Astroland

( WHAT'S INCLUDED? )

INSTRUCTIONS — the setup is a little more complicated, but i've tried to describe it as best as i can in the first instruction page.

THREAD TRACKER — this tracker works for single muse as well as multimuse without limitations. it will track muses, the character the thread is with, the mun the thread is with, whether you've replied to it, whether it's in a reply state or a starter you've planned, the date of the last interaction, and how long ago the last interaction was. this is all automatised once you've set it up.

DATA TRACKER — this is a pivot table that automatically tracks which mun you have threads with, as well as which of your characters, and sums it up in a grand total along both axes.

ACTIVITY TRACKER — this is an easy way for you to figure out how many replies to still need to do to meet activity at the end of the month. the formula is set to astroland's activity requirements, so if your rp maintains different requirements, you'll have to change that in the total formula. this entire activity tracker calculates everything by itself, all you need to do is manually count up on the replies you've done.

if at any point, something on this tracker confuses you, don't hesitate to message me on discord (ghostinthemachine) or message this rp. please don't take credit for this work or the formulas used within in!

( TRACKER EXAMPLE. )

the following images show my own personal tracker as used for astrolandrp.

Looking For Connections.

➥older brother : he disappeared without a trace 16 years ago after going out with a group of friends. the friends returned ( one unscathed but mentally unwell and the other injured but alive ). their parents have given up looking for him, assumed dead but raine still thinks he’s out there. maybe he is? or maybe this is the perfect opportunity for someone to step in and pretend to be him. either way it will be fun to explore! ➥fellow cinephiles : people who love movies almost as much as raine does that have weekly meet-ups to discuss things and maybe watch movies together. these guys probably keep stardust movie theater afloat ( and blockbuster for that matter ) in intercept. ➥the film crew : whenever raine has time they are trying to film a documentary about intercept and astroland and all the weird stuff that goes on around the small town. these would be friends or people who believe in the project. someone to film when they need to be in front of the camera (and get b roll footage when raine’s in control of the main camera), sound, and maybe lights.

Digging Deeper.

THIS BIO CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING TRIGGERS : death mention; sibling disappearance;

intercept was a somewhat promising place in the late sixties and it seemed to be the safest bet to raise a family when albert and charonda chose to make roots there. not long after they settled in, they had malik and a couple years after that, raine came along. growing up raine idolized her older brother. following him everywhere to the point that he would have to tell her to stay home when they got older and he was just trying to hang out with his friends. raine was devastated but she got over it quickly, while she wasn’t the most popular of creatures she managed to make her own friends eventually as not to suck up all of malik ( or her parents ) time. 

with malik being far more popular than she could ever dream of and her parents constantly busy trying to make ends meet ( often driving the half hour to roswell each day for work ) raine ended up spending a lot of time alone. sure, she had some friends but they weren’t the kids getting invited to big events or, later, parties. raine spent a lot of her free time online or in libraries. brain constantly working, she would hyper focus on a question or a topic. it all started when she saw the movie spectre on tv, which she was much too young to be watching but who was there to stop her? she got fixated on the ways it was shot, the story, the idea that there were things out there that could not or have yet to be explained. it was all fascinating. this developed into an obsession with all things horror and supernatural, but it didn’t necessarily include paranormal until malik went missing. 

they were ten when it happened, turning eleven in fact it was the day before raine’s golden birthday and malik had gone out with friends promising that the next day would be all about them and he was going to rent blood beach and galaxy of terror so they could watch it after school before their parents got home and they would have a birthday dinner as a family. but malik never came home that night. in fact, out of the five boys that went out, only two came back that night and only one wasn’t hurt. two more came back a couple weeks later but malik? he never returned. there wasn’t a definitive answer to what happened to all of them. some people blamed the boys and outdated hazing rituals, a lot of people pinned it on colt walker the only one unscathed in the whole ordeal, then there was the government research facility and the other disappearances, and then some had no answers. all raine knew is it destroyed their family and it was something she’s never fully recovered from.

eventually they stopped looking for malik and his case went cold, but that did not stop raine and her family from holding onto hope that he would still come home. despite everything, life had to continue and so it did. like the town of intercept, raine found herself missing that spark that gave her the same life and curiosity she had before. but as always, she found her solace in movies and started an after school club for cinephiles that continued past high school. she took classes at the community college in roswell for filmmaking and creative writing, planning to do an investigative documentary on intercept in hopes of finding more evidence of malik’s disappearance and get answers for all the weird things that go on in intercept. her parents moved away, leaving her with the house they couldn’t bare to live in anymore. raine works two jobs to hopefully fund her documentary. she doesn’t know if she wants to leave intercept, but she does want to know what’s out there.

Extras.

personality : 

mbti︰ entp

moral alignment︰neutral good

temperament︰ sanguine-melancholic

enneagram︰ 5w6 the investigator / observer

Digging Deeper.

THIS BIO CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING TRIGGERS : death; violence

chapter 1 ( i was born dark ) : zairo comes from what one would call a legacy family. even from a young age, a traditional road had never been in his mind, nor his father’s really. it was always intended for him to follow in his father’s footsteps and as a young boy, he had always been eager to show to the man that his faith (or rather, his expectations) in him weren’t misplaced. the first time he’d seen a man die, he had nightmares for weeks that he refused to tell anyone about—if he spoke about it he would prove his father wrong about his potential, after all, and so he internalised it; the next time he would watch, start to finish, without blinking, without reacting, and he wouldn’t let it affect him again. violence, ultimately, is just a tool, and like a wrench can help you fix your bike, so violence can help you fix the wrongs of others, and make sure they remembered it like he remembered that very first time.

chapter 2 ( can you feel my heart? ) : the exception to this growing cold ruthlessness in his heart had always been his younger sister, however. just like he’d been taught to fix a bike and administer violence, zairo was taught that family is everything. if you do not take care of your family, then you cannot be trusted with anything else. it was never a begrudging thing, though, looking after his sister. he did it with joy, with pleasure, and with love and determination. for as long as he was alive, no one would touch his little sister. granted, it wasn’t without her consent. while anyone had a hard time bending zairo’s stubborn, formidable will, sofia could do it with just a change in her expression.

chapter 3 ( my demons know how to swim ) : by the time he was in his twenties, a fully patched member, he’d already been made the club’s enforcer, and there was no doubt about it that he was good at what he did. perhaps, in fact, too good at times. he was around eighteen or nineteen when he became a father, and it had been purely an accident. regardless, family-oriented as he always had been, he’d been serious about his girlfriend, and she about him, and this accident simply came a little sooner than either of them had planned for. but raising a child amongst violence at such a young age was a difficult thing to do, perhaps something his own mother could attest to. his devotion to his girlfriend and his eldest child became a target that he could only shield so often. they didn’t part ways because the love was lost, it was ultimately a more public thing. to anyone else, she and his child simply vanished from his life, though informally, their life turned into a series of unending flings, away from the public eye; as good a father as he was—or tried to be—he’d never speak of his child in public again.

chapter 4 ( hell’s coming with me ) : life continued, as violently and steadfast as it always had been; his sister went her own way, and although he insisted that he was always just a phone call away—certainly, he’d drive day and night to get to her wherever she might be in the world at a moment’s notice—that promise became more difficult to keep with growing responsibilities at home. everyone had expected him to make vice president, just like everyone had expected him to make president. it had just been a matter of time, a passing of the mantle. it’s a few years later that he meets dixie duvall, a troubled young woman in a nasty situation.

chapter 5 ( let’s settle the score ) : she never needed to explain to him the entirety of her history, or her situation. something about her, if not her particular problem, has him tell his vp to continue on, and with dixie on the back of his motorcycle, he simply goes to sort out that particular problem. definitively. anyone else might have been as frightened by the brutality on display that day as the brutality that had been endured, but zairo can’t remember seeing her even so much as blink. in a way, she reminds him of himself, whether it’s a front put up to seem strong, or simply too many hits received to let another inch of violence bother her. regardless, when he drops her off in intercept, it’s with his phone number in his pocket, and a silent promise—or threat—that she’s not gonna be alone again.

Extras.

( CONNECTIONS. )

sofia silva ( younger sister )

dixie duvall ( surrogate sister )

( MEDIA. )

pinterest

soundtrack

( QUICK STATS. )

mbti : istp

enneagram : 8w9

moral alignment : chaotic neutral

temperament : choleric-melancholic

greek god : ares

zodiac : taurus sun ; aries moon ; scorpio rising

( CHARACTER INSPIRATION. )

billy butcher ( the boys )

dean winchester ( supernatural )

Looking For Connections.

➥ childhood friend: his rock. they've been through the good, the bad, the ugly, and everything in between. sometimes they can come off as a married couple, but they just get each other. they click. platonic soulmates. it's that simple, even if people like to joke otherwise. ➥ 3am run ins: for whatever reason these two always end up bumping into each other at odd hours of the night. whether it's him doing some late night runs or because she's out and about. they talk, chat, and joke about one day actually meeting up at a reasonable hour.

Digging Deeper.

Rowan “Ro” Mercer never planned on becoming a biker. As a kid, he wanted to be a veterinarian because every stray dog in Intercept somehow found its way to his porch. His mom used to joke that if the town ever disappeared, the only things left would be Rowan and a yard full of mutts. His father drifted in and out of the picture, usually leaving behind broken promises and unpaid bills.

By the time Rowan was fourteen, he was working odd jobs just to keep food on the table while his mother worked double shifts at the diner. He met the Vipers through an older cousin who rode with them. They taught him how to rebuild an engine before he could legally drive, how to change a tire in the dark, and how to stand his ground when the world tried to knock him flat. More importantly, they fed him, celebrated his birthdays, and gave him people to call family. So, by eighteen, he’d earned his patch

Despite the reputation that comes with wearing Vipers colors, Rowan has never quite fit the image people expect. He’s quick to laugh, quicker to lend a hand, and somehow always ends up being the one holding someone’s crying kid, rescuing a stray animal from the side of the road, or spending his afternoon helping a neighbor fix a busted fence. Kindness has never made much sense in the world he grew up in, but it’s the one thing he’s refused to let life beat out of him

Extras.

Personality: Ro wears his heart on his sleeve, even if he’d never admit it. Warm, approachable, and endlessly loyal, he’s the kind of person who makes strangers feel like old friends within minutes. He has an easy laugh, a habit of putting everyone else before himself, and an almost instinctive need to protect the people he loves. His biggest flaw is that he gives too much of himself. He struggles to believe he’s worthy of the same care he freely offers others, often masking his self-doubt with humor or reckless action. He acts first and thinks later, trusting his gut over his head, which has landed him in more trouble than he’d like to admit.

ZAIRO SILVA ( clayton cardenas ) vipers mc president by ghost

ROWAN MERCER ( stephen kalyn ) cashier at skateland, member at vipers mc by ri

Looking For Connections.

➥ Bandmates : Almost as soon as his last band ditched him in Intercept, Indika immediately started trying to put a new one together. He’s got lead guitar and vocals down—and he writes most of the songs—but he still needs talent to really fill out their roster. It’s hard to get noticed in a place like Intercept. He’s looking for the best. ➥ Soul Savior : It’s a pretty intense title, but that’s what Indika considers this person. When he was first ditched in Intercept and had nowhere else to go, this person gave him a couch to crash on and food to eat and really helped him find his footing in town. Hell, maybe they even helped him find a job. Either way, they’re best friends now. ➥ Roommates : Even now that he’s got two jobs and could probably scrape by alright on his own, Indika still has roommates. Maybe it’s that he misses some part of living in a community or maybe he’s just trying to save so his band can go on tour, but he shares the house he rents with two or three other people. It’s a good vibes only zone. ➥ Situationships : The only thing worse than a pretty musician is a musician who knows they’re pretty. Unfortunately, that’s exactly the case with Indika. He’s a shameless flirt who paints himself a hopeless romantic. He’ll fall in love with anything or anyone if the mood is right, it just never really seems to linger. Maybe it could, though?

Digging Deeper.

THIS BIO CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING TRIGGERS : drugs

Born in a humble canvas tent under a full harvest moon in a small commune in Sonoma County, California, Indika Pelaya has spent his entire life convinced that he was destined to do something great, to be something great. He always knew there was more for him beyond the sprawling fields and clustered tents and cabins of the Sun River community. To be fair, Indika held nothing against his upbringing—in fact, he treasured it. He received no formal education growing up. Instead, Indika was taught everything he needed by the community; he learned biology out in the gardens when they were planting fruits and vegetables, math in the communal kitchen when it was his turn to help make meals for everyone. As he got older, he learned physics and engineering when they built new cabins and community structures; chemistry came from mixing homemade soaps and tanning hides. He might not have sat behind a desk, but Indika thinks he might’ve learned more this way—learned better.

But easily his favorite thing about growing up in Sun River was the art. Indika was surrounded by it. Canvas tents were tie-dyed and painted, cabins were covered in murals; handcrafted windchimes hung from the trees, made from the same glass and stones as the jewelry they all wore. Best of all, though, was the music. In the morning and at night and all hours in between, music flowed through Sun River like sweet summer water: bright and warm, inspiring and life-giving. He was gifted a guitar when he was ten years old and, though the commune discouraged coveting individual possessions, it quickly became his most treasured belonging. He rarely went anywhere without it, and he practiced whenever he had the opportunity. By the time he was thirteen, he was writing his own songs. It would be years still before he left the commune, but he felt he finally understood what he was supposed to do, what he was meant to do: make music and share it with the world.

Indika was seventeen when the council of Sun River decided he’d contributed enough to the community that they could grant him his heart’s only request: a van, so that he could travel and see the country and share his music with every city he stopped in. They wished him luck as he packed his entire life into the back of that van and put Sun River in his rearview mirror, promising him that should he ever return, they’d welcome him with open arms. Indika never went back. A year later, for reasons entirely unrelated to their leaving, Sun River collapsed. The DEA raided their commune’s gardens, tearing families apart and sending many of the community’s keystone members to prison. Indika wouldn’t find out until much later, but when he did, it was with a strange sense of guilt and relief. That could’ve been him, but it wasn’t. He got out—and of course he did! Why wouldn’t he? He was destined for much greater things. His story couldn’t be cut short so soon.

As it turned out, making a living as a musician with absolutely nothing to their name but a guitar? It wasn’t anywhere near as easy as Indika had always imagined it to be. They resorted to busking just to make enough to get from one place to the next. It wasn’t horrible—theyalways managed to find a couch to sleep on, and there were always a few people who stopped to listen—but it wasn’t what they wanted for themself, So maybe they weren’t a solo act—at least not yet. They were busking on the strip in Las Vegas when they found a band looking for a guitarist. And they had something else the band didn’t: a van. For over a year, they drove around the country, playing small gigs at dive bars and clubs wherever they could and begging to get scouted by a label. Their band was good, they just needed to get noticed.

Unfortunately, the van—admittedly in rough shape when Indika inherited it—didn’t quite make it that far. It broke down about twenty minutes out of Roswell and, even between the four of them, they didn’t have the money to get it repaired. While Indika was trying to come up with a solution (maybe he could fix it on his own? maybe they could find a few odd jobs around town to rake up enough cash?) the rest of the band was trying to figure out how to get the hell out of dodge. Two days later, their bassist’s brother was coming to pick the rest of them up, only there wasn’t room for Indika. He needed to stay for his van anyway, right? That’s what they’d said. They’d meet him in the next town as soon as he could catch up. They’d figure it out.

Only they didn’t figure it out. What was only meant to be a pitstop on the fast track to success turned into a complete roadblock. Indika was stuck in Intercept. Worse? He needed a real job. He ended up with two just to make ends meet and still try to fix his van—day shifts at the thrift store in town and a few nights a week as a DJ at the local strip club. He was only in town for another month or so before he started trying to ask around for local musicians so he could put together another band. Something bigger, something better than the last one he’d been in. A band that would finally get him noticed. It’s been four years, and even though it may look like Indika’s starting to put down roots, he’ll tell you that’s just an illusion. It’s temporary. Intercept is a stepping stone. Soon, this new band’s going to get their big break—he’s going to get his big break—and he’ll be out of here, just like he was out of Sun River.

Extras.

Digging Deeper.

THIS BIO CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING TRIGGERS : parental neglect; eating disorder; internalized homophobia

Growing up, Eunjae had everything he could possibly ask for — the type of life that only someone with parents as rich as his own could lead. From the moment he was born, he was spoiled with luxury items and clothing, all the toys he could want. The one thing he did not have, however, was the love and attention from his parents. The stream of gifts was there to pacify and distract him. You see, his parents had never meant to have kids and when his mother had fallen pregnant, their strict religious beliefs had been the thing forcing them into this life. For as long as Eunjae could remember, he was getting passed around to babysitters, nannies, au pairs — anyone available for a paycheck. At the time, he felt loved. Especially since he hardly had to ask for anything to receive it. It was only as he got older that he started to understand what it meant to be raised by someone who got paid to look after him. This was also around the time it started to hit him how much it sucked to constantly grow close to people who inevitably left after a few years; sometimes months.

He became clingier, which in turn made it harder for people to stick around. Eventually his parents stopped finding caretakers at all, convinced he was old enough to fend for himself. All this time alone meant more time to overthink — time to sit and wonder what was so hard to love about him. In school he wasn't very well liked, despite his best efforts to make friends. He was too much, too clingy, too demanding. Occasionally he would make friends, but it was hard to keep them. Slowly but surely, Eunjae started to feel like maybe this was all because he'd gotten bigger and took up too much space. After all, people had adored him when he was little. So perhaps if he was smaller, he would be liked more.

It started as an innocent diet, but escalated over the years. He was hardly eating, convinced himself that it made him more attractive and desirable. Aside from that, it became one aspect of his life he was able to have full control over. Because once the secret interest and crushes on other guys started to invade his brain, it just added another insecurity to his damaged system. Having grown up with his ultra religious parents, he knew all too well how they would react if he allowed himself to give in to his desires. So he kept them firmly hidden; lying to anyone who inquired, lying to himself until he'd cry himself to sleep.

Cue Maxxie Moon. Eunjae vividly remembers the first time he met Maxxie — it had been an ordinary day, although one that would change his life forever. Maxxie was unapologetic, fearless, confident. To Eunjae, he was terrifying, he was everything he had missed in his own life. All he knew was that he was mesmerized.

The feeling was entirely one-sided. To Maxxie, Jae was a pathetic little doormat — existing for approval and attention, willing to do anything to be liked by others. And yet no amount of off-handed comments could scare Eunjae away from him. He couldn't help but feel magnetized, as if something supernatural was pulling them together. Fate? Neither of them believed in such a thing, as much as Eunjae would love to believe in soulmates. The more Maxxie tried to push him away, the harder Jae tried to win him over. And somehow? It worked. The more Eunjae revealed about himself, during unsolicited yap sessions, the more Maxxie started to understand the person underneath the desperation. And while it took two whole years of pining, of trial and error, one day he miraculously found himself titled 'Maxxie Moon's boyfriend'.

It was under this title that he slowly gained the confidence he had always been looking for. Over the past six months of them dating, Maxxie got him to start eating a little better, helped him feel less terrified of his sexuality. And while he has a long way to go in both departments (he is still unable to openly show up together in public) he's improving a little bit every day.

Extras.