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‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚ Smoke, Neon, and Late Nights: Bex’s Aesthetic ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚

bex moves like someone who’s danced through every fire she lit herself. standing with a body built for leather jackets and lowlight confessionals, she owns every room she walks into — even if it’s just to leave it burning. tangled waves, kohl-rimmed eyes, and chipped black nail polish; her look screams “don’t save me, i bite.” her tattoos peek out like secrets she won’t tell twice. she lives in combat boots and stolen glances, always one drink away from either kissing you or ghosting you.

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚ Wreckage and Rhythm: Bex’s Soul ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚

she’s a firestorm in mascara and a miniskirt — impulsive, emotionally guarded, and fluent in red flags. bex doesn’t trust easy and doesn’t stay long. her loyalty is rare, but fierce when earned. she loves hard, hurts harder, and never forgets who made her bleed. music is her language, silence is her tell. if you think you’ve got her figured out, you’re already too late. beneath the bravado is a girl still learning how to forgive herself.

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚ Built on Bruises: Bex’s Story ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚

born and bruised in san diego, bex grew up watching her mother survive one heartbreak at a time. her father? gone before she could spell his name. she left home at seventeen, got married too young, and learned too late that love doesn’t mean safety. after the fallout with lila, windsor bay was supposed to be a pit stop — but the city’s nightlife took her in like one of its own. now she pours drinks for strangers, promotes parties she rarely stays at, and tries to outrun the version of herself she swore she’d never become.

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚ Beautiful Damage: Bex’s Skills ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚

bartending brilliance: fast hands, sharper tongue. she can pour, charm, and cut off the drunkest jerk without breaking a sweat.

promotion queen: knows how to pack a room and keep it pulsing. her contacts are gold, and her events are always on the edge of unforgettable.

emotional intuition: reads people like setlists. knows when you’re lying, when you’re breaking, and when you need the strongest drink in the house.

survivor’s instincts: she’s been through the worst and still came out swinging. sharp-witted, street-tough, and fiercely independent.

nightlife navigation: windsor bay after dark is her domain. she knows the backdoors, the after-hours, and what the call is when things go sideways.

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚ Who She Bleeds For: Bex’s Relationships ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚

lila mendoza (soon-to-be ex-wife): first love, biggest heartbreak. the ashes still smolder.

her mother: distant. love wrapped in guilt and voicemail check-ins.

found family: the bartenders, DJs, bouncers — they’re the ones who know her real name and when to pull her off the ledge.

past flings: a mixtape of bad decisions and beautiful regrets. she doesn’t do forever — not anymore.

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚ Lips That Lie, Eyes That Don’t: Bex’s Quotes ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚

“some people crave closure. i crave silence.”

“i break things when i care too much — it’s a habit.”

“you can’t fix me, but you can dance with me until i forget why i’m broken.”

“i’ve got a soft heart wrapped in barbed wire — approach accordingly.”

“love doesn’t scare me. losing myself in it does.”

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚ Ashes & Echoes: Bex’s Secrets ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚

still has the polaroid from the night she and lila eloped — keeps it in her sock drawer under mismatched lingerie.

sleeps with music playing — it’s the only thing loud enough to drown her thoughts.

wrote a whole breakup song she'll never released — it sits in her notes app, unfinished.

keeps a flask hidden in her jacket pocket — always filled, never admits why.

won’t go to therapy — says she’s “not ready to get over it.”

bites her lip when she’s trying not to cry — has scars to prove it.

makes playlists for people she used to love — never deletes them.

knows how to hotwire a car. learned it during a reckless summer she doesn’t talk about.

► APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Grace Van Patten HEIGHT: 5'7" WEIGHT: 121 lbs. DOMINANT HAND: Right HAIR COLOR: Brunette - currently dyed blonde EYE COLOR: Brown SCARS: None notable. TATTOOS: White ink rune for protection that she found in her mother's journal - on her right ribs

►PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: Inquisitive, Resilient, Charming, Romantic. NEGATIVE TRAITS: Enigmatic, Defiant, Lonely, Guarded. LIKES: Collecting vintage typewriters and trying to write letters on them, the sound of rain hitting old tin roofs, wearing mismatched socks, practicing calligraphy with ink she makes herself, drinking strong black coffee in vintage porcelain cups, having a small collection of odd-shaped crystals and stones on her windowsill, finding obscure herbs and plants for her teas and spells, listening to audiobooks in the car during night drives. DISLIKES: The smell of new plastic or synthetic materials, people who overuse emojis in serious conversations, overly bright, fluorescent lighting, when people mispronounce Latin or old European languages, the sound of loud chewing or slurping, people who touch her books or journals without permission, excessive small talk at networking events.

►MENTALITY

PHOBIAS: Nyctophobia DISORDERS: Not diagnosed. ALLERGIES: N/A

►BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Manhattan, NYC, NY CURRENT RESIDENCE: Windsor Bay, OR EDUCATION LEVEL: MA in Anthropology with concentration on Occult Studies & Folklore FAMILIAL CONNECTIONS: - Kevin Watts, 67, Father, Not In Contact - Genevieve Watts, 42, Step-Mother, Not In Contact - Serena Watts, Mother, DECEASED

►FAVORITES

FOOD: Black Garlic Ramen with Soft-Boiled Egg and Charred Greens DRINK: Smoked lapsang souchong tea with oat milk and a touch of honey MOVIE: The Others TV SHOW: The OA BAND/ARTIST: Chelsea Wolfe SONG: “Teignmouth” by Patrick Wolf

► EXTRA INFORMATION

JUNG TYPE: INFJ ENNEAGRAM: The Individualist (4w5) TEMPERAMENT: Melancholic MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good SIN: Pride VIRTUE: Courage ELEMENT: Water CHARACTER PLAYLIST

“It’s hard to dance with a devil on your back, so shake him off”

► BIOGRAPHY

TW; Death mention, Struggles with sexuality/acceptance

Born into New York’s elite, Allison Watts grew up surrounded by marble halls, leather-bound books, and the weight of legacy. Her family, the Watts', were titans of publishing—owners of Watts & Whitmore, a century-old literary empire known for its prestige and political influence. Her childhood home was an Upper East Side townhouse steeped in silence and expectation, more museum than sanctuary. From an early age, Allison was labeled the heir apparent. She was taught how to walk, talk, and think like a future CEO. Piano at five. French by seven. Public appearances by twelve. Her days were structured down to the hour, and her future had a five-year plan by the time she entered high school. But the deeper truth was less polished. Allison’s mother—her birth mother—died under mysterious circumstances when Allison was just three. Officially, it was “an accident,” but whispers followed the family for years. Her stepmother, Genevieve, entered the picture almost immediately after, cloaked in elegance and secrecy. Only later would Allison begin to uncover the truth: her mother’s obsession with the occult was real, and Genevieve was far more than she seemed. While Allison’s exterior was poised perfection—private schools, cotillion balls, and Ivy League grooming—her interior life was something else entirely. She was endlessly curious, inexplicably drawn to the arcane, the forbidden, the mystical. As a child, she would steal away to read about Tarot, spirit photography, and Victorian séance culture. She kept dream journals and coded letters, half in Latin, half in longing. By the time she was a teenager, Allison knew she was queer—but queerness had no place in the world she was born into. Her queerness, like her fascination with death and the hidden world, was folded into silence. Even among friends, she kept her true self veiled behind charm and intellect. She was adored, envied, watched—but never truly known. At twenty-two, fresh out of her elite liberal arts college, Allison’s father revealed his “surprise”: a pending engagement to Rowan Montgomery, the heir to another powerful family. It was a merger masked as a marriage. Rowan was kind, dull, and completely unaware of Allison’s internal war. She played along—for a while. Secretly, she applied to Cornell, lying to her family about attending Columbia Law. Instead, she enrolled in a graduate program in anthropology, with a focus on occult studies and folklore. Her thesis was on “The Repressed Witch: Queerness, Power, and Persecution in American Occult Traditions.” She met Zara in a graduate seminar. Zara, who saw straight through Allison’s masks. Their connection was instant, electric, and utterly terrifying. For the first time in her life, Allison felt seen. When the wedding date loomed, Allison detonated the life constructed for her. On what was supposed to be her engagement weekend in the Hamptons, she stood before her family and told the truth. She was gay. She had never wanted this life. She would not be a bride, or an heir, or a Watts in the way they demanded. The fallout was nuclear. Her father disowned her. Genevieve called her “possessed.” The trust fund vanished. The invitations were retracted. And Allison—grieving, furious, liberated—packed two suitcases and left New York behind. Now living in a tiny apartment in Windsor Bay, Oregon, Allison makes her living through her podcast, “The Obscura Files”, which explores hidden histories, lost goddesses, secret societies, and the supernatural roots of civilization. The podcast has a modest but loyal following, and it has become both her income and her therapy. She consults for museums, indie documentaries, and even the occasional private client—people who want to find haunted things, or understand what they’ve inherited. She’s a scholar, yes—but she also believes. Deeply.

► PERSONALITY (DEEP DIVE)

Allison is defined by a profound need to uncover hidden truths—about the world, about her past, and most importantly, about herself. She is drawn toward mystery not just intellectually, but spiritually and emotionally. She embodies the Seeker archetype—always searching, always questioning—but with the soul of a Mystic, who believes the hidden is sacred. Allison’s self-concept is composed of clashing dualities—privilege and rebellion, visibility and secrecy, intellect and belief. Her early life was dictated by external expectation, leaving her with a deep ambivalence toward structure and authority. Yet, once she made the decision to break away, she did so with unwavering conviction. Her sense of self may feel unstable at times, but she is never passive in her self-definition. Allison learned young how to perform: to hide her queerness, her grief, her fascination with the occult. This has made her an adept social chameleon, able to navigate elite spaces with charm and poise. But beneath that lies a profound hunger for authenticity, a desire that now governs her adult life. Her current work—and the emotional risks she takes—are all aimed at reclaiming what was once suppressed. Allison is both deeply romantic and deeply guarded. Her formative relationships (a distant father, a cold stepmother, a deceased birth mother) conditioned her to expect abandonment or manipulation. She longs to be known, but fears what will happen when she is. This push-pull dynamic is reflected in her relationship with Zara: an intense emotional bond she both embraced and feared. Allison's attachment to memory, lineage, and myth is not just scholarly—it's emotional. She relates to the dead, the forgotten, and the haunted because she sees herself among them. She may struggle with living people, but she has profound intimacy with what’s gone. Allison blends intellect and instinct with unusual fluidity. She is analytically sharp—trained in anthropology, folklore, and cultural theory—but she also trusts dreams, symbols, and gut feelings. This synthesis allows her to work in both academic and esoteric domains without contradiction. Allison doesn’t just gather facts; she decodes patterns. She’s drawn to systems of meaning—runes, Tarot, poetry—because they offer frameworks for understanding emotional chaos. Her mind organizes reality symbolically, turning personal trauma into mythic narrative. Outwardly poised, Allison manages her emotions through intense self-control, ritual, and intellectualization. Internally, however, she experiences a maelstrom of longing, grief, rage, and love. Her podcast and research are emotional outlets disguised as academic work. Not clinically depressed, but marked by a persistent low-grade sorrow—a residue of exile, unresolved mourning (her mother, Zara), and the ache of unsatisfied longing. This melancholy lends her a poetic sensibility but also inhibits her from fully embracing the present. Allison does not believe in moral binaries. Her values are shaped by empathy, intuition, and personal truth. When forced to choose between decorum and honesty, she chooses honesty—often at great cost. She is willing to dismantle institutions, relationships, and even herself in pursuit of truth. Her moral decisions often resemble mythic choices: the daughter who leaves the palace, the witch who chooses exile, the lover who walks through fire. These inner narratives influence how she sees herself—as someone meant to bear pain for the sake of transformation. People are drawn to Allison—her beauty, her intensity, her intelligence—but very few get inside her inner circle. She can charm a room, but connection is rare and sacred to her. She thrives in one-on-one intimacy but finds social performance exhausting. Because she was once silenced, she is drawn to the silenced—queer ancestors, folk practices dismissed as “irrational,” histories erased. She feels responsible for these voices and often takes on a kind of archivist or midwife role to lost narratives.

► HEADCANONS

Collects antique Tarot decks and spirit photography from the 19th century.

Favorite poet: H.D. (Hilda Doolittle).

Keeps a journal she never lets anyone read—half anthropology notes, half spells.

She has a secret stash of vintage postcards from occult shops and old libraries, which she sends to herself as reminders of places she dreams of visiting.

Her phone wallpaper is a faded photo of a Victorian-era spirit photographer she admires.

When nervous, Allison unconsciously taps her fingers in a rhythm that matches old folk songs she studied in college.

She collects vintage fountain pens but only writes her most important journal entries with a specific emerald-green one.

Allison has a tiny potted lavender plant on her windowsill that she talks to, believing it soothes her energy.

She’s terrible at small talk but is an excellent mimic and can perfectly imitate a dry British accent for sarcastic inner commentary.

Whenever she’s deep in research, she wears a mismatched pair of earrings—one shaped like a moon, the other a star.

Her idea of a perfect day off involves a mix of thrift store hunting for books and binge-watching old black-and-white horror films.

She once tried making her own incense blend but accidentally created something that smelled like burnt rubber; she still keeps it because it “reminds her of failure and growth.”

When writing podcast scripts, she reads them aloud to her cat for “performance practice.”

She has a playlist of ambient sounds—like crackling fireplaces, rain on windows, and distant church bells—that she plays to help her focus.

Allison keeps a secret file of weird, little-known folk superstitions she wants to try out someday.

She has a superstition of never crossing running water without touching a hidden charm sewn into her coat.

The Hawthorne’s kept to themselves, which is probably why Vivienne never pictured Windsor Bay as anything but her hometown. It wasn’t exciting, or interesting, or anything special. It was boring to Vivienne. Keeping to themselves made them be a pretty close-knit- family; minus Theodore. Theodore Hawthorne, Vivienne’s father, was an elusive man. He was always in and out of their lives, taking what he needed as he went. Vivienne, who always wanted more for the family unit, helped her mother in whatever ways she could as the (if not one of the) oldest. She enjoyed it immensely, taking the big sister role to heart, but that didn’t mean Viv had any desire to stay. Windsor Bay was full of familiar, nostalgic memories, but it never felt like home.

Viv moved across the country to Massachusetts for college, and simply never really left. She graduated, met her (now ex) wife, and fully intended on never leaving Boston. There was always something to do in Boston, someone to see and talk to in Boston. It was so unlike Windsor Bay, and while she stayed in contact with her mother and siblings back home, there was never a reason to make her visits too long or frequent or focus too much on its shores.

After getting married and settling down with a cushy writing job at a local community organization, things went pretty well for Viv. She was living the type of life she always imagined she would, and having a life of her own away from the sprawling walls of the Hawthorne home was better than expected. Until the divorce.

It hit them like a slap in the face; they suddenly wanted different things. Namely, Vivienne realized she wasn’t going to settle with never being someone’s mother. And while it was the hardest moment of their lives, they amicably and sorrowfully divorced. A strangely quick process later to keep things as amicable as possible, and Vivienne was suddenly alone.

Boston didn’t feel like Boston anymore, and suddenly feeling like she was out of options even when she wasn’t, she ran back to the place she used to know. Once back in Oregon, she adopted her daughter and became a mother for the first time at 35. She adopted 16-year-old Mia from upstate Oregon, and since they both needed a fresh start, Windsor Bay was where they settled.

Mia’s been out of the house and away at college for a few years now, and suddenly not sure what to do with herself, Vivienne traded in her empty-nesting syndrome and office job for a used book store, anxious to put her time and energy into something new. The Book Nook becomes her baby while her 20-year-old baby is in the city that never sleeps, and she absolutely puts out a few extra books about witchcraft and magic just to keep people who still care about Hawthorne’s name and backstory on their toes.

Has maybe been on two (2) actual dates since she returned to Windsor Bay, not wanting to go down another path that ends up in total heartbreak. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t seek out companionship in other ways, though.

Has 2 cats, a bonded pair of black cats named Bonnie and Clyde that she couldn’t pass up on.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋

name: barrett edwards.

nicknames: bear.

age: thirty7.

dob: june 15.

hometown: silver creek, washinton.

time in windsor bay: ten years.

neighborhood: farmlands.

occupation: horse trainer + tour guide at sinclair ranch.

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋

height: 5 feet, 8 inches.

build: slim / athletic.

hair color: dark brown.

eye color: dark brown.

notable injuries/scars: tbd.

𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 ( tw: none. )

barrett edwards grew up with three siblings on a farm just hours outside of windsor bay. they raised horses, so barrett has known how to ride for about as long as she's known how to walk. she did barrel racing for years, until she realized she just couldn't make a career out of it. it wasn't for a lack of talent or want, but she just couldn't put herself through that.

she went to college and after, she returned to help her family out on the farm until her big brother encouraged her to get there, to see something other than the torn they'd spent their whole lives in.

so, barrett did just that. she took the money she'd earned over the years of racing, and the money she'd saved up during every odd job she'd ever had, and moved to windsor bay. it was new, but close enough to visit home whenever she felt the ranch calling to her.

it was a no brainer when she saw a job posting for a horse trainer and tour guide at the sinclair ranch. it's been ten years since she said yes to the job offer, and it's been the best ten years of her life.

𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒

she owns her own horse that she keeps at sinclair ranch. it's name is spark.

she's a big fan of her peace. she loves sitting on her front porch drinking coffee as the sun comes up over the hills. it's her favorite place to be.

barrett has three siblings — one old brother, one younger brother, and one younger sister.

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒

likes: the smell of hay, riding horses, being alone with nature.

dislikes: city lights, arrogance, cold coffee.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

almost-something. within the ten years of her being there, barrett and this muse have almost been something more times than she can count. except every time they get close to something, she pulls back. it's been just her for so long that she's gotten comfortable with it.