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The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow upon the smooth papyrus scrolls as they lay scattered across the wide, polished table. The faint scent of ink and incense wafted through the air, mingling with the cool evening breeze that crept in through the open window. A young man, clad in simple linen robes, sat hunched over a writing desk, his quill scratching furiously across a fresh sheet of parchment. His long, dark hair spilled over his shoulders, and his eyes were fixed intently on his work, almost as if he were in a trance.The name of this scribe was Adam. But tonight, he was not simply a scribe. For he was also now a vampire. The transformation had taken place only days ago, and he was still struggling to come to terms with it. He knew that he must continue his life as a scribe, for it was the only way to hide his new nature from those around him. But at the same time, he felt a powerful urge to explore his newfound abilities, to discover the true extent of his powers and limitations.As the hours passed, the candles flickered and guttered, casting eerie shadows across the walls of his modest chamber. Adam's quill moved faster and faster, as if possessed by some otherworldly force. The words seemed to flow from his mind directly to the parchment, unbidden and unstoppable. His breath came in ragged gasps, and his heart raced, but not from exertion. He knew that he was different now, that his body no longer needed the same things as it once did.He paused for a moment, setting down his quill and wiping the sweat from his brow. The darkness pressed in on him, and he could feel the hunger beginning to stir within his belly. He longed for the taste of fresh blood, but he knew that he could not risk it. Not yet. He reached up, undoing the simple clasp that held back his long, dark hair, letting it fall loose around his shoulders. It was then that he noticed the soft, steady pulse at the base of his throat.The thought of it, of what it would feel like to sink his fangs into that soft flesh... He shuddered with desire, and for a moment, he could feel his willpower slipping. But then he forced himself to take a deep breath, steadying his nerves. He would wait. He would wait until night, until he could return to his true nature, and then he would find someone to satiate his hunger.For now, he would continue with his work, and hope that no one would notice his struggle. He glanced up at the window, where the first stars of the night were beginning to twinkle in the inky black sky. Soon, it would be time to venture out, to seek his prey. But until then, he had to remain strong, to focus on his duties as a scribe, and to keep his secret safe."Adam?" asked one of the head scribes he was under near the vizer and Adam head jolted up snapping out of his thoughts eyes looking over. Concerned that the pulse of the mans heart and the smell of his scent would give way to his new nature and expose his secret.He tried to keep his breathing even and his face neutral. "Yes, Master Scribe?" he replied, forcing himself to meet the man's gaze.The head scribe frowned. "You seem... distracted, Adam. Is something amiss?" he asked, his voice low and concerned. Adam forced a small smile. "No, Master Scribe. I apologize if I have been inattentive. I was merely lost in thought. I shall focus on my work."He bent back over his desk, dipping his quill once more into the inkwell, but his heart was no longer in it. He felt as if the world around him had shifted, and he was no longer sure of his place in it. The darkness seemed to press in on him, taunting him with the hunger that now coursed through his veins. He knew that he had to keep up the pretense, but it was growing increasingly difficult."Come take a walk with me tonight I have news I nedd to share with you" said the master scribe as Adam felt fear grip him knowing he would not be abl to hide the secret."I can no tonight" adam tried to explain as calmly as he could, knowing the lie would be easier to believe if he kept his voice steady.  Though the master scribe seemed to see right through him. "There is an urgent matter that requires my attention. Perhaps another time?"The master scribe narrowed his eyes, studying Adam for a moment before nodding. "Very well," he said finally, his voice heavy with suspicion. "Another time, then."Adam breathed a silent sigh of relief. It would give him a few more hours to try and regain control over his newfound urges. He forced a smile and bowed his head respectfully. "Thank you, Master Scribe."He waited until the head scribe had returned to his own work before allowing himself to slump forward, resting his elbows on the desk and burying his face in his hands. The scent of the ink and parchment filled his nostrils, but beneath that, he could still detect the faint odor of blood that seemed to linger on everything now. It was a constant reminder of what he was, of what he had become."Sir Adam?" asked  avoice after a few hours seeming to jolt the scribe awake that had fallen asleep at the desk. Adam eyes shot open and wide seeing a young man standing there scrolls in his arms. "Its nearly mid high night time, you fell asleep"Adam forced a yawn and rubbed at his eyes, trying to appear as if he'd simply been resting them. "Ah, I apologize. I must have dozed off. You are?"The young man looked surprised for a moment before giving Adam a polite smile. "My name is Elias. I'm an apprentice scribe assigned to assist you this evening. Master Scribe Ashton thought it best to have someone help you with the stack of scrolls that's piling up."Adam nodded, feeling a pang of guilt. He should have been more diligent in attending to his work. "Ah, yes. Of course. Thank you, Elias. I apologize for my lapse in judgment. Please, help yourself to anything you need. I'll get these scrolls in order right away." But he could hear the heartbeat of the young man as well as smell blood lingering from a dried nosebleed. He could feel his fangs itching as he tighened his hand on the desk slightly to try and ignore it.Elias smiled warmly and set the scrolls down on the desk. "No need to apologize, sir Adam. It's my duty to help out where I can. If you need any assistance, please don't hesitate to ask."Adam nodded, forcing a smile as he fought to keep his focus. He could feel Elias's gaze on him, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. "Thank you, Elias. Your assistance is truly invaluable." He said though after an hour he had to escuse himself to try and get away before he did something he regretted it. Paisn outside the building he breathed in the cold crisp air, trying to clear his head.But the scent of blood seemed to follow him everywhere now, and with it came an insatiable desire that he could no longer ignore. He could feel his fangs aching, his muscles tense with the need to hunt. He knew that he had to find a way to control these urges before it was too late.As he paced the courtyard, Adam saw a small rabbit hopping along the edge of the bushes. His heart raced and his breath quickened as he stalked it, his instincts taking over. He leapt forward, landing gracefully on the soft grass, and sprinted towards the unsuspecting prey. But just as he was about to pounce, Elias voice came out from behidn him."What are you doing?" he inquired with confusion, Adam knew it was too late as he breathed."Please walk away from me, please just go, please I can't control it"Elias paused, taken aback by Adam's sudden outburst. "I don't understand. What are you talking about?"Adam's gaze flickered between Elias and the rabbit, his heart racing with conflicting emotions. "I can't control it," he whispered, feeling a tear trickle down his cheek. "I've been trying to ignore it, but it's getting stronger. I... I need to feed."Elias took a step back, his eyes widening concern as he saw Adam eyes flicker into a red color under the moonlight, feeling terror grasp him he turned to run. Before hearing Adam snarl as he peeked over his shoulder he cried out as Adam body crashed into his own."No! You can't do this! I won't let you!" Elias struggled against Adam, tears streaming down his face as he tried to push him away. "Please please let go" he cried out struggling madly to get the iron grasp off of him.Adam felt Elias's body tensing beneath him, his grip tightening. He could feel the boy's strength, his determination to fight back. But he couldn't stop himself. His fangs ached, his muscles burned with the need to feed. "I'm sorry," he whispered hoarsely, his fangs piercing through Elias's neck. "I can't control it."The warm blood flowed down his throat, and with it came a surge of power, of clarity. He could feel the beast inside him grow stronger, more in control. a screech left his lips as he recoield as a dagger slammed into his ribs as the young scribe under him managed to stab him in the ribs to try and save himself.Elias slid from his grasp, falling to the ground and clutching his side. Blood gushed from the wound, staining his clothes and pooling on the grass. Adam felt a mixture of horror and regret as he saw the pain etched on the boy's face. He struggled to stand, to reach out and help him, but the bloodlust was still strong, and he could feel himself losing control again."Don't you come any closer!" Elias cried out as he ran for it screaming for help, for a guard, anyone.Adam struggled to stand, his vision blurred with bloodlust. He could feel the beast inside him grow stronger with every step Elias took away from him, hunt he had to hunt, he had to feed, the thrill of the chase sent Adam into a frenzy. He could feel the moonlight dance on his skin, the grass beneath his feet as he sprinted after the boy, his heart pounding in his chest. Elias glanced over his shoulder, fear etched into his features as he saw Adam gaining on him. The young scribe's breaths came out in ragged gasps, his limbs aching from the exertion of running and the pain of the bite from his neck burned so badly.Adam lunged forward, his fingers grasping at the back of Elias's shirt. "Please," he managed to choke out between gritted teeth, "let me help you." But it was no use; the beast inside him was too strong. He pulled Elias back, their bodies colliding as they fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs. Adam's fangs sank into Elias's neck once more, and he felt the warm blood rush down his throat. The sensation was intoxicating, and for a moment, he forgot everything else."Over there I heard sounds, someone was screaming" said one of the many guards that kept the scribe's home safe. Adam too lost in his own hunger didn't even seem to notice as he took in gulps of blood as quick as he could.Elias struggled against the grip, screaming for the gaurds for help though his movements grew weaker and qucikly as he felt his world blur. Though Adam suddenly seemed to jolt back to reality as a guard shouted right over there as Adam pulled back sharply and panted hovering over the withering body of the young man. Before looking up his eyes glazed over and blood shot red, fangs gleam with fresh blood as he  panted."what in the world is this?" whispered a gaurd finally coming to the scene as Adam looked toward the gathering of guards, he snarled slightly as if to protect his meal from being snatched away from him.Adam forced himself to stand, taking a step back from the body of the young scribe. His breath came in ragged gasps, his fangs still extended, his eyes a terrifying shade of red. He glanced down at the lifeless form of Elias, regret and horror warring within him."It wasn't me," he managed to choke out. "It wasn't me." The guards exchanged confused glances, their hands on their swords as they approached cautiously. One of them reached down and gently rolled Elias onto his back, revealing the deep bite marks on his neck. They exchanged horrified looks before turning back to Adam."You did this," the captain of the guard said accusingly. "You killed this young man. Adam, You will face justice" he said strongly though Adam snarled slightly  and seemed to tense up as more guards drew closer toward him."No! I didn't do this!" Adam cried. "I didn't know what was happening to me! I swear!" His eyes were wild with fear and denial, his fangs still bared. "I didn't mean to hurt him," he whispered, his voice trembling.The captain of the guard hesitated, glancing back at the body of the scribe. He had known Adam for years, had seen him grow into a promising young scribe himself. The thought that this boy, this man, could be capable of such a thing...it didn't seem possible. But the evidence was clear."I'm sorry Adam but the law is the law" The Captain said "Now just, stand down Adam, just, relax" as he said that more guards closed around Adam, as he looked around wildly like an trapped animal. His claws came back out and fangs bared as he growled lowly."Stay away" Adam warned, his voice quivering with fear and rage as he backed away from the closing circle of guards. "I don't want to hurt you. I can't control myself." The captain of the guard exchanged a worried glance with another guard before stepping forward, to catch the young man and apperheand him. "Come on now, Adam. Let's get you to the dungeon and figure out what's going on. There must be some explanation for all this."But Adam thrashed wildly, clawing at the guards who held him, desperate to escape. "Let me go!" he screamed, his voice raw and hoarse. "I don't want to hurt you! I didn't mean to kill him!" They wrestled him roughly to the ground, pinning his arms and legs, as another group of guards hurried over with a set of iron shackles. Adam over come with terror and anger bit into one of the gaurds throats and tore out a chunk of his throat spraying blood everywhere.The commotion had drawn a crowd, onlookers gasping and murmuring as they witnessed the horror unfolding before them. The captain of the guard, his face pale with shock, ordered the remaining guards to take Adam to the dungeon immediately. They bundled the struggling young man into the dark, dank cell, chains clanking heavily as they secured him to the cold, damp stone wall. Adam collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, his fangs still bared."What have I done? To be Abandoned like this?" he whimpered softly to himself and curled up tightly into a ball trying to calm down, trying to make sense of what was going on. How many more innocent people had to die?

"Scribble, scribble," mutters Adam, his quill scratching furiously across the papyrus. The sound echoes through the grand library, its rhythm so steady that it almost drowns out the distant chanting of the priests. He leans over his desk, his long braid of black hair falling over his shoulder, obscuring a small part of the hieroglyphic script he's working on. The light of a flickering oil lamp casts dancing shadows across his young, pale face, accentuating the dark circles that have taken up permanent residence beneath his hazel eyes.It's been like this for as long as Adam can remember. Every waking moment is spent in this library, studying, translating, and copying ancient texts. At the tender age of fifteen, he is already considered one of the most gifted scribes in all of Egypt. But it hasn't always been this way.When Adam was just a small boy, he was sickly and frail, spending most of his days coughing and wheezing. The priests had given him up for dead, but somehow, against all odds, he managed to pull through. As he recovered, it became apparent that his sickly body had been replaced with an incredible mind, a mind that could memorize entire scrolls with ease and translate hieroglyphics with a skill that belied his young age.The priests recognized the gift that Adam had been given and brought him to the great library of Alexandria, where he could spend his days surrounded by knowledge. At first, he was overwhelmed by the vastness of the library and the complexity of the texts, but over time, he grew accustomed to the musty smell of old parchment and the feel of a quill in his hand.Adam's days were long and arduous, but he never grew tired of his work. He spent hours upon hours poring over ancient scrolls, translating their cryptic messages into a language that could be understood by the common people. As he worked, he began to uncover secrets that had been hidden for centuries, revealing lost knowledge about the world and its many mysteries.One of those scrolls spoke about the illness he had and how it was uncureable except without the drinking of blood. Was that really true? would he truly trust rumors upon an old scroll? What could he trust, would he really taste blood to see if it cured his illness?Adam paused in his translation, the words blurring before him. He pushed his chair away from the desk, rubbing his eyes wearily. The library was silent now, the priests having retreated to their chambers for the night. A cool breeze wafted in through the open windows, rustling the papyrus scrolls that lined the shelves. He couldn't shake the image of the scroll's words from his mind.Should he trust the scroll? It was, after all, an ancient text, its words subject to the interpretation of whoever happened to be reading it. And what of the claim that drinking blood was the only cure for his illness? It seemed preposterous, like something out of a horror story. Yet, he couldn't deny the desperation he felt, the hopelessness that threatened to consume him whenever he experienced a flare-up of his symptoms. Maybe he could slaughter a sheep and take a sip of blood and see if it actually did anything?Adam hesitated for a moment, his heart racing at the thought of actually going through with such a thing. He had never harmed an animal before, let alone drunk its blood. But the longer he stood there, the more he felt the weight of his decision pressing down upon him. Finally, with a trembling hand, he reached for a piece of parchment and began to write a note to the high priest, explaining his dilemma and asking for permission to conduct this dangerous experiment.As he sealed the note with wax, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was committing himself to something irreversible. Perhaps this was the price he had to pay for knowledge, for understanding the secrets hidden within the ancient scrolls. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the response he was sure to receive, and carried the note to the priest's chambers, delivering it into his hands with trembling fingers.The high priest's expression was one of both surprise and concern as he read the note. After a long silence, he looked up at Adam, his eyes full of wisdom and sadness. "My son," he began, "I understand the desperation you feel, but I must ask you to reconsider. The information on that scroll may be ancient, but it has been proven wrong time and time again. There is no evidence to suggest that drinking blood can cure your illness. You are a gifted young man, with a mind that could change the world. I cannot stand by and watch you risk everything for a mere chance at survival."Adam felt a mix of defiance and despair rise within him. He wanted to believe the priest, to hold onto the hope that there might be another way. But the words on the scroll haunted him, their truths impossible to ignore. "Father," he said, his voice trembling, "I know that what is written there goes against everything we believe in. But I cannot ignore the desperation I feel, the pain that comes with each flare-up. I must try to find some sort of cure, some way to live a normal life again.""If you go through with this, you will be exiled from Egypt!" he warned harshly as if to try and scare Adam away from such thoughts.But it was too late. Adam had already made up his mind. He knew that what he was about to do was not only against the teachings of their people but also against everything he had ever been taught. Yet, he felt a desperate need to find a cure, to reclaim his life from the clutches of this terrible illness.With a heavy heart, he left the high priest's chambers and began to make his preparations. He spent the next few days gathering what he would need for the ritual, all the while struggling with the weight of his decision. When everything was ready, he took a deep breath and set out into the night, heading towards the village's only sheep pen.The moon was high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the landscape. Adam's steps felt slow and heavy as he approached the pen. He knew what he had to do, but the thought of harming an innocent animal filled him with dread. Finally, he mustered up the courage and climbed over the fence, his heart racing in his chest.Inside the pen, the sheep were sleeping peacefully, unaware of the danger that lurked nearby. Adam closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves. Then, he spotted the animal he was looking for: a small, white lamb. It was the youngest of the flock, barely able to stand on its own.He approached the lamb slowly, his heart racing. He knew that he had to be quick and efficient, or the other sheep would wake up and cause a commotion. With shaking hands, he drew his knife from its sheath and knelt beside the lamb. He stroked its soft fur one last time before pressing the blade against its throat. There was a soft, wet sound as blood began to flow.Adam closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of the blood on his hands. He knew that this was the only way, the only chance he had at a normal life. He raised the cup he had brought with him and carefully caught some of the blood as it dripped into it. The lamb's gentle, frightened breaths slowly faded away, and its body went limp in his arms.He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as he lowered the lifeless animal to the ground. But it was too late to turn back now. He quickly gathered the remaining blood and hurried back to his village, trying to avoid being seen by any of the villagers.Once he was back in his hut, Adam carefully prepared the blood according to the ancient scroll's instructions. He boiled it, mixed it with herbs and other ingredients, and finally, he drank it. As the foul-tasting liquid slid down his throat, he closed his eyes, hoping against hope that it would work.At first he almost felt like he was going to throw up the liquid as his natrual instructs old him to spit it out but he held it down and winced., before suddenly it seemed a hunger resting in his body had awoken to the yearning of blood before he opened his eyes as his eyes turned a soft crimson color.He looked at his hands and they seemed to be changing, before his fingers elongated and became sharp as claws. His teeth elongated and became fangs. His skin became more pale, his veins burned sharply as the world of darkness seemed to beckon to him, his illness.....was cured but in order to do it, he, became a monster of the night, a vampire.As the transformation came to an end, he felt a hunger like he had never felt before. He knew what he had to do. He climbed out of his hut and into the night, searching for his first victim. The village was quiet, everyone asleep in their huts. He crept through the shadows, his new senses guiding him.Finally, he spotted her: a young maiden sleeping peacefully in her bed. He approached silently, his heart racing with anticipation and fear. He knelt beside her, her soft breaths caressing his face. With a swift movement, he clamped his hand over her mouth, his sharp claws digging into her tender flesh. She awoke with a start, her eyes wide with terror."W-what do you want?" she stammered, her voice trembling.Adam looked into her eyes, feeling the darkness within him growing stronger. He didn't want to hurt her, but he knew that he had no choice. With a deep breath, he leaned in closer, his fangs glistening in the moonlight."I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely recognizable as his own. "But I must feed."Terror filled her eyes as she struggled against his grip. But it was useless; he was too strong. He lowered his head, his fangs inches from her neck. She closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable pain, as Adam fangs sank sharply into her throat.He felt a rush of warmth as her blood filled his mouth. It was intoxicating, like a drug coursing through his veins. He couldn't help but moan in pleasure as he drained her, feeling her life force flow into him.The young maiden struggled weakly beneath him, her eyes filled with horror and disbelief. He wanted to tell her it wasn't his fault, that he didn't have a choice, but the words caught in his throat. Instead, he continued to feed, his fangs tearing through her flesh, sucking her blood like a ravenous animal.As the last drops of her life's essence disappeared into his mouth, he felt a pang of loss and emptiness. It was as if a part of himself had died along with her. He pulled away, revealing his crimson lips and fangs, and stared down at her lifeless form. Blood covered his mouth and chin, dripping onto the floor in slow, steady drops. The young scribe dropped the body in horror and backed away alarmed at what he had done, what had he become?He looked around, searching for a way to control his newfound urges, but there was nothing. He was trapped by the darkness that now coursed through his veins. The village was silent, everyone still asleep, unaware of the monster that now walked amongst them. He tried to remember the prayers he had once known, hoping that maybe there was some way to reverse what had been done to him, but they had all fled from his mind.What had he done?

GUIDELINES Dearest gentle readers, welcome to In tome bloom, your journey of the new social season starts with a few rules that must be followed before all potential matches are to be saved. So pay close attention and once you agree to the terms, sign at the bottom line with your name so you understand what is required. - - Last updated June 19th 2024. DRAMA-FREE ZONE:first and foremost this group relies heavily on it being an ooc drama free group. This includes the following, talking about members behind their back, attacking another member in the server or try to get them kicked out because you don't like them and if we the admins see this sort of behavior your place with the group can be very well be threatened and we will handle it however, with that said and done we also like to give people a chance to change their ways while hearing both sides to the story to work up a solution for everyone to get a long but if it continues to where it causes negative impacts on our members then we will have no choice but to drop you from the group. IC drama is welcomed and encouraged but only if it's part of your 1x1's with your fellow members or the group storyline. ACTIVITY:this is the biggest rule of the group and that is regarding activity. In order to be a member of the rpg we ask that you are not only a serious writer and you are serious about your audition but also serious about being active meaning every month every member can earn a total of 100 points to be shown as active. Yes, we are aware that seems like a lot but the way to earn them is quite easy. Taking part in the group storyline with members is 15 points, monthly drabble is 50 points, 1x1's with members is 75 points and weekly challenges is 20 points. We aim to keep a way for our members to earn their points for the ac's and after a two month period we tally up the points and award those who are in the top five special gifts. We would do a month but that adds too much stress on people who work a lot or have other obligations with other accounts so this way it gives members time to work at their own pace just as long as you are showing you are actively writing. TAKING HIATUS BREAKS:now this one is a big one meaning if something happens that ends up taking you away from rp like a vacation, family emergency, muses going on vacation, etc and you want to take a break from the group you must reach out to one of the admins for a hiatus request but we do ask you be an active member for at least two months before taking a hiatus that is more than a week for if it's like a month that is one thing as things do happen but if it's more than a month like two or three we will ask you step down from the rpg instead as that puts us owners in a tight situation with members waiting to write with your character. If you go on a month break halfway through it we will reach out to see if your situation had changed and if you are unable to return and wish to step away and give your spot to another person but if you wish to stay then we can work something out. However, what we will not allow is for a member to be accepted only to request a hiatus right away, that does not work as that will make us owners question on why was it you auditioned for in the first place as that is essentially a waste of our time and others time who wish to write with your character so we ask you be an active member for at least two months before requesting any sort of breaks that is longer than a week. CANON CHARACTERS:must have canon faces from the shows for as much as we love AU plots faces are set for a reason and we will not budge from that. This also goes for personality, lifestyle etc meaning Colin can't act like Simon or Benedict be interested in boxing etc. Keep the canon characters as they are for as much as we love creativity and au themes, we prefer to keep the canon characters as they were. Secondly, do not and we repeat do NOT join this group just land specific characters for connections or a love interest we are not here to help you with that as our main goal is just to create a home for writers to just bring the world of Bridgerton to life. Can we help you search for them? Sure but we cannot guarantee it will be successful as again we are a RPG and not a directory page. MOCK CANON CHARACTERS:So this is a rule where essentially loopholes are created for writers who wish to be a canon character but original all at the same time. What this means is in order to be a mock canon character you need to take a character that has barely any information to their backstory besides their name and birth year and create their own history. This allows creative freedom to a point as we do ask you do research first about the regency period of the 1800s before you do anything that way you know how to write their backstory as this also can allow one to create an oc for a character who has a sibling that goes by the name of “unknown sister” or “unknown brother” they would be considered original yet canon at the same time which brings the biggest rule we will have and that is about original characters in general. ORIGINAL CHARACTERS:in order to join the group as an original character all characters must fill the requirements to be approved by the admins meaning their backgrounds must have well-thought-out backstories to support their place within the regency world and they must and we repeat must NOT be related to any canon characters meaning no siblings to the main families like Bridgertons, Featheringtons, etc without having the admins approve of them first hand, etc and trust us when we say this we will be upfront with anyone who auditions for their characters if we do not like their backstory and feel they do not fit at all so if you wish to still join the group as an OC then that's fine but you would have to make changes to your character to fit the group. If you get dropped from the group or decide to leave the group you are free to return to how your character was before joining but this is one rule we will not budge from no matter what. Secondly, constant fc changes are not allowed in the group meaning if you want a change to your characters fc you must be a member for six months or more and they must be approved by the admins. Once the change has been approved you cannot make another change 24 hrs later or even an hour later meaning make sure the request is exactly what you want before submitting it. Last but not least, with this we do ask that they are not tied to a canon character in terms of a love interest without giving us owners a legit and well put together reason why you chose them meaning don't be all like “well I hate Kate and feel like Anthony could do better and he's my favorite so i want to have my oc with him instead” cause no that is not a legit reason thats disrespectful to Kate as a character and their relationship this also goes for others characters like Colin, Simon, Benedict, etc for lets be honest, they are all amazing roles but they are married to the people they are with for a reason so let's please respect that. OTHER REGENCY CHARACTERS:We do allow other regency era characters to join like ones from pride & prejudice as long as they fit in the timeline of the series. Bridgerton takes place between the years 1813 to 1817(going by series that is vs books where it's 1813 to 1834) so research is a BIG thing to do if you wish to bring your character into the rpg and tie them into the social events belonging to each season so by now the current timeline would be 1815-1816. DISCORD:We do have a discord that is mandatory to join. Updates will be posted there as well as our monthly activity check, information about the group and places where you can see the monthly drabbles and other events, grab the free resources offered, storyline/chapter information, and a section to chat with members however if we see that you are chatting in the group more than focusing on writing we will take out the chat channel altogether and won't bring it back until we see activity perk up with stat posts regarding starters being sent or replies being sent, etc. Last but not least, even though we do host events on our discord server, all major group writings will be done in the group forum meaning once you are accepted you must join the group to start writing in the group storyline and submit your ac's at the appropriate time. Also when the ac is sent out, all members must submit theirs within four days after it's submitted and if you are unable to send it within the time period contact the admins to let us know what is going on and we can work something out but if you do not communicate with us at all and we see you are still talking in the group but not send in your ac you will be given one warning to send it in by days end or be kicked out of the group. PREMADE ROLESIf you are interested in one of the premade roles the RPG has there are some requirements you will need to follow in order to audition for them. One is that their backstories must remain the same. Even if it's a rough draft to give you something to work with you cannot change anything without approval from the admins. You are free to add your own ideas to their life to give them more depth but if you decide to leave the rpg we ask that you delete the account altogether as it will be reopened. Keep in mind these roles are strictly for the RPG only meaning you cannot join other groups with the character and if we find that you did you'll be automatically kicked from the group and will not be allowed back in for at least thirty days and must audition for a different character. We understand this seems harsh but we put a lot of work into these characters for a reason and we'd like to keep it that way.

Exceptionally skilled in acrobatics. She can do flips, cartwheels, swing on trapezes, and walk a tightrope. Amy took acrobatics in her academic years.Pool expert. Since the early days of her career, she had been known around northern London for her fantastic skills at billiards.Has an IQ of 156. She mastered advanced mathematics at a premature age. Due to her high intelligence, she quickly grew bored with school and eventually left at sixteen.Has broken both of her hands several times. Twice as a child. She did, and still does, punch walls out of fury. It's a surprise she can still play guitar well.Nobody taught Amy how to sing or play guitar; she learned those skills independently. She did go to school in vocals but did things her way. She is a fast learner with great long-term memory and plans on picking up other instruments, such as the piano and the drums.She has cheated death countless times— overdoses, cutting herself too deep, and enduring severe seizures due to substances.The Winehouse family has resided in London since the late 19th century and is the only family in the area with the name. Her family stems from a generation of Ashkenazi Jews who escaped the bigoted Russian Empire in the 1850s to avoid antisemitic prosecution. The Winehouse surname is unique and of German and Yiddish origin.Her mind needs to be kept occupied so she doesn't fall into a deep depression, whether it be finishing dozens of sudoku and crossword puzzle books or writing more songs.She is a great cook and often makes meals for others rather than herself.Amy is a sufferer of undiagnosed mental illnesses. She does not believe in therapy but has been put on antidepressants as a teenager.Has been promiscuous since her mid-teens for a variety of reasons. The main factor is her father's absence, which is an ordinary coping skill for a lack of a paternal figure in one's early life.

She's a Killer QueenGunpowder, gelatinDynamite with a laser beamGuaranteed to blow your mindAnytimeLace upon gilding, velvet accented with gold. Opulence hardly seemed the appropriate word. Ostentatious was more fitting, perhaps. It was a mockery of a bygone era, bastardized to suit a fetishized idealism. To the tune of softly playing parlor music, a small social was being carried out. Antique furniture was violated by the scantily covered posteriors that rested upon them. Women were everywhere, their most intimate parts barely covered, but still readily available for the wandering hand's amusement. An even mixture of black and white themed corsets exaggerated their feminine forms, accented with sparkling jewels and their hair drawn back in a complex mixture of braiding and curls; they were too beautiful to be real, as though crafted by Pygmalion himself. Strewn about with glasses of champagne in hand, they flocked around the much smaller population of men. These gaggles laughed and fawned upon each man, treating him as though he was the most interesting human being in the world. And, in a sense, he was.The Hellfire Club's roster was composed of the most powerful and influential people on the planet, after all. Politicians and captains of industry. The crème de la crème. The most upper crust of the upper crust. To be a member of the Hellfire Club was a prestige limited to only a few, inherited by others. Unbeknownst to most of these talking money bags, however, there was an organization within the organization. It was called the Inner Circle. Themed after a chessboard, the Inner Circle was divided into two courts: White and Black, with ranks ranging from King and Queen to Pawn. Though united in their ambition, the Courts often competed for control of the Inner Circle. It was a little game they played while covertly ruling the world. One such member was about to make her entrance into the social gathering. Unlike the sea of flesh, the White Queen was not some vapid arm adornment.Wearing a white lace mask, she remained--by comparison--overly dressed. Hair so blonde it bordered on white, her bobbed hair was the least of her appeal.  Alabaster skin and ocean blue eyes, she was a regal woman in her own right. But it was the clothes that truly made the woman. Her signature white corset hugged her frame while her pale shoulders were shrouded in a white, fur-lined cape. Thigh-high stiletto boots completed the White Queen's attire. The only thing missing was the coiled whip in hand--this wasn't /that/ kind of party, after all.  On her heels were two White Court attendants. Mirroring their mistress's all-white attire, they smoothed out the folds of her cape, making sure she looked pristine, least they suffered her wrath or her lash at a later time. Signaling the door should be opened, Emma Frost was one step away from making her grand entrance to the soiree when another White Court attendant came shuffling in. With minor annoyance, the White Queen gave the faintest of grimace, barely enough to dimple the corner of her mouth."Mistress, there is a phone call." The attendant stammered."I will take the call in my office."With a click of her tongue, Emma turned back the way she had come in a sweeping wave of white. With a deft maneuver mastered over years of practice, she had unfastened her cape and tossed it at the interrupting attendant. Befuddled, the woman clawed wildly at the cape to gather it up against her chest, following behind the White Queen as she advanced down the dimly lit hallways of the Victorian mansion to the White Wing. This was Emma Frost's dominion within the Inner Circle. She was the highest-ranking member of the White Court and, to be quite honest, even if there were a sitting White King, she had seniority; this was her Queendom.As one might expect from something christened the White Wing, it was white. While the style and coloration of the house itself remained consistent, the walls, drapery, and the overall décor was white and accented with silver or glass. Pushing open the door to her office, Emma set her eyes on the large mahogany desk to the phone. But no sooner had she stepped through the threshold, something blindsided her from the left. The momentum of being hit by what felt like a freight train sent the White Queen tumbling to the ground in a most undignified manner. Reeling from the blow, Emma barely had time to lift her head before the intruder was on her again. Her fist grabbed Emma by the hair on the crown of her head, invoking a sharp yelp as she grabbed wildly at the woman's wrist. But whatever she raked her nails against, it was not flesh. The surface ripped her nails up, even as she struggled to get any sort of traction against the impenetrable epidermis."Was I always this pathetic?"Struggling to look upwards to get a look at this woman, the White Queen was met with herself. But not her. Older. And…shinny."I suppose this would be the part where I should say something profound, but, regrettably, I've been around the likes of the X-Men for the last decade or so. I'm reduced to the 'Come with me if you want to live' cliché."Emma Frost, once and future White Queen of the Hellfire Club did something dangerous. But it was essential for the future. Or at least that is what she told herself. In truth, what she did was the result of a broken heart. Following behind Beast and his stunt bringing the original X-Men to their present, the telepath reverse-engineered his little time travel device. (This is an important lesson, children, never underestimate a blonde with a mission!) While she was seldom credited for her engineering prowess, Emma had invented her own Cerebro--a la Cerebra--and a device for swapping psyches. Programing the time machine, Emma added a special new feature: a tether that would return her to the present. Infiltrating the Hellfire Club was a cakewalk. All she needed to do was command the staff to look the other way, telepathy was handy like that! Luring in her younger self took even less effort. Once rendering the doppelganger unconscious, Emma telepathically summoned henchmen into the office. She silently commanded them to stand guard, no interruptions would be tolerated.All the pawns were in place, the queen was in check. Emma then wheeled the other Emma to her desk, she was going to awaken with some dignity. "How young I was." She mused to herself, delicately moving a lock of hair from her other self's face. It was…unsettling…touching her own body with new fingertips. She was familiar with every curve, every crease, but it all felt so…alien."How much potential I failed to realize within myself." This all needed to fall into place just right. On her belt rested the time travel tether. Upon turning it on, she had exactly the time it took for it to boot up to pull the trigger on the body swap gun before her older body was jettisoned back to the future. Retrieving the White Queen's body swap gun, Emma aimed and pulled the trigger.  Imagine how she could change the future given the chance to do it all over again. But, this time, with the knowledge of the future..........The use of the body swap gun knocks the user and target out cold for a short time. It was a useful side effect, so she had never gotten around to possibly correct it. Slowly waking up, the White Queen needed a moment to orient herself. It was her body, but not entirely her body. It was younger, naive to the potential it carried--and truth be told, this was technically a different universe. Her muscles weren't as finely tuned as her (not all that much!) older body. She was still in fine shape, but Emma had to remember not to give in to the instinct to shift to her diamond form; how dependent she had become! Perhaps she should have flipped some relays in her new head to trigger her secondary mutation sooner than Genosha's massacre. Running her fingers through her hair, Emma smoothed her hair back before she grabbed the top of her corset and adjusted herself. Flashing a glance at the nearest shiny surface, she checked her make-up to make sure it betrayed nothing amiss.Bursting through the double doors of her office, the White Queen strolled past the stunned guards she had ordered into place. She kept marching, leaving the befuddled maids in her wake, as she marched right into the Hellfire gathering. Foregoing her usual pomp and pageantry many had become accustomed to raised eyebrows and garnered a few stray glances. Unmoved by their agitation in her disturbance of their amorous pursuits, Emma strolled right up to one stout, familiar frame. So adorned with women, he looked not all that dissimilar to the scene in Star Wars with that vulgar worm creatures. He certainly had the same leave of appeal.“Shaw, darling.” Emma crooned softly as she shooed away the eye candy. She reclined casually against his shoulder, offering him the delectable view of her ample bosom. “I require your presence in the White Hall. It’s an /urgent/ matter.” She curled the corners of her lips into a vulpine smile as she glanced at the ponytailed buffoon from under her lashes with all the charm of her “come hither” allure. The appeal of a quick dalliance with the White Queen was much too much for Shaw. She stood up, confident her bait had been taken--hook, line, and sinker. She sashayed through the room, her shapely form moving with the effortless grace of a queen with all the calculation of a jaguar on the hunt.So eager was he that he nearly trampled some guests and their companions as he followed the vision in white away from the soft tones of music and frivolity to the seclusion of the White Queen’s apartment. What Shaw beheld at his arrival was the White Queen in all her splendid glory upon a sea of white bedding. She reclined like a Venus, arms strategically draped above her head on overstuffed pillows, her sensuous form stretched out across the length of the bed. How she got out of the absurdly restrictive corset and thigh-high boots in such a short amount of time mattered not, his lecherous gaze was set solely on the conquest of a queen.All but ripping his clothing from his form, Shaw advanced into the darkened room. Approaching the foot of the bed, his burning desire was very apparent. Gripping her ankle, Shaw pulled Emma downward. His mouth latched onto the alabaster flesh of her ankle, eyes burning with a growing hunger set upon her face. With a sweet smile on her lips, Emma played coy. She slipped her foot from his grip, curling back up at the head of her bed. Shaw began to climb onto the bed, liking this little game. Much to his misfortune, however, the pretend innocence was not the only game the White Queen was playing. As he approached her, the White Queen struck.The psibolt knocked him off his feet. Shaw fell onto the bed and rolled. Gripping his head, dazed, the Black King struggled to get off the bed and to his feet. But no sooner did he lay foot on the ground, Emma struck again. Another psibolt, sending the revolting pig spiraling to the ground. Disoriented, hurting from the blows he could not absorb, Shaw lashed out for anything to grab hold of--a weapon, a tether, anything to allow him the comfort of knowing he had control of this situation. Slipping casually off the bed, the White Queen came to stand over the struggling worm of a man, her face void of any emotion save one: triumph. To finally dispatch this horrid creature, something she should have done years ago--liberating! Drinking in this moment, savoring every last second, she finally struck one last time. Shaw's body went limp. Stepping past him, the White Queen began getting dressed.She had a party to attend.

And a Child Shall Lead Them   Machiavellian / @windingxpath Her heart was pounding in her chest. She had no place to go. She'd been tossed out by her parents because she was different. All of 14 years old, Akemi Ito had no place to go and no idea what to do. This all happened because her beautiful long hair and creamy skin started to turn into black and white fur when she was 12 years old. It took two years for her to turn into what essentially was a humanoid cat.Her parents did what they could to hide the daughter that brought them shame. Living in a rural village on the island of Shikoku afforded them some time to keep her hidden away but not much. The smallest of all the Japanese Islands, Shikoku was in the shadow of Hiroshima and the curse that hung over the area since 6 August 1945. Akemi had always heard stories of the people who were born different after that moment in history. She never imagined she would be one of them. She found her way to Tokyo. She took to the streets there. There was some compassion to be found there among the destitute of the city. An American benefactor had established a shelter for children just like her. She had idea what the man's name was, but the volunteer staff and the other children there showed her a kindness that she never knew existed. The adults said that Akemi and the others were mutants. The girl didn't call it being a mutant. She called it being cursed.Akemi was actually fed for the first time in a long time with a decent meal and a clean bed to sleep in at night. They only required that she do chores around the shelter and take the classes offered there. Every mutant child was required to be educated with basic lessons like how to read and write. Essential mathematics was taught as well. It was a far better place than when she was forced out of her home. Still Akemi felt as though she was cursed.Several of the girls were discussing a Shinto priest one night. He was believed to heal anyone of curses. This interested Akemi. This condition where she resembled a cat could be cured then despite what the adults said. They continued to teach her that she was a mutant. She was born different but she was still special. It was all a huge lie. If she was so special, why was she born this way? It was time to be rid of this curse despite what Yoshida-San said. Akemi wanted to be well and to go home again.It was a dark night in the early summer at the shelter. Akemi left a pillow covered up to make it look like she was still in the bed. The Temple led by Suguru Geto was near their location. She had a few Yen saved up from earnings for little odd jobs she had done. She wrapped it up carefully before she left the shelter that night. Desperation clutched at the girl's heart who only wanted to be normal.~*~This night was particularly vexing for Suguru Geto. There were many nights where he dreamt of seeing his best friend and brother Satoru Gojo again. That last time he saw Gojo, Geto couldn't even look him in the eye. He'd become so bitter and disillusioned after Riko Amanai's death that hardening his heart was the only thing he could do. Too many died for non-sorcerers. Geto was through with the blood of Jujutsu sorcerers being spilled. Toji Fushiguro was still a name that evoked nothing but bile from him. Non Jujutsu sorcerers were “monkeys” to him no matter what they looked like on the outside.He could tell he was being followed. The steps were faint but he could still hear them. It wasn't Satoru. He knew his brother better than anything. This was someone different. “Are you going to keep following me? Or do I have to pull you out of hiding myself?” Akemi stepped out of the shadows slowly. Most who saw her were repulsed by her appearance. Her ears were down as well as her chin. “F-Forgive me Sensei. I just really need your help.” Her contrite spirit and humility were on full display at this revelation.Geto quirked a brow upward. His curiosity was definitely aroused. This child was human but not. He could see no cursed spirit near her. Something was different. “Are you from Shiro Yoshida's shelter of throwaways?” He was totally familiar with Yoshida-San. Who in Japan didn't know the mutant Sunfire?“Hai. That I am.” His tone wounded her heart. “Sensei. I've brought all the money I have with me. It is said you can eliminate curses from anyone who brings money.” She extended her paws forward with the cash in hand.Geto noticed the cash and his expression softened. “Come child. Let's speak of how I can assist you.” He started to lead the girl back to the temple. He was pleased that she didn't fight him. There was still this nagging sensation at the back of his mind that she was just as innocent and naive as Riko had been.~*~Back at the shelter for homeless teenage mutants, Shiro Yoshida sat waiting for a group of young ladies to visit him. “Where is Akemi-chan?” He asked. No one could answer him so he went to look for himself.Her bed was still filled with a pillow covered with a blanket. Shiro peeled back the covers. This wasn't good. This was the fifth kid from the shelter that had disappeared. His frustration and fear were rising. He was going to need help.Searching the room he found a flyer that had information about a Shinto priest named Suguru Geto. All the previous kids had information on Geto and his ability to remove curses. This was looking more dire all the time.  "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference." credit: james kriet

Midnight Rain; a Prequel   Bubblegum / @shakeitoff 2021 MayUniversity of Southern California Jingyi Lee was more nervous today than she had been in years. Their little angel, Jubilation, was now 14 years old. She was quite a little spitfire insisting on being called Jubilee in front of her school friends and when they picked her up from gymnastics class.Both of her parents were so proud of their little girl. She was so talented in gymnastics that her coach recommended she go to the trials to see if she could make it for the US Olympics Team. There was no question about it. The Lees would fund this once in a lifetime chance for their daughter. It would also allow them the opportunity to do other things that needed to be kept away from the constant eye of their shadow.They had been in the United States for over 20 years now. Tomi Shishido had made everything clear for them to get to these shores. At first he had kept his distance, but as the years passed his presence was looming like a virus. The Lees dirty secret was that Shishido owned 5% of their business at first as payment for his services. He gradually wormed his way in to get up to 7% of their import export business. Right before the recommendation for Jubilee to try out for the US Olympics Gymnastics Team, Shishido was pressing for an increase to 15% of their total assets. They did everything they could in order to keep this from Jubilee. She couldn't know. It was nothing that should worry a child. Her parents were both adamant that she focus on school and on her gymnastics. She did both without question. This made the Lees even more desperate to get rid of Shishido.Zhan Lee and Jingyi Lee were sitting in the stands with the other parents of Olympic hopefuls. Jingyi was craning her neck trying to see where their daughter was about to perform. “Do you see her yet Baba?”Zhan adjusted his glasses. “There's our girl!” He was such a proud papa. Jubilee was the apple of his eye. He was so proud of her and her accomplishments. She was smarter than either one of her parents and exceptionally talented. He and his wife took a chance coming to the US when they did and he was glad of it. His gaze drifted to the sight of his lawyer speaking with that man again. Zhan knew good and damn well that Tomi Shishido was worse than the Triads or the Yakuza. He and his wife had met with a new attorney Anushka Joshi and were in the process of switching their business and financial holdings to her to be their representative. Unfortunately those things took time.~*~ There was another face in the crowd that day. The man was Canadian by birth. He hated Tomi Shishido with everything he possessed and then some. He had spent time using his connections to track down the bastard known as The Gorgon. His hands were dirty as hell especially considering how high he ranked in an organization called The Hand. One of these days, James Howlett was going to remove the blight that was Tomi Shishido from the face of the earth.He was given inside information by Zhan Lee about the role Shishido had played in their lives for the past two decades. Lee and his wife had a kid. Lee didn't want anything to happen to their daughter Jubilation. He spoke to Howlett alone and without his wife's knowledge. Lee was convinced that Shishido was about to kill him because he was fighting back. This was where Howlett drew the line. No little girl was going to lose her daddy, not if he could help it. He was an added insurance policy to make sure Shishido would be finally driven off for good. All they had to do was wait. The bastard would surely show his face again soon.~*~Now on floor exercises, JUBILATION LEE from Beverly Hills!The eyes of the room were focused on that tiny girl with refined features. She was a dynamo when it came to the talent she had for gymnastics. She took her place on the floor. Before the music started she caught sight of her parents who were clapping the hardest and the loudest. With their love and support, Jubilee could do anything. Finally the music started. That was her cue.The music she had chosen was “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” by Cyndi Lauper. Everyone was all about 80s retro these days and Jubilee being the girly girl she immediately took to Cyndi Lauper. The music started and she was off in a diagonal line.Zhan focused on how gifted his daughter was. She moved through the air with the greatest of ease. He was so proud of her! His entire flight here and everything they had gone through to this point had been for her. The reason why he was fighting back against Shishido was Jubilee. She didn't need this bastard hanging over her head like he had been with her parents. Zhan's gaze swept the room. He caught sight of James Howlett. He was starting to feel better already.The opening tumbling run was always designed to catch the attention of the judges and those watching. She hit her goal of multiple handsprings and a twist of her hips that caused her to face the side of the mat that she had just been standing. She held up her hands perfectly in the midst of thundering applause. She knew she'd hit it perfectly. She made eye contact with her mother and winked. The Lees were cheering so loud and proud for their only daughter.~*~ Shishido was here. He kept out of sight from the public attempting to blend in as best he could. He knew that bastard Wolverine was here. Zhan Lee was going to pay for working with Wolverine and attempting to get away from him. This was an unpardonable sin. He silently crept toward the locker rooms. Betrayal was going to be dealt with harshly. Minions were dispatched to locate the Lees and bring them to his location.The Lees were waiting for the score to come for their daughter's tumbling run. They didn't see the men behind them until it was too late. The world around them went black.Howlett watched the kid do her thing. She was definitely a little firecracker on the floor. He found himself applauding too. He turned toward where he'd seen the Lees. They had vanished without a trace. “SH*T!” He growled through clenched teeth. Gorgon made his move. The man called Wolverine immediately started searching for the Lees.~*~The floor exercises were soon finished and she knew she nailed it. She'd not gone out of bounds. She was flawless. Her score was announced and she screeched for joy. She was going to St Louis! Her eyes immediately went to where her parents were sitting only to see that they were gone. Her heart had skipped a beat. Where were they? She immediately ran back toward the locker rooms.A blood curdling scream came from the locker rooms. A crowd had gathered outside of the girls locker room. Jubilee pushed in through the throng to find both of her parents laying there in a puddle of blood. She immediately started to run toward them when Riku grabbed her arm. “Jubilee! No!”The boy from her school was obsessed with her. Riku Nakahara was handsome, sure, but Jubilee just wasn't interested. He had never learned the meaning of the word no. Jubilee was the first one to ever say that to him and that didn't set well with him. He grabbed onto her harm tighter. She felt the most intense emotions in her life come bubbling to the surface. Anger, rage, hatred all emerged because of the site of her dead parents. “RIKU LET ME GO!” With each word she spoke, an array of colors began to leap from her body. Fireworks were coming from her body but she didn't know how or why. WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO HER?Jubilee took off into the night screaming and crying trying to stop these fireworks from erupting from her body. Her favorite mall was nearby. She somehow wound up there. A section of the mall was being renovated. Her internal fireworks had finally stopped. She found her way into the mall and its renovations to stay hidden away from everyone that worst night of her life.Howlett had gotten there too late. They were dead. He did see their daughter was now a human fireworks display. Everything was falling apart. Howlett wasn't going to let this scared and confused kid get in any more trouble. He would kill anyone who kept him from her. He knew what it felt like to be alone. He wasn't going to let the kid feel what he did; not now or ever.END "If you disappoint me, I'm going rogue." -- Jubilation Lee credit: james kriet

Midnight Rain; a Prequel   Bubblegum / @shakeitoff 2007Beverly Hills, CA USA It had been ten long years since Zhan and Jingyi Lee had immigrated to America. It was all as Tomi Shishido had told them. They were relieved to face no stress there. Unfortunately stress came in other places. With their own assets along with Shishido Sama's seemingly unending source of capital, they established their import export business successfully. The government of China moved in to assume control of Hong Kong with the eyes of the world watching. The Lees watched from their new home in Beverly Hills California. All was seemingly right with the world.They waited a year before trying to have a child. Unfortunately, that part of their dream would take a bit longer to accomplish. The roller coaster of emotions had nearly carried them away twice. Jingyi had suffered two miscarriages before being given the joyous news in late 2005 that she had successfully conceived once more. She did everything differently this time. Zhan insisted on more bed rest for his wife. He also took on more responsibilities with their business and direct interaction with Shishido. He wanted nothing upsetting his wife. He was working from home when he heard his wife scream in sheer agony. It was summertime and the sun was high overhead. His heart was pounding and his breath hitched in his throat. All he thought to do was to run to his wife. Beads of perspiration threaten to sting his eyes as they fall from his forehead. He needed to find her.The pain was far more intense than she could imagine. Jingyi grasped her burgeoning abdomen as agony threatened to rip her apart. Two babies had been lost. She couldn't lose the third one. This was their last chance to have that child they both longed to hold. Her right hand clung to the back of a chair in their den. If she let go, it would be a disaster. She had to fight for their baby.Zhan found his wife clinging to the back of his favorite chair in the den. “Jingyi!” He shouted. His voice cracked with fear. He wrapped his arms around her. “你還好嗎？” [Are you alright?] He could tell the answer to that even as the words came out of his mouth.Her knees buckled when her husband wrapped his arms around her. A sudden gush of water came from between her legs saturating the floor. Jingyi couldn't speak. The pain was intense. She cast her pained gaze upon her husband pleading with him to save her and their baby. She spoke no words. Her tears said it all.Zhan lifted his petite wife from her feet. His resolve was carved in stone. He would not lose his wife or his unborn daughter. If he had to face Māra incarnate, he'd do just that. His determination and courage was something his daughter would inherit from him as her life would later take her on a path of discovery that she thought she'd tread alone. The next stop, Cedars Sinai Hospital in Beverly Hills.Cedars Sinai Labor and Delivery  Jingyi Lee was placed on a stretcher and immediately rushed to the Birthing Center. Since she was 37 years old and had already miscarried twice, she was considered a high risk pregnancy. Zhan was running alongside the stretcher, being sure that his wife could see him. He was not about to leave her side.The stretcher finally raced through the doors to do an emergency delivery. Zhan was stopped just before he could enter the room. “What do you think you're doing? I want to be there with my wife!” He started to struggle against the orderly holding him back.“We want you to be in there with her.” He took Zhan aside. “You need to be prepared first. Please let me help you.” The man nodded to the anxious father to be. He'd seen this many times before and was always ready to help these men who wanted to be there for their wives. “It won't take a minute.”The sterile conditions of the birthing center were filled with nurses tending to Jingyi Lee's every need. The brilliant staff was prepared for any given situation that would arise. A fetal monitor was already in place showing that the baby's heartbeat was strong. All of Mrs. Lee's vital signs were stable as well. She was in active labor. That was determined by the female doctor on the scene examining the patients. A pediatrician was also called on standby to examine the baby when she was born. There was only one thing missing. “W-Where is my husband?” Jingyi's voice cracked with the pain she endured.The doors parted and Zhan Lee was in a complete hospital gown, mask, cap and booties on his shoes. He heard his wife speak. “I'm here.” He spoke in cool tones as he replied to her. He did not want to excite his wife in the slightest. All that mattered was keeping her calm. He reached for his wife holding the small appendage in his own hand.The sounds of the fetal monitor started to beep louder. Jingyi gripped her husband's hand tightly as pain shot through her body again. The screams of agony made Zhan's heart pound. “Please! What's going on?” He was filled with desperation as the idea of another baby slipping away gripped his soul.“The baby is in distress. We need to do a c-section now.” The OB replied to the inquiry by the anxious father. The blood pressure cuff on Jingyi's opposite arm started to beep as well. Her heart rate was dropping. “We need to operate NOW.”Zhan felt his wife's hand grow limp. “DO IT!” He begged them. He had not come to America to lose everything. He was here to gain everything. He also wasn't about to move either as the staff began moving in an expedient manner to perform the emergency surgery. He silently pleaded with any god who heard him to save his baby and his wife. He was nothing without them.The speed in which the team worked was astounding. Medical drips were in place for the mother as they started the surgery. She was given oxygen through a mask as extra insurance. The skilled hands of the OB made the low transverse incision to open up the uterus with no difficulty. In a matter of minutes the small creature with a head full of dark hair was lifted from her mother's body. Because of the emergency surgery, the baby was handed to the pediatrician who immediately took her to the incubator. Zhan watched as his new daughter was cleaned off and her mouth and nose were suctioned. The pediatrician scraped her foot in order to get a first cry out of her. The child obliged by screaming loudly. The nurses all applauded. The OB and the other nurses had successfully stitched up Jingyi with no issues whatsoever.The pediatrician swaddled the baby who was making grumbling sounds and had her eyes open. “Congratulations. It's a very healthy little girl.” He handed the baby to Zhan.Zhan held his daughter in his arms. He felt tears of relief and joy race down his cheeks. He lowered the baby close enough for his wife to see their perfect little girl. “She is our happiness. She is our Jubilation.” He kissed his baby's forehead and then his wife's forehead. This was the greatest day of his life.Outside the doors, Tomi Shishido was watching through the windows. He smiled as the baby was born. “Welcome to the world Jubilation Lee.” The prediction of the sages came true. Now all they had to do was wait.TO BE CONCLUDED  "If you disappoint me, I'm going rogue." -- Jubilation Lee credit: james kriet

Midnight Rain; A prequel   Bubblegum / @shakeitoff Fall 1996 Hong KongThe main subject of the news was inescapable. The United Kingdom's rule over Hong Kong was at an end. After nearly 150 years, China would once again rise to take control over the only free area within its borders. Zhan Lee and his wife Jingyi Lee had become prominent members of the community over the past year. The young couple were noted for running quite a successful business with ties as far reaching as the British Crown. The handover was something that worried them both. Zhan had the phone pressed to his ear. “Yes. I understand. You're absolutely certain of this?” He was a highly educated man who spoke flawless English. Some considered him one of the most brilliant minds in all of the Hong Kong business market. “I understand.” He placed the phone back on the base.Jingyi had a look of worry that threatened to carve itself into her delicate features. “And…?” They were just starting out as a married couple. They were the perfect combination to get this business going in a free market port area like Hong Kong. Everything was turning toward the future with an eye toward the year 2000. The couple even promised each other that they wouldn't have children until everything was more certain for them. Jingyi wanted to have a baby so badly her soul ached.Zhan's expression was bleak. “There was nothing that they could do.” They had put in a request to emigrate to London. Several of the contracts they had for their import export business involved the Crown. They were certain that a move to the UK would be feasible. “They are focusing on the handover. It would be considered sabotage against the handover if any business was to leave the area to go to London.” Were they going to have to stay in Hong Kong? Jingyi could feel the ivy chill of fear grip the pit of her stomach. Hong Kong was going to change when the Communists moved in to take control. She'd heard enough horror stories to make her physically ill every time her mind started to wander. This was no place or time to start a family. “We can't stay here. We have to go somewhere.” Eyes glistening soon gave way to a full fledged blanket of tears.Zhan wanted to be a father more than anything himself. He knew that what his wife was saying was true. The eyes of the world would be on China as this transfer was about to happen. They had to agree to certain terms. The colonial presence of the Crown was actually a safety zone to quite a few people in Hong Kong. Others were ready to embrace change with the unification coming. This young couple was at an impasse. He pulled his wife close for a comforting embrace.There was a knock at their door. Zhan reluctantly let his wife go. He started toward the door when an envelope was stuck under the door. He reached for the envelope and opened it. There was a letter there written in Japanese. Fortunately both of them could read Japanese. He glanced over the letter before handing it to his wife.ビジネスを救いたいなら、今夜の深夜に倉庫に来てください。[[If you want to save your business, then come to your warehouse tonight at midnight.]]They looked at one another. Sure this all felt like a trap, but what could they do? The future looked bleak but was it enough to make a deal with the devil in a manner of speaking. No words passed between them. There was only one possible answer.MidnightThe Lees entered their warehouse slowly. They held hands as they cautiously took in their surroundings. Each step silently forward into this unknown future was more terrifying than the last. At least they knew they would be taking it together. Zhan called out into the void. “こんにちは？” [hello?] A rather tall young Japanese man stepped out from the shadows. He had longish black hair and he wore a suit that was obviously tailored. Those weren't traits neither Lee found disturbing. It was the fact he was wearing sunglasses at night. “私はあなたたち二人がアメリカに行けるよう手助けできます。疑うことなく私を信頼してください。分かりましたか?” [ I can help you both get to the United States. You must trust me without question. Do you understand?]Jingyi clung tighter to her husband. Going to the US was a dream. Was it actually possible? “Who are you?” She blurted in English. “Why should we trust you?”His lips curled upward in a predatory smile. “My name is Tomi Shishido. I can get you there completely legally of course.” His entire presence was so cold that the room temperature fell five degrees Celsius.Neither of them wanted to go with this man or what could possibly happen but they were terribly desperate. Every door they tried to take kept slamming in their face. The options as well as their time was slipping through their fingers.They met each other's gaze before looking back toward the odd man wearing sunglasses. “We're listening.” Zhan answered for both of them.To be continued   "If you disappoint me, I'm going rogue." -- Jubilation Lee credit: james kriet

Lucifer had party hard and ended up passing out face first in bed he was in his red silk pajamas and there was a fireplace that was lit in the foreground he snored as he flashed back in the dream dancing and letting loose at the party at one point he remembered having an argument with a woman he couldn't identify as who yelled to him * I wish you could feel what it's like to be a woman * as she did that she threw her drink on him and stormed away the dream faded away when Lucifer fell off his bed making him jolt up with surprise unbeknownst Lucifer wasn't really a Lucifer at that moment he was luci somehow he had been turned into a really sexy brunette woman in a red dress that was no longer red pajamas he panted out in shock * what the hell was that dream he immediately heard a voice say what he was thinking it was as if he was saying I with a way higher pitch he almost tripped when stood on the heels unexpectedly he wobbled all the way to the bathroom almost unable to walk Lucifer had to pee so when he went to pee he immediately realized his c*ck had vanished he yelled in horror which sounded like a woman's yell he looked up and saw his reflection he wasn't a man at all his eyes widened to see shockingly Lucifer was in someone else's body she was stunning but how in the bloody hell was this happening he went to splash some water on his well now her face but when she looked up things had not changed at all she stared at her herself in the mirror * what the * as he did so he felt his own body then Lucifer grabbed her own boobs Lucifer looked down screaming * These are real! * Lucifer as a woman stumbled out of the bathroom the shoes that Lucifer was annoying the crap out of him so he yanked the heels off and threw them Mazikeen had to duck when she walked into the of the room * hey who are you * she walked over to the woman in red * Mazikeen the woman who was actually Lucifer said with a smile in relief * Maze did not recognize Lucifer so she ended up slamming the woman against the wall Lucifer grunted but flinched when maze held her demon blade to the woman's throat * speak or die * she said protective for Lucifer * it's bloody me Maze * Maze tilted her head her head in confusion then slammed her even some more * Hey no funny business * who the hell are you! * He could barely speak when Lucifer managed to say * it's Lucifer * she managed to say for some reason in Maze's gut she for some reason had a feeling to believe this woman she did have a strong resemblance of Lucifer she sheathed her blades away that was now hidden in her dress and stepped back starting to laugh in denial. Lucifer laughed softly with her awkwardly maze didn't truly trust it but she was going to see what the hell was going on even Lucifer had no idea what was truly happening never in a million years did Lucifer had ever thought that he would one day wake up as a woman.

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Dancing in the Dark   Machiavellian / @windingxpath As one approached the temple, there was a massive torii gate in the front that was a bright red in color. It was also approximately 33 ft tall. As one crossed the torii gate to enter the grounds, it was proper respect to the Shinto gods. Once you did that, you could continue on the grounds.These were some of the most scenic in all of Tokyo. The garden of various blooming flowers including multiple colored kiku blossoms. There was a pond on the grounds filled with koi that added to the peaceful ambiance. The temple located in the center of the grounds resembled Shinto Shrine.There was a steady stream of supplicants who arrived at the temple inside seeking an audience with Suguru Geto. Geto was a powerful Jujutsu sorcerer who had a skill that involved the removal of cursed spirits to anyone who would provide enough proper respect to him. The respect he sought usually involved groveling as well as a substantial amount of Yen. It was a profitable venture for him as well as one that fed his substantial ego.As a curse user and a Jujutsu sorcerer, Geto could actually see the cursed spirits that were vexing non-curse users. There was a difference in those who could see the curses and their various monstrous forms and the average human. The average human regardless of skin color or race was considered a monkey by Geto. He'd lost everything because of regular humans. Instead of protecting them, he wanted to milk them for all the money they had and kill them. He'd spent his youth protecting them as a student at Tokyo Jujutsu High. No more. He often pledged to himself.On this particular day a wealthy mother had brought her teenage daughter to see him. Geto entered his chamber to see the “monkeys” waiting for him. His lengthy ebony locks flowed down his back freely. They smelled of Lotus and Jasmine. He was wearing what would be considered by many to be the traditional shōzoku of a Shinto priest. The under garments and the balloon pants were a dark blue while the top that resembled a sash from his left shoulder to his right hip was actually a royal gold. “Well what have we here?” He took his position to essentially sit in judgment of the mother and her daughter.  “Please Geto-Sama. I'm desperate to save my daughter. She is being tormented by a cursed spirit. Please save her!” The mother was frantic in her supplication. The more desperate the monkeys were, the more money they gave him.Geto cast a glance toward the girl. Her shoulders were slouched forward and her eyes didn't meet his. “I see. You've brought the fee?” He remarked to the mother while studying the girl. She did indeed have a rather repulsive cursed spirit that was riding her back, pressing her shoulders and bearing down on the girl. She did look miserable. Geto almost felt sorry for the girl. Almost.“Of course! Of course! Fifty thousand Yen as you requested.” She reached into her bag to pull out a stack of bills. One of Geto's attendants took the money. It was his job to handle these fees as directed by Geto.His attention was now focused on the girl. “Sit up.” He ordered the girl. Once she did, he reached for the cursed spirit and snatched it off her shoulders. Once his fingers touched it, the cursed spirit turned into a ball of compacted energy he held in his fingertips.The expression on the girl's face was one of utter illumination. “I-Its gone! I feel better! I don't believe it!” Seeing a ball of glowing energy in his hand, both the girl and the mother fell prostrate at his feet. “Arigato Geto-Sama!” The girl repeated over and over.  The attendant who took the money started to usher them both out of Geto's presence. “There will be a message from Geto-Sama in the main hall. Please leave him to prepare.”As they were led away, Geto smirked. “I really hate monkeys.” He took the ball of energy that had formed when he subdued the cursed spirit and swallowed it whole. The handsome features of the Jujutsu Sorcerer were contorted in arrogance. This was too easy.  "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference." credit: james kriet

First and foremost some warning. the following may tbe a trigger for some. I did alot in broad strokes to keep it from being too bad but there are points of the following.Child harm, Manipulation/Mental abuse from a parental figure. Murder, Torture, Brainwashing youth.    Damien’s mind found restless sleep. A nightmare flooded forward to his mind as he tried to rest. This was no make-believe monstrosity, Twisted reality no. His nightmare was very real. A flood of memories of a time passed, not the lean muscular man he was today, but a determined, stressed little boy who despite surrounded by people. Despite the new acquaintances he had been grouped with he felt very alone in the world, even more so during these memories.  This day was like any other for the young steely-blue-eyed child. The room he was escorted to was full of people older than him. Teenagers range from thirteen to nineteen. He had just clicked passed his twelfth birthday though getting a year older didn’t change anything. Except for a test that would come soon, one that would set a course for the youngster.  He had just finished getting out of bed making it to precise instructions, he would not get food till after first training. If he earned it. They started with stretches typical things to keep the body limber and room to grow muscles. Strength training and cardio came next. Constantly everyone was pushed if you thought you could only do ten pushups, they wanted you to do fifteen still complaining yelling in pain that meant you had the energy to do more.  Run further, run faster, be better, be stronger All of them here had been told the same thing and believed the lie because who wouldn't want to be an agent of good in the world? What child who now had no parents wouldn’t want to be a hero... Or a superhero if you were lucky enough to have powers. Yet none of that meant anything without training, dedication and of course loyalty to the organization helping them focus.  Exhausted and tired from the stress and strain of pressing their bodies to the limit and beyond. There was a double tap from the glass pane above looming over the work out area was a man everyone knew, loved even to a degree as well as hated to see. Dr Viktor could be a loving father figure, but he was also a source of all their pain and agony. He kept them pushing themselves to be heroes, to make him proud.  That double tap meant lining up and being given a random partner you were told to fight them until one gave up, or fell unconscious picked at random. It did not matter if you were ten or twenty you were told to find a way to win. The only stipulation was no use of powers because several people in the room were not powered. Who were training purely to be agents.  Damien, being the youngest member at twelve years old, was always at a severe disadvantage most of the time. The only saving grace? Those that lost were paired again. Beaten, battered and bruised. In some cases, barely conscious. You lost the last fight, there were consequences, and they were more than just not leaving to eat. So, by the time the numbers dwindled his youthful stubborn energy was his saving grace he was never last.   A flick of the dream goes by. Blood splatters as fists and leges pummeled his face and shoulders from older more experienced fighters. Being put into positions where he could no longer breath, or having his shoulder torn from its socket. Flick the dream moved forward to raging fists and tackling larger forms to the ground by their legs moving to their chest pummeling them in the face repeatedly screaming in anger until being pulled away. Flick of the dream After that you were sent to the mess hall to eat... Not socialize you were given only so long to eat, and if you didn't eat everything then too bad the adults would take away your food and trash it right Infront of you.  Flick forward to a new scene in a classroom. Instructors teach martial skills Muay Tai, Jiu jitsu, Wrestling, Krav Maga and more. For as long as you were here you were learning new ways to fight standing or on the ground. He was too young for firearms physically not strong enough to handle to kick back of handguns or more, besides a .22. However, that did not stop them from forcing him to disassemble and reassemble the bigger guns. Clean them and care for them even if for now in this memory he was too weak to properly wield one.  Flick the dream forward again. The pounding drums in his skull thrummed heavy as the strain flooded the brain tissue with blood. Power training was not too different from fighting class. Paired against a mirror power, in his case another Telekinetic. Here physical contact was forbidden, not that anyone had the physical strength left for a fist fight.  The person across from him was sixteen and although Damien was put into the special program for his potential at such a young age that hardly meant he was good right now, Kinetic waves lashed out at one another the pressure in the tiny room suffocatingly dense two competing waves of two thousand newtons of force. Constantly wavering and rippling in the air around them as they fought for dominance over each other. To be the victor and let out of the cramped room.  A voice outside. Viktor giving encouraging words. “You can push yourself harder. I believe in you. Be the superhero you are meant to be.” Viktor never chose a side seeming to encourage all at the same time. The sensation of blood trickling from his nose, skull thrumming.  They had been locked in a stalemate for what could have been an eternity, but Damien could feel himself slipping as the blood dripped from his nose in a clot of snot and blood. From the tiny room a child and a teenager scream at one another in primal fit of survival and rage until silence and a dull thud. A weak knock to be let out, Damien was not the one to walk away, not that he was meant to Viktor had a suspicion about the newest and youngest recruit of such kinetic promise knew he would evolve, with the right push.  Flick again through the dream Damian awoke to a disheartening sensation leather strap were taught against his wrists and ankles, the feeling of wood beneath his limbs. He could not help the automatic twitch and struggle. He knew where he was at, a dark room where he would only find pain.  “I see your awake.” Came the familiar voice of Dr Viktor The feeling of a cool sponge on his face removing the blood lines that had streaked down his face from the strenuous kinetic battle. It was a false nicety like giving a sponge bath to a death row inmate about to get the chair. “Now that you are awake Damien. I want you to lift this ten lbs. weight. “I... Can't” The weakened twelve-year-old squeaked out through exhaustion, pain and fear.  “You did it yesterday and held it for thirty minutes, and I was so very proud of you wasn’t I? Surely you could just lift it from the ground one time then, yes?” Viktor questioned him with such a voice that made you want to, to have your father proud of you again instead of the current disappointment that he was now.  “But I didn't...” Damien began to protest the fact yesterday he didn't have both fights in the same day but was cut short quickly. “But what? You were not tired with a few bumps and scrapes and a headache? You think someone who saves the country stops because he has a little boo boo? A superhero who saves the world lays down because he has a headache instead of getting up and stopping a meteor? Of course not. Now son... Lift the weight.”  To call Damiens injuries minor was a gross understatement. He had two swollen black eyes, a hairline cracked rib, a bruised collar bone arm that had been pulled out of socket but reset. His brain felt like someone had taken a molten ice-cream scoop and dug around for gold, not finding it.  Careening his head forward to even see the weight through blurry vision and swollen eyes. He tried, grunting in the attempt straining against the leather bonds that kept him aloft, but to no avail. Resting back against the board in a failed attempt through sheer exhaustion and pain. There was a long-disappointed sigh. “No please..” Damien began to beg as he felt the bounds tighten and pulled his small frame to fuller length.  “Again...” came the commanding voice, Damien struggled against the binds reaching with his mind to try and lift the weight barely scooting it on the ground to make a sound. Fear of the repercussion sending him spiraling desperate to life that stupid weight, blood once more began to pool from his nose from the strain. To no avail. Another disappointed sigh. “I know you can do this Damien..” Viktor sighed heavily shaking his head as Damien began to plead with him. “I’m so disappointed in your actions today.”  There it was. That fatherly disappointment in his voice as he nodded to an unseen individual, The binds tightened until his tiny wrists locked down to the wooden boards grinding his knuckles into the grain. Damien tried to move to give some relief but couldn't as his body stretch thin. The shoulder re dislocated which only gave temporary relief but they continued now, stretching beyond their limits. His screams filling the room in agonizing pain.  Flick forward Damien laying on top of his bed. A good moment. He saw the face of Alona, a Yong woman of Native American lineage maybe the age of sixteen. “Here Damien hold this...” She had to force it into his hands. A tiny Lily she had formed from a simple seed in her hand but seconds ago. “You will feel better soon. Alona was the caretaker of their special project group able to grow plant life from a simple seed even in the harshest of conditions. She was also able to transfer it’s life energy to another person granting them accelerated healing “Rest Damien you will feel better.” Darkness claimed him.  Flick again to the final part of the dream, He knew it was only days after his torture. He had been so weak he lost every fight without question, had been left to starve and be in solitary confinement for doing so. Till now He sat on the chest of a boy only a few years old than him maybe fourteen. He had forced him unconscious.  As Damien sat victorious of the boys chest from near feral display of aggression desperately wanting to eat. There was a tap on the glass as Viktors voice came over a loudspeaker. “Finish the job.” Causing Damien to look confused. “Today he is your most dangerous enemy, and why give him another chance to kill others when end a threat it is no longer a problem.” Damien looked to some of the others around noticing all the young kids around their age had been already shuffled out of the room leaving only nearly adults. “So, him how it’s done.”One of the older men moved to hover over Damien and the young boy grabbing his hands and placed them around the kid's throat telling him to squeeze with all he had and to not let go till Viktor says so. Damien looked bewildered at the concept he didn't want to kill this kid he was a fellow potential agent. Why do this? “Damien you are disappoint...” He did not finish the sentence as Damien squeezed the boy's neck with all his little might. Feeling him gasp and struggle in his unconsciousness, until conscious and he began to struggle but to weak battered and already low on Oxygen this struggle was over before it begun it only made the scar deeper in Damien’s mentality.  Damien acted on fear and instinct, fear of going back into a box and starving to death. Feral in his motivation and actions. Long before being able to drive, or kiss a girl. Go to prom or learn to shave. Damien had committed murder. It would not be the last. Not the last of that year or even a month. They say you never forget your first. Damien remembered the face but not the name. To many more bodies buried onto of it to bother recalling that. A total of six year spent there going through these events and more. The four years following that first kill Damien was no longer that bright eyes little boy. They had taken that from him now they had a prized murderer who would never disappoint Viktor again, well till the accident that led to his escape.  Drenched in sweat he shot up from the bed breathing heavy Steel-blue eyes darting around the room spotting things in his room purposefully to trigger his mind to realize he was not in fact back in that place...no longer a child even though going back there made him feel like it all over again.

1) Cleaning - Bowie is really quick to clean up any messes in her home, or a mess she causes in someone else’s home. She doesn’t like mess. If she causes a mess she can’t just leave it until later or let someone else clean her mess up.   2) White Noise - Bowie falls asleep to the sounds of her white noise machine every night. She has become so accustomed to it. If she travels she has an app on her phone that she uses.   3) Cuisine - Bowie loves cooking Italian cuisine, it’s the type of food she cooks the most. If you are coming over for dinner chances are you are getting something Italian.   4) Early Bird - Bowie wakes up early everyday, and never sleeps in. She loves getting up and getting things done. She feels accomplished when she has a few tasks done before work.   5) Fruity and Floral - Bowie loves fruity and floral scents. All her shampoos, conditioners, body washes and perfumes are all fruity or floral scented.

1. Red: Rowena really loves the colour red and will wear any shade of red any chance she gets. It’s her colour, she loves it, and nothing will change that.   2. Bad Sleep: Rowena is a bad sleeper, she never sleeps straight through. She always wakes up at least three times during the night.   3. Promptness: Rowena hates being late so always ensures she is early for everything. If she knows it’s a long journey or it’s going to be busy on the road, she plans ahead and leaves earlier.   4. Makeup: Rowena does her makeup every single day. She feels good when she has makeup on. She doesn’t always go full glam, in fact ‘no makeup makeup’ is her go too makeup look.   5. Odd Socks: Rowena can never wear odd socks. She always puts her socks into balls so she always has a matching pair, and never wears mismatched socks. She doesn’t understand how anyone could wear odd socks.