#ennoraintro

GENERAL INFORMATION

name: preecha norraworn chaipatana nickname: preecha type: nonlocal birthday: feb 12, 2002 (24) zodiac: aquarius gender: cismale (he/him)

PERSONAL INFORMATION

occupation: cashier/owner of market basket co-op orientation: ? relationship status: single residency:  trailer home in the outskirts habits: chewing his lip allergies: n/a spoken languages: english, thai

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

eye color: brown hair color: brown height: 6'0" dominant hand: right piercings: right and left lobes tattoos: none. distinguishing marks: scar under his right eye scent: 11 11 vanilla by lake & skye ( sea salt, star apple, vanilla, marshmallow, passionflower, amber ) faceclaim: Namping Napatsakorn Pingmuang

PSYCHOLOGIC INFORMATION

MBTI: temperament:  phlegmatic moral alignment:  chaotic neutral tropes:  the fallen celebrity, the facade, despondent, the pastiche

FAMILY INFORMATION

parents: father & mother in thailand sibling: two little sisters pet(s): n/a

PERSONALITY

A quiet and soft spoken young man, with an unassuming personality. He is not unfriendly though he is not very conversational. Almost like a blank slate or an undrawn page in a notebook waiting to be filled in, he has a look in his eye if you are perceptive enough to notice it, that suggests he is a completely different person once you hand him a pen... or in his case... a hockey stick.

UNKNOWN INFORMATION

was a prominent member of Thailand's National Ice Hockey Team as a Forward.

he has also worked as a model and acted in a few Thai TV drama series.

was in a relationship with a famous Thai Pop Singer for a year but then they broke up.

everything went back to how it used to be for Preecha until incriminating photographs surfaced alleging to be of him.

at first his publicist team was handling it but soon more rumors and gossip started to spread only solidifying the initial claim. a past he didn't think would resurface finally caught up with him.

soon it was difficult for Preecha to maintain his image and once the backlash from all this bad publicity started to invade the hockey stadiums, his management team decided to drop him from the team.

without his main source of income and the cruel allegations targeting him and his family, he came to Los Angeles in an attempt to salvage what he could of a modeling career.

this was fine for a short while but soon it became increasingly difficult to find jobs for him at all.

he was struggling to send money back home to his family so his mother had to go back to selling food on the streets.

eventually he left Los Angeles and gave up everything he knew, using what little money he had to open up a small co-op in the city of Ennora, selling produce and local goods. trying to just make ends meet and maybe rebuild good karma along the way.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

well meaning manager/talent scout - trying to help preecha get modeling work in nyc but you are either constantly met with setbacks (client changing their mind last minute) or just bad jobs that wouldn't be worth it. not to mention preecha seems reluctant to accept any job you offer. might take some convincing to get him in front of a camera again.

suppliers for the co-op - can't run a co-op without merchandise and since it's community driven, needs as many as can get! you offer your wares (produce, artisan goods, crafts, etc) to fill the store.

neighbor(s) at the trailer park

KNOWN CONNECTIONS

THE PAST:

Sky didn't hear about the day he was born very often. His mother talked about it maybe twice as he was growing up. Once, when Sky was six, in a conversation to his uncle about just how terrible it had been, while he was preparing to welcome his first child into the world. And then again, when Sky was fourteen, while lecturing him about everything she had ever done for him. He knew he'd been premature, scarily so, and his mom had nearly died during the whole ordeal. A couple of times, to hear her tell it. And Sky spent the first month or two of his life in a warm box, held for brief moments of time by nurses mostly. His parents were busy elsewhere; his father "working" and his mother recovering.

That was sort of always how things were. His mother was distant, held him at arm's length, though he thought the world of her growing up. She was graceful, and strong, and while she wasn't the kindest person in the world, she taught him how to rely on himself, and he figured that was a good thing.

His father taught him...other things. The man had never held down a job for very long, unlike his own hardworking immigrant parents. He fought, often, with anyone who dared look at him the wrong way. He did have "bosses" that Sky got to meet every so often, but he never liked them. They looked at him like he was a meal, something to be devoured, and it wasn't until he was older that he realized it was because he was collateral. If his father ever screwed up with his "bosses", Sky could be taken away. It was possibly the only thing that made Sky realize his father did, in fact, love him.

Sky knew how to pick a lock by the time he was five. He knew how to climb in windows, how to identify what was expensive jewelry and what was worth basically nothing. His dad often kept him up late, running jobs with him. Sky got good at keeping watch. He distinctly remembers being six years old and spending an entire afternoon learning how to whistle, thinking it was fun and hilarious that his father was teaching him something so silly and whimsical. Only to find out the next evening that when he saw someone coming, he was to whistle loud enough for his father to hear as he and his buddy were trying to break into cars left out on the street in LA.

His mother kept everything orderly in her home. When Sky wasn't out with his father, he was on a schedule at home. She believed in church a sort of silly amount, they often went two or three times in the evenings during the week, and absolutely spent Sundays at the church. He was expected to stay quiet and obedient at all times, or he'd be punished at home, and punishments were often cruel. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner were all held at the exact same time every day, and portions were controlled. There were no seconds, and leftovers were disappointments. As a growing boy, Sky was often hungry, but he wasn't able to say anything about it to his parents.

School was difficult for him, likely as he was tired and hungry most of the time. When teachers discovered he worked harder for food rewards, they tended to get better results from him. It was information that passed to every teacher, all of them thinking it was a cute little quirk he had. Food-driven, not starved. As time went on, Sky became "average" in school. He flew under the radar, and he was happy to do so.

Flying under the radar came in handy as he entered high school, very aware of the growing feelings he had for other boys in his class. He found the locker room after soccer practice to be a stressful place, focusing more on averting his eyes than on anything else. It affected his performance for a while. Until he found someone who seemed to feel the same way, another guy on the soccer team. The two of them were the star players on the freshman team for a while, the chemistry between them on the field making them essential to winning nearly every game their freshman year.

Just a month or two before summer break, Sky invited his teammate to his house. They were already best friends, hanging out whenever they could, which was often difficult with Sky's mother's regimen she made him follow. But she was going to be out of the house, visiting a sick family member across town, and Sky sort of had ulterior motives. It didn't take long for the pair to get up to Sky's room and share their first kiss. Truth be told, it was an act that had been building for most of the school year, the two of them constantly staring at each other and just hoping and praying for a safe, secluded place where they could be alone. After the first kiss, there were many others. Shared in empty school bathrooms, once or twice in the locker room when the rest of the team had already made it to the field, that sort of thing. The two dated in secret for the remainder of their freshman year.

Sky clearly remembers the hot day in June when he brought his teammate to his house again, thinking his parents would both be out. He brought him up to his room, and before he could protest they were on his bed, making out. It was getting hot and heavy, going further than they'd ever gone before, and then his bedroom door swung open. His teammate's jeans were unbuttoned, and said teammate's hand was all the way up Sky's shirt, so there was really no way to deny what was happening. More than the hot day, Sky remembers the disgust on his mother's face. The way she screamed at them both. The tears in his teammate's eyes as he was chased from the house. He remembers the rage in her eyes when she spun on him, the names his father called him when she told him. It was only a week before school was out for the summer, but they didn't send Sky back to school.

No, they sent him somewhere else. A camp in a remote area, a four hour bus ride from his home. The bus ride was nearly silent, save for a couple of kids sobbing quietly into their hands as they rode up to the "summer camp" that was going to save them.

Sky doesn't talk about that summer very often. He came back home quieter, numb and unfeeling most of the time. He flinched away from his teammate on the first day of soccer practice. He kept to himself, wore sweaters even in the heat so he could hide himself in the back of the classrooms, became prone to daydreaming and not focusing on the lessons being taught. But he wasn't making out with boys, so his parents felt they'd done the right thing.

Any free time he had during his high school years were spent helping his father out on jobs. It kept him out of trouble, and his father figured it was a good way to get him working as soon as possible. Besides, they could use the extra income that another set of hands provided. What his father didn't expect was for Sky to graduate high school, turn eighteen, and steal as much cash as he could from his family before running away. Summers at conversion therapy disguised as "church camp" had gotten to him enough that running away just made sense.

There was nothing anyone could really do, either. The money hadn't been obtained by legal means, it wasn't like his father could go after him for it. Or maybe he could have, but he knew if he went to his criminal buddies for help then Sky likely wouldn't live through the ordeal. Another small show of love for his son.

Sky used the money to go to cosmetology school, focusing on esthetics and makeup artistry. He was good at it, nobody would ever have said otherwise. For the first time, he didn't fly under the radar, he excelled. Still quiet, observant, with an unfocused kind of unfeeling gaze that made other squirm, but excelling. A year after running away from home, he'd started his own business as a makeup artist and esthetician. He wasn't making great money, but he was doing good enough. Being in LA meant also occasionally working on some bigger projects with recognizable names, which was often fun for him.

That was how he met Preecha. To hear Sky tell it, it was love at first sight. The hockey-star-turned-failing-model was beautiful, and being able to work on him was an honor that Sky didn't take lightly. As he lightly brushed makeup onto his skin, Sky conversed and smiled in a way he hadn't done since he was fourteen years old. Before the first shoot was over, they had exchanged phone numbers, and Sky took to texting Preecha almost immediately. Text conversations turned into hanging out, which turned into dates, and finally Sky was in a relationship with a man, something he'd never dreamed he'd be able to do. It took some effort to get him comfortable with everything, to forget the summers he'd spent unlearning his "unnatural urges", but he was with Preecha for a year or so before things fell apart.

Preecha moved. And didn't want to keep up a long distance relationship. Sky tried to understand, but he struggled with it. Still, he accepted that he'd been dumped and did his absolute best to move on. Truth was, his life had seemed amazing for that time they were together, and when he was gone Sky felt that emptiness he'd been holding on to for nearly a decade come creeping back into his life. It wasn't the only thing to come creeping back, though.

His father died. Sky had mixed feelings about it all, but he attended the funeral anyway. His mother didn't even look at him, which hurt, but he wasn't sure what he'd expected. It had been five years since he'd seen her. Longer since he'd seen his father's connections in the dark world of criminal activity. But they remembered him, and they cornered him after the funeral, dragging him into a van and taking him to another location mostly just to freak him out. One of his dad's old "bosses", a man that had always looked at Sky with a hunger that gave him nightmares, let him know that his father owed him, and since the man could no longer provide it was Sky's turn.

Makeup artist by day, criminal by night. For an entire year, Sky burned the candle at both ends, but he didn't seem to care too much. He was numb again.

THE PRESENT:

One day, he decided to look up Preecha online. He couldn't stop himself; the last time he'd felt any semblance of happiness in his life had been with the other. He saw that he was running some co-op in a small town in New York, and within two hours he'd packed up the few things he needed and bought a one way bus ticket across the country. Sky told only one person where he was going before he was gone. The entire bus trip was spent researching Preecha. Where was he, exactly? What was he doing? How was he doing? Was he dating anyone? Did he have any new hobbies? Any pets? Sky needed to know it all, couldn't fathom not learning everything before he got there. He was determined to win Preecha over again.

In Ennora, he found someone renting a shitty trailer in the outskirts and he jumped on the opportunity. Then he got himself situated as a desairologist as the local mortuary. He wanted to be settled a little bit, to not seem too eager or give away the fact that he was only there for one person when he finally met up with Preecha again. For a month he watched from afar, keeping tabs on the other, never very far away.

HEADCANONS:

his father was the child of immigrants, his mother was adopted by a white upper class family in northern california; they disowned her when she married a scummy criminal so sky never met his maternal grandparents. paternal grandparents were very involved in the naming of the grandchildren, his grandmother gave him his nickname at birth.

GENERAL INFORMATION

name: rudolph lindeman nickname: rock type: local birthday: january 12, 1993 (33) zodiac: capricorn gender: cismale (he/him)

PERSONAL INFORMATION

occupation: bouncer at saint's cellar. professional light heavyweight MMA fighter. orientation: he says he's straight relationship status: dating residency:  apartment in the old mill district habits: cigarettes allergies: n/a spoken languages: english, american sign language

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

eye color: brown hair color: black height: 6'0" dominant hand: right piercings: none. tattoos: none. distinguishing marks: left pinky finger has a missing nail and is always bent scent: jo malone - cypress & grapevine faceclaim: woo do hwan

PSYCHOLOGIC INFORMATION

MBTI: temperament:  choleric tropes:  the diligent connard, lost soul, the paradox, contrarian mental health:

FAMILY INFORMATION

parents: karl & grace lindeman sibling: clay lindeman pet(s): n/a

PERSONALITY

He follows his life in a strict and regulated regime, not wanting to allow mistakes in himself. A perfectionist and an overachiever, he refuses to accept less than perfect in his daily life along with in the ring. He trains hard and follows a meticulous meal plan. Now that he must also care for his brother, he feels additional pressure on himself and how he has to live his life, feeling that he needs to do enough for the both of them by letting his brother live vicariously through himself. But because of this, he feels like he can't be entirely honest with himself and what he wants. He has a strong protective nature to those close to him and often rubs people he's not close to the wrong way.

KNOWN INFORMATION

was adopted as a baby alongside his older brother by karl and grace lindeman. karl is of german-american descent and grace is chinese-american.

he excelled in sports where his brother excelled in academics. his brother was the first one in their family to graduate from university and they were all very proud.

it seemed like his brother would be the golden child of the family, ascending to great heights until a car accident turned the tides.

for just over a year now, his brother, clay, has been in a vegetative state after that car accident put him in a coma. rock has moved clay into his apartment and acts as his caretaker.

he competes as a professional light heavy weight MMA fighter and when he's not competing, works as a bouncer at sinners.

he's a native to ennora and no longer lives with his parents but visits when he can.

he has a tendency to go non-verbal and communicates in a series of grunts or gestures and half hearted ASL when he's bored or stops caring about a conversation or gets overstimulated

WANTED CONNECTIONS

childhood friends

you've gotten yourself kicked out of sinners one too many times, there's no hard feelings between you two though, it's just business and you guys get a laugh out of it sometimes

"romantic" interest - rock is in the closet and in denial of his sexuality and so has a woman that he dates publically (taken)

personal trainer

clay's best friend - you are actually friends with his brother more but now that clay is in a vegetative state, you've befriended rock to remain close (taken)

clay's girlfriend - you were dating rock's brother and are the mother of his child (up to you age and gender, they'd be rock's niece or nephew) and stay in touch

KNOWN CONNECTIONS

physical therapist - armin sylver

childhood best friend - louis powell

clay's best friend - nate navarro

'romantic' interest - bellamy brandon

work associate - lennon miles

GENERAL INFORMATION

name: shayla morrison (shy-luh) nickname: shy type: nonlocal birthday: august 12, 2001 (27) zodiac: leo / capricorn / leo gender: transfemale (she/her)

PERSONAL INFORMATION

occupation: icu nurse orientation: tbd relationship status: single residency: downtown habits: humming songs in her head, licking her lips, combing fingers through her hair allergies: none

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

eye color: brown hair color: pink height: 5'0" dominant hand: right piercings: none tattoos: none distinguishing features: strong london "roadman" accent scent: yum boujee marshmallow by kayali (marshmallow, strawberry and coconut) faceclaim: sab zada

PSYCHOLOGIC INFORMATION

MBTI: ESFP temperament:  choleric moral alignment: chaotic evil tropes:  covetous, avaricious, supercilious, the spitfire fatal flaw:  greed greatest virtue:  diligence

FAMILY INFORMATION

tbd

PERSONALITY

she's quite the spitfire with a boundless amount of confidence. she's also highly intelligent and loves to shock people and get a rise out of them. will start arguments just for the fun of it because she loves a good debate. shouting at you in a rich roadman vocabulary is just her way of making friends and if you can't hack it then it's simply not meant to be. a sensitive person will struggle around her but she's also ferociously protective over her the ones she loves and isn't afraid to break a nail if it means having their back. she will be bluntly honest and will never talk shit behind your back because she'll just tell it straight to your face.

KNOWN INFORMATION

from Tottenham, a district in the north of London, England

lived in a shoddy little narrow flat with her parents for the majority of her life until she finished college

quite a whim, she found herself moving to NYC to follow after an online girlfriend

unfortunately for her, that relationship ended almost immediately upon her arrival

fortunately for her, she was able to just throw herself entirely into studies and let that ordeal bury itself beneath a mountain of coursework

she graduated from NYU Rory Meyers College of Nursing and got a job as an ICU Nurse

she was working at a hospital in NYC but the intensity was a bit too much for her so she moved to Ennora to work in a less intense hospital

rumors that she actually had an affair with the lead trauma surgeon that ended messy and had to transfer circulated but they're just rumors..

if you say 'ohh, my shayla' to her, she will punch you in the trachea

works 3 12's and likes to party on her days off

loves having long pretty nails when she isn't working but dutifully keeps her nails clean and short during working days

practices witchcraft

is the drummer in the band, Crimson Static

WANTED CONNECTIONS

neighbors in the same building or even potentially roommates

coworkers and associates from the hospital

you met at a bar in the city but didn't exchange names or numbers, what a surprise to find you again here

KNOWN CONNECTIONS

kaira storm - ex-online girlfriend, the one that shy moved to the US for. they never met in person and shy only knew her by her online persona which, was fake. a catfish.

calder briar - bandmates (sometimes)

diego de la cruz - bandmates

seo-jun yoon - colleagues at the hospital

TW: Fire, burns.

Armin Egbert Sylver was born and raised in Ennora until he was about 12, when he moved to New York City to pursue a professional dance career.

He was a prodigy in all kinds of dance, but contemporary dance caught his heart at a very early age. He loved telling stories with his body.

At about 16, Armin had achieved success and fame in the dancing world after winning several national and international dance competitions.

Socials weren't that big by then, but his YouTube channel had a large following, which is where he got most of his gigs from. He was a guest on TV shows and asked to appear on music videos several times during this period of time. He truly felt like he'd achieved success, but never took it for granted and constantly worked on getting better, often pushing himself through 8+ hours straight of training and rehearsals.

A couple of months before turning 19, Armin was invited to perform as the lead dancer for an opera show. It would be filmed for TV, so the production was HUGE. They had a full live orchestra, about 20 other dancers, and 5 of the biggest opera singers in the world. The stage was covered in candles, wanting to capture the classical vibe of the music style, but even though they considered the risks, they never thought it would turn into a catastrophe that would be talked about for decades after.

A cello player accidentally knocked down a couple of candles, which kick-started the tragedy like a line of dominoes. Someone's dress caught on fire, and as she ran to get help, the stage curtains were set ablaze, and it all went downhill from there.

Armin was taught that no matter what, the show had to go on, so even after the panicked screams of the woman, he figured it would all be handled off stage. It all happened so fast: the curtains lit up, and part of them fell onto the stage, right where Armin was standing; his costume was reached by the flames, and almost entirely consumed by them.

Most of the performers and attendees at the event were quickly evacuated out of the building, but some of them weren't as lucky– Armin included in that list. He was rushed to the hospital as soon as they could handle the fire, but there was enough damage already done. About 40% of his body was covered in third-degree burns.

The recovery was long and arduous, not to mention how painful it was. He was told he would be able to recover most of the elasticity and mobility of his skin, even over the grafts. Armin thought he wanted to get back into dancing. He would have a new story to tell, and the inspiration pushed him to get back to full shape.

On his comeback show, however, Armin stood in the middle of the stage, and as soon as he felt the big light over him, cold shivers moved down his spine as he broke into a full-body sweat. He doesn't remember what happened next, just that he came back to his senses on a couch in the green room, his coach holding an ice pack to the back of his neck. That was the last time Armin set foot on a stage.

He was young, barely 20 years old. The life he knew was over, but he'd found a new source of inspiration in his physical therapists, who always had the kindest words to cheer him up and push him forward. After moving back to Ennora, Armin went back to school to become a physiotherapist and, hopefully, become an inspiration to others.

He has scars all over his body. The most prominent are on his legs, so he rarely ever wears shorts. He has a few scars on his back, torso, and arms, which he says he wears proudly, but he does get slightly self-conscious about them every now and then. Another prominent scar he can't really hide is one on his neck.

He still dances when he's alone and records himself, but doesn't post them anywhere. His social media content as a dancer changed to easy exercises and physiotherapy techniques people can follow at home.

Jun didn’t know much about his conception for a long, long time.  Soo-min, his mother, never said much about his father, and Teo never knew enough to really ask about him anyway.  Junie was born twenty-five years ago, on the third of December, to a mother who believed everything happened for a reason.  Soo-min had only finished one year of secondary education, studying art, but once Junie was born she packed up the few precious belongings she had and hit the road.  She had also been raised by a single mother, and she felt confident that she’d be able to raise a child on her own.

The two left South Korea, a struggling artist and her infant, and spent a couple of years traveling around Europe.  When Jun was four, his mother fell in love with a wealthy French man and they moved to Italy as a small family of three.  Things were good for a couple of years.  They traveled from place to place, only ever returning to his home in Tuscany for a few months at a time, and Junie thought that’s what life was.  They were happy.  His mother did her art and Jun learned how to read and write in French, Korean, and Italian, though they spoke primarily Italian in the home.

Jun was intelligent from the start.  He picked things up quickly, and he was always curious about the world around him.  As soon as he was able to talk and comprehend what others were saying to him, he was asking ‘why’.  As a young child, the most enjoyable things for him were reading and singing.  At first it was just fascinating, the way singers on stages could tell a story. He was put into voice lessons early, and immediately found it was something he could be successful in.  Then it was a way to express himself, to present his experiences the way he experienced them. He remembered his first solo performance, his mother and her lover in the audience, the man’s parents there as well. They were always kind to Junie, treating him as if he were their very own flesh-and-blood grandchild. And at the time, Junie was happy.

They left Tuscany not long after that.  Soo-min and seven-year-old Jun, hand in hand, hopped into the back of a cab with only a couple of suitcases in tow.  Junie remembers watching the house disappear from the back of the cab, and he remembers being infinitely confused as to why they couldn’t stay.  His mother never said a word about that, either.  It was one of the many mysteries Jun grew up with.

They moved to the UK when Junie was nine, and lived there for a couple of years.  Never in any one place, his mother traveled frequently and took her son with her.  Jun loved it, and he never really wanted any other kind of life.  He liked seeing different places and meeting different kinds of people, and his mother seemed so happy during their travels.  Her art was incredible, and she was able to sell it wherever they went, mainly to tourists but occasionally to businesses and the occasional wealthy art aficionado.  Junie went to school a bit, but his attendance was always iffy at best.  He sang everywhere they went, though. His mother always managed to find him a teacher. Several times he was trained by world renowned voice coaches for short periods of time, and he thrived in the professional environments.  Junie never felt like he had any control over what was going on, but music was a way of wrapping his head around his world.

Eventually the pair made their way to the States.  They continued to travel, though staying near mysterious "family" Jun had never known about until they met.  He was pretty sure the man and woman weren't really his uncle and aunt, but they were kind, so he didn't care too much. Jun was able to go to school for real, and caught up quickly with his peers.  Then he surpassed them, already a grade ahead and still managing to surprise his teachers and classmates with what he could learn and do. Singing became just a hobby when he learned he was smarter than his peers; suddenly his world revolved around studying and schoolwork and all the things he could do with his brain.

Soo-min's mother moved in with them when he was fifteen. He'd never even heard of his grandmother, but they met and he fell in love with the woman immediately.  The two just clicked, and for the first time in his life Jun questioned his mother when she said they had to leave again.  Why couldn’t they stay there?  Jun could go to college in just another year and a half, and he knew his grandmother was in no health to be traveling and he didn't want to leave her.

His mother didn’t answer any of his questions.  She’d never really been great at answering the bigger questions that Jun asked.  Two days later, Soo-min was gone, and Junie was left with more questions than ever.  His grandmother couldn’t answer many of them, but reassured him that she’d also always wanted those answers.  Jun moved into his mother’s room (he'd previously been sleeping on a pull out couch), left with the job of cleaning it out.  He didn’t find answers to most of the questions he had for his mother there, either.

Jun spent a lot of time trying to adjust to life in the bronx. He went to school, excelled in his studies, and got to know his grandmother.  The first few months he got six postcards from his mother, all from different countries.  By his sixteenth birthday, Jun was receiving maybe one postcard every couple of months.  His mother was no longer in Europe, and Junie was no longer holding his breath until the woman came back. Perhaps it was the abandonment, or perhaps it was his obsession with being the best when it came to almost everything, but for a long, long time he struggled with body image issues. To this day it can be difficult for him to regulate his meals and food intake, and he’ll often come up with excuses or lies. Still, he saw many doctors and therapists to deal with it, and he does try to stay healthy.

After a while, Jun put his mother in the back of his mind, the bottom of his list of priorities.  He was busy planning for his future, because for the first time in his life he had some sort of control over what was going to happen to him. He was spending more time at school or the library than anywhere else, and several acceptances to ivy league schools

Just before Junie’s seventeenth birthday, his grandmother had a stroke.  Instead of going off to an ivy league school, Jun stuck around to take care of his grandmother.  It was difficult, his grandmother lost the majority of her motor functioning, but Junie didn’t really mind.  It was a good distraction when the postcards from his mother stopped entirely.  He eventually graduated with a perfect GPA from NYU, and could've again gone away to whatever med school he chose.  Instead, he applied for med school at NYU, a still prestigious enough medical school truly, so he could continue taking care of his grandmother.

GENERAL INFORMATION

name: elio lombardo type: nonlocal birthday: september 12, 1990 (36) zodiac: virgo/gemini/cancer gender: cismale (he/him)

PERSONAL INFORMATION

occupation: artist (medium: oil) / art forger orientation: tbd relationship status: single residency: old mill district habits: cooking food at 3am, smoking weed, drinking allergies: none

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

eye color: hazel hair color: brown height: 6'0" dominant hand: left piercings: none tattoos: none distinguishing features: none scent: press club by blocki - bergamot, clove, amber faceclaim: l.ogan lerman

PSYCHOLOGIC INFORMATION

MBTI: INTJ temperament:  melancholic moral alignment: neutral evil tropes:  quiescent raconteur, the artisan, orphic prodigy fatal flaw:  sloth greatest virtue:  charity

FAMILY INFORMATION

mother & father - deceased ludovica lombardo - 40 year old sister romeo lombardo - 17 year old brother sofia puglisi ( aka isabelle vittoria lombardo ) - cousin

PERSONALITY

he is very chilled and down to earth. one could easily call him lazy but he just says he takes his time. he's not prone to rushing and doesn't want the stress of it. he's prone to dour moods, usually affected by how creative he's feeling. he can be considered a touch on the erratic side and while he is not always the most responsible person in the room, he somehow manages to always get things done. he's generally quite average and unassuming, likely to be late almost any social occasion but just as likely to remember small details about you or your family and always has a snack available.

KNOWN INFORMATION

the lombardo family is one of the more notable mafia families within the nyc area

one of the many cousins in the lombardo family and the middle child in his direct line, it was easy enough for him to get lost or disregarded. there was always someone else doing something more important than him. something more important happening that needed more attention. he became good at disappearing in the middle of a room.

he once went a whole year without speaking a single word to anyone.

maybe if someone noticed him earlier he might not have tried it. (tw: suicide)

a few weeks in a hospital afterward and suddenly his family was paying a lot more attention to him. only he didn't want the attention and they didn't want to upset him. it's a fine line between wanting to protect someone who doesn't want the protection.

he told them he just wants to paint.

so they let him go where he wants to go. let him buy the things he wants to buy. let him paint the things he wants to paint and when they want him to paint a recently unearthed pontormo 'found' in an old manor several hundred miles away in a curious and unexpected location with a convoluted history of exchanges and acquisitions, then it has to be done with a please and a cherry on top.

he's filthy rich but he looks homeless a lot of the time, carrying himself with a casual and unimportant air.

often at family gatherings he ends up strolling in late wearing casual attire and eating cheese.

keeps erratic hours and is awake in the wee hours of the morning making homemade pasta with paint still drying in his hair.

and on march 28, 2026, his parents were killed. gas leak. the whole house went up and took out some of the neighbors with it. luckily his little brother was at school at the time. luckily his older sister was drunk on a yacht. but an explosion like that... to a family such as theirs... doesn't just happen by accident.

his older sister wanted to pull her younger siblings closer to the main family but elio decided to do the opposite and pull himself further away and took his younger brother with him.

a lot of their family has their concerns about his mental stability after the death of his parents, especially since he was already toeing the line of being unsafe to himself, but again, they don't want to push. they don't want to risk it. so they let him go where he wants to go. let him take his younger brother, only 17.

he's been living in ennora for a year but only recently has he brought his younger brother, romeo, to live with him. and maybe if they're quiet enough, they can both disappear here too.

he owns the building where the bakery Just Dough It is and lives in the apartment above with Leo Lefebvre. he does not own the business but only the building itself.

often has suicidal ideations and suffers from extreme insomnia going days without any substantial sleep.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

tbd

KNOWN CONNECTIONS

liam hernandez - friends / babysits his daughter dahlia

sofia puglisi ( aka isabelle vittoria lombardo ) - cousin

leo lefebvre - roomies / friends

ryden bolt - a family connection, through business

mark carmichael - a family connection, through business

matteo russo - friends

iggy reyes - hooked up

Her problems started when her father married into a very conservative household. He got Aria's mother pregnant when they were still teenagers and was forced into marrying her. Little by little, the conservative speech got into his head, and he became one of them.

Her parents never agreed with anything Aria was, nor what she represented. She loved everything fugly, pink, and shiny; she was great at the arts, the lead of every single school production, but nobody could get her to sit still longer than 20 minutes.

She always found refuge with her grandmother, though. She had been a radical feminist in the 60s and 70s, who always fought for women's and LGBT rights, and even kept a framed picture of Ruth Bader Ginsburg on display for everyone to see. It was a mystery how her son, Aria's dad, ended up the way he did.

When Aria became... well, Aria, at around the age of 14, her parents pretty much disowned her and kicked her out of their house. It was a tough time for her, but she knew she had a home in Ennora with her grandma, and she never looked back again. Neither of them kept in touch with Aria's parents, and it's better like that.

Aria spent her teenage years chronically online, where she found community in the arts and video games, and discovered something she excelled at: coding. It didn't take long for it to become hacking, where most of her money came from.

After a scare with the law, she decided to stop doing that– she didn't want to end up in jail. She still uses her skills when her friends need anything, but she's a lot more careful and tries to keep things on the legal side.

She always loved the entertainment industry, so she started working in different areas of the film and TV business. She's worked as a makeup artist, a costume consultant, a production designer, and lately, don't even ask her how, she found herself working as a manager for an international agency for actors.

She has a HUGE collection of rare shoes. The weirder the better. She's obsessed with jelly platforms, though, and even though she's tall as fuck already, she doesn't mind adding a few inches.

She does twitch livestreams once or twice a week, depending on her schedule, and most of the time it's at ungodly hours of the day because it's the only moment she has time.