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Geun Sae
I would crawl belly deep through hell
Adil Khan
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justaplainweeb-
Life cannot wait for you. Get on or fall off
full name: Delilah Danksworth
nickname: DD, Lila
age: 29
date of birth: 1965
gender:Female
sexuality:pansexual
race/ethnicity:African American
occupation:Waitress
place of birth:New York
โVISAGE
hair: Curly, short
eyes: an olive color
height:5โ5
weight:150 lbs
build:Slim thick
distinguishing features:scar on her chest
wardrobe:
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โPERSONALITY
overview: Dejah is a very down to earth, fun person to be around. She definitely is in her own world most of the time, and is very mature for her age. She is a very selfless person, and likes to be around people. Although her playful nature, and her need to be around people most of the time, she also likes her alone time and needs it to function properly or sheโll start to become moody and very irratible.
positive traits:
Kind
Selfless
Down to earth
Mature
negative traits:
On her own world
Sometimes sarcastic
Rude sometimes
Split personality (two face)
hobbies/skills: Military Tactics, shes incredibly knowledgeable in those aspects due to her father being a Military general.
fears: being alone for the rest of her life
ailments: None
โHISTORY
Dejah was born in a horrible part of New York in a stubby apartment. Her father had left her mother before Dejah was born and that resulted into a bad living space for a couple of years until she had turned 6, where her whole life had changed before her own eyes. It was her first day of kindergarten, and she was so excited to be there. Though when she waited for her mother to come pick her up, she was nowhere to be found. The poor six year old didnโt know what to do so she ended up walking home. She luckily made it back to her house and opened the door. She shouted for her mother, no answer. Immediately she went straight for her mothers room and opened the door to find the women h@nged, her mother had di3d. She was soon taken into foster care for about a week until her father came and picked her up, they traveled back to Virginia. Her life soon continued, and then the sightings appeared. The missing people soon started to get more frequent. She wondered what was going on, until she met with a group who was going through the same thing. What happens after this point is up to us!
nickname: DD, Lila
age: 29
date of birth: 1965
gender:Female
sexuality:pansexual
race/ethnicity:African American
occupation:Waitress
place of birth:New York
โVISAGE
hair: Curly, short
eyes: an olive color
height:5โ5
weight:150 lbs
build:Slim thick
distinguishing features:scar on her chest
wardrobe:
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โPERSONALITY
overview: Dejah is a very down to earth, fun person to be around. She definitely is in her own world most of the time, and is very mature for her age. She is a very selfless person, and likes to be around people. Although her playful nature, and her need to be around people most of the time, she also likes her alone time and needs it to function properly or sheโll start to become moody and very irratible.
positive traits:
Kind
Selfless
Down to earth
Mature
negative traits:
On her own world
Sometimes sarcastic
Rude sometimes
Split personality (two face)
hobbies/skills: Military Tactics, shes incredibly knowledgeable in those aspects due to her father being a Military general.
fears: being alone for the rest of her life
ailments: None
โHISTORY
Dejah was born in a horrible part of New York in a stubby apartment. Her father had left her mother before Dejah was born and that resulted into a bad living space for a couple of years until she had turned 6, where her whole life had changed before her own eyes. It was her first day of kindergarten, and she was so excited to be there. Though when she waited for her mother to come pick her up, she was nowhere to be found. The poor six year old didnโt know what to do so she ended up walking home. She luckily made it back to her house and opened the door. She shouted for her mother, no answer. Immediately she went straight for her mothers room and opened the door to find the women h@nged, her mother had di3d. She was soon taken into foster care for about a week until her father came and picked her up, they traveled back to Virginia. Her life soon continued, and then the sightings appeared. The missing people soon started to get more frequent. She wondered what was going on, until she met with a group who was going through the same thing. What happens after this point is up to us!
demonology
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Walliver
Two Thousand Club
coded by natasha.
SharkBark
Psalms 55:22
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justaplainweeb-
Life cannot wait for you. Get on or fall off
full name: DJ Danksworth
nickname: JJ
age: 26
date of birth: 1968
gender: Male
sexuality: Bisexual
race/ethnicity: African American
occupation: Bodyguard
place of birth: Virginia
โVISAGE
hair: Curly black
eyes: black
height: 6โ3
weight: 240 lbs
build: Muscular/lean
distinguishing features: none
wardrobe:
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โPERSONALITY
overview: DJ, unlike his sister, is very hotheaded and somewhat Immature to an extent. You ever heard of the phrase think before you act? DJ had apparently forgot it since he never does think before acting out. Heโll sometimes act irrationally and get aggressive, being a hothead and having a short temper. Heโs incredibly blunt and wonโt hesitate to put you in your place if you crossed him.
positive traits:
Blunt
Real
Protective
Soft spot (?)
negative traits:
Rude
Sarcastic
Hotheaded
Impulsive
hobbies/skills: weightlifting
fears:the dark
ailments: none
โHISTORY
DJ was born in Virginia, being two to three years younger than his sister, sheโs all heโs ever known. Apparently DJ was an accident, and wasnโt meant to happen. The mother didnโt want him, but his dad did so he said that once the child was born, he would take full custody over DJ.
Since his father is a Military General, heโs never really around. Leaving a nine year old Dejah to take care of her newborn little brother. Though being raised in an unstable household, DJ turned out somewhat just fine due to his sisters endless scolding. Though, he does love his sister and his sister does love him so he cannot really complain too much.
Once the disappearings soon began, and the missing cases just got larger and larger, he and his sister had the same question, what would happen to the two of them. Would they fall victims to whatever was happening, or would they figure it out, together. Like usual? The rest of his history happens with the rest of us!
Blobs
Where's The Soup Evan?
full name: Marie Lewinson
Nickname: Minx
Age: 38
date of birth: July 20, 1956
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi in denial
race/ethnicity: White
Occupation: Ex- model turned housewife turned waitress
place of birth: Bronx, New York
โVISAGE
Hair: chestnut-brown, sometimes dyes it blond
Eyes: brown
Height: 5โ7
Weight: 167
Build: Marie was an athlete in highschool, being on both the swim team and the cheerleading team. However, after her failed modeling career and becoming a housewife, the years have softened Marie out, giving her far more curves than when she was younger.
distinguishing features: hair similar to Marilyn Monroeโs, stretch marks on her waist and hips, a bump on her right knee because of an injury that never healed right, mole above her lip
Wardrobe: Knee length dresses in bright colors, nylons and wools, sophisticated ensembles
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โPERSONALITY
overview: As a child, Marie gained the nickname "minx" from her brother. The nickname couldn't have been further from Marie's personality as a child, being shy, quiet, and sweet. However, Marie grew to perfectly encapsulate this nickname, being flirty, cunning, and impudent, amongst many, many other things. Prior to landing in Virginia, Marie swallowed down her bitterness, projecting an air of cheerfulness and joviality to anyone she met. Underneath it all, she was filled with only the most sour displeasure and the hottest anger. Still though, she likes to believe that the kindness she extended was genuine. Now though, Marie seems to be...empty. An air of exhaustion hangs over her, tiredness prevailing everything she does. She's far more mellow nowadays, the youthful exuberance and glamor honed from years of modeling gone. Now though, she is willing to help whoever needs it. She thinks of it as a way to atone. She's incredibly close-lipped about her past. Think nothing of the frequent trips she takes to the Church, think nothing of the way she screams at the statue of Jesus when it's very nearly empty. She just wants to be alone and grieve, at least in the best way she can.
positive traits: charismatic, resourceful, clever, stubborn
negative traits: self-destructive, arrogant, vengeful, easily annoyed
hobbies/skills: swimming, boxing (is a bit out of practice though), most things physical, writing, can cook (hey, those years of being a housewife taught her something at least), ignoring problems until they become full blown disasters, modeling, can sew
fears: being a terrible person, claustrophobia, arachnophobia
ailments: depression, anxiety, recovering from an addiction to alcohol, frequently has nightmares about her daughter
โHISTORY (tw: toxic marriage, homophobia, sexism, suicide, neglect)
Marie โMinxโ Lewinson was born on July 20th, 1956, the hottest day of the year, in a nondescript condo to two nondescript parents in the Bronx, New York. The youngest of four, Marie was the baby of the family, doted on by her parents and siblings. Marie reveled in the attention, willing to do anything for her parentโs approval. She bounced from one activity to another, one day favoring the piano, and by the next begging her parents to let her take dance classes.
It wasnโt until Marie was 7 however, when outside in the neighborhood park, face dripping with sweat and body heaving with exertion, that she found one of her greatest loves: sports. Marie played in whatever sport she could find, whether it was tennis or soccer or basketball. For someone so hyperfeminine, this was shocking to her parents, who viewed this as an unladylike passtime and strove to acquaint Marie with a โproperโ sense of femininity. This would be the first of many clashes to come in between Marie and her parents.
Marie joined a variety of sports teams in high school, as well as the high school newspaper. It was posing for her best friend Gladyโs photos that Marie met another of her life-long loves, modeling. With both the beauty and natural charisma to do it, Marie took on modeling jobs after school, eventually catching the eye of a young talent agent by the name of Marshall Brooks. After a few gigs together, he eventually became her manager after she graduated and attempted to acclimate herself into the realm of modeling.
What was once a part time job to grab some extra cash had turned into a full blown career by the time Marie was 22, with modeling gigs popping up left, right, and center. It was during one of these gigs that she met and promptly fell in love with one Francis Powell, a young businessman. Her parents disapproved of her new beau, just as they disapproved of her recent, quote on quote, โflights of fancyโ. After a series of increasingly heated arguments that escalated to a full blown screaming match in a McDonaldโs parking lot, Marie moved in with Francis and cut them off. By this time, Marie was a few weeks shy of her 23rd birthday when she got the news- she was pregnant.
Marie, faced with a broken relationship with her parents, a new, ambitious beau, and a baby on the way, decided to take a few years from modeling to raise her kid. She married Francis at 6 months in a speed wedding in a Vegas church just by the freeway. The couple settled down in a small house in a suburb in New York. Marieโs daughter was born on March 4th, 1979. From the moment Marie saw her little daughter, she fell in love.
However, all was not well with the young couple. Almost instantaneously, the coupleโs disagreements- small in retrospect- turned into heated arguments, which then turned into screaming matches that had the neighbors calling the cops over to the house frequently. Marie entertained the notion of leaving, but quickly shot those two down due to wanting to provide her daughter with some semblance of a normal childhood as well as still loving Francis. This decision would prove to be Marieโs downfall, as the marriage only became more miserable and volatile for the two as the years dragged on. Marie oftentimes felt like a single mother, as Francis routinely left for overseas business trips. Being suddenly thrown into motherhood combined with a failing marriage would be hard for anyone, and Marie coped by drinking and paying visits to friends.
One such person was Glady, her old high school best friend who she fell out of contact with after graduation. Glady herself had a young daughter, Emma, and returned back to the city to take care of her ill mother. The two became reacquainted in a grocery store, and immediately hit it off. As her relationship with Francis began to crash and burn, she frequently spent time at Gladyโs apartment, to the point where Gladyโs daughter thought of her as a second mother. Marieโs relationship with her own daughter, Juliet, wasnโt nearly as positive, as Marie had turned into a distant, often neglectful mother, unable to connect with her daughter and partially blaming her for her failed modeling career and hasty marriage. She felt trapped and limited by her new role as the โhousewifeโ, as a mother, and had no idea how to deal with that.
Glady and Marie often went on long shopping trips together, and it was during one of these trips that something unexpected happened- Marie realized she had fallen in love with Glady. Panicking, Marie attempted to shove down her feelings for Glady, believing that it was merely just affection. She refused to jeopardize her relationship with Glady because of some confused feelings. This failed though, when Glady confessed that she loved Marie and kissed her under the big tree in the neighborhood playground one blustery January evening.
For a few brief, blissful moments, Marie imagined a world where she was away from Francis, living with her daughter, Glady, and Emma in a small wooden bungalow somewhere far, far away. Theyโd slow dance in the kitchen in the mornings, bake cakes together and laugh when things inevitably went wrong, hike in the woods and count the stars in the sky, hold hands and kiss and laugh until their bellies ached- but alas, that was not to be, as Marie screamed at Glady afterwards and promptly ended the tentative romance between them. Whatever it was that bound them together, Marie would not let it destroy whatever fragment of her life she had left.
Without Glady to keep her going and the knowledge that Francis was most certainly having an affair, Marie began to spiral. Her relationship with each member of her family grew increasingly fraught, including that with her daughter. She became both overtly critical and uninvolved all at once, criticizing her daughter on all manner of topics while spending as much time as she could away from the house that seemed to be the source of all of her problems. Years passed by like that- tense dinners, screaming matches in the kitchen, making up with tubs of ice cream in the evening until the next day when it would start all over again.
Then, on Christmas morning, she gets the call.
Her daughter jumped off a bridge.
It wasnโt a secret that Juliet had struggled with depression- at least, it wasnโt a secret to everyone but the girl's parents. Juliet hadnโt bought up her struggles with either of her parents, fearing their reactions. And the two of them were gone most of the time- really, what were they going to do about it? Would they have even cared?
Juliet was, miraculously, taken to the nearest hospital and Marie followed, spending endless sleepless nights in the ER, praying and begging the powers that be for her daughterโs life. But if anyone was listening, they must have had a wicked sense of humor, as 2 days after the jump, Juliet died. Marie was inconsolable afterwards, retreating to her room and refusing to eat, sleep, or drink, only crying for her daughter. It was this event that caused Marie and Francis, both drowning in their grief over their daughters death, as well as regretful and disgusted in their parenting, to split up, as well as prompting Marie down the path of sobriety. Relocating to the small town of Wolfhorn Creek, Virginia, Marie got a job as a waitress at a local diner and wants nothing more than to live in peace and quiet, haunted by grief and guilt. But little did she know that fate had other plans.
Nickname: Minx
Age: 38
date of birth: July 20, 1956
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi in denial
race/ethnicity: White
Occupation: Ex- model turned housewife turned waitress
place of birth: Bronx, New York
โVISAGE
Hair: chestnut-brown, sometimes dyes it blond
Eyes: brown
Height: 5โ7
Weight: 167
Build: Marie was an athlete in highschool, being on both the swim team and the cheerleading team. However, after her failed modeling career and becoming a housewife, the years have softened Marie out, giving her far more curves than when she was younger.
distinguishing features: hair similar to Marilyn Monroeโs, stretch marks on her waist and hips, a bump on her right knee because of an injury that never healed right, mole above her lip
Wardrobe: Knee length dresses in bright colors, nylons and wools, sophisticated ensembles
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โPERSONALITY
overview: As a child, Marie gained the nickname "minx" from her brother. The nickname couldn't have been further from Marie's personality as a child, being shy, quiet, and sweet. However, Marie grew to perfectly encapsulate this nickname, being flirty, cunning, and impudent, amongst many, many other things. Prior to landing in Virginia, Marie swallowed down her bitterness, projecting an air of cheerfulness and joviality to anyone she met. Underneath it all, she was filled with only the most sour displeasure and the hottest anger. Still though, she likes to believe that the kindness she extended was genuine. Now though, Marie seems to be...empty. An air of exhaustion hangs over her, tiredness prevailing everything she does. She's far more mellow nowadays, the youthful exuberance and glamor honed from years of modeling gone. Now though, she is willing to help whoever needs it. She thinks of it as a way to atone. She's incredibly close-lipped about her past. Think nothing of the frequent trips she takes to the Church, think nothing of the way she screams at the statue of Jesus when it's very nearly empty. She just wants to be alone and grieve, at least in the best way she can.
positive traits: charismatic, resourceful, clever, stubborn
negative traits: self-destructive, arrogant, vengeful, easily annoyed
hobbies/skills: swimming, boxing (is a bit out of practice though), most things physical, writing, can cook (hey, those years of being a housewife taught her something at least), ignoring problems until they become full blown disasters, modeling, can sew
fears: being a terrible person, claustrophobia, arachnophobia
ailments: depression, anxiety, recovering from an addiction to alcohol, frequently has nightmares about her daughter
โHISTORY (tw: toxic marriage, homophobia, sexism, suicide, neglect)
Marie โMinxโ Lewinson was born on July 20th, 1956, the hottest day of the year, in a nondescript condo to two nondescript parents in the Bronx, New York. The youngest of four, Marie was the baby of the family, doted on by her parents and siblings. Marie reveled in the attention, willing to do anything for her parentโs approval. She bounced from one activity to another, one day favoring the piano, and by the next begging her parents to let her take dance classes.
It wasnโt until Marie was 7 however, when outside in the neighborhood park, face dripping with sweat and body heaving with exertion, that she found one of her greatest loves: sports. Marie played in whatever sport she could find, whether it was tennis or soccer or basketball. For someone so hyperfeminine, this was shocking to her parents, who viewed this as an unladylike passtime and strove to acquaint Marie with a โproperโ sense of femininity. This would be the first of many clashes to come in between Marie and her parents.
Marie joined a variety of sports teams in high school, as well as the high school newspaper. It was posing for her best friend Gladyโs photos that Marie met another of her life-long loves, modeling. With both the beauty and natural charisma to do it, Marie took on modeling jobs after school, eventually catching the eye of a young talent agent by the name of Marshall Brooks. After a few gigs together, he eventually became her manager after she graduated and attempted to acclimate herself into the realm of modeling.
What was once a part time job to grab some extra cash had turned into a full blown career by the time Marie was 22, with modeling gigs popping up left, right, and center. It was during one of these gigs that she met and promptly fell in love with one Francis Powell, a young businessman. Her parents disapproved of her new beau, just as they disapproved of her recent, quote on quote, โflights of fancyโ. After a series of increasingly heated arguments that escalated to a full blown screaming match in a McDonaldโs parking lot, Marie moved in with Francis and cut them off. By this time, Marie was a few weeks shy of her 23rd birthday when she got the news- she was pregnant.
Marie, faced with a broken relationship with her parents, a new, ambitious beau, and a baby on the way, decided to take a few years from modeling to raise her kid. She married Francis at 6 months in a speed wedding in a Vegas church just by the freeway. The couple settled down in a small house in a suburb in New York. Marieโs daughter was born on March 4th, 1979. From the moment Marie saw her little daughter, she fell in love.
However, all was not well with the young couple. Almost instantaneously, the coupleโs disagreements- small in retrospect- turned into heated arguments, which then turned into screaming matches that had the neighbors calling the cops over to the house frequently. Marie entertained the notion of leaving, but quickly shot those two down due to wanting to provide her daughter with some semblance of a normal childhood as well as still loving Francis. This decision would prove to be Marieโs downfall, as the marriage only became more miserable and volatile for the two as the years dragged on. Marie oftentimes felt like a single mother, as Francis routinely left for overseas business trips. Being suddenly thrown into motherhood combined with a failing marriage would be hard for anyone, and Marie coped by drinking and paying visits to friends.
One such person was Glady, her old high school best friend who she fell out of contact with after graduation. Glady herself had a young daughter, Emma, and returned back to the city to take care of her ill mother. The two became reacquainted in a grocery store, and immediately hit it off. As her relationship with Francis began to crash and burn, she frequently spent time at Gladyโs apartment, to the point where Gladyโs daughter thought of her as a second mother. Marieโs relationship with her own daughter, Juliet, wasnโt nearly as positive, as Marie had turned into a distant, often neglectful mother, unable to connect with her daughter and partially blaming her for her failed modeling career and hasty marriage. She felt trapped and limited by her new role as the โhousewifeโ, as a mother, and had no idea how to deal with that.
Glady and Marie often went on long shopping trips together, and it was during one of these trips that something unexpected happened- Marie realized she had fallen in love with Glady. Panicking, Marie attempted to shove down her feelings for Glady, believing that it was merely just affection. She refused to jeopardize her relationship with Glady because of some confused feelings. This failed though, when Glady confessed that she loved Marie and kissed her under the big tree in the neighborhood playground one blustery January evening.
For a few brief, blissful moments, Marie imagined a world where she was away from Francis, living with her daughter, Glady, and Emma in a small wooden bungalow somewhere far, far away. Theyโd slow dance in the kitchen in the mornings, bake cakes together and laugh when things inevitably went wrong, hike in the woods and count the stars in the sky, hold hands and kiss and laugh until their bellies ached- but alas, that was not to be, as Marie screamed at Glady afterwards and promptly ended the tentative romance between them. Whatever it was that bound them together, Marie would not let it destroy whatever fragment of her life she had left.
Without Glady to keep her going and the knowledge that Francis was most certainly having an affair, Marie began to spiral. Her relationship with each member of her family grew increasingly fraught, including that with her daughter. She became both overtly critical and uninvolved all at once, criticizing her daughter on all manner of topics while spending as much time as she could away from the house that seemed to be the source of all of her problems. Years passed by like that- tense dinners, screaming matches in the kitchen, making up with tubs of ice cream in the evening until the next day when it would start all over again.
Then, on Christmas morning, she gets the call.
Her daughter jumped off a bridge.
It wasnโt a secret that Juliet had struggled with depression- at least, it wasnโt a secret to everyone but the girl's parents. Juliet hadnโt bought up her struggles with either of her parents, fearing their reactions. And the two of them were gone most of the time- really, what were they going to do about it? Would they have even cared?
Juliet was, miraculously, taken to the nearest hospital and Marie followed, spending endless sleepless nights in the ER, praying and begging the powers that be for her daughterโs life. But if anyone was listening, they must have had a wicked sense of humor, as 2 days after the jump, Juliet died. Marie was inconsolable afterwards, retreating to her room and refusing to eat, sleep, or drink, only crying for her daughter. It was this event that caused Marie and Francis, both drowning in their grief over their daughters death, as well as regretful and disgusted in their parenting, to split up, as well as prompting Marie down the path of sobriety. Relocating to the small town of Wolfhorn Creek, Virginia, Marie got a job as a waitress at a local diner and wants nothing more than to live in peace and quiet, haunted by grief and guilt. But little did she know that fate had other plans.
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lambslain
sleepy.
the wanderer.
MAPLE.
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buttnugget
pure of heart and dumb of ass
basics
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background
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โกdesign by natasha., coded by uxieโก
โBASICS
full name: Robin Ava Fuentes
nickname: Rockin' Robin
age: 25
date of birth: September 23, 1969
gender: Cis woman
sexuality: Lesbian (closeted)
race/ethnicity: Afro-Latina
occupation: Late night radio host
place of birth: New Mexico, USA
โVISAGE
height: 5'4"
weight: 122lbs
hair: black
eyes: dark brown
hair style: Robin prefers to keep her hair quite short, showing off her thick, natural curls with a long pixie cut.
build: Her body could be described as "average": slightly built with a short torso and long legs on a medium frame. Her shoulders and bust are smaller than her hips, giving her a pear shape.
distinguishing features: The freckles spattered across her face and shoulders.
wardrobe: Casual meets comfortable. Robin has a fondness for plaid overshirts, acid washed denim, and high top Reeboks. A typical outfit might be a cropped, multicolor striped turtleneck under light blue denim overalls with one strap left to hang down and the legs rolled up above her ankles. She loves to layer necklaces and doesn't own a single pair of plain socks.
faceclaim: aiyana lewis
โPERSONALITY
overview: Robin is the embodiment of cool girl vibes. She approaches life with a level head and stays cool under pressure. If you've ever been to the same party or waited in line together at the grocery store, there's a good chance she took the opportunity to strike up conversation and make a new acquaintance as she's quite the chatty Cathy. With boundless confidence and genuine interest in the well being of others, she tries to leave everyone she meets better than she found them - which sometimes backfires, leaving people to perceive her as disingenuous despite her best intentions.
positive traits:
Charismatic-- Often described as charming, Robin has never had a problem making friends. She always has something thoughtful to say after lending her listening ear. Friendly and outgoing but considerate just the same. There's an energy to her that draws people in and makes them feel at ease.
Rational-- Cool, calm, and collected; Robin is hard to faze and doesn't let her emotions get in the way of coming up with logical solutions. She's well grounded and sensible even in the most stressful of situations.
Flexible-- Always ready to go with the flow or play it by ear (when it makes sense to do so). She's happy to accomodate the needs of others as best she can and doesn't get upset if plans suddenly change.
Compassionate-- Robin values helping others without the expectation of reciprocity. She's known to lend a hand or a shoulder to someone else in need even if they're complete strangers. She tends to see the good in people and often tries to sympathize with the positive intent behind people's behaviors, despite the outcome.
negative traits:
Indecisive-- The crux to wishing the best for those around her, Robin is sometimes immobilized when faced with decision making for fear of making the wrong choice. She has a tendency to overthink and when presented with option A or B, she'll probably come up with options C, D, and E along the way - and none of them seem like the best choice when she really weighs them all out. She only makes her way through when sound boarding with someone else. If left to make a choice on her own, it may never get made.
Flaky-- If you need a promise kept or a favor to be done in the future, she's not the one to ask. Despite her best intentions she has terrible follow through and often commits to things for others only to quickly forget when faced with something else happening in the now. Unless it can be done right in the moment or you make it your business to hold her accountable, she'll probably forget that she promised you anything at all.
Non-confrontational-- Robin absolutely cannot stand conflict and will do anything she possibly can to avoid it. This can lead to her taking the blame for someone else's mistakes, being dishonest for the sake of saving face, and backing out of arguments even when the other person is clearly in the wrong. Combined with her aforementioned flakiness, she might even invent a reason to leave a tense situation and come back to you days later like nothing ever happened.
Gossiper-- The gift of the gab is a double edged sword. If something juicy goes down, not only does Robin want to know about it but she'll also tell anyone else who seems remotely interested. She's been in hot water with her friends and family for sharing things that weren't meant to be shared. She'll probably spill someone else's secrets hoping that you'll spill yours too. But the drama in your life makes a great conversation piece for someone else, so can you really blame a girl?
hobbies/skills: yoga, baking, handywork, audio mixing
fears: heights, birds, tight spaces
ailments: asthma
โHISTORY
Childhood:
"For this child I prayed; and the LORD hath given me my petition which I asked of him." - 1 Samuel 1:27
Winnie and Santiago Fuentes had been happily married for 10 years with three healthy boys to show for it, but Winnie had longed for a baby girl since she was just a girl herself. She feared she would never have the darling daughter she ached for after her third son was born. The couple agreed to try just one more time and if they had another son, it meant God had other plans for their family.
On a breezy September night in Las Cruces, New Mexico; Winnie's prayers were answered: God had finally blessed them with their only daughter, Robin Ava.
For the most part, Robin had an easy childhood. She grew up in a household where music was always playing: whether her parents put on their records, singing during the Sacred Liturgy in church, or her brothers practicing songs together on their respective instruments. Unfortunately, Robin missed out on the musical talent gene. Her hand-eye coordination (or lack thereof) made learning an instrument difficult, and while she loved to sing her pitch was never quite there. To help her feel included her father suggested that she announce her brother's home performances and play the host of their "shows." Robin took on this responsibility with her whole self, and her true gifts began to blossom.
Of course, it wasn't all smooth sailing. At just 7 years old, their neighbor Mrs. Gonzalez caught Robin kissing her daughter, Ana, hiding behind the shed in her backyard. Prior to that moment, neither of the girls thought they were doing anything wrong. This incident ended in a tense lecture from her parents about God's intentions for men and women and how when girls kiss girls, or boys kiss boys, this is a terrible sin that makes God very angry with you. But Robin already knew that she didn't want to kiss boys. She came to the sad conclusion that she had been made wrong somehow, and she would dedicate many years of her life trying to correct this.
Adolescence:
"Be not wise in your own eyes; fear the Lord, and turn away from evil." - Proverbs 3:7
As she headed into her teen years, Robin tried to fall deeper into her faith and please God. She went to Catholic school, spent summers away at Catholic camps with her peers, and pored over her Bible trying to absorb every word. She spent much of her free time volunteering with her parish to help her community by way of feeding the needy and assisting seniors with household tasks, believing wholeheartedly that her goodness would get her closer to Godliness. At one point she even considered becoming a nun as not only would she be closer to God but she also wouldn't have to marry a man.
Despite her most earnest efforts, she always had more questions than the bishop had answers. There were things in the Bible that just didn't make sense. For a book written by an infallible God, there sure were a lot of contradictions.
The first major blow to her faith came at 15 when her father was killed in a car accident on his way home from work. Her father was the provider for the home and the most devout man she'd ever known. Even the bishop had whispers of controversy through the parish, but not her father. He was a pillar of the community and of their family - and he was gone in the blink of an eye.
After his passing, her mother made the difficult decision to sell their house and relocate their family all the way across the country to Washington, DC to move in with her sister and ease the pain of the sudden loss of her husband. Aunt Gertrude was a stern, no-nonsense woman but knew just how to provide comfort to her grieving sister and her niece and nephews.
The move from their small Catholic community to a major city was a big adjustment for Robin, as well as transitioning from Catholic school to public school. She was getting her first dose of life in the real world and it didn't seem nearly as bad as her church had made it out to be. She made friends from all walks of life with many different beliefs but they were all good people just the same. More and more holes were poked through the veil of her faith watching her close friends grapple with the AIDS epidemic and listening to President Reagan use religion as a weapon against the people who needed help from God the most.
By the time she was a freshman in college, attending Mass with her family and receiving the Eucharist were just traditions she upheld to keep her mother happy. She wasn't sure what all she believed in anymore, but Catholicism and Christianity just didn't make sense.
Present:
"But I will warn you whom to fear: fear him who, after he has killed, has authority to cast into hell. Yes, I tell you, fear him!" - Luke 12:5
Robin graduated college with two major achievements: a BA in broadcasting, and a friendship with the most amazing person she had ever met. Crystal was everything Robin had been warned about growing up: pagan, transgender, stoner, and sex-positive just to name a few of her major sins. But Robin had never felt so understood by a person in her life before Crystal. Crystal was the first friend Robin had ever confessed her struggle with same-sex attraction to, and Crystal was the first person to ask her if a life built on a lie was really what would make her happy.
After graduation, Crystal was moving back to her hometown and Robin was staying in D.C. Tearful goodbyes and phone numbers were exchanged, and promises to visit each other were made. While their relationship was never more than platonic, both women truly felt like they had met their soulmate and separation was difficult.
A few months after Crystal returned home, their daily phone calls were getting shorter and shorter. Crystal had gone from her usual upbeat self to someone paranoid, whispering about the people in her town disappearing and fearing that someone - or something - was watching her. Robin grew increasingly concerned as her friend seemed to be spiraling into a dark place and their phone calls grew less and less frequent. Eventually, Robin couldn't reach her at all.
The drive to Wolfhorn Creek was a smooth one. Once she passed the welcome sign and over the threshold of the town, she was filled with an immediate sense of dread. The place was practically a ghost town. Crystal had said that people were disappearing, but Robin thought it didn't look like there were ever very many people to begin with.
Pulling up to Crystal's apartment building, she stepped out of her car and she could tell right away that something was not quite right around here. After the knocks on Crystal's door yielded no results, she started knocking on neighbors' doors to ask if they had seen her friend. On the rare chance that someone would open their door to her, she was met with either pity or indifference. They would mention that a lot of people had been leaving the town lately and suggest that Crystal may have up and left like the rest of them.
After an unfruitful day of question and answer, Robin checked herself into the seedy little town motel for the night, ready to rest up for another day of searching. But rest would not come easy.
This was when the nightmares began.
She woke with a scream at 3 a.m. covered in a cold sweat. The horror from that dream lingered with her long after she was awake. In the hopes of relaxing her mind, she looked to the radio for music only to be met with the sound of static. Anything would have been better than lying awake in the darkness alone with the memories of her nightmare.
When she finally drifted back off to sleep, the vision came back with a vengeance. This would be her experience the next two nights she spent in the motel. During her searches in the daytime, some of the townsfolk would whisper to her under their breath about the monsters in the woods - a nonsensical story if Robin had ever heard one.
Finding herself severely sleep-deprived and no closer to figuring out what happened to Crystal, Robin drove back home to D.C. to clear her mind and see if her family had heard anything while she was away to find that nothing had changed. Her family had prayed hard but there were no calls from her best friend waiting. At least she had a good night's sleep to look forward to - until she realized leaving Wolfhorn Creek hadn't stopped the nightmares.
It was at this moment that Robin realized two things:
First, something unspeakable had happened to Crystal.
Second, there was something very wrong with Wolfhorn Creek.
After a few days of deliberation and more sleepless nights, Robin decided she was going to get to the bottom of whatever was happening to Crystal and the rest of the people in that sleepy town. Packing up her clothes, her pitbull, and her dance mixes, she sped back to Wolfhorn Creek with a plan. Late night radio shows offered a lot of flexibility in terms of content and it was something Robin knew for sure the town was sorely missing.
For the past 4 months, she has hosted The Witching Hour of Wolfhorn Creek and collected stories from the residents about the strange and unexplainable happenings that have been plaguing them. Desperate for any sort of clues to put together, she takes call after call and people gladly divulge the unusual things they've seen and heard. Every now and then she gets another call about the monsters she was warned about during her first visit, but having never seen one herself, she chalks these tales up to collective delusions of a small town grasping for answers.
After hearing about a group of people intent on putting an end to the plague of beasts, she notices a change in the air. Something big is about to go down. All she has to do now is figure out how to be a part of it.
full name: Robin Ava Fuentes
nickname: Rockin' Robin
age: 25
date of birth: September 23, 1969
gender: Cis woman
sexuality: Lesbian (closeted)
race/ethnicity: Afro-Latina
occupation: Late night radio host
place of birth: New Mexico, USA
โVISAGE
height: 5'4"
weight: 122lbs
hair: black
eyes: dark brown
hair style: Robin prefers to keep her hair quite short, showing off her thick, natural curls with a long pixie cut.
build: Her body could be described as "average": slightly built with a short torso and long legs on a medium frame. Her shoulders and bust are smaller than her hips, giving her a pear shape.
distinguishing features: The freckles spattered across her face and shoulders.
wardrobe: Casual meets comfortable. Robin has a fondness for plaid overshirts, acid washed denim, and high top Reeboks. A typical outfit might be a cropped, multicolor striped turtleneck under light blue denim overalls with one strap left to hang down and the legs rolled up above her ankles. She loves to layer necklaces and doesn't own a single pair of plain socks.
faceclaim: aiyana lewis
โPERSONALITY
overview: Robin is the embodiment of cool girl vibes. She approaches life with a level head and stays cool under pressure. If you've ever been to the same party or waited in line together at the grocery store, there's a good chance she took the opportunity to strike up conversation and make a new acquaintance as she's quite the chatty Cathy. With boundless confidence and genuine interest in the well being of others, she tries to leave everyone she meets better than she found them - which sometimes backfires, leaving people to perceive her as disingenuous despite her best intentions.
positive traits:
Charismatic-- Often described as charming, Robin has never had a problem making friends. She always has something thoughtful to say after lending her listening ear. Friendly and outgoing but considerate just the same. There's an energy to her that draws people in and makes them feel at ease.
Rational-- Cool, calm, and collected; Robin is hard to faze and doesn't let her emotions get in the way of coming up with logical solutions. She's well grounded and sensible even in the most stressful of situations.
Flexible-- Always ready to go with the flow or play it by ear (when it makes sense to do so). She's happy to accomodate the needs of others as best she can and doesn't get upset if plans suddenly change.
Compassionate-- Robin values helping others without the expectation of reciprocity. She's known to lend a hand or a shoulder to someone else in need even if they're complete strangers. She tends to see the good in people and often tries to sympathize with the positive intent behind people's behaviors, despite the outcome.
negative traits:
Indecisive-- The crux to wishing the best for those around her, Robin is sometimes immobilized when faced with decision making for fear of making the wrong choice. She has a tendency to overthink and when presented with option A or B, she'll probably come up with options C, D, and E along the way - and none of them seem like the best choice when she really weighs them all out. She only makes her way through when sound boarding with someone else. If left to make a choice on her own, it may never get made.
Flaky-- If you need a promise kept or a favor to be done in the future, she's not the one to ask. Despite her best intentions she has terrible follow through and often commits to things for others only to quickly forget when faced with something else happening in the now. Unless it can be done right in the moment or you make it your business to hold her accountable, she'll probably forget that she promised you anything at all.
Non-confrontational-- Robin absolutely cannot stand conflict and will do anything she possibly can to avoid it. This can lead to her taking the blame for someone else's mistakes, being dishonest for the sake of saving face, and backing out of arguments even when the other person is clearly in the wrong. Combined with her aforementioned flakiness, she might even invent a reason to leave a tense situation and come back to you days later like nothing ever happened.
Gossiper-- The gift of the gab is a double edged sword. If something juicy goes down, not only does Robin want to know about it but she'll also tell anyone else who seems remotely interested. She's been in hot water with her friends and family for sharing things that weren't meant to be shared. She'll probably spill someone else's secrets hoping that you'll spill yours too. But the drama in your life makes a great conversation piece for someone else, so can you really blame a girl?
hobbies/skills: yoga, baking, handywork, audio mixing
fears: heights, birds, tight spaces
ailments: asthma
โHISTORY
Childhood:
"For this child I prayed; and the LORD hath given me my petition which I asked of him." - 1 Samuel 1:27
Winnie and Santiago Fuentes had been happily married for 10 years with three healthy boys to show for it, but Winnie had longed for a baby girl since she was just a girl herself. She feared she would never have the darling daughter she ached for after her third son was born. The couple agreed to try just one more time and if they had another son, it meant God had other plans for their family.
On a breezy September night in Las Cruces, New Mexico; Winnie's prayers were answered: God had finally blessed them with their only daughter, Robin Ava.
For the most part, Robin had an easy childhood. She grew up in a household where music was always playing: whether her parents put on their records, singing during the Sacred Liturgy in church, or her brothers practicing songs together on their respective instruments. Unfortunately, Robin missed out on the musical talent gene. Her hand-eye coordination (or lack thereof) made learning an instrument difficult, and while she loved to sing her pitch was never quite there. To help her feel included her father suggested that she announce her brother's home performances and play the host of their "shows." Robin took on this responsibility with her whole self, and her true gifts began to blossom.
Of course, it wasn't all smooth sailing. At just 7 years old, their neighbor Mrs. Gonzalez caught Robin kissing her daughter, Ana, hiding behind the shed in her backyard. Prior to that moment, neither of the girls thought they were doing anything wrong. This incident ended in a tense lecture from her parents about God's intentions for men and women and how when girls kiss girls, or boys kiss boys, this is a terrible sin that makes God very angry with you. But Robin already knew that she didn't want to kiss boys. She came to the sad conclusion that she had been made wrong somehow, and she would dedicate many years of her life trying to correct this.
Adolescence:
"Be not wise in your own eyes; fear the Lord, and turn away from evil." - Proverbs 3:7
As she headed into her teen years, Robin tried to fall deeper into her faith and please God. She went to Catholic school, spent summers away at Catholic camps with her peers, and pored over her Bible trying to absorb every word. She spent much of her free time volunteering with her parish to help her community by way of feeding the needy and assisting seniors with household tasks, believing wholeheartedly that her goodness would get her closer to Godliness. At one point she even considered becoming a nun as not only would she be closer to God but she also wouldn't have to marry a man.
Despite her most earnest efforts, she always had more questions than the bishop had answers. There were things in the Bible that just didn't make sense. For a book written by an infallible God, there sure were a lot of contradictions.
The first major blow to her faith came at 15 when her father was killed in a car accident on his way home from work. Her father was the provider for the home and the most devout man she'd ever known. Even the bishop had whispers of controversy through the parish, but not her father. He was a pillar of the community and of their family - and he was gone in the blink of an eye.
After his passing, her mother made the difficult decision to sell their house and relocate their family all the way across the country to Washington, DC to move in with her sister and ease the pain of the sudden loss of her husband. Aunt Gertrude was a stern, no-nonsense woman but knew just how to provide comfort to her grieving sister and her niece and nephews.
The move from their small Catholic community to a major city was a big adjustment for Robin, as well as transitioning from Catholic school to public school. She was getting her first dose of life in the real world and it didn't seem nearly as bad as her church had made it out to be. She made friends from all walks of life with many different beliefs but they were all good people just the same. More and more holes were poked through the veil of her faith watching her close friends grapple with the AIDS epidemic and listening to President Reagan use religion as a weapon against the people who needed help from God the most.
By the time she was a freshman in college, attending Mass with her family and receiving the Eucharist were just traditions she upheld to keep her mother happy. She wasn't sure what all she believed in anymore, but Catholicism and Christianity just didn't make sense.
Present:
"But I will warn you whom to fear: fear him who, after he has killed, has authority to cast into hell. Yes, I tell you, fear him!" - Luke 12:5
Robin graduated college with two major achievements: a BA in broadcasting, and a friendship with the most amazing person she had ever met. Crystal was everything Robin had been warned about growing up: pagan, transgender, stoner, and sex-positive just to name a few of her major sins. But Robin had never felt so understood by a person in her life before Crystal. Crystal was the first friend Robin had ever confessed her struggle with same-sex attraction to, and Crystal was the first person to ask her if a life built on a lie was really what would make her happy.
After graduation, Crystal was moving back to her hometown and Robin was staying in D.C. Tearful goodbyes and phone numbers were exchanged, and promises to visit each other were made. While their relationship was never more than platonic, both women truly felt like they had met their soulmate and separation was difficult.
A few months after Crystal returned home, their daily phone calls were getting shorter and shorter. Crystal had gone from her usual upbeat self to someone paranoid, whispering about the people in her town disappearing and fearing that someone - or something - was watching her. Robin grew increasingly concerned as her friend seemed to be spiraling into a dark place and their phone calls grew less and less frequent. Eventually, Robin couldn't reach her at all.
The drive to Wolfhorn Creek was a smooth one. Once she passed the welcome sign and over the threshold of the town, she was filled with an immediate sense of dread. The place was practically a ghost town. Crystal had said that people were disappearing, but Robin thought it didn't look like there were ever very many people to begin with.
Pulling up to Crystal's apartment building, she stepped out of her car and she could tell right away that something was not quite right around here. After the knocks on Crystal's door yielded no results, she started knocking on neighbors' doors to ask if they had seen her friend. On the rare chance that someone would open their door to her, she was met with either pity or indifference. They would mention that a lot of people had been leaving the town lately and suggest that Crystal may have up and left like the rest of them.
After an unfruitful day of question and answer, Robin checked herself into the seedy little town motel for the night, ready to rest up for another day of searching. But rest would not come easy.
This was when the nightmares began.
Bones cracking. The smell of blood. Terrified screams that rang so loud it hurt her ears even in her sleep. A dark, shapeless mound dragging Crystal away into the cover of the woods.
"ROBIN!!!!!!!!!!!"
"ROBIN!!!!!!!!!!!"
She woke with a scream at 3 a.m. covered in a cold sweat. The horror from that dream lingered with her long after she was awake. In the hopes of relaxing her mind, she looked to the radio for music only to be met with the sound of static. Anything would have been better than lying awake in the darkness alone with the memories of her nightmare.
When she finally drifted back off to sleep, the vision came back with a vengeance. This would be her experience the next two nights she spent in the motel. During her searches in the daytime, some of the townsfolk would whisper to her under their breath about the monsters in the woods - a nonsensical story if Robin had ever heard one.
Finding herself severely sleep-deprived and no closer to figuring out what happened to Crystal, Robin drove back home to D.C. to clear her mind and see if her family had heard anything while she was away to find that nothing had changed. Her family had prayed hard but there were no calls from her best friend waiting. At least she had a good night's sleep to look forward to - until she realized leaving Wolfhorn Creek hadn't stopped the nightmares.
It was at this moment that Robin realized two things:
First, something unspeakable had happened to Crystal.
Second, there was something very wrong with Wolfhorn Creek.
After a few days of deliberation and more sleepless nights, Robin decided she was going to get to the bottom of whatever was happening to Crystal and the rest of the people in that sleepy town. Packing up her clothes, her pitbull, and her dance mixes, she sped back to Wolfhorn Creek with a plan. Late night radio shows offered a lot of flexibility in terms of content and it was something Robin knew for sure the town was sorely missing.
For the past 4 months, she has hosted The Witching Hour of Wolfhorn Creek and collected stories from the residents about the strange and unexplainable happenings that have been plaguing them. Desperate for any sort of clues to put together, she takes call after call and people gladly divulge the unusual things they've seen and heard. Every now and then she gets another call about the monsters she was warned about during her first visit, but having never seen one herself, she chalks these tales up to collective delusions of a small town grasping for answers.
After hearing about a group of people intent on putting an end to the plague of beasts, she notices a change in the air. Something big is about to go down. All she has to do now is figure out how to be a part of it.
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๐ด ๐บ๐๐ท ๐๐๐๐ ๐น๐ธ๐ธ๐ท.
full name: Lorelei McCain
nickname: Lore, McCain
age: 25
gender: cis female
sexuality: bisexual
race/ethnicity: Asian & White
occupation: bouncer for the local bar
place of birth: unknown (on the road)
โVISAGE
hair: black
eyes: black
height: 5โ5
weight: 120 lbs
build: fit
distinguishing features: scar on throat -- white from age.
wardrobe: thrift shop grunge -- leather jacket and worn boots.
faceclaim: Pia Kristine Cruz
โPERSONALITY
overview: โCuriosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back,โ is a saying that fits Lorelei like a glove. Sheโs a person fueled by questions. If she doesnโt know the answer, you bet your ass sheโs going to figure it out one way or another, even if itโs particularly dangerous. Especially if itโs dangerous. Sheโs reckless and that plays into her constant mettling.
positive traits:
curious
loyal
clever
resourceful
negative traits:
elusive
violent (greatest flaw)
unpredictable
overprotective
hobbies/skills: her parents used to be bounty hunters! safe to say she got some knowledge from them, as gross as they are now. she loves to run and snatch things when people arent looking.
lockpicking, theft, hotwiring small cars, and dancing!
fears: dorian getting snatched. nothing touches her brother.
ailments: None
โHISTORY
tw: child abuse, alcoholism / drinking
Lorelei grew up rough. Her parents were bounty hunters -- lawless people with too much interest in the bottom of the bottle. They still had a duty, though, and taught a tortured Lorelei everything they knew:
Holding a gun, and firing one too, and how to evade the law. Everyone knows bounty hunters like to beat them at their own game. Lorelei does this well.
Growing up going from bounty to bounty was rough though, and damn near illegal. (Her spelling is pretty shotty, but her math is pretty good.) So when the money from the last bounty was spent on liquor and smokes, Lorelei and her family took to abandoned summer homes for antiques and expensive clothing to sell (after playing around, of course.)
Things slowed down once Dorian was born. A perfect little dude with dark hair and grey eyes. The moment Lorelei held him was the day she lost it a little. Torn between wanting to never do it again and wanting to hold him forever. His eyes were perfect and so was his stupid little face.
Lorelei knew then she had some little fuck to protect from her father's boisterous drunken self and from the clutches of her too-eager mother. She would find some way to ruin him, one way or another.
Now Lorelei spends her time making money to get an appartment for her and Dorian, who is now 10 years old and an aspiring artist. But just recently, the horrors of the town they settled into that Lorelei swore didn't scare her gave her a start. She woke to a shadowy monster looming above her and Dorian in their shared bed.
Now, Lorelei is out for blood.
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Xenagg
Queen of Noms
Full name: Clara DaโSilva
Nickname: Clarita
Age: 24
date of birth: May 27th, 1969
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
race/ethnicity: Brazilian
Occupation: Anthropologist (cultural research + archaeologist)
place of birth: Sรฃo Paulo, Brazil (moved to Newark, New Jersey at the age of 14)
โVISAGE
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5โ7
Weight: 145 lbs
Build: pear shaped with wide hips, toned body
distinguishing features: blue eyes against dark features
Wardrobe: There is duality in Claras wardrobe. In one aspect, she is quite professional. She adores turtle necks and oversized blazers and wide leg trousers for when she represents her โbrandโ as a researcher. However, the other side of Clara is quite colorful and scarce with fabric. In brazil, it is common for people of all ages to wear short shorts, crop tops or bikini tops, short dresses and more (or less really). When Clara wants to go out for a good time and even her daily outfits, you can expect them to be quite revealing or tight fitting and significantly colorful and full of patterns!
faceclaim:
โPERSONALITY
overview: (can be short or lengthy) Curiosity is the essence that strings Clara along in her life. Constantly asking questions, she doesnโt mean to come across as an interrogator, her goal is to always understand people even more than the last time she saw them. Expect Clara to be bubbly and even loud, she is an extrovert with a deep love for life. Clara wants to make sure she can uplift those around her and has a toxic mentality that she can always provide for what others are lacking. Even though Clara adores friendships and being around others, she is incredibly independent and does not rely on others to make her happy. Clara is also very susceptible to emotional outbursts that stem from past trauma but can be quite excessive and scary to those facing her wrath.
positive traits: -Optimistic -Inquiring -Empathetic -Independent
negative traits: -Assertive - Giving (too much) -Nosey - Naively Trusting Trustinghobbies/skills: Clara enjoys fictional novels of all kinds, but has a soft spot for romance books. When she has spare time, she volunteers in schools to support bilingual education. She also loves researching and has joined many clubs momentarily to meet new people. Some of these hobbies include Rugby, Jiu Jitsu, Writing and cooking classes
Fears: Not being heard, stuck in a small room while in the dark, heights
Ailments: PTSD, Drug and Alcohol Abuse, relies too heavily on substances for emotional and mental relief
โHISTORY
Clara grew up in the favelas of Sรฃo Paulo, Brazil. Her mom was the only one to raise her and her two younger sisters as they survived off the streets in quite a harsh manner. Many people couldnโt make it out alive of these favelas, and if you come out - you come out scarred. Claras mother had to hustle on the streets in the most accessible way she could provide, which was to give herself away. Clarita and her sisters grew up exposed to all kinds of harsh conditions but it was very normal to her but it was not what Clara wanted for herself. When she would pickpocket tourists in the flashy areas around, Clara kept a close eye on all the students that had the privilege to receive a proper education. As she worked the streets, she used them to her benefit to get to learn about people from all walks of life, learning English, Spanish, and even some French in her younger years by talking to strangers. It was her escape before she had to come back home and face her reality.
Clara since the age of 8 had been taught to drink liquor and take other substances as she was told it was the best way to appreciate the life she was living. And oh boy, did she get dependent on it to survive life. It became a nightly routine to get high and pass by time until she could work again. But at the age of 13, Claraโs mothers โclientsโ had decided they wanted something young something fresh, placing her mother in the hospital and Clara to unable to do anything else but protect her sisters and comply. By the time Claras mother got out of the hospital, it was apparent that she held fear and regret in her heart for her daughter. After the incident, on Claras 14th birthday, she was sent to Newark, New Jersey to experience a new lifestyle and get a far better life than she could have back home . . . where her sisters and mother were left unprotected . . .
Clara made it her goal to become successful, working multiple part time jobs while taking her public school education seriously. Devoting herself to her studies, Clara was able to earn a full ride to Princeton on the Anthropology track as she wanted to learn about the different cultures around the world and solve societal issues with her research. If Clara could be successful at this, she could go back to her home and work with her community to make sure no child or family would have to face what she did growing up.
Nickname: Clarita
Age: 24
date of birth: May 27th, 1969
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
race/ethnicity: Brazilian
Occupation: Anthropologist (cultural research + archaeologist)
place of birth: Sรฃo Paulo, Brazil (moved to Newark, New Jersey at the age of 14)
โVISAGE
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5โ7
Weight: 145 lbs
Build: pear shaped with wide hips, toned body
distinguishing features: blue eyes against dark features
Wardrobe: There is duality in Claras wardrobe. In one aspect, she is quite professional. She adores turtle necks and oversized blazers and wide leg trousers for when she represents her โbrandโ as a researcher. However, the other side of Clara is quite colorful and scarce with fabric. In brazil, it is common for people of all ages to wear short shorts, crop tops or bikini tops, short dresses and more (or less really). When Clara wants to go out for a good time and even her daily outfits, you can expect them to be quite revealing or tight fitting and significantly colorful and full of patterns!
faceclaim:
โPERSONALITY
overview: (can be short or lengthy) Curiosity is the essence that strings Clara along in her life. Constantly asking questions, she doesnโt mean to come across as an interrogator, her goal is to always understand people even more than the last time she saw them. Expect Clara to be bubbly and even loud, she is an extrovert with a deep love for life. Clara wants to make sure she can uplift those around her and has a toxic mentality that she can always provide for what others are lacking. Even though Clara adores friendships and being around others, she is incredibly independent and does not rely on others to make her happy. Clara is also very susceptible to emotional outbursts that stem from past trauma but can be quite excessive and scary to those facing her wrath.
positive traits: -Optimistic -Inquiring -Empathetic -Independent
negative traits: -Assertive - Giving (too much) -Nosey - Naively Trusting Trustinghobbies/skills: Clara enjoys fictional novels of all kinds, but has a soft spot for romance books. When she has spare time, she volunteers in schools to support bilingual education. She also loves researching and has joined many clubs momentarily to meet new people. Some of these hobbies include Rugby, Jiu Jitsu, Writing and cooking classes
Fears: Not being heard, stuck in a small room while in the dark, heights
Ailments: PTSD, Drug and Alcohol Abuse, relies too heavily on substances for emotional and mental relief
โHISTORY
Clara grew up in the favelas of Sรฃo Paulo, Brazil. Her mom was the only one to raise her and her two younger sisters as they survived off the streets in quite a harsh manner. Many people couldnโt make it out alive of these favelas, and if you come out - you come out scarred. Claras mother had to hustle on the streets in the most accessible way she could provide, which was to give herself away. Clarita and her sisters grew up exposed to all kinds of harsh conditions but it was very normal to her but it was not what Clara wanted for herself. When she would pickpocket tourists in the flashy areas around, Clara kept a close eye on all the students that had the privilege to receive a proper education. As she worked the streets, she used them to her benefit to get to learn about people from all walks of life, learning English, Spanish, and even some French in her younger years by talking to strangers. It was her escape before she had to come back home and face her reality.
Clara since the age of 8 had been taught to drink liquor and take other substances as she was told it was the best way to appreciate the life she was living. And oh boy, did she get dependent on it to survive life. It became a nightly routine to get high and pass by time until she could work again. But at the age of 13, Claraโs mothers โclientsโ had decided they wanted something young something fresh, placing her mother in the hospital and Clara to unable to do anything else but protect her sisters and comply. By the time Claras mother got out of the hospital, it was apparent that she held fear and regret in her heart for her daughter. After the incident, on Claras 14th birthday, she was sent to Newark, New Jersey to experience a new lifestyle and get a far better life than she could have back home . . . where her sisters and mother were left unprotected . . .
Clara made it her goal to become successful, working multiple part time jobs while taking her public school education seriously. Devoting herself to her studies, Clara was able to earn a full ride to Princeton on the Anthropology track as she wanted to learn about the different cultures around the world and solve societal issues with her research. If Clara could be successful at this, she could go back to her home and work with her community to make sure no child or family would have to face what she did growing up.
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full name
Theo Devereaux
age
twenty-six
gender
cis-male
sexuality
pansexual
occupation
drug dealer
Birthday
april 1st
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Personality
Biography
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