#ithacaintro

hey it’s g again:) this is nora, kinda looks like a taylor swift / lana del rey song. a bitch but hides a giant heart. i also decided that proof reading isn’t a thing. i never heard of it. who put that idea in your head baby? are you having hallucinations? did you take your meds? or was it your friends... this is why i don’t let you hang out with them. also if u see something here that i already put in other bios... no you didn't mind ur business this is MY intro.

'mkay enjoy now xoxo

“i closed off all easy roads leading to me but i’m reachable if you are willing to go the extra mile.”

full name: eleonora ‘nora’ hoffman

age: thirty-seven

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: pansexual

star sign: taurus

date of birth: 13/05/1985

label: the femme fatale

occupation: fashion designer

neighborhood: downtown

alignment: neutral

personality type: entj

hogwarts house: ravenclaw

positive traits: elegant, sophisticated, self-confident, enticing, charismatic, determined, efficient, reliable, strategic, logical, eloquent, independent, meticulous, observant

negative traits: impatient, stubborn, ruthless, unattainable, workhaolic, perfectionist, manipulative, callous, inflexible, assertive, bossy, tactless, hopeless romantic

distinctive traits: very expensive sunglasses, always perfectly, movements so graceful that often make you look like you’re dancing

fashion style: expensive designer clothes most of which you designed that give you the looks of a old-fashioned diva on (has those elvira hancock/holly golightly vibes)

scent: cherry and expensive perfume

bad habits: smoking, overworking

theme song: cherry wine by hozier / baby one more time by the marias BUT ALSO any song from lana del rey rlly feeling watercolor eyes rn

aesthetics:

“i withdraw from people and places from time to time. i need space from a world that is filled with millions of mouths that talk too much, and never have anything to say.”

driving a motorcycle in high heels. sharp fingers tapping on a wine glass. a collection of vintage cabriolet cars you can pick from everyday. thigh high. knowing al the buttons to press to break a man. lipstick stains on linen napkins. a honey toned voice spewing harsh words never having to raise your town to assert yourself. a martini glass. stomping on scarlet kissed cigarette buts with stiletto heels. always being an inpactful presence everyone notices too many sets of silk lingerie night dresses with matching nightgowns. hair falling perfectly on your shoulders without any effort. never being overdressed, it’s the others that are underdressed. being fashionably late. an unmissable smile the sun is jealous of. being used to feeling everyone’s eyes on you. a hint of malice in the glimmer of your eyes. natural flair that appears easy everytime you move.  not being too expressive because it will give you wrinkles. a love out of a fairytale. dining by the tour eiffel at night. lace gloves. waking up at dawn to do your yoga exercises and your morning run.  never eating junkfood. expensive white wine or champagne. playing god. watching all your dreams crumble in front of your eyes. a heart that tries to burn under layers of ice.

character references:

“and here you come with a shiled for a heart and a sword for a tongue.”

jane smith ( ms & mr smith ) , katherine pierce ( the vampire diaries ), mrs robinson ( the graduate ) , coco chanel ( coco chanel ) , miranda priestly ( the devil wears prada ), spencer hastings ( pretty little liars ), fiona gallagher ( shameless) kathani sharma ( bridgerton ) , fallon morrell carrington ( dynasty ), blair waldrof ( gossip girls )

personality:

“when i was younger i used to say i would never end up this way.”

appearance:

not many dare to even look at you in the eye, switching gazes when you catch them staring. you’re unattainable, unapproachable, the independent, bossy woman who will take no one’s words but hers. people swallw down harshly when talking to you, often not looking at you in the eye, your patience is thin and they fear of surpassing the line: the smiles you offer hide sharp canines that you’re not afraid to show. you hate small talks and circling around the subject without tackling it headfirst, you always want to get straight to the point without fake pleasentries. you say things for how they are no matter how hurtful, and your eyes burn on people’s figure when you use them to scrutinize their behavior, clothes and attitude, though you observe and not judge, but if something doesn’t result appealing to you you will voice it without problems. you hold such authority that you never need to raise your voice, you always speak in the same hony tone, it’s the other that lower theirs. you have your way without any troubles, people take your words as law, and when you don’t you’re not afraid to raise hell always with elegance and flair. you could walk to hell and back and your perfect makeup would remain untouched.

to friends:

you’re not one for sentimental stuff so you’ll never admit it, but you deeply love your friends and find way to show it every day. your love languages are gift giving and quality time. if it comes to giving advice it depends on your mood and what is asked of you, sometimes you’ll roll your eyes and tell them to stop being so sensitive, othertimes you’ll pour a glass of wine and try to find the best words in your wide dictionary. your friends are not many, but true, as it’s difficult to find someone who won’t annoy you and you blocked all the roads to you, plus not everyone finds your presence pleasing. but you’re loyal, and even though sometimes you can be a little too detouched and harsh, you still find your ways to be likeable. not that you care, if you can call them friends it either means that they’ve accepted all your bad traits or that they share the same as yours. but behin layers and layers of cold ice you hide the warmest heart that at time shows, but you’re quick to lock it back in. you always love a good time and a good laugh.

to lovers:

you learnt from a young age that you could have anyone hooked just by the way you moved, quickly mastering the act of seduction. but you finished sleeping around the time you met your boyfriend. love interests you now more than ever, you wish and seek someone able to wrap their arms around you and warm your chest, you want to love with every fiber of your being. but that would mean tearing your defences down and you’re not to keen about it, it’s easier to keep wielding the sword to everyone who steps too close. but you never stopped flirting, it comes easy for you as you’re seductive in almost everything you do. you like keeping them on their toes, especially men, you like seeing their faces as they desperately try to hang on to your fingers, you take pleasure in their desperation. it is a little different with women but you always wish to be worshipped and desired. you’ve got a captivating smile and eyes that lure in victims, it’s your hands that then keeps them locked. but now things with your boyfriend aren’t going so great, perhaps you’ll fall into old habits, or you’ll keep your head high in the search for love.

we’re going to say this is a bit of a work in progress as she’s brand new, but lets see where this takes us for now.

born and raised in ithaca, your girl is a local- and with a town like this who would ever wanna leave am i right?

only child, happy childhood- kaia was and always has been a spitfire of a women. aquarius sun, scorpio moon, libra rising - if you know, you know

 mom always encouraged and showed how to stand up for her beliefs and dreams. don’t let no one tell you you can’t do something baby!

she always hand a way with figuring people out, breaking things down and the gift of insight and decided to use it for good in high school. 

currently finishing up her degree in psychology and working part time at a florist. 

growing up with a family into holistic medicine and herbalism - she always had a love of plants and the beauty of life they give. she also loves a good aesthetic okayy? 

personality, as i stated above she’s a spitfire, mythical creature who could be your best friend or someone you’ll never disrespect twice, your girl isn’t afraid to tell you what she thinks and you’ll always know where you stand with her. she doesn’t play no games. well, maybe a little but only when it’s a good time. 

she loves horror movies, autumn is her favorite season, very into spiritualism, yogi for LIFE.

I. stats

full name: holden theodore newman

gender & pronouns: cis-male, he/him

age & birthday: 25, april 13th, 1997

area of residence: downtown ithaca

housing: east hill, loft

occupation: accountant

school & major: recently graduated with a mps in accounting

time in town: a year

II. background

born in new canaan, ct. his mother was a broke socialite (not really broke, she still was richer than the average american but ya know nowhere as rich as before) and a doctor.

back to his mom, she belongs to a very known and old family in the us (think the vanderbilts bc yes that’s the family i based this from) but holden doesn’t really talk about them and really doesn’t know that side of his family well.

his dad, au contraire, had humble beginnings and worked hard to pay his way through college and med school. they met in 1994, at the hospital he worked at and well they fell in love and holden was born 3 years later.

was the perfect mix of his parents’ personalities. he share his mom’s love for art and his father’s thirst for knowledge. overall, he was very curious and sensible kid.

not the most committed student. he was always living in his own world, dreaming of the worlds he read in books or watched in films. however, he was naturally smart and so he did good at school.

death tw: his father passed away when he was eleven years old and from that moment on it was as if something within him died as well.

holden and his mom drifted apart after that since none of them knew how to share their grief with the other.

his mom began spending a looooot of money. so much that made holden anxious and he used to go to bed thinking about the family’s finances which, ya know, no thirteen year old should be concerned about that.

matured very fast, pretty much missed his teenage years and couldn’t wait to go to college and idk being thirty, flirty and thriving.

attended university in pennsylvania and while he wanted to study something related to art he ended up taking accounting and finance (rip) because google told him it was a stable career path.

lived briefly in london where he did a masters degree before coming back to the us.

worked for a firm for two years but a year ago he enrolled in a one-year program at cornell and he’s been living in ithaca ever since. he is still unsure if he’s gonna stay longer.

! ! one important piece of information is that he lies a bit about his background. he doesn’t mention he grew up in connecticut, instead says he grew up in maine (where his dad is from) and that he had a very average middle class upbringing which is not the case bc even if his family wasn’t extremely wealthy as before he still grew up very very comfortable. ! !

III. personality

if you are into personality tests and all that stuff here’s the tea: intj, type 6 (enneagram), type a, phlematic (temperament), lawful good, aries, ravenclaw.

cynical idealist, skeptical by nature, covertly hopeless romantic, walking paradox, inadvertently tactless.

has a very quixotic personality and even if he tries to conceal it, he still daydreams a lot.

he is still very sensible not even life can take that away from him so please no one cries in front him or he will leave so he doesn’t cry and start a vicious cycle of crying. no one wants that.

a worrier. he worries about everyyything and he just can’t help it which makes him a bit uptight.

very organized, i guess some could say, he’s a bit neurotic.

competitive so don’t invite him to trivia night

wouldn’t say he’s shy but he is indeed very reserved and rarely talks about himself.

extremely critical and most of his criticism is directed at himself but he can be a bit judgmental but never with malice.

dry, dark and sarcastic sense of humor that sometimes is not welcomed. especially because he’s very tactless so he doesn’t have that comedic timing so it comes across as questionable. the type that makes him go like “it’s a joke btw” and people just awkwardly laugh and walk away.

actually fun to be around when he feels comfortable or stress free aka once a year.

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬.

name: kit sloane age: 22 birthdate: october 10th, 2002 occupation: florist at flourish, bartender at daddy’s neighbourhood: downtown time in ithaca: her entire life

𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬.

tattoos: stars on her fingers   scars: one on the bend of a knee as a result of falling from a tree climbed in childhood, another on an ankle from a neighbour’s demon dog   spotify most played: 8 hour white noise   style: worn high-waisted denim, a worn band tee she knows too much about, lacy bralettes visible beneath tops either sheer or buttons undone, a sundress hitched an inch too short vehicle: none, kit had an old beater that she sold to make mortgage payments on her family home. she has a bike, but tends to walk instead  

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭.

tw: death

she is raised in ithaca in an eyesore of a home; overgrown lawn, a shutter hanging on by a sole screw, enveloped in chainlink. her mother leaves in the night when she’s young, leaving kit to be raised by her father. he tries his best, nodding along as he listens intently to her otherworldly rambles. between the two of them, love and light blooms in equal parts, and kit ages blind to how little they have.

her mother’s desire to flee is inherited, though in kit it is shrugged off as a nomadic nature, as a remedy to the insatiable boredom of an only child raised by a single parent working two jobs to make ends meet. so she wanders ithaca from adolescence onward, until she explains that she must see more, and promptly following high school graduation kit leaves with the promise of a prompt return. 

she wanders for two years, each destination punctuated with a postcard home to her father that always ends with an i’ll be home soon. but kit doesn’t return until she receives a voicemail from ithaca’s sheriff, who informs her of her father’s sudden passing. 

recently returned, kit is left choking on the twine of grief and guilt, with how she should’ve been there. regret is heavy and prompts her unable to yet return to her childhood home, so she rents a rundown apartment downtown that is further left bare by her naive insistence that her stay there is so temporary she doesn’t need much decor, that she’ll be back to her other home soon. 

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬.

name: rhys rhodes age: 24 birthdate: december 1st, 1998 occupation: unemployed, student at cornell neighbourhood: cayuga heights

𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬.

tattoos: house number on his side scars: many, mainly wounds from fight club that didn’t heal properly   style: black tees that are stupid expensive, jeans that are ripped at the knees, sleeves rolled to the bends of elbows 

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭.

tw: violence, abuse

the murmurs of glory have nearly ceased by the time the third rhodes is born - a brother proceeds you, the sun fleshed out in mundane form, a lustrous visage of each reverie your father could have envisioned for an heir. a sister follows shortly after, gilded features tethered to the wit of a raven, your mother’s favoured companion. a utopian visage of a foursome, an american ideal for the kin of a media mogul, swiftly fissured by the addition of another.

last born, the tips of your digits only know fragments, leftovers — and perhaps it is there, in the soil of resentment, where your anger takes root. it grows bulbous between the ridges of your spine, coats the satin of your tongue acidic; you’re indifferent to how your mother recoils at the porcelain that leaves your grasp in a hurl to shatter at walls nearby as long as she looks your way, how your father attempts to settle your ire with a fist to the crescent of your mouth, but it’s the only time you’ve touched.

you become feral for what scraps you’re tossed: the glacial disappointment, anger’s inferno; you grow starved for it, dependant on it, you stir chaos simply to stoke a reaction: an ambassador’s daughter pressed bare to a window’s expanse makes headlines before morning, you stroll to premiers on a starlets arm with a split lip and a shit-eating grin. how easily you age to be a mar to the rhode’s gleam, or so your father spits, and how well it suits you: you’re darkness spread languid to a rooms centre, a bruise that all can’t help but wish to sink their digits into.

your arrival to ithaca is calculated, departing from our father’s alma mater a year before your senior and enrolling in cornell instead intended to unravel your father like never before, and oh how it does; you have never seen his knuckles so white as when they are swung to greet your jaw, when he does not let up until your brother tugs him off. 

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬.

name: michael andres villegas

nicknames: mickey, mick

age: twenty-eight.

gender identity: cis-male.

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: bisexual.

birthday: august 4th, 1993.

star sign: leo.

occupation: first year professor at cornell: teaches italian and spanish, as well as introductory communications classes.

neighbourhood: cayuga heights

place of birth: providence, rhode island

height: 6′2

𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬.

tattoos: a storm cloud on his forearm, a dove on his collar and a few other bits and pieces

spotify most played: little dark age by MGMT

style: a bit loud, jeans with cut knees and patterned shirts unbuttoned low. when he’s at work it’s more professional but he always has some rings on and too many chains.

vehicle: a jet black g-wagon, mercedes amg gt r in green hell magno and a kawasaki ninja h2r bike

addictions: smokes cigs, probably drives too fast, really fuckin loves cannoli

info. ( full bio linked here )

trigger warnings: car crash mention

mick is truly mr. international, born in RI but at five he moved to milan, italy. his mom married an italian, bada boom bada bing he spent most of his youth catapulting between italy and america and loving it a lot

his mom is the third generation of an american land development company that has started recently to go overseas, so he has had the luxury of being ~~~ financially comfortable over the years

went to Cornell, acted up a fool but did very well in his studies, unfortunately for him he has the issue of getting very Bored and after graduation continued to act a fool, racing cars, basic adrenaline junkie rich boy shit. he finally got his act together after getting in a bad car crash, and his mom and sister were like :/ mick pls u must grow up

mick was like, ya ur right besties this is Bad and his mom offered to buy him a big house in Ithaca, and to let him live there and work there as long as he was financially dependent from her and could pay the bills

so! mick went back to school in NY, did all the stuff ya gotta do- got his masters, then polished off a doctorate. he’s in cayuga heights in a gorgina lake house with too many rooms for himself and a lil weenie dog named chowder 

he’s grown up a lot since moving back and as a result, mickey’s also mellowed out a ton. he’s still loud and bright and boisterous, but there’s a side to him that champions all that is kind and caring and considerate. he’s a good boy, and he puts a lot of himself into his teaching and what he does. it is his first year as a professor, and he’s giving it his best shot and he rly hopes that his students love him so so much bc he’s trying his hardest

some fun headcanons.

He’s a morning person, but he’s also one of those people that seems to have energy at all hours. Work for him starts early, but he’s never seemed to mind- rising at 7am with his coffee, regardless of what ungodly hour he went to bed the night before

Despite the fact that he should be a pillar of the community, and he’s had bad experiences before- Mickey likes to race. He owns a sexy lil mercedes coupe (there is an italian stallion decal on it, what of it), but he races it for kicks, ripping down the empty streets outside of town

He also drives a motorcycle in the summer, a kawasaki that he loves to pieces, but when he’s just going to the grocery store, he also has a black g-wagon that sounds less like it’s about to punch a hole in the ozone layer every time it idles at a stop light and also doubles as an excellent off-roading weekend option.

Secretly listens to Billie Eilish when no one’s around, has probably been caught singing Ocean Eyes in the shower, sue him!

Because he’s a rebel without a cause, he has a weirdly large collection of socks with wild prints

Of all the things he’s particular with, the biggest however is his hair care routine. It takes WORK to get those curls and he’s very proud of them, pls touch his hair it is v soft

He speaks three languages fluently; English, Italian and Spanish. He’s trying to learn a bit of French, but right now it’s just bits and pieces.

During fifa or the euro cup, he morphs into the absolute worst kind of human being. Mickey loves soccer and he cheers for Italy, emblazoning every inch of his property in the flags and falling headfirst into the season. His love of the sport bleeds into his extracurriculars and he’s spearheaded the effort to have an adult’s soccer league on weekends to get some energy out