forum Desire's Untrust (Group RP) (CLOSED!)

Started April 19, 2021 by @requiemisback language

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Name: Margot Rosario
Age: 27
Gender: Cis female
Pronouns: She/her
Sexuality: Bisexual
General appearance: Margot stands at five foot seven. She has honey colored skin and medium brown colored eyes. Margot has jet black hair that she prefers to keep up in a bun. Below her right eye, there is a small birthmark. Other markings she has is are her right ankle, lower left cheek, at the lower left side of her abdomen, and one on the side of her left leg. She has a thin rectangular figure and a little bit of muscle definition. Most of the time she wears a black corset with puff sleeves, a short red skirt, high-laced boots, and pearl earrings.
Personality: She is the kind of person who prefers to stay on the sidelines of things, but she isn't afraid to take action when absolutely needed. Margot tends to be laid-back and nonchalant about most things if not everything. She's the kind of person who can befriend anyone and has multiple connections. Confident though happens to get anxious and paranoid from time to time. Margot is a kind person who likes helping other people and making sure that they feel better. She is a natural problem-solver and is obsessed with having control over a situation so that everything will be fine. If anything goes wrong, she is hard on herself and blames everything on her. For her mistakes can never happen.
Backstory: Margot comes from a pretty well-off family, but that's all thanks to her father and his illegal weaponry business. Her father was a mafioso before she was born but had to flee the country and move to Venezia. As the youngest out of three, she was always following around someone whether that be her father, mother, or two older brothers. She liked being around them and helping anyway she can. Sometimes she sat and watched her father conduct business but was sent out when negotiations became heated.

Nothing much happened till she got older. She went on to study pre-med in college and graduated at the top of her class. As she was going to college, she slowly started to get involved in her father's work; mostly just "business" negotiations and treating his men whenever they got hurt. Margot happened to fall in love with one of them, finding him to be very charming yet funny and dependable. They planned to get to get married after she graduated college.

Just a few weeks before graduating, her and her fiancé got in an "accident". The car faced a straight on collision from a truck. Margot remembers gaining consciousness and trying to save her fiancé before the ambulance. Even at the hospital she tried to get out of bed and do something, but was forced to rest. It made her frustrated and it didn't get any better after he passed away.

Margot doesn't like talking about it nor did she like doing anything afterwards. Her father tried to cheer her up and get her moving about by taking her to dinner parties and such, but she was still dejected. At a party, she happened to meet a few members of Rabbia. Only a few weeks later, she got recruited by the mafia group and became a member. Rising through the ranks, she became the medic for Rabbia, always ready on standby for whenever someone needs her.
Extra tidbits I may have forgotten to add here: Margot carries around a black messenger bag that acts as her first-aid kit. She is fluent in two other languages, but mostly curses and such in one. She also has on a ruby ring that she refuses to take off.

(Here she is! I hope she's all good. :D )

It had been a year since Kirsten and a few others had betrayed Rabbia. The syndicate, as of now, had grown to full strength ever since the betrayal occurred, and Kirsten herself was unsure of whether or not their Boss had taken the liberty of getting all her sentries up and ready. But that was not a thing to worry about; especially not now. All she and the other traitors had to worry about was making a quick getaway to exit Venezia before the sentries there could begin staking them out. It was clear they were already being watched, but it was a matter of leaving, not a matter of worrying about the process of doing so.

The young brunette eyed down a map of areas within Italy's reach, trying to figure out where they could possibly head to first. By now, Kirsten had just been considering leaving Italy entirely, but she didn't know how the other traitors would feel about such a thing. She didn't want to just do it on a whim, even though it was much like her to do something like that. She was unsure of what their first course of action should be, so she just decided to look to the others for their input. It was risky, the idea of leaving Italy, the place they'd all presumably grown up. But even despite possible disapproval, it had to be done. It was the next best thing to moving somewhere within areas near or surrounding Venezia.

Darcy sat outside of a bar in a café chair with his phone in his hand. All around him were people who were moving about, talking, some laughing, and spending time with others. But here he was sitting by himself, looking through news articles while watching the people passing by. There was nothing really for him to do and he didn't want to bother Boss or anyone else at the base. Besides sometimes wearing the vibrant expression just wore him out to the point where it looks fake. It's better to watch others do it naturally anyways.

A sigh escaped from his rose colored lips as he sat the phone down and reclined back in the chair. After a whole year, he'd think that Interpol would catch them by now or even the Rabbia members themselves. Those bastards shouldn't have gone too far; it's a small world after all. He even asked a friend to try to track them down, but after five months, there was nothing. His right brow quirked up as he scoffed. Oh all the angels and saints, he shouldn't be wasting all his thoughts on them, there is already too much on his mind anyhow.

Tapping his index finger on the table, he gazed down at the phone. Then resting his fist under his chin, he picked up his wine glass and took a sip. Darcy wondered if something is going to happen eventually. The feeling of anticipation was looming over him.

(Thanks! I'll get up her starter when I can.)

Spectra was just in a relaxed position Near Kirsten,well she was small enough that most any position could be relaxing but other then that. She looked over at Kirsten's face, seeing the question in her eyes.

"hey don't look at me, I'm not the planner of this group." She stared down Kirsten, before going back to messing around with her whip.

She wasn't the front lines fighter either, when the group needed information she got it, when a human wouldn't speak she would get it out of them even if she had to carve them up alive.
That was her job within the group, and because of that, she would get somewhat protection and be able to rebel against Rabbia.

"try asking the others for opinon." She offered once more, laying upside down in her chair and stretching her arms and legs out.

Crow fiddled with the drawstrings on his sweater, unsure whether he should sit somewhere or keep standing where he was. Staying around these people wasn't the most comfortable, but at least they weren't out to kill him. Yet.

"Beats me." He shrugged. "I don't have much of an opinion but I'd rather not stick around here for too long."
Glancing over at Spectra, he wondered how someone could look so calm and at home considering the circumstances they were facing. He wasn't positive if this was envy or frustration he was feeling, but it didn't quite sit right with him.
"I mean, you're the one with the map." He pointed out, motioning towards Kirsten's hands.

"My my, you should be a lot more careful my dear." Margot finished up wrapping the man's hand in some bandages. She carefully tied it tightly then snipped off the extra tidbits. Snapping her fingers, she look at the man. He gazed down at it then gently moved it to make sure nothing else was wrong with it. "Better?" She asked.

The man nodded, giving her a smile. "Thank you," He said before walking out of the room. She returned the grin with a small one of her own. Her eyes were glued on him till he walked out and the door shut.

A sigh left her crimson-colored lips as she leaned against the table. How one accidentally gets a serious cut while in the kitchen is beyond her, but she has seen a lot worse. When will the next one be? How worse will the injury be? Only the lord knows in her case.

Margot tucked a strand behind her ear as she walked over to pick up her phone. After watching the screen light up, she set it down. No new messages. She thought she'd at least get something from the boss, but guess not. Again she exhaled deeply then went to clean her tools.

Kirsten huffed. "Well, yeah, but I only have this so we can plan where to go," she grumbled, stirring slightly. "Plus, we need team cooperation. That's the only way we'll come up with a plan on where to go first, as well as where to go from thereon." Kirsten hated that she was the one giving the peppy talk about teamwork and crap, but she couldn't deny the fact that she was one of the only few that could actually give it, despite her being a major hothead. She felt as if she were one of the only ones with enough motivation to pull through and make a legit plan, though that probably wasn't the case. But she continued prattling on in spite of that fact.

"I'm thinking we should try and find a roundabout way out of Italy," she added casually. "I get that the lot of us grew up here, but even so, we need to leave before the boss' sentries are fully planted and ready to target us. We've already had a few altercations with them, so given, it's best we look for a way out before they act out any further against us." Kirsten leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other.

(Violet is in the gang and Dustin is her protector ( @imNOTdenki ?) So odk if they'll be together or doing their own thing. Sparrow is one of the traitors so o don't know what the traitors are doing right now so idk how to write my statter)

(The traitors are in one place talking about where to go.)
(And Dustin would be violet)

Sparrow 'tsked' and pushed off the wall she was leaning against. "I don't care if we leave Italy, the boss's sentries are worse than leaving our childhood backyards." She uncrowded her arms and started chewing on a toothpick.

Violet was sitting crouched like a frog on the floor. She had her eyes closed and was trying to make it to the other side of the room without tripping over her own two feet. She stood up and poked a foot in front of her, satisfied when she didn't hot anything. She moved through the room gracefully, years of ballet as a kid taught her to move in silence. She managed to reach the other side of the room, knowing she did so when she walked into the wall and fell to the ground, groaning.

Dustin popped in the room, slow clapping.
"Good job, if your attempting to hit the wall with your face."
He walked over to here and held his hand out to help her up off the floor.
His face was neutral as normal, though some people that didn't know him would think neutral was his angry face.
"maybe next time try and not to hit the wall, just an idea though."

Her nose hurt, more than she thought it would, as she took Dustin's hand to stand up. "Screw you." She glared and she lightly pressed it. "I was trying to move through the room without hitting anyone or anything, clearly I need to work on it a bit more. I'm just glad I didnt break my nose." She sniffed.

Crow pulled out a chair and sat down. How does everyone have so much energy? He thought, rubbing his temples.
"Sounds good to me," he replied, looking back at Kirsten. He decided it would probably be best to take a second to calm down before heading back into action. "I don't care about leaving either. Whatever is for the best."
He had mixed feelings about this place, and although he didn't want to stay, he couldn't help but feel a sense of attachment towards it.