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Lucia Luciano

"give me your hand, and you won't regret it. though i might."

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a character in “ad infinitum”, as played by rubytuesday

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NAMEXX Lucia Cassandra Cordelia Luciano

NICKNAMESXX Lucy; by friends and family (often, likes)

AGEXX 20

SEXUALITYXXpansexual
xxxxxxGENDERXX nonbinary (they, them)

NATIONALITYXX US American

ROLEX human (or so they think)

HEXXX #f19b4c
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H E I G H TXANDXB U I L D: 5'4", petite

they are a relatively slight person, though their tight curls add an inch or two to their stature. even with this added boost, however, on their biggest hair day they still fall beneath 5'7. their frame is similarly small, with a natural slimness to it that far from lends itself to intimidation. their facial features have been called catlike, though to be honest, their eyes say 'puppy' more than anything else, for all their softness. however, their sharp jaw and high cheekbones, are indeed rather feline, and they don't resent either comparison.

when it comes to presenting themselves, they prefer feminine fashion, and gravitate especially towards things that look (and are) expensive; if they didn't know any better, they might worry they're subconsciously overcompensating for something. their feminine presentation also lends itself to makeup and jewellery, and they are rarely seen without a tinted lip, or several pairs of earrings (they have three piercings in each ear) and several rings on a number of fingers. Their aforementioned curls are perhaps their favourite feature, and they crown their head like a . Their hair is almost as alternating as their temperament, and they regularly switch between wearing it down, or in space puffs, braids, cornrows, bantu knots and twists. finally, their brown skin is also something they take fierce care of, with a routine that they follow religiously- it has seemingly paid off, however, for they are seldom spotted with a zit or mar on their face.


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P E R S O N A L I T Y:
they are something of a gemini, adjusting their personality to fit the people around them. Some call it fake, others call it congenial, they mould the degree to which they smile, speak and emote depending on how they best believe those around them will react. They are good at keeping the peace, and, for all the opinions they hold, always seem to know when to hold them back, and who is safe to share them with. And by safe, they mean that said person already firmly likes them. And this is important, because despite the air of self-confidence that they radiate, and the natural sociability of all their interactions with others, friends and strangers alike, they do desperately want to be liked. The notion of being disliked by someone unnerves them in an especially insidious way- it keeps them up at night, rolling back and forth, regretting past conversations and interactions that have more than likely been long-since forgotten by the other party. One could potentially accuse them of hypocrisy, though, because they are certainly not opposed to disliking others. On the contrary, their patience for others tends to run on the side of short- used to acting a certain way, they sometimes misconstrue contradicting behaviour as 'rude' or 'selfish' without recognising the reasons the other party may have behaved that way in the first place. They are trying to become better at this- to stop jumping to conclusions, but they have a bit of a way to go.

Even when complaining, they tend to undermine their frustrations, and perhaps it is their recognition of their sister's plight that has prompted this. They have a tendency to not properly recognise their hurt when sharing said hurt with others- they play it off as slight and unimportant regardless of the toll it is taking. They are trying to separate themself from the role of 'spoilt rich kid,' of 'privileged prince/ss,' but they are likely going about it the wrong way. Sometimes they are made aware of it- but words of validation have yet to prompt any longterm change. Once again, they offer help and advice, yet fail to heed it themselves.

This growing awareness of the privilege they exist with is not without its benefits, however. On the contrary, it has extended their boldness to stand up for what is right. Their aforementioned desire to be liked has its limits, and they are not cowed by any disdain that their sense of justice might provoke. They do not falter easily when their passions are flared, and these passions extend far beyond themself and the bubble they live in. Classism and pro-arcane ideals run deep in their family; and whilst the former is one that they actively protest regardless of setting, the latter exposes some internalised conflicts. A sense that they have failed by being human, rather than arcane, goes against all their demands for human-arcane equality, and yet the feelings linger within them. They do not hold themself to the standards they hold others in this regard, and although they would never suggest that any other human is lesser to an arcane by nature of their humanhood, their family circumstances have nonetheless ingrained that notion into their own sense of self.

self-consciousness besides, they are equal parts dependable and flighty. They are insatiably loyal, dedicated to others more often than they are to themselves, and a romantic streak burns brightly within them. There in an idealism there, a tendency to view the world in a rosy hue even as they are protesting injustices, or defending others from bullies. This especially extends to people; wherein they fall in love easily and brutally, only for their fickleness to have them recover just as quickly. There is barely a breath between loves for them, although perhaps they simply haven't experienced a real enough love for them to understand the pain of losing it yet. Every abandoned crush, every denounced idolisation, they do not linger long in their feelings, because a new love often blooms moments later. They yearn for pretty faces, and charming personalities, and have yet to experience a disappointment that truly aches. And perhaps they never will, because they themselves have yet to recognise the lack of weight to their past 'loves', and the lack of dedication towards every pushing them to far beyond the surface-level flutters of a crush. Instead, they are buoyed; not kept afloat so much as kept from diving deep. Their desperation to remained liked, and their paralysing fear of rejection keep them clawing for the surface, even as their heart presses and pushes against their chest, desperate to sink down, down, down.

Q U I R K SXA N DXO D D I T I E S:
loves playing stylist- they love doing people's hair, their make up, their outfits- they have a habit of turning the people around them into art projects (though not without consent, of course). That said, they're quite reticent when it comes to receiving the same treatment, and they definitely aren't a fan of people trying to adjust their style or their fashion, and definitely not into people touching their hair without their permission (it doesn't happen a lot, but it certainly has happened before, and things got icy pretty quickly). Physical affection is one of their more distinct love languages, and although they have attempted to adapt to recognise that other people do not always view acts physical intimacy in the same way as them, they do occasionally slip up and hug someone before remembering whoops, that's right- not a hugger, that one.

F E A R S:
they have already felt the sting that comes with feeling like a disappointment, but the pain and fear of further instigating that disappointment continues to plague them. their apparent powerlessness has left them feeling inadequate, and that feeling has since been further fuelled by their father's focus on their arcane-gifted half-sister. they fears that their (seeming) lack of an arcane might prevent them from ever being able to make their father proud- or bring pride in general to their family name: an aspiration that continues to cling to them, despite their growing discomfort surrounding their family and their family's classism and cruel reputation. Furthermore, they fear rejection, both from their family, and from others, and so tries desperately to keep on the right side of both parties, hiding any discontent beneath whatever facade necessary.

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T H EXXP A S T

describe their history here. if you wish to keep certain aspects of it a secret, feel free, but include a very vague history. how has their abilities/curse etc affected them in the past? if they're human, why cascadia?

So begins...

Lucia Luciano's Story

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Character Portrait: Isabella Vayne Character Portrait: Monet Grey Character Portrait: Lucia Luciano Character Portrait: Isaac Fox Character Portrait: Carla Delgado
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Despite being siblings, Carla and Lucia had spent a significant amount of the break apart from one another. Back home, Carla's bedroom had spent the months unfilled, much to her father's chagrin, and her step-mother's silent contentment. Instead, she had spent the time hopping from apartment to airbnb. A week couch-surfing here, a few nights in a motel there; she had moved across the city as necessary. It had been expensive, and the numerous jobs she had worked had not taken kindly to her erratically changing addresses, but even at her bank account's most strained, she had never considered returning home. Not even Lucia, with all their words of reassurance, could convince Carla to remain anything but firmly distanced from her father, who she had no intentions of making amends with. Especially now, with all the nights she had spent rattled by the possibility that he was intentionally hiding her mother away, or, at the very least, that he knew more than he let on. He had insisted many times that he had not seen her since their battle in court, that she had gone on her way, perhaps even left the States. The last suggestion hurt and worried Carla especially so, though it was remedied by her firm refusal to take everything her father said with a dash of cynicism. The man was a notorious liar, after all, especially when he had such a heavy incentive.

Suffice to say, she felt happy to be back.

Furthermore, she was happy to see Lucia again, especially now that there was no quiet concern present beneath the surface of each interaction. Their environment had stabilised, and the worry ceased in favour of their typical enthusiasm. Now, Lucia sat in front of Carla's mirror, brows furrowed as they altered their hairstyle a fourth and final time. The teardrop jewels beneath their eyes winked in the lamplight as they deftly knotted the second of their two hair puffs. Carla, meanwhile, was on her second drink, preferring to get a buzz going before entering the fray. Lucia's own can of citrus-something sat still waiting on the dressing table, untouched for an hour since being opened.

"Just about ready to go."

"You said that an hour ago."

"My bad."

Carla shrugged, leaning over her sibling to inspect her face in the mirror. It too was touched by gems and glitter, and sent sparks flying across the glass. Satisfied, she pointedly shifted Lucia's can towards them. "You good? Drink up and let's go." One last lookover, and Lucia snatched the can, attempting to down it, then thinking better of it midway.

"I'll drink it on the way- let's go!"



By the time the two arrived, the buzz was kicking in for both of them, and they were all smiles as they walked into the house, greeting people left and right. The two of them were well known, well-liked despite their (or rather, despite Carla's) scandalous reputation. Lucia exchanged glance-overs with a passing handsome stranger as they hooked their finger around the ring of another can, catching the fizz on their lips.

"Damn, there's a lot of people h-" They and Carla spotted her at the same time, and Lucia's spirits immediately dampened. Isabella stood across the room, dressed as glamorous as ever. She looked stunning. Lucia felt sick.

"Come on." Catching their arm, Carla tugged them in the opposite direction. Lucia's head was bowed, but Carla threw back a frown at Isabella. The frown lingered as she noted the person Isabella was talking to. Are they friends, or what? It was going to be a problem, but as her gaze returned to her sibling, she noted it as one for another day. She spoke, tone hushed, as they walked towards where Monet and Isaac stood chatting. "Ignore her; she's not your problem tonight, okay?" Resisting glancing back, Lucia's response was as resolute as they could muster, "Okay." Carla gave their arm a reassuring squeeze, and by the time they reached Monet and Isaac, Lucia was bright once more, giving each of them a hug.

"Hey!"

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Character Portrait: Isabella Vayne Character Portrait: Harmony Cunningham Character Portrait: Lisa Chu Character Portrait: Lucia Luciano
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Material girl, you can't afford me
This conversation got boring
You're so 2000 before me
You're in the past, you're yesterday morning

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Arcane ║ Outfit ║ Hex: #C24E00

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Isabella smiled as her mundane talked a bit about her small winter break. Bella would’ve liked to do a bit more shopping, but couldn’t exactly complain about the clothes her sister had given to her. When Lisa pulled a deck of cards out of her new bag, which Isabella noted to herself to talk to her about later, her face began to glow a bit more, especially with the added information about learning a new trick. “Girl. Of course I want you to show me, how am to advertise the ‘amazing Lisa’ without knowing the show.”

Isabella was leading the way towards the parties kitchen, knowing the layout of the apartment from her previous adventures. She knew Lisa was behind her, well more so assumed because she wouldn’t know why she wasn’t. Though a certain voice talking to Lisa made her stop and turn around, changing her expression from a happy and entertained look, to more of a serious look and crossing her arms and leaning on one leg. The one and only Harmony Cunningham, or more well known and preferring the name of Hatch. Bella rolled her eyes when Hatch thanked Lisa for coming, even though Isabella was the reason the non-arcane student had come to the party.

When Hatch spoke about her outfit, Bella squinted a bit, shooting her a glare. She had already looked Harmony over, but did it again, with more exaggerated movements. “Yeah, I guess it’s a good party.” Bella began to talk, extending her arm out and checking out her black white painted nails. “And thanks. My sister is just starting to get big in the fashion industry. Maybe if you had come to my family's gala you’d know that.” She shot a smirk at the arcane, knowing full well there was no invitation. “Oh sorry Lisa. It’s
 a complicated matter. Maybe next time I can sneak you an invite.” She said to her companion with a wink, knowing full well the chances of that were slim to none.

As she turned from speaking to Lisa, Isabella’s eyes wandered a room for a second, somehow landing and meeting the look of a certain someone, someone who she hadn’t talked to or even seen since their fight at the Vayne family party. Lucia Luciano. Lucia seemed to flip out at her about not saying the right pronouns to her which one thing led to another and them ending on bad terms, but the woman’s last words stuck with Bella since. "You know, for a genius, you really are so ignorant." But even now she looked as great as before, a much different outfit that Isabella was wearing, but paired amazignly with the usual face gems and look she would wear. Her eyes darted away from Lucia as Hatch spoke about her outfit.

“Though your outfit is great, fits your figure. I’m pretty sure I saw some maids and stewardess wearing the same thing. Anyways. We were just heading to the kitchen for some glasses that for the wine my dearest one here brought. Welcome to join us Harmony, but I know that you have certain company you like to hang around with. Let’s go Lisa, I’m thirsty and wanna see this new trick of yours you’ve been.” Isabella flipped her hair and headed towards the kitchen, already getting flustered with Hatch and would have to ‘discuss’ things with her later.

Isabella opened some cabinets to find some actual wine glasses, not wanting to use ‘solo cups’ for the Moscato Lisa had brought, and quickly opened the bottle to pour them some wine. “You hear the gossip about another student's death?” The redhead asked, curious about the mundane’s opinions on it. She leaned in close for a second and lowered her tone of voice. “I even heard it could have been magic related and some cult had kidnapped a few days prior.” She said quietly, mostly wanting to tease Lisa a bit about Cascadia’s rumors about arcanes and magic, even though they weren’t actually rumors, but she didn’t need to know that.

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Character Portrait: Monet Grey Character Portrait: Lucia Luciano Character Portrait: Booker Price Character Portrait: Isaac Fox Character Portrait: Carla Delgado Character Portrait: Darcy Jones
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Honestly, this was a good party. Good music, the atmosphere was great, everyone around seemed to be enjoying themselves, as far as Monet could tell. They were happy with it all, but they knew they’d likely grow tired of it if they didn’t eventually cross paths with someone they could really engage with. Monet supposed they could have been paying closer attention, because they very quickly found themself running into someone. Shit, they thought, but realized who it was before any sort of apology could slip past their lips. Monet laughed and squeezed Isaac as tightly as they could. Monet grinned when he complimented their hat, but very quickly adopted a more stern expression, “You, sir,” They pointed an accusatory finger in his direction, “Should have popped by when you got back. I missed you entirely too much.” They were just kidding, mostly. Monet had missed Isaac; they’d missed all their friends. A bright smile spread back across their face, “You look great! If you weren’t so much taller than me I might threaten to steal your jacket.”

Isaac said he was hungry, and Monet raised an eyebrow, “You didn’t eat before you came?” There was a gentle sort of concern in their voice: Isaac needed something to eat, or else he would be absolutely miserable when he started drinking. Of course, he probably just hadn’t had the time. The theatre program could be pretty demanding, so it wasn’t a shock. They grabbed onto Isaac’s hand so they wouldn’t get seperated, and set out to where they assumed some food could be found, “How was your break?” They were, of course, curious, but they also just wanted something to talk about. “It was boring as hell here with everyone gone for the holidays.” Monet looked over the food options, but they weren’t really all that hungry. Still, some chips or something never hurt anyone.

Then Monet heard a familiar voice say, “Hey!” And that, combined with the warm hug, brought a grin right to their face.

“Lucy!” Monet practically squealed as they hugged their friend, “Look at you! You look incredible! I love your top.” Then they turned to Carla, and gave an exaggerated gasp, “My god. You look fantastic, too. Very sexy.”

Now, with their friends around, Monet’s heart felt a little fuller. There was something about the certainty of being among the people you care about. Monet was such a social individual, and being here among their friends felt like exactly what they’d needed.





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B O O K E R PRICE
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Booker didn’t mind his family, but he preferred to see them in smaller doses. All he heard about was how well his sister was doing in med school, his cousin was getting married, his mother’s best friend’s sister’s kid just had a baby, and anything about him was an afterthought. He was happy for his sister, and his cousin, (and he guessed he was happy enough for his mother’s obscure acquaintance he’d never met), but if he were being honest it was grating. He didn’t need to hear about his sister’s gpa for a tenth time, he had it memorized after the third.

He didn’t talk about school much, though. Certainly not about the student that had been murdered. Booker was a little worried about it, obviously, but he had to hope that it was an isolated event. He didn’t need his parents insisting he try to transfer in the middle of the school year. Booker liked Cascadia; he had friends there, he liked the area, the professors. If things got worse, he’d consider it, but as it was he didn’t want to even really consider leaving.

As it was, he was glad to be back. Having some space from his family, he felt like he could breathe again. He always forgot how smothering his mother could be until he was back in her presence. He’d arrived back on campus really last minute, just a few days before classes started back up, and adjusting back to classes was never the easiest thing to do. Booker wasn’t complaining, though, he really thrived at Cascadia, and he enjoyed most of his classes. Maybe he was a nerd, or maybe all the studying was something to focus on so he didn’t have to face his own issues.

Either way, when Booker heard about the party, he figured it could be good for him. The compounding stresses of everything that had been going on meant that even Booker could use a breather. He didn’t tend to go to parties, and everyone that had ever invited him to one knew that he was more likely to say he needed to study than agree to show up, so the times he did show up people acted like it was an act of God or something. “You came!” or “You made it!” or “Wow, I never thought I’d see you outside the library!” Comedic genius, really.

Booker had never really cared for punctuality at these types of parties- it didn’t matter much, and he wasn’t going at all if he didn’t finish everything he needed to do. But here he was, with an offering of some craft beer he’d brought back from Wisconsin. There were quite a few people at this party. He spotted some he’d rather avoid, others he didn’t mind. He figured he’d start with dropping his drinks off; he was willing to share.

He offered a smile to anyone he knew as he went, and he almost went right up to talk to Darcy when he spotted her (she looked really pretty. Well, she was always pretty, but her dress was very nice.), but she seemed to have made herself part of a small group, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to interrupt. Still, he tried to catch her attention by waving at her. He didn’t want to pull her away from her conversation, but if he were being completely honest, he’d missed her over the break. They hadn’t had an abundance of time to catch up since classes had started back up, and he hoped that they'd have a little time to talk, at least.

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Character Portrait: Isabella Vayne Character Portrait: Harmony Cunningham Character Portrait: Monet Grey Character Portrait: Lucia Luciano Character Portrait: Isaac Fox Character Portrait: Carla Delgado
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HATCH CUNNINGHAM
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Hatch just raised an eyebrow as Isabella mentioned her family's gala. Hatch knew full well that her family didn't tend to be invited to these things. A lot of older Arcane families viewed her bloodline with vague disdain due to the fact that the gift wasn't present in every generation and was only ever present in women. And to be honest, she was totally fine with that. Isabella's family's galas just sounded like her own family events but so much worse.

Isabella's comment about her outfit just made Hatch chuckle. Really, if she was having to resort to comments like that, Hatch had basically already won. Being called Harmony really just concreted that for her. She scanned the room as Isabella walked away, looking for people she hadn't already greeted that she actually wanted to talk to. That was a notoriously small group of people. So when she spotted Lucy and Carla talking to Monet and some guy she only recognised in passing, she decided that was better than nothing.

"Well, look who we have here!" She called as she reached the small group. "Monet, my dear, you look as adorable as ever, that look is just too sweet!" She said. "Carla, you are rocking that look. And Lucia, bringing some sparkle to all of our lives," she said with a grin, and wrapping an arm around her friend's shoulders as she turned to look at the man. After examining him for a minute, she thought she'd seen him hanging out with Monet a few times, but she didn't think she'd ever really crossed paths with him, but his outfit was different enough to what every other guy seemed to be wearing that he intrigued her. "Hatch Cunningham. A pleasure."



ISAAC FOX
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Isaac pouted as Monet gave him a stern look, telling him off for not having been around sooner, before laughing as they admitted to missing him and complimenting him on his jacket. "I don't know, you could probably get away with it as a dress," he teased. "You'd rock it, but not as much as you're rocking that cute ass hat," he said. He rolled his eyes as they asked him about not eating. "I totally meant to, I just didn't have time, mom," he teased as they made their way over towards the food. He was impressed by the selection, it was better than the pizza and chips that most parties just offered.

"Oh, I can only imagine. My holidays were... nice. Quiet, really, I kinda missed the chaos of college life," he admitted as he piled some chicken fingers onto his paper plate. [color#7b78b4]"Even if I'm now running between class and workshops and auditions, I wouldn't change it for the world."[/color]

He grinned as Lucia and Carla appeared, both of them looking absolutely fabulous. He returned the hug enthusiastically, before popping a chicken finger in his mouth. However, the presence of a new person almost had Isaac feeling on edge. She gave off an intimidating aura, even if she was a little shorter than him. She greeted the others before turning to assess Isaac, and he had to resist the temptation to shrink back under her gaze. But apparently, she deemed him worth her attention as she nodded and introduced herself as Hatch Cunningham. Hatch was such an unusual name that he was about to ask her about it, but another look at her and he decided against it.

"Isaac Fox. A pleasure to meet you," he said. "Is this your party?" He asked, and she nodded, those steely eyes unreadable. "It's pretty great. The food is really good," he said, and she nodded again in what he presumed was thanks.

"So how was your holidays?" She asked, but Isaac got the impression that the question wasn't particularly directed at him.

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Character Portrait: Isabella Vayne Character Portrait: Harmony Cunningham Character Portrait: Lisa Chu Character Portrait: Monet Grey Character Portrait: Lucia Luciano Character Portrait: Isaac Fox
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Material girl, you can't afford me
This conversation got boring
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Arcane ║ Outfit ║ Hex: #C24E00

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Isabella giggled to herself watching Lisa’s reaction and response to her bringing up the recent death on campus. She knew the girl’s major and assumed an event like this would peak her interest. “Cascadia is a college from a time long ago, you never know with places like this.” She quickly spoke in between listening to her current drinking companion and sipping the wine. Though she wasn’t expecting Lisa to ask to ask her if she knew anything about it. Obviously Bella wasn’t here when the death happened, so she wouldn’t be suspected, but she knew it wasn’t a question of Lisa interrogating her as a suspect. But her question was more so if she knew anything about it.

“Well hun, you know I come from a legacy of people coming to Cascadia, Vayne isn’t a shy name around the halls...” Bella said, swirling the glass of wine in her hand. “How about this little one, I’ll do a little bit of family digging, and if I find anything, you’ll be the first I tell.” She said with a smirk. Once again, not expecting herself to actually follow through with telling a mundane about the secrets of Cascadia and her own family, but it was fun to play around. Isabella quickly slowly sipped the rest of her drink and set the glass down next to the sink. “Anyways little Lisa, you know I need to make more face around the party. Go enjoy yourself, and thank you for the wine and the words.” She gave the woman a smile before leaving the room.

Bella saw many other friends and acquaintances as she walked through the next room. As she scanned the room, her eyes landed on a group of friends from before the break that she also saw at her families recent gala. A wicked smile came across Isabella’s face as she began making her way over towards them, ready to indulge in some recent gossip, and maybe even hear a bit more of the recent tragedy that struck Cascadia. But as she passed by a group of people in a circle minding her own business, Isabella quickly felt a fluid splash against her face and over her outfit.

“What
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Isabella wasn’t sure if it was the look in her eyes, or someone’s gut feeling came into play, but as she stepped forward, someone stepped in front of her starting to hold her back. “Really? Going to throw a drink on me and just stand there?” She asked rhetorically trying to push past whoever was holding her back, quickly seeing it was Hatch. “Let me go right now Hatch, this sexist mundane pig needs to be taught a lesson.” She said out loud, glaring back at Isaac.

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Monet couldn’t help but grin as Isaac teased them. They didn’t mean to be pushy and practically parent him, but they didn’t always know how else to express that they cared. They were also projecting their worries about their younger sister onto him. Monet couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty for being so far away from her this year. The Grey family had their first Christmas without their mother the year before, and now Petra had gone through her first holiday season without her only sibling. There had been a lot of firsts for their family in the past few years.

Monet couldn’t be there with their sister, but it was easy to take that worry and guilt and use it to fret over their friends. It would fade quickly, just as it had before. Even in that moment, as Monet greeted friends and complemented outfits, the sense of worry and guilt seemed to melt away. Everyone was having a good time, and so would Monet.

Hatch’s arrival was a welcome one, in Monet’s book. They grinned at the compliment, and quickly fired back with, “You look fantastic, and I feel underdressed!” It was mostly in jest; Monet was comfortable enough in their own skin not to be too bothered by the way other people were dressed at a house party (even if they still couldn’t quite wrap their head around wearing heels to an event like this). They were glad to see that Hatch and Isaac seemed to be getting on well enough, and when Hatch asked about the holidays, Monet shrugged.

“I was here. It was
 Nice and calm, mostly. Kind of nice, really.” That was a total lie; Monet had hated being alone. It was too quiet, boring, and slightly depressing. They were due a little excitement.

However, an upset Isabella Vayne was not what Monet had in mind. Silently, Monet said a thankful prayer to no-one-in-particularly that Hatch had been there to hold Bella back. They weren’t sure there were many others at the party that Isabella would have allowed to restrain her. “Really? Come on, Isabella; I know it’s upsetting, but this is a fucking party. Shit happens.” And this is why you don’t wear your fancy new furs to a college party. Monet was fairly sure Isaac wouldn’t dump his drink on someone on purpose, but even if he did, not many people would really blame him for targeting Isabella Vayne.

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Character Portrait: Isabella Vayne Character Portrait: Harmony Cunningham Character Portrait: Monet Grey Character Portrait: Lucia Luciano Character Portrait: Isaac Fox Character Portrait: Carla Delgado
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“Lucy! Look at you! You look incredible! I love your top.”

“My god. You look fantastic, too. Very sexy.”

"Carla, you are rocking that look. And Lucia, bringing some sparkle to all of our lives,"

They were no strangers to compliments, and they returned the niceties will matching sincerity. Already, the tenseness that had tightened about Lucia had begun to loosen, replaced with the comfort of friendly faces and Hatch's arm around their shoulders. Carla too, was at ease, very much in her element with a buzz of friends about her, and a drink in her hand.

She brought the can back to her lips, smirking against the metal as she watched Hatch and Isaac's tentative introduction. She didn't blame Isaac for his tremors; Hatch was certainly an intimidating presence, even with several shots of vodka in her system. She didn't think it would take them long to bond, though. Alcohol, for all its unappealing inducements, tended to prompt many friendships through its reduction of inhibitions. Perhaps by the night's end, the two would be cackling together over a game of beer pong, or kissing in a shadowy corner. The possibilities were all apart of the fun, and Carla buzzed with anticipation of the night ahead. She wouldn't be opposed to her own shadowy corner, in fact, given the right buzz and the right partner.

She hadn't been entirely sure how to respond to Hatch regarding the circumstances of her summer- they had hardly felt like a holiday, after all, but thankfully she found she did not have to, for any dismissive comment she might have uttered was quickly cut off by a particularly drenched and fuming redhead.

“What
 the fuck
."

Carla and Lucia's reactions were near opposites; whilst Lucia was all shock and concern, Carla's surprise quickly turned to amusement.

“Really? Going to throw a drink on me and just stand there?”

Carla's smile faded into bemusement as she followed Isabella's accusatory gaze, which was aimed directly at an especially bewildered Isaac. Isaac?... Is she serious? That guy couldn't throw an insult, let alone a drink.

“Let me go right now Hatch, this sexist mundane pig needs to be taught a lesson.”

Stepping between Isabella and the source of her ire, Carla addressed her with lazy derision. "Jesus, chill the fuck out, Isabella. He didn't do anything."