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EFFIE BEAUFORT

            CIRCA                2025; RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2 RP (REDM)
          ACTIVITY             main character
        ALIGNMENT          lawful neutral
       FOCUS AREA         lawwoman; western sheriffs office, deputy

andromeda cassidy

            CIRCA                2025; RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2 RP (REDM)
          ACTIVITY             secondary character
        ALIGNMENT          neutral/chaotic evil
       FOCUS AREA         outlaw; 'freelance'

MADELYN ARKWRIGHT

            CIRCA                2021; GRAND THEFT AUTO V RP (FIVEM)
          ACTIVITY             story paused
        ALIGNMENT          True Neutral
       FOCUS AREA         medical; paramedic, firefighter, cc, T.E.M.S

CELESTE BÚI

            CIRCA                2023; GRAND THEFT AUTO V RP (FIVEM)
          ACTIVITY             story in limbo
        ALIGNMENT          Neutral Evil
       FOCUS AREA         Criminal; 'The Dons'

ARABELLA OAKLEY

            CIRCA                2024; GRAND THEFT AUTO V RP (FIVEM)
          ACTIVITY             story paused
        ALIGNMENT          neutral good
       FOCUS AREA         POLICE; MOTOR UNIT

ELOUISE ARGONSTEEN

            CIRCA                2022; GRAND THEFT AUTO V RP (FIVEM)
          ACTIVITY             RETIRED
        ALIGNMENT          CHAOTIC NEUTRAL
       FOCUS AREA         criminal; 'church'

ELVA

            CIRCA                2025; HOMEBREW ADVENTURE
        CAMPAIGN            A MOST MYSTERIOUS OFFER
             TYPE                 fairy; cleric, trickery
        ALIGNMENT          CHAOTIC NEUTRAL

AURORA

            CIRCA                2025; HOMEBREW ONESHOT
        CAMPAIGN            EMBERLARKE UNIVERSITY
             TYPE                 tiefling; sorcerer, lunar embodiment
        ALIGNMENT          LAWFUL GOOD

LEGAL NAME       Celeste Thi Búi.
   ✦ monikers & title(s).     Ms. (title), cel (to nyx), wifey (to harmony mgmt), tippy taps (to accomplices).AGE       Twenty-four.
   ✦ date of birth     June 27ᵀᴴ, 2001.
   ✦ birth chart     Cancer ☼, Libra ☾, Virgo ↥
   ✦ birthplace     california, usaGENDER.       female, she/they.
sexuality.       whatever.APPEARENCE.       ✧
   ✦ eyes.       dark brown.
   ✦ hair.       black.
   ✦ build.       5ft 4, skinny.
   ✦ modifications.         FULL BODY TATTOO'D in  VARIOUS STYLES . SEPTUM, LABRET, EYEBROWS AND MULTIPLE EAR PIERCINGS.

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001   :      IMMENSE ARC.          Integer nec lectus porttitor, interdum turpis et, finibus sapien. Fusce tincidunt ac arcu non ullamcorper. Sed vel lorem maximus, commodo sapien id, euismod lacus. Sed rhoncus aliquet tortor pharetra euismod. Duis egestas venenatis neque id placerat. Vestibulum ante ipsum primis in faucibus orci luctus et ultrices posuere cubilia curae; Vivamus volutpat libero ac lorem luctus, eget rhoncus quam congue. Quisque at neque sed velit blandit convallis. Cras eu tincidunt tortor. Mauris at enim tincidunt orci tempor elementum. Donec volutpat lectus vel dui ullamcorper, vitae laoreet nunc convallis. Praesent quis erat vitae nisi luctus tincidunt non ut turpis.
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LEGAL NAME       MADELYN KAYLEE ARKWRIGHT.
   ✦ monikers & title(s).     Chief & Dr.               (titles), maddie & mads (universally); favourite (to Sammy), CUNT (TO DONOVAN).AGE       Twenty-five.
   ✦ date of birth     february 17ᵀᴴ, 2000.
   ✦ birth chart     Aquarius ☼, Leo ☾, Virgo ↥
   ✦ birthplace     Northern EnglandGENDER.       female, she/they.
sexuality.       bisexual.APPEARENCE.       ✧
   ✦ eyes.       light grey-blue.
   ✦ hair.       ginger, dyed white/silver.
   ✦ build.       5ft 7, average.
   ✦ modifications.     sleeve tattoo on   left arm , bird feather on  right hip  (family tattoo). septum & multiple ear piercings.

001   :      ECLIPSED.       Fresh in a new city, living paycheck to paycheck out of a dingy apartment, Maddie and Lily made their footing with a few friends, including Alex, Tobias, James, and Ricky. The group quickly formed an alliance with each other, which didn't go unnoticed by other city residents.
   The group found a home in Chumash and named themselves Eclipse. By day, they would travel to the Cassidy Trail, throwing themselves into their legal job of hunting and fishing to supply local markets. By night, they went unnoticed, breaking into stores, stealing electronics, venturing out to the Catfish Islands to process and sell ecstasy and MDMA, and breaking into bank vaults. Despite the numerous pursuits, they would always get away, going unknown and unregistered to the police department.
   Throughout this change in her lifestyle, Maddie noticed Lily growing distant. The couple, who were usually attached at the hip, supporting and going through the same chapter of their lives together, now had a tense atmosphere when they were in a room together. Lily would return later and later into the night with each passing week, sneaking into their bed, until eventually she wouldn't return home at all. Lily's phone became off limits, and conversations about wedding plans became taboo and often pushed off for "later."
   During a hunting trip with Lily and Tobias, against her better judgement, Maddie read a note found tucked between the backseats of their truck. A love note. And like that, everything clicked into place. Maddie continued as normal, not wanting to believe what she'd read, until Lily left her. She spiralled into a destructive cycle. She made everyone they mutually knew aware of what she had done, and she lost any care she had for her own wellbeing and safety. The life of crime she had initially gotten into because of Lily came to an abrupt stop when she made the decision to leave the "friends" she had behind and move to a new city to have the fresh start she wanted in the first place.

   Her brother Donovan, along with Lily and Tobias, joined the Los Santos Fire Department under new management, with Angeliela (Angel) as chief and Faith as second in command. Tensions flared: Faith quit after Isabella Rose’s short-lived promotion, her removal following a hostage situation with a civilian over a twitter argument. Angel's partner was finally bought in as second in command, Samuel Janeck. During this time, Maddie became friends with an officer named Josh Daggler. Feelings blossomed, and a short-lived relationship came and went. Exhausted from the strain on her personal life, and lack of communication towards the end of her relationship with Daggler, Maddie sunk herself into her work, building herself up from a lieutenant in the medical battalion up to a commander.

LEGAL NAME       ARABELLA ENID OAKLEY
   ✦ monikers & title(s).     Ms. (titles). bella (universal), onomatopoeia (f. yhu)AGE       Twenty-three.
   ✦ date of birth     April 1, 2002.
   ✦ birth chart     Aries ☼, Sag ☾, Cancer ↥
   ✦ birthplace     LOS ANGLES, CALIFORNIA.GENDER.       female, she/her.
sexuality.       heterosexual.APPEARENCE.       ✧
   ✦ eyes.       blue.
   ✦ hair.       blonde.
   ✦ build.       5ft 4', skinny legend.
   ✦ modifications.     diamond tattoo on left elbow, various faded scars from gunshot injuries.

LEGAL NAME       Elouise Maeve Gray
   ✦ monikers & title(s).     Secretary & Mrs. (titles), EL (universal).AGE       Twenty-seven.
   ✦ date of birth     April 20ᵀᴴ, 1998.
   ✦ birth chart     Taurus ☼, Aqu ☾, Leo ↥
   ✦ birthplace     LONDON, England.GENDER.       female, she/her.
sexuality.       bisexual.APPEARENCE.       ✧
   ✦ eyes.       hazel.
   ✦ hair.       dark brown.
   ✦ build.       5ft 7, average.
   ✦ modifications.     heavily tattoo'd on both arms, legs and torso. left nostril pierced & multiple ear piercings.

LEGAL NAME       EFFIE LOUISE BEAUFORT.
   ✦ monikers & title(s).     Deputy & Ms. (titles).AGE       Twenty-three.
   ✦ date of birth     January 11ᵀᴴ, 1889.
   ✦ birth chart     Capricorn ☼, Tau ☾, Tau ↥
   ✦ birthplace     LONDON, England.GENDER.       female, she/her.
sexuality.       heterosexual.APPEARENCE.       ✧
   ✦ eyes.       green.
   ✦ hair.       light blonde.
   ✦ build.       5ft, slim.
   ✦ modifications.     missing upper knuckle of right ringer finger. various light/small scars from gunfights & animal attacks, none particularly distinct.

the journal of

Effie Beaufort

the most recent entry:

Dear Diary,                 5 September 1912

It feels strange to write again. The days have swallowed me whole. Patrols, reports, disputes and God knows what else meant by the time I had time to sit still, I had no words left to put down. Some time early last month I'd gone from Deputy to Senior, and today from Senior to Corporal. While lining up for a bank pursuit, McCoy came up behind me and Sutton and congratulated me on my promotion to supervisor. We thought he was joking, it wasn't until nearly an hour later when things had settled he confirmed it was real.
Aside from that life is much the same, just an extra weight on my shoulders than when I first started writing in these pages again. I help train the assistant deputies now. I see myself in some of them - the same questions, the same doubt. I try to give them the same confidence Rictor and Stone gave me, but it's hard some days. Folk expect us to be made of irons, but some nights I still lie awake with my heart racing, the sound of a gun ringing in my ears.

The badge is just as heavy, but my back has learned to bear it. I think that's what time does - it teaches you to carry your burdens without breaking. I'm hoping to keep this journal closer again. If my work is to shape me, I want to leave a record behind as something more than just the reports filed neatly in drawers. More than anything, I just hope this keeps me sane.
        Write soon.

   EB xo

all journal entries:

   15 September 1912   

AGE: 23

Dear Diary,

- D2

   5 September 1912   

AGE: 23

Dear Diary,

It feels strange to write again. The days have swallowed me whole. Patrols, reports, disputes and God knows what else meant by the time I had time to sit still, I had no words left to put down. Some time early last month I'd gone from Deputy to Senior, and today from Senior to Corporal. While lining up for a bank pursuit, McCoy came up behind me and Sutton and congratulated me on my promotion to supervisor. We thought he was joking, it wasn't until nearly an hour later when things had settled he confirmed it was real.
        Aside from that life is much the same, just an extra weight on my shoulders than when I first started writing in these pages again. I help train the assistant deputies now. I see myself in some of them - the same questions, the same doubt. I try to give them the same confidence Rictor and Stone gave me, but it's hard some days. Folk expect us to be made of irons, but some nights I still lie awake with my heart racing, the sound of a gun ringing in my ears.
        The badge is just as heavy, but my back has learned to bear it. I think that's what time does - it teaches you to carry your burdens without breaking. I'm hoping to keep this journal closer again. If my work is to shape me, I want to leave a record behind as something more than just the reports filed neatly in drawers. More than anything, I just hope this keeps me sane.
        Write soon.

   25 June 1912   

AGE: 23

Dear Diary,

The badge felt different this morning. Same tin and shine as always, but different. We took a call, a store robbery, and once folks were sent off to Sisika the promotion came: Assistant Deputy no more, just plain old Deputy Beaufort. No brass band or speeches, just a nod and 'you've got what you need, you're good.' That was it, and that suits me just fine.
        It doesn't feel like a leap as much as just a step over the line I've been walking along for weeks. Same office, same horse, same team, same routes - the only difference is nobody looking over my shoulder to confirm I know ass from tit. Definitely feels like I have steadier footing in place.
        I'm keeping at it. I hope Mum, Dad and Thomas are proud.

   16 June 1912   

AGE: 23

Dear Diary,

A man died today. No careful phrasing will soften that. It wasn't just me who raised my gun and fired. He had 50 gunshot wounds. He was likely dead before his body even hit the ground. And yet the world will go on turning with that fact inside it.
          It happened on main street. Myself and Ricter had come across the man earlier. He was being taken out of town after too many women complained of his creepy behaviour. Hands empty, voice full of filth. His lingering demeanour, his breathing down their necks. His behaviour was directed towards me, too. We told him not to come back.
          But he did. He stood at the corner of the Sheriff's Office where deputies were talking, calling our Sergeant and his girlfriend 'snitches' before firing a bullet into both of them. It happened so fast from there. I remember hearing the shot, then bodies hitting the floor. There was at least six of us, guns in hand, unloading into him as he ran away. He fired a couple of shots back but had no chance. The doctors were in town, thankfully. The man was declared dead within minutes. Sergeant GreyHawk-Brookes and Deputy Clarke will be fine, as long as an infection doesn't have its way.
          I don't feel proud. I don't feel damned. I feel responsible, and I know I would do it again if the choice were this or another deputies burial. I hate that I now know that. I hate that he made it a question I had to answer.
          The badge is heavy tonight. But it is still mine to carry.

   13 June 1912   

AGE: 23

Dear Diary,

I made it. I'm barely a day into the job, and I've seen more chaos and lawlessness in this short time than London could muster in a year. The romantic notions and dreamy letters of life in the west have shrivelled quickly between the gun smoke and broken glass. It's not all quite how I'd imagined it. The first night was gruelling. I had barely finished loading my rifle when the first call went off; a store robbery at dawn in Strawberry, then another in Armadillo. A bank vault was blown open at some point, but between the brawl in town and a train robbery, it all blurs into one.
        We ride until dark, I feel aches in places I didn't know I could ache. The smoke and gunpowder have woven themselves into my coat. And to top it all off, my horse can barely keep up with the others. I feel like we're in the same boat - not quite ready, but not running away from it. I've cried through a few nights in the stables, nestled between horses who don't care about my pride. I sat in the hay and I sobbed, hands trembling, and wondering if I'd made a terrible mistake. The life of endless dictation, letters, filing, indexing, contracts and quiet ink doesn't feel so dull on days when I feel like a child in a world too large for me - days when I'm half a second too slow, the dust stinging at my eyes with those around me riding faster and shooting cleaner than I ever could.
        This week’s been a hard one. I’m sore everywhere, sleeping light, riding harder than I thought I could. Everything's loud. Sharp. And I'm trying so, so hard to keep up, to keep steady. I will shake and falter, but I won't waver. Not when I've come this far.

   5 June 1912   

AGE: 23

Dear Diary,

I am writing by lamplight with ash and dirt under my fingernails, and the dull ache of exertion across my shoulders, but tonight I can say that I feel more rooted than I have in years.
        Sutton and Harold have been nothing but kind. We arrived in Blackwater three days ago after a brief stop in Strawberry. A beautiful town nestled into the cliffs, wooden bridges cutting across a gentle stream from a small waterfall, but the the atmosphere there was tense. I imagined something quaint and peaceful, but it was nothing of the sort. The streets were quiet by day and loud at night. Shouting and gunshots rang through the air just after dark, though it seemed a common occurrence in town. I was warned not to wander alone.
        The law there felt thin, often just passing through. The outlaws wearing yellow seemed to run this town. Though they were nice enough to us, setting us up with equipment and a hotel room, it felt wrong. People being dragged out of town bloodied and beaten, and no one stopped it. Just a quiet group of observers. It made me cold.
        Things sounded safer in Blackwater, more secure. The law has presence here, and feels llike it has purpose. The sheriff's office stands like it belongs. We registered our interest in joining the western sheriff's department. To my surprise and delight, there were women on the roster already. While we wait for word, we've thrown ourselves into any work that's available. Chopping wood, and we've recently taken to mining. I had to laugh at the absurdity of it. Me, with my pressed skirts and upbringing, dragging a pickaxe across a rocky ledge in the hopes the Earth would reward us. I returned to town covered in dust, sunburned across the nose, but oddly pleased with myself.
There's something in this land. Brutal, but full of possibility. Through the dust and danger, I feel more like myself here than I ever did in England. I don't know where I'm going from here, what kind of lawwoman I'll become (if they'll even have me,) but I know I was right to come.
        I wonder if Thomas would laugh or salute if he could see me now. I miss him. But tonight, I feel strong. And tired. And ready for anything.

   24 May 1912   

AGE: 23

Dear Diary,

I haven't seen this book in years. Mum found it tucked behind years of memories and gave it to me on the dock, 'for the journey and whatever comes next. Embrace the big feelings.' I nearly broke down on the spot. I held it in behind a smile and hugged her tighter than I think I ever have. Mum cried quietly as I boarded. Not loud and showy - just damp eyes and trembling lips as she smoothed my coat like I was seven and just going to school again. She didn't ask me to stay. I think she understood. Dad didn't say much. He hugged me stiffly and muttered something about 'making good of it.' It's more than I expected from him, so I'll take it.
        I'm sitting on the deck now, the sea stretching forever in every direction. It's blue and grey and endless, humming with promise and memories. I never liked the ocean. I used to dream of waves reaching up to grab me, dragging me below the surface. Even now, when the ship groans or tilts too far my chest tightens and I hold my breath. I keep my cabin door unlatched, just in case. It's silly, but it's there, and it makes me feel a bit safer. I didn't expect it to shake me as much as it has, and yet I'm here, crossing the ocean. Willingly.
        We should be docking in Annesberg within the next week. I'm full of emotions. Fear, yes, but something else burning like fire below that. Perhaps it's hope. I don't know what waits for me in the west, but I know I couldn't last in the life I was given. I want to work and help and feel like what I'm doing matters - to be proud and tired for the right reasons.
        I'm ready, I think. Talk Write soon.

   2 Desimber 1899   

AGE: 10

Dear Diary,

Mum and dad say Thomas isn't coming home. They said his ship got caught in a storm and the sea took it. I don't understand how he could be gone like that. He's strong, and taller than anyone I know. He can swim better than anyone too. I think he swam to an island, or got lost and he'll find his way back.
        Mum didn't talk much today. She sat in her chair staring at the floor. I tried to hold her hand, but she didn't hold back. She always holds back. Dad looked like he wanted to shout, but didn't. He put his hat on the table and sat with his head down. He didn't eat any supper. Neither did mum. I had some bread but I couldn't taste it.
        Thomas' coat is still by the door. I sat by it for a while. It still smells like him. I keep thinking he'll knock on the door and steal the last piece of bread for me while mother looked away. He callsed me pigeon because I walked funny, and thought it was funny to give me bread. It was.
        I think I hate the sea now. I think everyone does, but no one says it out loud. I used to love trips to Broadstairs in the summer, but I don't think I'll ever like the sea again. I don't know what to do to make things better. I tried not to cry, but I did a little. Only a little.
        I miss Thomas. •︵•

   19 Oktober 1899   

AGE: 8

Dear Dairy,

I finished my reading before everyone else today and Miss Browne told me to sit on my hands and wait patiently. I don't like sitting on my hands, it feels silly. I wish I could read a harder book. I told Dad I finished before everyone else and he was proud of me.
        Mum let me help with her sewing but I poked myself and it bled a bit. Mum kissed it better and gave me a biscuit and I didn't cry. Mum's kiss did that, she is magic. I tried sewing a straight line like mum does but it looked like a worm. It wasn't good, but it mine.
        Thomas came home today and gave me a rock he said pirates stood on to find treasure, which means it's lucky. He said it will bring me good fortune, like the pirates. I don't think that's true, but I like it anyway. We also had cinnamon toast tonight and it was so good I ate every crumb off my plate.

    6 Juli 1899   

AGE: 8

dery off: effie

Mum gave me this book today because Thomas made me angry because he said my drawing of a horse looked like a potato but it did not, it had legs and a tail and hoofs so I threw my pencil at him and it broke so I cried. Mum said its okay to have big emotions and that sometimes our hearts get too full and spills out but writing can catch the spill so it doesn't make a mess, so I'm going to do that because I still love my brother. I'm still mad but not as much.
        I think I'm going to redraw the horse for mum but with two tails because its magic and magic horses don't care what Thomas thinks.

LEGAL NAME       Andromeda Cassidy
   ✦ monikers & title(s).     Andy (universal), Mrs. (title), Victoria Hewitt (Legal), Elizabeth Watkins (fake identity).AGE       Nineteen.
   ✦ date of birth     August 5ᵀᴴ, 1893.
   ✦ birth chart     Leo ☼, Tau ☾, Scorpio ↥
   ✦ birthplace     St Ives, England.GENDER.       female, she/her.
sexuality.       heterosexual.APPEARENCE.       ✧
   ✦ eyes.       dark brown.
   ✦ hair.       black, curled.
   ✦ build.       5ft 7, heavy set.
   ✦ modifications.     various light/small scars from gunfights & animal attacks. distinctly scarred forehead.

      She rushed to her feet, the poker slipping from her grip and clanging against the wooden floors. In her scramble, her arm caught the oil lamp on the table. It toppled to the floor, kissed the rug, and bloomed into a raging orange flame. Flames ran the frayed edges of the carpet, licking up at the curtains, spewing smoke into the room. Heat pressed close, pushing Victoria back, throat coated with soot. The house woke to its own undoing, the pop of resin in the wood and the brittle sigh of glass crying out. The realisation came clean and fast - if the house burned, the town would mourn a young, lost couple, taken too soon by an accidental housefire. An accident... She moved without thinking, feeding the hallway rug into the blaze, scattering old and unread letters over the growing heat. She listened to George's wet murmurs under the crackle, his body fully crumpled to the ground, the back of his coat being licked by the flames. Victoria soaked her scarf at the washbasin, placing it over her nose and mouth. She left her ring by George's side, leaving a kiss on his cheek, a lock of her hair in his hands. She latched the windows, gathered coin and her fathers' keepsake box, and closed the front door soft behind her. By the time the first shouts of 'FIRE, FIRE!' rose, she was already a shadow among many, and she didn't look back.
      In a quiet yard two streets over she set about her head wound. She trimmed her blood-matted hair away with her penknife, heated a can of water over a fire until it sputtered, let it cool and cleaned the wound. She poured whiskey from her flask over her scalp, hissing and swearing through the pain, enduring it quietly. She pressed a folded scrap of petticoat linen to staunch the bleeding, and bound it like a bandana. She remembered what her mother taught her - watch for fever or red streaks racing the skin, keep the cloth dry and change it every day. From there she moved fast, beelining to the dock where she booked passage under the name A. Cassidy. At night, she stood at the rail and watched the Atlantic, and tried to imagine a horizon with no England on the far side.

'Andromeda' by Odilon Redon, © 1912