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Infinity Fox Waters is twenty-three years old and a career criminal in Greensville.

Maybe it’s his charming smile, his warm brown eyes, his dimples or his curly hair…but Fin has always had a way of making people believe he’s a better person than he is. Hailing from Daytona Beach Florida, his upbringing was unorthodox to say the least. Moving from motel to motel, his parents were out a lot of the time at work, and he was raised mostly by his older half brother, who was hardly the ideal parent. His growth was stunted for the first few years due to his diet of microwave pies, cereal and kraft mac n’ cheese. Some parts were okay though. He was very close to his big brother and looked up to him for everything he needed to learn. He had happy memories of going to the arcade and using the tokens they found under the machines to play games. Once in a while they’d get lucky and their dad would give them five whole dollars to switch into tokens. When he was seven, his brother was given a beat up, used SEGA Genesis with Sonic The Hedgehog 2. They spent hours playing it until the game was complete. Then life got harder. His big brother started mixing with the wrong crowd, and because he had no way of safely leaving his brother in their dirty motel room, Fin was dragged along. He followed his only example and very quickly started making the same mistakes. It started with a few runs for some older kids, but it quickly turned into being lookout while his brother and his ‘friends’ stole cars. In Daytona Beach there was no shortage of beautiful ones, and they had people who would sell them on. It was by no means an honest living, but as Fin’s brother had snapped one day, it was enough to make sure they survived. Little by little, Fin’s innocence began to die a slow death. It started with losing his empathy. Seeing a little girl cry as one of his friends kicked her sandcastle over at the beach. Nothing. He felt nothing. Then as he started to do the stealing himself…now that really was something. He understood finally what made his brother do it. The money was great, and the buzz was even greater. He could finally afford a lifestyle that didn’t make him feel like he needed to head to the food bank in order to get his next meal. His older brother was far gone by this point. Desperation to be free, desperation to get away from the family he hated…they all contributed. Fin meanwhile had some semblance  of a life. He showed up to school twice a week, had friends, 'worked’ the days he didn’t go to school, and had found puppy love with a girl named Ashley–a gorgeous blonde with long legs and other assets he enjoyed…but that wasn’t to last either. They’d been together almost a year when he discovered what his brother had done. It had been in retaliation for something stupid Fin had done that had embarrassed him in front of all of the guys he ran with. His girlfriend had slept with his big brother, and with that went the last of any emotion he had. His behavior got worse and worse. He gradually stopped showing up to school at all.He started getting more brazen with his auto theft, and started mugging people for the money in their pockets. Drugs were dirty and would be easy to put on him, he figured–but that was the only reason he didn’t go down that route. Even though his relationship with his brother had been deteriorating over the years, their relationship was now at rock bottom. If they were in the same room together an all out fight would start, and now older they both had ways to make sure the fight was dirtier. They couldn’t stand each other. It all culminated the day they were arrested. They’d been caught trying to steal cars from the speedway (a terrible idea really), but the cops wanted Fin for a car weeks earlier that unbeknownst to him had a four year old girl in the backseat. Panicked, he dropped her off at the side of the road, and weeks later that same girl identified him in a line up. Prison hardened Fin into the man he is today. Spiteful, vindictive and carefree, he had his sentence extended time after time for fighting, for mouthing off to guards and for the contraband he was moving for his friends on the outside. He went in a juvenile and came out just a day ago. Now aged twenty three, he’s looking for revenge. Revenge for the brother who ratted him out to the cops for a plea deal. Revenge for the move he’d had to endure to another cellblock after they got pulled apart fighting the day he got moved on his eighteenth birthday. Revenge for all he’d done. And he was looking forward to seeing him suffer.

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Raven Rivers is thirty-three years old and a ranch hand in Greensville.

As far back as she could remember, Sasha Webster had dreams of becoming one of the world’s most renowned authors. She had a knack for fantasy in her own day-to-day life, her head often in the clouds, so it went without saying that that very same imagination translated beautifully on paper. From the moment she learned how to write, she was unstoppable. Poems, short stories, unnecessarily long essays; you name it, she’d write it. And what with growing on a ranch, surrounded by nature, animals and a loving family, inspiration wasn’t difficult to come by. Sasha’s father, Hank, encouraged her passion, but to a certain extent. He didn’t think writing was a viable career path, treated it more like a hobby. Besides, he had plans of his own for his only daughter; join the family business and run the ranch along with her four brothers: Malcolm, Theodore, Kurtis and Maxwell. Hank himself had inherited it from his father, which in turn got it from his own father, and so on and so forth. Although Sasha loved living on the ranch and raising the cattle, sheep and horses, this wasn’t the future she had planned for herself, far from it. And it took her father by surprise when, aged 21, Sasha announced she’d be moving to New York City in hopes of pursuing her dream. That decision caused a rift in the family, or at least between Sasha, her father and Maxwell, who had been following closely in his father’s footsteps. With her heart a little heavy, Sasha still carried through with her big move, and joined by her cousin, Scarlett, she felt like there was nothing she couldn’t take on. She was determined, but she also knew it wasn’t realistic to move to the Big Apple and expect success to fall into her lap. Especially since she hadn’t made any progress on her novel since moving. She and Scarlett still needed money to survive, so Sasha thought of the next best thing. A job that would allow her to write and make a rather good income; a journalist. She applied to a few local newspapers and somehow got retained by the New York Times. Her lack of experience was not playing in her favor, but her excellent writing managed to land her a position as an intern. Webster climbed her way up the ladder as the years went by and, through hard work and dedication, became one of the Times’ most beloved journalists in as little as four years. Her crime-centered stories gained her critical acclaim; she went above and beyond, where no one else before her had. Up close and personal with various crime families, putting her own life on the line for intel and a juicy scoop, but always narrowly escaped any real danger. Her findings helped bring to justice a few members of the Four Families, one of the biggest crime organizations in New York. On some occasions, Sasha even worked with the NYPD. Needless to say, this success had gone to her head in quite a major way. Writing full time was still the dream, but with a published novel that tanked, her dream had been put on the back burner, while her future as a journalist seemed to only become brighter and brighter with each passing day. Sasha’s overconfidence, though, would ultimately be her downfall. Dimitri Sokolov, that was a name Sasha would never forget. Head of the Russian Mafia down in Manhattan, subject of her most daring, but also her last ever article. She’d been sneaking up on him and his operation for a couple of months, playing with fire until she got burnt. Her article hadn’t even been printed that Webster found herself framed for a murder she didn’t commit and sent to prison for 15 years on charges of second degree manslaughter. She was 27 at the time. She served 5 years: 5 years during which her entire family put their own lives at risk to publicly campaign in hopes of proving her innocence. 5 years where every single penny they made went into Sasha’s defense. Now aged 32, she’s been released 6 months ago, found innocent beyond a reasonable doubt. She has reason to believe Dimitri is still after her, and so has fled the city and went back home: Greensville. She goes by her pen name, now. Raven Rivers, and works full time on the family ranch, much to her father’s delight. Even with the Websters’ influence and notoriety in town, she’s been making the best of it, remaining in the shadows until it all blows over. She walks free, but the trauma Dimitri has put her through will be her shackles for the remainder of her days. Now the only thing left to do for her is to ask herself: should she put it all behind her, or try to bring Dimitri to justice for what he’s done?

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Blu Sinclair is twenty-three years old and a boutique employee in Greensville.

After years of trying to conceive with no luck, it became apparent to high school sweethearts Lori and Kenneth Sinclair that one of them was infertile and that their dream family could never be completed using biological methods. A few alternatives came to light, but for Lori, there was no doubt in her mind that she wanted to adopt and save a child in need. And so the couple, after thorough research, settled on partnering up with the Holt International adoption agency. Through them, they found their perfect little bundle of joy. Blu, originally named Beomgyu, was adopted and brought home to his family in Greensville when he was only three years old. Little is known about what happened to Blu’s birth parents, but with Lori and Kenneth, he never lacked anything he desired. He was raised with the utmost care by two loving parents, whether their bond be of blood or not didn’t matter to any of them. From early childhood, it was clear to anyone that Blu was… larger than life. Even when he was only three years old, he had a commanding presence that everyone couldn’t help but pay attention to. He had this way of making audiences wherever he went and getting exactly what he wants, much to the dismay of his very fond parents. He’s always been a free spirit, independent. Never one to be shoved aside, it was simply impossible to ignore the little ball of energy, with his charming demeanour and the innate competence he had making friends wherever he went. As he grew older, that ‘skill’ only managed to serve him further, with both boys and girls lining up just to get a chance at merely catching his attention. But, ever noncommittal, none of that interested Blu. All he held in his heart were his parents, and the ice. Sinclair was signed up for ice skating lessons as a kid, and neither Lori or Kenneth expected their baby boy to find his calling this early on in life. The utmost ease with which he tackled the ice, it was as if their son was born to be on there: it was where he belonged. Ice skating lessons turned to figure skating classes, and Blu has never looked back since. There’s this sense of wholeness that only performing on the ice brings him, and it’s a feeling nothing in the world could force him to give up on. Lori and Kenneth were supportive from the get go, paid for his lessons even when he hit majority and had his own job, with which he could afford his coach. Blu’s goal from the very start was the Olympics, and they swore to do whatever it took to get him there. But all good things must come to an end. With only Kenneth bringing in a stable income in their household, affording Blu’s dreams soon became out of reach. Debts started piling up rather quickly, Blu being the first to take two part time jobs just to help around the house. So when a forest fire spread to the Sinclairs’ neighborhood and burned their house down, leaving them with nothing, his dream was the least of their problems. Their main priority became surviving. Needless to say, moving from a four-bedroom house to a two-bedroom apartment was quite the adaption for the Sinclairs. But no matter how hard they worked, how hard they tried, nothing seemed to help dig them out of this hole they’d found themselves in. Although they’d never asked anything of him, Blu wished he could do more. He helped with chores around the house, worked tirelessly every single day of the week, but they still hadn’t made a dent in their crippling debt. And it was by pure luck that one day, when ranting about his stressful home life to a close friend, that she suggested something so extravagant, so absurd that it could actually work. “You could be a sugar baby. They make tons of money just by entertaining the idea of fucking pervy old dudes. You totally have the body for it, you have absolutely nothing to lose, B.” What was originally presented as a joke somehow became a very real possibility. Upon going home, Blu was instantly glued to his computer and delving deep into the world of sex workers. How much money they made, how they stayed safe, every little ins and outs of the job. And maybe he was crazy, or maybe he was just desperate, but that very night, Blu created a profile on a seeking arrangement website. Next thing he knew, he was getting hundreds of dollars simply for having dinner with lonely old men. He found there was even more money to be made through online means, and got whisked away quite rapidly into being a camboy along with a sugar baby. Blu’s now garnered a pretty substantial online following, fifty thousand and counting, of people drooling and sometimes paying for his services. His identity remains anonymous as a means to protect himself, and no one in his life, not his family, or his friends, are aware of his occupation. He still works full-time at a kid’s boutique downtown so people don’t get suspicious, but little do they know, he’s far from needing it anymore.

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Ella Branwell is twenty-one years old and a college student in Greensville.

Ella has had a lot of loss in her life, from the death of relatives close to her, to the death of her best friend, who ended up devastating her completely. She comes from a loving family, she has two older brothers, although they do not spend much time together, she knows that she can always count on them and that they can count on her. Ella never felt that she belonged to a specific place, because as if she is a military father they moved a lot of town, that was until she arrived in Greensville and met the wonderful people who live there. She suffers from depression and anxiety, she has learned to handle it, but sometimes it is too much for her to fight with her demons on her own. She expects to settle down in Greenville to have the friends she could not as a child and fall in love.

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Mei Lien Song is twenty-eight years old and a drama teacher in Greensville.

From a young age, Mei knew she wanted to act. Her parents - while quietly hopeful that one day she might yet go to school and pursue a “safe” profession - had been nothing but supportive, running their daughter from one drama class to the next, to the theatre performances attached to the newspaper clippings left next to their morning tea, and the countless rejections that came before any one successful addition. Not that they’d ever complained - her father had always enjoyed the musicals, and her mother the pantomimes. Mei’s younger sister, Maggie, hadn’t shared her passion, but she’d tagged along all the same. Throughout their childhood, it was their “thing” - Mei’s weekend shows. Maggie particularly enjoyed it when they went to see Mei perform - and Mei liked it, too. Family was important to the songs, and support came above all else. Mei dedicated her childhood to the fun of acting, and with the family’s tendency for moving around the globe, she found it helped with those all important introductions at each new school. The Song girls became experts in the field of meeting new people - though both often longed for their home in Surrey, and the friends they’d known longest. Travelling had opened Mei’s eyes to a world of opportunity, and by the time the family arrived in the States, she was ready - to dive in, and make her mark. Things had gone okay then, Mei adding to her portfolio with small, local productions, the odd commercial, but hit something of a standstill when her parents took on their next “venture” - fostering. Gone were the day trips, the weekend adventures … at first. Mei found workarounds, setting out on her own, sometimes with Maggie, and continued until that small spurt of “success” slowed, while her need to focus on schooling increased. Studying, home, and family became her life. The children who came to stay were a reminder to Mei that she’d been lucky in life - she’d been graced with a loving family, the means to follow her dreams, and good examples. Mei had surrounded herself with the world of make believe, but their home had been real. Her parents hadn’t been perfect, of course, but they’d never pretended. And the Song girls looked up to them all the more for it. Most foster “siblings” had come and gone quickly, but Mei had given each her all. In the time between, she’d branched out, with Maggie in tow, to see what else they could do. Soup kitchens, local shelters, community fundraisers … the two tried everything they could think of. Maggie tired of it long before Mei, but the elder Song sister developed an enthusiastic passion for it - she got it, why her parents continued to help where they could, she was sure she did. The family’s fostering days came to an end when, after a year with their “sister”, they were told a permanent family had been found, that an adoption was imminent. The songs had been heartbroken, but thrilled for the young girl - they’d loved her, despite their rocky start, but they wanted what was best, and pushed their sorrow aside to support her. It always came back to support. In the wake of the change, Bo was offered a position back home, and … the family, in need of the distraction, made their return to Britain. Mei saw out the last of her schooling in England, caught up with her old friends, and continued with the “work” she’d started in America. And in England, the sisters lost their parents. Grief had thrown them, consumed them, and the two had done exactly as they’d always been taught - they supported each other. Mei was there through every step of Maggie’s path to joining the air force (she’d always dreamed of flying, just like their father), and Mei sat by the phone with her sister after every audition, waiting. Maggie had been there too, cheering along, the day Mei’s visa to had been approved. The States had been calling her from the day they’d left, and Mei was ready to go back. Maggie would be okay, her heart was home - it might have had a little something to do with a certain young man, but most of all, Maggie’s dream was there. Returning to America, Mei picked up where she left off … sort of. She was ready to give it her best shot, she was going to fly, or she was going to fall. Of course, she hoped it would be the former, but she knew she’d have to work hard to get there. And if it was the latter, well, Mei wanted to be able to say she’d tried everything - everything from A to Z. It was silly, and she knew it, but the young woman set out to take that literally. A city, or a town, for each letter, and if she hadn’t found success by the 26th, then it was time for something new. It was fun, if nothing else - and offered Mei plenty of opportunity to try new things. She’d coached high school drama clubs, run local classes coordinated an entire production (she wasn’t in any rush to try that one again!), and even conducted workshops at a prison. It was that alphabetised plan that saw Mei arrive in Greensville, the small town in North Carolina that her old school friends had recently come to reside in. Things had been go, go, go, and off the back of several harsh rejections, Mei had wanted something a little … quieter. Simpler. It hadn’t stopped her from applying for a position at the high school - she’d discovered a delight in sharing what she knew of drama - and the local theatre. She wasn’t giving up, as she told herself (over and over), she was only … taking a moment to catch her breath. To remember why. She’d been moving at a non-stop pace for years, she needed a break before she wore herself out completely, and Greensville seemed just the place to do it.

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Eleanor B King is twenty-eight years old and a therapist and tarot reader in Greensville.

Eleanor barely had time to take her first breath that her existence was almost instantly unwanted. Her father disappeared without a trace half an hour after holding her for the first time, and her own mother, Aimee, resented her ever since. The only person in her corner, for her entire life, has always been and will always be her older brother, Dexter. The bond they share is inexplicable, durable. Throughout their entire childhood, Dex was behind her, watching her back and protecting her. Whether it be from their own mother’s harsh words, or kids at school just being stupid, he never let Eleanor down. He was her shoulder to cry on, her rock. That was, at least, until the attack. Nori was only 17 years old when Dexter finally decided to move away from Greensville. Although it took some getting used to, the mere thought of her protector being far away from her, King refused to be the reason her big brother wasn’t pursuing his dreams. She’d held him back long enough. But what she didn’t know was that the embrace they shared at the airport would be their last. The plane never even left the ground, hijacked by terrorists with excessive demands, as they usually do. Dexter, as heroic as ever, tried to stand up to them, and it cost him his life. He was 23 years old. Eleanor’s life got entirely flipped upside down with the news of her brother’s passing. She found herself at the lowest she’d ever been, while only being at the beginning of her life. She felt lost, uncertain… Nothing made sense anymore without Dex by her side. Her mother got harsher, going as far as to blame his passing on her, saying she shouldn’t of encouraged him to leave. Needless to say, life at home was tense. And it was by dumb luck that Ellie stumbled upon a fortune teller’s store on her way home one day. Having nothing to lose anymore, she went in. But what awaited her behind these doors would change her entire life. It was her spiritual awakening. Watching this mysterious woman shuffle cards and lay out her whole life in front of her very eyes, without any prior knowledge of her very own existence completely rocked Eleanor. She remained shocked for days on end, and was a believer since that very day. She began looking into tarot herself, even asking the fortune teller, Matilda, for some guidance. Which she gave, teaching her everything she knew. Ways to sharpen your intuition, how to manifest good things and how to use affirmations. Nori fell head first into this world. It was the first thing that felt right since Dexter had left. But all good things must come to an end. When rumors started spreading that King was offering tarot readings to her classmates, surely it got back to Aimee’s ears, and she wasn’t too pleased. She wasn’t ever pleased with anything Nori accomplished, and so, gave her an ultimatum. Drop the “voodoo shit”, as she’d call it, or get the hell out of her house. Without a father or immediate family to turn to, Ellie obeyed and vowed to repress that side of her. She went on to become a therapist, a career she’d lusted after for a while now, but that had been sitting on the back burner ever since she discovered her passion for the mystique. But that always came second to her selfless nature, lending a hand to anyone that would ask. Having earned her Bachelor’s degree in Psychology and then her Master’s in Mental Health Counseling, Eleanor now strives toward getting her licence, to finally join a private practice and not have someone constantly peek over her shoulder. Even in her current work environment though, it’s known that she isn’t… traditional.

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