#hidehillintro

BASICS

Full Name: Zehra Aksoy

Nickname: Z

Age: 28

DOB: July 14th 1994

Parents: Hande & Ahmet

Siblings: n/a

Hair colour: black

Eye colour: dark brown

Piercings: tba

Tattoos:  tba

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Singer in Femme Fatale (hiatus), Actress, Solo Artist

Voice Claim: Little Mix (group work), Ariana Grande (solo work)

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BIOGRAPHY

Zehra was born and raised in Hidehill. She was an only child to Hande and Ahmet, though her parents wanted more they knew financially they couldn’t support anymore children other than Zee.

She grew up in a large, close-nit family and was always very close with her cousins. She would often spend weekend sleeping at her grandparents house with all of her cousins and would often go on trips to zoo’s and parks.

Zehra discovered her love for singing after her Grandad bought her and her cousins a karaoke machine at Christmas for when they visited on the weekends. They realised she had a natural talent and though they couldn’t afford to put her into lessons they decided to buy her a karaoke machine for at home too and her parents have lots of home made videos of her singing her little heart out.

her grandad passed and she was absolutely devastated by this, she felt like she lost her best friend and for months she barely left her home. She wrote songs which even to this day she can’t read back.

A year after his passing she auditioned for the xfactor with four of her friends as a girl group nammed ‘Femme Fatale’. Her mum encouraged her and it the best thing that ever happened to her.

She gained this lifestyle she never thought she could have, she was able to give her parents and grandma a life they truly deserved and its all she could have ever asked for.

Femme Fatale consisted of 4 girls and went on to release 6 studio albums and achieve 5 number one singles.

To tell the story of Adrian Parris, we have to start with the story of Timothy Beau Alexander. Timothy, or Beau, as he was more commonly called, spent his childhood the son of prominent political figure, a republican senator from Nevada, their home state. Beau and his three siblings enjoyed all the privleges of their fathers position, and the familial wealth inherited from the generations before him. They spent more time with nannies than their own parents, but in the eyes of the media they were that perfect all-American, catholic, republican, sinless family. 

The Alexander children were all expected to follow in their father’s footsteps, at least the two sons were, but Beau was quick to see through the lies of his father, and his father’s entire moral compass. His rebellion started small enough, smoking pot and one-night stands, all easy enough to hide from the voters. Beau went to college, much to his father’s approval, on a pre-law track at a less-than Ivy League university after a Harvard deferral. It would be wise to assume his father knew of Beau’s rather… liberal.. tendencies, but he must’ve ignored them, hoping the allure of following the funding would sway his son towards the right. It never did.

In fact, Beau almost didn’t complete his college degree, after being derailed by a heart break, and turning to drugs to cope. He never made it into law school, and instead skated by on his trust fund, as his parents hoped they could at least pay him enough money to stay away from his father’s upcoming presidential campaign in 2016. That didn’t work. With not much else to live for at that moment, Beau redirected his life’s focus into derailing his father’s campaign in any way necessary. Intentionally being spotted leaving casinos with call girls, getting arrested for public intoxication, the occasional spontaneous protest at his father’s rallies. His father was quickly cut from the nomination pool, but two years later, Beau’s reputation continued, sullying his father’s image enough to leave him the blame for his father losing his representative seat. 

That was the final straw for the Alexander’s, and in exchange for promising not to turn him in to the police and press charges for all the crimes they’d been aware of, Beau signed away his rights to his family name. From there, he joined another family, a crime family, one that promised to support Beau and his girlfriend, to protect them, in exchange for Beau picking up a few more responsibilities. The former casual drug dealer, was now in much deeper than he thought he’d be. Despite knowing that his current girlfriend was the love of his life, there had been many threats on both his life and hers, so he let her go. Not long after that, a deal gone bad had him in a cell at the LVPD, where he promised to tell-all in exchange for a trip to rehab and a new identity. 

⎯ BASICS

Name Dino Mertens

Age 25

Hometown Mol, Belgium

Current Location Hidehill

Occupation Tattoo apprentice

Personality Kind, protective, reliable, closed off, self conscious, indecisive

Gender Genderqueer, he/they

Orientation Bisexual

Family Martine Wouters (mother), Lars Mertens (younger brother), Philippe Mertens (father, no contact)

⎯ STORY

Born and raised in Belgium, speaks Flemish, English, Norwegian, Flemish Sign Language and German

Dino came out as genderqueer over 10 years ago, his father not accepting them however his mother did

Dino moved to the US with a group of friends, all with different reasons, Dino mainly wanted a change as he had attempted several different university courses but had found nothing that they liked enough to stick with it

Dino's friend group broke off about a year after all of them had moved, all moving to different parts of the US. They moved to Hidehill not knowing much of it's history as they had been browsing apartments with barely any luck until their offer was accepted in Hidehill

Is a big metal head, covered in tattoo's

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ABOUT

Georgia born to a single mother who claimed she couldn’t be too sure on who his father could be, it was a lie but one Julian never bothered to pick at because the sad eyes she looked at him with said enough and the lack of a father didn’t do much for him when he had so many others looking after him regardless. His mother was a stripper and some of her co-workers were seen more as family who helped raise him while they shared the roof over their heads which never changed from Georgia to Tennessee. At least when they landed in Hidehill they had their own place in Hadley Park. 

With the lifestyle his mother partook in and seemed to have no desire in giving up, maybe he grew up a little quicker and eventually more independently than his peers but in Julian’s eyes what she had done for him was always enough. Even when things were rough for them financially or when she deep dived into the world of drugs, he never saw her as a bad person just unprepared for motherhood. 

School was pretty easy for him to get through when it came to his grades but it was typically overshadowed by the trouble he constantly got himself into, blame boredom. From a young age Julian liked making money. When he was little it came in reward to chores, little jobs within the town; walking dogs, mowing lawns etc. The older he got, the more he wanted and the riskier he got of how he got that money. In reality, being introduced to the world of gambling was a safer option in regards to some of the other things he had done at that age. 

He definitely shouldn’t have been allowed at the table but the company he had while gambling weren’t exactly saints and they figured it was easy money to take home for themselves. Unfortunately for them, Julian learned quick and when he really began emptying their pockets they stopped letting him in which only left him to go elsewhere to throw his money around. Eventually that became his main source of income, in poker specifically, especially when he could actually enter tournaments it only took one big win to hold him over for a while till the money ran low and he did it again. 

The unofficial half job he did as a bouncer at the playpen practically fell into his lap. Being that he grew up around that kind of environment, he didn’t have much tolerance for the customers that overstepped their boundaries nor was he afraid to make it known. Eventually with time and his friendship to Cristal it became official position with more and with the years of that friendship she had entrusted him with the place if anything ever happened, something he thought would never matter until it did. With her death, the keys were handed over to him and all he could do was make sure the transition went smoothly. 

DETAILS + WC

For tournaments he would often fly out to different places and if it was a real big win, he’d fuck off for a month or two without much of a mention as to where. 

He thought because he didn’t grow up with much, the drive to have money went hand in hand with wanting to live more lavishly but he was wrong. His home in Hartley Avenue would often stay empty until WC took his offer to use it since he hardly ever stays there.

Name: Raheem Awari

Age: Twenty Nine

Gender and Pronouns: Cis Man, He/Him

Birthdate and Sign: 24 December, Capricorn

Occupation: Football Player

Education: Graduated from Georgia Tech with a degree in sports medicine 

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Pets: Two blue pits, Trina & Fox 

Raheem Awari grew up in Atlanta, but he grew up quick. There wasn’t much room for him to enjoy being a child, because being the oldest of five children, he ended up taking on the responsibility of both mother and father, early. The adults that lived in their house did not really constitute as parents, instead they were unpredictable obstacles. His mother was an addict, someone who would have tried to sell the children she’d bared for her next fix, and didn’t really care what that was. His father, had been a rock in the first couple years, until Rah was old enough to realize what he really was, his mothers supplier.

There was no part of her that wanted to get clean, and no reward for him helping her get there. So, instead, it was Rah who provided for his family. Sometimes it was through the miracle that was his fathers occasional generosity, other times it was because he was able to sweet talk folks into letting him work under the table, cut the grass, scrounge together any skill he could to make sure they ate.

The only thing that would eventually validate him, validate his worth beyond someone else’s workhorse or his siblings provider, was the game. At first, he couldn’t pay for half the shit he needed to play, but eventually the schools did that for him. They saw how talented he was, and they made sure to take advantage of that, because talent like that sold out games and brought people in.

As he improved, life seemed to get easier. But, his younger brother had finally become old enough to want to contribute. Once he did, he let his father convince him to run for him. Mal did, gladly, but he wasn’t ever smart about it, which was the mistakes that eventually led to Rah taking the charge for him, and spending a year in jail after graduating high school.

Despite the charges, he was able to swing his way back into a state school and get recruited from there. Eventually, the first team he’d signed with made sure that the jail time, and the incident, were erased. Public relations did work their wonders. He was traded to the titans three years ago, but has maintained his residence in Harlow for awhile now.

Potential connections:

Siblings (two brothers, two sisters)

Others who grew up in atlanta

Those affiliated with the titans

Messy exes

Charity volunteers or organizers (be donates heavy and does a lot of outreach/awareness)

Hook ups, friends with benefits, anyone trying to take this dick

The celebrity/influencer/affluent PR hook up/girl/ex

The secret hook up

Someone who tells him he ain’t shit but might want to raise a whole man on the lowkey

Name: Jasiel Santos Diaz

Nickname: Jas, El, Diaz

Age: Twenty Six

Gender and Pronouns: Cis Man, He/Him.

Birthdate and Sign: 1 June, Gemini

Occupation: Firefighter, previously odd jobs around town + onlyfans. 

Education: Graduated military school, and attended online courses to receive a BA in fire technology & science.

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pets: Two rescue pits, Blue and Peach

Traits: Charming, Attentive, Determined (for better or worse), Confident (cocky), Smart, Reckless, Temperamental, Complicated, Stubborn, Sentimental (lowkey)

Triggers: Fire, Family Issues, Sex Work

His family has lived in Hidehill for generations, and for generations they have been successful, upstanding members of society. The first time they experience a brush with tragedy was years ago when his mother was trapped in a fire and eventually rescued by the men and women who would be rightfully claimed as heroes for their actions. It was Jasiel, known as El or Jas that was forever changed because of this, and he claimed from a young age that it was his end goal. He wanted to make a difference, to save people, even if he risked himself doing it.

His mother was always proud of the fact that her youngest son was so touched by her experience that he always stuck to that dream. That didn’t mean, that she was proud of the mistakes he made on the way. His father thought that every one of those mistakes was a tally, not only a black mark on his record but a black mark on the name and reputation their family had in town. Everyone excused the majority of his tom foolery as just that, except his father who never let him forget any time he made even the simplest mistake.

Looking back he realized his father wanted to live his dreams through El. It was why’d he’d pushed for him to play football, but then was kicked from the team for some stunt he’d pulled right before homecoming. It was deserved, he knew that, but he also never took the sport too seriously. He liked it, and he was good at it, but he wasn’t gifted at it like some of the others around. In his eyes, his removal from the team made room for those who truly shone, to do that without his ass getting in the way.

This was the straw that broke the camels back, in the family. His father enlisted him in military school the next semester, and he was pulled from school without much of a word. His choice in the matter was taken away, and he was transported from the only home he’d ever known, to a place that was not only foreign, but one that wanted to take his personality and his free will from him. He came back on breaks and for away weekends, but it wasn’t the same when his father seemed intent on hiding his “mistake of a son”.

Eventually, he turned 18 and returned on his own, even if he had to get his own place and work his way through school online, while busting his ass to try and maintain some kind of balance. He eventually got his BA even if it wasn’t a requirement for the job, and started with the local fire department three years ago. It was then he was able to afford the house in hagfield, thanks to a healthy sign on bonus and money he had saved through working at some of the local businesses and a very lucrative stint on onlyfans. Ever since he turned 18, he’s been cut off from his family, so they didn’t lift a finger to help in his sucres, and he’s proud of himself for that.

Since the disappearances and murders started, he has thought about reaching back out to his parents to try and fix things, but can’t bring himself to do it. Instead, he focuses on the found family he’s built along the way, and friends that feel a hell of a lot more supportive than his own blood ever did.

Connection ideas

Fellow emergency personnel

People who were friend with him growing up and either fell out of touch or are still friends

Hookups, Friends with Benefits, potential for mess with a capital M

The one/two people who know about how shitty his dad was growing up and have that sort of protective/tightness sort of, ride or die, vibes

Someone who was new town and met him when he was home on holiday or something and then thought he ghosted/disappeared on them when he went back to school

People who he’s interacted with on the job, saved from a fire or car crash, etc

Those onlyfans subscribers, tinder/grindr matches, one night stands

Friends, especially those with the “found family” feel

Name: Tempest Kang

Age: Twenty Six

Gender and Pronouns: Non-Binary & They/She.

Birthdate and Sign: 12 July 1996, Cancer

Occupation: Artist, previously bartender & personal assistant

Education: Graduated from community college locally before moving on to Savannah college of Art and Design

Sexuality: Pansexual

Pets: A frenchie named Miles (Davis), an awkward greyhound mix named Nina (Simone), and two Scottish Folds (Frieda and Elton).

Traits: Loud, Opinionated, Loyal, Ready to throw hands, Determined, Creative, Compassionate, Sarcastic (and willing to roast you & your mama), Educated, Expressive, Explosive, Funny, Honest (but brutally so).

Triggers: Identity Struggles, Overdose/Drug use, Parental Death, Plane Crash

At first, growing up was going well for them. They enjoyed having a built in best friend in their sister, and never missed a chance to make people believe they really were inseparable. Their bond with Sasha never changed, but the view of the family was altered easily as they both grew into young adults.

The requirements some of their fathers culture considered normal started to make them uncomfortable early. Sasha had no issues with learning them or dressing up, but Tempest came to hate them damage it would do on their hair and their self image to be forced into dresses, make up, and a bunch of shit now, looking back, they’d tell you they were too young for.

They became the rebel of the two, early. Part of that was because they were, but the other part? It was because they had a tendency to take the fall for their sister, adopting a sort of big sister mentality even if they were twins. They’d always been able to protect Sasha that way, and it was something they’d been proud of. But, that pride definitely took a hard hit and never bounced back when their parents died.

The two of them were separated initially, and Tempest blamed themself for all of it, even the death of their parents. They thought that if they had been easier to deal with, if they hadn’t made everything an uphill battle, hadn’t rebelled so hard, somehow it would have made a difference. Then, when they were separated from Sasha for a year before Rowan took them both in and brought Tempest back to town, they didn’t know what to do.

The year was hell in trying to grieve for not only the loss of their parents but the loss of Sasha. They called, texted, messaged, but it wasn’t the same. Eventually, feeling isolated and hurt, they turned turned to drugs and allowed anything that would silence their pain, and the screaming in their head, until one night they’d taken too many. It wasn’t on purpose, but the effects were the same and three days in the hospital, changed a lot of things.

They saw a therapist after that, they introduced them to art therapy which started to help them heal, but also learn more about something they were already talented with. So, they eventually followed that dream, and was able to put the smallest silver lining on the tragedy that tried to define both them and their sisters life.

Connection ideas

Fellow Artists

Someone/s who cannot stand this bitch (I love a good enemies to lovers, bonus points)

Those who grew up with them

Someone/s who kept in touch when they were isolated after their parents died and moved away for a year

Highschool sweethearts or something along those lines, who knows what’s really happening now

Hook ups with varying levels of complication or lack of and know how to act right and enjoy a simple friends with benefits

The exception to the rule trope

Regulars turned friends from when they were a bartender before

Isabella Rosa Lopez

30

Bisexual

Very confident and chatty girl, got along with everyone in school.

Had a couple fights but they were asking for it, dying for it.

Has no idea who her dad is.

Has a little bit of a temper but honestly people should just stop testing her.

Lives in Hagfield with her mother, they gained the property through her grandparents. They used to produce meat for Hidehill but now it’s just land and animals they care for.

Her family have owned Rose Salon since she was 20 years old, her mother bought it and when she felt she was getting too old to run things she stepped back and Bella took over.

Bella and Jade were very close, they ran in the same circles.

She has had a few serious relationships in her time but they would usually break up because she couldn’t see a future with them.

She’s very family orientated, she will not introduce anyone to her mum unless she thinks they’ll be in her life for a long time.

If you’re her friend then she’s gonna be ride or die for you. You need someone to show up and fight? She’ll be there in a heartbeat. You’re both at a party, drunk and you’re fighting someone? She’s standing by waiting for someone else to jump in so she can throw hands with them for even trying to tag in and jump you like that.

wanted connections

clients

friends

fwb/hook ups/flings

exes

enemies

taken connections