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The daughter of a mafia boss is instructed to cosy up with a boy of old money ties. Will her interest become genuine, or will the grand scheme of it all ruin something good? |
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Character’s full name: Crew Evelyn Harris Sinclair Reason or meaning of name: Crew’s name stems from many familial ties, and most of them can be traced back many generations Character’s nickname: TBA Birth date: 5/27 Age: 22 Physical appearance: Crew is all white teeth, and big smiles. He is sunshine, warmth, and sandy beaches. He is a 6'2 bundle of blonde hair and muscles, and he is beautiful. His big green eyes are captivating, and something about the warmth found there draws people in. He has an athletic build, and uses it to his advantage in everything he can think of. His face is well-built, with a strong, square jaw, and high, sloping cheekbones. His eyes are not deep set, unlike his father's, and his dimples pop whether or not he is smiling, you can see that they are there. He doesn't wear glasses, nor does he wear contacts. The Sinclairs do not need to wear any sort of correction, because, from the outside, they are already perfect. Why would they need something so trivial? His skin is warm and tanned, he has no blemishes that are visible. The few scars he sports along his legs come from sports, and those were to be expected, of course. Crew was born to play sports. Back in Massachusetts, every fall, every break, every time not spent in school was to be spent in physical activity. Tennis, lacrosse, baseball. He is the epitome of a handsome young man from the East Coast, prepared to become everything he was meant to be. His most distinguishing marks are his stature, and his face. The Sinclairs have a very distinct way of look, that stems from generations of tall, blonde, happy people getting married, and having tall, blonde, happy children. Crew follows after these expectations perfectly, with his vigorous height, his cheerful nature, and then hair that is so unmistakable. These blond locks fall long over the summer, when he refuses to have it cut, and it will curl slightly around his ears, softening that clear-cut jawline. He rarely styles his hair, given the amount of time spent in the water, on the beach, or on various sports fields, why would he? It stays neatly out of his face for the most part, so he is satisfied. Crew's voice is rather low and smooth, and his enunciations are clear and precise. Every word is meant exactly as it is said, unless he is in a temperamental frame of mind. Overall, he is found attractive by the girls he knows, and he makes a point to keep it that way. He is the product of two of the wealthiest families on the East Coast.. Why shouldn't he be praised and adored? Treasured and doted upon? Crew dresses like a young gentleman for the most part. He will wear the proper tuxedos and polo shirts, the jumpers over button-down shirts, He will wear the ties as expected, his shirts buttoned all the way up his throat. But the summers are his, and his alone. Linen shorts and shirts find their moments, as do his less casual clothes. However, if he could truly have his way, he would be quite content to wear nothing but his swimsuit, and spend long summer evenings on tiny, secluded coves, sipping a whiskey and sour, soaking the last rays of the sun's warmth. Crew normally doesn't wear many accessories, but occasionally he will wear a simple, silver chain with his sisters' initials engraved on a small pendant. . Personality: Crew is ambitious and smart enough, and uses these to his advantage when he can. He is quick witted, and easy to laugh, but once he's formed an opinion, he is not willing to change it. He is stubborn and articulate, and loves to debate and argue, whether for fun, or if he means it. For the most part, he is curious and creative, and will listen well, especially if it might teach him something new, that he can use to look even more intelligent later. Crew is very adventurous, and is always ready to do something that could lead to danger or trouble. Risk-taking is a trait he is known for, and one his parents have tried time and time again to rid him of, to no avail. He is loyal to a point, but the moment he has a reason to distrust you, he will start to pull away. Despite this, Crew often comes off as arrogant and forgetful, which he tries to not show, but occasionally will surface. His impulsivity can lead to terrible consequences, and he never seems to take anything away from his failures. Some would see it as resilience, others more as pig-headedness. He is snarky, and his sharp tongue can often come off as more harsh than he intended. He is also very disorganised, and his rooms would be a wreck if it weren't for the help his parents inevitably employ. He has a very dry, dark sense of humour, which many people in the upper echelons of society do not understand, nor do they appreciate, which has gotten him into trouble many a time. His greatest joys in life are his athletic endeavours, and his two younger sisters. His greatest fear in life is losing his sisters, especially the one who is only a few years younger than him. He is most at ease when he is with his family, or with close friends, though occasionally he will close himself off if he doesn't know a lot of people. He prioritises his relationships above his academic career, and his academic career above his athletics. When he was younger, he struggled greatly with anxiety and depression, mostly stemming from the pressure of his parents, though he was put on medication for it when he was nine, and never looked back. Who cares if sometimes, he takes a few more pills than necessary? Who cares if he can't sleep at night without having a large alcoholic beverage, or some heavy duty meds? He certainly doesn't. It's perfectly normal, and he is perfectly fine. His life goals currently revolve around finishing college at Princeton, and taking on the family business, which he honestly isn't positive what is. His father prefers to not speak of his job with the family, especially in front of his wife. Crew also plans on continuing to play his favourite sports, and, if time allows, he is hoping to be able to travel around Europe with a group of his friends, or perhaps a partner. . Relationships: Mother (Rosamund Sinclair): Rosamund Sinclair married young, and married high. She was known for being a beauty, and carries on her family legacy with her well-known parties, clambakes, and any other reason to celebrate. She recently celebrated her fortieth birthday, and is having a hard time accepting that she is beginning to grow older. Despite her fluttery nature, she is a warm, maternal figure for all her children, and raised them well. Father (Preston Sinclair): Preston Sinclair is the polar opposite of his wife, especially in public. He is closed off, and keeps his feelings and business endeavours close to his chest. However, at Rosamund’s many parties, he takes time out of his busy schedule to socialise with her guests, and participates in any events she has planned. He tolerates his children, but none of them would ever say they feel particularly loved by their father. He rarely dines with them, and when the Sinclairs head to California for their summers, he does not accompany them. Siblings: -Kennedy Sinclair: Only two year younger than Crew, Kennedy Sinclair is everything she expected to be. A bright, blonde beauty, she is smart and sweet, and fun-loving. She and Crew get along like a house on fire, and when they were younger, were rarely seen without each other. Now, their interests have changed slightly, but they still hold quite an impressive sibling rivalry and affection for each other. Kennedy is planning on attending Harvard, and often helps her mother with the huge parties she throws. -Clementine Sinclair: Clementine is the youngest Sinclair, and a rainbow baby. Rosamund had wanted three children for a long time, but had suffered through multiple miscarriages after Kennedy. She began to lose hope around the time Crew was turning fifteen, but to everyone’s surprise, Clementine made her appearance ten days after her big brother turned sixteen. Now, at six years old, she is taking after her big sister, and any attention from her siblings is greeted with big smiles and joy. Despite her being the youngest, and a surprise, she is not treated with any more favour or affection than her siblings. . Pets: The Sinclair family has always had at least one dog, normally two or three. Right now, they are happily engaged with a Doberman pinscher, Cha-Cha, and a Golden Retriever, Dixie. Cha-Cha spends all his time at the East Coast house, but Dixie travels with the family. |
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Full Name: Daphne Feyre Alejandro • Reason or Meaning of Name: Daphne's name can be traced back to that of her grandmothers on both sides, her maternal having been Feyre and her paternal Daphne.
• Nickname(s): Daph, tba • Birthday: 12/18 • Age: 21
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Appearance:
With fair skinned striking features and a drop dead gorgeous smile, Daphne is easily one of the prettiest in the room. Behind her rosy plump lips sits two rows of perfectly straight bright white teeth with canines that are slightly sharper than the average. At 5 foot nothing with a physique of slender curviness, one would not think Daphne to be lethal, but god is she. Behind that stunning smile and pretty face is a woman capable of taking down a grown man to her level. While she may not have a lot of muscle, she has other arts and abilities that play into the favor of her small body build. Her fire red hair ends at her curved waist, cascading down her back in ringlet curls. Her eyes are such a crystal blue they seem to stare eerily into one's soul. Those lashes are her next best weapon. Their long, dark appearance gives her the ability to simply bat them and receive what she wants in most cases. Beneath the outer corner of her left eye sits a beauty mark, the only visible mark upon her face.
Speaking of her face, it's shaped like a soft diamond, with high cheekbones and a slightly narrow chin. Her nose while button like and dainty is a bit upturned, giving her the perfect little nose. She has many scars for a lady, but considering her upbringing it's all too normal to her. Most are minor from her training, though she does a few major ones that have a very dark history behind them. Those reside across her back and down her right side. Her voice is her dead give away of who she is, with its soft, velvety nature holding the undertone of an Italian accent. Each word, even if dripping venom, is so softly spoken She does not resemble her family in anyway but this, as her father is dark haired and dark complexed with amber colored eyes. Her mother has fairer skin, though still tanned with hair of the deepest of blacks.
Daphne dressed to impress, often adorning stunning cocktail dresses with heels since she likes to give herself a bit of a boost. Occasionally evening gowns and fancier clothes make their appearance, but only when the occasion calls for it. She'd much prefer to dress on the edgier side of things. She'd rather the flexibility of black spandex type pants with combat boots and her flowy long sleeves. In other words, comfort and practicality was key for this woman. As far as jewelry goes, she wears none aside from a moonstone ring on her right ring finger. That very ring had been passed down for generations within her family.
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Personality:
Daphne is quiet and sharp tongued, preferring to keep to herself if at all possible. Shes a people watcher, wanting to observe those around her before she approaches. Despite her preferences, she's often made to put on a face of extroverted-ness. To put things mildly, Daphne is a pawn who's being used for the betterment of the family. Afterall, one does not keep power by keeping to themselves. The only thing is that Daphne does not want the power or the responsibility that her father is putting upon her shoulders. Destined to one day lead the family, Daphne is lectured day in and day out about the importance of increasing the family power and gaining wealth within their ranks.
She's been in many an arguement, her temper something to be reckoned with. It's likely something she'd gotten from her father, along with a stubborn, hard headed attitude. Once you've angered her, it's hard to resolve such a thing, as the grudges she holds are brutal, even towards those she loves. She's loyal and trustful to her dying end, but it would be wise to tread lightly. She may respect your opinions and values, but if you dare disrespect her or her own ways, then the next thing coming might just be a foot to ones jaw.
Underneath this cold exterior, however, is a soft, silly little girl with a love for the little things in life. She wants nothing more than to find a partner for loves her for who she is on the inside, not who she to the world. She craves someone she can laugh with and be a little goofy without any worries that it's a scam. Ironic, right? Yeah.
As far as the rest of her life goals go, she wants to finish out her business degree and preferably escape the mafia life. Is that entirely possible? Probably not, but it'll be damn well worth the shot.
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Relationships:
Father- Jensen Alejandro Her father is the embodiment of charisma and charm. He's a business man and a damned good one, invested in his works and partnerships. Now, just because he's kind and outgoing doesn't mean that he's not dangerous. He holds a terrible temper, one in which can lead to bouts of violence and death if bad enough. He's not a man one should wish to cross as he's ruthless and all around a fierce person. No one but his wife is safe, not even his own daughter. Tough love, as he calls it.
Mother- Dahlia Alejandro Her mother is a graceful, quiet woman who prefers to socialize after she's had a few good drinks. She's awkward at times, which is why she's hardly ever seen at the country club mingling with guests. She can be described as Jensen's true better half, his gentle, caring side. Even after the worst of days, Dahlia always manages to keep her husband in check. She had never been high in the world until she married Jensen, but she struck gold when she married for love, even if he's a terrible human being.
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Pets: The Alejandro family has never been much for pets, but Daphne has always had a soft spot for horses, so she boards one at their country club. It's a creamello Arabian mare who has quite a bit of spice named Genevieve. |
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Crew woke early that summer morning, his day already planned. However, this part was *not* planned. He'd been hoping to sleep in late, and then have a lazy afternoon golfing with his father, only getting up when he couldn't stand to be in bed any longer. To his dismay, he awoke to both his sisters jumping on his bed, loudly singing some pop song. He groaned and rolled over, and the girls squealed in disgust at his bare chest. He shooed them out of his bedroom, and slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His morning remained somewhat lazy, he got up and took a long, hot shower, then dressed in a loose linen shirt and shorts. The sun was already hot, and he helped himself to a martini while he perused a magazine, then took a look at his plan for the day. He was still set on going out to his father's country club, Essex Bay, for a long afternoon of sports, pool, and good alcohol. Thankfully, Mr. Sinclair was content to take his son there, so they set off around 11:30.
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The two men spent a good two hours out in the sun, playing through the lush, sprawling golf course at Essex Bay, and by the end, were warm and tired. They headed inside, and split up, Mr. Sinclair to the smoking rooms, and Crew down to the billiards room. This room was bright, with huge, arching windows, and heavy drapes pull off to the sides. It was full of young, rich men who were descended from long lines of wealthy, handsome people. Crew wandered over to one of the groups of boys, recognizing quite a few of them. This was where most of the Princeton and Harvard students came during the summer, especially those with well to do families. He chatted with one of his acquaintances, a young man named Brooks. After a few minutes of forced pleasantries, they retired to the back of the room, where they began a lively game of billiards. It only took a moment before bets began to be placed by the surrounding spectators, and it went on like this for some time. Crew quickly became impatient with the monotony of the game, and wandered off after a few moments, spotting his sister on the other side of the room. Although he would never tell her, he was very proud of his little sister. Kennedy was gorgeous, and knew how to handle herself. She was a vision in white, clearly flirting with a man, and he decided not to intrude, instead heading to the bar. He perched himself on a stool, and ordered a whiskey and sour, his favorite drink. While he sipped it, he scanned his surroundings, taking in the people who'd also chosen to spend their Tuesday afternoon at a fancy club. |
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When Daphne was so rudely awaken that morning, she hadn't the slightest idea of what her day would look like. Getting jolted awake by her father was the last thing she'd wanted, as sleep was becoming a rare commodity. "Get up my child. I've got plans for you today," he instructed, causing the little red head to groan and glare at her father. "Another power play meddling with my love life, is it?" She hissed, throwing the covers off of her legs before getting out of bed. Jensen gave her a look of warning, his arms crossed over his stout chest. "We've talked about this. You just have to talk to him. See if you can grab his attention," he grumbled, walking for the door of his daughters room. "Get dressed. I want you there soon, Daphne," he informed her, his words sounding too much like a command for her likings. Daphne toddled into her bathroom, taking a scalding hot shower before getting dressed. She took her time, making sure every hair was where she wanted it. She knew that if she took her time to spite her father she wouldn't have to meddle in someone else's life for as long. Unable to stall anymore, she dressed in a pitch black baby doll dress paired with some flats seeing as she'd find herself at a country club later. Heels getting stuck in the grass was just a hard no.
. By the time she'd arrived at Essex Bay it was well past noon, somewhere abouts 2:00 in the afternoon. Daphne strod through the room, speaking soft pleasantries to those who paid her any mind. She brushed hand through her curls, looping one around her finger as she reached its end. Her father had told her who to look for, going as far as providing a picture so that she'd had no chance to say she didn't find him. She approached the bar, her pale blue eyes scanning the area around her. Daphne had long spotted the man, but she didn't want to intrude just yet. She needed a drink first, which ended up being a stout vodkacran. The little woman rose the glass to her lips, taking a lengthy sip as she started towards the other end of the bar. She sauntered towards Crew, putting on that fake sense of confidence that the alcohol was aiding her with. "A fellow people watcher I see.. One would think such a handsome young man would be with the crowd posing as the life of the party," she spoke, sliding up onto the stool next to him. Daphne wasn't exactly lying with her words, but God did it feel like it. False intentions were the worst.
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Crew gave the girl a half smile, finishing off the last of his drink. His slender fingers ran around the icy rim of the cup, and he carefully set it down on the table.
"Old habit. People watching is very interesting, you can learn a lot about someone by the way they stand, the way they interact."
At her second comment, he snorted, and shook his head.
"Not me. My sister maybe. She *is* the life of the party."
He gestured to where his sister had been standing a moment before, and winced when he realised that she was now straddling the boy she'd been talking to, and he quickly dropped his eyes to the floor, his face twisting with disgust. Kennedy was acting like she could be a fool, and she wouldn't have to take the fall for it. For once, he was going to let her. Normally, he would have delicately removed her from the situation, but he was so sick of acting like her parents. He dug in his pocket, and pulled out a cigarette, then frowned. He hated the habit, but it gave him something to do with his twitchy hands. He dropped it on the counter, unlit, and ordered a few shots of vodka.
"My plan is to get absolutely plastered, and hope a pretty girl will sit on my lap while I sleep," he said bitterly, knocking back one of the shots. He was frustrated from that morning, when Kennedy had woken him up and was exhausted from the late night he'd had the day before, full of parties and alcohol and fun. . (short, sorry t-t) |
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Daphne grinned, shaking her head slightly. There indeed was a lot to be learned by watching others, and something told her she'd get a kick out of watching him. She rose the crystal glass to her lips and drained it empty, setting it onto the counter before looking at the man again. Her gaze followed as he gestured to his sister, a smile twitching at the corner of her lips. "Life of the party indeed... I can't blame you for preferring the sidelines, however." She hummed, looking at her neat, well manicured nails. "I've never been a big people's person myself. The only time you'll catch me acting like the life of the party is on the dance floor," she admitted, tilting her head slightly as he'd pulled a cigarette out. Daphne hadn't taken him for a smoker, but to each their own. After all, one wouldn't expect for such a small woman to drink like a fish either. She followed his example, ordering herself a few shots of vodka. Daphne laughed softly despite his bitter tone, as such a comment resonated with her deeply. She knocked back a shot, setting down the little glass before speaking. "Now that sounds like fun," she smirked, twirling one of her curls around her finger absentmindedly. "You're well on your way to being plastered, so I suppose all you need now is a nap and a willing woman," she mused, taking her last two shots back to back like they were nothing.
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