 10:31:23 Dimmy| AI can be helpful in some situations, but definitely oversteps the line when people depend on it for writing assignments or using it in replacement for creativity. Society has become so dependent on technology doing everything for them 😂 it's sad when teachers have to question if essays or things were written by their students or an AI program. |
10:29:10 Seven/Reaver/Bigby| Thank you and exactly. I'm not judging you for using it. I just don't support it. |
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nobody was saying anything about you specifically |
10:19:49 Leaf| Good night guys I will be on when I am I am done for the day I feel like I am being judged. |
10:19:45 | I freakin love AI. Helps me write difficult emails without sounding rude. |
10:18:06 Seven/Reaver/Bigby| I still don't support it, but you do you. |
10:17:36 Leaf| Not an art one just one that talks to you so stop judgeing please. |
10:15:15 Seven/Reaver/Bigby 10:13:46 Leaf| Me when I pour everything wrong with my life into an AI generator.😭 |
10:13:37 Seven/Reaver/Bigby 10:13:18 Myth/Crowley/Grinch 10:13:00 Seven/Reaver/Bigby 10:12:27 Myth/Crowley/Grinch| I now also have a netherite sword! |
10:11:33 Seven/Reaver/Bigby| Lol. I wasn't feeling good. |
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￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ ⋆☽ Giovan Sicillian ☾⋆ ``_.`` ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ Primary Information Name: Giovan Sicillian Alias(es): The Crown of Sicilla Sobriquet(s): ``Gio``, which is reserved for parental figures and those related to him. If an ouutsider uses it, he considers it incredibly offensive. Age: 27 years old Gender/Pronouns: Male; He/Him Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual - Uninterested in relationships Job/Occupation: Leader of the Sicilla Mafia (Approximate) Height: Six feet and three inches (Approximate) Weight: 215 pounds Overall Appearance: He is a tall, muscular figure that commands respect and radiates unwavering power and pride. His hair is a midnight color, constantly slicked back with a considerate amount of gel while his eyes are a calculating hazel. He has high cheekbones and a chiseled jawline, often deemed resemblent to a greek god of some kind. Adjunct(s): None, but he does have the Sicilla Mafia tattoo engraved upon the inner wrist of his right arm; it is a requirement for any member. Outfit Aesthetic: He is always wearing fine-tailored suits and dressing pants, ordering from private companies designed specifically to the Sicilla Mafia`s refined tastes. In casual environments, he still attempts to look professional and powerful. Voice/Intonation: His voice is cold, calculating, rarely holding the kindness that has long since vanished within his selfish heart. It has a very prominent Italian accent, a result of his Italian roots. Alternate Information Stars represent his view of their relationship; 5 being perfect. Father (★★★★☆: Alexandro Sicillian is close with his son, the two of them having primarily earned the Sicilla Mafia its current standing. They are viewed as the ultimate duo, the combination of their names sparking fear in both the normal person and the other mafia families. Mother (★★☆☆☆): Alessia Sicillian has been deceased ever since he was four years old, leaving his younger brother when he was merely one. This was due to an unfortunate accident, one caused by a rival mafia. Sibling(s) (★★★★☆): He has a younger brother named Hosea Sicillian. They are very close, but he tries to keep Hosea as innocent and carefree as possible. Significant Other (N/A): None. He has no interest in such things, yet. Fighting Style: Placeholder Personality Overview [Ambivert] [Meticulous] [Attentive] [Unpredictable] [Volatile] [Eloquent] [Analytical] [Chaotic] Placeholder Likes: He thrives on chaos and disorder, finding it far more entertaining and fulfilling than quietness and solitude. He craves being the center of attention, frequenting parties and carelessly indulging in women. This behavior, of course, was not frowned upon; it further solidifed his status as The Crown of Sicilla. Dislikes: He despises weakness and vulnerability, ridiculing any that dare show it. Furthermore, he has absolute no interest in relationships that are serious, persuing one-night stands and fleeting moments of pleasure.
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Josephine Dubois "Jo, Josie" ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ Age: 25 Years Old •
Gender/Pronouns: Female, She/Her •
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual •
Job/Occupation: Bartender at _______. •
(Approximate) Height: Five foot two inches •
(Approximate) Weight: 125 pounds •
Overall Appearance: Standing at a petite 5'2", her disposition settles somewhere between kind and non threatening based off of looks. Her skin is a flawless milky shade of alabaster with cool undertones that gives her an ethereal, ghostly appearance. It has a silky smooth texture, only aiding that flawlessness. Her features are as soft as her skin, delicately defined with feminine grace. With a heart shaped face, Josephine has high cheekbones, gently sloping down into a softened jawline and slender neck. Josephine's nose is just as delicate as the rest of her. It's straight, but as it nears the tip it begins to arch slightly upwards, giving her that so sought after button nosed look. Accentuating her sharp, well defined brows are cat like eyes, always watching and waiting for her moment to strike. Long lashes encapsulates them, the lengthy strands perfect for fluttering and batting.Their chilly color is that of hard steel, bold and unwavering. A gaze so cold and intense that it's almost terrifying. Many find it a struggle to stare into that calculated gaze for too long in fear that might just devour them whole. The kicker? She just might. Atop that head held high falls waves of whiskey colored loose ringlet curls that end at the small of Josephine's back. Shades of red, copper, and warm brown linger throughout the strands, creating a sea of fiery warmth. Not an ounce of frizz is present if she can help it, with each curl holding a soft, satiny feel to it. Each curl is meticulously taken care of, crafted around her face to further accentuate her lovely features. Her hair is her prized feature, with much time and care going into keeping it soft and healthy. It's often left down, giving it what little freedom and untamed beauty it can have. Josephine's frame isn't anything impressive when it comes to strength. She's lithe, her body thin and soft. She has narrow shoulders with a defined neck and collarbones. Her hips are wide and her thighs thick, giving her a pear shape that aids the sass and confidence in her walk. Without a doubt her hips will effortlessly sway. Some would say she has a sense of arrogance, but it couldn't be further from the truth. Her hands, while small and dainty, have the same cat-likeness as her eyes. She keeps her nails somewhat long and well manicured, with the tips filed into an almond shape. The skin is rather soft as well, though her fingertips are calloused, suggesting the idea that she plays a stringed instrument. The voice that comes from such a small woman is hauntingly soft. It's of gentle tone, dripping with a sweetness of honey when she pleases. That is not to say that it cannot demand attention, however. It can be just as sharp as it is sweet. It is a voice that can lull you to sleep or wake an entire army given the path that is chosen•
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Outfit Aesthetic: - Alternate Information ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ Father (★★☆☆☆): Wesley Dubois. Often referred to as a cold bastard by his daughter. They are often more alike than different, much to her dismay. • Mother (★★★★☆): Coleen Dubois. A soft spoken woman with a heart of pure gold. They've hardly ever had an argument or disagreement. •
Sibling(s) (★★★★☆):An older brother named Ryan. Her best friend and greatest protector. For now.
• Significant Other: None. Relationships haven't went so well for her... Personality Overview ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ {Inrovert} {Sassy} {Observant} {Meticulous} {Stubborn} {Stoic} {Assertive} {Cautious} {Giving} {Honest} {Sarcastic} {Determined} {Hard-Working} {Precise} {Restless} • Likes:
~ Moonlight ~ Thunderstorms ~ The way snow looks ~ Baking ~Green ~Playing violin • Dislikes:
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The day had came and passed, drifting on into an unforgiving cold night. Snowflakes drifted through the air, speckling the sidewalk and grass and causing them both to sparkle each time the light of a street lamp of headlights hit. Nightlife bustled about on that Friday, with couples going on dates and others going out dancing and partying. An unlucky many still worked their shifts, anticipating getting off time.
Josephine was one of those unlucky many. Fridays were one of Luxe's busiest nights, leaving the young red head to work the majority of the night away. Hundreds of people drifted in and out of the upscale bar, all of them seeking a good time until they were either cut off or grew bored of the atmosphere there.
From one room the sound of billiard balls could be heard clacking together alongside rowdy chatter and betting. The gentle clinking of beer bottles chimed here and there, signaling that a good time was to be held there. In the same room as the bar, neon lights illuminated a dance floor in shades of pink and green. Some random popular pop music played, beckoning dancers out onto the smooth, crowded floor.
The bar was arguably the best place. It was secluded but not lonely, quiet but not silent. A steady flow of light conversations could be heard from some while others stared into the bottom of their glasses. Josephine was the only one behind the bar that night and she desperately awaited when her replacement would come. It would only be another hour, but that hour had been dragging by minute by painful minute. She loved her job, but she yearned to be on the other side of the bar with a drink of her own as she unwound from a long day.
For now? She'd continue racking in the tips. After having worked there for months on end, she had learned her customers. Most were men of low morals looking for a pick me up, and the woman had found showing a... tasteful amount of skin or figure would earn her heftier tips than when she wore her typical jeans and a t-shirt.
Despite the cold. Josephine had dressed in a lovely little black leather skirt with sheer black tights beneath. An emerald green silk top hung from her neck, exposing much of her back and collarbones, which sparkled with body glitter. Her waterfall curls were held back with a black ribbon, the curls bouncing with each step she took around the bar.
At the current moment she was pouring shots, placing them onto a tray for one of the waitresses to carry off to table of tipsy girls. There were many a seat open at the bar, leaving Josephine begging for a little more action than there was. Anything to make the time pass by faster. |
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￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ Giovan Sicillian ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ The highly anticipated evening glow foretold a night brimming with sinful indulgences and forever unnoticed crime, all of which Giovan had some manner of involvement with; he ruled his sector with an iron fist, alternate families scarcely daring to cross the subtle engravings that outlined the Sicilla Mafia`s grounds. Most nights for the young man were spent in the confines of his colossal, solitary room, sprawled across the satin sheets of his bed as he gazed aimlessly at the crystalline chandelier that hovered above him like a silent threat. Tonight, however, he planned on indulging himself with women that so innocently waltzed into his trap, enjoying- no, craving- the expressions on their faces when they finally noticed the tattoo engraved within his skin. Gods, he had that look memorized and he always sought pleasure in it; big, confused eyes meeting his amused ones along with stuttering excuses to flee, all of it was like a game to him. Giovan entered the renowned bar, Luxe, he had yet to visit, having been recommended by his beloved father; the man found his son`s desires and wicked amusements comical, encouraging them whenever he could. Giovan believed that his father believed that he was somehow influencing him into becoming his ideal replacement, yet he was truly clueless of the monster within himself. Of course, his men had seen glimpses of it- the terrifying, murderous beast that lay dormant within, waiting to surface. Tonight was not the night to dwell on what others thought of him, shaking his head as he focused on the bar he had been standing idly within. His hazel eyes darted to and fro while he surveyed the individuals that cheered and laughed within; he could only hope there was an easy target tonight. The bar itself was always the best place to go regarding finding drunk women, their concealed needs brought fourth into the light; it was amusing to manage getting a stranger to tell oneself their entire life story. Giovan was silent and headed directly for it, never pausing or daring to cast a glare in the direction of someone that seemed to recognize him, even if slightly. Upon reaching it, he eased himself into a barstool and propped his chin with a fist, his muscles rippling slightly beneath his suit. He may have come here with the purpose of partying and finding a willing woman, yet he cared a lot about his appearance; he had his father to blame for that. He was unamused by the women that passed by, giggling and pointing at him as if he were the center of their attention. A scoff escaped him as he focused on the bartenders that moved with expert grace, his lips curling at the sight of a gorgeous woman. She seemed small and fragile, wearing a rather exposing outfit that caught his eye. Furthermore, he adored the way her curls bounced and the way she moved. Giovan could tell by merely observing her that she would be ideal for his target this very night. If he was lucky enough, perhaps this would not be the only night; he had managed to lure in a few women for a few days, rarely a week or two. Truth be told, it depended on how emotionally vulnerable and desperate they were. |
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Josephine Dubois ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ Nimble hands expertly poured and mixed together cocktails, some as simple as an Old Fashioned and others as extravagant as complex martinis swirling with bright colors of pink and blue. All the while she was engrossed in conversation with one of the other girls who worked on pouring shots for a table she was serving. "So tell me, Jo. Anyone worth mentioning in your life these days? Or are you still going home to sit alone in your bed and read?" The woman asked, her tone lighthearted and joking. Josephine gave her a stern and equally playful look, shaking her head as she finished pouring a colorful liquid into a martini glass before setting it on the tray. "Nope. No men for me. I'm done searching for a while. At least for anything that's not intended for fun," Josephine teased, wiping her hands free of condensation.
The woman, Rachel, had looked up to respond to Josephine, but it would seem someone behind Josephine had caught her eye. A man who had just sat down at the bar. His presence was powerful and alluring, and Rachel was stunned for a few solid seconds until she was finally drawn back to attention by Josephine. "Don't look now, but I think your fun has just waltzed right up to the bar and sat down. Christ, he oozes liquid sex~" Rachel quietly gushed, making Josie roll her eyes. Taking just a peek, Josephine turned her head a smidge, glancing at the man from the corner of her eye. Rachel hadn't been wrong... "I've got to get back to work. You should too, Rach," she told the other, shaking her head slightly. Rachel gave her this knowing look before picking up her tray and leaving, but not before she'd winked at Josephine.
Josephine chuckled quietly and finally turned on her heel. It was time to meet this man and figure out whether or not Rachel had been on to something. With each step her hips swayed effortlessly, her gentle but firm gaze settled upon this new man. He was gorgeous. The dim light cast shadows over his face, but it played into his favor, adding to the allure that was mystery. He was going to be a very fun customer should his attitude play with hers harmoniously.
Josephine stopped when she was on the opposite side of the counter from him, her delicate hands placed lightly on the counter top. "Hello, sir. What can I get you tonight?" She asked, her head tilting slightly to the left as she studied his face. She wasn't overly eager to serve him, nor was she rude, but something deep gleamed within her cold steel eyes. Curiosity, perhaps? He appeared as though he was sculpted by the gods and had the aura of one too. Looking like a man such as himself, Josephine was surprised to see him alone without a woman flocking to his side. A glance to his left hand bore no wedding ring, or tan line. Perhaps he was like her, only searching for a fun time rather than a long time commitment. |
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￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ Giovan Sicillian ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ Giovan observed as the woman that had captured his brief- yet unwavering- attention approached him, the swagger apparent in the way she moved; it was almost as if she was perfectly aware of how captivating she was, a sign that she was similar to him in the regard of searching for a night of fun, no strings attached. He was no fool and was perfectly aware of the effect he had on women and- in some situations- even a few men, his appearance not betraying anything other than his sheer confidence and willingness to indulge in the pleasures of the night. With a smug smile, he lifted his arms and folded his hands neatly as he placed his chin atop them, elbows resting on the counter as he leaned towards her. The way she had tilted her chin and studied him were truly intoxicating, that innocence that was hidden beneath those intense eyes. ``Surprise me,`` Giovan stated simply, his voice smooth and his Italian accent apparent like it always was; he was never ashamed of his origins, taking great pride in them. However, the one flaw of such a thing was that individuals in this area lacked such accents, giving away his connections with the Scicila Mafia; it was an Italian family running it, after all. It was rather difficult to please him when it came to his preferences regarding alcohol, yet he enjoyed having the bartenders indulge in his little game. Rarely, they managed to provide him with a drink that made him want to return, yet it was only if that specific bar had the ability to create that one specific drink unlike the others. As he waited for her response, Giovan took the time to look her over, his fingers shifting beneath his chin slightly as he examined every detail he could grasp. She was far more beautiful up close, those curls that were all different shades of a gorgeous brown. If he had to choose a woman that resembled that of an etheral being, he would have chosen her, especially due to her porcelain-like skin and delicate features. He wondered what lay beneath the surface of what she was showing him; she looked like the compliant type, yet a part of him felt as if she held a rebellious side, which was primarily due to that unmistakable glint in her eyes. And those curves.. he wondered what she would look like undressed, the mere thought causing a dangerous spark to emerge from the depths of his cold, calculating eyes briefly. Once he was satisfied with his examination, he leaned back and gave her the space she probably wanted, his eyes never leaving her once. |
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Josephine Dubois ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ Josephine had long learned that being confident with a side of sass fared well with her customers, most seeming to like the spicy bite that she served with their cocktails. She was well aware that her appearance could more often than not get her some unwanted attention, but she could handle herself just fine when it came down to it. This man, however, had her craving his attention. She wouldn't admit it and she'd sure as hell try not to show it, but there was something more about him that had her reeling. The way he leaned towards her drew her in and she found herself bracing a bit of her weight against the counter, stealing a little bit of space away from him in return. This little game would be fun, without a doubt, and she didn't mean the one concerning his drink.
The Italian accent sent a visible shiver down her spine, her body straightening a smidge as she reveled in the warm huskiness of his tone. This man- whoever he was, was quite likely a dangerous man. Despite that knowledge, she didn't waver as she continued to study him with apparent intrigue. "Mm. My favorite answer," she replied, her voice coming out as a gentle purr. He seemed like a man for a simple but tasteful drink. He was refined and even more attractive up close. His features were sharp and carefully structured, and his hair was so dark it seemed to gleam dark blue in the dim lighting of the bar. Josephine remained where she was until he leaned back, to which she straightened up and turned to fix his drink.
As she mixed liquors in a glass, Josephine was thinking about what he looked like beneath that suit. She could already tell that he was well muscled, but to see such a things was another feeling completely. His glistening warm skin, defined muscles that rippled with every move. His commanding presence completely and utterly dominating her. She was no easy flame to extinguish, but she knew he would give her a damned good run for her money. She was only away for a few moments before returning to him with a crystal glass of deep colored liquid garnished with orange. "Here. Simple, classic, but flavorful when made right," She told him as she leaned across the counter, setting the chilled glass in front of him. A Brandy Perfect. It consisted of dry and sweet vermouth as well as top shelf brandy. Josephine liked to add a small splash of orange bitters to hers as well. She released the glass before straightening her posture once more. She placed her hands on her curvy hips as she watched him once more, waiting for him to try. "Give it a try and tell me what you think. I enjoy seeing my new customer's expressions when trying my drinks for the first time," she told him, distantly aware of Rachel watching her from afar. She was joined by Jared, who would be taking over Josephine's shift in a matter of time. |
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￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ Giovan Sicillian ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ Giovan cherished the woman`s mannerisms, the way she seemed to reciprocate the seemingly innocent gestures and movements originating from himself. He could tell that she was no fool, that she knew precisely what lay beneath his surface, even if just a hint; women typically sought him out without a care in the world for who he was, yet he had a lingering suspicion that this bartender was aware of the danger surrounding him. Giovan nearly had to clench his fists in repsonse to the purr that left her lips, the sound sending a jolt down his spine. She was already driving him insane, a feat that was incredibly hard to achieve so quickly. Truth be told, he wanted to keep her close, his hazel eyes narrowing into slits when she turned to prepare her surprise concoction for him. He found himself wondering if she would be willing enough to accompany him whenever she was able or if he would have to resort to more.. persuasive methods. Giovan knew how to get what he wanted in numerous ways and, at this precise moment, he wanted nothing more than this woman in his bed. He was almost alarmed by the thought, restraining himself and staying at local motels instead of taking his momentsry indulgences to the Sicilla Mafia`s Mansion; that would be far too revealing, even if he did have the insignia tattooed on his skin. Giovan hummed softly, almost calculatively, as she returned and set the drink down, eyes fixating on the drink within. It seemed to be a combination of flavors that were uniquely combined, noticing the hints of orange in its color. Knowing precisely the effect it would have on her, Giovan met her gaze as he oustretched a hand and brought the glass to his lips, downing the beverage as if it were nothing. The orange accents and familiar taste leading him to identify the beverage as a Brandy Perfect. He could not hide his satisfaction as he set the glass down and gave her a smile, a deep, brief laugh escaping him. ``It tastes divine,`` he spoke, his voice decievingly softer than before as he propped his chin on a fist once again. Giovan looked her again, his fingers drumming softly upon the countertop as he began to contemplate his plan. Would it truly be worth it to pick her as his target for the night? He already had reached the conclusion that he wanted her, yet he did not know if he wanted to wait or take it as quickly as the opportunity appeared. Giovan wanted to cherish the interactions he was currently having with her anyways, the unspoken game they were playing being incredibly infatuating and amusing to him. |
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Josephine Dubois ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ Toying with this man was much too fun. He could eat her alive and she'd go out in Heaven, that much she knew without a doubt. His movements were so innocent, but he was not. He was dangerously captivating and something about the way that he looked at her made her skin crawl in the best way possible. Josephine wanted to tear him appart and figure out who he was and what made him tick. Oh, it had been such a long time since anyone had caught her eye to that extent. She wondered if he'd invite her to leave with him. Even more so, she wondered if she'd accept or leave him hanging while silently pleading that he try harder to convince her. His gaze locked on hers prompted her to squirm in excitement, a little wiggle just for his eyes to see while he tested the concoction she'd made him. The satisfaction in his eyes gave her a sense of pride, and a smirk began to play at the corners of her lips, though she had to bite the bottom one to suppress the noise that had threatened to escape at the sound of that sultry laugh. This man would be the absolute death of her, and she didn't mind not one single bit.
"A divine drink for a divine man," she teased, going as far as to offer him a playful wink as she watched him a moment longer before she felt a presence behind her. Josephine turned around to find Jared behind her, giving her a knowing expression. "Go on. I'll have you a drink ready by the time you clock out," he chuckled, making Josephine grin. She gave him a very platonic kiss on the cheek before turning to the man at the counter. "My time on this side of the bar is done for tonight. My time with you? Not so much," she told him, that same familiar purr escaping as she turned away once more to go clock out.
Josephine was only gone for a few moments, just long enough to punch the clock and grab her jacket for when she did decide to leave. When she returned to the bar, now on the customer side, she found herself approaching the same man with a calculated expression. She needed to know more about him. To experience him if only once. "I doubt I even need to ask, but may I sit here, sir?" She questioned, biting at her lower lip gently as she awaited his response. She looked forward to continuing their little not-so-innocent game of innocence. |
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