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Application Deadline: Wednesday, May 19th, 2021 @ 3pm EST!​

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  • CHARACTER SHEETS

    Here are the requirements for information to include in the character sheets! I'd love to see some diverse character. And here's another reminder I am only looking to accept between 6-8 people with one character per person. There's no due date yet, but it'll be added/announced when I decide on that.

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    BASICS

    Name:

    Nickname(s):

    D.O.B.:

    Age: (All characters should be young adults aged 18-29).

    Gender:

    Sexuality:

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    APPEARANCE

    Height:

    Weight:

    Hair:

    Eyes:

    Skin:

    Race/ethnicity:

    Misc: (ex: defining features, piercings, tattoos, etc. This is optional.)

    Wardrobe:

    Face Claim: (This is also optional, but realistic face claims only if you choose to use one.)

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    PERSONA

    Personality: (Please write a minimum of a couple sentences. I've noticed a lot of people find this easier that vices/virtues, but if you'd prefer to do something like that or do that in addition, then go right ahead.)

    Likes:

    Dislikes:

    Fears:

    Ailments:

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    Inventory: (Please list here anything that your character might wake up with such as things in their pockets or a backpack.)

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CHARACTER SHEETS

Here are the requirements for information to include in the character sheets! I'd love to see some diverse character. And here's another reminder I am only looking to accept between 6-8 people with one character per person. There's no due date yet, but it'll be added/announced when I decide on that.

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BASICS

Name:

Nickname(s):

D.O.B.:

Age: (All characters should be young adults aged 18-29).

Gender:

Sexuality:

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APPEARANCE

Height:

Weight:

Hair:

Eyes:

Skin:

Race/ethnicity:

Misc: (ex: defining features, piercings, tattoos, etc. This is optional.)

Wardrobe:

Face Claim: (This is also optional, but realistic face claims only if you choose to use one.)

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PERSONA

Personality: (Please write a minimum of a couple sentences. I've noticed a lot of people find this easier that vices/virtues, but if you'd prefer to do something like that or do that in addition, then go right ahead.)

Likes:

Dislikes:

Fears:

Ailments:

Skills:

Inventory: (Please list here anything that your character might wake up with such as things in their pockets or a backpack.)

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HISTORY

Background:

Relationships:
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RULES

1. As always, all RPN rules apply.

2. This group will be for advanced roleplayers only. Good grammar, punctuation, and syntax are necessary. In addition, posts are expected to be 400+ words or at least a couple of paragraphs. If you cannot confidently and comfortable comply to these expectations, this roleplay probably isn't for you.

3. Discord is necessary for out of character chatting and planning. The actual roleplay will take place on RPN, but all of the out of character discussion will take place in a Discord server.

4. This roleplay is application-based and NOT first-come, first-serve. Eventually, a deadline for character sheets will be set and the accepted people will be sent the Discord server link in PMs. I am planning to accept around 6 to 8 people, each person only having one character.

5. Face claims for characters should be realistic. Drawn/anime face claims won't be accepted.

6. Once the roleplay begins, please be able to post at least once or twice a week. Real life will always take priority, but this is to keep things moving along.

7. For maturity and comfort's sake, please be 16+ when applying.



PLOT

On the floor of an unrecognizable and dilapidated barn, several strangers-- all young adults from varying backgrounds-- begin to wake. Their joints ache with a dull, throbbing pain and their heads pound with grogginess and confusion. They have no idea how long they've all been asleep, where they are, or how they got there.

Exiting the barn with the expectations of some answers, the strangers discover more questions. The overgrown grass, weeds, and the rusted red decenpickup truck would make anyone believe the plot of land had been abandoned. However, the farmhouse appears to be in decent condition and even has a fresh coat of paint.

The interior is also well-kept. Three floors high and yet, there isn't one speck of dust. The electricity, gas, and water are functioning, though cell phones don't appear to be able to receive no signal. The fridge and cabinets are filled with food that won't be expiring for a while. At least, the calendar pasted to the fridge with a magnet says so. Said calendar also says it's August. The last anyone could recall, it had been May.

Taking a trip into the forest that surrounds the farm won't do any good, there is nothing to find. The strangers will soon come to realize that no matter what they do, they always end up right where they started. At least for now that's the case.

With the few possessions that had been transported with them and their memories that run short of an explanation, the strangers have next to no connection with their previous life. All seems lost and worthless until things inexplicably begin to change. Will they work to piece the story together or allow things to spiral into chaos?

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Name: Nicholas Everett

Nickname(s): Nick, Nicky (dislikes this nickname)

D.O.B.: August 5th

Age: 23

Gender: Cis male

Sexuality: Pansexual

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Height: 5'11

Hair: Reddish brown, curly hair

Eyes: Greenish brown

Skin: Pale, freckled

Race/ethnicity: Caucasian

Misc: Nick does his best to keep himself fit. He has a small tattoo on the back of his neck with the name "Reeves," which he does not like to talk about.

Wardrobe: Nick typically wears tight t-shirts layered under flannels and/or his leather jacket. He usually wears dark colored jeans and boots or sneakers. He would wake up in a tight, light gray t-shirt layered under a red flannel and a brown leather jacket, and dark-wash jeans with brown boots. He would also have his beat-up knock-off Nike backpack.

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PERSONA

Personality: Nick's personality fluctuates based on who he is around. When he is around his only friend, Katie, he is carefree and goofy; he likes to make jokes, pull pranks, and smoke weed. Katie is also the only person he allows himself to cry around. When he is around his boss, Reeves, he is reserved and timid. He is careful with his words as to not set Reeves off. When he is around others whom he does not know well and who are not his clients, he is often quiet and keeps to himself until he gets to know them. He often gets the feeling from strangers that they want something from him and are willing to take it whether he wants them to or not. When Nick is with the clients that Reeves sets him up with, he puts on a flirty, seductive façade and is willing to change his demeanor based on their orders or body language.

Likes: Nick likes writing novels and short stories, reading (especially S.E. Hinton novels), smoking weed and cigarettes, drinking, and Twizzlers. He enjoys reading S.E. Hinton novels because he can relate to many of the characters. He doesn't acknowledge it, but he adopted his style from those characters. He uses substances as coping mechanisms, and likes the texture of Twizzlers and the fact that they can be used as straws. He also loves animals and will even approach wild animals to try to pet them. He has found himself in some precarious situations this way.

Dislikes: Nick hates being called "Nicky," being degraded or underestimated by others, and foods with "weird" textures. His mother used to call him Nicky, which he didn't mind at the time, but then Reeves adopted the nickname for him to degrade him. He dislikes being humiliated by his boss and clients, though he acknowledges it as part of the job. He dislikes foods with "weird" textures because he has been wronged one too many times by foods on the streets.

Fears: Nick has a fear of spiders, though he tries to hide it. This likely stems from times when his mother would leave him locked in the basement as a child so he wouldn't "get into trouble." Nick is also afraid of guns because he has been threatened with them more than once, though he knows a lot about them and is fairly good with them.

Ailments: Nick definitely has a nicotine addiction and often numbs his feelings with weed and alcohol. He also has a major inferiority complex, which stems from his mother's neglect and Reeves' treatment of him.

Skills: Nick is good at flirting when he needs to be, and he has never had a client turn him down or review him badly. He is also a talented writer, although he does not believe this and rarely shares his writing with others. He is also talented with guns, and has excellent marksmanship skills.

Inventory:
Pockets: Pack of cigarettes, one hundred dollars, cellphone.
Backpack: Change of clothes, box of condoms, notebook, two S.E. Hinton novels (That Was Then, This is Now and Rumblefish), pocket knife, Twizzlers, gum.

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HISTORY

Background:

Nick was born to a single mother, Kayla Everett, when she was seventeen. His mother did her best to provide for Nick, but she always had a hidden loathing toward him because she felt like he ruined her life. She would often neglect him, leaving him for several days by himself in the basement of her home with only food, water, and some second-hand books to keep him entertained. When Nick turned ten, he was placed in foster care due to allegations of his mother abusing him. The CPS workers discovered bruises on his arms and his "fort" he had made in the basement and removed him from his home. He bounced from foster home to foster home for six years, with some homes being better than others, until he decided that he could not take living in foster homes anymore. In his last home, Nick's older foster brother, the biological son of Nick's foster father, took pleasure in physically abusing him and sneaking into his room at night.

One day after Nick's sixteenth birthday, he ran away from his foster home and spent what little cash he had on a bus to the city. There, he lived on the streets, doing his best to fend for himself. He started selling marijuana, and, after some time, he began selling himself to get by when he couldn't find another way. He found that it was quite easy to get drunk men emerging alone from taxis or stumbling out of bars to give him some cash for a few minutes in an alley or on their couch.

During the winter after Nick turned eighteen, a man named Reeves found him nearly freezing to death in an alley. He offered Nick a place to stay and a job, and Nick took the offer almost immediately. He signed the contract without reading it so he could skip immediately to the hot meal he was promised, which he would later regret. Reeves provided him with hot meals, hot water, and a twin bed in a room with two other men, and Nick was grateful for all of it.

Reeves trained Nick how to defend himself, use weapons, and please others. If Nick was not bringing in enough revenue as a drug dealer, he would make Nick offer his other services to their clients. Nick became very good at luring customers in this way, and it became his primary job under Reeves. Reeves made sure that Nick knew that he could not deny any customer's wishes, unless it was going to permanently scar or kill him. Nick was grateful for housing, food, and a steady supply of weed and cigarettes, but he hated working for Reeves. The other men in the apartment would often sexualy harass him, make fun of him, and humiliate him whenever possible. He would often drink to numb himself or escape temporarily to his friend Katie's apartment.

He met Katie while living on the streets. She had also been homeless, but was able to secure a job as a waitress and afford a small studio apartment. They met while Nick was working a corner one night, and she picked a fight with him over the spot. After a night of arguing and getting no clients, they decided to get a drink together instead. While living in her apartment, she provided Nick with books, writing supplies, and companionship, which he very desperately needed. She became his shoulder to cry on, and he became her outlet for anything she needed, including sex.


Relationships: Nick had a close relationship with one of his foster sister's, Maya, but they fell out of touch when Nick moved out of the home when he was thirteen. He has one friend, Katie, who he tells everything to and who helps him through everything. He has a strained relationship with his boss, Reeves, who is often very degrading toward Nick and uses him more as a tool than as a person. He does not get along with any of his coworkers or roommates, who also treat him poorly. Nick is no longer in touch with his mother, though he remembers her fondly despite the abuse she out him through.
 
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BASICS

Name: Hēra Silin̩a

Nickname(s): N/A

D.O.B.: March 27th, 1999

Age: 22 years old

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual


APPEARANCE

Height: 5’4 ft

Weight: 110 lbs

Hair: Black

Eyes: Light Blue

Skin: Pale White

Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian (Russian)

Wardrobe: Hera’s defining characteristics are her fashion style. Certainly, they are what draw people’s attention as it is what would be considered alternative. Adept of the gothic style with a dash of femininity, she dresses primarily in black or in muted dark colors such as purples and reds. She will always be seen wearing outfits that flatter her slim figure, often with the help of belts and corsets to create a more defined silhouette.

Accessories are in no short order in her wardrobe, and she’ll make use of jackets, belts, collars, chokers, gloves, and bracelets. She can often be seen wearing fishnet long sleeves under her shirts and likes to wear knee-high boots, with straps and details.

Her black hair is worn loose most of the time, but sometimes she’ll use accessories to keep it up or just to decorate it. Small diagonal triangles are shaved above each ear, and oftentimes one or two strands will be dyed colors such as purple, red or green. She likes to wear heavy black eyeliner and eyeshadow but doesn’t usually wear any shade of lipstick, bearing her lips nude.

With all this, her appearance can be more than a bit intimidating, but the girl compensates with her personality.

Face Claim: Ksenia Solo


PERSONA

Personality: Hera had a tough and violent life and as a result, she has a sharp and witty personality. Perhaps she could’ve turned cold and bitter, a pessimist and a misanthrope, but in spite of the hardships she went through, because of them, she started using humor and people as an escape, as a means of keeping herself sane.

She is the kind of person who won’t flinch under sensitive topics and will absolutely make the most of inappropriate comments one can make. Having little sense of boundaries, she’s not affected by others’ sexual lives and can easily make jokes about them, enjoying herself with the embarrassment caused to others. However, when it comes to her own life, she is less open and more strict on what she shares. Sarcasm is also a weapon of her choice, and she doesn’t feel bad when she makes such comments.

Because of her childhood and life on the streets, she started using her appearance as a way to try to defend herself. After all, she is a slim and petite individual and can’t defend herself in a fight. Even emotionally, this fashion shield has worked to keep people at bay. However, she’s not one to back away from people or to be unfriendly; she can be seen smiling all the time and likes to talk to all sorts of people, either for chitchat, or just to lift their wallet. She wears her emotions on her sleeve and carries herself with confidence, and although she tends to conceal her more serious side, she definitely has one.

Once she befriends someone she’s as loyal as someone can be and will never hurt a friend on purpose. She abhors violence and would never lay a hand on anyone.

Even though she spent a lot of years on the street, nowadays Hera doesn’t let go of her phone and is always on some form of social media, be it on imgur looking at memes or YouTube watching videos. Her way of speaking is a typical way an internet-addicted millennial would speak, using lots of slang words, cussing a lot along with it. On the topic of communication, she’s also fluent in Russian and sometimes can be heard saying a word or two in her native language, usually with an expression that implies she’s swearing.

Likes: singing, playing the guitar, drinking vodka, watching the stars at night

Dislikes: liars, abusive people, general assholes, people who don’t have a sense of humor, cops

Fears: of being forgotten or left behind, of being unloved, of being hurt and of being worthless

Ailments: functioning alcoholic

Skills: singing, playing the guitar, street-smarts, fluent in Russian

Inventory:
Pants pocket: guitar pick, mobile phone, earphones
Jacket pocket: house keys, wallet


HISTORY

Background: Hera was born in Russia, but her family emigrated to the United States before she even turned one. Her father couldn’t get a job because he didn’t speak English, and he refused to accept “lower jobs”, as he would say, such as a dishwasher or janitor. He started drinking and it was up to her mother to sustain the family. Her mother put her in school, where she started learning English, and at home she was taught Russian.

It started when she was three. At least that’s what she remembers, and a child’s memory is nothing but reliable. But she remembers. Her mom in the corner, shaking, tears running down her purple eyes. She remembers how her mom would have split lips and bruises all over her body, and how she’d have to skip days of work so no one would see them. After a few years, her father started hitting Hera as well, as the kid got older and would try to defend her mother. She had her arm broken a couple of times from being hit or thrown against furniture, and her jaw got fractured in several pieces when her father slammed her across the face. It hurts to this day, especially in the winter, and it’s the reason why she talks without moving her teeth too much. And he knew it hurt. She knew he knew because he would always slam her face on the same spot, over and over.

One time when she was nine years old he was hitting her mom so much that she hid and called the police. The cops came and she thought that that was it, that they would finally be rid of him. But he somehow tricked them into going away, and that was the first time Hera started to dislike cops. As a result of that, he hit her mom even harder and more aggressively, until she was unconscious. After a couple of days, she went to the hospital, claiming to have been hit by a car. She had a broken clavicle and arm, and it would take up to a year to heal.

Hera thought she knew what hell was, but she was wrong. The year her mom was in bed was the worst of her life. Her father took out all his grievances on the poor child. She was taken out of school because she was so constantly bruised and cut that she couldn’t attend anymore. At the age of ten, not being able to take it any longer, she packed a bag and ran away from home after her dad had black-out from his drinking. She stole some money from his wallet, and with that she got on a bus, going to a different city.

There, she lived on the streets for years, relying heavily on the goodness of others. Shelters and food banks became her new best friends, but she would also steal to prevent herself from starving. When she was 14 she met a girl who told her she could be making money, she only needed to want it. And so, she started prostituting herself. That lasted a few years. Many times she would be stopped by a cop, who would threaten to take her in, unless… And that settled her disgust for cops.

It didn’t take too much for the girl to drown herself in alcohol. She needed to forget the faces and moans of the men she slept with, but, most of all, she needed to numb her thoughts. She was never able to forgive herself for leaving her mother behind with her father, especially when she was so hurt, and she would still wake up in the middle of the night sweating. Her worst fear was that she got her mother killed. And she couldn’t forgive herself for that.

It was during these years of prostitution that she met Dory, a former coworker if you could say that. Hera was still living on the streets, and when the two became closer, Dory took her in. Eventually, Hera had enough money to help pay for some expenses. The two became best friends, and as they spent a lot of time together, Dory taught Hera how to play the guitar. Dory herself didn’t really have a good voice for singing, she knew that herself and the two joked about it, but she motivated Hera, saying she had a beautiful voice. When she was more confidently playing the guitar, Hera started performing songs on the street. She did that for a few months until a guy approached her, asking if she had a band. When she denied it, he said they were looking for a singer and she was perfect for the role.

Afraid of what they would think of her, she kept her sexual activities hidden from the group. But soon she was practicing with her new band, Sweet Absolution, and after a few months, they were playing in small bars and pubs, as the band already had some reputation and was only lacking a singer. With this new job, Hera was able to leave prostitution behind, taking a second job as a bartender in one of the bars they often perform.

Relationships: - Dorothy “Dory” Terrell, 25 years old: her best friend, the girl who took her in from the streets and offered her a place to stay without expecting anything in return. This is the person Hera is most loyal to and she would do anything for the girl. Hera is currently doing her best to help Dory leave the world of prostitution, and she might be able to get her a job at the same bar as her.

- Josh Waslman, 26 years old: lead guitarist of the band Sweet Absolution, he’s the one that discovered Hera. The girl is very grateful to him for having faith in her and believing she had the potential to be a part of this. The guy absolutely loves that her name is Hera, he thinks that’s one of the coolest things and that it makes the band much cooler. They became close friends, with him taking the second place of best friend.

- Sweet Absolution, band (Josh Walsman, Mark Weaving, Zachary Mason): or as she calls them: the boys. She became very close to all of them and she spends most of her time hanging out with them, either during practice or just grabbing a drink.


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BASICS

Name: Lyonevchky Vachsputenik

Nickname(s): Leo or Sputnik. His name's hard to pronounce, he gets it.

D.O.B.: April 1st, 1993

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Nationality: Russian

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Height: 5'5

Weight: 120 LB

Hair: Dark brown

Eyes: Blue

Skin: Fair-skinned

Race/ethnicity: Chechen

Misc: A small silver earring on each ear.

Wardrobe: Leo woke up in his motorcycle gear, pictured above. He's quite comfortable in it, so expect to see him walking around in it. A lot. He rarely takes the thing off. You'd be lucky to see him take off the helmet actually. Why? Because he thinks the suit looks cool, and that's reason enough never to take it off for him.

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PERSONA

Personality: Sputnik, or Leo, call him what you will, is a very, very talkative man. Leo can go on and on about mundane topics, being able to turn a conversation about working at McDonald's into a philosophical debate about the morality of the exploitation of food deserts. Leo's amicable enough as well, able to get along well with just about anyone. Even if you don't like him, he'll still probably like you. He just finds it really hard to dislike people, apparently. Surprisingly enough, Leo is usually one of the first people to come up with a plan at any given time. In situations like, for example, eight random people wake up in a barn with no memory of how they got there and no way to call for help, Sputnik is already spitting off and testing ideas as fast as he can. In his mind panic can wait, productivity can't.

Leo might be a little too trusting as well, a bit naive maybe. It's not his fault he's just trying to make friends, or that his natural desire to see the best in people has been abused time and time again. He's just trying to be a good person, and hopes the people around him are the same. If you exploit that about him, then that's bad and you should feel bad.

Likes: Talking, flying, driving over the speed limit, riding bikes, foreigners calling him Sputnik, learning languages, sitcoms, and traveling.

Dislikes: Panicking, staying in one place, heat, forests, and mosquitoes.

Fears: Things going bump in the night, isolation, being couped up in one place for too long, and other minor phobias including but not limited to needles, bulldogs, and the ocean.

Ailments: Sputnik lives with the clinical condition of being very, very short. People usually stand a full head higher than him.

Skills: Leo's a skilled pilot and linguist, being able to fly a helicopter and speak five languages. French, German, English, Russian, and Japanese. Including the fact that he lived in the inhospitable hellscape that is Russia for twenty-four years while working on a farm in the middle of nowhere, Leo makes for a half-decent survivalist. He was never interested in trying his hand in surviving out in the taiga, what with a well-heated home and good food already at hand, but he picked up enough to come in handy. Other than that, the man has a good survival instinct, but that's just about it.

Inventory: An android phone, keys to his bike, house keys, and a crumpled McDonald's receipt stuffed in his pockets and four Granola Bars, a bottle of water, and some wet wipes in a small backpack. He has no idea where his wallet is and he was sure he was nowhere near a McDonald's the last he could remember.

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HISTORY

Occupation: Commercial pilot

Background: Born to two Chechen parents in Russia, Leo was dropped off with his grandparents to live out the first few years of his life while his parents continued to refuse to take responsibility in his upbringing. Sure, that sounds bad, but it was easily the best part of his childhood. At that point, he didn't really know his parents, his grandparents were of the ma and pa variety and were an absolute delight to live with, and he got to help around their cattle farm out in the taiga. Well, help as in almost giving his grandpa a heart attack every week after he almost got himself killed by nearly running himself over with a riding mower.

Then his parents decided to come back into his life, and suddenly things weren't so peachy anymore. With great reluctance, his grandparents put him back into the care of his mother, and was sent off to live in Moscow in her cheap, cramped studio apartment in a building that had been condemned five times in the last month. His grandparents were upper-upper-middle class, owning a lot of land that they loaned out to a lot of people, earning enough in a year to live very comfortably for a very long time. Needless to say, it was a change of pace.

His mom was absent even then, leaving him at home to fend for himself doing god know's what (He wasn't even sure she had a job) before coming back every now and then to act like a doting mother. Honestly, it felt like she was trying to starve him of affection, waiting until things got really bad, before she swooped right back in so she'd seem all the better for giving him affection. If Leo hadn't fallen for the trick when he was nine, he'd have thought that it was a really uncool move.

His dad was worse, because they didn't even hold the pretense of sticking around or caring about him. They'd drop in maybe once every few months and then take off, distilling lasting life lessons in Leo before he left like self-confidence issues, an inferiority complex, and trust issues. The thing was, the guy would never give any kind of praise to Leo. Every screwup was a fatal mistake, everything he did right was ignored, every time he didn't stand up for himself was a lack of masculinity, and every time he stood up for himself against his dad was a tirade waiting to happen. In short: Not a good environment for a twelve-year-old.

When his dad left, constantly, his mom would always be distraught and, since she had ensured she was the only one in his life showing him affection at that point, would use her grief to guilt trip Leo into doing what she wanted. Run this errand, do this, do that, get a job and help pay rent, skip school and clean the house, etc. Because he'd a terrible son if he let the mother that had done so much for him suffer like this, apparently.

Nineteen, a college dropout, working three part-time jobs, and paying off the entire rent of their apartment, Leo decided he had enough. He saved up his money, bought a train ticket, and moved back to his grandparents without telling his mom a word. His grandparents welcomed him back with open arms, and it was pretty much smooth sailing from there. Helping out on the farm, learning new languages and how to drive a motorcycle, and getting through flight school was his day-to-day life. His mom and dad never called his grandparents about him, never called him, actually. He spent the first year waiting for them to call to check up on him, to demand he come home, to show they care just that much about him. They never did, though. Figures.

Earning a job as an airline copilot at the age of 24, Leo set about traveling. Germany, France, America, Japan, the works. He goes riding on bikes whenever he can and travels when he wants. The rest is pretty much history.

Relationships: He's not on speaking terms with his parents, he loves his grandparents, he adopted a Golden Retriever named Artyom a month ago, and has generally made an amicable impression on most of the people he's met while traveling.​
 
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Ian Castillo

BASICS

Name: Ian Castillo

Nickname(s): n/a

D.O.B.: January 21st, 1996

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay


APPEARANCE

Height: 6’0”

Weight: 147

Hair: Dark Brown

Eyes: Blue

Skin: Olive

Race/ethnicity: Hispanic/White

Misc: faded scars on his upper arms and thighs.

Wardrobe: Ian sticks to simple clothing. Outside of the dark, understated suits or scrubs he wears for work, you can usually find him in jeans, a plain t-shirt, and work boots. During cold weather he’ll add a few layers in flannel, sweaters, and a worn old sherpa jacket inherited from an uncle.

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PERSONA

Personality:
Ian moves and speaks slowly and methodically, a consummate observer. He has a patient curiosity that drives him to pick things apart, often missing the forest for the trees. He’s hardworking but unambitious and dislikes overt praise and compliments. Being levelheaded and hard to ruffle makes him a source of stability in difficult times but his pragmatism can come across as condescending and callous at times. There is a tenderness to him that comes across best in private- his work has made him accustomed to dealing with heightened emotions and he’s decent at calming people down. He puts a lot of value into family and community, truly believing that people are best together.

He isn’t quick to act and prefers to know as much as possible before moving forward, often double or triple checking things, which can often slow things down and limit his options. He hates being in leadership positions and would much rather work in the background. Though he’s much better than he used to be, Ian still struggles with feelings of doubt and misplaced guilt. This can lead to him being overly apologetic and withdrawn in times of extreme stress or if he’s accidentally offended or hurt someone.

Despite an initially calm and professional presentation, he has a crude, morbid sense of humor and is more than willing to get his hands dirty. In fact, he enjoys it. His willingness to embrace the strange and disturbing can sometime put him at odds with others, as he takes rejection of the darker parts of life as both a sign of ignorance and a rejection of himself. It’s an unhealthy assumption, which he’s aware of but not capable of fully abandoning. He can be a bit pushy with his beliefs when challenged and hates when people refuse to address topics like death or tragedy out of feigned politeness or distaste.


Likes: Iced coffee, cheesy sci-fi novels, mythology, bugs, folk music, the beach

Dislikes: Snow, lying, forced cheeriness/optimism, the color orange, sweet smelling perfumes/colognes, action movies

Fears: Heights, driving

Ailments: harm OCD- mostly managed, currently only has a minor impact on his life.

Skills:
-Fluent in Spanish. Knows a decent amount of Latin but it’s mostly just religious texts.
-Basic medical knowledge. He’s better with dead bodies than injured ones but he can set a bone and give stitches.
-Research. He loves taking notes and his permissive feelings towards filth, gore, and generally unpleasant things stretch the boundaries of his natural curiosity.
-Drawing. He’s not very creative and most of his talent lies in anatomical sketches but he’s a competent artist.

Inventory:
-Wallet w/ ID, debit card, and $15.43 in cash
-Ring of keys w/ house key, bike key, bottle opener, and small LED flashlight
-Mostly full pack of cigarettes and lighter
-Small bag containing a phone+charger, a sketchbook 1/3rd of the way full, a few pens, a pair of headphones, a rosary, and a clean dress shirt.


HISTORY

Background:

Ian grew up surrounded by family. His father, Christopher, and his mother, Fiona, were both Brooklyn natives and their home played constant host to all manner of aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents. Childhood was a happy, peaceful time for them, full of trips to the beach and museums and family dinners where Ian would inevitably fall asleep on the couch as the older relatives talked long into the night.

As long as Ian could remember, his grandfather Oscar had lived with them. His wife had passed a few years before Ian was born and he took on the role of overindulgent grandparent like he’d been waiting for it his entire life. It’s from him that Ian inherited his love of science fiction and mythology. They were each other’s near constant companions which was why Ian was the only one with Oscar when he collapsed on one of his routine walks around the neighborhood.

The boy’s screams drew the attention of some neighbors but by the time an ambulance arrived it was too late. Ian was ten when the period of mundane, inescapable death began in his life. Over the next few years others would follow Oscar. Cancer took an aunt who’d always sing as she did the dishes, a cousin who’d taught Ian how to ride a bike lost his struggle with addiction, a neighbor that gifted them pickled vegetables from his garden every fall was struck by a car walking home late one night.

Despite the rest of his family rallying around each other, the once curious, excitable boy became fearful of the world. Withdrawing into stories and myths, he developed a morbid obsession with death and all things macabre. Along with it came other worrying traits- Ian was weighed down by the constant fear of accidentally harming others and something as simple as boiling a pot of water could turn into an hour of checking and rechecking the stove. Christopher and Fiona did their best to support him but when compulsive worrying escalated to sneaking razor blades from the bathroom, they knew they were in over their heads.

Therapy did help, along with medication. Over time Ian returned to the world of the living, through his smiles came a little slower and he was never quite as adventurous. His interest in the dark and strange persisted but he learned to temper the obsessive thoughts into something more productive. Death was inevitable and learning to approach that with honesty and openness made it less scary. He’d always been an above average student and when he graduated high school it only seemed natural to pursue a degree in Mortuary Sciences.

He graduated a few years back and has been working as a Mortuary Assistant ever since. He chose to stay in Brooklyn to be close to his family but now lives in a small studio apartment with his pet scorpion. While he maintains an active social life between his family, school friends, and coworkers, he has a tendency to disappear into his work more often than he should. He still attends therapy on a semi-regular basis, though he weened himself off his meds a few years ago.

Relationships:
—Christopher and Fiona Castillo: Parents. They’re very close, they speak almost every day and he visits them at least once a week.
—Oscar Walsh: Grandfather. Deceased, but Ian will often hold one sided conversations with him when he’s struggling with something.
—Baby: Pet Emperor Scorpion. Does not seem very aware of Ian outside of feeding time but at least tolerates the little songs he makes up about him.
—Laura Waldeburg: Boss and mentor. Shares his love of all things gross and the two are constantly trying to disgust each other.




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Name: Riann Patterson
Nickname(s): Ri, Ria, Ry, Annie, whatever, will respond to anything if you’re looking in his general direction
D.O.B.: May 24th
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Has never really thought too hard about it. (Hetero, maybe open to more)

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Height: 6’1”
Weight: 175lbs
Hair: Lightly tousled brunette hair that could usually be considered bed-head adjacent.
Eyes: Light brown, possibly hazel. Up for debate.
Skin: Not pale, not well tanned. Fair skinned. Usually he leaves a bit of scruff.
Race/ethnicity: Caucasian, Irish descent

Misc: Rather scarred knees, but not to worry, it’s only from a kid surfboard store accident. Ankle tattoo of a unicorn, shittily done. Wears a collection of odd wristbands, those rubbery ones as well as a few friendship bracelets, beaded bracelets, and rubber bands themselves.

Wardrobe: Though Riann keeps it very simple, he does have a sense of style even in his minimal wardrobe. Hoodies, jackets, jeans, t-shirts, usually of neutral color or picked up at some odd benefit event or summer camp. Is prone to wearing one pair of sneakers to absolute death before getting another. More often than not sporting a handknit beanie that looks to have known better days.

Face Claim: Henning May

PERSONA

Personality: At first meeting, Riann seems like a very easy-going, humorous guy. He likes to crack jokes and to some can seem a little bit of a wise guy. He moves very light on his feet, sometimes having been said to sneak up on people. If you’re looking just from the surface, he seems like a typical bro. Kind of haughty, a little too chillax. However, getting to know him a bit more, Riann’s core trait is simple; he’s a caregiver. He has a keen sense if something’s bothering someone, physically or mentally, and is extremely gentle and generous in his handling of things. He always wants to help, and never makes anything big out of it. With how relaxed he always seems to be, it can be easy to miss how doting he actually gets. He wants to help to the best of his ability, always, and kindness is a moral he lives by day to day.

He’s not a saint, of course. Sometimes his mellow nature can be mistaken for carelessness, and can bother the wrong people. Riann is near impossible to anger, but sometimes hard to entertain, and keep his attention. If something doesn’t seem of utmost importance to him, it’s hard to make him do it. His own self improvement skills are a little lacking, and puts other people first too often. Despite his ability to cater to others’ needs, he can lack blatant communication skills and try to dance around the point, and has trouble voicing his own thoughts and issues. He’s more of a people pleaser and would like to avoid conflict if possible, though he wouldn’t ever hesitate to stand up for someone who couldn’t do it for themselves. It just comes down to whether or not it’s his conflict he’s trying to avoid.

Likes: Nature, popcorn, his family, surfing, biking, crafts, kids, music
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Dislikes: Cold weather, bullies, rug burns, sugary drinks, sad people
Fears: Not being able to do enough, not being able to help the people he loves. Likes the idea of bees. Does not like the idea of dying to a bee.
Ailments: Allergic to bee stings.
Skills: Nurse things. Fluent in pharmacy-talk, can take care of injuries, empty your bed pan. Proficient school note doodler, balloon tier, kid entertainer. Oddly good at origami and sometimes leaves a trail of paper animals.

Inventory: In his beat-up Jansport;
Med school textbooks
Classic yellow notepad, a few loose pens in the front pocket
A medley of folded origami zoo animals and origami paper
A small, palm sized journal
Ziploc baggie of assorted medications as well as a note tucked in the bag with explanations and pill schedules
Very badass swiss army knife among way too many keys as well as a childish pink and yellow beaded keychain with his name on it.
First aid kit
Wallet with family photo, ID, the usual, forty bucks.
Hydroflask that looks like it has been to hell and back
Earbuds (tangled mess)
Extra hoodie
Three bars of Butterfingers
Bike lock
Surfboard wax

HISTORY

Background: Riann comes from a bit of an odd family. His parents, Julia and Richard Patterson, were honest people living in the suburbs of California. They met as coworkers in Richard’s family window business. All they ever wanted was a family of their own, but went through a lot of painful miscarriages before finally being told that Julia was infertile. They decided to adopt. This was where the Patterson family began.

First, came Ryder. They received him as a four year old from a bad home, likely with fetal alcohol syndrome. Second was Angela, who they fostered first as a baby born with limb deformities. While in the process of adopting Gregory, who had down syndrome, they discovered much to their surprise that they were pregnant with Riann. Against all odds, he came out a perfectly healthy baby boy. Riann would remain their only biological child until he was ten. During those years, they adopted two more children, Jenna and Marcus, each with their own share of medical issues. This seemed to be a trend for the family, and in his childhood, Rainn very quickly grew into a caretaker role alongside his parents.

He wasn’t the oldest, but he always acted as such. The mediator, the advice-giver, and the caretaker. Rainn was everything to his siblings, and he grew into his caretaking role so well that his parents began to disregard him ever so slightly. They were a close-knit family, and their parents loved all of them, but with Riann being the only kid who didn’t have important medical needs or traumas from the foster system they’d come from, he simply couldn’t receive the same amount of attention his siblings did. His parents’ home was always open to CPS emergencies and Riann was always doing everything he could to help his siblings and the wayward kids that passed through his home.

He just never really thought about himself much.

When he was fourteen his parents had one more child, little Penelope. From the start Penelope was a sickly baby, the luck that they had with Riann all run out. Riann, of course, loved her to death, but a nagging feeling in the back of his head always said that he wasn’t the one that deserved this health, in the midst of all his siblings who had been through so much. Between hospital visits and days spent at home watching the kids, Rian decided the logical choice was to make a career out of what he already knew best. Caretaking.

Nearly done with his Associate’s Degree in Nursing, Riann has never lived more than twenty minutes away from home, and spends more time there than he does his own apartment. His family needs him, the people he’s going to help as a registered nurse need him, and all this being needed makes it very easy not to think about what Riann himself could ever need or want.

Relationships: Riann is from a family of seven. He loves to spend time with all his siblings and makes it a point to be at every game, every school event, as well as accompanying them to all their appointments and helping keep track of medication schedules. He and his parents are also on good terms (Riann never much voicing any problems of his own) and nearly acts as a third parent alongside them.

He was a fairly popular guy in highschool and still keeps in contact with his best buddy Jason, who he surfs with often. His college roommate, Oliver, is another close friend of his and the three all often hang out together when Riann can spare the time. Riann has had a few romantic relationships that never really lasted too long, despite his friend’s constant efforts to set him up with people, though one ex-girlfriend by the name of Talia from highschool and he were such good friends prior that they still hang out, especially since his siblings became a bit attached. Riann claims there’s no chance it’s happening again. His friends like to argue otherwise.
 
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Name: Hudson Strife

Nickname(s): Hud, Sonny

D.O.B.: April 24, 1997

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Aroace

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Height: 5'9

Weight: 180 pounds

Hair: Dark muddy brown, short and bolt straight.

Eyes: Mossy green surrounded by discoloured eyebags. The veins on his eyelids stick out clear as day.

Skin: Pale and warm-toned, peppered in faint freckles.

Race/ethnicity: White Non-latino

Misc: Industrial ear piercing, lip ring, and 3/4 inch (9mm) gauges.

Wardrobe: Hudson usually sports a moss green jacket decorated with grey diamonds paired with dark blue cuffed jeans and black boots. In cooler weather he wears an army green coat and cream scarf, with the same cuffed jeans and boots.

Face Claim: Using real people as face claims makes me super uncomfortable. Instead, I'm just going to describe what he looks like.

Hudson's face is shockingly pale considering how often he is outside, and peppered with faint freckles. 3 deep gouges slice across his face from nose to jawline, left to right. Thin stubble frames out the areas around the marks. His nose is small and angular, like the triangular ones found in greek sculpture. His hollow eyes sit in deep purple sockets. He often hides more scratch marks under scarves and collars that dig down his neck and end at his collarbones.

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PERSONA

Personality: Hudson has a very stonelike personality, very set in his ways. He's also very pessimistic and sarcastic. In order to try and protect himself from others, he holds up an iron wall of lies and false confidence. He claims to be genuine and honest, but in truth Hudson's silver tongue is without a speck of tarnish. Behind his walls, he is just a small little man afraid of himself and the world. He isnt this way due to his traumatic experiences, rather just his childhood in general.

Likes: Coffee, Tea, bitter things, sour things, being left alone.

Dislikes: Sweets, milky coffee, and crowds.

Fears: The forest (especially at night), Being Alone, The Dark, Nurses/doctors.

Triggers: Axes, Nurses/Doctors, and Medical Jargon.

Ailments: Hudson has PTSD because multiple adults tried to kill him when he was 13.

Skills: Knitting, long-distance running, stealth, and he has general knowlege of foragable herbs and produce.

Inventory: Inside his sturdy brown backpack Hudson has: Knitting needles, a yarn ball (attatched to half a sock), a native foraging book, as well as a notebook full of notes from this book and others. Hudson has always been an outdoorsy guy who loved to find edible goodies for his father, but nowadays he forages for free food. He also carries a multitool, pens and pencils, bandages, and a cotton bag for his finds.

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HISTORY

Background: Hudson grew up without much adult interaction. His mother left the family for another man when he was a toddler, leaving his father to care for Hudson alone. He never had time for the young boy, so he put Hudson into something similar to the Boyscouts. On a scouts trip, however, disaster struck. They went to a new summer camp and were attacked by the camp adults. Hudson barely survived the tragedy, and a long scratch made by the nurse's stiletto nails are a permanent reminder of that summer night in June. The incident left Hudson alone in the woods fending for his life against an axe with a chair leg. He still has graphic nightmares and flashbacks about the event to this day. This all happened when he was 13-14, but he doesn't remember.

Relationships: Hudson has a distant and estranged relationship with his father. He holds everyone else at a thin line. He's too scared he'll lash out again and hurt someone. He lashed out at his cousin because she thought it would be funny to trigger him and he attacked her back, and was defending himself, but was demonized for it by his family. So most of the Strife clan pretend he doesn't exist or that he's a monster who attacked Delta for "Just playing around" as if she didn't run at him out of the woods with an axe for the sole purpose of triggering an episode. She knew better.
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Name:
Eleanor DuMonte
Nickname(s):
None
D.O.B.:
September 2nd
Age:
21
Gender:
Cis-gender female
Sexuality:
Asexual

APPEARANCE
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Height:
5'2"
Weight:
105lbs
Hair:
Her platinum blonde hair falls to about mid chest, bearing obvious signs of chemical damage from years of bleach. She tends to tie it back into a loose ponytail when she needs to focus, otherwise she leaves it untouched.
Eyes:
She has grey eyes, framed by thin lashes
Skin:
She is quite pale and sunburns easily, she has a few faint freckles scattered across her body.
Race/ethnicity:
Caucasian (American)
Misc:
Eleanor has no current piercings or tattoos, however her earlobes retain small marks from when her mother pierced them as a baby. The only jewelry she wears is a simple silver wedding band on a thin chain, usually tucked beneath her clothes.

Wardrobe:
Eleanor prefers to dress in fairly nondescript, baggy clothing consisting of simple tee shirts and hand-me-down jeans with a sweater thrown over it all.
Eleanor's staple wardrobe item is a threadbare grey hoodie, with the simplified image of a snarling wild cat on the front and, "Go Cats! Go!" written on the back-- It is obviously far too old and large to be from her own high-school days. If the weather is too warm for wearing a sweater, she would rather wrap it around her waist over leaving it inside.

Face Claim:
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PERSONA

Personality:
While Eleanor may come off as soft spoken, she is blunt as a nail and remarkably self-assured in her own intelligence. She has a bad habit of being overly reliant on facts-- routinely going against her own better judgement in an attempt to avoid appearing uninformed or naïve. When she is feeling unsure or particularly anxious, she tends to fall back on meaningless facts and statistics to ground herself. In direct opposition to her feelings of intellectual superiority to her peers, she struggles to make meaningful connections outside of academia. She hates conflict and would much rather wait until the problem solves itself instead of getting an authority figure involved.
She is extremely generous with her trust, a trait that is easily exploited with little to no repercussion from Eleanor herself.

Likes:
- Studying local flora
-Gardening
- Reading
-Rice
-The forest
-Insects

Dislikes:
-Cooking
-The Unknown
- Excessive Drug Use
-Overly Sweet food
-Falling asleep

Fears:
-Addiction
-Abandonment
-Having children
-Claustrophobia

Ailments:
-Anxiety disorder
-Childhood Trauma
- Not insignificant issues with food and textures

Skills:
-She has a near-photographic memory
-She is knowledgeable of local flora and fauna (ex. which plants are poisonous v. edible)
- She speaks French at a high-school level
- Basic truck maintenance
-Avid camper

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Inventory:
Messenger bag:
-4 spiral notebooks, the first three contain school notes while the fourth is blank
-A pencil case with 4 mechanical pencils, 3 pens (black, blue, and red), along with an eraser and highlighter
-A package of hair elastics with about 12 left
- Assorted feminine hygiene products (4 tampons, 2 liners)
-Half-empty water bottle
-Intro to biology textbook
-Weathered Farmer's Almanac from 7 years prior (Lots of notes written in the margins by her father)
-Wallet with student ID, library card, debit card, and $15.80 in cash
-Cell phone and charger
-Sunscreen (half empty)

Pockets:
-Keychain with mini flashlight
- pack of gum
-Neatly folded grocery list

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HISTORY

Background:
(TW: substance abuse, child abuse)
Eleanor was the child of small-town high school sweethearts. Her mother, Minerva "Minnie" DuMonte, had been an up-and-coming model all through her teen years until an unexpected pregnancy left her future career dead in the water. In an attempt to do what was best for his unborn daughter, her father proposed to her mother and took on a job as a long haul trucker to pay the bills.
Eleanor simply idolizes her father, and the clear favouritism she showed him from an early age rubbed her mother the wrong way. Minnie grew to resent her own daughter for "ruining" her modelling career, motherhood was nothing like she expected--She gave birth to it after all, so it should love her more than it's father, right!?

Eleanor's relationship with her mother had been strained her entire life. She spent most days outside, playing in the nearby forest while her mother lounged in bed most days feigning illness. The best days, however, were the days her father would return from work. Edward DuMonte was a lively man with the charisma of a politician, he taught his daughter as much as he could in the short time he had at home with the family. On warm days he would take her out to the same forest she spent much of her time and teach her about the local plants.
Joy-filled memories of Eleanor's father are sullied by the rapidly spiraling addiction that was taking hold in her mother. Once she was old enough to be left to her own devices, her mother's dependency only grew to take over the pretty blonde woman that starred in most of the photos littering the home.

For her 8th birthday, Eleanor's father gave her a leather-bound notebook and instructed to identify as many local plants as she could before he returned. As she became more and more aware of how atypical her upbringing was, the young girl discovered the diverse realm of literature. She developed a pattern of befriending the librarians at her school, spending as much time as she could out of the dingy little house she called home. Her parents relationship continued to deteriorate under Eleanor's nose. While her father may had been spending more time away from home, he was just as loving as ever with his pride and joy. He would occasionally take her out for trips in his big rig, or to the local campground, proudly telling anyone who would listen, "She's smart as a whip, that one!"
He asked her mother for a divorce a few months before her 14th birthday. His final gift to her was his personal almanac, full of personal notes to her written in the margins.

Something inside her mother broke that day. Sure she could survive with the alimony and child support Edward was sending her way, but the failed-model could hardly bear to look at Eleanor-- the supposed orchestrator of all of her woes. Minnie was never outwardly cruel to Eleanor, simply absent-- too caught up in her own world.
High school was a very unkind time for Eleanor. She had few friends outside of faculty, and jumped on the chance of attending a more STEM-focused school for her final years of school. She had family living in the same town as the school and her mother seemed thrilled to get the nearly sixteen year old girl out of the house.

She spent her final years of high school living with her uncle. He was a decent enough man with the same propensity for mood-altering substances as his sister. Some nights he would become more inebriated than others and would make sloppy passes at her, resulting in many sleepless nights. Despite still having contact with her father, she didn't tell him about the late nights and beer-stained breath. She couldn't. She had a plan for her future, which included graduating from her school of choice. She, naturally, graduated with honors and immediately applied to college. She grew close with the local librarian, a decrepit old man named Alois, who took pity on her poor financial status and hired her to help out around the library.
Her father died in a car accident before her second semester of college began, around New Years. She was responsible for handling his belongings after his death, but couldn't bear to part with them, and put everything in a storage unit. She paid for and maintained the unit for years, it was her home away from home. A pocket dimension where her father wasn't dead, merely out running an errand or out of town for work.

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Relationships:
- Minerva "Minnie" DuMonte (Mother)
-Edward DuMonte (Father, deceased)
-Byron May (Maternal Uncle)
-Alois Shaw (Employer/acquaintance)
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