status: celeb || 6'0 . he/him . 34 . actor . Port Carroll . ENFJ
CURRENTLY FILMING IN: Rome, IT // London, Blackpool, UK // Los Angeles, US
Have you seen ( Eric Sanders, he/him )? They look a lot like ( E.van P.eters ). The ( 34 ) year old ( actor & aspiring film producer ) is so ( charismatic, intelligent, gregarious ) but I heard they can also be really ( stubborn, condescending, impulsive ). Can you believe they’ve been in town for ( four months )?! They live in the ( Port Carroll ) neighborhood and kind of remind me of ( black clothes, leather, juniper, whiskey, and Triple Black Nikes SF AF-1 ). If I was asked, I’d guess that they were ( The Celebrity ) in their yearbook for the class of ( 2010 ).
→ Eric's filmography
BIO ↓
Eric Sanders is one of the two sons of a famous actor couple. He liked studying the history of cinematography (and history in general), learning languages, and taking acting classes. When he wasn’t busy training his brain cells, he was even busier fooling around and making trouble – alone or with his twin brother, Zach, whether he liked it or not.
With Eric’s biggest dream to become a film producer, the first suggestion was to begin the journey on the opposite side - as an actor. He didn’t start with a loud bang or whatever one might expect from an already famous last name; he wanted to earn all the points himself, prove that he didn’t need the preferential treatment. He didn’t ask his parents to help him get a certain role or into a particular project, but he did appreciate a fistful of advice based on their own experience, a few invaluable dos and don'ts for an easier start, all the nuances he hadn’t learned in his acting classes.
Eric’s career gained momentum, and marrying his high school sweetheart, Veronica, was the cherry on top. While more awards flooded his shelves and more and more diverse offers filled his inbox, his private life had gone from a dream come true to hell when he discovered his wife’s infidelity. The heartbreak they miraculously managed to keep private changed everything. After months and years of ignoring Veronica’s affairs and feeding himself the same lies she kept repeating, he found enough courage to break at least one of the two hearts that once swore to beat for each other and started anew.
Eric is charismatic, intelligent, and undeniably a born leader. He has always been considered the more open and friendly of the brothers and has helped Zach make friends more than once. Despite Eric’s way of being, he also needs to slow down sometimes, especially before going to the set. He likes to unwind with his favorite playlist since he’s a perfectionist and gives 100% in every role or scene, but once the shooting is over, he makes every wrap party a fun experience.
Connections
Autumn Manchester - girlfriend 🖤
Oscar Lockmoore - BIL
Ashton Ryder - friend
Lilith Van Doren - friend (former lover)
Joel Hawkins - friend
Temple Peregrine - neighbor
Agnes Robshaw - Vivienne's teacher
Summer Manchester - Autumn’s sis
NPCs
Anne Sanders - mother
Noah Sanders - father
Zach Sanders - brother
Emily Sanders - SIL
Doom Slayer - Zach’s dog
Daniel Bergren - Eric’s manager
Vivienne Sanders - daughter
Rio Sanders - niece
Ian Sanders - nephew
Veronica Barda - ex-wife
Nick Barda - ex SIL
THINGS YOUR MUSE WILL NOTICE ABOUT MINE ↓
⸻ WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE :
He's 6 feet tall.
Short brown hair; sometimes he styles it to bring out his natural curls if it's longer, and he dyed it blonde for a role once.
Has a “bad idea” broken lightbulb tattoo on left ankle, and a tiny heart on left shoulder.
His favorite accessories are a “fuck you” doodle pendant, a silver Gucci Dive watch, and bead bracelets.
All his clothes are black or at least dark. Eric loves leather jackets, and his favorite Nikes SF AF-1 are Triple Black.
⸻ WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE :
Juniper, rosemary, and black currant. Shower gel.
⸻ WHAT THEY TASTE LIKE :
Skin - salty & cologne tart. Kisses - probably something sweet or mint gum.
⸻ WHAT THEY SOUND LIKE
His voice is musical but gravelly, gravelly but musical. He speaks in an engaging, captivating way, so he's an excellent speaker and a good storyteller.
Eric is very expressive and gesticulates a lot.
When he's more serious or angry, his tone turns very matter-of-fact and stern, depending on the situation.
He’s good at accents and has a good singing voice.
⸻ WHAT THEY FEEL LIKE :
Warm, welcoming, friendly. It doesn't mean he likes being touched by/touching everyone, all the time, but a lot of non-verbal communication involves subtle touch.
Fit and athletic thanks to regular workouts.
His touch feels mostly soothing and tender; it feels safe to be around Eric.
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"Eric!" Lilith gave the man a shove to the chest. Not a hard one, but one meant to jolt the stupidity out of him. Because clearly, he had the same derangement syndrome Grady was inflicted with?! "You're supposed to be on my side here," the woman complained, that scowl ever-present.
"Since when have I ever given the impression I want dates, flowers, or chocolates?" Her eyes rolled so hard, she thought they might roll right out of her head. "I do not date." And she didn't care about flowers or chocolates, either.
She did marry for money, though.
"And anyway, you know why I can't get involved with someone," Lilith said then, a bit more calmer as her voice lowered and her expression turned serious. Unhappy. "I liked what we had, it worked, it was good that way." A look of upset crossed her features then as her arms hugged herself and she glanced away. Having to cut Grady off sucked. That was reason enough for her to know she was doing the right thing to protect herself.
He sighed deeply, a smile on his face, because even though he decided to get more serious now, he still found it funny that she thought this attitude wasn't a part of him being on her side. Now that they had more privacy and Eric could pick words freely, tailored exactly for the message he wanted to convey, and avoid that stupid self-censorship one had to remember about when in public.
"I am on your side, Lily. This is me being on your side." Eric spread his arms in a silent Can't you see it? gesture, his eyes asking her the same question, even if she thought he was crazy. "Look, I know you aim for fun and uncomplicated, but no one's saying you have to pick someone for the rest of your life, and that you have to do that now. It's just dates, a bit of dressed fun."
Eric couldn't help but accept that he was part of the problem himself, that he was to blame, and that now was the right time to admit it. "If that's the only issue with Grady... Just let a man adore you, Lilith. Not blow off steam with you and go home. Let a guy pick you, even if it's just a couple of dates and gifts, you deserve to be the one he wants to date." A pause. "Do you even realize I'd wanted this whenever we hooked up?" In case she didn't notice, it was a belated apology. He smiled, both amused and a tiny bit hurt to go back to that memory; a could have been that he didn't necessarily still wish it had worked out, but what had happened shouldn't have affected her perception so much.
There would be no Vivienne, no Autumn, he and Lilith would probably end up on pretty bad terms, too, because they were too alike in places where they should differ at least a bit. They all would have skipped an array of experiences that had changed them. Solidified their friendship and showed them the more wholesome side of their relationship. And, lastly, there would be no River.
It wasn't a regret that still haunted him like that. He just couldn't let it happen to her again, with someone else. Someone who, unlike him, was ready to take that step.
"I didn't want to get dressed and sneak out of your place. I wanted to have that fucking toothbrush in your bathroom, and I don't know why I never risked it and just asked you out." Aside from the obvious reasons. He shrugged like it was the most casual thing ever. "I should have, I'm sorry I never found the balls to try." Another pause and yet another shrug, as his eyes searched for hers. "Does it sound like me being on your side now when I say accept the damn flowers and chocolates...?"
His insistence had her grinning a bit to herself as she took a little sip of the champagne, savoring it with a pleased hum. "I can't wait. I miss her so much it hurts." Out of all people, Autumn was the most shocked at the bond she'd created with the little girl, the depth of the love she had for her, sure that she couldn't have loved her any more even had she birthed her herself. "I wish we could have her full time as it is."
Autumn nodded in the affirmative, humming it as well as her tongue flicked out to catch the vestiges of her last sip. "Yeah, Ellie. They'll be the cutest little friends, I just know it. As for Val... you don't need to worry, Baby. Just be yourself and that's all that matters. You'll charm her right off her feet, I know it. She'll get to see just how much I love you all for herself."
valentina made autumn’s cabana her first stop of the day, ellie balanced on her hip as she crossed the sand. the plan was to spend the morning with autumn, meet holden afterward so he could take ellie, and then head over to oscar’s. it was a full schedule, but valentina was more curious than inconvenienced by the early start. she had never met eric, though she knew enough about him professionally to have formed a few opinions already. namely, that autumn could probably do better than eric sanders. still, valentina had promised herself she would make an honest effort not to be too judgmental.
“i hope i’m interrupting something,” she called with a bright smile as she approached. ellie giggled against her hip, kicking her feet happily. valentina usually kept her in a carrier, but it was far too hot for that today. “sorry we’re late. ellie refused to keep her clips in while mommy was trying to get ready.” ellie showed no remorse whatsoever. instead, she looked from autumn to the unfamiliar man beside her, suddenly a little shy now that she realized someone new was there.
valentina’s gaze followed hers, taking eric in with a quick, practiced sweep before her smile settled neatly into place. “i’m valentina,” she said, extending the warmth just enough. “you must be eric.” ( @esanders )
"We will, soon," he replied, smiling from ear to ear. He couldn't wait to have Vivienne around, to have his girls by his side all the time. As for Autumn's reassurance, he just mouthed a quiet okay, lost in her blue eyes and how full of love they were, her words confident and therefore soothing.
And that's when Valentina joined them and he immediately changed his posture, trying to get that usual confidence back. The little girl on her hip was so charming and he knew right away she would be an adorable distraction, but of course focused on Auttie's friend first. Her playful apology met a genuine chuckle (he knew exactly what she was talking about) and Eric put his arm around his girlfriend's waist, this contact necessary to keep him from stressing. "It's great to finally meet you, Valentina, I'm Eric."
He turned to Ellie arching a brow a tiny bit, as if to figure out if she was the type to cry or laugh when meeting new people. "And you must be Ellie; I know a little girl who'd love to be your friend, but she won't be in Carroll until August, is that okay?"
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They couldn't seem to get more than a few steps without stopping for another round of stolen and freely given kisses, so lost in each other and their reconnection that it didn't matter if it'd take them all night to even reach the end of the block at this pace. Drinking him in as he studied her before he finally spoke his words with all due seriousness and confidence that turned up her smile at the corner, quite pleased by this. She knew, truly, that he'd burn down everything for her, especially after everything they'd been through. A powerful weight to wield, but one she would gladly bear and with all due significance. They must have looked a sight there, wrapped up in each other beneath the orange glow of the street lamp above them. The very image of infatuated devotion. "I know. And I trust you too, Eric. I do. Really." She wanted him to know, because he'd seen how shaken it had been before. "I love you so much." The space between them radiated with it. "I'm forever thankful you found me when you did. Among the racks of Neiman Marcus." How silly and fitting it seemed now.
He didn't want to go anywhere. Or, wait, maybe he did want to get that perfect gelato. And maybe he could skip a glass of champagne over-... No, actually, maybe he wanted to show her- No, this could wait, too.
He just got lost in those tiny kisses and confessions, because no matter what she said or did, he'd missed her. His Auttie.
"Good, because there isn't a single thing I could hurt you." He smiled a tiny bit. "And I'm enjoying it... a tiny bit too much, this little...-" He chucked, because the second he looked to his left, he noticed a small hotel, but its location promised some wonderful views. A person like Auttie would never even try getting close to its door, but Eric...
Eric has tried such hotels a thousand times, and they were regular places to stay.
"Come with me," he said and led her by her hand to the door and past the stone doorframe. An elderly couple welcomed them, and how Eric held Auttie in his arms matched the owners' little embrace as they welcomed their guests.
"Ciao, ci scusiamo per essere arrivati così tardi. È possibile avere una camera?
Certo, abbiamo tre camere e stasera sono tutte libere. A patto che sia solo per una notte?
"Fantastico, è solo una notte. Vogliamo fare colazione con una bella vista. C'è una bella vista, vero? La Fontana di Trevi?"
Abbiamo proprio la camera che stai cercando.
Eric smiled at Auttie and kissed her forehead. "Wanna go with the nice Lady and see the room while I fill out the papers?"
The woman could care less they had an audience. Even one with a child involved. She wasn't their parent. This was a public place! Anything could happen, anything could be said!
"What in the hell makes you think I want a hug right now?" Lilith bristled at the offer like he might as well have offered to dress her in hand-me-downs. "What I want, Eric, are answers!" With that, her nose stuck in the air and she turned, walking out of the store as quickly as she had come. Fully expecting Eric Sanders to get off his ass and follow her, if he knew what was good for him.
Her arms stayed cross now. A heavy frown drawing down the corners of her lips. She looked unhappy. She felt crappy. "Do you know he tried to date me?!" Lilith whirled on Eric once more, with a scoff of incredulousness. "Who does that?! We had an understanding, that it was strictly sex and that's all we wanted from each other. Now, he's massively butthurt because I don't want to casually date and see where things go!" Lilith stared at Eric like she thought he would see how insane this all was. "Since when do men not want only sex? When has that ever been a problem!"
Eric sighed, worry mixed with amusement as he stood up and muttered, "Guess you don't need a hug," but genuinely cared about her feelings and didn't want Lilith to regret accepting his invitation to hang out. Besides, things were only amusing if they weren't one's own itch, and Eric didn't want to be a hypocrite, only caring about his mood.
Now that they were outside and mostly focused on each other and their conversation, Eric started putting the pieces together: she wanted casual, uncomplicated sex, and Grady wanted something more, because he saw something more in Lilith... And, whether she liked it or not, the actor understood that perfectly.
"We do have feelings, you know? We do look past all the sexy, tempting curves, too. Sometimes, we notice there's more to uncover." A pause. "Not literally." He furrowed his brows in confusion, a little smile too shy to bloom fully until it was safe. "Since when do women hate dates, flowers, and chocolates?"
Eric's career didn't start with a loud bang or whatever one might expect from an already famous last name; he wanted to earn all the points himself and prove he didn't need any preferential treatment. A fistful of advice based on his parents' own experience proved invaluable, with all the dos and don'ts that guaranteed an easier start — some nuances he hadn't learned in his acting classes.
His first role was in a romantic comedy. The main character's secret lover meets a tragic end at the beginning of the movie due to a silly misunderstanding. Armed with the few lines Eric had been entrusted, he delivered them with the right mix of humor and desperation, making the brief appearance memorable. Thanks to his looks and charm, he quickly landed a few roles in other movies of the same genre, then joined the cast of a horror movie, which gave him a taste of something different. Finally, he proved he could easily shoulder the male lead, and his career gained momentum. Although he was proud of the reception to his work, he didn't necessarily appreciate being labeled a romantic lead, so his priority was to show he was far more versatile than that.
The first opportunity struck almost immediately, and he took it, ignoring the critics already predicting a disaster and an inevitable failure. The role of an eccentric detective, Jack Castillo, wasn't the first step into the crime genre, but it was unprecedented for Eric to have no female (or male) co-star to highlight his strengths. Accent on Crime proved to be one of the many surprises in his career, and there wasn't a single complaint about the lack of a romantic plot — something that had been pointed out as the first milestone for Eric Sanders.
During a guest appearance on a popular crime series, he also earned the respect of the cast and crew for more than his performance. When the director made a series of sexist remarks toward his female co-star, Eric stepped in to challenge the behavior and make his support clear. The intervention helped defuse the situation, and both the cast and crew appreciated his willingness to speak up on behalf of a fellow actor. Aside from voicing a few characters in various productions, Eric also joined his brother's team for the second part of their survival-horror video game by becoming one of the voices the player can choose for their character.
As if reading Eric's mind and his need for more challenging projects, his agent suggested accepting a role as a murderous stalker that allowed him to use a pinch of what he had learned on the romcom sets, and give it an entirely new flavor. He bleached his hair, agreed to a controversial nude scene, and let the audience hate his character for an absolute lack of empathy. Critically acclaimed Too Close earned more nominations and awards, opening a door that would otherwise have remained closed.
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"Well... why don't we be Erica and Ottie?" She grinned, switching their names each other rather than entirely new ones was fun and close enough to still being them that it warmed her. "All I care about it spending the evening with you." And never missing another for silly reasons again. Just the two of them together and happy and thriving. A little family built and strengthened with the overcoming of adversity. Stronger for the storm they'd survived. Letting him lead the way as they fell back into their strolling step, she had not but eyes for him, gaze drinking in his face under the glow of Roman street lights, memorizing everything about him in this moment so she could hold onto it for life. "Were I Helen of Troy... would you burn down cities for me?"
That's who they should be, then, right? There was no need to look any further.
Eric furrowed his brows and looked at Auttie when she asked him that unexpected question, so romantic and dramatic yet very in character. He smiled at her and stopped to get one more kiss, even if it would take fifteen more stops before they reached their destination. "I would burn down cities for you, Autumn Manchester," he said, kissing her that unrushed, hot kiss that sealed his declaration. His hands started wandering, wishing they could get a room now and didn't have to wait any longer, because he missed her with every bit of his body and mind. "I know I'd do anything for you." He ran his fingers through her hair, combing a few strands behind her ear, and continued forehead to forehead. "Even the things I'd regret, things I wouldn't be able to take back. I'm not saying this to shift the responsibility for my actions... It's because I want you to know that I trust you, completely." Could he hope she'd never ask for things that would be harmful to him, or those he cared about?
Lilith did not turn back around to address any of the absolute bullshit that spewed out of Grady's mouth again. There were fresh hot angry tears she swiped off her cheeks, shoving past people if they got in he way and ignoring anyone's disgruntled remarks. "Fuck off," this was said to some drunken man, who stumbled up in approach, and had some choice slovenly words about her as a bitch or something. Like she cared.
Her plans were to just go back to her apartment... Maybe slam some cabinets, find something vengeful to watch on TV. Or, she could linger, pick up some guy to hook up with (not that fat fuck drunk), and intentionally post pictures of herself and him all over her socials?! To piss off and upset Grady. But then savior came in the form of Eric Sanders, who texted to meet up because he was here for the 4th of July.
With a sniffle and wipe of her eyes, she changed course and stomped to where he told her to meet up. The second she caught sight of him, she started in. "What is wrong with you men?!" Lilith demanded of Eric, like this was his fault, and he should speak on behalf of his sex. "I thought men were supposed to want sex?! Am I just not sexy enough anymore, is that it?" her arms crossed protectively over her chest, trying not to let the hurt win out. She was holding onto the anger instead. "Don't even say the name Grady to me, or so help me.." she warned, expelling a frustrated huff.
Cup Cakes Bakery: a place where people could enjoy baked goods and comfort their tired minds with sugary deliciousness. Or they could storm in there and scare children; that was an option too.
Eric knew better than to ask her what happened or tell her to calm down when he saw that look on her face. She lived up to her name so much when she was upset and had Eric actively look for an answer for a second there. What's wrong with men? He looked around in confusion; a guy to his right seemed puzzled too, and his kid chuckled at the word "sex" spat out so angrily.
"You might wanna narrow this down a little more so-" he heard the name Grady "-oh yeah, there we go." Eric sighed and looked around to check if people still cared about a little commotion that only reached the said kid and his dad. "Um... Lily? D'you need a hug or something?"
Steps pausing she gradually accepted the forgiveness of his kiss, leaning easily into his touch and the dark pools of his eyes especially there under the moonlight. Arms lifting to wrap around his shoulders, she nuzzled into his face, along the line of his jaw. "I missed you, too. With every breath." Smiling with the smallest breaths of a chuckle, her nod was there forehead nestled against the high point of his cheek, lips brushing it as she spoke. "Never again. I hated every moment of it." It would never not be easy to lose herself in him when he kissed her, this man who understood her so easily, like he'd been born speaking her language.
Pulling back enough to look up at him and his suggestion for the rest of the night, this time her nod was pronounced, hands sliding down from his shoulders to his elbows. "Sounds like a perfect evening. Who are you tonight, Mr. Bond? What would you name me?"
Eric chuckled at the shared experience, even though neither of them was fond of it. By kissing the tip of her nose, he sealed that promise and agreed that every second spent apart was horrible.
"We'll let the night decide." The vibes and their moods should help him decide what secret identity would fit them best tonight; Eric could feel that it would be a mix of longing and cheeky-spicy anticipation, with a sweet, romantic core. "I already know I'll be horrible at this because I only wanna be Eric and Autumn," he replied with a smile. He could stand there and get lost in these kisses, soft brushes of their lips. "Whichever names we'll come up with, I want this to be us and ours." A pause. Eric had to hold back a chuckle because he had just remembered some of those silly wordplay names he had heard others use. "I don't feel like Danny, but you could be my Sandy Olsson."
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"Because she knows that I've been missing you. I think she's getting tired of hearing how obsessed I am with you." That was only mostly true, and Auttie grinned her amusement at herself against his lips as she stole one more kiss before leading him over to the lounge chairs set out for them. "Oh, even if she has.. I mean how can she believe any of it once she really get to see us together, Baby? I've already told her I think you're my soulmate."
Giving a little squeeze to his hand, her grasp was relinquished in favour of pouring them each a glass of champagne with a few frozen raspberries and blueberries plopped in the bottom. "Happy fourth of July, Baby. I wish Vivvy could have been here, too."
Eric smiled when she said that; except for the obvious obstacle they had tripped over, their relationship had been sailing flawlessly with these two head over heels about each other. "I'll do my best to convince your friend I am your soulmate," he replied, emphasizing that "am" to leave no room for doubt, because he had none.
Taking the glass from her as they sat down, it felt strange to almost turn it down, but a themed celebratory drink shouldn't hurt. "Happy Fourth. A few more weeks and she'll be here every day." Relieved and happy to remember that, he took a drink, watching the red and blue fruit. It wasn't unusual for Eric to use frozen strawberries instead of ice cubes. "Maybe she'll even play with Ellie—Ellie, right?—I think they'll get along. Speaking of..." He kissed her cheek. "Any tips for what not to say or do around Val?"
