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𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  ;

while  i  can  by  keaton  henson  .

to  feel  good  by  swim  deep  .

momentary  bliss  by  gorillaz  ,  slowthai  ,  &  slaves  .

boys  don’t  cry  by  the  cure  .

tescoland  by  jamie  t .

snap  out  of  it  by  arctic  monkeys  .

how  soon  is  now  by  the  smiths  .  (  we  don’t  stan  morrissey  )

laid  by  james .

list  of  people  (  to  try  and  forget  about  )  by  tame  impala  . 

bad  contestant  by  matt  maltese  .

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬  ;

full  name  :  finley  joseph  monaghue.  nickname/s  :  fin.  age  :  twenty  -  four.  dob:  dec  5th.  zodiac:  sagittarius.  gender  &  pronouns:  cismale  &  he/him  orientation:  no  labels.  

𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲  𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲  ;

he's  barely  one  years  old  when  he’s  faced  with  his  first  goodbye .  of  course  he  doesn't  remember  it  -  the  raw  pleas  from  a  fragile  woman  bargaining  with  her  father  before  she  does  something  she'll  regret  .  he'll  never  see  or  hear  from  the  woman  again  -  but  he  likes  to  imagine  she's  somewhere  nice  ,  that  she's  happy  .  

for  sure  ,  he  is  far  more  optimistic  about  the  whole  abandonment  thing  than  his  grandfather  -  a  stern  man  that  rarely  produces  a  smile  ,  who  he  has  never  seen  crumble  (  or  at  least  finley  will  allow  him  to  believe  so  )  .  in  all  truth  ,  leonard  monaghue  was  far  past  the  age  in  which  raising  a  child  came  smoothly  .  in  fact  ,  he  barely  resembles  a  grandparent  as  it  is  -  he’s  sharp  tones  &  rough  edges  ,  and  he  certainly  didn't  have  the  patience  for  a  rambunctious  blur  of  curls  .  even  now  ,  affections  &  i  -  love  -  yous  don't  come  easy  for  the  pair  (  with  leonard  often  fondly  referring  to  finley  as  'shitbag'  )  ,  but  they  know  they're  all  each  other  has    -  and  finley  is  eternally  grateful  for  the  huge  sacrifice  his  grandad  took  just  to  give  him  the  life  he  has  now  .

ultimately  ,  family  for  finley  is  something  that  is  chosen  rather  than  a  birth  right  .  it’s  his  friends  ,  his  bandmates  ,  those  that  somehow  still  haven’t  grown  tired  of  him  .

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲   ;

finley's  aura  is  one  that  initially  appears  wholly  unapproachable  ,  but  once  he  cracks  his  killer  smile  ,  its  evident  that  he's  utterly  harmless  .    he's  quite  the  social  butterfly  -  the  kind  of  person  to  hold  up  a  queue  in  tesco  because  he  wants  to  hear  about  the  cashier’s  day  ,  or  to  have  a  long  list  of  friends  yet  still  remembering  each  and  every  birthday  .  he  loves  to  hear  about  peoples'  stories  &  dreams  ,  always  finding  inspiration  from  the  smallest  of  things  .  

he  may  have  a   major  slight  ego  issue  -  especially  when  it  comes  to  the  band  .  he  fancies  himself  a  younger  alex  turner  (  the  delusion  ...  anyway  )  ,  &  has  long  idolised  the  big  names  in  the  alternative  /  indie  music  scene  (  why  do  i  imagine  him  trying  to  pull  a  spike  island  esque  stunt  )  .  

finley's  biggest  downfall  is  his  restless  nature  .  his  mind  is  a  constant  whirlwind  of  about  a  hundred  thoughts  balled  into  one  .  he's  100%  an  insomniac  ,  &  can  be  spotted  wandering  around  the  streets  at  god  knows  what  time  in  the  morning  .  he's  awful  when  it  comes  to  jobs  -  has  probably  been  sacked  from  more  9-to-5  jobs  than  you  can  count  on  both  hands  .  in  his  view  ,  what's  the  point  of  doing  something  if  you're  not  passionate  about  it  ?  he’s  ,  unfortunately  ,  the  same  in  relationships  -  falling  in  &  out  of  love  with  worrying  ease  -  but  love  &  heartbreak  make  for  amazing  music  ,  right  ?  

i.

willow jung, jung yoobi  _  aka bibi

23.07.1997  _  twenty three

cisfemale, bisexual

korean-british, from hitheside

mechanic & motorcycle racer

friction  _  vocalist / prod. / keys

song vibes  _  joy crookes, amine, saay, leebada

ii.

she’s lived in hitheside all her life, & she likes staying here but she definitely takes road trips out on her bike to explore & see the rest of the world.

motorcycle street racer, reckless & a lil stupid. she went from fixing bikes to riding them ( & crashing them, but that’s what the fixing is for! )

better with her hands than her head, she’s definitely an act now, think later kinda girl! also not too good with her words... using them is Hard

though she’s unafraid to speak her mind, if you’re bugging her. or if you’re cool! she’s not the type to be stingy with compliments or insults, they’re just not gonna be very wordy

her stage name’s a lil tongue in cheek cheesy, but it’s also from her korean name! probably don’t call her that irl tho

she got into music bc her ex sent her a lil mixtape & she wanted to return that effort with her effort & used up all of her bad w words brain cell to do it... they didn’t work out but now she rlly likes music!

but she’s not sure if she likes it enough to deal with fame & leaving her auto repair shop? its a conflict bc music was this fun easy thing to let off steam & its gotten a bit bigger than she expected

she’s still down to win this thing though

iii.

diligence  _  greed

inexorable, adventurous, tenacious, forgiving

insensitive, competitive, reticent, uncompromising

istp, chaotic good, choleric

iv.

celeste was born with rose colored glasses. in her eyes, her parents were  SAINTS and she worshipped them. she was their angel, always getting straight a’s and proudly displaying them on the SILVER fridge. like many kids, she grew up believing that her parents were good people — who happened their way into wealth.

when celeste turned fourteen, everything made sense. her nanny — the woman who raised her — left celeste a note on the day that her parents sent her packing. her family hadn’t made their wealth at all, but instead scrounged it off of others before leaving them in the dirt.

 from that day on, celeste’s only motivation was wanting to be anything but her parents. she would sneak around the city of manhattan, finding trouble wherever she could — as long as it didn’t find her first. she started smoking cigarettes at age fifteen, the treasurer brand being her vice. because her parents used others, she used them — their money, connections, and name. 

at age fifteen, she discovered the real reason her nanny had packed her bags. the woman had been in the wrong place at the wrong time, overhearing an affair between the olivier family patriarch and his secretary. caring for celeste’s wellbeing, the woman told mrs. olivier who told her to pack her bags and go. that was the last time that celeste heard from her. she could assume that her family stopped the woman from squealing in the only way they knew how.

during her sixteenth year, her parents had her do the unforgivable task of saving her family’s wealth. the girl, not even an adult, was tasked with seducing the family’s accountant. he had felt pressure to report the olivier’s tax fraud for what it was, wanting to avoid the heat on his own back. with black lingerie and a painted visage, the girl did the deed her parents forced her to do. this wasn’t the first time her parents had coerced her into doing something of this nature, but this was the first time it she went all the way. it took everything in her not to spill tears all over his desk. that was the breaking point for celeste, now a cracked porcelain doll.

on the day that celeste turned eighteen, her parents had a singular gift for her — freedom. with their wallets open and a daughter they couldn’t get back, they let her go. the girl was now a fraction of who she was ten years prior. NUMB was the only word to describe her, seeking thrills wherever she could in order to feel something, anything. 

💥 ——— THE STATS.

FULL   NAME *    JASON YAN .

NICKNAMES *    JAE .

AGE *    TWENTY-FIVE .

DATE   OF   BIRTH *    OCTOBER   23RD   1996 .

STAR   SIGN *    SCORPIO .

HOME   TOWN *    HITHESIDE   ,   ENGLAND .

GENDER *    CIS MALE .

SEXUALITY *    BISEXUAL .

FAMILY *    YAN   CHONGKUN   (   GRANDFATHER   ,   RETIRED   JAZZ   MUSICIAN   )   &   YAN   CHIALING   -   FORMERLY   LI   (   GRANDMOTHER   ,   FLORIST ) .

OCCUPATION *   PART - TIME   HANDYMAN .

BAND  *   FRICTION .

💥 ——— THE STORY.

     jason's grandparents emigrated to england from china when they were both in their twenties. they always gush about how they did it because they were so madly in love . . . and he'd be lying if he didn't enjoy the story every time they tell it. however, being raised by his beloved grandparents wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. the boy had more questions, too.

     having never known his parents and with his grandparents not giving him much to work with, jason's history was a mystery to the young boy. he had so many questions but no answers. what of what his grandparents were telling him was fact, and what was fiction? this confusion bordered on misery, which quickly turned to anger. jason was an angry young boy between the ages of eight and ten, and he'd never tell anyone ( much less nainai or yeye ) but it all boiled down to the fact that he knew nothing about himself.

     walking through life like that wasn't the way to go, and jason realized that, if he wanted to truly thrive and not just survive, he'd have to find an outlet. the boy tried everything ( truly, he did. he played cricket, then played football, tried painting and then tried to learn different languages ) before, one day, a friend came across one of his ( what he assumed to be ) silly little scribblings, a makeshift and happenstance poem that was more anger than anything else, and told him that it was good. little did he know that it was something so small that would change his life forever.

     that little compliment lead him to put more passion and more effort into his writing. he tapped into all of his emotions -- especially the ones he didn't feel comfortable telling anyone -- and put it into his lyrics. never having fancied himself a singer, the boy tried his hand at rapping. jason understands his own limits and, perhaps, he's not the best rapper in the world but he takes the time to practice. practice makes perfect, right? ( he hopes. wow, does he hope! )

     he went it alone for a while, cutting his teeth around the hitheside underground scene. however, it soon became apparent to him that he wasn't cut out to be a solo act. jason had it figured out as far as the lyrics could go, but didn't understand the first thing about music production. he could play a very elementary guitar, but he wanted a group of likeminded artists to push him to be better, to make him want to get better. when he found the other members of friction, it was pure serendipity. they might not have been in his life for too long, but he considers them family. they see him for who he truly is and who he could be, and jason appreciates having someone other than his grandparents really and truly on his side.

     when he's not writing or thinking up new beats, he's constantly trying new things. the mix of different hobbies he'd tried created a deep desire in him to always try something new. besides, he's never thought of himself as much of a thinker, really -- he's definitely more of a doer. helping his yeye with anything the man needs is time well spent in jason's mind, but he also enjoys helping out any of the elderly men's friends who need things built but cannot do it themselves anymore. jason's always trying to keep busy because, at the root of it all, he's still wondering who he is.

💥 ——— THE WANTED CONNECTIONS

true blue wcs are coming soon, but right now i’d love

friends!

AN EX............

someone who’s constantly teasing him 

someone who thinks he’s SO pompous / someone who thinks super highly of himself

a best friend :( 

a rivAL !! ( maybe they’re both taking the botb too seriously and think that anyone in another band is automatically a foe )

zion comes from a large family of ten: their mothers, three sisters and four brothers, all adopted, with him being the second youngest. this environment definitely lended to his large personality. with so many kids, there was always constant competition for any and everything-- space, attention, the remote control. that said, their home couldn’t have been more loving. his mothers, who zion considers to be the most incredible people on earth, provided everything and more for their kids and for each other. 

he was diagnosed with adhd at a young age. his moms, by then, knew what sort of things were outside the norm for hyperactivity in kids and zion fit the bill. from as early as kindergarten, teachers would send him home with letters complaining about his inability to be still in class, outbursts during quiet time, and failure to take in simple concepts that his peers understood immediately. as he grew up, he became incredibly self conscious about this fact. for one thing, no matter how hard he tried (he tried, he tried, he tried), he was always just barely scraping by in his classes. it was a massive cause of stress and self doubt all throughout secondary school, to the point where he cried when told he’d passed and would be graduating. for another, their loud and fidgety presence wasn’t always welcome around their peers. being friendly with others was something that came naturally to zion. being friends was a whole other issue entirely. of course, he’s always had his siblings, as well as his three best friends who would later go on to be his bandmates, but for someone as extroverted as zion, they couldn’t act like it didn’t hurt to be seen as annoying (at best) by other kids his age.

zion isn’t quite sure he was really alive until the first time he played bass. with so many kids to keep track of, it helped his moms to have them engaged in activities in and out of school. for a while, zion’s thing was whatever one of his siblings was doing. football, art lessons, gymnastics (briefly), things that he did just because he’d never really given much thought as to what he liked. that much changed when one of his brothers started taking guitar lessons, so zion decided he would take guitar lessons. when asked what kind of guitar he wanted to play, not-quite-ten zion just sort of.. guessed. in this, they were incredibly lucky. from the first note he played, harsh and out of tune, he felt a joy unlike any he’d experienced before. it turned out, learning to play music traditionally wasn’t any easier for him than learning long division. he announced to his moms that he would be quitting lessons and teaching himself. and that’s what he did. in his off time, he played and played until his fingers hurt or someone told him to stop. he watched videos, listened to new music, practiced all he could until he could replicate bass lines to all of his favorite songs and then some. to this day, it remains one of his proudest accomplishments. 

when it comes to gender and sexuality, there’s a lot up in the air for zion. it wasn’t until late in his secondary school career that he even began to think about those things. they’d never been in a relationship, even now, and thought that theoretically, when they did it could very well be with anyone who was kind and made him laugh. “the gender thing”, as they called it when talking to their parents about it, didn’t come up until after graduating from university. they, of course, gave zion ample resources to help in figuring things out, but still he figured it was something he would come into in his own time. it’s not something they really acknowledge outside of their circle of family and close friends, aside from the cursory “he/they” in his social media bios.

zion’s family was more than a little well off - they had to be, to afford taking care of eight kids - which gave them a lot of freedom in life. even having moved out of the house, his parents still took care of him and his siblings. if it was what he wanted, cold stare could be his full time gig and he wouldn’t suffer for it financially. that wasn’t, of course, the case for all of his bandmates. so, zion went back to school, studied music and education. it wasn’t any easier for them than it had been in secondary school, but now they had a goal in mind, and the determination to push him the rest of the way. after graduating, they took a job as the music teacher at the local secondary school. ideally the job would have just been a way to make himself useful to society when away from the band, but the reality was so much better than he could have hoped. zion loved teaching. he loved his classroom and how he could make it a place for kids to feel safe, and welcomed, and understood, all while learning about music. it was a dream come true.

zion’s family has only continued to grow over the years as his siblings went off and had kids of their own. they’re an uncle several times over, and love their nieces and nephews to pieces. tight at their schedule might be most days, they never hesitate to break the flow of things to spend time with his family, as they’ve always been the most important thing, second not even to music

despite having enough money to shop elsewhere, zion buys most of their clothes from local thrift shops and flea markets. this is because his sense of fashion is, in a word, atrocious, and he finds the best gets there. he dresses the part of emo-kid-never-met-a-color-that-isnt-black on stage, because he figures the music should speak louder than his knee length muppet socks, but elsewhere he’s mostly a high waisted corduroy pants and bright yellow windbreakers kind of guy.