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FULL NAME: Levi James Maddox

NICKNAMES: None

DOB: August 15, 1985

AGE: 36

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Married

OCCUPATION: Carpenter / Owner of Rustic Designs

ORIENTATION: Bisexual | Biromantic

GENDER: CIS Male

PRONOUNS: He/Him

TRIGGERS: teen pregnancy, alcoholism 

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“Ok, bud. Calm down,” Skylar replied with furrowed eyebrows, disbelief evident in her tone. One could just see her face, even with the mask. “This isn’t a porn video, much as you wish for it to be. The ladies around here have taste.”

“Oh I’m calm, darlin’” he replied with a smirk, “Please,” he huffed, “You’d be surprised at how many people asked, maybe they aren’t as refined as you think.”

Lily beamed at the man’s response, raising her eyebrows encouragingly at the compliment. “Just putting my own twist on something,” the brunette replied, taking another sip of her wine. The man seemed charming, and his costume was pretty easy to figure out, even as someone who wasn’t big on superheroes. “I’m actually working tonight, aside from fighting off any wolves who may crash the party. I’m the marketing and events manager here at the winery,” she explained, figuring that humility was the best way to go when she didn’t know her target audience’s demographics, as opposed to saying she co-owned the winery with one of her longtime friends. “What about you, Clark Kent? Are you on Superman duty tonight?” she asked, tilting her head inquisitively. “What are you drinking, beer or wine?”

“Oh I can definitely see Red being a badass, I mean, she had some balls.” Levi winced, “Maybe not balls, exactly. Women are badass, is what I’m drunkenly trying to say.” he rolled his eyes at his own ability to talk and decided to just continue focusing on what else the brunette was saying, eyebrow raising in surprise as she said what she did. “Colour me double impressed, this is quite a party. You’re the one responsible?” he nodded a little. “No, sadly I left my super suit at home tonight it’s just me I’m afraid, as disappointing as that may be. But beer, preferably though I don’t think I’m particularly fussy at all.”

“That’s right, put your worth first over their lust.” Cataleya replied swiftly. Though she’d been on the receiving end of the stares of passerby’s who considered her costume a bit revealing. Or maybe it was just how intense her makeup looked, she did technically need to look like she could turn a person into stone. “I’d get tired of having to strip just to button up all over again. Maybe you should have opted for the suit in full instead.” She teased, before she heard a wolf whistle coming her way, she rolled her eyes. “And use your muscles to eliminate that.” 

“Thank you thank you,” he playfully swept into a deep bow, ever the drama king as he stood upright and took another sip of water. “See, I was going to but then I was unusually forward thinking and ...how does he pee in that thing? Like, you’d have to strip down, pee and redress that’s far too much effort and whilst I got water goin’ at the moment I have  every intention of getting so damn drunk I really start to believe I’m Clark Kent, I do not want to have to factor in how to piss in a damn suit.”

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“Well it’s rude they weren’t offering to pay in the first place to be honest.” Ofelia chimed, smirk wide as she looked back at the other. It was obvious to see why people were asking him to take his shirt off of course, why wouldn’t they? He was an objectively good looking guy, she was far too smitten to really pay attention though. “You should start just wearing your prices as a sign around your neck, set expectations and all.” 

“Right? See you get me.” he placed a hand on his chest as if the thought truly warmed him and chuckled a little. He wasn’t exactly opposed to doing a strip show, but he at least wanted something for it in return. He was never really shy, or shy about his body. Equally... this was a nice place, he didn’t exactly want to get kicked out especially if he was trying to stay in town for a while. Which he was, it seemed. “I should do that, you grin but I will make it my new fall accessory or some shit. Make sure people are aware of what they can get with me.”

“That’s why you just don’t wear a shirt,” Kai grinned as he gestured to his mostly naked body. “A piece of art dressed like a piece of art. It’s beautiful really.” He watched Levi drink, thinking that water was a good choice. He should probably get some himself. “It’s not about worth on Halloween, it’s about fun baby!”

“It’s too cold for that,” he was too used to the warmth, too much of a summer child to enjoy the cold and the fall like some did. He wilted in winter weather, or perhaps a seasonal depression that he couldn’t quite shake during the chilly season. “What the two don’t go hand in hand? Fun and worth?”

Landon looked at him, pipe hanging out of his mouth. He wasn’t a smoker, but he understood the appeal– especially when he was dressed as Sherlock. It made him feel wise, like a grandfather. After everything Landon had gone through with Oliver, he knew he had to change the way he interacted with people. He had to put Oliver first, even when he wasn’t around. “You are handsome,” he told Levi, “but they have to understand that it is quite chilly out, especially if they’re not going to pay you.”

“Ah but do they?” he replied, acknowledging the comment of his looks with a smile as he leant against the bar as he took a sip of his drink. Truth be told, his going to the event had all been very last minute. It had been a simple idea that his sister had given him, and he had to thank her for the genius costume idea for the man that was often too lazy to turn up. “Besides, I think they were expecting me to not be bothered, they’re very push in this town. I thought southern women could be pushy.”

Opal sat perched, drink in hand, watching the crowd come and go. From anyone who might be watching her, she knew it looked like people watching. Mostly, she was on the lookout for an easy target. Festival drinks were fucking expensive.

The voice drew her attention away from the bulk of the crowd. She wasn’t sure he was talking to her– wasn’t even sure he was talking to anyone– but she turned a little in his direction, lips dancing along the rim of her red solo cup filled with… something that had had a dumb name, and quirked a brow. “And what if I just asked real nicely.”

The woman’s response elicited a smirk from the man, and he chuckled a little at her quick witted response, his previous grumpiness forgotten. Dark eyes scanned her frame from head to toe briefly, “Well whilst that is interesting thought, I’d have to ask you what’s in it for me if I do as you ask?” he replied, raising an eyebrow questioningly as he took a sip of his beer. 

Even though the night had been a bit slow, Nel had found it in herself to find joy in maybe talking to someone tonight. Most of the time, she tried to avoid conversations with men that sat at the bar. It usually ended with many numbers badly written on very thin bar napkins, either soaked or with stains of ketchup on them. “Joan has sadly been played to death, rest in peace to her and the Blackhearts,” Nel smirked at the man’s question, throwing the towel in the bin behind her. The cups would have to wait to be reorganized as she walked towards the jukebox where the man was standing. “If I were you, I think anything before 1980 would be preferred,” Her arm gently nudged him out of the way before she clicked on Joni Mitchell’s Big Yellow Taxi, “Sometimes this place just needs a little bit of happiness. It’s so fucking dark in here,” Nel eyed the drink in his hand before she nodded towards the bar, “Whatcha’ drinking? Look like you’re almost ready for another.”

“You can never play too much Joan,” he protested, before groaning a little as she changed the jukebox again, “No, no Joan I can understand but Hendrix? That man was a genius, and a loss.” he chuckled a little, leaning back against the bar in defeat. It wasn’t like the song choice was a bad one, just not the one that he would’ve chosen. Music had been a huge part of his life, and whilst he was never particularly sentimental when it came to keeping things, preferring to keep belongings minimal, he carted a much cherished box of vinyls wherever he went that was carefully cultivated over the years. “My man Jack neat please ma’am,” he replied leaning on the counter, “So if this place is so fuckin’ dark then why do you work here?”

open starter  event: halloween hex-travaganza location: white woods vineyard

“No, you must’ve missed the version of the story where Red Riding Hood killed the wolf on her own, before the lumberjack even got there. She didn’t need him at all,” Lily told the person with a wink as she made her rounds at the winery, a glass of the special Halloween red blend that the winery had curated just for the season. She had spent some time at the event downtown earlier in the day, but had made her way back to the winery to prepare for the adults-only portion of the night. “What brought you here tonight - the booze, or the haunted maze?” she asked a guest curiously, raising her glass to them. 

“A badass to boot, I’m impressed.” he replied with a grin, the comment making him laugh without even thinking twice about it. He had only made an off hand comment, not even really sure it had been right, he never exactly grew up with the fairytales as a kid. His mother never bothered to read to him or his sister, and whilst he tried to do that for his sister, she had been more content on reading on her own. “The booze, without a doubt. Yourself? Or are you here to slay more wolves?”

“The next woman that tells me to take my shirt off is goin’ to get charged for a show.” he took a sip of his water, already wishing that he could just skip to the drunken festivities and find someone to lose himself in for a couple of hours. “I mean, I’m all for doin’ a strip show for the ladies but still... I know my worth.”

who: skylar and your character @kingsheadstarters​

what: sports are the best and the worst

where: somewhere with tvs showing a baseball game

when: now

why: why not

“The next smooth brained Red Sox fan that tries to talk shit to my face is getting their girlfriend or wife stolen,” Skylar began, beverage in hand as she took a long sip. Whether the other person was paying attention or not was irrelevant. She often began conversations without so much as a hello.  “Apparently it’s a crime to hate on the Sox or Pats around here.” She scoffed out, almost rolling her eyes. “But do I give a shit?” She asked rhetorically before immediately answering, “No.”

The sports game has become background noise as he drunk himself into a little bit more of a stupor, wanting to at least try and forget the shitty day that he’d had. It had been long, and never ending, and to finally be somewhat over with it had him relieved. “Wait what?” the woman’s voice pierced his thoughts and he glanced up, “Ah it’s a fucking game, though I’d pay good money to see their faces when Miss Steal Your Girl does her thing. Please let me watch. The takedown, not the you and the wife part I’m not a pervert.”

where: The Sand Bar with: @kingsheadstarters​ status: open

“Level with me here, but also know that there’s a wrong way to answer this question.” Cataleya began. She looked up at the myriad of flavors that the ice cream establishment had to offer, some fusion flavors, even frozen yogurts were offered, but her eyes were on the prize for the creamy goodness that ice cream had to offer. “Do you think mint chocolate chip ice cream tastes like toothpaste? And if so, who didn’t love you enough when you were growing up?” 

He glanced up at the question being posed at him, raising an eyebrow as he chuckled a little. “Wow, one wrong question and you think you’ll have me figured out huh?” he replied with a grin, sliding the phone that had been occupying his attention before she had spoken. “What about I don’t think it tastes like toothpaste only cos I always, always, order chocolate chip cookie dough?”