Dp parade: day 1, introduction
🔥 basic info — name: lonel owen thornbush
• alias: detective graves • age: early to mid 20s • gender: male • s.o: implied attraction to walker (complicated slow burn) • species: human → ghost • residence: industrial dockside district
🔥 appearance — hair: seaweed green, slightly unkempt • glowing orange and yellow, good for target practice. skin: greyish green.
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🔥 backstory: Lonel Owen Thornbush grew up poor but never unloved. Their home was small and worn, tucked into a part of the city most people avoided, yet it held a warmth that made it feel safe. His mother worked endlessly to keep them afloat, his baby sister stayed close to him, and his father, Elliot Thornbush, was the center of it all.
Elliott was the kind of man who fixed what was broken. doors, debts, people, anything that needed mending. That was how Walker entered their lives, a troubled teen with sharp edges and nowhere to go. Elliott took him in without hesitation, and over time walker became something familiar in their home, not quite family but close enough that lonel never questioned it.
There were no answers and no justice. only silence that settled into every corner he once filled.
lonel learned quickly that safety had never been permanent. It had been something his father built by hand, and once he was gone, it collapsed. lonel grew up fast, doing whatever he had to in order to keep his family alive. he stole when necessary, learned how to read people before they spoke, and trained himself to keep his emotions buried deep where no one could use them against him.
Walker disappeared after that.
When he returned, he was different. colder, sharper, and obsessed with rules like they were the only thing keeping the world from falling apart. Still, when lonel began drifting too close to the same life walker had once been pulled out of, Walker stepped in and dragged him back.
lonel never said it out loud, but he trusted him.
Taking the name Detective Graves, Lonel began with small cases. missing items, quiet disputes, things no one else cared enough to solve. But those small cases grew into patterns he could not ignore. disappearances, hidden deals, and silences that felt too deliberate to be a coincidence.
Everything led back to his father.
Walker told him to stop. lonel did not.
He had already gone too far to turn back. He needed the truth more than he needed safety.
He never saw the trap for what it was.
By the time he understood, it had already closed around him, and in his final moments, there was only one thing he saw clearly. Walker, standing at the center of it.
It did not matter anymore whether he was part of it or not.
lonel died believing he had been betrayed.
now a ghost, lonel owen thornbush lingers between what was lost and what still needs to be uncovered. he digs because stopping would mean letting the truth rot in silence. he breaks rules because they were never made to protect people like him.
And somewhere beneath everything else, there is still a part of him that wishes he were wrong.
(first image by me, second image by letswonderspirit)
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