gold
familiar Familiarrosalie - pronghorn
played by OOC Namepandora
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Post by milo tremerie on Mar 3, 2022 16:04:45 GMT -7
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the tremerie estate [attr="class","locbody"]
vulcan highlands expansive historic[break][break]
an expansive, gated grounds along the vulcan highlands, the tremerie estate is a well-kept and old as their family crest --- an ammonite fossil, symbolizing ancestry, legacy, and, at the same time, eternal evolution. within are many gazebos, an outhouse for the servants, private gardens, secluded trails, a few ponds, a moderate palace, and a small, abandoned manor that used to house a war council...
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gold
familiar Familiarrosalie - pronghorn
played by OOC Namepandora
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Post by milo tremerie on Mar 3, 2022 16:29:59 GMT -7
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keep your oaths [attr="class","locbody"] after meeting amavi at night with various[break][break] the servants had gotten used to his little rebellions -- he has been this way since he was a child: sneaking off from the edges of the estate, clashing swords with a stranger's son, kissing someone he shouldn't. they know all of this, but milo is their son as much as killian's, and he has won their hearts more than his father ever tried to.[break][break] "you look awfully pleased with yourself, my lord," someone says.[break][break] milo feigns a sheepish smile. under the darkness, he looks pure.[break][break] "why, what's so wrong with that?" he asks. he's smiling -- this dance comes naturally, he knows how to act the part of the favorite. and, after the encounter he's had, he's certainly feeling good about himself. [break][break] "where have you been, boy?" [break][break] killian descends from the stairs and looks, in spite of his question, uninterested in hearing milo's response. he watches his son like he is some foreign object to be inspected, an experiment yet to yield results.[break][break] the servant stiffens, but milo walks forward, almost protectively.[break][break] "lord father," he greets. even, measured.[break][break] killian snorts.[break][break] milo feels his teeth gritting behind his smile, but forces himself to stop, to relax. he's not going to let killian get to him today. he walks forward, up the stairs and past his father. he drops the pretenses, the politeness, and chances an arrogant aside.[break][break] "i'm sure you'll find out in the morning." [newclass=".loccont"]background: var(--secondbg); color: var(--iconcolor); font-family: "Jost"; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.8; width:520px; margin: 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; } .loctitle { text-align:center; font-weight:bold; font-size:20px; border-bottom:1px solid var(--thirdbg); color: white; font-size: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; box-sizing: border-box; padding:2em; margin-bottom:1em; box-shadow: inset 0 0 0 1000px rgba(18, 18, 30, 0.7); background-size: cover; background-position: center; } .locbody { padding:2em 3em 3em 3em; text-align:justify; } .locbody span { background-color:var(--boardbg); padding:0.2em 1em; float:right; margin:0 0.2em; } .locbody span:first-child { margin-right: 0;} .locbody b { color:var(--hovericoncolor);[/newclass]
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gold
familiar Familiarrosalie - pronghorn
played by OOC Namepandora
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Post by milo tremerie on Mar 26, 2022 0:14:51 GMT -7
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handling scandal [attr="class","locbody"] some days before punching aiden the morning with his parents[break][break] milo walks into the kitchen, hoping for a quiet morning, hoping to find his breakfast laid out in front of him and the manor empty, as it often is. but his parents have a wonderful knack for knowing when he's hit a low (and, he supposes, a broken nose makes the papers, bloody news and bloody tissue, what's new?)[break][break] "so, you let the son of a wh*re hit you?" killian summarizes.[break][break] milo winces. the kitchen is empty save for his meal - extra lavish, almost like someone had tipped off the kitchen staff. mother, no doubt. killian's voice comes from the family parlour -- but what surprises him isn't this. it's helena's.[break][break] "killian," she says, stressing his name like it's a reprimand. [break][break] but milo is quick to spin around, quick to defend himself before he can bear the embarrassment of his mom rescuing him.[break][break] "i don't think it would've been good for my standing to retaliate against a debute at his own party, lord father," he says, a deadpan. but he is clearly wounded -- his eyes do not meet killians. they wander to helena instead, who is merciless with her empathetic smile, who can do nothing but dote on him, even even if it kills him. killian laughs, but milo knows it's not really at his joke, is it?[break][break] "you know what else isn't good for your 'standing'?--"[break][break] "killian.".[break][break] milo stiffens. he meets his father's gaze, two pairs of yellow irises that never see eye to eye. [break][break] "--a broken nose, and a literal bastard that thinks he's better than you."[break][break] milo says nothing. he does nothing. helena sinks her nails into his father's palm and launches into a verbal objection, killian defends himself. they grow lourder. more animated. the unending sound of their arguments fades into noise, an all too familiar chorus that has been stuck in his head too long to hold any melody or meaning. [break][break] killian's damning criticism --- the one thing that's clear and sharp as ever --- plays on loop and keeps him company as milo takes a plate and sits at the dining table.[break][break] he eats his breakfast alone. [newclass=".loccont"]background: var(--secondbg); color: var(--iconcolor); font-family: "Jost"; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.8; width:520px; margin: 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; } .loctitle { text-align:center; font-weight:bold; font-size:20px; border-bottom:1px solid var(--thirdbg); color: white; font-size: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; box-sizing: border-box; padding:2em; margin-bottom:1em; box-shadow: inset 0 0 0 1000px rgba(18, 18, 30, 0.7); background-size: cover; background-position: center; } .locbody { padding:2em 3em 3em 3em; text-align:justify; } .locbody span { background-color:var(--boardbg); padding:0.2em 1em; float:right; margin:0 0.2em; } .locbody span:first-child { margin-right: 0;} .locbody b { color:var(--hovericoncolor);[/newclass]
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gold
familiar Familiarrosalie - pronghorn
played by OOC Namepandora
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Post by milo tremerie on Apr 27, 2022 18:29:50 GMT -7
[nospaces] [attr="class","dossiercont"] [attr="class","dossiertitle"] [attr="class","name"]milo tremerie. [attr="class","dossierhover"] [attr="class","hov"]cerberus [attr="class","hov"]aer+aquos [attr="class","hov"]pronghorn [attr="class","dossierbody"] basics full name milo tremerie[break] aliases milo; tremerie; 'hotshot'; 'em'[break] date of birth 26 september '97[break] affiliation cerberus; the tremerie family[break] physicality eyes yellow[break] hair dyed either blue or pink[break] height 5'10"[break] tattoos none -- though he always jokes about getting one.[break] piercings almost every ear piercing, at some point.[break] misc has a twisting scar that snakes from his back to the front side of his hip -- killian's winds were always curved like scythes, and milo did not learn to parry them quickly enough. has broken nearly every bone at least once, each story is a treasure from a childhood spent trying to fly with a magic that was made for cutting. (rosalie couldn't bring herself to tell him that there's a difference.) [break] mannerisms traits chivalrous, brave, manipulative, emotional, naive/cynical.[break] alignment lawful evil/good[break] speech articulate, but modern -- would rather wait before speaking than fumble. fumbles a lot anyway.[break] habits looks you in the eyes when you talk to him. mirrors your habits unconsciously. laughs when he's uncomfortable. always makes up for what he misses. a light sleeper. wears mismatched earrings. never forgets a name. prone to retail therapy. never forgets a favorite color; doesn't have one of his own. always smiles just before he tells a lie -- and smiles so often you'd never notice, anyway. [break] [newclass=".dossiercont"]background: var(--secondbg); color: var(--iconcolor); font-family: "Jost"; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.8; width:520px; margin: 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; } .dossiertitle { text-align:center; font-weight:bold; font-size:20px; border-bottom:1px solid var(--thirdbg); color: white; font-size: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; box-sizing: border-box; padding:2em; margin-bottom:1em; box-shadow: inset 0 0 0 1000px rgba(18, 18, 30, 0.7); background-size: cover; background-position: center; } .dossierbody { padding:0.5em 3em 3em 3em; text-align:justify; } .dossiercont b { color:var(--hovericoncolor); text-transform:uppercase; width:120px; display:inline-block; } .dossierfooter { box-shadow: inset 0 0 0 1000px rgba(18, 18, 30, 0.7); background-size: cover; background-position: center; color: white; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; box-sizing: border-box; height:100px; border-top:1px solid var(--thirdbg); display:flex; justify-content:center; align-items:center; } .dossierfooter span { margin:1em; } .dossierhover { display:flex; justify-content:center; align-items:center; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; height:0px; margin-top:-1.5em; padding-bottom:1.5em; box-sizing:border-box; opacity:0; transition:0.8s ease; } .dossierhover span { margin:1em; font-weight:500; } .dossiertitle:hover .dossierhover { opacity:1; } .dossiertitle .name { transition:0.8s ease; } .dossiertitle:hover .name { opacity:0; } .dossierbody h1 { text-transform: lowercase; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 0.05em; border-bottom: 10px solid var(--mainbg); height: 17px; margin-bottom: 2em; margin-top:1em; } .dossierbody h1:nth-of-type(2n) { text-align:right;[/newclass]
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gold
familiar Familiarrosalie - pronghorn
played by OOC Namepandora
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Post by milo tremerie on Jul 21, 2022 16:47:37 GMT -7
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a throne in the highlands [attr="class","locbody"] history the before ravenna tremerie[break][break] They were worshippers of the sun -- a clan (or a group of clans, really) belonging to the mountains and the storm clouds. The "Tremerie" name first appears among the early nomadic tribes of the Vulcan Highlands, and is written in the blood they spilled in search of glory. [break][break] Aer magic for them began as a neccessity: the treacherous highlands were impossible to navigate without it. And the spells they sung were just as important: the cold winters demanded soft lullabies for children that would taste only famine, and be blanketed by nothing but the snow. [break][break] Their land was not arable, so the Tremeries learned first to hunt, and then to put their blades against the throats of others and make them hunt in turn. [break][break] Hunt turned quickly to conquest, and then to kingship. The Tremeries put windblade against stone and learned, fairly quickly, they could carve their name in immortal letters against the mountainside. A stone grows around the wounds that light carves into it. And so, too, would they. [break][break] The throne they built then was the sun drawn as a spiral, it was half wind, half star, and it was the center of the universe -- theirs, the only one that mattered.[break] [break] Eventually, the Tremeries learned civilization.[break][break] The tides of it cannot really be avoided, though not for want of trying. They hid in their hills; darting from one ridge to the next peak, seeking the shadows, withering at the dawn.[break][break] It took many generations for their fangs to dull, for fur cloaks and handaxes to be replaced by pressed suits and rapiers. [break][break] Eventually, they knelt before a human king. So much for Gods. So much for the sun. [break] [break] The things that ruined them were mundane: the promise of riches sung a sweet spell onto ears that did not know the worth of their land. Some early deaths. Some lacks of heirs. Some untimely deals and terrible relationships—too much trust, these wild things had, for traps hidden in plain sight, for sharp-edged teeth wrapped up in pink-white smiles. [break][break] So the story is told: they gave it away. [break][break] And "it" was everything—their knowledge, their spells, their sons. The Tremeries gave away the mountains themselves. [break][break] In turn they received the opposite of all their teachings. What is more permanent than sun carved into stone? What is more transient than love, than freedom, than riches and an easy life? [break][break] It is difficult to turn the lens of the present toward history, it is difficult to hold ruin in your hands and ask it to unwind itself, to become whole again. The pieces have already broken apart—it is senseless to ask why an expect an answer. [break] [break] So, Ravenna does not try. [break][break] She has accepted her lot: youngest daughter to a dying house, an estate in disarray, bickering, worthless parents, the jagged passes of the highland all around her, a stone for a heart, and a voice in her head telling her: [break][break] You are not the storm. You are the end of it. [newclass=".loccont"]background: var(--secondbg); color: var(--iconcolor); font-family: "Jost"; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.8; width:520px; margin: 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; } .loctitle { text-align:center; font-weight:bold; font-size:20px; border-bottom:1px solid var(--thirdbg); color: white; font-size: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; box-sizing: border-box; padding:2em; margin-bottom:1em; box-shadow: inset 0 0 0 1000px rgba(18, 18, 30, 0.7); background-size: cover; background-position: center; } .locbody { padding:2em 3em 3em 3em; text-align:justify; } .locbody span { background-color:var(--boardbg); padding:0.2em 1em; float:right; margin:0 0.2em; } .locbody span:first-child { margin-right: 0;} .locbody b { color:var(--hovericoncolor);[/newclass]
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gold
familiar Familiarrosalie - pronghorn
played by OOC Namepandora
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Post by milo tremerie on Jul 17, 2023 20:14:27 GMT -7
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the helix hotels [attr="class","locbody"] setting, various history the present[break][break] known by their iconic tilted HH, the helix hotels are in every major city. from luxurious resorts to run of the mill inns, the hotels have earned a degree of both prestiege as disassociation from the tremerie name—though it's public knowledge that the noble family runs the hotel, it isn't exactly an obvious fact to the naked eye. [break][break] (you'd be surprised how many forget that the tremerie clan is also known as the house of helix.) [break][break] though each individual hotel has its own charm and level of amenities, all of them tend to feature tremerie design staples: gold, black, and artful windows or atriums placed at choice corners, or in the lobby. they also all feature some kind of gambling space—from a meager collection of poker tables and slots, to full-fledged in-house casinos. [break][break] though the brand occupies buildings that are sleek and modern as much as they occupy old estates, the helix hotels, as a concept, is relatively new. [break][break] established in 1976, it is owned jointly by ravenna tremerie's three children two children and grandson, with killian milo tremerie owning a majority 50% stake, and catra and jonah owning 25% respectively. [break][break] it began as a way to legitimize blood money—the tremerie's stolen valour and light during the great war needed, somehow, to pass for a glory born of the sun. there it went: golden ray beaconing from the highlands down to large swathes of neglected, promising real estate. or the skeletons thereof. ravenna tremerie's wealth flooded the city and its older, forgone buildings in the wake of a war, in the wake of its profit.[break][break] they spent a long time like that: laundering money through the gambling dens and other hotel expenses, pulling the metaphorical spokes of the so-called sun, churning their invented light into something real, something noble. [break][break] nevermind the fact that even after they turned, they kept open the back alley, used old tactics to make new friends, never could bring themselves to stop the bleeding, to move on. now even the narcisse have come roost at the heart of their city, and it was the tremeries who held open the gate. [break][break] this was the work that defined the childhoods of catra, killian, and even jonah tremerie, who was only twelve at the time—all of them, that peculiar postwar generation of hungry, hurt, and wide-eyed children, were taught: this is the sun and the shadow, the city and its underbelly. your making and unmaking, do you understand? [break][break] they ran and played in the rooms—tag, hide-and-seek. they counted to ten, twenty, one million. they spent spent their whole lives, searching for eachother.[break][break] even now, the halls haunt their nightmares. [break][break] even now, they turn to look—at the chime of the elevator, they expect their mother's frozen, too-sharp smile. [break][break] hiding, are you? [newclass=".loccont"]background: var(--secondbg); color: var(--iconcolor); font-family: "Jost"; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.8; width:520px; margin: 0 auto; box-sizing: border-box; } .loctitle { text-align:center; font-weight:bold; font-size:20px; border-bottom:1px solid var(--thirdbg); color: white; font-size: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; box-sizing: border-box; padding:2em; margin-bottom:1em; box-shadow: inset 0 0 0 1000px rgba(18, 18, 30, 0.7); background-size: cover; background-position: center; } .locbody { padding:2em 3em 3em 3em; text-align:justify; } .locbody span { background-color:var(--boardbg); padding:0.2em 1em; float:right; margin:0 0.2em; } .locbody span:first-child { margin-right: 0;} .locbody b { color:var(--hovericoncolor);[/newclass]
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gold
familiar Familiarrosalie - pronghorn
played by OOC Namepandora
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Post by milo tremerie on Jul 17, 2023 21:32:34 GMT -7
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sins come in threes [attr="class","locbody"]
the before history ravenna[break][break]
you have to understand: no trinity is holy, in the land of godless men.[break][break]
and to sin is just err with purpose—so ravenna tremerie made three mistakes, all with her eyes wide open. trysten would give her heirs, that was why she chose him. that was why she bothered with it, him, family.[break][break] (trysten padwell dies months after her last child is born. he is mourned as a hero, a father, a man of the people.[break][break]
ravenna stands unweeping at his casket. [break][break] a state of shock, they say.)[break][break]
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gold
familiar Familiarrosalie - pronghorn
played by OOC Namepandora
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Post by milo tremerie on Jul 17, 2023 21:35:00 GMT -7
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catra [attr="class","locbody"]
the windfury 61 acolyte cerberus retired[break][break] [break] ravenna's favorite—the eldest daughter, the prodigy, the one that was supposed to win her the world. and oh, she was perfect: greedy and smart, a monster on the battlefield, a woman who understood her, came from her, a wildfire that she owned. [break][break] and she gave her a fight, too. [break][break] a little war to waste her days with, now that the war was done—that spitfire, that rebel, her darling girl. white hair dyed an electric blue, catra tremerie was storm long before she was wind, and long after, too. [break][break] her lightning colored the skies of ravenna's thunder—and, one after the other, int hat discordant harmony: they argued, and fought, and they must have (oh, they must have) loved eachother. [break][break] all this, and more. [break][break] all this and more, until a pretty little songbird came along. until a song of sprin began to melt even marble, and that girl whispered to catra the promise of a dream: run away with me. [break][break] and she said yes. [break][break] (she should have said no.) [break][break] "catra," see, is a half-name. it has no ending, no anchor. sierra scott was the woman that found her whole, and one that broke her free from destiny, from the sun, from tremerie.[break][break]
she couldn't do it without dying, of course. [break][break] (there was a house, once. a house on a hill, a house with a garden, the kind of house you run away to. [break][break] she burned in it, sierra scott. [break][break] a woman of fire and passion, a woman of kindess that did not belong.)[break][break]
sierra scott is survived by a child, and by a lover with a broken heart, home, name.[break][break]
catra tremerie's mother says: are you done with your tantrum?[break][break]
she is looking into a mirror that has grown dust all over its skin.[break][break]
catra, see, is long gone.
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