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VALEN T.

VALEN T.

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and i hit it like it’s all mine
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Hi and welcome to Chili's Botanica Weddings, the best, most luxurious wedding planning service available to you. We strive to make your special day the most incredible day of your lives and If you're seeing this, we hope we were able to achieve just that!

After you have submitted your forms at the front desk, we worked gratuitously to tailor a post-wedding, honeymoon package that would cater to both, yours and your partner's, expressed wishes and filled-out answers.

We'll be sending you a follow-up email soon, attached with more details and niceties about your trip. In the meantime, feel free to look around, and don't hesitate to ask any questions you have - our agents will get back to you as soon as possible!


*Note: the name of the wedding planning service mentioned above, Botanica Weddings, is fictitious and any resemblance to already-existing agencies and businesses is purely coincidental.


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should’ve paid that woman more mind
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There's a reason why every King needs a Queen to rule with propriety, and said "reason" is found within a simple, black-and-white game of classic chess: the King needs his Queen to survive. She runs the show behind the scenes and she protects him when his own servants refuse to submit, refuse to bow.

That's... how every classic fairytale goes, right?

The fairytale our parents promised us late at night when they tucked us in bed, kissed us goodnight. If only they'd told us how cruel the real world is instead of drilling our heads with fruitless ideas of love and happy endings. As Ebenezer Scrooge once said, and I quote: "Bah, humbug!"

It's nonsense.

In the real world, women are seen as inferior, lowly beings. They're merely trophies to wealthy business tycoons; and more women you have on-hand, the more polished your name and status become. But it's not just women they want, oh no, no, no: it's too easy to buy a hooker from one of those shady brothels, there's no way you can impress anyone with just those. People want to see wives: they want to see women devoting their lives for your sorry-ass, kissing your feet after you return from work tired and irritable.

It's sad but it's our reality.

The situation has definitely improved over the years but who's to say what transpires, what conspires behind the drawn curtains? Because amongst the upper class, the vile act of arranged marriage is still imposed on innocent youngsters for the sake of conceiving an heir and running the family business!

Money can buy you happiness - fuck anyone who says so otherwise. But love and loyalty? From someone who isn't lacking in fortunes either?

Well... we can put that to test right here.

Right now.


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tell me, did you get the news?
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Pairings:

• Violent Delight x Warning Sign
.. truthofself truthofself & vesper. vesper.

• Capricious Prince x Iridescent Riptide
.. izayoiix izayoiix & @arbiter

• Fickle Abstraction x Holographic Flashbang
.. VALEN T. VALEN T. & thirteen thirteen

• Aeonian Dream x Golden Keeper
.. erzulie erzulie & DarkiusHeavenstein DarkiusHeavenstein



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Violent Delight — truthofself truthofself
With mysterious eyes that glint like the edge of a blade, and a powerful personality that asks—no, demands your attention, he's the worst and simultaneously, the best thing that could ever happen to you - it all depends on the situation you catch him in. While he can be playful and charming, the other side of the coin is just as deadly and lethal: he has a hard time accepting errors and moments that don't go exactly according to plan so you best play along. Don't want to end up like the last man that double-crossed him, right? No one ever heard about that because that's just the upper hand money can buy you.
TL;DR: he's the impatient fucker with anger management issues.


Capricious Prince — izayoiix izayoiix
The epitome of every Jason and Brian in your everyday, low-budget teen romance movies: he's the man every girl dreams of marrying at one point in her life, and we don't blame them. Who wouldn't fall for that megawatt smile and chiselled jaw? He's been confessed to by countless people and praised all his life, it's not surprising that he allowed it to get to his head. Which is exactly why he wants a partner that can level him and isn't afraid to tell them exactly where they're lacking and how they can "better" themselves. Strap in, girls and boys, and get ready for the biggest guilt-trip of your life.
TL;DR: he's a patronizing asshole disguised as Prince Charming.


Fickle Abstraction — VALEN T. VALEN T.
It's what growing up as the youngest in an extremely successful household does to you: makes you question whether you'll ever be something other than a diamond that reflects your siblings' achievements, whether you'd swap lives with the next pedestrian you see behind the seven-figure fast car you bought last weekend, whether you even deserve to stand amidst your magnate family members, your mogul siblings, your own parents. It started sometime in his mid-teen years: when he shut off his emotions, turned the switch off to his own wants and desires and faced the girl his parents set him up with. "Will you love me?" He'd kissed her for good measure, "Always." (They lasted about two weeks.)
TL;DR: he's the compulsive liar with verbal skills that could rival a door-to-door salesman selling essential oils to soccer moms in the suburb.


Golden Keeper — DarkiusHeavenstein DarkiusHeavenstein
He really should've paid attention in seventh grade when one of his classmates gave that presentation on how money is an unfaithful lover: it will take you wherever you wish, give you the taste of freedom but never let you take the wheel because... little did his thirteen-year-old self know, at the age of ___, he'd end up signing a metaphorical slave contract, selling his entire self off to acquiring more, accumulating more. It doesn't matter how he gets his dirty little hands on it; be it by blackmailing smaller businesses, drafting misleading contracts, seducing CEOs - he'll do whatever it takes because after all, according to him and what he proudly tells his co-workers over drinks, if you can still count your money, you aren't rich enough.
TL;DR: he's the sneaky, sleazy, sly gold-digger who'll be eyeing your watch before deciding if you're worth "pursuing."


Holographic Flashbang — thirteen thirteen
She's the icon that not only the women in our society need, but the men equally so if not more: the perfect example of harmonious and professional, having found an equilibrium between balancing her personal life and devoting time to herself while maintaining a hectic, full-bodied career at the same time. You won't ever catch her slipping on camera and her Twitter feed is filled with nothing but positivity. She's very open about her past life and struggles, letting every girl in the world know that it is possible to start from scratch and build an empire. Patience is key and she's got tons.
TL;DR: she's a self-made queen who frequently holds seminars to promote mental health and well-being.


Aeonian Dream — erzulie erzulie
Born with a silver spoon shoved three metres up her ass, to say she's a little bit of a brat would be a major understatement. From a young age, her parents spoiled her and bought her her every wish before it even managed to leave her lips - and it doesn't help that she was their only child and constantly hogging the spotlight to all their attention. They overlooked her increasingly disrespectful attitude, blinded by rose-coloured glasses of love and splurged and splurged on their only daughter. Weekend trips to Tokyo, Spain, Bordeaux weren't uncommon either. Neither were seeing her Snap stories filled with pictures of customized jet planes, holy fuck.
TL;DR: she's daddy's precious princess with a god complex bigger than Faye Dunaway's ego.


Iridescent Riptide — @arbiter
Referred to by the masses as Nation's Fairy and Nation's Little Sister, she might actually be some kind of God-descent angel sent to motivate the rest of humanity to improve on some of their "less gallant" qualities - as she likes to phrase it. She's a sweetheart who'll bring her entire precinct floor coffee during her morning round and remember everyones' orders down to a tee. It is her extremely gregarious that's earned her an antagonistic mass of haters as well, and it may or may not also have something to do with the video that leaked last year of her [doing something problematic]...
TL;DR: she's an absolute dear who'll greet you with a smile every morning but won't hesitate to square you the fuck up if you take advantage of her compassion.


Warning Sign — vesper. vesper.
She swears she doesn't have a personal agenda against your sorry ass but it's really difficult to tell with her sparkling eyes and amused simper, the dice she mindlessly tosses from one hand to another before rolling them onto the wooden board sitting in between both of you and smiling, "Chess is my game, love." The frayed thread doesn't tie up, do they? And yet, you believe her like the fool you are, flowing like putty in her hands while she pulls on your ripped edges. You almost make it too easy, to be honest.
TL;DR: the two-faced manipulative freak who's 100% out to get to you behind your back - and no, for the last time, it doesn't matter what you didn't do.
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and i hit it like it’s all mine
should’ve paid that woman more mind
tell me, did you get the news?
she ain’t fuckin’ with you no more ​






Hi and welcome to Chili's Botanica Weddings, the best, most luxurious wedding planning service available to you. We strive to make your special day the most incredible day of your lives and If you're seeing this, we hope we were able to achieve just that!

After you have submitted your forms at the front desk, we worked gratuitously to tailor a post-wedding, honeymoon package that would cater to both, yours and your partner's, expressed wishes and filled-out answers.

We'll be sending you a follow-up email soon, attached with more details and niceties about your trip. In the meantime, feel free to look around, and don't hesitate to ask any questions you have - our agents will get back to you as soon as possible!


*Note: the name of the wedding planning service mentioned above, Botanica Weddings, is fictitious and any resemblance to already-existing agencies and businesses is purely coincidental.


A/N: choose any of the icons on the left of the desktop screen to navigate between the different windows, and click/tap the x on the top right of any window to close it.


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There's a reason why every King needs a Queen to rule with propriety, and said "reason" is found within a simple, black-and-white game of classic chess: the King needs his Queen to survive. She runs the show behind the scenes and she protects him when his own servants refuse to submit, refuse to bow.

That's... how every classic fairytale goes, right?

The fairytale our parents promised us late at night when they tucked us in bed, kissed us goodnight. If only they'd told us how cruel the real world is instead of drilling our heads with fruitless ideas of love and happy endings. As Ebenezer Scrooge once said, and I quote: "Bah, humbug!"

It's nonsense.

In the real world, women are seen as inferior, lowly beings. They're merely trophies to wealthy business tycoons; and more women you have on-hand, the more polished your name and status become. But it's not just women they want, oh no, no, no: it's too easy to buy a hooker from one of those shady brothels, there's no way you can impress anyone with just those. People want to see wives: they want to see women devoting their lives for your sorry-ass, kissing your feet after you return from work tired and irritable.

It's sad but it's our reality.

The situation has definitely improved over the years but who's to say what transpires, what conspires behind the drawn curtains? Because amongst the upper class, the vile act of arranged marriage is still imposed on innocent youngsters for the sake of conceiving an heir and running the family business!

Money can buy you happiness - fuck anyone who says so otherwise. But love and loyalty? From someone who isn't lacking in fortunes either?

Well... we can put that to test right here.

Right now.


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Pairings:

• Violent Delight x Warning Sign
.. truthofself truthofself & vesper. vesper.

• Capricious Prince x Iridescent Riptide
.. izayoiix izayoiix & @arbiter

• Fickle Abstraction x Holographic Flashbang
.. VALEN T. VALEN T. & thirteen thirteen

• Aeonian Dream x Golden Keeper
.. erzulie erzulie & DarkiusHeavenstein DarkiusHeavenstein



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Violent Delight — truthofself truthofself
With mysterious eyes that glint like the edge of a blade, and a powerful personality that asks—no, demands your attention, he's the worst and simultaneously, the best thing that could ever happen to you - it all depends on the situation you catch him in. While he can be playful and charming, the other side of the coin is just as deadly and lethal: he has a hard time accepting errors and moments that don't go exactly according to plan so you best play along. Don't want to end up like the last man that double-crossed him, right? No one ever heard about that because that's just the upper hand money can buy you.
TL;DR: he's the impatient fucker with anger management issues.


Capricious Prince — izayoiix izayoiix
The epitome of every Jason and Brian in your everyday, low-budget teen romance movies: he's the man every girl dreams of marrying at one point in her life, and we don't blame them. Who wouldn't fall for that megawatt smile and chiselled jaw? He's been confessed to by countless people and praised all his life, it's not surprising that he allowed it to get to his head. Which is exactly why he wants a partner that can level him and isn't afraid to tell them exactly where they're lacking and how they can "better" themselves. Strap in, girls and boys, and get ready for the biggest guilt-trip of your life.
TL;DR: he's a patronizing asshole disguised as Prince Charming.


Fickle Abstraction — VALEN T. VALEN T.
It's what growing up as the youngest in an extremely successful household does to you: makes you question whether you'll ever be something other than a diamond that reflects your siblings' achievements, whether you'd swap lives with the next pedestrian you see behind the seven-figure fast car you bought last weekend, whether you even deserve to stand amidst your magnate family members, your mogul siblings, your own parents. It started sometime in his mid-teen years: when he shut off his emotions, turned the switch off to his own wants and desires and faced the girl his parents set him up with. "Will you love me?" He'd kissed her for good measure, "Always." (They lasted about two weeks.)
TL;DR: he's the compulsive liar with verbal skills that could rival a door-to-door salesman selling essential oils to soccer moms in the suburb.


Golden Keeper — DarkiusHeavenstein DarkiusHeavenstein
He really should've paid attention in seventh grade when one of his classmates gave that presentation on how money is an unfaithful lover: it will take you wherever you wish, give you the taste of freedom but never let you take the wheel because... little did his thirteen-year-old self know, at the age of ___, he'd end up signing a metaphorical slave contract, selling his entire self off to acquiring more, accumulating more. It doesn't matter how he gets his dirty little hands on it; be it by blackmailing smaller businesses, drafting misleading contracts, seducing CEOs - he'll do whatever it takes because after all, according to him and what he proudly tells his co-workers over drinks, if you can still count your money, you aren't rich enough.
TL;DR: he's the sneaky, sleazy, sly gold-digger who'll be eyeing your watch before deciding if you're worth "pursuing."


Holographic Flashbang — thirteen thirteen
She's the icon that not only the women in our society need, but the men equally so if not more: the perfect example of harmonious and professional, having found an equilibrium between balancing her personal life and devoting time to herself while maintaining a hectic, full-bodied career at the same time. You won't ever catch her slipping on camera and her Twitter feed is filled with nothing but positivity. She's very open about her past life and struggles, letting every girl in the world know that it is possible to start from scratch and build an empire. Patience is key and she's got tons.
TL;DR: she's a self-made queen who frequently holds seminars to promote mental health and well-being.


Aeonian Dream — erzulie erzulie
Born with a silver spoon shoved three metres up her ass, to say she's a little bit of a brat would be a major understatement. From a young age, her parents spoiled her and bought her her every wish before it even managed to leave her lips - and it doesn't help that she was their only child and constantly hogging the spotlight to all their attention. They overlooked her increasingly disrespectful attitude, blinded by rose-coloured glasses of love and spurlged and spurlged on their only daughter. Weekend trips to Tokyo, Spain, Bordeaux weren't uncommon either. Neither were seeing her Snap stories filled with pictures of customized jet planes, holy fuck.
TL;DR: she's daddy's precious princess with a god complex bigger than Faye Dunaway's ego.


Iridescent Riptide — @arbiter
Referred to by the masses as Nation's Fairy and Nation's Little Sister, she might actually be some kind of God-descent angel sent to motivate the rest of humanity to improve on some of their "less gallant" qualities - as she likes to phrase it. She's a sweetheart who'll bring her entire precinct floor coffee during her morning round and remember everyones' orders down to a tee. It is her extremely gregarious that's earned her an antagonistic mass of haters as well, and it may or may not also have something to do with the video that leaked last year of her slapping some man in a glass elevator...
TL;DR: she's an absolute dear who'll greet you with a smile every morning but won't hesitate to square you the fuck up if you take advantage of her compassion.


Warning Sign — vesper. vesper.
She swears she doesn't have a personal agenda against your sorry ass but it's really difficult to tell with her sparkling eyes and amused simper, the dice she mindlessly tosses from one hand to another before rolling them onto the wooden board sitting in between both of you and smiling, "Chess is my game, love." The frayed thread doesn't tie up, do they? And yet, you believe her like the fool you are, flowing like putty in her hands while she pulls on your ripped edges. You almost make it too easy, to be honest.
TL;DR: the two-faced manipulative freak who's 100% out to get to you behind your back - and no, for the last time, it doesn't matter what you didn't do.


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[div class=tag]nickname:[/div] Rene, Rina, Illeana, Leana - the last two are used ONLY by those she allows

[div class=tag]gender:[/div] female

[div class=tag]age:[/div] 34

[div class=tag]sexuality:[/div] bisexual

[div class=tag]role:[/div] holographic flashbang

[div class=tag]dob:[/div] sept. 15

[div class=tag]zodiac:[/div] virgo

[div class=tag]nationality:[/div] chennai, india

[div class=tag]education:[/div] Attended Harvard for both graduate and undergraduate: Has a B.A in International Relations, has a J.D from Harvard Law. Went back to India wrote the Civil Services Prelim and Mains exam, passing with top marks, passed the Interview, was named as an IFS (Indian Foreign Service) officer. Then was accepted as an UN ambassador for the country.

[div class=tag]occupation:[/div] United Nations Ambassador of India

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[div class=tag]height:[/div] 5'4

[div class=tag]weight:[/div] 120 lbs

[div class=tag]eye color:[/div] dark brown

[div class=tag]hair color:[/div] dark

[div class=tag]hair type:[/div] wavy, frizzy when untamed

[div class=tag]body type:[/div] mesomorph, petite

[div class=tag]skin tone:[/div] fair, honeyed tones

[div class=tag]dist. marks:[/div] dimples in her cheeks when she smiles.

[div class=tag]body mods:[/div] just earrings, nothing else.

[div class=tag]scars:[/div] one across her palm, another across her back.

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[div class=tag]likes:[/div] Her work, Andrew, the feeling when you take your heels off after a long day, wine, dogs, success, talking about her past and influencing others, reading, intellectual challenges, romance, movies, ice cream, cereal, procrastinating, travelling, galas, fancy dinners, museums, her twitter feed, her audience.

[div class=tag]dislikes:[/div] Running (if you run outside of elementary school PE, you're a monster), arrogance, infidelity, betrayal, being uncomfortable, maths, margaritas, being underestimated, having her work being attributed to her wealth, being misunderstood, pillows that don't support your body, being sick, and being yelled at. > : (

[div class=tag]theme song:[/div] Wonderland - Caravan Palace

[div class=tag]theme song:[/div] Comics - Caravan Palace

[div class=tag]theme song:[/div] Looking Like this - Lyre le Temps

[div class=tag]theme song:[/div] Stay Lost - Joe Hertz

[div class=tag]theme song:[/div] April - Caravan Palace

[div class=tag]fears:[/div] That she'll die before she completes her legacy.

[div class=tag]ambitions:[/div] She wants to show the world how a poor, overlooked orphan managed to be one of the most powerful, wealthiest women in the world. And she wants the rich to suffer knowing that she wasn't born into comfort. She wants to die with her name being a common household one.
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Being an orphan was neither a positive or a negative experience. Irene’s early days consisted of her waking up early to walk to school, surrounded with the excited chatters of her classmates. Some days, when she had found some spare change or extra money, Irene could sidle up to the vendor, asking for steaming hot idly cakes that she choked down with spicy chutney and cold water. She’d return to the home only late, hands occupied with steaming bundles of hot snacks from her bosses, soon to be shared with her bunkmates. The masters of her orphanage vacillated between cruel and kind—low marks were reprimanded with the sharp sting of a caning stick—kids who excelled at the top of the class earned special privileges. Irene herself had a healthy mix of both, often times her stinging cheek and hands would result better grades and scores on her exams.

Nevertheless, Irene was quite happy with where she was. Sure, she grew up in the slums, where even a drink of water was hard to obtain, but it was home. She knew everyone. She was the one helping with Rathna aunty gave birth to her son, the one who patted the little stay dog that followed her on her way home every single day. Her high school years continued in the same unremarkable flourish, and she found herself striving for high marks more and more. Despite her internal ambitions, she was patient with her classmates and taught until the early rays of dawn, soothing bruised cheeks and wiping away tears of frustration from her friends’ faces. She was the loving older sister of the slum, the one who yanked up the pants of her white salwar kameez to play with the younger kids in the mud.

Despite her close association with her hometown, Irene couldn’t help but feel as though there was something else that she had to be doing, something that didn’t involve complacency. Her dark eyes fixated on something else—the national board exams. She studied every single night, borrowing textbooks from her seniors (even though they insisted that the material was outdated and changed), even walking three miles to attend tuition. Her feet and hands paid the price, often swollen and cracked from the physical strain accompanied with the heavy emotional labor, but if you had asked her about her plans, Irene would have smiled and said that she was on her way, never making a single complaint.

The day came for her results—all of the seniors who had seen her studying had gathered outside—she sat on the back of someone’s bike, on the rusty iron platform, palms sweating. She ran, neatly weaving into the conglomeration of people that gathered in front of the long list of names. She didn’t find her name anywhere, she searched the middle, the end—no. Had she failed?

No. Her name was at the top, written in a bold typeface. She had passed, missing only one question, and had assumed the number one ranking in a national exam. That number, one, seemed to open so many doors for her. The career possibilities were endless: she had scored high enough to choose any career. Government schools sent representatives—they’d pay for her tuition if she came to their school. Private colleges were more subtle in their attempts to sway her to their side—after all, she entrance into the school would be a major loss in revenue of the spot she occupied.

Surprisingly, it was a young man in a dark blue blazer that sealed the deal for her. His name was Murali Krishnan, the dean of school of a place that Irene hadn’t even allowed herself to consider the possibility of. Harvard. She spent four years there, getting her BA in International Relations, and loved it so much that she stayed there for another four years, completing her graduate schooling there as well. She loved Massachusetts: the cold weather was a pleasant contrast from her humid younger days, and the people were nice. She fell in love with the coffee, the fashion, the culture—and she wondered what else she had missed out on.

Upon completing her education, Irene returned home, memory fresh of what she had seen in America and how she wanted the same basics to be given to everyone in her home country. She wanted to put in a bid to be an Indian Foreign Service (IFS) officer—a stepping stone to becoming an ambassador. She took the United Service Public Commission exam, passing with high marks once more—and for her area of concentration, she chose her hometown. Under her careful guidance, the slums that had had been her home for so long grew exponentially. Basic amenities were common, the younger generation truly given a chance to excel—Irene’s vision wasn’t an individual attempt: it was a collective effort.

Her work received public attention, and a higher-up submitted her name as a bid to have her as the UN ambassador of the country. On her way to the interview, Irene stopped at a temple, doing the customary ritual of seeking blessings and good will on the way to something important. With her forehead neatly marked in a line of kumkum turmeric powder, she made her way to the interview, embarking on the newest part of her life.

As a UN ambassador, her salary also increased exponentially—but the reach of her influence knew no bounds. As a primary political figure, her extent surpassed all the other political leaders of the country. Her name was a common household one, commonly referred to as “akka” or “big sister” endearingly. Women, overjoyed at how she maintained her balance in her personal and work life, called her “ilayathalapathy”.

Some think that her positive and optimistic attitude and gentle composure is the greatest evidence of her naïveté, but in reality, Irene is quite cunning. She knows how to make the greediest hands let go of their bills, to spin a situation in a light where she gets what she wants. If you underestimate her, you fall for her trap. That being said, Irene is quite an idealist—if she knows what she wants, she’ll stop at no extent to achieve it.

That is where she made her biggest mistake. During a particular campaign for the reduction of healthcare prices to staggeringly low prices, a tycoon who profited from the money that filtered in from his chain of private hospitals grew uneasy. After several threats against her, J.K. Sharma finally took action. Luckily enough for Irene, the first attempt against her life was a failure—but resulted in the appointment of a personal bodyguard.

Right now, the current story is that Andrew was a scorned ex-Secret Service agent, fired for seeing something that he wasn’t supposed to see. With his job taken away, name blacklisted, and no family to live for, the despondent young man had apparently tried to jump in front of a subway, luckily being yanked back by Irene at the right time. So when the time came, the man was ready to be her bodyguard. There have been multiple rumors of the UN ambassador and her bodyguard sharing an intimate relationship, and neither of them confirm nor deny anything of that sort. Andrew’s easily her best friend, her loyal confidant—and their loyalty to one another is hard to transcend.

Irene’s in a mad rush to make sure that she has someone to carry out her will—and that her name becomes something that no one will ever forget. She wants the rich to cower in fear as they realize that a short, petite woman who grew up with two sets of clothes for the most of her younger life was able to capture the world.



[div class=tagb]secret[/div] that's classified. must be approved by India's Homeland Security force.

[div class=tagb]trivia[/div]- Irene is a great addition to any party when she's drunk off her ass. She's a bit of a lightweight, so it doesn't take her long to get that hammered.

[div class=tagb]trivia[/div]- Irene is an exceptionally excellent dancer.

[div class=tagb]trivia[/div]- She's a major electro-swing enthusiast.

[div class=tagb]trivia[/div]- She was in a relationship for a short period of time with actor Ethan Howards, but after two years, that relationship ended. No one knows why.

[div class=tagb]trivia[/div]- When particularly upset, Irene's accent starts to make an appearance and grows thicker with her increasing anger.

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[div class=tagb]Andrew Ward[/div]- Her bodyguard, her ride or die. This man knows everything about her, from the pen she likes to sign documents with to the breathy sighs and moans when his hands are exploring the reach of her body. She saved him once, now he's dedicated his life to saving her. The man is absolutely devoted to her and no one else. He's quite emotionless when it comes to people (Irene's nicknamed him the T1000 because of his robot-like countenance) but with her, he's putty. He has a bad feeling about all the people Irene's surrounded by--doesn't trust any of them. One thing's for certain--Irene's the woman who has the potential to change the world for the better, and he'll stick by her side, even if that means he has to die along the way.

[div class=tagb]Ethan Howards[/div]- classified. (try getting her drunk, she'll open up real quick.)

[div class=tagb]Marcel Reitz Ackerman[/div]- Oh dear. She swears it was a joke--she hadn't expected his parents to take her so literally. After a global summit with a series of lectures, Marcel Reitz Ackerman walked into her life, bringing a tempest of a whole lot of crazy shit in her life. She married him for one thing and one thing only: for someone to carry out everything listed in her will when the time comes. She loves and adores his family--she sometimes calls his mother for advice, other times his father when asking for information. She's not too pleased with being married to Ackerman, probably because she feels so guilty about the whole ordeal. Whatever--she won't be his problem soon.
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    simon xu.

    chinese name​
    xu ximen
    nickname​
    xuxi, si, semen
    alias​
     online,, sixu

    gender​
    male
    nationalility​
    american/chinese
    ethnicity​
    asian

    age​
    25
    date of birth​
    janurary 1st, 19XX
    zodiac​
    capricorn

    sexual attractions​
    pansexual
    romantic attractions​
    biromantic
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[div class=textbox style="font-family: Lobster;"][div class=scroll][div class=tag]faceclaim[/div] sam claflin. [div class=tag]appearance[/div] at six foot and two inches tall, many would suspect that he'd be the tallest in the room. that is definitely not the case. caleb is known for slouching low in his chair or against the wall, letting his head fall forward so his dark blonde curls fall and cover his green eyes, allowing him to try and sneak in a nap even while in a meeting. due to his family running a large mechanics chain, he spent a lot of time out in the sun, earning him his tan complexion that half the time has at least one smudge of oil on it when he doesn't have any events penned in his schedule. he doesn't care too much about his appearance even though he's been gushed at his whole life, and it's because of the fact that even when he doesn't care how he looks that he's been complimented that his ego is as large as it is.[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabsContent tabsContent3" style="display: none;"]
[div class=textbox style="font-family: Lobster;"][div class=scroll][div class=tag]personality[/div] known to most as an asshole, due to his general lack of social skills when dealing with others outside of his family. although if you ask his sister, she'll be happy to inform you of how he's an idiot and multiple other insulting endearments. it's true, caleb is pretty much asshole and he has no problems proving it to others. he's a man who knows what he wants when he wants something and he won't let anything get in his way, even if he has to cut someone down to do it. he doesn't like dealing with people on a good day, and on a bad day, his looks can stop someone cold. while caleb is either indifferent and half asleep or seemingly pissed off with everyone around him, when he's with those he truly trusts and cares for, like his family, he can be someone completely different. with family, his actions show his intentions louder than his words ever will, especially since he's not one for long speeches in the first place. [div class=tag]likes[/div] naps ; chocolate ; sushi ; dogs ; family. [div class=tag]dislikes[/div] abuse ; waking up early ; dealing with rochelle's rants ; talking to people ; liars. [div class=tag]fears[/div] losing his family ; failing someone close to him. [div class=tag]theme song[/div] fuck, i'm lonely | lauv ft. anne marie.[/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabsContent tabsContent4" style="display: none;"]
[div class=textbox style="font-family: Lobster;"][div class=scroll][div class=tag]background[/div] born the only son to jon and jolie isaac, caleb learned early on that it was better for him to be seen and not heard. especially when his father took such lessons to the extreme with a belt or whatever else he had on hand that could do some damage. his father was a member of the board of a popular company, where he did whatever possible to gain himself more money. he met jolie through a fellow board member, and due to business contracts, the two entered into an arranged marriage. if you ask jon, nothing good came from his marriage. if you ask jolie? despite all the hardships of her abusive, drunk, and gambling addictive husband, she wouldn't change a thing since it gave her her children. caleb's whole childhood, he knew better than to anger his father. his mother had drilled it into his head early on to stay quiet if his father came into the room. seeing as he was a pretty laid back kid, it wasn't too hard for him to manage, but to a drunk imbecile, any little thing was done wrong. and caleb and jolie always did something wrong. by the time he was ten, they had fallen into a routine, only to find out that his father's mistress had fallen pregnant. the isaac family only learned of this when they received a call from the hospital stating that the woman had passed, but the baby survived. jon wanted to leave the baby to the authorities, but it was on this that jolie put her foot down. she knew they had a loveless marriage and she didn't want anything from the man she had to call husband. she had her son, and now, she had a daughter. rochelle fit in with jolie and caleb immediately. caleb was already extremely overprotective of his mother, and he hated to just stand aside when his father took his anger out on his mother, but she had made it clear that she didn't want him to get in between them. however, now he was an older brother. that was a whole different game to play. caleb was twelve, and rochelle was two when jon stumbled home one night, drunk and rambling about how terrible his day had been. it was late in the night and caleb had been in his sister's room, when jon had stumbled in and raised his hand to rochelle, not even realizing caleb was there. he immediately stopped the man and threatened him if he ever tried to touch his sister again. unfortunately a few weeks later, jonathon isaac passed away in an unfortunate accident, leaving his wife jolie to run the family until caleb was old enough to take charge. in front of any media, they played the perfect grieving family, and behind closed doors, they were much happier without the dark cloud hanging over them. time passed and the siblings grew. caleb moved on to attend college where he pursued the only thing outside of family that interested him. cooking. he excelled in his classes, enjoying the challenge to create something new out of random ingredients. it kept him busy and supported his family as he began to make a name for himself. by the time he turned twenty-eight, he branched out on his own, offering his services as a private chef, still having connections with wealthy business men due to his father's contacts. by the time he turned thirty, he was successful enough to slow down on how often he took jobs, preferring to spend more time with his mother and sister, enjoying life. [div class=tag]secrets[/div] at the age of twelve, he may or may not have hired someone to kill his father. [div class=tag]relationships[/div] jonathon isaac | father. jolie isaac | mother. rochelle layne isaac | sister. naia | australian shepherd doberman mix. nina chong | wife. [div class=tag]trivia[/div] always ready to take a nap ; has a secret stash of chocolate near or on him ; surprisingly, is not a food snob.[/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=tabs style="font-family: EB Garamond;"]
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Sebastiano Emiliano Damiani
The Golden Keeper

  • Name
    Sebastiano Emiliano Damiani

    Nicknames
    Seb or Sebby (he will kill you)

    Age
    32

    Date of Birth
    January 14th

    Zodiac
    Capricorn

    Gender
    Male

    Sexuality
    Assumed to be asexual
    Officially Very Very gay

    Romantic Orientation
    Demiromantic

    Nationality
    Full blood Italian Stud, born and raised in Napels

    Educational Qualifications
    ↳ S.J.D. in Human Rights and Criminal law with his research on Human Rights and Prison life on deathrow (which earned him his doctor title)
    ↳ Masters degree in Criminal Law, with as specialisation homicide, murder, manslaughter
    ↳ Masters degree in International Law, with as specialisation Human Rights
    ↳ Bachelor degree in Medical Law
    ↳ Certificate in Forensic Ballistics


    Occupation
    Upperworld: Top criminal law lawyer
    Underworld: Boss Damiani / Camorra

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ofelia borceu
"the warning sign."
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[div class=tag]name.
ofelia sarai borceu.
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feli, fee.
[div class=tag]age.[/div] twenty seven.
[div class=tag]dob.[/div] february 13th.
[div class=tag]zodiac.[/div] aquarius.
[div class=tag]gender.[/div] cis female.
[div class=tag]sexuality.[/div] pansexual.
[div class=tag]romantic orientation.[/div] biromantic.
[div class=tag]nationality.[/div] colombian.
[div class=tag]occupation.[/div] freelance piano instructor.
[div class=tag]education.[/div] the julliard school of music, alumni / piano graduate diploma / did not pursue a doctorate of music after losing interest and breaking up with her mentor. [/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents02"]
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5'6".
[div class=tag]weight.
119lbs.
[div class=tag]hair.[/div] black with slight curls toward the ends, extends down her mid back.
[div class=tag]eyes.[/div] honey brown.
[div class=tag]piercings.[/div] standard ear lobe.
[div class=tag]skin colour.[/div] tan / sun kissed appearance.
[div class=tag]birthmarks.[/div] distorted heart shape on lower back.
[div class=tag]tattoos.[/div] small arrows under left breast / rose behind neck.
[div class=tag]face claim.[/div] cindy kimberly.
[div class=tag]build.[/div] slender with defined curves. [/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents03"]
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fee is the exact definition of the taylor swift lyric "nightmare dressed like a daydream". her face could easily be described as angelic but her words would betray her. she is and always has been a ticking time bomb of recklessness and anger. years of parental fights and traumatic experiences for a young girl have shaped her into a toxic, calculating, selfish being. ofelia has a certain reputation to ruin anything and everything that she touches, twisting it to her favor until it eventually *snaps*. her sweet facade is there to lure you in like a flytrap waiting to catch the innocent insect that attempts to touch it. a friend is foreign concept to the dark haired woman, utilizing those who think they've earned her friendship like tools in her collection of expensive items. people are disposable, after all money will always bring someone else along.
romantically unavailable, ofelia has never had a stable relationship filled with genuine *love* and it's not something that bothers her. she feels empty, uninterested, and honestly bored of the idea of being at the mercy of someone else's feelings for the sake of human contact. there have been many that have tried and failed, making themselves look like clowns when everything falls to shit. sexually enticed, fee prefers to use both men and women at her will to fill her own needs. she abuses the beauty she has inherited to seduce anyone without caring who gets hurt. the explosive switch within her can take a simple conversation to a heated and very violent argument with flying objects everyone and the occasional bitch slap. ofelia knows her place and she hates to see people challenge her control on a situation, making her a very complicated person to interact with on a regular basis. fee tends to butt heads with other dominant personalities.
her act is really that of someone who is petrified to let her emotions drag her into a deep dark hole that she will never be able to escape. too many people around her have allowed their weaknesses to drown them and she refuses to be another example. drowning out her feelings with drugs and alcohol has been a coping mechanism for as long as she can remember and quite honestly she doesn't know if she can stop.
[div class=tag]likes.
dark liquor, wine, dancing, classical music, blondes, galas, jewels, travelling, parties, napping, painting, sexual encounters, swimming.
[div class=tag]dislikes.[/div] being yelled at, crying, tardiness, sweets, coffee, her dad, monogamy, the idea of love, winter, heights, hand cuffs.
[div class=tag]hobbies.[/div] painting flowers, wine tasting, shopping, going on jogs
[div class=tag]fears.[/div] commitment, addiction, her father.
[div class=tag]theme.[/div] wanderlust, the weeknd.
[div class=tag]trivia #1.[/div] she has a collection of large collection of beanie babies.
[div class=tag]trivia #2.[/div] her face is highly requested in plastic surgery clinics located in colombia .
[div class=tag]trivia #3.[/div] she attends a church ceremony every first sunday of the month with her family for "publicity".
[div class=tag]secret.[/div] she has acted as a mule for her father on various occasions for the import of cocaine and girls across international borders, during one instance disposing of the body of a young teen whose body absorbed the drugs and causing her to overdose.
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[div class=tag]mother, griselda borceu-garces.
loving, kind, and weak are the words that ofelia would use to describe her mother. a woman who is so easily by swayed by money and a grand show of emotions repulses the young millionaire. as a child she never found that maternal connection to griselda and instead called her by her full name, her mother never making a big deal of reforming her lack of respect. perhaps the suffocating love is what drove the girl to be so spoiled and ill-mannered.
[div class=tag]father, amado borceu.
the patriarch who rules over his family with harsh words and a strong hand, the person who made ofelia the cold hearted, manipulative bitch that she is. he has made his family into the perfect picture to the public, struggling to control his eldest child and her attempt to do everything in her power to challenge him. his side business as a human trafficker covered by the money of his philanthropy made fee endure violent images as a kid, learning that women were disposable and useless if not hardened with difficult to change attitudes.
[div class=tag]brother, mattias borceu.[/div] the baby of the borceu family and the white sheep, the one who makes fee look bad at anything she does. he is effortlessly elegant, well-mannered, and optimistic which often makes him a victim of his sister's selfish actions. he is currently a free loader, taking a break year from college and sitting home doing charity work for his family's foundation.
[div class=tag]student. marcus lorne[/div] a twenty two year old pianist, best friend to her brother matt and ofelia's number one fan. he sought her out for lessons shortly after she came home from graduating college and has been sexually involved with her ever since. he has an unhealthy romantic obsession with her and is convinced that she is going leave her husband for him. he constantly with her or sleeping over and is not a fan of simon although every now and then he allows himself to be involved in their sexual encounters.
[div class=tag]husband, simon xu.[/div] the toxic poison that oozes from her pores, the man that she can't seem to leave behind, and the only person she has allowed herself to be vulnerable with. he is the person she chose to marry despite their terrible compatibility for the sheer sake of defying her father, who did not favor the man due to his familial history and line of work. their relationship is mostly physical, leaving little room for affection although their help can argue that they are quite revolting in both the sense of loving and fighting.

[div class=tag]biography.[/div] ofelia was born in colombia to a pair of wealthy "business" people, griselda and amado. the led their family into luxury through the chain of human trafficking and a world of narcos, covering their operations under the rouse of the family foundation. the foundation put on a front as a large donor for pro-bono treatment and relocation of starving families, hosting large well kept shelters all over the world. in reality these "shelters" were a large operation to exploit those that were trying to escape poverty, taking first pick at those who looked like they would have easily crushed spirits. some were sold to high bidders while others, mostly young women, were selected to package and transport drugs. on many occasions ofelia discovered her father "playing" with the victims, mistreating them and on one instance even killing a girl who had screamed for help in front of her. this became the norm, even her mother who had sworn to never touch one of the poverty stricken people was easily swayed by her father's fake display of emotion to console her when things went wrong. eventually when mattias was born, her father eased out of the business only taking part in the business when someone of interest came along. a few years later, ofelia was doing her best to forget all of what had happened as a kid with swiped drugs and boys at a boarding school a few hours away from their new home in the states. she became obsessed with watching others suffer at her hand, manipulating their love with the twisted idea of romance that she had manifested. this carried on well into her university years, using music as an escape as well as her mentor, eventually using him for his recommendation then tossing him to the side once she had what she wanted. he became so attached to her that when she rejected him, he resigned his position. this man's abandonment had shocked her as ofelia had always been the one to leave, not the other way around. she decided to end her professional career and went home where she was paraded by her mother at many foundation galas eventually meeting simon. their relationship had a rocky start, their altercations growing in violence with every argument, like volcanoes ready to erupt at any moment. his short temper and quick aggression has made her fall deeper into her addiction, looking for that high after they've finished fighting. [/div][/div][/div] [div class="tabContents tabContents05"]
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NAME
Marcel Reitz Ackermann

NICKNAME
Marc / Mark
Rey
Marcie; oh, how he hates being referred to as this particular name and of course, that's exactly why his sister uses it for him
Ritz; by his cousins

AGE
37

D.O.B.
18th December

ZODIAC
Sagittarius

GENDER
Cis male

SEXUALITY
Pansexual

ROMANTIC
ORIENTATION
Panromantic
Sapiophile; there's something so alluring about talking to someone who knows their subjects inside-out

NATIONALITY
Er ist Deutscher
(He's German)

DEGREES
Double Bachelor's degrees in Environmental and Earth Sciences and Military Sciences
Double Master's degrees in Environmental and Earth Sciences and Forensic Ballistics
Double Doctorate degrees in Environmental Engineering and Forensic Sciences

OCCUPATION
Environmental Engineering / Sciences / Management Professor at Stanford University
Visiting Scholar at various other institutes - including but not confined to the California Institute of Technology, MIT, and UCLA
Member of the Board of Management at Volkswagen AG (functional responsibility of components and procurement)

TRIVIA
A self-proclaimed archery god.
Has a jacob’s ladder piercing he got at the age of seventeen without the consent of his parents. ”It’s ridiculous how much you can accomplish through a little bribery and hefty tipping.”
Swears more than what’s socially acceptable; uses fuck as punctuation and to prove a point.
Fluent in English, German and French. Can make decent conversation in Japanese and Mandarin. Speaks broken Russian (courtesy of his ex-wife.) Knows how to dirty-talk in Italian (courtesy of his little Topino and the wonderful time they spent together.)
Nothing fazes him anymore: he’s read way too many cases about murderers killing their victim by oral mutilation, “This fucking dude bit the dude’s fingers off. What the fuck is he? A rabid-fucking-dog?”
Kölsch for the fucking win, bro! None of these American beers could ever dream of coming close enough to top it, let alone enter the sheer radius of its palatability.
Once treated all the employees of his company to a full-course meal and within the next week, Aqua published a letter of gratitude addressed to him by name on their website, ”Like they damn-right-should’ve! You know how much revenue I brought in for them that night?!”
He was eight when he first asked for pet alpaca. His sister bought him a plushie and said, ”Take good care of him!” Which is what he did for the first three days before he went crying to his parents because, ”Muffin hasn’t eaten anything in three days! He’s going to die!” He bawled for a whole three hours while his sister recorded all of it (and still uses it as blackmail to this day, ”You don’t want this accidentally getting out on Twitter, do you, little brother?”)

SECRET
Has (had) rather... intimate relations with his (legal) students in the past, and even now, occasionally indulges himself.
“Accidentally” pushed one of his past therapists off of a bridge because of extreme paranoia.
Might have once screwed confidential information out of Toyota’s Chief Executive just to sabotage them by launching their own release before and with the same upgrades their competitor was planning to introduce. It was definitely worth it because when their stock market rose, and his father looked him in the eye with a dignified ”Hmph.” (that was about as close to a ”Good job, son!” he’s ever gotten out of the man.)
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FACE
CLAIM
Matthew Daddario

HEIGHT
6' 3"
191 cm

WEIGHT
89 kg
196 lbs

BUILD
Mesomorph from the countless hours he's spent at the gym combined with the late evenings during his college days when he would practice kickboxing.

HAIR
Dark brown with some slight curl. He either keeps it styled in a quiff or casually parted to the side. It is, despite it's unruly appearance at times, incredibly soft and extremely satisfying to run one's fingers through.
He used to keep himself clean shaven but lost the habit sometime in his late twenties when he realised how attractive he actually looked with some light stubble.
If you look close enough, you might even notice the narrow slit in his left eyebrow. He tried following the general "trend" back in high school, under the impression that it would look "cool." It did, no doubt, but from the number of times he buzzed it off with a shaver... hair just refuses to grow back there now.

EYES
A honey-hazel brown

TATTOOS
N/A
However, in high school, he and his "boyfriend" decided to get each other's names tattooed, and Marcel would've been suffering the repercussions today if he hadn't chickened out at the last minute

BIRTHMARKS
None that he knows of?

PIERCINGS
Jacob's / Frenum's ladder

DISTINCT
FEATURE
Definitely his smile. Be it fake or genuine, it is the most endearing part about him: the way sincere compliments threaten a smile to break out on his face and he physically tries to suppress it until he just can’t! And then he'll try to hide in his hands, his arms because that's what gets him flustered and shy and insisting, "No, no, I'm not nearly as amazing as you make me sound, love."

ATTIRE
Casual but classy: his wardrobe consists of either (semi) formal dress shirts and pants or leather jackets and slim fit tees.
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PERSONA
First impressions of Marcel are, more often than not, extremely positive: he's extraverted, inclusive, and amiable. It's extremely easy to hold a conversation with him because he doesn't allow it to drift to awkward small-talk; preferring to get to know the person he's engaged with by asking meaningful questions, and giving thoughtful answers in return.
His colleagues and employees hold a similar opinion and they will not hesitate to sing praises about the hard work he puts in, the effort he makes, and the way he always does more than what's expected of him. As a boss, he's considerate but strict: while he does not oppose a fun and sprightly workplace environment, he will not take kindly to an unfinished or desultory final product. He's terribly cogent and it's possible for him to quell arguments by bringing them to a common ground with articulately forumalted sentences and an eloquence one could not rival even if they tried.
His students... will tell you a different story: they eugolize their Professor's immersion in his lecture because it draws them in and makes the lesson interesting for them too. Marcel likes to form congenial bonds with his students to understand how exactly their minds work to process external stimuli and information so he can deliver his course to them in an efficient manner. Male and female students alike, will most likely always highlight his attractive and captivating aura along with how good he apparently is in bed.

SELF
IMAGE
Quite honestly... Marcel believes he tries too hard to be someone he isn't, putting in more than the necessary amount of effort to surpass expectations and incite envy in others. He has the worst case of "I have low self-esteem but think I'm better than you" because yes, he knows for a fact that there isn't anyone who could stand in his shoes and make it farther than him (he managed to graduate with two doctorates, for goodness sake, that isn't a joke) but at the same time... he feels like he'll never be enough for anyone. He feels like he'll never be able to satisfy anyone else because despite all that he's accomplished in life, he's still done things he regrets: he doesn't believe he's a righteous enough person to deserve any of the fame and glory and wealth he has.

LIKES
Feisty people with an attitude
His students
Teaching
The feel of a marker sliding over a whiteboard
Hot chocolate on a winter day
Jaëgerbombs
Archery
Swimming

DISLIKES
People who tell him how to do his job
People he feels threatened by
People who do his job better than him
Having to share the spotlight (growing up as the younger sibling always in the older one’s shadow does that to you down the line)
His family
Himself to an extent

FEARS
Letting others down - especially someone who means the world to him, who’s helped him in his darkest moments, who’s the reason why he’s the person standing where he is today. Yeah, that isn’t really the first thing someone would expect when they meet him but there’s nothing he loathes more than seeing dejected and disappointed glares, or sad and sympathetic smiles.

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CONCISE HISTORY
1982
Marcel Reitz Ackermann was born in Wolfsburg, Germany.

1983~86
Bastian (his father) was visibly happier after Marina (his mother) gave birth to a baby boy, and their home environment was considerably much more tranquil than it'd ever been; Bastian started paying more attention to his family and wife.

1987~92
Marcel was crowned "King of the Playground" during elementary school.
His first "relationship" was within that time frame and they "married" in the playground but divorced when she heard he let some other chick borrow a pencil from him.
However, he was able to win his "wife" back but unfortunately, their "relationship" didn't last past elementary because she moved away.

1993~95
In middle school, he dated his "ex-wife's" best friend.
Marina's father passed away.
Marcel told Roswitha (his sister) that she was adopted and she threw a pair of scissors at him that scratched his cheek.
Marcel immediately blabbered to their already-mourning mother; that was the first time she raised her hand on any of them.
That same night, she guilted Marcel into apologizing because, "It was your fault too: you shouldn't have provoked me." and that was the first time Marcel felt unsafe in her embrace.
His girlfriend gave him a sloppy top towards the end of middle school and later confessed it was only because she felt peer-pressured into doing so by all her other friends.
Their relationship continued into high school.

1996~2000
Marcel's father sat him and his mother down for a discussion on which stream of subjects he was going to opt for. After he voiced his opinion about wanting to pursue medicine and therefore, take sciences, his father had laughed and claimed loudly, ”We didn’t sit you down to ask! We’re here to tell you to pursue engineering! You’re going to follow in your ol’ man’s footsteps and inherit the ol’ company one day!”
Marcel had felt like he had no say in his life and sister had called him an ungrateful little bitch because, "They're preparing you take over the company one day - didn't care enough for me."
He was a sophomore when he first hit a blunt with one of his friends. They kissed and this was the second time Marcel cheated on a significant other (except this time, it'd actually be classified as it.)
Marcel unknowingly developed a crush and his grades began to suffer. He forged his father's signatures on his report card (a helpful suggestion from his boyfriend-but-not) because he was too afraid to show it to his father.
But of course, Bastian found out and Roswitha didn't hesistate to tell him it was because, "Little Marcie's preoccuppied with a boy." That was the first time his father raised a hand on him (and it stung for days.)
Him and his boyfriend-but-not decided to run away to Berlin but were found by Bastian's men who weres positioned at the first station their subway stopped at.
Bastian was extremely disappointed in his son once more and Marcel decided to end his that night because if his father wasn't pleased with him then nothing else matter. He probably would have gone through with it if his sister didn't intervene and stop him last minute.
However, she told their parents about what happened too and Marina described her son as a "disturbed teenager" to the Psychologist they visited.
His relationships with both, his girlfriend and boyfriend, ended after he graduated.

2000~04
Marcel refused to cooperate with his Psychologist.
He wasn't allowed to pick his major in college.
He told his Psychologist he'd "work with her" if she managed to convince his parents to let him choose his field.
She was able to, and Marcel was told he could double-major if he so pleased.
Holding up to his end of the deal, he booked four consequetive sessions and spilled his entire sob story to her.
Then he fucked her and pushed her off a bridge (his paranoia and anxiety that she'd use the information and his vulnerability against him, lead him to doing so.)
This mentally messed him up for weeks and he failed one of his Environmental and Earth Sciences papers.
He screwed his Professor to raise his grades because he knew his father would make him drop out of Military Sciences if he ever found out his son flunked an exam (Marcel could practically hear the "I knew you wouldn't be abe to handle two majors" ringing in his ears.)
Once he realised how easy it was to up one's grades this way, he resorted to it and graduated with two Bachelor's degrees in either hand, feeling all the more worthless because nothing ever pleased his father.

2005~08
Marcel strived for dual Master's degrees next.
He found himself another therapist.
He met a Russian girl named Lydia and fell in love.
The concept of "love" was foreign to him so he mistook it for lust and slept with her under the assumption that it would make the "feelings" go away.
They didn't, and Marcel decided he'd give dating a try.
After a year of dating (and Marcel never introducing her to his parents) Marcel was being match-made by his mother with some other girl who asked him if he could "learn to love her" on their first date and he'd promised he would.
Marcel proposed to Lydia and they got engaged.
They court-married by the end of 2008 because Marcel knew he would have to move abroad soon for further studies.

2009~15
Marcel moved to America for his Doctorate.
He and Lydia decided it was best to keep their relationship open.
Around this time, he started screwing the students too (though he would never initiate anything, and it was almost always them coming onto him rather than the other way around.)
When his dissertations were published and made available in the Research Repository, he received a recommendation letter from the Postgraduate Office.

2015~19
Marcel pursued the opportunity Stanford provided him and enrolled as an Associate Lecturer on a tenure track, working on a Postdoctorate STEM fellowship project on the side under the leadership and scrutiny of a Research Associate.
For the few year, he merely taught introductory-level classes, lead laboratory sections, worked as a seminar and discussion leader for the senior professors, and occasionally filled in as an Assistant Professor to gain more teaching experience while demonstrating his potential at the same time.
The first proper class he took was about a year into his tenure track, at UCLA. He'd been invited by the Board of Directions as visiting staff and was given the option to choose and after careful deliberation, went with a specialization course in Criminal Justice - more specifically, Forensic Ballistics.
His psychologist told him he should look more into the BDSM community for the "urges" he has.
He would have sooner if he didn't get sidetracked by a certain student of his: Sebastiano Emiliano Damiani.
It was only after the session and ergo, their trysts, ended that Marcel seriously turned to looking more into BDSM.
Only to realise that it's exactly what he's been missing.
The first time he experienced the "other" side of the community was when, mid-scene, his Submissive - a lady who went by the name Val - had a massive subdrop and he had to slowly work her out of it.
He was thirty-five, going onto thirty-six when the UNEP (United Nations Environmental Programme) reached out to him, inviting him to join their newest global campaign to promote the biological diversity and the endangered species inhabiting our planet, highlighting their role in the ecosystem.
This was where he met Irene Illeana Lovett, and was made to divorce Lydia to marry her instead (because his goddamned parents took a liking to Miss UN Ambassador and wouldn't stop blabbering about how cute of a couple they would make.)
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BASTIAN
KAULBACH
ACKERMANN
(FATHER)
Marcel has a rather... twisted relationship with his father. He looks up to the older man - idolizes him even - but he absolutely cannot stand being around him for more than what’s necessary. Due to the happenings in his childhood, Marcel doesn't feel like he'll ever be regarded as a good son regardless of whatever he achieves in his life - it seems like it'll never be enough to satisfy Bastian.

MARINA
DENZEL
ACKERMANN
(MOTHER)
If Marcel finds his father tolerable and respectable enough to admire then his mother is a completely different case. He is not very fond of her for various reasons: the most prominent being how he thinks she leeches off of her husband; he doesn’t believe she harbour any kind of love for the man and that they’re only together because he pays for her ostentatious Vegas shopping sprees and she is phenomenal arm-candy. To top it all off, Marcel thinks she's a rather flimsy woman with no personal opinions other than the ones Bastian shoves down her throat.

ROSWITHA
REIDEL
KNOERR
(SISTER)
Oh God, save him. She is, singlehandedly, the most irritating and obnoxious person he’s encountered in his life, constantly on his ass about everything he’s doing that she could do better, and how he’s only getting “the company” handed to him on a gold platter because he’s “the son” and, ”Father wanted a male heir and he got one. But you should hear the way he talks about you, baby brother.” He knows better than to give in to her coercions but... don’t you think their sibling spat has been going on for far too long?

PHILLIP
BAER
KNOERR
(IN-LAW)
Marcel wasn't too concerned with him, didn't have too strong of an opinion on the male, and hadn't cared all that much to get involved with him to develop a "brotherly" bond or some other bullshit but after Phillip officially tied the knot with Marcel's sister... he knew he had to somehow ruin their relationship. And ruin their relationship he did because Phillip turned out to be much more malleable than he would've imagined: a little too willing to sleep with his wife's younger brother. But it'd happened nonetheless, and happens to this day. Marcel can't wait to see the look on Roswitha's face when she finds out what goes on behind closed doors.

LYDIA
BOLDAYEVA
KUKLEVA
(EX-WIFE)
She was quite possibly the best thing that ever happened to him: she was probably the first person he genuinely felt anything for, and she looked at him as if she could see right past the exterior he’d spent years developing and perfecting. She was the first person he started seeing seriously, and could veritably imagine having a future with. Like every relationship, however, they had their ups and downs but it was never something they couldn’t work through, and that was quite honestly all thanks to her patient and empathetic nature (exactly why, in the back of his mind, Marcel always felt that someone like him didn’t deserve someone as genial as her in his life.)
A/N: What Marcel had with Lydia was never toxic - they were mutually-respectful of each other's boundaries and loved each other unconditionally. The only issue was that Marcel never truly believed himself to be worthy of her love, and somewhere down the line, started feeling as if he never loved her either (he thought someone as "vile" as himself shouldn't be capable of harbouring such a pure and unadulterated emotion.) And she was always too loving, too empathetic, too accepting of his ways. Their relationship wasn't toxic, and there was always love but it would never have worked out.

SERAPHINE
MOHR
STENZEL
(THERAPIST)
One of the few women in his life he'd trust with his life and more. She's the second person to make him feel secure and not completely insane, as more of a human than only a patient (which is a given for how many years he's been seeing her but he still likes to think he's a little special.) She's one of the handful of people in his life, from a purely academic point of view, he can get lost in conversation with over the most trivial of subjects.

IRENE
ILLEANA
LOVETT
(WIFE)
She ruined his life and tore him apart from the only person that kept his sanity anchored to the Earth's crust. Even his parents like her - which might be the most agonising detail because it makes him consider the possibility that they may have come to accept Lydia too if only he'd been a man and introduced her to them in the first place (the fact that he hadn't only makes him hate himself just a tiny bit more, and it's always easier to pin the blame on someone else rather than facing the guilt head-on.) He respects her as a fellow professional but that's about where he draws the line.
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