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Realistic or Modern sleepy hollow investigation of paranormal society // character documents

forestferns

forestferns

smile like you mean it
hello everyone and welcome to the applications thread for SHIPS!

the current due date for applications is December 19th

A friendly reminder that this roleplay is application based. If I pick another OC over yours and there’s still open roles left, you can apply for one of the open roles.

MEET THE GANG:

The Founder
otto fischer forestferns forestferns

The Cameraperson
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The Psychic Medium
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The Helper
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The Book Nerds
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The Tech Nerds
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The Unbeliever
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The Artist
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CHARACTER APPLICATION FORM

-- you do not have to use code! it is not a requirement here! just make sure you have all the things listed here

Character Image Here

full name
nickname(s)
age - 22-26
gender and pronouns
sexuality - please include romantic and sexuality orientation

their role
how did they join the gang? - examples include being friends with the founder or another member, being a former client now turned member, etc! if unsure, feel free to ask!
are they sensitive to the paranormal?
do they believe in the paranormal?
strengths and weaknesses

personality
birthday
body modifications / scars
history / backstory - completely optional!

likes
dislikes
habits
fears
hobbies

aroma
faceclaim
voiceclaim
headcanons / fun facts
 
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otto

the founder





































full name


otto theodore fischer









nickname(s)


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age


twenty-three (23)









gender


trans man, he/otter









p.o.b.


berlin, germany









d.o.b.


april 14th









sexuality


polyamorous + gay
















































  • hair

    very fluffy hair! it's short and fluffy. otto always dyes otters hair different colors.









    eyes

    dark brown









    height

    5'1"









    body mods.

    septum piercing, ear piercings, lip piercing, small tattoos










    faceclaim

    kaiisyourhomie

















♡coded by uxie♡

 
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james gao




















the helper — “i’m here, i’m not happy about it, let’s keep moving.”










♡coded by uxie♡

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all-american bitch
james
gao
persona
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attributes
virtues
vices
backstory
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connections
name.
james naomi liang hua gao.
nicknames.

⎯⎯ jamie/jamison/jim jams/jimbo ( close friends/the team ); jamie is the default, easygoing nickname that everyone uses without thinking. it’s casual and familiar. as cases go on, the team tends to refer with her with more ridiculous, out of the box names (despite her very aggressive protests).

⎯⎯ liang hua ( grandmother ); only her grandmother calls her by her chinese name which makes her appreciate it more.
age.
twenty-three.
birthday.
april 12th.
gender.
cisgender female && she/her.
sexuality.
unlabeled.

role.
the helper.
how did they join the gang?
james's connection to sleepy hollow investigation of paranormal society began with the internet, as anticlimactic as it may sound. rarely did james frequent supernatural/paranormal sites, shit she labeled as nothing more than heresy, but the allure of arguing with random strangers on the internet was strong. argumentative nature aside, james was desperate to break away from the family business, desperate for scraps of work. what started as busywork, helping small creators (ie: working with the cameraperson), picking up shifts at the library (where she would come across the book nerds), eventually lead to james's natural integration into the business, the only person able to keep everyone's schedule straight, had a file of multiple potential clients. james has just always kind of been there, as her team would probably say.
in depth.
james fills the cracks within the group, the foundational glue that holds the team together. she does everything else the members tend not to worry about: the one who consults with potential clients with otto, the one who creates a file (both physical and digital) for each case, the one who makes calls to hotels and sets up rooms, the one who makes sure all the equipment is loaded into the back of their cars. she's reliable, always a phone call away, ready to put her pedal to the metal at beck and call. she's the founder's right hand, the team's anchor. while much of her job seems like office work, she enjoys the simplicity of it all, the straightforward nature of her work.
are they sensitive to the paranormal?
the answer's complicated. of all the members in the team, james seems to exhibit more resistance than other members. some would say its her hard-headed nature, that her stubbornness wards off most passive spirits. the more spiteful the spirit, the more obvious of an effect it seems to take on her. it's not obvious at first, the snippiness in her tone often recognized as one of james's bad moods. on a case by case basis, the worst she has ever experienced is car sickness paired with a night bent over the toilet. while she mentally might not be sensitive to spirits, the physical toll is obvious; noted by her complaints of a stomachache, headache, or nausea. all of things which can be written off as coincidental.
do they believe in the paranormal?
james refuses to answer this question outright, always deflecting, always straight business. she says she'll believe it when she sees it. she shares the idea that if ghosts existed, they would be spirits of people who have died, malevolent entities that will cause harm to the living if provoked. while she maintains a clear, neutral view, she often finds herself telling the nonbeliever to lighten up. she thinks there are no right answers, just instances where people taking advantage of naive tourists or townsfolk seems more likely than not. she shares a similar disposition to her nai nai, she avoids talking about death and maintains that respect is important when dealing with sites surrounding cemeteries and funeral homes.
"I am light as a feather, I'm as stiff as a board. I pay attention to things that most people ignore. And I'm alright with the movies that make jokes 'bout senseless cruelty, that's for sure ..."
height.
5'5".
appearance.
james is startling. it's not that her features are anything out of the ordinary, though; on the contrary, she thinks she looks rather plain. warm beige complexion, with freckles speckling her face, enhanced by the sunlight ( she doesn’t exactly know how she has freckles. her parents don't have any ). dark brown, mostly straight hair, reaching to her mid back. it's ever so slightly damaged from the heat she used to use as a child, desperate to burn the wave in her hair, though it’s unnoticeable unless focused on intensely. bleached blonde money pieces frame her face. her jaw is not as defined as she would like it to be, her lips are slightly larger than average and she has a pinched nose. what makes james startling, rather, is her eyes. dark, shadowy eyebags tend to give james a pitiful look. her eyes are forever unrelenting, forever watchful, always observing. her eyes wound without meaning to, and they’re full of hurt.
dist. features.
james has many scars along her legs, all obtained from her years of surfing and field sports, specifically soccer. she is often seen with light bruises along her knees and down her legs from mishaps in investigation, or her little accidents such as slamming the door on her fingers. usually it's obvious, her fingers covered with soft fabrics and her many flimsy, colorful bandages. james doesn’t have any tattoos, but she has had her ears pierced since birth.
aroma.
cocoa butter and old spice fiji dry spray, reminiscent of a day at the beach.

face claim.
chase sui wonders
overview.

james gao is a firecracker wrapped in barbed wire, sharp enough to hurt even herself. she’s quick with her temper, like a match that barely brushes the box before it flares, and god help whoever’s in her path when it does. she’s got a tongue like a razor—cuts fast, cuts deep, and doesn’t pause to watch the damage. irony of it all is, she knows she’s her own worst enemy, but try telling her that when she’s already halfway to snapping. it’s almost funny, really, how self-aware she is; how she hates the anger that’s practically tattooed onto her bones but wears it anyway, like armor that’s too heavy but all she’s got.

loyalty, though—that’s her buried treasure. the people she calls hers are few, and she doesn’t give her heart lightly. but once she does, she’ll fight tooth and nail for them. she’ll turn the world upside down, burn bridges, throw hands, whatever’s needed, no questions asked. some think she’s a loose cannon, unpredictable and a bit of a ticking bomb, but they don’t see the fierce sense of honor stitched beneath all that fire. she’s the first one to see through the bull, knows how to read people with the precision of a surgeon, and there’s no fooling her. a twitch of the eye, a shift of the feet—she clocks it all, even if she doesn’t say a word about it.

james's humor, if you can call it that, is about as warm as ice on steel, dry as dust, and quick to sting. sarcasm is her native language, and she uses it like a shield, deflecting as much as she cuts. it’s not that she’s mean—okay, she can be mean—it’s just that patience isn’t her strong suit, and when she’s frustrated, her words slice sharper. ask her to “soften” something, and she’ll look at you like you’ve suggested she grow a second head. james doesn’t do softness; she does blunt force and brutal honesty. and you’ll never catch her saying what she could just as easily show you.

she’s observant enough to catch every twitch, every fleeting glance, and the weight of her gaze is heavy, piercing. there's no pretense, no sugar-coated words; james doesn’t deal in delicate half-truths. if she speaks, she speaks plainly, painfully honestly, and sometimes her silence is even louder, especially in the way she moves, in the way her actions tell the stories she keeps locked behind tight lips.

she moves through life with the ruthless efficiency of someone who doesn’t have time for frills or second chances. she’s got a pragmatic side that sees through glitter and grabs the core of things, the bare-bones truth. once she decides on something, she digs her heels in, unyielding and obstinate, like a mountain refusing to move. maybe she’s a lot to handle, maybe she’s a little self-destructive. maybe she’s a hurricane all her own, restless and biting and half-wishing she’d just let herself go. but james's more than her anger, even if sometimes she forgets it herself.
"And I am built like a mother and a total machine. I feel for your every little issue, I know just what you mean. And I make light of the darkness. I've got sun in my motherfucking pocket, best believe. Yeah, you know me."
likes && hobbies.
surfing, late night walks, the smell of the ocean and weed, parties, nail polish, comfort wear, lazing around doing nothing, mango, summer, burgers, nothing changing, spicy foods, her guilty pleasure are watching trashy soap operas with her grandmother, reading magazines while tending to the cash register, taking pictures, smoking weed, swimming, mango ice cream, love songs, getting drunk, junk food, reading.

dislikes && fears.
slow walkers, people who get too comfortable when they aren’t your friend, people who insist too much, having to repeat herself, stress, bugs/dirt, the cold, her mother, scratchy sweaters, super energetic people, sour foods, zucchinis, unexpected loud noises, small spaces, cars ( they make her dizzy ), being forced to share her feelings, being pranked, the feeling of chalk, stupid people ( ironic ), overly sweet food, the smell of lavender, the sound of people chewing, group projects, hypocrisy, being told to “calm down”, trying new foods, family dinners.
&&
⎯⎯ the dark, spiders, being defenseless, loved ones dying.

habits.

⸻ clears her throat when she wants to get people’s attention. this includes in the middle of someone else’s sentence.
⸻ similarly, if interrupted, james just keeps talking but louder and with more emphasis to get them to shut up.
⸻ represses her expressions when stressed. she doesn’t like giving away when she doesn’t know what to do.
⸻ in moments of boredom, she habitually braids her money pieces, securing them with small rubber bands.
reliable
"shut up, i'm already on my way there". james is always there for other people, a silent supporter, a cracked door that glows warmly, open arms before the embrace.
strong-willed
"first of all, fuck you, i do what i want." nai nai would say james is a lion-hearted girl, fueled by her own inner flame.
organized
"of course i color coded your room assignments, do you guys even check your email?" another cog in the company's machine, keeps the nitty gritty of it all straight, from journaling the first instances of paranormal activity to just keeping equipment clean.
composed
"shh, i'm thinking." skilled in the “fake it ‘till you make it” style of keeping control. even if she doesn’t know what to do, james will pretend she does until she can think up something.
impatient
"and you're in my way. move, move, move." james struggles with waiting, often rushing headfirst into situations without thinking.
stubborn
"i’ll let you know if my opinion changes, but don’t hold your breath." likely her fatal flaw, james would rather die on the hill she stands on than give into others.
individualist
"whatever, just don’t expect me to care." while reliable, always there for others, james tends to overlap into hypocrite territory, always maintaining a arms distance with others. it's never as easy as she thinks it is.
reactive
"sir, so help me god, if you are shitting me, i will shove my boot so far up your-." although she's insistent she's not defensive, james is gnashing teeth, all bite and no bark. often assigned someone to hold her back in moments of explosive emotion.
"All the time, I'm grateful all the time. I'm sexy and I'm kind, I'm pretty when I cry. Oh, all the time, I'm grateful all the fucking time. I'm sexy and I'm kind, I'm pretty when I cry."

history.
james gao is a girl on the edge, balancing somewhere between defiance and apathy. she grew up in the kind of family where you had to earn affection, and for as long as she can remember, it felt like every word her parents said to her was a critique. good grades, a clean reputation, a life set up for success—the expectations weighed on her like iron shackles. there were years when she tried to play by their rules, desperate to be the girl they wanted: neat, polite, fluent in mandarin, someone they could proudly introduce to relatives as the picture-perfect daughter of hard-working immigrants. she used to sit in her room, cramming for hours with textbooks piled up like a fortress, and held her breath every time they looked at her report card, hoping for a rare look of approval.

but that ended the day she decided she'd had enough. it was a fight that shook their tiny apartment, the kind that leaves the air thick with words no one can take back. her parents—who had demanded so much from her for so long—looked at her with something close to resignation, then turned away and never looked back. they shifted all those burdens, all those sky-high expectations, onto her younger brother, and in their eyes, she faded into the background like wallpaper. sometimes, she can barely remember what it was like when they spoke to her with purpose. now, they only talk when necessary, when her mom needs help at the dry-cleaning shop or when her dad asks where she’s been all night. it’s almost neglect, but part of her wonders if that’s a relief.

her brother, though, became the new golden child, and if there was ever warmth between them, it’s long gone, replaced by something tense and bitter. he resents her for "getting off the hook"; she resents him for becoming everything she’s supposed to be. it’s a silent war, the kind where words are never exchanged, but eyes are narrowed, and dinners pass in mutual disdain.

the only family member she doesn’t mind is her grandmother. her nai nai moved in with them years ago, carrying with her only a suitcase and an endless supply of mandarin soap operas. they don’t have to speak the same language to understand each other; they just fall into a quiet rhythm together, peeling mangoes and watching melodramatic shows on the tiny TV in the living room. it’s one of the few things that brings james comfort, a fragile thread tying her to a family she can barely recognize. her grandmother will sometimes say a string of mandarin, usually instructions on peeling or jokes about the silly characters on TV, and though james doesn’t always understand, she doesn’t mind. it’s the closest thing she has to peace.

at seventeen, school was little more than a waste of hours. james was only there because she had to be, drifting through classes and avoiding assignments, more interested in the relief of the bell than anything a teacher could ever say. her grades were mediocre, her motivation even lower. she would skip class to surf when the waves are good and spends afternoons smoking with her only friend, nicola, or wandering the beach, watching the sun dip below the horizon. sometimes she would end up at one of the keg parties down by the docks, the kind where beer flows like water and every shout echoes across the ocean. she would never go for the people, doesn’t care for the crowd—but there was something satisfying in the noise, in the way it drowns out every thought in her head. her graduation came and passed with little fanfare, little more than a slip of paper tacked to the fridge amongst a sea of her brother's A+ assignments.

before finding work with the sleepy hollow investigation of paranormal society, james would spend her afternoons in the dry-cleaning shop, the smell of starch and hot steam clinging to her clothes long after she leaves. she hated the monotony—the endless parade of clothes she’s got no use for, the steady hum of machines, the rhythm of her parents’ practiced motions as they work alongside her in silence. yet, somehow, she keeps showing up, even on her off days, even now that she's moved out of the house. change isn’t something she embraces easily; the thought of finding somewhere else to work feels like more hassle than it’s worth. so she shrugs it off, barely caring enough to complain, folding shirts and slipping hangers onto racks in a kind of restless boredom.

once, though, she found herself in a high school fight—one that would’ve been forgettable, if not for the fact that it ended up in a suspension. a girl she barely knew made a snide comment about her family’s dry-cleaning business, something laced with the kind of prejudice james had heard a thousand times before. normally, she would’ve let it go, but something snapped, and before she knew it, she’d shoved the girl hard enough to send her stumbling into a desk. it was stupid, reckless, and way over the top—but she can still remember the rush of satisfaction that came from standing her ground, of finally pushing back. for a second, everyone’s eyes were on her, and the power of that moment pulsed through her long after the principal had lectured her and her parents had refused to speak to her for a week.

james doesn’t have much in the way of friends; she isn’t exactly warm, and she’s a little too blunt to make people feel comfortable. but nicola was different, someone who wouldn't ask questions and wouldn't pry, just show up with a grin and a joint, ready to waste the day together. it was a friendship born of mutual disinterest in what everyone else seems to care about, a shared love of days with no structure. they would float from place to place, lying on the sand or sharing earbuds to listen to music, talking only when it feels right. days of her youth she often looks back on.

she’s a girl on the outside, a misfit by choice as much as by circumstance. some days, she can feel the weight of her choices, the space she’s created between herself and her family, her team, even her future. she’s aimless and a little lost, but stubbornly, she doesn’t want to change. she’s made her choices, set herself on this path, and the idea of changing course feels like admitting defeat, like caving to the expectations she’s spent years shrugging off.

yet sometimes, in quiet moments, she feels a flicker of regret, a sliver of something raw and aching beneath the tough exterior. maybe she wonders what life would be like if things had gone differently, if she’d been the daughter they wanted, if she’d ever had a chance to be close to her brother. but regret isn’t a language she lets herself speak. instead, she takes another drag, watches another wave crash, and lets it all slip away, lost to the rhythm of a life lived outside the lines.

mixtape.

⸻ all-american bitch by olivia rodrigo.
⸻ mardy bum by artic monkeys.
⸻ someday soon by harlem.
⸻ deceptacon by le tigre.
⸻ fill in the blank by car seat headrest.
⸻ take a bite by beabadoobee.
⸻ i can’t handle change by roar.

aesthetic.

⸻ short jean shorts & skirts,, tank tops,, messy bun,, hair clips on wild strands,, gold and chunky jewelry,, maximalist fashion,, ocean hair,, chipped nail polish,, weed pens and mangos,, sun kissed freckles,, small starfish necklace,, pencil eyeliner,, smudged mascara,, starfish flip flops,, dean winchester flannels over turtlenecks,, tan lines.

headcanons.

⋆ james is one of those "i love you guys so much" drunks, overly affectionate and clinging to the arm of anyone who lets her. dragging her to bed is especially difficult in this state, a giggly, childish mess.
mother
chen mei-ann,, forty-four,, co-owner at the family’s dry-cleaning shop,, alive,, mei-ann loves james fiercely, but it's a love that's been tempered by frustration and disappointment. when james was younger, mei-ann put immense pressure on her to excel, pushing her to embody every sacrifice she and her husband had made. after james's rebellion, mei-ann pulled back entirely, leaving a silent gap between them that’s filled with guilt, misunderstanding, and stubborn pride. though she keeps her distance now, there’s a part of her that wishes they could still be close. sometimes, when she looks at james across the dinner table, mei-ann’s eyes soften for just a second, only to harden again when james rolls her eyes.
father
gao james yong,, forty-eight,, co-owner at the family’s dry-cleaning shop,, alive,, james is strict but quieter than mei-ann, with a simmering disappointment that runs just under the surface. he doesn’t try to mold james anymore, instead redirecting his focus on her younger brother, though this shift isn’t lost on james. he’s a man of few words, and while he’s proud of the life he’s built, he sees james's disinterest in it as a slight against everything he’s worked for. he wishes he could reach her but lacks the language—both literal and emotional—to bridge the gap. when they talk, it’s often about work or school, and it always feels like he’s trying to keep it brief to avoid another fight.
brother
daniel "danny" gao,, fourteen,, student,, alive,, danny embodies both the resentment and rivalry of a younger sibling placed in his older sister’s shadow. unlike james, he tries to meet their parents’ expectations, excelling in school where she has long stopped caring; james sees him as both the golden child and a painful reminder of everything she doesn’t want to be. their relationship is tense, filled with snark and rolled eyes, but there’s an unspoken understanding between them—a shared bitterness toward the relentless demands of their parents. though she would never admit it, james sometimes envies his ability to slip into the role of the dutiful child while also feeling anger at his eagerness to take the place she fought to escape.
grandmother
ah-lam gao,, seventy-seven,, retired,, alive,, ah-lam is james's calm in the storm, her one steady connection to family, even if they speak mostly through gestures and glances. there’s a quiet understanding between them despite the language barrier; ah-lam’s mandarin is halting, and james's is nearly nonexistent, but somehow they understand each other just fine. watching soap operas and peeling mangoes together is their ritual, a wordless companionship where james feels genuinely seen. ah-lam sees james as a kindred spirit, stubborn and strong, though james doubts she’ll ever understand the life her grandmother left behind.
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THE CAMERA PERSON
💡 📷 💥
full name:
Heather Reilly Neilsen

nickname(s):
She chose the first name Heather but actually prefers to go by her second name, Reilly, because it's more unique and better suited to her image. Often shortened to Rei or Reills by close friends.

age and birthday:
24 years old, born March 23rd. Aries zodiac.

gender identity and pronouns:
Reilly was born with an intersex condition called Klinefelter syndrome, and was assigned male at birth and raised as such for several years by family. Since entering legal adulthood she now identifies as female and strongly prefers to use she/her pronouns.

sexual and romantic orientation:
Demi and pansexual. Physically attracted to all identities but more romantically inclined to femmes.


their role:
The camera person. Besides filming, she also does photography in which she shoots exclusively on film and does all of her own darkroom editing. Her gear is highly precious and invaluable to her so it's not too often she allows another person to handle any of it. She uses a Polaroid for most active/quick shooting purposes since it's the most convenient on the fly, but also has a multitude of other camera bodies and lenses to choose from. Her Nikon n55 and Pentax k1000 are her top go-to's.

how did they join the gang?:
First exposure was a flyer on the bulletin board of a favored local antique shop. From there she tracked the group to social media, and when an ad was posted detailing a need for a camera person (experienced or amateur didn't seem to matter so long as they were 💪brave💪) she applied, interviewed and easily won her spot within the group. She's known to be quite dreamy and impulsive with her art, certainly not afraid of getting close or intimate with danger if it helps her get the perfect shot.

are they sensitive to the paranormal?:
Innately, yes. This usually presents physically with raised hair and goosebumps, crawling skin, a sense of general unease, feeling a ‘presence’ even when no one is there. Too often she lacks the vocabulary to adequately express what she is feeling, but if one pays close enough attention they would easily notice Reilly is often one of the very first dominoes to fall. It probably helps that she’s in constant motion already–that tell-tale click and whir of her camera undoubtedly an ever-present soundtrack on the gang's adventures–but especially when she senses a new presence in the room she’ll often start documenting long before the others notice.

do they believe in the paranormal?:
Yes, of course. She’s never been one to deny the mystical or spiritual worlds. Always been fascinated by it, really.


strengths and weaknesses:
[ 👍 ] strong intuition;
[ 👍 ] great sense of timing and direction;
[ 👍 ] very detail-oriented;
[ 👍 ] smart and level-headed.

[ 👎 ] stumbles frequently into danger, too often unprepared to have to defend herself;
[ 👎 ] physically weak (see above if wondering why this might be problematic);
[ 👎 ] human doormat, but always her own harshest critic;
[ 👎 ] bit of an airhead honestly...

personality:
Very aesthetically motivated in the sense that she puts a lot of time, care and attention into her appearance and how she moves about the world/is perceived, but also that she's very highly motivated by things like fashion, art and (naturally) photography. Generally known for being quiet but has a strong/visceral desire for connection. She’s very sensitive to sights, smells, sounds, et cetera and has found she best perceives the world from behind a shield (through the lens of her camera) than so much without. She needs plenty of time to thoroughly absorb and digest her surroundings. She's incredibly neurodivergent, which in some ways makes her quicker to react and in others makes her slower. Doesn't really have a mean bone in her body, or at least not one that she knows how to actually use.

appearance:
5'10” with an exceptionally thin and wiry build. Despite being tall she is actually quite weak, and has long spindly limbs with knobby joints and fair skin that bruises much too easily. Her hair is long (past her shoulders), very full and dense, wavy in structure, and dark walnut brown in color. Her eyes are a stormy blue-gray. She's actually quite nearsighted and wears contacts to correct her vision. She gets all her clothes either online or from thrift shops.

body modifications / scars:
Has a number of small scars from childhood slips and falls but nothing too dramatic. Has her earlobes pierced and normally adorned with various cute/quirky earrings, as well as left industrial piercrd and fitted with a feathered-arrow barbell. She has one tattoo, a single poppy flower going up the center of her forearm starting right above her inner wrist.

history / backstory:
As a person born with an intersex condition, Reilly's first puberty didn't occur until several years later than most of her peers, and when it did finally come it wasn't at all what anyone expected. It was quite the ordeal getting her parents to admit that they had actually known about Reilly's condition since before her birth (opted for genetic testing due to mother's age), then later finding out that they had decided intentionally to not tell her was another huge shock to her system. Her parents have never been particularly warm or honest, but somehow grew even less so the more that Reilly began to understand and question about themselves was different. She had never really felt comfortable in a "male" body but it wasn't until she reached the age of legal adulthood that she finally had the opportunity to pursue exploration into the matter of her own identity.

Her parents are highly spiritual but not religious people, as in they believe in (“our lord and savior”) Jesus Christ but do not attend church and hardly know much of the actual Bible. Reilly herself is a pagan. She believes wholeheartedly in the mystical, spiritual and paranormal worlds–no matter how uncertain or inexplicable the circumstances–and claims to have had experiences with all three. She grew up feeling very isolated and separate from her peers, her family life itself was pretty lonely as she never could seem to live up to her parents’ expectations for her (least of all being their son). She spent far more time with her maternal grandmother who was also directly responsible for instilling Reilly's love of antiques and seeding her interest in film photography.

She was able to fit in as a mostly “normal” child for the first few years of early adolescence, but that all changed when the time for puberty arrived. While other boys were developing facial hair and building muscle, becoming more interested in cars, sex, girls, etc, Reilly remained more or less the same sweet kid, still very boyish, innocent and highly withdrawn. At the time they didn’t experience many notable changes beyond shooting up much, much taller and becoming generally more sensitive. As soon as their peers noticed, everything changed and it wasn't long before Reilly became the focus of nearly constant locker room harassment. She eventually was removed from public school and sent to private boarding school instead. Though necessary, this unfortunately cost her family a great deal of money, and they haven't ever really let her live that down.


likes/hobbies:
- long dresses and flowy skirts, tea with milk and honey, antique stores and thrift shops, long haired cats, old furniture, scrapbooking and collage, scented candles, herbal baths, crochet, puzzles.

dislikes/fears:
- driving in cars, loud noises, crowded places, big box malls, fast food, uncomfortable conversations (lol), changing in public, feeling too exposed, locker rooms, sports, gym rats.

habits:
- daydreaming, doodling with whatever pen and paper she can get her hands on, fidgeting if she doesn't have anything good to do with her hands, too much time on social media, lowkey hoarding

aroma:
Woodsy and botanical with hints of mild spice and citrus. Warm vanilla, chamomile, lemon-ginger, verbena and honey. She carries this aroma not because of any artificial scented fragrance use but rather because she drinks a lot of tea.

faceclaim:
Grace Hartzel
 
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Book Nerd.















full name

Rowan Beaumont






nickname(s)

Answer






age

22-26






birthday

tbd






gender/pronouns

Male | He/Him






sexuality

Gay + Poly


















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height/weight

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hair

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eyes

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Mods/scars

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aroma

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face/voice-claim

George Pomogisebe



































run boy run




woodkid











req.

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They call us dreamers,
But we're the ones who don't sleep.



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likes


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dislikes


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habits


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fears


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hobbies


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pers.

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birth



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part. 2



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relation





name here

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relation





name here

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relation





name here

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how did they join the gang?

examples include being friends with the founder or another member, being a former client now turned member, etc! if unsure, feel free to ask!






are they sensitive to the paranormal?

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do they believe in the paranormal?

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strengths

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weaknesses

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headcanons

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hist.

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