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GENERAL   INFORMATION.  ⸻

full   name   : daniella beltran .

nickname(s)   : dani . 

age :  35 .   

gender   identity : cis woman .     

sexual orientation :  bisexual .   

place   of   birth   : texas .  

date   of   birth : .     

former   occupation : marine first sergeant .

3   positive traits  : resourceful , tough , loyal .

3   negative traits  : sarcastic , foul-mouthed , anal-retentive .

moral alignment : neutral good . 

faceclaim  : melissa barrera .

TOWN   INFORMATION.  ⸻

current   residency   : the colony house .

current   occupation : groundskeeper .

years in town : two years .

FAMILY   INFORMATION.  ⸻

mother : monica beltran .

father : franklin 'frank' beltran .

sibling(s) : an older sibling , natalia beltran ( younger sister ) + two deceased siblings ( luis & mateo ).

BIOGRAPHY   YOUR   CHARACTER'S   BACKGROUND.  ⸻

trigger warning : death , drug addiction , abandonment + neglect , death of a child .

⸻  born  the  second  oldest  out  of  5  kids  in  texas  ,  to  Franklin  ‘Frank’  Beltran  and  Monica  Beltran  ,  she  has  been  responsible  for  her  siblings  ever  since  she  was  6  years  old .

⸻ for  as  long  as  she  could  remember,  Dani's  father,  Frank,  has  been  an  alcoholic  and  a  drug  addict.  Waking  up  in  random  locations  when  he'd  have  a  blackout  due  to  being  so  drunk.  When  he  was  at  home,  he  was  normally  brought  home  by  an  officer. 

⸻ 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 .

⸻ albeit , her brother would involve himself in bad dealings and selling.  despite  this  dani  knows  that  her  brother  is  a  relatively  good  kid ,  however  he  is  heavily  affected  by  a  completely  dysfunctional  childhood  and  family. Nonetheless,  he  cares  deeply  about  his  family,  including  his  father ,  despite  the  latter’s  complete  and  utter  failure  as  a  parent  and  role  model. 

⸻ 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 .

FUN FACTS ABOUT DANIELLA.  ⸻

her  life  was  centered  around  her  two siblings,  and  she  views  them  as  her  own  children ,  a  responsibility  she  takes  to  heart.

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 aren’t 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 .

open to anything !

TELL ME / WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?

full name    abilene lambert birdie faye lambert nickname(s)    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. you’ve 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,  you’ve always gotten what you’ve 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,  luscious from first glance but when people were close enough to touch you they could feel that dry,  hollowness you exude even now.  the withering bud your ma had managed to overwater in the dry season.  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 ma’s 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. 

──────            ❝            I.            ...            OR,            BASICS.

full    name:        scout    jude    vonnegut. nickname(s):        none. age:        thirty2.                     gender    identity:        demi    man. orientation:        bisexual    biromantic. place    of    birth:        port    isaac,    cornwall. date    of    birth:        may    6th,    1991.                     former    occupation:        electrician. three    positive    traits:        assiduous,    blithe,    equitable. three    negative    traits:        languid,    satyric,    ornery. moral    alignment:        chaotic    neutral. faceclaim:        aaron    taylor    -    johnson.

──────            ❝            II.            ...            OR,            TOWN INFO.

current    residency:        the    town. current    occupation:        handyman.

──────            ❝            III.            ...            OR,            HISTORY.

i.            you    can    divide    it    all,    can’t    you        ?        two    categories:        the    before,    the    after.    you    shouldn’t    be    able    to    remember    them    in    such    vivid    detail.    christ,    you    were    only    a    kid-

ii.            before,    part    one:        your    mother,    she    wasn’t    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    wasn’t    the    first    one    she’d    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,    it’s    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        —        lust    turns    lukewarm,    regard    becomes    resentment.    it    takes    him    exactly    eight    months    to    realise    that    he’d    made    a    mistake        /        twelve    to    slip    into    someone    else’s    bed        &        leave    your    mother’s    achingly    cold        /        sixteen    to    start    planning.        (        in    muted    conversation    with    his    mistress,    he’d    called    it    wiping    the    slate    clean.    just    a    shame    he    forgot    to    do    the    same    to    his    call    logs.        )    

iii.            before,    part    two:        she    loved    you.    she    didn’t    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    you’d    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.    she’s    late    to    pick    you    up,        &        nobody    thinks    much    of    it    until    the    sun’s    threatening    to    creep    down    over    the    horizon        &        the    gravel    still    hasn’t    screeched    with    news    of    her    impending    arrival.    your    friend’s    mum,    she’s    pacing    near    the    windows        /        phone    in    hand,    contact    details    a    faint    glow,    but    she    pastes    uneasy    smile    over    the    crack    of    her    mouth.    it    doesn’t    soothe    you,    so    much    as    unsettle    you    even    more.    fatal    move:        “how    about    i    drive    you    kids    home?”        oh,    she    shouldn’t    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    mother’s    broken    neck    at    the    base    of    the    stairs.

(            interlude:        oh,    the    blood        …        the    angle    of    her    neck    wasn’t    the    least    of    it.    framed    like    a    break    -    and    -    enter    gone    wrong,    she’d    practically    been    torn    apart.    what    does    it    say    about    a    crime,    that    every    juror    unfortunate    enough    to    be    dealt    the    case    of    your    mother’s    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    survivor’s    guilt,    like    wishing    to    trade    places.    you’d    fall    down    the    stairs    a    million    times    if    it    meant    saving    hers        /        it’d    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        ?            “did    you    sleep    well?”        “nope,    saw    my    mother’s    mangled    body.    again.    pass    the    toast?”            )

vi.            after:        your    aunt’s    apartment    in    london        ;        the    seemingly    endless    drizzle    of    rain    against    the    windows        (        home,    school,    child    psychologist,    courtroom,    rinse,    repeat        ).    someone    seems    to    think    it’s    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    didn’t    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,    you’d    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.        s’pose    it    could’a    been    worse,    y’know        ?        he    could’a    killed    me.

vii.            &        the    thing    is,    he    killed    a    part    of    you.    something        —        childish    wonder,    a    love    of    life,    ambition,    that    feathered    thing    they    call    hope        —        it’s    slaughtered    on    the    floor    with    your    mum    that    day,    bleeds    out    right    beside    her    on    expensive    marble.    

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,    pot’s    a    fuckin’    wonderful    thing,    isn’t    it        ?    at    seventeen:    the    drink,    the    drugs,    the    deliquency,    it    all    catches    up        &        your    aunt    can’t    go    to    one    more    fuckin’    school    meeting    about    your    truancy,    about    your    bad    attitude.        (        about    your    promise,    the    way    it    breaks    teachers’    hearts    to    see    you    squandering    your    intelligence,    your    good    heart.    maggie    lawrence    is    not    a    woman    that    enjoys    pity,        &        your    misery    doesn’t    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    stealin’    my    vodka.    you    sort    yourself    out,    or    you    leave.

ix.            you    leave.    it’s    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    can’t    ask    for    much    more    than    that.    it’s    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    stranger’s    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        ?        

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.    you’re    also    violently    ill    in    the    sink,    but    you’ll    leave    that    part    out    when    you    tell    the    story    of    how    you    pulled    yourself    out    from    the    depths    of    your    psychological    despair.    

xii.            it’s    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    weren’t    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.    there’s    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        /        it’s    the    fuckin’    birds.    you    pull    over,    snap    a    photo,        &        by    the    time    it    sends    you’re    doomed.        (        oh,    honey.    you    were    always    walking    a    tenuous    death    sentence.    it    was    only    a    matter    of    time.        )

──────            ❝            IV.            ...            OR,            WANTED    CONNECTIONS.

GENERAL   information.  ⸻

full   name     juno elliott pasternak

nickname(s)    june,  junebug,  jay

age     twenty — 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,  strong—willed

3   negative traits      reclusive,  moody,  gullible

moral alignment    neutral good

faceclaim    brigette lundy—paine

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.  ⸻

juno’s 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 dad’s house and their grandparents’ house, with the occasional holiday spent at their mom’s, 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 ‘ontario scholar’ 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 couldn’t handle the pressure, the self-direction, and most of all, taking care of themselves. they’d always thought of themselves as self-sufficient but once they actually had to do everything for themselves as well as attend classes, they simply couldn’t 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 ‘female’ mechanic, and that this contrast was brought up to them in a way that it hadn’t 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 they’d 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 they’d spent four years living in their bedroom at their dad’s house, even after their little brother had moved out, working the same job. juno liked their job, but still — 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. they’d 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 they’d gotten too high before setting out for the day’s 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. they’d 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 wasn’t 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. 

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.

GENERAL   INFORMATION.  ⸻

full name: adrian kincaid.

nickname: n/a.

age: thirty eight.

gender identity: cis man.  

orientation: heterosexual.

place of birth: columbus, ohio.     

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 bachelor’s degree that his younger brother thomas enlisted. adrian had been so busy with his own life that he hadn’t 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. 

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. how’s 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 wasn’t 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 couldn’t 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  ⸻

he’s a trainer, he’ll keep you in shape or get you into shape if you ask him. he’ll 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 “i would trust beyonce with my life” at one point. definitely listened to toxic by britney before he saw the tree.

CONNECTION IDEAS  ⸻

friends. especially one he’s actually close with and whose company he prefers over anyone else.almost ride or die but not exactly because that takes time with adrian.

“are you flirting or starting a fight?” and i don’t have to say more.

a fwb but not really, it’s 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. 

people he help trains because that just makes sense.

ok that’s what comes to mind right now but everything goes tbh

GENERAL   INFORMATION.  ⸻

full   name   : xander romanov

nickname(s) : xan

age : 37 years old

gender   identity : cis man     

orientation : heterosexual    

place   of   birth : manhattan , new york     

date   of   birth : december 23 1986      

former   occupation : doctor

3   positive traits : kind , generous , forgiving  

3   negative traits  : apathetic , desensitized , perfectionist

moral alignment  : lawful neutral

faceclaim  : robert pattinson

TOWN   INFORMATION.  ⸻

current   residency : the town   

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

GENERAL   INFORMATION.  ⸻

full   name   : olivia .

nickname(s)   : liv , olive . 

age :  40 .   

gender   identity : gender non-conforming .     

sexual orientation :  not specified .   

place   of   birth   : new orleans .  

date   of   birth : ??? .     

former   occupation : none .

3   positive traits  : philosophical , endearing , playful .

3   negative traits  : secretive , fearless , stubborn .

moral alignment : unknown . 

faceclaim  : nathelie kelley .

TOWN   INFORMATION.  ⸻

current   residency   : the woods / forest .

current   occupation : scavenger .

years in town : 40 years .

BIOGRAPHY   YOUR   CHARACTER'S   BACKGROUND.  ⸻

⸻  for  as  long  as  people  can  remember  olivia  has  always  been  the  girl  in  the  woods  and  forest.  if anyone were to ask , those  who  have  been  there  for  more  than  40  years  would  say that olivia's  family  ;  a  lovely  couple  who  on  hollows  eve  were  driving  back  to  new  orleans  after  celebrating  their  daughter's  birth  and  were  unfortunate  enough  to  see  the  tree  on  the  road  as  the  sun  was  coming  up  .

⸻  they  tried  to  get  out  of  the  town  but  every  time  they  simply  drive  straight  without  turning  ,  they  drove  right  back  into  town  .  stuck  and  afraid  ,  they  were  informed  of  their  new  reality  .  much  like  any  other  sane  person  ,  they  didn't  believe  it.  until  the  night  after  when  their  mother  witnessed  her  husband  get  torn  apart  .  now  just  olivia  and  her  mother  have  no  choice  but  to  HIDE  AND  PREY  THE  CREATURES  OF  THE  NIGHT  DON'T  FIND  THEM  .

⸻  making  the  shed  into  her  new  home  ,  she  had  no  time  to  mourn  for  her  husband  when  she  needed  to  survive  for  her  child  and  hope  to  find  a  way  home  .

⸻  no  one  knows  when  olivia  mother  passed  but  what  people  will  tell  you  that  the  girl  was  between  the  ages  of  8  and  10  .  ever  since  then  olivia  had  been  hiding  in  the  forest  at  night  and  during  the  day  those  who  took  pity  on  the  girl  would  help  her  and  feed  her  .

⸻   the  way  to  survive  a  night  fill  with  monsters  is  to  hide  and  pray  they  never  find  you.  it  wasn't  until   the  self  appointed  sheriff     came  to  town  and  brought  order  and  some  semblance  of  normalcy  .  the  colony  house  and  the  town  established.  yet  olivia  still  stuck  to  the  forest.

⸻   despite  many  tragedies  that  has  happened  throughout  the  years  in  the  town  ,  the  odd  girl  always  has  a  positive  attitude  .  as  playful  as  she  is  ,  olivia  is  known  as  a  sweet  girl  who  help  everyone  in  town  and  at  colony  house  with  whatever  they  may  need  .  there  are  small  moment  when  olivia's  poetic  words  gets  people  thinking  ,  showing  that  they  at  times  know  more  than  they  let  on  .  still  there  are  those  that  question  olivia's  disposition  and  how  they  navigate  the  forest  and  town  .  there  are  times  when  she's  asked  to  stay  over  as  many  are  worried  about  the  woman's  safety  .  the  last  thing  those  close  to  her  want  to  find  is  olivia  DEAD  ,  but  also  know  that  she's  been  there  since  infant  and  its  all  she  knows.

FUN FACTS ABOUT OLIVIA.  ⸻

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 .

GENERAL   INFORMATION.  ⸻

linus oliver horner

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30     

cis male   

gay  

london, england   

october 24, 1994

plastic surgeon

wise, easy-going, get things done

dramatic, arrogant, selfish

chaotic neutral

kit young

TOWN   INFORMATION.  ⸻

town

doctor