#devon bostick fc

Name of the Connection: UTP, Cyrus’ two siblings and bandmates. Surname must be Faust unless they’ve legally dropped their father’s last name and are using their middle name instead like Cy.

Preferred Faceclaim: UTP, anyone of white descent and with natural dark hair--youngest must be 24-26 and oldest must be 29-31. Some suggestions are Emerson Barrett, Tom Holland, Nico Tortorella, Devon Bostick, Brigette Lundy-Paine, Barbie Ferreira, Mikey Madison, Kristen Stewart.

Description: The younger is the drummer and the oldest is the guitarist of their band, Graveyard, that started when they were teens and is now pretty successful despite the hiatus the band has been taking away from the spotlight. Cyrus and the oldest always seem to butt heads but he’s incredibly close to the youngest, pretty much best friends since they were kids. Aside from the bickering and fights between Cyrus and his older sibling, they’re a very close knit family because it’s always just been the three children and their mom, since their father abandoned them when Cyrus was only five after years of making their home a toxic environment. Anything else about them, their personality, what they’re up to now that the band isn’t currently touring and how the departure of their father has affected them is totally up to you. There’s more important info about the family and the band in Cyrus’ intro but I’m also open to plotting out more before or after you apply! Cyrus is currently twenty-eight.

MISSING PIECES:

The letter wasn’t meant for him, but for his father. A frantic request for the man to reach out to a son he never even knew he had; a son born long before himself after a brief and forgettable fling and kept secret from his father for reason unknown. Perhaps he had no right to keep the letter to himself, but hear him out: the first thing he did was research. Tracy Moore claimed that her son's name was Jordan; a name that was tough to find online outside of old news and police reports. For as long as he can remember, his family have fought tooth and nail to keep a roof over their heads, obeying the law (even with his infamous attitude) and living a fair and happy, albeit hardworking life. He’s not about to welcome some stranger with a criminal past into his life just like that, is he? He’s not an idiot.

Maybe the idea of having an older brother isn’t as intolerable as his caution might imply, but being raised on values of integrity and loyalty, he’s not willing to let just anybody intrude. Here’s the plan: find this Jordan Moore; figure out how to get some proof of his relation without uncovering the truth too soon; get to know the guy and figure out if he’s even worth their time.

Status of this character’s parents is UTP. More younger siblings welcome but would love to keep a big brother/little brother trope for him and Jordan.

Other than anything outlined, upbringing and lifestyle is also entirely UTP. Schooling, career, love life, circles... All UTP!

REQUIREMENTS:

in character.

character name / richard alexander holloway

character faceclaim / devon bostick

pronouns / he/him

sexual orientation / bisexual

journalism focus / columns (specifically reviews)

alma mater / RISD, then an associates from Miami Dade College, then University of Florida

writing sample.

Sometimes, Richard truly hated Fulton. He’d been holed up in his room for hours, staring at his computer screen. The blinking of the line indicated where he would type next felt like it was mocking him. He’d only gotten a few lines in, nowhere near where he needed to be for something due the next morning. His eyes flicked down to where his laptop displayed the time. 10:00pm. Realistically, that was a terrible time to take a break, but he couldn’t care less at that point. “Fuck it,” he murmured to himself and stood up. His legs felt too stiff and too loose all at the same time, a good indicator that he probably needed to move his body. He grabbed his jacket, his phone, a lighter, and a pack of cigarettes. Sure, he’d been sober from pills (for the most part…) for years now, and tried not to drink very often, but that didn’t mean he didn’t still have vices.

Stepping out into the cold Vermont air sent a shiver down his spine. Despite living up north for a while, he still didn’t know how to dress warm sometimes. It was good, though. It reminded him why he liked being up here, reminded him that he was far, far away from his hometown and all the trouble it had caused him. Of course, some of the worst had happened in Rhode Island, not far from where he was, but that didn’t matter. He was past that. He was working on it.

He walked just out of eyeline from any windows before he lit up his cigarette. Maybe I should stop smoking… he thought as he blew a puff out into the cold air. He watched it, half smoke half just cold breath, as it swirled up into the sky. As he smoked and shivered, he tried to clear his mind of everything. It was hard. When he got worked up, even over small things, like an assignment he didn’t know how to finish, often everything came flooding back to him. Pills, Rhode Island, Miami, his family, rehab, community college, Charles, Lennon, everything. It all swirled around in there, poking and prodding at him, begging him to lose it. He was really trying not to lose it. For as much as he often hated Fulton, he was happier there than he had ever been before. He had friends, friends who actually liked him and laughed at his jokes. He had his apprenticeship, he had nice walks around town. If he lost it again, he’d lose all of that. He’d already squandered enough chances in his life, already closed enough doors, burned enough bridges. If he ruined this, he wasn’t sure he’d ever recover.

With all that in mind, he finished his cigarette and took one last walk around the block, just to breathe in the crisp air. Then, he went back inside, back up to his room, and sat in front of his laptop again. He’d finish this assignment, even if it took him all night.

anything else.

richard’s nickname is “richie” and he’s fine with that most of the time. he hates feeling infantilized though, so if you’re in an argument and you call him richie he will freak out

he says he’s bisexual and he is but he’s got a preference for men that he just won’t fully admit

he absolutely loves pop punk and emo music, still, to this day. he cannot let his emo phase go.

richie is not close to his adoptive family except for his adoptive brother. they still talk almost every day and the only reason richie still goes home for some holidays is because of his brother. he’s practically begged his brother to just have christmas or thanksgiving at his house so they wouldn’t have to go see their parents.

he tries not to drink a lot because he worries about addictive tendencies, but he’s not completely sober