ABOUT LENNON: without a reason or rhyme.
BASICS
FULL NAME: Lennon Faye Sinclair
SPECIES: Vampire
AGE: 27
DATE OF BIRTH: February 12st, 1997
PLACE OF BIRTH: Manhattan, New York
RAISED: Rome, Italy
GENDER IDENTIFICATION: Cis-Woman
NEIGHBORHOOD: Hidden Hills
OCCUPATION: Country Club Attendant
WORKPLACE: Raven's Peak Country Club
POSITIVE TRAITS: Captivating, Creative, Passionate
NEGATIVE TRAITS: Reckless, Stubborn, Guarded
LENGTH OF TIME IN RAVEN’S PEAK: 2 years
FACE CLAIM: Sydney Sweeney
BIOGRAPHY [TW: sexual assault, rape, abuse, violence]
The stories people want to hear are rags to riches, but for Lennon, it's no surprise no one wanted to hear hers because it was riches to rags. Born in Manhattan, New York, she lived in town for two years between a couple brought together by art and torn apart by it just as easily. Her father ran a sought after gallery and became infatuated with the sculptures her mother made. Together they began to create a perfect family, but the thing about artists is that they're never quite satisfied and always need to chase after another muse. Her father's fleeting interest resulted in an affair and by the time Lennon was two, she was taken away to Europe in a self discovery trip funded by the divorce that would last for years.
She grew up in Rome, in the heart of ancient beauties, and was always a good kid after seeing her mother fall apart. The image was burned in the back of her brain and Lennon wanted to strive for perfection in hopes that her mother would have one less thing to worry about. The girl went to bed when she was told, didn’t eat sweets after 9pm, and learned that it was easier to be seen instead of heard when the light to her mother’s studio was on. She did what was asked of her instead of acting on her own free will. It wasn't until she was seventeen that she came out of her shell and put the freedom she was granted as an adult to the world. Lennon couldn’t stand being alone with her thoughts in her bedroom anymore, adulthood meant she could be in charge without burdening her mother and explore what every corner of Italy had to offer. She never realized the toll her parents' relationship took on her in the moment, checking in on her mother became a routine simply to see if she was okay and developed into a bad habit that crossed nurture with a voice in the back of her head nagging that everything wasn’t as it seemed. She followed her mother's footsteps in art, but she always loved the complexities of the human body rather than the modern twists and turns her mother perfected in steel. There wasn’t a day that went by where her hands were free of it, the girl was determined to expand her talents to ensure her father would be reminded of her name and what he left behind. She preferred clay and how easily she could manipulate it, everything in her hands was exactly how it seemed, nothing to hide as it found its rightful place.
Her college career became devoted to her progress, loving the way her feelings seemed to speak for themselves so she didn’t have to. Lennon never got the chance to focus on her own feelings while tip-toeing around her mother’s and this was her loophole. Power practically radiated off her fingertips, her name now getting featured in different articles and golden plaques standing in front of her creations. She wanted her father to see it, all of it, the beauty her hands were able to create and that he would never have the chance to touch because he threw her away. Her father lost the chance at any sort of claim and Lennon liked the power in reminding him that his greatest creation was one that he made with her mother. Striking things often captured the man’s attention and if the world felt the same all of her work would be worth it.
[tw: sexual assault start ] She never expected to be the clay in someone else's merciless hands. During her second year of college one of her closest friends took her upstairs to her own studio during a party, and in her drunken haze, unmasked part of their personality she never knew was hiding attempting to take advantage of her after so many years of rejection of any advances. Most of her life's work for her college portfolio had been ruined along with what she was submitting to a local gallery in her fight, but worst of all, she had been broken. A girl who’s precious love language was physical touch could barely stand to look a member of the opposite sex in the eyes, being that vulnerable left her mind like a blank canvas. The passion that had once brought her so much joy now left her breathless, the clay bringing anxiety rather than comfort. The assault began with numerous cuts down her legs where shards of fallen sculptures had dug into her skin when she hit the ground and by the end she could barely move. With the music blaring from the floor below it acted like a shield securing her friend to be alone with what he had done and the man decided to leave her there to succumb to her injuries. But Lennon was lucky, or that’s what she was told when a face protected by shadows told her to trust them before offering her his blood. He offered her a ticket to a small town she’d never heard of, leaving her with an open decision to join him. When she told her mother about everything but the man, she blamed it on the rebel she had become and it was something they never moved past. In order to cope, she only ever sought touch through the most intimate moments and even then, she treated her partners just like the clay she worked with. She was in control, and that's where she wanted to be. [tw: sexual assault end]
After a while, the fighting with her mother got worse because of how much she strayed from home and how neighbors talked about her walks down the road at 3 AM. She reached out to her father, a dwindling relationship, and he jumped at the chance for her to return to the states. She finished her arts degree in New York, but her and her father never saw eye to eye either. Her mother's whispers over the phone about a rebel without a cause influenced some of his perspective even after all these years. He offered to help her with her art, but she's never been able to return to the studio again after what happened. Instead, she's just trying to get by. Lennon remembered the ticket and took the first train over to the town of Raven’s Peak. She still attends her father's gallery nights to admire work and smile so she can maintain the persona of an artist actively working on producing new content.
It’s been two years since everything went down, slowly she started to realize exactly what that helpful stranger had done for her, especially with the invitation to stay with him while she got acquainted with her new life. Thankfully in this town it didn’t take long for her to start gaining control of her new found abilities taking to the night to really experience what her new life had to offer. Her days were spent at the country club shaking hands and collecting golf balls, doing her best to look toward her future rather than the past.
FACTS
Arthur saved her and she's been living with him since she got into town.
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