“hey there! are you okay?” peter questioned as he swung down in front of the other. he was currently wearing his spider-man suit, having just stopped a bank robbery. he had noticed the other being bothered and simply wanted to check in. “what's going on over here, hm? are you bothering this person?” he cocked his head as he stared at the person in question, coming between them and the person he planned to save. or at least try to, if they were in need. “or is this just some heated conversation that i should let you get on with?”
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── ( harris dickinson. 24. cismale. he/him. ) thank god you’re here, man - have you seen ROMAN ALEXANDRE anywhere? i totally lost them after their rendition of NYC by interpol last night. no? they’re like, aye - high and go to PALLADIAN - i think they’re a SENIOR studying ARCHITECTURE AND GRAPHIC DESIGN ? but who knows, these days. all i know is that they’re HAUGHTY and PETULANT and an ARIES . last night they kept going on and on about how they won MOST LIKELY TO CLAIM TO BE A SELF MADE BILLIONAIRE AFTER INHERITING HIS FATHER’S COMPANY last year, which is cool and whatever, but i just wouldn’t expect it out of them, considering they’re so, like, EQUANIMOUS AND PRAGMATIC, you know? anyways - i’m going to check down by the ruins, i think that’s where they like to hang. text me if you see them, okay? bye!
STATS.
full name : roman bartholomew alexandre
nicknames : roman
date of birth : april 1 , 2001
gender : cis male
sexuality : bisexual
inspiration : kendall roy (succession) , roronoa zoro (one piece) , rust cohle (true detective) , aaron warner (shatter me) , will herondale in books 1 and 2 (the infernal devices) , kylie jenner on the cover of forbes
BIOGRAPHY.
life was easy when he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth . everything passed down to him on a matching silver platter . the first and only child born to bartholomew and cynthia alexandre . the path of his life was already laid out before him . at the end of the line , he was set to inherit his father's investment empire . passed between generations of alexandres , there was nothing he needed but the name he bore .
for the first eight years of his life , they were the picture of a happy , loving family . white picket fence and everything on the outskirts of new york city . ( death tw ) that was until the beating heart of the family passed away suddenly from a stroke . the house was empty , only roman and bart to haunt the lonely corners of the place . she was his humanity , and without him , the elder turned cruel and vicious . after all , he needed his son tough and resilient to face the sharp toothed clients waiting to rip out his throat .
the heavy hand that hovered over the home didn't matter because , in the end , bart's priorities were elsewhere . it wasn't his responsibility . it was supposed to be cynthia's . nannies and tutors were thrown at roman , but no one ever stayed long . at 15 , he'd be out all night , returning just in time to put on his fancy school uniform and nap through his classes . grades didn't matter when he had a guaranteed job after graduation . the only classes he tried in were his arts one . his mother had been a student at palladian before she moved to the states with her husband . and roman wanted to attend as well , hoping to fulfill some legacy he believed she'd left behind . it was easy to convince his father to let him attend . spin it so he'd know how useful the major would be . how it could benefit the company and introduce a different perspective to help it grow tenfold . they'd settled on architecture and graphic design . and roman packed his bags and headed to palladian .
things weren't much different from home , freedom wrapped around him like a warm blanket . free to go where he wanted . free to study what he wanted . free to fall into whatever vices he wanted . it was a simple life . the perfect , dream life that fit perfectly in the palm of his hand . but his arrogance blinded him . that life , solid as a diamond in his eyes , was actually as fickle as a river . the flow of a stream . unable to be kept in his hand , no matter how hard he grasped it . it slipped through the cracks between his fingers until nothing was left but a few shining drops of water to remind him of his failure .
winter break . right before the semester would start with a new batch of students from a school in his home state . he was bored . watching the hands on the clock . every minute felt like a month . a nasty idea seized control of his brain . (robbery tw, gun tw) one quick call and his cronies were there . guns in hands , identities concealed . a plan formed not out of necessity but out of a need to push the boundaries . to see how far he could go before he learned what a consequence was . he did it because he could . because he had the world at his fingertips , and it wasn't enough . glass shattered , littering the floor of the gas station . laughter echoing through the room , mixed in with the crunching sound of their steps towards the register . the police were already nearby , and , before roman could even fire a warning shot , he was in cuffs . the weight of the cold metal completely different than the weight of the tag heur against his wrist . shoved onto the sidewalk behind the place . gaze fixated on the blinking fluorescent street light as his father berated him . and he couldn't even move his hands to wipe off the spit . a deal was made . not just between bart and the officers but bart and roman as well . money exchanged between gloved hands and the cuffs fell away .
(emotional abuse tw) he was to be on his best behavior . he was not to do anything to jeopardize the future of the company . he was to be the perfect little solider . the perfect representative . not one slip up . or he would find himself in jail with a doctored paternity test , proving he wasn't bart's biological son . the flickering fluorescent light , fading out just like his future . he wasn't made for anything else . he was created to be the heir to the company . the whole reason they stopped after him . his father had gotten his wish . he was nothing without it . and so , roman alexandre agree without hesitating . heading back to palladian the perfect man .
PERSONALITY.
his life is divided into two halves — the before and the after .
before , he was arrogant , proud , spoiled . thinking himself king of the world . because he thought himself invincible . and he had been . the drinking , the drugs , the men , the women , the late nights . he still passed every physical . attended board meetings between semesters . attained a gpa that didn't leave him in worry of being kicked out . to him , life was about having fun . he didn't take anything seriously and surrounded himself with people who felt the same . he was haughty , chest puffed out like a peacock showing its feathers . he knew where he sat on the food chain , and that sentiment echoed every interaction he had .
after , he's quiet and keeps to himself . a bystander more than anything . he doesn't partake in much . no more attitude . no more swagger . looking his peers in the eye now , as opposed to looking down on them . he's entirely focused on maintaining his new good boy image . permeated by a stench of loneliness , but he reminds himself its a necessary evil . the conflict he had to experience to lead to a nicely wrapped up conclusion . sometimes , the arrogance is still there . roman can't always bite his tongue . but he tries his best to be nothing but a robot , going through the motions of life rather than experiencing it like before .
[non-binary and she/they] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [SABRINA "RINA" CHIRON]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [FIVEL STEWART]. You must be the [TWENTY SIX] year old [MUSICIAN]. Word is you’re [PASSIONATE] but can also be a bit [JUDGEMENTAL] and your favorite song is [FEEL BETTER BY PENELOPE SCOTT]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [CRYSTAL COVE CONDOMINIUM]. I’m sure you’ll love it!
INFORMATION:
fullname. sabrina chiron.
nicknames. rina, sab, riri, bri.
gender. non-binary.
pronouns. she / they.
d.o.b. may 30th, 1998 | ( 26 years old )
astrology. gemini ☀ leo ☾ aries ↑
birth place. aurora bay, california.
hometown. aurora bay, california.
current residence. aurora bay, california. ( @aurorabayaesthetic )
occupation. musician.
religion. atheist.
tattoos. too many to count (reference pic here, here and here).
piercings. ears pierced, nose piercing, nipple piercing.
marital status. single.
sexual preference. queer.
family. sienna chiron ( mother ), david chiron ( father ), matty chiron ( older brother, deceased ).
children. none.
CHARACTER INSPO:
jessica jones ( marvel's jessica jones ), effy stonem ( skins ), monet de haan ( gossip girl reboot ), kiara carrera ( outer banks ), maeve wiley ( sex education ).
Most of Rina's life was spent at the store her parents owned. Whether she was helping out her family or just relaxing behind the counter, she and her brother could often be seen together. The store was open 24 hours a day, therefore they all took turns to man the store during night shifts. Rina's brother, Matty was doing the midnight shift when the store was held up by a gunman. While Matty didn’t try and be a hero, the gunman thought he was attempting to push the security alarm and alert police. Matty was shot and killed at only the age of 18.
After the sudden death of her brother, Rina's whole life went downhill. The Chiron's were left traumatized by losing a son and the memory of the traumatic event meant that they closed the store that had once been like a second home. The police weren't able to find the shooter, so the case inevitably went cold. Not able to cope with the loss, Rina's mother turned to heavy alcohol abuse to which, her father could not stand by and watch. Rina started rebelling too, going against the pious lifestyle her father always peddled. She got covered in tattoos, pierced her nose, dabbled with illicit substances while underage. After years of watching his wife deteriorate and his child rebel, David eventually left town. It's been eleven years and he has never returned.
To cope, Rina found that she needed to escape the shittiness of her new living situation. She started hanging out with older kids, getting into all kinds of trouble. Eventually, she joined a band as their bassist and it was the only thing she lived for. The sense of community they felt was what they was missing at home and in time, they found who they really were. They came out as non-binary and queer. Her mother didn't care, only thinking of the bottle but Rina had never felt more themselves. At the age of 17, they dropped out of school to start working at a local hairdresser where they learned the ropes. Eventually, she started getting a name for herself with the younger crowd who weren't interested in the usual styles of hair and makeup.
After Radical Silence broke up after their front man got in a car accident, Rina felt like she had nothing to live for. For years, it was just skating by, trying to pay rent and take it day by day. The pull of music was never far away, often busking on the street when times got tough. After meeting Vanessa Gable from Submergence around town, she got some studio time and recorded her first EP, couldn't love you anymore. The lead song, lacy - written about her then best friend / girlfriend started making the rounds on TikTok, gaining virality.
A few trips to LA and back, meeting with producers and a few record labels through Vanessa's connections, Rina decided that it was time to give this a good go. Suddenly, the small town life wasn't enough for them. So they moved out to the angel city, leaving Aurora Bay behind. Fame was quick to come and life was suddenly very busy. With a new label and recording her first studio album, UNEASY, Rina found herself moving further and further away from the people she loved back home. Swept up in the lights and luster of it all, Rina barely noticed that she were drowning.
The first six months flew by, with the recording of the album and the rebranding of her image, it felt as though she barely had to time to come up for air. Long distance with Phoebe wasn't working out and it felt selfish to bring her along, just watching from the sidelines. They broke up and Rina was entirely focused on work. Soon, she gearing up to be the opening act for a well-known artist and Rina began to crack under the pressure. The fear of letting everyone down, of making a fool of themselves. Of wanting something they weren't sure they deserved.
It started with just a bump or two, just to build some courage before television performances or being on stage. Then the habit became too engrained. A ritual that needed to be done. Rina didn't notice it was a problem until they were in a marble bathroom at a random party, whens someone had a camera that they didn't see. The video made the rounds on socials, and while Rina didn't exactly come across as someone with a pristine reputations, it was too early in their career for such a scandal. Her label told her to cool off, maybe work on some new music until things cooled off. There was only one place that Rina ever felt like coming back to.
POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS:
rina had lived in aurora bay their whole life, dropping out of high school when they turned seventeen. they had never travelled anywhere outside of california until recently. as a teen, they hung around older kids, mostly at abandoned skate parks and carparks. ( possible connections: childhood friends, older kids from high school, old friends who lost contact, people rina probably bullied )
( tw: death, robbery ) her brother matty was three years older than her when he was killed in a robbery gone wrong at their parents convenience store. he would have been a senior in high school. ( possible connections: old friends of her brothers, people who remember the crime, police officers involved in the crime )
had been working at a hair / makeup artist for about eight years, she used to rent a chair at a local salon but was working freelance and through instagram / tiktok. practices hairdressing on the side, but mostly for friends. ( possible connections: ex clients, ex co-workers, tiktok/insta followers for @ rinachrion.mua )
used to play in a band ( radical silence ) before their tour got postponed as their bassist. rina was looking forward to their tour, thinking it was their ticket out of this town but put that dream on the shelf until recently. ( possible connections: fans of band, other ex-band mates )
rina was busking and making some low quality EPs on the side before tiktok sent her single, lacy, viral. taking the opportunity presented, they moved out to LA to pursue music full-time. they released their first album, UNEASY in september 2024 and has been doing local tours as an opening act since that time. ( possible connections: fans or stans, frequent listeners, haters, people who saw her open at shows )
loves skateboarding, getting tattoos and finding local spots to hang out late at night. can usually be found at crescent moon tattoos, hidden gems thrift store, lavender haze smoke shop, sharky's or tidal wave. sleeps terribly these days, so is often up at all hours and sleeping until midday. ( possible connections: skate fiends, tattoo enthusiasts )
( tw: drug abuse ) currently trying to kick a bit of a drug habit that has come about to combat performance anxiety. ( possible connections: people who saw the video of her doing drugs online, bad influences and corrupters, good influences )
used to live in ocean crest apartments but now has their own condo at crystal cove that their management is currently paying for while they work on their sophomore album. ( possible connections: ex neighbors, new neighbors, enemies across the hallway, music producers )
CURRENT CONNECTIONS:
ex-bandmates with @mackmontgomery, @callme-harris, @drewohara and @juniper-soo
It had started as just another day at work. Well, whatever 'just another day' meant for Hero. A few robberies, a petty criminal with enough brains to escape their prison cell, but still not quite enough to keep it up for long, and more trivial crimes of the like.
The only 'distruption' of the steady, familiar rythym of their patrol was the absence of their nemesis who, without fail, showed up to every single fight, regardless of the circumstances.
Maybe they were sick. Or cooking up some heinous master plan to doom the city. There were a million and one reasons as to why Villain wasn't around, and while it made perfect sense that the crime-fighter would be suspicious, there was another reason why they couldn't seem to stop thinking about the matter.
The sensation they were experiencing could only be described as foreign, for lack of a better word. They really weren't starting to care about exactly why their enemy hadn't shown up, right? Side effect of lonliness the solitary nature that their profession so reasonably demanded, something they were completely fine with.
They were snapped out of their reverie by the rough, low voice of a man, "Don't you think you're going a little overboard there, Shawn?"
With an irritated huff, Shawn folded his arms across his chest and glared at him, "I believe I brought you the stock you yourself said you couldn't procure elsewhere, and no one else is this fast. So be a good boy, and pay up."
Registering all this, Hero took a careful step closer in the shadows, curiosity immediately overtaking them.
Without warning, they were pulled further into the shadows against someone's chest, a hand clamped onto their mouth and the death grip of a muscular arm kept them in place, but they stubbornly continued their tirade to struggle out of their assailant's grip.
"Don't move," the familiar voice of Villain whispered curtly into their ear. The hero's body immediately went still, a stark contrast to the rapid thumping of their erratic heartbeat.
Still fixing them in place, the villain's hand shifted slightly so that they were caressing the hero's neck gently with calloused fingertips. "Relax," they commanded, and even if it was only slightly, the hero did.
Notes: Whatever Hero feels could be either romantic or platonic. You choose. Also, I have no idea why I named the guy Shawn. Don't ask me who Shawn is haha. No offense to anyone who's actually named Shawn on here!
oliver ashford is the middle child in a family of six.
he was named after his father, his mother thinking he was going to be the last child.
growing up, he looked up to his two older siblings, each ashford child was meant to be the best in everything they went for and they were the perfect ashford children in his father's eyes.
unfortunately, oliver didn't get that trait from his siblings. there were certain things he was good at and other things he was bad at.
the dream of all the ashford children becoming something important in the world such as doctors, politician, lawyers, any job that would create a reputation for them. yet, none of that ever appeased young oliver.
instead he spent a lot of his time sketching in his notebook, hanging out with his friends and going through life without worrying about what the future held.
which created a lot of tension between him and his father, a person who always had to have control over everything in the world. oliver not being something he had under his control put a strain on their relationship.
all oliver could do was wait until he was eighteen and out of his father's grasp so he could go for what he really wanted.
so, he worked on making sure he got good grades, just to make the tension go away.
when he graduated, he packed up his things and moved away to new york.
in new york, he worked on becoming a tattoo artist, doing an apprenticeships at local parlors.
when he was 23, he found the parlor that built him to be the artist he was, the owner was his mentor and showed him the ins and outs of what it meant to be a tattoo artist in new york.
for three years, he worked under this man, a man who felt more like a father to him than his actual one.
during the fourth year, he had a heart attack and didn't make it. he had his own son who was wanting to sell the parlor to get rid of it so oliver fought for it.
he scraped everything he had together and realized it wasn't going to be enough.
all he knew was he didn't want to ask his father, he didn't want his father to have any part of this one joy he had in his life.
it's when he had the mindset of "desperate calls for desperate measures." he found a loan shark and asked them for a loan.
he took over the parlor and about three months into it, a girl walked in and changed his entire life.
being someone who was only into jumping from relationship to relationship to letting someone get him wrapped around their finger was a big change.
he fell hard and fast. the only thing he never expected was to wake up months later and find all the money he had in the parlor was gone and so was she.
he tried for months to fix it but ultimately his business came crashing down and he was still in debt with the loan shark.
for two years after that, he worked for the loan shark, dabbling on the wrong side of the road when it came to life and doing whatever necessary to pay of the man.
at least until one night, a delivery went wrong and he witnessed something he shouldn't.
after that night, he packed up his things and moved out of there... finding a small town called blue harbor.
it's been seven months since he landed in town, he works at the local tattoo parlor and keeps to himself.
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She had been so sure no one was home, and yet... Here she was, caught red-handed as she stared down a man in slippers and pajamas. Her hand, frozen, still reached out for whatever valuables it could seek.
She kept tensed and rigid, eyes stretched wide, before finally taking a few uncertain steps back with a wild glare, reaching for her knife to point it at her perceived opponent shakily.
"Back off! I want your money, not your life!"
As if the current situation wasn't enough of an indication, she was clearly unstable. From where she stood, she glanced around in wait for someone else to pop in, and shifted uneasily on her feet like a spooked horse.
grabbed in the dark / public humiliation / hospital emergency department /soft weighted blanket / “You must have imagined that, dear”
Some Actor Mark whump since there is quite a lack of Iplier ego whump! One of Actor's first encounters of fully falling into the Other World due to an unexpected death.
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Mark is wasted. Shirtless and unshaven, in a sagging off sleep robe, stumbling down the streets alone. A whiskey bottle kisses his reddened lips over and over. The cobblestone street is rough and unbalanced below his stumbling. He doesn't remember leaving his house. Fuck, the voices won't stop. He is surrounded by laughing and taunting, leading him along with their jeers. "We'll poison the king, we'll poison the king!" it shrieks directly to his left. He swings around with a gasp, and watches a shadow dash down an alleyway.
"Hey- hey you!" he slurs, and follows it in a half stumble half sprint. He runs down, braced along the grey and red wall of the alley, but hits a fence at the end. Panting, he glances around, then sinks down against the wood. "F-fuck," he sobs. He's going insane. He must be going insane. It gets worse every day, the shadows and voices, the coldness and dust floating in his peripheral. He slugs back whiskey through a sob.
He sees a shadow approaching him, and sobs harder, throwing his arm over his face. "Just- just let me be," he cries.
Until a very real man becomes visible before him. Mark can only register an unshaven, rotten toothed face before a pistol's cold, dark metal presses into his bare stomach. His eyes bug out in his head, mouth agape, staring at the mugger, not sure if this is real. Is anything real these days? His hand nearly drifts up to touch the man's skin in his shock.
"Yer that rich little crumb of an actor, aren't you?" he sneers. "Bet you can cough up a pretty penny. Gimme the hooch and the cash," he swipes Marks whiskey away in a quick movement, and Mark screams. It's not proud, he sounds like a terrified toddler. Mark curls up around his own body, sobbing openly.
"Fuckin' coke-snorting pretty boy, I said gimmie your money!"
"Leave me alone!" Mark screams, shrill and terrified, as his hand strikes out at the man.
In the dark-cornered haze Mark registers the man's nose spurting blood. As his own head lolls backwards he registers the impact, the deafening bang, the spray of dark, dark red coming from his left shoulder. He faintly hears his own scream through the increasing, imposing whispering voices as he sinks deeper and deeper into the blackness, dust particles and an odd greenish hue overtaking him entirely. The last real thing he sees is the mugger's horrified, cursing face before the man runs away.
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Mark is floating. He would call it walking, but that doesn't describe it properly. A bouncing, a hobbling, a drifting. Like a bee between flowers.
It's the same street, the same town he grew up two miles away from. He breathes out, slow, slow, a puff of clouded white. His hand is against the buildings along the way. The stone is tinged black or green. His body radiates a slight red. He doesn't know what to do, but it feels so much better here. The voices sound… nice. He can hear Celine saying her wedding vows. He can hear William's drunken laugh that always makes them all burst. He can hear Celine humming him to sleep. He can hear Damien's gentle and affirming voice talking him through his woes.
He smiles dazedly, stumbling. His bare shoulder gushes red-black sludge, but it doesn't bother him. It doesn't hurt. It feels warm. Everything else is slightly cold.
"It's not fair," something whispers. It sounds like his own voice. He chuckles, dopily walking towards it.
"Ahm, silly bastard, let me near you," he smiles. He falls to the cobblestone, his crash and soft 'ah' echoing, resonating.
"You can't go yet," Celine's voice teases as he's leaving for a photoshoot, beconning for a kiss.
"C-cel-line," he slurs, still drunk. He recognizes his front garden, the round drive with well trimmed shrubs.
"Come sit here, Mark," Benjamin's voice soothes when his back is aching.
He lets out a shaking, comforted breath, laying down on his front stairs. "Can't go further, I'm sorry Benj…" He trails off, and the green is slipping to black, black, a calm and soothing black. The sludge of his shoulder is climbing back up his arm, the droplets on the floor float up and sink back into his wound. But Mark is asleep by then, breath slow and soft as his wound swells and then forces itself closed.
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"Mark? Honey?"
Warm, soft, blackness but with a light behind it. His eyelids, of course. And Celine's sweet voice.
He opens his eyes, and shuddering sigh leaves him. It all looks real. The master bedroom, the photos of his friends and family. There is a heavy warmth on him; the sheep's wool quilt that Benjamin joked must weigh 20 pounds when picking up the package.
"Mark?" a soft call and a hand on his cheek turns him to his wife. His vision is blurry with hangover, but he sees mussed black hair, pale skin, and a black robe. He smiles at her. "Did you nightmare again last night? The gardener found you outside, said you looked half dead. The butler carried you in but you slept right through."
The night rushes back to him in a quick-pooling pit of dread in his gut. "Celine-" He sits up and hugs her as tight as he can. "Celine I was shot! Oh, oh my god, a man shot me- Was there an awful amount of blood? Do I need to go to the emergency room?!"
"Mark, Mark, darling," she shushes, brushing a worried hand over his hair. "You must have imagined it. A nightmare, from all the alcohol. There wasn't a drop of blood at all, no wounds or any of that. You're safe, Mark." She hugs him back pulling him close.
His robe shifts on his frame from the force of her comfort-hug. Mark nuzzles against her, eyes shut. He opens them with a semi-content sigh, face downward towards his own frame.
The shifting of the robe slides away to reveal a thin but wide round white scar. As though a bullet had passed right through his arm.
And Mark's dread coats his bedroom in that familiar green and red; blood and sick at the sensation of once more - forevermore - not knowing reality from the Other world.
She will bring her harmonic and hypnotic blend of Western folk, blues, and rock to the Sinclair on Oct. 25.
How did the opportunity with Harry come to be?
Before everything shut down in February 2020, I was wrapping up a tour and I opened up Instagram, and got a message from him. I thought it had been fake at first. He was saying he had been shown my record, I guess, and was like, ‘Yeah, I would love to connect at some point. I really love it.’ Eventually he said, ‘Would you just open for me some time?’ Super unexpected thing. But apparently he was listening to my music while he got robbed last year in London.
I remember hearing about that story.
They stole his wallet and stuff. Apparently, he was listening to one of my songs and didn’t hear them approach him. So I feel a little bad about that. I feel like I’ve got to pay him back or something.
