A Game of Cards.... ((One on One// PRIVATE//CLOSED))

It all started with a game of cards…

Lord and Lady Crenshaw have been murdered, and everyone is scrambling to find out who has done it and why. Though their heir, their young son knows who, his menacing, two-faced Uncle. He tries to stop him, but in a series of accusations, fist-fights, and murder attempts, he finds himself cornered. His uncle steals his right and deans his "mentally unfit" to claim the manor. But what he doesn't know is just how insane his nephew is, insane enough to search for the truth himself. One way or another.

A young lady has just finished her (slightly illegal) schooling as a doctor. But instead of being sent to a hospital to look after children as a nurse, as she had hoped, she is sent to babysit a less than normal young man. Soon, he pulls her into his scheme to get his birthright back. Together, they unravel a web of family secrets, falling into scandal and mischief themselves. Will she fall for this toxic young man? Or will she fall deeper and deeper into his game?

((May be some PG-16 content, if you're not okay with that, don't join.))

can I?

Sure! Do you mind if I'm the girl?

sure :)
are there any requirements? also could you post a template?

Name:
Age:
Role:
Personality:
Appearance:

No there aren't any requirements but I do demand this: If you have any suggestions to add to the plot, do be afraid to say so. I feel like this idea could develop greatly with two minds instead of just one.

yay thanks
around what age were you thinking of? I have a character that I think I could adapt for this

I'd say 18 to 25

also I love your profile pic, did you draw that?

I'd say 18 to 25

k thanks, I'll fill it out now!

Oh, no I did not! I know nothing of digital art and I'd say my visual art pretty on the far left of good. XD But thank you.

Name: Winifred "Winnie" Elain Darcy
Age: 21
Role: Doctor
Personality: Very affirmative and stubborn, sassy and classy at same time. She does everything in her power to get what she wants and make her dreams reality, leading to her mischievous character and sly mentality.
Appearance: She has long black hair that she keeps in an impeccable bun at all times, wide brown eyes, full lips, and tan skin. She has dainty hands that she keeps in gloves and a curvy body that she hides in sophisticated and efficient dress-ware, shunning anything remotely scandlous in tightness, shortness, or even color, leading her to mature and drab colors such a burgundy or grey.

Name: Marcus Crenshaw
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Role: Lord and Lady Crenshaw's son
Appearance: Hair so dark brown it looks almost black, was shorter at the back but now it's grown out a bit, layered, slightly shaggy, pretty thick, doesn't form bangs over his forehead but is longer at the front. Olive skin tone, sharp jawline, pronounced cheekbones, dark brown eyes that are almost black, a rich colour. Thick lashes for a boy, tall, muscled but not heavyset, still pretty slim.
Personality: Well, he's going insane, he's overly ambitious, has a lot of pride but at the same time a lot of self-hate, well-groomed, looses his temper easily, a lot of pent-up anger, very determined, hides his emotions easily, lies very well, can keep his cool in stressful situations. He can get too focused on his objective and forget about the people in his life, do not get in his way, will never give up, ever, hates being weak.

I love your character!

I love em' already! A+!

Thank you :)

Thanks! I gtg for dinner, sorry, I'll be back in a bit)

I can post a started if you'd like.

So it'll be here when you get back

sure!

(back!)

(almost done)

yayy

Winnie lost track of how long the ride had been, so utterly baffled by the role she was given. She read the letter once more for the fiftieth time and blew a breath of frustration through her nose. She couldn't believe they were taking a doctor of her skill and turning her into a babysitter for some lunatic. Yet, through her anger, she had to admit that not all was that horrendous. The pay was glorious.

What else should you expect for looking after a rich nut she thought with a smirk. The carriage came to a stop and she folded the letter, placing it in her purse before exiting the ride. She ignored the footman's hand and waited for him to get her things. A man waited for her at the top of some stairs, making for a wonderful picture with the Crenshaw's momentous manor behind him. He looked to be in his early forties, nonetheless handsome, even with peppered gray streaks in his hair. He smiled as she approached. "Lady Darcy…." he greeted her with a deep, smooth voice.

"Lord Crenshaw…" Winnie couldn't help but return the smile. He took her gloved hand and kissed it.
"Thank you for coming so soon after you graduation. Things have become critical." He said, taking her arm and leading her into the manor. He led the way to the patient's room.
"Worry nothing of it, Lord Crenshaw. This is truly an honor." She replied. So much had happened in the Crenshaw family at such a fast time. She felt bad for the man. "My condolences for you lost. On behalf of your brother and sister-in-law, and your nephew."

He patted her hand, looking solemnly down at their walking feet. "Yes, it breaks my heart anew just at the thought." But, oddly, that was the extent of the sorrow he allowed her to see. They began to discuss the patient. As they approached the room of Lord Marcus, Lord Crenshaw sighed. "He frightened his last nurse. But I believe you are fit for the challenge, my dear. Just make sure he eats and takes his prescriptions." And with a final pat, he left.
Winnie couldn't deny the worry that began to gnaw at her insides as she straightened her shoulder and turned the knob. She peered into the room before taking a step inside. "Lord Marcus?" she called softly.

(whoah that was frickin amazing it'll take me a while to tyoe up a response sorry)

((Aww, thanks, take your time))

Marcus Crenshaw was sitting on the edge of his bed, gritting his teeth and sharpening a knife. A dagger, to be precise, but his fool of an uncle wouldn't get the chance to realize the difference before he drove it into his chest. Stupid, murderous uncle. He's going to pay for this., Marcus thought angrily, knuckles whitening as grip on the hilt of the dagger tightened. I am going to drive the knife through his heart, then twist it very slowly while plunging it in deeper until the tip comes through the other side. His screams will be music to my ears. He is not getting away with this, the bastard.

His past few attempts to kill his uncle in cold blood had remained unfruitful, but he was determined more than ever to succeed now. That son of a bitch. That stupid son of a bitch. How dare he. First his parents, now his legacy. His future. All gone. He is going to pay. If it's the last thing I do on this Earth, he is going to pay.

And now, his latest humiliation: a nanny. A babysitter. For him. The son of Lord and Lady Crenshaw. If Marcus had hated his uncle before, he now wanted to make music out of his tortured screams.

The doorknob turned, and the door swung open, and Marcus's head whipped around, sneering when his eyes met their target The nanny. With a flick of his wrist, the dagger flew across the room and buried itself in the wall directly to the right of her head.

Winnie cried out and flinched, covered her head with her arms. She shook a seconds passed. She wasn't dead, the dagger hadn't hit her. Slowly, she opened her eyes and lowered her arms. She immediately decided she wasn't getting paid enough. Clearing her through, trying to scrape up any lingering gumption she had, she looked at man. He looked to be the same age as her, and he she thought she was dealing with a teenager. "Lord Marcus, I am Lady Winifred Darcy, you're new nurse." She stated, daring to take a step closer, her heels echoing through the room.

Marcus rolled his eyes and turned away dismissively. “Of course you are.” After a second, his shoulders began shaking with silent laughter. “The look on your face.”, he snickered, smoothing our a wrinkle in his maroon bedspread. He hardly gave her so much of a glance, instead choosing to look around the room and make sure everything was in perfect order. The velvety folds of the canopy of his bed hung down smoothly from four dark wood bedposts, matching the colour of his plush pillows and bedspread. A dark bloodred carpet covered the floor, and deep red wallpaper lined with beige designs covered the walls. All in all, his room gave off a plush, royal, wine-soaked impression, nothing that would belong to a simple peasant.

Winifred followed his gaze about the room, it was easier than trying to smolder the glare she aimed at him for his little trick. He certainly had the taste of a Lord. Everything in his room sang of wealth and power. Except for that fact that you barely have power over your own mind… She smirked at the thought. The poor man was broken, living in his own kingdom of ruin mind. She pitied him, her gaze drifting to a cart near the door. There were his medicines.

Marcus’s gaze flicked briefly over her form, assesing her quickly. Very proper, judging by her stance, stubborn and not easily swayed. He could tell she was intelligent, it was going to take a lot more than a trick with a dagger to scare her away. Goddammit. He caught her smirk, and his eyes narrowed. “Out with it. Now.”