⸝ she would lose two of her siblings in a drive by two months after her mother took off and not seen or heard for multiple years at a time . a dark and sad time for them but the beltran despite everything were strong . yet for a short period of time dani was drawn to instability and chaos . much like her brother hanging out with the wrong crowd , mostly street racing and the likes , before she realized she was becoming her parent when she came home to her younger sister crying and her father passed out in the living room .
⸝ at 16 , she was forced to become the head of the hold. dropping out of school , she enlisted in the marine . Lying about her age being 18 ( easily done when you use you oldest deceased sibling birthday and forge documents ) . to her it was the only way she could get her younger sister and brother out a bad neighborhood and support them .
⸝ she left for boot camp for the summer , telling her brother she will come back and kick his as if she comes home to a mess and if things aren't better or at least stays the same . took advantage of their benefits and moved them to her station when she graduated .
⸝ moving up ranks while making sure she provided for her siblings and making sure they graduated from high school and making sure they got their degree in whatever they wanted in collage .
⸝ life was going pretty good and finally looking like it's going their way , despite Frank still being in the picture . that is until two years ago . driving down for the week for her youngest sister's birthday SHE SAW THAT DAMN TREE AND DROVE TO TOWN NEAR SUN DOWN . almost getting killed her first night there if it wasn't for WANTED CONNECTION .
⸝ living there for two years , she choose colony house . not because she lives as if there's no tomorrow but the chaos some people bring there reminded her of HOME .
despite being in colony house , everyone knows not to touch her things . If she sees you with her favorite shirt , she make you you wash it in front of her and then give it to her .
she takes care of those that are younger than her. It's in her nature to be motherly despite her harsh and tough love .
she's very anal about organization and her space . If you are messy or make her living space messy she will feel stressed when things arenât orderly or organized & she will go off on you .
dani had a bag of a couple guns , bullets to go with them and a shot gun , she was bringing over as a favor to a friend . she keeps at the post office and cleans them to pass the time .
she likes to collect coins and quarters . ( they have no value but please give them to her )
WANTED CONNECTIONS. ⸝
the one who saved her : on her first night there , dani arrived at sun down but drove in circles two times until it got dark and those things came out , your muse heard shots and kept an eye out considering everyone saw her drive by and came to save her .
younger sibling figure : dani would take care of your muse and come to view them as a younger sibling while your muse views her as parental / older siblings .
drinking buddy : they always drinking what they presume is fridays at the bar and talk . exchange thoughts .
hooks ups : in her two years there she has hooked up with 3 people .
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taylor russell. cis woman. she/her. ⸝ i saw BIRDIE LAMBERT around THE WOODS, you know? the 25 years old that was driving from BEAUFORT, SOUTH CAROLINA when they saw the tree on the road. BIRD has been here for SIX MONTHS and i think they were A MENDER before they got stuck in the town. with the way things are now, they are struggling to maintain a sense of normalcy and seek a way out without losing themselves or dying. lets hope you at least survive the night on their own.
TELL ME / WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
full name   abilene lambert birdie faye lambert
nickname(s)Â Â Â bird, faye (birdie is reserved mostly for loved ones)
age  twenty5
gender identity   cis woman
orientation   unlabelled
place of birth   beaufort, south carolina
date of birth  august 16th
faceclaim  taylor russell
former occupation small-time mender & hitchhiker
positive traits  ardent, perceptive, resilient
negative traits  morbid, impetuous, delicate
moral alignment  chaotic good
parallels amma crellin (sharp objects), maren yearly (bones & all), india (stoker), abigail hobbs (hannibal)
current residency  the colony house
current occupation laundress for the colony house
BIOGRAPHY
tw for the following content: childhood trauma, illness & abandonment, mental illness and murder.
you do not enter this world alone, but you do happen upon it utterly starved & half dead. your sister comes first, and you follow shortly behind ⸝ with all her same parts, but worse. you emerge a novel shade of blue, witholding infant wiles because even then you knew how to wield attention to your liking if there were going to be two of you. youâve been a gaping maw since then,  devouring anything within reach simply because you could.  you gulp life as if it were something you were starved of.  in all truth,  youâve always gotten what youâve wanted,  it was only a matter of having more.
two little girls with bad heart, both still rotting from the outside in. mama says she thought the water would be good for you so your family upped and moved to the closest thing to it when they could afford it. you're still hardly a wink near the southern marshes but mama still paints the house blue to ward off those bad spirits. your dad leaves for the first time real soon after that, part of you still thinks the blue is what warded him off ⸝ that maybe it was best that mama's own superstition hadn't allowed him past the front porch.
ain't this good, bird? she'd say, fingers swept up in your never-done hair because half your childhood was spent mustering the strength to climb out of bed. just us girls. you didn't much like it, but it would stay like that for a long while. a mother-wound doing her very best to raise two little girls that had gone rotten in their own ways. you had always been a spindly little rose, Â luscious from first glance but when people were close enough to touch you they could feel that dry, Â hollowness you exude even now. Â the withering bud your ma had managed to overwater in the dry season. Â even with a pink teddy perpetually tucked beneath an arm you were still all teeth.
the liar and the thief, if competition were made between you and your sister, you were by far the finer lambert girl. even in your ailing condition your mother had mulled through you with a fine tooth comb,  ensuring that you and you alone would be the one she would pour all her efforts into. you would be doted:  the one better loved from the top shelf of maâs china cabinet  ⸝  she thought life was too abbrasive for you so you were kept tucked away.  except this love was more of a gentle taxidermy, in time you would know what it meant to keep the dead things alive.
when you are old enough you will learn that the best place to harbor things ⸝ the best place to bury a body, is within yourself. you would tell mama that it was an incident what happened to your sister, that you didn't mean to dig in the knife ⸝ to twist. but even as you had promised in the womb, she would be your wound as you would be hers. surely there were the startling differences between you as children, but you were the maw remember? your sister had taken everything from you, so when you had sat on it for just long enough, you decided that you would carve out those pieces of yourself in her & make them yours again.Â
mama couldn't stand the sight of you and for the first time in a long while, you think ⸝ let alone miss ⸝ your father. you leave in the night like he did, and you've been nothing but a whisper on the wind since. you were just a girl then but you still take that peach fuzz softness and cast it over the vile bits you.  too many teeth where they shouldnât be,  and too sharp to be just that.  in a childhood turned crime scene,  you were the rabid thing that had been tied up in the powder blue bow & now you're something much worse than you could have imagined. your sister may be dead, but she lives on in you.
â     I'VE   BEEN   STARIN'   DOWN     THE   BARREL   OF   ANOTHER   LIFE     ...     SAID   I   đ˘đŽđ´đŤđŁ'đľđ¤   đĄđ¤đ¤đ   đ   đŤđ đśđ¸đ¤đą,   WE   WOULD'VE   BEEN   đľđ¸đ˝đ´   THEN.      â
ââââââ       â       I.       ...       OR,       BASICS.
full   name:     scout   jude   vonnegut.
nickname(s): Â Â Â Â none.
age: Â Â Â Â thirty2. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
gender   identity:     demi   man.
orientation:     bisexual   biromantic.
place   of   birth:     port   isaac,   cornwall.
date   of   birth:     may   6th,   1991.          Â
former   occupation:     electrician.
three   positive   traits:     assiduous,   blithe,   equitable.
three   negative   traits:     languid,   satyric,   ornery.
moral   alignment:     chaotic   neutral.
faceclaim:     aaron   taylor   -   johnson.
ââââââ       â       II.       ...       OR,       TOWN INFO.
current   residency:     the   town.
current   occupation:     handyman.
ââââââ       â       III.       ...       OR,       HISTORY.
i.       you   can   divide   it   all,   canât   you     ?     two   categories:     the   before,   the   after.   you   shouldnât   be   able   to   remember   them   in   such   vivid   detail.   christ,   you   were   only   a   kid-
ii.       before,   part   one:     your   mother,   she   wasnât   expecting   twins.   in   truth,   she   hardly   wanted   one.   twenty   -   three   to   his   forty   -   four,   they   exist   as   a   cautionary   tale.     (     did   you   hear   about   elizabeth   lawrence     ?     shame,   she   had   such   a   promising   future.     /     loose   lizzie,   gave   it   up   for   her   poetry   professor.   ten   pounds   says   he   wasnât   the   first   one   sheâd   fucked.     /     for   a   good   time,   call   01632   960062     !     )     she,   wide   -   eyed   student   in   awe   of   her   older,   glamorous   professor     ;     he,   preening   under   the   attention   of   a   pretty   little   undergrad,   brimming   with   promise     &     the   scent   of   pink   candy   on   every   delicate   pulse point.   puerile   wonder   meets   erudite   grace,   itâs   a   hell   of   a   combination     &     it   never   ends   well.     (     you   know   her   friends   called   her   the   next   sylvia   plath     ?   well,   if   the   shoe   fits     ⌠    )     it   is   the   kind   of   tale   with   only   one   end     â     lust   turns   lukewarm,   regard   becomes   resentment.   it   takes   him   exactly   eight   months   to   realise   that   heâd   made   a   mistake     /     twelve   to   slip   into   someone   elseâs   bed     &     leave   your   motherâs   achingly   cold     /     sixteen   to   start   planning.     (     in   muted   conversation   with   his   mistress,   heâd   called   it   wiping   the   slate   clean.   just   a   shame   he   forgot   to   do   the   same   to   his   call   logs.     )  Â
iii.       before,   part   two:     she   loved   you.   she   didnât   like  a   lot     /     you   remember   her   in   expressions:   furrowed   brow,   tight   mouth,   crossed   arms.   she   was   too   young   to   have   the   kinds   of   grooves   she   did,   pressed   into   creamy   flesh   so   prematurely.   she   never   looked   happy   around   your   father.     (     he,   of   the   reputation   that   preceded   him     ⌠    him,   you   only   knew   in   passing.   he   was   always   in   his   study,   rarely   at   the   dinner   table,   never   there   for   the   moments   that   counted.   later,   you   would   look   upon   the   figure   shackled   at   the   wrists     &     hardly   recognise   him.     )     with   you,     &     your   sister     ?     she   was   the   picture   of   delight,   gilded   warmth     &     maternal   joy,   scented   like   fresh   linen.   you   can   remember   the   taste   of   sea   salt   on   cracked   lips,   a   thick   coat   from   where   the   three   of   you   would   spend   hours   dashing   meaningless   circles   in   the   sand   just   to   watch   the   tide   wash   it   all   away.   how   were   you   to   know   it   was   the   last   time   youâd   feel   that,   the   kind   of   ebullient   happiness   that   bubbled   underneath   your   ribcage,   fierce   enough   to   sweep   you   clean   away     ?
iv.       the   two   of   you   are   at   a   sleepover   when   it   happens.   sheâs   late   to   pick   you   up,     &     nobody   thinks   much   of   it   until   the   sunâs   threatening   to   creep   down   over   the   horizon     &     the   gravel   still   hasnât   screeched   with   news   of   her   impending   arrival.   your   friendâs   mum,   sheâs   pacing   near   the   windows     /     phone   in   hand,   contact   details   a   faint   glow,   but   she   pastes   uneasy   smile   over   the   crack   of   her   mouth.   it   doesnât   soothe   you,   so   much   as   unsettle   you   even   more.   fatal   move:     âhow   about   i   drive   you   kids   home?â     oh,   she   shouldnât   have     /     &     fuck   the   backseat   of   her   car,   she   ought   to   have   swaddled   you   in   cotton,   protected   you.   instead,   she   delivers   you   to   the   sight   of   your   motherâs   broken   neck   at   the   base   of   the   stairs.
(       interlude:     oh,   the   blood     ⌠    the   angle   of   her   neck   wasnât   the   least   of   it.   framed   like   a   break   -   and   -   enter   gone   wrong,   sheâd   practically   been   torn   apart.   what   does   it   say   about   a   crime,   that   every   juror   unfortunate   enough   to   be   dealt   the   case   of   your   motherâs   slaughter   took   up   the   court   -   offered   counselling   session     ?     )
v.       the   tabloids   called   it   the   butcher   and   the   bard.   the   judge   called   it   one   of   the   most   gruesome   murders   england   had   seen   in   a   long   time.   relatives   call   you   lucky,   for   being   in   the   right   place   at   the   right   time.   what   do   you   call   it     ?     because   it   tastes   an   awful   lot   like   survivorâs   guilt,   like   wishing   to   trade   places.   youâd   fall   down   the   stairs   a   million   times   if   it   meant   saving   hers     /     itâd   be   your   neck,   your   blood.   your   technicolour   imprint,   ghosting   along   the   backs   of   her   eyelids   every   time   she   so   much   as   deigned   to   let   them   flutter   closed.     (     you   never   tell   anyone,   how   often   you   dream   of   her.   how   are   you   meant   to     ?       âdid   you   sleep   well?â     ânope,   saw   my   motherâs   mangled   body.   again.   pass   the   toast?â       )
vi.       after:     your   auntâs   apartment   in   london     ;     the   seemingly   endless   drizzle   of   rain   against   the   windows     (     home,   school,   child   psychologist,   courtroom,   rinse,   repeat     ).   someone   seems   to   think   itâs   a   good   idea,   for   the   jury   to   lay   eyes   on   the   children   who   only   narrowly   escaped   their   fate.   the   collars   of   your   overly   -   starched   shirts   itch   against   your   pale   neck,   you   wish   you   didnât   have   to   keep   coming   to   these   fucking   things.   the   judge   casts   a   sympathetic   gaze   every   time   you   reach   to   scratch   at   your   throat     /     if   she   had   her   way,   youâd   be   far   away   from   all   of   this.   instead,   the   jury   rises     &     it   falls     &     you   are   there   to   see   it   all.       unanimous   verdic:   GUILTY.   life   in   prison,   no   chance   of   parole.   sole   custody,   granted   to   miss   margaret   lawrence.       the   therapist   they   make   you   go   to,   she   asks   you   about   it     &     all   you   can   do   is   shrug.     sâpose   it   couldâa   been   worse,   yâknow     ?     he   couldâa   killed   me.
vii.       &     the   thing   is,   he   killed   a   part   of   you.   something     â     childish   wonder,   a   love   of   life,   ambition,   that   feathered   thing   they   call   hope     â     itâs   slaughtered   on   the   floor   with   your   mum   that   day,   bleeds   out   right   beside   her   on   expensive   marble.  Â
viii.       the   years   speed   by,   the   anniversaries   blur.   the   booze   helps   with   that   one.     at   thirteen:   you   have   your   first   sip   of   something   that   hits   the   bottom   of   your   stomach     &     makes   you   feel   like   the   princely   twat   to   pull   the   sword   from   the   stone.   at   fifteen:   a   friend   offers   you   a   joint,   the   world   seems   to   haze   at   the   edges   in   just   the   right   way.   christ,   potâs   a   fuckinâ   wonderful   thing,   isnât   it     ?   at   seventeen:   the   drink,   the   drugs,   the   deliquency,   it   all   catches   up     &     your   aunt   canât   go   to   one   more   fuckinâ   school   meeting   about   your   truancy,   about   your   bad   attitude.     (     about   your   promise,   the   way   it   breaks   teachersâ   hearts   to   see   you   squandering   your   intelligence,   your   good   heart.   maggie   lawrence   is   not   a   woman   that   enjoys   pity,     &     your   misery   doesnât   help   to   detract   from   the   enormous   pile   of   it   that   she   carries   now.     )     she   sits   you   down,   delivers   an   ultimatum:     you   get   your   shit   together,   or   you   get   out   of   my   house.   you   go   to   school,   you   get   good   grades,   you   stop   stealinâ   my   vodka.   you   sort   yourself   out,   or   you   leave.
ix.       you   leave.   itâs   the   wrong   choice.
x.       you   finish   year   12,   at   the   very   least,   but   university   is   not   a   topic   you   so   much   as   consider.   in   a   hangover   daze,   you   peruse   local   newspapers     &     online   ads,   offer   handyman   services     /     odd   jobs   keep   you   in   your   vices,     &     you   canât   ask   for   much   more   than   that.   itâs   not   an   active   choice,   to   hide   from   the   world   in   the   way   that   you   choose   to,   but   it   ends   up   happening   all   the   same;     it   grew   so   very   tiring,   watching   the   recognition   spark   behind   a   strangerâs   eyes   at   the   sound   of   your   last   name.   you   can   only   deal   with   being   a   public   spectacle   for   so   long,   before   it   makes   you   want   to   lash   out     &     drink   until   you   can   barely   remember   how   to   stand,   let   alone   your   goddamned   name.   is   it   any   wonder   that   you   retreat,   that   you   drink     &     smoke     &     snort     &     destroy   yourself   for   a   while     ?    Â
xi.       she   comes   to   you   in   a   dream.   your   mum,   maybe.   aunt   maggie     ?     shit.   could   be   your   sister   too,   they   did   always   look   awfully   alike.   in   one   swift   movement,   your   dream-relation   whacks   you   upside   the   head     &     tells   you,   time   to   wake   up,   chucklefuck.   you   do.   youâre   also   violently   ill   in   the   sink,   but   youâll   leave   that   part   out   when   you   tell   the   story   of   how   you   pulled   yourself   out   from   the   depths   of   your   psychological   despair.  Â
xii.       itâs   a   more   conscious   choice   to   return   to   the   world   of   the   living.   you   apologise   to   your   aunt,   to   your   sister,   for   being   such   a   right   little   prick   as   a   kid.     (     you   owe   maggie   a   fair   few   bottles   of   vodka     &     a   few   packs   of   smokes,   too.   you   werenât   slick   about   any   of   that,   you   know     ?     )     you   try   to   make   amends,   to   fix   what   you   so   willingly   broke,     &     the   most   heartbreaking   part   of   it   is   how   easily   it   all   comes   back   together.   thereâs   no   waiting   period,   no   pacing   back     &     forth   waiting   to   see   if   your   family   will   have   you.   your   sister   wraps   her   arms   around   your   neck,   your   aunt   presses   a   kiss   to   your   forehead     &     manages   to   wipe   away   the   errant   tear   that   slides   down   her   cheek   before   you   notice.   in   another   world,   you   deserve   a   happy   ending,   a   soft   epilogue.   in   another   one,   you   get   it.
xiii.       the   crows   are   what   damn   you   in   the   end.   your   sister,   she   always   had   such   a   fondness   for   weird   birds.   as   a   kid,   her   favourites   were   puffins     &     pacific   gulls,   you   can   still   rattle   off   facts   about   them     /     itâs   the   fuckinâ   birds.   you   pull   over,   snap   a   photo,     &     by   the   time   it   sends   youâre   doomed.     (     oh,   honey.   you   were   always   walking   a   tenuous   death   sentence.   it   was   only   a   matter   of   time.     )
ââââââ       â       IV.       ...       OR,       WANTED  CONNECTIONS.
twin   sister       !!!       ⡠      prob   needs   to   go   up   on   the   main   at   some   pt,   but   alas     !     pls   bring   his   twin   sistter   who   arrived   recently   bc   she   was   hunting   her   dickhead   brother   down     <333     very   luke/nell   crain   vibes   here.   more   than   a   dash   of   the   twin   telepathy.   the   only   person   who   knows   him   in   their   goddamn   marrow.   probs   freaked   when   he   fell   off   the   radar     &     didnât   want   a   repeat   of   their   whole   mommy   getting   got   thing     </3
â I'VE GOT MY FEARS, I'VE GOT THEM DRESSED UP â
brigette lundy-paine. nonbinary. they / them. ⸝ i saw juno pasternak around colony house, you know? the twentyâeight year old that was driving from toronto, canada when they saw the tree on the road. juno has been here for six months and I think they were a bike mechanic before they got stuck in the town. with the way things are now, they are now struggling to maintain a sense of normalcy and seek a way out without losing themselves or dying. lets hope you at least survive the night.
GENERAL  information. ⸝
full  name   juno elliott pasternak
nickname(s)  june, junebug, jay
age   twenty â eight
gender  identity   nonbinary
orientation  bisexual, strong preference for women
place  of  birth   guelph, ontario, canada
date  of  birth   november 1 1995
former  occupation    bike mechanic
3  positive traits    creative, altruistic, strongâwilled
3  negative traits     reclusive, moody, gullible
moral alignment   neutral good
faceclaim   brigette lundyâpaine
TOWN  information. ⸝
current  residency  colony house
current  occupation    bike + small electronics mechanic, handyman
INSP  characters and media. ⸝
frances halladay from frances ha / enid coleslaw from ghost world / james leer from wonder boys / eve from god help the girl / my solo exchange diary 1 + 2 by nagata kabi / lelaina pierce from reality bites
BIOGRAPHY  your  character's  background. ⸝
junoâs parents separated when they were just a baby, and juno ended up with their dad. though born in guelph, fairly soon after their parents broke up them and their dad moved back to toronto, where their paternal grandparents lived. juno spent their childhood between their dadâs house and their grandparentsâ house, with the occasional holiday spent at their momâs, until eventually those dried up too.
they were a strong but frustrating student throughout public and high school, which is to say that they read a ton and could write an excellent essay, but struggled chronically with deadlines, skipped and were late to a lot of class, and nearly failed math almost every year. that juno graduated as an âontario scholarâ is a testament to understanding teachers willing to take months-late work and give make up assignments.
right out of high school they entered college for illustration, sure they wanted art to be their career. college was a disaster; without the constant external prodding of well-meaning teachers, left to their own devices and living away from home, deadlines became completely overwhelming and they dropped out within their first semester. they couldnât handle the pressure, the self-direction, and most of all, taking care of themselves. theyâd always thought of themselves as self-sufficient but once they actually had to do everything for themselves as well as attend classes, they simply couldnât keep up.
they spent two weeks in hospital after they dropped out due to mental health issues, a stay that refocused their attention: stay healthy enough to stay out of the hospital.
once they were back home and had settled back in, they got a job at the bike shop a few blocks away, starting as a junior mechanic to fill the days and get them out of the house. it was around this time that they started seriously considering and exploring their gender identity. perhaps it was that they were the only âfemaleâ mechanic, and that this contrast was brought up to them in a way that it hadnât been ever before, or maybe it was having a kind of independence without the stressors of school, but whatever the cause the result was the same; many deep, internal questions about their sense of self.
after a year and a bit of working at the bike store, juno decided theyâd give university a try. maybe it was college that had been the problem. all the programs in college were so specific, university was more general, you could explore and figure yourself out. so they enrolled in an english literature program.
university went slightly better than college had, but once again as soon as the external stress of school was on them they stopped being able to take care of themself. it was just too much. and so, after six months, they dropped out again. back to the bike shop.
one year turned into two, and then three, and then theyâd spent four years living in their bedroom at their dadâs house, even after their little brother had moved out, working the same job. juno liked their job, but still â there had to be more out there. so they started saving up, bought a junker car ( a 1990s volkswagen rabbit ) and decided they would road trip across the united states. theyâd never been to the states before, but it seemed like a place full of wide-open possibilities. so, they set off.
they drove through new york and into pennsylvania, and then they saw the tree. the story from there is fairly well-known to everyone. the circling, the attempts to get out. at first they had just pulled over, sure theyâd gotten too high before setting out for the dayâs drive, resolved to sleep it off. and then there was someone banging on the window and telling them to get out before sunset, to get inside.
they were luckier than most; when they came, they came with most of their stuff. clothing, cds, books, nice but not so useful. their toolkit, now that had value here. theyâd attempted to get away from their job, but it seemed that was the best thing they had to offer. bikes are more like clocks than like cars, so juno wasnât any good at engine repair, but small electronics, the bikes that had made it into the town, and any general handyman-type jobs, those they could handle.
TRIVIA  extra  character  information.Â
because their parents were teenagers when they were born, they are named after their parents' favourite music ( juno for juno, their mom's favourite band, and elliott for elliott smith, their dad's favourite artist )
juno was diagnosed with adhd in college, and was medicated for it until they entered the town.
similarly, they had been undergoing low-dose hrt, which they ran out of after a time in the town.
some of the books in juno's car at the time they entered the town are: the wind up bird chronicle, franny and zooey, tell me i'm worthless, paul takes the form of a mortal girl, high fidelity, and please don't kill the freshmen.
â ITâS HARD TO FORGET YOUR PAST WHEN ITâS WRITTEN ALL OVER YOUR BODY. â
á áąáá  ⸝  sebastian stan. cis man. he/him. ⸝  i saw ADRIAN KINCAID around the town, you know? the 38 year old that was driving from COLUMBUS, OH  when they saw the tree on the road. ADRIAN has been here for TWO YEARS and i think they were FORMER NAVY SEAL before they got stuck in the town. with the way things are now, they are now struggling to maintain a sense of normalcy and  seek a way out without losing themselves or dying.  lets hope you at least survive the night.
GENERAL  INFORMATION.  ⸝
full name: adrian kincaid.
nickname: n/a.
age: thirty eight.
gender identity: cis man. Â
orientation: heterosexual.
place of birth: columbus, ohio.  Â
date of birth: may 2nd, 1985.
former occupation: retired navy seal.
3 positive traits: adaptable, honest and observant.
3 negative traits: cynical, blunt and aloof.
moral alignment: neutral good.
faceclaim: sebastian stan.
TOWN  INFORMATION.  ⸝
current residency: in town.
current occupation: trainer.
BIOGRAPHY.  ⸝
adrian was born into a generational military family and spent his childhood moving from one place to another. the only really constant in his life was his mother and younger brother. they became a tight-nit unit, especially the two brothers.
while his grandfather and father assumed and pushed adrian to follow in their footsteps, he was adamant from a young age to carve his own path. once he graduated high school, he started to study computer science at college.
it was only weeks after he got his bachelorâs degree that his younger brother thomas enlisted. adrian had been so busy with his own life that he hadnât realised the pressure thomas had been subjected to. while adrian was headstrong and confident in who he was, thomas was more of a follower and once adrian was out of the house, the pressure shifted from one son to another.
adrian enlisted only days after thomas did, hellbent on protecting his brother since he had failed previously. he threw away all his own personal goals and dreams even though no one asked him to. and so his time with the navy started.Â
at thirty two, irony showed its ugly face when his brother died in combat while adrian had to sit the mission out because of a sprained ankle. howâs that for keeping him safe?
his time in the navy after that is sort of a blur, by then the rest of the team had became family too and abandoning them wasnât on the list, so he continued to serve. to be honest, he mostly used it as an excuse to be anywhere else but home where guilt and grief waited for him.
at thirty five he left, chose not to reenlist after his active duty commitment came to an end. his mind nor body couldnât handle it any longer and he knew better than to pretend it did. and then a year later he visited his mother only to see the damn tree on his way back home.
QUICKIES ⸝
heâs a trainer, heâll keep you in shape or get you into shape if you ask him. heâll teach basic survival skills as well, best methods to hide etc.
pretty aloof at first but a real dork if you get to know him. basically a cat in human form, you gotta earn it.
he has mild tinnitus in both ears.
probably said âi would trust beyonce with my lifeâ at one point. definitely listened to toxic by britney before he saw the tree.
CONNECTION IDEAS ⸝
friends. especially one heâs actually close with and whose company he prefers over anyone else.almost ride or die but not exactly because that takes time with adrian.
âare you flirting or starting a fight?â and i donât have to say more.
a fwb but not really, itâs more of a mutual understanding of just killing time/finding enjoyment in this godforsaken place while Doing⢠it. they might not even be friends at all, just sexually compatible.Â
people he help trains because that just makes sense.
ok thatâs what comes to mind right now but everything goes tbh
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 ⸝  á áąáá  ⸝  robert pattinson. cis man. he/him. ⸝  i saw xander romanov around the town, you know? the 37 years old that was driving from brooklyn, ny when they saw the tree on the road. xander has been here for 1 year and i think they were a doctor before they got stuck in the town. with the way things are now, they are now struggling to maintain a sense of normalcy and  seek a way out without losing themselves or dying.  lets hope you at least survive the night. ⸝
GENERAL  INFORMATION. ⸝
full  name  : xander romanov
nickname(s) : xan
age : 37 years old
gender  identity : cis man  Â
orientation : heterosexual  Â
place  of  birth : manhattan , new york  Â
date  of  birth : december 23 1986   Â
former  occupation : doctor
3Â Â positive traits : kind , generous , forgiving Â
3  negative traits : apathetic , desensitized , perfectionist
moral alignment : lawful neutral
faceclaim : robert pattinson
TOWN  INFORMATION. ⸝
current  residency : the town Â
current  occupation : doctor
BIOGRAPHY. ⸝
grew up in a strict household with controlling parents whose only interest was to mold their children into the perfect human being. the emotional well being of xander and his little sister were often times an after thought, if even that. learning to undo the affects of his parents emotional neglect has been a roller coaster ride for xander, though after finding himself without his family for the last year, it has become a little easier for him to understand his own feelings.
for the most part, he went along with whatever his parents asked him to do. he figured if he took the brunt of the work it would lessen the load that they would put upon his sister, though that idea turned out to be very untrue. at the very least, zelda and xander had one another, and they found refuge in their shared experiences together despite the big age gap that they have.
he excelled greatly in all of his academics, though lacked an obvious important factor in his life. xander has never had any close friends, or even someone he can call a best friend, for his entire life. he has shut off so much of his feelings to get through the harshness of his home life that he finds it difficult now to connect with people on a deeper level.
he's been living his life in a kind of blur through most of it, but now that he's here, he finally feels ' awake ' for the first time in a long time.
WANTED CONNECTIONS. ⸝
sib connections, to die for obviously. loves his little sister very much and has been away from her for a long time, so if your muse is younger and a lil cutie he'll love 'em !
father / mother figure ? never had a loving parent so would probably melt at the first sign of affection, who knows !!!
people he might have known from school back in the day, or anyone who worked alongside / near him in any capacity.
patients, new and old ! formerly worked in the emergency ward so may have come across a plethora of ppl
first love ? hehe i love angst
TAKEN CONNECTIONS. ⸝
little sister : zelda romanov @lichtundschattens
father / mother figure : augusto diaz & sierra ducharme
á áąáá  ⸝  nathalie  kelley.  gender  non-conforming.  she/they  ⸝  i  saw  olivia  around  the  forest  ,  you  know?  the  40  years  old  that  was  driving  from  new  orleans  when  they  saw  the  tree  on  the  road.  olive  has  been  here  for  forty  years  and  i  think  they  were  a  baby  before  they  got  stuck  in  the  town.  with  the  way  things  are  now,  they  are  struggling  to  maintain  a  sense  of  normalcy  and  seek  a  way  out  without  losing  themselves  or  dying.  lets  hope  you  at  least  survive  the  night  on  their  own  .  ⸝
if you ask olivia her last name she will tell you that her mother never gave her a last name. that she died before she could even learn it.
olivia takes most of her clothes from colony house. ( it's a free for all , after all )
she likes to listen to people. hear their stories before being stuck in the town .
sometimes people in town let her stay the night with them . especially when it gets too late for her to leave .
if you lost something , she most-likely has it or is wearing it .
WANTED CONNECTIONS. ⸝
long time lover : there are times when olivia doesn't sleep in the woods and instead in bed with your muse . she's very fond of your muse and it would be up to you/your muse if your muse is head over heels for her . wanting to give her their last name or not .
best friend : this would be someone who's attached to the hip with her . they look out for each other .
one who's constantly looking after her / out for her : they are quite over protective of her . especially when they feel like they owe her for saving your muse's life.
exes / hooks ups : a girl has needs and she can fulfill yours
enemies / frenemies : someone who doesn't like her . they can't place their finger on it but they don't like olivia .
â The trouble with the world is that the stupid are cocksure and the intelligent are full of doubt.. â
á áąáá ⸝ kit young. cis male. he/him ⸝  i saw LINUS HORNER around THE TOWN , you know? the  THIRTY years old that was driving from LONDON, ENGLAND when they saw the tree on the road. LINUS has been here for TWO YEARS and i think they were PLASTIC SURGEON before they got stuck in the town. with the way things are now, they are now struggling to maintain a sense of normalcy and seek a way out without losing themselves or dying. lets hope you at least survive the night. ⸝⸝ ⸝
GENERAL  INFORMATION. ⸝
linus oliver horner
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30Â Â Â
cis male Â
gay Â
london, england Â
october 24, 1994
plastic surgeon
wise, easy-going, get things done
dramatic, arrogant, selfish
chaotic neutral
kit young
TOWN  INFORMATION. ⸝
town
doctor
BIOGRAPHY  YOUR  CHARACTER'S  BACKGROUND. ⸝