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Journey x Tea // 1x1 RoleplayDecember 7, 2024 02:20 PM


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Journey x Tea // 1x1 RoleplayDecember 7, 2024 02:21 PM


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The Plot:
The Blackthorn family is infamous: a dynasty built on ruthless ambition, unbridled wealth, and an empire that spans continents. Their opulent manor, Blackthorn Hall, stands as a testament to their power—a sprawling estate with towering spires, labyrinthine corridors, and enough secrets to fill a library of scandals. But the family's wealth is not infinite, and their unity has always been tenuous at best.
When the Blackthorn patriarch dies suddenly, the family is summoned for the reading of his will. There's a catch: the inheritance won't be distributed evenly, nor will it come without strings. Instead, the fortune is hidden within the estate, locked behind riddles and puzzles only the most cunning—or desperate—can solve. The brothers must compete in a twisted game of wits, strategy, and manipulation, where alliances can form and break within the blink of an eye.
But the stakes are higher than just the inheritance. Rumors swirl of hidden jewels—a family treasure thought lost to history—and a secret that could unravel the Blackthorn dynasty if exposed. As tensions rise, the arrival of an enigmatic girl hired to "ensure fairness" only deepens the mystery. Is the girl truly impartial, or is she playing her own dangerous game? With her striking green eyes and an air of confidence that veils her true intentions, she becomes an unpredictable element in a family already rife with discord.
Dark corners of the estate whisper of betrayal, and scandal threatens to spill over as family secrets come to light. Each player has something to gain—and something to hide. The game is no longer just about wealth; it’s about survival. As the brothers delve deeper into the puzzles, they discover that each clue not only leads to the fortune but also reveals shadows of their pasts, long-buried grievances, and unacknowledged betrayals that could tear them apart forever.
With every riddle solved, the atmosphere thickens, and the once-grand halls of Blackthorn Hall begin to feel more like a pressure cooker, ready to explode at any moment. The brothers, each with their unique strengths and vices, find themselves pitted against one another, grappling with their own moral compasses as they navigate alliances that shift like quicksand. The eldest brother, a charismatic businessman, believes he can charm his way to victory, while the youngest, brimming with raw intelligence, aims to outsmart them all. Meanwhile, the middle brother, often overlooked, harbors a simmering resentment that could either fuel his ambition or lead to his downfall.
As the enigmatic girl observes from the shadows, she takes notes on their interactions, her own motives shrouded in secrecy. What role does she play in this high-stakes drama? Is she merely a spectator, or does she hold the key to the family’s darkest secrets? Her presence complicates the brothers’ every move, forcing them to reconsider who they can trust, as the line between friend and foe blurs dangerously.
As the wind howls outside, rattling the windows of Blackthorn Hall, each brother grapples with the weight of their choices, knowing that one wrong step could lead not only to the loss of inheritance but also to the unraveling of the family legacy itself. The clock is ticking, and as midnight approaches, the true nature of greed, loyalty, and ambition will be tested in ways they never anticipated. In this game of deception and survival, only the most cunning will emerge victorious—if they can survive the fallout of the truths they uncover along the way.

Edited at December 7, 2024 04:59 PM by Journey
Journey x Tea // 1x1 RoleplayDecember 7, 2024 02:22 PM


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Scarlett Fleur Caddel
"If she were to die, the world would die with her."
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Name Meanings:
Scarlett - "Red" French Origin
Fleur - "Flower" French Origin
Caddel - "Battle" Welsh Origin
Nicknames:
Close friends and family call her Lottie.
Nicknames Given:
Open <3
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"Hey, idiot... I love you."
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Age:
21 Years Old
Birth Date:
May 2nd
Gender:
Female.
Sexuality:
Heterosexual.
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Appearance:
Scarlett, a young woman whose very presence seems to radiate a sweet and innocent aura, possesses a unique beauty that captivates those around her. Her skin is flawless, pale, smooth, and fair, untouched by blemishes, giving her an ethereal glow that many envy. Freckles, like delicate constellations, adorn her nose and cheeks, adding a touch of playfulness to her otherwise serene appearance. Her soft cheekbones and sharp jawline create a harmonious contrast, framing a button nose that adds to her youthful charm. But it is her eyes that truly steal the spotlight—big, bright green doe-like eyes twinkle with curiosity and warmth, framed by long, thick lashes that flutter like butterfly wings, inviting others to lean in closer and share in her world.
Scarlett's hair, a long cascade of wavy auburn locks that flow down to her waist, mirrors the rich color of her mother's hair, a legacy passed down through generations. It dances around her swan-like neck, which adds an elegant touch to her overall silhouette. Standing at a petite 5'1", she carries her slender hourglass frame with grace, weighing in at 118 pounds. Her long fingers, often adorned with a few simple rings, move with a delicate elegance that hints at her artistic flair, while her soft hands exude a sense of gentleness and care.
Her figure is curvy in all the right places, with wider hips and thick thighs that give her a confident swagger, complemented by a slightly larger bust that accentuates her femininity. When she smiles, it's as if the sun has just broken through a cloudy sky—her dazzling smile reveals pearly white teeth and lights up her expressive face, which is a canvas of emotions ready to be painted with laughter and joy.
Scarlett's sense of style is perfectly suited for her free-spirited personality; she often opts for light and breathable clothing that allows her to move with ease. You can frequently find her in playful sundresses that swirl around her when she twirls, or in comfy shorts paired with a cozy hoodie or a casual tank top—looks that reflect her laid-back vibe. On most days, she prefers to keep her makeup minimal, perhaps just a touch of concealer to enhance her natural beauty and a hint of highlighter for that dewy glow. If there's a special event on the horizon, she might dab on a bold lip color or experiment with her eyes, showcasing her fun side while still maintaining that sweet innocence that defines her. Scarlett is not just a beauty; she's a breath of fresh air, a blend of charm, grace, and authenticity that leaves a lasting impression on everyone she meets.
Accent & Voice
Scarlett's voice is a mixture of something angelic and sweet, a melodic tone that can brighten even the cloudiest of days. Being raised on the west coast, she carries with her a hint of an accent that dances playfully on the edges of her words, but it's nothing too prominent—just enough to add a touch of warmth and familiarity to her speech. The young woman can often be caught humming to herself as she works, her gentle melodies floating through the air like a soft breeze, allowing the day to drift by in a pleasant haze.
Scarlett doesn't usually raise her voice; instead, she prefers to communicate in a calm, soothing manner, embodying a sense of tranquility that those around her find comforting. However, she is a little hesitant to do so—her past experiences have taught her that things never seem to end well when emotions run high. Despite this, when the situation calls for it, she shows a surprising strength and conviction; her voice can rise above the noise, carrying a weight that demands attention.
In these moments, her words cut through the tension like a knife, revealing a side of her that few have had the privilege to see. It’s as if the sweet notes of her usual tone transform into powerful chords, resonating with a depth that leaves a lasting impression. Scarlett understands that sometimes, standing up for what is right means stepping outside of her comfort zone, and she does so with a grace that is truly admirable.
On days when the sun shines brightly and the world feels alive, you might find her sitting on the porch with a cup of herbal tea, the gentle hum of her voice mingling with the sounds of nature, creating a symphony that encapsulates her essence. Whether she’s singing to the birds or lost in thought, Scarlett embodies a spirit that is both gentle and resilient, a beautiful reminder of the power of kindness in a chaotic world.
Personality:
Scarlett is a beautifully intricate tapestry woven with threads of qualities that make her not only exceptionally sweet but also deeply understanding of the feelings and needs of those around her. She possesses a comforting presence that instantly puts others at ease, demonstrating a level of respect that is rare in today's fast-paced world. Her natural submissiveness, while not indicative of weakness, shows her willingness to support and uplift others, allowing them to shine.
Scarlett is observant, always attuned to the subtleties of her environment and the emotions of the people she interacts with. Although she tends to be reserved, this does not hinder her ability to connect with others on a profound level, as her trusting nature invites confidences and fosters strong relationships. Her intelligence shines through in her thoughtful discussions and her ability to navigate complex situations with grace and insight.
Empathetic to a fault, she often feels the weight of others' struggles as if they were her own, leading her to be perceived as angelic in her selflessness. With an elegant way of moving through life, Scarlett carries herself gently, adapting to the needs of her surroundings while maintaining a charming demeanor that captivates those who cross her path. Tolerant and focused, she approaches challenges with a wholesome attitude, viewing them as opportunities for growth rather than obstacles to be avoided.
Innocent and patient, she often finds solace in the pages of a good book, nurturing her curious mind, which is always eager to learn and explore new ideas. Sensible and fair, she strikes a balance in her judgments, ensuring that each perspective is heard and valued. Her nurturing qualities make her a natural caregiver, always ready to lend a hand or offer a listening ear to friends and family alike.
Modesty defines her interactions, yet beneath this humble exterior lies a persistent spirit that can be extremely stubborn when it comes to her beliefs and values. Gracious in both victory and defeat, she demonstrates a selflessness that is both admirable and inspiring. Clever and open-minded, Scarlett approaches life with a refreshing perspective, often seeing possibilities where others see limitations.
Polite and poised, she navigates social situations with ease, exuding an affection that draws people to her. However, this tenderness can sometimes lead her to be a worrier, as her clingy tendencies stem from a deep-seated desire to protect those she loves. She is tidy and organized, reflecting her loyal nature and commitment to those she cares for. Above all, Scarlett is undeniably pretty, not just in her appearance but in the way she carries her heart and soul, leaving a lasting impression on everyone she meets.
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Fears/Phobias:
Aerophobia - Fear of flying in a plane
Glossophobia - Fear of public speaking
Monophobia - Fear of being alone
Nyctophobia - Fear of the dark
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Affiliations:
Daisy Blair Katz [Best Friend]
Female / 21 Years Old / Pretty yet Simplistic, Long Wavy Brown Hair, Lightly Tanned w/ Freckles, Curvy Hourglass, Amber Colored Eyes, Sharp Jawline and High Cheekbones, 5'7" Feet Tall & 136 lbs, Shorter Dresses / Sweet, Blunt, Impeccable Fashion Taste, Snarky, Empathetic / Positive Relationship w/ Scarlett / Middle Class, Works as a Barista
Aaron Brett Miller [Exe]
Male / 21 Years Old / Handsome, Dark Fluffy Brown Hair, Tanned and Toned w/ Muscle, Hazel Eyes, Sharp Features, 6'2" Feet Tall & 175 lbs, Fancy New Money Clothing Aesthetic / Possessive, Over Protective, Assertive, Harsh, Wealthy / Negative Relationship w/ Scarlett / Higher Class, Works for His Fathers Company
tba
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Familial Relations:
Pierre Jean Sinclair [Father] ↓
Male / Deceased at 58 from Lung Cancer / Good-Looking, Straight Bleach Blonde Hair, Pale w/ Lean Muscle, Gray Eyes, High Cheekbones & Smooth Skin, 6'1" Feet Tall & 185 lbs, Formal Suits / Dramatic, Assertive, Jealous, Aloof / Neutral Relationship w/ Scarlett / Upper Class, Worked as a Chiropractor
William John Caddel [Step-Dad]
Male / 61 Years Old / Average looking, Short Black Hair, Tan, and Slender, Green Eyes, Small Beard, 6'3" Feet Tall and 198 lbs, Casual Clothing (Hoodies, Shorts, etc) / Negative Relationship w/ Scarlett / Upper Class, Works as a Dentist
Lola Belle Caddel [Mother] ↓
Female / 54 Years Old / Goddess of a Woman, Long Wavy Auburn Hair, Pale w/ a Slender and Delicate Structure, Green Blue Eyes, Sharp Jawline & Lighter Makeup, 5'2" Feet Tall and 122 lbs, Elegant and Posh Outfits / Motherly, Pushy, Passive-Aggressive, Means Well but Overly Blunt / Positive Relationship w/ Scarlett / Lower Class, Works as a Hair Stylist
Madeline Eiffel Caddel [Sister] ↓
Female / 19 Years Old / Simple yet Lovely, Short Bob of Pale Blonde Hair, Pale w/ Slender Hourglass Figure, Blue Eyes, High Cheekbones and Light "Clean-Girl" Makeup, 5'4" Feet Tall and 131 lbs, Simple yet Elegant Clothing Choice / Sarcastic, Sweet, Youthful, Obsessive, Impulsive / Positive Relationship w/ Scarlett / Middle Class, Currently Unemployed- Just Fired
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Backstory:
Scarlett grew up with her father, mother, and younger sister and lived on the west coast in California until she was about fifteen, then the family moved around—never really settling anywhere perminently. She was raised to be the best version of herself that she could be, sweet, humble, and generous—with a caring family. However, things started to take a decline when Scarlett turned sixteen; her father was diagnosed with lung cancer and unfortunately passed not too long after. This all happened so suddenly—taking a toll on the entire family, Scarlett's mother the most. Her mother would come home drunk most nights, her laughter replaced with tears, and the vibrant energy that once filled their home diminished into an echo of what it used to be.
Somewhere along the way, her mother started dating a new man, soon getting married, and Scarlett felt the shift in the air as if a storm was brewing just beneath the surface. This man was absolutely foul; he had a way of belittling Scarlett with his condescending remarks, and the two of them didn't get along whatsoever. Every time he walked into the room, Scarlett could feel her skin crawl. He had the kind of wealth that could buy luxury cars and fancy trips, but it came at a price—her mother's happiness seemed to vanish in exchange for a bank account that was constantly filled. Scarlett often found herself wishing for the days when their family was whole, when laughter was genuine and not just a mask for the sadness that lingered in their lives.
Despite the chaos at home, Scarlett managed to carve out a space for herself. She currently works as a barista at a local pub, where the rich aroma of coffee and the chatter of patrons provide a comforting backdrop to her life. The job has been working quite well for her; she loves the rhythm of making drinks, the way her hands move instinctively behind the counter, and the warm smiles from regular customers who have come to appreciate her cheerful demeanor. It’s a little sanctuary amidst the storm of her home life.
As she pours lattes and chats with the locals, she dreams of a future where she can escape the clutches of her stepfather’s oppressive presence. She envisions traveling to distant places, finding a city where she can truly belong, perhaps even pursuing her passion for writing, a love she had nurtured in the quiet moments of her teenage years. With each coffee she serves, she imagines penning stories about people like her—struggling yet resilient, searching for light in the darkest of times.
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Theme Songs:
Young And Beautiful - Lana Del Rey
She - Harry Styles
Je te laisserai des mots - Patrick Watson
Daddy Issues - The Neighborhood
august - Taylor Swift
Where's My Love - SYML
Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby - Cigarettes After Sex
You Put A Spell On Me - Austin Giorgio
Sparks - Coldplay
The Color Violet - Tory Lanez
Die With A Smile - Bruno Mars, Lady Gaga
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Other:
A Huge WIP ^^"

Edited at December 7, 2024 08:00 PM by Journey
Journey x Tea // 1x1 RoleplayDecember 7, 2024 02:25 PM


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Full Name

Beaudan Calder Morcant

Nicknames

Beau or Cal

Name Pronunciation

Bō-den Call-dur Mōr-cānt

Name Meaning

Handsome, rough waters

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Gender

Male

Pronouns

He/Him

Sexuality

Bisexual

Moral Alignment

Chaotic Neutral

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Temperament

Beau has a magnetic charm and confidence, but there’s a streak of volatility just beneath his polished surface. While he’s generally calm and self-assured, he can be easily irritated if things don’t go his way. He expects high standards, both from himself and others, and has little patience for incompetence or delays. His mood can shift quickly, and when he’s displeased, his sarcasm becomes sharper, with a cool, cutting edge that hints at an underlying impatience.


Though he can be generous with close friends, he’s selective with his loyalty, often putting his own needs and ambitions first. His charm works in his favour, and he knows how to get what he wants without making it obvious. When he’s in a good mood, he’s funny, engaging, and even affectionate, but when he’s annoyed, he can be aloof, shutting down conversations with a dismissive smirk or a subtle eye roll.


He enjoys being admired and isn’t above subtly manipulating situations to ensure he remains at the center of attention. His humor often comes with a biting wit, and he isn’t afraid to tease or challenge people, sometimes pushing boundaries just to test reactions. Although he’s usually composed, a challenge to his authority or a perceived slight can trigger a surprising level of intensity, revealing a fiercely competitive side.


Beneath the charm, there’s a bit of self-centeredness that drives many of his actions. He’s accustomed to things going smoothly and quickly becomes frustrated when they don’t. While he’s capable of showing care and loyalty, it often has to be on his own terms..


Enneagram Type

The Enneagram Type 3, known as The Achiever, is driven by a deep desire to be successful, admired, and valuable in the eyes of others. Beau fits this very well. He is incredibly ambitious, adaptable, and a highly motivated individual who sets high goals and works tirelessly to reach them. He's known for his charismatic and charming attitude, able to present himself with confidence and adapt his image to fit various social settings. However, he can struggle with an over-reliance on external validation and definitely fears failure, as his self-worth is closely tied to their accomplishments and recognition from others. At his best, Beau tries to be an inspiring role model who encourages others to reach their full potential; at his worst, he risks losing his sense of identity, driven by a relentless pursuit of success at any cost.

Appearance

Beau stands at around 5'11" and has a physique that strikes the perfect balance between lean and athletic. His shoulders are broad enough to hint at a few seasons of tennis or rowing, but his frame lacks the bulk of someone who’s spent hours lifting weights. His torso is toned but not overly muscular, giving him a sleek, almost graceful appearance, as if he were built more for finesse than brute strength. He carries himself with an upright posture, a confidence that seems ingrained rather than forced. It’s the quiet confidence of someone who’s never had to question their place in the world.


His skin is fair, with a warm undertone that picks up a faint, golden tan in the summer months, likely from countless hours spent outdoors on golf courses or at beach resorts. His complexion is nearly flawless, smooth and clear, with just a hint of pink at his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, a detail that gives him a slight boyish charm. The occasional freckle dots the tops of his cheeks and shoulders, a subtle reminder of his time under the sun.


His hair is dark blond, almost honey-coloured, with natural highlights that catch the light. It falls in soft, relaxed waves that he styles meticulously but with an air of effortless ease. Every strand seems to be in place, swept back and to the side, but it’s not stiff; it has movement, like he’s just run his fingers through it. There’s a faint sheen to his hair, suggesting he takes good care of it, perhaps with an expensive, understated grooming routine.


His face is classically handsome, with a natural symmetry that would be the envy of most. His jawline is sharp and clean, tapering to a slightly pointed chin that adds to his youthful look. His cheekbones are high and defined, casting soft shadows that give his face depth. His nose is straight and well-proportioned, neither too large nor too small, with a slight upturn at the tip.


But it’s his eyes that draw the most attention—striking and intense, a mix of blue and green that seems to change depending on the light. They’re framed by lashes that are long and dark, adding a touch of drama to his gaze. His eyes have a slightly narrowed, thoughtful shape, as if he’s always analysing the world around him, taking in every detail. There’s an undeniable spark in them, a hint of playful mischief, as if he knows he has a charming effect on people and enjoys it without being cocky.


His mouth is full and expressive, with lips that naturally curl into a slight, confident smile. When he does flash a grin, it’s dazzling, revealing straight, white teeth that hint at years of precise care. His smile seems effortless, a practised look that conveys a sharp friendliness but holds a bit of reserve, like he’s carefully choosing who gets to see his warmer side.


His clothing is always immaculately chosen, but he wears it as if he hardly thought about it. A crisp, light blue Oxford shirt is his staple, always perfectly fitted and likely custom-tailored to skim his torso just right. The shirt’s sleeves are often rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong, lean forearms with a few faint veins running along them, hinting at his athleticism without overstating it. The shirt is always tucked into a pair of well-fitted tan chinos or slim khakis, ironed to perfection without a crease out of place.


Occasionally, he’ll add a thin silver ring on his right hand or a bracelet, something simple but tasteful, almost like a family heirloom or something he picked up during a trip abroad.


When it’s cool out, he layers with a soft, navy cashmere sweater, or sometimes a cable-knit pullover in a neutral shade, draped casually over his shoulders and tied loosely around his neck. These sweaters always look brand-new, well-kept, without a single loose thread or sign of wear. His footwear is similarly polished—usually a pair of clean, white leather sneakers or tan boat shoes that are always spotless, no matter where he goes. The soles are faintly worn, a sign that he’s walked miles, but they’re maintained with the care of someone who appreciates the finer things.


Even his scent seems thoughtfully chosen—a light citrus cologne with hints of bergamot and sandalwood, subtle but present, giving off a fresh, clean aroma that lingers just enough. It’s the kind of scent that complements his look without overwhelming, leaving an impression that’s cold and refined.


Everything about him feels effortless yet intentional, a look cultivated from years of privilege and comfort. In his demeanour, he has the poise and self-assurance of someone who’s always been admired, but there’s an intelligence in his eyes, a depth that hints at a curious mind behind his polished exterior.


Voice & Accent

His voice is rich and smooth, with a warm, inviting baritone. He speaks in a controlled, melodic rhythm that’s both friendly and confident, with a light East Coast accent that hints at a privileged upbringing and refined schooling. His vowels are slightly rounded, and there’s a soft, subtle clipping of certain consonants, particularly “r” sounds, giving him a polished sound without being overly formal.


When he’s excited, his voice gains a relaxed, easy lilt, and his words flow a bit faster, showing a natural charm. His humour often carries a hint of dry wit, conveyed with a barely-there smirk and a playful glint in his eye.

Strengths

-Focused-

-Persuasive-

-Charismatic-

-Ambitious-

Weaknesses

-Self-Centred-

-Overly Competitive-

-Emotionally Unavailable-

-Critical-

Backstory

Beau grew up in an affluent East Coast suburb, in a well-established family with deep social connections. His parents, both highly successful in their own fields—his father a lawyer at a top firm and his mother a well-known art curator—instilled in him a sense of sophistication and ambition from a young age. Their expectations were high, but he grew used to the pressure early on, learning quickly that success and composure were non-negotiable values in his family. Beau’s parents provided him with the best of everything: private schools, tutors, tennis lessons, and vacations in Europe, but there was always an unspoken expectation that he would excel without complaint.


Beau attended a prestigious prep school, where he quickly rose to popularity. His natural charm and wit made him well-liked among both his classmates and teachers. However, he learned early to wear a polished mask—letting people see only the version of him that he wanted them to see. Academically talented and a natural athlete, he became a star on the tennis team and took on leadership roles in various clubs, making himself nearly indispensable in his school’s social scene. Behind his confidence, though, Beau always felt the need to prove himself, pushing harder than anyone noticed.


At home, Beau’s relationship with his parents was complicated. While they provided for him materially, affection was rare, and praise often felt conditional. His father was demanding, quick to criticize when Beau didn’t meet his standards, and slow to acknowledge his successes. Beau grew up believing that love had to be earned, which drove him to work harder but also instilled in him a deep-rooted fear of failure. This need for validation became a cornerstone of his personality, fueling his ambition but also his impatience and sometimes volatile temperament.
Beau’s friendships are just as calculated. He learned to be loyal but selective, keeping his circle small and composed of people he knew he could rely on. He became adept at reading people’s motives, sometimes to a fault, and his guardedness often prevented him from forming deeper connections. Though he genuinely cares about those close to him, he rarely lets them see his vulnerabilities. Instead, he maintains an image of effortless success, rarely asking for help, even when he struggles.

Fears/Phobias

Fear of Being Ordinary

Abandonment

Nyctophobia

Favourite Quote

“The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.” — Ernest Hemingway

Theme Song(s)

“Numb”

“It’s My Life”

“Feeling Good”

Affiliations

Familial Ties:

Mother:

Adia Morcant (47)

Father

Harrison Morcant (50)

Siblings

Eden Mirren Morcant (24)

The eldest Morcant sibling, and the only girl. She left the family when she graduated highschool, not pleased with the use of their funds. She currently lives in LA with her partner, and rarely comes in contact with the family. She was not at the reading of the will, and was not mentioned in it either.

Callum Anders Morcant (22)

The first boy of the Morcants. He is indifferent towards the family, but is more focused on his own ambitions. He is in the midst of starting a business, and is normally busy with that. His name was mentioned twice in the will, recieving a healthy sum of money for starting his own business.

Dallas Taft Morcant (18)

The youngest sibling, and the most adventurous. He's known for being a player like his brother Beau, and these two get along the best. Dallas still attends the prestigious private school that all four Morcant children went to, and is a senior, currently trying to keep his grades high enough to carry on the tradition of being valdedictorian.

Other

He has chronic anxiety and depression, as well as severe migraines

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Beau sat in his room, in the dark, with his head in his hands. It was really final. This was it. His grandfather, Alistair Blackthorn—the man who had seemed larger than life—was gone. It didn’t feel real. For years, they’d lived in a rhythm of health scares and miraculous recoveries. Each time, the family braced for the worst, and each time, Alistair snapped back with a defiance that made them believe he’d live forever. It had become a kind of unspoken ritual: fear, hope, relief, and repeat. This time was different. This time, there was no rallying, no gruff laughter after the crisis passed.
Beau rubbed his temples, trying to shake the surreal fog clouding his mind. He couldn’t stop thinking it was another one of his grandfather’s riddles, some elaborate lesson in endurance or strength. Maybe if he or Cal figured it out, the old man would come striding in, laughing at their despair, and then they’d sit in the study like they used to, listening to him recount war stories. Beau let out a bitter laugh at the thought, one that quickly turned into a choked sob. There was no riddle this time. No punchline. Only silence.
The room felt suffocating, the weight of the day pressing down on him. His phone buzzed on the bedside table, over and over. He didn’t have to check it to know what it was: headlines, notifications, and reporters clamoring for statements. *“Business Titan Alistair Blackthorn Passes Away.” “The End of an Era.”* He could practically see the articles now, all dissecting the man’s life like vultures picking over bones. With a sudden surge of anger, Beau grabbed the phone and hurled it across the room. It hit the wall with a crack, clattering to the floor.
From somewhere down the hall, his mother’s voice rose in a shrill crescendo, yelling into the phone. Beau winced. He didn’t need to guess who was on the other end. Edie. Eden Morcant had a way of making their mother, Adia, unravel completely. The fact that Edie had refused to come home for the will reading was like pouring gasoline on an already blazing fire. Adia’s screams echoed through the house, words like *“ungrateful,”* and *“selfish,”* ringing loud enough for half of Valenrow Estate to hear.
Beau sighed heavily, running a hand over his face. His skull throbbed, the beginnings of a migraine teasing at the edges of his mind. He stood up, though the motion made him sway. His muscles ached from tension, and every step felt heavy as he moved to the door. The halls of the sprawling Massachusetts estate, so familiar and comforting as a child, now felt like a labyrinth he couldn’t escape.
He passed Callum in the hallway, shouldering past him without a word. Normally, he would have thrown a snide comment his brother’s way—something to distract himself from his own pain—but one look at Callum’s face stopped him short. Cal’s normally cool and composed features were taut, his jaw clenched as if he were physically holding back tears. Beau said nothing, his anger deflating slightly as he continued down the hall.
The house was alive with grief, a charged atmosphere that made every nerve in Beau’s body hum. His family’s emotions felt like static electricity under his skin. His mother’s screams, Callum’s quiet despair, and the absence of his other siblings all blended into a cacophony of pain he couldn’t escape. Edie was in LA, thousands of miles away, and Dallas… Beau didn’t even know what Dallas was doing anymore. Their youngest brother still carried that buoyant optimism that had always set him apart from the rest of them, but even Dallas wouldn’t be able to hold onto that now. Not with this. Not with Alistair gone.
For Beau, the loss wasn’t just about his grandfather. It was about the end of something bigger—something he wasn’t sure how to define. Alistair wasn’t just a man; he was the architect of their dynasty, the unshakable foundation of their family. Without him, everything felt unmoored. What did Valenrow Estate mean without the man who had built it? What did *they* mean, without him?
His hands curled into fists as he reached the stairs, his breathing uneven. He hated this. Hated the chaos, the screaming, the headlines, the suffocating weight of expectations that came with being a Morcant. His mother would expect him to step up now, to be the rock she leaned on, the dutiful son who held the family together. But Beau didn’t feel like a rock. He felt like he was crumbling from the inside out.
He glanced back down the hallway, towards Callum’s room, and then towards the closed door of his mother’s study, where her voice still rang out in sharp bursts. For a moment, he thought about retreating back to his room, shutting the door, and pretending none of this was happening. But that wasn’t an option, not for a Morcant. *Not for him.*
Beau took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but the air felt heavy, like it wasn’t quite filling his lungs. His grandfather was gone. His family was falling apart. And Beau wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold himself together.

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