptionally broken thing—

It has always been as simple as that, one way or the other. Ruined beyond reparation, and desperately, tragically acceptant of my own fate. Be it a poverish girl with an over-worked father, or the lone rose in a field of briar and brush: I have never quite succeeded in ways a person ought to succeed.

I never built up a career so that I could live a better life, I just married my high school sweetheart, who happened to be wealthy. I never held the hands of my children when we walked through places devoid of stained glass windows and freshly cut lawns, but they grew up still.

My life has been a series of hitting the bullseye despite taking my shots in the dark, and if it might make me less human, if it might make me less of a mother or a wife, it makes me—

an exceptionally broken thing.

[dars]

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I am
an exceptionally broken thing—

It has always been as simple as that, one way or the other. Ruined beyond reparation, and desperately, tragically acceptant of my own fate. Be it a poverish girl with an over-worked father, or the lone rose in a field of briar and brush: I have never quite succeeded in ways a person ought to succeed.

I never built up a career so that I could live a better life, I just married my high school sweetheart, who happened to be wealthy. I never held the hands of my children when we walked through places devoid of stained glass windows and freshly cut lawns, but they grew up still.

My life has been a series of hitting the bullseye despite taking my shots in the dark, and if it might make me less human, if it might make me less of a mother or a wife, it makes me—

an exceptionally broken thing.

[dars]

Tom

[dars]

I am
an exceptionally broken thing—

It has always been as simple as that, one way or the other. Ruined beyond reparation, and desperately, tragically acceptant of my own fate. Be it a poverish girl with an over-worked father, or the lone rose in a field of briar and brush: I have never quite succeeded in ways a person ought to succeed.

I never built up a career so that I could live a better life, I just married my high school sweetheart, who happened to be wealthy. I never held the hands of my children when we walked through places devoid of stained glass windows and freshly cut lawns, but they grew up still.

My life has been a series of hitting the bullseye despite taking my shots in the dark, and if it might make me less human, if it might make me less of a mother or a wife, it makes me—

an exceptionally broken thing.

[dars]

[dars]

Always told you not to love me
Now look what you made me do
I got poison in my pocket,
told you I was bad news

I am
an exceptionally broken thing—

It has always been as simple as that, one way or the other. Ruined beyond reparation, and desperately, tragically acceptant of my own fate. Be it a poverish girl with an over-worked father, or the lone rose in a field of briar and brush: I have never quite succeeded in ways a person ought to succeed.

I never built up a career so that I could live a better life, I just married my high school sweetheart, who happened to be wealthy. I never held the hands of my children when we walked through places devoid of stained glass windows and freshly cut lawns, but they grew up still.

My life has been a series of hitting the bullseye despite taking my shots in the dark, and if it might make me less human, if it might make me less of a mother or a wife, it makes me—

an exceptionally broken thing.

My demeanor made you wait,
but the consequences stayed
I killed everything we were
Baby, murder was a case

song: 27 hours

[dars]

Always told you not to love me
Now look what you made me do
I got poison in my pocket,
told you I was bad news

I am
an exceptionally broken thing—

It has always been as simple as that, one way or the other. Ruined beyond reparation, and desperately, tragically acceptant of my own fate. Be it a poverish girl with an over-worked father, or the lone rose in a field of briar and brush: I have never quite succeeded in ways a person ought to succeed.

I never built up a career so that I could live a better life, I just married my high school sweetheart, who happened to be wealthy. I never held the hands of my children when we walked through places devoid of stained glass windows and freshly cut lawns, but they grew up still.

My life has been a series of hitting the bullseye despite taking my shots in the dark, and if it might make me less human, if it might make me less of a mother or a wife, it makes me—

an exceptionally broken thing.

My demeanor made you wait,
but the consequences stayed
I killed everything we were
Baby, murder was a case

song: 27 hours

[dars]

I am
an exceptionally broken thing—

It has always been as simple as that, one way or the other. Ruined beyond reparation, and desperately, tragically acceptant of my own fate. Be it a poverish girl with an over-worked father, or the lone rose in a field of briar and brush: I have never quite succeeded in ways a person ought to succeed.

I never built up a career so that I could live a better life, I just married my high school sweetheart, who happened to be wealthy. I never held the hands of my children when we walked through places devoid of stained glass windows and freshly cut lawns, but they grew up still.

My life has been a series of hitting the bullseye despite taking my shots in the dark, and if it might make me less human, if it might make me less of a mother or a wife, it makes me—

an exceptionally broken thing.

[dars]

gamemaker kelsier

[dars]

[presto][/presto]

"The future can't
be real, I
barely know how
long a moment is"

Charon seems like an interesting figure because it was basically his job to ferry souls across the river styx to the underworld. To make sure they had a safe arrival, a fee of a coin was put in a body's mouth. This translation of him however, would turn him into a real actual factual sailor. He's probably intent upon building a perfect raft, and that's often where he an be found, at the beach building when he's not conducting business. He fancies that one day he could sail off the edge of the worlds into the underworld to finally be at peace. He believes himself to be ages old, a recycled soul that has been reborn again and again simply to act as a ferry man between worlds. Penelope and Learna were the first of the Libertines that Charon met. In fact, when they died, he distinctly remembers ferrying their souls across.

Not only does he build rafts however, if you're looking to make a deal with the devil per say, Charon is the one to go through. He can get rid of a body for you with a snap of his fingers, all you need to do is give him the proper payment. He can also connect you with a higher power to deal with the ones that still breathe first. His value is in his many connections that allow him to make a person disappear almost too easily. He can be found only in the seediest of establishments, always surrounded by a group of people, that soft, knowing smile on his lips. He's see the other side, you know, he's had near death experiences. He has an outlook on death far too old for his years, he's far from afraid of it. Only searching.

He's created all these connections over the years, a boy who just seemed to become out of nowhere. No one knows who his parents are, he's been wandering the streets since he was a toddler, alone since his beginnings.

[nyte]

[dars]

[presto][/presto]

"The future can't
be real, I
barely know how
long a moment is"

Charon seems like an interesting figure because it was basically his job to ferry souls across the river styx to the underworld. To make sure they had a safe arrival, a fee of a coin was put in a body's mouth. This translation of him however, would turn him into a real actual factual sailor. He's probably intent upon building a perfect raft, and that's often where he an be found, at the beach building when he's not conducting business. He fancies that one day he could sail off the edge of the worlds into the underworld to finally be at peace. He believes himself to be ages old, a recycled soul that has been reborn again and again simply to act as a ferry man between worlds. Penelope and Learna were the first of the Libertines that Charon met. In fact, when they died, he distinctly remembers ferrying their souls across.

Not only does he build rafts however, if you're looking to make a deal with the devil per say, Charon is the one to go through. He can get rid of a body for you with a snap of his fingers, all you need to do is give him the proper payment. He can also connect you with a higher power to deal with the ones that still breathe first. His value is in his many connections that allow him to make a person disappear almost too easily. He can be found only in the seediest of establishments, always surrounded by a group of people, that soft, knowing smile on his lips. He's see the other side, you know, he's had near death experiences. He has an outlook on death far too old for his years, he's far from afraid of it. Only searching.

He's created all these connections over the years, a boy who just seemed to become out of nowhere. No one knows who his parents are, he's been wandering the streets since he was a toddler, alone since his beginnings.

[nyte]

[dars]

[presto][/presto]

"The future can't
be real, I
barely know how
long a moment is"

Charon seems like an interesting figure because it was basically his job to ferry souls across the river styx to the underworld. To make sure they had a safe arrival, a fee of a coin was put in a body's mouth. This translation of him however, would turn him into a real actual factual sailor. He's probably intent upon building a perfect raft, and that's often where he an be found, at the beach building when he's not conducting business. He fancies that one day he could sail off the edge of the worlds into the underworld to finally be at peace. He believes himself to be ages old, a recycled soul that has been reborn again and again simply to act as a ferry man between worlds. Penelope and Learna were the first of the Libertines that Charon met. In fact, when they died, he distinctly remembers ferrying their souls across.

Not only does he build rafts however, if you're looking to make a deal with the devil per say, Charon is the one to go through. He can get rid of a body for you with a snap of his fingers, all you need to do is give him the proper payment. He can also connect you with a higher power to deal with the ones that still breathe first. His value is in his many connections that allow him to make a person disappear almost too easily. He can be found only in the seediest of establishments, always surrounded by a group of people, that soft, knowing smile on his lips. He's see the other side, you know, he's had near death experiences. He has an outlook on death far too old for his years, he's far from afraid of it. Only searching.

He's created all these connections over the years, a boy who just seemed to become out of nowhere. No one knows who his parents are, he's been wandering the streets since he was a toddler, alone since his beginnings.

gamemaker kelsier