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BASICS

Full Name: Alana Serene Voss

Nickname: Lani, Lana,

Age: 28

Inspiration: Angel ~ Experiment 624 (Lilo and stitch)

DOB: June 24th

Hair color: blonde

Eye color: Hazel

Height: 5'2

Tattoos: many

Scars: many

Piercings: none

Sexuality: heterosexual

Occupation: Stripper

BACKGROUND

Alana Voss was doomed from the start. She was born to a pair of teen parents, both of whom were 16 at the time of her birth. Angelina Voss was a girl of grace and beauty; she grew up taking her wealthy family for granted. She confused caring parents for being overbearing and controlling. She found herself rebelling, messing around with the wrong crowd, and that's what landed her pregnant in the first place.

The Vosses set up an adoption for the baby; she would be sent off with a high-end, rich family to live a good life. Angelina's parents were adamant that she would give up the baby and not throw her life away. While she agreed at first, she backed out at the last minute, not long after Alana was born. Her parents were enraged that she threw away a good arrangement and cut her off. They couldn't bear to have such a disappointment in the family.

Angelina went to stay with her boyfriend, Alana's father, for a little. Ever since then, she had been on her own. She dropped out of high school and worked odd jobs. Years passed, and Lani's father left them, but at this point, Ang was already hooked on drugs. They were living out of an RV at the time. Alana grew up watching men come and go, each one worse than the last. It started out as seemingly nice men, ones that Ang thought would save the. They would come in with their money and hero complex, use her, and then leave. It was like a never-ending cycle. Each round produced a sadder excuse for a man until it was sleeze balls, junkies, and abusers coming and going from their home.

As Alana grew older, she began to recognize the cycle long before her mother did. She could tell which men were only passing through, which ones wanted to be worshipped for paying a bill, and which ones would eventually start using their generosity as an excuse to control them. Angelina continued mistaking possession for protection, but Alana learned that there was always a price attached to being rescued.

She stopped becoming attached to the men who came through their door. Instead, she studied them.

Alana learned which stories earned sympathy and which expressions made grown men uncomfortable enough to reach for their wallets. She knew when to appear frightened, when to act grateful, and when to make someone believe they were the only person capable of saving her. Sometimes the money went toward food or keeping the RV running. Other times, she hid it away in places her mother could not find, knowing Angelina would spend it on drugs if given the chance.

At first, Alana did not consider it stealing. The men were going to leave eventually, and most of them had taken far more from her mother than she ever took from them.

By the time she was a teenager, protecting Angelina had become nearly impossible. The men became crueler, the drugs became harder, and her mother became less recognizable. Alana repeatedly begged her to leave them, only to watch Angelina defend whichever man happened to be keeping her supplied at the time. Their final fight came after one of those men crossed a line with Alana. Rather than believe her daughter, Angelina accused her of provoking him and trying to destroy the only stable relationship she had left.

Alana left the RV that night with a bag of clothes, several hundred dollars she had taken from the man’s wallet, and no intention of returning.

Without a diploma, permanent address, or anyone willing to take her in, Alana found work wherever she could. Dancing paid better than the alternatives, and the club offered something she had rarely experienced before: control. The men could look, flirt, and tell themselves whatever fantasy they wanted, but Alana decided how close they were allowed to get. For once, her beauty was not simply something dangerous that attracted the wrong kind of attention. It was something she could use.

She quickly learned that the men who visited the club were not particularly different from the ones her mother had brought home. They wanted to feel important, admired, and needed. Most of them were willing to pay generously for the illusion that a beautiful woman saw something special in them.

Alana became very good at giving them that illusion.

Her first real con was not planned for profit. A wealthy regular had become involved with one of the younger dancers, showering her with gifts before becoming possessive and violent. When the woman tried to leave, he used his influence to have her fired and threatened to release photographs he had taken of her. Alana watched the same familiar story unfold and decided she already knew how it ended.

She approached him sweetly, pretending she had always been impressed by him. She made him believe she was struggling, vulnerable, and desperate for someone dependable. Within weeks, he was paying her bills and telling her secrets. Within months, Alana had access to enough of his private life to ruin him.

She took his money, exposed what he had done, and ensured the photographs disappeared.

The revenge should have been enough. Instead, Alana found herself exhilarated by how easily he had believed her. He had looked at her and seen someone young, pretty, and helpless. He never once considered that she might be the most dangerous person in the room.

After that, she began choosing her own targets, and they gave her exactly what she wanted without realizing they had been robbed until she was already gone. She told herself that she only targeted men who deserved it. Most of the time, that was true. The rest of the time, Alana was simply very good at convincing herself.

BASICS

Full Name: Ryder Damian Easton

Nickname: Ry, Rd, East

Age: 36

DOB: April 8th

Hair color: blonde

Eye color: blue

Height: 6'2

Tattoos: many

Scars: many

Piercings: none

Sexuality: heterosexual

Occupation: MC President

BACKGROUND

Legacy. A long-lasting impact of particular events, actions, etc. Long-lasting impacts a father leaves to his son. The Lost Boys MC was founded by Ryder Easton Sr. He was a fair and honorable man, his first instincts were to protect those he cared about. Senior looked after his own, and then one day, he found his first little lost boy.

The child was found in the streets. A terrible fire raged in the house he once called home. Senior lived about a block away and when he saw the flames, he ran towards them. The little boy was was the only one to survive that day. Senior took the little boy in as if he were his own. He raised and care for the boy. He adopted him. The young Damian Cole was now known as Ryder Easton Jr.

"Junior" or as his father would call him, understood the balance between good and bad, and he paid attention to his father's roles in the group. He knew they were doing what they had to and he never felt ashamed of his family. For without them, who knows where he would be.

When Ryder was 15 things took a bit of a turn for the worse. A job gone back or something resulted in his father's arrest. With enemies on the inside, he didn't last a week before he was killed. Being the eldest son, Ryder became man of the house and he had to step up for his family. So he took over his father's responsibilities in the MC. He had been training for this for as long as he could remember, it was never forced on him but he was happy to be apart of the gang

It was hard at first but he did what he had to do. After the years he stayed with the gang and moved up. He went on to marry his high school sweetheart and start a small family of his own while still providing for his brothers and mother. But being young and in love proved to not be strong enough to last.

Ryder's wife graced him with his daughter, a fearless and bossy little girl. Tinsley, or as he liked to call her, Tink. Tink was the light of his world, she was everything to him. Ryder and his wife started to have problems as his responsibility to the gang grew. And as their daughter came things only proven to get worse. He was prepared to stick it out for Tinsley, suffer in his unhappiness.

His wife was struggling though. Ryder was constantly busy, always running something for the MC or at the Repair shop. It often left her alone to take care of the baby. Eventually, it grew to be to much. The postpartum depression was taking over and she couldn't handle being alone with the baby. One day, she just snapped. She packed a bag and never looked back, Leaving Ryder and Tinsley behind. But Ry never backed down from the challenge and despite her absences, he was able to make a better life for him and Tink.

Things were seemingly comfortable. He had his friends, he had his family, and the ones he depended on. But soon things would change when the president was killed. Ryder found out that the man that took his fathers place, his right hand man, had an evil to him. One that went hidden. One that worked in the shadows and within secret meetings. Ryder stepped into the role, being the former VP. He took over his fathers legacy and worked to clean up the lost boys, taken in those who reminded him of himself.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

BASICS

Full Name: Riley-Rose Thorne Briar-Rose Malvern

Nickname: Riles, Rosie

Age: 26

DOB: July 29th

Hair color: brown

Eye color: Brown

Height: 5'2

Tattoos: tbd

Scars: tbd

Piercings: nipples, belly button, nose, ears

Sexuality: bisexual

Occupation: Trauma Consultant

Background

Briar-Rose was born to two loving parents, or so the story goes.

For years, her parents struggled to have a child. They wished, they waited, and they mourned every disappointment until life finally bestowed them with a gift in the form of one sweet baby girl. Briar-Rose was precious from the start, graced with beauty, softness, and a heart too kind for the world around her. She was the kind of little girl who sang to birds, talked to flowers, and believed that every living thing deserved gentleness.

Often called Rosie, Briar-Rose grew up knowing nothing but love. It made her warm. It made her hopeful. It also made her dangerously trusting. She carried a long-standing innocence that would one day betray her. Rosie always saw the good in people, even when she should not have. Her naivety would become her greatest downfall.

Like many young, naive girls, Rosie found herself in love at fifteen.

His name was Draven Morcant. He was older, already seventeen while she was only a few months shy of her sixteenth birthday. At first, the relationship felt sweet. Draven was attentive, protective, and charming in all the ways a lonely heart could mistake for love. But once things became official, that sweetness curdled into possession. His protectiveness became control. His affection became obsession.

Rosie, of course, kept it from her parents.

The demands grew sharper. The jealousy grew uglier. Arguments became threats, and threats became bruises. She found herself trapped in a toxic relationship with the beast himself, believing every apology, every promise that it would never happen again. But it always did.

By the evening of her sixteenth birthday, Rosie was already at her breaking point.

One final fight pushed her too far. For the first time, the sweet, gentle girl who had spent her life turning the other cheek finally stood her ground. Every buried hurt, every ounce of fear, every spark of fire inside her soul came rushing out. Briar-Rose fought back.

But even that ended in loss.

She does not remember exactly how it happened. The details come to her in pieces, if they come at all. Doctors told her it was a hit to the temple, the force of it severe enough to leave her unconscious. When Rosie finally woke from the coma, she was told she had suffered traumatic optic neuropathy. The injury had damaged her optic nerves, leaving her nearly blind, with only light perception remaining.

The world she woke up to was not the same one she had fallen asleep in.

When Briar-Rose was finally well enough to return home, safety did not come with her. Draven tried to approach her at school. He came to the hospital. He found ways to remind her that, even after everything, he still believed she belonged to him. His obsession only grew, and after reports, warnings, and every failed attempt to keep him away, her parents realized there was only one thing left to do.

Briar packed her bags and left.

She moved in with her aunt and three cousins in Grimmville, taking on a new name and a new life as Riley-Rose Thorne.

But Grimmville did not magically heal her. Riley had to learn how to live all over again. She had to navigate the world in darkness, learn its shapes through sound and touch, and accept that the girl she used to be was gone in ways no one around her could fully understand. The years that followed were heavy. Riley-Rose struggled with depression, anxiety, and the grief of losing not only her sight, but the life she thought she was supposed to have.

That was when she met her Maleficent.

Only this Maleficent was not a horned fairy waiting at the edge of a cradle. She was a girl Riley let far too close, an ex-best friend who came into her life during one of her most vulnerable seasons. At first, she felt like freedom. She was bold where Riley was careful, fearless where Riley was anxious, and sharp in all the ways Riley had never allowed herself to be. She pulled Riley out of her shell, but not always toward the light. She encouraged recklessness and called it healing. She made bad choices feel like rebellion. For a while, Riley mistook chaos for confidence and loyalty for love.

Their friendship became consuming.

Riley leaned on her more than she should have, desperate for someone who did not treat her like something broken. But the same girl who made Riley feel powerful also brought out the worst in her. She pushed Riley’s boundaries, fed into her anger, and convinced her that being soft was the same thing as being weak. What started as friendship slowly turned toxic, full of jealousy, manipulation, and resentment neither of them wanted to name.

Eventually, the spell broke.

The falling out was ugly, the kind that left scars without ever raising a hand. Losing her best friend hurt in a different way than losing Draven. Draven had been a monster Riley could learn to hate. Her Maleficent had once been someone she loved. Someone she trusted. Someone who had seen the darkest parts of her and still managed to become part of that darkness.

Phillip came later, when Riley was no longer sure she believed in rescue.

He was never a prince in the traditional sense. Depending on who tells the story, he was a friend, a crush, an almost, or an ex with unfinished history. What mattered most was not what he became, but what he helped her remember. He did not fix her. He did not save her from herself. He simply stood beside her long enough for Riley to realize she was not as lost as she thought she was.

By then, she had already done the hard parts herself. She had learned how to move through the world again with a cane in her hand and caution in her chest. She learned Braille, screen readers, voice notes, memorized routes, and the subtle differences between footsteps. She learned the shape of rooms by sound, the moods of people by silence, and the danger in being underestimated. It was not graceful at first. It was frustrating, exhausting, and often humiliating, but Riley kept going. Little by little, the world became hers again.

College became part of that second life.

Riley enrolled at Grimmville University, choosing to study psychology with a minor in literature. Stories had always mattered to her, even before she understood how easily they could be rewritten. Psychology gave her language for the things she survived, while literature gave her somewhere to put the grief. She became involved with campus accessibility work, quietly advocating for students who were tired of asking for the same basic accommodations over and over again.

What began as a way to understand her own trauma slowly became her life’s work.

After graduation, Riley continued her education and training in trauma counseling, eventually finding her place at Grimmville General Hospital as a trauma intake clinician. Her job is not always easy. She is often one of the first people called in after car accidents, assaults, amputations, violent incidents, sudden losses, and other life-altering events. Riley sits with people on the worst days of their lives, helping them process the first waves of shock, fear, grief, and confusion. She completes intakes, connects patients with longer-term care, and helps families understand what comes next when their whole world has just changed.

It is heavy work, but Riley understands heavy things.

She knows what it is like to wake up and realize your life will never return to the shape it had before. She knows the anger, the numbness, the bargaining, the humiliation of needing help, and the strange loneliness of surviving something other people only know how to pity. That understanding makes her good at what she does. Riley does not smother people with empty optimism or tell them everything happens for a reason. She meets them where they are, in the dark, and reminds them that they do not have to find the way out all at once.

Now, Riley-Rose Thorne is softer than people expect and stronger than they realize.

She is warm, patient, and deeply empathetic, often the kind of person others confess things to without meaning to. She listens more than she speaks, but she hears everything. There is still a dreamy quality to her, a romantic heart that refuses to fully die, but it is no longer blind innocence. Riley believes in goodness, but she no longer hands out trust like a gift. Her kindness has edges now. Her sweetness comes with caution. She can be stubborn, quietly sarcastic, and far more observant than people give her credit for.

Riley still struggles with anxiety, especially when she feels cornered or when someone enters her space too quickly. There are days when the depression creeps back in, when she mourns the girl she used to be and the life she thought she would have. But she is no longer only the girl who was cursed. She is the girl who woke up. The girl who survived the dark. The girl who built a life in it anyway.

And though she cannot see the world the way she once did, Riley-Rose has learned that not every beautiful thing needs to be seen to be known.

Wanted Connections

Cousins (Floura, Fauna, and Merry Weather): She moved in with them after her accident

Ex Best Friend (Maleficent): A bad influence. She might not have know the impact she was having but it did end in a falling out