Realistic or Modern guess who? (CS)

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[xX_Spookzz_Xx]

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Name: Leroy Michael O'hara
Nickname(s): Roy, Lee, Mike
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual

Appearance-
Description: Leroy is a shorter male, with dark brown eyes and short black hair with dyed white bangs. He has a piercing on the bridge of his nose, one nose ring on his left nostril, another nose ring in the middle of both nostrils, and three rings in his lower lip. He also has small stud earrings that aren't visible often. He normally wears eyeliner and has freckles. He has a pale complexion. He normally wears mostly black outfits with his signature crystal necklaces.
Body Modifications: lots of face piercings, dyed hair
Distinguishing Features: his many face piercings, his light colored bangs, eyeliner, necklaces
Physical Disability(s): N/A
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Personality-
Positive Traits: Creative, funny, carefree, chill
Negative Traits: can be oblivious in certain situations, has empathy issues, slow to trust others, jokes at wrong times.
Likes: scary movies, drawing, doing makeup, cosplaying occasionally
Dislikes: creeps, party poppers, alcohol, cheese pizza, math
Habits: he messes with his piercings when bored or nervous, spaces out sometimes
Hobbies: he watches horror movies often, which makes him know basically all the tropes, gags, or scare tactics. He also cosplays.
Mental Disorder(s): N/A

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Backstory: He was born in the big city, where he was the only child of his parents for a while. School was fairly easy for him, besides math, which he despises. Once his sister was born, five years after Leroy, his whole life changed. Him and his sister where like best friends for a while, they never separated.

One day, in his second last year of highschool, (he had to redo a grade) he saw his sister getting bullied. He was very angry. He went to go deal with them, and he got into a fight with the bullies. He won the fight, but got expelled from the school. He had to go to a new school, still in his senior year. That made his parents greatly dislike him, and they kicked him out when he was expelled.

Relationship(s): Leroy and his little sister, Leslie are very close, they call almost everyday to check on one another, and he visits her when he can. His parents dislike him, so they haven't talked in a while.
Big Secret: he's a popular cosplayer, and he fought the bullies.

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[ingydars]

• mazzy
• kieran
• thatcher

• MAZZY SLAUGHTER

  i'm supposed to be grateful to have survived this?

  Ⳋ⠀˚ DOSSIER !
  
  FULL NAME. madeline eugenia slaughter.
  NICKNAMES. her first name, madeline, is as good as dead to her. she's mazzy to most, maz to her father, and a number of expletives to anyone unoriginal.
  AGE. with big eyes and a baby face, most people are surprised to learn mazzy is twenty-going-on-twenty one, not some 16 year old kid looking for trouble.
  GENDER. identifies as cis-fem, she/her pronouns.
  SEXUALITY. queer. it's . . . complicated. mazzy isn't fully convinced she'll ever be attracted to just anyone. when rumors of her being a slut in high school began (despite her never having her first kiss), having a boyfriend or girlfriend seemed out of the question. these days, she can barely dance the line of acquaintances with others.
  
  Ⳋ⠀˚ APPEARANCE !
  
  born with a shock of red hair, mazzy's hair has always been her strongest asset. much like a lion’s mane, it's long, luscious and curly at just the right places— which simply means she does everything she can to make her hair appear effortless and gorgeous. she has hazel eyes, somewhat ocean-like. some people have even said they change colors like the sea, brown during a sunny day where she was happy and green when she was angry, like thunderstorms stalking. her face is coated with freckles, a signature stamp on fair skin and she has dimples that she most certainly dug with pencil stubs to make even deeper. mazzy has always been described as a picture of innocence, doe eyes and button nose, she stopped growing by the time she was 5’6 at age fourteen and it was the perfect height for boys to notice her but not feel intimidated.
  
  by the time she's twenty, mazzy looks like she’s barely aged a day since graduation. still with her large almond eyes and full-lips, not a crease on her face. it's all the effort of an incredibly daily and nightly routine, followed by intense care for her skin and her hair. her hair is shorter now, it used to reach her waist when she was fourteen, growing it long and proud and keeping it open to let the wind ruffle through it but it’s considerably shorter now, only reaching to her torso now. her hair is still her prize, naturally red but parts of her hair do have brown highlights, an impulsive act. her freckles have become less fervent with age, more deliberate than real now; like she drew them on herself.
  
  BODY MODS. double pierced ears, a plethora of tattoos: a swallow on the back of her right arm, stars above her left knee, a two headed lamb on her inner left forearm. she intends on getting more soon.
  DISTINGUISHING FEATURES. her hair-- most people see her hair before they see her; scabs and scars run down her legs, years of razor nicks, dog scratches, and bruises seem to tell a story of their own; faint scars like pin pricks across her skin- a history of ivs from hospital stays in her younger years. a small gray patch of skin sits between her collarbones- the only remnant of where a feeding tube once sat.
  PHYSICAL DISABILITIES. type two diabetes, although there is no cure for mazzy's diabetes, she hasn't needed insulin therapy since middle school. this is in part because of her stringent diet and exercise schedule. there are instances where she can become light-headed or have blurry vision depending on the last time she ate or had a snack.
  FACE CLAIM. freya allen.
  
  Ⳋ⠀˚ PERSONA !
  
  mazzy slaughter constantly does more than she needs to, more than what is expected of her and she feels like a bullet out of control. she has days where she can be outgoing; laughter spilling out of her lips as she talks with anyone who shows even the slightest amount of interest. it's easy for people to see her as quirky and playful; teasing and mischievous and lively. she is both upbeat and offbeat; outlandish in a way that can be seen as whimsical rather than worrying. she is a hard person to ignore with her whirlwind of energy and free-spiritedness and she enjoys that. she likes the attention regardless if it's positive or not, it grounds her and reminds her that she is still alive as long as eyes are on her. and isn't that her problem? the fact that she can't feel alive without people squeezing her until she has trouble breathing? she's a hard person to understand because it feels like she constantly flips between being different people. she isn't a person, she is an idea to most. she is the wild girl of your dreams and she desperately holds onto that. desperately holds onto the idea that people want her because the opposite of wanting is something very lonely.
  
  there are so many good days with mazzy that it's easy to forget the bad ones. the bad days she can barely bring herself out of bed. days where she spends hours doing nothing but looking at the wall as if she can't hear her loved ones pleading for her to get up, to eat, to do anything. days where she spends all day weeping about nothing. days where she can't stand to talk to anyone around her despite being previously so outgoing. the switch from manic highs and depressive lows is an unpredictable thing. she bounces through hysterics as if it's nothing. there are moments where mazzy can be seen as manipulative as a desperate attempt to keep people with her and on the same page as her; she is very defensive about herself and can be quite casually cruel when it comes to people pointing out her bizarre behavior, and the thing is that she doesn't mean to go into this cruelty, but it's an automaniac response when she is backed up in a corner and doesn't want to admit things about herself.
  
  despite this, she can be quite loving and gentle to those that she likes and has moments of self-awareness when it comes to her loved ones, but that just leads to a cycle of not wanting to hurt them but ending up doing it anyway and feeling terrible. she wears this mask of fake confidence that can be broken at any minute because the truth is that mazzy slaughter doesn't hate anyone more than she hates herself. she puts on this image of self love, but she is plagued by insecurities about herself that don't go away no matter how much she tries to forget about them. no one will hate mazzy slaughter as much as she hates herself, she is sure of that.
  
  POSITIVE TRAITS. adaptable, if her past has taught her anything, it's how to adapt to the situation around you and it's something she often uses to her advantage. good with people / charismatic, she's good at hiding and getting into small spaces that the normal person wouldn't be able to fit; flexible. calm under pressure, mazzy's composed exterior remains unshaken even in the most tense situations. her ability to remain calm and collected under pressure allows her to outmaneuver others who might falter. resourceful, funnily enough, despite a lack of self-preservation, mazzy is quite resourceful. perhaps her intelligence is to be thanked but she always knows how to get herself out of situations.
  NEGATIVE TRAITS. reckless / emotional / manic; can lead to her making bad decisions in the spur of the moment. mazzy has no sense of self-preservation whatsoever. after living so long in such a high stakes environment, she fails to realize the severity of situations, believing that the wounds and injuries she has are nothing to be concerned about. doesn't think things through fully before committing to them. unpredictable. stubborn. impatient. struggles with communication. insensitive, yes, she has manners. and yes, all of her actions are done for what she believes to be good and just. but that doesn’t mean she isn’t insensitive nonetheless. it might not be her intention to cause heartbreak and anger with her words and actions but mazzy has a hard time grasping the delicacies of one’s emotions.
  LIKES. candles, sour fruits like green apple and cranberries, fizzy drinks that make her stomach pinch, the color green, the sun, daytime, drugs, flowers, witchcraft, physical contact/cuddling, drinking, partying, winter, attention, music, 80s/90s music, makeovers, horror movies, once she gets her hands on a bicycle, she’s not letting go
  DISLIKES. closed spaces, being alone, hypocrites, sweating, being used by others, being restrained, admitting her faults, talking about her breakdowns/feelings, flashing lights, swimming, the ocean, arguing, fast and sudden contact coming towards her, fireworks, being sick
  HABITS. avoiding eye contact during conversation, applying and reapplying chapstick, absentmindedly braiding the ends of her hair. flinches near older women, particularly the ones that remind her of her mother. pulling/yanking at the ends of her sleeves.
  HOBBIES. smoking, dabbles in guitar from her middle school years, makeup, dancing, cleaning.
  MENTAL DISORDER. undiagnosed bipolar depression, although heavily suspected as her father's side of the family grapples with it. her father himself has it, although he's currently medicated.
  
  Ⳋ⠀˚ BACKGROUND !
  
  tw: mentions of munchausen syndrome by proxy, child abuse, and ptsd. read with caution.
  
  madeline slaughter was born a sickly girl. at least, that's what her mother, claire, insisted to doctors who told her otherwise when she was nothing but a newborn. the product of a single mother and historically absent father- but she didn’t exactly get to blame him for not being there; claire almost forgot to tell the father that he was one.
  
  despite how mazzy is, she was brought up with what many would call a rather loving mother, who admittedly, should have never been one. for much of her younger years, her mother's words rang true. she was just a sickly girl. she needed the feeding tubes, to be kept out of public school, she needed to be kept a doll rather than a child and a daughter. claire's cause to see care for her daughter was quick to bring attention of the town's sympathy and donations. her mother told her she was sick and little mazzy believed her because what mother would lie about that? what mother would harm their child in an effort to make it look like she is ill? not a good one which her mother was, so mazzy was sick because if she wasn't then that just made claire a liar. a monster. an abuser. and in madeline's mind, she wasn't any of those things.
  
  but neighbors began to grow suspicious after noticing that in and out of hospital stays, mazzy's illness only got worse when she was with her mother. greater concerns became more apparent as bruises blotched her skin and red marks dug into her wrists (as if tied together by something), appearing seemingly out of nowhere. and that concern rapidly began to build before it burst after a near death experience that was caused by mazzy's mother and salt in her feeding tube. in some ways, mazzy was truly sick, subject to her mother's torment and suffocated with love. child protective services quickly became involved before mazzy's ninth birthday, and her father, who for the past nine years was clueless to this apparent kinship- was granted of the girl and she began to live with him from then on. life has been a winding road for mazzy, learning how to be a normal girl, learning to live a normal life, going to school. throughout middle and high school, she often had unexplained meltdowns and crying fits, moments of extreme stress that caused her to scratch at her arms until they bled or was restrained.
  
  for the past eleven years mazzy has been free, but the damage remains. despite the past being over, a small part of her relives it in every moment of her life.
  
  RELATIONSHIPS.
  
  claire miller , mother 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 mazzy’s relationship with her mother is difficult to explain. she loves her mother to pieces and one ill word against her will make mazzy explode with anger. but she also hates her mother, hates her for making her the way she did, making her live the life she did. she blames her mother for the way she is now, why she has no friends, no boyfriend/girlfriend, nothing more than the product of tainted girlhood and her mother's selfish desires. mazzy still has zero contact with her mother despite claire's repetitive attempts at trying to contact her after she turned eighteen.
  
  jamie slaughter , father 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 their relationship is something strained, awkward but loving. mazzy's father is the closest thing she has to a best friend and support system. it's clear that jamie cares about his daughter so much and just wants her to be the best person that she can be, although mazzy has already had the realization that this is the best she can be. he encourages her to get help that she refuses to take, and there are moments where mazzy feels contempt at her father for not saving her sooner. but still. their little broken family is one forged with love, and nothing will ever change that.
  
  BIG SECRET. tw for addiction and drug abuse mazzy's secret is one kept between tight lips. what began as an escape from herself--one pill--became abusing her father's medication behind his back. only recently has this addiction become monstrous, sleeping with the local pharmacist's son just to get a fix. the last she saw him, he was on his stomach, passed out off too many sleeping pills. the next she saw him was on the front page of the town's newspaper- dead at 21 from an overdose.
  
  Ⳋ⠀˚ EXTRA !
  mazzy's ipod
  mazzy's board
  
  code by valen t.
  
  
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• 
  
  KIERAN SNYDER

  looking half a corpse and half a god.

  Ⳋ⠀˚ DOSSIER !
  
  FULL NAME. kiersten kieran joseph snyder
  NICKNAMES. kj, a shortened version of his first and middle name, typically used by his old teammates and peers, along with his last name, snyder. kiki, a name that irritates and hurts him beyond reason. his mother and father still call him this, stubborn in their ways and not caring how he feels about it. anyone who calls him this will instantly be on his shit list, and he'll pray for their downfall forever [besides his parents].
  AGE. twenty-two, a baby-faced frat boy still carded.
  SEXUALITY. closeted gay and extremely internally homophobic/comphet. his gender identity is already unacceptable in the eyes of his parents, bringing anyone home looking how he does would likely have him kicked out of the house. since coming out, he's had a string of girlfriends over the years, but nothing more serious than a couple weeks.
  
  Ⳋ⠀˚ APPEARANCE !
  
  kieran has always always been attractive, with a roguish charm. sun tanned skin, sandy blonde hair and blue eyes at 6’2”, he’s the dream.
  
  even in his high school years, he had quite the body. lean, but muscled. he was often seen shirtless, and never seemed to feel shame to hide his scars or pox marks. he carries himself with a roguish indifference that is striking to anyone he meets. his eyes, are dark blue, and remarkably still. most people find them either unsettling or alluring, or sometimes both. they are downturned and have a lazy softness, but a noticeable intensity.
  
  he dresses the part of the american boy, all cut off jeans and tank tops. he sort of has this timelessness to him. his skin is soft and warm from sun exposure, and his cheeks get a little rosy when he’s flushed. in his twenties, the roguishness only intensified. he is kind of ageless. as a teen he could have been anything from fifteen to twenty five. as an adult, well, it's your guess. his hair is coarser now, windswept like the sea has tussled it stiff. mothers say he constantly needs a haircut, and would shave it off if they got the chance. this cut is often accompanied by blonder stubble, sometimes accentuating side burns. his skin is tough. golden, as always, but no longer peach soft. his smile is broad, with handsome dimples. He is not traditionally handsome, and some even consider him something of a high school hasbeen gone to rot. it's more the aura around him that creates the look, of this paranoid, rugged dangerous creature.
  
  BODY MODS. two very distinct tattoos, two imps tied together on the back of his left forearm to honor his sister, and a stick-and-poke on his inner right arm depicting the big bang.
  DISTINGUISHING FEATURES. two faint pink scars dot under his chest, his only reminder of the past. these are scars he bears proudly. his head of hair, always flopping in and around his eyes. cutting blue eyes, never looking past you, always at you. an eagle-like nose, with a bump inherited from his father's side. kieran has a way of carrying himself, stubbornly stopless in his own skin- yet somehow a stranger all the same.
  FACE CLAIM. charles alexander.
  
  Ⳋ⠀˚ PERSONA !
  
  kieran snyder isn't someone who can be read very easily if you look at him from a surface level. truth be told, people sometimes don't like to be around him, simply because they won't dig deeper. surface wise, kieran is an inhibited, evasive and paranoid fuck. his head is constantly down to avoid conversation, his fingers busy either playing with his clothes and running through his hair as a distraction and his posture is slumped so he can disappear from existence unless needed. something he had picked from his sister (something his parents have constantly been on his head about).
  
  kieran is far from hostile but he certainly isn't considered a talkative or people person, not like he used to be. he simply tolerates crowds, kids and others his age. if he's not in a good mood and he gets bothered, he can be quite snappy and avoidant, locking himself in his room to reminisce or avoid interaction (especially with his parents) as much as possible or become very cynical or sarcastic when they speak. people tend to stray from him because of how quiet and unwelcoming he looks, they're afraid he's a huge asshole with no care, and it doesn't help that he has a constant bitch face to back up all their worries. but on the inside? on the inside, he's something fractured and muddy [at least that's how he feels].
  
  to be honest, kieran is very repressed and tied down on the inside. when his twin sister died (their favorite child), he knew he was roadkill. a disappointment that wouldn't live up to their high expectations. to cope with it, he became a sort of workaholic, burying his head into volunteering, the local summer camp, his studies, anything to avoid the shame of never being enough and the grief that would send him spiraling. he had basically dug a grave and trapped his old self in it. his nicer, more active, less bitter and cynical self. and after coming out, his parents were simply too ashamed to have "something like him" inside their home and stopped being close with him. zero hugs, no encouragement, sometimes not even a glance his way.
  
  with barely any friends and an empty hole in his chest where she used to reside, he's very attention and touch starved. but because he's always hiding himself and terrified, trying to avoid relationships and the possible disappointment once they leave (like she did), he's always alone. whether it's by choice, or by force.
  
  at his core, kieran is a gentle and kind person, or at least he tries to be. he hates arguments, dislikes bullying and tries his best to be reassuring in some forms. though affection isn't his thing, he'll try his hardest to make someone feel heard and understood, like his light did for him. but it's hard for people to see that when they're either too scared to engage or even more scared to be thought of as some kind of weirdo when they speak to him. once you get to know him, he can actually be quite funny. with a self-deprecating sense of humor, a strange type of cleverness and inside jokes that seem to be made for someone else, he knows how to keep up with people or at least how to keep a conversation steady. with rich, upper class parents, he was forced to have at least an above surface level of social skills [he just doesn't use them].
  
  POSITIVE TRAITS. kieran is a very good negotiator/sweet talker when he wants to be, whether it's to get out of a situation or get something he needs. an innate listener, he's good at emphasizing with people. from years of working for the town's summer camp, he's learned to work with medicine, medications or injuries, and knows a thing or two about using a med kit. he just doesn't like using needles. because he's always in the back of the crowd, he's very good at noticing small things or details that fly by people's heads.
  NEGATIVE TRAITS. when ticked off, he can become prone to being snappy or sarcastic, especially if it's an insult towards his sister or himself. he'll throw caution to the wind and do something reckless in the heat of the moment. at the heart of who he is, kieran is afraid he is everything his parents say he is. deep down, he is just as sensitive as he was when he was a little girl. when pushed beyond his patience, it's not unusual for his anger to bubble to the surface, saying things that he doesn't mean.
  LIKES. board games, pineapples and strawberries, youtube video essays, journaling, shitty horror movies, chocolates and rock music, geography, numetal bands and 90s/2000s music, arts and crafts, dramas and documentaries on history topics. cheesy cartoons like scooby doo- shows he would watch in the morning before leaving for school while eating breakfast.
  DISLIKES. his parents, being talked down to, toss and throw sports, extremely loud noises and large crowds, overmasculinity, excessive bickering or arguing, feminine nicknames or feminine pronouns, mentions of cynthia in a snide remark, or in general. bigoted or judgmental people.
  HABITS. uncrossing and crossing his arms across his chest, clenching his fists until they turn white-knuckled, biting his lip raw. noticeably uncomfortable around people his parents' age, awkward and lingering at the edges of a room as if he wants to escape. most of his long sleeved shirts are frayed at the edges from compulsive fidgeting.
  HOBBIES. running track, going out for jogs at night, works as a camp counselor over the summer.
  
  Ⳋ⠀˚ BACKGROUND !
  
  the snyder family is rich and they used to prosper in the small town they choose to reside in, though their legacy is drenched in blood and shrouded in mysteries like shadows. kieran snyder wasn't always an only child, and their family run business was looked after with pride. from generation to generation of the people who owned it. kiera snyder was the light of her twin brother's life. the two were practically fused together, stuck at the hip constantly. if you saw one of them, the other was always just around the corner or right by their side. according to neighbors, friends and even their parents, the pair would never leave each other's sides. and kieran could trust kiera with anything, any and everything that weighed his heart down.
  
  the lake outside their house was their safe haven. away from snotty rich people and too high expectations, they could escape and do what they always loved to do. be together. it was january 15th, 2:03 PM when the incident happened, the one time he wasn't there at his sister's side. kieran could never fully remember, as the memory was always foggy and haze filled. but he remembers the hot tears that rolled down his face, and the painful, grief filled screams that shook his ribcage before his mother had dragged him away from his sister's dead and bloated body. kieran had never been the same after that. kiera snyder was a faded memory to the public, never to be thought of again. thought of by no one except for him.
  
  but there was one question, hidden in the fog and never thought of. the name was almost unknown, a myth in itself. something no one could truly uncover. who was kiersten snyder?
  
  RELATIONSHIPS.
  
  rachel yvette snyder (neé lee) , mother 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 rachel snyder and her son have what can only be described as a very strained relationship. growing up, kieran wasn’t girly like she wanted him to be, so there was never an interest they shared. kiera was easier, she was exactly like her but more ambitious and bright. kieran was the opposite, he liked to flow like water and always watched people take charge, instead staying back and watching. he didn’t like dresses and going to the salon to try out different hairstyles, like his sister did, and it created a barrier between them that they never found a way to break, especially since his sister's passing.
  
  carlton george snyder , father 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 kieran can’t say he’s the biggest fan of his father. he may be a "good catholic man" but he’s never considered carlton more than gum on the bottom of his shoe. he absolutely hates him and he’s not that far off from feeling that way either. he knows he sees kieran as just someone to get money from for his drugs and alcohol so he does his best to be the one to pay him off instead so he doesn’t contact kieran and ruin his life like he knows he will.
  
  kiera georgina snyder , twin sister ♰ 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 kiera was kieran's twin sister and twin flame, the only good in this shitty town. her passing has been something of a catharsis for kieran, coming out to his parents and transitioning shortly there after. his connection to his sister is one indescribable- despite his immense love for his sister, kieran knows damn well even after her death, she is still the golden child, the apple of her parents' eye. ebbed in jealousy, in the darkest corners of his mind and the coldest parts of his heart, a part of him is glad she's gone. her constant reminder of his disappointment to the family is a feeling hardly missed. truly, he loves and loved his sister.
  
  BIG SECRET. tw for mentions of drowning, depictions of death the lake was supposed to be kieran's safe place. an escape from everything, but kiera- she was always there. like a shadow, an omen for the world waiting to torment him just beyond the treeline. buried somewhere in foggy memories of that very same foggy memory, the day kiera went for a swim was the day kieran had popped her life-vest. it was supposed to be a prank, until it wasn't. flailing limbs and gurgled pleas paralyzed kieran, overwrought with anger and a sickening sense of vindication. everything kiera lived for, slipping just beneath the water. minutes passed, and all he could do was stand there. until he couldn't. as the years have passed, kieran has convinced himself kiera's death was completely accidental- he turned his back and she just, drowned.
  
  
  code by valen t.
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  thatcher sinclair

  sometimes goodbye is second chance.

  Ⳋ⠀˚ DOSSIER !
  
  FULL NAME. thatcher wilhelmina sinclair.
  NICKNAMES. thatcher is notoriously known by many names, which brings about a lack of consistency in their life. her parents and most people call her thatch, but every new name is a mark of a new era to them. sinclair to some, just sin to others, and wednesday to the idiot teen boys in town who insists she holds some uncanny resemblance to "that one girl from the addams family". they take the name in stride.
  AGE. freshly eighteen years old at the start of the killing spree, thatcher takes their birthday as something as a terrible coincidence to these strange happenings.
  GENDER. identifies as non-binary, going by they/she/it pronouns. of course, they have an issue with coming out as well because it's not easy to explain to her traditionally religious family that she doesn’t identity as a girl so they are closeted up until the end of high school, when they’re leaving for college. that is when they decide to come out to their parents. as for other people, their last year of school is when they reveal it to their friends and eventually, other people find out as well, although not everyone’s reaction is positive.
  SEXUALITY. biromantic asexual, this means, thatcher feels a romantic attraction to more than one gender but feels little to no sexual attraction to anyone, regardless of gender. identifying as asexual is more of a journey for thatcher than identifying as biromantic because they feel odd and inhumane for having no sexual attraction at first; especially when so many people around them are hormonal monsters and they’re, well, just vibing.
  
  Ⳋ⠀˚ APPEARANCE !
  
  there is an eeriness to thatcher, an indescribable allure. thatcher is long and willowy, towering over most their age at 5'10". but thatcher is, in a lot of ways, your average middle class white girl. average fair skin, not ridiculously pale like one of those stay-at-home vampires but, well, white; straight hair, almost black, pools around their shoulders and flows to their mid-back; small, stereotypical, button nose some girls would gladly go under the knife for. a cute smile that closes her eyes and lifts her cheeks, and may actually seem forced if you squint hard enough. too tall for her own good, or so her mother tells them; slim build, actually quite skinny (and flat as a board, according to the boys and other girls in their class). thatcher is, in a way, as inside the box as one can be; but that's what makes them average. pretty, not beautiful. not prom queen type. average. you kick a tree and three hundred thatchers fall off.
  
  thatcher's sense of style can only be described as goth- maybe too goth for this little dead end town. ankle-length skirts, knit cardigans and blouses, tennis skirts and knee socks with mary janes. thatcher's style is very reminiscent of “hobocore” aesthetic that can be found on pinterest. particularly, long dresses, cardigans and layered skirts with dresses, torn stockings or pattern stockings that have holes in them, fingerless gloves and loose shirts with flannel. they wear a lot of duller colors such as black, green, purple and brown. often, they even end up using bleach to create designs on otherwise plain shirts or dying them a different color after thrifting a good dress or skirt. lots of maxi skirts and flowing dresses that can be layered on top of each other. thatcher is not vain, but they do take care of their appearance to always look presentable and put together.
  
  BODY MODS. there are a number of tattoos across thatcher's body, art of which they display proudly. the first being a stick-and-poke on the back on their left hand. their second tattoo is a realistic angel that wraps under their left knee. she also has a small sleeve in progress on her right arm- an apple half and cigarette tin on the periphery of their right arm. their last tattoo is also their most recent, a rat on the inside of their left forearm. she insists that each tattoo tells a story of their own.
  DISTINGUISHING FEATURES. choppy, uneven bangs - trimmed at their own hand by the kitchen scissors in her parents home; large, curious eyes, bright blue in color but somehow dim, as if they've lost their spark; faint smile lines around their mouth, reminiscent of a childhood full of innocence and obliquity; their height, too tall for boys and girls their age to think them attractive; an expressive, owl-like face often betrayed by their emotions.
  FACE CLAIM. natalia dyer.
  
  Ⳋ⠀˚ PERSONA !
  
  a few certain words have always been used to describe thatcher: soft-spoken, quiet, principled, inquisitive and intuitive; words teachers would use to describe them in their report card, filled with b and b pluses. and they’re mostly accurate— thatcher has a certain enigmatic aura around them that has often made people intrigued about them, or at least, drawn towards them. maybe it has something to do with how little friends they have or maybe it’s because she always has this knowing look on her face, like she expected whatever was happening; she was anticipating it. regardless of what it is, because it depends on person to person, thatcher isn’t shy but rather a private person, someone who likes to watch people instead of talking to them; observe rather than participate.
  
  it’s not wrong to consider thatcher soft-spoken; she is. her words often come out in a whisper, like she’s afraid someone else will hear them and she often leaves things unsaid. they’ll say something out of context and expect people to understand, as if they can read her mind; as if they know as much as she does. they don’t recognize it when someone doesn’t keep up with them or is able to understand them; in her gaze, she’s making perfect sense and other people just aren’t putting the pieces she’s given them together. like alice in wonderland, they’re very much ditzy in that regard. their thoughts are always five steps ahead of everyone and they always leave out things in the middle of their speech, like they’re the most obvious things in the world. her tone is such that too: factual, like everything they’re saying is true and real, even the things that seem unbelievable and out of this world, distrusting in nature.
  
  razor sharp wit hidden behind soft words and softer gaze, thatcher is unexpectedly smart. most people wouldn’t expect it because their grades aren’t the best, a little above average most of the time, and people often perceive them as nothing but the enigmatic ditzy girl that loves the forest. but thatcher is oddly intuitive, if not extremely inquisitive. they’re someone who questions everything: why is a cat called a cat? what significance does monetary value have that sentiment can’t overwhelm? what lurks in the darkness? filled with questions and the desire to answer all of them, thatcher doesn’t like to limit themself to books and people. they reach out themself, going out and venturing into the world to find the answers they want to find. not particularly adventurous but rather more curious and unafraid to find the nitty, gritty answers herself, thatcher has never depended on other people to give them answers nor are they willing to wait for the answers to land on her lap. she’ll go out on her own to find them, even if she bleeds in the process.
  
  thatcher relies on their instincts innately, they depend on their gut for a lot of things and tend to be right a lot of the time. they consider it a part of their connection to earth, who’ll provide all the answers to them when earth sees fit. this is in tune with their pantheistic wiccan beliefs, that they embrace and gain more knowledge about over the course of their life. although it doesn’t often align with what other people believe, thatcher is surprisingly accepting of other people’s religions, if not a little cynical because although she doesn’t care about what other people worship as long as everyone respects each other, it does often seem baffling in her eyes and even a little silly. this is specifically in regards to catholicism, which their family practices and often end up arguing against with her on sunday mass, which she is often forced to go to, despite her insistence to not go.
  
  in these cases, thatcher's rebellion doesn’t come in waves of rage and aggression but rather in silence and brilliance. they enjoy getting back at people, even if it's not overly obvious and conspicuous most of the time. their payback tends to be subtle and unnerving, if not a little terrifying at times, even if it's not outright aggressive. this does tend to be off-putting at times, even out of nature, but thatcher has always considered the phrase ‘an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth’ to be the most realistic course of the way. people won’t step back unless you give them a reason to and although thatcher is someone who doesn’t particularly step up to their bullies, they often find ways to get revenge, often through strategy and gentle planning. this has given thatcher incredible patience, one that is commendable because they often have to wait a long time to actually get the results they want.
  
  all in all, the word ‘enigmatic’ tends to summarize thatcher greatly, if not accurately. they tend to be mysterious and difficult to understand in nature and that often makes it hard for people to approach them or even talk to them but thatcher isn’t really a bad friend to have! if anything, they tend to be supportive and rational in by heart, a visionary of sorts who often encourages her friends (if she has any) to pursue greatness when others put them down.
  
  POSITIVE TRAITS. there is an indescribable maturity about thatcher- an intelligence and quick wit that instantly engages and enthuses others. this ties directly to their ability to articulate herself with eloquence and persuasion. their words are always carefully chosen, always organic, a keenness of the mind that the elderly insist make them seem "wise beyond their years"; they possess almost unending patience, not a mum from them; they're the kind of person to be there at your beck and call- with an open mind and open ears. there's hardly a judgmental bone in their body. that being said, thatcher excels at keeping their word and keeping their friends' secrets close to their chest.
  NEGATIVE TRAITS. thatcher has a fear of vulnerability: this aversion can hinder her ability to form deep, genuine connections. this fear often drives them to maintain emotional distance, preventing her from experiencing the full range of human relationships; thatcher's need for control can become a double-edged sword. thatcher's aversion to relinquishing control can hinder their ability to adapt to unforeseen circumstances and collaborate effectively; they also struggle to be casual, to simply just relax and unwind. they often sit too straight and their strange nonverbal can be off-putting to those who don't know them.
  LIKES. night time because that is when she usually sneaks out to explore, owls as they’re her favorite birds, oranges and clementines, the forest of course, rainy days with lots of fog, stray animals, the color green and black, listening to vinyl records, learning something new, dancing in fields & sewing and stitching clothes, going thrifting and finding clothes she can fashion into their style, hearing fairy tales and old stories, learning about all investigations and cases and following them closely.
  DISLIKES. being outcast or bullied by others, being asked to read in front of other people, sour grapes or even sour candy, her brother leaving for college and never returning, pigeons because she was almost attacked by one as a child, watching people fight senselessly, horror movies where animals are harmed, sitting at home, being asked about her family, getting sick.
  HABITS. shortness of breath from talking too fast, counting teeth with their tongue when distracted, always breaking eye contact, sitting with their legs apart. they say it dissuades any horny idiots from getting to close. something of a power move. they have little regard for what people think of them and have no qualms acting like a freak to get creepy men to back off.
  HOBBIES. fruit-picking, sewing and knitting their own clothes, thrifting, sneaking out at night.
  MENTAL DISORDER. diagnosed with autism since the age of seven, being mildly autistic has never kept thatcher from being like the other kids- except for her ungodly need to drone on and on about their current hyperfixation.
  
  Ⳋ⠀˚ BACKGROUND !
  the sinclair family has deep roots within the town of bonetree. jonathan sinclair is a well-known surgeon, in fact his family was one of the many firsts there to even get a degree in medicine and open up a clinic of their own. it had been the sinclairs dream, after all, to become a master of a medicine and had run its course through generations. since then, medicine had been the go-to for the sinclairs, who ran the best clinic in the entire town; one that first began as just for the poor and soon expanded to encompass all people, regardless of race, gender, or economic status. that’s why thatcher grew up comfortably, if not richer than most people in town. their family had garnered respect like no other from the people but that, unfortunately, did not stop thatcher or her family from experiencing hardships.
  
  by the time thatch was born, her brother was already seven years old. they had an uncharacteristically large age gap but for some reason, it worked. they got along. even through henry’s destructive teenage years and bratty tween years, thatcher's young age had made them an exception to henry’s actions and thus, the two were closer than most people would expect them to be.
  
  while jonathan, the father, ran a too-well known clinic, thatcher was often left alone with either her mother or her uncle (she really preferred her uncle, if she was being honest). dorothea sinclair was the woman to be. she was educated, unlike most women in her family, and had been studying literature, which is how she caught jonathan’s eye. despite his desires to become a doctor, he had always had a secret wish to study literature, read proust under trees and recite shakespeare from the top of his head. he was a man for the books but he couldn’t be so; he had a lineage to pay homage to. so he fell in love with someone who could instead. thatcher's mother was certainly a character. despite her sharp intelligence (often smarter than even her father), she always acted dumb, like a damsel in distress. thatcher could never understand that— shouldn’t she flaunt her knowledge and show it off? her intelligence was something most women, and some men, would kill to have. why does she repress it then?
  
  she asked that very same question to her mother one day and she sat the little girl down and told her that it was important for women who were smarter than men to act dumb so that the men could feel good about themselves; it was their duty to make boys feel like men and they wouldn’t feel so if they were around women who were smarter. thatcher didn’t agree with that, but she was eight and didn’t care much about such things.
  
  uncle zach on the other hand, was a delight to have around. he wasn’t a doctor like her father, or interested in literature like her mother. he was an adventurer, an army man. he had fought in wars and actually killed people! it was safe to say, both thatcher and henry were absolutely fascinated with him, especially thatch who often requested him to tell her stories about his adventures in other countries rather than boring her to sleep with another stupid story about their family. he always obliged, of course. zachary sinclair was a brave and bold man and she had always admired that about him, he spoke things others wouldn’t dare to even think about! and he would utter them without a thought for consequence. it was that very same attitude that thatcher's father abhorred in his father, as he’d expressed many times to his children after they were done playing around with zach.
  
  then one day, uncle zach disappeared. she was ten when she was told this, he ran into the forest and simply… never came out.
  
  an almost-similar parallel is now happening with henry, thatcher's brother. over the years, he became more troublesome and rash, even stating once that he didn’t wish to become a doctor as he was expected to be. this wasn’t taken kindly and although he changed his words after a rather harsh argument with his father, his anger didn’t sustain. because henry knows what really happened to uncle zach, he was 17 then, he wasn’t a fool. but he was scared; he was a homosexual. his fear had turned into anger and it had resulted in him acting out. his only freedom had been when he had left town to go study at university, his father sending him to a private and expensive college to make him his money’s worth. that is where he started dating another man but he is yet to reveal that to his parents. when he comes back for holidays, he always acts good-naturedly, scared of coming out as himself to his parents and receiving the same treatment as his uncle had.
  
  RELATIONSHIPS.
  jonathan aspen sinclair , the father 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 her father is a difficult man, thatcher has come to realize over the years. although he presents himself as an affable man in front of others, she’s witnessed and experienced his bursts of anger and violence that he often takes out on his family. still, when they were younger, he was easier to love, easier to get along with. he entertained every stray thought of thatcher and urged her curious mind to find as many things as she could. when her interest in wicca began, he protested vehemently. his family had worked hard to cleanse themselves of such connections and here his daughter was, rushing it back to life as if their family’s suffering meant nothing to her. he tends to be very critical and distasteful towards her for this, often comparing them to their brother.
  
  dorothea jean sinclair , the mother 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 thatcher has always had a complicated relationship with their mother but that had much to do with how opposing their beliefs were. although dorothea was baffled at thatcher's interest in wicca, she’d brushed it off as a phase, considered it a silly antic of hers, a rebellion of sorts. perhaps she needed a crutch to deal with the loss of her uncle and thus, found this. but dorothea had never been a supporting mother. she’d always pushed thatcher down, whenever she expressed herself and always wanted her to act like a proper girl, to take interests in brighter and better things than what she loved and adored. their drastic difference certainly grows as a large wedge between the two, yet dorothea is one of the only people who understands how thatcher's minds work.
  
  henry edward sinclair , the brother 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 thatcher has always considered henry her best friend, even when he started becoming distant and hateful. he’d always considered her an exception to his outbursts and she’d always considered him the only one to accept and understand him when nobody else made an effort to. they almost have a telepathic connection with one another, one eye glance, one shove, and it reveals everything they want or need to know about each other. sometimes it's frightening really, to their parents, how well they get along and how close they are. henry had been there to help her research when her interest in wicca began, no matter how cynical he had been and he’ll continue to be there for her, helping her whenever need be.
  
  cal jensen , the unrequited crush 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 caleb jensen captivates thatcher in a way they can't quite articulate. since sophomore year, thatcher has harbored something of a middle school crush for cal. it's something their friends often tease them for, something of an inside joke for many. thatcher has only had but one conversation with caleb, but she's undeniably enamored with him. she just can't bring herself to actually get to know him. maybe it's because they're fearful of rejection.
  
  BIG SECRET. tw for mentions of religious trauma, claustrophobia, borderline child abuse(?)
  thatcher has always been overlooked in their family, unlike their brother, the problem child. but her parents' squeaky-clean reputation around town is just a façade for their cruel nature beneath. vehemently strict and beyond reason due to their religious values, thatcher is trapped under her parents' hand; they're too old now to know better, but too young to do anything. in their childhood, there are hardly fond memories of sunday services, where after kicking and screaming on the rides home during their tween years, their parents would lock them in the cabinet under the stairs until they "accepted god".
  
  
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[Loomis]

S I E N N A

BASICS

Name: Sienna Marie Gotti
Nickname(s): She doesn't like nicknames/pet names.
Age: 21
Occupation: College Student
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual

Description: Roughly about 5'7, average height for women her age, and an athletic build. A well-kept appearance excludes a unique blend of natural features and an extensive care routine. Her dark brown hair always has a healthy shine and is styled to perfection, each hair falling into place. Her bronzy skin tone suggesting she spend more time outdoors than most, but her secret is her weekly fake tan - just enough to have that sun kissed look. Her blue eyes, a striking contrast to her dark hair, are always full of life and expression. Sienna is very critical of herself and her outward image, everything must look and be perfect.

Faceclaim (realistic only!): Anastasia Zagrebina

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FLOWER PETALS WILT

ABOUT

PERSONALITY
Honest: You will never have to second guess anything that comes out of Sienna's mouth. She is very straight forward and will tell you like it is. She sees very little to gain from lying and prides herself in being truthful. Sometimes she can be a bit blunt, her delivery needs a little work, but at least she doesn't sugar coat things.

Loyal: If Sienna considers you a friend she will be your ride or die. If your boyfriend breaks up with you or mistreats you, he's enemy number one. Someone hurt your feelings? Sienna is ready to go to war for you. While she personally hates running to others in times of need, she loves to be there for others. She will always be there to give advice, just listen, distract you from what's going on, whatever you need she will be there.

Ambitious: Sienna has a vision for herself and the life she wants and will stop at nothing to get it. She prides herself in her ability to crack down and work hard to achieve her goals. When it comes to her school work she is very thorough and will spend hours on the most simple task. She is always taking the initiative and is not content with herself unless she is actively working towards something.

Extroverted: There will never be a silent moment around Sienna. She will talk to anyone about anything, as long as she can keep the conversation off herself. She loves meeting new people and learning anything about them. While she isn't the biggest fan of large crowds, she can make a friend out of a stranger in no time.

Critical: This mostly applies to herself. Her therapist calls it "negative self talk" but Sienna doesn't see it that way. She looks at herself in matter of fact, if her skin is breaking out and hideous she calls it like she sees it. If she is under performing at school or in anything she sets herself to, she forces herself to get back to her high standard. Her mind is always swirling with some form of self deprecating analysis. Compliments are hardly accepted, they make her extremely uncomfortable and even though she might not voice it she refuses to accept them, instantly redirecting the conversation away from herself.

Untrusting: Sienna refuses to tell anyone what is going on with her, never asks for help or has someone she can vent to. She simply does not trust anyone, sometimes not even herself. From her past experiences when she has opened up or needed help it has always, always come back to bite her. She keeps things to herself, even to her own demise. Keeping things bottled up and never accepting a helping hand has been the root cause of many mental breakdowns.

Controlling: If Sienna feels like she doesn't have control, over anything, it sends her into a spiral. It could be something as simple as not being the lead on a project, or not being able to drive herself somewhere, if she isn't holding the power in the situation she can't handle it. If there isn't a laid out plan or if things stray from the plan in her head she can become upset and anxious, causing her to lash out at those around her.

Hot Temper: As much as she tries to keep herself together it can be very easy to set her off. To keep herself from outwardly snapping at someone she will dig her finger nails into her skin, drawing blood on occasion. This is her least favorite quality about herself and the one she has the least control over. When she gets angry and lashes out her words cut deep and are full of hate, but she punishes herself just as harshly.

Likes: A cocktail or two when out with friends, trash reality tv (guilty pleasure), stormy weather, dogs, mint chocolate chip ice cream, the smell of paint.

Dislikes: Being drunk, the smell of cigars, religion, older men, when it's too quiet, being late, liars, nosy people, sitting still.

Habits: Digging her fingernails into her palms, checking her appearance multiple times - especially if she's stressed, biting her lip when anxious, paces when anxious/bored.

Hobbies: Working out, doing home work, reading, going out with friends, painting, online shopping, cooking for others.

Mental Disorder(s): Anxiety, depression, bulimia.

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Sienna grew up in a very religious household. Church was every Sunday, Bible study on Wednesdays and her parents would ship her off on any Church activity that they could. As a young child she could never understand or grasp the sermon coming from the preacher, and as she got older she resented some of the things her Church was talking about. Anytime she would voice her concerns or questions about things discussed at Sunday service or at Bible study her parents gave the typical Christian response of, "It's how the Lord wants things done" or something to that affect. Her parents were also very strict. They would inspect her outfit for the day to make sure it wasn't too revealing or distasteful in, not only their eyes, but the Lords as well. On school nights she wasn't allowed to go anywhere or do anything unless it was a Church event. On the weekends she was to be home by dinner, with prior approval of who she was with, and in bed no later than nine o'clock. If her grades slipped, she was late coming home, or broke one of their many rules the punishment was harsh. Her parents were much a believer in "spare the rod; spoil the child" type of discipline. They held her to a very high standard, in everything. If she didn't meet their expectations she was a failure and brought shame to their family. If she succeeded at something it was not acknowledge, because that is what she was supposed to do.

TW for SA

When she was 16 she went to summer camp with her church, just like every other summer. But this time around it wasn't filled with the usual fun and lightheartedness. It was "free time" and the camp goers could do whatever they wanted for the two hours after lunch before their afternoon service. Sienna had decided to take a hike on one of the trails to get some alone time and find a nice spot to draw in, but unbeknownst to her someone was following behind her on the winding trails. Just as she was about to set up her art supplies one of the camp counselors attacked her, forcing her on her stomach and taking advantage of the powerless girl. Once he was finished he threatened to tell everyone there that she came on to him, a married man and leader of the church, and convinced her that she would be known as a whore. He used that to keep her quiet and continue to visit her privately for his own enjoyment. When she returned home she turned to her parents for help and explained what had happened and to her dismay they were not on her side.

"We got the letter about that scandalous bathing suit you tried to wear."

"If were dressed appropriately that wouldn't have happened."

"What did you do to make him feel comfortable to seek you out for that?"
"So help me, God, if you got pregnant..."

"You're damaged goods now. You gave the most precious gift away, to an older, married man. You're a whore."

"If you ever tell anyone else how you disgraced this family you will have no family left."

From that summer forward Sienna was never the same. The depression hit her first, she isolated herself as much as possible from everyone. Claimed she was sick as often as she could to get out of doing things. Then came the panic attacks. When her parents caught on to her fake illnesses and forced her to go to Church for the first time since she had been back she obsoletely lost it. She couldn't breathe, her vision was blurred and full of tears, her screams fell on deaf ears as they forced her into the car. She felt like she had no control, no power. Slowly she was able to find control. Her diet became less and less, her workout routine more vigorous and on days when she let herself indulge in food, she forced it back up. The relief she felt after purging was a high no drug could touch.

Fast forward a few years. Sienna is in college and has been in therapy since she was 18, trying to get a grasp on her emotions and mind. She cut her family off the second she got that college acceptance letter and scholarship. She has found her version of happy and is working hard to provide a life for herself away from past and memories.


Big Secret:
During her first semester Sienna was having a hard time adjusting. She missed the familiarity of her town, hell she even missed her family. It was all she had known her entire life and she so quickly removed herself from it she had no time to process it. After one of her professors found her in the middle of a break down they suggested she go see the counselor. Reluctantly she did, and everything that she had ever kept inside came rushing out. She felt heard, safe, protected. She left the counselors office feeling like she just took the world off her shoulders, but the weight quickly came crashing back down.

The counselor had mentioned the things Sienna discussed with them at dinner with the Dean one night, probably due to the heavy amounts of wine being poured. The Dean scheduled a meeting with her right away. He admitted to her that he knew what was talked about at her counselling session and he was concerned that the stress might be too much, but he did offer to help. He knew that things were tight financially for the young girl and it was obvious she was struggling to juggle a full class load and a job to keep money in her pocket. Being a wealthy man he had money to spend and he gladly offered to pay for things so she could focus on her school work. Sienna was almost in disbelief at the extreme gesture, but once the second shoe dropped she understood. He would only pay for things if she was willing to sleep with him. The thought made her skin crawl, she hadn't been with anyone since that one time 2 years ago, but she felt like she had no choice as he was sliding his hand up her skirt.

Since then she has been sleeping with the Dean regularly and he sends her money weekly. She hates herself for it, but she doesn't see how to get out of it.

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[gothmite]

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JACOB ELORDI

jericho

the small

town boy.

╰┈➤ 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄.

NAME: Jericho Crow.
ALIAS: Jer, Jeri, J-Bird.
AGE: Twenty-four.
GENDER: Cisgender male, he/him.
SEXUALITY: Bisexual.

APPEARANCE: WIP

PERSONALITY: Jer is an odd duck. But to be fair, that’s only to be expected of someone raised by his paranoid tin-foil hat family. He’s not great at picking up on social cues, often overstepping boundaries, and his filter is pretty much nonexistent. His curiosity is his driving force and if he has a question, he'll ask it, without thinking about whether or not it’s appropriate to. Never ever ever tell him you can’t tell him something because he will relentlessly hound you until you do. You could be on your death bed and he’d be right there still begging you to tell him. Jericho only retains what’s interesting to him, however. While he may remember that you’re holding a secret from him till the day he dies, if it’s not interesting to him when you finally reveal it, it’s in one ear and out the other.

Jericho has a lot of energy that he doesn’t know what to do with and really struggles to focus. He also struggles with volume control and gets shushed a lot. While some might call Jer brave, others would probably just call him plain stupid. Like his father, he is willing to try anything once and depending on how injured he gets the first time, he just might do it again. His smarts are definitely more street than book. He might not know how to do math in his head or all the state capitals, but he does know how to tie a barrage of different knots and how to create a makeshift tourniquet. He's also incredibly creative and resourceful, able to find multiple uses for just about any random object. His mother taught Jericho to be skeptical of everything and everyone but unfortunately it didn’t really stick. While he's not going to get in the back of a van on the lure of candy (at least, not right away), he isn’t afraid to talk to strangers and isn't afraid to let his guard down here and there. He's been burned by this before but unfortunately he doesn’t know how to stop making the same mistake. But just as quickly and just as easily as he can decide to like someone, he can decide to dislike someone. With him, there is no in-between, he either loves you or loathes you and that can flip-flop back and forth several times.

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[Walliver]

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  Name: Walker Silas Vaughn
  Nickname(s): Walkie, Lurch
  Age: 23
  Gender: Male, he/him
  Sexuality:
  Asexual. It’s a bit of a complicated matter though, since he’s not quite sure how much of it is him not feeling anything and how much of it is his past.
  
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  Description:
  Much like his kooky namesake, Walker “Lurch” Vaughn is tall and gaunt. Even among the tallest residents of the town he has to look down. He is as pale as a marble statue and often stands still enough to be considered one. Any exposed skin that he may show is covered in scars of all kinds- from the small nicks he never noticed to the red, raised scars across his wrists and thighs. He is usually dressed in warm layers to stave off the cold, even in the blistering summer. His wardrobe consists of mostly black and gray hoodies with jeans, although, on occasions where it might be necessary, he has a tailored suit in the back of his closet.
  
  His eyes are a dark, chocolatey brown- the same shade of brown as his hair. His hair is kept short, never reaching past his ears even at its longest. What little hair he has is never gelled or pushed into place any certain way, matching the rest of his lackluster appearance.
  
  Body Modifications: None
  
  Distinguishing Features:
  His height- an impressive 6’6” (198 cm). He towers over most people without meaning to, which gives him an intimidating, almost authoritative, presence.
  
  Faceclaim: Theodore Pellerin
  
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  Positive Traits:
  -Observant
  -Loyal
  -Protective
  -Empathetic
  -Quiet
  
  Negative Traits:
  -Isolated
  -Skittish
  -Cynical
  -Intimidating
  -Socially clueless
  
  Likes:
  -Coffee
  -Sour candies
  -Anything lemon flavored
  -Cats
  -Rock music
  -Alone time
  -Winter
  -Fall
  -Macaroni and cheese
  
  Dislikes:
  -Loud noises
  -Bright lights
  -People, generally
  -Broccoli
  -Summer
  -Spring
  -Dogs
  -Squirrels
  -Meat
  
  Habits:
  -Leg bounce always
  -Squeezing his arms
  -Rocking
  
  Hobbies:
  -Writing
  -Cooking
  -Going for walks at night
  
  Mental Disorder(s):
  ASD (self-diagnosed), EDNOS, PTSD (undiagnosed)
  
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  Backstory:
  TW for child abuse, ableism, child neglect, alcoholism
  
  Walker Vaughn was born the oldest of two children in the Vaughn household. Well, originally, he was supposed to be the only child. That plan fell through when, despite meeting all other milestones, Walker failed to talk by age five. He was an antisocial toddler, preferring to set up toys in elaborate ways than make any kind of story. He shied away from conversation and from touch. So, his parents had Amina, his little sister, when he was seven.
  
  Unfortunately, with Walker still not talking and Amina throwing violent “tantrums,” the Vaughn family home soon became a rather unfriendly house. Mr. Vaughn drank himself into an angry stupor and threw fists. Mrs. Vaughn pretended that her children no longer existed. By the time he was 12, Walker knew there was no one he could count on except for himself.
  
  Eventually, Mr. Vaughn died and Mrs. Vaughn handed the children off to the nearest relative- their aunt Lydia. She was much nicer than their parents, more accepting too. As it turned out, Walker and Amina weren’t the only strange ones in their family. Slowly, things got better. Walker’s grades improved amazingly, and he graduated valedictorian of his class.
  
  After college, bachelor’s degree in hand, Walker moved back into Aunt Lydia’s house. It was quiet until the killings started. He’s frightened of having his secret exposed, but he’s more scared for his sister and friends than he is for himself.
  
  ~Relationships~
  Amina Vaughn:
  His younger sister, still in high school. They’re not the best of friends, but in most cases she’s the only one who has any idea what he’s thinking. Her constant trips to the mall with her friends get him out of the house, which he is thankful for.
  
  Lemongrass Ross:
  His work bestie. He’s like a little brother to Lurch, and the taller man would gladly take a bullet for him. Lurch actually likes him, instead of just tolerating his presence. One of about three people that are allowed to touch Lurch at all.
  
  Big Secret:
  TW for suicide attempts, self harm, vomiting mention
  
  He’s suicidal. Or, at least, he was. His first attempt was at age 10, trying to throw himself off a bridge but he was too good of a swimmer. The next, age 13, downing a bottle of pills from the medicine cabinet- throwing them up last second. The last, age 17, was the worst one. After a panic attack followed by a meltdown, he just started cutting. By the time anyone found him, he had lost so much blood that the paramedics said he already looked like a corpse.
  
  In the past six years, he’s been clean. But he hasn’t told anyone, not even his closest friends.
  
  
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  Songs that remind me of him:
  
  https://spotify.link/LoJ6aGmC1Db
  Songs he would listen to:
  
  https://spotify.link/Zc3fjtlC1Db
  Theme song:
  
  

 

[Hvnny-Bvns0]

Name: Steph Pierce
Nickname: Pie
Age: 15
Gender: female
Sexuality: lesbian

Appearance: Steph has brown hair, the underside of which is dyed blue. It reaches her shoulders. It is a dark brown, but not nearly black. She has hazel eyes, primarily grey and brown. She has an inverted triangle body type, with ivory skin. Her height is evenly distributed throughout her body. Her nails are always painted, and always chipped as well.
Body mods: ear piercings, one in each earlobe
Distinguishing features: the blue part of her hair.
Physical disability: sensitive ears
Faceclaim:


Personality: witty, artistic, light-hearted, smart. Pessimistic, know-it-all, secretive, spacey
Likes: strawberry soda, grapes, art, geography, math, space, ghosts, the paranormal, anything spooky, the dark
Dislikes: loud noises, hot weather, nosey people, the color orange, jazz music
Habits: rubbing the back of her neck, picking at her nails
Hobbies: ghost hunting, researching cold cases, drawing, belting out songs to herself
Mental disorders: autism (by extension synesthesia), dermatilomania

Backstory: Steph grew up in a middle-class family, smack in the center of Michigan. She discovered a love for the paranormal due to ‘Old man Harper’s old stories. She once got tetanus from scraping her arm on a rusty nail whilst exploring her back shed, and that was the end of her young escapades. But that didn’t stop her. As she grew up, she got into creepypasta and tried many of the challenges. When she was 14, however, she began urban exploring. She was quite good at it, too. Until, of course, her family packed up and moved- decreasing the number of abandoned buildings, and subsequently decreasing her time to urban explore.

As a child, Steph will swear up and down that ‘old man Harper’ was her closest confidant. Every Thursday when she got back from school, she ran across the small stretch of trees separating their houses in order to sit on his porch, eat cookies, and drink lemonade. He would tell her stories, and she would listen fondly. She remembers it like it was yesterday. Yet, just as much as she swears it happened, her family swears it didn’t. Her father remembers her running across the way to meet with a friend named Harper, but according to him, the house had been abandoned for years. It was only until later that she found out he had simply been a homeless man, squatting in the house for lack of a stable home. She has a lot of empathy for the less-fortunate because of this.
Relationships: Her family consists of her father, her step-mother, her younger brother (8), and her younger step-sister (10). She is close with her step-mom, but not with her dad. She has a complex relationship with her step-sister. and loves her brother to pieces. She also has a long-distance girlfriend named Violet.
(TW, for d3ath and mention of cvlts. Maybe some other stuff too, just kind of a TW)
Big secret: When sneaking into the shed to explore, Steph didn’t just get tetanus. She was careful enough to not get it under normal circumstances. But on that fateful day, when she climbed into the attic, she could have been saved a lot of heartbreak if she had simply gone home. She had come face-to-face with her mother… sobbing over an old picture. Steph never got a good look at it. But, when her mother turned around, she wasn’t just crying over the picture. She was crying over a doll. A doll that looked… very human. Her mother was seeing red. Shouting incoherently, Steph just barely managed to escape with a scar and a rusty nail in her forearm. Apparently, her mother had had twins- Steph, and another baby. The other baby died, as Steph had ‘eaten’ it in the womb. Her mother was grief-stricken. Joining a thinly-veiled cult to try and restore herself didn’t work, and only made her fall into madness. Steph doesn’t know where she is now.

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[Walliver]

Name: Steph Pierce
Nickname: Pie
Age: 15
Gender: female
Sexuality: lesbian

Appearance: Steph has brown hair, the underside of which is dyed blue. It reaches her shoulders. It is a dark brown, but not nearly black. She has hazel eyes, primarily grey and brown. She has an inverted triangle body type, with ivory skin. Her height is evenly distributed throughout her body. Her nails are always painted, and always chipped as well.
Body mods: ear piercings, one in each earlobe
Distinguishing features: the blue part of her hair.
Physical disability: sensitive ears
Faceclaim:
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Personality: witty, artistic, light-hearted, smart. Pessimistic, know-it-all, secretive, spacey
Likes: strawberry soda, grapes, art, geography, math, space, ghosts, the paranormal, anything spooky, the dark
Dislikes: loud noises, hot weather, nosey people, the color orange, jazz music
Habits: rubbing the back of her neck, picking at her nails
Hobbies: ghost hunting, researching cold cases, drawing, belting out songs to herself
Mental disorders: autism (by extension synesthesia), dermatilomania

Backstory: Steph grew up in a middle-class family, smack in the center of Michigan. She discovered a love for the paranormal due to ‘Old man Harper’s old stories. She once got tetanus from scraping her arm on a rusty nail whilst exploring her back shed, and that was the end of her young escapades. But that didn’t stop her. As she grew up, she got into creepypasta and tried many of the challenges. When she was 14, however, she began urban exploring. She was quite good at it, too. Until, of course, her family packed up and moved- decreasing the number of abandoned buildings, and subsequently decreasing her time to urban explore.

As a child, Steph will swear up and down that ‘old man Harper’ was her closest confidant. Every Thursday when she got back from school, she ran across the small stretch of trees separating their houses in order to sit on his porch, eat cookies, and drink lemonade. He would tell her stories, and she would listen fondly. She remembers it like it was yesterday. Yet, just as much as she swears it happened, her family swears it didn’t. Her father remembers her running across the way to meet with a friend named Harper, but according to him, the house had been abandoned for years.
Relationships: Her family consists of her father, her step-mother, her younger brother (8), and her younger step-sister (10). She is close with her step-mom, but not with her dad. She has a complex relationship with her step-sister. and loves her brother to pieces. She also has a long-distance girlfriend named Violet.
Big secret: When sneaking into the shed to explore, Steph didn’t just get tetanus. She was careful enough to not get it under normal circumstances. But on that fateful day, when she climbed into the attic, she could have been saved a lot of heartbreak if she had simply gone home. She had come face-to-face with her mother… sobbing over an old picture. Steph never got a good look at it. But, when her mother turned around, she wasn’t just crying over the picture. She was crying over a doll. A doll that looked… very human. Her mother was seeing red. Shouting incoherently, Steph just barely managed to escape with a scar and a rusty nail in her forearm. Apparently, her mother had had twins- Steph, and another baby. The other baby died, as Steph had ‘eaten’ it in the womb. Her mother was grief-stricken. Joining a thinly-veiled cult to try and restore herself didn’t work, and only made her fall into madness. Steph doesn’t know where she is now.

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hey, just one thing:
this rp isn’t one with supernatural elements, and the bit of backstory describing Old Man Harper seemed like it was dealing with ghosts maybe? I could just be a lil stupid, it happens, but if you could clarify that, that would be great. Also a TW/spoiler on the secret would be good.

 

[Hvnny-Bvns0]

hey, just one thing:
this rp isn’t one with supernatural elements, and the bit of backstory describing Old Man Harper seemed like it was dealing with ghosts maybe? I could just be a lil stupid, it happens, but if you could clarify that, that would be great. Also a TW/spoiler on the secret would be good.

yeah! sorry bout that, lol. he’s more of like some old guy who just kinda squats in the house lol that’s on me

 

[Walliver]

yeah! sorry bout that, lol. he’s more of like some old guy who just kinda squats in the house lol that’s on me

all good! Definitely put a TW on her big secret though, for the safety and comfort of everyone.

 

[Hvnny-Bvns0]

all good! Definitely put a TW on her big secret though, for the safety and comfort of everyone.

right on it

 

[Walliver]

Finished!

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  Name: Leonard James Ross
  Nickname(s): Lemongrass, Lem, Lemmy
  Age: 18
  Gender: Agender, he/him
  Sexuality: Demisexual
  
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  Description:
  A bright pop of color anywhere he goes, Lemongrass stands out in any crowd. His wardrobe is full of bold colors and unique pieces guaranteed to attract attention. Even his outfits for work are picked out the day before, specifically chosen to stand out. More importantly, all his outfits are functional and comfortable. What use is an outfit if you can’t climb a tree in it?
  
  Body Modifications:
  Septum piercing, simple studs in both earlobes
  
  Distinguishing Features:
  Piercing blue eyes, staring straight into your soul.
  
  Faceclaim: Morgan Davies
  
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  Positive Traits:
  -Loyal
  -Protective
  -Optimistic
  -Confident
  -Positive
  
  Negative Traits:
  -Aggressive
  -Short fuse
  -Reckless
  -Trusts too easily
  -Oblivious
  
  Likes:
  -Cinnamon rolls
  -Spicy food
  -Anything blue raspberry flavored
  -Watermelon gum
  -Climbing trees
  -Sweater vests
  -Birds
  -Crunchy food
  
  Dislikes:
  -Bigots
  -Sour candies
  -Anything vanilla flavored
  -Dogs
  -Glitter
  -Sequins
  -Classical music
  -Sitting still
  
  Habits:
  -Chewing more than one piece of gum at a time
  -Reciting coffee orders at increasingly difficult levels
  
  Hobbies:
  -Playing the drums
  -Feeding birds at the park
  
  Mental Disorder(s):
  Tourette’s syndrome, ADHD
  
• 
  Backstory:
  Lemongrass had a rather peaceful childhood. The only child to a dual income household, he was raised in what could be considered luxury in Blackgrove. He had everything he needed, and whatever he wanted as long as it was reasonable. His parents were attentive and loving at all times.
  
  Lemongrass thrived in high school as well. He was well-liked from the start, although every friendship he made seemed superficial. Everyone liked him, but not enough to know him that well. That changed when he met Lurch. The two were fast friends, although on the outside it looked like Lem talking at Lurch rather than with him.
  
  Lem is rather concerned about the killings. He’s only 18, he hasn’t even graduated yet. His life’s just beginning, it can’t end yet, can it?
  Relationship(s):
  Lurch Vaughn-
  His work bestie and only bestie. He is very accepting of Lem and all his flaws in a way that most people wouldn’t be. Though the taller man rarely ever speaks, it’s somehow more comforting to have someone quiet to balance out Lem’s inherent loudness. He would defend Lurch with his life if necessary.
  
  Velma Eck Ross-
  His lovely mother. She has an incredibly fun-loving nature and supports Lemongrass a lot. While she doesn’t necessarily approve of some of his choices (a septum piercing, really?), she will always be there for him.
  
  Hobart Ross-
  Lem’s dad. The stricter of the two parents, Hobart is the one helping him apply for colleges and even trade schools. Anything to help his son be the best that he can be.
  
  Big Secret:
  TW for infant death, mention teen pregnancy
  A while ago, while Lem was looking for a new pair of boots online, he stumbled across a file on his mom’s computer. In it, a record of his adoption. His real mother had been 15, she wasn’t ready for a kid, much less two. It was recorded that Lem’s twin had died only minutes after being born. Lem was destroyed. He is his biological family’s biggest shame.
  
• 
  Songs that remind me of him:
  
  https://spotify.link/UXMQ6X466Db
  Songs that he would listen to:
  
  https://spotify.link/X0XvyO366Db
  Theme Song:
  
  

 

[kurdt cobain]

Name:crover
Nickname(s): sluggo
Age:19
Gender:male
Sexuality:straghit

Appearance-crover usually wears a ripped jeans and band tour shirts he has blonde hair that goes down too his neck
he has brown eyes he wears an off brand shoe. you can catch crover with a pair of drumsticks in his hands crover also
carries his backpack with cassettes in it. you can also catch crover with with a film camera hanging out of his bocket
Description crover is a curious teen who is good with making friends although he is extroverted he is somewhat social
he loves grunge and punkrock
Body Modifications:has none
Distinguishing Features:crover will usually have a film camera in his pocket which hangs out
Physical Disability(s):has none
Faceclaim crover is based off of the photo below



Personality-he is pretty extroverted keeping too him self as he has a drinking issue
Positive Traits is good with making friends
is quite friendly
accepts everyone
is quite honset about everything

Negative Traits crover is really shy he only talks if someone else starts it
paranoia
can sometimes be rude but it depends what happened
he always has a lack of self confidence


Likes: crover likes rock music loves too take photos
Dislikes:crover really dislikes pop music
Habits:he always taps on things due to his adhd
Hobbies:crover love photography and playing the drums
Mental Disorder(s): crover has adhd making things hard for him

Background-dale was born october 23 in aberdeen washington with adhd making things hard for him in life not too mention his parents passed away
Backstory crovers parents both died when he was 6 in a car crash causing him too become deppressed for a short while he lived with his aunt and uncle who loved punk rock and they showed it to dale and he loved it and he was shown his uncles drum kit and fell in love with them he always played when he had time eventually crover was too his grandparents at age 16 where he has lived ever since
Relationship(s):dale has had one relation ship with his ex lois Clay
Big Secret: his drinking started at age 14 under a bridge in seattle


Theme Song(s):dale has two themes class of 86
laminated effect.
Playlist(s):

 

[Gears]

Name:Eddie Gears
Nickname(s): Weirdo, Freak, (Various insults)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Appearance-
Description (5+ sentences): Eddie has blonde hair in usually messy cut, bright green eyes, and a average build. Eddie usually is dressed in the same jacket, his fathers but before his mothers dissaperence he wore his marching bands promotional shirts and cargo pants
Body Modifications: None
Distinguishing Features: Small scar on face.
Physical Disability(s): Slight limp in left leg.
Faceclaim (realistic only!): Alex Pettyfer

Personality-
Positive Traits (4+): Introverted, Quiet, Well read, possesses street smarts.
Negative Traits (4+): Distant, In a daze, Suspicious, paranoid, Pessimistic.
Likes: Nature, His family, Solitude
Dislikes: The woods outside his house, his job
Habits: Using various stress toys, pacing.
Hobbies: Band (Former) Writing, Camping
Mental Disorder(s): (Oppositional Defiant Disorder)

Background-
Backstory (2+ paragraphs): Alex's father was a miliatary man, often away but Alex still loved him, until he disappeared one day.

After that, his mother became abusive when they where alone, Eddie taking the brunt while protecting Ivy who was wheelchair bound. One day, Eddie came to school after fall break, unalarmed when the office informed him that his mother was missing. Many suspected he murder his seemingly innocent mother am dead because of this, his friends avoided him and he was kicked off the marching band for unknown reasons.
Relationship(s): Younger sister (Ivy)
Big Secret: He was the one who killed his mother, on accident after she beat his sister
Extras (optional)-
Playlist: Mad Hatter(Melanie Martinez), Drown, House of Cards, Weirdo, House of Cards, Queen of Freaks (AViVA), BOOHOO, Funeral, DARKSIDE, Bombs Away (Neoni), Seperate Ways (Journey), Don't Fear they Reaper (Spiritual Machines) Paint of Black (Rolling Stones), What could have been (Sting), Guns for Hire (Woodkid), No Time to Die (Billie Eilish), A Conversation with Death (Khemmis), Underneath The Mask (Royal and the Serpent.)
Theme song(s): Mad Hatter, Everybody Knows (Singrid), Lone Digger (Caravan Palace).

 

[kurdt cobain]

Second character incase first dies or kills self
Basics-
Name:Buzzo
Nickname(s):negative
Age:17
Gender:male
Sexuality:straghit

Appearance-buzz is a teen who has very thin and long greyish hair sticking out everywhere buzz always wears a black shirt with the word DIGz in blue
with a black vest. you can catch buzz with black jeans and a cassette player clipped on to his jeans buzz wears a pair of converse shoes.
Description buzzo is a very lonley teen who plays in a rock band named melvins buzz loves his guitar and plays it where ever and whenever.
Body Modifications:none
Distinguishing Features:buzz has extremly long grey hair that sticks out everywhere.
Physical Disability(s):none
Faceclaim (realistic only!):


Personality-buzz is extremely introverted and unhappy he gets pissed off easy
Positive Traits buzz is creative adventrous consedarate and generous
Negative Traits
Likes:really heavy rock music cassettes playing guitar writing songs.
Dislikes:pop music loud noises.
Habits:breaking down crying for no reason singing shaking
Hobbies:playing guitar writing songs
Mental Disorder(s):deppresion

Background-buzz was born[REDACTED] in morton washington he had lived with his parents until age 15 when he went too live with his aunt too record his first demo with an old band named fecal matter the band was short lived however he currently lives with his friend mike dillard.
Backstory buzz found a old musty guitar in the dumpster of a guitar shop buzz picked it up and wrote the word CRISIS on it and taped a bunch of stuff on the back like a mudhoney concert ticket and a bunch of garbage on it he started playing with fecal matter but left a few months after he left he found a drummer named dale who he recruited from a band called scream he still plays with him to this day.
Relationships buzz does not have any relation ships.
Big Secret:[REDACTED]
buzzos guitar:


Theme Song(s):honey bucket. negative creep.
Playlist(s):

 

[Hvnny-Bvns0]

(Secondary character!)

Name: Jack-Dane Rover
Nickname: Jack, Dane
Age: 18
Gender: transmasc, he/they
Sexuality: gay, asexual

Appearance: Jack-Dane, or just Jack, has never had much going for him. His brown hair is shaggy and a bit greasy, his face is covered in acne scars and moles, and his eyes are the color of rocks. His hair is in a wolf cut, and just barely stays in place. He doesn’t really brush it, so having naturally straight hair helps him not look terrible. His face is heart-shaped, perfectly fitting in the palm of your hand. His skin is beige, but ever so pale. His eyes are downturned, and a dull grey. He is missing one of his teeth, and the rest aren’t exactly perfect. An eccentric smile often adorns his face, and tends to scare people off. He doesn’t look the most approachable, and would never be caught dead without a camera around his neck.
Body mods: snakebites
Distinguishing feature: his almost wicked grin
Face claim:





Personality: confident, social, dedicated, agreeable, humorous, forthright. Cowardly, eccentric, impatient, bigmouth, reckless, loud
Likes: rock, photography, cloudy days, being loud, cherries, carrots, old band shirts, getting messy, layered clothes, jewelry, DIY, sewing, raccoons, sour and spicy foods, food in general. My boy can eat anything.
Dislikes: itchy sweaters, getting dressed up, taking showers (he doesn’t smell good okay), adult cartoons, store-bought slime, fishnet tights, artificial grape flavor
Habits: shaking his hair out, bouncing his leg
Hobbies: photography, making things, going to CD stores
Mental disorder: autism

TW for suicide, self-harm, alcoholism, mild and implied abuse

Background: Jack grew up in a lower-middle class family. He didn’t have all the nicest things, but he liked what he had. He and his family got by. He never minded their economic status, and public school was never a problem. His grades were average, and he only skipped advisory once or twice. Overall, he was a good kid. As he grew up, though, he began to resent his parents. They both worked good jobs, sure, but they were never rich. And he never questioned it until his dad killed himself. The money didn’t change- all that did was his mom. She was a lot more closed-off. Resentful. She felt she had wasted her life, and often times Jack would be kept up at night to the sound of smashing bottles and screaming.

More than once the police were called. More than once, his mom lost her job. More than once, he would make breakfast for himself and his siblings- a handful of dry cereal or a piece of plain bread. he was bored, though. Jack was built for more than this- he knew it. he tried joining his friend’s band, and that didn’t work out. he tried running away, but knew he couldn’t leave his siblings behind. one night, when it was getting particularly bad, he couldn’t take it. he tried to kill himself. he had failed, obviously. but he couldn’t take it anymore. his mother was on her deathbed, and he knew it. when he was 17, she died from a heart attack. his siblings stayed with friends and family, and he went off on his own. he was almost 18, and he could most certainly crash at a friend’s place until he turned 18. maybe even find a job. build his own life. away from his mom, and away from his past.
Relationships: his older brother Saul, older sister Rosen, younger sibling Rory, and lifelong friend Heidi.
Big secret: TW for death, overdose, and alcohol mention
He knew his mom would die. She looked sickly, and she had clearly drank too much. when she collapsed, he didn’t call the paramedics. he just let her die.

 

[Walliver]

WIP!

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  Name: Cadenza Estrella Moon
  Nickname(s): Candy, Stella
  Age: 22
  Gender: Female, she/her
  Sexuality: Unlabeled
  
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  Description:
  An almost ridiculous pop of color. Looks like a rainbow vomited and also like a little kid’s coloring book that got run over. But in a good way. She is always visible, probably even a mile away. All of her clothes are notoriously comfortable though- she gives away her jackets and over-shirts quite frequently.
  
  Body Modifications:
  Multiple ear piercings
  
  Distinguishing Features:
  Her colorful outfits and outrageous earrings.
  
  Physical Disabilities:
  Multiple sclerosis. She’s in a period of remission at the moment, but with all the stress, a relapse could be on the horizon.
  
  Faceclaim: Chloe Hayden
  
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  Positive Traits:
  -Optimistic
  -Positive
  -Friendly
  -Observant
  -Logical
  
  Negative Traits:
  -Oblivious
  -Insecure
  -Oversteps boundaries
  -Can seem un-empathetic
  -Somewhat impulsive
  
  Likes:
  -Strawberries and strawberry flavored things
  -Pineapple
  -Salt and vinegar chips
  -Sour candy
  -Walking around the plaza
  -Electronic music
  -Making new friends
  
  Dislikes:
  -Loud noises
  -Velvet or satin
  -Pickles
  -Hats
  -Oranges
  -Hot weather
  -Heavy metal
  
  Habits:
  -Blinking repeatedly
  -Wringing her hands
  -Fiddling with the ends of her shirt
  
  Hobbies:
  -Baking
  -Decorating
  
  Mental Disorder(s):
  ASD, misophonia
  
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  Relationship(s):
  Big Secret:
  TW for abuse, violence
  It had been a really long day. The thrift store had been loud and crowded all day. All the customers were incompetent and demanding. She was overstimulated and tired. Her boyfriend was waiting at home, cooking dinner. He asked her about her day and she just snapped. When she came back to herself, her boyfriend’s arm was full of glass and dinner was spilt all over the floor. She didn’t mean to do it.
  
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