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✧ Name: Charlotte Dubois
✧ Nickname: Lottie
✧ Age: Late 20s
✧ Pronouns: she/her
✧ Nationality: French
✧ Residence: Atlantic Landing, NJ
✧ Occupation: Cashier @ Bender Records (by choice)✧ Relationship Status& Sexuality: Single & Closeted Bisexual
✧ Aesthetic: cherry flavored glossed lips, pop music junkie, iced coffee lover, late night toker, a slight shopaholic, and strawberry scented a lot of the time (or vanilla)
✧ Reputation: pretty, opinionated, harder to read than she looks,
✧ BACKGROUND ✧
🩷 Charlotte Dubois grew up with money in a way that made it feel invisible—always there, always assumed. Her parents were French, comfortably wealthy from a mix of fashion-adjacent business and old investments, the kind of people who subscribed to magazines for the photos and sent their daughter to the right schools because that’s simply what you did. She split her childhood between a spacious Paris apartment and long summers elsewhere, raised to move through nice rooms with ease. Want was never urgent. Need was theoretical. What was urgent, even then, was being interesting.
💗 Charlotte learned early that perfection was expected, but originality was optional. Her parents prized polish, not personality; success was measured by how well one blended into the correct circles. Charlotte, on the other hand, wanted edges. She wanted noise. She gravitated toward whatever felt a little too loud or too glossy or too emotional to belong in those rooms—pop music blasting through headphones during car rides, fashion choices that leaned deliberately off-script, opinions formed too quickly and held too confidently. She was never punished for it. That was the problem. Her rebellion was absorbed, softened, turned into a charming quirk. Adults smiled indulgently. Teachers made allowances. No one ever told her no in a way that mattered, and Charlotte grew up understanding that consequence was something other people carried.
🩷 By her twenties, she was excellent at beginnings. New cities, new routines, new versions of herself. She could drop into a place and make it look intentional—like she’d always meant to be there. But she was less practiced at staying. Commitment implied expectation, and expectation had a way of closing in on her. Her parents never disappeared from her life. They remained exactly where they had always been—polite voices on the phone, neatly worded emails, invitations that arrived without urgency but carried expectation all the same. They asked after her plans with a careful casualness that made it clear they were keeping score.
💗 "Charlotte, where are you headed next? Charlotte, what are you doing with your time? Charlotte, when will this turn into something real? Charlotte, Charlotte, Charlotte...."
🩷 They wanted her to be someone. Not in the sense of happiness or fulfillment, but in résumé lines and dinner-party shorthand. Charlotte understood that kind of success. She had been raised inside it. What she didn’t understand—what she struggled with—was how to decide who she was when no one else was choosing for her. And when she thought that it would be an impossible dream, Bender Records found her. She wandered in one afternoon and stayed far longer than she’d intended, thumbing through CDs, listening to half-heard arguments about what mattered and what didn’t. The place felt alive in a way the rest of the town tried not to be. It wasn’t polished. It wasn’t trying to sell an image. It just existed, stubbornly, loudly, on its own terms. For a few hours a day, the polite voices of her parents finally quiet down.
✧ HEADCANONS✧
addiction tw, drugs mention tw
✧ Has a casual relationship with coke that she insists isn’t a problem because it’s controlled, social, and infrequent—except it’s become her go-to on nights when she feels dull, restless, or too aware of herself.
✧ She likes to tell herself that she'd be okay if Bender Records every did sell out to the major corporations, that a new shopping sot would be nice, but deep down she knows she wouldn't do too good without the record store. It's become...home.
✧ She likes to tell herself that she'd be okay if Bender Records ever did sell out to the major corporations, that a new shopping spot would be nice, but deep down she knows she wouldn't do too good without the record store. It's become...home.
✧ She has a pup named Chewy. She'll never admit it out loud but she's actually secretly (very secretly) a big Star Wars fan. Han Solo <3.
or, “exactly what part of ‘opening up slowly but surely over time’ do they not understand?”
BASICS
name: bunny fletcher price / pronouns: they/them (sometimes also she/her) / gender: genderqueer / age: 24 (almost 25) / birthday: january 5, 1979 / orientation: pan / hometown: atlantic landing, nj / current residence: still atlantic landing (what can they say, it’s the perfect place) / occupation: five-year employee at bend records / label: “loner much?”
height: 6’1” / build: quietly strong (...but from what?) / hair: dark brown, naturally very curly, usually kind of a mess / eyes: green / piercings: multiple ear piercings; another one they say they just got—but no one can tell where… / tattoos: a conch shell on their right forearm; a small seahorse on their right ankle / personal style: alternative and grungy, but with bunny’s best attempt to look casually glam at the same time. band t-shirts and necklaces. lots of eyeliner.
positive traits: wickedly funny and a very quick thinker / negative traits: philosophically cynical, to a fault. obstinate beyond all belief / mbti: entj (the commander) / enneagram: 8w7 (the independent) / likes: any and all kinds of music, making a joke in dead silence, the beach / dislikes: order without a purpose, being wrong, boring television
ABOUT BUNNY
Bunny at first glance: something that was born one day from an album you’ve never heard or a book you’ve never read; “make them darker,” God must have said—“and make that darkness shine.” Necklaces of gray and black, but hoop earrings of rose gold; alternative band shirts (are they one of the Bend misfits?) with the sleeves and midriff cut off (ostentatious), but black jeans and combat boots that say, “I don’t present this way for you.” Eyeliner; bed head; a smile. People call this one The Loner, you’ll learn, but all the distance is in what’s implied. They view themself as something…other. In fact, this person in all their otherness could really do anything—could smile like that in the seediest alleyway in New Jersey—could fall from grace and be mistaken for some shooting star, jewelry gleaming, eyes keen and bright. They could have fallen from grace five minutes before you spotted them. They could do it—you get the clear, undeniable feeling—with their hands tied behind their back; but The Loner, you really must know, has been a loyal and hardworking employee of Bend Records (despite that…infinite shadow of theirs) for the past five years.
Bunny Price once you know them: the dry joke in the sincere room, the person who seems to have everything, in their life and outside of it, thought through (unlike a leader but very like an anti-hero)...and the kind of quietly faithful presence you might call “a friend” (though they insist they’re just fine without companionship, without any connection at all). All on their own, always on their own, you know that’s their way…but they’re good to you. If they were less cynical and a little more serious some of the time, you think that you could probably be a friend back.
Bunny once you really know them: one foot in the darkness and one in the comfortable ambiance of Bend Records. Still an unhappy kid with an empty heart; suddenly the cherished employee whose heart is full…and who can’t afford to make the same old mistakes. Bunny once you really know them: in turmoil, in constant, ironic need of warmth, and in love with an idea that may never become breathtaking reality—the idea that acquaintances could become friends could maybe (just maybe) become family, if one only chooses to let them in.
…And Bunny, in the eyes of truth: absolutely unchangeable, as long as they’ve made a decision properly. Whether for good or for bad…you cannot stop Bunny. Oppose them, by all means—they actually really enjoy that. (A lot.) But by any and all means, don’t think them persuadable on every issue, or a willing follower on every front, or weak in the places they’ve already made up their mind. You may be in for more than you bargained for.
Bunny’s favorite genre of music is indie rock. Their favorite band is The Cranberries, their favorite album is (a guilty pleasure) Super Trouper by ABBA, and their favorite song by far is Michael Jackson’s “Bad”.
SHORT BIOGRAPHY
Bunny Price wasn’t born the loner they purport themselves to be, but they were born lonely. The youngest of four growing up in a very small house in Atlantic Landing, Bunny was consistently overlooked. Why? …The others were overachievers. Athletes with praisable first-place finishes, scholars with spotless reports from their teachers, even young politicians with an early passion for leadership—the other Prices left Bunny somewhere far behind them. (Or at least Bunny always viewed themself as being behind them, rather than somewhere simply different.)
Being unnoticed, therefore, along with being poor, meant Bunny turned out a little rough around the edges. They found the dark side of everything they encountered and flourished there; they found their dry sense of humor in the unpredictability of fate, their alternative style in self-identification as “an alternative taste”, their guarded demeanor in the reality that life was very hard. They, by the time their senior year of high school rolled around, had found themself—an entity that needed no one and nothing, and would rather spend every moment they had becoming stronger as an individual than strong in relation to anything else. They were, in both thought and action, exactly what their classmates labeled them: The Loner.
And Bunny genuinely liked that.
At nineteen, Bunny started working at Bend Records. This…well, it would be nice to say it opened them up to the possibilities of true camaraderie, but something about the counterculture and deliberate chaos of the music scene actually reinforced a lot of the hardness Bunny had taken on in adolescence. (...Though maybe it reinforced those things, if possible, in a healthy way. For once, Bunny felt not just happy to be so different, but proud.)
And these days, Bunny will readily, gladly tell you that they don’t intend to change—ever. They want to be self-sufficient and pervasively, perpetually separate. They love coming across as “unique”—and actually turning out to be more unique than you would’ve believed. And…they don’t need you.
But something about the little community that’s begun to form within Bend Records tempts them, secretly, to reconsider…
NICKNAMES: N/A
AGE: 25.
GENDER: Cisman.
PRONOUNS: He/Him.
SEXUALITY: Bisexual.
LABEL: Jolly Green Giant
BEND RECORDS: He doesn't even work here! But somehow, he's the one getting something off the top shelf? And hey, he's not supposed to be touching that! And shit, that door's for employees only, Milo!
Milo doesn't technically work at Bend Records. In fact, he prides his drink mixing skills at Mariner's Tavern, but Bend is definitely a second home to him and he's there so often, that most just assume he does. Half the customers genuinely ask him for help, but the rest is just kind of on him. If he's gonna hang around, he might as well make himself useful!
The Stone's basement is legendary. String lights, lava lamps, posters that definitely have had beer spilled on them, a designated beer cooler. Everyone's probably crashed on the couch once or twice. Basically Eric Foreman, but if Eric Forman was cool!
Is always taking candid photos whenever he gets a chance. He's not sure he'll ever do anything with the photography thing, but it sure is a fun hobby. He keeps the negatives and prints in a shoebox under his bed. No organization necessary.
Milo's close with his dad but in the way that means they communicate solely in side hugs and task based activities together. They don't talk directly to each other, but they are always doing something: unloading kegs, fixing a loose shelf, replacing bulbs.
Always has some kind of weird bruise or scrape on him. Milo's not exactly what you'd call "graceful" when it comes to walking. Sometimes he isn't sure how he gets them, either. Anemic, maybe?
he's always been a bit delulu. randy has wanted to get out from his parent's grip and making a name for himself for as long as he could remember. his parents always told him that music wasn’t a real future, and they figured it had to be just a phase that would fade as he grew up. but he never outgrew that certain phase. he knew that it was just basically going to be him and his guitar versus the world.
when he told them he wanted to move to nyc and record after graduating high school, they told him not to bother coming back if he did. so he didn’t. but he never made it that far.
he didn’t live in a trailer at first. before that, he was taking advantage of anyone he could find, seeing if he could crash on their couch. after that didn’t work, he ended up crashing in his car. after he had found a job at bend records, he was virtually handed the trailer, with the original owner wanting it off his hands, especially with it not being able to go anywhere. he always figured it’d be temporary…but he’s still living there.
although he’ll bitch and moan that he’s way too above his job, he does like it, at least in the sense that he gets to talk shit about other people’s shitty taste in music.
he takes the whole tortured artist thing to a whole other level. he’s convinced his talent is a burden, some cruel joke from the universe that forced him to carry the weight of being a music genius. he obviously knows his talent can’t be wasted working at the store for forever (although he still hasn’t gotten his big break but don’t mention that to him)
which speaking of, underneath all the cockiness, there’s obviously a fear that he won’t make it big, and that he’s only destined to live in a rusted trailer behind the record store, and all of this talking up a big game of what he'll become will be for nothing.
he will go out of his way to say he thinks birthdays are dumb but still lowkey gets sad when no one remembers.
he unfortunately already has a reputation of being impossible to work with, which is fine with him because he knows no one’s on the same level as he is. he also doesn’t give a shit whether someone likes his music or not, he’s playing for him.
SMALL HEADCANONS:
refuses to write/play happy songs because he doesn't trust them
he will go out of his way to say he thinks birthdays are dumb but still lowkey gets sad when no one remembers
totally hasn't written a a song or two about his parents....
bought his first guitar at a pawn shop with his allowance, needless to say he didn't get an allowance again after that
WANTED CONNECTIONS:
i want all of them
ex music writing collaborator or even ex bandmate: probably ended badly with randy ruining it cause he's the #worst
unexpected friends: maybe someone who isn't a whole lot like him, i.e. not an asshole and cocky, and the two of them actually enjoy each other's company
smoking buddy: he likes to smoke and get high before he writes, cause he thinks it gets the creative juices flowing
rival of some sort/enemy: he's probably threatened by them. probably more talented than him.
ex fwb maybe?: he probably ended it once he actually started getting feelings for them because he likes to conceal and don't feel. elsa was def based on him.
i'm down for anything!! exes, friends, enemies, someone who makes of him, give me it all!!
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𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗡 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗤𝗨𝗘 𝗪𝗨, as debbie downer.
( string indents on your fingers, smoky eyeshadow, stomping around in beat up doc martens, breaking violin bows out of frustration when you make a mistake, long silences, hard stares )
♫ NOW SPINNING ... 𝑂𝑁𝐿𝑌 𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑃𝑌 𝑊𝐻𝐸𝑁 𝐼𝑇 𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑁𝑆.
𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗦.
full name. fallon dominique wu age & birthday. 25 & january 15 astrology. capricorn sun, sagittarius moon, scorpio rising sexuality. bisexual birthplace. richmond, va current residence. atlantic landing, nj traits. articulate, observant, resolute, petulant, proud, obstinate mbti. intj-a, the architect alignment. true neutral temperament. choleric references. paris geller ( gilmore girls ), wednesday addams ( the addams family ), blue sargent ( the raven cycle ), marianne sheridan ( normal people ), ray schleine ( uptown girls )
𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬.
fallon is the daughter of world class surgeons who treated their entire lives like they were in the operating room. she isn't raised with any softness, no bedtime stories or stuffed animals. they expect greatness, perfection really. she picks up the violin when she's five years old and it's the only thing her life revolves around. ( death tw ) five years later, minnie and paul are killed instantly in a car crash on their way to a medical conference. their will names juno, minnie's estranged younger sister, to be fallon's legal guardian.
so that's how it comes to be that fallon is dumped onto juno wu's front porch in new jersey. excluding the familial resemblance, juno is nothing like minnie. she sleeps in too late and swears too much and smokes cigarettes. she owns the local psychic shop, but she's hardly savvy or reliable enough to really be considered a business owner. mostly, it's kept in business by a handful of reliable employees juno had the sense to hire. but when she does deign to grace the store with her presence, she's a very talented reader.
when she turns 18, fallon gains access to the trust that her parents left her and it's a hefty sum. she taps into it to pay for college, mostly out of obligation. she studies music in new york city close to home, but, although she kept up with violin even after her parents had passed, neither her nor juno maintained the discipline that had been quite necessary to make her truly great. so, fallon graduates with what she would call a useless degree and returns to atlantic landing, to the things that are familiar and loved by her. her trust has plenty of money left in it, but the account generally stays untouched out of principle.
𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬.
fallon’s more of an acquired taste. the first impression she makes is rarely good— oftentimes she’s perceived as rude and snobbish. on a better day, she can be described as curt and politely detached. fallon doesn’t like to waste her breath so she’s matter of fact and plain-spoken, often delivering her point in a monotone voice that can make her sound more bored than she actually is— most of the time. a black cat in the sense that her body language signs are pretty subtle and can be hard to read by an untrained eye, but if you know how to read them, they're always very clear.
fallon considers herself a fairly logical person who can control her emotions; however, if she’s feeling something really intensely like anger or frustration or if she’s overstimulated, she can lash out and be quite caustic. many violin bows have faced her wrath when she’s struggling with a new piece. she still has days where she can be quite unkind, perhaps even cruel, but fallon’s an unwavering and resolute type of person which means for the most part people know where they stand with her.
𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦.
the first thing fallon's aunt, juno, does is change fallon’s last name to wu. she had never liked paul, and she’d always blamed him for sequestering minnie away from her. fallon doesn’t believe her but they’d been amicable once, maybe not close, but there’d been the occasional phone call, a few visits here and there— until she got married. juno’s not in the business of angering the dead but she’ll make an exception for paul.
juno used to own the local psychic store that’s also located on the landing, and she’d been really adamant about holding her ground against the richies but recently sold the store. fallon was very much against the idea but juno’s getting older and she can’t pay as well as the other stores that have fallen to the richies so she understood where she was coming from. she’s still really upset about it though
fallon still plays violin for herself from time to time but mostly as a way to challenge herself because she’ll pick really hard pieces that make her really frustrated when she can’t get them perfectly
cigarette smoker but only bc her aunt shares the same nasty habit and made the mistake of letting it slip that fallon’s mother used to hate it
has perfect pitch. and a pleasant singing voice although she personally loathes singing and flat out refuses to do so in front of other people
always walking around with headphones or earphones in to discourage people from talking to her. thank god this is set in the early 2000s bc she would break the mics of those tiktokers who interview random people if they came up to her
@ austenpowers: you're my favorite distraction < 3
NICKNAMES: Aus
AGE: 23.
DOB: August 25th.
GENDER: Ciswoman.
PRONOUNS: She/Her.
SEXUALITY: Queer, but in a way that she doesn't know it to herself.
SKELETON: Little Miss Perfect.
BEND RECORDS: She's not the most hip when it comes to cool music, but she's certainly a pretty face to keep around. Plus, she's pretty much the only one who understands the Bender's weird stocking system.
Her dad only listens to jazz and easy listening, so she has a bit of a weird knack for knowing it, much to the chagrin of her much more underground coworkers.
Austen started baking in middle school when she needed something she could fix. You follow a recipe and you get a result. Nowadays, it's less about the sugar and more about having something to control. It never surprises anyone that more sweets tend to enter Bend Records doors during finals week.
She started taking Ritalin as a way to keep herself awake longer to get through essays and studying. It kept her sharper and faster, until it didn't. Now whenever she skips a dose, she feels like she's completely out of sync. But, she's totally fine and she could stop whenever!
Austen has never been religious. She learned at too early an age what a fable was, but her dad always went, and it was just another tick off her box during the week. She likes the idea of it, the structure in every verse, but she doesn't quite believe in it.
She signs up for every community project: bake sales, homeless shelters, tutoring, and she's more than likely begged each other her coworkers to go with her at least once.
NICKNAMES: lo, bender.
AGE: 26.
DOB: October 20th.
GENDER: female.
PRONOUNS: she/her.
BEND RECORDS: Sloane has been helping her uncle run Bend Records since she was just a kid sorting through records. Now that he's out of town, she's got the weight of Bend Record's whole world on shoulders.
Named after the love interest from Ferris Bueller's Day Off, her mother's favorite movie.
Sloane was adopted by her uncle when she was a baby. Her mother died, and her grandmother wasn’t up to the task of raising another child. She’s been calling him Dad since she was a little girl, though she does know their true relation.
She has been left in charge of the record store while her uncle is away taking care of her grandmother. She’s been sick for about a year now, and has recently taken a turn for the worse; it’s only a matter of time until the woman passes away, and she’s been taking it harshly.
Sloane has been the manager for a couple of years, but with her Dad out of town, and a staff full of dummies, she’s floundering to keep things functional. Real estate tycoons have been scoping the shop out, asking questions about buying out the store, and generally getting their ick all over Bend Records; not to mention all the new residents who are making their disdain for the shop known. She’s worried about what it all means, and wishes somebody else were there to take care of it.
She’s basically been running Bend Records like the Navy since she was in elementary school! Sloane grew up in the record store, and has been helping her uncle since she was a kid. Some people might think she’s too young to be a manager, but a few minutes with her would be enough to make anyone realize she means business.