â *âŚÂ christopher bang. agender. he/she/they/any. undefined. â hey, isnât that lynx park? i think that the twenty-six year old from anchorage, alaska works as a gravedigger and groundskeeper at gothland sepulture & mausoleum, but outside of that people describe them as black eyeshadow smeared down after a night wasted away, dirt under the fingernails, coughing burning ichor during mass. i hear they are crude & hopeless, but they are also known to be loyal & resilient. consider giving them a visit at their home in the black dog motel and get to know why theyâre called the tower.
CW for abusive household, wrong imprisonment, crude themes. TW for alcohol mention, death, murder, violence and politicians
What can you expect from someone who was lulled to sleep with screams and crashing glass? Someone who watched telemarketing until their eyes didn't let them be awake until sunrise when things were more quiet? Someone who would tiptoe into the dirty living room of the apartment just to verify that their mother was still breathing before leaving on their own to school.
"The apple never falls far from the tree", people would usually be weary about them even if Lynx never really did anything worthy of suspicion, but the whole opposite. They carried on with life anyways, because if there was something remarkable the counselor had said was that bullies get high on victim behavior and attention; but he had forgotten to mention that standing for oneself is also important. So Lynx stood heinous acts one after the other, until the wrong words made them snap and throw themselves fist first against the attacker. They were both suspended and they were devastated; nothing worse than having to spend time home.
The family moved shortly after being evicted from the apartment and managed to spend their savings in an old RV that was parked in Anchorage. Lynx thought this fresh start could be good for them, but the fights continued, the side eye from people lingered and their wishes of becoming an architect were soon stomped on.
Time passes by and they change empty playgrounds for loud parties, candy for cigarettes and juice box for alcohol. High school is decent; they find a good group of friends that included the then junior Fallon Amarin and quickly find some solace in a bunch of misfits that had it shitty at home as well. The growing hope of people that believed in them is taken away when police showed up at the trailer. "Lynx Park? We need you to come to the station for a few questions".
Some cult killings had taken place in the woods and witnesses had identified Lynx as the last person seen with the victim; not only that, but the bloodied blade that was Lynx's property had been the murder weapon. They argued that yes, they had argued with this person, but that the victim stole the blade from them and hadn't seen it ever since.
While their statement was convincing and most importantly true, the only other suspect was the son of a politician that was on vacation with their family in Alaska. But why even bother to look this way when you had a perfect messed up person that fit all the standards of what people expected from a poor soul that suddenly had a psychotic break?
The trials were tiring and long, their sanity threatening to just declare themselves guilty to be done with this. Lynx was thrown into jail while awaiting for official sentence and it was a bit more than two years in there where he had to endure even worse situations than the ones he had at home. People were polarized about this case, half of them suspected Lynx and the other half defended him; it was thanks to some change(dot)org or something that they were finally given a fair trial and released after Lynx could prove their alibi.
They were in Fairbanks at this point and while having some decent food at a local dinner they heard of the news about a dead girl in Anchorage and a suspect by the name of Fallon Amarin. Lynx had never bought anything faster than they did for a bus ticket back home.
Upon arriving, they headed to the trailer park where their parents weren't surprised by their release or visit; if anything, curious that they were still alive. "Yeah, you see, your dad and I needed the space so we got your things in a box n' it should be somewhere around 'ere". Lynx had lost the capacity of feeling any kind of disappointment about their parents at this point so they just took the box and left.
They managed to get a room for a couple of nights for free after convincing the clerk that they'd pay back and then apparently their rambling about their friend being accused for the horrendous crime convinced the other.
Lynx keeps to themselves mostly, specially working extra shifts at the graveyard to get that extra cash; at nights they can be found in different partying spots or sneaking away with a dancer from either the sugar's lounge or the empty field lounge. They're pretty crude in general and have no expectations from anyone after all they've gone through. Honestly, they're just sad.
FACTS
Very paranoid, doesn't trust people easily.
All pronouns hold the same type of value for them when referring to their persona, so they truly don't mind if someone calls them by they/he/she/xe or any other.
Either the edgiest clothes or the coziest ones.
Very selfish with their possessions which are not many ofc.
Very attached to things of sentimental value.
Wants a pet but can't really afford one.
Really good with like calculations and numbers!
Convinced they saw Slenderman in the woods short before they were accused of murder.
CONNECTIONS
Fellow motel residents or regular clients.
A dancer they spend the most time with when at the lounge. Doesn't have to be sexual.
Hookups, people they meet regularly at the partying spots, people who believe they're innocent, people who believe they are not or are on the fence about lynx.
Someone they probably had a fight with about anything.
Lynx keeps borrowing money from them.
Unlikely friends/hookups/enemies
