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Digging Deeper.

THIS BIO CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING TRIGGERS : death; violence

chapter 1 ( i was born dark ) : zairo comes from what one would call a legacy family. even from a young age, a traditional road had never been in his mind, nor his father’s really. it was always intended for him to follow in his father’s footsteps and as a young boy, he had always been eager to show to the man that his faith (or rather, his expectations) in him weren’t misplaced. the first time he’d seen a man die, he had nightmares for weeks that he refused to tell anyone about—if he spoke about it he would prove his father wrong about his potential, after all, and so he internalised it; the next time he would watch, start to finish, without blinking, without reacting, and he wouldn’t let it affect him again. violence, ultimately, is just a tool, and like a wrench can help you fix your bike, so violence can help you fix the wrongs of others, and make sure they remembered it like he remembered that very first time.

chapter 2 ( can you feel my heart? ) : the exception to this growing cold ruthlessness in his heart had always been his younger sister, however. just like he’d been taught to fix a bike and administer violence, zairo was taught that family is everything. if you do not take care of your family, then you cannot be trusted with anything else. it was never a begrudging thing, though, looking after his sister. he did it with joy, with pleasure, and with love and determination. for as long as he was alive, no one would touch his little sister. granted, it wasn’t without her consent. while anyone had a hard time bending zairo’s stubborn, formidable will, sofia could do it with just a change in her expression.

chapter 3 ( my demons know how to swim ) : by the time he was in his twenties, a fully patched member, he’d already been made the club’s enforcer, and there was no doubt about it that he was good at what he did. perhaps, in fact, too good at times. he was around eighteen or nineteen when he became a father, and it had been purely an accident. regardless, family-oriented as he always had been, he’d been serious about his girlfriend, and she about him, and this accident simply came a little sooner than either of them had planned for. but raising a child amongst violence at such a young age was a difficult thing to do, perhaps something his own mother could attest to. his devotion to his girlfriend and his eldest child became a target that he could only shield so often. they didn’t part ways because the love was lost, it was ultimately a more public thing. to anyone else, she and his child simply vanished from his life, though informally, their life turned into a series of unending flings, away from the public eye; as good a father as he was—or tried to be—he’d never speak of his child in public again.

chapter 4 ( hell’s coming with me ) : life continued, as violently and steadfast as it always had been; his sister went her own way, and although he insisted that he was always just a phone call away—certainly, he’d drive day and night to get to her wherever she might be in the world at a moment’s notice—that promise became more difficult to keep with growing responsibilities at home. everyone had expected him to make vice president, just like everyone had expected him to make president. it had just been a matter of time, a passing of the mantle. it’s a few years later that he meets dixie duvall, a troubled young woman in a nasty situation.

chapter 5 ( let’s settle the score ) : she never needed to explain to him the entirety of her history, or her situation. something about her, if not her particular problem, has him tell his vp to continue on, and with dixie on the back of his motorcycle, he simply goes to sort out that particular problem. definitively. anyone else might have been as frightened by the brutality on display that day as the brutality that had been endured, but zairo can’t remember seeing her even so much as blink. in a way, she reminds him of himself, whether it’s a front put up to seem strong, or simply too many hits received to let another inch of violence bother her. regardless, when he drops her off in intercept, it’s with his phone number in his pocket, and a silent promise—or threat—that she’s not gonna be alone again.

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( CONNECTIONS. )

sofia silva ( younger sister )

dixie duvall ( surrogate sister )

( MEDIA. )

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( QUICK STATS. )

mbti : istp

enneagram : 8w9

moral alignment : chaotic neutral

temperament : choleric-melancholic

greek god : ares

zodiac : taurus sun ; aries moon ; scorpio rising

( CHARACTER INSPIRATION. )

billy butcher ( the boys )

dean winchester ( supernatural )

Looking For Connections.

➥ childhood friend: his rock. they've been through the good, the bad, the ugly, and everything in between. sometimes they can come off as a married couple, but they just get each other. they click. platonic soulmates. it's that simple, even if people like to joke otherwise. ➥ 3am run ins: for whatever reason these two always end up bumping into each other at odd hours of the night. whether it's him doing some late night runs or because she's out and about. they talk, chat, and joke about one day actually meeting up at a reasonable hour.

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Rowan “Ro” Mercer never planned on becoming a biker. As a kid, he wanted to be a veterinarian because every stray dog in Intercept somehow found its way to his porch. His mom used to joke that if the town ever disappeared, the only things left would be Rowan and a yard full of mutts. His father drifted in and out of the picture, usually leaving behind broken promises and unpaid bills.

By the time Rowan was fourteen, he was working odd jobs just to keep food on the table while his mother worked double shifts at the diner. He met the Vipers through an older cousin who rode with them. They taught him how to rebuild an engine before he could legally drive, how to change a tire in the dark, and how to stand his ground when the world tried to knock him flat. More importantly, they fed him, celebrated his birthdays, and gave him people to call family. So, by eighteen, he’d earned his patch

Despite the reputation that comes with wearing Vipers colors, Rowan has never quite fit the image people expect. He’s quick to laugh, quicker to lend a hand, and somehow always ends up being the one holding someone’s crying kid, rescuing a stray animal from the side of the road, or spending his afternoon helping a neighbor fix a busted fence. Kindness has never made much sense in the world he grew up in, but it’s the one thing he’s refused to let life beat out of him

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Personality: Ro wears his heart on his sleeve, even if he’d never admit it. Warm, approachable, and endlessly loyal, he’s the kind of person who makes strangers feel like old friends within minutes. He has an easy laugh, a habit of putting everyone else before himself, and an almost instinctive need to protect the people he loves. His biggest flaw is that he gives too much of himself. He struggles to believe he’s worthy of the same care he freely offers others, often masking his self-doubt with humor or reckless action. He acts first and thinks later, trusting his gut over his head, which has landed him in more trouble than he’d like to admit.

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kneeling in the second to past pew in church, two girls dressed identically in their sunday best pass notes and muffle their laughter behind used prayer books, turning the steady drone of the priest’s sermon into a background melody for a world entirely of their own. minnie&clem, two names said so often together it had become like a single word. next door neighbors turned best friends. soulmates, if they believed in that type of thing. by age twelve that had shared everything there was to have to their names with each other. by sixteen, they had become two disparate beings. the kind and beautiful and enchanting minnie, so easy to love. she floated across the dance floor on pointe shoes and then in heels, drawing people to her like moths to a flame. everyone wanted to be friends with minnie, to be close to minnie, to be with minnie. but no one came as close as clem, who clung like a shadow. the one half a step behind, half a beat off. it was fine with her. who needed all the eyes in the world on her when she had minnie's to herself?

life changed forever in a single month. a handsome face new to town, breezing by and caught up in minnie's orbit like everyone else. a few nights away. a weekend out into the city. clem sitting alone on her bedroom floor waiting up as the clock ticks later and later. then, a pregnancy test. then two. three, just to be sure. an undeniable positive fourth. the boyfriend, if he could even be called that, is gone as quickly as he arrived. suddenly, minnie wasn't a star anymore. just a small town tragedy, a pretty girl who should have known better. someone to whisper about on the street, someone to avoid and ignore. it was okay, because clem was there. clem had always been there, ready to catch her as she fell. ready to figure out the baby's crib and the medical appointments and how to turn their shared apartment into a place for three.

kai was born with ten fingers and ten toes and a crinkly smile just like his mom's. although minnie doesn't take to motherhood the way she took to everything else in life, clem had never wondered for a moment if she loved the little baby sleeping soundly in her arms. from the first babble to the first steps, there wasn't anything clem didn't adore. it didn't matter what other people said, the snide remarks over her head, the mocking taunts whenever she went into town. a shadow taking care of someone else's baby. the girl chained by her own heart.

on a tuesday, minnie doesn't come home. late nights aren't a stranger to either of them, two girls without a college degree or a steady career. but then wednesday and thursday passed without a peep. no one in town had seen her in forever. minnie's existence had gone by without a blip since her pregnancy. it was like the whole town had forgotten what was once the center of their galaxy. the sun had been erased from their memory once they had stopped wanting her. but clem had never forgotten, could never forget. after a month of silence, a month of being waved away, a month into being forgotten, clem packed her bags and kai away into the back of the car and drove off. as she drove past desert landscapes and other towns and city skylines, clem threw away the past into the wind and reinvented herself. a new name, a new life, a new her.

it was meant to be a temporary stop, but sitting in the crappy motel room paid for in cash, surrounded by empty rooms and infrequent tourists and locals too busy trying to survive to give anything strange a second glance, she thought this was the chance to turn a new leaf. as far as anyone in this town is aware, nothing was amiss. the car? hers. the baby? hers. the name on the ledger, the one on her uniform name tag, the one people call for? hers. welcome to your new life, minnie daniels.

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All the way back to the very beginning of Gabriel's memories they are filled with experiences at Adventureland and, later, Astroland. He remembers the sounds of the games, the whoosh of a roller coaster flying by, the smell of fried dough and french fries. He remembers chasing after his brothers, weaving through the crowds to get into lines and try to obtain the best seats on the rides. There were days where he was bouncing in his seat trying to finish up his homework at the kitchen table so he could run off to the park before it closed for a couple hours. The park was almost more familiar to him than home, because it was his home. At least, once upon a time it had been.

That June will forever be burned into Gabe's memory, the year Hector disappeared. It was only a week or so after he'd turned fourteen and he'd been so excited to finally start working beside his older brothers, even if he was only allowed a short amount of time and only certain roles at the park that were deemed 'safe'. But he didn't mind - all he wanted was to work the games alongside Hector and Jay, and how could working a games booth be unsafe? Especially if Jay was there. He had always looked up to the both of them (not only because he was shorter) and thought they were the coolest guys ever. He never did get the job.

But even worse, he never saw Hector again. He remembers Jay coming home late, voices raising and tinged with concern that drew him from his bed. Hearing that Hector had run away didn't make any sense because, as far as Gabe was concerned, there wasn't any reason he ever would. He refused to believe it, just as Jay did. But he was still young and barred from taking part in much of the search efforts, though he found his own ways to take part. He rode his bike around town as if he might find Hector or Jay's car set up on the side of the road somewhere waiting to be found.

When it was found it didn't come with any answers. If anything, it just left him with more questions. What was Hector doing there in the first place? Where did he go? Why? For a while he was solely focused on finding out, but with time and more dead ends, he eventually had to let it go. Money was tight and he had to start bringing some in, especially with Astroland seeming to be standing on it's last legs.

He started working at the local comic and games shop as a cashier. It didn't make a whole lot, but he enjoyed it - and he didn't ask for much, really. In his spare time he started lending his time to Helping Hands as well. Perhaps it was because he wanted to fill his hours with something useful - better than being lost within his own thoughts that inevitably went back to Hector time and again. And maybe he hoped one day he might see Hector there, and he could bring him home. It wasn't impossible that something happened, that he couldn't remember where he belonged, that he just needed a reminder. It wasn't impossible. Gabe would always be an optimist even in the most unlikely of situations, but as the years go by he knows, deep down, how unlikely it really is.

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In his youth Gabriel explored a lot of different creative avenues. He tried many different instruments and had a talent artistically. Nowadays he can occasionally be caught playing guitar, but is typically to shy to play in front of people, let alone sing in front of people.

A dream would be to design a comic book and have it sell on the shelves of Paradox one day.

Looking For Connections.

➥ HIS SIBLINGS: there are three following remington, the youngest also carrying the blame of their father for "killing their mother." lets be honest, these are basically his children. he would move heaven and earth for them, even if it means he stares down the prospect of death.

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THIS BIO CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING TRIGGERS : implications of physical and emotional abuse, ptsd, parental death, birth complications, military experiences, amputation, ptsd

perhaps he was meant to be an outlaw, screaming his lungs out from the very second he opened his eyes. the eldest child of four in a small born in a dump somewhere in mississippi, he quickly learned that their father wasn’t fit to be the man his children deserved, with a very short temperament while their mother was more focused on keeping her husband’s eye from wondering than taking care of her own children. thus, he stepped up to be the man of the house far earlier than he ever had to. when his father came at one of the younger ones, screaming like hell, remi learned to scream right back – only louder. where was their mother? one may say god only knows, but the common man's god was far from this home.

he only became worse when his younger sibling was born, an unexpected pregnancy that resulted in complications, and their mother’s death. he grieved his mother, or what their relationship could have been – but he knew his siblings needed a protector now more than ever. he had to keep his head up, it couldn’t falter. he takes his siblings to and from school every day, prepares their meals, helps them with their homework when they don’t understand it. all the while, his father calls him worthless. nothing. that he’d never amount to anything, no matter how hard he tried. then came the blame aimed at his youngest child, for taking their mother from him. that was the first night remi lay hands on his father. he was bigger now, wasn’t he?

the first chance he gets, he does perhaps the last thing that his father expects from him: he joins the army. his siblings are old enough now to the point where they’re making something of themselves, or at least the other two can keep an eye on the youngest. most of his early twenties are spent training, working towards something, but he doesn’t quite know what yet. that is, until his first tour. by twenty five he’s overseas, sending money back to his siblings all the while. making sure their stable.

but in his late twenties — everything changes when he rescues a comrade in combat. when he wakes up in the hospital his left leg is gone, and while he’s being given a purple heart for his valor, he needs to be medically discharged. at this point it’s all he’s ever known, what his given his mind, body and soul to. and he couldn’t possibly have a next step that he’s able to take.

he appears aimless for a while, that is, until he finds himself embroiled with the vipers. it’s something — gives him some kind of protection in a universe that has been anything but kind to him and forced him to protect himself. his siblings ending up in intercept happened pretty gradually after that. at the end of the day, the ambrose siblings always seem to find each other.

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aries sun, virgo moon, capricorn rising. remi comes off as a very serious person, full of fire. and yet, he’s also logical in his thinking. he rarely ever acts impulsively, unless it comes to the people that he loves.

remi’s known he was gay since he was fourteen years old, but he struggled with it for some time considering his father’s view of what a man should be. he didn’t truly allow himself to come to terms with it until he left for the army, and is far more comfortable with himself — despite struggling to maintain intimate relationships outside of one night stands.

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THIS BIO CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING TRIGGERS : injury

frankie’s the youngest of four boys, who considers himself to be the black sheep of the family—and to be fair, nobody has ever made the effort to convince him otherwise. he’s fully aware that he ended up disappointing every single one of his parents’ expectations with where his life is at right now and most of the time, he thinks he’s over it. frankie’s mom and dad are both retired doctors, his three older brothers all made big careers for themselves, doctor, lawyer, banker—there’s one of each, out there in the big cities, with wives and kids and things to be proud of. frankie was gonna go ahead and aim high too—maybe he wasn’t all that book smart at school but he was the star quarterback who won their team a fair share of games, which got him a football scholarship in california. it was going to be his ticket out of intercept, something he’d dreamt of for the longest time. there was pressure at home, to be perfect and deep down frankie knew he was not gonna fit whatever the hell his mom and dad had in mind for him. leaving meant freedom to do as he pleased and once the scholarship was secured, graduation couldn’t come soon enough

he got into UCLA, didn’t declare a major at first, toyed around with the idea of social sciences or psychology but held back with making a firm decision. football became his main focus—it’s why he was there after all. he was at practice or the gym practically 24/7, doing the best he could because the plan was, for the longest time, to go pro. maybe he wasn’t going to be like his brothers but he was going to make a name for himself. he had the talent, the drive and playing made him happy—frankie just needed his mom and dad to see it

about five months into his first semester, frankie suffered a shoulder injury but instead of letting it heal properly, he played through the pain and left the recovery for later. every now and again the injury flared up and reminded frankie to take it easy, which he wouldn’t do but because his body was still young, he bounced back easily most of the time. months passed, frankie finally declared social sciences as his major, mostly because he didn’t have any better ideas, and he kept playing as if his life depended on it. he kept winning and kept ignoring his shoulder which ended up coming back to bite him in the ass—it was one of his last few games before graduation, he was already on the verge of being signed to san francisco 49ers, when he got tackled so hard he passed out. a couple hours and a surgery later, it was clear that he was not going to be playing for a while. disappointed and bitter, he came back to new mexico, moved back in with parents and begrudgingly began his recovery

it was hell on earth, being back home—ever since leaving, the only times he saw himself coming back was for the holidays but now he was here, for however long it was going to take him to get better. frankie took it easy for once, took his time to rest, rehab, there was another surgery down the line, more rehab; time was flying but things were not looking up, he was still in too much pain and after a couple of consults with the best sports medicine specialists, courtesy of his parents’ connections, frankie got the sentence—he was probably never going to fully recover from his injury. maybe, hopefully, he would be able to go back to football later down the line but definitely not at professional level. the news sent frankie spiraling—that was his future down the drain 

it took frankie ages to figure out what to do after all that; he spent months angry and disappointed, floating around doing pretty much nothing. what finally made frankie do something with his life was pressure from his parents but that worked in the opposite direction of what they’d probably anticipated. what they wanted frankie to do was to go back to college—his accident happened a couple months shy of graduation so technically he never finished school and if he couldn’t play, then at least he should have the degree. frankie wasn’t really interested in that—after having his dreams crushed, finishing college was the last thing on his mind. and that was how frankie’s long chain of part-time jobs started—no business in intercept was safe. he waited tables, worked the kitchen, cleaned the school, worked five different jobs at astroland, helped out at the radio station, you name it. it was a point of tension at home—frankie’s mom and dad were furious that their baby wasn’t doing anything quote-unquote serious with his life. when the fights became too much hassle, he moved out and got his own place, much to his mother’s dismay. there was a level of control while he still lived at home and after the move, he was once again free to do as he pleased, just had to deal with weekly passive-aggressive phone calls. maybe it wasn’t the original plan but eventually, frankie settled into his life with a sense of peace and, dare he say it, fulfillment. for the most part, at least. he has friends, a roof over his head, his two jobs keep money coming and sure, he misses playing and often wonders how much better his life would be if he never had to come back but most of the time, the good outweighs the bad. things could always be better, different, frankie just needs to make peace with that. or he could still leave—seems like more and more people do it these days.

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THIS BIO CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING TRIGGERS : implied miscarriage, infidelity, depression, drug use/addiction

Javier’s childhood was never short of love, that much could be said to be true. But surrounded by siblings who excelled in an assortment of different areas and parents who had their own opinions on how their children should be, it didn’t take long for Javier to feel as if he were falling behind in some manner or another, never quite living up to expectations. He didn’t excel in school, didn’t have natural ‘book smarts’ that seemed to come so easily to some of his siblings. He wasn’t naturally inclined to throw himself into the military and protect people he had no real connection to, or put his own life on the line against others for some bigger than him purpose.

So he rebelled. He refused to entertain his father’s whims of ultra survivalist necessity in the world they lived in, barely absorbing the random bouts of ‘knowledge’ he spewed. He broke curfew more often than not, stayed out late nights with friends passing a joint or a bottle of beer. He would sneak back in through his bedroom window, left cracked open for just that purpose - as if it might help him escape his mother’s fury. Some nights he would simply stay out all night long, hooking up with his girl friend or finding somewhere else to while away the hours. One thing that did stick in Javier’s head from his childhood, however, was the love and importance of family. As much as he might have been a thorn in their sides or a worry in the back of their mind, Javi was always there when his siblings needed him, in one way or another. In general, he looked out for his family - even if he wasn’t inherently the best at it. He’s protective of them, loyal to them - and would go to any lengths necessary to make sure they’re taken care of.

Javier’s wife became one of those critical people in his life, too. He fell hard and fast at a young age, and they’d decided to marry not long after graduating school because - well, what was the point in waiting? They knew what they had with each other was something special and wanted to form a family of their own. He got a job working as a mechanic at the local auto shop, taking on long hours to make a nice nest egg for his future family. The couple began trying for a child, or children, but their relationship started to crumble bit by bit as their attempts at conceiving a baby proved futile. After investing money in several rounds of treatment and getting excited for a coming child only to lose the dream once again - it weighed heavily on both of their shoulders.

Taking on extra shifts at the auto shop and working longer nights in an attempt to make up the money they’d spent, Javier found it more and more difficult to return home knowing they had lost another child - and knowing that his wife probably needed his support now more than ever before and he couldn’t seem to figure out how to provide it. Instead, it was far easier to throw himself into work than let himself feel. Not to mention, he missed her. He missed what they’d once had before all of this. It felt as if they’d put their entire relationship on hold and that with all their attempts to conceive, they’d distanced from one another. He missed their casual affection - and by accident, he found it in someone else. It had been a mistake as soon as it happened; just a random woman in a bar that gave him that affection he’d been craving from his wife for seemingly too long.

Javi planned to tell her as soon as it happened, but by the time he got up the courage, she was pregnant and the time simply didn’t seem right. Then the days turned to weeks, turned to months - and the secret spoiled on his tongue. He didn’t want to submit her to any unnecessary stress by bringing it up. Besides, it had only been a one time mistake. It hadn’t meant anything. He loved his wife, his family. But of course, such ugly secrets had a way of getting out. He’s not even sure how she found out, but how didn’t matter so much as what came next. She’d kicked him out of the house, refused to see or hear him out. Time passed, slipping through his fingers, as he tried to pick up the pieces and put his relationship back together again. But the pieces no longer seemed to fit. The harder he pushed, the more she pulled away. He ended up moving in with his elder brother, Santiago, in Intercept, New Mexico for a time when it seemed that repairing his relationship may not be possible.

He’s beginning to make a name for himself here, even if it doesn’t feel like home. He has his family, somehow he thinks they would always take him in no matter what horrible things he’d done, but he doesn’t have her - and it has been difficult for him to overcome that pain. He drowns it out in work and in the bottom of a liquor bottle - and sometimes when that doesn’t help, he seeks harder substances to cope.

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Wanted connections to be fleshed out at some point later…

(Ex) Wife: He cheated on her and subsequently broke apart their family. She was pregnant with their child at the time, UTP what happened to said child and how she ended up in Intercept

The girl in the bar could bring some interesting drama, too.

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➥ sibling : i would love to have a connection of an older brother who practically raised him ! would be fun to talk about the details of this with someone !

Digging Deeper.

THIS BIO CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING TRIGGERS : parent death; drunk driving mention

elliot’s mother had supernatural powers. or at least, that’s what his brother had always said. elliot hadn’t known her long enough to find out for himself. & anyway, she must not have been very good because from the moment she found out he was growing inside her, she’d sworn up and down that this baby was going to be her first daughter.

so certain was she that she’d fluttered out immediately to the nearest boutique and purchased armfuls of decorations in the name she’d selected. *ellie.* when her supernatural instincts proved incorrect, she’d thrown her head back and laughed, cradling the tiny bundle of her youngest son close. the name changed to accommodate a few more letters but ellie always stuck. she never had the chance to try again for a daughter, illness took her before she had the chance and their father left the moment she was diagnosed.

elliot had been five when they’d lost her and every day her memory had faded until she was just a story. his brother, over 9 years his senior stepped up and sacrificed nearly all of his youth to raise him — ensuring they’d never be split up. elliot witnessed the kindness people humanity could offer as well as the cruelest and they’d survived it all together.

it wasn’t fair when his brother got in that accident — the inebriated driver getting away unscathed — left with a permanent limp and a thick scar that mapped all the way up his ribs. it was the emts that saved his life and from that moment on, elliot knew he wanted to be one of those who kept people’s loved ones from death’s door.

at 22, elliot still looks up to his brother as if that man hung the stars in the sky— he might as well have, what was love if not unconditional adoration? too young to remember anywhere else, intercept is his home and he’s proud of it— despite its legends and unexplained frights: he sees them as little glimpses into the strangeness his mother had once believed in so strongly.

elliot is dedicated and diligent when it comes to his work but there are parts of him that are extremely guarded. loss teeters on the edge of all corners of his life— opening himself up to another is dangerous and he tries to avoid intimacy though his heart aches for it. there are parts of him that carry immense guilt for what his brother sacrificed to raise him — it’s something he carries without being asked, and he can’t let it go— not yet.

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