always an angel | never a god

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Name: Sloane Catherine Fagan

Nickname:  Sloaney ( by her father/family )

Birthday: December 3, 1995

Place of Birth: Stratford, Texas

Places Lived Since: Stratford, Texas; New York, New York; Durham, North Carolina; Washington, DC

Current Residence: Fagan family compound in Stratford, Texas ( unfortunately )

Notable Family Members: Alice Fagan ( daughter, 5 years old ); Colton Fagan ( older brother, deceased ); Caden Fagan ( older brother ); Aylin Tokaş ( sister-in-law ); Keith “Buzz” Fagan ( father, deceased ); Amy Fagan ( mother )

PHYSICAL:

Faceclaim: Olivia Cooke

Height: 5’4

Build: slim 

Hair Color: dark red 

Eye Color: brown

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: always wearing multiple rings, several piercings in both ears, a few tattoos ( will be expanded upon )

Unique Mannerisms/Physical Habits: twisting her rings when anxious, drumming her nails, running when things get messy

PERSONALITY:

Occupation: lawyer

Education: Undergraduate degree from Columbia University, JD Duke Law School

Languages Spoken: English, Spanish, Latin because she’s annoying

Positive Traits: outgoing, ambitious, charming, meticulous, clever

Negative Traits: obsessive, manipulative, vindictive, cruel, secretive

Likes: a crisp diet coke, glitter gel pens, the oxford comma, a particularly tricky legal argument, early 2000s chick flicks, singing chappell roan after three espresso martinis at karaoke

Dislikes: sloppy writing, never ending highways to hopeless small towns, birds kept as pets, losing at anything, being lied to  

Aesthetic: perfectly crafted citations; legally binding contracts signed in glitter gel pens; this house is not haunted – you are; intimacy as a drug; a turning page in a silent library; your father was the worst man alive, you are his favorite daughter

HISTORY:

This is not a happy home, but you have a mostly happy childhood - the youngest child of a founding member of the Reapers and his increasingly cynical and desperate wife. He was older, and she liked the taste of danger and whirlwind danger found on the back of his bike. Your brothers lead to a shotgun wedding, and by the time you’re born the relationship is fracturing. But you are bright and charming and from a young age knew you were meant for so much more than this small town.

Your mother thinks so too, and watches in growing fear as your brothers get drawn further into the world of violence and crime surrounding your father. She loves you the most, you think at the wise old age of nine, having given up Colt and Cade as lost causes. At least, she says she wants to take you to the beach, somewhere close but also far, because you have to leave in the middle of the night to make it by morning. But then there’s yelling, you’re nine years old so it's nothing new – but there’s something sharper, an electric violence and fear you do not yet have the words for. She’s yelling at him and pointing to you and quite possibly begging when he turns and commands your brothers. Colt picks you up roughly, all wiry muscles and teenage lankiness, and this is when you begin to cry and scream and struggle with all the strength you can muster as he drags you away from you mother and locks you in the back bedroom. The look in her eyes as you leave haunts you for a lifetime.

She’s gone and something shatters – a rough edge left where there’d once been smooth lines. You grow up in this house surrounded by violent men who you cannot help but adore, damaged as you are from that initial betrayal. You’ve always been so bright and charming – the sun, but not warmth; a burning, blazing pursuit of power or escape; anger and armor in a pretty little package. At school you are the Queen Bee – gaining power and influence through a combination of charm, manipulation, and other, crueler accusations that never manage to stick. You’re not just cheer captain and prom queen – you’re obsessive to a fault, a perfectionist who absolutely cannot accept failure. Naturally clever, of course, but not everything comes so easily – you just make it look that way. Sleepless nights full of self-loathing and relentless dedication to whatever subject troubles you result in near perfect grades—and a lifelong tendency to dance right on the edge of self-destruction.

Grades like yours and you can go anywhere – you know this because you apply everywhere. He wants you to stay close, as do your brothers. You love them, but they seem so hopelessly deluded, stuck in the gravity well that is this godforsaken county. Help comes from an unexpected source, Colten’s partner is far too good for him – beautiful and clever and worldly—Aylin helps you apply to Columbia, helps you secure financial aid and housing and everything you need to finally, finally, leave this all behind.

Colton dies in the spring of your freshman year and with him any hope of smoothing down those jagged torn away parts of what might have once been good and kind in you. You come back for the funeral and your father is drunk – so much so that he mistakes you for her at least twice, speaking to you with such malice reserved for the wife who ran, not his beloved daughter. You sob in the bathroom of your childhood home and max out a credit card for the first flight out.

Otherwise, Columbia is a dream – everything you’ve dared hope and then some. You were made for something far greater than this life – and you’ve always loved a challenge, so you go on to study the law and all those intricacies and various loopholes that craft something so particularly clever and weighty.

It's one night, or maybe a sparkling weekend you spend at home. But you return to school and weeks later learn of the tiny consequence now growing inside you. The very first think you do is call your mother. She left you once, and that girl resented and hated her so much that you ignored the many times she reached out upon you moving to the east coast. But there’s a positive test on the bathroom sink and you’ve never needed your mother more, so you call her sobbing. She’s there the following day, slipping into your life and your apartment as if she never left, as if you were never that fearful, screaming child dragged away from her mother by a loved one.

Alice is born and suddenly everything shifts – your daughter is perfect, so lovely and wonderful and utterly free from the violence and taint of your history. Everything shifts, your mother stays with you and your baby whilst you finish law school – Alice’s first years are full of joy and laughter and whatever she might want. Upon graduation you take a job in DC, finding a lovely sunny apartment for her and her child; her mother staying close enough to be a constant positive force in these early years of Alice’s life.

Your brother’s been dead nearly ten years – but something drags you back to the endless highways and limitless pastures of Texas and your hometown. You still have that wonderful job and the lease in Dupont, but you were born in this town and know all too well how easy it is to get sucked in and trapped forever.

EXTRAS:

Living back in her childhood home with her five year old daughter and her dead brother’s wife upon the Fagan family compound that Aylin owns ( Colt was a goddamn idiot and if Sloane’d been his lawyer then…. )

Chaotic bisexual, clearly

Sloane is/was the queen bee/ popular girl of her high school class – and her going off to Columbia only made her arrogance worse. However, she gained initial popularity though careful manipulation and studied compliments and insults – babygirl knows how to play the game, if only in the mean girl kind of way.