#ctshintro

hi-diddly-ho, neighborinos ! your friendly neighborhood maeby (26, she/they, mst) coming in hot and so stoked to be here ♡ i’m bringing my sweetest pea, alice ! without further ado...!

given name: alice adela alvarez nicknames: al, allie birthday: july 17th, 1997 zodiac: cancer sun, sagittarius moon, libra rising sexuality: bisexual, biromantic hometown: stars hollow, connecticut hobbies: weekly film club, baking more and more elaborate pies, being the mom friend, ice skating, drunken karaoke, getting fed up with her sourdough starter, horror movie nights favorites: white chocolate, s’mores in the winter, autumn leaves, period romances, roman holiday (1953), shades of burgundy,, old denim jackets, federico garcía lorca, every dog character inspo: ruth jamison (fried green tomatoes), rose dawson (titanic), sally albright (when harry met sally), sally owens (practical magic), ramona flowers (scott pilgrim vs the world)

BACKGROUND

(tw illness)

there is no such thing as an accident in the alvarez family. every blessing and every hardship had its purpose. like the secret to her father’s world famous sweet & sour sauce and all four of her siblings, alice was a happy surprise. there was never a dull moment in the alvarez household. a moment alone to collect your thoughts? never heard of it. their home brimmed to bursting with loved ones, thundered with voices and children's footfalls, and filled itself with unlimited love. anyone who expected anything less from the proprietor and namesake of al’s pancake world was lying to themselves.

no matter the time of day, there was always something on the stove and in the oven. if someone in town needed help, alice’s parents showed up armed with a week’s worth of food. it made sense that their kids were the ones standing up to bullies on the playground and sharing their lunches when their friends forgot theirs. but while the rest of her siblings grew into attitudes and rebellious phases, alice stayed sweet. she gained a reputation for being a do-gooder and a goody-two-shoes, but never let it bother her. much.

as hard as they tried to make it a reality, there’s no such thing as a perfect family. a loud home meant loud fights. too many teenagers in one place meant tensions ran high. a restaurant in a small town meant money troubles as far as the eye could see. if anyone could survive on love alone, it would’ve been the alvarezes. then alice’s mother got sick. with her two older siblings away at college, alice took it upon herself to be her caretaker. her father was deeply in denial, busying himself with work and the restaurant, but alice gave up everything to care for her mom.

headstrong and bullheaded as she was when things got tough, there was no convincing alice otherwise. it took everything they had to keep her from dropping out of high school. for three years, until she was twenty-one, every day was taken up by her mother’s recovery. she wouldn’t have had it any other way. and the day the color returned to her mother’s face, alice was, to this day, the happiest she’s ever been. but those crucial years were gone, her motivation to go to college and leave stars hollow gone with it. where some dreams were lost, countless others took their place; smaller, safer, but dreams nonetheless.

with her mother’s illness behind them, alice was free to let her friends drag out her to bars and brunches and bachelorette parties, which they took full advantage of, shoving years’ worth of just being young into a few months. alice saw all the things that had seemed so trivial for what they really were: an excuse to have fun. it took it being pried out of her, but she learned to let loose. do-gooder, goody-two-shoes alice alvarez was hung up for a while. the girl who replaced her danced and laughed and got into trouble and made mistakes and learned to let herself.

the woman who replaced that girl is the product of their small town. she’s had her heart broken by hometown sweethearts, she’s broken the hearts of just as many, and she keeps falling anyway. she’s a hypocrite to her friends – saying yes to everything they want, telling them to go for things, and giving advice where she has no right to – but never taking big risks herself. people have expected her to take over her father’s pancake world for so long that she sort of expects it, too. despite it all, she’s happy waiting tables, balancing the books, and trying over and over to perfect her pop’s recipes. but at the same time, a familiar thought runs through her head:

is there more to life?

WANTED CONNECTS

friends from high school

drinking buddies

roommates

a bad influence

frenemies / enemies

vacation buddies

exes in a small town

questions.

what would be your song for the 24 hour dance marathon?  why?

warren’s face sparks up in a smile, shaking his head. it seemed a little too easy. “ let’s dance by david bowie. i mean, c’mon. “ he raises his arms up as if it were obvious, as if there could never be another answer. “ under the moonlight, the serious moonlight ... what could be better than that ? “ he recalls his mother’s fondness of bowie, of the casettes and then cds she’d play on the weekends while she cleaned. it’s a memory he could stay lost in for at least 24 hours, if not more.

what book or movie influenced you as a person?

“ star wars ! “ it’s his default answer when it comes to media, brought up at any moment possible. how the original trilogy will never be touched, how the prequels are underappreciated, how the culture surrounding the franchise is now as strong as the studio producing it ... luke skywalker being his favorite halloween costume, he relates to the small-town farmer turned unexpected hero. it’s the easy answer, but also, a miracle on 34th street comes to mind. it was his family’s yearly christmas watch, and young warren would always roll his eyes. yet, as he aged, he understood the movie more each year. sometimes, when he’s down in the dirt, he imagines how a world without him may be worse off, and it always provides him a small comfort. 

what would your younger self think of you now?

he practically laughs at the question, though he doesn’t mean to. it’s a heavy one, following two easy ones. as someone who escapes into media, he never enjoyed self-reflection much. and he doesn’t enjoy this question either. “ well, i think tiny warren harris would be pleased to see we’ve achieved every kid’s childhood dream of becoming an assistant manager at a supermarket. “ behind the sarcasm, there’s the obvious answer: he wouldn’t think much of older warren. 

background. 

warren harris was born and raised in stars hollow, connecticut, as were his parents, and their parents before them. nothing was outside of the ordinary for the family of four. their home was small; still, warren and his little sister, winona, had their own bedrooms. the harrises didn’t have much, but they had enough, and they had each other. 

as the children grew, their father became more strict, and their mother became more clingy. warren aged quickly from a nerdy, earnest boy into a rebellious, snippy teenager, though he’d always hold on to his childlike qualities. there was a curiosity in him for the vices in life, drugs and drinking and smoking. it’s a phase most teenagers go through, although, warren probably never outgrew it.

straight a’s were still being brought home, and warren’s mom helped him prepare to go to a state university. while a piece of him yearned to travel out of state, he couldn’t see himself that far from his sister and mother. and so he went away to school in new britain, majoring in psychology and excited for the taste of freedom outside of his small town.

CANCER AND DEATH MENTION BEGIN. the warm, fuzzy feelings quickly dissipated with the news of his dad’s lung cancer diagnosis. for a while, warren attended his classes and planned for his future, but once the cancer spread, his mom begged him to come home. ‘just for a while,’ she asked, and warren picked up shifts at his old job at doose’s market to help provide, even just small amounts. just over two years after the diagnosis, warren’s father passed, and the family’s only son couldn’t imagine leaving his grieving mother and teenage sister behind. CANCER AND DEATH MENTION END.

that was almost 4 years ago now, and he’s been promoted to assistant manager at doose’s. the empty garage was renovated into a tiny apartment for him, just to have space away from his overbearing mom sometimes. the years went so quickly that it still surprises warren, but he’s so comfortable in his daily routine that the thought of college or moving brings a crowd of angry butterflies in his stomach. he’s self aware enough to know he’s likely depressed, that he hasn’t processed the trauma of his father’s death, but he’s so focused on those around him, a coping mechanism to soothe his self-disappointment. 

personality.

first and foremost, warren is concerned for others before himself. he feels a sense of responsibility for those around him, but his humbleness and shyness refuses to ever accept the praises he deserves. he is sensitive, caring, loyal, all qualities that make for a good friend. he’s got a sense of wit and snark he inherited from his hard-ass father, but it’s dripped in sarcasm and humor rather than anger. though introverted and shy, he still has decent people skills, outgoing when he wants, though his social battery drains rather quickly. he prefers to have a few close friends and many acquaintances. 

QUICK FACTS:

full name: juno eileen adler

date of birth: march 24, 1997

zodiac big three: aries sun, virgo moon, scorpio rising

gender & pronouns: cis woman & she/her

sexual orientation: bisexual

ethnicity: 1/4 white, 3/4 black

enneagram: 9w8

mbti: isfp

temperament: melancholic-sanguine

moral alignment: chaotic neutral

questionnaire: click here

BACKSTORY:

* fairly short as of right now... writing this at 3am to make sure it’s ready asfldjklsd i can only articulate so much !

triggers: death (car accident), stroke, alzheimer’s disease

juno didn’t know her parents for long. as any given angsty tumblr rp background would include, a fatal car accident, courtesy of swerving out of the way of a drunk driver, took place when she was five.

unlike any given angsty tumblr rp background where the parents die at the beginning, she did have a stroke of luck that did not put her in the foster system: her mother’s parents. quick to step in and take on the role of guardian, juno was nurtured beautifully. offered a stuffed bear, who would affectionately become known as ‘yubby,’ absence, while felt and painful, was not as strong as it could have been.

angsty tumblr rp background something something. at eleven years old, it seemed that her grandfather -- pop -- had been acting a bit more erratically. more forgetful, slight changes in personality, but her grandmother -- mawmaw -- assured her that it was simply old age.

whale. angsty something something. old age caught up to mawmaw, suffering a stroke when juno was thirteen that would have complications leading to death a year later... as pop’s forgetfulness and personality changes became more intense.

although he was soon unfit to take care of a child, juno did her best to mask that and, instead, took care of him. everything he did for her, she began doing for him.

it was gradual, and whether that was good or bad, she wasn’t quite sure. but at nineteen, he ran through a spell of forgetting who she was... and it was then that it was deemed time to find somewhere more suited to take him, because now she wasn’t fit to take care of him.

a hefty amount of her inheritance was spent on uprooting and moving after researching some of the best facilities. a highly lauded one was placed in a city nearby... but, god, it was expensive. thus, she checked him there and moved to a cheaper town, just a couple miles out: stars hollow.

well... it’s given her more time to practice ! and teach kids about one of her greatest passions that i never went over in this intro bc im so tired ! it’ll be edited to expand one day i prommy <3

CONNECTION IDEAS:

students ! epic bass player, bruh ! allow juno to try to educate your muse on the sick instrument that is the bass.

old friends ! while she didn’t grow up in stars hollow, she did grow up in connecticut. mayhaps a few summers spent in one town or another ? such leading into a great friendship that’s stayed throughout the years ?

roommate(s) ! you cannot live off of inheritance and music teaching money for forever...

bandmates ! joint connection with jude warren ! if i am correct, thus far only vocals/guitar (jude), guitar (arlo floyd), and bass (juno) are the swooped up instruments. ( guitar-wise, i... don’t know who plays rhythm and who plays lead... the average dynamic would suggest the vocalist plays rhythm, but- )

ex(es) ! with a rocky outlook on love, one in which she both desires and fears it, this could go a number of ways !

do you have a word or phrase you constantly overuse? “i have a big issue with attempting to say ‘no’ in an australian accent, so it will more often than not, sound like i’m saying naur.”

what’s the weirdest quality you have that people would notice only if they would pay close attention to you? “i don’t know if it can be considered a weird quality, but i tend to say random stuff to break any sort of silence.”

what impression do you think you give when someone meets you?

“ if i’m lucky, they’ll think of me as the kind of person who would bring them chicken noodle soup when they have the flu… but also the kind of person who would tell them the truth when their boyfriend is an asshole and they need to hear it. ”

what are your views on romantic relationships? do you see yourself growing old with a significant other?

“ they’re nice until they’re not. i like the part where everything is dreamy and sweet, but i hate the part where you realize you can’t stand each other’s families and don’t agree on anything that matters. it turns out, liking the same fleetwood mac album isn’t enough to base a relationship off of. but just because i haven’t found the right person, that doesn’t mean i won’t. i’m not exactly looking for them, but if they’re out there, i do hope i find them. someone who enjoys putting up with me, who will cook with me, who likes the things about myself that even i don’t like… it sounds like a dream. ”

what would your younger self think of you now?

“ my answer on this changes daily. sometimes i think she’d be proud of me for sticking around and seeing things through here, rather than leaving when i was supposed to and bailing. other times, i think she’d be disappointed that i stuck around and didn’t leave, even when things settled down. i didn’t get to do a lot of the things that she wanted to do, but i’ve also done a whole lot of things that she was too much of a scaredy-cat to try. i think she’d be excited about that. or horrified, but i’d take my chances. ”

QUICK FACTS:

full name: alan matteo bruno

date of birth: june 15th, 1993

zodiac big three: gemini sun, capricorn moon, sagittarius rising

gender & pronouns: cis man & he/him

sexual orientation: bisexual

ethnicity: spicy white

enneagram: 8w7

mbti: estp

temperament: choleric-sanguine

moral alignment: chaotic neutral

questionnaire: click here

BACKSTORY:

* fairly short as of right now... writing this at 3am to make sure it’s ready asfldjklsd i can only articulate so much !

alan was born in a small oregon town with his brother, alex ( together forming ‘al’ and ‘lex’ ). with two less-than-savory parents, alan and alex relied entirely on each other.

alan had always proved to be the more temperamental of the two boys, inheriting volatility and gaining a protective instinct. thus, more often than not, alex took on the role of the caretaker. alan would pummel anyone who said shit, alex would make sure they had something to eat... a great balance !

of course, two opposite personalities meant opposite ways of dealing with the world. alan was a natural born liar, alex was filled to the brim with honesty ; alan fled from one thing to the next, alex stuck with something until obsession overtook him. and the differences that had pulled them so close together wound up being exactly what tore them apart.

slowly, they lost each other. slowly, they lost the only person they could ever rely on. slowly, they both sunk into destructive lifestyles -- different and the same.

alan began making use of his natural talent for lying to provide quick cons and scams. identity fraud ? yep. dishonest marketing ? obviously. meat fraud ? well... he would if given the chance. 

four years ago, he stumbled upon stars hollow. and small towns were always the best marks. so he moved, got a job selling antiques ( which he lies through his teeth about, relying on the naivety and misplaced trust of small town locals ), forced some cons on the side, but... ultimately, wound up staying in for longer than the average eight months.

but dishonest, capitalistic, and everything in between... is it really for the best ?

CONNECTION IDEAS:

his twin brother ! pretty much everything that would be a need-to-know is there in the bullet points. his obsession ? you choose ! his current status ? you choose ! how long he’s been in stars hollow ? you choose ! but... so many bonus points if the character trope is stanford pines.

high and dry p1 ! he met this person at xyz, they hit it off, they had a one night stand, he left before they woke up. and they learn that the number he gave them redirects to a hotline.

high and dry p2 ! payback time. same song and dance as above, but the difference ? the number they gave him redirects to a hotline.

what do you mean it’s not butter ? someone he’s conned/scammed in the past. could go a number of ways !

a naive customer ! similar to the above. they often come into kim’s, he feeds them lies about the products, and they genuinely believe him and never think differently. 

a dog sitter ! he doesn’t trust just anyone with his possum-like mutt ‘rexy.’ but he trusts you.