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♥♣Rules♦♠
1. Follow Gaia TOS
2. No Out of history weapons I'm not askign for major research but seriously, no snipers rocket launchers. C'mon people seriously
3. Be semi-lit that means the use of more than 1 sentence in your writings
4. No godmodding, and by this I mean no being invincible when you're shot, no cops finding the speakeasy and arresting everyone in two posts etc
5. Romance, alliances, backstabbing, and corrupted cops are allowed and encouraged.
6. Type 'we're the girls with the diamond dolls' in the subject of your PM when you send me the profile
7. Have fun ^.^

Just a note!

Diamonds and Hearts are Major Rivals
Spades and Clubs are as well
Diamonds are Allied closely with Club 13
Hearts with Spades

The Syndacate's are all enemies to one another and will raid, pillage, and harm eachother.

The Fuzz has no idea where the Speakeasies are currently at. They only know that they exist.

To get into one of the Speakeasies a certain proof of membership is required. For the Diamondell it's a small pink teddybear with a diamond on it's foot.
For the others? I'll leave that to it's leaders to decide...

♥♣Accepted Girls♦♠







Username: kokobean22
Name: Rogue Manson
Age: She swears she's 23
Appearence: http://i29.tinypic.com/2yy8apf.jpg
Clothing: She dresses in refined clothing, dresses, rich looking tops etc...
Personality: Tough on her girls, Rogue holds a tight ship. She does love excitement and adventure, especially when it comes to her stealing and what not. However, there are things that are strict buisiness...
Status: Head Leader of the Diamondell Speakeasy
Weapons: a small handgun
Bio: Born and raised in the Windy city, Rogue had always established herself as a leader. She began the Rosebud Cafe in the main part of town, turning it's large basement into a Speakeasy when the time came. She's the King of Diamonds in the syndacate and not afraid to let anyone know, except for the cops of course...

Username: kokobean22
Name: Ivy Greene
Age: 17
Appearence: Ivy
Clothing: Basic short flapper girl dress in a bright vibrant color with a matching flapper hat.
Personality: Ivy always seems to be happy and excited. She loves to look sweet an innocent. Be warned though, she'll stick up for those she cares about.
Status: 10 of Diamonds
Weapons: None, little girls shouldn't carry weapons...
Bio: The neice of Cafe and speakeasy owner, Rouge, Ivy quickly discovered the underground ginmill while working in the cafe itself. Very supportive of her aunt, Ivy works as a cafe waitress after school hours as well as in the Diamondell speakeasy after night. She is however, usually home and in bed by ten, meanign someone has to take the girl home.

Username: pepecoush
Name: Lisel Addams
Age: 25
Appearence:http://www.deviantart.com/print/1230876/
Clothing: What she is wearing
Personality: Uptight and quiet most of the time, has random bursts of rage
Status: Ace of Spades
Weapons: small concealed handgun
Bio: In most ways the quiet and unassuming librarian to the old Victorian library, Lisel lives the high life during nights when directs the small Gothic band at the Spades' speakeasy. Her immense knowledge of every thing in her library make her an indispensable resource to the Spades, and she knows it.

Username:pepecoush and kokobean22
Name: Annabelle and Allyson Bristow
Age: 20
Appearence:Heart Sisters
Clothing: as seen
Personality: Annabelle is the quieter side of the two twins and thoughtful. No matter what she looks after her sister and can be just as fun and strange as her too. Allyson however is quite eccentric and a bit of a partier. She loves who she is, but would never trade her sister for the world.
Status: King and Queen of Hearts (respectively)
Weapons: derringer and a switchblade ((don't ask where she got it...))
Bio: Born in Canterbury, England to their adoring parents, it was soon discovered that Allyson had a severe heart condition which had been kept in check until the girls reached puberty. Now sent by their parents to live with their Aunt Cardamom, Allyson and Annabelle created a speakeasy to supply money for the raising prices of Allyson's medicine. Now they continue to run the speakeasy to support their ailing aunt.

Username: pepecoush
Name: Maggie
Age: 8
Appearence: Curles
Clothing: pinafores and dresses
Personality: Maggie may be sweet and cute for Jamison, but she has a pension for trouble and doesn't like anyone messing with her adopted Papa.
Status: not affiliated
Weapons: none
Bio: Although she really has nothing to do with the speakeasy, Maggie is the only family Jamison has in America who depends on him and he views her like a daughter. Maggie was the daughter of Jamison's sister and when both Maggie's parents dies of the consumption, Jamison took her in. Now fully attached to Jamison, she knows of the speakeasy and has every intention of keeping it from the police.

Username:pepecoush
Name: Scarlet Munroe
Age:19
Appearence:Scarlet
Clothing: slightly more sedate clothing, covers more
Personality: Distractable with a habit of getting lost, Scarlet is no where close to being a good worker but she tries awfully hard. And she is rather clever.
Status:Knave of Diamonds
Weapons: poison
Bio: Brought up by the the Holy Sisters of Saint Petronious, Scarlet lived under their tutelage since she was five until she was 17 when she was let out into the world to "find her place". What she did find was Rouge's Gin Mill and The Rosebud. Ever since she has not only functioned as a full time employee but also as an insider with a local detectives agency.

Username: kokobean22
Name: Maria Cortez
Age: 32
Appearence: XX
Clothing: a sleek blue dress to her ankles or something else in blue. She dresses in traditional Spanish clothing as well.
Personality: Strict but rewarding, it's her intimidating personality that keeps Miss Cortez sassy and single. Not afraid to hold her own she uses wit and grace to outlast others. She is however very rewarding and if pleased will be a great alli.
Status: Queen of Spades
Weapons: Steel toed ballet slippers. She doesn't have to wear them to hurt someone. Just hang on to them...
Bio: As a young girl raised in a well off mexican family, alcohol was important in cooking as well as drinking. The family moved to America with Maria's cousin Carlos. A ballet prodigy, the young Maria honed her skills and taught from the time she got out of school to the present. It was when the prohibition rolled around and her mother had to give up her treasured cooking wines that Maria decided she had to act. She spoke with the founder of Syndicate 52, who seeing her determination and courage, gave her the title of Queen of Spades. She keeps the bar running smooth but is at high risk with her cousin Carlos on the force. Can the Queen of spades really trump the deck? Or will she fall as merely a joker in the deck of cards?

Username:pepecoush
Name:Katya Mikailova
Age:16
Appearence:Katya
Clothing:Fluid dresses for dancing in varying lengths, in neutral colors
Personality:Rather cold and distant, Katya doesn't play around. Of course she can be quite the actress sometimes, making her a chameleon to those who don't know the real her
Status:6 of Spades
Weapons:twin uzis
Bio:A Russian immigrant, Katya comes from a family of dancers with a history of success. Katya is no different, in fact her family has come to consider her as their hope for reestablishing their ballet empire. A prodigy, she devotes herself to improving her craft, but also finds time to help around the bar or coax information off the nearest law man or rival syndicate.


Username: Kikay_Ali
Name: Elissa Seymour
Age:17
Appearence:Elissa
Clothing: Always wears a skirt, usually dark colored
Personality: Clever and deceiving, having learned a lot from her uncle.
Status: Black knight
Weapons: No one knows it, but she carries around a pistol
Bio: When her father died, her mother took up his place at the White Syndacate. Elissa was furious at her mom, seeing that her dad died because of the syndacate. When her uncle came to recruit her, she accepted gleefully. She told her uncle all her mom's secrets, but hides the fact that she's playing on the other team from her mom.

Username: Kikay_Ali
Name: Dyna Seymour
Age: 28
Appearence:Dyna
Clothing: Most of the time elegant dresses.
Personality: She's been fragile since the death of her husband, but she hides it most of the time.
Status: White bishop
Weapons: none
Bio: She never understood the hate between her husband and her brother, but she always figured it was because of some childish act of their past. When Dyna became a widow, Sebastian came to her to finish some things her husband didn't. Dyna knew that if she joined it would trouble Elissa, but she felt like it was something she would have to do.

Username: Kikay_Ali
Name: Rosemary Addison
Age: 18
Appearence:rosemary
Clothing: simple clothing, skirts and such.
Personality: Puts passion into the things she loves, and is determined to reach her goals.
Status: Queen of diamonds
Weapons: none at the moment
Bio: She lives with her parents, and her little 5 year old brother. She can't wait to move out and start a life on her own. She caught Rogue's attention when she knocked out someone for grabbing her purse. Then, Rogue found out that Rosemary was great in the kitchen.

Username:pepecoush
Name:Temperance Brendan
Age:19
Appearence:Temprance
Clothing: dresses with matching color bows, riding suit
Personality:Sweet and good natured, Temperance likes to help people but makes people earn anything she gives them or they better pay it back with interest
Status: Black Bishop 2
Weapons: none displayed
Bio: After losing her parents in a bank robbery, Temperance went to Jethro Seymour and now works to repay him for supporting her. She has become the beautiful socialite to be just who Jethro needs, from riding horses and fencing to playing harp, violin, piano and organ. She is rather attached to Jethro.




♥♣Accepted Boys♦♠
Username: pepecoush
Name: Jamison O'Flinn
Age: 25
Appearance: O'Flinn
Clothing: see above picture
Personality: O'Flinn is your typical hard-drinking, hot-blooded Irishman. He loves a good time and Club 13 reflects this part of his personality.
Status: Top Boss of Club 13
Weapons: double-barrel shotgun
Bio: Am 2nd generation immigrant to America, Jamison started life as a paper boy before apprenticing to a ambitious shopkeeper, known simply as Mc'Gavin. O'Flinn was given to business upon the old mans death, which he shortly turned the basement into a speakeasy for the blue collar man. Now years later, Club 13 has grown to encompass a vast network of shop basements as breweries to supply a growing demand.

Username: pepecoush
Name:Sebastian Crown
Age:23
Appearence: White King
Clothing: White Pinstripe suits with white silk monogrammed handkerchief
Personality razz ompous and arrogant, Sebastian has a mountain of pride and the cold tempered nature. People generally don't like him very much.
Status: White King
Weapons: Ivory Cane
Bio: Born the rich and privileged son of a banker, Sebastian turned to a life against the law to entertain himself. And like any good law breaker now dominates in the area of rich customers. With his special "headache" remedy He attracts the wealthy to his speakeasy, turning down any business from those less well off. The reason why: poor people are simply too dirty to have around.

Username: kokobean22
Name: Patrick Doyle
Age: 23
Appearence: http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/6514/boy3bf4.jpg
Clothing: Same as the pic
Personality: Naive and playful, Patrick loves nothing more than to fool around and toy with people. He also happens to make a fun drunk, so O'Flinn tries to keep Mr. Doyle away from the alcohol.
Status: Knave of Clubs
Weapons: Doesn't need one...
Bio: With backgrounds of Irish blood, for Doyle, drinking was a sport. However, with the rise of the Prohibition, the fun and games were lost. Determined to bring the 'fun' of alcohol to everyone he joined up with his old pal O'Flinn to create club 13.

Username: Kikay_Ali
Name: Jacob Evans
Age: 22
Appearence:Jacob
Clothing: Some type of dress shirt with a jacket, sometimes a tie.
Personality: He may look really tough, but he's a laid back person. He hates when people betray him, and never really wants to look rich.
Status: King of Spades
Weapons: Nothing much, just a simple hunting knife.
Bio: His father started him in the alcohol business at age 10, when he dropped out of school at 15, he met Sam and they slowly started a speakeasy in Sam's dad's old place. But Sam couldn't deal with the fact that the fuzz were out there, looking for them. He dropped out of the speakeasy, and the next thing Jacob knows is that the fuzz are posting up wanted posters with pictures of him. A while later he got a letter from Sam saying how he joined the fuzz and that he would suggest Jacob to move the speakeasy out of the cellar. Furious, Jacob swore to himself that he would get Sam if it was that last thing he did.

Username: Kikay_Ali
Name: Sam Williams
Age:23
Appearence:Sam
Clothing: Police uniform when on duty, what he's wearing
Personality: Was paranoid, but now tough and almost completely merciless
Status: Fuzz
Weapons: Revolver that he got from being a fuzz.
Bio: His dad was a cop but Sam always had an interest in alcohol. When his dad died Sam dropped out of school and lived on his own for a bit. Then he met Jacob, who had this wild idea of owning a speakeasy. Sam stepped on board, excited to finally get out of his dad's shadow. When Jacob started taking more than his share from the profits, Sam was furious. He left the speakeasy in the hands of Jacob, and joined the fuzz. Still feeling loyalty to Jacob, Sam didn't give the location of the speakeasy away. But knowing that eventually keeping secrets would cost his job, he wrote a letter telling Jacob to move. In the closing of the letter, Sam wrote: "I have become what I used to despise most. Shows how much people can change, and how in life you can only trust yourself." Sam knows that Jacob is looking for him, but Sam won't go easy on the friend of his past.

Username: kokobean22
Name: Carlos Juarez
Age: 35
Appearence: OMG Tulio
Clothing: Police uniform, whatever else he has on hand when not working.
Personality: Fun loving and a bit carefree, one would think he is not serious of his job right? Wrong. Being a cop is very important to Carlos....and his cousin's side of the family is not okay with that.
Status: Police Officer
Weapons: Pistol
Bio: Coming to America with his cousin's family, Carlos was impressed with the officers. Determined to join he bought a bi bi gun and practiced as hard as he could. With his great courage and shooting ability he was let on to the team. He's not treated as well as other cops but he's okay with that. He doesn't know his cousin's a spade however....

Username: Kikay_Ali
Name: Jethro Seymour
Age: 32
Appearence:Jethro
Clothing: Usually wear tuxedos, loves the classy look.
Personality biggrin eceiving when he needs a job to be done, but always has a kind nature.
Status: Black King
Weapons: He doesn't usually carry any weapons.
Bio: No one in his family knows that he's the Black King, except his wonderful niece Elissa. After the death of his brother, Jethro was quick to comfort Elissa, in hopes of having her help him to bring down the White half of the Checkmate Syndacate. She agreed, having some hopes of her own.

Username: kokobean22
Name: Johnathan Michael
Age: 23
Appearence:
Clothing: Pinstripe suites and gangster style attire...
Personality: Easy going and layed back but knows what he's doing. Not a huge worker and enjoys procrastination, but he'll get it done eventually.
Status: Ace of Clubs
Weapons: Keeps a tommy in a seperate guitar case
Bio: Cousing to Rouge, the two grew up around their uncle Al Capone. With Rouge's husband being a close friend to Mr. Capone, Rouge and Johnny became quick friends in the buisiness. Wanting to serve as a rumrunner like his idol of sorts, he joined the clubs and is at times, about as useless as Doyle. However, at least Johnny gets more done...

Username: kokobean22
Name: Richard 'Ricky' Rockafeller
Age: 25
Appearence:
Clothing: Average clothing, tupical vests and such with a newsie's cap.
Personality: Laid back is an understatement for this guy. He spends all of his time walkign the Chicago streets with nothing to do and without a care in the world. He's smart but could care less, his sweet jazz being the only thing he ever really cared about. But he does have eyes for the widow Rouge...
Status: Black Pawn
Weapons: None, he can't shoot and has no money for a knife
Bio: Born in the Chicago slums, the only thing he ever saved for was an old beat up saxophone. Playing his blues and jazz, he made street money and caught the attention of the black king. With a new black and silver sax, he plays at nights for the syndacate...

That morning in the windy city was particularly foggy. The streets were wet from the night before but Rouge knew by the afternoon the puddles would be nearly gone. Her heels clicked down the street towards a small brick building. The door unlocked, squeaking as she opened it. It was at this time she wondered why she didn't oil up the hinges when she knew she had more than enough money. Disregardign the thought she went inside, closing the door and changin it's sign to 'OPEN'. She started coffee for the impending breakfast rush settign out yesterday's uneaten pastries as well as putting a new batch in the kitchen's oven.
"If only those other lazy girls would get here this early..." she mumbled, taking off her large fluffy coat and hanging it in the closet. She was referring to her neice as well as her two partners in crime. They had been late for the past month or so unable to cope with the late night jobs of runnign the gin mill in the basement.

Jamison woke up to a room filled wit sunlight. He had overslept, again. But since he was sure it was Saturday he really didn't care overly much. Sure the speakeasy needed to be swept but the shop was closed. No need to wake up just yet, he thought, rolling over into his pillow.

The early morning fog obscured any view Sebastian might have seen from the windows of his library. Still he looked out, a cup of cognac held absently in his hand. With his resent break throughs at the distillery, Sebastian was able to produce several different flavors and varieties of liqueur. Now to create labels for more "medical" solutions. And he was in desperate need of another top hat.
Sebastian turned from the window to his desk, there grasping the bell pull for his butler.

The door to the cafe swung open with the gentle voices of Patrick and Ivy flowing in. The coffee had just started brewing and the only food out was the day old stuff from yesterday, which left Rouge relieved that it was only these two coming in. She watched as Ivy rushed in to the back to put on her apron, Doyle sitting at the bar.
"Patrick, aren't you going to be late for work....again?" Rouge asked, grabbing Doyle his usual day old scone. She dug around under the bar, finding a bottle marked 'Morning Glory'. She poured some into a coffee mug, filling it half way. The other half was filled with coffee from the single finished pot. She stirred it then handed it to Doyle with a smile.
"Most likely...actually highly likely....However, if you ask me, I don't see why anyone has to be there at this god awful hour. No one's going to be at the library at this time, so no need for a librarian..." Rouge rolled her eyes, turning around towards the kitchen to see Ivy preparing fresh baked goods.

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Doyle followed Ivy inside, walking to his favorite spot at the bar and taking a seat.
"Patrick, aren't you going to be late for work....again?" Rouge asked him. He took his day old scone, the fresh ones being too...fresh for his liking. He answered while she prepared his special coffee, a nice hint of coffin varnish to ease the morning woes.
"Most likely...actually highly likely....However, if you ask me, I don't see why anyone has to be there at this god awful hour. No one's going to be at the library at this time, so no need for a librarian..." he took a sip of the drink afterwards, the strong taste not bothering him in the slightest. He'd found his day job to be boring and meaningless, a mere cover for his night life in club 13. As Rouge had turned to attend to other matters, Doyle realized his conversation was over, and continued with his breakfast.

"Mrrrfhehfhehr" mumbled Allyson, her face buried in her pillow. She didn't want to get up, not now anyway...She rolled back over, a mask over her eyes to block out any light. She hated mornings, and after last night's business all she wanted to do was sleep. Perhaps she'd call in sick today, they had plenty of other models...