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INTRODUCING JAMES BENNETT

Full Name: James Alexander Bennett

Nickname(s): Jamie, Jammy (but only if you're his mum, thank you)

Age: 32

Birthdate: September 8

Occupation: Attorney

Neighborhood: Orchid Park

Gender: Cismale

Pronouns: He/him/his

Hometown: Covington

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BIOGRAPHY:

Born the eldest of three siblings, James Bennett took to being an older brother like it was his full-time job. As a kid, he could be found fighting someone on the playground who teased his younger brother just as often as he could be found playing dress up with his little sister. Some boys might’ve laughed her off or refused to indulge her hundredth request to play dress up, but James took it in stride. They were a family, a team, and his best friends to boot. He’d do anything for them, and, just as importantly, he saw being there for them as his responsibility. They needed someone they could count on after their dad left town.

Their mother, Catherine Bennett, tried to be that person. But between working double-shifts as a nurse at the hospital in Covington and washing dishes at the local diner to make ends meet, she struggled. James never blamed her for it. Being a single mother was hard, and it wasn’t her fault. It was Anthony Bennett’s fault. He’d chosen to leave his family when James was ten, finally realizing what everyone else had known for a long time: he never loved his family as much as he loved the bottle. Sometimes James hated him for it. Other times, he understood it was the best choice his father ever made for their family. They were better off without Anthony around.

Of course, with James being ten, there wasn’t much he could do for his siblings in the beginning. But his mom was busy and he didn’t want them sitting around thinking about how much they missed her, so he distracted them with games and movie nights. As he got older, he took on more responsibility – he made sure homework was done, meals were eaten, clothes were laid out for school. He helped his sister with her reading and practiced throwing footballs in the backyard with his brother. He mediated fights, washed dishes and just generally kept things moving. What else could he do?

At school, among his peers, James wasn’t much different. He was always a pretty responsible kid, making good grades and sticking to a fairly straight path. His mom always told him how important it was to get an education and one day go to college, and he knew he wasn’t getting there without a scholarship. That meant focusing and grinding until he earned one. Eventually, he did.

Moving to Athens to attend the University of Georgia was a big moment for James. It felt like finally, after years of hard work, he was making something of himself. He was going to be somebody. It was made better by the fact that his girlfriend, who he’d been dating for the last few years of high school, had gotten in too. She was his first love, and he thought the two of them getting into the same university was a sign that they were meant to be together forever.

Of course, nothing is ever that simple, and ambition comes with a cost.

He took an internship at a DC-based think tank during his junior year and didn’t see his girlfriend for months. And so the back-and-forth began. The two of them split-up, citing long distance, and not much changed when he returned to Athens. James still cared about her – he doubted he could ever fully stop caring – and sometimes it seemed like they might work things out. Other times, it just seemed destined to fail. And so the relationship continued, will-they-won’t-they, all the way through graduation.

James got into Columbia Law School in New York City and knew he had to go. An Ivy League law degree was something he’d only dreamed about when he was pouring over his political science textbooks at UGA, imagining all the ways he could make the world a better place. If he went, he knew those things could be realities – he would be an excellent litigator and, eventually, an excellent politician. A senator, maybe. The door was right there. All he needed to do was walk through it.

To his surprise, his once-again-on-again girlfriend agreed to move with him to the city. James knew how much she loved Covington and had expected her to reject the idea, but he was so excited that she’d agreed to join him that he didn’t question her decision. Six months later, she was gone, right back to Georgia, and he was alone.

Heartbroken, James tried his best to keep it together. He went running every day and never missed a class, but at night, he stared up at the ceiling of his tiny apartment and wondered what he’d done to scare her off. It got easier to keep going as time went on, but he couldn’t forget her. He compared new girls he met to her and found each of them lacking something, even when they were perfectly smart and nice and pretty. They just weren’t what he wanted.

Eventually, James gave up on romantic pursuits. Flings were easier. A one night stand here, a bit of flirting there. It was fine. School was what was important anyway, or so he told himself, and he was killing it academically.

All the responsibility and work ethic he’d built up over the years paid off in spades after law school. He had a reputation in New York legal circles as an associate who never complained and worked hard as hell for his clients, and he was snatched up by Skadden almost immediately. It was everything he’d ever dreamed of. He gained experience on huge cases, working alongside some of the best lawyers in the country, and was encouraged from the very start to take on the kinds of pro bono work he’d always wanted to do.

The National Women’s Law Center awarded him his first year for the free legal services he provided to domestic violence survivors and their families, and James ranks that among his biggest achievements – better than attending an Ivy, more important than any corporate work. That was the difference he’d always wanted to make. Sure, he missed his family, and yeah, maybe he never quite found a tight knit circle in the city that made it feel like home, but he was helping people. What he was doing mattered.

James eventually did find his footing in the city. He developed that close circle of friends he felt like he’d been missing and began thriving instead of just surviving on work and the high of a good run. But, as things go, everything came crashing down just as soon as he got comfortable.

Catherine had been getting weaker for years, tripping on the stairs and dropping things that weren’t heavy or unwieldy. Whenever James asked about it, she dismissed it. I’m just old, she’d say whenever he visited and noticed she was struggling to do things she’d always been able to do before. But she wasn’t. She was sick, and not the kind of sick that was easy to come back from.

Motor neurone disease, she told him when she called to break the news. Don’t look it up, Jammy, it’ll just scare you for no reason. James, of course, ignored that advice. The statistics flashed in front of his eyes like some sort of horrifying slideshow – one to five years life expectancy, rapid progression, weight loss, slurred speech, difficulty swallowing and breathing, feeding tubes, muscle weakness, immobility. It didn’t take him long to decide to come home.

His bosses at Skadden encouraged him to take some time, but James didn’t plan to stick to a timeline – however long his mother had left, that’s how long he would stay in Georgia, job be damned. His family had always come first, and that wouldn’t change now. Not when they needed him.

Coming back wasn’t easy, but not because he’d suddenly developed a distaste for small town life. He loves Covington and fell back into old patterns relatively well. It’s just hard seeing his mother change. Rapid progression indeed. He hates watching it, but he won’t leave her – no matter how much she insists she can do it alone, and no matter how much his siblings say they can take care of things. He knows where he wants to be.

HEADCANONS:

Jamie has a tendency to bottle up his feelings. He looks out for other people at the risk of ignoring what he wants or needs, and he doesn’t really share his own struggles with other people. That can be a good thing sometimes – like when he has to put emotions aside to handle a difficult case at work, or something – but it also means he’s a hard person to get to know. Lots of people might feel like they know him, but very few people really understand what makes him tick.

Jamie loves running! He goes on a multi-mile run every morning before the crack of dawn, and it’s painfully obvious when he misses a day because he’ll be hella grumpy for no apparent reason. When he runs, he listens to specifically curated playlists that he almost never shares with other people (because he’d be embarrassed if anyone knew he was jamming to Nsync and Britney).

He’s a great cook! It probably has a lot to do with taking on the job of making sure his younger siblings had dinner on the table when they were kids and his mom worked late, but it has grown into a full-blown passion. The man bakes sourdough. He makes pasta by hand. He watches YouTube videos for how to make meals he’s never tasted and replicates them fairly well. (His ideal date would 100000% be cooking-related, and I think he sincerely believes he could win on Iron Chef. He couldn’t. But he believes it, and it’s one of his favorite shows to have running in the background while he does other things.)

He’s a stay up late, wake up early kind of person. Doesn’t matter how tired he is, the man is up and annoying the world with a cheery attitude every day at 5AM. He is a big believer in not wasting the day but, on the bright side for anyone who doesn’t want to deal with him that early, he prefers spending his mornings alone, running and getting his thoughts together.

He has a golden retriever named Bongo that he loves more than pretty much anything else in the world. He’d take a bullet for Bongo, and he spoils the little guy to no end. If you looked in his pantry, he’d have two separate bins full of dog treats, and Bongo gets a Bark box every month on top of all the toys he already has. Basically, James thinks Bongo is his biological child and will hear no differently, thank you very much.

Jamie Bennet falls into the category of ‘man who is pathetic when sick.’ He turns into a big baby and hides out in his house so no one will catch whatever he’s sick with, but really, all he wants is someone to make him soup and rub his back until he feels better.

Jamie really loves music, but he can’t carry a tune in a bucket. He also can’t dance and pretty much flat-out refuses to do so in public. Imagine the guy at a concert holding his beer and nodding along to the beat. That’s Jamie. At home alone??? The man is getting down to oldies, dancing terribly in socks to songs that haven’t been on the radio in 20 years.

He’s the kind of person who likes to solve problems, which can be kind of annoying whenever someone is just trying to complain about their life or vent about a problem they’re going through. It doesn’t really click for him that maybe all they want is a chance to talk about whatever’s going on with them – he immediately jumps into problem-solving mode and tries to fix it. Whenever people don’t respond well to that, his reaction is pretty much, “Well, if you don’t want to fix it, why are we talking about it?”

Kind of in line with the last one, James doesn’t really… vent. He bottles up everything and powers through. He really believes in putting on a brave face to keep other people feeling calm and happy. But as everyone who has ever tried to bottle everything up knows, that can’t last forever. If he’s ever pushed to the point where he lets his emotions go, he tends to really lose it. Most often, he saves those moments for late at night when he’s alone doom-spiraling and staring up at his bedroom ceiling.

Romantically, Jamie has only ever had one serious relationship. He has flings and one night stands and maybe tried to date other people at one point, but it never worked out because he’s always subconsciously comparing new potential partners to his old flame. He still cares about her and can’t really imagine himself with anyone else yet, so he’s happier to just flirt and be casual about anything new he might find himself in.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

Best friend/friends: Anyone and everyone is pretty much welcome here! I know a few people have characters who spent time in NYC, so maybe they bonded there? Maybe they’re old pals from when he lived in Covington? Open to everything!

Clients: Since he’s an attorney and he’s back in town, maybe he could represent some folks. He works for a big firm but does lots of pro bono work, so this could be especially fun if someone has a case but not a ton of funds to dedicate to it.

Running buddy: This boy is always at the park at ungodly hours running and usually he prefers doing it alone, but surely someone could change that. Or just… force themselves on him until they’re friends? He’ll pretend to hate it but I think he’d secretly love it.

Neighbors: He lives in Orchid Park (currently with his mama, because he's been back for live 5 minutes), so any neighbors could be fun! Maybe they’re someone he gets along with really well. Maybe they think his dog barks too much. Open to it all. Relatedly but very specifically: If there’s a realtor out there, Jamie is in the market for his own place. But it’s kind of a secret, so, shhhhhhhh.

Ex-girlfriend: Dior Carter, the one who got away, truly. (Is it possible he wouldn’t let me get through this without writing that down? Potentially.)

Flings/flirtationships: He’s super hung up on his ex and lowkey still loves her, but he knows what he wants and what she wants don’t currently align, so he’s trying to get back out there. If anyone wants to try their hand at having a good time (but likely not a long time???) with an emotionally stunted man who is generally still a nice guy, pls have Jamboree.

#covingtonintro #intro.#this is probably more than anyone ever wanted or needed to know about jambam but !! pls don't hold my blabbermouth against him

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pcssionfrt · 4 months

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hi hello! name's juve and it's been idk how long since i've been on tumblr so Pardon Me if i make any mistakes. anyway here's riye, your new student representative for evolution! movement. pls see below the cut for a brief tldr on her among other things! also plsplspls smash that like for plots 🤩 !! my ims no longer work(?) so until tumblr decides to respond to my ticket please add me on disc it's @ obiiive

bounced from home to home since young, stability was not a concept known till the age of 10, where she was adopted (this time, for good), packed up and moved to seoul. suddenly—new kid on the block.

objectively, she should feel glad, should be grateful, blessed to have a home to call her own, allowed to keep her own identity, her surname, her things. subjectively, riye hated the neighborhood. hated her classmates. her teacher. elderly neighbor. nosy woman at the register in the local grocers. just about everybody—give or take two (specifically, her parents). though even that gradually morphed when her anomaly started rearing its head.

the kwons were ordinary. human. religion leaning. simple. dash of impulsiveness that had them adopting a child twenty years into their marriage. did they realize that they were signing on for more than they could handle? no. did they regret it? maybe no. when their adopted daughter showed signs of an anomaly, what else was there to do but to accept her? yeah. live in fear.

fractures begins somewhere in her teens, squeezed in between the conflicts of hormones and a growing body. her parents are different now. riye is different now. but the three live under pretenses all the same. that nothing’s changed, that mom’s hand doesn’t tremble when she braids her hair. it wasn’t as if they weren't nice either—so what is there for her to say? what else was she to do except loathe them and herself and the sanctified marble face of dear lord and father of mankind, i pray you help our daughter every friday evening and sunday morning.

sua was the obvious choice. riye doesn't bat an eye when they pitch it to her. when mom cries, overjoyed at the sight of nullivi. when dad hands her pamphlets to the neighborhood church. when they leave, she crumbles; the feeling in her chest full and hollow at the same time.

CAMPUS LIFE: ????? grossly wip sorry

PERSONALITY

chronic self-hating people pleaser. help me help you help her by not getting Too involved. very prone to switching up on people (i.e. saying yes then gaslighting you for making her say yes). has unaddressed anger issues but also bad abandonment issues, overall her parents raised her to be a sweet christian girl and riye will do everything in her power to emulate it till she implodes or smth. in short: nice but not very sincere.

WANTED

“the friends she shows her parents” — essentially nice looking non-threatening people that she hangs out with, documents in photos and name drops to show her parents. preferably with normie anomalies as to not spook them. riye has nothing against them, but there’s underlying disgust for anything associated to her parents (even if she’s the one putting them in the situation). note: often leaves group hangouts w/o saying bye. walks right by you on campus like she’s never seen you before. doesn’t bother remembering the big things but will remember little things (food preferences, allergies) so you’re ? does she or doesn’t she care /:

“the (ex) boyfriend she shows her parents” — the first and only boy she’s introduced to her parents. idk yall probably broke up a while back because of how much her parents loved you (and she did, also, some kind of l word you) and it gave her the ick. v likely did not tell her parents yall broke up. note: constantly, and i mean constantly, gaslighted you. Did apologize when she realized but yk, damage done is damage done.

overall: friends she actually likes, former friend/exes who thinks she’s fake af, exes/fwbs/the works. i preference deeper connects over shallow surface relationships and i’m down to write anything from dark and saucy to crack!

#intro.#finished it on mobile sorry if it looks wonky!

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wowsermaxc · 2 months

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ei, aquela ali é CAILEE SPAENY? não, é só MAXINE "MAX" CAULFIELD, uma personagem CANON de LIFE IS STRANGE. ouvi dizer que ELA tem VINTE E UM ANOS, mora em aspen cove há 6 MESES e é uma FOTÓGRAFA. ela NÃO TEM suas memórias, o que pode justificar o fato dela ser um pouco OBSERVADORA e INTROVERTIDA sempre que a vejo andando pela cidade.

resumo: Max teve sua memória afetada, portanto lembra de parte de sua vida antiga, mas não totalmente. Também não tem seu poder de voltar no tempo. Atualmente, ela acha que se formou e veio para a cidade inicialmente de passagem, mas acabou ficando pelos jobs que conseguiu (trabalha mais em eventos e tirando fotos de produtos).

bio (com memórias afetadas):

Max mudou para Seattle quando mais nova, mas voltou para sua cidade natal para estudar na Blackwell Academy. Apesar do lugar ter uma ótima avaliação na área de Artes, não foi o único motivo de decidir voltar para Arcadia Bay.

Precisou lidar com dramas do passado, especialmente envolvendo sua melhor amiga de infância, Chloe Price.

Ganhou um concurso de fotografia, chegando a viajar para São Francisco para ver sua fotografia — e de outros ganhadores — exibida em uma galeria de arte. Foi dessa maneira que conseguiu alguns contatos.

Foi uma oportunidade que a trouxe para a cidade. Como era recém-formada, não se via no direito de rejeitar qualquer trabalho. Porém, por algum motivo, acabou ficando na cidade (provavelmente pelos trabalhos e clima amistoso).

Divulga seu trabalho em redes sociais — com acesso ao seu portifólio —, a maioria deles sendo fotos de produtos ou eventos. Também publica ocasionalmente fotos suas, mas foca mais essas fotos em seu perfil pessoal.

headcanons:

Não é muito boa respondendo mensagens, mas faz o possível para não deixar ninguém no vácuo.

Tem uma relação boa com seus pais.

Divide apartamento com MUSE (conexão aberta).

Não costuma comentar sobre sua sexualidade, mas é bissexual.

Tem medo de tempestades.

#intro.#tw: borboletas #tem uma borboleta bem pequena numa das fotos então vou deixar o tw #quem quiser plotar só deixar um like ou chamar direto! <3 #achq: intro

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ewanbach · 14 days

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Era Uma Vez… Uma pessoa comum, de um lugar sem graça nenhuma! HÁ, sim, estou falando de você EWAN BACH. Você veio de VANCOUVER, CANADÁ e costumava ser AUXILIAR ADMINISTRATIVO por lá antes de ser enviado para o Mundo das Histórias. Se eu fosse você, teria vergonha de contar isso por aí, porque enquanto você estava JOGANDO FUTEBOL, tem gente aqui que estava salvando princesas das garras malignas de uma bruxa má! Tem gente aqui que estava montando em dragões. Tá vendo só? Você pode até ser LEAL, mas você não deixa de ser um baita de um PROCRASTINADOR… Se, infelizmente, você tiver que ficar por aqui para estragar tudo, e acabar assumindo mesmo o papel de GENERAL CORVO na história BELA ADORMECIDA… Bom, eu desejo boa sorte. Porque você VAI precisar!

RESUMO: Ewan tinha a vida mais sem graça possível e pouco fazia para melhorá-la. Acostumado com a monotonia, apenas aceitava seguir seu roteiro diário sem questionar, ainda que reclamasse ocasionalmente de seu trabalho ou sua vida social. Havia trocado de trabalho recentemente, mas porque foi demitido do outro. Aceitou um cargo mais baixo, por ser mais fácil do que continuar mandando currículos por aí, precisando mudar para um apartamento mais simples, além de outras adaptações. Ainda assim, tudo voltava a ser uma rotina sem o mínimo de emoção. As coisas mudaram quando recebeu o tal livro misterioso, passando o dia todo pensando nele. Era algo diferente, afinal. Quem teria o mandado? Sobre o que seria? Será que era outro livro de autoajuda? Não sabia, mas após terminar seu jantar, sozinho em seu apartamento, abriu o livro para dar uma folheada, o clarão finalmente arrancando uma reação mais elaborada dele.

— 30 anos, ele/dele, fc: Taylor Zakhar Perez.

BIO:

Com uma família que pouco o motivava a seguir seus sonhos ou ter um, Ewan cresceu tendo suas ideias criativas sendo podadas até que não sobrasse muita coisa. Seu objetivo de vida era somente ter dinheiro e seguir o roteiro ensinado.

A insatisfação era constante, mas o rapaz nunca chegou a manifestá-la; ao menos não de maneira tão explícita. Poderia reclamar de uma coisa ou outra, mas acabou enterrando todos esses sentimentos.

O problema é que nem mesmo o roteiro estava conseguindo seguir. Vivendo no automático, Ewan estava começando a preocupar seus amigos com o nível de apatia que demonstrava, só dando para vê-lo mais animado nos jogos de futebol aos domingos. Tentaram ajudá-lo com outros jogos, mais saídas, até mesmo livros de autoajuda, mas nada fazia muito sentido para ele. A vida era bem simples... E sem graça.

Ganhar o livro foi algo grandioso, mesmo que não parecesse para outras pessoas. Não esperava o livro e com um título tão vago, o que poderia esperar? Mesmo que tenha demorado para checá-lo, quando o fez, mais uma vez conseguiu ter uma reação mais genuína.

Seu senso de humor foi conservado durante os anos, embora tente controlar sua língua ao notar que exagerou.

CURIOSIDADES:

Teve poucos relacionamentos amorosos e a maioria acabou por ele ser tedioso ou "muito fechado".

Frequentava academia por causa do tal "hormônio da felicidade".

Gosta de pássaros.

Não tem um time favorito de futebol, apenas gosta de jogar bola (mesmo sendo muito ruim).

#intro.#likes = te chamo pra plots

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chloewcldron · 14 days

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Era Uma Vez… Uma pessoa comum, de um lugar sem graça nenhuma! HÁ, sim, estou falando de você CHLOE WALDRON. Você veio de NOVA IORQUE, EUA e costumava ser ATENDENTE por lá antes de ser enviado para o Mundo das Histórias. Se eu fosse você, teria vergonha de contar isso por aí, porque enquanto você estava DESENHANDO, tem gente aqui que estava salvando princesas das garras malignas de uma bruxa má! Tem gente aqui que estava montando em dragões. Tá vendo só? Você pode até ser DETERMINADA, mas você não deixa de ser uma baita de uma TEIMOSA… Se, infelizmente, você tiver que ficar por aqui para estragar tudo, e acabar assumindo mesmo o papel de TÍBIA na história COMO TREINAR SEU DRAGÃO… Bom, eu desejo boa sorte. Porque você VAI precisar!

RESUMO: Toda vez que Chloe estava perto de uma conquista, algo acontecia e não foi diferente quando o livro desconhecido brilhou, a tirando de sua realidade. Após anos com coisas boas sendo ofuscadas por outras mais preocupantes, finalmente estava conseguindo alcançar a vida que sempre quis. Estava conquistando sua independência financeira, longe dos dramas familiares, com algumas amizades novas — e até mais do que isso —, além de estar começando criar seu graphic novel. Era bom demais para ser verdade e, mesmo que estivesse um tanto desconfiada e alerta com isso, nunca imaginou que seu maior inimigo seria um livro. Quando o recebeu, de imediato o abriu, querendo ver sobre o que se tratava, encontrando finalmente o grande "problema" da vez.

— 25 anos, ela/dela, fc: Cailee Spaeny.

BIO:

Com uma infância pouco estável, Chloe decidiu na adolescência que precisava sair de casa e se afastar da família. Não sabia se era algo proposital, mas todas as vezes em que tentou comemorar algo, esse momento foi ofuscado por algo pior. Crise financeira, crise no casamento, divórcio seguido de mudança de cidade, má adaptação na escola nova, seus pais não levando a sério suas reclamações; tudo contribuiu para que colocasse na cabeça que estava só.

Inicialmente, apenas queria voltar para Nova Iorque, independente do que fosse fazer por lá. Depois, se tornou parte do seu plano tentar algo voltado para as coisas que gostava — como desenhar e escrever. Motivada pelos seus planos, fez o possível para conseguir o mais rápido possível seu dinheiro, e mesmo que tenha demorado mais do que gostaria, ainda estava feliz com o resultado.

Passou por perrengues na cidade grande, mas ainda assim não trocaria nada disso pelo "conforto" na casa de qualquer um dos seus pais. A distância melhorou a relação deles, mas não o suficiente para que ela quisesse visitá-los ou contasse com eles. Graças ao seu emprego como atendente, conseguiu alguns contatos que se tornaram amizades a longo prazo. Enfim, sua vida parecia estar se estabilizando, finalmente.

O problema veio com o tal livro. Curiosa como era, não hesitou em estranhar e já abri-lo, perdendo todo seu progresso. A única dúvida que ficou para si era se essa mudança de realidade se tratava de mais uma mudança drástica e não agradável ou, quem sabe, dessa vez tenha sido algo bom.

CURIOSIDADES:

Tem mania de rabiscar em qualquer canto possível. Tendo espaço e uma caneta na mão, o que poderia a impedir?

Acha super esquisito esse negócio de "Tíbia" e não entende como alguém poderia ser chamada assim.

Tem um histórico desastroso com romances, além de uma tendência a preferir se relacionar com mulheres.

Sua altura é 1,55 m.

#intro.#não gostei mto da edit mas vai ficar isso por enquanto #like = te chamo pra plots

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rcderick · 16 days

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Era Uma Vez… Uma pessoa comum, de um lugar sem graça nenhuma! HÁ, sim, estou falando de você RODERICK WINSLOW. Você veio de AUSTIN, ESTADOS UNIDOS e costumava ser MECÂNICO por lá antes de ser enviado para o Mundo das Histórias. Se eu fosse você, teria vergonha de contar isso por aí, porque enquanto você estava NA CADEIA, tem gente aqui que estava salvando princesas das garras malignas de uma bruxa má! Tem gente aqui que estava montando em dragões. Tá vendo só? Você pode até ser CORAJOSO, mas você não deixa de ser um baita de um GANANCIOSO… Se, infelizmente, você tiver que ficar por aqui para estragar tudo, e acabar assumindo mesmo o papel de NOIVO INDESEJADO na história VALENTE… Bom, eu desejo boa sorte. Porque você VAI precisar!

INTRO

Apelido: Roder

Idade: 26 anos

Sexualidade: Heterossexual

BEFORE

Roderick nasceu em uma família humilde de Austin, no Texas. Assim que se formou no colégio não teve a chance de cursar uma universidade e precisou começar a trabalhar para ajudar a família de oito pessoas a colocar comida na mesa. Pulou de emprego em emprego, até se tornar um mecânico bastante eficiente. Tudo parecia bem, apesar das dificuldades, até o falecimento de seu pai. Ele como o homem mais velho da família acabou assumindo esse papel, mas a situação dos Winslow só ficava cada dia pior.

Uma noite quanto fechava a oficina, Roderick recebeu uma ligação de um dos seus clientes mais fieis. Ele era um maldito filhinho de papai que costumava deixar os seus preciosos carros nas mãos do mecânico. O rapaz parecia nervoso na chamada, além de bêbado, e pediu para Roder encontrá-lo o mais rápido possível. Chegando lá, a cena não era nada boa. Seu cliente havia causado um baita acidente e os dois veículos estavam completamente acabados. Apesar do estrago, os dois motoristas pareciam bem, ainda que bastante irritados. Além deles, o advogado do riquinho também estava no local e fez uma proposta um tanto ardilosa a Roderick: “A polícia vai chegar a qualquer momento, diga que você estava atrás do volante. Ele está completamente drogado e vai ser uma dor de cabeça resolver isso. Você sabe que ele pode te pagar muito bem”.

Qualquer outra pessoa sã teria dito não para o acordo absurdo, mas Roderick precisava urgentemente de dinheiro. O que poderia dar errado, afinal? Era só uma batida de carro. Roder foi conduzido para a delegacia e naquela mesma noite o homem que dirigia o outro carro faleceu. Um coágulo no cérebro, quem poderia esperar? O crime passou a ser homicídio e o tal advogado não fez metade do que havia prometido a ele.

Roderick foi preso após confessar um crime que sequer havia cometido. Ao menos sua família tinha recebido dinheiro suficiente para mandar suas duas irmãs mais novas para a faculdade. Dois anos se passaram desde o incidente e Roderick já estava começando aceitar que perderia o resto de sua juventude dentro de uma cela. Foi durante uma visita que algo muito inesperado aconteceu. Primeiramente porque fazia algum tempo que ninguém o visitava, mas o mais surpreendente era que no lugar de um visitante havia apenas um livro antigo sobre a mesa. Curioso, Roder virou a primeira página e quase instantaneamente seus olhos queimaram com brilho forte emanado daquelas palavras. Quando finalmente conseguiu abri-los percebeu que estava muito longe de casa.

AFTER

Roderick vê todo o caos de ter ido parar no mundo dos contos de fadas como uma oportunidade, afinal, qualquer situação é melhor do que estar preso, certo? Ele não é exatamente o maior conhecedor dessas histórias, portanto não fique chateado confundir você com o príncipe do conto ao lado. Desculpa, nos desenhos todos eram muito parecidos… Enfim, não é todo dia que você acorda com a chance de fazer parte da realeza, então Roder está disposto a fazer o que for preciso para conquistar o lugar dele no Mundo das Histórias.

CONNECTIONS

Em breve.

#intro.#vou considerar likes para plots!!#vamos plotar meu povo 🖤

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♫ — INTRODUCING . . .

FULL NAME: Elijah Ray Falvey.

NICKNAME(S): Eli, EJ, E.

AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: 41. November 8th, 1982.

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cisgender man. He/him.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual.

OCCUPATION: Ghostwriter, producer & owner of MOREMUSIC studio.

HOMETOWN: Cardiff, Wales.

PREVIOUSLY LIVED: Los Angeles, California ( 2006 - 2020 ).

TIME IN PROVIDENCE PEAK: 2000 - 2006, 2020 - present.

CURRENT NEIGHBORHOOD: Claret Park.

FACECLAIM: Tom Ellis.

STATS • WANTED • TIMELINE • MUSINGS

♫ — BIOGRAPHY . . .

TRIGGER WARNINGS • Car accidents, death, implied depression & grief.

There was never a dull moment in the Falvey household — or a quiet one, at that. Born to two eccentric musicians in Cardiff, Wales, Elijah Ray Falvey was destined to love music from his very first breath. His parents could sense it, too. Calming notes from a melody always seemed to soothe their son’s cries in a way that never replicated itself when it came to their later children, and they were pretty sure that they saw him dance before they saw him stand up on his own two feet. It made sense that one of the earliest memories that Elijah could muster, there was a pair of drumsticks in his hands, banging pots and pans in a crowded kitchen to David Bowie’s ‘Heroes’.

With all of the musical instruments lying around, it was safe to say that Elijah had experience with most of them by the time he was six years old. One that he was forbidden to touch, however, was his father’s dusty Steinway Model piano that took up space in the family’s garage. Any time that he got too curious and climbed up on the stool to see it, Rodney Falvey was rushing after him and grumbling about 'his grandfather’s prized possession’, or something like that. Although, one day, when Rodney wasn’t home and his mother was too occupied chasing after his siblings in the yard, Elijah snuck into the carport and fell in love almost instantaneously.

From that day onwards, playing that piano was all that occupied Elijah’s mind. At school, around the playground, when he was sleeping — learning how to properly play was all that consumed his entire being. After several exhausting months of begging his father to teach him, Rodney eventually gave in and bought his son a keyboard of his own to practice on. It was everything that Elijah ever could have dreamed of and more, much to everyone’s dismay who couldn’t pry him away from the damn thing. No other instrument seemed to matter to him as much as his piano did, and his parents had even wound up paying a private instructor to come to the house each week in order to help him hone his skill.

Other than music, his life was fairly average. He did averagely in academics, had an average amount of friends and ended his secondary school career on a pretty average note. His life stopped being average merely a couple of months before his eighteenth birthday when his parents sat him and his siblings down to tell them the news: they were moving to America. His parents, who normally performed their music locally at bars and events, wanted to expand their career and sign a deal with a recording company in the states. That meant that they had to take the next step and pack their quaint life in Wales away and trade it for a long plane ride to Colorado.

Just outside of Denver in Providence Peak is where the Falvey family wound up, just in time for Elijah to enroll in Providence Peak University the following school year. He mainly kept his head down and kept to himself, minding his own business as the foreign freshman that some other students would whisper about. It wasn’t until he met one particular freshman in October that he started coming out of his shell.

Harrison Morrey was what some would consider an old soul — he was incredibly mature for his age, but incredibly goofy at the same time; he had the same passion for music that Elijah did, hence how he found the other man following him around like a fly on the wall for months after they had met. Practically joined at the hip, Harrison would bug Elijah every single day to consider joining his newly formed rock band, Amethyst. Every single day until Christmas, Elijah politely declined. He was apprehensive of the idea even after he reluctantly agreed to listen in on one practice (which of course, turned into two which turned into all of them after that) purely because he had thought that he wasn’t made to be in a band. As much as he enjoyed music, he enjoyed creating it even more than performing it and the position of band member didn’t necessarily suit him very much. He was too reserved, too adamant on sticking to what he was comfortable with rather than trying something new. He couldn’t be in a band. Not in a million years. Harrison was nothing if not persistent, though. That much was a fact. He successfully managed to convince Elijah by the new year to be the last missing member that they needed to man the keyboard.

For countless hours after school, Elijah, Harrison and three other bandmates spent time experimenting with their style and making music that they loved. Even after all five of them graduated from the University, they still stuck together. In fact, Elijah ended up moving out of his parents’ new home in order to move in with Harrison only a few blocks away from the other band members’ apartment. They were all closer than ever, but Elijah would consider Harrison in particular his best friend so long as the other three weren’t around to hear it.

Elijah grew into his fear exponentially, realized somewhere along the way that performing music had become a passion of his and they were having fun. It reminded him of his own parents and how much joy they got from performing, and he started to think that he wouldn’t mind doing the same for the rest of his life as long as it was with them. Making music because they loved to, to put their heart and soul into their craft regardless of who was listening — that was what his dream had become, and all it took was one big break to achieve that dream.

In 2005, Amethyst had received an email from an employee at Warner Records; they wanted to meet with them and discuss a deal, from their headquarters in Los Angeles. Making the trip out there was one of the easiest decisions that they had ever made in their lives, as was officially signing on with them a handful of weeks later to record their first ever EP. The marketing that came along with working with such a large company brought with it a level of success that surpassed anything that Elijah could have ever expected. They gained popularity in what seemed like a whirlwind, when it felt like just yesterday that they were practicing in Harrison’s family’s basement. Over the course of the coming years came more music, more concerts, more fame. They got the opportunity to travel the world on tour and live the best life that they possibly could. By the summer of 2019, Amethyst had two EPs, two albums, countless singles and three whole tours under their belt.

As much as Elijah never could have expected to be in the position that he was in then, he equally never could have expected how quickly it all came crashing down.

On their way towards the venue in Los Angeles, the day of the last show on their third tour, a reckless driver had been swerving lanes on the highway when they eventually crashed directly into the band’s van. It caused a chain reaction on the road of vehicles colliding into one another until the road was merely a gigantic pile of rubble and mess. Truth be told, Elijah didn’t remember much of the crash itself — the last thing he had any vague memories of was the sound of wailing ambulances and the squeeze of someone’s hand on his arm before his mind and vision went completely blank. It was later when he came to consciousness again that he learned that he lost his best friend that day. Despite the paramedics putting forth their best efforts, the passenger sitting on the left side of the van got sandwiched between multiple vehicles and never made it out. Harrison. Harrison who insisted on going in first. His best friend, Amethyst’s front man, died that night and Elijah swore that a piece of himself died with him, along with Amethyst itself. After months of recovery — physically and emotionally — the four remaining members decided to call it quits. Without Harrison, there was no Amethyst. It wouldn’t be right to continue without him, even if they could infer that was what he would have wanted. It was too painful, the wound of losing him being brought to life each time the band even crossed their thoughts.

Elijah’s musical career was buried all the same. As was his life in Los Angeles. He was suddenly devoid of purpose, of the will to carry on doing something that he loved without the person that he loved there to witness it. Getting as far away from California, where he spent nearly half his life seemed like the best option — but with nowhere else to go, in 2020 he found himself landing in Colorado for the second time. Which didn’t prove itself to be any better, but at least he was somewhere that felt a little more like home still.

♫ — PERSONALITY . . .

POSITIVE TRAITS: Affable, Allocentric, Creative, Gregarious, Humble, Loyal.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Loquacious, Passive, Resentful, Reticent, Self-Sabotaging.

ZODIAC: Scorpio Sun, Capricorn Moon.

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good.

MBTI TYPE: ESFJ ( The Consul ).

♫ — RELATIONSHIPS . . .

MOTHER: Erica Falvey.

FATHER: Rodney Falvey.

SIBLINGS: Nikolas Falvey ( Brother ), Reginald 'Reggie' Falvey ( Brother ), Cynthia Falvey ( Sister ).

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Aslihan Fahri-Bailey ( Girlfriend ).

CHILDREN: Rhiannon Nurbanu Falvey ( July 5th, 2023 ).

See ESTABLISHED page for all connections !

♫ — FUN FACTS . . .

Acquired two out of his four current cats shortly after he moved back home thanks to his therapist ( at the time ) suggesting that he invest in an emotional support animal. He went to the shelter and fell in love with a bonded pair of kittens, who he named Oliver & Eve. His third cat, Kemet, is technically his girlfriend's cat. His fourth is an unnamed feral orange guy who appeared around his studio one day; he's still trying to earn his trust.

Started smoking in 2001 when he was a teenager due to peer pressure from his friends. He's smoked Malboro Menthols or American Spirits consistently since then in fluctuating amounts depending on his stress levels. The highest he's ever gotten up to was two and a half packs per day, the lowest being a half pack per day. If he ever says that he's going to quit, he's definitely just fooling himself.

That being said: absolutely hates vapes. Strawberry Cereal Donut Milk? Triple Berry Ice? Strawberry Watermelon Blast? Get them all out of here. Literally what the fuck is a Geek Bar.

Is the type of guy to try just about anything at least once. Which is, coincidentally, how he found out that he hates vapes. And how he shouldn't mix hard liquor. And how he's oddly flexible . . .

Has many useless party tricks up his sleeve, such as: pen spinning, breaking apples in half, rolling coins between his fingers, and tying cherry stems with his tongue.

Found out he was ambidextrous at a very young age, but started to favor his left over time. Regardless of what hand he uses, his handwriting is pure chicken scratch. He's only known a handful of people that can confidently decipher what he's trying to write down without having to ask him what certain ink blobs on the paper say.

Will not ever commit to a favorite genre of music, despite the fact that he very obviously is partial towards rock ( classic, indie, hard, pop — he doesn't discriminate ). He will, however, say that he's not the biggest fan of heavy metal in his own roundabout way of not saying so directly.

Has become extremely annoying post-accident in the sense that he demands for people let him know via text that they've gotten to their destinations safely if he knows that they're going anywhere ( meaning: a good portion of his messages with those he cares about include variations of 'Made it okay!' and thumbs up emojis ). If he doesn't receive a notification, he gets too riddled with anxiety and starts to think that something's happened to them on the road.

Unsurprisingly favored his school's band in terms of extracurriculars as a kid, though he did fill up excess time being apart of the theatre club's stage crew.

Isn't particularly good at video games on account of not playing them much. However, he does pull skill out of his ass when it comes to rhythm games such as Guitar Hero or Rock Band. Get him in a tournament, he'll probably crush it.

Finds it extremely difficult to get up in the morning and has punched a fair amount of alarm clocks until they've stopped beeping at him. The increasing frequency in which he suffers from restless sleep these days only makes it ten times harder — thanks PTSD-induced, chronic nightmares!

Knows how to take care of his curls. His mother was very adamant on instilling a proper hair care routine when he was teenager, after she found out that he was aggressively rubbing the water off with a pool towel after every shower. His skin care still needs to catch up to speed, but a simple face soap has never steered him wrong before.

Is still cordial with Harrison's family — who, all things considered, treated him like a second son. Thinking about the accident has made it hard for him to reach out as often as he wants to, but he does make a point to stop by their cabin in Bighorn Hills at least once every six months or so. He has yet to do so on his death anniversary, which is arguably one of the most important days to let the Morrey's know that he's thinking about them, but one day he'll be able to crawl out of bed and make it there. Hopefully.

Plans to silently donate a percentage of his earnings garnered through his music studio each year to the Roadway Safety Foundation.

#providence.intro #INTRO.

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RAPID FIRE.

Faceclaim: Barry Keoghan.

Name: Atlas Nolas.

Pronouns & Gender: He/Him, Cis Man.

Birthday: 05/30/1995.

Occupation: Attendant @ Starship Arcade.

Neighborhood: Celestial Drive

How long have they been in Starlight Oaks? 9 years.

Three positive traits: Free-spirited, loyal, spontaneous.

Three negative traits: Aimless, distractible, envious.

tw drugs, child neglect

OVERVIEW.

-- First born child to a mother who probably should never have been a mother, something Nina Nolan would admit herself if she could ever be tied down long enough for an honest conversation on that.

-- Atlas had to practically raise himself and his sister from a young age. Though their mother was technically present, she had spells of going missing for days on and leaving them alone in various motel rooms in Orlando that they called him until having to move on to the next one.

-- Despite the nurturing skills she lacked, his mother was the type who loved a party and was always one of the last ones left shutting the bar down, something that's rubbed off on Atlas.

-- It was an expectation that both he and his sister had to pitch in whenever they could to keep a roof over their heads (and their mother's bad habits funded) which is how Atlas started to shoplift at a young age. Small things at first because he was scared of getting caught, but he gradually grew bolder and bolder about the things he would lift.

-- He has numerous arrests and past charges as a minor and as an adult for theft.

-- Education was never made much of a priority, and it was rare for him to actually attend a full month of school consecutively. Due to this, Atlas never finished high school. After ending up in the system as a pre-teen once child services intervened after another of Nina's vanishing acts, the constant moves heightened the disinterest he had already had about learning as a kid and by sixteen he had dropped out altogether.

-- He made a pact with his sister before they were separated and placed in different homes that when they both turned eighteen they would meet up in Washington and reunite.

-- He first first landed in a trailer park outside of town when he arrived to Starlight Oaks, staying in a trailer there before eventually being able to move into a house on Celestial Drive that's needed the same set of repairs since he first moved in seven years ago (they're still to be done).

-- He's worked various jobs to keep himself afloat, a lot of which have ended up in him being fired for poor attendance or bad behaviour.

-- Loves to throw loud and raucous house parties at his, which has gotten him into trouble with some of his neighbors over the years.

-- Currently, he's passing his time as an attendant at the Arcade. It's his longest steady employment to date (8 months as of Jan. 2024)

SORTA FUN FACTS.

His desire to move to Washington was due to a postcard he received as a child from his 'dad'. It depicted Washington on the front and on the back it just said 'I'm proud of you son - Dad'. He received it when he was six after it was slipped under the door of the motel he was staying in in Orlando. He has no idea currently that the postcard wasn't from his father but rather the motel's caretaker, Jack, who felt bad for how often the young boy would talk about the dad he had never met.

For the longest time he thought At Last by Etta James was actually a song called Atlas. To this day, if it plays on the radio he still sings Atlas instead.

His karaoke song of choice is Gloria by Laura Branigan. It's his mom's favorite song and one of the few he knows all the words to.

Has various tattoos on his body, half of which are from when he was drunk and let someone draw on him at one of his house parties before getting it yatted permanently.

Is wary of wealthy people.

He's never been on an airplane in his life.

Has never been to Disney World despite spending the first 11 years of his life in close proximity to it.

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

close friend / other half of a whole moron of @sunbcthe

constantly shot down by @sasikamatthews

arcade idiots / friend of @kaiisms

one time air-hockey nemesis turned unlikely besties with @miikcs

getting to know / will be positively influenced by @cosmicallyhadlee

party aquaintances with @rosesraleigh

SPECIFIC WANTED CONNECTIONS.

ppl who attend his messy houseparties KJHGSH doesn't have to be just celestial drive residents! pretty much an open door policy at casa del nolan.

co-workers at the arcade!!

wealthy ppl who kill time there that he can side-eye 👀

friends / ride or dies

frenemies/friends who only fuck with each other when they're drunk and/or partying but on a normal day its like nah fuck you KJSHGH

neighbors from celestial drive (can be positive or negative!)

someone he's in a toxic situationship with (always fighting and falling out then rekindling and can never figure out what they are so its just a messy cycle) plotting required!

connects he knows through his sister

former co-workers / former bosses (he's def bounced around a ton of minimum wage jobs while in SO so timeline is fluid and can be figured out!)

people who he's shoplifted stuff for (if he thinks he can get it and get away with it, he'll lift something by request and sell it to the person for half the price)

people he's gotten into fights with (he can be hotheaded and doesn't think things through when he's drinking)

ppl he gets high with (pretty game for anything but rarely goes harder than coke)

someone with their life together who can take him under their wing a little and help him figure out a path that isn't just him spinning out day in and day out

hookups, fwb, usual jazz.

GENERIC WANTED CONNECTIONS.

connections wise he’s pretty much an open book right now, but some baseline ideas that can be springboarded off are:

friendly.

a best friend / ride or dies / close friends / childhood friends from florida / pseudo-siblings / friends / drunk friends / positive influences / new friends / people who were also in care in florida / former co-workers.

romantic

flirtationship / friends with benefits / one time hook ups / tinder matches / unrequited crush (can be either way) / exes on good terms.

antagonistic.

enemies / former (best) friends / exes on bad terms / frenemies / rivals / negative influence / people who don’t fuck with him.

#starlight.intro #intro.

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alto, quem vem lá? oh, é THEODORE JASON SCHREAVE, o PRÍNCIPE de ILLÉA de 26 anos, como é bom recebê-lo! está gostando da frança? tenho certeza que será muitíssimo bem tratado por nós aqui, sendo tão CONFIANTE e CRIATIVO. só não deixe transparecer ser PREGUIÇOSO e RANCOROSO que sua estadia será excelente. por favor, por aqui, estão todos lhe esperando!

resumo:

segundo filho, bem folgado, viveu a vida tranquilamente viajando, trocando ideia, e esqueceu boa parte do tempo das responsabilidades. com uma ideia muito equivocada, os monarcas sugerem que seus filhos mais novos também tenham uma seleção, deixando theo inconformado. ele veio para, além de reafirmar alianças, buscar por falhas na ideia da seleção ou uma pessoa para se comprometer e evitar sua própria seleção.

bio:

O desinteresse em ser herdeiro cresceu assim que Theo aprendeu quais eram as diferenças entre um rei e um príncipe, chegando a conclusão rápida de que preferia as responsabilidades do segundo mencionado. Era bem satisfeito, de fato, com o título de príncipe, ainda que não gostasse muito do tanto que precisavam estudar. Para sua sorte, era o segundo filho e seu irmão mais velho estava bem determinado a se tornar um rei, não havendo dramas com isso.

As viagens e festas certamente eram uma das partes favoritas da vida de Theodore, não tendo dificuldades na hora da socialização obrigatória. Era carismático o suficiente para que as pessoas não detestassem seus comentários, assim como estava sempre aberto a aprender coisas novas. O único problema em seu estilo de vida era que, por vezes, esquecia que precisava ser mais político e menos festeiro. Isso chegou a causar alguns problemas para si, já que ficou com fama de irresponsável, o que não deixava de ser verdade.

Em uma tentativa de melhorar o comportamento dos filhos mais novos, com uma ideia bastante equivocada, os pais de Theo sugerem que todos os filhos tenham uma Seleção. Essa ideia ainda não foi divulgada, embora de alguma forma, os jornais estejam especulando essa possibilidade. Theodore é totalmente contra, mas ainda tem chances de escapar dessa situação, mesmo que nem todas as opções sejam agradáveis. Tudo o que precisa é convencer o quão falha é a Seleção — aproveitando da francesa que acontecia —, ou encontrar uma pessoa antes que seja anunciada a mudança em seu país sobre Seleções.

headcanons:

Não ligava para a Seleção e até achava divertida, como espectador. Seu irmão demorou, mas conseguiu finalmente encontrar uma noiva através da Seleção em seu país.

Tem fama de irresponsável, mas uma boa companhia. Também dizem que costuma ficar com várias pessoas em festas e viagens, mas nada foi confirmado.

Teve poucos relacionamentos sérios (e públicos).

Tem 1,96 m de altura.

#intro.#vou considerar like = pedido para plotar

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⟨ danny ramirez. cisgender man. he/him. 31. ⟩ We just saw tomas flores entering the Camden market. I heard through the grapevine that they are waiter. Although they are [ a civilian ], they can sometimes be fickle, quick tempered, or even cynical but I’ve also heard some people say that they were loyal, confident and quite resilient. — ann. she/her. 31. est. clowns

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒:

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: tomas martin flores lopez

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒): tomas doesn't have nicknames per se, but he does have a handful of aliases that he cycles through. right now, he's going by "tommy"

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: November 4

𝐀𝐆𝐄: 31 years old

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: cisgender man

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: he/him

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: biromantic

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: greysexual

𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃: ambidextrous; often favors left hand

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒: tattoos (TBA); most notable scar – 1.5in scar on right hand (resulting from surgery after having broken his arm falling out of a tree.)

details: disclaimer: tomas is a completely new muse for me, so we'll all get to know him together. tw: foster care

tomas flores doesn't know much about the circumstances of his birth. the story changed every time he heard it. not that it really mattered. what it really boiled down to was that he was unwanted, a forgotten child left to the care of the foster care system.

it wasn't all bad -- his childhood. some homes were better than others. some were little more than lucid nightmares. at first, tomas had believed what every child in the system wanted to believe -- that someone out there would fall in love with him -- but soon he learned that this wasn't a reality he'd ever experienced.

each foster home came with a new story, a new piece to add to the mystery that was his life. it was in the system that tomas learned to lie, to lock away pieces of himself from those around him, to only show them the parts of him that they wanted. all in the hope that they'd love him. sometimes, it worked. other times this plan backfired.

quite unexpectedly, tomas was finally adopted. the adoption saw him moving to the UK, a world away from the life he'd known, not that it had been much of a life; in the trade he gained an older brother, Ender.

Tomas, having been mostly unloved for the majority of his life, struggled to understand his good fortune over having been adopted. he could not imagine that anyone would actually love him; surely this family had adopted him for some other ulterior motive. nevertheless, he did what he always did -- became the thing they could love.

he worked odd jobs, never quite being able to settle, and so, fell into a life of minor criminality (something that his hero older adoptive brother is not quite aware of,) things that made it easy to leave without a moments notice, ran little cons, each time getting a bit better, learning more and more about himself.

then tomas met julie. he'd introduced himself as tommy diaz. it was supposed to be easy. get the mark to trust him, but tomas made the mistake no self respecting con artist would ever admit -- he fell for his mark.

he's still trying to figure out a way to extricate himself from this situation, only this time he's thinking about a mark's feelings, and it's inconvenient to say the least.

wanted connections:

past marks

people he's ran previous cons with

friends (i'd love someone who actually knows him)

folks he's met through julie

past hookups

foster siblings

literally any and everything

#intro.

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lgchangyul · 4 months

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blossom here back with a second muse and here i'm introducing song hangyul, a trainee since july 2020 and hoping to debut as an actor ! here is his profile and here are some brief connections i have, though i'll have more under the read more below ! as usual, if you'd like to plot, give this a like and i'll message you to plot ( i'd prefer to plot on discord or twitter as tumblr shadowbanned junkyu's account and i'm traumatised ;'; ) edit: feel free to add me on dscord at minipochacco or follow me on twtter 94joobebe if you want to plot ! i'm scared to message everyone in case this account gets sh*dowbanned.

background

introducing song hangyul, born on 31st december 1998 and wanting to debut as an actor !

he was born and raised in jeju until moving to seoul in 2001 ( when he was 3 ).

ex taekwondo athlete, gave it up in order to pursue what he really wanted to do.

his parents weren't too happy about it because they wanted him to continue with taekwondo, but his heart always leant more towards acting, but eventually after a lot of begging and pleading, they let him pursue acting instead.

not too long after, his parents split up simply because the romance just wasn't there anymore, which wasn't a bad thing for hangyul because they were both still actively in his life, just with some adjustments.

studied hard and did well in school, enrolled to uni to study acting, finished uni. auditioned for legacy in july 2020 and passed, becoming a trainee !

he didn't want to rush any opportunities that came up and instead wanted to focus more on enhancing his skills which is why he didn't rush into moving to the acting path ( yet ).

personality

he's a very sweet guy with a pretty playful side, he's a chill guy and outgoing, really that kind of guy who will offer you his shoulder if you need to cry. he's really carefree, he see's the beauty in the little things in life and i think that's what makes him so endearing too??? things like watching the sunrise, a cup of coffee in the morning, seeing the morning buzz of people heading to work etc, things like that easily make him smile.

honestly, he's a hopeful guy?? and i think that can make him come across as a little bit naïve, some people might think he's silly for seeing the world in such bright, lovely colors when it's not always like that.

a mommas boy fr, after his parents split up, he always made sure she was doing okay. he'd cook a lot for her or help out with cooking, he essentially was like a rock to her.

cares a lot about the people close to him, and he'll show it through ways like acts of service. you'll know if you're someone close to him.

he's hard working and believes that hard work pays off, and he's not the type of person to step on others to get what he wants. he wants to do things properly, the right way and earn his way up rightfully.

he's kinda clumsy, he breaks something at least once a week and he'll apologise 80 times and feel bad about it for the next week too.

he is NOT a night owl, the latest he'll sleep is like.. midnight, he loves waking up in the morning because to him, every morning is a brand new day with new opportunities !

essentially, he's like that person you want in your life, simply because he's so hopeful and uplifting and being around him is just.. inspiring and motivating.

random, brief plots

flower garden friends / hangyul loves flowers, another thing he see's beauty in and he loves visiting flower gardens and things like that, so someone who also loves flowers or visiting flower gardens. perhaps they found a shared interest and decided to visit together, or they simply bumped into each other there. minjun.

reality check / someone who maybe hasn't had it easy, has had a difficult life and knows how hard and complicated the world can be, perhaps they're annoyed at how optimistic hangyul can be and try to give him a reality check ( or this could be adjusted where hangyul tries his best to show your muse that the world can be an enjoyable place too ).

close friends / when hangyul joined legacy, he struggled to settle in a bit because it was all so new to him, and perhaps your muse was one of the first friends he made here.

under the facade friends / someone who's seen hangyul down, unlike himself and saw how he really can be when he's his his usual, bubbly, happy and uplifting self. maybe your muse knows how he is usually, or your muse doesn't know what he's usually like. someone who's seen that side to him that he rarely ever shows ( more so because he doesn't get like that often ).

soulmates / quite literally, hangyul's person. best friends. platonic soulmates. two peas in a pod, the one person he'll show all sides of himself to without a worry that your muse will judge him. jinyoung.

blind date / a fun plot where perhaps their parents set them up on a blind date at some point. whether they knew each other prior to the date or not can be discussed.

issues / someone who just has an issue with hangyul for whatever reason. he has no clue why, and even though he's usually always kind and carefree, it bugs him that your muse has a distaste for him and he wants to know why.

events

trainee mission 015

traditional korean games: open, open educational video: open reflection solo: to be completed

#plot call.#intro.#(( phew hello x

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