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Edling x MidnightFebruary 19, 2024 12:27 AM


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This is a private roleplay between myself and Edling. Please do not post, but feel free to read along.
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Edling x MidnightFebruary 19, 2024 12:47 AM


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Juliette Kenton

"Little Dove"

Nickname: Jules
Age: 26
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Gender: Female/Feminine
Military Stationing: Alaskan Territory

"I'm a sneaky little shit, aren't I?"

Appearance:

With a slim, heart shaped face and high cheek bones, Juliette is considerably attractive by first glance. Upon further inspection, one can see her soft jawline and gently rounded chin. Her face is peppered with strawberry blonde freckles that mainly cluster along the bridge of her nose and across her naturally rosy cheeks. Her little nose is slender, maintaining a straightness until the tip, where it is ever so slightly up turned. Below her nose rests a softly defined cupids bow and a plump pair of lips. One would say that Juliette has the perfect pout; a rounded top lip that slopes gently into her bottom one that always seems to give her a pouting look. To add to her perfect pout, her lips have the same natural rosy hue as her cheeks. Behind those lips are a set of straight, white teeth, providing Juliette with a charming smile.

Her dainty, slightly pointed ears are lined with numerous piercing holes, which remain empty thanks to her line of work. Their size and shape compliment her overall appearance rather than stealing the show. Her eyes on the other hand, are absolute show stoppers. The doe-like orbs are a striking shade of sterling silver with long, dark lashes that give a ghostly appearance to her beautiful face. Above those captivating eyes are carefully groomed eyebrows that have a gentle arch leading into the tail. A light reddish brown in color, her eyebrows have just enough color in them to match her silky, pale skin tone wonderfully.

Atop her head sits a mess of auburn hair. She keeps it long, her soft curls cascading down her back to her bottom. When the sun hits her hair, brighter shades of red and light blonde highlights appear, giving her a glowy appearance. Juliette's hair is thick yet soft in texture, with a silky feel to it. Many have found love in running their hands through her long locks. However, that opportunity may rarely arrive since it's almost always kept tied up in a ponytail.

When not in uniform, Juliette would never give the impression of being military personnel. Standing at a whopping 5 foot 1 inches and weighing in around 115 pounds, she's easily the smallest woman in the room. However, this little woman is stronger than she appears. Her biceps have a little muscle mass, but her thighs and calves are where the majority of her muscles lie. Her stomach is flat with a very light outline of abs. Her body shape is one that most women would die for. With a pear shape to her delicate form, her shoulders are narrow with a medium sized bust. From her slim waist, her hips flare out, giving way to her thick thighs and decent calves. One would also say she's got plenty in the trunk as well.

"Awwwe, what? You don't love me no more?"

Personality:

To say that big surprises come in little packages would be a severe understatement. Despite the fact she might fit in one hand, her attitude won't. A lot of fire and pent up energy is contained inside of her and she expresses it through the art of combat. With a passion to fight, Juliette can often be found rough housing and poking fun at others. Some might say she's compensating for something with how sarcastic and feisty she is.

Drama is the game. Jules is an actress, stirring up drama and trouble where ever she can. She loves teasing and flirting, especially in tense situations. She uses her sexuality to her advantage more often than not, but once you get into her inner workings you'll come to find out that this little fire ball is a lover, not a fighter. Her emotions are her strength and her weakness all at once.

Juliette will crack jokes and flirt in order to cope with tense and stressful situations, but when she starts to care, those very emotions are her downfall. She would do anything for those she cares about, even if it meant risking her own life. It also becomes easy to hurt her when she develops feelings. Her tough heart turns to jelly and the first insult or cruel word might send her into a spiral. However, whether it's hurt or anger is where you must tread lightly.

When Juliette is hurting, she shuts people out. She'll fall quiet and isolate herself. She won't want to talk or play. She might even be a bit petty. Her anger is where things get rocky. She has a tendency to lash out and say things she doesn't mean. She truly doesn't mean to hurt her loved ones, but managing her emotions is a constant hassle for this woman.

Likes:

~The warmth: Yes, very ironic considering she's stationed in one of the coldest territories there is, but she likes what she likes.

~Her appearance: Oh yes, conceited would fit perfectly here~

~Cute boys: Look out boys! Shes a sucker for the lookers.

~Sparring: Bring on the fight, if you dare

Dislikes:

~The quiet: C'mon now, do you have to make things awkward?

~The dark: Her rough and tough will disappear in an *instant

~Being wrong: The worst feeling is having to admit someone else is right.

~Sitting still: Gotta go 24/7 all day everyday unless you want her to get on *your nerves.

Strengths:

~The art of seduction: Many a poor boy has fell for this woman's charm.

~Very sneaky: light on her feet and quiet as a mouse, you'll be lucky to catch this one lurking.

~Flexible: Juliette has put herself in some very awkward positions, but by god she can fit almost anywhere she needs to.

Weaknesses:

~Very emotional: Her rage and frustration get to her faster than anything. Want to distract her? Make her mad.

~Physically weak: Being as small as she is, Juliette obviously isn't much when it comes to a fight. That's why the element of surprise is her friend.

~Hopeless Romantic: Basically begging to find the right one to love. Her head is in all the wrong places 40% of the time.

Kin

Her mother passed away when she was a child and her father is an old drunk that she has nothing to do with. She was an only child.


Edited at February 19, 2024 12:52 AM by Midnight Romance
Edling x MidnightFebruary 19, 2024 11:35 PM


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~Leviticus “Levi” Reeves~

“Son of a bitch.”

Nickname(s):

Levi

Lee

Reeves

Lieutenant Reeves

Gender:

Male

Age:

27

Sexuality:

Hetero

Appearance:

Frigid perfection has claimed Leviticus as a worthy wielder. From the sharp lines of his diamond-structured face to the lean cut of his physique, Levi is a man whose entire image could be considered cutting, harsh, and yet fatally captivating. Falling into line with the cold demeanor he projects, the man has been equipped with a pair of eyes in the shade of an absolutely pure ice blue. Paired with the intensity of his stares, the alarming color of his gaze usually allows him to dominate any game of eye contact. What they lack in bolder pigment though, they make up for in eerie displays of expression. Stoicism of the most unreadable kind is most often flourishing in his gaze, yet he does not conceal how little he regards those in his presence. The man’s lashes are a long, onyx-pointed display, complimented by thinly arched brows throned above his eyes.

Levi’s hair is also an absolute model of neat perfection - his locks taking the hue of midnight itself. A shiny, sleek black in a shade only to be seen on a creature such as a raven. It’s long enough to tease at the nape of his neck and is always combed back into a fashion worthy of admiration and envy. There is nothing about Levi’s appearance that is ever in disarray, everything about him is a display of perfection, and this he ensures. Considering the seldom indulges of smiling he subjects himself to, Leviticus has a distinct lack of crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes. When he does smile genuinely, allegedly it’s a stunning sight. Not that he’s ever practiced the expression in a mirror to contest the fact though.

Not the tallest of men standing at 5’11, Levi hardly needs to be a towering individual to command attention when he enters a room. This man’s build is that of a more rectangular, graceful lithe figure. Slender, yet not scrawny. Toned, yet not overbearingly muscled. Capable of feats that require both decent strength and agility, Levi’s physique graces him with the ability to use the best of both worlds. Levi’s complexion is that of a milkier tone, not being light enough to convey a sickly tint, but possessing no trace of warmth either. It doesn’t make for a very favorable tone of skin against sweltering heat considering how irritably easy he finds it to become sunburned. The well-concealed flaws Levi harbors would be found on the lower left side of his abdomen, marking a years-old bullet wound scar. The second, and perhaps most spanning, is a splatter of variously sized scars that range from the right side of his lower and ascend to just under his right shoulder blade. A shower of shrapnel from an explosive device marked him two years before, a reminder of how low the enemy is willing to sink to acquire success of any margin over his own nation.

Dressage for Levi is what could be considered fairly simple. It mostly depends on the setting he plans to be in though, of course. For occupation and various other professional scenes, Levi could be seen in a darker black military-grade outfit, or his white uniform; both of which have his surname ‘Reeves’ stitched into them. Casually, Levi prefers simpler T-shirts and dark-colored jeans, paired with cushioned sneakers. It wouldn’t be completely uncommon to see him in sweatpants and a hoodie, either, but that’s really more of an outfit tailored to his mood. For the far more rare and formal occasions he may find himself in, silky dress shirt button-downs, perfectly tailored over jackets, and slacks will make up his attire.

“In the end, it’s only a matter of ‘when’ we’ll fall, not ‘if’.”

Personality:

Leviticus, if it had to be put simply, is an individual who was forced to become a man well before he ever had the luxury of being a boy. He was not allowed the freedom to romp, and play, and make pretend with toys and an imagination like most children. Levi was to be a soldier; first, foremost, and forever. Levi endured the lessons that taught him he could only rely on himself in the world, and he embraced the ‘fact’ that people, in general, were either too ignorant to pay any mind to, or they were waiting to catch him with his guard down to drive a knife into his back. This instilled paranoia as a child fractured Levi’s entire psyche, yet the male was molded to persevere by the man he called ‘father’.

Rather than simply let fear consume Levi as a child though, his father taught him yet another lesson; weaponize it. Fear is a powerful motivator. It surpassed basic methods of getting people to act and fall into order. It inspired people to bend to conformity as Levi learned at an early age. And such a tool Leviticus learned to wield. The male was also taught how to expertly get into people’s heads and use them before they ever had the chance to do the same to him. As a result, Levi learned how to weasel his way into other people’s minds, and ultimately use them for his own bidding. Generally, he spares no remorse for how this gripping manipulation affects the people he’s using it on, but Levi does refrain from and ultimately refuses to use such tactics maliciously against children.

Everything Levi does is the product of careful consideration. He doesn’t like abrupt change, impulse actions, or things going awry, which in turn makes him struggle a bit with adaptation. But because of Levi’s innate ability to see things several steps ahead at a time, and with his willingness to take charge, he projects remarkable leadership qualities as well as an enviable calculated frame of mind. Levi’s entire aura demands respect and resonates with an intimidating diligence though, so it comes as no surprise that he would flourish and thrive in places where he makes the calls.

Getting genuinely close to Levi is the equivalent of climbing Mount Everest; very few will ever make it, one must be prepared to endure a cold and difficult journey, and one must really want to make it to reach him. Levi’s hindering sense of paranoia makes trusting anyone a difficult feat though, as he’s always pondering the ways anyone could stab him in the back. It’s easier for him to assume everyone has an ulterior motive for him to justify being cruel and using people as pawns on a chess board though. This aspect of his persona has led to Leviticus never actually having ever experienced close personal relationships with anyone, other than his father - but that relationship is not by choice. Levi will always choose to keep people at arm’s length to ultimately protect himself though.

Of course, wielding the level of manipulation that Levi does requires a greater level of intelligence. And Leviticus certainly has an impressive mental prowess going for him. He’s more of a technical and logistical kind of intelligent creature, but he’s also rather gifted in terms of reading people. Not only has he been taught to note and observe every little thing people do in accordance with what they’re saying, but he’s spent a long enough time observing a sparse variety of people to get a decent grip on who someone is just by a moment of observation. And because Leviticus excels in reading people, he knows exactly how to thwart anyone else’s attempts to get an intrusive read on him.

Even before being thrust into the current horrific state of the world he's found himself in, Leviticus has been accompanied by his compulsions for complete cleanliness, and he values it on a near-religious level. Those in his company are equally expected to adhere to his standards of being clean. This dire need of his compels Leviticus to loathe human touch - it internally sickens him to even shake hands without a barrier protecting his flesh. It would be a rather peculiar sight to glimpse Leviticus not wearing his usual white gloves. They provide a sense of comfort to him that he could never even begin to explain to another human being. While it was purposely overlooked while he was growing up, Levi does demonstrate quite clear acts of obsessive compulsiveness, albeit he’s become rather good at disallowing even the most random of triggers to put him into an obsessive cycle - at least publicly.

While the dark-haired man finds it imperative to carefully mind the words he chooses to speak, sometimes he cannot help but express his more sarcastic wit. Most of the male’s spoken phrases fall into the categories of either being orders, degrading comments, or heavily sarcastic remarks. While Leviticus does possess a sense of humor, his is starkly defined as being a distasteful strain. What Levi finds humorous usually involves darker elements or entertainment at the expense of others’ misfortunes.

On a more human, and genuine level, Leviticus is a man who isn’t as terrible as he allows others to believe. But for the sake of his own survival, he abides by living strictly by the image and reputation he has built for himself. Coveted beneath his ruthless and cold shell though is an individual that possesses a heart. He may not always lead with it, but he sure as hell has one. Defenseless life forms manage to coax his sense of buried empathy out from him, though he is abundantly cautious in openly expressing any ‘weaker’ emotions. Leviticus could never be cruel to something truly innocent or incapable of harm though; children and animals are typically his kryptonite, much to his dismay. It would make him feel much more at peace if he didn’t have a heart at all, and if he was incapable of feeling guilt or remorse, and wasn’t dictated by the mortal flaw of experiencing emotions that he’s so begrudgingly bound to.

Pain? You don’t know the meaning of the word… yet, but I’m more than willing to teach you.”

Likes:

Respect; Regardless of the means he uses to obtain it

Practicing Good Hygiene

Storm Gazing

Accomplishing Tasks

Cleanliness/Cleaning

Dislikes:

Loud Individuals

Disrespect On Any Level

Failure

Dirty Places/People

His Father

Strengths:

Marksmanship; Levi is a very efficient and lethally trained sniper, and his ability to aim and deliver lethal shots from both long and short-range is unparalleled

Combat; Hand-to-Hand, Artillery

Observant

Fast Learner

Manipulation

Agile

Weaknesses:

Paranoia

Insomnia

Workaholic

A Distinct Lack of Empathy For People

Inability to Form Close Relationships

Crippling Soft Spot For Children/Animals

“Trust is for children, don’t be so naive.”

Kin:

Deryk Reeves - Father - Alive:

Deryk Reeves is the former Secretary of Defense who fled north to establish himself as the highest-ranking authority of the former Canada before the collapse and governmental shift of the US began. Naturally, he’s an individual who is both formerly and currently highly respected by not only his peers new and old, but a vast majority of people in general. It’s a shame this ‘good man’ facade ends with his occupation, as Gray would know best the kind of wolf in sheep’s clothing his father is. Deryk, by all means, is not fatherly material. He’s harsh, cruel, belittling, and has expected more out of his children than the soldiers he once mercilessly groomed to perfection. As much as Gray despises his father by all accounts, he still possesses the sick and burdensome desire to please him.

Nadia Reeves - Mother - Alive:

Nadia is an unbearably kind and loving individual, someone who manages to see the good in everyone no matter how monstrous. She wears her heart on her sleeve, and it has cost her greatly time and time again. Her marital relationship had been on the decline well before Leviticus and his brother were ever in the picture, though it further deteriorated after their additions to the family. Suffering from a violent autoimmune disease, she strays no further than the bedroom she is confined in for the sake of her health. Easily, she is someone Levi would risk everything for, and one of the two people he genuinely loves.

Bastien Reeves - Younger Brother - Alive:

In some regards, Leviticus took it upon himself to shield his youngest brother from their father’s attention for most of their childhood. Being six years older than Bastien, Levi has always valued his duty as an older brother. They are a balanced yin and yang considering how starkly different they are, but at the end of the day, they have a brotherly pact that many aspire to have. It was inevitable for Bastein to pick up arms following familial pressure to do so, and the desire to be as close to Levi as possible, but with Leviticus being his brother’s superior, Bastien is often tasked with grunt work far from any possibility of him being hurt, or worse.

"I do not care what they think about me. And I do not ever think they care about me. That is how I survive at the top, because it is the only way to survive at the top."

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So much for the fantasy of a winter wonderland.

Stepping outside of his small, military-grade armored vehicle, Leviticus pulled down his snow goggles as white flakes began to violently whip around him. It had been his idea to lay detection devices into the ground along the territory line separating Alaska, and the newly, rapidly advancing country of Kyrontis. The name was proposed by his father, both the importance and symbolism known to only that man alone. Not that Levi cared to know what his father prioritized so much to name a country after, or perhaps by chance it meant nothing at all.

Driving another small, metal rod into the frozen ground, the dark-haired man was not oblivious to the turmoil beginning to take shape in the atmosphere above him. The winds were cutting through his already well-layered attire, and visibility was dropping at a concerning rate. This is why he had volunteered for this otherwise unattractive task. If by small chance the enemy was smart enough to stay just ahead of the storm, then it would allow them the covert advantage of crossing the territory line and taking advantage of radar disruptions. Levi, though, flattered himself with the idea that he was already two steps ahead of any possible upper hand the enemy possessed.

Straying what he estimated to be twenty feet, Levi drove another device into the ground before the weather made any other venture a risk. It would have satisfied him to lay them all along the border, yet he got enough into the ground to produce the bare minimum of the effect he was aiming for. Trudging back to his vehicle and welcoming the flood of heat it offered as he enclosed himself into it, the young man pulled his snow goggles and his fleece-lined face mask. All he had to do was wait for each device to sync to the hand-held device he had propped up in front of him in the vehicle. Four out of ten were the only ones that had registered. And if the device he had on his person went out of range of the rods before they synced, this entire process was a monumental waste of time.

The weather battered the metal fortress he remained in. Six out of ten now, and it’s been half an hour already. There wasn’t going to be enough fuel left to keep him warm and to get back to base at the rate it was taking for the detection devices to sync. It was becoming more apparent he would have to cut his losses in one of two ways; stay and risk riding out the storm at an old command cabin half a mile north and use the emergency supply kit in his vehicle to wait it out, or return to base and potentially allow the enemy to step foot onto his own country’s land. Neither option was pleasant.

After an intense several minutes of internal deliberation on the matter, Leviticus determined he would rather brave a vicious winter storm than be ridiculed for a militant intelligence failure. Even if the likelihood of the opposing nation sending a stealth unit ahead of the storm was low, it was still a very slim possibility. And Levi would not leave that kind of thing to chance. It’s not like he didn’t know how to endure rough conditions, his training and extensive grooming ensured that much. Besides, he would have supplies and an abandoned cabin post at his disposal, so it wouldn’t be an entirely uncomfortable situation.

Following the short drive, and condensing all of the items in the vehicle he would be hunkering down with including the rifle he always had with him, the dark-haired man set himself up within the rather spacious cabin. It had been built and designed to shelter a small border squadron of four to six members to be stationed for extensive periods of time. It was less of a cabin and more so a miniature base - fitted with a small kitchen, three sleeping quarters with one set of bunked beds each, a small exercise room, and an operations room. Leviticus dropped his items at the entrance receiving space which was a modest common lounge room. The most important aspect of surviving this storm here was his knowledge of how to properly light the furnace in the basement level of the cabin.

This particular furnace had a recurring issue of going out rather often, which was a very small consideration of the reason the place was ultimately abandoned for the winter season. Levi assumed he would need to relight it every few hours if the furnace proved to be the nuisance he already knew it was. Yet it was a considerably small price to pay for heat in the kind of situation he subjected himself to.


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