Yejide: 🍀💡 Maxime: 📚💖 Guinevere: 🔪👖

𝟶𝟶𝟷.   𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂   ...

⋯⋯⋯   GENERAL DETAILS.

FULL NAME:   guinevere lovelace. NICKNAME(S):   neve (if you must use a nickname, this is preferred), winnie (reserved for family). ALIAS:  previously known as agent bloodhunter. AGE:   twenty9. DATE OF BIRTH:   august 5. PLACE OF BIRTH:   seattle. CURRENT LOCATION:   apex city, washington. GENDER:   questioning. PRONOUNS:   she/they. ORIENTATION:   bisexual. OCCUPATION:   reporter for apex news network. EDUCATION LEVEL:   bachelor's degrees in journalism and political science. 

⋯⋯⋯   PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

HEIGHT:   5'10. TATTOOS:   none. PIERCINGS:   ears. SCARS: many on her left shoulder / arm and others scattered about. STYLE:   sleek, striking, bold. enjoys a dramatic overcoat or statement piece. incredibly fond of accessorizing.

⋯⋯⋯   HEALTH.

ALLERGIES:   none. SLEEPING HABITS:   average. incredibly light sleeper. never sets an alarm as she just seems to wake up when she needs to.  EATING HABITS:   well. meal preps. SOCIABILITY:   7/10.  interrogative and prying though she keeps a front up to make herself / her questions seem unassuming DRINKING / SMOKING / DRUGS:   socially   /   no   /   no. RADIANT STATUS:  n/a. solaris failed to work. OTHER:   hard of hearing in left ear.

⋯⋯⋯   PERSONALITY.

LABELS / TROPES:   intrepid reporter, reluctant hero, fallen hero, action survivor, undercover as herself, badass normal, deadpan snarker, hidden heart of gold, undying loyalty INSPIRATIONS:   lois lane (dc comics), veronica mars (veronica mars), karen page (marvel) TRAITS:   determined, resourceful, compassionate, scrupulous, stubborn, distrustful, impulsive, resentful, envious, closed-off, pragmatic, adaptable, observant, driven, independent LIKES:   coffee, traveling, martial arts. DISLIKES:   red tape, being underestimated, sensationalism. WEAKNESSES:  impulsivity, severe trust issues, difficulty with authority, emotional guardedness, tendency to shoulder burdens alone. STRENGTHS:   investigative skills, resilience, adaptability, resourcefulness, negotiation, martial arts. FEARS:   betrayal, powerlessness, loud noises. HABITS:   checking her surroundings / checking for exits, strict routine, double/triple checking any information, carrying a weapon at all times, limiting true / deep personal connection. HOBBIES:   martial arts, cooking, cryptic / logic puzzles, urban exploration.

⋯⋯⋯   FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

MOTHER:   evelyn lovelace,  biomedical agent, whereabouts unknown. FATHER:   marcus lovelace,  psychiatrist, alive. SIGNIFICANT OTHER:   n/a. BEST FRIEND:   none.  EXES:   womp womp.  SIBLING(S):   elidyr lovelace, field agent, deceased.  CHILDREN:   none.  PET(S):   a betta fish, unnamed.

𝟶𝟶𝟸.   𝙱𝙸𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚈 / 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂   … 

marcus and evelyn lovelace were part of mercy organization from its inception. evelyn in particular was a young researcher in biomedical who was part of the team that made solaris what it is today. a couple years before project genesis, she gave birth to her second child, guinevere. marcus was more hesitant about mercy and decided that it was best for him to raise her and her older brother, elidyr, in seattle while evelyn continued her work in apex city.

when guinevere turned fourteen, marcus was offered a position as a therapist in apex city, and the family was properly reunited. it wasn't surprising when eli joined mercy as a legacy junior agent a couple years later.

neve practically idolized both her parents and older brother and always assumed she'd follow in their footsteps. she excelled in her studies, driven mostly by an eagerness to make them all proud.

she studied journalism and political science before joining mercy as well. eli wasn't shy about being related to her, going as far as to help her train whenever he had the availability. their mother, however, decided it would be best if she stay out of the way of her children, though she occasionally checked up on them when possible and without raising suspicion of favoritism.

during her time as a junior agent, she forged a close bond with an agent who was in the same joining class as eli. both neve and this agent were driven by a shared sense of idealism and a desire to make a strong difference. when it was possible for them, the agent volunteered for project genesis and underwent the solaris treatment.

unfortunately they underwent a practically catastrophic transformation, emerging a changed person. when they'd previously been quite bright and optimistic, they'd become cold, calculating, and ruthless. they were given incredible powers but to neve on the outside, it seemed that it cost them their humanity.

neve began to distance herself from them out of concern for them as well as herself. still, she was chosen to come on what should have been a relatively easy mission that included their (former?) friend as well as elidyr along with another agent.

what should have been a routine recon mission spiraled out of control when the four agents' cover was blown and they were ambushed. off guard and outnumbered, the team were forced to fight for their lives as they fled. guinevere watched as the fourth agent fell dead, and then as their (former?) friend used elidyr as cover for the two of them to escape the immediate fight and find a way out. neve made the split second decision to detonate a cache of explosives they had discovered earlier, allowing them a distraction to escape the carnage, though the mission had clearly been an absolute failure as valuable intelligence was lost along with two agent lives.

haunted by these events, wallowing in blame, and tormented by the knowledge that she was somehow responsible for the death of her brother and another agent, she knew she should have left right then. however, she figured that if she was already so close to graduating from junior agent status, she may as well see it through and take solaris.

yeah... solaris didn't work for her. they waited weeks and it amounted to absolute zilch.

horrified by everything she experienced and disillusioned by project genesis and mercy as a whole, her decision to leave mercy behind and forge her own path was reinforced. she cut ties quickly and started up an anonymous blog regarding apex city as a whole.

also um at some point her mom went missing???? so she's also using what remains of her connections to figure that out.

a year ago, she was given a job interview at apex news network, and was hired as a reporter. she's determined to uncover what the hell is really going on, though she keeps that very much on the downlow as she doesn't want to seem too conspiracy theorist. for now she does her due diligence as a reporter and ex-mercy agent by utilizing what remains of her connection to mercy to get information that will be useful to the network.

𝟶𝟶𝟹.    𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂   ...

coming soon but $10 to anyone who wants to take up either marcus lovelace or the (former?) friend / current mercy agent. mwah <3

two things: I hate change and having my routines interrupted. I hate things being the same it’s boring

          "     i  have  spent  the  entire  night  telling  myself  it  could  be  worse.     "     this  is  the  most  honest  he's  been  to  himself  or  another  in  the  past  twenty-four  hours.  far  be  it  for  maxime  to  enjoy  anyone  else's  company  these  days,  but  domnhall  is  always  a  welcome  presence,  grounding  and  prudent  when  everything  seems  to  be  one  step  from  chaos.  corner  of  his  mouth  quirks  into  a  half  smile,  like  he's  sharing  an  inside  joke  with  an  old  friend.     "     i  don't  know  how  many  times  i  can  pull  off  pretending  to  take  a  phone  call  to  exit  mid-conversation  without  raising  suspicion.  tell  me  yours  has  been  better.  let  there  be  some  hope.     "

starter : dom ft. open @ sentinel electric governor's ball

agent merlin leans nonchalantly against a column, sipping at a glass of some wine most likely worth more than his weekly paycheck. he's just escaped a dull conversation with a few guests affiliated with assorted private companies — pawning them off on another agent with more knowledge of the field and technological aspects of the organisation. " how has your evening been thus far ? " he asks to the person approaching — initially preparing for the mental toll of conversation like four-dimensional chess, but relaxing a little as he sees they are another agent of mercy. not that his coworkers are that much easier to make conversation with, but the stakes are at least a little lower.

➥     STATUS  :  CLOSED  @sp3cters ➥     FEATURING  :  AGENTMERCURY  +  AGENTBYTE

           "     jordan,     "     a  half-hearted  sing-song  as  they  jog  up  to  the  other  agent.  chaos  would  be  a  nice  way  to  describe  the  current  environment  throughout  mercy.  and  while  yejide  considers  themself  a  regular  perpetrator  and  enjoyer  of  chaos,  this  is  far  out  of  their  scope  the  tactical  agent  would  know  better,  she  always  does.     "     is  all  of  this  something  we  should  be  super  concerned  about     ?     or  is  it...  business  as  usual     ?     i  feel  so  out  of  my  depth  and  everything  is  so  vague.     "

          in  hindsight,  her  avoidance  of  those  most  familiar  tonight  has  been  intentional,  ducking  her  head  to  let  her  hair  shield  her  profile  from  view,  choosing  to  go  left  when  she'd  been  headed  right.  guinevere  lovelace  is  not  a  coward,  but  she  is  aggrieved.  she  ends  up,  somehow,  at  a  blackjack  table.  her  betting  is  restrained  to  the  table  minimum,  not  out  of  an  excess  of  caution,  but  of  heart  and  will.  she  isn't  here  for  money.  a  story  is  the  reason  she  gave  her  editor,  investigation  is  the  one  she  gives  herself.            neve  steps  away  from  the  table  when  she  doubles  her  cash,  chips  in  hand  as  she  searches  for  fresh  air.  she  finds  it  in  the  solitude  of  a  dark  spring  night,  tucked  mostly  away  from  the  crowd.  still,  it's  not  a  perfect  hiding  place,  as  is  proven  by  mara's  appearance.           the  funeral  wasn't  the  difficult  part.  neither  was  the  actual  death.  it's  the  burial  that  happens  every  morning,  the  feeling  that  she's  trapped  behind  her  own  rib cage  and  unable  to  slip  out.  she  buried  parts  of  herself  when  she  threw  dirt  over  elidyr's  empty  casket.  she  buried  parts  of  herself  —  albeit  smaller  —  the  night  eli  showed  up  at  her  mercy  dorm  half-drunk  and  tongue  tied  about  his  girlfriend.  ex-girlfriend.     (     '     she  doesn't  deserve  you     '    said  without  hearing  the  story,  countered  by  a  hiccuping     '     i  love  her     '     )               she  lost  two  siblings  within  the  span  of  weeks,  one  by  blood  another  by  bond.  years  have  passed  but  the  bitterness  on  her  tongue  lingers,  a  stain  she  can't  get  out  no  matter  how  many  times  she  cleans.

         "     i     —    "     rarely  is  she  left  struggling  for  words.  she   bounces  between  civility  and contentiousness,  and  chooses  to  don  a  front  of  politeness.  neve's  mouth  tightens,  though  she  smiles  as  she  plays  off  her  reaction  as  surprise.    "     i'm  not.  i  guess  it's  the  closest  i  can  get  to  an  arcade  right  now.  managed  to  win  fifty  bucks.    "     eli  had  been  fond  of  vintage  games  and  new  releases  alike,  she  still  has  a  game  that  she'd  been  meaning  to  gift  him  for  his  birthday  tucked  away  somewhere.    "     could  say  the  same  for  you.  mercy's  still  in  the  business  of  changing  people,  then     ?     how  much  was  the  voucher  again     ?     heard  it  was  a  grand,  but  no  one's  confirming.    "     how  easily  she  settles  into  her  element     —     journalism  and  information  extraction.  she  may  have  been  a  great  agent  had  she  stayed.

　　　CLOSED　　⸻　 guinevere , @greatpain

half empty glass of champagne is stained cherry red around the rolled rim, unique as a fingerprint. abandoned, left to condensate atop the flashing neon promise of a slot machine. she is a self-tamed creature, primordial devotion a patchwork of girlhood starvation and the devouring that followed, that has never stopped. she is all mouth. had tried to swallow guinevere whole, the tenderest consumption, after atropos severed the human tether that had so effortlessly knotted them together. fumbled for the fraying edges of that clean cut, following it to the glutted dénouement of abandonment at the other end.

the fourteenth floor balcony. still carrying the remains of that tether, saturated with the burgundy stain of old blood. more appendage than object. " i never took you for a gambler, " mara hesitates in their distant periphery, an uncharacteristic nervous hope flickering like a pilot light. that inherent lure to another, steadying presence of the sibling. near sibling, if it must be said. inimitable, but always begging. the absence is violent all the same, claws and teeth and open wounds. no one escapes siblinghood unscathed. but here, in the irreverent springtime chill, an offering of balm .. " have you won anything ? "

          "     your  confidence  is     ...     "     he  fights  for  a  way  to  phrase  this  into  a  compliment  —  or  at  least  something  that  isn't  outright  discouraging.  by  no  means  does  he  believe  any  division  is  better  or  worse  than  another     (     it's  biomedical  at  the  lead  without  question,  but  who's  keeping  count  ?     )     so  he  settles  on,     "     ...     admirable.  it  is  important  to  remember  that  the  organization  would  be  defunct  without  the  continued  collaboration  of  all  departments  and  agents  from  all  avenues  of  life.  that  includes those  field  agents  you  are  putting  down.     "

starter : julia ft. open @ unspecified location w/in mercy hq

" i'm just saying, " julia says, with all the confidence of someone who is about to expose everyone in the vicinity to the worst take of all time, " there's nothing a field agent can do that an intel agent can't do better. " says the intel agent with absolutely no in-person subterfuge skills — they can only lie when there's a computer screen between them and whoever they're talking to.

swann arlaud in anatomy of a fall (2023) dir. justine triet

Everything i do is out of love and chaos

➥     STATUS  :  CLOSED  @putresceres ➥     FEATURING  :  AGENTHADES  +  AGENTVITALIS

          he  has  dedicated  years  to  determining  if  it  is  at  all  possible  to  control  the  mutation  received  upon  successful  solaris  administration.  every  time  he  thinks  he's  close,  an  ability  such  as  prudence's  appears.  by  all  means,  transmutation  should  be  a  gift.     (     aren't  they  all  gifts     ?     then  why  is  he  seeing  more  failures,  rejections,  side  effects,  and  possibly  violent  deaths     ?     )     "     how  have  your  attempts  at  managing  it  gone  so  far     ?     "