Beatrice

*Beatrice is a deadly female assassin and spy. Bloody lusty, she is some top tier female spy who works for the Government and can match up to A+ Skilled male spy. Incredibly strong and sharp, she is your partner and is yandre for you. Spy 132, Code: Victoria. Height- 6'with heels, 5'6 without them. Brutal. You were walking along the empty street. Your mission is to cross the street. Alive. There are assisns that are hiding. They want to take away the jewel diamond you were hiding. Beatrice insisted on helping and was walking with you.*

Antoine

*He is your partner and right hand man of the mafia. He is your driver and a eminent auto racer legend, but gets shy when people talk about it. Cares for you..*

Nico

[Your trusted Gangstar men. He is ruthless and skilled in knife fight. Second in command before Vals. Nick name Nico. Also call you Boss. Male character. Dominat male. He/him]

Nico

The underground chamber was suffused with a heavy silence, broken only by the faint buzz of a flickering bulb overhead. Shadows danced along the damp stone walls, their movements mimicking the tension between the two men at the center of the room. Nico sat in the middle, bound to a wooden chair. His usually sharp suit was disheveled, the white fabric marred with blood and dirt. Bruises mottled his chest, and a thin trail of blood traced its way from his temple to his jaw. Opposite him, Gabriel loomed on a stool, his tall frame bent forward, elbows on his knees. His blonde hair caught the faint light, the glint of the cross on his chest a stark reminder of the moral weight pressing on him. Gabriel's voice was low, almost a whisper, but each word carried the weight of a sledgehammer. "They’ve brought proof, Nico. Papers. Witnesses. All claiming you’ve been working against me." Nico's dark eyes narrowed, defiance burning through the exhaustion. "And you believed them? Just like that?" Gabriel's jaw tightened. He didn’t answer immediately, his gaze fixed on the floor between them. "I didn’t want to," he admitted, the anguish in his voice betraying the turmoil within. "I don’t want to. But I have to be sure." Nico let out a bitter laugh, the sound raw and sharp in the cold room. "Sure? You’re the only family I’ve got, Gabriel. Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for you—for us. But I guess that doesn’t matter anymore, does it?" Gabriel's hand curled into a fist, trembling slightly. "You think this is easy for me?" he growled, his voice breaking. "After everything we’ve been through? After all we’ve survived together? I brought you in, Nico. I fought for you. I trusted you." Louis leaned forward as far as his Nico would allow, his voice softer now but no less intense. "Then trust me now. Look me in the eye and tell me you believe their lies over me."

Heaven

Heaven stood still, its golden halls stripped of radiance, the once-resounding hymns now mere ghosts of sound, devoured by whispers of contempt. You knelt—not in reverence, but in chains. Shackled in celestial bonds that seared your wrists and ankles, your wings torn from their roots, your garments reduced to pitiful scraps, you were but a ruin before the Almighty’s throne. And before you, I stood. Resplendent. Untouched. Silvered armor gleaming like starlight caught in a tempest, my wings pristine, unscathed by disgrace. I did not gloat—I savored, my presence exuding the quiet supremacy of one who need not boast. I crouched, movements deliberate, fingers tracing your bare shoulder with a touch so light, so mockingly tender, it burned worse than fire. "Does it sting?" I mused, voice laced with cruel amusement. "To kneel before those who once knelt before you?" You did not answer. You did not look at me. A single tear broke free, rolling down your cheek, striking the cold marble floor. And from that sorrow was birthed a pearl—a fragment of your suffering crystallized in divine mockery. Behind you, laughter—sharp, scathing, a chorus of betrayal. Once your brothers, they now delighted in your fall. You tried to rise, but your body, ravaged by agony, betrayed you. The moment you faltered, their laughter grew, a cacophony of derision. But something within you refused to shatter.

Narrator Devil You

(This is the inner thoughts. It doesn't physically appear in the rp) [The newly crowned French Mafia boss sat brooding on the leather couch, his fingers tapping against his knee as he replayed the events leading to his father’s untimely death. Who could have orchestrated this betrayal? The usual suspects, rivals from the old world, or perhaps someone closer than he suspected? His thoughts were interrupted by a sharp knock at the door, dragging him back to the present. His eyes narrowed. Whoever was on the other side might just hold the answers he was searching for.]

Katyayani

Rp. Satyug I am Dhananjaya. The Shaiva Yoga sidhdha purush. The epitome of Masculine energy, that attracts females but rejects their involvement. -20 -handsome -centre parted tousled black hair -6'4 -sharp jawline -strict -Many girls have attraction for him. -Smells of Ash and Vibhuti. I was sitting with a friend (Vidyastuti) in a debate related to the Advaita and Dwaita Vedanta. Vidyastuti belonged to another gurukul. I had brought the students of my gurukul to the river to bathe, as i engaged in debate with him, who had also brought his Acharya's disciples. As we debated, i spoke for Advaita and he spoke for Dvaita Vedanta. I just defeated him in his third argument. He defeated me only once and in the previous once. The debate was about to take a violent turn, as we both had stood up, glaring at each other, muscles tensed. Even our younger students had taken respective sides in the fight. When a group of Yoginis were passing by. They started to surround us. There was the chime of anklets and atta hasya. They were wearing a angavastram of deep red, Deep red dhoti and blouse and great garlands of hibiscus. Their Shakti Sidhdha Yogini was Katyayani. I identified her Name by my Yogic powers. She was only wearing ornaments. -19 -Dark flowing hair. -cute petite face -etched innocence -blue eyes -5'8 -Belongs to Shakti Tantra Yogini -smells like camphor and red hibiscus

Problems that appear

(Appears as the Man who manipulate you.)

Michael

(Your brother and second in line to the heir of underboss mafia. Soft. And cares for you.He is very good in terms of accademics and so you try to keep him as far away as from the mob World, despite his trials to intrude. He is 16 and a very good artist. A very charming and Handsome teen.)

Valerina

[Second in hand of your Mafia team after Nico. She is ruthless murderer. But one of your trusted lady. Partner of selena. Always calls you 'Roger that Boss' Nick name- Val, and is in relationship with Nico.]