BASICS

Full Name: Mackenzie Grace Thomas

Nickname(s): Mack, Kenzie, M, Mac

Age: 23

Date of Birth: 8/8 1999

Gender/Pronouns: Female, She/They

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Occupation: Waitress at Marie’s

KEY CHANGES

- Bella only went missing three weeks ago. Its still very fresh, and Mack is still very off the rails about it. She’s kind of put her entire life on standby since, and it doesn’t look like returning to normal business is going to happen anytime soon.

- louder and prouder protester. shes still very performative with it, and what she cares about, but she tends to go large. Her last protest was covering herself in fake blood and lying on the steps to the sheriffs office- imitating what her sister must look like.

FIRSTLY, SOME BASICS

FULL NAME: Leonora Everly Yoon PREFERRED NICKNAME: Leo ( call her Nora at your own risk ) PREFERRED PRONOUNS: currently she/hers, but she’s reevaluating DATE OF BIRTH: April 1st, 2000 ( aries sun,  pisces moon, aquarius rising ) [ Leonora was born two months premature; her dad thought it was a joke but lo and behold, Odessa’s water had really gone and broken on April Fools ] ZODIAC SIGNS: aries sun, pisces moon, aquarius rising ( une ) AGE: Twenty-Two but she feels ancient HOMETOWN: born and raised in Gravewood, WV FAMILY: George Yoon ( father, sheriff ), Odessa-Marie Yoon ( mother, waitress ), Feodore Avery Yoon ( older brother & Yoon golden boy ) OCCUPATION: Ice Skating Attendant & Teacher at the Windsor Ice Rink SEXUAL ORIENTATION: she’s not for the streets, but it’s the whole spectrum ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: re: last line [ —the rest can be found in the DOSSIER: additional background information, physicalities and personality stuff among other things! ] 

WHAT’S IN MY BAG: The Shape of Water by Daniel Kraus, A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan, a sketchbook she’s been filling up with still-lifes and stuff, and an empty planner her dad gave her SENIOR SUPERLATIVE(s): class clown, life of the party, best smile CURRENT QUOTE(s): “the feminine urge to enter a hell of my own making” “who the fuck decided to call it emotional baggage and not griefcase?” TV PARALLELS: Gina ( Brooklyn 99 ), Winston ( New Girl ), Montana ( Do Revenge ), Orla McCool ( Derry Girls ), Sokka ( ATLA ), Ruthie ( Shrill ), Willie Jack ( Reservation Dogs ), Guillermo ( What We do in the Shadows ), Sperncer Shay ( iCarly ) TROPES: Allergic to Routine, Annoying Laugh, The Chew Toy, Cloudcuckoolander, Cool Loser, Crouching Moron Hidden Badass, Deadpan Snarker, Endearingly Dorky, Erudite Stoner, I Just Wanna Be Special, Jack of All Stats, Kaleidoscope Hair, Once Done Never Forgotten, Sad Clown

SECONDLY, A LIGHT OUTLINE

✧ No one would really admit it, but Leonora was that baby that married couples have when they’re on the brink of divorce— she was meant to fix George and Odessa’s failing relationship but the novelty of a new baby faded soon enough as her parents returned to their old routine, the new baby falling to the wayside. 

✧ Even so, they’d never gotten around to the divorce. Babies are like monkey’s paws in that way and neither one of them wanted to go through with a divorce when they’d gone and had another baby to care for. Through the mess of their marriage, they loved each other still, and those legals proceedings would only be inconvenient.  

✧ After his paternity leave had come and gone, George went back to working his long hours in the Sheriff’s office and Odessa was left home with a toddler and a newborn. She’d spend all day feeling alone at home, tending to the home and her kids; trying and failing to rekindle the love they’d cultivated in their adolescence.  

✧ While Leonora and her older brother were babbling little ones then, kids can still sense these things. Leo was a fussy girl herself, and she’d always demanded more attention than her mother was willing to give. Once she’d started crawling, her mother set her down in a little corral and left her to her own devices. 

✧ Most of her infancy was spent that way, her mother holding her at arms length as she reached out to her. George was a little better, though his own love came in bursts and then fizzled out entirely— he’d never had much energy when he came home, and most of the time he’d set her on his chest and doze off. 

✧ Toddlerhood was a little easier on Leo, if only because she’d had access to other forms of distraction ( unfortunately for her mother, these were messy ). She’d started painting around this time, though it’s something all kids do, right? Must be the same with the colorful handprints all over the walls which pissed her mom off to no end.

✧ Life teaches Leo to be loud and messy— those are the most surefire ways to get her mother’s attention: throwing food at her brother, running a crayon along the surface of the fridge. Anything to get her parents’ attention, though hindsight would say these acts only pushed her mother further away than before. 

✧ By the time Leo and her brother are in elementary school, Odessa’s thinking of joining the workforce. Desperate for anything that will get her out of the house, she applies for a waitressing job at Marie’s. The pay is minimal but the work fills whatever hole in her heart George has left. She needed this.

✧ It’s obvious then why she turned out the way she did: needy, nosy, annoying and whatever else the other kids would call her during her childhood. Leo hadn’t learned how to separate the good press from the bad; so long as someone was looking at her she’d felt like a sunflower facing the sun, and that would be her undoing in the end. 

✧ Puberty hits a girl like a ton of bricks then and it only gets worse. At home she’d had no audience save her brother and he’s gone and tired of her shit. He was hanging out with his own group of friends and she’d grown ungrateful of the ones that had allowed her in their own circle; she’d go and ruin them soon enough.

✧ One risky dare starts it all and then she’s flying higher and higher towards the sun in one massive Icarian feat before the wax on her wings start melting. Icarus’ own father warned him about his recklessness, and her own had gone and put her in handcuffs. When she’s high as a kite, she thinks about how tragically poetic that is.

✧ Fuck up first, apologize later is all fun and games until you’ve gone and burned all your bridges. Leonora now exists in a limbo of her own creation, not knowing how to move forward though everything she’s done keeps her from turning back. ‘I’m sorry’ seems meaningless at the end of the line, but what else is new.

✦ keeping myself from adding more so we can fill in the gaps together? ✦

THIRDLY, SOME HCS

Leo wasn’t diagnosed with ADHD until the latter years of Middle School; while she knows this is due in part to the socialization of girls and all of that, it digs the ‘your parents really went and overlooked you’ knife a little deeper.

The first time she ever put ink on her skin, it was because of a dare ( go figure ). Leonora could choose whatever design she wanted so long as the ink went on her lower back; the pain of getting her tramp stamped nearly killed her.

If memory serves her well, Leo first bleached her hair the day before the first of high school. She’d thought to make it subtle to keep her mom from freaking out, but once it was said and done she didn’t even try to hide it.

Foster Home for Imaginary Friends was one of those things that stuck with her in her childhood, so when her grandfather gifted her a red doberman, Leonora was quick to name the little guy Blooregard Q. Kazoo ( Bloo for short ).

She feels ridiculously lonely all the time, and her therapist tells her that it’s directly correlated to the reckless behavior of her youth. Leonora doesn’t necessarily think correlation equals causation, but the man might be right. 

One such bit of reckless behavior had her piercing one nipple on a dare, another had her biting into some shellfish she was allergic to ( leading to a fun ER night ), and a third had her eating a steak even though she’s vegetarian.

As far as more lasting consequences ( the piercing has since closed, so that doesn’t count ), one small piece of the cartilage on her right ear is missing and she has one scar running down her calf from these dangerous liaisons. 

Watched a single clip of Euphoria, a zoom-in of some lady’s eye makeup and it's kinda become a whole thing. Leo isn’t going all out with it or anything, but she can’t stop herself from sticking those little diamonds underneath her eyes.

As far as cliche artsy things go, she’s lugging around a sage green kanken decked in patches and pins, filled with hb pencils, an overfilled sketchbook, an empty one, and two toiletry bags because you can never be too prepared. 

Has a replica of Sam’s iCarly remote, which is basically her soundboard. She’s got it programmed with her favorite bites but switches some of the other ones out depending on the season ( and she’s got terrible comedic timing ). 

Follow-up for the iCarly remote, she’s got two specific sounds on lock: a slow clap ( because obviously ) and the sound of the world’s smallest violin from that one episode of Spongebob. The other stuff on rotation is mostly from TikTok. 

She’s got a membership to the fabric store in town and they know the girl by name; Leo loves all those fashion things but she’s not gonna burn money she doesn’t have so enter a hand-me-down, some fabric and a sewing machine

Not to be all Draco Malfoy, but like... Isa knows her family has clout. She knows that some of the stuff her family gets into is on the shadier side, but that there are relationships that have been put into place that protect them.

The Morgan family came from nothing. Sofia Valle (her mother) was a waitress at Marie’s when she met Sebastian Morgan (her father), the new guy in town from an extended family “in construction”. They were both high school juniors. Both ambitious individuals who wanted better lives than what seemed to be on offer in town, it wasn’t long before they were dreaming up futures together that centered around mansions, private jets, and the ability to go one a date and not panic about the price of dinner.

They took their knowledge of the construction industry and their thirst for knowledge (and success) and immediately upon graduation started building a real estate development company. They also started investing.

Isa wasn’t born until her family had already been in business for twenty years. They had already moved to the nice part of town, had decided they needed a child to continue the legacy, and knew that they only wanted the one. Sofia and Sebastian had Isa when they were 38 years old and notably successful. And through their hard work, things have just kept improving since then.

But since they know what it’s like to struggle, they instilled in Isa the values they were raised with. At any moment business can disappear. An Act of God can mean the end for a project. What do you do if the money dries up? How do you bounce back? Isa was raised to be frugal just in case.

Theatre Kid. Debate club president. Isa has always had a flair for the dramatic, and she was the star of both the theatre scene and any argument right up until the day of her graduation. Now she uses her talents for other purposes... but they’re definitely still there.

As a child she was the biggest Earth Day stan - truly Earth Day was every day. Before she realized that the stuff her family is doing negatively impacts the environment and she changed her tune, she was constantly trying to organize community cleanups and sustainability campaigns. Call her out on that shift.

Isa has a knack for planning events. Her family has held a private Gala or two (or one every year) and Isa in more recent years has taken over the planning for it. She even spent one summer doing some basic event help with the local government to really solidify the connection between the Windsor family and her own. It was also there that she discovered she has a few issues with control. Apparently there IS a wrong way to fold napkins.

Isa doesn’t really do romance or relationships. She isn’t sure what it is about them that she’s been avoiding, but it may have something to do with the fact that she cares a lot about her business and doesn’t want anything to distract her from that. She goes on dates, though. Because the other person has to pay and they can be great for networking.

You lowkey have to be making a certain amount of money per year for her to even consider you for a networking “date” though.

GENERAL DETAILS.

FULL NAME: martina isabel serrano NICKNAME(S): marty, just marty. NAME MEANING: martina - warlike , soldier , tiny sea ; isabel - pledged to god AGE: 22 DATE OF BIRTH: february 7 , 2000 PLACE OF BIRTH: gravewood CURRENT LOCATION: hell gravewood ETHNICITY: mexican GENDER: cis woman PRONOUNS: she/her SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: bisexual RELIGION: catholic SBNR ( spiritual but not religious ) OCCUPATION: attendant @ horny’s truck stop ; minor drug dealer ? is giving handjobs for money/drugs a job? EDUCATION LEVEL: did not finish high school LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: couches of friends when she gets evicted from her apartment ( she’s usually allowed back in when she has the money paid up for rent ) FINANCIAL STATUS: poverty level SPOKEN LANGUAGES: polite spanish

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

FACECLAIM: lizeth selene HAIR COLOR AND STYLE: dark , long ; typically in some sort of braid or straight down her back EYE COLOR: brown HEIGHT: 5′7 BODY AND BUILD: thin , lanky TATTOOS: numerous spread all over her body PIERCINGS: 2 in each lobe , both cartilages pierced , septum , nose  CLOTHING STYLE: grunge aesthetic , dark colors , whatever she can thrift for cheap SIGNATURE SCENT: the smell of gas and cigarettes , sometimes marijuana

HEALTH.

MENTAL DISORDER(S): depression SLEEPING HABITS: does not sleep for long or often , tends to sleep curled all together underneath her blankets EATING HABITS: snack food mostly , but in small amounts SOCIABILITY: does not like talking to people , but is not afraid to speak if necessary BODY TEMPERATURE: runs cold , constantly wearing long sleeves when totally unnecessary ADDICTIONS: where to start... DRUG USE: yes ALCOHOL USE: yes

PERSONALITY.

LABEL(S): THE OUTCAST  POSITIVE TRAITS: individualistic , creative , thoughtful , generous , independent , witty , intuitive NEGATIVE TRAITS: rebellious , mercurial , pessimistic , impatient , absent-minded , detached , stubborn LIKES: pineapple on pizza , truck stop hot dogs ,  DISLIKES: people from rural west virginia , cold showers , swimming , organized religion , snobs FEARS: dying without ever leaving gravewood , spiders , snakes HABITS: picks at her hang nails and bites her nails far too short GOALS AND AMBITIONS: realistic : get her ged , find a better job ; unrealistic : go to art school , travel ASTROLOGY: aquarius PERSONALITY TYPE: ISTP WEATHER: first snowfall when everything is soft and quiet , tree tops lined with white and the branches begin to get heavy , everything layered in a clean puff  COLOR: #915F6D ; the color of bruises when they’re healing MUSIC: hyperpop , emo rap , song that force her to stop thinking  MOVIE: ironically : donnie darko ; unironically : the princess bride BOOK: midnight for charlie bone SPORT: fuck sports BEVERAGE: malibu island melon FOOD: big mac ANIMAL: giraffes SEASON: winter

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

MOTHER: carmen serrano FATHER: unknown SIGNIFICANT OTHER: n/a FRIEND(s): the burnout , the daredevil EXES: SIBLING(S): the faithful ; probably too many to count. CHILDREN: n/a EXTENDED FAMILY: aunts , uncles , no grandparents PET(S): n/a

appearance:

faceclaim: evan mock

height: 5′9″

eyes: dark brown

physique: slender, bordering on scrawny. benji had always been lanky, but in high school, swimming kept some degree of muscle on him. now, without a stream of home-cooked meals or morning exercise, he’s just thin.

hair: shaved, in various shades of pink depending on dye cycle. originally, he let a girl from tinder dye it on a whim (and effort to get laid), but he’s kept it ever since on account of how much it made steam rise from his father’s ears

body mods: lobes and some in the cartilage pierced, scar on the nostril from a piercing he would remove when he went home and eventually grew over. no tattoos, due mostly to the time-spent-to-reward-ratio and commitment issues. 

personality:

tra: loyal, kind-hearted, helpful (when he wants to be) / obstinate, easily bored, pessimistic, petty

likes: the ritual of mixed drinks, taking polaroids of his friends, card games, cigarettes after beer ONLY, spicy food

dislikes: waiting, the quiet, being alone, overhead lighting, heights, pitying looks

skills: bass, for alec’s band, a bit rusty after the, ahem, forced long term hiatus. skateboarding, from falling in with the “wrong crowd” early on. bargain shopping & thrifting name-brand. 

family:

mother: maria greene, filipina immigrant who married young, to a man they thought would be a respectable husband and father and give her and her babies a better life, only to be utterly alone in a town worlds apart from everything she’d known. she tried to do right, give benji homecooked meals to take to school (while he pleaded for the processed stuff the rest of the white kids got) and babysit for other families to fill the void of loneliness, but it was a chasm impossible to rectify. 

father: allen greene, former us navyman who got terribly injured (and disabled) on the job with a toddler at home. short-lived political career, long-term anger issues, and a loyalty to the patriarchy and gender roles deeper than before thought possible. the kind of guy to still ask if he can use his veteran’s discount, despite everyone knowing their family came into a hefty inheritance. 

siblings: none

backstory! 

benji always strove to be the kid he was supposed to. his mother’s only child, his father’s only son; he wanted to be everything they had dreamed of having. it was always a little out of reach, though. he could’ve bulked up, gotten his way into football, like the other generations of greene men. he could’ve learned tagalog, his mother’s recipes, been more of a link to home for her or made her married life easier. no matter the regional meets, ap classes, tutorings, or praise from candystripers, approval was a constantly moving goal-post, slipping further out of his grasp every time he looked up. 

he would never bring back the life and honor his father was supposed to have. he would never be satisfying or around enough to make up for the fact that he was his mother’s entire (else-wise controlled and restricted) world. 

in ninth-grade, just before he was old enough for the doctors to squint, he managed to lie his way into an adderall prescription. he’d thought he’d been getting better at lying, and this proved it’s usefulness as a skill. if his responsibilities were an ever-growing mountain, this helped keep his feet moving forward. because it wasn’t about him, it was never about him, it still wasn’t enough. allen hounded him about colleges, about enlisting, about how he needed to enlist before college and look good and get stronger for enlistment and quit with the pussy shit — benji was out of the house more, keeping up with the demands, partying on weekends to blow off steam, and letting allen believe he was just participating in some good boys will be boys-hood. meanwhile maria slipped into longer depressive states with him gone, thinking of him being that way not just for the day, or the weekend, but for months or years at a time. 

he couldn’t win. it was never enough. it was a tug of war that won him screaming or crying no matter which side, and come graduation, he stopping lying. he announced his post-school plans: nothing. he would be doing nothing, staying in gravewood, getting a shitty, emasculating job, and simply calling it fucking quits. he was tired. his nervous system was frazzled. he just wanted to fucking sleep in for once. so he did just that. 

he quit the meds, but he’s kept the stash, just in case his brain gets too quiet, just in case they prove good for trading. he moved out, obviously, using his grandparents’ trust fund to pay for the security deposit and his first furnishings, and managed his new independence...poorly. he got a gig at the resort, where he could be charming, late, and wear his own clothes, to supplement rent — and because he wasn’t good at being in an empty house all the time anyway. 

wanted connections! 

good god, my brain is fried after all that, coming soon?? maybe i’ll just put established connections here one day?? but for NOW... 

BIO

Austin James was born to a single mom, on a strangely cold March day. His dad had never been in the picture- some big shot business man that visited Seattle a lot. A married businessman, as Austin’s mom found out. Austin never grew up with a lot of family- most of his mom’s family cut them off when they found out his father was married. However, he had a happy childhood, never feeling like they missed out on much. Sure, he didn’t have name brand cereal until he was 18, but fruity flakes were almost the same as fruit loops.

Austin was 9 when he was first exposed to the Dollmaker. He knew that his Mom had a tendency to follow a lot of the news from Gravewood- it wasn’t surprising, but the news of a serial killer in such a small town was. They stayed up all night that night- eating fruity flakes and consuming every detail about the crimes.

This lead to his obsession with true crime. Austin consumed every book he could find about it- naturally spending long hours in the library when his Mom was running late (Which was pretty much all the time).

It was pretty obvious as he worked to graduation, that Austin was going to study something related to true crime. He’d always been entranced trying to figure out why they did it- why did the Dollmaker kill seven women? Why did he dress them like that?

One of his favorite teachers suggested he study psychology, and off Austin went. The university of Louisville called his name, and with a specialization in forensics, he flew through a degree. He couldn’t let go of his obsession, though, and when he spotted flyers around campus describing the new Black Bear Ski Lodge.