#74thintro

so kendall is an only child 

her father is a marine sergeant and her mother is a teacher

growing up her parents were very strict and always wanted kendall to be the best at everything, while they may have been strict they were the most loving parents and made sure that love was the number one thing in their household

she is very intelligent and has a heart of gold, something she got from her mother

her father always taught her to fight for what she wants and to stand up for what she believes in 

she’s now a part time model, trying to see if there’s a possible future in the buisness

she’s a sweetheart and at times people take advantage of that 

heyo ! i’m ree, and this is my hot mess of a muse, dia ! she’s been an oc of mine for abt 3 years ?? ish ??? something like that. anyway, fun fact abt me, i work at a movie theater !! so if you ever wanna talk movies, i’m your person ! onto the intro now.

as mentioned above, she’s mostly a Hot Mess

just call her dia. don’t bother w/ nadia. it’s not that she doesn’t like her full name, she’s not used to hearing it so it’ll just throw her off or she won’t respond bc she forgets it’s her full name sometimes ?? so, yeah. just dia.

she’s from canada ( mt.hope, ontario specifically; a small town ), so she def has a canadian accent, feel free to comment on it/make fun of her for it

moved to new york for college, and just stayed. she loves mt. hope, and does plan to return, she’s just not sure when. but she does visit as often as she can since her family’s still there

she has two siblings, a younger sister & a younger brother, that she would die for. she often had to take care of them since their dad walked out, came back, tried to take her away, then left again. losing her father made her mom an alcoholic.

but it was actually her father that paid for her college education in exchange for getting to reconnect w/ her ( and just her ) via biweekly lunches. this part is most likely a secret to those who aren’t super close with her. like her family doesn’t even know

graduated & works as a pediatrician, so she’s gr10 with kids

when i say she’s loyal, she’s loyal. like she’s ride-or-die. she’ll help bury a body and help plan an escape with little to no questions. she’s a p great friend to have tbh

also she’s hard to faze. you have an inflation kink ? whatever, you do you. you eat half a cake before bed every week ? sounds fucking delicious. that kind of thing

not straight at all, but it’s the one thing she doesn’t like to label. nothing feels right, but the closest she’ll take is pansexual

isn’t a big fan of talking abt any bad feelings or bad things that happen to her. she’ll only talk abt it if you’re close w/ her, otherwise she tends to shut down and isolate herself until she can work it out on her own

BIO

Paige was born into a unique family. Her mother, Melissa, was only sixteen. She was in no position to raise a child, especially because Paige’s father, Paul, had no interest in starting a family -- ever. So, Paige was handed over to a new, adoptive family when she was born. It seemed as though they’d be a perfect fit, but before long, Paige was placed in a group home. 

She spent the next ten to twelve years bouncing around between different foster families, acting out and returning to the same group home. Then, when she was twelve, a new family took her in. 

Again, she tried to act out, trying to return to the life she knew best. She fought on the playground, as she often did. Still, the Sinclairs wouldn’t give up. They were determined to help her, to change her. Paige kept trying, running away to her old life more than once. 

They sat her down, treating her with respect. They showed Paige that they cared, that they wanted her to stay. So, she did.

It’s been nearly twelve years since she was adopted. Paige still struggles to express her feelings and to accept love. Still, she loves Fynn, her adoptive brother. 

She moved to Hartfield after visiting him. She’s adjusting to life, living with James Kent, a man she met while bartending.

HEADCANONS

Paige loves watching stand-up comedy. 

She experiments with cooking in the kitchen before opening the bar.

She has a habit of ghosting people.

Hello everyone! I’m Katy (26, she/her/hers, CST, cancer) and this is Plum Valentine.

About Plum: 24 years old Pansexual Libra Bachelor’s Degree in Broadcasting & Digital Media Intern at the local indie radio station Volunteer editor for Confection Zine Been on 74th St for six months Lives with, and covers most expenses for, Muse C Successful parents back west help her out financially Doesn’t flaunt her money but has no problem spending it Loves love, sex, affection, and pleasure Usually no interest in monogamy or even relationships

hey everyone!! i’m e, i’m 20 years old, and i reside in the est timezone. this is my first time roleplaying in about 3 years, so bear with me please lol. for the sake of time i’m just gonna repost what i had in my app. i’m excited to plot with you all!!

a little bit about my shitstorm sharpe: (tw: verbal abuse)

from the time that elias was nine years old, the idea of him being a nobody-- a nobody just like his bitch ass father (as vivaciously worded by his beloved mother), had been ingrained in his brain to the point that he’d lost all motivation when it came to his schooling. it was the same repetitive sequence of events. she’d curse the ground he walked on, he’d do his best to bury his ds and fs, and upon discovery, he’d be reprimanded once more. a part of him couldn’t blame her, he was the spitting image of his father-- and every spiel she’d go on about him not being shit was completely justified.

he’d been the one that convinced her to keep the child, with him being twenty-four and her being seventeen. his mother had her entire life ahead of her. graduating with honors and a full-ride to college-- but she’d given all that up for the man she thought she loved unconditionally, and the baby they would raise together. the house, the ring-- it was all coming. his job was coming too, the one with the big corporate company. she wouldn’t even need college. she’d stay at home and give their son the life neither of them had. 

but alas-- he hadn’t even had to decency to sell her a dream, but simply rented her one; one he’d rented to several other girls in neighborhoods scattered across her borough. she was beyond devastated. there she was, seventeen and nine months pregnant, alienated by her family because of her decisions--forcing her to stay on her friend’s family’s couch until she could get back up on her feet. and on top of all that, her son was born, and he looked just like him. every time she looked at his beautiful face, she was reminded of what his father had done to her. she was reminded of what could of been, and everything she’d lost-- and she couldn’t help but hate him for it. no matter how unfair it was to him.

at the age of thirteen, when elias met his father, it changed everything. before, his father had simply been an image painted horribly for him in his mind, but it was then that he understood firsthand truly what a m o n s t e r the man was. and all of the sudden, he felt something toward his mother that he hadn’t felt before-- a pang of sympathy. he’d ruined her, and now she was doing everything in her power to ruin him, but he couldn’t allow her to do so. he began applying himself-- he’d always been smart, but he had simply lacked the motivation. fs quickly became cs and cs became as, and before they both knew it-- he was the salutatorian of his graduating class (he’d missed it by .02 GPA points, his mother would never let him hear the end of it), and he was off to college, free of his bitter mother, who had eased up slightly, but was none the less still bitter.

he made a name for himself, both good and bad. by his second year, he was the president of several clubs, from the black student union to the robotics club. there was something about elias-- when he talked, people listened. and while he didn’t truly feel most of what he said (feeling was something he stopped doing a long time ago, with the exception of anger of course), he knew exactly the right words to say, and exactly what people wanted to hear. he wasn’t like this with the women in his life. in that aspect, he absolutely refused to be like his father-- he wasn’t there to sell dreams. he warned women before getting involved with him, but this never seemed to stop them, and hell-- who was he to turn away a pretty face? all the ruining had been done by themselves, they’d fallen for the man they convinced themselves that he was or that he could become, and when that fantasy would come toppling down, the rage or hysterics would typically ensue, as would the cut up sneakers and twitter meltdowns. but the truth was, he was unable to care for a woman, not in the way that they needed him to. they could fuck all they wanted, but there was no love given from his end. how could he reciprocate an emotion he was never shown?

he finished college with the highest of honors, and began his descent into the real world, where he intended on climbing the corporate ladder until it was him calling all the shots, just like he’d been destined to be. and for several years, everything had been going as planned. he’d become the assistant executive director of the company, and was coming this much closer to securing the position of executive director, which was the position under vp. but a bad falling out with the ceos daughter, who was his first ever “girlfriend” (his feelings toward women hadn’t changed, but it was a mutually beneficial title) had sent her spiraling, and before elias could even begin to mend the damages done-- he’d lost everything, just as quickly as he’d acquired it.

and thus began his downward spiral. every word and every curse his mother had uttered to him began replaying over in his mind. he was lucky to have the current roommate that he did, one who was willing to work with him, despite his now chronic, drunken (or was he high? most likely both) stupor, and for now they were able to find a roommate to make the payments easier on them. but there’s no telling how long before he falls out of their good graces.

elias is currently not himself. this job really meant a lot to him (my poor bb)

he really loves movies. he’s very much a cinephile

he currently finding comfort in the new dynamic between him and his roommates (which will be plotted in depth later >:-) )

he doesn’t really talk to his mother because yeah, but he calls her on her birthday and every holiday. that’s about it