#castle.intro

*   ╰    marilyn lima , little red riding hood .    ╱     welcome  to  castle  rock , RED . you’ve  just  blown  out  NINETEEN  candles  on  your  most  recent  birthday  cake , and  rumour  has  it  that  you  had  your  last  birthday  in  A  HOUSE  IN  THE  FOREST . now  ,  you  can  be  found  loitering  around  THE  CORN  FIELDS  . why  did  you  leave  there  again  ? was  it  something  to  do  with  THE  ANIMAL  WHO  STOLE  YOUR  HEART  FROM  ITS  HOME   ?   regardless , we’re  glad  to  have  you  .  i  hope  that  FOOLHARDY , INQUISITORIAL , TENACIOUS  &  PHILANTHROPIC  behaviour  of  yours  doesn’t  cause  too  much  trouble  here  …   it’s  funny ,  you  remind  me  of  THE  MOTTLED  SKIN  OF  A  PORCELAIN  GIRL,  CRIMSON  STAINED  AXE  HEAD  WORN  BY  A  TWO  MAN  WAR,  TEETH  TOO  SMALL  TO  EAT  YOU  WITH  BUT  SHARP  ENOUGH  TO  TEAR,  VELVET  CLOAK  OF  A  BYGONE  INNOCENCE,  THE  WEIGHT  OF  A  THOUSAND  HOPES  UPON  THE  MOST  DELICATE  SHOULDERS . perhaps  i’m  going  mad  .    ╱     cis  female  ,  she/her  .     +     written  by  jaz  , 23 , she/her , gmt .

trigger  warnings  :  violence, death, blood.

red grew up in the forest, in her mother’s small cottage, for most of her life. they had an idyllic lifestyle not bound by the constraints of normal society. there weren’t bills to pay, there weren’t taxes to deal with, nor were there hours to work at some job her mother hated. it was just the two of them besides red’s grandmother, after red’s father had disappeared into the woods when she was a mere baby, and that’s how it stayed.

her grandmother, of course, lived down a long winding path away from them. not far, but far enough that it was a decent ten minute walk. red adored her grandmother. they spent countless hours together, with the elder teaching red everything from knitting, to gardening, to wood chopping. her grandmother always stressed one rule, however: stay out of the woods. for the woods were full of something dark and dangerous. not spirits, no... just energy. death. decay. destruction. and so, when red was just a little girl who loved her mama and her ma, she did as she was told.

but it didn’t take long for her to find her fire. spirit passed on to her from her father lit up in her belly and soon red found herself wishing for more. she loved her life, found this miniature peace forever relaxing, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t long for the outside world. the world further down the dirt path. but as she knew, her life was good. she was loved deeply and strongly, the bond of the three women unbreakable, displayed by the hand me down, plush, red cloak that red would now wear.

the worst day of red’s life started out like any other. her mother, with a freshly baked batch of goods, only this time with a selection of cured meats also, sent her on her way to her grandmother’s, the same warning as always ringing through the home: stay out of the woods! and so, red did. but halfway through her journey something seemed off. the air was thick, copper seemed to coat the trees, and a low growl followed no matter which way she whipped her head. 

the wolf appeared, fur thick as midnight and eyes as hollow as death itself. he requested just a taste, just a bite, of what red had in the basket, but she refused, explaining where she was going. rather than attacking, as she had assumed, he seemed to understand, seemed to respect her wishes, suggesting to red instead that she should pick some flowers for her grandmother, that he was sorry for wasting her time. he skulked off into the shadows and the young girl, naively, took his advice.

she showed up to her grandmother’s only two minutes later than usual, but it had been enough, for when she walked into her grandmother’s room, a ghastly sight greeted her. the wolf, dressed up in her grandmother’s robes, desperate to hide his beastly frame. she bided her time, acted as if she were stupid, plied him with a silly rhyme before pulling an axe from her basket and catching him in his shoulder. he viciously yelped, weakened from straying too far from the dark confines of the forest, and quickly retreated, but not before telling red something miserable.

‘ you will never see your grandmother again. ’

the girl desperately searched the rest of the home but only blood found her. she never did find her grandmother, never found a clue as to where she had gone besides the hidden violence, but she was never the same.

red spent the next four years honing her skills. her tracking, swordplay, blacksmithery, anything you could think of to help her track down that awful beast, she was doing it. she became an expert and as she sought out people to help her, she discovered a village twenty minutes walk from her and her mother’s home. they, too, were a simple people, and red brought to them something they had never seen before; hope. she was dangerous and lithe, she sought out missing children stolen by evil witches, stopped the men with the dangerous instruments luring the children from their homes, and discovered her fair share of true evils. to call her a private investigator of sorts would’ve been silly. but maybe that’s what she’d become.

she willingly moved to castle rock to follow up on a lead but also to continue helping those who need it. the corn fields, in particular, remind her horrendously of the woods back home and all of their decrepit tricks. she plans on bringing everyone’s loved ones back, one way or another, in hopes that no one suffers her fate.

personality.

foolhardy     :     if red is anything, it’s reckless. she began exploring after her grandmother died despite knowing the wolf could’ve still been lurking. she will follow a lead no matter where it goes, and won’t give it up until she reaches the end. her boldness has gotten her into trouble more than a few times, but she’s learned well enough how to get herself out of an awful situation.

inquisitorial     :     she’s nosy. oh my god, she’s a nosy little rat. if red isn’t in your business, do you even exist? she has this innate desperation to know everything about everyone, but the other side of this is that she’s always a good person to talk to about your hobbies or issues, because she just loves hearing all about it. so yeah, it might be annoying having this pint sized midget up in your business all the time, but she’s also an a+ listener, plus the stories you’ll hear from her about the countless mysteries she’s always chasing are one in a million.

tenacious     :     what’s a young investigator without a bit of tenacity? if red sniffs something out, she won’t let it go, and that doesn’t just mean her cases. if she knows something’s wrong, if she has something she cares about, if you try and prove her wrong, red will defend it all, follow it all, or investigate it all until she’s blue in the face.

philanthropic     :     red has successfully found a whole lot of missing kids that would’ve been left otherwise, and she does this, and all her other actions, from the kindness of her heart. all of her spare money goes to those in need, and if she’s not at her usual spot or at home, she’s more than likely volunteering somewhere, helping someone with something. red doesn’t know selfishness, her family taught her that.

tidbits.

like i’ve mentioned, red’s kinda . . . a private investigator? sort of? for all the very dark goings on. because of her small frame, her adeptness with knives, her tracking, etcetera, she’s really the best bet at finding someone and has had her fair share of run ins with ghoulish beasts back in her home land. but yeah! she’s sort of well known, probably known as “that kid who won’t leave well enough alone” but you know, she’s trying.

still has her cloak but no longer wears it. it’s really the only thing of her grandmother’s she’s brought with her to this new world, and she’s be distraught if something happened to it.

˚     ◟      ›      𝒾.      statistics          .

full     name:     rose     lydia     tyler     .

nicknames,     aliases:     

dame     rose     of     the     powell     estate     .

bad     wolf     .

age:     twenty     -     two     .

date     of     birth:     april     tenth     .

place     of     birth:     london     ,     england     .

nationality:     british     .

occupation:     currently     unemployed     .

sexual     &     romantic     orientation:     pansexual     ,     panromantic     .

gender     identity:     cis     female     ,     she/her     .

hogwarts     house:     gryffindor     .

˚     ◟     ›      𝒾𝒾.      aftermath          .

a     scream     to     be     remembered     ;     a     scream     felt     deep     ,     deep     in     the     heartstrings     which     it     promptly     snapped     ,     a     scream     rivalled     only     by     its     compatriot     .     there’s     a     still     comfort     you     feel     despite     it     all     ,     knowing     that     death     is     inevitable     /     death     is     moments     away     until     pete     fucking     tyler     wraps     his     arms     around     you     and     drags     you     back     through     a     parallel     fucking     universe     ,     and     it     all     goes     painfully     white     and     black     and     he’s     not     there     .     fists     pound     against     a     void     you     were     sure     you     were     going     to     meet     ,     a     wailing     wretched     thing     slumped     against     a     wall     (     and     you     can     almost     feel     the     warmth     of     his     hand     ,     his     cheek     ;     chase     it     with     your     own     when     your     sobbing     ceases     )     ---     you     never     thought     you’d     be     separated     .

you     don’t     know     yourself     without     the     doctor     .     every     day     since     you     were     nineteen     ,     you’ve     been     attached     to     his     side     /     through     thick     and     thin     ,     a     regeneration     after     which     you     nearly     walked     away     ,     so     many     threats     of     impending     death     and     still     impish     smiles     and     utterances     of     ‘     allons  -  y     ’     are     followed     .     to     be     without     someone     you     loved     so     deeply     ,     it     stings     like     nothing     else     ---     except     it     doesn’t     sting     ,     it     sears     and     it     burns     and     it     doesn’t     stop     until     you     hear     the     familiar     ,     comforting     whir     of     the     tardis     and     chase     it     all     the     way     to     norway     .     one     last     chance     to     say     i     love     you     ,     and     you     don’t     even     hear     the     reciprocal     before     a     burning     sun     separates     you     again     .

giving     up     isn’t     your     nature     ,     though     ,     never     was     and     never     will     be     /     the     unstoppable     rose     tyler     ,     the     indomitable     .     you     start     work     ,     quiet     and     slow     ,     on     a     dimension     cannon     because     you’re     fucked     if     you’re     not     going     to     see     him     again     !     but     the     thing     is     ,     the     world     doesn’t     revolve     around     you     ;     it     revolves     around     donna     noble     ,     and     you     work     yourself     into     her     life     ,     protect     her     ,     tell     her     that     the     bad     wolf’s     coming     back     ,     baby     ,     and     you’re     not     just     rose     tyler     ,     you’re     rose     tyler     ,     defender     of     the     entire     bloody     universe     .    

and     darling     girl     ,     you     wish     you     knew     how     to     find     him     /     wish     you     knew     how     to     get     back     to     the     one     person     you’ve     ever     loved     ,     truly     loved     ---     to     get     back     to     the     stars     you     called     home     !     you     needn’t     try     so     hard     .

and     you     think     you’re     happy     with     your     meta     -     crisis     doctor     ,     so     human     and     wonderful     and     painstakingly     real     until     you     feel     it     ,     that     wonderful     buzz     of     the     tardis     but     it’s     not     a     musical     hum     ,     it’s     a     desperate     yowl     .     your     doctor     ,     your     tardis     ,     your     world     is     in     crisis     again     (     how     has     he     stayed     out     of     it     since     you     left     ?     )     and     once     again     ,     defender     of     the     known     universes     is     called     to     action     .

the way i am playing wendy is very close to canon (mostly book but some aspects bulled from the movie), apart from her dying of lung cancer ok.

as wendy was growing up, she had a little sister & the pair were raised by a single mother. when wendy was 14 her younger sister died, after wendy fell asleep driving her home from a friend’s house. this is something her mother always blamed her for. she is constantly fighting with her mom, to this day!!

she married jack torrance at a young age, subconsciously just because her mother hated him. she thought she loved him but even through now wendy hasn’t felt true, romantic all-encompassing love. not towards her, nor for someone else

so no one was surprised when wendy grew very depressed a few years into the marriage. it got worse after she had her son, danny. especially when he started to get into trances, pass out, and talk about a disturbing imaginary friend who lived in his mouth.

her relationship with jack was super rocky. his alcoholism irked her & he was very demanding, but wendy was far from perfect too. she didn’t trust him with their son & nagged at him a lot but ultimately took care of him.

that is because she is & has always been super traditional & obedient, the perfect housewife in the eyes of many.

so when jack got an opportunity to spend the winter at the overlook hotel in the rocky mountains, wendy was excited for the fresh start & new scenery. and the hotel was huge & beautiful. that helped.

but as well all know it didn’t stay great. her son’s condition worsened & her husband SNAPPED---she narrowly escaped with danny by knocking jack out with a baseball bat after he swore to kill her & went after wendy w/ an axe.

when all is said and done, wendy is now living in a small apartment recently moved to maine. she is alone her mother has died, her son is off the rails, and she is haunted by the horrific events that took place with the death of her sister, as well as in the overlook hotel that cost her her marriage and almost her life.

welcome to castle rock,  robert ‘robin’ arryn.    you’ve just blown out twenty candles on your most recent birthday cake,  and rumour has it that you had your last birthday in the eyrie.    now,  you can be found loitering around the overlook.    why did you leave there again?    was it something to do with your overzelous mother telling you it’s time to go home?    regardless,  we’re glad to have you.    i hope that  thin-skinned,  entitled,  naive  and  insightful  behaviour of yours doesn’t cause too much trouble here...    it’s funny,  you remind me of  big and thick blankets,  scalding soup,  dark circles from unslept nights,  handmade wool sweaters   &   tear-filled eyes.  perhaps i’m going mad.

TRIGGER WARNING:      MISCARRIAGE,    PARENTAL ABUSE,    MUNCHAUSEN SYNDROME  !

robin’s mother,  lysa,  lost seven children before birthing him,  five during pregnancy and two stillborn.    his pregnancy was also rough,  as his father died six months in.

robert was also born with an anomaly;    otherwise healthy and common,  the boy held a vagina instead of a penis.    the doctors made sure lysa understood it wasn’t something major and that wouldn’t affect the boy’s health at all,  but they would have to keep an eye on it.    because of it,  little robert was already going to the hospital constantly pretty early on his life.

that made it easier for lysa to pretend he had heart and lung problems,  even more with the help of corrupt doctors that were eager to accept money from her husband’s death.    growing up,  robin learned that his health was way more fragile than it actually was.

robin was homeschooled, of course, by some man his manipulative stepfather petyr baelish arranged.    he was taught only what lysa wanted him to learn,  one more way she found to manipulate into never wrongdoing her.

because of so much abuse,  robin struggled heavily with depression and anxiety.    at nineteen years old,  he had his first   ( and, curiously, his only )   anxiety attack;    but,  since he was never diagnosed with any mental illness and believed his heart was far too weak,  he was sure he was having a heart attack.

he woke up on his big,  empty house’s living room floor,  right beside his mother,  who,  later he would learn,  had an actual heart attack.    feeling like a monster for not shedding one tear,  he got up and went to take a shower.

so  we  all  know  rosalie  hale  !

i’m  not  gonna  waste  my  time  writing  her  whole  backstory  ,  just  gonna  state  what  i’m  gonna  change  about  her !

so  rose  comes  off  as  extremely  rude  &  bitchy  ,  but  in  all  reality  ,  she  is  just  unhappy  with  her  lack  of  choice  towards  her  vampireism  ,  also  with  her  past  ,  she  is  mostly  focusing  on  herself

she  is  very  protective  of  her  family  ,  she  will  happily  hurt  anyone  that  tries  to  hurt  the  cullen  family  ,  this  is  why  she  was  so  distant  &  unhappy  with  bella  joining  the  family  when  she  was  a  human.

rose  has  struggled  with  her  vegetarian  diet  on  multiple  occasions  ,  she  has  gone  off  the  rails  a  few  times  ,  &  she  is  an  incredibly  dangerous  vampire  when  shes  on  a  human  diet 

she  does  not  have  any  gifts  ,  like  many  of  her  siblings  ,  she  doesn’t  hate  them  for  this  but  it  causes  her  to  feel  quite  self-conscious  when  it  comes  to  a  battle

she  is  not  healed  from  her  sexual  assault

emmett  was  an  exception  ,  prior  to  him  she  wanted  nothing  to  do  with  love  ever  again.  she  blamed  herself  ,  refused  to  talk  about  it  &  simply  just  murdered  every  male  that  was  associated  with  the  assault  that  night

although  she  is  thankful  that  carlisle  saved  her  ,  a  part  of  her  does  wish  she  didn’t  have  to  remember  the  past  &  that  she  had  died  on  that  street 

Steve grew up rich, he grew up privileged and was given everything he wanted at a moments notice. He never wanted for anything, he was spoiled, and Steve knew that very well. Compared to his friends, to the rest of Hawkins almost he was much better off then they were.

 One thing he never really had were his parents or their affection. He was very young when they first started leaving him with babysitters or even by himself. They were busy people who he didn’t think ever even wanted a child. They made Christmas and birthdays great with presents, but he never really had the ‘family’ time of those holidays. They were always hands-off parents, buy his love kind of parents.

 School was hard for Steve but he was always popular, attractive and good at sports. Because of these he passed his classes, sometimes with the help of teachers bumping up his grades. It took him a long time to even care about his grades. He was just better at other things; he was passing so it didn’t matter what really happened.

 Admittedly Steve was a bit of a bully as a teenager. In his mind he was better than everyone else. He was more attractive, better at sports, he was rich. In his mind he had everything he could want. He got used to not having parents around so he filled that empty space with parties, with hook ups, with anything that could make him feel something.

 For almost as long as he could remember there was the strange Hawkins Lab on the outskirts of town. He didn’t care about what happened there, it had nothing to do with him, he didn’t care about conspiracy theories or anything like that, it was just some dumb building that they did science in. Until it wasn’t.

Will Byers went missing, his eventual ex-girlfriends brother and his friends started acting weird. Then she started acting weird. Steve wasn’t sure what was happening until he was shoved face first in the line of a monster. 

 After that situation things changed for him, he had someone who cared for him, he ended up having people who depended on him, even if they didn’t want to admit it. He started trying to focus on school and trying to fight the monsters that now lived in the forest outside of Hawkins.

 There wasn’t ever any getting rid of the monsters, the human ones or the actual monster kind. All they could do in Hawkins was fight them. Try to keep their friends and themselves alive. Silent saviors of the world.

 After graduation he tried to move on from that, his parents suddenly deciding that they cared about what he did. He was cut off from his inheritance until he was able to keep a job, because he didn’t get into any colleges. It was time for him to become an adult in their eyes.

The idea that he could be normal with that was shut down by literal Russian spies. He was put in the path of monsters and human monsters. This time the defeat was harder. They lost people, this time. People left when it was over. Steve decided he needed to leave to.

Steve wasn’t alone long, when Castle Rock called to him, it apparently called to others too. He hasn’t seen the kids for a while but he’s beyond happy to be seeing them and everyone else he knew again. 

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He’s bisexual, as I said with Stan idk what a straight character is.

Vain boy. No matter how old he looks he cares about how he looks. He’s always going to be vain because he knows he looks good and that’s what matters to him. 

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓

name: edward frank kaspbrak

nicknames: eddie, eds, wheezy

age: 21

birthday: september 3

sign: virgo

hometown: derry, maine

job: grocery store clerk

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

hair: brown

eyes: brown

height: 5'10"

build: slim

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒

+ observant, loquacious, intelligent, cautious, empathetic, loyal, expressive. - neurotic, stubborn, judgemental, petty, anxious, cowardly.

𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐒

- the first five years of eddie’s life were surprisingly normal. yes, in fact, his mother hadn’t always been a controlling, manipulative, dictator. if you were to look at eddie’s family, after his birth, his mother & father were your average american parents. but, it only took an unlucky series of events to make their happiness fall apart.

- on eddie’s fourth birthday, his father was diagnosed with stage four lung cancer. by the time his fifth birthday rolled around, he was dead. it was only a month later when eddie got sick. bronchitis, the doctor said, likely caught from one of the kids in his class. eddie was a generous boy, didn’t have a problem with sharing his lunch with friends. & this was what it got him. a sickness made his lungs WEAKER with every cough & kept him bedridden. perhaps it was too similar to the way her husband sounded near the end of his life. whatever the reason, sonia kaspbrak was sent into hysterics & vowed to find ANY reason to keep her son from the dangers of catching so much as a cold.

- he recovered, of course, but it didn’t stop his mother’s worry. no, suddenly he was being taken to the hospital every week & seemed to always be sent home with a new affliction. asthma, nut allergies, croup, ear infections, skin rashes, bacterial sinusitis. his list of prescriptions became so long, that he was soon given his first fanny pack to carry them all.

- school was his only escape, but his mother’s strict guidelines managed to find him there as well. if his fanny pack, & the scheduled times he took his medicine, hadn’t given it away; a long list of his allergies & activities he couldn’t be included in made his reputation as a ‘fragile boy’ clear to many. it also made it harder to make friends, but his mother’s protectiveness hadn’t scared everyone away. 

- his first friend had been bill, best friends long before the losers club had formed & from a good enough family for him to spend time with outside of school. though, even if sonia had said no, eddie would’ve gone out on his own. desperate to fit in & impress his new friend. after all, his mother’s short leash could only hold him for so long. 

- through bill came the connections to the rest of his friends. stan uris, a jewish boy who, much like with bill, he watched with silent admiration. then, richie tozier; a trashmouth whose filthy jokes & strange voices always seemed to earn eddie’s attention. anyone who paid attention could say they were a strange duo, always bickering & yet so close. all of them were. but that summer was when things all changed. the four of them had celebrated the coming of summer with optimism, despite the disappearance of bill’s brother & a rising number of other children. honestly, eddie had been surprised his mother let him out -- but he wasn’t complaining. 

- ben, beverly, & mike. when those three joined the rest of the group, they became a whole. it should’ve been the summer of their dreams, full of long-lasting childhood bliss. in the end, it was long lasting. one broken arm & showdown in the sewers later, the whole experience changed eddie in a way he can’t ever describe. 

- when he decided to stand by his friends & help them, eddie felt liberated from his mother. but, old habits die hard & it wasn’t long after returning home that a slew of apologies were flying from the boy’s mouth. 

- with the evil defeated, life returns to being somewhat normal. after all, they’re just kids. barely scratched the surface of life & there’s still the awkwardness of growing up. but, you’re not going through it alone; seven people bonded for life, come hell or high water. at least, until they all start making plans. plans to get far away from this little town. but they’ll keep in touch. right ?

- at 18, by some miracle, he’d gathered the courage to leave. despite his mother’s begging, telling him they could move somewhere else together, he’d had enough. perhaps, it was the years of being called a ‘bad son’ for simply wanting to go OUTSIDE, how easily she’d bring out those crocodile tears, being asked why HE was doing this to HER, or the medication & diagnoses that she constantly shoved down his throat. whatever the reason, bags are packed -- a string of apologies & then he’s gone. headed for anywhere in a beaten down tin-can that he barely knows how to drive. then his car breaks down, in a town called castle rock, & eddie knows his mother will never look for him here. he doesn’t get far, but it’s far enough. he uses saved up money to rent a shitty room & gets a job at the local grocer. his long-time goal is to pay his way through school, maybe start up some sort of business, but, he isn’t sure; not even three years later.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

*   ╰    alexa  demie , jennifer’s body .    ╱     welcome  to  castle  rock , JENNIFER CHECK . you’ve  just  blown  out  TWENTY  candles  on  your  most  recent  birthday  cake , and  rumour  has  it  that  you  had  your  last  birthday  in  DEVIL’S  KETTLE,  MINNESOTA . now  ,  you  can  be  found  loitering  around  THE  FIREHOUSE  . why  did  you  leave  there  again  ? was  it  something  to  do  with  THE  INABILITY  TO  SATIATE  THAT  UNHOLY  APPETITE   ?   regardless , we’re  glad  to  have  you  .  i  hope  that  NARCISSISTIC , AVARICIOUS , SANGUINARY  &  AMOROUS  behaviour  of  yours  doesn’t  cause  too  much  trouble  here  …   it’s  funny ,  you  remind  me  of  A  COPPER  COATING  OF  A  COCONUT  LIP  GLOSS,  HONEYED  GIGGLES  SLIPPING  OUT  FROM  BETWEEN  VIOLENT  MURMURS,  RAVEN  LOCKS  FRAMING  A  SACCHARINE  STARE,  A  NOT  SO  ACCIDENTAL  GLIMPSE  AT  WHAT  LIES  BENEATH,  THE  PLAYFUL  NATURE  OF  A  CHEER  UNIFORM . perhaps  i’m  going  mad  .    ╱     cis  female  ,  she/her  .     +     written  by  jaz  , 23 , she/her , gmt .

trigger  warnings  :  violence, death, blood, sexual themes, murder.

this’ll be a lot shorter than red’s because all of the movie is canon for jen’s background ! but for those who haven’t seen it, i’ll write a little description below. (it’s not gonna be great ..  ..  don’t judge me ok)

jennifer tried hooking up with an idiot in a band one night only to find they instead intended to sacrifice her to satan in exchange for musical success. they got hold of her after the bar they were all in set alight, and tried the sacrifice. the sacrifice didn’t work, however, because jen wasn’t a virgin, so instead she was possessed by a succubus. she went on from that, to then eat a bunch of boys in her hometown to satiate her appetite. she eventually tried to eat her best friend needy’s boyfriend chip, but that eventually culminated in jennifer’s death at the hands of needy herself.

after that, however, jennifer awoke in castle rock hospital, a few years older, but with no more memories. what i like to imagine is that her succubus abilities allowed her to recover, but only by putting her into a deep coma. she had no desire to return to devil’s kettle, especially since it seemed people disappeared every day in her new home and no one cared, and castle rock’s strange surroundings meant her cravings were somewhat subdued. still there, and she still has to feed on young men regularly, but she can be semi satiated now by sex alone. ( mainly making this change to open her up to some more connections, but don’t be alarmed, she’s still the soul sucking she devil we all know and love )

to help herself get settled in castle rock, jennifer slept with, and promptly devoured, a man in his thirties with a fairly nice home. she took up residence not long after, before then getting herself a job at the overlook as a night time receptionist, also in hopes of upping her men devouring chances. but hey! she’s a pretty good coworker. she’s lazy as hell but she’s charismatic and charming, so the night staff always have plenty of tips to share round.

jen will develop a lot more as time goes on just because i’m starting her from pretty much the end of jennifer’s body! so yeah, not much for her right now, but we’ll see what happens.

personality.

narcissistic     :     jennifer loves herself. so much. so so much. she knows she’s beautiful, believes she’s an absolute catch, and never turns down the opportunity to fix her hair. she would never lack confidence for a single moment, and that trait existed way before the succubus possessed her body. she finds it difficult to understand people who don’t have her level of confidence, and therefore isn’t very sensitive to other people who have issues with their confidence.

avaricious     :     greedy as hell, jen always wants more. whether it be more men, more wealth, more clothes, anything. she isn’t just insatiable in appetite, but in desire also, and if she can’t have everything then no one can have anything.

sanguinary     :     bloody. pretty much explains itself. jen certainly does not shy away from severely harming or killing other people. whilst her main prey is men, she’ll likely kill anyone if they got in her way.

amorous     :     beyond all of this, however, jennifer is incredibly affectionate. a very tactile human being even when she doesn’t want something, it’s not rare for someone to believe jennifer likes them a lot more than she does considering how much physical attention she loves to give. of course, this does also extend to when she does want something, which she does most of the time using her sexual prowess.

tidbits.

of course, owns a cherry red convertible. is a pretty horrendous driver most of the time, but it’s because she doesn’t really care about getting tickets or anything. pls don’t get in a car with her.

has a penchant for raw meat but disguises it by pretending she has very expensive taste. #justgirlythings this is probably more to do with the demonic part of her rather than the succubus side.