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Hortencia Rosenberg
the ‘Swallowtail Butterfly’
32 years old
Hazel-blue eyes
Chocolate brown hair
Taken under wing by Frank Castle
FC: Barbara Palvin
Hortencia is a playful, free-spirited young woman born and raised in the sunshine state of California. Sun, sand and surf. Her childhood was simple; she went to school, aced her grades, graduated with flying colours and made her parents proud. They weren’t rich folks but they worked hard to give their daughters the best life possible. Hortencia was fourteen when her youngest sister went missing. Over a decade later her body was finally retrieved from a sewage system. Her parents never fully recovered from the loss. By now she’d moved out of town and traveled interstate, finding herself amidst the soaring skyscrapers of New York. There she’d picked up work at the Butterfly Lounge, a not-so-seedy gentleman’s club owned and operated by one of New York’s renowned mafia families. The money was great. She could’ve afforded herself an upstate apartment with all the bells and whistles, and yet she remained humble, choosing a much smaller apartment in a shabby building not too far from the gentleman’s club. It wasn’t much but it was home. Sitting atop the external fire escape staircase listening to the nocturnal sounds of the city were one of her favourite past times. It was there she met someone most unexpected. A man named Frank Castle.
Her relationship with Frank Castle came about after a chance encounter late one evening. From there, coffee dates were had and eventually one thing led to another. It wasn’t her intention to sleep with him. They were from two very different worlds. His was built around violence, PTSD and revenge. Hortencia on the other hand just wanted to save her money and live her life. He was older, had lost his family and was out to exact revenge on those that took the lives of his former wife and children. She wasn’t there to replace anyone. She knew this. Frank had made it very clear from the beginning this was a bad idea. However, Hortencia was stubborn. She wanted to see him again. Occasionally he’d slip through her window and they’d spend the night tangled up in one another. As time went on, Hortencia found herself falling more in love with the mercenary. An unexpected romance blossomed until the mafia boss - her boss - found out Hortencia was seeing someone unassigned to her position. Things got nasty and she got hurt. From then onwards, Frank had forbidden her from returning to the Butterfly Lounge. If looks could kill, Hortencia’s a black widow. Beautiful, dangerous, manipulative, and would protect what is hers no matter the cost.
Minerva Elmers
the Doctor
34 years old
Steel blue eyes
Dirty blonde hair
Bound by heart to Negan Morgan
Bound by submission to Meth Head Mac
FC: Candice Swanepoel
Introducing Daddy's Kitten. A feisty blonde with striking features and a temper to match! Growing up, Minerva wanted nothing more than to study medicine. Like her father. Eventually she would find herself in Seattle, Washington. A bright eyed and bushy tailed Minerva put herself through Med-School, keeping herself busy by taking on extra shifts at one of the local bars well into the night. A tired Minerva struggled to make it through some days without falling asleep at her desk, but she prevailed and would go on to get her degree. Her mother passed unexpectedly. Not a month after her Med-School graduation in fact. Her father was left to raise a handful of children on his own, taking on two jobs just to support them all. Minerva included. Not wanting to feel like a burden, Minerva packed only the essentials and headed south-west. Destination unknown. It was then she realized that her dream of becoming a doctor was destined for failure. As the world turned and the dead walked the earth, Minerva abandoned her vehicle in a small, desolate town and continued on foot. How she'd managed to survive as long as she did before stumbling across the likes of one Negan Morgan, she wasn't sure. He was older and carried with him that ridiculous bat. However, he sure was easy on the eyes and more than once she'd made it clear she would claim his leather jacket as her own. One day.
Negan Morgan. 
Needs to be re-written.
Hennessey
the Songbird
25 years young
Grey eyes
Copper curls
Bound to no one
FC: Morgan Crabtree
Yes, Hennessey. Like the Whisky. A youthful blend of adventure and sunlight, honeyed warmth and striking beauty. Hennessey was a bright young woman who fought hard for her college grades. After her father was indicted on a series of murder charges, Hennessey separated herself from her family, dropped out of college and mysteriously disappeared from the face of the earth. Everyone thought she'd run away. But why would a bright student with top grades who was liked by everyone suddenly disappear? Truth was, she hadn't just disappeared. She'd been taken. Sold. Dehumanized.
She had become another statistic on the news. 'Another woman missing. Suspected dead.' And eventually people stopped looking for her. She became a distant memory and people moved on. Her escape several years later came with dire consequences; Hennessey had severe memory loss. Everything she thought she knew no longer existed in her mind. She's basically a blank slate.
Monster.
"You’re a little on the thinner side than I was expecting." He notes, twisting a lock of hair around his skeletal finger. I felt his dark eyes raking across my waspish frame, evaluating my worth. Not worth much, I heard one man say as he turned his nose up. Another slid a gloved digit across my collar and up the side of my neck, blood pulsing thickly beneath the thin membrane of skin.~
Willa La Roux
Werewolf
Age unknown
Eye color changes with mood
Hair, depending on light source can be lighter or darker
Single || Omega
FC: Amandla Stenberg
Willa's life hasn't been easy. She wasn't like the other children. She was... different. Special. One of several 'orange' children, Willa's abilities flourished from a very early age - much like the others. Her ability to erase or alter one's memories, see into the future to a degree, and manipulate one's physical form, along with her own form in the way of shapeshifting into a wolf made her one of the higher level threats. And she wasn't the only one. Several others, none of whom she'd encountered during her stay at the facility, were just as dangerous. Willa was adopted into a loving family at the age of two and by her fifth birthday, she'd managed to erase her parents memories of her. Unsure of how a child had entered their home, they called social services who came and took Willa from the only home she ever knew, from the only people she ever loved, and placed her with hundreds of other children in the Facility. The Facility itself looked more like a greenhouse or some kind of harvesting plant. Guards wearing head to toe armour and carrying semi-automatic weapons stood guard. Nowhere was safe. There were eyes and ears everywhere.
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Well, it sure has been a while, ain't it. Apologies for the absences! Hopefully, once we revamp this little pot of gold, we can get some more threads up and running!
Thank you for your patience. :)
Hello, Sorry for the wait but my muse hasnt been the best. Multiple things have gotten my muse to where it's at and I wish it hadnt. I was going to send you youre reply today but if you are taking a pause let me know what you would wish to do. Thank you for your patience again!
Mac was an antagonist, and no doubt she knew any version of soft side to the Canyon junkie, did not last. "So what? You get to have my fuckin' kid and I don't get the say in his fuckin' name?? Jesus titty fuckin' Christ, Mini." Mac bickered as he sparked up a cancer stick, allowing it to dangle between bow-tie lips. "Unfuckin'believable." So now what?- Mac, thought. They ain't no family, but she seemed keen on keeping him away knowing he wasb't able to get clean.
"Oh please. Don't pretend you don't fuckin' miss me." Mac murmured as he stood uncomfortably close towards the little sexpot. The small bundle that remained hidden away from Mac's periphial vision, had him pacing around erratically. He wanted to see his son. Wanted to hold him and create a bond. Fuck this bitch, he had his rights. Mac had little to no understanding of parental advisories. Even though she wanted to be the one to protect him, he wanted to be the one to show the ropes around the cavern of elevated-induced wonders.
"Come on. I wanna see him. What's his name?"
"Hey ho. Where's my fuckin' boy?? Not gonna let his old man see him?? Hope he didn't stretch you out, I don't like sloppy seconds." Mac was insatiably cruel. Not that Mini seemed to notice or care anymore. She'd taken off to give birth to his one and only child and it unnerved him that he knew very little of her whereabouts. the cold, callous junkie was already high from the night before, and learning that he had a son out there to carry on his filthy legacy was something he wanted to nip in the bud as soon as possible.
"See? You do enjoy my company, ya fuckin' bitch."
Mac often tended to ignore her visual distate for him. Especially since he can get her screaming like a banshee and it makes her loathe the junkie even more. The one thing the Morgan clan had in common, is the men can read people well. That and body language doesn't lie.
"Aye; You ever find out the gender or what?" Mac was genuinely curious. It was his first offspring.. He should know some shit, he supposed.
He wasn't about to let Mac win in this situation. That guy was a methhead. And a very good one at that. A thought, albiet fleeting but it made sense. Maybe she could have the baby and let someone else raise it. And then, Kitten and himself can get started on something better. A new chapter. "Baby, come back. Talk to me..." Negan pursued further.
Frank could feel like they were drifting apart. She was used to the adrenaline, the adventure. They were supposed to go on this flight to balmy islands and instead, he wound up keeping her cooped up and he didn't take her into consideration. Which was unusual for him. Holding her tight, his large paw cradled the small of her back. The other holding her jaw slightly as he pressed his lips to hers.
"Tonight's all about you. I promise. You can hold onto my cell, k?" Castle had nothing to hide. And she was the very small select few that he trusted. He had to prove himself to her that he could still be her good man. He didn't want to be in control of his cell knowing that if it was on his person, he'd sure enough answer it. It was nice knowing that he could feel this way for a change. Whatever she wanted... Hattie was going to get. "What do you want, Butterfly? Anything in the world... Within my means obviously.."
- Believe me, I fuckin' know.;)
A chuckle snorted from the methheads throat as he watched her pout. Well wouldya lookit that...
She doesn't like bein' told what to do.. Tough titty, Mac thought.
Yanking her back toward him, her svelte frame flush against his torso, he tucked her in close.
A sharp inhale and a sigh of contentment rolled along the curve of her neck.
"Come on, baby. You know ol' Mac hates it when you tease like that.. You think Negan's really gonna wantchu back? You're fuckin' knocked up. You'll be crawling back to me before you fuckin' know it. And between you and me... You like the shit I dish out. Don't fuckin' think for a split second, I ain't got no idea. You don't wanna admit it.. But you're sweet on me."
Taking a deep breath, he exhaled sharply. He wasn't willing to allow his wife keep some next man's kid. If it's not his, why
would he? Mac is a sadistic fuck, and Negan knew this all too well. "Maybe uhh.. You should talk to Mackie boy about that shit.. I'm not too keen on you being knocked up and knowing it ain't mine, darlin'." Negan's kindness only went so far. he loved her. Always would. But he had his limits. And Mac of all people really put a damper on things.
She was his. Who the fuck did Mac think he was to come in and fuck up everything?
Triggered doesn't even begin to cover it. Negan may be great at covering up his anger when it came to his women, but right about now, he was reaching the boiling point. This scorned him. And she of all people knew this wasn't about to fly with the big man.
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