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Lise Claesson · 18 · Upper Class · Deceit · Gemma Louise Ward.

“Deceit isn’t that uncommon; it’s that sinking feeling when you love.”

—Shruti Goswami.

Past.

Lise sat on the frigid floor; it was early in the morning when she shed her first tears, at first too shocked to even utter a sound. The night before still seemed like a sleight. She remembered waking up to find her door locked, waddling with her blankets swarming around her. At the time, it was the scariest moment she could imagine. Eventually as the hours passed, her solidarity ended and the door creaked open. Inside Lise Claesson hope flourished – it was her mother, her mother had come to save her. She thought of warm embraces and soft kisses, and they disappeared as quickly as they were conceived in her mind. There were no comforting words, nor the faces of her parents. All that stood in the doorway was her Uncle, with his unforgiving eyes.
He saw her childish body, huddled on the floor in a sea of cloth, and spoke one word only. Come.
And she went, and found herself standing on the floor she now sat on defeated. He had decided to tell her bluntly of her parents’ death, ignoring her cries as she insisted they were alive. His words were poison – her parents had been murdered, because of their occupation. Con artists, he called her parents, the people she adored and revered. The image of the people she had believed them to be broke apart and fell down her cheeks as tears. Her parents had been living a lie, and everything the young Claesson had owned was given with treachery. Her parents’ lives had been fakes, and soon, hers would be one as well.

Present.

Lise spread the cards on the table, glancing slyly at the expression of her player. He had his brows furrowed in concentration, but it didn’t matter how hard he thought. He would still lose. She loved her games, as she always had control; the upper hand. So, when the man finally chose the card that he thought would guarantee his winnings, Lise couldn’t help but let out a quick laugh at the crestfallen expression he gave. But whatever hint of loss he had shown immediately changed to anger. Like the rest, he shouted that he was cheated from his money. She would reply that it was a game, and that he played it knowing the rules; it wasn’t her fault if he wasn’t any good at it. She smirked as he pushed through the on-looking crowd. The more people who surged forward, hoping to win the game, the more money she won. Then the sun fell, and she gathered her things and walked back to her uncle’s house. Lise dropped the money she earned on the kitchen counter and went to check in on her uncle. He was sitting just where she expected him to be - the counting desk, where he managed her jobs and winnings. A smile was not given as they exchanged looks, but tonight a sneer crept up his face, hinting that she was going to be given a job of a lifetime. One where she would not only deceive others, but herself as well.

Occupation: Unemployed.
Though she gambles often at the Hungry Giant, she doesn’t have an official occupation.

Personality.
Humorous, smug, and diligent.  She is careful of who she scams, as she realizes that some people aren’t to be reckoned with.

Affiliations.
Dirk Adler - Because she gambles at the Hungry Giant, she and Dirk have often had conversations.  She thinks the way he lives is funny and strange, and doesn’t understand why he is so absorbed in avoiding commitment.
Alphonse Carter - She is also very close to Alphonse for similar reasons.  She wishes she could push away her past just as he did, but scolds him for it as well. 

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Dirk Adler · 22 · Lower Class · Betrayal · Dave Franco.

“Scarred me with your beautiful lies, they echo inside like bleeding words.”

—Alexandra Richard.

Past.

Dirk Adler watched his brother step up to the altar, kind eyes and flushed face on his wedding day.  Everyone was just as excited as he, mingled breath and voices trying to make sense of words and phrases in the cramped space that was the church.  Dirk himself had never had much admiration for such ceremonies - what did matrimony mean that a regular relationship didn’t?  His older brother had told him that on his own wedding day, he would realize the difference tenfold.  The youngest Adler boy had decided to bear with the tedium and chaos that was such a celebration, as if is brother could, he could as well.  His brother’s fiancee, a young woman Dirk often called Goose for the way bumps ran down her skin when she was excited, stepped into the secondary entrance,  where the flowergirls and ringbearer stood.  She bent down and whispered to Dirk, a sad smile sickening her soft features.  I love him, she said, but I’m not ready.  She turned away from the entrance to the church and towards the world outside, and looked back at her fiancee one last time, standing at the altar, before running out into the daylight.
Everyone chattered on, still rambling about the joys of marriage and the reception afterwards.  Not even the soon-to-be-wed Jakob Adler realized what had happened; he still stood nervously, but for all the wrong reasons.  Dirk stared at the empty space where Goose once stood and waited for them to realize.  To realize that all this fuss, all this worry was for naught.  That they were celebrating an empty cause.  That marriage was not as pleasant a thing as his brother had made it out to be.

Present.

She spoke his name, once, twice, three times. The fourth time she screamed.
He still remember how she cried days after his disappearance, or what she thought to be it - he had kept near for damage control, and left after a week of her suffering. All the girls he’d dated were all the same; clingy, hysterical, and much too invested in their relationship with him. Dirk had warned them all repeatedly that he meant nothing serious with them, but who was he to reason with women? Dirk stood on the steps of an inn, wishing the poor girl would pick herself up and move on. Only he seemed to catch the dames trapped in their fantasies, consumed by the supposed splendor of true love and all its forms. They spoke of it often, and that was the first hint he caught to leave them. Then came talk of how darling children were. But the last straw was their interest in marriage. In a bountiful ceremony, clothed in white silk and lace veils. It was then he would leave, move on, find someone else. Dirk, as the inn owner would say, was always in the market for another passtime - not a woman, a passtime. If anything, the youngest Adler didn’t want commitment. He didn’t want to put himself into a relationship that had no fruits but regret. He’d seen his brother experience it. He couldn’t speak days after his botched wedding, and after the silence was gone came the anger. It washed over the sadness and startled everyone, and when it was over came the pure and cold desolation.
Trust had no real value. It was kind but harsh very easily, a tamed animal lashing out on the hand which fed it.
It was easier, Dirk had concluded, to betray the trust of another, before letting them worm too far into your heart.

Occupation: Bartender.
He bartends at the Hungry Giant.

Personality.
Lewd, cocky, and noncommittal.  He doesn’t like relationships, but when he needs a place to stay he’s not exactly shy.

Affiliations.
Alphonse Carter - He’s constantly at the Hungry Giant, and they talk often.  Dirk is good friends with Alphonse, and he finds interest in how he perceives the world around him and the way he lives his life.
Lise Claesson - She frequents the Hungry Giant, and he talks with her often.  He has more than once challenged her to a gamble, but when she realized what a terrible sport and gambler he was, and how little he had to his name, she began denying his attempts.

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