the genius.
SPOTTED: the ever-present struggle of being who you want to be and who you’re expected to be. it depends on the day when it comes to the genius, smart enough to create two versions of themselves: their on-stage persona, and the one that fulfills expectations just enough to maintain a trust fund.
NAME: tba barlow
FACE CLAIM: tba (any gender, must be a poc / half-white)
AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: late 20s
NEIGHBORHOOD: tba
OCCUPATION: tba
the connections.
bandmates, the perfectionist, the savant, the thrill seeker. four friends coming together to create something new, to let loose on stage and release their artistic freedom—despite the highs and (very low) lows that follow close behind stardom. the perfectionist as the frontman and vocals, hyper critical and struggling to stay afloat; the genius on guitar, bringing the vision to life with their signature flair; the thrill-seeker on drums, keeping the group both high energy and on their toes; finally, the savant on bass, rounding out the group and holding the threads together with a white knuckle grip. on stage, they’re a force to be reckoned with… behind the scenes is far more chaotic.
cousin and rival, the femme fatale. in the barlow family, your worth is determined by how well you can perform. there has never been any exception to this, certainly not for the well-being of anyone it affects. these two, being of similar age and from the same family tree, have consistently found themselves in competition with one another. it’s been this way since they were children, despite any attempts to build a connection with one another. the stakes ebb and flow, but the underlying standard remains: whoever is closer to the ever moving goalpost is doing the best, and that’s all that matters.
the background.
to be added.
