place of birth:Β Kismet Harbor Hospital, Kismet Harbor, Oregon
occupation:Β Semi-retired Professional Ballerina/Trust Fund Baby
sexuality: Bisexual
did they attend / graduate from kismet harbor high school? if yes, what year did they graduate?:Β Yes, graduated in 2016
did they attend / graduate from chapman university? if yes, what year did they graduate / what did they study?: No
neighborhood:Β Lives above Seaside Sweets in Cresthill Meadows
time since arriving in kismet harbor:Β Since birth, off and on for nine years, permanently moved to Cresthill Meadows in March 2026
personality traits: sharp-tongued, stoic, vulnerable, vain and pious
biography:Β
(tw: parental neglect, parental death, cancer)
Murphy Windsor was born tucked deeply into the opulent trenches of Emerald Mist, Kismet Harbor, where she was raised inside of the Sunset Ridge Townhomes to Claudia Windsor, a high-society socialite who was hard-nosed and always prioritized appearances over emotions, and Reginald Windsor, an alcoholic lawyer who epitomized neglect and allowed his wife to dominate their household while drowning his own sorrows in work and Jim Beam. Murphy's life was shaped by the delicate dance between the expectations from her mother and her own aspirations. Because of Claudia's coldness, it was instilled into Murphy a deep-seated belief that her worth is tied to her look's and her family's status. The relentless pressure to be perfect imbued her with a blunt demeanor, often coming across as harsh and unapproachable. She grew accustomed to an emotional void, longing for connection, yet often pushing others away with her standoffish attitude. It didn't help that the young woman entered the world of ballet, emerging herself even further into the kaleidoscope of perfectionism and detachedness.
Despite the seemingly glamorous life she held, Murphy's only true companion was her twin brother, her built-in best friend. However, the siblings diverge in their approaches to life; Murphy is more focused and serious with her ballet studies (though parties from time to time to take the edge off), embodying the rigors of a ballerina's discipline. Her twin, on the other hand, was a wild party animal, constantly up to no good and had their mother's head on an exasperated swivel.
Ballet was Murphy's only escape up until she turned eighteen. By then, she didn't know who she was outside of it. Her brother went off to Princeton, where he became the sad epitome of a frat boy, meanwhile his twin sister had no idea where to start. Fortunately, she had a trust fund to utilize, taking herself across the globe in her private jet to coast around the world and off of her good looks, in between her ballet sessions and recitals.
What officially dragged her back home to Kismet Harbor in March of 2026, after being in and out of town for nine years, was the formidable phone call she'd received from her twin. Their father was dead. Liver cancer which took him hastily. He didn't even have time to be sick. It was all Murphy could do to not completely break. She was angry. She was sad. She was relieved. All of the above. Not one emotion could be pinpointed inside her brain. So, Murphy let go. She let go of her rigidity and discipline. She gave up ballet. She stopped showing up at the dance studio. What was it all for? Who was it all for?
After the week of the funeral, Murphy decided to stay back in Kismet for good, gaining a place above Seaside Sweets in Crestill Meadows (one place she knew her mother wouldn't go looking), learning to reel from her father's passing and figuring out how to get back to ballet without feeling completely vulnerable. For the time being, she was a party animal, just like her brother.
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town activities:Β Bowling league, Compassionate friends, Equine emporium, tide and twirl, vino spell
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As was often in the case in life, Remi was in her own world, her mind far away from Kismet as she walked down the sidewalk after a shift at work. Though taken by surprise by the sudden thud of her shoulder into another body, it wasn't entirely a surprise that it had happened given her state of mind. Her initial reaction was to try and stoop down and help pick up the items that she heard clattering to the ground, but when she heard a voice from the distant past speaking, instead she found herself frozen in place. "I - oh, uh. I didn't - woah, um. Sorry," she mumbled out, her mind now clouded with a resurfacing of old wounds. The woman in front of her had been a source of nothing but strife in Remington's younger years. Strife that she had subjected herself to time and time again under the delusion that someone so beautiful couldn't possibly be so cruel. "What are you - why are you...hi." Barely able to put together enough words to make a sentence, the last greeting came out with a stressed tone, the surprise of seeing Murphy Windsor of all people taking hold of anything else she could have said.
As Remi fumbled through her words, Murphy's face contorted into a snicker. Remi was a klutz, a dork, or in Murphy's high school terms, a loser. Remi really wasn't, but Murphy was merciless like that. Their history went back to childhood, and the youngest Windsor was infamous for tormenting at least a dozen of her fellow peers throughout their collective adolescence. It wasn't her finest moment, but one would be hard-pressed to find Murphy apologizing for it. Her mother raised her to stand firmly within the belief that people's importance lies within their social rankings, and Remi's was nowhere near Murphy's. This didn't exclude the fact that Murphy found the woman's social stumblings and naivety gave her a certain quirky charm about her. Murphy couldn't stand it.
"Cat got your tongue, Remington?" Murphy's uppity tone was acidic, like it had been for years. "That's the one thing you can count on in Kismet; Nothing ever changes. Though, you look different." Better.
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As much fun as Aliye had out at a normal bar or a club, sometimes she liked to switch it up. She'd hung out with Murphy a few times on nights out on the town and had a sense that the girl could use a little more levity in her life. The invitation had been made to get out of the bar and go somewhere different and they were just walking up to the bowling alley when she turned to Murphy with a bright smile. "Hear me out here, Murph, I promise you're going to have fun tonight. The club is a good time, but so overdone. Drunk bowling, on the other hand, fucking iconic," she grinned as she waved a hand for Murphy to follow her inside to the bowling alley. "Plus, I know the bartender and he comes through every time with a heavy pour."
Aliye inviting Murphy to bowling was akin to a breath of fresh air for the brunette. As much as shaking her ass seemed to envelope her life at the moment, she'd needed a break (the undertone of a ballerina's discipline would never falter) and, surprisingly, Aliye was difficult to say no to. Though, bowling was an activity far beneath her Gucci belt price range, Murphy had actually joined the bowling league and had grown to cherish it, albeit she'd never admit it. "You've already learned to speak my language, Balik. If I knew any better, I'd say you're trying to get me liquored up so you can take advantage of me Or so you can win, which will never happen." Murphy led her inside, beelining for the bar to order their drinks. "Whiskey sour for me," She dictated to the bartender, before eyeing Aliye, "And for the lady? Don't try to steal my drink order, now. I know I have great taste. Although, Kismet isn't one for stocking Cristal."
Trudging through Kismet was always bittersweet for Murphy. A lot of good and lot of bad occurred in this place. A ton of people and a ton of memories. Speaking of which, Murphy was attempting to fish through her purse for her lip gloss when another body jostled into her shoulder, causing her purse to fall out, including its contents. "Ugh, fucking great," She snapped, bending downward to retrieve it all. She eventually glanced upward at the face of the perpetrator, instantly recognizing Remington Elliot. "Oh, it's you." Flashes of antiquated feelings of attraction bubbled up, causing Murphy to pause before regaining her composure. "Did Kismet forget to teach everybody to watch where they're going?" God, she still looks good.
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Murphy wasn't one to unveil any emotions. As a matter of fact, repression became an old friend and vulnerability became the sworn enemy. Albeit, with Wren, even though they'd only run into each other a handful of times, Murphy sensed he was familiar with emotional hardship and it was like she could talk to him about anything, a very scarce revelation for her. She had thumbed in a text to him to meet her at Cobblestone, her iced almond milk latte in hand whilst already settled at a table. At his arrival, Murphy smirked and said, "Ah, the one guarantee in life; No one can resist me or a cup of joe. Pray tell, how do the people of Kismet Harbor survive so long without seeing me face-to-face?" She was only kidding partially.
Murphy was on her daily ten-thousand steps jaunt when her eyes happened to glance over in the middle of zoning out, landing on a familiar brunette's silhouette. Murphy put up a hand to stop her, stating, "Now, I know why I'm here, but what in the hell are you doing here from New York City? And please tell me you still design. I'm sick of ordering my clothes from Europe, the shipments move at a glacial fucking pace."
Murphy flung her blouse back on after yet another frivolous 'sexcursion' with Sebastian, before plopping again onto her back. The brunette might have still been indifferent about being back home, but she at least had an aesthetically pleasing chef to aid her in repressing those emotions. "You know, I find it incredibly rude that you don't have something like a Wagyu steak with Almas caviar on top waiting for me after we're done here. You'd think a professional chef would be prepared for a proper booty call."
Seeing a sign for a yard sale, Phoebe stopped and started looking through the tables to see if there was anything that interested her; which a lot of things were. A few books, movies, then knickknacks and even clothes were looking cute. It was hard to pick things and she needed to start deciding. Turning to someone, she held up a Nirvanna band-tee and a cat knickknack. "If you had to chose one, which would you pick?"
"Fuck no, I was just passing by," Murphy snapped, only then to finally glance at the band shirt the girl was waving in the air. "Is that even a question? Nirvana all the way. At least I know now this town has one person in it that has good taste that isn't me."
Eddie was at Cedar Grill a little early and was working on some menus in the office. He had added a few thing to the summer menu and wanted to get them out before the menus went to get lamented. He was about to finish up when he heard something in the restaurant. He thought he was the only one there and now was questioning if he left the door unlocked. Grabbing a stapler, he walked out of the office slowly and looked around. "Hello?" He called out and he heard a footstep. "I have a stapler and I'm not afraid to use it!"
Murphy wouldn't be caught dead eating carbs, so her only purpose in walking into Cedar Grill was to use the restroom briskly before continuing getting her ten-thousand steps in for the day. The moment she waltzed back into the lobby, she overheard a male's mild threat, snorting at it. "If I die by a stapler, then I'll be even more pathetic than that threat. Relax, Liam Neeson, I was just using the bathroom."
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