#salemintro

i: aesthetics

the very serious question of, “can I offer you a nice egg in this trying time?” whilst very much so, procuring a hard boiled egg from the fanny pack tied to your waist;  a high pitched scream from a jump scare, “stop !!!! i coulda dropped my croissant”, and the silent treatment to follow ; relying on the luck of the draw, a shake of the dice, and the furry rabbit’s paw on your keychain to get you out of trouble ; quite literally dabbing on responsibilities ( most importantly the fish bowl filled with condoms your mother left at the front door to remind you of the mistake she’d made in the past ) while screaming abstinence only, unironically ; and the incessant, prickling feeling of having to run away when things get hard when the longcon isn’t a long con anymore. 

ii: a playlist 

❝ Welcome to the Party  ❞ Diplo, French Montana & Lil Pump ft. Zhavia Ward

❝ THATS WHAT I WANT ❞ Lil Nas X

❝LOVE❞ Kendrick Lamar ft Zicari

❝Talking to the Moon❞ Bruno Mars

❝Starboy ❞ The Weeknd ft Daft Punk

❝ Ivy❞ Frank Ocean

❝Runaway ❞ Ye ft Pusha T

❝ EARFQUAKE❞ Tyler the Creator

❝No Problems❞ Chance the Rapper ft Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz

❝Heartbeat ❞ Childish Gambino

❝ Power Trip❞ J. Cole ft Miguel

iii: a study 

⸻ NAME: Thaddeus Todd Wilson

⸻ AGE: twenty-six

⸻ GENDER: genderqueer

⸻ PRONOUNS: any, just don’t call him it or thaddeus or tadd or taddy or tadpole. 

⸻ SEXUALITY: homosexual

⸻ RELATIONSHIP: might be in a long con with Renato Luna

⸻ FACECLAIM: justice smith

⸻ HEIGHT: 5’10”

⸻ HAIR COLOR: black, dyed blonde currently

⸻ EYE COLOR: brown

⸻ MARKINGS: a scar on his forehead from liquid stitches, and a couple of marks to suggest he’s once had a broken arm

⸻ TATTOOS: none

⸻ PIERCINGS: he’s got a couple he takes out for work

⸻ DECORUM: when he’s not at work it’s T-shirts from Goodwill which he un-ironically likes, socks and sandals, he also likes his denim jacket, also whatever Gabs and Ren dress him in.  

 ⸻ SCENT: stolen samples of Kenneth Cole’s Black, Gain dryer sheets, & faint lingerings of ketchup on his fingers

⸻ POSITIVE TRAITS:  loyal, confident, daring

⸻ NEUTRAL TRAITS: deceptive, mellow, unaggressive

⸻ NEGATIVE TRAITS: finicky, hubristic, over confident

⸻ ZODIAC: taurus

⸻ ALIGNMENT:  lawful evil

⸻ MTBI: esfp

⸻ ENNEGRAM: 4 w 3, 8

⸻ TEMPERAMENT: sanguine

⸻ ELEMENT: fire

⸻ PRIMARY VICE: greed

⸻ PRIMARY VIRTUE: humility 

⸻ TROPE: Big Eater, The Trickster,, The Sleight of Hand, Desperately Craves Affection, Hurricane of Puns, Hidden Depths, Adult Child, Brilliant But Lazy, Daddy AND Mommy Issues

⸻ INSPIRATION: This guy & this guy. 

⸻ GOALS: To become an electrician and pull off the greatest long con in the world

⸻ FEARS: His mother & Imprisonment.

⸻ OCCUPATION: He tells others he works as a State Farm Insurance Agent, though he has no real experience in the field, and he hops around offices more often than he stays. He also works machine maintenance at the Ectoplasm Arcade, and other odd jobs around the town

⸻ RESIDENCE: The motel, but Ren sneaks him into the apartment shared with Gabs.

⸻ HOBBIES:  Tennis, card tricks, chess, beatboxing, dinosaur enthusiast, video games, electronics– he used to be a part of the robotics club in High School & DnD. 

⸻ HABITS: chewing with his mouth open, falling asleep during any kind of lecture, pretending not to speak english to get out of speaking to people he doesn’t want to talk to, saying yo un-ironically, and calling dibs or not it for the smallest of things– also speaking for his sister Mary.

iv: a biography 

he was always labeled as the boy triplet– something of a term he’d later in life try to rip away from his identity. there were so many things Todd Wilson wanted to become, and  being confined to the boxes of one gender would never stop him. coming into the world giggling, he’d always feel as if he’d have an inside joke. sharing that joke with two other sisters, was perhaps the biggest prank Gilbert Gladstone could ever play on the single mother, Beatrix Wilson. growing up he had two built-in best friends, a Mary and an Annabelle, both of whom he'd try his hardest to protect as the older triplet brother. his mother ingrained it in his head from the moment he could walk– his sisters were his responsibility, and he’d always face her wrath if they were ever not accounted for.

growing up with a single mom was hard, especially for a boy who wanted validation he couldn’t gain from his mother– Todd would bore Miss Wilson with questions of where his father was. in between her own little games of hide and seek the diamond ring and tag your it– it’s your turn to take the special baton, she’d dodge those questions. Todd didn’t know it at the time, but he was always an accomplice to her deceitful ways. thievery and running became a way of life, and Todd grew used to his mother’s ways, seeing it as nothing but normalcy.

he’d always wonder what his life could become if he had two parents to teach him the ways of disguise, misdirection and hacking. 

thus spawned the manhunt of the decade. it took years, and many decoys placed by their mother, but they were finally able to trace down a man who would finally make sense– in between all the random Brocks, and Joshs, and even Peters, the man in Salem with the tracker on his bracelet was the one with the biggest lead of all. Todd knew this last one would eventually break his sisters’ spirits, especially if Gilbert Gladstone wasn’t their father. but luck, as it so happened, was finally on their side. it was particularly hard to find the man, it was even harder was it stifling the questions Todd had for him– 

Todd promises to keep his distance, okay with only taking as much time as he can with the strange man, but he does idolize what little he knows of him. their bond is still growing and

Todd’s learning of his place in the world, but the secrets of his mother’s past threaten this stability.

v: connection ideas

General Ideas:

D&D Buddies - him, Ren and Bryan are known to pull Gabs into their circle of dorkiness. The more the merrier.

( STILL WORKING ON THIS BUT V OPEN TO ALL CONNECTIONS WHEEZE )

Where you can find him:

Bubble Pop Wash & Dry 

The Coffin Club

Ectoplasm Arcade 

Flying Saucer Pizza

Cryptid Cinema

Giant Food Store

Kum n Go Gas Station

Starfox Roadside Diner

Strikepin

Vulcan Video

Winter Island Drive-In

Current connections

Gilbert Gladstone - father

Jessica Claus - that weird white lady that wants to be his mom

Renato Luna - that boy cute

Gabriella Ricci - sometimes he wears her lipstick just to plant kisses on ren’s face 🤷🏻‍♀️

Dollie Alimjan - she’s a gay pal hell ya

Ellie Mercer- D & D and fellow nerd friend B)

Marlowe St Clair - Friends who dont realize they are siblings tEEHEE.

vi: tags 

;; TODD WILSON. 

;; TODD WILSON: MUSINGS.

;; TODD WILSON: CONNECTIONS.

;; TODD WILSON: STARTERS.

;; TODD WILSON: THREADS.

basics. name : safiya amsel / nickname : saf / age & sign : twenty4 & taurus ( april 27th ) / gender & pronouns : trans female & she and they / sexuality : bisexual / height : 5′10 / living family : half sister ( older ) / other family : mother ( kerstin amsel, deceased ) , father ( unknown name, mia ) / place of birth : wichita, kansas / hometown : colorado springs, colorado / occupation : gas station clerk / highest level of education : high school graduate, college drop out / how they ended up in salem : months and months of day-to-day benders and couch surfing. overview. tw for : death mention, drug addiction. the life that kerstin amsel gave to her children was enriching in the way that each of her children knew how deeply cared for they were, how cherished --- there was never a shortage of love, she left no room for anything else. kerstin knew how a lack of a father affected safiya, how it caused such duress and pain, and balanced the scales as best she could. being a single mother, working two jobs to make ends meet but still living paycheck to paycheck ... kerstin was under a fair amount of stress with two little ones she had to care for, but never once complained. they were the light of her life. shortly after safiya’s eleventh birthday was when kerstin suffered her first stroke. they run in the family, but brought on from years of consistent stress. nothing was the same after that. kerstin never fully recovered. safiya attended school while her sister stayed home to care for their mother as her health rapidly declined. the months dragged on, their days never-ending. when kerstin passed in early spring, safiya was taken in by their grandparents. her eldest sister, however, saddled now not only with her own grief but safiya’s as well, was at a crossroads. on one hand, she had a life that she was so close to figuring out, but on the other ... who better to guide safiya through their collective grief than she? the reincarnate of their saint mother.

if nothing else, over the years safiya has learned to appreciate their sister’s assertiveness and dedication to ensuring they’d a roof over their head and that there was plenty of food in the cabinets. but there’s something profoundly upsetting about the realization that it’s been you keeping the only person left, that reminds you most of her, from a life of their own. safiya, who was once so young but suddenly is at the cusp of adulthood, now a burden and an unnecessary weight on their sister’s shoulders.

battling with herself and with guilt and grief, safiya barely graduated high school --- if only for their sister’s insistence. around this time was when she began experimenting with drugs, cocaine and adderall being two personal favorites. college came the following fall, amid mass self-destruction. staying up often for days at a time, doing whatever drugs presented themselves: what’s meant to be will always find a way. safiya failed out by the following semester, with no choice but to turn back to their sister --- whose generosity and kindness drove them to hysteria. over the next few years, they’d spend plenty long days and even longer nights on her couch, breaking fevers and fighting full-body convulsions. made promises to stay clean, but old habits, you know.

sick of the bullshit and back-and-forth drug-induced rage, safiya’s sister checked them into rehab. albeit the process took several weeks and thousands of dollars, but she did it. for safiya, who was too far gone to do it for herself. it worked, however reluctant they were initially, and they stayed clean for a while. even made some friends in the process. but those friends will inevitably get better or leave for reasons of their own, and you’re alone again. once deemed competent enough to graduate from the program, thanks to lies told through gritted teeth and not to the haze in her eye, safiya went back to life as she knew it. under her sister’s roof, living under her supervision. with some impulsivity and whatever money in her savings, left to safiya from their mother, she began what would become a quick descend into the next few months of her life, only some of which they can remember.

didn’t realize that they’d blow through that savings, nor does safiya know what brought them to salem. change of scenery? different weather conditions when compared to colorado’s dry heat? she’s particularly fond of the east coast, but she doesn’t plan on staying --- for too long, anyway. not too thrilled she has to ration what remains of that money on a motel room, either.

THE BASICS

NAME: Annabelle Scott Wilson AGE: Twenty-six BIRTHDAY: April 24, 1995 STAR CHART: Taurus sun GENDER: Agender PRONOUNS: She/they SEXUALITY: Asexual Biromantic

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 5’5 DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Most well known for her curly hair. She also has some noticeable scars on her neck and arms. There’s a tattoo of a small smiley face on her wrist and a small sheep on her forearm  GLASSES OR CONTACTS: Neither JEWELRY: Gold rings on every finger, gold earrings in each ear, and golden hair beads placed over the occasional long braid. Additionally, she always wears her wedding ring on a necklace. FASHION: Denim on denim still hasn’t gone out of fashion. Colorful sweaters, patterned  “vintage” shirts that are straight out of the 80s and 90s. Overalls, plaid flannels, mom jeans with holes in the knees, and converse high tops so well worn that there’s holes rubbed in the sides. PHYSICAL DISABILITIES: Her right arm has been broken two or three times and, as a result, has never quite been as strong as he left.

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: Active, confident, imaginative, optimistic, passionate NEUTRAL TRAITS: Competitive, determined, experimental, intense, unambitious NEGATIVE TRAITS: Argumentative, childish, demanding, dependent, disorganized INTROVERTED/EXTROVERTED/AMBIVERT: Extroverted OPTIMIST/PESSIMIST: Optimist DAREDEVIL/CAUTIONS: Daredevil MESSY/NEAT: Messy FEARS: Becoming a boring pencil-pusher, the consequences of their actions GOALS: To learn how to make the perfect cup of hot chocolate like from the Santa Claus movie, have a tight-knit found family HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor MBTI: ESFP

PAST

HOMETOWN: Forks, Washington EDUCATION: High school dropout ( with a GED ) MOTHER: Beatrix Wilson FATHER: Gilbert Gladstone SIBLINGS: Mary Wilson, Todd Wilson ( triplets ), extensive

PRESENT

LOCATION: The woods CAREER: Roamer. ( Currently works at Rollin’ Rocket ) SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Jeo Seung Saja ( spouse )

LIKES

FOOD: Black cherry ice cream COLOR: Yellow MUSIC: R&B, EDM, 80s Classic rock ANIMAL: Monarch butterflies LITERATURE: Poetry

HABITS

SMOKES: More often than she should. DRINKS: Socially HANGOUT: Bubble Pop Wash & Dry, Manta Ray Radio & Records, Scaredy Cat Club SPENDING: Customized card decks, friendship bracelet kits, watercolor paint sets, nail polish QUIRKS: Always carries around small bubble wands in their bag, hangs onto small mementos like ticket stubs, passes, and receipts, can never break an egg cleanly NERVOUS TICKS: The Leg Must Bounce

HEADCANONS

Being raised by a literal criminal, Annabelle learned more about crime than basic household duties. When it comes to removing evidence and scrubbing a crime scene clean of any proof you were there, they know exactly what to do. When it comes to cleaning a kitchen? Not so much.

They don’t consider themself to be much of an artist, but they do find joy in making small watercolor paintings. However, taking polaroids is their favorite form of art.

They still have their extensive collection of sillybands that they wear from time to time.

BIOGRAPHY

From before she was born, Annabelle - along with her siblings Todd and Mary - were pulled into their mother’s various schemes. For the longest time, it was the only life Annabelle knew. Lying to your teachers about why your mother was late picking you up from school was completely normal, as was stealing lunch from your classmate’s cubbies and pulling out the test answers when no one else is looking. Sleeping in new hotel rooms every week was to be expected. Annabelle thought it was a fun game, and learned to be good at it. Whoever took the most lunch money was the winner. If she could pick a lock the fastest, she would get more dessert. They were assets more than they were her children, miniature partners in crime more than family, small humans to be used to her advantage rather than vulnerable young minds.

After a brief trip to Disney World, where they were there to work ( steal wallets and as much information as they could ) rather than simply be kids in a theme park, Annabelle began to realize they weren’t like most families nearby. They were hardly a family at all. The more Annabelle grew, the more their resentment of their mother increased. Money wasn’t tight - this was the lifestyle their mother had chosen. Sure, crime could be thrilling even - Annabelle felt a flutter in their own chest every time they risked getting caught in exchange of fishing entire livelihoods out of pockets. But what would happen if they didn’t pull enough cash one day? If they didn’t cause a distraction for long enough? If their lie fell wasn’t convincing enough? Would they lose their own mother, would they be swapped out for a better thief? Would there still be a seat at the table for them?

Annabelle, still young and impressionable, began to search for approval elsewhere, from someone whose affection wouldn’t depend on what she could give to them, and rather who she was just as a person. With the missing puzzle piece in her life always being her father, Annabelle joined in her brother’s search for the mystery man…which started with her dropping out of school ( she never much cared for it anyway ) and starting on the various goose chases that her mother offered for their father’s identity. An old partner. An enemy. A man in prison, graveyards, newspaper clippings, any info they could get their hands on. Each new lead, it seemed, was met with a dead end. With a mother more obsessed with elaborate heists than being a parent and a father who couldn’t seem to be found, Annabelle became tired of the constant disappointment from the adult figures in her life. Four years she spent at Todd and Mary’s side looking under every rock, scanning every museum, each nook and every other cranny to no avail. When they wanted to go further out East, Annabelle opted to stay where she was. She decided she had no interest in searching out a man who didn’t want to be found to find further disappointment. She’d make her own little life for herself in Nevada, in a broom shed of an apartment, without having to live to anyone else’s expectations besides her own.

— HISTORY ( tw: abuse, addiction mention ) 

if johanna were to describe her parents in a word, it would be incompatible. as far back as she can recall, they were the sort of pair that were fated to part in one form or another. her father, benjamin, was always fidgety and feeble, easily manipulated, easily abused. her mother lucille was overbearing, uncaring, and forever looking out for herself and her own sordid interests. their inevitable ending was all but cemented when word came of her father’s surprising infidelity, the man returning to an old flame and family johanna had been given little notice of. it was at this time she came to know of an elder sibling. the connection would never cement in the way she truly wished, however, with johanna’s mother forbidding contact after catching the pair sneaking around during school hours more than once and putting genuine fear in her father’s heart for his son’s safety.

this fear of retaliation would translate to any possible court proceedings as well, with benjamin inevitably caving to any further demands wished of him rather than put up a decent fight, partly out of understanding for his own desires towards his daughter that he dare not speak of. and in his cowardice, renders his role in his daughter’s life from that point forward essentially nonexistent.

under her mother’s sole ‘care’ johanna found herself isolated and grew mute, just as restricted now as her father likely felt as all eyes were focused only in her direction. she would struggle to shelter her abuses, struggle to maintain normalcy in the world with her mother using her only child in any manner she saw fit: assisting with procuring funds for various addictions, to air her frustrations, to push for actions most would consider questionable at best. and it wasn’t long before johanna found herself with a police record, the questionable activity catching up with her. her mother played her role well, however — taking little blame and swearing to do her part to see her daughter ‘shape up’ despite her obvious influence. in fact, breaking away from the woman’s grasp proved nearly impossible until johanna managed to secure a mentorship, strung about out of direct concern for her wellbeing from a counselor who could tell something was amiss.

that mentor, han-jae song, would prove a great aid in johanna finding her footing again, in allowing her a chance to breathe again. even in small, isolated ways.

with his influence, johanna would seek her freedom fully, crafting her escape from her mother’s claws in a fashion most wouldn’t initially consider: an unexpected marriage, authorized by her inebriated mother, in the hopes of seeking proper emancipation. before this union could come to fruition, however, she would find her wishes granted in another way — with the actual disappearance of her mother, practically overnight, and her eventually being taken in by her mentor.

there were few clues or much indication at all of what had exactly happened to the woman — her car was gone, but there was no note. that sort of thing. it wouldn’t surprise johanna if the woman simply got tired of her and sought another meal ticket, someone easier to control without fear of so many witnesses, perhaps, as there had been growing concerns at her doorstep lately. yet, there’s a part of her that wonders on this and whether out of genuine concern for the woman’s wellbeing despite her actions or otherwise, the manner of the woman’s vanishing still causes vague alarm to rise in her chest for some time.

that feeling of concern was renewed, naturally, with the sudden disappearance of her girlfriend, sonequa, two years ago now. and, frankly speaking, johanna can’t help wondering if somehow she’s the cause for both. if she’s cursed them somehow. it isn’t a matter she brings up to those around her these days ( specifically her guardians ), out of fear of worrying them, but she’s grown more cautious lately and is constantly searching for answers now.

— FACTS

a lover of nature and all it encompasses, johanna can often be found roaming freely through forests and fields of flowers

she enjoys being barefoot as well, and takes every chance she can to ditch her footwear 

during her first two years of nurse school, she worked as a florist at the local shop and has many plant babies in her life now

she is a phenomenal baker, yet a terrible cook. she enjoys baking cookies and pies most, and will give away new creations whenever and wherever

a true romantic and bleeding heart, she enjoys a good fairytale and is always one to wish and do her best for others. she is everyone’s biggest cheerleader

speaking of romance, she is still loyal to her lost girlfriend sonequa, the mayor’s daughter, and often worries she may never be found

arcade games are her favorite, even if she’s often terrible at them

she chose the name johanna after han adopted her and introduces herself as this only, her change in moniker her first step in her aim to undue and atone for her past mistakes and gain a fresh start

she owns the biggest collection of stuffed animals you can imagine

johanna is a competent seamstress, a skill born of her need to sew up her own clothes growing up as her mother often refused to replace them

she’s recently taken up boxing in an effort to learn how to protect herself better, something she hasn’t directly mentioned to anyone

she owns a cavalier king charles spaniel named periwinkle and a german shepard named hobbs. hobbs is the older of the two and both are fiercely protective of her

while she does actually have a driver’s license after several failed tests, driving absolutely terrifies her so she relies on friends and cabs often to get her places

cozy sweaters, marshmallows, stargazing, horses, checkers, and the color pink are some of her big loves

— CONNECTIONS

she’s only recently moved to her new apartment within the last few months, but any fellow residents or neighbors she’s spoken with or baked for or anything are welcome

anyone in ren’s dnd group or associates of them, as they are her usual crowd of friends

people who know han or simon, people who know of her life of crime before or former associates in those crimes or those trying to lure her back, the guy she almost married to escape her mother, former therapy friends, those associated with her girlfriend sonequa and any connections that stem from her disappearance like those who interviewed her and what have you 

— HISTORY ( tw: addiction mention, death )

joan’s mother is the sister of the alimjan family’s mother and thusly, she is their first cousin while being born a second child. and similar to her darling sister, the mother in question had great aspirations for her children, but in particular her youngest girl as shown in her choice to name her daughter after hollywood star joan crawford. much like her namesake, however, joanie would squander the woman’s hopes and dreams in various, disappointing ways — starting with exacerbating some pre-existing health issues that began with the pregnancy and would see the woman pass well before her time.

joan doesn’t necessarily blame herself for this seemingly sudden death, aware of the poor logic in that thread of thinking, but she does wonder on the what-ifs and could-bes from time to time

she is also convinced this death is partly the reason her father was so hellbent on the idea of joanie spending more or less every waking second with her cousins despite the distance of the drive — an angle to fill the absence of a proper womanly influence

despite her agitations even at that age, joanie considers her cousins closer than any sibling — particularly because she didn’t much care for her own. this was further cemented with the struggles her side of the family endured financially once her father lost his job due to his addictions that saw the family separate in time, shipped off to distant relatives.

in joan’s case, this would be her grandfather on her father’s side, a man of his community who detested the weakness his son had shown time and again.

her grandfather would also be responsible for further influencing her love of the supernatural and superstitious, alongside her new neighbor, mimi song — a foster child who would become one of her best friends in her youth.

— FACTS

mimi would be the reason she came to know a weirdo named han-jae song, a friendship miraculously maintained well through her college years and to this very day.

mimi’s passing, and the oddities in the tale given, would lend its influence towards her choice in career with the fbi, but not before joan took some time for herself to pen and publish a few short stories of the mystery variety throughout her years under various pseudonyms. they are mostly inspired by her and her family’s experiences, but also any rumors and tales she’s tracked over time. she currently has several collections to her name, of various levels of fame, not that fame in particular matters to her

her grandfather is the one responsible for introducing her to a lot of her culture. her fascination with history and art specifically stem from his influence

joan is lowkey a cheapskate and doesn’t believe in owning nice things for the sake of it, believing anything worth having is to be properly earned — art and wine are her exceptions. and despite the shitty nature of her abode, fine selections of both are present in her home, which few have bore witness to as she is not someone prone to keeping company due to a natural dislike of anyone knowing where she resides

dollie and josie are her favorite cousins, either because of their shared love of the suspicious and supernatural in the instance of dollie or in josie’s case, because of their shared sensibility. lottie teeters on being the least favored for various reasons, but recently, this is due to the woman’s choice in music and residence.

joan absolutely loves her sunglasses and tailored suits, wearing either whenever remotely possible

as a woman who doesn’t believe in the stability of romantic relationships or the advantage they possibly bring ( han and simon’s situation are a good example of what she tries to avoid ), flings are her go-to as they’re quicker, easier and less of a strain in her day to day

language wise, she knows chinese, french, arabic, and can read uyghur

swimming and jogging are her favorite physical activities outside of the gun range

she has a slight liquor and gambling problem, and enjoys a challenge be it in the form of puzzles, people, or otherwise

cats are her favorite creatures, frogs and ferrets are close seconds

she can cook rather well

joan loves guns. like, absolutely loves them

lukewarm coffee is the bane of her existence

to an extent, the same applies to gil even as he’s grown on her over time

despite what her usual personality would entail, she drives like an absolute maniac

— CONNECTIONS

anyone in the han / simon / gil / alimjan circle frankly. these are her people, whether she likes it or not, so anyone connected has a good chance of knowing her

when alicia mae, stay-at-home mother, dressmaker, laid eyes on her second child the first cortage of rumination that coursed through her mind always powdered into three pristine fragments: she had eyes with darker hues but just as big and as meddlesome as her mother’s had been upon plunking a first step in the city that never slept; she was gurgling out loud noises that seemed to tickle her throat; and she couldn’t stop creating mountains with her crayons for her mother to see and ignoring the spinning wheels or any other mechanical toys that functioned around them.

when matthew alcott, a struggling company man, step-father, laid eyes on the child, he wanted to cover his ears because he knew something too boisterous would come out of her mouth and distract him from his paperworks. he’d notice her from the corner of his eyes, stumbling and crumbling puzzles his collagues had given her as a birthday gift because she didn’t like the way they were constructed and he would feel embarrassment wreck into him, and he wondered if she’d ever quieten down one day like her brother did.

the battered mixture of those two perspectives alongside explosive environments shaped heather into someone draped in jagged edges and pure childlike confusion — she was born at a time where her father would rather remain with one obligent child and ignored her sloppy advances in her attempt to seek for a fatherly figure. her mother was always too fragile, permitting her husband’s ragged and coarse collagues to crash into their house without conscious consent and shutting eyes when they were wrecking around the house behaving as if they owned the place. her brother chose to be ignorant most of the time, only there when required. witnessing all of this, heather started to develop harsh tendencies herself.

she grew up knowing and constantly frightened by the fact that rage was a part of her everyday routine. loud silverwares at eight in the morning, beer bottles being thrown throughout the rest of the afternoon, shouting, screaming, hands on her arms when she raised her voice and her own hands on someone’s arms when they so much as breathe too heavily over her shoulder, wounds, bruises. her father, now intrigued, decided to milk her anger — continuously he would push and pull to see how far she would go, how powerful and how weak she could be, severely abuse her before letting her rest again later to lick her own wounds.

discovering rifts of solace was almost implausible until her little sister, samantha, was born into the world — untouched and unwounded yet by the claws of her father, heather desperately took the initiative to take care and shield the youngest sibling when the others couldn’t. the two grew a close bond and amidst heather’s muddy other efforts to find peace and distractions through physical, sexual, and harmful endeavors, she, for the first time, felt what it was like to be thoroughly cared by someone other than her mother and numerous psychiatrists her father had assigned for her to cover his wrongdoings.  those were short bursts of short-lived comfort. but there was peace, and then there wasn’t.

hell broke loose when a feud between her and her father turned atrocious to the point where physical harm was inflicted — samantha accidentally slipped and was caught in the crossfire when heather’s elbow pushed her during the fiasco, causing her to collapse off the stairs and ending with a fractured arm and two heavily damaged legs. the aftermath of the incident was enough to turn heather’s world upside down and blanketed her with ceaseless guilt, sending her into thousands of self-destructive behaviours and one in particular earning a scar on her face. at this point, isolation became heather’s only option, and curling herself away from the world, she decided to leave home and live on her own.

lost and homeless, heather found a temporary abode in bonnie springs where she encountered a man named diego rogalnikov; a gruff, mysterious figure whom she took interest in and his spouse, anka moon,  who later turned out to be her childhood friend and whom she was quick to warm up to despite her reluctance at first. although due to her rather detached and fickle attitude, heather gained a flawed reputation there which - having already been enstranged by most people since childhood, heather tried not to let it get into her and stayed close to those who mattered. she discovered herself relishing diego and anka’s residence a lot and trained herself more in the arts of surviving, although her emotional struggle continued to launch her into many predicaments. however, diego was a sick man, and after his health continued to deteriorate, so did heather’s mental issues. not wanting to accidentally harm them the way she had with sam or becoming emotionally fragile herself, heather decided it would be best to pack her bags again and continue her journey, though promising anka that she would keep in touch with them as much as she could.

spending several months with only so little resources on the streets, heather soon prompted a low-maintenance career as a boxer, participating in weekly bouts to keep herself fed and somewhat provided. on the side, she began to also refine her artistic skills by working as a freelance carpenter and painter when the cash from her fights wasn’t enough to keep her through the month. in-between matches and mingling with the rowdy crowd, heather was later let known by her trainer, an old-time work partner of her biological father, that she was not matthew’s flesh and blood, but he denied knowing more about her father’s whereabouts. barely enduring through those exhaustive nights, heather later became involved in an on-and-off relationship with one of the ringleaders’ daughter, astrid locke. while the pair had their moments, they constantly failed to take it a step further due to heather’s trauma and lacking comprehension of her own feelings at that time and astrid’s continuous feeding to the unbridled, yet much more venomous lifestyle.

one match turned awry, however, when a hit from her opponent caused a striking impact, making her lose focus amidst the round and unintentionally rely on desperate and illegal moves. she lost the match and her career was forcibly halted for what she had done. heather received a lingering injury after, and eventually she decided to flee again to receive help by admitting herself to several institutions, including one in her mother’s hometown in korea, secluding herself to take care of the elder. astrid and heather maintained contact, and although heather remained distant due to her medicated state, she promised to give them another chance when she returned to the states.

later on, heather was once again contacted by her then-former mentor, who explained more about her biological family. including another older brother that she’d never met, and her twin, cyrek fawn. although aghast at the very beginning, heather took her time to soak in the news and then weaved up a plan to find them once she was discharged, that was, if they were willing to converse with her.

however, when she did find her way back, she was hit with the news that astrid had been killed in a motorcycle club raid, accidentally getting tangled in the conflict that took her life. morose, heather became closed-off, reigniting her boxing career despite the warnings about her injury and lived a quiet live in a near rundown apartment for months. around this time, she was reunited with anka, reconciling their friendship after hearing the news about their husband’s passing. soon enough, their relationship blossomed, and having learned to be more vulnerable, she opened herself fully to them and was genuine in their bond. they married a year after, taking in anka son, nikita, with them as well as anka’s second child later, claire. heather once again exited boxing, entirely, to focus on her family.

heather discovered her twin sometimes prior to her marriage, developing a gradual bond with the sullen punk. when tragedy struck and she found out that their half-sibling, alice onyx, had passed in a gruesome way, heather became driven to ensure that nothing similar would ever unfold again and she started dipping in into the realm of crime-solving by attending classes for criminal justice. after two years of education and backed by her previous field experience, heather established herself as a private investigator, continuing throughout the years after to train herself more and having her very own office to take on the cases.

an attempt to kidnap nikita initiated by anka’s ex yanked the two into a rescue mission, and amidst the bustle, heather was wounded in her right eye and it resulted in her becoming one-eye blind. this warranted a surgery to remove her damaged eye, replacing it with a prosthetic. she later traded boxing to a secondary occupation as a boxing trainer at lucky cat fitness center, after her mentor had given up the mantle.

heather had also begun to develop a special project to provide assistance for neglected children or those without families spread their creativity by working together with a foster care organization and building an art shack for them; intending to make sure no other kids would have to go through what she had or at least, feel as lonesome  supervised by the higher ranks of the organization, alongside a few of her close friends and cyrek, she would attend the shack at least four times a week to accompany the children and welcome some of the new arrivals.

after finding out that anka was no longer able to bear another child due to a traumatic event that happened while she was away, heather agreed to consider doing an in vitro to ensure that they could still have another child - helping her wife cope with what she had lost. heather then resided with her family, in her childhood home, attempting to find a semblance of peace with her old-time terror and replenish the place with better memories. she also continued her role as the leader of her art project and has been gradually planning to expand it further.

a year later, in january 2020, after discovering tranquility in the house she had long sought as a child and months after the passing of her mother, heather and her family packed up and moved to the ranch and homestead once owned by diego, however remaining to keep and fund the old house as she is currently planning to reconstruct some parts of it into a gallery filled with displays including art and the dresses her mother had made.

on august 2020, almost a year after agreeing to the in vitro, heather gave birth to two fraternal twins; aiden and chaja moon.

several years later, after continously struggling with her ailments, heather decided to retire from her job as a private investigator and chose a much tranquil job as a fellow baker and co-owner of anka’s bakery.

additional information !

heather is one-eye blind, which causes her to struggle slightly with recognizing faces upon second or third encounters. she tends to rely on her hearing to recognize someone’s pattern, and touch for those whom she’s close with.  

experienced eclampsia during her pregnancy followed by cerebral edema a few months after due to her boxing injury resurfacing whilst her stress was relatively high, prompting her into a surgery that would remove her brain’s swelling.

while the surgery was a success, the severity and longtime delay prior to it has caused several damages to her motor function, occasionally resulting in speech and motion impairment.

although her other eye functions more normally, it’s also slightly muddled and most of the time she’s required to wear glasses, except for when she’s at home or is supervising her classes.

has an evident oral fixation, when not smoking, you’ll at times find her suckling a blueberry-flavored popsickle or biting the end of her pen.

heather inherits her mother’s childhood home in damyang-gun, south korea, and every few years or months she would fly over there to clean the house per the late elder’s request.

basically a guard dog but becomes a helpless puppy if you either a.) give her blueberry b.) stroke her hair.

some residents once thought she would be able to solve the missing persons mystery until they realized she was an amateur and mostly just took small cases and spent most of her work finding pets and saving kittens.

i: aesthetics

the lilt and lull of sharp strings of a new composition ; spinning bike wheels rolling with the fog as the only means of transport ; shattered coffee mugs from spoiled milk and rotten demeanors hastily cleaned and picked up after ; record players drowning goosebumps to be tucked away in antique boxes ; the comfort of an empty auditorium lacking appreciation and adoration ; a dark billowing cloak hunched over a piano bench

ii: a playlist

❝ Requiem, K 262: Lacrimosa ❞ Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

❝ Concerto in G minor RV 156 ( Arr. for Piano) ❞ Antoni Vivaldi

❝ Nocturne No. 2 In E Flat, Op.9 No.2 ❞ Frédéric Chopin

❝ Moonlight Sonata ( First Movement ) ❞ Ludwig van Beethoven

❝ Trois Gnossiennes: I. Lent ❞ Erik Satie

❝ Carnival of the Animals, R. 125: XIII The Swan ❞ Camille Saint-Saëns

❝ Swan Lake, Op 20, Act 2: Scene ❞ Pyotr Illyich Tchaikovsky

❝ Gymopédie No. 1 ❞ Erik Satie

❝ Clair de Lune, L 32 ❞ Claude Debussy

❝ Fantasie-impromptu in C Minor, Op Posth. 66  ❞ Frédéric Chopin

❝ Fantasia in D Minor, K.397 ❞ Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

iii: a study

⸻ NAME: pax min

⸻ AGE: thirty-two

⸻ GENDER: cisgender man

⸻ PRONOUNS: he/ him

⸻ SEXUALITY: heterosexual

⸻ RELATIONSHIP: pinning ( engaged ) over a beauty

⸻ FACECLAIM: lee soo hyuk

⸻ HEIGHT: 6'0"

⸻ HAIR COLOR: black

⸻ EYE COLOR: brown

⸻ MARKINGS: sullen eyes from a lack of sleep, trimmed fingernails, and perfect posture.

⸻ TATTOOS: none

⸻ PIERCINGS: none

⸻ DECORUM: turtle necks and slacks–– which are far too professional for a record store owner

⸻ SCENT: bitter coffee, a hint of antique must and musk masked by blue spruce cologne

⸻ POSITIVE TRAITS:  benevolent, calm, & earnest

⸻ NEUTRAL TRAITS: absentminded, frugal, & private

⸻ NEGATIVE TRAITS: cowardly, envious, & treacherous

⸻ ZODIAC: scorpio

⸻ ALIGNMENT:  true neutral

⸻ MTBI: intj

⸻ ENNEGRAM: 2, 8, 4

⸻ TEMPERAMENT: melancholic

⸻ ELEMENT: water

⸻ PRIMARY VICE: pride

⸻ PRIMARY VIRTUE: chastity

⸻ TROPE: defrosting ice king, control freak, the problem with fighting death, jerk with a heart of gold, no social skills

⸻ INSPIRATION: mr. clean, squilliam  fancy pants, victor van dort & ichabod crane with trace amounts of mr darcy

⸻ GOALS: pay off his family’s debts.

⸻ FEARS: ornithophobia ( birds, especially ducks )

⸻ OCCUPATION: technically, a retired orchestra flutist- Music Shop Owner, English Street Music Company, where he sells instruments for mostly band students in the area, he also provides music tutoring / lessons in his home for piano, and plays in Jazz Bars every Wednesday night.

⸻ RESIDENCE: GARGOYLE GARDEN APARTMENTS

⸻ HOBBIES:  playing the flute, & piano– he’s new at the violin, and despite how birds make him feel– bird watching because you’ve gotta keep your eye on your mortal enemies, ( mostly for the long walks it involves ) he won’t admit it but he’s also fond of slow dancing–– but he’s very picky when it comes to partners, he also likes to collect watches.

⸻ HABITS: he picks at his fingernails when he’s nervous, cleans ( especially dusts ) when he’s upset and therefore sniffles in high times of stress, as well as talks over people when he’s heated. he will also point out in any moment that smoking kills, and will sour around secondhand smoke

iv: a biography

his ambitions were mostly misunderstood when he was younger. he wanted to spread the joy and love of music through orchestral compositions and his own niche favorite jazz woodwinds. the year he learned to play the recorder was the worst year for his father’s patience.

he had the support of the woman whom he thought birthed him, which overshadowed his father’s wishes for his son to become a doctor. though it was a debate among the household growing up, neither parent could deny pax’s talent. and despite how much his father argued, his mother would influence the boy to follow his heart.

if you ask pax song what his most treasured gift is, it would be the gold plated flute gifted to him by his mother. it was a graduation present intended to be used for traveling the world but he’s never truly taken it out of its case. other than for a quick polish, the pipe hardly sees the light of day. he feels unworthy, mostly.

his days as an orchestra flutist are a thing in the past. after a recent passing in the family, he’s returned home- close enough to be within driving distance of his adoptive parents’ house. and though, he does struggle to keep business afloat, he does intend, one day to buy a home where his parents could stay with him.

despite learning at an early age that he was a part of an illegal adoption, he’s considered himself lucky- being a part of the family he’s grown up with, despite his father’s pressures and their constant bickering, they are his real family.

he’d heard rumors of a half brother and a sister, of which he was fully determined to meet, though finding said individuals grew too hard and strenuous on his patience. he’s mostly given up that feat.

v: connection ideas

General Ideas:

Musician friends

Music mentees

Met in the Music Shop

Family - he’s likely got a lot of adoptive family along with his real siblings

Neighbors

Klutzes in Common

A big Ex from years ago

He played at your bar mitzvah, wedding, birthday, etc.

Where you can find him:

Thrift stores

Park benches

Coffee shops /internet cafes

Jazz bars

Opera houses

Busking in the park

vi: tags

;; PAX MIN.

;; PAX MIN: MUSINGS.

;; PAX MIN: CONNECTIONS.

;; PAX MIN: STARTERS.

;; PAX MIN: THREADS.