#juniper.intro

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full name: willow anne stevens nicknames/aliases: weezie age: 36 dob: july 14, 1989 place of birth: cinncinati, ohio current residence: cedar creek, juniper bay ethnicity: african american gender: cis woman pronouns: she/her orientation: demisexual panromantic religion: deconstructed christian occupation: farmer, volunteer at bette's house

physical.

faceclaim: nathalie emmanuel height: 5'7 weight: 132lbs eyes: brown hair: dark brown, textured usually kept long and in updos build: slim tattoos: sun and moon on right shoulder, bee tattoo on inside of left wristpiercings: earlobes, they love funky or artsy earrings distinguishing marks: n/a

personality.

zodiac: cancer mbti: isfj, the defender alignment: chaotic good likes: the sound of old rhythm and blues in the morning, a good cappuccino, wildflowers growing near her home, the sound of isaac's laughter, salted caramel, art in its many, many forms dislikes: feeling trapped, winter with the exception of the christmas season, most white wines, the smell of freshly-cut grass, going to big cities favorite color: yellow and pink are a dead tie positive traits: endlessly warm, eager to help, quick to stand up for others negative traits: a little cagey, reluctant to build deep relationships, prone to self-isolation scent: cinnamon and bergamont

relationships.

parents: rosemary stevens (mother, alpha), andrew stevens (father, omega) siblings: older brother children: isaac watson pets: a tabby named grace, a golden retriever named poppy, several chickens, two goats named linus and lucy partner(s): none for now

biography (tw: domestic violence, addiction).

willow was born into a cozy little life. her parents were dairy farmers, and active members in a local church. willow remembers days in the kitchen with her father, helping him bake for community bake sales, helping her mother with the cows, it was as picturesque an upbringing as one could hope for. she had an easy time making friends in school and around town, she was supported in her dreams to continue in her parents' footsteps and become a farmer herself, she took up pottery and became interested in art, she graduated a perfectly average student, and that was perfectly fine with her.

college introduced her to a whole new world. and one of the people in that world was ethan - an alpha environmental science major just like her, originally from miami. he too was interested in farming, but not as much as he was interested in willow herself. the two fell in love over long study sessions, late-night campus walks, and the occasional dorm party. she happily took him home for the holidays to introduce him to her family, and by the time the two graduated they were happily engaged and ready to start a perfect life together.

it took them five years after getting married, but the two alphas were blessed with a beautiful boy - isaac. named for the immediate joy and laughter he brought into their lives. isaac became the most important thing in her whole life. willow spent countless nights rocking their newborn to sleep, imagining the life ahead of her - happy days raising her son the exact same way her parents raised her. her son would watch her and ethan live out a love story the same way she watched her parents, they'd love him and support him as he grew into an adult. it'd be perfect.

but life is never really perfect, is it? things rarely ever go according to plan. and unfortunately for willow, the perfect life they planned on living crumbled away. a strange distance began growing between her and ethan; she knew he was hiding something, she just didn't know what. not until she found the stash of empty bottles in the barn loft. that night, after putting isaac to bed, willow waited for ethan to return from helping another farm across town so they could talk. it was supposed to be a simple confrontation, something coming from a place of love. but what followed was a fight unlike anything they'd ever done before - a fight that ended with ethan putting his hands on her.

it became a regular thing. for years, willow tried to make excuses, believing that if she could only get through to ethan things could go back to normal. but you can't help people who don't want to be helped, and her efforts only seemed to fuel his rage towards her. ashamed, willow kept the abuse from everyone around her, but her father started seeing through the cracks and finally stepped in. willow and isaac returned to her childhood home. the divorce papers came soon after. but even after signing them and finalizing the divorce, willow felt horrible. not everyone in town knew what had happened, which meant people felt comfortable casting judgement. as much as she loved her town, she no longer felt peace here.

it was her mother who came up with a solution. her aunt was moving to be closer to her own kids, leaving behind a gorgeous little farm in a small town out in oregon. rosemary was certain her sister would sell the place to willow - and sell it she did. without telling anyone beyond her mother and father, willow packed her and isaac's things and left in the middle of the night, never to return.

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full name: oliver grant hendricks nicknames/aliases: ollie, liver (only stevie gets away with that) age: 26 dynamic: omega dob: may 2, 1995 place of birth: emerald cove, juniper bay current residence: alder, juniper bay ethnicity: caucasian gender: trans man pronouns: he/him orientation: bisexual religion: agnostic occupation: nurse in the amity medical center emergency department

physical.

faceclaim: joe keery height: 5'10 weight: 160lbs eyes: brown hair: dark brown, thick, kept pretty shaggy build: fit tattoos: none... yet? piercings: upper earlobes, nipple piercings distinguishing marks: freckles all over, multiple moles and beauty marks

personality.

zodiac: taurus mbti: infp, the mediator alignment: chaotic good likes: sleaze hipster, trying new recipes he found online, stealing his sister's pets to cuddle with, the concept of the 70s, dark chocolate, binging shows on his days off, hanging out at home or in people's homes, looking at art, listening to music and maladaptively daydreaming dislikes: sad movies, baking, being in any form of water beyond the immediate shoreline or a backyard pool, needles (ironic isn't it?) favorite color: red positive traits: extremely patient, consciously helpful, outspoken about causes that matter to him negative traits: can't resist gossip for the life of him, will fall for a gullible trick at least once, lowkey easily ragebaited scent: cherries, birch, and almond

relationships.

parents: blanca montrose-hendricks (mother, beta), jack hendricks (father, alpha) siblings: three older brothers, stevie hendricks (older sister) children: none, but he's beginning to get baby fever pets: techbically none, but nyx and kas are kinda his, right? partner(s): elliot markovich, but it's complicated

biography (tw: mild transphobia).

growing up in a stuffy old house with stuffy old parents and (mostly) stuffy older siblings, it takes time to develop any sense of self. oliver was always the perfect kid, did whatever he was told because he didn't really know there was any other option. sure, he hated it, all the kids in emerald cove hated it, but that was life - you play nice, you get a bullshit degree, you marry whichever partner your parents approve on and you let the cycle contonue on, right?

wrong, apparently.

it all started, of course, with the gnawing, god-awful feeling that maybe he wasn't the perfect youngest daughter his parents wanted him to be. not because he wasn't trying to be perfect, no - he wasn't so sure he was a girl. and while he was busy figuring that out, his older sister was busy figuring herself out - letting friends pierce her ears, getting super into goth, proclaiming her love for boys and for girls and getting a job at the witchy spot downtown. everybody says their sibling is the coolest, but as a young teenager seeing her come into her own, developing an actual personality beyond the weird masks everyone in their neck of the woods wore, oliver became certain his sister really was the coolest.

it was easy, learning from her. figuring out who he was and what he liked. what he wanted to be called. and while his parents showed no interest in calling him oliver or acknowledging him as a boy, stevie was always there backing him up, hyping him up, making sure he knew he had someone rooting for him. they were thick as thieves, the two of them - which was why it stung so bad when she moved to alder.

it wasn't her fault, their parents had been on the verge of literally kicking her out. but alder was in completely different territory, and his parents forbade him from going. so when he wasn't in school, he was at the witching hours, hanging out with her and chatting with the other workers. stevie encouraged him to leave town for college, give himself time and space away from his parents. and while her apartment was too cramped for him to crash in whenever he came back for holidays, they continued their tradition of spending their days in the shop, or other spots downtown.

four years in portland changed a lot; stevie moved from an apartment to a house, oliver legally changed his name and started hrt, and uncovered his own attraction to boys and girls alike. it was a freeing time, he was able to fully get a grasp on the person he was, and the person he wanted to be. and the person he wanted to be was never going to be able to live in emerald cove again. so stevie's place it was. it's nothing like the veritable mansion they grew up in, but he's got a nice view of the nearby woods from his bedroom window and he loves her pets, he's happier here than he's ever been back home.

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full name: brice taylor wilson nicknames/aliases: b age: 34 dynamic: omega dob: march 12, 1991 place of birth: detroit, michigan current residence: colt beach, juniper bay ethnicity: caucasian gender: cis man pronouns: he/him orientation: demisexual biromantic religion: he has no clue occupation: attending physician at amity medical center

physical.

faceclaim: sebastian stan height: 6'0 weight: 172lbs eyes: blue hair: dark brown, thick, kind of shaggy but overall neat build: fit tattoos: laika on his left bicep, guitar on his right arm, snoopy and woodstock beneath his laika tattoo, crows on inner right wrist piercings: n/a distinguishing marks: n/a

personality.

zodiac: pisces mbti: istj, the logistician alignment: chaotic neutral likes: old jazz, hallmark movies (he'll die before he shares that with anyone), cooking something really nice for himself, days off where he can burrow into his nest and not be bothered, sunny mornings, summer rains dislikes: rain any other time of year, long social outings, anything that tastes too strongly of lemon or of artificial cherry, workplace drama (he's not having a good time right now), black coffee favorite color: brown positive traits: popular with his patients, a true romantic at heart, very in touch with his emotions despite always acting like he's not negative traits: can't show his emotions for shit, hesitant to go after what he wants, brushes things off so much you just might think he doesn't care scent: coffee and vanilla

relationships.

parents: mary wilson (mother, omega), arthur wilson (father, alpha) siblings: one younger brother children: none :( pets: also none :(( partner(s): :(((

biography.

in a city as big as detroit, it's easy to feel a little bit lonely. brice and his family lived in an apartment in a not-so-privileged part of town, a building cramped with more residents than their leases might have suggested. he went to a school with hundreds of kids, he made friends and did well enough in class that his teachers usually liked him. his kid brother tagged along everywhere he went, even if brice wished he'd hang out with kids his own age. he pretended not to hear his parents fuss about bills some nights, and tried not to think about it too much when he'd hear sirens ring out in the night. it wasn't the cushiest life, but brice had loved it anyway.

thing was, it still managed to feel lonely. he made friends knowing they didn't feel as strongly as he did about their relationship, he had one casual relationship before realizing he hated the idea and swearing off romances until he found someone he could be serious with, and every night he wound up in bed wondering if the unwelcome sense of isolation would ever go away. it was his mother, mary, who eventually caught on and suggested a change of scenery. it's hard to feel connected in a city so big, so why not try somewhere a little smaller?

she told him stories of the small town she'd lived in as a young child - juniper bay, just outside portland. and it sounded lovely, a close community where you could actually feel the difference you made, where you knew everyone's name. but oregon was a long way from michigan, from the apartment he'd lived his whole life in. so brice kept the idea on the back burner, graduated high school, and moved on to college. between his firefighter father and social worker mother, brice developed a strong desire to help people, and after a long talk with a former nurse-turned teacher his senior year, he decided to go into medicine. brice got himself a psychology degree in detroit, and after a short gap year to really think it through, the omega decided to leave michigan behind and head west.

after four years in med school out in salem, brice got a residency at amity medical center in juniper bay. and it was here that, for the first time in his life, he truly fell in love. elliot markovich was a brand-new attending psysician at time, there were hundreds of obvious reasons not to look too deep into the feelings blossoming in his chest - but those feelings were blossoming, there was no denying it. the best brice could do was ignore them and focus on his training. his residency in the emergency department only cemented for him that this was where he wanted to work, and so after completion he became an attending himself, staying at amity and within the town he'd come to consider home.

of course, years of residency meant he'd spent a lot of time with elliot - which meant his feelings only grew. even after becoming an attending, he was hesitant to bring it up. but, entering his thirties, brice was beginning to feel a sense of urgency. with no love life to speak of and a longing for a mate and family of his own, he was starting to realize his only two options were to either bury these feelings for elliot and put himself out there, or lay it all on the line. and after years of trying the first option, brice decided it was time to be bold and put his feelings out there. the plan was to wait until the end of their shift. brice came in bright and early, butterflies fluttering in his gut like he was teenager again -

but the butterflies died down after he caught the kiss.

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full name: azizi kotas nicknames/aliases: azi, zee age: 31 dynamic: beta dob: january 21, 1994 place of birth: brooklyn, new york current residence: downtown juniper bay ethnicity: greek, egyptian gender: masc nonbinary pronouns: they/them orientation: panromantic gray-ace religion: agnostic occupation: owner of odd ends

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faceclaim: rami malek height: 5'7 weight: 143lbs eyes: green hair: dark brown, often dyed black, usually kept very short build: lithe tattoos: plant on their shoulder piercings. earlobes, they often wear small gold hoops or jeweled studs distinguishing marks: n/a

personality.

zodiac: aquarius mbti: infj, the advocate alignment: chaotic neutral likes: instrumental music, old literature, people watching, a dry red wine, watching re-runs of barefoot contessa, taking their friends to jazz lounges, gift-giving, fall mornings, a good beef stew, coffee, attending estate sales dislikes: heatwaves, that god-forsaken mall, chocolate and peppermint together (even though they love both on their own), the texture of cooked tomatoes, waking up and the sun being way too bright favorite color: green positive traits: thorough in everything they do, considerate of others, honest in a kind way negative traits: never really feels like they fit in, too sentimental to part with things easily, wary of everyone ever upon first meeting scent: sandalwood and olive oil

relationships.

parents: layla kotas (mother, beta), alexandra kotas (mother, alpha) siblings: none children: none pets: a calico named clementine who wanders about the store when they're working partner(s): none... yet

biography.

azizi's mothers met in college through a mutual friend. the vivacious layla won over the more serious alexandra, and the pair began a passionate romance soon after. they simply couldn't imagine a life without each other - even if that's precisely what their families want. with layla's family trying to arrange a marriage between her and another beta closer to her wealth and family status, and alexandra's family not liking the idea of their daughter being with a beta, they found they had very few people in their corner. but they had each other, and that was ultimately enough for the girls to elope and move out to new york together.

layla landed a job as a fashion magazine editor, while alexandra followed her dreams and became a teacher. they lived in a gorgeous brownstone together, with a couple of cats and a true sense of contentment with their lives. and it was into this environment that azizi was born. the baby was a surprise, but a welcome one indeed. azizi grew up perhaps a little spoiled, but unconditionally loved and supported. their every interest was supported, there was never at any point worry that their parents might not accept their identity, it was truly the best upbringing a child could have.

despite this environment, though, azizi still grew up rather isolated. they were always seen as the odd one out by their peers - always a little detached, too quiet or spacey for other kids to really want to hang out. azizi didn't always mind this, they valued their alone time, but it stung from time to time. they graduated high school without any close friends, and graduated college in a similar state - there were a few people they kind of clicked with, but they hadn't made any of the connections they truly wanted.

for a few years, azizi worked with layla at the magazine, but they ultimately came to realize that editing wasn't their passion. it took some months of self-searching, but ultimately the beta came to realize they wanted to strike out and start something completely new, all on their own. with their mothers' blessings and support, azizi decided to relocate. initially, the plan had been to move out to portland, where alexandra's brother and his children lived, but after one of their cousins took them to juniper bay to visit the drive-in, they fell in love with the town.

NAME: Kolton 'Kolt' Jameson Schipper AGE: Thirty-Nine HOMETOWN: Miami, FL RESIDENCE: Brookstone HOUSE: https://www.realtor.com/realestateandhomes-detail/9-W-Oak-Ave_Moorestown_NJ_08057_M50576-60782 OCCUPATION: Psychiatrist STATUS: Single

Family: Born to Jameson and Sherry Schipper in Miami, FL on December 21st was a little man name Kolt. He was the first of four more children to follow and boy was he a handful. From the start the parents of Kolt knew they would have their hands full. As a child he certainly had a set of lung and he was never scared to use them. Through the years his parents had assumed that it would be something he would grow out of but it only got worse. In grade school Kolt stayed in trouble for minor pranks, putting tacks on his teachers chairs or cutting the girl's hair in front of him. It was one thing after another and as his family grew and more siblings came his parents were having a harder time focusing on the trouble. With that being said as high school came the trouble only escalated into things that were far worse.

Kolten easily began hanging out with the wrong crowd from freshman year and caught himself being taken home by the police on more occasions that his family would have liked to admit. Though his parents would just scold him and pay Kolt's way our of everything. That was until graduation night when his friends and him took things way too far. One thing led to another (secret) which landed Kolt in some serious trouble.. once again his parents found a way to pay his pay out of it though this time they gave him a ultimatum. From then on he did things his parents way with no complaints or questions. Kolt spent a lot of his time in college getting his degree and license to open open his own therapist office. He had figured with his own experience he could offer a lot of help. Even the older he had gotten he still took the advice of his parents because he felt like he owed it to them because they saved him from a bad situation.

Relationships: Through his young years Kolt had no problem with the ladies he was never a one lady kind of man. That was until he had decided to go back to college to work towards his schooling and license to be a psychiatrist. One day while he was on campus he had seen a beautiful blonde from across the yard and he knew then and there she was his person. It was something he just couldn't explain. Their love story had started there and everything happened so quickly for Kolt. The man had no trouble falling head over heels in love with the fun and vibrant woman. She was everything he could imagine in a partner and more. She was caring, loving, compassionate and the best part of it was the fun the two could have. There was never an awkward silence and never a struggle to think of things to talk about. Everything just came easy for the two of them and in no time the two were living together.

However not everyone loved the woman, Sherri was beyond worried for her son. They had helped him get on this straight and narrow path where they had hoped that he would meet a wealthy and mature woman. (not that his girlfriend wasnt mature, but his mother would argue that). She didn't like the silliness and fun side that her son had started to show when he was with Lena and it worried her that maybe he would change their plan. For the first time since he was a teen he had went against what his mother had wanted for him. He refused to leave Lena because she was his soulmate and he loved her. This only infuriated the woman and after trying to make his girlfriend's life a living hell for ten years only to find out her son had proposed to this 'monster'. It only made things intensify and her anger grow more and more out of control. On their second year of their engagement Kolt was ready to settle down and give her his last name. He had talked of starting a family with her and with that he wanted them to go ahead and be married. The idea was beyond exciting for him and he couldn't wait to be a happily married family man who now had his psychiatrist license and own business to provide. Unknowingly thanks to the medaling of his mother that drove his fiancé away before that could all happen.

Sanem Emel Arslan grew up in a small house in Juniper with her parents, two emotionally immature people who likely shouldn't have had kids. They divorced when she was six, Leyla getting full custody with Ahmet getting visitation.

Despite Leyla bouncing from rich husband to rich husband, Ahmet still had to pay out most of his paycheck for child support. Sanem was able to attend the best schools, but it meant she couldn't see her father as often as she liked.

Her teenage years came with rebellion. She began sneaking around at 15, drinking and smoking. With the release of alcohol, she found a freedom from her stifling life. She no longer felt the insanity of her mother or the resentment of her father. By the time she was 18, she was an alcoholic.

With her mother's money, thankfully, Sanem could go to art school and she could pursue her passion. Art school came with strings, according to her stepfather: she had to remain sober throughout and her rebellion had to stop. She became excellent at hiding her drunken fits and her hangovers all through art school and her early twenties.

It wasn't until she befriended a tattoo artist that she saw something she could potentially excel in, but there was a catch: she had to have a steady hand that didn't come with alcoholism.

Family Life // Past // Present

Jada was born in Atlanta, Ga. Her mother and father were wonderful parents and raised Jada the best they could. Jay had been a very intelligent woman and exceeded in everything she had put her mind to. However when she became a young teen she had slowly began to rebel however there was no room for anything less than perfect in the Malone household. Jada's older brother who was 24 by the time had offered his parents to let her move to New York where he could help keep a better eye on her and a new change of scenery. Her father, wanting her to have all the best opportunities in life, agreed and when she was 17 years old she had moved clear across the states to New York.  After that Jay never forgave her father and mother for uprooting her life and sending her away.

In New York Jada had started off doing well but after she had graduated and started college she grew bored once again of normal life  J quickly sniffed out the trouble.... That was because her brother had recently began working for a man who ran a powerful drug trade in NYC. Crossing paths with the man a few times had been just enough to catch the man’s interest. Before Jada knew it the two had been seeing each other and were wildly in love, or at least she had thought. She had married the man once she turned 21 where she stayed married until she was 26. 

Throughout the years of her time with her husband Jada had became so fascinated with the business side of the drug trade. The money wasn’t all that bad either as her husband had always dressed her in designer from head to toe and made sure she never left without something pretty on her neck. It didn’t take long for for the woman to find out just what her body could get her. With her husband always busy and now shutting her out from the business she had strayed off sleeping with men throughout the city. If there was something that Jay had wanted she was sure to get it with a beautiful smile and her striking body. Not to mention sneaking around her husband's back was a rush all on it’s own. As their marriage was getting rocky Jay had met Mattie. Mattie had once flirted with J and she had turned him down rather harshly. However what she didn’t know was that his flirting was all part of a plan to get revenged on her husband.

Regardless of turning Matti down the female had grown interested in him as it seemed that he had wanted her to work for him instead. After seeing how he had handled himself and ran a business she had engulfed herself in his lifestyle. There was something about the other that capitated Jada and she was all in for whatever he had wanted.  Taking her under his wing and showing her just handle and deal with everything. It was truly what Jada had wanted to do in her now husband’s business but he had refused any help from her. All she was supposed to do was sit back and look pretty, be the approachable face. 

The two had conquered New York, side by side, partners in crime, and it wasn’t long before Matti had talked moving to a smaller town. Jada didn’t think twice about it being his right hand woman meant she would follow him to the ends of the earth if that was what needed to happen. Which was good that she had because no sooner than they had arrived to Juniper they already had a plan together of how they would make a name for themselves there. They needed the mayor on their side if they were going to get away with the things they did. Jada quickly suggested that she would sleep with the man and record it for blackmail. Once that tape was made the two of them had their way paved. 

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Full Name: Nathan Andrew Jones Nickname(s): Nate, probably idiot or dummy, depending Age: Twenty-six Height: 5′8″ Gender & Pronouns: Cis-male & he/him Orientation: Pansexual Hometown: Caldwell, Texas Residential Area: Sycamore Apartments, Juniper, WA Occupation:  Freelance stuntman/part-time cleaner at the Metro Theatre

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Born and raised in Caldwell, Texas, Nate is one of the middle children from a family of six. His parents got married when they were seventeen, just months before his first sibling was born, and they are married to this day. Happy or not, that is up for discussion, however, it’s one that no one is allowed to bring up.

The family had inherited a farm from his grandparents, and that was where Nate had spent most of his time in. Whenever he wasn’t in school, he was working there, and whenever he wasn’t working there, he was dancing.

It was a hobby of his that his parents didn’t really tolerate. There weren’t many classes he could pick up without his parents prohibiting him, but Nate tried his best. He tried out many different styles of dancing, even picking up gymnastics and a couple martial arts classes before ballet eventually caught his eye; and yet, it was the one style his parents disapproved of the most. However, no matter how much his parents tried to steer him towards professions they would approve of, Nate was passionate, and all he wanted was to dance.

All of it, eventually, boiled down to a single, explosive argument. His parents refused to accept that their son had different views and wishes than what they wanted him to have, and, eventually, an ultimatum was made; either succumb to their choices or no longer live under their roof. Packing up whatever belongings he had, Nate took one last glance at his family and left.

His first few weeks were spent wandering around Texas, sleeping rough and barely going through the days, until eventually, the young man decided that New York was the place to go. It was the place where all the dreams came true, so why couldn’t he attempt just that for himself?

Dreams, however, didn’t help him have an easy life there. Couch surfing was what he did for the first few months until eventually landed a job- anything worked- and found a stepping stone to start his life in the city. Once he had his own bed, it was time to start with auditions, and Nate was adamant. Achieving what he wanted took a lot of hard work, but the young man was set on doing it, on getting what he wanted, and nothing could stop him.

Nothing, of course, apart from multiple rejections. Not having a proper education- having not even finished high school- Nate was rejected left and right. It was difficult, trying to achieve what he wanted, so when he made friends with another guy with similar wishes, it was like a blessing. The guy helped him with everything, supporting him and earning himself Nate’s gratitude for an eternity. It was through him that Nate got a job at NYCBC, and it was more than he could have ever asked for.

Still, that didn’t mean that he was successful. More often than not, he was either the understudy for his friend or a background dancer, but he was on the stage, and he was doing what he wanted. It didn’t pay much, and he had to find a job as a waiter to support himself through it, but all of it was worth it.

Neither did that mean that Nathan wasn’t making mistakes left and right. Exploring his sexuality, he got to be as open as he wished to be. That was, at least, until he came across the one guy who caught his eye, also capturing his heart. The two were reckless and carefree, and after a year of dating and a drunken night together, they decided to get married. It was crazy how easy it was to do that, and before Nate knew it, he was a married man.

It was only after the marriage that the two of them moved in together, finally making an attempt at family life. Yet, they clashed, often not being at home together, or ending up in petty arguments. Most of their time together was spent in negative ways, and soon enough, neither Nate nor his husband could really understand why they were doing this. After one last explosive argument, his husband packed his stuff up and left.

However, sad days did not seem to last a very long time for Nate. Happiness came with the name Rylan, and while the two had their issues, Nate was absolutely smitten by the girl. Hiding the relationship was difficult, with her being a public figure and him being a failure, but he was willing to do just about anything for her. Losing his job at NYCB was painful, he struggled with it so much, yet Rylan was there, always, for him.

Nate knew that Rylan was the one for him, so when she fell pregnant, it was like a dream come true. His career dream had failed, yet here he was, getting his ultimate dream. Yet, the pregnancy soon ended in devastating pain for both of them and now it was Nate's turn to be there for Rylan. When it happened again, he was there for her, too. When her parents gave the ultimatum and she was cut off, he was there for her, too, even if he wanted her to think really well about whether it was all worth it. Secretly, Nate was relieved when Rylan decided to stay with him.

Finally, a breath of fresh air came in the form of their rainbow baby, Savannah. Nate had never known that he could love anyone else as much as he loved Rylan, but this love was on a whole new level. The little girl quickly became his world, and he was wrapped around her tiny little finger; Nate had no regrets. He was there for every diaper change, for every moment when Rylan needed some time for herself or needed to work. He loved his girls more than life itself, and he couldn't be happier.

While his family life was going great, his career was in a state of stagnation. Being a waiter was fine, but he wanted more, even if dancing was now off the table. Coming across stuntwork was accidental, Nate had helped a friend out, but he quickly found his footing there, and he loved it. It was fascinating, it was exciting, and his background in dancing and so many other activities was more than beneficial. He trained hard, and took on anything he could, working through the oddest requests to broaden his profile, so when he finally got a high-profile job, he was thrilled.