A B O U T .

Name: Wren Ines Zamora (She/Her ; Cis woman)

Birthday: April 25, 2003; 23-years old

Birthplace/Hometown: Boston, MA (Age 0-13), Grimmvale, MA (Since 2016)

Orientation/Status: Heterosexual ; Single

Occupation: Veterinary Assistant at Lucky's (April 2025)

Personality: Compassionate, Quietly Funny, Resourceful, Creative, Hopeful, Avoidant, Self-Critical, Escapist, Restless, Anxious, Self-Reliant

Aesthetics: dried flowers tucked into novels ; feeding stray cats behind the veterinary clinic ; wool sweaters with sleeves pulled over cold hands ; library books checked out months before anyone notices ; chipped mugs filled with chamomile tea after double shifts ; pockets full of dog treats "just in case" ; hope tucked carefully into every day

Headcanons: memorizes escape routes wherever she goes ; dreams of attevending vet school somewhere warm ; every birthday she writes a letter to her parents in a notebook ; has a habit of rescuing injured birds, squirrels, and rabbits ; makes playlist for every season ; secretly write children's stories inspired by fairy tales

Fairy Tale Inspiration: Cinderella

B I O G R A P H Y .

Grimmvale was never supposed to be home. Boston was loud, crowded, and such a vivacious place to live. She had loving parents who supported and encouraged her interest in writing and reading, and encouraged her plans from age nine to become a literary genius. At twelve, her world collapsed into several cardboard boxes and legal paperwork. One rainy afternoon changed everything and sent her several hours north to live with an uncle she barely knew.

A quiet officer at the local police department. He did what he thought was required to nurture his niece; he'd only seen her four times prior to her arrival. He provided a roof, warm meals, and space. There was no disciplining, no conversations about her interest or her day. Wren learned to be okay with the loneliness that echoed in the walls of the home and this decrepit small town. Books, writing, and animals had become her company. Wren learned that if she had to fight for herself alone.

She excelled in school, praying that her grades would get her a scholarship to freedom. She was close but not close enough, so her dream had to be deferred. Wren had no means to afford the tuition, so she shifted into survival mode with plans to get out of this hellish place. She shelved books at the library in the mornings and worked as a hostess at the local restaurant in the evenings. In between shifts, she studied and earned certification, becoming a vet assistant two years ago. Every pacycheck goes straight into savings. Her next goal? Veterinary school. Why? Animals are far easier to understand than people.

Grimmvale has always been dark. She sensed it ten years ago when she arrived. Sure, she could hop on a bus and simply get out of town, but she'd inevitably have to start over and do the same thing she's done the last few years. What makes it easier to bypass the time is that every animal she helps heal and every full page she writes after an exhausting shift is a daily promise that she will leave and have a future that is worth something better than this.

A B O U T .

Name: Everett Lee Holloway (He/Him ; Cis man)

Birthday: December 11, 1987 ; 38-years old

Birthplace/Hometown: Grimmvale, ME (Whole Life minus College/Law School)

Orientation/Status: Heterosexual, Single

Occupation: Attorney at Holloway & Holloway Attorneys at Law ; Legal Advisor to the Thorn Syndicate ( Since July 2024)

Personality: Diplomatic, Observant, Practical, Protective, Self-Sacrificing, Overthinker, Manipulative (When Necessary), Emotionally Guarded

Aesthetics: leather-bound case files forgotten on polished oak desks ; whiskey poured but rarely finished ; expensive watches inherited rather than purchased ; cedarwood, old books, expensive fountain pends and black coffee gone cold ; standing between violence and the people who remain naive to this reality

Headcanons: has insomnia ; hasn't touched his father's office and has allowed it to remain exactly as it was left ; volunteers anonymously for legal aid clinics ; always carries mints in his pockets ; tries to find every legal loophole with the syndicate to prevent unnecessary ripple effects with the syndicate's power

Fairy Tale Inspiration: The Huntsman

B I O G R A P H Y .

TW: mention of death

Born and raised in Grimmvale, Everett spent his childhood, alongside his three younger sisters, between two distinctly different worlds. Most of the year was spent in Grimmvale, where his father's law practice shone brightly on Main Street. Summers and holidays were spent along the affluent coastline of his mother's family, who consistently failed to withhold their dislike for his father. Despite the tension, Everett grew up in a loving household.

His father was known as being charmingly deceptive, like a snake. Smooth-talker who was incredibly ambitious and ended every question with a firm handshake. Yet, Everett never saw that version. He had a father who acted out his bedtime stories, played catch with him nightly, attended every baseball game, and taught him the ins and outs of law. It was not shocking that Everett followed suit, joining his parent's law firm continuing bringing justice to those who were wrongly framed.

It was a few years into his career practicing as an attorney that his father revealed to him the firm's oldest client. Thorn International and the Syndicate. The arrangement predated Everett long before he was even a thought. His father oversaw the provision of legal counsel, protection, quiet negotiations, and damage control, which had supported the organization's effort and growth through the years. His father insisted they weren't criminals and brought his son into the fold. Everett told himself he'd keep one foot outside this realm of darkness, but with each passing encounter, the world around him became darker. It's disrupted his own moral and ethical compass.

When his father died unexpectedly from a heart attack, the Syndicate expected continuity. The law firm needed to maintain good relations with its first client.  His mother expected Everett to uphold his father’s legacy. Everett promptly accepted the seat and now finds himself walking an ever-so-thin line. He subtly makes suggestions to prevent any form of violence, death, and recklessness from occurring right under his nose. He tells himself it's better that he occupies the role, so that at least he can gauge and minimize particular outcomes.