the most wasted day is that in which we have not laughed

Katerina Samarges
Known as the BAMF
Age: 22
Originally from - NYC
Personality: Katerina is impulsive, erratic and a foolish daredevil.
Bio: Miss Samarges has been alone from a young age, not that it bothers her. After her parents were killed when she was just six, Kat lived with her uncle - who wasn't around all that much. You see, her uncle went on a lot of 'business trips', which were all headed towards Paris. As a young girl this had been nothing to mull over, but with each year that passed, Katerina had become quite the Miss Marple. Every time her uncle went away, she rooted through his library and personal documents (of which he was too trusting of her to lock away). She found things related to her parents, fake IDs, portfolios of dangerous looking men, credit cards, flight reciepts and most worringly - weapons. What did all these string back to...do you dare ask? The place she was born, Paris. And so Katerina could think of nothing to do but confront her dear uncle, who responded with an interesting proposal.
Model: Alyssa Miller
Taken by [User Name]
 
Likes; Motorbikes, weapons, leather.
Dislikes; Following the expected standards of the fancy French girls, pink, wine.

Music; The Rolling Stones, Nirvana, Foo Fighters, Deaf Havana, Biffy Clyro, RHCP, Muse.
Food; Cheap beer, chicken, crisps.
Style; More raunchy than classy. Leather wearing domatrix.

Family; Gregor Samarges - Father
Occupation: Assasin
//Deceased//
 
Frances (De Veux) Samarges - Mother
Occupation: Assassin
//Deceased//
 
Rickman (Rick) Samarges - Uncle [48]
Occupation: ?
 
Past/Current Relatioships; Just flings, nothing serious.
Friends; Again, none that she can trust.

Questions about your "Job"

1. Tell us about how you end up being a part of this?
My uncle is an insider of all the "black market" schemes. He knew I wanted my revenge and after training for 3 years to follow my parent's proffesions, I'm ready to do what I need to do for the Samarges name.
 
2. Do you regret it? Why or Why not?
No, I don't seem capable to experience guilt.
 
3. What is your job within the group? Why do you think your the best at this?
My job is to do what every other girl can't. Sure, we have genius' and spies and seducers. But who will actually do the dirty work? Me.
It's in my blood. I kill without flinching, it's second nature.
 
4. Biggest strength and biggest weakness when it comes to your job?
My biggest strength is being so ruthless that I don't feel threatened by anyone. I can shoot targets which guns, bows and arrows, knives or grenades if you really want me to. A weakness is that I mostly act before I think, yeah...that can slow things down.
 
5. What makes you different/better then those run of the mill crims?
I don't get involved in relationships. They say blood runs thicker than water and that is what I live by. By not getting involved in anyone else but my family, I have adapted to having restricted emotions...and the only one people tend to see is anger.
 
6. Do you like working with the other girls? Do you trust them?
The girls are smart, interesting and an advantage but in no way do I trust them. To get into this sort of deal you need some kind of ulterior motive, and I've expressed mine.

7. Have you been caught? If so how did you get out of it?
No, never.
 
8. Favourite Weapon?
Would say my trusty pistols but I'd be lying. Machine guns are the funnest, not that I get to use them that often.
 
9. Have you ever done something you regret on a job?
In the past I've killed a few innocent people that shouldn't have been killed. I don't really regret it, but I was disappointed in myself. Oh well, it happens. People die everyday.
 
10. Do you think you can survive in this world in the long run?
Duh, I wouldn't be trying so hard if I couldn't.
 
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Nothing I love more than kick ass roleplays with strong women.
 
Join here: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/group.show?id=161397

this is horrid but oh well
so basically I've been mega busy recently due to my GCSE exams (first one in a week aghhh)
anyway I got tagged by @cds-and-stilettos
not sure which one I'm meant to be doing but I'll do both because I'm bored c;
1) One Direction VS. Justin Bieber?
1D
2) How many sets do you have on polyvore?
Um...a lot I guess?
3) Who's your inspiration?
My mum. She recently got the all clear, let me hear a 'woot woot'
4) What's your celebrity-crush?
Oh gosh. Sorry but I have way too many, hm let's see...Franco brothers, Francisco Lachowski and Alex Way(if you count models), Logan Lerman, Simon Neil, Robert Milton, Johnny Depp, Kit Harington, Alex Gaskarth, Colton Haynes, Ian Somerhalder, Michael Trevino, Evan Peters, Douglas Booth, Andrew Garfield, Dallas Green, Zac Efron...how many's that?
5) Who's your favorite 'polyvore-editor'?
uh what
6) What's your favorite movie?
Spidermans, Immortals, Pirates of the Carribean movies, HPs.
7) Your favorite food?
Any sort of pasta
8) McDonalds VS. Burger King?
Eh. KFC all the way bitches
9) Your favorite clothing store?
Urban Outfitters/Monki/H&M/American Apparel
10) Dress VS. skirt?
Skirt
11) Do you smoke?
Nope

Whats your favorite quote?
Anything by John Green or George R.R Martin
Why is it your favorite?
John Green is smart and hilarious and sad and makes you feel all these different emotions and whenever I read something he's written I just sit there for a while, not quite knowing what to do. George R.R Martin because he is a genius. His ideas are so complex, he teaches valuable lessons through his books that I will treasure for life and will always think that I'm in on a hidden secret.
Whos your favorite artist?
Don't really have one, if I like what I see I'll appreciate it for that moment in time but I soon forget it, which is sad I guess.
Favorite book
ooooooooh I'll point out the ones that I can think of atm...ASOIAF series, The Forbidden Game, The Host, My Sisters Keeper, Jane Eyre, One Day, The Catcher in the Rye, 1984, The Faults in our Stars, Looking for Alaska, HPs & 13 Reasons Why
Black or white?
Black
Do you have any pets? if so what are they? Be specific?
Nope :c
Favorite commerical?
Eh. I don't really watch TV all that much and when I do it's for TVD and GoT...which gets me annoyed about all the adverts.
Would you rather be a famous singer, actor or musician?
Actress
Less is more or more is less?
More is less
Do you think there is a way to eat a banana or strawberry without looking seductive?
I look seductive eating anything...
Favorite TV show?
Game of Thrones, The Vampire Diaries, Spartacus, Skins & Misfits.
 
And I shall tag
@its-not-like-anyone-cares-so @hannahmaine @kammykat @augustbaby @obliviate @the-importance-of-being @the-darks-deceiving
and whoever else
 
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✿Audition form:✿
Name: Pepper Dixon
Age (14-19): 18
Model: Puck Loomans
Short bio: Pepper has been at Helshire for one year, previously having been kept in a Mental Institute in Chesire. She suffers from Dissociative Identity Disorder which in short basically means she has a split-personality, only much more servere. You see, Pepper's alter-ego is someone from the past. Doctors are led to believe that Pepper becomes Miss Pippa Carlot, a woman whom used to be quite prominent in the courts of the 1830s. For some reason, Pepper's mind taps into the mind of Miss Carlot and becomes distressed when she realises she isn't in the 1830s. The doctors have asked Pepper to keep a diary on her constantly, so that every time she 'changes', Pepper should record thoughts and feelings. Security around Pepper is very high, the doctors have been led to believe that her alter ego, Miss Pippa, had an unnatural death and therefore Pepper becomes increasingly violent around peers.
Are you from Helshire or the other hospital? Helshire
Personality: Pepper herself is terrified, vulnerable and scared for her life. The thing is, when she returns back to herself, all memory of what happened is gone. Pepper enjoys writing and reading historical novels, which are often hard to get her hands on. She often talks to Pippa, but the voice inside her head never speaks about anything but general chitchat - that's what Pepper tells the doctors anyway.
 
@its-not-like-anyone-cares-so

April 13th- House Targaryen is hosting a ball to honor of the arrival of their guests. Gilded invitations are sent out, but coming from the ruling house of Westeros, it’s more of a command. This is a wonderful opportunity to mingle with the other lords and ladies of Westeros.
 
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Nadia Baratheon
 
Nadia hated balls. She hated gowns. She hated being objectified as something less than a Lords worth, just because she was a woman. Yes, Nadia hated it all with a passion. But as much as her inner thoughts told her to make a run for it, it was the Kings request and she was here to do his bidding.
 
Nadia wasn't one for soft gowns of chiffon or silk, she only wore those that would declare her strength yet not take away her femininity. And for the record, Baratheons weren't seen wearing pinks or lilacs or humble greens. No, they were loud and proud. Black and gold and anything regal to show their worth. After deciding that wearing an all red gown would probably bring up chatter of the Red Priestess and Stannis Baratheon, Nadia decided quickly against it.
 
After a maiden fixed her hair, Theodore - Nadia's kidbrother - knocked on the door. It was the first time he had been to Kings Landing since their father had 'died in an accident' and you could tell. He had been nervous during their stay so far, only talking to Robb Storm - their bastard brother - or Nadia herself, but never-the-less he had fit in well.
 
Now he stood in the doorway, rocking back and forth on his heels and playing with his hands. "Stop fidgeting." Nadia muttered at him. "Stand up straight." He did as she said. "You're a Baratheon. A Lord. Not some common folk that doesn't know his courtesies."
Theodore held out his arm for her and began to lead her down to the ball.
"Don't be nervous little Stag, it is not that bad."
"And /I'm/ not that little." Theodore rolled his eyes. "I'm four and ten now Nadia, I can take care of myself."
The proud Lady Baratheon smiled to herself. "I know."
 
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Clayton Tully
 
Clayton had had a dull journey to Kings Landing with his annoyingly frustrating older brothers and younger sister. They spoke of past battles, marriage and rumors that were about as interesting as dry bread.
 
Now he was eager to find some true secret gems to hinder any houses that may be a threat and so he set about seducing the ladies, getting the lords drunk and befriending the children and commonfolk. Oh it was too easy.
 
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So here are short bits about Nadia and Clayton on their way to the ball. Please, comment below!
Not sure whether I like this or not but when am I ever?
 
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ugh I just can't seem to make anything but doll sets recently lmao
 
Nadia Baratheon
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The Baratheon house were riding towards Kings Landing on horses. Nadia had decided that there were to be no fancy carts or displays, for she was only here for business. It was a short ride North from Storms End to Kings Landing and so the Baratheon Lady felt little need to bring clans of people.
 
Her counselor and healer Petyr, Ser Dwight Chamberlain - her captain-of-guard, her bannermen, a few handmaids and her brother, Theodore followed behind Nadia on their horses. She'd made sure that all those that traveled with her could handle a horse and were suited for riding, which many people of the Stormlands were. Lady Baratheon took pride in the fact that she and her people were strong and independent.
 
Just as Nadia was pondering over the possible turnout of events and how they may or may not play in her fortune, Petyr piped up.
"My lady you are aware, are you not, that the king may propose a marriage? Your holding of the Stormlands and Marches is very impressive m'lady and the king may see these as vital assets to have if a rebellion does happen to arise."
"Yes, Petyr. I am aware." Nadia snapped coldly at him. "But I will not accept any marriage proposal, though Theodore is well within his rights to have his own choice as long as I run the Stormlands."
"Nadia-"
"Petyr." The Baratheon cut him off in a warning tone, not wanting him to push the subject any further.
"It may work out profitable for you, to have a husband with a courtly status." He tightened his grip on the reins of his horse. Most of the riders had saddles, all but Nadia - who preferred riding bareback and was notably, very good at it. "It will mean a greater quantity of land for starters, a higher status mayhaps. Trading and wealth will be better and your broth-"
"I'm coping well enough on my own, Petyr." Nadia said strongly, with no hint of emotion in her voice. With that said, the counselor thought it his turn to fall back in line with the riders behind her after nodding curtly and muttering a quiet "m'lady."
"It's a shame. You'd go far in court." One of her guards, Dwain Florent, sidled up beside her. He had a sinister voice and was very furtive with his expressions. "M'lady could even take the iron throne if she wished to do so. Though they'd call you King rather than Queen, for you have more balls than any other man in that court."
Nadia had never trusted Dwain but the Florents had been friends to the Baratheons since before her father and so she had honored the Baratheon leaders before her and kept their peace.
"It's a shame I have no interest in the iron throne then, is it not?" Lady Baratheon tugged at her reins and rode forward infront of her guards, maids and bannermen as if to display her strength. Though she never needed to, the female Stag felt it only suitable to lead her herd.
 
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ta-da finally done
 
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I'm just going to copy and paste her bio so you know what she's all about.
Name: Nadia Baratheon
Age: One and Twenty
Bio: When she was only two and ten, Nadia's father died, leaving behind only two relatives: Nadia and her brother of five, Theodore. Ever since, she has been running the Stormlands in place of her brother, who is too young to rule. With no one to command her to do so, Nadia has no intention of marrying. Her people love her and Theodore looks up to her as a mother. When the summons come, Nadia fights them tooth and nail, but a King cannot be denied. Nadia is an expert at the game, and she could go far at court, but the only place she has any intention of going is home.
Relationship: Single
Model: Eva Green
 
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If anyone wishes for friends, foes acquantinces etc please comment below.
oh by the way, if anyone is using baby baratheon ie. her younger brother Theodore...please let me know c:
 
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hm can't tell whether I like this or not
seems a tad too fancy for my Baratheon princess, Nadia.
anyway just so y'all know I've reserved Clayton Tully which is odd since the Tullys are my least favourite house but anyway, he seems like a cool character:
Clayton is pensive, lacking the charm that his older brothers possess. Yet, it’s always the quiet ones one needs to watch out for. He knows all his family’s secrets unbeknownst to them. Many dismiss him as incompetent, which is far from the truth. Clayton is loyal to his family and protects them in his own way. He’s a wonderful friend or a terrible enemy to have. To Clayton, King’s Landing is a goldmine of secrets, and he intends to uncover them all to make use of when the time is right.
 
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so I might write a story here when I'm feeling less merh later haha
 

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"Natalia,
 
If you have received this then you must know that there is a /very/ good reason for me to leave you stranded.
 
There are a few reasons that I have gone and since you may not have the time to read every single one I will list only three. The three most likely and somewhat the most dangerous.
 
1. Pretty simple, Helshire could have found me. If this is so, I'm guessing I won't be locked up for long and will find you when I get out. You know where to go if you need supplies. If you suspect that Helshire knows that you're here too, there is a passage way that you can go through to find somewhere safe. I'll come onto that later.
 
2. I have a bit of a messy past, a lot of people would be eager at the chance to kill me or anyone they know that I'm /close/ to. But this wouldn't have been the case unless they broke into the house with guns pointed and if they had, they'll be looking for you, so arm yourself (knives and guns are in the fourth step in the stairs that lead up to the loft. Use a kitchen knife to rip up the carpet and you'll find that it is quite easy to lift off the top of the step) and use my bike to get out of there.
 
3. My brother. Least likely but most dangerous. You know I'm a guy of many secrets, but let this be no secret...my brother - Riley - hates me. More so than all those useless guys from my past that claim to want to kill me. He was the one that put me in Helshire for a reason I'm not sure of yet and he will be the one that won't stop at anything to torture you for information. I'm sorry Nat, I really am. If this is the case, I would have left in a hurry with no explained reason. Don't go after me, don't go near windows, don't use the phone unless someone called 'Luke' is calling you. Don't turn on any electrical equipment. Take any weapons you can find, put them in a rucksack with as little things as possible. A change of clothes, water, little food and money (of which you'll find £2000 stuck to the bottom of the kitchen sink in the cupboard). Go to the library and find the book 'The Great Gatsby'. In there you'll find pictures of my brother and the possible men working for him. You'll find his past registration numbers of any of the cars I know he has, the addresses he's lived at in the past 4 years and places and people that are safe for you to go to. Now go to the kitchen but make sure you have a torch with you. In a teapot is a key, take it out and go to the rug... underneath is a trap door. Open it and be careful when walking down the steps. Follow the tunnel through and and after about an hour of walking you'll find yourself at a garage. Make your choice of car (they're all mine) and go back to Helshire.
 
This is as much as I can help you right now. I may call you soon.
 
H."
 
@hannahmaine
 
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I SAW BIFFY CLYRO AND CITY AND COLOUR LAST NIGHT AT THE O2
wowowowowowoowwwwwwwwww
simon neil you absolute god
 

anyway
 

'till latersss.
 
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I made this because Game of Thrones premiers in the UK tonight
 
IJWHSAJKBDFSFLJKANSFOJIAKF
 

okay glad that I got that out
maybe I'll write a story later

Name: Nadia Baratheon
Age: One and Twenty
Bio: When she was only two and ten, Nadia's father died, leaving behind only two relatives: Nadia and her bother of five, Thedore. Ever since, she has been running the Stormlands in place of her brother, who is too young to rule. With no one to command her to do so, Nadia has no intention of marrying. Her people love her and Thedore looks up to her as a mother. When the summons come, Nadia fights them tooth and nail, but a King cannot be denied. Nadia is an expert at the game, and she could go far at court, but the only place she has any intention of going is home.
Relationship: Single
Model: Eva Green
Taken By:
 
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omg I made a doll set that I actually liked and then my laptop crashed and I hadn't saved it so I had to start a new one :(
I'm aware the skin/face don't quite match but eh
 
anyway, before I get eaten by my math teacher for not completing my paper:
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Nadia wasn't used to people making a fuss of her, nor the fancy gowns and combed hair. As the leader of the Stormlands, she wasn't considered a woman who needed pretty things, she was the woman who needed wood, trading items, armor and boats. But all those things that were familiar to her, seemed a lifetime away now. Here she sat in her allocated chambers, having her hair (which had acquired quite a number of knots since she'd last tended to it) brushed through by a quiet maid that had to be younger than herself.
 
Trying not to flinch at the gentle tugs being made on her long hair, Nadia traced her fingers over the fine silk she was wearing. Though looks weren't important to the Baratheons now that they no longer held the throne, Nadia didn't want to be underestimated. She's a strong lady, one that knows about keeping land and keeping men and keeping what is rightfully hers - probably more so than any other woman here. Her dresses reflected this. Instead of honoring the bright yellow in her banner, she wore clothes of cream and bronzes with occasional dull yellows or gold. They had sturdy shapes, not flouncing pieces of art like many of the fair maidens in court. Nadia was proud, she didn't need or want fancy dresses to highlight her importance. Any good warlord would be impressed by her achievements at the tender age of twenty and one.
 
She wasn't here for a husband, the only thing that held onto her by a thread was the kings command. Never following a word of a man was the thing she was known for. To some, Nadia would be considered a man, if it were not for the lack of penis between her legs. But the king could not be denied, even if she hated Kings Landing more than she hated the lack of a family, not if she wanted to keep her people, land and honor safe.
 
So Nadia sat there, obeying orders for the first time in her life. And hating every minute of it.
 
@somewhatheartless-somewhatgrown
eh this is merh but oh well
 
Songs to descibe Nadia:
# Ships with holes will sink - We Were Promised Jetpacks
# Atlas hands - Benjamin Francis Leftwich
# Little Hell - City & Colour
# Re:stacks - Bon Iver
(I did 4 because I couldn't decide on 3 hehe)
 
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BRINGING MA BABIES BACK
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Darius Holbrook Nott
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Darius sneaked out of a girls dorm. The rumors were true, he had asked the poor Gryffindor on a date. And it was also true that she was smitten over him...so it was easy enough to get what he wanted rather quickly.
 
The girl was a fiery red head, one with a strong backbone but weak heart. And when one had a weak heart it was easy to destroy the strong surface. A few sweet words did the trick, though the candle-lit picnic by the black lake made it inevitable. Damn, he was good.
 
He smirked to himself as he light stepped along, pulling his t-shirt over his bare chest. Now all he had to do was give her some bullshit excuse about how he was /so/ busy with his classes and quidditch. And she'd fall in love with him even more for being so dedicated to his education. Darius didn't play the game, he owned the game. He knew how these things worked and wasn't ashamed to make his move against people.