Realistic or Modern Street Life | Character Sheets

Qwertycakes · Jul 5, 2023

$treet Life

smog isn't blue, someone shoulda warned you

♡coded by uxie♡

Y'all know the drill. Go nuts! The more descriptive, the better.
Please be sure to include your character's occupation, physical description, a brief history, and any other info you deem pertinent!

tamarapasek · Jul 6, 2023

elena ferrari

# the feisty single mother

#ludovica martino

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leanna gallinger

#the precocious freshie

# kiernan shipka

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corazon jimenez

#the cynical mama bear

# kathryn bernardo

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mayan jimenez

# the bubbly dreamer

# maris racal

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wilhemina jimenez

# the oddball people pleaser

# liza soberano

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josephine kingston

# the jaded child-star

# natalia dyer

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ashley park

# the mischievous gremlin

# lexi underwood

♡coded by uxie♡

neverbackdown · Jul 7, 2023

There prob will be more and still slight wips for songs histories

Brianna Carter
The Belladonnas
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full name
Brianna Carter
nicknames
Bri / B
age
25
date of birth
24th July
gender
Female
sexuality
Bisexual
Occupation
Dealer//Soldier
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height & weight
5'2 and 112lbs
hair
Long naturally curly dark brown hair with stand-out light pink highlights.
eyes
Dark brown eyes
physique
She has a small frame, light brown skin, and almond-shaped, brown eyes.
style
Quite tomboyish by design, She tends to choose more comfortable outfits that she can easily run or fight in. Has a love for all things plaid and leather jackets are a must. She normally wears a beanie.
modifications
Both ears are pierced.Bellybutton is also pierced.
face claim
Vanessa Morgan
Fake Fine
Robert Grace
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Feeling powerful, reading, crime stories, drugs, alcohol, parties, being right, sunsets, the beach, thunderstorms, fights, dancing, nightclubs,

dislikes
the police, being told what to do/what not to do, the colour orange, being underestimated, sexist pigs, racists, the government, politics,

personality
Brianna is a darkly humorous, apathetic, cynical "conscientious objector" with a quick temper and a lot of secrets.

She's crafty, intelligent, the type of girl to always have a trick up her sleeve. She can have a quick and impatient temper especially if someone annoys her or is seen to be incompetent.

Brianna is extremely street smart with a high level of confidence in herself and her abilities. She is brave, courageous and will never back down from a fight. Her worst nightmare is appearing weak. Due to being a girl, she feels she has to work hardier and act stronger to be taken seriously.

She can be extremely skeptical of new people but once she warms up to you you will have made a friend for life.

Brianna knows how to let go and have fun especially around her friends, she's always up for a party and is the person who you can call at 3am and know that she will be down for whatever crazy adventure you have lined up. She believes in living life to the fullest and wants to make memories. "Live fast die pretty" is her motto.

Don't let the niceness fool you tho, if you cross her Brianna can be extremely unforgiving and harsh.

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coded by natasha.
Isabel Lopez
Los Sureños
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full name
Isabel Lopez
nicknames
n/a
age
29
date of birth
6th December
gender
Female
sexuality
Pansexual
Occupation
Nightclub Owner/Consigliere
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height & weight
5'5 and 119lbs
hair
Long naturally straight dark brown hair
eyes
Piercing hazel eyes.
physique
Isabel stands at average height yet gives of the impression of being smaller. She has a slim yet athletic figure.
style
She can be quite dressy but her style completely depends on what she is doing at that time.
modifications
Both ears are pierced.
face claim
Ana de Armas
Fake Fine
Robert Grace
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Horror movies, parties, socialising, working, cocktails, white wine, guns, having a position of power

dislikes
being underestimated, being told no, true crime documentaries (they just dont get it right), thunderstorms, overly emotional people,

personality
Isabel is normally known for being calm and collected. She is very efficient in high stress situations as she thinks quickly without breaking a sweat. She is extremely versatile, mysterious, and ferociously dangerous if you are against her.

She is fearless, as well as stoic, efficient, cunning, intelligent, and unpredictable. She does not normally show any fear whatsoever in the face of any danger. She is extremely ruthless and will happily fight a grown man with her bare hands and will not let anyone walk over her. If you are in the wrong, she will let you know.

She can come across as quite standoffish initially but it just takes her some time to warm up to people. Trust and loyalty are extremely important to her and once you gain them she will protect you with her life. If you break them, well she may just take your life....

Isabel does have a softer side deep deep down and only those she holds close will see it.

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TBD
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Riley Johnson
The Rebellious Free Spirit
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full name
Riley Johnson
nicknames
n/a
age
17
date of birth
25th November
gender
Female
sexuality
Pansexual
Occupation
Student/Tattoo artist apprentice
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height & weight
5'2 and 99 lbs
hair
Long naturally straight black hair normally worn a little messy in a "I woke up like this way"
eyes
Piercing blue eyes illuminated by the black eyeliner she refuses to leave the house without
physique
Riley stands below average height at 5'2 with a slim yet slightly athletic build
style
Riley has always been quite tomboyish in her style usually picking comfort above all else.
modifications
She's literally a walking sketchbook has been building her tattoo collection, thanks to her older brother, since she was 16. Also has a septum piercing and both ears pierced. She has a few scars but they're mostly hidden by her tattoos. Arms legs
face claim
Nonsalemwitch on instagram (Claire Estabrook)
You call me a Bitch like its a bad thing
Halestorm
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likes
Parties, alcohol, drugs, smoking, art, drawing, doodles, tattoos, thunderstorms, the rain, graveyards (they relax her), exploring new places especially old and abandoned places (even better if there's a haunted story to it), horror films, swimming, the woods, animals, murder mysteries.

dislikes
Dark chocolate, heights, being bored, being told what to do or alternatively what not to do, clowns, her father, romantic movies, PDA, cheaters, being lied to

Fears
Heights, dark and enclosed spaces, that she's not really wanted/unloveable, that everything is her own fault

Skills
self-defence, climbing, sneaking around/moving around without being heard (height and weight play into this)

Wishes/Dreams
To be a tattoo artist

personality

Riley is rebellious and alluring. She is brave and doesnt back down from a fight. She's spontaneous and tends to act on a whim leaving the consequences of her actions to be thought about/dealt with at a later stage.

Riley can be most accurately described as Free. She doesn't care for other peoples opinions or what other people think of her and so living her life how she chooses to.

She is an atsy kind of person and tends to express her emotions through tattoing her skin or doodling in her sketchpad.

Riley is extremely stubborn and once her mind is made up it can be hard to talk her out of it. She can be pretty skeptical towards new people due to past experiences, she is slow to trust but once she does you will have her extremely loyalty. Trust and loyalty are very important to her and if you break them, you may never get it back. She can go from your best friend to your worst nightmare in seconds if you cross her.

Riley is a partier and chooses to live life to the fullest, the way she see's it is that her time to have fun is now before shes older and has responsibilities, her motto is "Live Fast, Die Pretty" and the proof is in the way she lives her life. Many people have commented on the fact that Riley acts as though she has a death wish, but Riley has never looked that far into her decisions.

She is a great listener and can be just as good at giving advice. She's caring, passionate and would do anything for her friends, even if it meant putting herself in danger.

Riley gives of the persona of being carefree and easy just cruising through life and taking each day at a time. However she's not as care free as she wants people to believe.

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History
Riley's mother was a doting, passionate artist and mother. She was loving, kind and loved her kids with everything she had unfortunately she died when Riley was 6 and most of what Riley knows about her mother is what she has been told by her brother, Oli. Riley's father withdrew himself from his children after their mother died and the siblings tend to blame their father for what happened, after all it was because of his dodgy gambling and lack of ability to pay debts that got their mother killed in the first place.Riley and Oli have basically had to fend for themselves since their mother died, while Oli, being 5 years older, essentially took over the father role of Riley , Riley still did her best to help out where she could and the two are a very close duo.

Their fathers gambling never stopped and got worse after their mothers passing, he also began to drink heavily and continues to plummet himself into more debt with even more dangerous men. Throughout her life, Riley has dealt with break ins, attempted kidnappings and other stuff which has caused her hard exterior and tough nature.

When Oli turned 16 he began working in a tattoo parlor as an apprentice and quickly became an established artist with high reviews. He moved out shortly after and took Riley with him.
coded by natasha.
Emmy Gallagher
Mama Bear
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full name
Emily Gallagher
nicknames
Emmy/Em
age
24
date of birth
3rd April
gender
Female
sexuality
Heterosexual
Occupation
Waitress at the Diner
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height & weight
5'8 and 119lbs
hair
Long brown hair with natural wave to it. She tends to have her hair down or in a messy bun.
eyes
Deep judging brown eyes.
physique
She has olive skin and dark brown eyes. Naturally slim and tall.
style
Usually wears form fitting clothes. Usually hand me down or what she can afford, she doesn't wear designer that's for sure.
modifications
Both ears are pierced.
face claim
Emmy Rossum
Fake Fine
Robert Grace
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Her siblings, alcohol, drugs (in moderation), cigarettes, parties, woodland,

dislikes
her parents, obnoxious people, talking about her past, the fact that she didn't finish school, feeling like a failure

personality
Emmy is tough, scrappy, determined, resourceful and not afraid to get into a fight. She is a survivor and no matter what challenge they fall into, Emmy will always find a way to get it done. She is very protective over her family having basically raised them as her own since she was a kid herself, due to this she is extremely self-reliant and in most respects mature for her age. She is extremely reliable and is always there for the people she cares about and will do anything for them.

Emmy struggles with self-esteem issues. She's short-tempered due to stress, often so tired and overworked that she neglects to brush her hair or get adequate sleep. She hides her more sensitive side underneath her tough, confident exterior; it's difficult for her to ask for help.

Emmy can be quite spontaneous and impulsive and doesn't always appear to have her own best interests in heart. She makes impulsive choices which can lead to her getting hurt. While she can give some great advice and is an amazing listener, she doesn't follow her own advice.

While Emmy is responsible and somewhat mature , she also is only 24 and sometimes needs to let loose and act like someone her own age. She enjoys having a drink with her friends and hitting the clubs or house parties. She is the life of the party once she gets going and is always up for a fun time

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Emmy is the first born child of Charles and Fiona Gallagher. She is the main carer for the Gallagher household since her mother left when Emmy was 12 years old. Her father is an alcoholic drug user and is never really around. He pops in now and again but mostly to rob from them or to hide from people he owes money too. Fiona does not have a great relationship with her father, however, she does take care of him at times, like dragging him in from the yard when he has passed out. She dropped out of school at 15 to provide for the family and has been working low paying jobs ever since.
coded by natasha.
Jimmy Gallagher
The Bratva
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full name
James Gallagher
nicknames
Jimmy / Gallagher
age
21
date of birth
5th August
gender
Male
sexuality
Heterosexual
Occupation
Mechanic/Driver (Gang)
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height & weight
5'5 and 120lbs
hair
Brown messy hair.
eyes
Mesmerizing blue eyes
physique
muscular, average height.
style
Uusally comfy clothes, not overly stylish.
modifications
Some tattoos
face claim
Jeremy Allan White
Fake Fine
Robert Grace
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His siblings, alcohol, drugs, cigarettes, parties, cars, all thing electrical, going for joyrides and long scenic drives,

dislikes
his parents, his sister following in his footsteps, broccoli, the colour orange

personality
Jimmy is extremely intelligent like his sister Kenzie, . Despite his intelligence Jimmy can be very irresponsible and self-sabotaging. He doesn't really think things through sometimes and often gets into trouble just for the sake of it and failing to think out the consequences. He is a bit of a loner.

Jimmy is somewhat self-destructive and when things seem to be going too well, he has a tendency to destroy any chance he has. Its almost like he doesn't believe that good things can be happening for him or that he is unworthy in some way. He tended to rebel against social norms when he was younger, but appears a bit more grounded since leaving for college.

Jimmy is fiercely protective of those closest but especially of his two sisters, Emmy and Kenzie. He knows that they can handle themselves however and tries to give them the chance to do so but god help anyone who hurts them. He is extremely loyal and a good friend to have in your corner.

Like his sisters, Jimmy is not one to back down from a fight and once challenged there is no stopping him. He can be a bit standoffish at first but can be a pretty sweet guy if you get to know him.

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Jimmy is the middle child of the Gallagher household and the only male. He is very protective over his siblings and helped Emmy to raise Kenzie as kids.
coded by natasha.
Kenzie Gallagher
The Bratva
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full name
Mackenzie Gallagher
nicknames
Kenzie/Kenz
age
16
date of birth
6th June
gender
Female
sexuality
Heterosexual
Occupation
Student/Drug Runner
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height & weight
5'5 and 120lbs
hair
Long brown hair naturally straight
eyes
Doe like blue eyes with a troubling glint always present
physique
She has olive skin and dark brown eyes. Naturally slim and tall.
style
Form fitting clothes. Usually hand me downs
modifications
Both ears are pierced.
face claim
Kaya Scodelario
Fake Fine
Robert Grace
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Her siblings, alcohol, drugs, cigarettes, parties, camping, swimming,

dislikes
her parents, herself sometimes, being alone, being told what to do, feeling left out, crowds of people, school, homework,

personality
Kenzie like her sister is tough, scrappy and is not afraid to get into a fight. She is resourceful and determined and hates the idea of asking for help. She puts on cold front and can come across as quite harsh and uncaring. She is sarcastic, stubborn and can at times put herself before other people. She has her feeling stashed away and is unimpressed with people who tend to wear their hearts on their sleeve.

Kenzie is rebellious, manipulative, alluring and highly cunning. She goes after what she wants and has no problem using her body or words to get it. Once her mind is set on something she will try anything for it. She is spontaneous and impulsive and lives her life quite reckless, giving very little regard for herself or any consequences that may arise.

Kenzie is a partier and chooses to live life to the fullest. She is always up for an adventure and enjoys going out with her friends.

Kenzie is brutally honest and trust is very important to her, once broken you will not get this back. She is not someone you want on your badside.
While to the outside world, Kenzie seems cold and harsh, she is a good friend to have and would do anything for those she holds close. She is a good listener and can be just as good at giving advice, having gained this trait from her sister. She puts on the facade of being the mean girl with no empathy but deep down, locked away in a little box there is a somewhat broken girl bursting with emotions if someone was lucky enough to open the box.

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Kenzie is the baby of the family. The youngest child of Fiona and Charles Gallagher and the younger sister of Emily. Kenzie does not really remember her mother as she left with Kenzie was only 6 years old. Kenzie doesn't really have a relationship with her father, finding the man to just be some drunk who lodges in their house for free at times. Kenzie was basically raised by her sister, Emily and has a great relationship with her.
coded by natasha.
Katerina Milyukov
The Bratva
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full name
Katerina Milyukov
nicknames
Kat,
age
27
date of birth
6th October
gender
Female
sexuality
Bisexual
Occupation
Car Dealership Owner / Mechanic
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height & weight
5'6 and 130lbs
hair
Long dark brown hair. Naturally straight but normally worn in curls.
eyes
Piercing blue eyes.
physique
Kat stands around average height at 5'6. She has a medium to slim build.
style
Her style isn't really her style. Kat purposely chooses her clothes on how she wished to be viewed. Powerful and a boss. Her clothes are normally business attire and quite dressy/girly.
modifications
Ears are pierced.
face claim
Elizabeth Gillies
Fake Fine
Robert Grace
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Wine, Bourbon, drugs (in the right scenarios) her brothers, cars (admiring or fixing them just anything to do with them), music, dancing,

dislikes
The police, her father, being underestimated, being told what to do or what not to do, romcoms, PDA,

personality
Kat is extremely intelligent both in business and social ways. She is cunning, sly and extremely manipulative thanks to her charismatic aura and her skill with wordplay. Kat knows what she wants and goes after it regardless of the circumstances or who she has to take down in her way.

Being female was always seen as a disadvantage in the life she was born into and while she did have her brothers to look out for her, Kat quickly came to realise that she had to fight for respect and to have a voice with other people. It was from this realisation that the confidant, brash and unapologetic persona comes from. Kat is extremely tough and versatile, she will never back down from a fight and has no issue with getting her hands dirty in the process. She is extremely independant and hates appearing weak or having to ask for help from anyone. She is very stubborn and once she has something in mind it is extremely difficult to talk her out of it. Kat is extremely sarcastic which can at times make her seem cold and off putting.

Kat can be quite impulsive and rash at times, while she tends to try and stay calm and calculated, sometimes a scenario calls for a quick brash action and Kat is not afraid to be the one to "pull the trigger" as they say. Having been extremely rebellious and reckless in her youth, Kat seems to have evened out a bit as she aged (or she just got better at not getting caught).

Kat can come across as quite cold at first but that is just the mask she holds. To people that actually know her, Kat is a kind hearted, caring girl with a good heart. She does what she needs to to survive and thrive in her world. Kat is extremely charismatic and the life of the party. She enjoys letting her hair down and having a good time and just letting go.

While she is riddled with trust issues, it can take some time for you to gain her trust but once you do she will love you and protect you unconditionally. She is extremely protective of those she holds closest to her.

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LooneyLani · Jul 8, 2023

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name

Faith Eloise Carson

nickname

Eloise, Fae, Fate, Eli, Boss Lady

age

31

date of birth

12th March

place of birth

Los Angeles

gender

Cisfemale.

Association

Belladonnas

Occupation

Owner of Little Joys baker; while functioning as a normal bakery, it is also used to launder money for the Belladonnas and as a way to sell some very illegal products.

Sexuality

Pansexual

Languages

English, French, Spanish, and basic Russian

Living Situation

Lives in Skidrow

visage

height

170cm (5'7")

physique

Slender and toned, has natural curves

hair

Usually cascades in natural waves down her spine, though she tucks the long locks up into an adorably messy bun when she works

eyes

Striking green, sometimes blue, with hazel flecks

other features

She has noticeably sharp features softened by kind eyes, and twin dimples when she smiles

body mods

Her ears have an assortment of earrings at all times, and she has a small number of very carefully concealed fine-line tattoos, at one point in her youth she had a lip ring but the scar has long since healed

face claim

Alycia Debnam-Carey

personality alignment - chaotic good

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word wall

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history

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LooneyLani · Jul 8, 2023

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name

Isaac Sun-Hee Lee

nickname

Sunny, Kitty, Angel

age

22

date of birth

15th September

place of birth

Adelaide, South Australia

gender

Cismale.

Association

No gang-affiliation

Occupation

Bartender, and a volunteer nurse for the hospital

Sexuality

Pansexual

Languages

English, Korean, ASL, and basic Spanish

Living Situation

Lives in Skidrow

visage

height

171cm (5'7")

physique

Slender and toned, rocking that 6 pack

hair

Changes constantly depending on what length he's grown it to. It usually curls softly and is fluffy, at a slightly longer length. He does most prefer when it's long enough to tie in a half-up, half-down ponytail

eyes

Deep warm chocolate brown

other features

Most notable is the splattering of freckles across his sharp cheekbones and over the bridge of his nose. Sometimes he covers them with makeup when he feels self-conscious.

body mods

Numerous, ever changing ear piercings on either side. A small number of fine tattoos in easy-to-cover places, and most recently a tongue piercing.

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Felix Lee

personality alignment - neutral good

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love language

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船井蓮

THE KLEPTO.

Full Name

Funai Ren

Nicknames

Just Ren

Gender

He/Him

age

Twenty-Four

JOB

VARIED PAWNBROKER

DOB

OCTOBER 28TH
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I CAN'T MANSPLAIN MANIPULATE MANWHORE MY WAY OUT OF THIS.

appearance

height

5'10"
(177cm)

weight

185lbs (84kg)

hair c.

Dark Brown

eye c.

Dark brown

Hair

Splayed loose like a cat o’ nine tails, leather black and insidious as they come; Ren’s hair heeds not for the decree of organisation. Garnished androgyny coats shoulders to fringe ribs, and those with an appeal to touch will be met with a curt slap on the hand and a warning of, paws off.

Eyes

Molten amber beneath the sun, irises don a shade of Cimmerian ink. Almost impenetrable by light, there is a quality of ravine-deep opia to his stare: invasive and impassive. Oil pools emulate that which glitters in his grasp, but the lack of any complex thought behind those lashes is a short-lived secret.

Build

Sturdier than height first suggests, Ren is broad shouldered, stocky, yet cuts a lean figure. Regrettably appears taller from a distance. Height is a mindset, he encapsulates this.

Scars

Consequences of childhood delight and trying to pat something he shouldn’t: Grandmother's cruel Bichon Frise located an ankle and delivered the blow.

A bottle of liquor as brutal collateral for a mouthy remark. Blood tasting lager, the lip scar stands testament to combative history.
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Modifications

None, but after a few martinis he has a habit of asking for earrings. As of yet, people have been wise not to fulfil his intoxicated requests.

Distinguishing

Cutting a silhouette of scrappy ink, disavowing gaze is as icy as northern wind. A natural expression that strips warmth and emits short-tempered disinterest, strangers are prone to deducting he must be an immoral ruffian. Appears threatening, is usually harmless.

Androgynous attributes often provoke whispers of tall woman or feminine man? These situations are settled by the blunt approach of lifting his shirt to flash his chest at them. He lacks rational thinking.

Face-claim

90's Atsushi Sakurai

personality

Traits

Greedy, brash, dishonest, demanding, victimizing, rowdy, scrappy, noncommittal, melodramatic, pedantic, bold, determined, excitable, materialistic, foodie, plucky, spontaneous, charming, giving, sacrificial & independent.

In Detail

Ugly intentions dressed in pretty hues and spun in a tango of take, take, take, Ren lives in a love language borne of deception and magpie fascination. Searing the flesh of hands and burning salty blemish into tongue, greed with no satiation.

But desire is a slow strain of decay. Wants sharing the same mantelpiece as needs, belonging together like cast rings of old lovers. Nothing distinguishes the two when of poor origin. Anything wanted was a need, and as such, indulgence was ill-fated sin. Lowered into a half-animal state, gross rapacity spools from fingers in fulfilment of materialistic appetite. His hunger has always been a taking, eating for the abyss of absence. Dormant in the regolith of bones like cold kerosene waiting for flintlock ignition, Ren is still to find out how to stave this gluttony.

For compensation he’ll be anything for anyone. Mild fisted demure or a foul-mouthed tempest; profit is his father, and Ren is loyal in honouring him daily.

Scorched by carmine scrape and watercolour bruise, injury surprises nobody, paints him as an instigator poking bears and receiving a well-deserved mauling in return. Hosting a temper that is no secret, Ren; 蓮 Water Lily, is carved not from lotus petal flesh but something rough-hewn and carnivorous. A nervous dog turned rabid with a nettle-lined heart, anger proves to be self-imposed medication for hurt, forgetting that survival is no longer surging forward on instinct or fear, not an incising hunger unable to be cinched; that living is no longer desperation or clawing hands through bins.

This childhood seeps habit in distilled dregs, incapable of lying dormant.

Family blueprint leaking salience, he’s all but resigned himself to tradition: a mother's trust issues and father's fear of commitment that sink to arctic marrow depths. Intimacy is frightening, sentimentality is a weakness, and affection is an iron shackle shaped for the thick of the throat; an attractive leash with only so much to give before it chokes. Plagued by fear of being owned, by god, career, partner or place, by anyone or anything but himself, Ren has only ever wanted to bite down hard on anything offered to his hothouse mouth. No hand, not even those that feed him, are safe from his wilderness.

He has curled himself to the shape of people he once knew, pieces of them he carries in his voice, his mannerisms, humour. The need to imbue fractures with others was to acknowledge there were absences, but it was his stubbornness speaking, perhaps pride, that thought he was above needing anyone at all.

Pulled by an undercurrent of risk, speech and action are all too easy in lapsing into disaster. Impulsive, he’ll take what is given and take what he can steal. Red-flag arrows bitten between teeth, its usage to ward off predators or bait in prey are uncertain— even to himself— for there is charm to his antics, gestures and nicknames that err on affection. Sauternes sweetness uncharacteristic for a man of his own self-interest, whimsical playfulness blurs the dissection of fact or fiction.

In that denial lies the unspoken testament to his gravitation for company; a matching phone charm, a tupperware of nefarious cooking, a peeled fruit placed into hand. Someone who desires intimacy plagued not with history or labels, only to have a place to melt when tired of being cold— if just for a moment. Known to crack and crawl away from warmth when attachment grows molasses and sticks tar to skin, he dares not be viewed as a trinket, save relationships are left as nothing more than scoured veins.

An insecure narcissist who cares not for politesse daggers, a brash yet smooth-talking stray who collects blood in palm by biting moons from nervous fingernails, it’s a paradox of needing unconditional loyalty yet unequivocal freedom that becomes his fatal, fearful garotte.

Habits

Fixation on nails when nervous. Digging into palm, tapping, picking or chewing at the skin around them.

Starting fights he can't win, then pulling a power move of calling them a coward while running away.

Holding everyday items like a weapon. Mildly threatening for absolutely no reason.

Too superstitious. Nervous of the number four. It’s the death number.

Skills

Addition & subtraction. Gemology. Hotwiring old vehicles. ~~Stealing~~. Being disarming in conversation. Charming in a "villain's incapable henchman" type way where you know he's up to no good but he's still somehow likeable.

Fears

Drowning, horror films, clowns, happy people, ghosts, demons, dead things, unlucky numbers, mimes, dying, needles, black magic, children, anything relatively creepy.

likes

Money, hot chocolate, bubble-baths, glitter pens, animals, sunlight, phone-charms, milk-pudding, jewellery, naps, martinis, food, markets, heights, cooking shows, compliments, bugs, cars, driving, homemade things.

dislikes

Crowds, horror films, blue, liars, apologising, being cold, rain, books, cleaning, deep water, Halloween, commitment, pretentious words, wealthy people, blondes, Elvis (he's scary).

history

VOL. ONE: BEREAVE

Created down at the heel, deprivation raised him.

Rat-nest hair and barefooted, wounds of poverty left a muggy smear of need. Household artwork of stains and holes embellished in walls; crooked peeling of wallpaper akin to crêpe skin. When monsters in the dark are black mould sticking soft, breathing wet to corners of the room, music the tendering of men’s shoes— devilled hooves, sneaking across floorboards to a door splashed in dawn light, one learns not to value art in the world.

Narrow-eyed and headstrong, hacking asthma spattered with slush, lips slicked fire and ice, poverty spoke of misery. Nibbling like a flea, rice mashed in watered down tuna cajoled into a fighting mouth by mother's determined hand.

A matriarch like a film star beauty, rouge lipped and stashing prison letters in the bottom of her makeup case; Ren's father spoke from behind a partition of manganese steel bars, written words she’d pore over like an expanse of gold after downing butter-yellow highballs. Cold-eyed Scheherazade with nothing tender for her part-time boyfriends: love was an ingredient, weak and devourable.

Picking hair from meat dropped on the living room floor, cutting mould from stale bread, survival and small delights felt only in shame. Longing for vinegary mint dousing Easter lamb, spiced rice and grapefruit ice instead of bone froth and animal remnant, he takes crumpled bills and smoothes them into tidy stacks, cleansing them of history in preparation for a future. Goose-down bed, propped on a pillow with Sencha tea and an ivory bowl of apricot fruit. Owner of a chateau, dreams can become cancerous in their vividness. Invading every inch in an ache of conquest, little conqueror fascinated by jewellery noosed to the bend of swan-like necks, hands prying at anything that gleamed.

A school of forty names, what do you want to be when you’re older?

Rich.

Zealous, Ren would burn himself fleshless and skeletal to keep coals alight. Brought to his knees for what he wants, boasting accolades of bruised knuckles and split lips so long as victory comes morning like new sacrament. Driven to fever-point madness, unwavering determination is ingrained in his very being.

Painfully rich.

VOL. TWO: SUSTAIN

Vermin tripping over crumpled bodies of laundry, blunt scissors hacking ink shocks of hair to the kitchen floor; trials of high-school spent speaking the universal language of Go Away and hiding behind classrooms to thumb a knife under tangerine skin.

Having a creature of habit for a son, the well-rehearsed play would repeat with every man who’d made their way into his mother’s life; step-dads never found credence with an intemperate Ren. He remembers the first, in a house coated with sepia light and stewing in smokey film. Held by hollow walls and draft swept floorboards, sickness would seep from the door frame to stoke the sting of a replacement father.

He asks his mom to leave them.

She says no.

By the third, he knew this phenomenon. Grew tired of its pattern, allocating scraps of fondness in inevitable disappointment only to watch them walk out the door months later. Reared on detachment, nurtured by discomfort, cells swarmed bitter with venom of acedia.

It sat with him quietly, most days, the resentment he’d tend like a well-fed animal.

It sat with him loudly, the day he packed his things and left home for the first time.

Fresh beginnings became the only way to wrap hands around his heart and breathe new life into it.

He had never been good at poring over textbooks or working shifts nine till five. Hegemony never bode well for those that value freedom, a burn that Icarus and his crude waxen wings would find familiar.

But unlike son of Daedalus, Ren chose to forsake light and warmth for the price of faraway travels. Strange, how uncomfortable he grew with happiness, fearing the slow decay a stable job or relationship could— no, would invoke. He began to brace for a pull of that phantom cord, the leash taut at throat, or a drip of hot wax down his arm in caution; he'd grown too familiar with domesticity and sun-hot skin.

Amid new tension borne of impatient stagnancy, it would begin small. An itch that something wasn’t quite right; a stranger to the oregano leaves he planted during spring on his kitchen window, strained cups of sencha tea and bakery bread left cold on porcelain dishes, milk of speech sour in his mouth. He was a stranger in his own household. An incurable disease, a total aberration.

Small issues burrowed like worms into rotting woodwork until taking flight devoured daily thought. It was only a matter of time before the magpie collected its treasures in hook and beak, snapped at hands that reached, and departed for samsara.

There was medicine in burying himself six-feet underground, hair saturated from untimely weather as the subway train rattled over rodents and littered trash. Wet eyes conflicted with fingers deleting a eulogy of contacts; reincarnation did not come cheap, and it was easier to disappear without call or explanation. He is a ghost of abandoned connections, haunted by missed calls and angry voicemails never to be played. Known to leave a violent meteor trail of strife and massacred relationships, Ren is making yet another effort to settle and stay in line.

But there’s a natural instinct to cowardly flee from fallout of his own creation, or the fear of leaving claw marks in everything good he has ever touched.

VOL. THREE: NOW

Even now, grown, feral things find places to rest; taut, smoke-strewn apartment buildings. Cesspool of despair, tenants marred with loss and needle-point hobbies. An unholy Eden of the damned that dangles unattainable happiness over the gaping mouths of starving livestock.

Each morning he’d wrestle up the vertical slide window to climb out onto the fire escape; a beggar’s balcony to exhume smoke and lock eyes with a squirrel perched on a dumpster lip. There’d been no point pretending to dodge nostalgia, seeing those above when living in the silt of the food-chain. Looking up with obsidian, watching an unhinged deity flare glutton lungs like black dahlia. Pitied hand would toss a slice of multigrain bread over the railing and watch it scramble to pick from the damp pavement.

Survival was the deadliest inspiration, epicentre of desire.

Perched like a demigod of thieves, both amusing and recalcitrant is the pawnbroker’s bargaining, steeped with charm usually estranged from a store such as this, Ren leaves visitors with an aftertaste they can’t quite define.

Enigmatic does he laze himself, willow spine slumped in chair with shoes kicked up on the counter. Features carved by red neon signage, he watches like a tabby fascinated by morning songbird, the type to return in the maw of teeth with their necks twisted come the dip of sun beneath basin sky. Dabbles in the regular, runaway teens trying to scrape a bus fare together with trinkets and baubles, an addict pawning a wedding ring that he swears he’ll buy back next week, a single mother with a bad credit score needing grocery funds.

But things can disappear to and from with such ease in a store like this, and loans aren’t all that passes through Ren’s hands.

His curiosity is subtle, ludic and feather-light for what items can weigh upon the counter. A paper bag of jewellery pilfered from whereabouts unknown, a bowie knife no doubt recently sheathed into the body of another, a barrelled instrument of murder, still smoking and coated with sanguine retribution.

Ren can strike a deal as easy as a match, extend his services a sentence past his job description; locksmithing, gemology, crime, disposal of property— he should know better than to touch, plays with the fire of it all anyway. Accepts a wad of bills stuffed into his pocket and shoos the visitor from his sight.

Jack of many trades, master of none, a multifaceted individual of quandary morals; rest assured customers are to be sweet talked and most likely scammed by this charmingly droll gemologist. He’ll buy the stolen necklaces without prying— granted authenticity passes his trained eye and he can undersell its value —dispose of a carmine knife or crowbar— if the price proves to be satisfactory for such taxing work (woe is him),— and might even pick open a safe or two— only after he’s promised half (yes, half) the payout. If there’s value to be found, this whimsical New Yorker will find a way.

Yet he remains uncertain whether to continue this path of opportunity, or seize what he can and burn it all down. He’d been nothing from the beginning, and even now as he catches ink pupils in decanter glass and polished diamond, there’s doubt if rusted iron can ever be minted in gold.

MISC

Headcanons

➢ Takes it personally when he can't just charm his way out of problems. Will flirt his way to success. If that doesn't work, bash their skull in with a mallet.

➢ His credible source is that he made it the fuck up.

➢ "I never did that." but he very much did that.

➢ Knows he’s a poor liar, so settles for giving half truths. The Majesty of Pedantics when it comes to withholding context or avoiding important details.

➢ Loves tacky phone charms. Has a collection, and may give some to friends so they can match.

➢ Calls everyone 'Toots' or a nickname influenced by their appearance or first interaction. Heavy Brooklyn accent which startles most.

➢ Part-time Vegetarian. Eats meat when nobody is around to catch him. He can have a little salami.

➢ Surprisingly good with kids once he gets over the “why the fuck is it staring at me” stage.

➢ Peels fruit for people he likes. Would be more wholesome if it wasn’t just him nudging an apple slice against someone’s mouth until they are forced to eat it. This is his love language please just eat the fuckign fruit.

➢ Seems dumb, but most of his knowledge is about really obscure things that never come up in conversation. Yes, he can recall every episode of the Great British Bake off. No, he cannot spell thesaurus. Yes, he can speak about the chemical composition and internal crystal structure of any gemstone. No, he doesn’t think salmonella is real.

➢ Has had so many jobs it’s bordering ridiculous. This noncommittal flaw, however, has given him surface level understanding in many different careers.

➢ “Would you like me if I was a bee” but genuinely offended if the answer is no. Repeats one week later with "what about if I was a slug".

➢ Can’t spell or write for shit. He can, however, add and subtract at creepy speeds. Nascar has nothing on his ability to count a stack of bills.

➢ Brought up in a cold house, asthma flare-ups aren't uncommon during winter.

➢ Accuse him of anything and he’ll say you’re gaslighting him. As of yet, this tactic hasn't proved useful against police.

➢ Can’t cook to save his life, but enjoys trying to make meals. Watches a lot of culinary shows which (unfortunately) inspire him.

➢ “Everyone be fucking QUIET my mom is calling ))):< !!” Will pause horrible bastard deeds just to answer his phone with the most deceitful, “hi mama♡” known to mankind.

➢ Watches horror films with a strategic hand over his eyes.

➢ Can cry on command, uses this to make people look bad. It is poorly executed.

➢ After alcohol he is a Karaoke king. Stand aside Mariah.

➢Has “your friend’s 8 year old brother who obviously has a crush on you” vibes cause he’s just kind of weird.

➢Completely unknown what kind of shit is gonna come out of his mouth. Will he be nice? Will he say the most downright atrocious thing you’ve ever heard? Will he offend your ancestors? Literal walking landmine.

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Is it worth it?
To let love ruin you?

I think so.

HAYDEN

FRAZIER

full name

Hayden Frazier

AKA

Hayley, Dude, Bro

age

22

Gender

Closeted Fluid

Pronouns

They/He/She

Job

Hospital Janitor

THE THERAPIST

Foreign Air

01.

visage

H & W

5'11" (180cm) + 160lbs (72kg)

hair

Pine shadows splayed effervescent, Hayden bears a scion crown of delirium. Soft roils unkempt and pronged like halo, on special occasions they’re scrunched into curls with neem oil and shea butter, or tied back when feeling particularly virile. Woolly bangs remain to be the carnal aftermath of bathroom-barber impulse.

eyes

Topaz capped in caramel melt, their gaze is syrup sweet and equally as mellow. A gaze like pudding, all brown-sugar and zero nutritional value, there’s not much activity behind those glass panes.

Build

Toned yet lanky, their structure is of spindle limbs and graceless posture. Victim to conflict in how they feel towards their chassis, there are days where Hayden would like nothing more than to be a ship of Theseus, replace every segment with something new.

Distinguishing

This aimless shapeshifter ravages cosmetic and impulse alike, letting versions of themself live and die in tandem with their mood. Bleeding indigo in a concoction of blues and pinks, their wavering preference with gender expression is never stagnant, at least when away from others' eyes. There’s potent shame in it, being seen, having the courage to bend which way or that, and nowadays Hayden only feels safe to explore this in the safety of solitude.

Sacred geometry, Hayden’s features coalesce a median of ambiguous identity. A femme slathered in glitter-gel shadows and butter-yellow sundresses, a masc of band tees and shredded denim. In the safety of friends do they indulge these whims, yet in public they discard fashionable layers to stow away under the humiliation of baggy hoodies and cargos.

Face-claim

Mica Argañaraz

02.

psyche

They are the flagrant dawn, an heir of Helios dappled in gold leaf. Painted only ever in the gilt of halcyon kindness, to encapsulate Hayden is never words, but shades of colour, rich with vivacity painted by the people around them.

They are a home built of ossein roof and marrow walls, white spun and bleached from the wilderness to draw others in and shelter their skeletons. Pulling the drape from heavy shoulders to rest on the coathanger of Hayden’s arm, stow their grief on the mantlepiece of Hayden’s cranium, throw spiels of history into the hearth of Hayden’s chest to pool their rooms with warmth;

There is light about them, a firefly glow that bleeds onto others. They desire to slough friends of the cold and their worries, layer them in gloves and scarves when all they have is this offer of kindness.

And it is more curse than gift.

Negative details are glossed with irrelevant haze for the sake– the need, for romanticism. They’ll set fire to anything to keep others warm; vertebrae is wax to candle flame, and Hayden willingly bends and splinters to the needs of others. They lack backbone, shine towards the wounded, the sick and the broken, care for them still even if they become the very cause of their suffering, their crooked floor panels. They are a beacon swallowed by sea, tower scaffolding crumbling from sea rock to sea-brine if it means to be accepted.

Damage never outweighs reward. It rings stark, that they cannot abide being disliked. Unwanted emotions are charcoal, ground under mortar and pestle till reduced to black powder. With a little water they can be kneaded into inky dough, efface it’s hue of shadow and grainy malignancy until they have excorticated every drop of darkness.

And if one looks closely at this home, watches it for too long, sees it weather a storm and survive, they’ll notice the flickering. The edges that flutter like moth on lamp oil, a haemorrhage of color that weeps into the world around it, sapping vividity and light like a stuttering bulb. If they search the coldest corners of rooms and look beneath the hearth, they’ll find splinters of glass forgotten in nooks Hayden would rather forget.

Their bones have been creaking, the walls are peeling, spine rendered into the crude arch of a sagging foundation. Too distracted by dishing platters of a gracious host to take time for renovation, for a pause, it lives in them, a crevasse that eats.

It is no flame, but a hearth choked with a swarming nest of spiders. A chasm so deep no light can puncture its stygian depth. It has iced up what creative expression they once selfishly dwelled in, sealed away into an austere tundra they dare not venture into.

They are no home, just a driftwood tile trying to impersonate what they had broken from.

traits

Compassionate, comfortable, accepting, cheerful, gentle, conversational, procrastinating, dishonest, dense, stereotypical, disorganised, insecure, emotional, pushover and overcompensating.

habits

➢ Talking while chewing. Sorry. They just have lots to say.

➢ Showing people bugs who do not want to look at bugs.

➢ Keeps a pocket knife on them. Great for if they have to suddenly open a cardboard box. Not great when they have to explain it to others.

➢ Obnoxious personality changes when talking to gender representations. A masc? Hayden speaks about manly things like cars and sport. A femme? Makeup and pink smoothies! A non-conforming? Panic. Quick, discuss the taste of styrofoam.

likes

Fondue pots, the Minion films, contact sports, glitter eyeshadows, chicken potato chips, connect four, rock collecting, chewing gum, clothes, energy drinks, vending machines, micellar water, death metal, summer, roller skating.

dislikes

Gendered bathrooms, vinegar chips, heights, plucking eyebrows, clowns, cleaning, scarves, pushiness, flip flops, Depop girls, chocolate chips that are actually raisins, violence, going out at night.

fears

Heights, clowns, going outside at night, being disliked, rejection, being attacked.

03.

history

Is kindness learned or grown into? For the likes of Hayden, they inherited it.

Forged from a childhood without barbs, it is an origin of soft bed, warm bath, and the love of two present parents. Ambrosian memory without the plague of money issues or divorce, it gives their youth such a docile edge, a butter-soft beginning burrowed deep into the reserves of memory.

Crowned not by thorn or war, but summer nostalgia and the support of onlooking parents. When they’d shimmy into their father’s slacks, absurdly long on their gangly teenage frame and rolled the cuffs up their calves; when they’d slip into their mother’s dresses, loose on the pointy shoulders and blooming with uninhabited fabric; never to be met with animosity.

Provisions for understanding took explanation, but with time, the eccentricity and contentment of their child outweighed confusion. Variety melded to them seamlessly, gave them a feeling that transcended a need for translation. A glitter ghoul one day, a denim bruiser the next, it was soon to become an iceberg of hidden depth.

Hayden never had a reason to mourn this authenticity.

But it’s written to their very being, engraved into memory and trachea, a regret to saturate every breath. They can still recall asphalt, the neon glow and cadence of bars. A stumbling quartet of boots over grainy pavement, they spilled from clubs to street in a pour of laughter and interlocked arms. Flush with alcohol, skin of revulsion heat and night swelter respiration.

And they can recall how quiet they became, how their laughter soured to silence, curled in their throat like a dead thing. How hazard seeped from the dark, loitered in the corner of Hayden’s eye like a subtle pulse. A needling urgency, this living flesh biding its time.

And they can recall how the street is a coastline, a stretch of charcoal intermittently broken with tepid orange streetlights. Their menial safety, a cut of saffron only to thaw back into dark. Melting to an infected gash, a stomach churns with motion of a tempest as pace chases pavement.

There is glass shattered on asphalt, splintering in cataclysmic echo across cement. And although they cannot feel it, they can hear it in their blood. Pinching sinew like diluted ice shards, scratching inside veins like lodged wishbone. It is not only searing flesh that haunts this memory, but the directionless anger of a man they’d never met.

Call it by its name, hate, call it by another, freak, call it by its filth.

They are on the ground, an animal on all fours as they are gorged on loathing. There is space in their ribs to spare another blow, and they can still recall the smell of it, the rust and oxide, blooms of nearby trash bags. A toxin in trace amounts suppurates in the flesh, how long till it rots? Till it runs? Till one is cleaving their throat apart in streaks of copper and struggle for soundless gasps of clemency.

Their face is splitting. Sea strewn. It wasn’t raining, their face never dried, part of Hayden died on that street.

There is now a weary rim to their gaze, but no anger. Hosting a smile that no longer fits quite right, doesn’t move to completely fill the corner of their lips; it’s a night that has unravelled the ivory bindings with raw, red fingers, streaked away makeup to uncover the whelps beneath, blotting livid as red clay.

Alloy gold mangled by a wash of blood, they cower in denial, for it’s the only way they can bear to still exist. Sometimes their chest heaves, breath razed to staccato, a surge that ebbs as quick as it arrives, unable to shelter them from its truth, its filth.

Achilles never feared drowning in the river Styx, for he was created and calcified in the safety of its lapis womb. And despite baptising Hayden in pigment and artistry, it proved to not be god-gifted invulnerability.

04.

gallery

05.

connections

TBD

WIP

TBD

WIP

TBD

WIP

06.

miscellaneous

LINKS

I haven't done their Pinterest board or Spotify get away from me.

HEADCANONS

➢ Cut microbangs a few months ago and is still trying to grow them out.

➢ Puts a perfume on. Gets dysphoria. Has to shower it off.

➢ Doesn’t curse. Says “frick” and “crappoli”.

➢ Uses children’s shampoo bc why the fuck would they not want to smell like “Happy Apple”.

➢ If a waiter gets their order wrong they would rather die than correct them. Will eat the worst food ever if it means avoiding confrontation. Yes, this means they’ve eaten Ren’s cooking and hyped him up for it.

➢ Would apologise to a life-guard for inconveniencing them while being saved from dying.

➢ Let me do your skincare VS let me headbutt you to test how hard my skull is.

➢ Might have eaten Styrofoam before.

➢ Stare of the goat. Has no idea what is going on.

➢ Blurts out the wrong answers to things with full confidence.

➢ Airhead. Will talk for 3 hours. Quiet people do not deter Hayden's ability to chat.

➢ Laidback attitude can come across as dismissive of things. Some do not appreciate the lazy attitude or how comfortable they seem to get with others so quickly.

➢ Loves rocks. Very pretty. Round.

➢ Dumb and hungry. Thinks 12 and a dozen are different amounts.

➢ They are not flirty, they are just a little too friendly.

➢ Waking someone up at 3am to ask a strange obscure question from nowhere.

➢ A penguin is a fish.

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Jedidiah

the mother...

full name

Jedidiah

nickname.s

Jed, Madame Mantique, Rome, Valerie, Donnie,

age

27

d.o.b.

November 16th

ethnicity

Black American
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I would not change it each time. Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I

appearance

height

5'11

weight

70 kg

hair c.

Black

eye c.

Blue

hair styling

Long black wire that twists and knots, often carefully combed, gelled, and straightened into varying different styles, though with a big affinity of those that are shaggy and wild. But always played with for different outlines and shadows. Wigs of varying sizes and colors also make their way through fashion, though always carefully color coordinated and never done without an expressed interest in a bigger picture.

build

Perhaps the only thing that points to a sex assigned at birth, corded muscle winds its way through strong bones. Speaking of a long history of manual labor, building their own haven for all of their children. If it isn't the oft gothic fashion or the strangely androgynous appearance that doesn't often fit into society, it's the bulk that usually wards those that intend to cause harm off.

style

A long fan of the emo and the goth, there's a general trend towards black leather and silver chains, meshed tops and the revealing of tattooed skin as pieces of art itself allowing for a careful chosen variety of textures. Sequined gowns and long silks of bright flashy colors often find their way in as well, but this is more for the sake of her brood rather than her personal fashion choices. They dress for aesthetic and display, rather than comfort, playing with an entire spectrum of clothing, and often varying towards both the masculine and feminine with a healthy taste for camp.

body mods.

Many tattoos up and down arms and torso, they are often displayed as a form of art as well but usually black, with very little shading. Left lobe is pierced.

faceclaim/voiceclaim

Brandon Jones (@jonzu)

personality

Flamboyant with a tendency towards the dramatic and the camp, Madame Mantique runs a truly excellent house. A drag performer, they have a dignity and a large presence which commands a room whenever they enter, and a strong ability to read and throw shade like no other. Though, nowadays, they have allowed to share the stage with those that they deem deserve it.

Those that have only met the larger-than-life personality of the Madame Mantique, however, would be aghast to realize that this is just a persona and nothing more.

Performance begs for the loud and the vibrant, the exuberant and the dramatic. It does not include the quiet. Dignity remains, though the tendency towards the introversion is more out of an understanding of people: interactions on the personal scale require much less energy than those on a braoder stage. As such, while the wild and the flamboyant tendencies exist, especially in settings that it is expected, there is more of a thoughtful mindfulness found with a fondness towards the macabre. Compassionate, but pragmatic, the mother of the house takes in those that have nowhere else to go if they don't rebuke her tenants or her own lifestyle. Respect and dignity must be given to those that are already within the circle in order to be accepted, but to those who have been rebuked by a society that doesn't accept them for the same practices, this can be a breath of fresh air.

virtues

Compassionate, Pragmatic, Thoughtful, Wise, Hardworking

vices

Reactive, Critical, Prideful, Distrustful, Superstitious

likes

Macabre, oddities, avant garde, fashion, theater, drama, spiders, clowns, jesters, vampires, occult, jewelry, makeup, music, large boots, leather, lace, mesh, black, chains, silver

dislikes

Nature, hiking, live birth, religion, minimalism, conventionality, fishing, almonds, police, law, capitalism, small towns, middle class middle aged white women

History

Smoke and Mirrors

Madame Mantique is an ancient title passed down from queen to queen, as the head of the house. She takes many under her wing that have nowhere else to go: transwomen, queer people of color, drag queens, and transmen. There, they are housed and fed as long as they respect her rules. If they request to live there permanently, then they must pay rent, and pigs are unwelcome to this tiny haven. But those who remain guests receive the full hospitality of a Southern grandmother that they may never have had, without the judgement that they may hold.

This latest incarnation of the mystical figure is no different, though she is here to bring the balls of the Bronx to LA. As such, she seems to have materialized from dust and despair out of a desperate need for guidance and motherhood, ever enigmatic with a knowing smile when people ask about her true origins. She will never tell, as what is the point in reflecting on the past when there is so much to do in the present? All that is important to know about her is her compassion and her patronage, isn't it?

Translucent Film

The mystical and the divine explanations are all well and just, but they are not truly accurate to the person behind the legends. Though, if asked, Jed would prefer that their own history go unanswered. Better to let the public whisper than privacy broken, after all.

The tale, though, is of a young person born in a rural town in Georgia.

Of said person quietly keeping closely guarded secrets for much of their life, until they were clawed out forcibly by neighbors and peers alike, adults and adolescents all jeering and taunting.

Of their parents, reputation in the town in tatters, throwing them to the wolves at the age of 14.

Of hitch hiking and begging their way up to New York City where they lived on the streets for a while.

Of eventually being taken in by a larger queer community and couch surfing their way into getting their GED, while being educated in the art of performance and fashion.

Of finally being allowed to dream of a life outside of abject misery and suffering.

And of leaving that safe, insular community in order to branch out in the wider world, following the dangling sparkling bit of hope to LA where they became who they are today.

Miscellaneous

HCs

- Scorpio Sun, Capricorn Moon, Leo Rising, Sagittarius Mercury, Capricorn Venus, Scorpio Mars
- Has 20 different names, Jedidiah is just the latest
- Owns a black cat that has void-like tendencies named Winthrop
- Prefers masculine in terms of partners
- Willing to fight a bitch over some shoes at a good price
- Refuses to sell out out of principle, unwilling to abandon their wards
- Very good at a lot of creative and practical things, terrible with technology
- Currently on a longstanding feud with the mayor: what has he done for the community?
- Has like... 10 parking tickets outstanding currently
- Likes wearing a lot of black until 1 day just wears pure red to shock people
- Polyamorous
- Do not expect them to be up and functional before 11, thank you
- Winning favors with them is easy: give them something suiting their tastes
- Would make a very good carpenter if not entrenched in the artistic community
- Hitting them gives the response of a blank stare and a "what are you doing. Knock it off."

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Graham

the survivalist...

full name

Graham Flynn Byrne

nickname.s

Whore of the Moor

age

29

d.o.b.

May 3rd

ethnicity

Irish
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You won't stay with me, I know, but you can have your way with me till you go

cuma

height

6'3

weight

97 kg

hair c.

Red

eye c.

Green

hair styling

Bright red, eye catching, and a curly fluffy halo that encircles a chiseled face, Graham has allowed his hair to grow completely wild. Kept at varying lengths depending on the last time of shearing, his natural hair color stands out in a crowd: exactly what he likes. Once a source of mockery, now becoming a prime factor of awe... and the occasional joke about soullessness that he often converts into a purring reminder of debauchery.

build

Broad and defined, long hours of physical manual labor alongside peacocking and preening of a man who also enjoys the gym, Graham has developed very strong muscles that act as an aid to his charade as a shallow whore. Carefully sculpted as to be as aesthetically pleasing as possible, his sunny mindless disposition aids in the creation of his veneer: a himbo who maybe thinks a bit too highly of himself. Yet despite flawless slightly tanned skin, there are the slightest remnants of freckling from his youth, having faded with time.

style

Surprisingly soft and worn, often wearing the work clothes, Graham flocks to warm weather, and when he cannot, he always dresses as warm as possible. As such, his wardrobe often shows a lot of skin - a whore to the very end. Preferential treatment is levied towards soft browns and greens, oftentimes not straying very far from the natural hues of flora. Though, sometimes, adorning himself with little glittery bits of silver: a cross, or some dog tags. Maybe a ring or two.

body mods.

A silent measure, there's a Roman numeral tattoo on his ankle.

faceclaim/voiceclaim

Nicholas Skidmore

carachtar

Vacancy between green eyes, not a glimmer of higher intelligence to be found amongst a seeming impulsive hedonism with very little regard for safety or lethality. A man of pleasures, with a reputation for spread legs and hastily discarded clothes amongst both sexes. And with a constant air of self-inflated ego, it becomes a mystery at how people are taken with what appears to be an airheaded musclebound playboy. Though, between innuendo and careless wordplay, there lays little glimmers of mischief and playfulness. Perhaps this is where the shallow find their pleasure, with a handsome face and a banter. But, it still does not account for those that aren't still being taken with him.

Darkness troubles the brow, a learned shame and failure that comes from having failed a believed life's purpose. Quietly, he wishes for the death which sometimes rears its ugly head; but in the now, he races towards dopamine and adrenaline, allowing that, a familial tendency towards the bottle - carefully straddling the line of alcoholic, and an unsteady and nomadic lifestyle to muffle the quiet assurity that his death is warranted and imminent. Perhaps someday, but his repentance must be completed before he can sink into peaceful oblivion.

Plunged into the beating red center, a rock solid dependability and sense of responsibility is at the core. Shockingly empathetic with a deep emotional intelligence, excellence is not found in smarmy charm and honeyed words but instead a simplistic kindness born from an innate sense of others emotions. This is the bedrock, and all else is built on top of it.

virtues

Dependable, Kind, Charismatic, Empathetic, Practical

vices

Broken, Melancholic, Hedonistic, Stubborn, Martyrical

rogha

Autumn, warmth, sunlight, spring, summer, animals, danger, adrenaline, flirting, people watching, drinking, alcohol, astronomy, poetry, writing, nature, fire, cuddling, calla lilies

col

Cities, enclosed spaces, storms, winter, cold, glass, steel, comfort, thinking, darkness, stagnancy, cars, math, blenders,

Scéal

Réamhrá

The young couple, ingenues unprepared for the harsh reality of parental affection. Conceived out of wedlock came twin flames. One mellow, responsible, and emotionally intuitive. The other brash, fiery, and stubborn. Mistaken and swapped around since birth, interchangeable identities from adolescent androgyny led to an inseparable bond. A cold and quiet paternal and maternal relationship respectively led to an increasingly insular unit within the familial circle.

Codependency aside, a penchant for mischief and a blatant disregard for the strict religious zeal pervading their school led to popularity underneath the disappointed stare of nuns and priests alike. Confusion between the twins persisted throughout this, all things considered, normal childhood. Though when children transformed to young adults was when sexuality was glanced. The uncomfortable realizations that neither were attracted to strictly what they were supposed to. A lifetime of trouble and rebellion cut short at the final snapping of authority upon their children: the declaration that they were to be separated, one sent to all-girls boarding, the other sent to military.

Arguments and fighting defused by the softer of the two, a suggestion that they break and take a walk through wooded backyard to cool off. That they come back and either run away together or argue their point stronger to their elders.

He returned, battered and broken, she was never found.

Buaicphointe

Sterility and silence broken by the beeping of machines as doctors mended Graham’s exhausted body back to health. A wrenched shoulder and a pulled hamstring all that he had saved for a terrifying vacancy in once lively green eyes. Police were brought in, interrogations levied, dogs sent out to recover the body. None were successful, and the guardians eventually intervened and called them off when hope was lost between the two of them.

Unprepared for the trials and tribulations of parenthood, there was even less preparation for tragedy. Cold punishment and distant affections ill suited for the reconstruction of a broken family. A formerly strict paternal figure withdrawing fully into borderline cruelty, and a formerly quiet mother retreating into silence. A once lively and warm household due to the intervention of rambunctious children now barren. Guilt ridden, the son began a spiral of self-destruction with no parental safety net to catch him when he fell. Friends abandoned this new morose character, teachers reprimanded him even stricter trying to keep his delinquency in check to no avail.

Finally, a kind yet disappointed touch referred him to observance of the people around the boy. The misery that he was inflicting on everyone — the continued grief that was being struggled through that he was exacerbating with his ill behavior. Instructions harshly whispered that if he couldn’t be supportive and happy, he could at least act like it. Layered and layered in this sense of responsibility, the effect was almost immediate. Seemingly gone was the turbulence, and replaced was a cheery veneer: the ill painted over by empty headed hedonism.

Réiteach

Intelligence whispers from behind a mask of stupidity. Two degrees achieved at incredibly prestigious university, whilst gaining an increasingly outlandish reputation for rendezvous with anyone willing to have him. A deep wanderlust, a call for the new in order to escape the ghosts of the past, only sated by the continual traveling. Unable to settle in a place for very long before the voices bay for his blood once more, nomadic lifestyle has wormed its way deep within his being.

As such, fanciful diplomas collect dust as an affinity for strong manual labor and a seeming communion with plants allows for a job as a high end landscaper and gardener… which is aided by the silent knowledge of his abilities to pleasure his clients through other means, both conventional and more… harsher fuckery.

Here is no exception. He only plans on staying for a month or two before abandoning once more.

éagsúil

HCs

- Taurus Sun, Capricorn Moon, Leo Rising, Leo Mercury, Pisces Venus, Leo Mars
- Gatorade is spicy to him
- Used to smoke but quit in university after attending 1 health course
- Three steps away from being a sugar baby
- Attended 1 formal high class party... No longer allowed to attend those
- In denial that he needs glasses
- 50/50 reputation on asshole and genuinely good guy
- Really likes submissive and breedable men, and women who can step on him
- He's tanned, he promises
- Struggles to do his 8 times tables

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Aurelian

the chef...

full name

Aurelian Fiocchi

nickname.s

Ari (fuck off)

age

22

d.o.b.

August 5th

ethnicity

White American
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Are you fucking kidding me

appearance

height

6'1

weight

98.5 kg

hair c.

Black

eye c.

Amber

hair styling

Harsh oiled wire shaved on both sides with a strong flip over his eyes, it really gives an interesting look alongside yellow stare. Carefully groomed and freshly shaved biweekly, he would never admit to actually being pretty good at hairdressing though.

build

A bit of a control freak by design, work outs and attempts to take personal control have led him to building a truly impressive physique of muscle. Lending well to his ultimate goal of intimidation, he's designed to lean into it as much as possible, though secretly he wonders if such pride over his physique has led him to lacking as many piercings and tattoos as he'd wish as he takes great enjoyment of his aesthetic as is.

style

The goal to make himself intimidating and villainous to the average gaze achieved through dark leathers and spikes, he blends biker and punk aesthetics. Silver chains, and dark clothes mixed with chunky rings. Snakes and crosses among his choices, his personal preferences created a distinct contrast with the pristine white professionalism he carries while at his restaurant.

body mods.

Aurelian has four tattoos that he's decorated his body with over the years. There's a right forearm tattoo that reads as "Pride" in flourished fonts. There is a woman's head with snake hair underneath his left bicep. There is a thorny vine with a rose on his left hip. There's also a tattoo on his right calf and it's just a red capital A. Silver studs adorn his body, two in each ear, a flat and a cartilege respectively alongside lobes giving a slightly asymmetrical appearance. A nipple piercing in the right is his own secret of debauchery.

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Florent Fauverge

personality

Blessed with an angelic appearance, impressions are immediately soured by an absolutely horrendous temperament. Curmudgeonly on good days, downright nasty on bad ones, Aurelian is not the type of person that makes friends easily. Or really, at all. Ridiculous statements haunt his every waking step "People would like you more if you smiled." And perhaps that is the point of it all.

Armor clad heavily upon his shoulders, he possess a deep seated rage and mistrust at all who have the misfortune of stepping in his way. At least, that's how he'd prefer people to think of him.In actuality, temper is more flared by incompetency and danger, not out of any sense of hatred or sadism, but more in a sense of improvement. This aggressive personality is intended to apply the correct amount of pressure in order for people to turn coal to diamond.

Except he has no fucking clue what the correct amount of pressure is. Seen mostly in a ruthlessly competitive streak, outside of the kitchen or the fight ring or the impromptu race track, Aurelian gets more mellow the longer people stick with him. Frosty prickles slowly melting away to a much more observably kind, good humored, practicing anger management person who does care a lot for the people that have won his loyalties.

Though admittance of these more virtuous traits is nigh impossible. Even more, true statements of earned affection.

virtues

Honest, Confident, Disciplined... um... Just?

vices

Short-tempered, Blunt, Arrogant, Promiscuous, Mean

likes

Aurelian really likes knives. He also likes maintenance and cleaning, because he likes the looks of things when they are spotless and clean. He enjoys cooking, and he enjoys boxing and MMA fights. He's also a fan of swords and motorcycles

dislikes

Aurelian hates mistakes. But more than he hates mistakes, he absolutely despises excuses. To make an excuse or to attribute failure to outside circumstance is one of the quickest ways to send Aurelian into a rage. But more than that he absolutely despises losing, and will keep fighting until he eventually wins.

History

Tension

Discarded in the trash almost at the moment of birth, first foggy memories come in and out. Being put into a foster home, sparkly and innocent: a newborn babe. Primary clarity strikes at the harsh slap of a hand from an elder adolescent. Words grated like nails as they choked him: "This is why nobody loves you."

A morose beginning creating a tumultuous character, the birth of rage at its very core. Helplessness and loneliness buried into his marrow as he fought to survive in deadly environment. Smaller and weaker than every other youth, passed by again and again by doe eyed kind adults. A sour expression slowly imprinted further and further into what would've been beauty as the doors would close, and the brutality would begin.

The genesis of a monster: adults no longer looking on in sad pity, striking the animal with belts and canes in an attempt to disperse the demon. But only throwing more fuel to the fire. At the age of 7, whispers amongst the children spoke of him: too furious to be adopted, too troublesome, too old now to pass as cherubic despite a growing beauty. Something wrong with him, childhood delinquency pulled tighter to shield shreds of innocence from anymore harm. He was removed from the orphanage, and sent further into the foster system.

Violence

Removed from the orphanage and taken to a foster home to tame the beast, hidden purple welts over his peers' faces foreboding as he was passed into their hands. Rebellion a normalcy within this home, lashing out at the other children in order to keep and hoard food and clothing given by mercurial hands.

Shattered glass and screaming: the echoed layers of repeated messages "Nobody cares for you." A learned mentality even as the ruthless streak became a barbarous nature. Fear ruled, as white knuckles over blackened throats choked and gagged him - soft threats making his blood run colder than the shouts and the thrown objects and the familiar crack of a belt. The knowing gleam in green eyes that pierced his soul more: somehow, she had known. Held down when a priest came to exorcise the demons out of him, his social worker saw the varying stages of violet that mottled his face and body.

He never saw them again.

The next houses, however, being no better than this one - a string of poor luck. Cries continuing to plague him "You're broken" "You're unlovable" "Nobody wants you." Deepening his perceived damnation down to his soul.

And the last one:

"You're so pretty" And it'd be a shame for it to go to such a waste.

Cold blooded terror met sunshine warmth when the social worker came to the latest foster house, cheerful statements of finally finding him a family to adopt him. A rich and prestigious one.

After all, what psychopath would take in a thirteen year old with a long history of violence, fundamentally subhuman?

Honeymoon

Damaged. Ultimately, maltreatment bred distrust and disgust, and when the perfectly pristine family took him in, they were ill-prepared for the rabid animal that they received. The obvious stated almost immediately: "This is not what we signed up for, we need to send him back."

The threat that would hang over his head for the rest of his youth.

The younger of his new brothers stepped forward when the parents refused association, and claimed him as his own with zero ulterior motive. Eventually, unearthing the human deep inside that had been wrapped in the armor of violence. An eager to please and desperate child starved of any kind of positive interaction.

Worms of manipulation sowed quietly as dirt and stone were brushed aside: Aurelian devoted himself to his new "father" never quite losing a competitive streak in trying to outdo him, but always hanging off his every compliment and word. Won over ultimately with strawberry ice cream and a warm hand raising his head upwards to a light where others shoved him deep into the mud. Clean cottens and soft mattresses forcing him to slowly acclimate to this newer lifestyle of dulcet tones, prying open a crypt of an inner world that nobody else had ever been privy to.

But the quiet whispers still hissing even as he was held through chronic nightmares: "You are not enough."

The only intensity shining behind normally kind eyes at the mention of a boy who'd blushed at him when Aurelian had given him a rare smile, told in a harsh whisper "That is not something that you do, because that is evil."

You are evil. But he doesn't know it yet, and he can never know.

Aurelian corralled the wickedness and placed it deep inside of his heart where it would fester and rot. But he graduated high school with honors, and enrolled immediately into culinary school, finding a deep calling in being able to create for once, instead of destroy. The feeling of having complete control: an outlet for cutting flesh and playing with fire without being labelled psychopathic.

Once graduating culinary school, he proceeded to travel the world, learning how other cultures cooked after gaining a deep appreciation for French cuisine. A taste for the strange and unusual developed from a genuine love of the art and the cultural exchange that so easily came from food. The farther he went from home, the more the vile slowly leaked from him. The iron grip upon it loosening.

Repeat

Shock and horror at proclivities unbefitting of their family, and an immediate cast outwards, reason finally given to an impulse waiting to be fulfilled at first failure. A look to the protector: Dante, who wouldn't meet his eyes as he was thrown back into the trash where he belonged. The golden dream coming to a screeching halt.

A friend from his days of running away finding him maybe staring a little bit too long at one of his knives, imagining the ease it would be to slice into flesh and finally kill the monster that brought ruination to the people around him, as he walked the streets alone once more. A smile that was too knowing at what had happened, one that he would've been angry at, had the last small embers of hope he'd carried within him not just been stomped out.

She held him when he finally shattered into millions of shards, the pressure finally bursting, knees buckling as he sobbed.

A gap spoke in his memory, waking up next to her in bed still fully clothed and clinging to her like a newborn baby to any kind of warmth that could've been left over for such a rotten demon as him.

She brushed his hair as his hands shook and he struggled through breathing, through the idea of having to leave her room. Feeding him as he relearned how to be completely alone again, bereft of support and love that while conditional was probably the only thing that something like him would ever be worthy of receiving.

He couldn't even be mad when he finally left her room after three days, and some... person showed him a rat that had been named after him.

It was really fucking funny, because they didn't even realize how right they were.

Miscellaneous

HCs

- Leo Sun, Virgo Moon, Aries Rising, Aries Mercury, Virgo Venus, Aries Mars
- Technologically incompetent
- A very good dancer, but you could not pay him to do it. Drunken club genius
- Animals do not like him at all whatsoever
- Constantly enraged by something, but whether or not it's you is varied
- Extremely polite to young children. The only people who get spared from his anger
- Loose contact with his adopted older brother ONLY
- Has been kin assigned Patrick Bateman, did not understand a single word of that sentence
- For some reason, MMA fighting seems to become more popular whenever he comes to town... He doesn't think about why this might be
- Psychics and fortune tellers can literally send him into rage with very little effort
- Cooks for the Disaster Gay Gang every Saturday, still repaying Jed for crashing at their place

now playing...

... And Justice For All

Metallica
♡coded by uxie♡
click!

Ilya

the doctor...

full name

Ilya M. Jovanović

nickname.s

N/A

age

27

d.o.b.

August 28

ethnicity

Russian-American
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Cross my heart till the skies turn red in the sunrise

Appearance

height

6'1

weight

75 kg

hair c.

Red

eye c.

Brown

hair styling

Dulled out embers, at one point it had been vibrant, but nowadays wavy locks fall relatively flat and lifeless. Usually gelled out of his eyes and normally carefully professional despite his other signs of fatigue.

build

Lanky and thin, there's a general strength to his form that belies his true fragility. Muscle and bone overcrowding fat at every turn, creating an almost rabid appearance. Signs of exhaustion weigh heavily upon shoulders and eyes.

style

Absolutely obsessed with work, very few times will Ilya ever be seen outside of his normal scrubs. Depressingly enough, sleep at the hospital is not above his normal methods of work - the ability to collapse for thirty minutes and then be up for another 4 often terrifying his peers. Outside of work, he normally dresses with soft plaids and black jeans, generally preferring darker palettes of reds and blacks, with a heavy emphasis on cover and comfort.

body mods.

Whispers of the past reflected on his current face. A dark swirls of ink on the inside of his forearm as a result of celebratory revelry, a caduceus.

faceclaim/voiceclaim

Nick Gehlfuss

persona

Warm kindness radiates from the doctor, gentle hands and a soft voice allowing for an impeccable bedside manner. Steady sureness and general self-confidence fabricating an incredible medical professional. Ilya was born to be in the healthcare industry, understanding and empathetic, altruism courses through his veins and his optimistic humanism focuses a need to do right by the world.

However, even bedrock will erode away given enough pressure and time. Three years since entering the field, and Ilya has been made firsthand witness to death and despair at every turn. Caring for each patient has corroded at his positivity, and he finds himself becoming increasingly numb and cynical to the human condition. Long shifts blurred into one another, a vicious inability to rest at night, and scraping to get by with mounting debt and criminally low wages has crushed every other part of his soul that wasn't the burning need to help others.

Lacking the foresight to realize that his profession would necessitate confronting suffering at every which way, his honest well-meaning nature is at odds with the agony of hopelessness. Observations of suffering inflict pain onto a gentle soul, causing it to harden bittered. Altruism is in conflict with a growing cynicism, and he both fears and awaits the day that he won't return home in tears at the passing of his patients upon his table.

virtues

Kind, Patient, Honest, Intelligent, Diligent

vices

Exhausted, Cynical, Depressed, Anxious, Indifferent

Likes

Flowers, Dark chocolate, Trees, Birds, Running water, Stones, Meditation, Puppies, Hearts, Bones, Skulls, Math, Chemistry, Anatomy, Cement,

Dislikes

Horror movie protagonists, Beans, Itchy clothes, Airplanes, Roller coasters, Florescent lights, Linoleum, Death

History

Childhood

The firstborn of Russian immigrants, they fled their home country during the breakdown of the Soviet Union. As such, he was raised with a firm hand, though always loved. He has many many siblings, and most of his childhood was spent caring for them. Never the richest, back when it mattered he was bullied lightly.

However, when self-awareness of puberty set in, this eventually faded away and his kind good-natured demeanor won him smatterings of friends. Never particularly in the "it" crowd, but not completely abandoned, he graduated high school with a 4.0 GPA, on the varsity basketball team, and in honors programs. Perfectly set up for a life of success.

Young Adults

His parents loved him dearly, but they were incredibly busy. Many children left, and taking care of his nieces and nephews, Ilya has never been one to focus on himself all that much.

Somehow not burnt out from all of this childcare, it seemed natural to him to go into the medical profession - so he majored in biology pre-med.

A workaholic and not particularly inclined to return to the chaos of his childhood home, he graduated undergrad within three years and immediately went to med school. Ilya wasn't top of his class, but he was always pretty high in rankings. A smart kid.

Altruistic to his core, he wanted to go where he was going to be needed the most: emergency medicine, especially in impoverished areas. That is when he decided to go to Skid Row.

Professional Life

Life sucked. He's a tired burnt out adult. He doesn't want to become bitter but is realizing that might be the only way to stay sane. It sucks.

Miscellaneous

HCs

- Virgo Sun, Scorpio Moon, Libra Rising, Virgo Mercury, Cancer Venus, Scorpio Mars

- To ever see him genuinely rage, put on a horror movie where the protagonists are stupid. Popcorn is thrown, shouting is imminent.

- Have you ever heard someone use the atria of the heart to flirt with someone? No? What about the colon? Well, you will now!

- Sleeps anywhere, sometimes in the break room, sometimes in a closet, sometimes on the floor

- Hates pumpkin spice and beans, autumnal food is not at all something that he enjoys.

- Death Cab for Cutie covers on Soundcloud, but that's just something he does for fun

- Parents are in contact but busy, he doesn't really call home. Doesn't want to disappoint them.

- Secret guilty pleasure is emo edgy music

- Pounds black coffees in order to keep the energy up

- Big fan of kittens, puppies, and babies. Loves soft things and meditating

now playing...

Terrible Things

Brick + Mortar
♡coded by uxie♡

CuChulainn · Jul 10, 2023

Name: Colm Healy [Cull-um Hee-Lee]
Age: 30
Nationality: Irish
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero

Affiliations:
Former member of a dissident Irish paramilitary group

Occupation:
Colm is the owner of an Irish pub in the centre of Skid Row. "Officially" the pub is a neutral spot for the gangs and local rogues in the area. Colm demands all weapons are left with the heavily armed security at the door and life inside the pub is largely safe. Unofficially however Colm uses this neutral zone so members of rival gangs can meet, talk, and negotiate temporary deals amongst each other. In return for a small commission of course. The money made in these deals is spent fortifying the bar and running his own small, but well equipped paramilitary unit to keep his mini-fiefdom safe

Personality:
For business reasons Colm tries to avoid taking any sides in gang related feuds or dealings. He will facilitate talks and deals as an honest broker and makes very good money from doing so. Although his bar is largely a front for this main business Colm enjoys running a bar and getting to know the locals. For all his misgivings and backroom deals Colm is passionate about enforcing the zone of neutrality in his bar.

He will make friends across all gang lines and has a heavy streak of paternalism in his dealings. He will let younger, underage members of the community come into his bar to provide a safe haven for them when times are tough, and look out for them even outside his grounds.

Of course his softer side is backed up by a ruthlessness that allows his bar to operate the way it does. Any breaking of the rules of the bar will be met with a ferocious punishment, either through his own small paramilitary units, or by working with other groups to punish those who break his rules. The neutral ground works through heavy enforcement and collective agreement. When someone breaks those rules the punishment must be unequivocal.

Ontop of it all Colm is a man of hedonism, enjoying the finer things in life he feeds his addictions and vices and enjoys life's bounty.

History:
Colm was born in Derry, Northern Ireland. A fierce Irish nationalist he was sucked into the dissident paramilitary groups at a young age. Growing up in a desperately poor neighbourhood left him little other choice. At 20 he was already running drugs and guns across the border and distributing them to groups in Derry and Belfast. That was until he was caught by the PSNI. He was sentenced to 20 years in HM Prison Maghaberry.

Life inside was tough, the prison was a "rundown shithole". The guards were as corrupt as the men inside, and the men inside were the worst life had to offer. For the first time Colm questioned the diehard beliefs that got him here, and for two years he seriously began to repent and reform. That was until the breakout occurred. Apart from himself, 6 other members of dissident group were locked inside, and so, the leaders on the outside planned an escape.

For the guards on duty that night, they expected nothing other than a usual night. Until the bomb went off. Hidden in routine deliveries Colm and the six other men had discreetly assembled a bomb over the course of two months. When it was ready they let it loose. The bomb went off in the east wing laundry room, blowing a huge hole in the side of the building. While the prison guards reacted the seven men, including Colm were led outside by a group of guards that had been paid off. It was that easy.

Of course he could no longer stay in Northern Ireland so he was quietly moved out onboard a fishing trawler to Southern Spain. From here he made his way to North Africa and eventually across the Atlantic to California through Mexico.

His new job was to source more weapons from the locals of LA and organise for them to be sent back to Derry. It was all going well until three years ago when the leadership of his group in Northern Ireland were all arrested in a sting operation and the group disbanded. His identity remained protected.

That was the day Colm opened his bar, and began his new project.

Not Meat · Jul 11, 2023

For Meat charries please look at the discord
(Eventually she will get her shit together but today is not that day)
Thank you

-ferret- · Jul 11, 2023

what meat said

TheVoidQueen · Jul 17, 2023

it's literally all a WIP don't look at meee. except cam, y'all can look at him.

cameron chambers
the delinquent
full name
cameron chambers.
nicknames
cam.
age
twenty one (21).
birthday
october 30.
gender
cis male (he/him).
sexuality
bisexual probably ; hasn't given it much thought.
place of birth
los angeles, california.
occupation
moonlights as a mechanic.
main gig is smth either with 14K or los sureños, idk yet
appearance
height
6'0.

hair
a sandy brown and curly. he keeps it somewhat long, almost always covering his ears and the back of his neck. he doesn't take the best care of it so it really just looks like a bird's nest.

eyes
rich brown, dark, hooded.

body modifications
the tattoos on his FC
lobe piercing
nostril piercing he sometimes takes out

build
he makes sure to stay in shape and as such is quite lean and muscular.

style
straight up skater boy vibes, down to the shoestring belt. he can clean up decently enough, but suits n shit make him hella uncomfortable.

face claim
Vinnie Hacker

❝ instead of becoming afraid, become something to fear ❞

persona
personality
Which side of Cam is presenting itself depends entirely on who he's interacting with.

His friends, current and former, knew him as a laidback, loyal dude. He's always been reliable, the kind of person you could go to in a time of crisis, and extremely kind. Before his freshman year of high school, he was social and loved having conversations with anyone that'd listen. Learning about people - their little quirks, their interests - was important to him, and it helped that people seemed comfortable sharing stuff with him. Cam grew up used to being someone people felt safe with. He was popular for all the right reasons and well liked amongst his peers.

He's never been one to shy away from a fight, though lately he's been more responsible for starting them.

People he works with - and for - have a completely different image of him. The same characteristics hold true, though they're applied in far more sinister scenarios. His ability to pick up on people's subtleties is meant to catch them in lies or use those subtleties against them. His reliability allowed him rapid promotions, as did his clear devotion to the... craft.

Unfortunately, the path life took him down means he tends to show the second side more often. The softer version is reserved almost exclusively for his brother, his best friend, and his mother. He keeps most people at arms length "for their own good" and very rarely initiates conversation with anyone outside his inner circle. It just feels easier that way.

hobbies
skating
running
working out, especially boxing

fears
disappointing his family
disappointing his employers
putting people in danger
himself

ailments
just v traumatized

skills
solid salesman
fast as fuck boyyy
skating
good listener
can n will b/eat ur ass

background
Cam's story is a tired one: poor boy from bad neighborhood has to step up when shitty dad leaves. It frustrates him, being a cliche, so he does his best to make sure his younger brother isn't.

Cameron was born to young parents - still kids themselves, really. At first it all seemed fine and dandy, both parents committed to the wellbeing and future of their child. Resentment builds up quickly, however, and this is especially true when your father had big dreams. Cam's never asked what they were, and he's glad his old man never get to see them through, almost takes pride in ruining them for him.

Anyways, things were good for the years of his life he was too young to remember. Hell, they were probably decent for the first few months of his younger brother's life, too. Cam can't pinpoint when things went south, when the family dinners turned to parental spats and broken plates, when dad started coming home so late. The day he didn't come home at all didn't really come as a surprise. Cam was thirteen, Cecil barely ten. There was no note, no phone call, no apology.

All they were left with was debt. Debt to some nasty people; people that showed up at the Chambers household and demanded they be paid back, people that decided Cameron looked inconspicuous and desperate enough to run for them until they told him to stop.

They never told him to stop, not exactly. Instead, they told him to find other people to do it for him, long after the debt was paid. He should've asked for an out, but the money was decent - and much needed - and the apartment they hooked him up with was solid enough, and far enough from his family to keep them out of it. He swears he hates it, hates them, but he has no idea who or where he'd be without them.
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coded by natasha.
adriana maldonado
the activist
full name
adriana maldonado.
nicknames
adri.
age
twenty two (22).
birthday
may 20.
gender
nonbinary (they/she).
sexuality
bisexual homoromantic.
place of birth
el paso, texas.
occupation
mind your business (runner for the belladonas).
local musician.
appearance
height
5'6 ; 168cm.

weight
122 lbs ; 55 kg.

hair
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build
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modifications
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face claim
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❝ the earth is not dying, it is being killed and those who are killing it have names and addresses. ❞

persona
personality
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hobbies
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fears
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skills
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background
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coded by natasha.
mercedes cruz
the ???
full name
mercedes cruz.
nicknames
mercy.
age
nineteen (19).
birthday
june 01.
gender
cis female (she/her).
sexuality
heterosexual. for now, i'm being brave.
place of birth
los angeles, california.
occupation
does miscellaneous jobs for los sureños.
psychology student at UCLA.
appearance
height
5'0 ; 152 cm.

weight
98 lbs ; 44 kg.

hair
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modifications
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❝ this is the way which girl becomes a woman. this is the way which woman becomes a wolf. ❞

persona
personality
Don't let the softness of her gaze or the nature of her name fool you.

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coded by natasha.
rafael guzman
the medic
full name
rafael guzman.
nicknames
rafa.
age
twenty nine (29).
birthday
may 03.
gender
trans man (he/him).
sexuality
who has time for that (aro/ace).
place of birth
santo domingo, dominican republic.
occupation
third year surgical resident.
appearance
height
5'11 ; 180 cm.

weight
165 lbs ; 75 kg.

hair
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modifications
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face claim
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❝ god told me i was forgiven, and then he split me open. ❞

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personality
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skills
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coded by natasha.
aurora underwood
the burnout
full name
aurora underwood.
nicknames
rory.
age
twenty three (23).
birthday
january 14.
gender
cis female (she/her).
sexuality
fem-leaning bisexual.
place of birth
los angeles, california.
occupation
dancer at minx. steals from men for fun sometimes.
appearance
height
5'8 ; 173 cm.

weight
140 lbs ; 63 kg.

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❝ my favorite thing about you is your girlfriend. ❞

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coded by natasha.

LooneyLani · Jul 21, 2023

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name

Kallum Hee-Sung Lee

nickname

Kal, Sung, Sungie, Dick

age

25

date of birth

26th July

place of birth

Adelaide, South Australia

gender

Cismale.

Association

Unknown gang association

Occupation

Tattoo artist within a small studio, and guitarist for the local band The Lizzies.

Sexuality

Pansexual

Languages

English, Korean, and basic Spanish

Living Situation

Lives in Skidrow

visage

height

173cm (5'8")

physique

Toned muscles with a more lean build

hair

Bit of a shaggy mess sometimes, he lets it grow to the point where it just about hangs in his eyes and past his ears before he bothers to cut it. He doesn't tend to style it and lets it rest in its natural slight-waviness, and though he used to bleach it often, it now is usually a natural very dark chocolate brown.

eyes

Quite dark chestnut brown in colour, and almost cat-like in shape due to its sharpness

other features

His features are noticeably sharper than his brother's boasting a straight nose and a jawline that could cut you. Despite his eyes being quite sharp, he looks very puppy-like when he widens them especially in excitement as they tend to sparkle and become rounded.

body mods

A collection of tattoos covers his body, he lost count of how many a while ago and usually adds more when he's bored. His ears are pretty full of piercings, and he has a lip ring that he sometimes switches out for an eyebrow piercing.

face claim

Kim Woosung

personality alignment - chaotic neutral

Positive traits

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Negative traits

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likes

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dislikes

…

love language

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word wall

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little more

history

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Qwertycakes · Jul 22, 2023

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daisy.

She thinks she missed
the train to Mars
She's out back counting stars

Pretend We're Dead

L7

character name

Daisy Jean Finnbar

age

23

occupation

Drummer for The Lizzies/Gang member (Belladonnas)

sexuality

Bisexual

appearance

hair style

A light cinnamon shade with natural golden highlights to compliment big, expressive eyes that shift between honey brown and green, depending on the light. Falling in loose waves a bit past shoulder length, though she often straightens them for a smooth, silky yet fuss-free look, with a dense curtain of blunt bangs. While it's always swept up in a messy ponytail or bun when drumming, she usually prefers to keep her hair loose in her everyday life.

modifications

Pierced ears and navel, a bunch of scattered tattoos.

physique

Slim yet curvy with long, willowy limbs. Despite her petite, wispy frame, she's deceptively strong from shredding on the drums.

attire

Daisy isn't super into fashion, and tends to generally gravitate towards a grunge aesthetic full of band tees, ripped jeans, and tattered thrift store sweaters. Though she usually sticks to a comfy, casual style, she'll sometimes throw on a cute dress with her combat boots, and is a sucker for a good pair of chunky oxfords or platform sneakers to boost her height a little.

height

5'4"

weight

115 lbs.

eye colour

hazel

hair colour

golden brown

personality

personality

A relaxed and charismatic young woman, Daisy is a capricious free spirit who prides herself on her willingness to try anything once. Though she can be fickle and restless, a thrill-seeking rebel with a disdain for authority, she's passionate when it comes to her interests and loved ones. She can come off snarky and sarcastic, and finds it fun to tease the very people she enjoys most, but rarely means it in a malicious way. Underneath the caustic exterior, she's a warm and affectionate young woman who's just struggling to navigate life like any other.

positive traits

+ Witty
+ Creative
+ Adventurous
+ Meticulous
+ Outgoing

negative traits

- Self-destructive
- Willfull
- Petty
- Blunt
- Cynical

background

early life

Daisy was born in Newark, New Jersey, five minutes before her brother, Nicholas--a pair of twins conceived as a last-ditch effort to save a failing marriage. Between an overbearing, critical mother and a distant, absentee father, both kids had their own little way of dealing with the cards they were dealt. From an early age, Daisy was clearly the troublemaker, the rebellious one compared to her agreeable and eager to please twin. She always loved music, and begged her parents for a drum kit for years until they finally relented.

later life

After the family was uprooted to California, Daisy was heavily pushed into acting by her mother. She actually gained some marginal success with a series of bit parts and commercials, even landing a small but recurring role on the sitcom Shackled. As a child, she never really enjoyed acting. But as she got older, Daisy actually grew to hate everything about it, from the auditions to the long hours to the constant scrutiny and rejection.

With a complete disdain for show business, the young actress began refusing more and more auditions. It only got easier as she grew older and out from under her mother's control, until she was able to quit acting altogether.

Her parents eventually divorced, and Daisy wanted out of her mother's house. She set off on a road trip that ended up lasting nearly a year, mostly sleeping in her car or couchsurfing with random new friends made through her travels. Life on the street was exciting yet treacherous, rife with unsavory characters and awful experiences. The sheltered young girl became hardened but keenly observant, picking up quite a few tricks of the criminal trade along the way.

even later life

After finding her way back to Los Angeles, she fell in with some girls from a street gang known as the Belladonnas. This tigh-knit group would become her new family, and Daisy took to the crime life with ease.

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misc

Likes
Indie/alt rock
Alcohol
Guns
Spontaneous day trips
New York City

Dislikes
Marshmallows
Horoscopes/astrology
Phoney Hollywood types
Being micromanaged
Lack of table manners or messy eaters

Extras
- Drummer babe
- Loves hustling money out of dumb men/tourists
- Ran off to New York for a few months at 18, mostly living on the streets of Manhattan
- Has a slight Jersey accent, though unlike Nick she doesn't give a damn about trying to conceal it
- Still struggles with some disordered eating habits brought on by her hyper-critical mother during her formative years
- Will binge eat sometimes, and tends to cycle between binging and restricting to cope with feeling stressed
- Avid record collector, her collection of albums keeps growing despite a lack of space for more
- Stubborn as hell and hates being told what to do
- Songwriter in her spare time

relationships

Nicholas Finnbar

Daisy's twin brother. He's always been her built-in best friend, though they're not quite as close these days. The twins have drifted apart over the years, especially with Nick's envy of her relative success in acting, and resentment of her decision to "waste" it by quitting. Regardless, he's still her favorite person, even if he rarely approves of the people she dates or her general life choices.

Laura Finnbar

Her mother, a highly controlling woman, and impossible to please. Laura constantly butted heads with her willful, nonconformist daughter, but pretty much disowned her completely after Daisy joined a street gang. Not exactly a huge loss, as Daisy had already severed ties as soon as she was old enough to move out.

Harvey Finnbar

Daisy never could find much common ground with her serious and uptight father, and the man would often use work to avoid his family anyway. After the divorce and his move back to New Jersey, the twins rarely saw him, and it's been years since Daisy has even spoken to him.
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nick.

If the love doesn't feel like 90's R&B
I don't want it

slave to the passion

ultraboss

character name

Nicholas Jamison Finnbar

nickname(s)

Nick, Nicky

age

23

age

Waiter, struggling actor

sexuality

Heterosexual

appearance

hair style

Straight and silky in texture, his thick, luxurious mane of hair is a milk chocolate shade with natural golden highlights, longish and always highly coiffed in an effort to appear artfully messy and just the right amount of tousled.

modifications

None whatsoever.

physique

Naturally quite thin and lanky, though he has put on a fair bit of muscle recently in an attempt to improve his looks, hoping it'll have a positive effect on his acting career.

attire

In his everyday life, Nick always looks presentable and put together, though he doesn't mess around with any looks that are too wild or high fashion. Favoring comfort over all else, he'll stick with classic staples like jeans, fitted tees, and flannels, though he does appreciate the odd vintage piece here and there, like the Members Only jacket he often wears when the weather calls for it.

height

5'11"

weight

171 lbs.

eye colour

hazel

hair colour

golden brown

personality

personality

Nick is a friendly, goofy class clown type, who loves being the center of attention. He's fun and outgoing with a bit of a mischievous air, giving off a charmingly boyish, playful vibe. Usually quite forward and flirtatious, he fancies himself as sort of a lady's man, the type to hit on every girl he comes in contact with. A tad on the cocky side, though not grossly egotistical, and is rather sweet and considerate under all the suave posturing. Overall a jovial and free-spirited guy, full of boundless energy and exuberance despite how often he gets rejected for roles, and the disappointment that comes with it.

positive traits

+ Charming
+ Confident
+ Idealistic
+ Curious
+ Energetic

negative traits

- Stubborn
- Impulsive
- Procrastinator
- Immature
- Jealous

background

early life

Nicholas Finnbar always knew he wanted to be an actor. Even as a young child, he was constantly reciting lines from his favorite movies and cartoons for anyone who would listen. Religiously watching television, musicals, even commercials, wishing to be part of them. His parents were supportive of his dreams of acting, especially his mother, who was absolutely the type to get swept up in the excitement of show business. Who wouldn't love to see their child on TV, and brag about their success? She took him on tons of local auditions, and at her urging, the family eventually picked up and moved across the country to Los Angeles in hopes of kickstarting a career for Nick, and getting his twin sister, Daisy, into acting as well.

later life

All that dedication did land young Nick a minor role of sorts; he appeared in a cereal commercial at the age of 10. Unfortunately, he didn't book much after that despite continuous auditions. And much to his chagrin, Daisy started getting a small stream of minor roles and commercial work, despite her total disinterest in acting.

Things got worse when a few years later, Nick's parents divorced, derailing his acting pursuits even further. His father, who never quite took to California like the rest of the family, moved back home to New Jersey. His mother, in turn, was focusing a lot more on Daisy and her far more lucrative acting career.

Nick still desperately wanted to act though. He continued auditioning, and joined drama club and the school play each year, often getting a major role in every production. After graduation, Nick had no interest in college, and just kept doing his thing. He even scored a couple small roles, just enough to encourage him to keep trying.

even later life

Nick currently works as a waiter at Stardust Diner, though of course he considers it just a day job. He's still on the grind of auditioning and trying to make it as an actor, but despite some small roles here and there, it's not going great.

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Likes
Singing
Cheesy 80's music
Attention
Basketball
Making people laugh

Dislikes
Pickles
Silence
Solitude
Bad hair days
Small spaces

Extras
- Way too obsessed with his hair; this boy can't pass a mirror without checking out, fussing, or primping with it in some way
- Has a slight New Jersey accent that he tries very hard to suppress
- Was quite popular in high school and a star basketball player
- Also a drama geek of course, often playing the lead in his high school musical productions
- Tends to be excitable and animated, always talking with his hands when telling a story
- While he appears confident on the outside, he can be very insecure about his looks, convinced he's not good-looking enough to make it in Hollywood
- Habitually compares himself to others
- Always singing, humming, or whistling
- Was forced to wax his chest hair for a scene once, and has yet to fully recover from the ordeal

relationships

Daisy Finnbar

Nick's twin sister. A sharp, charismatic girl, every bit as charming as her brother. Like her twin, acting came naturally to her, though she never had a real interest in it like he did. The twins were always very close growing up, but Nick grew increasingly resentful of her relative success compared to his, while his acting dream crashed and burned. And so a bit of a rift formed between them that still hasn't fully healed.

Laura Finnbar

While Nick does his best to remain close with his family, even he can only tolerate his overbearing mother in small doses.

Harvey Finnbar

Nick couldn't be more different from his father, a quiet, rather humorless analytical type. While they still speak from time to time, he hasn't seen his dad since graduating high school.
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wolf.

Just hold me
Now tell me I'm
a good person

Everything is Alright

Motion City Soundtrack

character name

Wolfgang Ian Thackery

nickname(s)

Wolf, Wolfie

age

25

occupation

Police Officer

sexuality

Heterosexual

appearance

hair style

Chestnut waves that are clearly a bit unruly, often looking slightly tousled despite his best efforts to maintain a neat hairstyle; he clearly spends a bit of time meticulously fiddling with it each morning. His dimpled chin and strong jawline usually covered in a short, scruffy beard.

modifications

Double pierced earlobes, a few tattoos.

physique

A lanky, muscular build courtesy of the countless hours spent working out to pass his free time.

attire

When off duty, his wardrobe consists of mostly nondescript basics in black or grey, sometimes blue or brown here and there, with a bit of a hard edge in the accessories like combat boots and leather jackets.

height

6'1"

weight

185 lbs.

eye colour

hazel brown with flecks of sea blue/green

hair colour

chestnut brown

personality

personality

Wolf is a straight-laced yet affable fellow, a caring soul radiating warmth, sincerity, and a puppylike optimism. As his name would suggest, Wolf is like a friendly dog at heart with a naturally canine tendency to be of service, always putting the wishes and wellbeing of others before his own. Though a sweetheart by default, Wolf takes his position as a cop very seriously, and would give his life to guard the citizens he's sworn to protect and serve. He is the dutiful type that aspires to be honest, principled, and respectable. Often to his own detriment, as he will deny himself just about anything if he feels it isn't an honorable thing to do or desire.

positive traits

+ Empathetic
+ Loyal
+ Responsible
+ Earnest
+ Chivalrous

negative traits

- Judgemental
- Rigid
- Stubborn
- Uptight
- Inhibited

background

early life

Wolfgang Thackery was born to Julia and Neil Thackery, a nice, middle class couple from Santa Monica. With the birth of a daughter Hannah a few years later, they were truly the perfect All America, white picket fence family.

later life

So of course, Wolf had a happy childhood, right through to his carefree adolescence. While both of his parents were police officers, he never really thought about following in their footsteps; more interested in playing football than worrying about what he'd do with his life after high school. That all changed at the age of 17, when his father was shot to death during a routine traffic stop. Wolf was devastated, unable to find the same enthusiasm for sports and things he used to love doing, and struggled to keep his grades up.

After that, Julia retired from the LAPD and married a wealthy entrepreneur she met online. She moved with him to his home in Silicon Valley, had another child, and lived happily ever after as a yuppy Instagram Mom, flaunting her newfound wealth all over the internet. Hannah went off to college out of state, while Wolf stayed in LA; he felt a strong calling to become a police officer himself and do what he could to help clean up the streets of Skid Row.

even later life

Wolf has since fulfilled his dream of becoming a police officer, but "cleaning up the streets" is feeling more and more like an uphill battle, as many of his colleagues are corrupt cops or have simply given up on making the city a better place.

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misc

Likes
His profession
Routine
Greek food
Helping people
Feeling accomplished

Dislikes
Liars
Clutter
Cheaters
Sudden changes
Littering

Extras
- Has a dog named Benji, a stray he found abandoned in a parking lot while on duty
- Loves carbs, but doesn't allow himself to eat much of them
- If nothing else, this man has self-discipline
- Works out when bored or lonely to pass his free time
- Was a popular jock in high school
- Dislikes his stepfather and the feeling is mutual
- Not close with his mother either; feels like she's changed a lot since she married her second husband
- Needless to say, he doesn't make it out to visit often, if ever
- Has yet to meet his young half-sister and feels very guilty about it
- Really hates feeling useless
- Would lowkey thrive in the military, or any kind of highly structured environment

relationships

Deirdre Thackery

His aunt and her children, Dustin and Chrissy, are the only family he has left in LA. Wolf loves spending time with them, often visiting or hanging out at Deirdre's diner.

Hannah Thackery

His younger sister, college student at Harvard. The only other person in his family he's really close with. Wolf often worries about her out on her own, far away from home.
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nico.

I’d shoot for the moon, but I’m too busy gazing at stars

Cha Cha

Freddie Dredd

character name

Nico Viraj Tiwari

occupation

Bassist for the Lizzies/Drug dealer

age

26

sexuality

Pansexual

appearance

hair style

Tousled chocolate brown waves streaked with amber here and there, usually kept longish, and a scruffy beard.

modifications

Both earlobes pierced a couple of times, an array of scattered tattoos.

physique

Thin and lean yet wiry, fit but not overly muscular.

attire

The type to wear cargo shorts and flip-flops everywhere. Nico's wardrobe has a definite vintage feel, as he usually has on some sort of shabby-chic, distressed linen shirt or ringer tee. Once he takes a liking to an article of clothing, he will wear it over and over until it basically disintegrates.

height

5'11"

weight

171 lbs.

eye colour

brown

hair colour

dark brown

personality

personality

Nico is the single most chill guy you will ever meet, a friendly surfer bro willing to befriend pretty much anyone. He gives off the distinctly bohemian, relaxed air of a modern-day hippie type, clearly wanting nothing more than to spread peace and good vibes wherever he goes. Spontaneous by nature, he is always willing to run off on an adventure at the drop of a hat, but just as comfy hanging around vibing. While sweet, loyal and flirtatious, Nico's not the sharpest tool in the shed. Known to be a bit dense, subtlety is usually lost on him. He's just not all that perceptive, and can be inadvertently callous or insensitive as a result. He's also quite lazy and spends way too much time laying around getting stoned.

positive traits

+ Easygoing
+ Adventurous
+ Helpful
+ Creative
+ Uninhibited

negative traits

- Lazy
- Self-indulgent
- Reckless
- Oblivious
- Impetuous

background

early life

Nico was born to Divya Tiwari, a young girl who had just graduated from high school, and found herself pregnant after a one night stand at a party with a cool, older artist. The painter skipped town as soon as he heard the news of his fatherhood, and of course Divya's parents weren't happy to hear about it either. But of course they let their pregnant daughter continue to live with them, and stay long after the baby was born. Divya was a bohemian type though, a free spirit. She couldn't be tied down to staying home and caring for a kid, so she often left her son in the care of her parents for days or weeks at a time until she eventually ran off to go galavanting around Europe with friends.

She traveled around for years like this until she eventually found herself strung out and pregnant again. Divya returned to the states and got clean, but by that time, it was just easier to chalk Nico up as just another unfortunate mistake from her youth and strived to be a better mother to her new child. She ended up settling in Seattle, getting married, and having a couple more kids, and Nico stayed with his grandparents, never to see her again.

later life

After his grandfather died, his grandmother did what she could to discipline Nico as his sole guardian. But she was in her twilight years by the time Nico reached his teens and fell in with a hard-partying druggie crowd at school. It wasn't exactly easy for her to control him, and he had little regard for things like schoolwork or future plans. To Nico, life was one big party, and if he had his way he'd spend every moment of it blitzed on some illicit substance or another. He was the class clown, often a disruptive pain in the ass when he actually did make it to class. His nonexistent attention span coupled with a tendency to be high all the time made for either a nonstop chatterbox or a spaced-out waistoid, depending on the drug consumed, and neither was is a particularly effective student. Needless to say, he never made it to college after graduation.

even later life

Nico has spent the last few years after high school traveling around in his beat up old Volkswagen Bus, and couchsurfing when the opportunity comes along. Always finding his way back to Los Angeles soon enough to re-up on his wares.

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misc

Likes
Rap/hip hop music
Hugs
Pasta
Thrift shops
Psychedelics

Dislikes
Super cold weather
Writer's block
Flying/airplanes
Heights in general
Animals being hurt

Extras
- Your friendly neighborhood hookup for weed, pills, dope, etc.
- Main hobby is getting high and drawing, painting, or writing silly rap songs/emo love lyrics
- Loves all kinds of music, and can spend hours creating beats on his computer
- You can often catch him noodling on his guitar when chilling in his van
- Has a secondhand drum kit in his grandmother's basement, and was kinda gutted he couldn't take it with him when he left home
- Ambles everywhere slowly like he hasn't a care in the world, even when in a rush
- Drives/lives in a crappy old Volkswagen Bus inherited from his grandfather, his pride and joy
- Has a habit of endlessly chatting with/befriending strangers

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Chimney Swift · Aug 17, 2023

Sit back and enjoy
your problems

You don't always have to solve 'em

The Carter's Brother
Leigh
Fallon

'Cause your worst days
They are
over

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Lawful Good

Neutral Good

Chaotic Good

Lawful Neutral

Chaotic Neutral

Lawful Evil

Neutral Evil

Chaotic Evil
But we're not living in this world

Alone, alone
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Basics
NAME
Leigh Jackson Fallon.

NICKNAMES
Lele, Fallon Junior, Baybe Lee, Twinkle Toes.

AGE
14.

BIRTHDAY
October 21.

ETHNICITY
White European, presumably... it's not like he can ask his dad.

NATIONALITY
American.

EDUCATION
9th Grade/High School Freshman.

OCCUPATION
Local Nuisance.

Appearance
HEIGHT
5'2.

WEIGHT
95 lbs.

EYE COLOR
Slate Blue.

HAIR COLOR
Almond Brown.

HAIR TEXTURE
Messy, with just a bit of a curl to it.

BODY MODS
None.

NOTABLE PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES
Leigh's short stature is accentuated even more by the fact that he's always hunched over a pair of forearm crutches. His cerebral palsy manifests in severe weakness of his lower limbs, to the point where he cannot walk without the assistance of his mobility aids. His posture is noticeably crooked, with his feet turned sharply inwards and knees buckled together.

AESTHETICS
He doesn't really have a defined "look", per se. Teenagers live to experiment.

WARDROBE STYLE
He dresses casually comfortably, often seen in t-shirts and pajama pants with silly designs. Some of his clothes are a little too big on him, most likely hand-me-downs from his older brother.

MBTI
ESFP-T

ENNEAGRAM
Type 7

ASTROLOGY
Libra Sun / Virgo Moon / Virgo Rising

In a lot of ways, Leigh acts like he thinks he's the protagonist of his own weird little action-adventure anime: his unshakable optimism, high energy, and knack for getting into all sorts of trouble are only mellowed by the limitations of his poor physical health. If he were able to run, he'd probably already be dead by now just from his own recklessness.

Despite the broken nature of the Fallon family, having essentially grown up without any parental support, Leigh and his older brother Carter are close. Really, it was Carter who took care of Leigh throughout most of their childhoods, and that shows in some of the boy's traits and beliefs He's mischievous, idiosyncratic, and more than a little bit of a hazard, but he's also a loyal friend and brother, a skilled innovator, and intelligent in his own strange way.

Openness
curious
cautious

Conscientiousness
organized
careless

Extraversion
solitary
outgoing

Agreeableness
challenging
friendly

Neuroticism
secure
sensitive

LEIGH'S INFINITE PLAYLIST
SILLYBOY HOURS

Not What I Meant

dodie
02:23

Don't Stop Me Now

Queen
03:29

Everybody Gets A Kitten

Jeremy Messersmith
02:00

Fun

Troye Sivan
03:28

Superboy and Supergirl

Tullycraft
03:03

Deep Blue Eyes

Citizens Of The World
03:54

Golden

Hannah May
03:57

Enjoy Your Life

MARINA
03:36

this is me trying

Taylor Swift
03:15

Appreciated
Rixton
03:53

Ready Now

dodie
03:02

You're In My Head

Rusty Clanton
03:54

Oranges

Lawrence
02:26

Just a Quail

Louie Zong
02:27

Everything Is Magical

Jeremy Messersmith
02:17

Absolutely Smitten

dodie
03:01

Childhood

Leigh came into the world already refusing to play by the rules.

To start with, he was born at 30 weeks. 30 weeks, 1 day, and 1 hour... that was as long as he was going to put up with gestation. To put that in perspective, most pregnancies are 40 weeks. Leigh decided he was done with that program after only a little over half of that time.
Already, before he was even properly born yet, he was an impatient little shit, something that would remain a fixture of his identity in the years to come.

Premature birth, though, left Leigh with a host of medical issues: cerebral palsy, one of the more common disorders caused by perinatal complications, caused permanent damage to his brain that in turn caused significant physical disability. Adriana Fallon, who already wasn't much of a mother to the son she already had, was in no way prepared to deal with the reality of this. She left Carter and Leigh to fend for themselves more often than not in their trailer park home while she worked. If it weren't for Carter, who was only 2 years older than his little brother and still a child himself, Leigh likely would have quietly died on one of those long days by himself.

Life with just his brother Carter, though, wasn't too bad at all. Even if they were both technically abused and neglected children without a responsible parent, Carter never let Leigh feel the pain of it too harshly. Leigh looked up to Carter as his role model, and the two of them enabled each other to get into all sorts of strange trouble throughout the years. They were each other's point of support while their mother failed to take care of them.

Adolescence

After scraping by through elementary and middle school, Leigh started high school last year with academics being one of the last things on his mind. School, for him, was more of an opportunity to gain weird skills and make new friends than a way to practice for being a normal adult. After all, no one was really checking his grades or making sure he did his homework, except for when Carter was able to offer some help on top of his own studies.

But hey, maybe this year will be something different. High school is a whole new dimension sometimes, the final stop before independence. Anything could happen here. With the first semester behind him, Leigh anticipates finishing out his freshman year with his usual thirst for excitement.

Adulthood

Who knows? Assuming Leigh survives to adulthood, and at the rate he's going...

OVERVIEW

APPEARANCE

PERSONALITY

BACKGROUND
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The Turtle Boy
Oliver
Dreyfus-Park

Only one in 1000 sea turtles
will
survive to adulthood

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NAME
Oliver Ferris Dreyfus-Park.

NICKNAMES
Oli, Turtle Boy.

AGE
15.

BIRTHDAY
July 18.

ETHNICITY
Mostly German and Irish.

NATIONALITY
American.

EDUCATION
High School Freshman

OCCUPATION
Sea Turtle Expert.

Appearance
HEIGHT
5'4.

WEIGHT
125 lbs.

EYE COLOR
Brown.

HAIR COLOR
Dark Brown.

HAIR TEXTURE
Slightly wavy, usually messy and disheveled.

BODY MODS
None.

NOTABLE PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES
His short, youthful physical appearance is heightened by his erratic mannerisms. As though he was allergic to holding still, Oliver is always fidgeting, rocking back and forth on his heels, and picking at his already bruised skin.

AESTHETICS
Comfortably nerdy.

WARDROBE STYLE
He seems to wear the same ensemble of t-shirts, hoodies, and sweatpants every day, with very little variation. All his clothes are in the same shades of grey and blue and black.

MBTI
INTJ-T

ENNEAGRAM
Type 5

ASTROLOGY
Cancer Sun / Taurus Moon / Cancer Rising

On the surface, Oliver is aloof and lost in his own mind much of the time, and it can be very difficult to get him to engage in social affairs. He's painfully quiet, awkward, and skittish, as well as a stickler for routine and rules. It would be easy to assume that he simply dislikes people and that he's out-of-place in this rough-and-tumble world of Skid Row... that is, until someone stumbles across his favorite subject: turtles. Oliver has an encyclopedic knowledge of the shelled reptiles (though he's quick to conjecture on what even counts taxonomically as a reptile anyway), and can talk for hours about the terrapins and tortoises that he's spotted around the borders of the small creeks and ponds he traverses. His true passion, though, is sea turtles-- not something you'd find in this place, but most of his knowledge centers on ocean-dwelling turtles and their origins. And if one is willing to humor him for a while in his fascination with turtles, they'll earn themselves a very loyal and eccentric-minded friend.

Openness
curious
cautious

Conscientiousness
organized
careless

Extraversion
solitary
outgoing

Agreeableness
challenging
friendly

Neuroticism
secure
sensitive

OLIVER'S INFINITE PLAYLIST
ODD INSTRUMENTAL SHIT

Dreams Are Dangerous

Bruno Coulais
02:23

TINFOIL

Linkin Park
03:29

Knife Fight

Alec Holowka
02:00

Hide And Seek

Alexey Nechaev
03:28

Dr. Smile

Thomas Brush
03:03

I Wanted To Leave

SYML
03:54

Golden

Hannah May
03:57

Memento Mori

Nathaniel Drew
03:36

Walk To School

Philip Glass
03:15

Missing Piece
Marika Takeuchi
03:53

Mourning

Fingerspit
03:02

At Sea

Max LL
03:54

Eclosion

Tony Anderson
02:26

Secunda

Payu
02:27

Bitter Milk

Ibi
02:17

It's ok

Ibi
03:01

Childhood

(TW: Child abuse)

Jared and Eileen were an odd couple, so to speak.
Jared Dreyfus was a new community college graduate, struggling to find work in the turbulence of northeastern Massachusetts. Eileen was… confident. Put-together. A promising secretary at a local business. Jared counted himself lucky when she met him at an art show and they got along right away. From there it was off to dinners, community theatre productions, evening walks by the ocean. It was no surprise that two years later they were happily married and settled in a quiet apartment in the small Boston-area city of Lynn. And for six years, they and their two new daughters were enjoying a modest but practical life. Money was tight between the four of them, but everything seemed to work out in the end. The two daughters were healthy and bright, now two and four years old. A strained, but overall happy and content little family.

Then, one late summer night, came the third child: their first and only son. Right from the start, he was welcomed to the world with fear and repulsion. Still exhausted and delirious in the hospital after the birth, his mother sobbed and refused to take him in her arms, saying over and over “no, that’s not mine. That’s not my baby. Something is wrong. Look at it, it’s sick.” Eileen had never had such a traumatic postpartum experience. Even after she recovered, took her child home, and resumed her normal activities, she continued to feel as though there was something not quite right about her newest child.

And time seemed to prove her right: it quickly became apparent that Oliver wasn’t developing typically. He struggled to gain motor skills, failed to react and respond to social stimuli by copying eye contact and specific gesturing, and didn’t start talking until he was nearly four years old. He had poor balance and an unusual, impractical walking stride. Normal everyday situations seemed to agonize him, often without a clear trigger. It took a long while for both parents to be convinced to have Oliver evaluated, in no small part due to the fact that Eileen was sure her son was just the product of her personal nightmares.

She loathed the autism diagnosis with every fiber of her being. In her eyes, she simply couldn't have a disabled son; that was impossible. She had a stupid son, a difficult son, a son who acted up and hid and bit himself and didn't know how to behave in social situations. Subconsciously at first, she started shunning him.

She was wrong to think this about Oliver: in fact, most kids at his level of functioning, provided they were given the right therapy and support, would go on to live fulfilling and independent lives. With early interventions and caring, attentive families, they’d overcome the majority of their challenges and gain skills.

Oliver didn’t get support, though. His diagnosis was the last time he ever saw a doctor.
He didn’t get support… Instead, he got punishment and anger and blame from his mother, who now saw him as the source of everything going wrong in her life.

From then on, anything that went wrong, no matter how big or small or out of anyone’s hands it was, she would blame on him. And her lashings-out grew more ferocious and violent by the day, creating a deadly feedback loop. Constantly walking on eggshells throughout the day, fearful of doing something wrong and getting berated, had Oliver under such extreme distress that he would slip up more often and anger his mother even more.

Kids just aren’t built to be stressed out and terrified every minute of every day. By age 10, he was showing signs that he wasn’t capable of handling the stress he was under. The verbal communication skills he’d managed to develop over the past 5 years, he’d almost lost. He barely spoke anymore, and when he did it was mostly in disorganized sentence fragments. He’d developed a stutter and a lisp that seemed to get worse instead of better. He would hit and bite and scratch himself, pull at his hair, scream until his throat almost bled. He seemed incapable of sleeping normally; instead he was having brutal nightmares, wetting the bed, waking up disoriented and unsettled.

His mother failed to realize that it was her constant terrorizing of Oliver that was causing him to falter in his development. And as Oliver’s condition regressed, soon it wasn’t only his mother who was treating him like an embarrassment and a liability.

His sisters and father never harassed him the way his mother did, but they certainly were never affectionate towards him either. His father especially became more withdrawn and inattentive as the years went by, retreating into his work and his cigarettes and his long nights out.

Then, one day, he disappeared altogether. He got on the train to work and never returned.

That was a breaking point for Eileen Dreyfus. Of course, in the midst of her grief and anger, she found a way to pin it on her son. This was all his fault, wasn't it? His fault for tearing the family apart by being such a burden and an annoyance.

It wasn’t enough for Eileen to despise her child. The deep resentment that ate away at her was too strong for that.
She needed everyone else to despise him, too.

So, in an intentional move to uproot the family and wipe the slate, she collected what little money she’d saved, got on a bus with her children, and set course for the most affordable West-Coast city she could find.
Joplin was perfect for her needs.

She realized there was much social capital to be found in her uniquely sympathetic position… she was now a single mother, struggling to get by on a low income and raise her four children, including one with a developmental disability. Oliver: Eileen’s golden ticket to swaying the minds of Joplin against him so that nobody would ever be the wiser as to how cruelly she treated the boy who ruined her life.

Eileen only rarely would bring her son with her and the rest of the family outside in the city. And whenever they were seen together, she took great care to manipulate the way he was perceived: always firmly holding onto his hand, as if he would run away from her if she let go. If anyone talked to him, she’d answer for him, giving the impression that he was unable to speak at all. And on the rare occasion where he did have something to say, his mother’s gentle but pointed laugh would tell everyone around them that he was foolish and not to be listened to. The way she treated him in public was painstakingly calculated to ensure that everyone saw him as unintelligent, untrustworthy, and erratic.

And everyone believed it.
She loved the attention that being his mother gave her. Finally, she’d found a use for him.
That didn’t stop her mistreatment of him, though– just palliated it a bit, perhaps.

She had set him up to fail, and fail he did. By the time he hit high school, he was sorely underprepared for the social demands he was suddenly facing. Almost instantly, he found himself getting hounded by bullies and belittled by his teachers despite his decently good grades. He had no idea how to behave himself in these new situations, and quickly became overwhelmed and began acting out aggressively and inappropriately, which only further cemented the reputation that his mother had carved out for him.

Around this time, his mother remarried an equally dysfunctional raging bastard of a man named John Park, hence Oliver's hyphenated last name. Eileen and John were a match made in Hell, in every sense of the phrase, but at least Oliver gained a new stepsister from the ordeal: Ashley Park would be a great friend to him in the years to come.

So, like a weed caught in a pavement crack, he grew sideways instead of growing up. There were things about life in te mefaropis Skid Row that were surprisingly good for him. He was able to sneak out of the house a little more often now that he was older, which gave him a chance to learn and experience things without his mother sabotaging it. He discovered his passion for turtles on a class trip to the aquarium, and through that, through raiding the library for every book he could find on the subject, he slowly found his words again. He had a passion; something he could always talk about and was always aching to learn more about.

Turtles became his key to interacting with the rest of the world. Everything else he learned that he could relate back to turtles, it stuck with him and he was able to grasp more complex and nuanced knowledge. After about a year, unbeknownst to his mother or his siblings besides Ashley, he’d finally cracked his way into making friends and talking to people on his own.

Adolescence

Then, one day, he disappeared altogether. He got on the train to work and never returned.
That was a breaking point for Eileen Dreyfus. Of course, in the midst of her grief and anger, she found a way to pin it on her son. This was all his fault, wasn't it? His fault for tearing the family apart by being such a burden and an annoyance.
It wasn’t enough for Eileen to despise her child. The deep resentment that ate away at her was too strong for that.
She needed everyone else to despise him, too.
So, in an intentional move to uproot the family and wipe the slate, she collected what little money she’d saved, got on a bus with her children, and set course for the most affordable West-Coast city she could find.
Joplin was perfect for her needs.
She realized there was much social capital to be found in her uniquely sympathetic position… she was now a single mother, struggling to get by on a low income and raise her four children, including one with a developmental disability. Oliver: Eileen’s golden ticket to swaying the minds of Joplin against him so that nobody would ever be the wiser as to how cruelly she treated the boy who ruined her life.
Eileen only rarely would bring her son with her and the rest of the family outside in the city. And whenever they were seen together, she took great care to manipulate the way he was perceived: always firmly holding onto his hand, as if he would run away from her if she let go. If anyone talked to him, she’d answer for him, giving the impression that he was unable to speak at all. And on the rare occasion where he did have something to say, his mother’s gentle but pointed laugh would tell everyone around them that he was foolish and not to be listened to. The way she treated him in public was painstakingly calculated to ensure that everyone saw him as unintelligent, untrustworthy, and erratic.
And everyone believed it.
She loved the attention that being his mother gave her. Finally, she’d found a use for him.
That didn’t stop her mistreatment of him, though– just palliated it a bit, perhaps.
She had set him up to fail, and fail he did. By the time he hit high school, he was sorely underprepared for the social demands he was suddenly facing. Almost instantly, he found himself getting hounded by bullies and belittled by his teachers despite his decently good grades. He had no idea how to behave himself in these new situations, and quickly became overwhelmed and began acting out aggressively and inappropriately, which only further cemented the reputation that his mother had carved out for him.
Around this time, his mother remarried an equally dysfunctional raging bastard of a man named John Park, hence Oliver's hyphenated last name. Eileen and John were a match made in Hell, in every sense of the phrase, but at least Oliver gained a new stepsister from the ordeal: Ashley Park would be a great friend to him in the years to come.
So, like a weed caught in a pavement crack, he grew sideways instead of growing up. There were things about life in Texas that were surprisingly good for him. He was able to sneak out of the house a little more often now that he was older, which gave him a chance to learn and experience things without his mother sabotaging it. He discovered his passion for turtles on a class trip to the aquarium, and through that, through raiding the library for every book he could find on the subject, he slowly found his words again. He had a passion; something he could always talk about and was always aching to learn more about.
Turtles became his key to interacting with the rest of the world. Everything else he learned that he could relate back to turtles, it stuck with him and he was able to grasp more complex and nuanced knowledge. After about a year, unbeknownst to his mother or his siblings besides Ashley, he’d finally cracked his way into making friends and talking to people on his own.

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The Sad Gay Mess
Max
Berkowitz

What the hell am I doing here?

I don't belong here.

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NAME
Maximilian David Berkowitz.

NICKNAMES
Max, Maxy, Maximus, Mark...

AGE
16.

BIRTHDAY
April 11.

ETHNICITY
Ashkenazi Jewish.

NATIONALITY
American.

EDUCATION
High School Junior.

OCCUPATION
Hotel diner busboy

Appearance
HEIGHT
5'7.

WEIGHT
130 lbs.

EYE COLOR
Light blue.

HAIR COLOR
Brown.

HAIR TEXTURE
Straight, soft, and a bit overgrown but well-groomed.

BODY MODS
None.

NOTABLE PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES
Max is small, slight of frame, almost wraithlike... as if he were physically trying to make himself even smaller and disappear. He holds himself up straight and stiff, his mannerisms slightly poised and expressive in line with his native ASL.

AESTHETICS
A true plant dweeb.

WARDROBE STYLE
Flannels and jeans. Every day.

MBTI
ENFP-T

ENNEAGRAM
Type 5

ASTROLOGY
Aries Sun / Virgo Moon / Taurus Rising

It's very clear, to anyone who's known Max for any amount of time, that the young deaf boy is hiding something.
Something big.
His kind, helpful, passionate demeanor is overshadowed by a deep pang of insecurity in everything that he does. He doubts his very nature. He won't open up about anything personal, not even to the closest of his friends. He won't even tell them the things that he should know that they're already well aware of-- let's face it, he's not doing a good job of concealing the fact that he's gay, but he's too afraid of the mockery he's already facing to even think about embracing it.

Openness
curious
cautious

Conscientiousness
organized
careless

Extraversion
solitary
outgoing

Agreeableness
challenging
friendly

Neuroticism
secure
sensitive

MAX IS DEAF
MAX DOES NOT GET A PLAYLIST

Seriously

just why
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Childhood

(Major content warning for death, suicide attempt, hospitalization, and general tragedy. Read at your own discretion.)

The Berkowitzes were once notorious and well-respected in southern California. Joel Berkowitz was one of the area’s most upstanding and trusted pediatric oncologists, his wife Rachel was a talented art curator and expert for the local contemporary art museum. Even their young son, Max, was thought of as a bright kid with a great future ahead of him. They had a lovely white-picket-fence house in the sheltered upper class neighborhood, a car, everything they could ever need.

Max was born totally deaf from a type of Waardenburg Syndrome, a genetic condition both of his parents carried, he was lucky enough that his parents were ASL fluent from childhood and were able to raise him as a native signer and introduce him to the vibrant community and culture that he’d been born into.

But even if his parents were the best people for the job of raising him, being a deaf kid in a community built for hearing people came with some inherent struggles. These came to a head once he started school, where despite his best efforts, he never seemed to have many friends. The other kids at school and in the neighborhood were too nervous to be seen playing with the deaf kid. It was clear that this hurt Max, who was already deeply sensitive to being othered and cast aside. From a young age, it was clear that he relied very heavily on the approval of others. If he felt rejected, he’d become distraught and self-deprecative. He learned very quickly that other people often expected him to apologize for merely existing.

His parents didn't realize at the time that he was already starting to build a very bleak and self-sacrificing view of his own worth. He was often being rewarded in school for putting his own needs and wants aside for the sake of others. It became his mantra that this was what any good person would do: lay down their own comfort and convenience so that someone else can be lifted up. But as he got older, he began laying down a lot more than just his comfort and convenience. It seemed he'd do anything just for someone give him some sort of approval.

At the very least though, his parents were always able to provide for his every need. They were plenty loving and supportive to him, so from their perspective it didn't make sense that he'd be developing such a piss-poor self esteem. To them, he was probably just shy and insecure about not fitting in. Normal young teenager things that one day he'd grow out of.
And other than that, their lives were practically perfect.

That is, until one notorious patient walked through the doors of his father’s office.
The hospital’s first VIP Patient.
A celebrity. An influencer.
Or, more specifically, an influencer’s 6-year-old daughter.
The daughter was diagnosed with terminal stage 4 Ewing’s sarcoma which had not responded successfully to chemotherapy or radiation, and Dr. Berkowitz concluded initially that the best course of action would be palliative care for the girl to spend her last few months in comfort with her family. The mother, though, was adamant that her daughter could be saved. She demanded the full gamut of treatment, against doctor’s recommendation, and begged to be enrolled in any clinical trials her daughter was eligible for.
Dr. Berkowitz, knowing better, refused, insisting there was nothing to be done and further treatment would only prolong pain and suffering for the child. He suggested taking the girl to another doctor for a second opinion, but quickly learned that he was the second opinion– or the 15th opinion, as the situation would have it. There was nowhere else for the family to turn. No one else would agree to continue to attempt to treat this patient who was so near the end of her life.
Desperate, grieving, the mother offered a bribe to the tune of several hundred thousand dollars.
Dr. Berkowitz took it. Not out of greed, but out of sympathy for the parents going through something no one should have to go through with their child. He knew that if it was Max who was terminally ill, he too would go to the ends of the earth to try to save his life, even if everyone told him it was too late.
His reasoning, though, would prove irrelevant to the judge.
This mistake was the first shovelful of dirt on the grave he was beginning to dig.

Two months later, the girl eventually passed from complications from one of these experimental trial medications. The parents instantly sued for malpractice and several other charges, within less than a day of the death. Before their daughter was even buried, they were out for revenge on the doctor that failed her.

Adolescence

This spiraled into a vicious legal battle, which quickly caught the attention of a media circus due to the mother’s fame. It didn’t take long for the prosecution to discover that a bribe had changed hands. The final nail in the coffin: Dr. Berkowitz’s license to practice was suspended and between the fines and the court fees, the family was buried six feet under in debt. Soon after, Mrs. Berkowitz was terminated from her long-held job at the museum due to the scandal bringing unwanted attention to the institution.
Now both unemployed and left with next to nothing, they were forced to sell their house and car and move to a cramped industrial apartment on Skid Row. They considered moving further away, where their burned reputations wouldn’t follow them, but they eventually conceded that they couldn’t do that to Max. Max was finishing up his sophomore year of high school, already struggling to make friends and find himself. Uprooting him now would be even more traumatic on top of everything that had already happened.
The process was splitting the family apart, and the weight of it all seemed to come down on the shoulders of Max. Somehow, despite having played no part in what had happened, the boy was spinning increasingly erratic and nonsensical stories about how it was his fault, how none of this would have happened if it weren’t for him, how it would be better for the family if he were to just disappear. His grades in school dropped, he stopped hanging out with the few friends he had, His emotional state became haywire and explosive, and his self-loathing rants started to seem more and more like threats of actual self-harm.
To say that his parents didn’t see the signs would be a lie. Dr. Berkowitz planned to get help for his son, he really did. He could tell that things were getting out of hand and that Max might be planning something drastic, but being in court day in and day out trying to save the family from being plunged into poverty took precedence. He’d planned to sit Max down with a crisis counselor once this was all over.
Instead, he came home on the final day of court hearings to ambulances outside his house, his wife screaming, his teenage son unresponsive on the bathroom floor with a note and an empty bottle of Benadryl.
Max was successfully resuscitated and brought to the hospital, where it was determined that he had taken below the lethal dose for an adult, but his light body weight and young age had contributed to a more dangerous reaction. If he hadn’t been found when he was, he very easily could have died within a few hours.
After about four days in ICU being carefully monitored for signs of brain and organ damage, Max’s parents signed to involuntarily section him to a psychiatric inpatient hold.
He would spend three weeks in the pediatric psych ward on the 4th floor of the local Medical Center. The psych ward was unable to provide an ASL interpreter to him until his 3rd day on the unit, which left him unable to communicate easily with providers or participate in groups for those days, and even after that glaring issue was fixed, he found his case being neglected and professionals always trying to shunt his care off to somebody else. Even among other psych patients, he couldn’t help but feel like a burden, far less important than the other kids around him who had real problems.
After being discharged from inpatient, he was mandatorily enrolled in therapy and prescribed medication to manage his new diagnoses, all of which his parents could now barely afford. As much as they tried to hide the depth of their financial struggles from Max, he could tell every time they got another medical bill in the mail that his mental health was draining what little resources they still had after the court battle.
Worse still, two months after starting with his new therapist, he was given a Termination and Referral. The therapist concluded it was just too difficult to work with a deaf patient, especially one with such a complicated mental health history, and recommended that Max try other more specialized doctors in the area.
Knowing his parents couldn’t afford this, he simply chose not to tell his parents that his case had been dropped. He kept pretending to attend appointments with a therapist who was no longer seeing him. He’d deflect any questions they had about how treatment was going, why they were no longer being billed, why they hadn’t gotten any updates from anyone else. Even when his father's license to practice was restored a few months later to return to work as an oncologist at Mercy Hospital, Max remained silent and refused further treatment.
Now, yet again lacking in any meaningful support, Max is about to go into his junior year at the local High School pretending that none of this ever happened.
After all, it wouldn't be fair of him to take attention away from other students with real problems.

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The Burnout
Jodie
LeBlanc

Do you have the time
to
listen to me whine?

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NAME
Jordana Lorraine LeBlanc.

NICKNAMES
Jodie.

AGE
24

BIRTHDAY
December 23

ETHNICITY
French.

NATIONALITY
American.

EDUCATION
College Dropout.

OCCUPATION
Home Goods Store Salesgirl.

Appearance
HEIGHT
5'4.

WEIGHT
125 lbs.

EYE COLOR
Brown.

HAIR COLOR
Dark Brown.

HAIR TEXTURE
Silky, but unkempt.

BODY MODS
Pierced Earlobes.

NOTABLE PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES
Jodie is a mess in every sense of the term: her posture is terrible, her eyes tell tales of sleepless nights, and she dresses in a way that can barely be described as business-appropriate. It's like she's trying to use her appearance to ward off potential suitors or something.

AESTHETICS
One step away from homelessness chic.

WARDROBE STYLE
Oversized t-shirts and converse.

MBTI
INTP-T

ENNEAGRAM
Type 5

ASTROLOGY
Capricorn Sun / Cancer Moon / Aries Rising

Behind Jodie's worn and withered exterior lies an irrefutable spice-- a bite of sardonic wit, a sparkle of what remains of her youthful joie de vivre before her family situation snatched that light away from her. With a parrot on her shoulder and a snap of sarcasm on her tongue, she can be hard to ignore, and quite easy to observe that there was once something there that was quite something to behold. Maybe, with a little time and care, something more will emerge.

Openness
curious
cautious

Conscientiousness
organized
careless

Extraversion
solitary
outgoing

Agreeableness
challenging
friendly

Neuroticism
secure
sensitive

JODIE'S INFINITE PLAYLIST
MILLENNIAL DEPRESSION

She

Green Day
02:23

Self Esteem

The Offspring
03:29

Make You Better

The Decemberists
02:00

1985

Bowling For Soup
03:28

The Middle

Jimmy Eat World
03:03

Everlong

Foo Fighters
03:54

Mr. Brightside

The Killers
03:57

Therapy

All Time Low
03:36

Kryptonite

3 Doors Down
03:15

High And Dry
Radiohead
03:53

Swing Life Away

Rise Against
03:02

Drive

Incubus
03:54

Basket Case

Green Day
02:26

Oh, Calamity!l

All Time Low
02:27

Burnout

Green Day
02:17

Waiting

Green Day
03:01

Childhood

Jordana LeBlanc once had many dreams.
One by one, they were shot down and replaced by mundanity and fruitless labor.

She was never supposed to be born. Her mother was 45 years old when Jodie was conceived, having had no idea at the time that she could even still become pregnant. Convinced it was a miracle from God, Jodie’s parents risked a great deal to bring the pregnancy to term, against doctor’s advice.

Adolescence

By the time Jodie was a teenager, both of her parents were in their 60s and starting to have some serious age-related health complications. Her father had suffered a stroke a few weeks after Jodie’s 14th birthday, and her mother had increasingly severe diabetes and arthritis. Neither one of them could afford to retire safely, so the responsibilities of the family fell to their young daughter.

When she was just 16 years old, she was essentially running LeBlanc Home Goods by herself and caring for her sickly, elderly parents. She had to drop out of high school in order to take over operations full-time. She had no choice: either she abandoned her education, or she essentially damned her family’s only source of income.

Adulthood

Her parents’ welfare was placed solely on her shoulders. She was the one writing the checks, scheduling medical appointments, picking up medication, and managing most of the at-home healthcare needs. Not to mention that she was working the store 5 days a week. She was doing more than most adults do. Her aunts and uncles nearby would occasionally drop in to help, but she was still left simultaneously running a business and caring for 2 sick people.
At one time, Jodie wanted to be a singer. She wanted to dance, and paint, and drive a cool car, and maybe even play the drums in the high school marching band.
She got to do none of those things. She didn’t even get to go to college. Now 24 years old, she considers chances of having an enjoyable life essentially over.
Her one joy in all this is the parrot.
Preston, a scarlet macaw her parents had adopted when Jodie was just three years old, quickly became her best friend. The bird’s nearly as old as she is now, and has quite a spicy vocabulary. In a lot of ways, Preston was her best helper. She could never afford therapy for herself on top of her parents’ medical expenses, but the bird screaming at her to “Shut up!” while she cried in the shower always got her to laugh a little bit. Preston was the best therapist she was ever going to get.
So now it’s just her, a big red bird, and a furniture store that’s always barely keeping its head above the water. One should forgive Jodie for being a little bit crazy these days.

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Hey Mark
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The Gremlin
Ivy
Dawkins

cucumbers
cucumbers
in my ass

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NAME
Ivy Shannon Dawkins.

NICKNAMES
Gremlin.

AGE
14

BIRTHDAY
May 28.

ETHNICITY
Russian.

NATIONALITY
American.

EDUCATION
High School Freshman.

OCCUPATION
Local Menace.

Appearance
HEIGHT
4'11.

WEIGHT
88 lbs.

EYE COLOR
Brown.

HAIR COLOR
Dark Brown.

HAIR TEXTURE
Long, smooth, and occasionally twisted into unusual styles.

BODY MODS
Pierced Earlobes.

NOTABLE PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES
It's instantly apparent that Ivy is a force to be reckoned with at her tiny size. Her spitfire personality radiates through her wild gestures and speedy movements.

AESTHETICS
The absolute ugliest clothes you've ever seen, on purpose.

WARDROBE STYLE
Thrift store finds.

MBTI
ESFP-T

ENNEAGRAM
Type 3

ASTROLOGY
Gemini Sun / Cancer Moon / Aries Rising

This is not a personality blurb. This is a warning. Ivy is the absolute worst kid imaginable. She's a seasoned cyberbully, a petty criminal, and a menace to society. Her and her best friend Ashley are hellbent on committing the worst crimes against society known to man, especially against their favorite target, poor Mark Berkinstock.

Openness
curious
cautious

Conscientiousness
organized
careless

Extraversion
solitary
outgoing

Agreeableness
challenging
friendly

Neuroticism
secure
sensitive

IVY'S INFINITE PLAYLIST
POP FOR LITTLE NIHILISTS

Kill Yourself

Bo Burnham
02:23

I Don't Care

Fall Out Boy
03:29

Back In School

Mother Mother
02:00

Kill The Lights

The Birthday Massacre
03:28

Original Me

YUNGBLUD
03:03

Happy Pills

Weathers
03:54

Pity Party

Melanie Martinez
03:57

Mad Hatter

Melanie Martinez
03:36

Killer

The Ready Set
03:15

Living Dead
MARINA
03:53

Primadonna

MARINA
03:02

Walking With Strangers

The Birthday Massacre
03:54

Basket Case

Green Day
02:26

Oh, Calamity!l

All Time Low
02:27

Burnout

Green Day
02:17

Waiting

Green Day
03:01

Childhood

Ivy was adopted out of a Russian orphanage by American parents when she was only a few months old. She’d never known who her biological parents were, but had been told vague stories about how her biological mother was only a teenager and was unable to care for a child on her own after whoever the father was had left the picture. Whether they were still alive or not, Ivy didn’t know and couldn’t care less. For all intents and purposes, she was an orphan until a sunshiney couple from far-off California came to sweep her away to be part of their happy little family.

Unfortunately, Ivy was no Pollyanna or Little Orphan Annie.
She didn’t sprinkle sparkles and rainbows wherever she stepped, or sing squeaky little songs about Tomorrow or finding the happiness in every little pebble or whatever the hell.

Once she wasn’t a cute fat little baby anymore, maybe her parents had already started to lose interest. They started to discover that she was in fact a real human kid and not just a prop to add to their holiday family photographs. And more than that, she was by all accounts a bit of a problem kid. Smart as a whip and mischievous as the devil, Ivy was pulling pranks and causing havoc and uproar everywhere she went by the time she was 5 years old. She was a pint-sized package of chaos. When she didn’t get the attention she craved from her parents, she’d get it by terrorizing classmates and teachers and neighbors.

Could she be blamed? Every kid needed attention, and once her parents started to grow tired of her, it soon was in short supply. It felt like she needed to light things on fire or set stinkbugs loose in the hallways to even get properly noticed. That was the only way she knew how to get a reaction out of anyone. She didn’t need them to like her, she just needed them to see her.

This continued for years. Her parents grew more and more negligent and withdrawn. Sometimes Ivy would see them spending hours online, printing out pages of paperwork, talking in hushed voices on the couch, making phone calls they wouldn’t explain to her. She knew something was up, and she started investigating, as any curious kid would do.

That’s when she found the Facebook post to end all Facebook posts while browsing through her mother’s adoption group.
What she read almost gave her an aneurysm and killed her right then and there.

“Hello families,

I’m looking to rehome our adopted 14yo. Very smart girl and talented at music, but just isn’t bonding with our family and has been causing problems at school and at home. RAD suspected. Please let us know if anyone would be willing to give this sweet girl a forever home”

‘Forever Home!?’
Like a dog. That’s all she was to them.
And to post this on the god-forsaken Zuckerberg hellsite, no less.

Ivy wasn’t even heartbroken. She was insulted, she was angry, she was downright mortified that she’d let them parade her around like a circus monkey for this long until they got bored of her. She wasn’t a daughter to them, she was a Christmas present that had lost its novelty value and was now being cast aside for some other shiny new toy.

She knew just what to do now.

She sat them down at the kitchen table with lemonade and cookies set out, and a bouquet of fresh flowers for good measure. She was wearing her nicest outfit and doing everything in her power to make it look like this was an innocent little girl trying to redeem herself to her parents.

Instantly she saw the looks of suspicion and panic crossing the old folks’ faces. They knew she knew. They just didn’t know what to say. They started blubbering out the “I’m sorry”s and the “we only want what’s best for you”s, and were just getting started on the “you don’t know how hard this is”s while Ivy just sat, po-faced and non-responding, with her fingers laced in her lap and her cold eyes watching the two old fuckers stumble over themselves trying to apologize for doing the unthinkable.

That’s when Ivy took the bucket of bleach she’d hidden under the table and doused them both.

Her parents wasted no time calling the police. And that was the last she saw of them.
Last she heard, they were in the process of adopting a new baby.

After serving a few months of community service for the assault, Ivy was returned to foster care and rehomed to LA. Her latest placement landed her in the pits of Skid Row… finally, a city where she felt the other people around were just as dysfunctional and chaotic of hers.

To quote the saccharine Broadway blockbuster Annie:
“I think I’m gonna like it here.

Adolescence

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Adulthood

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name

Emmelia Janette Dawson

nickname

Em, Emmi, Lia, Meli

age

19

date of birth

20th October

place of birth

Manhattan, New York

gender

Cisfemale.

Association

No gang-affiliation

Occupation

Waitress, dreaming of owning a boutique

Sexuality

Bisexual

Languages

English and Spanish

Living Situation

Lives in a small apartment in Skidrow

visage

height

170cm (5'7")

physique

Slender with toned muscles

hair

Usually down in light beachy waves, kept at a decent length. Currently ginger in colour with sun-dyed lighter ends.

eyes

Large almond light, crystal blue

other features

Moles dot all around her body while freckles paint her face. Her lips are quite plump and usually coated in gloss to look shiny.

body mods

Currently only has her firsts & seconds pierced in her ears, and a small 'J' tattoo on the inner corner of her left wrist.

face claim

Kennedy Walsh

personality alignment - neutral good

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dislikes

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love language

Gift giving, hand holding, hugs, making coffee or tea, words of affirmation.

word wall

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lyle

change your name
and change your mind

full name

lyle jaspers lapointe

nickname.s

lyly, lapointe, jasper, li'l rusty

age

21

d.o.b.

october 8th

p.o.b.

los angeles, california
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The Christmas kids were nothing but a gift

appearance

height

5'1

weight

99 lbs

hair c.

black

eye c.

green

hair styling

Runs down to the back of his neck, usually heavily sprayed and gelled to give a sort of gross wet 80's goth look.

build

Underweight and skinny. Very short for his age.

body mods.

Pierced ears and navel.

faceclaim

nick cave

personality

Being the modern era's equivalent to Bobby Driscoll has turned Lyle into one sour son of a bitch. He's generally hostile, prickly, kind of sensitive, can definitely dish it out but can't take it. He's lived a life largely intellectually unenriched, so he has basically no hobbies besides watching true crime docs and snorting coke. He is absolutely lonely, but considering he's a total asshole, him being alone forever is kind of deserved. Still, it's hard not to feel a little bad after reading his Wikipedia page and realizing he used to play a bright-eyed child on TV.

likes

cocaine, vodka, bonfires, dogs, true crime documentaries

dislikes

being recognized, gossips, driving, small talk, gold diggers.

history

wasted youth

Lyle was the first and only son of a wealthy couple of actors, Andrea and Luis Lapointe. Of course, with them being actors, their son was destined for the screen as well. He was quickly picked up to play a young boy named Rusty in a sitcom titled The Family Way, one of those god-awful family values shows about parents and children having relatively innocent conflicts. It was pure TV fluff, but old people loved it.

In particular, Lyle's character became sort of an icon of adorable TV kids, and as the show ran, viewers watched him grow through to his late elementary school age. He also got a few voice acting deals in cartoons and kids films. But some kids are early bloomers, and Lyle was one of them. At the age of twelve, he experienced the very familiar signs of oncoming puberty, and having been raised in a sanitized nightmare world of trash television, he was immediately overwhelmed by terror. He screamed at his own werewolf-like visage in the mirror, and the truth became clear. Little Rusty was growing up.

He was quickly put on puberty blockers to prevent him from further aging, but the fear, the possibility, it loomed over him. Years passed, and he retained his youth, but some things can't be hidden with medications -- teenage anger, for instance.

The fact of the matter was that, by age thirteen, Lyle didn't want to be Little Rusty anymore. He became known for acting up on set, sometimes showing up late or not showing up at all. He was the kind of person who was smoking cigarettes before he turned sixteen, drinking himself stupid before he could even drive. He didn't go to school -- he was homeschooled, so all of his friends were other young actors experiencing the misery of constant surveillance.

Then it happened. The network wanted him gone. His show was being cancelled -- nobody wanted that garbage anymore.

Nobody wanted him on voice roles, either. Nobody needed him anymore. Children were being born every day, and now being sixteen, it was obvious there was something off about Little Rusty. It didn't matter how much make-up he wore or how many medical procedures his parents put him under. He was grown.

continued misery

The next few years of Lyle's life were a blur, as he'd begun using a wonderful thing called cocaine. He couldn't find much acting work, since it had now become apparent that he wasn't all that good at acting, and he'd developed a reputation for being... "hard to work with". Most of his actor friends were too busy to talk to him, and all his parents cared about was desperately trying to shove him back into the limelight. He was losing his mind.

It came to a head when, the day after his nineteenth birthday, he went for a joy ride in his dear old dad's Ford Thunderbird -- a beautiful vintage-style car, painted red. He was absolutely destroyed on coke and booze, and also never actually learned to drive. He was found all the way in Nevada two days later, sobbing in the front seat of the now-crashed car, which was splattered with the remains of 27-year-old Bailey Foss. A kindergarten teacher. In that moment, Lyle looked younger than he had in years, face bright red and wrinkled up in the throes of abject sorrow. He'd fucking killed someone.

He was taken into police custody, and spent half a year suffering through a real-life court drama until finally Mrs. Foss's family agreed to settle out of court. His parents paid him off, but that was the last favor they'd do for him. He had to be out of the house by the end of the month. Anything he didn't take with him would be sold.

With a few suitcases of clothes and other possessions, he took a bus from Los Angeles to San Francisco, and then took another, smaller bus to Skid Row when he realized he couldn't afford San Fran with what little money he'd brought. Plus, almost nobody would hire him, what with his face being smeared across every magazine in the country. Lapointe Case Dismissed - What does this mean? Honestly, the Stardust Diner was probably the only place in the world that would hire him. So he headed off to Skid Row to start a new life, and has been there for a few years.

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noel

gettin' money,
DTS be gettin' no new leads

full name

noel sheary

nickname.s

shears

age

23

d.o.b.

febuary 23rd

p.o.b.

donegal, ireland
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There's only one beer left

appearance

height

5'6

weight

121 lbs

hair c.

strawberry blonde

eye c.

hazel

hair styling

Mid-length. He doesn't do anything with it.

build

Relatively thin, most of his mass is just fat with a little bit of muscle.

body mods.

Pierced ears, pierced lip, a handful of stick-and-poke skulls on his calf.

faceclaim

rat scabies

personality

shears is a nasty motherfucker, with the one possible saving grace being that he also isn't very smart. he's forever doomed to be second-in-command. always a starscream, never a megatron. he likes to talk big about himself, but is ultimately a servile and toady sort of person that would rather take orders than get in trouble. of course, this doesn't stop him from running his mouth like a freight train. he knows his place, but only in the most basic sense of the word, and the only reason he's never wanted more is because he's smart enough to know he shouldn't want what he can't have. when he isn't being addressed directly, he's uncomfortably quiet -- seems like he has some kind of anxiety. is it admirable to keep silent when you only want to scream?

he rarely bothers to look inward, doesn't want to know the person that lies between his own skin. someone spineless and pathetic who couldn't hold his own in a common basketball game, let alone in the far more dangerous world he's involved himself. his only fear is the possibility of faltering, and being left behind. At the age of 21, maybe it's time he grows up.

likes

90's britpop, dogs, cigarettes, the heat of a recently-fired gun, collecting decorative knives.

dislikes

most people, tequila, cocaine, cold baths, being insulted, the english royal family.

history

son and brother

(TWs: alcoholism, child neglect, child abuse)

Noel Sheary wasn't always involved with ne'er-do-wells and the like. Some people are just born in the statistically most disenfranchised province of Ireland and things go downhill from there. Specifically, he grew up in the fishing town of Burtonport, where he lived a pretty crappy life with two crappy parents. His mother was an alcoholic, his father a serial adulterer, and they both couldn't stand him or his younger sister. So he was a self-made man, or a self-raised boy. Developed his own opinions, and generally preferred his mom because she was at least at home and not off "shagging that Brit c*nt Natasha". Unfortunately, she wasn't the one that got custody, probably because she'd always drunk enough to kill a small elephant.

His father and good old Natasha dragged him and his sister to Seattle when he was in middle school, because apparently it had always been Natasha's dream to live in the States. She then promptly dumped dear old dad for a younger, wealthier man, meaning Noel was up shit creek without a paddle. They moved to Skid Row soon after -- they didn't really have Seattle money. His father stopped working altogether when Noel was around fourteen, which meant he had to find his own money.

A lot of gangs lived in his area, and they had a lot of cash. They were also VERY apprehensive about letting a fresh-faced kiddo join their ranks, but gave him a few jobs delivering packages and running drugs. In return, he was given a pretty decent pay and guaranteed safety for him and his little sister. Over the next few years, he even became sort of an official member. Good thing too, since home life got infinitely worse. His father turned to violence, not really sober enough to realize that Noel was the one paying the bills, so Noel took the brunt of the harm. At some level, it was to protect his sis, but it was also a matter of pride -- he wasn't too pussy to get roughed up a little, right?

Age sixteen. Noel gets his first gun. Noel shoots a man tied to a chair. He gets paid. His boss asks him how life is at home, and he lies, because he knows his father will be killed, and if he gets found living alone with his sis, they'll be separated and sent off somewhere. Sis is budding into a gorgeous young drug addict, and there's not much Noel can do about it. Soon he'll turn seventeen. Then after that he'll be eighteen, and he can get the fuck out of here.

Though, can he, really?

the present

Of course not. The years went plodding on at a molasses-like speed as Noel continued doing the only thing he knew how to do. And then, as soon as he was old enough, he blew the whistle on his father. The plan fell through, but it meant that both Noel and his sister were kicked out of the house for good -- maybe he was lucky that his dad didn't call the cops. Little sister Wendy Sheary knew that Noel wasn't a capable guardian, and he couldn't fund the lifestyle she wanted, but she knew someone who could. They were Irish twins (in more ways than one) so it wasn't even a year before she ran off with her boyfriend.

With a father who disowned him and a runaway sister, Noel Sheary was destitute. He had nothing but himself. So he's been doing the same thing since 18 years old, running drugs and stabbing and killing and wholly giving up on the possibility of things one day being different.

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eat crow

why are you so far away?

full name

darwin blake hooper

nickname.s

winnie, the skid row crow

age

16

d.o.b.

november 11th

p.o.b.

london, england
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You, ooh, strange as angels dancing in the deepest oceans

appearance

height

6'0

weight

124 lbs

hair c.

black

eye c.

hazel

hair styling

Soft, fluffy, a bit longer than average.

build

Thin and tall. Very lanky, lacking fat or muscle definition.

body mods.

Pierced ears. A tattoo of Hello Kitty on his back.

faceclaim

richey edwards

personality

Morose and artsy with a wistful gaze 24/7, Darwin is the true picture of the contemporary poet. A modern Sylvia Plath complete with weepy eyeliner and a way-too-thick jacket to cover his waifish frame. He's intelligent, but also perpetually swamped in his own meekness and misery. Horribly anxious, his greatest passion is also his deepest woe, as he cannot make himself share his art publicly due to terrible anxiety. He'll take the blame for just about anything, and is a sincere pessimist who believes it can always get worse. Never ask him for a pick-me-up -- he doesn't remember how those feel.

likes

art, poetry, costuming, cats, horror, extreme lit, abstract paintings.

dislikes

being touched, dogs, cabbage, churches, ink on hands, certain loud places.

history

london calling

CW: Child abuse, self-harm, suicide

As with most things, Darwin's life began unremarkable. He wasn't born to rich savants, or artists, or even vampires. After pounding a can of beer, Charles Hooper realized his wife, Anna, was going into labor. They didn't do it in the hospital -- Darwin was born on the carpet of his living room, hands clenched, screaming. He was immediately cold, and scared, and he'd very soon be used to that feeling.

That birthplace was in the slummiest part of London, where Darwin would spend his childhood. His home wasn't even remotely safe for a child, with a violent father and a delusional mother. Sharp objects littered the floors, sockets were uncovered, cabinets unlocked. At a very young age, Darwin drank dishwashing detergent, which permanently damaged his stomach. He soon became accustomed to the routine of avoiding eye contact with his father, scrounging up food from the back of the fridge every night, going to school in the mornings, and so on. Somehow, deep down, he must've known what his house was like could get his parents in trouble, so he never said a word.

public void

As he grew, it became clear to anyone with eyes that Darwin wasn't all there in the head. He was diagnosed with autism, and later, bipolar disorder, but never received any medication. He had no friends, but was often fussed over by his teachers due to an awful home life that even they could recognize from a mile away. By age 10 he had begun self-harming, usually through aimless jabbing with whatever he could find around the house.

He never found out why they moved to America. Or, for that matter, where his mother went. Darwin feared she must've wandered off in the night, but he'd never know the truth. (The truth being that his grandmother came in and took her away -- shame she forgot about the child.) The point was that Charles Hooper, with no warning, took his son away to America, using whatever money he'd been hiding from his family and using to by alcohol. This was a mere five years ago, when Darwin began to attend school in the United States.

During the next five years, he'd begun to read the works of Sylvia Plath. Suddenly, he was prompted to begin writing a poetry zine, which he'd publish once a year. Basically nobody would buy it, but anyone who did said that he was a lovely writer. Well, maybe lovely is the wrong word. A horrifying writer. A writer that makes you feel sick in the best way. Currently he writes under the penname "The Skid Row Crow" -- nobody knows his true identity.

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des

Désolé
i'm a long way from land

full name

desdemona nwabara

nickname.s

des

age

31

d.o.b.

july 18th

p.o.b.

skid row, california
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Désolé, désolé
I'm trying to hold on to you

appearance

height

5'9

weight

170 lbs

hair c.

black

eye c.

brown

hair styling

Very tight curls, usually shaved down to the base into a buzzcut.

build

Muscular, with a good thick "base", as she calls it.

body mods.

Pierced ears. Tattoo of a fish around her ankle.

faceclaim

meshell ndegeocello

personality

She's sincere and no-nonsense. She'll never lie to you to protect your feelings. She generally plays at being a lot stronger and harder than she is to keep from getting hurt, and that's led to her pushing away a lot of the people in her life. Still, she's generally well-liked among her peers despite her not having much of a sense of humor and being "way too serious". People who dislike her would describe her as flat and too blunt, though never aggressive -- Des is generally uncomfortable with violence unless she deems it absolutely necessary. She's a bit of a nervous prude.

likes

iced coffee, sesame chicken, pit bulls, hot weather, 90's music, cows.

dislikes

pandas, most seafood, small dogs, space travel, parmesean, sugary cocktails.

history

born streetside

(TW: Homophobia, suicide attempt)

Des was born in Skid Row, but her parents met in Yola, Nigeria. They moved due to flooding, though why they chose to come all the way to the states is a question Des never heard the answer. They both initially had plans to pursue personal goals after being sold on the American dream, but wound up moving into minimum-wage jobs. After a miscarriage, Des has been their only child.

They loved her and brought her up well, mostly to make up for the fact that they didn't have much in the way of money. Des wasn't the only poor kid by any stretch, and managed to largely avoid getting bullied other than occasionally being riffed on for the accent she picked up from her parents.

She later came out as gay in high school, and that resulted in her being ostracized by her peers. Her parents struggled as well with accepting her sexuality. She soon grew into depression, and made an attempt on her own life at 17. Though she survived, she ended up with severe nerve damage in her leg and would sometimes walk with a cane for the remainder of her life.

walking tall

Her life would continue in a rather middling fashion. Without the right money, she was unable to go to college, and instead immediately entered the workforce. She spent several years working a variety of odd jobs so she could afford her own shoebox apartment. She had a few girlfriends, none of whom stuck around. The next ten years of her life were a pretty average slog of nothing happening as she drove through the mindless road of capitalism.

However, when she was in her late 20's, an incident happened where her father, on the way back from his job, was gunned down viciously in crossfire between 14K and Los Sureños on the street just outside his apartment building. It was a horrific and terrible accident and, like with most gang activity, the police did fuck-all about it. Horrified by the laissez-faire nature of the law, Des took up a new hobby.

By day, she works a regular job. [Currently undecided.] By night, she is the leader (and current sole member) of the Skid Row Neighborhood Watch. She's taken up the job of helping people get home safe, breaking up muggings and generally helping people out. Luckily she hasn't pissed off any gang members... yet.

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jenelle.

Starry eyes
Sparking up my darkest night

Boyfriend

Best Coast

character name

Jenelle Mariposa Kennedy

nickname(s)

Jenny

age

16 // Junior at Ferriday Prep

occupation

Babysitter, Volunteer at Mercy Medical Center

sexuality

Heterosexual

appearance

hair style

Coppery red, with a natural texture of thick, bouncy spirals. Usually worn straightened or smoothed into silky, flowing waves.

modifications

Pierced earlobes. She loves the look of tattoos and secretly wishes she was brave enough to get a full sleeve of cute/pretty tats. In reality, she might work up the nerve to get one or two small ones someday.

physique

A bit chubby and stout yet overall well-proportioned and curvaceous, with a very feminine, thicc hourglass figure.

attire

Jenelle likes to present herself as stylish and put together, and refuses to step outside without looking her best. She loves fashion and most always puts a lot of thought into her look. While she often dreams about switching up her style to a more alternative style, she has yet to work up the nerve to do so, ultimately sticking with her default: classic yet sweet and girly with a preppy vibe to reflect her good girl image, with lots of casual dresses, graphic t-shirts, and blouses in quirky prints. Though a cute patterned skirt is her go-to, she's just as comfy in jeans and a hoodie, especially when hanging out at home. While Jenelle loves to play around with makeup, for everyday wear she'll mostly stick to fresh-faced, natural makeup, but will experiment with lip color when the mood strikes.

height

5'4"

weight

172 lbs.

eye colour

forest green

hair colour

copper red

personality

personality

Jenelle is the epitome of perky, a bright, bubbly girl with boundless energy. Very polite, with an appreciation for manners. Though she can be quite judgemental and nitpicky, she'd rather die than be rude to your face, or deliberately make anyone feel bad. If you're doing something in a way that Jenelle doesn't approve of, it's almost guaranteed that you'll hear her opinion, but it will be so sugar-coated that it goes down easy. She can be very high strung, and has the tendency to worry constantly and obsess over every small detail.

positive traits

+ Creative
+ Reliable
+ Driven
+ Cheerful
+ Persuasive

negative traits

- Controlling
- Manipulative
- Uptight
- Competitive
- Obsessive perfectionist

background

early life

Jenelle is the darling only child of a nice, affluent couple, enjoying a rather comfortable upbringing in the posh Brentwood suburbs of Los Angeles.

later life

Jenelle has always been the good girl all her life. A goody two-shoes who puts a lot of pressure on herself to be the best in everything she does, while harboring a secret desire to simply let loose once in a while and find her badgirl energy.

With her perfect grades, helpful attitude, and sunny disposition, Jenelle has always been every teacher's pet, and she's taken full advantage of it. She's headed up quite a few different clubs since the start of middle school, many of which she herself petitioned to start; if it's an interest of hers, Jenny thinks there should be a club devoted to it.

As an avid writer with quite a bit of sway from all the teachers she's charmed over the years, the young perfectionist managed to snatch the reigns on yearbook and the school paper by her sophomore year. With a very distinct vision for how they should be, Jenny is convinced there's nobody more fit to run the important school publications, and the only one who could do them any justice anyway.

even later life

Jenny is beyond hyped for the new school year, even considering running for junior class president this year. Unfortunately, her raging teen hormones didn't get the memo, and the once driven overachiever has been getting distracted by boys like never before; it's a problem.

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misc

Likes
EDM/Pop music
Fashion
Shopping
Halloween
Designer bags

Dislikes
Laziness
Rudeness
Bad grades
Humidity
Not getting her way

Extras
- Editor in Chief for the Ferriday Preparatory School newspaper
- Head of Yearbook Club
- Cheerleader
- Her beloved pet is a very spoiled white parrotlet named Marsha Mallow
- Fantasizes about being a badass, artsy free spirit type despite being the most basic bitch alive
- Helps out at the underfunded hospital in Skid Row as a volunteer candy striper
- Works at her father's office after school sometimes when she's not busy with her many extracurriculars
- Is seen as a very trustworthy babysitter, her gig on evenings and weekends
- Takes planners/agenda books very seriously, and it must be decorated to perfection
- Has big dreams of designing her own fashion label someday
- Avid scrapbooker
- Crafting is life

family

Ralph Kennedy

Jenelle's father, financial advisor. An affable, honest businessman. Jenny is a total daddy's girl, and with her gift of gab and sugary disposition, she can talk her father into just about anything.

Maritza Kennedy

A warm and friendly yet feisty nurse. Very blunt and no-nonsense with a rather keen bullshit detector. Keeps her daughter in check and doesn't let the girl get away with nearly as much as her husband does.

Leah Gallinger

Her ride or die bestie since the two were in diapers. In fact, Leah's always been more like a sister to Jenny, with the Kennedys stepping in to play surrogate family through her mother's death and her father's political aspirations.
♡design by natasha., coded by uxie♡
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dustin.

take me back to 1984
I cannot stand the future anymore

revel in your time

Gunship

character name

Dustin Flynn Thackery

nickname(s)

Dusty, Dustbin, Dustball, Justin, Dumbass

age

17 // Senior at Palisades High

occupation

Busboy at Stardust Diner

sexuality

Heterosexual

appearance

hair style

A shaggy mop of sandy curls, somewhere between a dishwater blonde and light, mousy brown.

modifications

None.

physique

Stands at a slight and unimposing 5'10, with an average, kinda skinny build.

attire

Dustin has an eclectic style that reflects his casual, fun-loving nature. Sort of a goofy, eccentric vibe that he likes to play around with, not taking himself too seriously. At the core, it's mainly a skate punk look, favoring lots of hoodies, baggy Dickies, and Converse sneakers, mixed with quirky elements like vintage graphic tees, Hawaiian shirts, and random thrifted finds like ratty Mister Rogers cardigans or tattered coveralls.

height

5'10"

weight

165 lbs.

eye colour

very dark brown/black

hair colour

dirty blonde

personality

personality

Dustin is a loveable doofus, a goofy, sarcastic, and outgoing bro willing to befriend or strike up a conversation with just about anyone. Regarded as kind of a loser at school, he's also rather nerdy, especially for topics that interest him like technology or science, and ann all around good student who enjoys school and learning new things. While certainly not the cocky or egotistical type, Dustin has a relaxed air of confidence about him; aware of his inherent dweebiness, he accepts it as part of his identity and just kinda rolls with it, not trying too hard to impress or fit in. Though he's a sensitive and empathetic boy, he tends to respond poorly on the rare occasion he's irritated or annoyed, his first instinct to antagonize the offending party. That aside, Dustin is exceedingly easygoing, not much will rattle or faze him. He does hate the thought of his dearest friends or family being mad at him, even though he's known to cause his mother grief with his daredevil skateboarding tricks, or getting in trouble for tagging up buildings around the city.

positive traits

+ Jocular
+ Self-assured
+ Conscientious
+ Laid-back
+ Curious

negative traits

- Immature
- Petty
- Flippant
- Messy
- Disorganized

background

early life

Baby Dustin was the beloved only son of the cutest couple in LA, Aaron and Deirdre Thackery. The happiest of couples; at least they were back then. Deirdre adored her handsome and loving husband, the guy who made her dreams of owning a home--a cozy little house in Silver Lake--come true. He was truly the perfect man.

later life

Deirdre put in long hours at the diner her family owned, the hidden gem of the industrial district, so of course little Dustin spent a lot of time there. Aaron was in IT, working at a small firm downtown. He always enjoyed building computers and tinkering with electronics though, taking them apart to figure out how they worked, how to fix them. Even taking on a side hustle fixing hardware for the locals around Joplin. He was thrilled when little Dustin also began showing an interest in the work he did, and loved bonding with his son through teaching the bright and curious boy how to do all these things at a young age.

All was well for some years, until Deirdre's perfect man started to get bored with his suburban life and demanding family responsibilities. He'd gradually withdrew more and more from the family, staying out for late night poker games, drinking, gambling to get some excitement in his life. While she definitely noticed the shift, Deirdre was a busy woman--not just a mother but now a business owner as well, having taken over the diner suddenly after her father was diagnosed with dementia. But despite all their issues, the Thackerys managed to live a fairly happy and peaceful life for a good decade, even welcoming a baby girl into the family.

Dustin was just about 10 years old when tragedy struck the Thackerys. Aaron was killed in an alleged carjacking gone wrong. Even as a child though, nothing about his father's death seemed to add up for Dustin. Why would anyone want his dad's crappy old Kia? And why wouldn't his dad just hand it over? It didn't make sense, but the police ruled it as such, and the case was closed. Truly, the family had bigger problems to worry about. They were struggling after Aaron's death, so much so that Deirdre had to sell their comfortable Silver Lake home for a crappy Skid Row tenement.

even later life

Dustin now works as a busboy at the diner, and when he's not doing that, can usually be found skating around the city or getting into mischief with friends. He's since learned some unsavory things about his late father and the shady mafia dealings he was involved in, namely cyber crimes like malware and phishing scams. He never told his mother, but Dustin has been secretly learning to hack in order to feel closer to his dad, even if the thought of stealing money or information from innocent people isn't something that appeals to him in the slightest.

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misc

Likes
Weird people
Sushi
Thrift stores
Fixing computers
Skateboarding

Dislikes
Raisins
Spotty wi-fi
Centipedes
Waking up early
Dishwasher duty at the diner

Extras
- Favorite movie of all time is Back to the Future
- Marty McFly is his personal hero
- Enjoys vandalizing the streets with graffiti art
- Sometimes sneaks out on school nights to practice tagging up old buildings
- Acts as tech support for the non-tech savvy older folks in his neighborhood, always refusing any kind of payment (unless it's food)
- Often lets his girlfriend paint his fingernails
- Can probably fix your computer, or hack into your email
- Likes learning new things, although reading makes him fall asleep
- Skater boy
- A good student despite how messy and disorganized he is
- Learned to cook from his mother at a young age
- Not actually a furry, despite whatever Ashley says

family

Deirdre Thackery

Dustin's mother. Though not perfect, she's a wonderful mom who works incredibly hard to give her children the best she possibly can, and they couldn't adore her more. A funny, warm, and loving soul, she seems to collect wayward kids around Skid Row who need mothering.

Aaron Thackery

His late father. Dustin and his mother don't talk about him much, obviously a painful topic for both of them, and Chrissy has very little memory of him. But Dustin misses him deeply despite how distant his dad could be, and holds onto a lot of unresolved anger and grief surrounding his death.

Christine Thackery

When Dustin was 7, the Thackerys welcomed a new addition their family--a baby girl named Christine. Dustin was so happy to be an older brother, he practically appointed himself another parent to the infant, determined to learn all there was to learn in order to help take care of her. Young Dustin loved his baby sister more than anything, and despite their constant bickering, he still does to this day.
♡design by natasha., coded by uxie♡

tamarapasek · Sep 4, 2023

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leah.

How do I live without you?
I want to know
How do I breathe without you?

song name

artist name

character name

Leanne Deborah Gallinger

nickname(s)

Lee, Blondie

Age

16(April 16)/High School Junior

Occupation

Volunteer at Mercy Medical Center

Sexuality

Heterosexual
appearance

hair style

A dirty blonde, naturally wavy. Is currently growing it out from an ill advised chin length bob and dye job.

modifications

Double pierced earlobes. She's been looking at tattoo designs with her bestie Jenelle to get one day.

physique

A rather skinny figure, though the most egregiously noticeable thing is her blatant lack of ass.

attire

Overall, Leah tries to aim for a sexy, chill, sorta grungy vibe with her outfits. Primary fixtures of her day-to-day outfits include ripped jeans, short-shorts, and bralettes in every color imaginable. When she's not going out or at a party, she can normally be seen chilling in a ratty band tee and pajama shorts. Though she's subtle about it, the diminuitive girl is a huge fan of heels and platforms. If it doesn't make her taller, chances are she won't put them on her feet. Also has a select few "professional" pieces for when her Dad wants her to look more like the golden child he presents her as, with more understated conservative pieces.

height

5'2

weight

101 lbs

Eye Colour

Brown

hair colour

Dirty blonde
personality

personality

A classic manic pixie dream girl, with extra emphasis on the manic. Leah bounces between a brainy achiever who volunteers at the hospital to a party girl pursuing guys with ease, gaining a thrill from managing her two "identities". Leah adores a challenge, and is the type who always has to be focused on something, always has to have a goal or a distraction that takes up her entire brain. She lives for the rush, the stress, the mania of whatever she's doing, whether that be acing a project or doggedly pursuing DJ Starr at a house party. She's needlessly clingy, and can't bear to be alone for a second. Truthfully, the idea of being left to her own thoughts scares the shit out of her.

positive traits

+ Lively
+ Tenacious
+ Charismatic
+ Humorous
+ Steadfast

negative traits

- Clingy
- Overbearing
- Restless
- Spiteful
- Hardheaded
background

early life

Leah Gallinger was never going to have a normal life. Born out of a shotgun wedding between charming drifer with political ambitions, Jed Gallinger, and aspiring nurse Lara Monroe, the Gallingers didn't want for much financially. However despite this, Leah was born with a myriad of health conditions that revealed themselves over the years. It started with the discovery that she had a cleft lip and palate, something which would be a pain in the ass for the young girl, necessitating multiple surgical procedures, speech therapy, and specialized orthodontic treatment. In short, she spent a sizeable chunk of her childhood in the hospital.

It certainly didn't help matters that life in the Gallinger home was something of a shitshow. Jed, though a loving father who adored his daugter, struggled with substance abuse, often going out, getting turnt till the wee hours of the morning, and having affairs that he would come to hate himself for in the morning. His frequent nights out caused strain in his marriage, and combined with lack of support outside of Jed, caused his wife's mental health to deteriorate. Things took a turn for the worse however, when Leah was 3, and her mother was involved in a car accident. Severely injured, and in critical condition, Lara underwent a stint in the hospital. To deal with the pain, she was diagnosed with prescription medications. Unfortunately, harsh pains, a disaster of a marriage, and raising a toddler with a health condition, got too much for Lara to deal with, and she gradually became hooked on her prescription drugs.

later life

Truthfully, Leah was too young to understand why her mom acted the way she did. Lara loved her, that was obvious even to a little kid, but she was just different from other kid's moms, and she didn't know why. She was always tired, she got cranky, she even smelled pretty bad most of the time. She didn't make nice dinners like DJ's mom, or go to preschool to talk about her job like Jenelle's. And as much as a 6 year old could, she was jealous of her classmates with their normal parents. But to her, that was just her weird mom. Lara still tried to be a good mom, baking cookies and things like that, Only the cookies were always burnt. And even if they weren't, no amount of sweet gestures would have ever began to make up for what happened on that fateful Halloween night. Things had been going decently to that point. Lara was sweeter, even taking her to school and doing things generally expected of mother's. But after a long night of trick or treating and being put to bed by her father, little Leah creeped into the kitchen to get a glass of water.

She could still picture it to this day. The way that even though Leah would later learn that her mother ODed, blood still poured from her skull from bumping it against a counter as she collapsed. The way that she was completely still, her eyes wide open even if it was obvious she was gone. The way that Leah was utterly paralyzed, not able to make a sound. The way she fled to her bedroom, blocking out all recollection of what happened. She never said a word. The realization that she could've called for help and done something only came to mind, the day after when Lara was officially declared dead.

She's never talked about that night since. She'd rather pretend it never happened, and that she's completely carefree. It happened so long ago after all, why should it affect her? She threw herself into her studies, and later on, into partying, jumping on the quickest thing to distract her from her memories. And it almost worked, she gave herself so much going on in her life, it was almost impossible to stay still and really think about her mom. At least that's what she'd like to believe.

even later life

Leah now works at the hospital she'd spent a majority of her childhood in as a patient, at her dad's command, with dreams of becoming a doctor herself someday. Her mother's cause of death was kept relatively hush hush, as Jed didn't want to ruin his dead wife's memory, or have her cause of death tarnish his own reputation as a mayoral candidate, losing her being the thump on his head he needed to get his shit together. Outside of work, she's either partying, doing some nerdy academia shit with her bestie Jenelle, or bugging DJ to date her.

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misc

Likes
Rock Music
Coffee
Horror Movies
Sunbathing
Dogs

Dislikes
Sleep
Being turned down
Quiet
Solitude
Halloween

Extras
- Has joined essentially every club Jenelle's in to support her, except cheerleading
- On her own she does Future Leaders of America, student council, and debate.
- When she was a freshman, she dyed her hair bright blonde and cut it in a bob. It's naturally a more dirty-ish blonde/brunette mixture.
- Has actually never done drugs outside of weed, despite being something of a party girl
- Literally incapable of letting anything go
- Wears contact lens
- Deathly allergic to cats
- Tries to organize her shit, but it just gets messy the next day
- Tone-deaf
- Has a weirdly incredible sense of smell. It's a completely useless ability mind you, but she prides herself on it.
-Was diagnosed with asthma and an unstable heartbeat later in life
-Does not go anywhere without her inhaler

relationships

jed gallinger

Her father. The two of them get along well, and Leah loves teasing him. The two sometimes bicker about Leah's partying/troublemaking ways, but it never really goes anywhere to harm their relationship, and the worst of her shenanigans have been safely hidden from his ears.

lara gallinger

Her mother. Leah barely knew her, and what she knew wasn't exactly the greatest. The fact that she doesn't know whether she meant to die or not, infuriates the young girl and gets her irrationally pissed at the dead woman. However, her death still stings her to this day, and she sometimes wonders what she would've been like if she hadn't gotten hooked on opioids.

dj starr

A childhood friend that Leah's hopelessly infatuated with. The two had been in the same class since Kindergarten, but only really began interaction on Halloween, when Leah had stolen his candy and the two got into a fight. The morning after, her mom had died, and after "recovering" from the loss, she returned to school, offered a half-apology to the young boy and they'd been sorta friends since. Leah's had a crush on him since she was little, and isn't shy about letting him know. Though he always rejects her, the two have actually hooked up once, and Leah's still doggedly pursuing him. She pretends like she's unbothered by the constant rejections, but they're slowly taking a toll on her, even if she's scared to walk away from him, holding onto hope that one day he might change his mind.

jenelle kennedy.

Leah's best friend. The two have been besties since before Leah can even remember, as a result of Jen's family attempting to console the young girl following the loss of her mother, and are basically inseperable. Though Jenelle's far more by the book than her, Leah will always hype her nerdy bestie up and thinks everyone else should too.

♡design by natasha., coded by uxie♡

dear.szmm · Sep 13, 2023

* Liza
1ai
2ai
3ai
4ai

req.

Take me for a spin

* name
Yelizaveta "Liza" Zhukova

* age
24

* p.o.b.
Saint Petersburg, Russia

* occupation
Stripper

* Female

* Capricorn

* Bisexual

* height
5'8"

* weight
120lbs

* build
Slender with defined bones. Other than her height, Liza is fairly petite, but still possesses a reliable level of strength.

* hair
Long and black with a middle parting. Usually styled to be wavy or occasionally straightened.

* eye colour
Green

pers.

likes

* Red lipstick

* Cigarettes

* Stray cats

* Vodka

* Rock & heavy metal

dislikes

* Cowardice

* Sloppy foods

* Authority figures

* Idleness

fears

* Falling in love

* personality
lalalalalalala

hist.

* liza says . . .

❝

all work and no play makes liza a dull girl.

❞

* history
lalalala yeah yeah yeah i'll get to it dw

misc.

* family
lalalala

* mbti
idk
req.

pers.

hist.

misc.
♡coded by uxie♡
* Reuben
1ai
2ai
3ai
4ai

req.

Try and stop me.

* name
Reuben Alexandria Bonilla

* age
26

* p.o.b.
New York City

* occupation
Police Detective

* Male

* Aquarius

* Heterosexual

* height
5'11"

* weight
200lbs

* build
Reuben is tall, tan, and handsome. His golden face is framed with thick, dark eyebrows and usually dons a sly smirk. He's not particularly muscley, but his body is toned and in shape. He owns a few free weights but sticks to no rigorous routine, opting for a more relaxed approach to keeping in shape. He'll occasionally run or jog, but is generally naturally slim and healthy.

* hair
Thick, black.

* eye colour
Green

pers.

likes

* Beer

* 3am Takeout

* control

* Cooking

dislikes

* gossip

* ketchup

* american cheese

* bicycles

fears

* snakes

* food poisoning

* losing control

* personality
Without knowing Reuben all that well, one might assume a majority of LA, the criminals and the reprobates, would dislike him, being a cop and all.
However, the criminals and the reprobates of LA knew something the rest of the society didn't.
Reuben isn't a cop through and through. He performs as one, as part of a facade; corrupted. Always had been, even at 19 when he left college and joined the force. It was easier to get enrolled in LA, not as many questions. He could slip through the cracks and enjoy a career beneficial for himself, trading confiscated contraband and confidential information for cash and favours. Being in the force gave him the means, and being corrupt gave him the choice.
Despite the shortcomings in his career, Reuben is not a terrible person. He enjoys the diversity California offers, and has a soft-heart for the needy and the overshadowed. He is visibly enlightened around his friends, and has a good level of banter with those close to him.
Sometimes cunning and manipulative when required, Reuben is a smart guy who uses his wit and charm to his own advantage. Attractive women are a constant object of his desire, but he has no time for games. If he can't win you over straight away, he's likely to shift his gaze elsewhere.

hist.

* Reuben says . . .

❝

I'm not a good guy, and I'm not a bad guy. I like to have options.

❞

* history
Reuben was born to Emilia and Aldo Bonilla, both Itallian immigrants, in New York City. His early life was happy and uneventful as an only child, until he entered middle school.
Emilia and Aldo's marriage wasn't as happy as it appeared. Once a wealthy and thriving corporate business man, Aldo had lost almost every penny of the family's wealth at the casino. Soon after, Emilia and her husband divorced, and Aldo retreated back to his home town of Rome.
Reuben attended the first year of his major in Political Science at Massachusetts Institute of Technology. Alas, he grew tired of being a student and loathed the campus life. He felt he was wasting his time - his potential. A guy with a plan, he had already been researching his new direction, one that could benefit him most. He moved to California, applied to the force in LA, and was promptly accepted. The next week, he packed his bags and moved into a reasonable apartment in the downtown district (first three months rent courtesy of LAPD, of course. Talk about misplaced public spending.)
Reuben is seven years in, and has worked his way to detective through not-so-honest means.
Reuben's anger at his father and frustration at his mother has spilled into his adulthood. He resents his father for being weak-willed and a coward, fleeing to safety whilst leaving Emilia and Reuben to keep their heads above water. Emilia still resides in New York and is visited by Reuben infrequently. Once a doting son, he now harbours some resentment for the messy divorce and circumstances he was raised in, feeling his mother could have been stronger, could have done better for them both. In LA, he is able to take charge of his own fate, meddling in both the underworld of criminals and gangs and the upper tiers of the police. Lies, money, and deceit are sure to lie in Reuben's wake.

misc.

* family
Emilia / Mother, in New York.
Aldo / Father, in Italy. Reuben's grandparents and various aunties and uncles also reside in Italy but have had very few instances of contact with him.

* mbti
ENTJ-A
req.

pers.

hist.

misc.
♡coded by uxie♡

tamarapasek · Sep 17, 2023

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wil

Come inside of my heart
If you're looking for answers
Look at the stars, go a little bit faster

come inside of my heart

IV of Spades

character name

Wilhemina Patrice Jimenez

nickname(s)

Wil, Willy, Meeny

Age

18(January 16)

Occupation

Funeral Attendant/College freshman

Sexuality

Heterosexual
appearance

hair style

Deep black waves boasting a soft sheen, goes a bit below shoulder length, and worn loosely or under a headband most of the time.

modifications

Pierced earlobes

physique

Fairly slim figure despite lacking any real defenition, with rather top heavy proportions.

attire

Generally favors a very nice flowy 70's aesthetic in regards to her outfit. Given her hippie nature, it's no shock that she leans towards flowing maxi dresses, paisley tops, nice lacy cardigans, and bell bottom jeans amongst others, preferring outfits that are easy to move in. Is basically always concerned that her style may be percieved as strange by others, although she's yet to get any real complaints.

height

5'6

weight

117 lbs

eye colour

Dark brown

hair colour

Black
personality

personality

The quntissential girl next door, a sweet introverted girl who can't bear to let anybody down, whether human or animal. Very much a people pleaser, is basically incapable of saying no to the people that she loves. Despite her best efforts to go along with everything, she's an absolutely terrible liar and a naturally expressive person-even if it's through winces and pained expressions that she tries to hide to no avail. As much as she doesn't like it, her heart is always on her sleeve, big and beating for everybody else to partake in it's full glory. Is incredibly impressionable and easily swayed to the point that she can be convinced into believing pretty much anything.

positive traits

+ Empathetic
+ Gentle
+ Cheerful
+ Considerate
+ Introspective

negative traits

- Gullible
- Paranoid
- Irrationally superstitious
- Pushover
- Sensitive
background

early life

Wilhemina was born far from Skid Row, across the world in the Philippines. A result of a drunken tryst, between a fed up Oscar Diaz, a funeral home director who had gotten into a dispute with Hilda Areneta, his girlfriend/baby mamma/business partner, and Claudia Booth, a college graduate from the US who had decided to spend a year backpacking across Asia. This plan was cut short by the discovery that she'd been knocked up by her one night stand. By all intents and purposes Claudia had no intention of keeping the ringworm around. With endless ambition and promise in life that lay outside of early motherhood, and no clue how she would even explain the situation to her family, she knew she could never raise the child. But when she went to tell him her plans, the evening took a drastically different turn.

Already smitten with his other two kids, and having trouble convincing Hilda to have another, Oscar jumped at this third chance at fatherhood. Promising that he would offer financial support, he offered to raise the kid on his own as soon as the baby came, so she could go back to America with this experience behind her. This, of course, was an idea that only an utterly delusional man would be able to come up with. But being young and easily swayed, Claudia reluctantly agreed to his terms. And so, a little less than 9 months later, Wilhemina Jimenez was dumped out into the world and almost promptly ditched by her birth mother into the hands of Oscar and Hilda.

later life

Growing up, the idea that she was a product of an affair was felt, especially by Hilda. The idea that she had to be extra sweet and easy to compensate for how much complication she'd caused the family by existing was ingrained in her at a very young age. While nobody in her family was particularly mean or cruel to her, any affection or kindness extended by Hilda felt like a privilege that could just as easily be discarded. Other than Oscar, she struggled to spend much time with her family as a kid, given Hilda's grudge over the affair, and the fact that both of her sisters felt much older and had their own shit to deal with, Maya with her peageants and Cora with her studies. With this time, she instead grew close to the animals that dwelled in their garden, spending many an hour playing with lizards, frogs, and stray cats, the start of her lifelong affinity for animals.

At age 7, her parents dropped a bombshell on her. For the past several years, they'd been saving and scheming to move to America to grow their funeral home business(and find a way for Oscar to divorce his actual wife, but whatever totally secondaryyy), and allow the kids to take advantage of that good ol' Murican dream and improve their lives too. This news was taken a lot harder by her older siblings, with Wil being completely oblivious to what moving across the globe even meant.

Once arriving in the USA, it was revealed to the kids that all the parents had been able to afford was a crappy apartment over a dingy funeral home in one of the worst cities in LA. Goodbye to gardens full of animal friends, hello to sneaking in wounded pigeons that smash into the window to unsuccessfully nurse back to health. Needless to say, it wasn't an easy transition for any of the members of the Jimenez family at first.

As time passed, things got easier. The thick accent that Wil had gotten much grief for when she first started school slowly vanished. New customs replaced the old with little fanfare. Slowly but surely, their funeral home quickly became known as the cheapest in town, with quality to match, and they evolved from a fish out of water to the owners of a hallmark of shit for all who hoped to bury their dead relative for as little dough as possible. And time that Wil had used to spend on her own with the animals, became offering to help around the home to win favor with Hilda.

Given that Wil, even at a young age was the most willing to do jobs around the funeral home, she quickly became the default for such tasks. To nobody's surprise, being surrounded by death consistently did a number on her sensitive soul. The feeling she was being watched by the undead was too unbearable, and she found herself desperately researching and clinging to old superstitions regarding the best way to protect yourself from ghosts. Like a shaky chihuahua, she steeled herself each and every day for the fight against sneaky malicious ghosts who she was certain were stalking her every move.

even later life

Wil decided that since she didn't have any clear ambitions for the future, out of a sense of obligation to her family, she might as well study to become a funeral director, and take over the family business when she grew up. When she's not studying, or working as an attendant at home, she's usually spotted yet again engaging with the undead by accompanying her boyfriend Vinny on ghost hunts.

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misc

Likes
Cuddles
Animals
Babies
Fashion
R&B
Crochet

Dislikes
Engaging with the Paranormal
Being Disliked
Gory stuff
Horror
Sour food
Saying no

Extras
- Has had(kidnapped) a pet gecko named Sally at age 10. It's her most prized possession so far, and she still considers Sally to be her baby girl.
- Loves to dance around the house, despite having no real skill
-Doomscrolled for a few hours on animals getting slaughtered, and now throws up every time she has to eat meat
- Still too much of a pushover to say no when it's served to her
- A total homebody, but will make an exception to visit thrift stores
- Stress-crochets. Her room is now basically overflown with bandanas, crop-tops, and stuffed animals
- Wants to get married and have like 5 kids
-Suffers from terrible acne breakouts

relationships

oscar jimenez

Wil's father, the co-owner of Serenity Funeral Services. A daddy's girl through and through, she's maintained a close relationship with him throughout the years, with him always being willing to spend time with her and Sally. Tends to overlook his habit of making rash decisions and prioritizing helping randos over his own family at times.

hilda araneta

Wil's kinda-sorta step-mother and Oscar's long term girlfriend who's still struggling to get over his past infidelities. Despite Wil constantly striving to make Hilda like her more, their relationship has remained more akin to cordial/friendly roommates than a mother-daughter bond. To her credit, Hilda did try to hide her disdain for being forced to care for a kid that wasn't even hers, but it was still pretty clear where she stood on the issue from her tightened smiles, and passive aggressive quips to Oscar in front of the kids.

corazon jimenez

Wil's oldest sister. The two weren't especially close in their younger years due to a sizable age gap, but where Wil had been lacking maternal affection from Hilda, Cora had stepped up to the plate when she could, in a way that only a 10 year old was capable of doing, helping her with her homework and showing up at school events. Effortlessly intelligent and accomplished, Wil envies her big sister, although she does worry about whether Cora's taking on too many shifts, or eating properly, and checks up on her regularly. Generally feels debted to Cora for taking care of her, and tries to return the favor when she can.

maya Jimenez

Wil's second oldest sister, and Hilda's only actual biological daughter. In her younger years, there had been a brief period where she'd clung onto Maya, hoping that some of the affection Hilda had for her would rub off on Wil. It didn't work, and as Maya's career in beauty peageants grew, Hilda took it upon herself to drive her across the country to compete regularly, meaning Wil barely saw her. The two did grow closer upon moving to America, with Wil often seeking her out for advice on fashion and relationships. Adores the crap out of her and thinks she's the coolest person ever, despite having questionable taste in the guys she chooses to go out with.

vincent ramos

Wil's insanely hunky yet adorable boyfriend. After reluctantly joining a ghosthunting club to get close to him, the two dorks became a couple soon after. The couple have been together since the 9th grade, and she's even more smitten than she was back then, and it shows in how she still can't be away from him for more than 2-3 days at a time. In addition, she literally cannot stand to disappoint him, and has become an accomplice to all his ghosthunting expeditions to make him happy. Is secretly terrified he'll get murdered by a ghost before they can get married.

isolde hewitt

Wil's best friend. Despite being polar opposites, Isolde being a blunt intellectual while Wil's a people-pleasing ditz, the two have managed to stay close friends since meeting in the paranormal society. Although Wil struggles to understand Isolde's obsession with ghosts, she does adore the crap out of her best friend just the same, and will reluctantly support her pursuit of knowledge. Though infinitely dumber than her brilliant bestie, she'll still listen intently to Isolde chatter on about the latest book she's read or other intellectual thing on her mind, while nodding along and pretending that she understands.

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