#shadyintro

He works as a waiter in this kind of ritzy restaurant where one of the most popular ‘acts’ is this magician. (I’m going to casually ignore the fact Marc probably finds the magician is hot and that’s how the guy caught his attention in the first place.) One of the magician’s performances requires a volunteer, and he pulls a hundred-dollar bill out of the volunteer’s ear. Marc finds it especially amusing because the unlucky volunteer always seems to find themselves a few hundred dollars short at the end of the night.

Probably listens to Twenty-One Pilots to clear his head.

Heart on his sleeve? More like heart stored in a deadbolted safe hidden at the bottom of the sea, but somehow it’s still beating. He does not fall in love, he will not offer you a shoulder to cry on, and he definitely bottles up the majority of his feelings. The kind of guy who you say love yourself to sincerely, and he laughs it off cause he does. Right?

Very pretty easily readable handwriting, probably almost made it into a font, but that’s money.

He doesn’t use emojis and his texting is very grammatically correct? Fuck that when it comes to ig though :)

He’s kind of a control freak kind of just really wants to prove that he’s better than the people who gave up on him thought. Borders on an addiction to being number one. When it manifests it’s ugly.

His parents were an overworked mom, who had a baby at 16 and worked at a strip club nights to put food on the table and a disneyland dad who has a steady job and a ‘real family’ to take care of. The money from his real job goes to keeping her and his little brother happy and comfortable, and a lot from the scamming does too.

If he’s not working or scamming people you can find him chatting up whoever he thinks is the prettiest person in the room.

Speaking of, he swings both ways, violently, with a bat. ;)

Has a serious thing for chocolate, when asked about his sweet tooth he’ll joke that it’s just a front to hide his cocaine habit. Not that it’s much of a joke, he does do cocaine. Good luck getting him to admit to that seriously though.

More street smart than book smart.

Lowkey the most ambitious fucker you’ll ever have the displeasure of meeting.

He’s a Capricorn and I’m Working On It.

BASIC INFORMATION

full name: elandrea shakari anthony

nickname: drea

alias: Polar

date of birth: June 8th 1987

occupation: former model, independently wealthy

gender: nonbinary

pronouns: she/they

languages spoken: english

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PERSONALITY

positive traits: creative, attentive

negative traits: cold, impulsive, vengeful

fears: justice, failure

hobbies: modeling, painting, singing (badly)

habits: twisting her coils

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FAVOURITES

weather: the morning after it’s rained

color: magenta

music: Destiny’s child, and anyone related to them.

movies: The notebook

beverage: chamomile tea, sleepytime tea

food: persimmons

animal: cats

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FAMILY

father: unknown

mother: meli anthony

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BIO

THEN

drea had practically lived inside of the school’s library. there, she could have an excuse to not speak to people. theycould hold the facade of being shy, when the reality was that she just simply .. didn’t find any of her peers worth speaking to. the only thing drea ever truly wanted was to be seen. they read countless biographies of stage performers, in whispers they learned their lines. deep down she knew she was important, she had to be. 

and so she stepped outside of her hovel, just that one time: standing in front of a panel of judges. ms. goldmann front and center. and drea poured their soul out, nearly cried from the anxiety. in fact- for a week after that she couldn't seem to stop shaking. until the cast list came up.

sweaty palms the whole walk there, keeping their eyes low so no one could suspect just how much they cared, and then the bellowing drop in her stomach when their name was nowhere to be found.

… and it was never supposed to be the whole auditorium- meant it more as a STATEMENT piece, that she burned brighter than anyone on stage, but the flames spread outside of the drama teacher’s office, and drea realized she had very little knowledge on how to contain a fire. 

the careful planning for the perfect timing, using whoever she needed to, to not get caught and still it had blown up- literally.

Ashes to ashes, she looked the other way. Going back to her hole in the library seemed to be the right decision, as who would expect her of arson? 

drea would never admit who she had and hadn’t slept with, the things she burned and the people’s whos lives got turned around because of her actions, because in those large eyes she always felt she was justified. 

THERE:

they gifted her a new name, Polar. Looks soft but icy, with wide eyes and blushed cheeks. Drea was right, she was made to be seen- just not in harsh stage lights. instead, on billboards and magazines, interviews with celebrities bigger than her, still she was all the comments spoke of. the new betty, she sends a chill, she is Polar. A woman, bold. Would her old classmates even recognize her? this ice queen? 

Yes, it seems she likes the title. It took little work besides her face, little more than a sour expression and parted lips. With lovers only a temporary thing, she’s used to using people and keeping only the best close by. She was allotted five years of perfection, five where she was that girl, the moment and more, before she finally decided to pack in the towel at 27.

NOW

Drea struggles even now to have a balanced diet, always thinking what if she wanted to pick up modeling again? her face hadn’t faded, plump lips all the rage, and the mystery behind her even more enticing. it was better to stay ready, no? she lives comfortable, doesn’t ask for much more than a quiet home to herself and her two cats. and even though she would rather DIE than attend the reunion, it seemed hard to believe anyone could help bringing up the auditorium burning to the ground- and she wanted to be there. be sure that, once and for all, the truth would never come out. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS

secret hookup(s) from hs:

- jasper

first love / on and (mostly) off fling: asher

we dated for a couple years and never realized we went to the same hs:

ex friend from hs: rachel

my ex best friend:

BASIC INFORMATION

full name: laurent michael tavelle

species: witch (supressed)

date of birth: february 15th 1987

occupation: business consultant (traveling)

gender: cisman

pronouns: he/him

languages spoken: english, some french

PERSONALITY

positive traits: problem solver, idealist, warm, charismatic, loud

negative traits: prone to jealousy, hubristic, secretive, self-serving

fears: death, lonliness, himself

hobbies: whittling, candle making, fantasy football

habits: rubbing of his palms together (calls it energy circling)

FAVOURITES

weather: a warm summer day

color: blue

music: old school rap, dabbles into indie alt

movies: final destination series 

beverage: seven up (derogatory)

food: ice cream bars

animal: definitely parrots

FAMILY

father: roman tavelle  (✝)

mother:  nana (alana) tavelle 

BIO

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THEN

he really was the sun, wasn’t he? laurent felt like he existed through shady grove halls as neither student nor teacher, but a secret third thing. he skipped classes, but would stay way into the late hours until one of the janitors would offer him a ride home, and laurent would take it without showing there to be anything wrong.

when home, his father would start on one of his tirades, again. seeing things that weren’t there, destroying the house and expecting laurent and his mother to clean it up-laur especially. claimed he had an advantage over all of them, almost like it was his fault, or his burden to bear. 

never did laurent understand the drunken accusations until his father finally died. it looked like an accident, that’s all his mother had said. at the time it didn’t come as a shock, laurent seemingly unfazed.. until that same night, where he felt the change. it was this golden silky feeling swimming inside of him, one that felt so familiar, the one that illuminated figures in corners so well he almost questioned what was real and what was a figment of his imagination. his father’s journals revealed more, contained things akin to spells, things that at the time seemed silly, or like words of a mad man.

life went on even without the supernatural influences, still having trouble distinguishing what was new from what had always been there. he was lost—until her. Juliet had always been around, close by, but somehow still on the outskirts. It was more of a crush, almost an obsession to get her to talk to him. He knew she was much more than what other people thought of her.

She practically lived in the auditorium and so, Laurent did as well. He left her anonymous notes telling her how badly he pined for her, how his heart ached for her. Burned, even.

And then the auditorium burned down. For real.

He’d figured it his fault, must have had something to do with his newfound power, right? And even if it was a horror show for Shady Grove, it gave him the courage to finally ask Juliet out. With just a little bit of attention from laurent, he had brought her in to his circle, and secured the crown. 

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THERE

He’d never really taken it seriously until the night before graduation. It was a massive party, a last hurrah thrown by his best friends where he’d suggested the idea of a seance. It was meant to be silly fun with a ouija board, but it connected to Laurent in a different way. A “channel” was the way he described it, not multiple, just one. One spirit in particular who felt laurent was the one to confide in, consult, and occasionally give advice to. 

The spirit drove fear deep into Laurent’s heart, driving him to care little for his real life. Losing his first love, losing his way. 

It took years to recover from the emotional toll of having someone on your back, literally, all of the time, trudging through a 4-year school in a town not too far from Shady Grove.

Still, Laurent fell in love, and fell in love again, eventually crowning yet another queen. But that spirit on his shoulder always had a way of messing things up. 

It took practice, but slowly the voice grew quieter. However, so did his connection with the things around him. Nothing glowed, nature didn’t breathe against his touch anymore. It was dulled, but still there. Somewhere.

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NOW

well into his thirties and still he keeps the ring on his finger. It’s more of a buffer than anything—much easier than explaining the mess that went down with him and his ex. He’s returned to Shady Grove as he feels he has to. It would be a pretty lousy reunion without their reigning Homecoming King, right? And in a town as small as Shady Grove, there was sure to be a plethora of people who could use his advice, or at least a much needed tech upgrade. Laurent would shove abilities down further, keep them close to his chest so not to further any rumors about this haunted cabin. All in the hopes that he could keep his own demons at bay.

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WANTED CONNECTIONS

The first love: Juliet

ex from college: jack

The long lost bff:

Ex Wife:

Fellow witch:

enemy: rachel

I always wanted to be friends but it never happened: