#seaintros

ok so let’s start at the beginning shall we? Her mother is from Brighton but moved to Norway when she was in her early twenties and fell in love, you know how it goes, and had two beautiful babies. First was arden and two years later alexander, her little brother was born.

They lived in Bergen, Norway until she was 13 and her parents got divorced. It wasn’t like super messy, but her mom doesn’t even talk to her dad except for a few exceptions so if that’s any hint to how things ended. Honestly they would fight all the time and life got a lot quieter and more pleasant once they left.

Arden and her brother moved with their mom to Brighton to live with her sister till they figured things out and they all loved Brighton so much they stayed. Honestly Arden sees herself staying here forever.

Her mom was very consistent with teaching her kids both english and Norwegian so she’s super bilingual and if she’s intoxicated or super emotional she’ll probably switch between the two and the Norwegian tones in her accent become more noticeable.  

Despite being a very outgoing and effervescent child, the older she got the light inside her started to dim. It was slow and unnoticeable for a while and then everything went down hill at once. 

It started being noticeable when she developed trichotillomania, that was a side effect of her long term anxiety that was hard to hide. She was 13 when that started and despite going to a phycologist they didn’t leave with a diagnosis more than just generalized anxiety, not wanting to just jump to something more serious.

After a health class during year ten things got a . Girls in class would talk about skin care and acne and the oil build up on your skin and dirt filling her pores and suddenly all she could feel was the oil and clogged pores. and cue the extreme skin care, often leading to excessive exfoliation daily, even multiple times on bad days, often leaving her face red and raw and it was quite painful. It even left her with some scaring.

The second thing to come from this class was a lesson on calorie intake and how much you should have daily to be healthy for your body type. She became consumed with the need to hit that exact number everyday, afraid if she didn’t she’d suddenly change body types and would have to deal with all the supposed health issues they discussed in class. She would spend hours calculating and memorizing calories and planning out everything she’d eat to not be over or under that number. 

The combination of these two new changes she went back to the doctor and was diagnosed with OCD and thus began a long journey of therapy and meds to try and get things under control. Over that time she still developed more obsessions and compulsions but tbh I haven’t decided on what those are yet. And it wasn’t till she was 19 that things got so bad it lead her to spending a couple months in an inpatient program and it honestly saved her life.

When she got home that old light became noticeable again. It was like welcoming back a friend you hadn’t seen in years because she was so far from who she really is for years. Things were noticeably better when she got back but still most days there were struggles and although the bad days are less frequent still nothing is completely easy.

She still has a strict skin care routine but it’s no longer harming her and although she is still conscious of what she eats she doesn’t keep track of numbers and most days she doesn’t feel guilty for giving her body what she needs even when it’s more than a calculation said she did.

Ok moving on from that heaviness, Arden works at page turners books and honestly she just loves literature and just words in general. like she will geek out over the beauty of words. She’d love to be an english teacher one day and is currently saving up for school now that she feels like she’s in a solid place emotionally to go back to school.

She can read five languages so that’s hella cool and honestly she just has a wealth of random knowlege

She’s also an aesthetic hoe like she does it for the gram, she’ll go out of her way to do things that make her feel like she’s in a movie and she’ll spend pointless money on things just because she has built up her own personal aesthetic and needs to stick to it because it makes her feel good you feel.

She’s lowkey jealous of the workers at neon night club because she thinks their job looks so fun and somedays she wants to be the type of person that works at cool night clubs, but honestly she can’t even be there for more than an hour or two because it’s just so over stimulating, that damn anxiety.

Oh and to make her time in highschool even worse she was in a two year toxic and manipulative relationship like it was real fucked up and honestly despite it all she’s still lowkey in love with him because that’s just how things are with those types of relationships.

Since then she hasn’t dated or really even wanted to. I mean she’s had crushes but never really pursued them, afraid history would repeat itself. Also being physically intimate with other people is really hard for her.

She has this super independent complex, a mix of not wanting to burden people and also not wanting to ever feel like can’t handle things on her own. She’s super stubborn guys, but she’s really trying to work on letting people in, but it’s hard you feel.

Over all she’s an a strong independent aesthetic hoe that is just doing her best to be her best everyday.

CINDY KIMBERLY? No, I think that’s just DIANA NAVARRO, the 20 year old Brighton resident who has been there for TWO YEARS. They are currently employed at BLUE MOON DINER as a SERVER and their coworkers say they’re EMPATHETIC though sometimes FICKLE. If you get to know them better, you might find that SHE PLAYS STAND UP BASS. Don’t forget; they identify as CIS FEMALE and use SHE/HER!

she’s a princess fair warning

she was born and raised in newark, nj. her parents were star crossed lovers who left spain after their parents didn’t approve of their different cultural backgrounds. she’s been raised as an only child, in a house of love. her mother is a baker and di spent most of her early life in the bakery listening to her mother’s amazing mixes of songs and making delicious treats

going into high school, she had a passion for music and begged her parents to send her to a specialty school, and they did.

di became trained in playing the stand up bass for jazz performance, as well as vocal training, and studying improvisation of scat. though, in her times of being a performer, she enjoyed the studying part more than being on stage. sure, it was fun, and she had a lovely voice, but her passion was knowing all there was to know about music, not to be the one to make it.

she wanted to become a music historian, and UCLA had an amazing program that was her dream to go, but when she brought this up to her parents, they were not so pleased to have her go after such an obscure job title. 

being kind of the stubborn gal she is, after she graduated, she got her ducks in a row and flew away to brighton.

the intent here was to just get away from the influence of her parents and friends and become her own person, who could figure out what she wated. as much as she hated what her parents had to say, they were kind of right. she hoped this time would help her find a new, more stable passion

plot twist, it hasn’t.

now she’s got two years left on her visa and she’s gotta figure out what the fuck to do with her life.

NOW THE FUN PART !!

if u took a cliche mean girls group, di would be the quiet pretty one. pretty enough to be queen bee but without the backbone to support that dominant personality.

she is very sweet and empathetic but if it came to her friends or people she cares for, she can bring out the claws.

and that’s really not fun.

she kinda has this face of wanting to take over the world and then people act harsh with her and she’s vv gentle and soft. she doesn’t dish it out bc she knows she can’t take it in return.

she is built to have a bff who is the Queen Bee bc she’s the perfect supporter. she can look at catty and petty stuff and go ‘hmm yes good i like this good thing i have u bc i can’t say this stuff’

she’s a glamour babe w red lipstick and highlighter don’t touch her stuff ever.

while she is very sociable, she enjoys her time alone. she almost always has headphones in. she lives alone and couldn’t imagine sharing her space with anyone. it’s why she’s never had a serious relationship when she moved to brighton. 

she’s openly bi, and while she tends to gravitate towards men for their supple money supports, they tire her and she has more fun with women, anyways.

so first things first, i suppose, hi you guys! idk if any of you will remember my trashy ass, but i was here back a year ago when this beautiful little roleplay opened for the first time with a taylor swift fc (pretty sure it was bunny...) and i’m so glad to see this is back, ‘cause i got hella busy trying to get ready for college and it wasn’t the most fun ever, so if you for some crazy reason remember me, hi! if you don’t, that’s okay, because you will ‘cause i plan on loving each of you down

i won’t ramble for thirty years about corbyn mostly because i’ve already done that (sorry, nat & dash, i don’t know what brevity is) so i’ll keep this short ‘n sweet, and if you wanna read more on her you can gladly do so here and here (this one’s under construction but i’ll get it done as fast as i can)

corbyn’s been in brighton for about four years now after moving from auckland, nz to attend school here (and that fucking failed, lemme tell ya)

she’s a former dancer turned tattoo artist, she’s got some pretty interesting stories about her dance days if you ask + she’s willing to tell

she’s my lil’ cinnamon roll baby, doesn’t look it upon first glance bc resting bitch face but she just loves people and is kinda dorky and wants everyone to feel important and special to her bc they are

also my hella indecisive, has no idea what she wants to do, often self-isolating child who is S U C H an infj, she’ll shut people out sometimes because she just likes being on her own, but also it comes from a place of her being the root of all her problems; she’s very observant and knows what side of herself to show people but she’s also so indecisive about what she wants from people that she’s just all over the damn place???? bear with her

is one of the biggest perfectionists you will ever fucking meet

she identifies as pansexual?? love is a door she’s never really opened and once again, isn’t sure what she wants out romance-wise and is somewhat naive when it comes to that realm of things, she’s not very experienced and is hella awkward

super non-traditional, she’s what the kids call a modern-day feminist and is always trying to learn as much as she can so she’s as socially/politically aware as she can be

100% believes in all the local legends, my little conspiracy-theory-loving child. do not ask her to give you the rumored tattoo - she will turn you away so damn fast

okay so basics, my pronouns are she/her and i’m 20, and i reside in cst. some things u should know abt me, i get carried away w my writing a lot so if you don’t want a thread to get longer please just let me know and i’ll pull it back so quickly lol! i just have a thing for detail anywaYS

here is a lil abt my masterpiece maya

ok so lets start off w how she is now, she’s kinda like that person that seems like they know everything but it’s not like she throws it in your face. she just has that old soul vibe ig, so ppl see her as a natural leader. also shes a photographer @ the starry night gallery u feel so like ya. her work is rly like, introspective as fuck like u have to kinda interpret how the subjects in her photos are feeling.

from mayas perspective tho like she’s just doing her own thing. she’s naturally independent and a bit of an outcast, and she has been that way for a while so she tends to embrace it. like she just doesn’t pay attention to what other ppl are doing bc she thinks like , each life should be individual

this doesn’t mean she’s mean, she’s actually kinda nice and maybe inspiring is the right word - like she will push anyone to do anything they’re passionate abt, whether she agrees w it or not bc she believes everyone should do their own thing 

but like ... if u get on her bad side (would most likely happen if you’re errogant or somethin, like acting like you’re above all bc maya thinks we’re all equal regardless of status) hm u just dont wanna be  there ok

anyways, her bg ( bio on 4th tab if  ur up for reading a novel)

she had a normal life up until like 12 like cookie cutter dinner every night at the family table and church on sundays type shit and like ...

then her bro was born and since he was kinda a miracle bc her parents werent supposed to be able to have kids after maya he started gettin attention ig and maya was used to being a single child for her whole life

so maya starts rebelling bc she meets this girl valarie who ends up being her best friend and is rly rebellious blah blah blah and it breaks her parents up, her dad moves away w her young impressionable brother and maya is left w her emotionally unavailable mother

fast forward to her sr yr she got her heart broken by some popular boy who aint shit and her best friend got w him after maya so like she was like fuck this and moved away to brighton to make amends w her dad and brother right

so she gets there eventually after like months of anxiety abt meeting them, and her brother has no fuckin clue who she is he thinks hes an only child and his mother abandoned him so like

maya has to gain her brothers trust all the while hating her father but eventually gains his trust and then her brother disappears in all of this shit and wallah we’re at the end of the story

now she takes pictures and shit abt the disappearances like of ppl who have lost ppl idk im tired i cant explain it but like shes like an artist ig lol aeuyvegjb bye i suck so much 

she’s emotionally damaged but uses it to her advantage is the one takeaway u could have from this idek

i dont even make sense anymore

one more edit bc fuck lol maya is poly and she identifies as female. she/her my lovelies.

MAX IRONS? No, I think that’s just NICOLAS BURKE, the 27 year old Brighton resident who has been there for SIX YEARS. They are currently employed at POPPY’S EMPORIUM as a MANAGER and their coworkers say they’re CHARMING though sometimes DISTANT. If you get to know them better, you might find that HE IS AN AVID BEE PROTECTOR. Don’t forget; they identify as CIS MALE and use HE/HIM!

death & plane crash tw

Rich Boy™ from Cheshire. middle child in a very wealthy family. half blood money, half from a long line of doctors and lawyer. his own father a doctor, his mother an art curator.

he has two older siblings and a younger sister. the two oldest had a tendency to try to one-up each other. always athletic and exceeded academically. his younger sister the pretty one, and daddy’s little girl.

nicolas ended up with the artsy side, and being very close to his mother. sure, he was in rowing pretty much his whole later academic life, and excelled greatly in education like the rest of the burke children. but while the other children were playing three different sports, nicolas studied six different languages, the history or art, and philosophy.

unfortunately, being different from his family, caused for a rather big head. he thought himself godly because he was more cultured and educated in history than his family. he studied anatomy with his father’s books. of course, he was just as rowdy as the rest of the children, polite on the front, but parties and drinking when they sneak away.

going to university, he went rather far away, creating a divide between him and his siblings. he wanted to study art and philosophy. potentially following his mother’s footsteps. his older siblings went to law school, and his younger sister dead set on taking after daddy.

nicolas was good at school, still on the rowing team, he partied beyond frequently, sleeping with everyone, and generally just living up his life

one holiday break he brought home a special friend and came out to his parents as bisexual. his parents were supportive up front, but told him to ‘keep his recreational habit quiet’. obviously, this was upsetting, and he distanced himself from his parents more.

a few months later, his parents died in a plane crash. tragic and unexpected, the burke children had to come together for the first time in a long time.

it was a bloodbath, really. while the will left the children with money evenly, their things were meant to be discussed to themselves. nicolas was left with his mother’s artwork, which he cherishes, as his mother’s eye was always realistic and yet, somehow off in some degree. whimsical and romantic. his father left him with his anatomy books, but his sster argued she would need them for studies, so he gave her all but one, which he holds onto now and still goes back to.

it was a shaking moment for nicolas. he didn’t want to be apart of this greedy world. his siblings fought with anger and loss and nicolas just stood on the balcony chain smoking. because he didn’t care about all the shit, he just wished he had more time with his parents.

so he dropped out of school at twenty-one. close to finishing his studies as an art major, and moved to a cute little town called brighton. he got a job at the flower shop and moved into a small flat.

middle class life was an adjusted for a while. nicolas had some cusion money from his parent’s death but that money was used to feed him and his love for high end wines.

he’s been manager for three years and practices painting in his flat as a way to calm.

nicolas was re-branded with the name ‘nicki’ after moving. not by choice, it was just a nickname he was given, and he didn’t really mind. he still introduces himself as nicolas, though.  (he gets prince charming a lot too)

he’s calmed down since getting older. he doesn’t party. he’s more docile. he loves to surround himself in his garden and arrange the flowers at work. he’s charming and dashing and while he’s fully aware of it, he’s kind.

but listen, old habits die hard and he’s still got that rich prick inside you can’t just wash it away even after six years.