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[OLIVIA HOLT, CISWOMAN, SHE/HER] whoâs that? oh itâs ELIZABETH âBEVâ WILDFIRE. i hear theyâre 22 and are known as THE NIGHTMARE around SKULL ROCK. theyâre known to be AMBITIOUS, CONFIDENT and VINDICTIVE, MATERIALISTIC some people say they remind them of RIDING IN CARS WITH BOYS, COVERING TRACKS OF HEELS IN THE DIRT, RELIGIOUSLY APPLYING LIPGLOSS, âIM GONNA BE A BIG BIG FUCKING STARâ, AND SECOND CHANCES. they DO believe they died. [ro]
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full name: elizabeth jane wildfire nicknames: bev, local lore has it you die if you call her beth! birthday: august 1 age: twenty-two sun/moon/rising: leo/virgo/virgo sexuality: pansexual but she definitely is like ! im straight! education: high school
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aka, a handful of bevâs favorite songs & others that capture her general vibe (some era accurate, some not!)
pretty in pink - the psychedelic furs
the power of love - huey lewis & the news
cherry pie - warrant
i touch myself - divinyls
bad medicine- bon jovi
addicted to love - robert palmer
white wedding - billy idol
whip it - devo
centerfold - the j. geils band
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riding in cars with boys, covering tracks of heels in the dirt, religiously applying lipgloss, âiâm gonna be a big big fucking starâ, second chances, pinks and reds, the smell of hairspray, perfectly manicured nails, names in shining lights, vintage hollywood stars, cherries, shattered glass, obnoxiously chewing gum, being the loudest person in the room, floral scents, a closet organized by color, being the best of the best, and having a heart made of stone!
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tw: death, light gore, car accidents
some people are simply born rotten. in place of a heart is a bad seed. elizabeth wildfire was one of those children. there was a darkness in her eyes from birth that fully scared her parents and she wielded that knowledge like a sword. she was the second of three kids, and truly, it was a miracle that the wildfires had another after bev. from the get go, she was determined to prove all of those stereotypes about the middle children wrong. bev was the star of the show at all times, the most important person in the room, and thank god, the only girl of the three wildfire children.
now, there wasnât anything wrong with the wildfire family. they werenât prim and proper like the cunningham, richards, or wheeler families, but they hadnât fallen on as hard of times like the mayfields or munsons either. still, to bev, they werenât good enough for her. after thanksgiving in 1972 when bev, then beth, screamed at the top of her lungs at her mom for doing her hair incorrectly, she learned that her parents feared her. from that moment on, she used it to her advantage. it started small, like batting her eyelashes at her dad to buy her a candy from the gas station, then berating him when he wouldnât, or begging her mom for a brand new package of barrettes and causing a scene in the middle of the store when she said no. from a young age, bev whipped them into shape so they knew that what bev wanted, bev got.
the older she grew, the more extreme her requests became. the big standoff had been in middle school when she shrieked at her parents until they made her older brother move out of the bedroom in the basement so she could have it. once she did that? bev knew she was unstoppable. this attitude carried on to her peers and teachers, which didnât make her the most likeable girl in class which infuriated bev.
for as long as she could remember, she knew she was destined for more than small town life. perhaps a career on the silver screen, looking so glamorous in magazines that lined every shelf. sheâd be a household name and the sad, pathetic people of hawkins indiana would try to grasp at an ounce of her shine by saying they knew her way back when. bev was obsessive over having the best hair, the best makeup, the best clothes, choosing the right people to hang around, the right activities to do and the most desirable way to act. she didnât care who she had to trample or what sense of morality she had to give up to achieve those things. in the end, it was all for the greater good, all in the name of stardom, and all in the name of her allure.
it started with joining the soccer team in middle school, which had been both a blessing and a mistake. she was good at it, sure, but bev didnât feel very good when some freakazoid slid into her and her bone popped out of her leg. she fainted at the sight and woke up in the back of an ambulance totally doped up thirty minutes later. at that point, she was going by beth. grating, annoying, demanding little beth. well, having a full leg cast in middle school changed things for her entirely.
like she realized she had her parents wrapped around her finger, she used the sympathy she got for the gruesome injury to propel her popularity. she changed her name from beth to bev, because it was far more glamorous. she milked the injury, begged boys to carry her books to class and pitted girls against each other to clamor to be the ones to help her into her crutches while she healed. power paved the road to greatness, and bev was already great, she just needed the rest of the world to realize that.
by high school, bev had solidified who she was in the small scale food chains of hawkins. she hid all she could about her family in a small town like theirs, they were deeply embarrassing. she continued immersing herself into looks, popularity, and dating. all of the little things that mattered to bev seemed to work. they got her to joining the ranks with the other top dogs of hawkins high, and they kept her there, until tragedy struck. it was the summer of 1984, right after bev had graduated when that idiot fred benson caused the crash that killed her. she had been set to get out of hawkins come fall, like she was always hoping to, and bev had been planning for this to be the summer of her dreams! but life moved on, she never got to enjoy starcourt mall or go to a college party as a college student. it all just ended.
then, she woke up. they told her she had been in a forest commune all these years, but she knew that was a fucking scam. she remembered. she remembered the headlights coming towards her, the pain, the slipping away. her final moments were etched into her brain like the letters on her tombstone that were meant to sit in a star on the hollywood walk of fame. it didnât matter what these government goons were trying to tell her though, what mattered that she was back and she was grateful for however it happened.
while the supernatural may have seemed inconceivable in life, now that she had her sacred second chance, bev wasnât planning on wasting it. with more vengeance in her heart, sheâs prepared to show just how thankful she is to whatever brought her back. whatever it takes, her end will justify her means.











