#malnatiooc

[marlsbuck]

— && guests may mistake me as ( haley lu richardson ), but really i am ( marley buckley + cisfemale + she/her ) and my DOB is ( 6/13/1994 ). i am applying for the ( vet tech ) position as part of the EHP and would like to live in suite ( 211 ). i should be hired because i am ( witty & empathetic ), but i can also be ( indecisive & absent-minded ) at times. personally, i like to ( dance, knit & volunteer at the zoo ) when off the clock, but that won’t interfere with work.

hi pals! we’re back with a marley mae revamp! our favorite lil cowgirl is getting the makeover she deserves, so let’s get started, shall we?

before we get too into it, though, we have a stats page and a pinterest (which is also getting a revamp before too long bUT...i digress).

lil tw moment: abuse, alcohol, drug, death mention tws. per usual, i went a little heavy on the tws just to be safe! 

- marley mae buckley was born june 13th, 1994 to finnegan and shailene buckley.

- her father is a chief exec at an oil company and her mother was a stay at home mom and socialite, the latter of which she preferred.

- the family moved to billings, montana shortly after marley was born so her father could be more involved with work. this meant her mother had more time on her hands and more time to attempt to mold marley into the perfect daughter.

- except marley liked dirt, climbing tress, and pretending to ride the family dog like a rodeo bull.

- needless to say that did not go well????

- substance abuse tw early in marley’s life, her mother mixed prescription pills and pinot, which only made the tension between the two more intense. 

- abuse tw baby marls never understood why her mother would want to self medicate, essentially checking out and missing a majority of her only child’s life, until one night after her father came home after a day of ‘meetings’. smelling like expensive scotch and cigar smoke, marley saw her father hit her mother for the first time.

-  abuse tw she didn’t witness the actual abuse often, but marley started noticing the signs more and more often. bruises around wrists, large sunglasses when it wasn’t sunny out, concealer caked around her eyes and jaw. for a while, she begged her mother to take her and leave, but marley’s mother refused - firm in her belief that she wouldn’t be able to make it on her own.

- so they endured. more often than not, marley’s mother took her pain and frustration out on her daughter. it didn’t take long for marley’s parents toxicity to turn her into an angry, resentful person. marley was around 8 when she started acting out - “accidentally” breaking things around the house, saying out of pocket things at her father’s work events or fancy dinner parties. marley was 10 the first time she left home and didn’t come back for hours on end, only to come back and realize no one had really noticed she was gone.

- when she was about 13, marley really started acting out and rebelling. she started hanging out with a rougher group of kids who were significantly older than her. even though she never took part in the more intense stuff, marley did manage to get herself into some trouble that finally managed to catch her parents’ attention.

-  one night, while out with that older, rougher group of friends, marley was arrested for a destruction of property charge. since she was a minor, her parents were called immediately and, after making a sizable donation to billings pd, made the whole thing go away.

- officially done dealing with marley and the whole “mothering” of it all (if you can call it that), her parents shipped her back to their hometown of big timber to live with her paternal grandparents.

- she tried to run away a few times (even going so far as to steal her grandfather’s work truck - even tho she didn’t get far because she didn’t know how to drive stick yet) because rebellious, but after paw made her stay and help one of their cattle give birth, marley fell in love.

- marley fell in love with every animal on the ranch - all their quirks and distinct personalities. it quickly became the home marley’d never had. it was warm and loving and full of joy and life. her grandparents became the only parents she’d ever really known.

- they were the only reason marley agreed to go back to her parents. they’d made a deal that if she behaved at “home”, she’d be able to spend the rest of her summers at the ranch.

- so marley went back to her parents and did the dance classes, and dinner parties, and even did the whole debutante thing and “came out” to society.

- at 16 she petitioned to be emancipated and a judge granted said petition. she promptly moved into the renovated barn at the ranch that her grandparents had rented out while she finished school.

- marley ended up graduating early and began attending classes at the local community college, eventually getting her associates in science all while still working on the ranch when she could.

- at 19, marley began classes at montana state, majoring in microbiology as a pre-vet track.

- death tw shortly after she finished her first year at msu, marley found out her mother passed unexpectedly. when she went to attend the services, her father effectively disowned her (even though they hadn’t spoken in years) and blamed her for her mother’s issues and death.

- marley came back to the ranch more depressed than she’d ever been and instead of dealing with the hurricane of emotions she felt, marley dropped out of school and ran

- marley drove all along the west coast, eventually settling on a cattle farm in texas.

- there, marley met literally the worst thing to ever happen to her. only a month or two after settling in texas, marley started dating wade because mess attracts mess. duh. his parents owned the farm she was working on and he gave her attention. that’s it. that’s all it took.

- abuse tw it didn’t take long for the gas lighting, lying, and cheating to start. a short six months into their relationship was when the physical abuse started. growing up, she’d always told herself that she’d never allow a man to treat her the way she’d watched her father treat her mother - that she’d be stronger than her mother and leave after the first time. finally, though, marley realized the battle her mother had fought to endure all those years of abuse and just how hard it was to muster the courage to leave. 

- to this day, marley carries around the guilt of spending years blaming her mother for being weak and missing the opportunity to apologize while she was still alive.

- eventually paw caught on and WASN’T having any of it. so he snuck down with maw in the middle of the night while wade was out on a bender and packed marley’s shit and took her back home to the ranch like the knight in shining armor that man is.

- two years of animal therapy and literal therapy, marley applied to finish her bachelors in chicago after maw suggested it. she was accepted and once again left her home behind, but this time it was to chase her dream and we’re all v proud.

- she’s been at the mlanati now for two years and has finished her bachelors and is a certified vet tech. she’s currently in her last year of undergrad and is getting ready to start applying to vet schools officially.

hcs!

- marley is a jeeple. she owns a 2008 black jeep wrangler x. 100% named it ringo. definitely has a black jeep of the family bumper sticker and let me tell you, this girl is SO proud.

- y’all will never catch this girl in shoes. she will start the day in shoes and by the time lunch rolls around she’s barefoot. the only pair of shoes she enjoys wearing are her justin boots or her vvv worn out vans. 

- she knits when she’s anxious, which is more often than not now that she’s in a new place. but it also means she’s giving out cute lil beanies and scarves to her new frens.

- loves and i mean LOVES westerns. tombstone and gunsmoke were staples growing up.

- also probably the worlds biggest dolly parton fan. if it involves dolly, marley is in.

- ALIENS, MAN. your girl loves aliens and most space things. roswell (the og and new shows) are her jam bc...y’know....cowliens.

- she has three tattoos: some wildflowers on her upper left ribs, “worthy” in her grandpa’s handwriting on her upper right forearm, and the silhouette of big timber peak at the nape of her neck.

- marley is also one of those people that doesn’t need a ton of sleep? 4-5 hours max and she’s golden.

- cold brew coffee also runs through her veins. her coffee order is a trenta cold brew with hazelnut and almond milk, thanks. it’s also probably one of the reasons she never stops moving....ever.

- big time questioning her sexuality. marley’s only ever been with men, but uuuuuhhhhh WOMEN y’know? also nb folx are v nice. we do not discriminate in this house.

- 2 cats! doc (7 y/o himalayan long hair) and ike (2 y/o munchkin). both rescues she met while volunteering at a shelter.

- snake tw would also v much like a colombian rainbow boa pls and thank

- will always make time to take a dance class or book space to just dance all her feelings out. it’s one of the few joys she has that comes without feelings of pressure or stress. 

- holds most  people at arms length. she’s more than happy to listen and support everyone around her, but is a literal steel trap when it comes to talking about herself and her past.

- alcohol/drugs tw not a drinker. buckley’s don’t have a great track record of being able to handle their liquor (never let her do shots pls), so marley sticks to the occasional blunt. esp when she’s feeling extra anxious, it calms her down and evens her out.

- she do be jumpy af! loud noises (that don’t obviously come from animals) make her anxious and shaky. it’s the *pTsD*.

- marley’s triggers include but are not limited to: grabbing her face/chin, breaking glass, loud noises - specifically yelling, general violence, the smell of vodka or scotch and cigar smoke, being grabbed from behind/picked up without warning.

wanted connections!

- travel pals! : people marley met on her trip from montana to texas! she wouldn’t have stuck around long, but she was a hot ass mess and these would have been people who met her at p close to her lowest? so seeing her at the malnati would be like meeting a whole new person. she’ll probs be hella flustered and embarrassed so, like, we love that.

- hype squaaaaaad! : marley’s self esteem is still.........nonexistent, almost. she’s all about giving the love, but is the worst at accepting it, so obviously we need someone to shove all the love and positive affirmations her way! help ya girl see her worth!

- post hook ups! : likely only one or two! marley isn’t one to hook up unless she’s feeling pretty awful about her self and needs some instant validation. can be awkward or cordial! i’m down to plot specifics!

- crushes! : unrequited or nah (lbr i’d live for unrequited pls) male, female, nb - gimmie it all! babie is ready to give all the love....kinda. from afar. bc trauma. bUT!!! leggo. lololol.

- confidant! : literally probably the only connection that’s limited to one person. they know eeeeverything. every horrid, gruesome detail about marley’s past and all her insecurities. they could be someone that met her when she was on her way to texas/she met in texas or someone she met after and got to witness one of her panic attacks post texas. aka the one person she trusts most.

- scurry folx! : pls gimmie plots where marley is at odds with someone, whether or not it’s because they scare her a lil (aka angry, aggressively loud, bully-ish type someones) or just people who can’t handle her goofy, oddball, pollyanna type personality! i. need. ANGST!! pls. ty.

- chemistry, ofc!

#×○┆ooc⌇a salutation & a farewell #malnatiooc #manatiintro #bc i don't remember which one this goes in lmfao #but honestly if you make it all the way through this #you deserve a drink or candy or something #ily

[hillpoppy]

— && guests may mistake me as ( lily collins ), but really i am ( poppy hill + cis-female+ she/her ) and my DOB is ( 12 / 27 / 1989 ). i am a ( defense lawyer ) and would like to stay in suite ( 301 ). i won’t be much of a bother because i am ( practical & disciplined ), but i can also be ( sensitive & a workaholic ) at times. personally, i like to ( reading crime novels & cooking ) when i have the time to relax, and my favorite snack is ( cookie dough ice cream ) to have in my suite. thank you for checking in! 

alright everyone I am back & ready to throw my little mess baby at you all !! if you want to plot or have any wanted connections to fill hmu on discord & we can work something out !! 

( before reading note: tw addiction & tw drugs )

poppy hill was born in less than ideal circumstances. her parents were both suffering from addiction and were living as close to homelessness as possible while still actually renting what some could call an apartment. their parents had written them off and they were in no shape to raise a child. or at least— that’s what everyone thought. with more than one criminal records on the files no one thought the hills would make it. just another kid thrown into the system due to irresponsible parents. that is where tommy and sarah hill differed. when they found out they were expecting they did everything they could to stay clean. going to meeting and getting stable jobs. they turned their cheek at their troublemaking ways to start anew for their tiny bundle of joy. everything seemed great at the beginning. they began reconnecting with family they hadn’t spoken to in years and we’re looking into buying their first home by the time poppy was starting kindergarten. but as you can imagine things didn’t stay happy for long. 

tommy hill had always been a stubborn man. harden by his time living with a poorer family in a rough neighbor in chicago he did whatever he wanted and never apologized for anything. when he put his mind to something that was it. sarah on the other hand was not the same way. she was easily persuaded and pressured into things she was not ready for. as poppy grew older staying clean stuck for her father while her mother returned to old habits as the pressure of parenthood grew too much for her to handle. by the time poppy had finished grade school her mother had run off leaving her father to raise a young girl through the most difficult time of their life: puberty. although challenging he was ready to step up to the plate. he moved up the ladder as an auto mechanic and eventually made enough to run his own shop, choosing to hire parolees or recently released people looking to start fresh like he had once before. 

poppy and her father were very close. although no one had expected tommy hill to turn his life around it was starting to look like it. his shop was doing well, poppy was becoming an intelligent and beautiful young women and he had recently got married to a wonderful women who poppy viewed as her mother figure. but on january 17, 2002 tragedy struck the hill house once more. while working at the shop the police arrived asking about a stolen vehicle on his property. tommy explained to the officers what happened, that one of the parolees had brought it to have mr. hill fix in his off time and he agreed unknowing that it was stolen, but they didn’t believe him. with no proof ‘real’ proof to support his case and a file of past charges tommy hill was sentenced to 45 years in prison with no chance of parole. poppy was devastated. she knew her father had nothing to do with the car being stolen, yet he was being punished for it regardless. that is when she decided that she was going to beat the system. work to help people like her father that were wrongly accused of crimes because of their criminal backgrounds. not everyone with bad pasts were bad people. some just wanted a new start just like her father. so she continued to get good grades and ended up attending one of the best law schools in the area.

now she is working at a high paying law firm working around the clock to be the best lawyer she can be. no one at the firm takes her seriously so she works ten times harder to get half the credit. poppy is a spunky, ambitious girl who is ( what I would call ) a messy perfectionist. so droned into her work that other areas of her life are irrelevant such as picking up her room, eating and especially dating. work is her main focus but lately she feels as though something is missing in her life. she’s just not sure what it is.

#tw addiction #tw drugs #malnatiooc

[flipsideds]

it’s all run amuck.

a server’s dropped two trays of fresh-baked scones, and the confections litter the floor like fallen leaves, purple-pink icing making the banquet hall look less like the site of a charity benefit and more like the streets of chilham mid-fall. it lights nostalgia beneath his ribs, and flip finds his lips tugging into a wistful smile.

but then a penguin-prettied guest clears his throat and arches a bristly brow.

“ right then, ” flip says with a curt nod. he clasps his hands, gaze sweeping one final dance across the sugar speckled floor. “ i’ll see to some replacements for you. ”  he forces a gentle smile –– the chasm between the man’s brows only deepens.

amuck indeed.

flip glides toward the kitchen. he’s a smooth-sailing afternoon cloud; light. airy. bloody nervous.

oh, dear.

flip allan bell has a case of the collywobbles, theodore, his old assistant would tease whenever he’d drop a bowl, tray, or spoon. the best baker’s hand he’d been, that one. it’s a shame he ––

flip blinks. thinks of flames, of ink black smoke. then tries not to think about anything at all.

quick fingers collect ingredients, combine. get to kneading. in here, there’s no clammer. no crowd. just sugar, butter, flour. a baffled baker’s best friend. he’ll forget the chaos, for a little while. he’ll close his eyes as he brings cherry compote to a simmer, and think of home.

or, alternatively :  greetings loved ones!! my name is linc ( 21 / est / she/her ) and here is the ever so lovely, ever so flighty phillip allan bell !

below the cut you’ll find a messy run-down of who he is, where he’s come from, and where he’s headed. i am so excited to write with all of you !!  he’s fresh out of the oven ( just ask nika ) so i am head over heels for watching him grow in the windy city !

toss on some nat king cole, julie london, billie holiday, chet baker & let’s get cookin’.

— && guests may mistake me as david corenswet, but really i am phillip "flip" allan bell + cis male + he/him/his  and my DOB is 02/29/1992. i am applying for the banquet manager position as part of the EHP and would like to live in suite 201. i should be hired because i am + breezy, expressive, peaceable, but i can also be flighty, perplexed, vacillant at times. personally, i like to bake sweets, not hum along to nat king cole while dancing around my flat alone, and most certainly never wear trousers that are just a bit too short to show off my eccentric sock collection when off the clock, but that won’t interfere with work. thank you for your consideration! 

h i s t o r y .

born in the small english village of chilham, phillip allan bell never knew his parents––but they took great care in stapling a note with his name, birthday, and favorite color to the blanket he was found swaddled in on the steps of the local market. ( phillip allan. 29 february. needs green. ) or, at least, that’s how flip tells the story. it’s unclear whether or not his parents’ chicken scratch called for green the color, or green the currency.

when phillip started speaking, he couldn’t properly say his own name. hence the nickname flip was born. the other children in the group home took to it easily, so the single-syllable stuck.

he spent the majority of his childhood in and out of foster homes throughout kent, always returning to the same group home after intervals of six months to a year. he began helping in the kitchen early on, so he became known as flip baker –– whether in foster care or the care of group home supervisors, flip always came to dinner with a new sweet treat for the others to try. people wouldn’t want to end their time fostering him because they loved the food. but in the end, the poor boy wouldn’t be adopted. reasons tended to ring much the same, “ oh, he’s lovely, really. what a sweetheart. just a bit too nervous for us, we’re afraid. ”

in fact, nervousness colored most of flip’s young life. from loud noises to spiders to fitting in, his mind always spun about endless possibilities –– quite rarely the good ones. the kitchen was the only place he truly quieted this tendency. he baked and cooked with steady hand, when he was alone. other folks in the kitchen with him would disrupt that cadence, but flip was never one to complain. he’d just fumble a bit, laugh nervously, and move along. he’s a remarkable chef –– and the kitchen always has ample marks to prove it.

shortly after turning 16, flip relocated to london. an older couple agreed to foster and adopt him as their own, but that stability was short-lived. they perished in an apartment fire just two months later. their youngest son, theodore, agreed to take him under his wing. at only 18, the two boys became fast friends. when flip decided to open his own bakery, theodore offered to be his assistant. from then on, the sweet by & by was born.

the bakery quickly rose to fame in the london area. people traveled from far and wide to try the legendary fruit scones, fresh cakes, and scrumptious sourdough. the bbc did a feature on the bakery for one of their london food series, and the sweet by & by began attracting tourists for something more than its treats :  its adorably frenetic baker. the kitchen was always spotted, his cheeks always dotted with icing or sugar. but he’d always greet customers with a molten-honey smile. tender green eyes. for years, the bakery prospered. flip prospered. he rose early to bake. he and theodore experimented with new recipes, danced around the kitchen to billie holiday, nat king cole... things were brilliant. radiant. whole. and then came the fire.

( tw: fire, death ) it happened while on a morning that was... well. most unusual. typically, flip and theodore would open the bakery together––3am sharp. they’d start preparing the day’s fresh goods, oldies playing softly on the stereo around them. but this september day in particular started off like no other: with theodore opening. alone. flip had stayed the night at one of his friends’ flats, unplanned. they’d hosted a housewarming party, and broken out his kryptonite: good bourbon. he’d drank more than his fill, and shot a text to theodore asking if it’d be alright if he started out the next day on his own. theodore agreed with a cheeky reply, getting some, are you, flip? right! as if. both men thought nothing of it. the opening, the slight shift in daily pattern. flip would be in by noon and business would carry on as usual. except flip always handled the faulty oven. on this particular morning, the device’s... quirks... slipped theodore’s mind. it took twenty minutes for the wires to start smoking. thirty minutes before theodore, swirling about the countertops with earbuds in, realized something was burning. on september 30, 2020 the sweet by & by burnt to the ground. and three days later, by smoke inhalation, it took flip’s dearest friend with it.

and that’s how it goes, innit? the story? the heartache? standing on the corner of upland and darrell road dressed in his funeral tie, squinting through scorched brick and metal like maybe, maybe if he stared hard enough, theodore, alive and well, might rise from the ashes. he didn’t. he didn’t, and flip visited the property each day for a week until he realized... he never would. he sorted through theodore’s personal affects. finally started his adopted surname, bell, as his own. he appeased reporters, for a little while. told the story, expressed how much he’d miss his best friend. his brother. but what about the bakery?, they’d ask. what about the sweet by & by? in the last interview flip ever did for the local stations, he reckoned perhaps that chapter, however sweet, was now meant to close. somewhere, online, there’s footage of him blinking through tears. twisting theo’s favorite ring around his own middle finger. green –– tsavorite. it means compassion, theodore had explained one night, after closing up. after they’d snatched a pint at the local pub and meandered on home. benevolence. beauty. somewhere, online, a reporter asks flip about that very stone. somewhere, online, flip pretends he didn’t hear it.

then came the bubble wrapping. the cardboard, packing tape. fingers rubbed raw from crinkling tape around itself, tearing it off, starting again. after theodore’s services, after relinquishing the bakery property to dulwich, flip packs his bags. he buys himself a nap, a pack of werther’s originals, and flees across the sea.

to chicago. the windy city. it’s always been circled on theodore’s map of america. that’s one i’d like to see someday, he’d say over a glass of bourbon. reckon they’re as tough as they seem? flip would always shrug, take a sip of his own drink. he didn’t know. but now? now, he would. on the plane, he spins theodore’s ring around his middle finger. even when he falls asleep, his forefinger and thumb stay there, shielding.

his initial thought is... perhaps he’ll open a bakery. but with the financial losses from the blaze, flip knows better than to embark on such an undertaking. so he does the responsible thing –– he finds a respectable job, at a respectable inn. the american experience, he hears theodore croon in the back of his mind, as he fills out his application. he’s jet lagged, distracted –– he doesn’t realize he’s checked the wrong box until the material’s been sent. and then he gets it. a banquet manager. oh, dear –– he hasn’t the faintest idea where to begin.

d i s p o s i t i o n .

born on a leap year. meaning he’s 28. but also 7.

for real footage of how flip handles himself in the kitchen, or just in general, check out this video. do i watch it daily? yes. did it inspire the general framework for flip’s frenetic kitchen tendencies? ...maybe. the chief difference lies in the result. things may crash and burn. it might look like it’s about to fall apart. but he always, always pulls it into a beautiful success.

he’s got a very deep-seated fear of fire. he’ll light candles in his flat only to flinch and snuff them out. if someone in the kitchen cooks with wine or vinegar and the skillet bursts into flame, he’ll look as though he’s seen a ghost. and he believes he’s subtle about it; oh, he truly does. but anyone with two eyes and a brain can piece together this man is very uneasy around flames.

he’s moved here with truly no plan, beyond experiencing chicago in all its glory, to make good on theodore’s dream. but as glorious and exciting as that is, he’s petrified. please help him.

there’s... a lot of unresolved traumas and sadness regarding his childhood. the bell family was the first to truly see him and give him, in all his anxious entirety, a chance. losing his last link to them has been... difficult, to say the least.

he’s a sucker for oldie music. god. it transports him. you can frequently find him in the malnati kitchens after hours whipping up something beautiful to a background of billie holiday or french classics. humming along, eyes closed, swaying... he’s graceful, truly –– when he’s not thinking about anything.

very terrible about crushes. very terrible about crushes on him. flirting sends his brain into overdrive and... often, he short-circuits. ask him a question about himself he isn’t expecting and he’ll handle it kindly, but will look like a deer in headlights.

amendment: more often than not looks like a deer in headlights.

peaceful at his core. but with the ruckus and the world raging around him, there’s always something more to worry about. if he gives you winnie the pooh vibes, it typically means he’s spinning.

he has a very delightful way of managing, mostly because he’s scared shitless of people being mean. he handles every blip and bump with ease. but inside? he’s fretting.

amendment: most often, he’s fretting. very little quiets his mind. baking, maybe. you can tell he’s having a shit time if he shows up unannounced with endless supplies of new recipes.

adores poetry. he likes reading in public spaces, people watching. he’ll often mouth the words to himself, brow furrowed, eyes lighting like he’s seeing suns rise and fall for the first time.

he’s been in love once in his life. her name was georgie. she was the epitome of breathlessness, milky sunlight, espresso brewed on a crisp morning. she was... not who he thought she was. ( she cheated, after two years of time spent together. he found them out, on a date, on an impromptu trip to brixton market for fresh supplies. )

pansexual and very aware of it. he’s in denial about people fancying him. but he very frequently develops small admirations for people, from afar.

6′4, very tall. his pants are always a slight bit too short. if you tell him, he’ll act surprised, the beautifully eccentric socks peeking out from underneath will suggest otherwise.

he’s never had a s’more. he can’t tell if he’s more intrigued or scared by the thought of them.

doesn’t like birds, particularly ones that swoop low. ( there’ve been incidents. ) he also doesn’t take a great liking to men in tall hats. ( another incident. )

make fun of his accent please i beg you. he does not know how to handle it. he’ll stammer and chuckle and it’ll be bloody amazing, i promise you.

c o n n e c t i o n s .

MAGNOLIA BARNES –– friend. they met during her time in london. neither of them are aware they’re in the same city now, let alone the same hotel. i imagine flip hasn’t told her about the bakery yet. it hasn’t really made news outside of england, so that will certainly be... a story to tell.

FLIRTATIONSHIP / SOMETHING MORE –– just imagine this nervous little bean navigating a new love connection... please... he’ll be a mess.

TOUR GUIDES –– ever wanted to show someone your version of chicago? now’s your chance! flip is so bloody new to this place. he gets lost almost always.

CONFIDANT –– they talk about anything and everything. perhaps not all of it. but there’s an unspoken trust between them. they likely met in the most unlikely of ways, and here we are now.

literally anything under the sun? oh my WORD it has been an epoch since i’ve rped and i’m just. here for any of it. all of it. cute neighbor shit. mailroom mishaps. friends. enemies. someone who keeps sneaking the last of the lobby mints. i want anything you want to throw at me!!

#death tw #fire tw #malnatiooc #intro. #☼ –– there’s a feeling within me; an everglow ! inspo. #ahhh i'm sO EXCITE

[htmlodd]

hey hey, i’m treble and this is my baby odd. he’s a walking talking meme so please bare with him. also this is my first time rping on tumblr and like a year so im a BIT rusty. also !! like this or hmy if you want to plot !

                                      Champagne, Cocaine, Gasoline

                                                         tw: death, tw: drugs

Odd Della Robbia, better known as Odd, had everything he ever wanted, rolling out of bed at 2 pm, a shot burning his throat to start the day. He was everything that his brother was not. A waste of talent as his father would call it. An edetic memory being traded for a tattered notebook. Pages of lyrics pressed with ink at 4 am at whatever club he ended up in.

And although his success was great, but it was never enough for his family. Never as good as his twin. His brother inheriting the company and Odd left in his shadow. And jealousy was terrible but envy is even dirtier, driving him to do the unthinkable.

It was a rainy day, soft pellets of water dropping on their windshield. Odd was driving, brother in the passenger seat. Yet another argument about how he should try harder. How he should just abandon his dreams. And Odd had enough, he was so fucking tired. Taking his eyes off the road for a split second to offer a deathly glare. One that was more lethal than he ever thought.

Days spent in the hospital. Days that Odd never showed up to. Days until they turned into dust. A funeral with a missing brother.

That’s why Odd needed to get away, needed to fight the guilt that was clawing at his insides. Forget everything that was behind him, he would start a new life. That’s how he found himself filling out an application as a lifeguard even though his attention span was that of a fly.

Odessyus Della Robbia, better known as Odd, had everything he ever wanted, rolling out of bed at 10 am, a shot burning his throat and a scar tearing at his heart.

Personality

He’s a very very strange boy.

Always carrying his skateboard and a redbull.

Extremely funny.

Will do anything for the entertainment.

This of Andy from Parks and Rec.

Wanted Plots

childhood friends - someone who knows odd and knows his brother ( and maybe someone he confides in.

fwb - someone that odd has a flirtationship with and obvs. hook up with.

rivals - someone who kind of mimics odd’s brother and makes him very envious.

#malnatiooc #✧༺♥༻∞ i guess that's just my life || ooc. ∞༺♥༻✧ #tw: death #tw: drugs

[marky-mrk]

hello everyone! i am happy to bring back mark to the malnati and introduce him to those who don’t know him. below the read more will be his stats and a general idea of who he is around the hotel and what led him to finding a job as the recreational manager! please feel free to reach out to me here or on discord if you want to plot with this little weirdo.

— && guests may mistake me as ( chace crawford ), but really i am ( mark forester + cis male + he/him ) and my DOB is ( 5/31/1989 ). i am applying for the ( recreational manager ) position as part of the EHP and would like to live in suite ( 202 ). i should be hired because i am ( hardworking, positive & reliable ), but i can also be ( impulsive, cocky & stubborn ) at times. personally, i like to ( run, rock climb, bar hop, attend sporting events & go hiking ) when off the clock, but that won’t interfere with work.

Full Name: Mark Anthony Forester Face Claim: Chace Crawford Date of Birth: 05/31/1989 Sun Sign: Gemini Gender/Prefered Pronouns: Cismale, He/Him Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Occupation: Recreational Manager at the Malnati Hometown: Chicago, Illinois Length at the Malnati: Three years MBTI: ENFP, often described as enthusiastic, charismatic, and creative. People with this personality type are very charming, energetic, and independent. They are creative and do best in situations where they have the freedom to be creative and innovative.)   MORAL ALIGNMENT:  Lawful Good, a lawful good character acts as a good person is expected or required to act. He combines a commitment to oppose evil with the discipline to fight relentlessly. He tells the truth, keeps his word, helps those in need, and speaks out against injustice. A lawful good character hates to see the guilty go unpunished.

Life Before the Malnati:

Born and raised in Chicago, Illinois as the third child and baby of the Forester household. He has an older brother who has been the black sheep of the clan as far as he can remember, leaving Mark no option but to be the golden boy. His father runs one of the top marketing firms in the city and his mother is an interior designer. They grew up in Wicker Park for most of his life and his parents just recently moved out to the suburbs. 

Sports have been his niche ever since he was little, first picking up soccer and tee ball but progressively moving to excel in lacrosse and soccer throughout his formative youth. Because of his natural athletic ability he became pretty popular with his peers and wore that golden boy status proudly there too. Prom King, a member of student council, yearbook club - you name it and Mark was your guy. 

While the social aspect of school was important to him, grades were just as important and he excelled in that aspect as well. Further garnering that affection from his parents because he was exceeding all expectations. After high school he went to the University of Illinois with a partial sports scholarship for lacrosse. He joined a fraternity and ended up graduating summa cum laude in his class majoring in Marketing. 

The most obvious next step after graduation was taking a roll at his father’s company and he played that role so well for a couple years. Except the suits and the ties and the stuffy old men was slowly stifling all the creativity and joy he held so dear to him. There was no more fun and instead just meetings after meetings about things that didn’t matter in the long run. So after finding and applying for the opportunity at the hotel, he quit. His father has still never forgave him for this.

Life During the Malnati:

An avid hiker and adult intramural player he applied for the job at the Malnati on a whim. He had a passion for sports and athletics and the drive and experience that made him a natural for the recreational manager. It was a completely different career change but one he hasn’t regretted in the slightest. 

Getting people psyched to move their bodies and stay in shape has been a fun effort in regards to targeting guests and staff at the hotel. He absolutely adores his staff and lets each of them know he will do whatever he can to be there and support them in all that they do. He likes to think he’s the fun boss.

If he’s not in his office, or up in the lobby distracting any of the other employee’s then his time is mostly spent outside of the hotel. He had a strict work hard, play harder motto and loves to have a good time. Whether that be hanging off the side of a rock wall, taking a quick five mile run to get the creative juices flowing, hitting up the closest dive bar, or spending too much on season tickets to the Cubs and thus trying to go to every game, he is certainly always down to go get into trouble.

#malnatiintro #malnatiooc

[luckyarizona]

— && guests may mistake me as ( nico tortorella ), but really i am ( arizona giordani + genderfluid + they/them ) and my DOB is ( 02/24/1992 ). i am applying for the ( masseur ) position as part of the EHP and would like to live in suite ( #209 ). i should be hired because i am ( + imaginative, genial, & effervescent ), but i can also be ( - dissident, self-destructive, & absent-minded ) at times. personally, i like to ( daydream, practice tarot and palm reading, unironically spend hours watching tiktoks, & dance like no one’s watching ) when off the clock, but that won’t interfere with work. thank you for your consideration!

surprise! i bet you thought you’d seen the last of me...is what a villain would say and i always fancied myself more of a loveable goofball sidekick, so uh...hi! i’ve returned! down below will be some intro-stuffy-stuff for your perusing.

BACKSTORY AND SUMMARY

[ link to the original intro post for this stuff ]

TLDR;

Arizona grew up in a traveling carnival with a bunch of siblings and two loving parents, working as a fortune teller and palm reader. They left their home to pursue a career in adult films, made some foolish mistakes, and recovered while learning how to be a massage therapist. Now they work at the malnati.

HEADCANONS

Arizona prefers going by Ari if they feel comfortable enough around someone...and usually “comfortable enough” just means after about five seconds because they fall in platonic love so quickly

They also fall in romantic love pretty quickly. Arizona has a habit of giving people either bedroom eyes or longing eyes and will hang on a person’s every word

If there’s any way to get on Arizona’s bad side forever, no one has found it yet. They just love people, from the grumpiest of grumps to the sunniest of sunshine people

Arizona is the definition of a Thembo™. Very stupid, very friendly, very pretty

They’ve been working here for a few years now and as an incredibly social person, they most likely have interacted with most of their coworkers (would love to plot some shenanigans)

They left in the middle of May of this year because they were invited by an old flame (another worker in the adult film industry) on a tour across the country. There were some heartfelt goodbyes from the friends they’d made at the Malnati, but there was always a promise to return

During their vacation, they learned a whole lot about the country in a way that they hadn’t really gotten a chance to appreciate in their younger years. They decided to start a blog to catalogue all the new things and update everyone when they didn’t have the time to shoot off a text message to all 87298347293280824903482 of their contacts

#malnatiooc #//get into these dms either here or on discord bbys!!//

[luiscivious]

— && guests may mistake me as ( hugh dancy ), but really i am ( luis cholmondeley + male + he/him ) and my DOB is ( 01/31/1979 ). i am a ( fashion designer ) and would like to stay in suite ( #313 ). i won’t be much of a bother because i am ( + polished, meticulous, and incisive ), but i can also be ( - undemonstrative, rancorous, and fatalistic ) at times. personally, i like to ( read, listen to music alone, and solve puzzles ) when i have the time to relax, and my favorite snack is ( candied citrus peels ) to have in my suite. thank you for checking in!

i suddenly had an insatiable need to make a new muse for the rp. i hope you guys like him!! he’s a weird fusion between a very old muse of mine and a ton of new ideas! there’s also a tl;dr if you don’t wanna sit through all of it lol tw: cancer, tw: death mention

BACKSTORY AND SUMMARY 

Luis was born in New Haven, Connecticut and is the third out of five children, as well as being the first of two sons in the family. His father was an American high profile defense attorney who has worked to absolve power-players in the government of any foul play before retirement. His mother is a British heiress to one of the largest cattle breeders in the world whose only work experience is managing hedge funds. 

Needless to say, Luis and his siblings grew up without ever wanting for anything. Despite all being born in the US, the Cholmondeley family spent most of their time in Europe. Luis went to private schools in London, Paris, and Rolle, where he graduated from Institut Le Rosey at the top of his class in 1995.

After graduating, instead of taking a gap year as many his age did, Luis set out his applications and was accepted into several ivy leagues, but settled on Harvard as it was his parents’ desire to have their children aim for the stars. Luis and his closest sister in age above him were to study law and become president. At least, that was the plan. Academic rivals and all that. His sister went to Yale.

Luis thrived in university even better than he did in high school, but wound up finding more enjoyment out of medicine than he did his law classes. Considering how impossible it would be to go both pre-law and pre-med while balancing a myriad of extracurricular activities, he decided to forego his medical dreams for his undergraduate study and graduated summa cum laude with a major in Political Science and a minor in Biology, a fact that his mother was impressed with, even if his father found useless.

His father’s disappointment only grew when Luis decided to enroll in Harvard Medical School rather than the law school. At this point, Luis had solidified himself as an individual. If the family wanted a president, his sister was more than willing to play the part.

Medical school was, of course, no different academically than his previous years of schooling. He graduated and immediately performed his residency at the John Hopkins Hospital, specializing in general medicine and shadowing underneath the general surgeon. While studying there, he took an interest in making his own clothes. It had started out as a hobby, but soon became a serious point of interest for the man. He ended getting so good at it, he would make articles of clothes for the other doctors. In the coming years, this would play a large part in his ultimate decision to part ways with John Hopkins.

This decision was also the last straw for Luis’ father. He was effectively ostracized, treated like a failure for pursuing a passion instead of doing something practical. To his father, it wasn’t enough to be rich. Power and influence meant so much more. Luis was left to fend for himself, though being the child of wealth didn’t mean much overall. He was able to use his family name and several connections to work with high end designers and wound up making a name for himself on his own. The first big jumping point in his career was when his pieces were featured on the bodies of Vogue cover models. He had finally done it, broken through.

Life hit hard immediately after. Luis was always prone to intrusive thoughts, but they were getting worse suddenly. His vision suffered, his morale and balance took a huge drop, and he didn’t need the doctor’s appointment to tell him something was wrong in his brain. They discovered that he had a cancerous tumor, Anaplastic astrocytoma, in his brain that would most likely kill him in less than five years if it wasn’t removed. They were unsure of how long he’d have if it were removed, however, as the cells could have spread elsewhere or could be incredibly aggressive.

Luis felt that the walls of his world were caving in, but he did what he knew best: compartmentalized it. Money handled the rest. He kept his treatments and eventual surgeries to himself, touting his shaved head as a fashion statement rather than anything serious. He hid it from the world as the world began to finally look at him as a celebrity stylist at the top of his game. 

He never reconnected with his family during these dark times, choosing to face it all alone and hope to never drag anyone down with him. He had never been the brightest star in the sky, but he smiled less as time went on. He felt less too.

As of now, Luis has been in remission for several years. He doesn’t believe he’s beaten cancer forever, but that’s more pessimism that he masquerades as realism. 

TLDR;

Luis is a famous fashion designer who came from wealth and is now at the Malnati. He’s a cancer survivor and a perpetual grump.

HEADCANONS

Luis’s accent is contentious. There are times where he sounds almost Mid-Atlantic and others where it’s so posh, it’s akin to the Queen’s English. He argues that his accent is a perfect blend of his parents, but he certainly leans more toward his mother’s accent.

Aside from English, Luis speaks German, French, and Italian fluently. He is conversational in Spanish, Portuguese, and Mandarin Chinese but don’t claim any as proficiencies.

He has a strong eidetic memory and a near photographic memory that is disturbingly accurate. This has helped him study in school, but has come in handy even more as an adult in expanding his visual bank for design options.

Luis isn’t very tall. Hugh Dancy is about 5′10″ ish, but Luis stands at 5′4″ in shoes. Flatfoot, would be almost a full inch or so shorter.

He suffers from a diagnosed anxiety disorder and that extends socially. This makes him a rather quiet person around others. However, if he’s put in a position where his rehearsed words aren’t easily applicable, Luis will get flustered very easily, which can cause him to stumble when speaking. He’s also been known to infodump if he’s particularly close to someone.

#╰ °✧ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙɪʀᴅ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙɪʀᴅ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ( intro. ) #malnatiooc #tw cancer #tw death mention

[malxlawson]

— && guests may mistake me as ( halsey ), but really i am ( amalia 'mal' lawson + cis female + she/her ) and my DOB is ( 8/6/1995 ). i am applying for the ( maintenance manager ) position as part of the EHP and would like to live in suite ( 202 ). i should be hired because i am ( + passionate, charismatic, thorough ), but i can also be ( - prideful, dramatic, argumentative ) at times. personally, i like to ( creating street art, volunteer community work, organizing protests ) when off the clock, but that won’t interfere with work. thank you for your consideration!

aaaand here we come with our favorite revamped heathen! mal hasn’t had quite as much changed - just a nice lil face lift and we love that for her.

before we get super into it: we have a stats page and a pinterest for your viewing pleasure.

going a little heavy on the triggers just because i want to be sure to cover all my bases!! most everything is just a mention, but we gotta be safe kids! take care of yourselves and remember ilysm.

( pregnancy tw, miscarriage tw, police brutality mentions tw, substance abuse tw )

- amalia raelle lawson was born august 6th, 1995 to marshal and cherisse lawson in oakland, california.

- marshal owned a local bbq restaurant and cherisse was an er nurse. both grew up in rough neighborhoods with rough childhoods, but vowed to make their kids’ lives better than their own.

- three years after mal came into their lives, they had a son; jayden.

- from that day on, mal had a best friend and confidant that she’d go to the ends of the earth to keep by her side.

- their childhoods weren’t easy in the way most kids are - their mom worked long hours and their dad spent most of his days at the restaurant. when their parents were home though (if cherisse wasn’t sleeping off a shift change), they spent their time with their community - be it at the restaurant or at block parties - trying to better it in any way they could manage.

- police brutality mention tw despite their efforts, their community was still plagued by all the injustices every other predominantly black community faces. from a young age, mal learned that the justice system wasn’t built to serve her or the people she considered family.

- police brutality mention tw she was six the first time she heard about a family friend being a victim of excessive force; nine when she saw it. for years after that, she saw mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, and cousins coming to mourn their loved ones - either locked up or taken from them too soon.

- instead of becoming numb to these tragedies, a fire was lit in amalia to change the system - even if she had to dismantle it one piece at a time.

- in the mean time, mal found an outlet for her emotions in art - specifically painting. she started with watercolors and crayolas, but once her parents realized her abilities were beyond what they should have been for a kind her age, they put whatever extra they could manage into mal and her passion for art.

- she was fourteen when she was introduced to street art - graffiti, if you want to get technical. his name was trey and amalia was instantly enamored by him. trey ran with a rougher crowd than mal was used to, but he softened around her.

- pregnancy tw they were young, in love, and reckless. she was fifteen when mal found out she was pregnant. while she wasn’t thrilled about becoming another statistic, she was thrilled about the idea of having a child.

- not entirely pleased with the situation, but always willing to support their children, mal’s parents welcomed trey into the family with open arms and began planning what was sure to be a life full of love for the newest addition to the lawson family.

- miscarriage tw three months into the pregnancy, amalia started to experience cramping and spotting. worried it may be something serious, she had her mom take her to the hospital. it was there they confirmed that mal was experiencing a miscarriage.

- everything changed after that. amalia was no longer the girl who wanted to fight the world’s injustices - she was just a girl who wanted to fight the world. she was angry and bitter at everyone and everything.

- substance abuse tw her relationship with trey quickly began to deteriorate and she turned, for the first time, to the rougher crew he hung out with. booze and drugs quickly became a way for mal to cope with the pain she carried around. she started small - cigarettes and pot - before graduating to the harder stuff, like coke and prescription pills.

- substance abuse tw skipping school to get loaded became a regular occurrence and when the truancy officers showed up at the lawson’s front door, her parents sat mal down for an at home intervention. for as much as they yelled and cried and offered treatment, amalia wasn’t hearing any of it. it wasn’t until jayden snuck into her room late one night to ask if he was going to lose mal like one of his friends had lost his older brother that mal realized her actions weren’t only effecting her life.

- miscarriage tw just before her junior year - with the help of her parents - mal decided it was best for her to leave public school and finish the rest of her schooling online. the same time she started online schooling, amalia started painting again. something she hadn’t done since she found out she’d miscarried.

- being able to stay home meant mal had the space and time to heal in her own ways. when she wasn’t doing school work, amalia was painting to help clear her head. it took some time, but she was finally able to tell her parents what she was going through, both mentally and physically.

- miscarriage tw after she miscarried, mal started to suffer from chronic period and pelvic pain, as well as painful intercourse. she’d also been suffering from symptoms of depression, all of which help lead her down the destructive path she’d gone down.

- several doctor trips later, mal was diagnosed with endometriosis and depression and quickly began treatments for both. despite starting treatments for her endometriosis, doctors told mal the likelihood of her conceiving again was highly unlikely. 

- mal hadn’t expected to hear at 16 that biological children may never be in her future and she was devastated, but she had her support system and their love and willingness to do whatever they could for her helped her cope in a much healthier way.

- by seventeen, amalia was feeling like her life was back on track, though drastically different than she’d imagined. she finished her diploma early and began working for her dad in the restaurant; serving, cooking, even helping fix things when they broke down. slowly but surely, mal mended her relationship with her parents and earned back their trust.

- one day, after some kids had vandalized the restaurant, marshal asked mal if she’d help cover the graffiti. jumping at the chance, amalia spent three days finishing her first big piece - which is still her favorite to this day - a portrait of her family and the community that kept the restaurant going. abstract and colorful, full of life and vibrancy, mal’s piece drew a lot of attention and several offers for her to commission other pieces.

- for the next three years, mal worked at the restaurant and took commissions when she could. life seemed normal again. she even reconnected with trey, mending the relationship that had been broken.

- the day trey proposed was the happiest day of mal’s life. she’d been beyond thrilled! after everything they’d been through, he still wanted to be with her. unfortunately, the bliss didn’t last. their engagement abruptly ended and mal decided it was best if she get away for a while, so as to not slip back into destructive patterns.

- a quick google search brought amalia to the malnati website and their employee housing program. applying was a no brainer and a month later she and jayden were packing their bags and moving to chicago.

- she started as a maid and, in the four years she’s been there, has moved up to the maintenance manager position.

hcs!

- when she’s not working, mal’s usually painting in her suite or sketching at one of the many parks in chicago during the day. at night, you’ll find her taking full advantage of chicago’s nightlife. night’s in for mal lawson are few and far between.

- drugs tw she skates a fine line when it comes to sobriety. she’s careful to drink or use just enough to be sure she’ll have a good time, but it’s a slippery slope. in the four years she’s been in chicago, mal’s slowly started doing more and more, telling herself she’s got a handle on it. truth be told, she’s teetering on the edge of a full blown problem again. 

- super into video games, but partial to anything involving zombies. mal loves a zombie - don’t ask me why. she’s usually down to play among us, valorant, fortnight, and is always down for a little animal crossing when she needs something more chill.

- 90′s hip hop & r&b are mal’s shiiiiiit. she’s at her happiest when she’s got a little tupac on in the background.

- also don’t you dare try to tell her he’s not alive in cuba somewhere living his best life. she ain’t havin’ it.

- when she’s angsty/sad/angry her go to playlist is a lot of punk, rock, grunge. especially of the 90′s persuasion. she stays on brand. her favorites are the offspring, nirvana, the foo fighters, soundgarden, stone temple pilots, the smashing pumpkins, sonic youth, and pixies.

- she’s gluten intolerant and vegetarian.

- mal is a cult classic movie kind of gal. donnie darko, pulp fiction, rocky horror are all on her list of favorites. she’s never going to turn down a good horror/thriller marathon, either.

- she plays a little piano and a little guitar. she picked them up after she started online schooling. she finds both relaxing. she’s by no means going to make a career out of it, but it’s fun!

- hella resting bitch face, but she really is super friendly! she just doesn’t always look it.

- don’t test her, though. she’s got attitude for days and she isn’t afraid to let you know what she thinks or how she feels about you. we ain’t got no time for games, okay?! okay.

- amalia has also very much immersed herself in community work since moving to chicago, especially on the south side. if her parents taught her anything growing up, it’s that she should give back the her community as much as she’s able.

- a lot of her street art celebrates women of color and their beauty. 

- not a fan of cops, still. soz pals.

- when it comes to work, she does her best to make the malnati a decent place to work. she’s all about positive reinforcement and making sure she takes care of her employees. she’s not gonna shy away from telling you ya fucked up, though. she’ll say it with love, though, while also calling you a giant pain in her ass. but with love. okay?! okay.

wanted connections!

- hook ups! : mal is a RAGING bisexual and is not at all afraid to make her appreciation for someone’s physical appearance known. just don’t expect to stay the night. once the deed is done you’ve got about thirty seconds to vacate mal’s suite.

- softies! : make. her. soft. give me someone who makes her break her no sleep over rule, pls and thank. she’s a stubborn, pain in the ass, and sassy af but someone who can make her melt? and act like a teenager in love again? all gooey and gross? yuh. pls.

- good influence! : someone she doesn’t have to drink and party with to have a good time! remind her that she misses things when she’s not sober - that the world is still beautiful and inspiring even when she’s not in a drug induced haze.

- chill baes! : drugs tw people mal just ~ v I b E s ~ with! probs smokin’ a decent amount of weed together. 

- protest pals! : people who are also involved in the community and social justice movements. they happily bail each other out of jail (or, more likely, sit in the back of a squad car together) and attend protests together. bc the buddy system. overthrow the government safely ty.

- rivals! : mal’s got a big mouth and some seriously controversial opinions. she’s not afraid to call people out for being ‘wrong’ and calling them...creative names. she’s bound to have a giant list of people who aren’t her biggest fans.

- bad girl’s club : need i say more? give. me. the girl gang. constantly partying and constantly getting into some kind of mischief and leaving a trail of broken hearts as they go. 

if you made it this far, you deserve SEVERAL high fives and literally all my love. ily all v much and uh, yuh. let’s plot pals. :)

#amalia | ooc #malnatiooc #malnatiintro #insert dj khalid *anotha one* gif here pls

[jcshuaromano]

— && guests may mistake me as ( noah centineo ), but really i am ( joshua romano + male + he/him ) and my DOB is ( 11/7/1995 ). i am applying for the ( security guard ) position as part of the EHP and would like to live in suite ( 216 ). i should be hired because i am ( + hard working & trustworthy ), but i can also be ( - stubborn & indecisive ) at times. personally, i like to ( work out, play football, walk mochi at the park ) when off the clock, but that won’t interfere with work. thank you for your consideration! 

hi there, i’m mel i’m very pleased and scared to be here. 

this is my precious button of a boy noah aka joshua romano, josh for short of course the obvious. 

let’s see what i can come up with for this precious child. 

joshua bradley romano is the oldest out of five kids, yes he has four younger siblings, two younger brothers and two younger sisters whom he loves dearly. 

growing up joshua was very active in high school, meaning he signed up for everything sports related aka football, basketball and baseball, okay maybe not everything, but some. along with being apart of sports teams, he excelled in school and brought home straight a’s each year. you’d think he was one of those guys who slacked off, but he was one of those who actually cared about grades and graduating. 

he participated in being teachers assistants during his sophomore through senior year of high schcool. running errands for teachers, hanging out with his favorite teachers when they didn’t have anything for him to do.

very popular in high school, he was just very friendly and sweet to all those he had befriended and just those he’d greet in the hallways of school. he is a flirt, but not in ways you’d think, it’s more so flirtatious in the sweet way than a ‘i’m trying to get in your pants’ kind of way. 

 josh was raised to respect his elders and to love and care for his siblings. of course they’d have a few sibling banters as siblings do but still find a way to maintain their close bond with one another. 

you can see him being really sweet to the elderly, he’ll jokingly flirt in a sweet way of course with the old ladies that need help with something or if he knows them well enough. basically something along the lines of, “hey doris did you do something different to your hair, looks beautiful.” or he’ll joke around with them if he sees an old lady wearing some fur coat and be like, “wow bertha what is this sheep? very soft.” he likes to joke around and have fun and they end up jokingly flirting back with him in a cute way. you can say he’s very soft for the elderly. 

graduated with high gpas in high school and in college and made his move to chicago with his best friend mochi whom he loves dearly and has had by his side since he was fifteen years old. 

he works as a security guard at the hotel and greets those whom he knows is staying at the hotel and treats others with respect. he will however pop off when he needs to, you don’t want to fuck with him or he will show a side no one really sees. he takes his security job very seriously and shows it by working hard every night. 

as you can see joshua is very sweet kind and friendly and a very soft boy, but he has his side where he won’t be afraid to pop off if and when he needs to. 

#malnatiooc #not sure how i feel about his bio atm #but hi have him

[venxmedina]

hellllo family :~) guess who’s baaaack !! it’s chelly, with my sassy little babie venice, whom i love very much and hopefully you do, too !! she’s a fun one to go out with, will flirt with you, takes up dance studio time whenever she can, and isn’t afraid to voice her opinions. i’m so excited to get her back into the swing of things, since i am bringing her back from a smol hiatus !! like this or shoot me a message if you’d like to plot :pleading fc: :~)

— && guests may mistake me as ( camila mendes ), but really i am ( venice medina + cis female + she/her ) and my DOB is ( 3/31/1995 ). i am applying for the ( housekeeper ) position as part of the EHP and would like to live in suite ( 213 ). i should be hired because i am ( charming & witty ), but i can also be ( cunning & dramatic ) at times. personally, i like to ( go shopping, attend dance classes & practice self care ) when off the clock, but that won’t interfere with work.

okay before this gets waaaay too long lmfao here’s a TL:DR of venice, her pinterest board, and her connection page 

venice is a spoiled rich girl who mommy & daddy never really paid much attention to except when it came to succeeding in life and she responded to that by partying and being a wild child tbqh, resulting in her parents cutting her off and forcing her to take on a real job at the malnati. she’s returning after her grandfather passed, which essentially turned into just another instance of her parents controlling her life and not trusting her to take care of herself or the medina family name. she’s resentful of them bc they never rlly believed in her and instead treated her more-so as a pawn to advance their family's position which is a lil dehumanizing as a daughter and she's now determined to prove them wrong and actually make something of herself. her parents put her into ballet classes from such a young age and although most of anything they made her do has mostly been tainted now, dance is the one thing that's stuck and brings her so much joy and purpose so she still takes classes & is in search of a permanent partner to compete with.  she’s more than just a pretty lil rich girl, like she does have a heart ( kind of a big one but lowkey tho asdlfj ), but she's also got a bit of an identity crisis now that she's fully on her own and not under the influence of her parents or with the comfort of her brother, and that's ... different. kind of a cold bitch, but she’s charming and sociable and has a good heart but she’s guarded and afraid of getting hurt.

here is her pinterest board & her connection page <3 i’d especially love some hookup buds, a dance partner, childhood enemy, one night stands, fake relationships, fiesty friends, frenemies, and just about anything tbh :~)

tw: drugs & alcohol mention, neglect, death

*:･ﾟ･✧･ who am i?: the medina family fortune was founded during the gold rush era in which the family immigrated from brazil and were talented metal-workers who could turn such raw materials into works of sheer beauty. jewelry, picture frames, gold plated toilet seats and architectural elements alike - everyone in hollywood wanted something made by the medinas. their prominence never weaned, either. throughout the decades, the family fortune has amassed well beyond anyone’s wildest dreams and therefore money is barely to be considered to the medinas despite them still understanding the value of a dollar earned. given the diversity in which the wealth is spread, and the investments that it has been used to make, it is obvious that they are a family of considerable wealth making up the upper class. their high-rise in the upper east side really says it all. this was the world that venice was introduced to, and quite frankly, it was all she had ever known. her guarded building was as much as she was allowed to venture out into for many a year, where the doorman was a babysitter and mrs. winters’ dog a few floors down was a friend. of course, there were a few other kids in her building whose parents were either fond or jealous of the medinas, so until she went to school venice did get to socialize with kids her own age too. her older brother, lucca, was one of her biggest saving graces. he was one of the only people in her life that truly gave her the time of day, and as much as it pained venice to be constantly overlooked by her parents in favor of lucca, he was her best friend. for all intents and purposes, he was the only medina who made her feel like she even had a family, and if there's anyone she's more loyal to than anyone else, it'd him. but per her education, venice attended private schools in the city throughout her life, even being tutored by some of the most highly reputable and paid retired teachers in the entire state for extra attention. getting a proper education was more important to her parents than it was to venice, so she put in the minimal effort needed. it wasn’t as if she was ever going to be given a failing grade, and it wasn't as though an A on a paper was going to garner her parents' attention for long ( if at all - it was what was expected of her ). the girl knew of her influence and the power her family held from an early age. whatever she wanted, she got, and that was the precedent that had been set from infancy. whatever would get her to stop whining, that’s what she got.

*:･ﾟ･✧･ attention to detail: half of the battle for venice, though, throughout her life, was garnering her parent’s attention. her father was a proven, accomplished businessman who was often out of the state or city to tend to whatever firm needed his attention. her mother was a socialite who was more concerned with keeping up the image of a perfect household than actually tending to one. it wasn’t that there was a lack of love for her, from her parents, it was just rather that care was seldom expressed when venice so desperately needed it. she had spent more time with nannies and tutors and tennis instructors than she did her own parents, and that left a vacancy in her heart. naturally, her relationship with her brother was one that she worked on every day; they were thick as thieves and everyone knew the medina siblings. but, she couldn't follow her brother all day for the rest of her life, and as much as his love helped fill some of those voids in her heart, it wasn't always enough, either. she sought out their attention in so many different avenues. whether that be through ballet dance recitals, throwing temper tantrums if she wasn’t getting her way, leaving notes on her mother and father’s pillows … venice really tried all of it. and sure, she would occasionally get some kind of attention in return, but it was usually fleeting and uninspiring. they favored lucca in just about every aspect, and expected him to carry on the family name, line, and company so in a lot of ways - he took precedence. and this wasn’t dissimilar to the experiences of some of the people she called her friends at the time. her parents were busy people who didn’t have much time to deal with the handful of a daughter that they had.

*:･ﾟ･✧･ to be needed: this is where much of venice’s neediness has stemmed from. she truly does seek out those who are more likely to give her attention, to feed into her, even though she has been taken advantage of time and time again over the years. it’s not something she is even consciously aware of, it’s mostly just something that happens. or at least that’s how it started out. even to this day it can be difficult for venice to understand what a mutually beneficial relationship looks like, but that doesn’t mean she’s incapable of learning. for a long time, the people who wanted to be in her life also wanted access to the lavish lifestyle that follows her. this often meant that so many of venice’s ‘friendships’ were hollow, and merely existed to the benefit of the other person. it took awhile before venice started to realize that all of the trips she took people on, the random shopping sprees, the VIP bottle service, the ‘borrowed’ gucci and hermes - it was all for nothing. it wasn’t until she graduated that all of this dawned on the girl, but it did. and while she still feels that aching need to be surrounded by others, to be validated in some way, she is far more guarded now and protective of herself; she isn’t just going to be used by anyone ever again, and that lesson is one she holds very close to her heart. which she’d personally describe as a cold one if only to protect it.

*:･ﾟ･✧･ reckless abandon: but … speaking of, like so many of our favorite little rich girls, venice has always been a rebellious one. it started when she was a sixteen year old who had access to her own limo and could go wherever the hell she wanted. she had met plenty of other affluent sons and daughters of her parent’s pals by that point, and they had their own sort of ‘code’ amongst them. she started experimenting with drugs and alcohol at an early age and since it was what everyone else was doing, it allowed her to be a part of the club, and that’s what she was searching for. it warranted attention from the paparazzi, from these other so-called ‘friends’ of hers. her beach house in the hamptons was her playground every weekend during the summer and it was good she had a maid service on speed dial because after her friends were through on a sunday night, it was necessary. she'd grown to essentially need a bottle of titos if she were going out or a few bumps to get her through a night, and it was incredibly unhealthy, but it was one of those staples that made her feel better. even for a little. even in fleeting moments.

when she was graduating from her private academy and just turning 18, the need and desire to escape her family's imposing pressures and lack of care grew deeply. she knew that she wanted to escape to the west coast, and after spending far too many weekends jet-setting all over the country, the dry heat that filed the arizona air was appealing to her. she was miles away from her parent's, but still close enough to the beach and access to all the funds she could ever ask for. she was a party girl who barely attended classes and it was her family name that mostly got her through the couple of years that she even attended. she spent most of her time shopping, getting high, and drinking all night long. perhaps what was the most shocking was the relationship venice found herself in. he was a football player, older, undoubtedly gorgeous, and one of the kindness people venice had ever met ... up until meeting mason, she had basically only been surrounded by people who wanted to use her and didn't genuinely give a shit about her at the end of the day; they were in it for themselves, and mason was the exact opposite. he considered her, was far more mature than most of the people she'd ever spent time with, and she latched onto that breath of positivity and openness that was mason davis. even till this day, her relationship with mason was the longest one she'd ever found herself in, and to put it simply: she fell in love and she fell hard. some of her fondest memories were cheering him on at every game, celebrating the wins, and introducing him to anyone she could who was in the professional scene because she believed in him more than anyone else. he was unlike anyone she'd ever met before and cared for him more than she could understand; he was her first true relationship, someone who deserved to be her one and only, and while it terrified her how much she felt for him, she thought it was all reciprocal - so what was there to worry about? well, the night to worry came. and it was when mason broke up with her - supposedly, with his graduation date coming, he wanted to spare her the hurt ... but, in reality, all it did was shatter the girl's heart at twenty years old and it's never fully recovered since.

it didn't take long for venice to go off the deep end after the breakup ... being at the university of arizona was way too much, and every memory that used to bring her nothing but happiness was tainted. every ounce of personal growth that she had worked on seem to vanish overnight, and she was just angry, and hurt, and it was like all of those moments her parents made her feel like she wasn't enough - they were right. and still ... she needed home, to go home, to be surrounded by people who she was familiar with and who she knew would let her lean on them ... even if there were only a couple of people back home who'd comfort her, even if it was just lucca, she needed to go back to the city she knew like the back of her hand. even to be surrounded by people who'd pretend to care about her just for a night in her lifestyle. so she put in a transfer application to NYU, and yet again, it was her family name and pedigree that got her into the school. and attending NYU ... well it wasn't much better and when she first started at UoA. she’d hook up with anyone who she deemed interesting and the next night she was onto someone new. she was almost desperate in getting over mason in the only way she knew how ... getting under someone else. and she did a whole lot of that. everyone knew who she was on the party scene and you either hated venice or loved venice - but no matter what, you knew who she was. and that's how she survived her last two years ... making the rounds, living it up, partying and relying on her favorite substances .. it wasn't good, and it wasn't pretty, but it was what she knew best and that's what she reverted to at the time.

*:･ﾟ･✧･ riptide: anytime she could garner his parent’s attention with her reckless escapades, it was a win. that’s what she wanted. she wanted their attention, no matter what way she could get it, and there was something extremely fun in the process of getting it. but as she got older, her parents stopped caring as much. they knew venice wasn’t making healthy choices, spent too much time partying and out all night rather than studying, that she probably was crying over for something or someone, but that wasn’t what they were most concerned with. no, they were more concerned with the tabloids and the family’s reputation - that’s why they weren't paying venice any attention while she was away at NYU. they’d threaten to cut her off and that she would no longer be apart of their family if she continued to act this way in public. whether it was in a headline or on social media, she was being filmed and photographed acting out and being a truly spoiled brat which wasn’t the image that her family so desperately sought to protect.

*:･ﾟ･✧･this is growing up: it has been a true emotional rollercoaster between venice and her parents - constantly struggling to support their daughter and ‘set her on the right path’ versus venice’s ‘devil may care’ attitude. so many of her parents threats have been empty, and she had never truly thought that in all of their attempts to get her to be the picture perfect daughter that they wanted that they’d cut her off and force her to fend for herself. but, that’s exactly what happened. after graduating NYU with a degree in marketing, venice figured that her parents were get her in to one of the top agencies in the city and she would be able to live out her life with the top dogs like her father had. and for a long time, that is exactly what her parents had promised her. but then her graduation came and it was just after that she had pulled her biggest stunt and had stripped down on top of the bar at one of her parent’s fundraising events during a drunken stupor. that was truly a turning point in her relationship with her parents, considering just how badly she embarrassed them at their own fundraising event. and truly it all stemmed from that desire to be seen by them, by anyone, to be considered at all. the most they were concerned with when it came to venice was where she was going to be working and later living. they didn’t care that she was depressed, covering it up with partying and alcohol, that she wanted their love to be expressed and to feel as though she belonged to a real family. and she’s always known her life is wonderful compared to so many others, and there is guilt that comes from that, too, but still she couldn’t stop herself from acting out when she needed attention the most. and that is when her parents ultimately decided to cut her off - freeze her accounts, reposses her car, and force her to get a job that would actually put her back into the real world.

*:･ﾟ･✧･out here on my own: and really, that is how venice has ended up in chicago in the first place. the medinas are friends with the malnatis, and they agreed to take her on as an employee through the employee housing program and to ( most importantly ) get her away from mommy & daddy and out of The City. it’s the first time in her life where she’s without friends, money, or any sort of support. honestly, she feels quite abandoned by her family, as she looks at it like they got sick of dealing with her so they shipped her off elsewhere to be someone else’s problem. the resentment is there, and now more than ever venice is determined to show her parents that she doesn’t need them or their money, that she’s going to be capable of being on her own and working a medial job like being a maid without crawling back to them. sure, she’s going to hate cleaning up after people when she used to have a nanny who would tidy up her own place, as she truly has been spoiled, but she’s determined to grin and bare it before going back home. besides, so much of her life has been focused on gaining their attention, approval, to be validated by anyone, to be seen as something more than just a pretty face with a fat bank account … and while she hasn’t always helped herself to be seen in any other light, she’s consumed by the idea of doing so now. this is the first time in venice’s life where she isn’t under her parent’s thumb. where she isn’t constantly under the influence of some substance. where she isn’t doing something insanely foolish or unhealthy to try and gain the favor of someone whos approval requires chasing. she’s really just getting to live within her own skin, be herself and figure out what that looks like.

after working at the malnati for a handful of months, it was a family emergency that landed her back in new york ... her grandfather had passed, the true patriarch of the family, and that came with a lot of 'passing of the guard' within the medina family enterprise. it meant funerals, and meetings with lawyers, and memorial services, and rekindlings with her brother, and public appearances, and making statements and being interviewed for magazines, and it was then that venice had truly learned of her position in her family. while her grandfather had left her stock options in her name when he passed, and plenty for her to be able to live comfortably off of for the rest of her life, it was so written that it was contingent upon her father's disbursement of the stocks when he deemed she was so fit to handle them. so it was even in death, her family did not trust her enough to be able to handle herself. she was still considered reckless, unreliable, and unworthy of holding a stake in medina international ... while it wasn't anything new or surprising to venice, it still hurt just the same. because she'd spent the past year working on herself, away from the pressures of being a medina, separated from her family and essentially disowned by her own parents and even still, she found herself at their mercy once more. it would come at no surprise that she decided to leave it all behind her once more ... which is why she's returned to chicago, not as a guest at the malnati, but as an employee. as someone with aspirations and desires to move up in the world, once more on her own, once more with a heart she's nursing from lovers she's had to say goodbye to, once again without the support of her family, and furthermore with the wrath and persistence only a medina can procure.

*:･ﾟ･✧･it’s a new dawn: she still gives into her pleasures, whether that be sex or art or dancing, all of which she’s never been able to kick but she manages them well and enjoys them all the same. she is still a good time, someone fun to be around, and is always willing to get the party started no matter where she is. she’s kind of done it all, and while some of that has been left behind now that she’s got some different focuses in life, venice knows what makes her feel best and doesn’t want to deprive herself of that, either. she’s currently obsessed with her taking dance classes and is constantly updating her instagram followers on all that she can show them when she’s in the studio. after taking ballet classes for most of her life, she is quite good and likes to indulge in those, but her latest passion has been in salsa and hip hop. it’s not only a great workout to keep herself in shape but she likes the way she feels when she’s doing it, too. and piano lessons were big in her household, as her parents wanted her to be educated in the arts too, so she’s kept a keyboard lying around her things in case she ever feels a spark of desire to mess around on the keys.

*:･ﾟ･✧･it’s a new day: mostly, venice is a guarded gal who loves to have a good time and will absolutely give anyone a hard time when they deserve it. she’s dramatic, to a fault, and she knows it and could not care less. to quote, “i am who i am, and if you don’t like it then there’s the door.”. she’s loyal to the people that she decides she wants to have in her life, but will be very cautious about those she doesn’t trust right away, which can stem from some kind of experience of her own judgement since she does tend to operate off of preconceived notions of people until proven otherwise. and despite being crass, she can also be rather charming, and is a sociable person at her core so she will be willing to strike up conversations with whoever - but whether the conversation goes well or not is another thing. her ultimate weakness though is pretty people, as she is attracted to both men and women, and likes to engage in all kinds of relationships with anyone she thinks is attractive and interesting. so if she starts flirting with you, she has every intention on getting to know you one way or another. in truth, venice has a good heart, and it’s simply masked by a lot of vibrato and insecurity. her biggest fear is not being enough, and that’s so much of the reason why she’s never really tried to be anything. but since being cut off, and repeatedly cast aside by her family, she’s found this rejuvenated sense of desire to prove everyone wrong - that she is worth a damn, that she can work her way up the ladder and break out into the ‘real world’ on her own, that she’s enough.

also if you got this far honestly thank you asdkfalf i do not deserve you lmfao this has been a journey and if you had to suffer through all the typos i’ve likely made, i owe you <3

#malnatiooc #+ ( introduction * . ) #here we go :~)

[jakelyons]

hey everyone! super excited to be here :) i will post my baby’s intro and bio later when i get home!! please dm me if you want to plot :)

#ooc #malnatiooc

[petersoncommaz]

— && guests may mistake me as (Kaya Scodelario), but really i am ( Zelda Peterson + Female + She/Her ) and my DOB is ( 10/31/1997). i am a ( Cam Model) and would like to stay in suite ( #307). i won’t be much of a bother because i am ( +Friendly & Optimistic), but i can also be ( - Stubborn & Jealous ) at times. personally, i like to ( Hike ) when i have the time to relax, and my favorite snack is ( Gummy Bears ) to have in my suite. thank you for checking in! ( Miranda, Est, 30 ). 

Zelda was born in Miami but moved to New York when she was still an infant. Her parents were never married and split up shortly after moving to New York however they were able to stay civil about it and were really great parents. Her dad got married and she got 4 step siblings.

 Her childhood was fairly normal, she was loved and had a great family. Her dad is her best friend. 100% and so was her grandmother on her moms side. Growing up she kind of just flew under the radar, especially in school and like she wasn't popular but she wasn't unpopular she was kinda just there. Her relationships in school were typical, just short lived romances that she happened to get too attached to and would often end up getting hurt.

 Once she graduated she moved to California to kind of break away and start her own life. She started going to school to become a Registered Nurse, specifically in the Labor and Delivery department. About a month after her 18th birthday she became a cam model and loves doing it. She's very open and unashamed about it and thinks talking about her job and not being ashamed will help stop stigmas and judgement about sex work.

 Her love life has continued to be a mess, and she seems to fall in love with anyone who gives her attention.  However the people she's been interested in, never seem to be interested in her in the same way So she never feels good enough and often feels like people use her especially because of her job. so its a double edged sword. So she’s closed herself off emotionally and usually runs when she feels she’s getting too close to someone. 

She’s a huge flirt and really loves attention, sex validates her and she plays into the cam girl role a lot, using sex as a crutch and feels like she’s only good for random hookups. She’s a very affectionate person, wanting to pour her love into other people but has trouble accepting any. 

 Drug TW: She moved to Atlanta after she eloped in Vegas to a man she'd been hooking up with and realized that it was a mistake, getting the marriage annulled. She’s been struggling with a pill addiction for the last few years after getting hooked to painkillers after a hiking accident. 

 She met a boy named Danny in Atlanta, and it was a complicated relationship. He fell in love with her really fast, too fast and it freaked her out. So they went back and forth between being friends and not being able to be around each other. He ended up stealing a bunch of money from some people and they're looking for him and know his connections to Z so they had to run away and now they are here and pretending to be married under a fake surname to keep their identities hidden.  

TLDR; Quick Facts

22 years old

Cam model

Nursing student

Using a fake surname to protect herself

Faux marriage to Daniel Peterson

Loves attention

Flirty

Pansexual

Optimistic

Friendly

 Emotionally closed off and has issues talking about feelings

Affectionate

ex pill addict

Ran away with Daniel when they got in some trouble

Volunteers whenever she can

#About #malnatiooc

[hay-emery]

           — && guests may mistake me as ( keiynan lonsdale ), but really i am ( emery haynes + genderqueer + they/them ) and my DOB is ( 12/19/92 ). i am applying for the ( pastry chef ) position as part of the EHP and would like to live in suite ( # ). i should be hired because i am ( upbeat, honest, kind ), but i can also be ( impulsive, vulnerable, sassy ) at times. personally, i like to ( bake & be outdoors ) when off the clock, but that won’t interfere with work. thank you for your consideration! 

Key Information

Emery was the product of a surrogacy, given to two loving men the day they were born; Benny & Christopher Haynes.

Benny, Em’s papa, was a big teddy bear with a gentle heart, always the one to take little Emery into his lap and tell them stories and tickle them until their sides hurt.

Christopher, Em’s dad, was a little more put together, but still fun and goofy. He was the one who did most of the worrying, packing the lunches, taking Em to their doctor appointments.

When Emery was 9, their parents adopted a 2 year old little girl. Although their age difference was 7 years, Em wanted to prove they could be the best older sibling and often wanted to help take care of their new little sister in every way possible.

Emery was often bullied in school, called horrible, homophobic names for being a little more on the feminine side, in addition to just being generally thin and noodly. 

They had a few select friends that he stayed close with, but their best friends were their dads. They were who helped them realize that it was okay to be different.

It was their Sophomore year of high school that they started to see a therapist who helped them understand their gender a little better, and by Senior year, they were embracing being genderqueer.

This, naturally, made for a lot more bullying but by this point, they were holding their head up high and they knew exactly who they were.

Cooking/baking were what truly helped Emery find a passion (especially given that their Papa had been a chef) that made them happy, and their family definitely had no issues with the beautiful smells that filled the house.

Emery eventually got into culinary school after a couple years at a CC, and never looked back.

That was what led them to becoming a Pastry Chef for The Malnati.

#imma add more later but this will do for now #malnatiooc #;; intro.

[dawnmads]

WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOT WISHLIST !!

hi everyone! so like i said in the discord i’m looking to start developing stronger plots that are a little more complex. i figured making a list for each of my characters would make it easier to develop these instead of asking, because asking for them directly makes me kind of nervous. so if you find any of these interesting, would like to talk some over or have other ideas please message me!

DAWN

the enemy/frenemy— while dawn is perceived generally as being the ‘nice girl’ at the malnati i think it would refreshing to have someone dislike her? maybe they dislike her because they think her personality is fake? or maybe it bothers them that dawn seems to be little miss perfect. never the less this person doesn’t like dawn & will make side comments at her expense. whether she knows if they dislike her can be up to you.

the bad influence— with dawn being kind of a goody two shoes most of the time it would be nice to have a bad influence on her. someone who tries to get her to drink too much or maybe tries to get her to do things she wouldn’t normally do on her own accord. maybe gives her advice that might not be the smartest move for her? this could be just a harmless, fun-loving individual that doesn’t realize what they’re doing or maybe they have malicious intentions. regardless dawn is doing things that are a little ooc.

the ‘sort of’ ex— this person might have gone on a date or two with dawn but nothing ever came out of it. maybe one of them ghosted the other & they never talked about why it happened? now the two of them are awkward around each other and maybe make subtle jabs about their failed attempt at dating.

the school bully— this person would need to have been a chicago native who went to school either with or around dawn. maybe they have a reason for teasing her in high school but has now grown into a better person or maybe they’re still stuck in their old high school ways & picture dawn as the dorky, ugly duckling she was back in the day. having them at the malnati is really stressful for dawn.

her brother— you can find this connection on the wanted connections page on the main but basically I have been dreaming about having her brother (nick robinson fc preferably, but I will compromise for you my loves ) at the malnati. the two of them were extremely close. her brother christopher was super protective over her. anywhere he went he would bring dawn to tag along. the two shared their hopes & dreams. chris is one of her only family members that dawn feels connected to. his backstory can be up to you but he was very popular in high school ( also very best friends with @jackscnallen ) but would always try to make dawn feel included even if it wasn’t her type of crowd or social scene. 

TREVOR 

the ex girlfriend— whom i call the ‘queen bee’ is trevor’s ex from back home in rosa, oklahoma ( the fictional small town trevor is from ). the two were the classic high school sweethearts: captain of the football team & head cheerleader. prom king and queen. cutest couple. you name it they got it. everyone from their small town assumed they would graduate, get married then start a family.. including trevor. when he had planned on popping the big q he found a note that she had ran away to chicago to pursue her dreams that were unattainable in rosa. he followed her to the city to win her back but was unable to find her. he settled at the malnati & has been happy ever since. now she is back. maybe she wants trevor back or maybe she doesn’t, but old feelings still linger between them.

the flirt— trevor is currently spoken for, but this doesn’t stop this connection from trying to make a move. whether it’s because trevor’s gorgeous-ness is too much to resist or they like stirring the pot, but this person is doing just about everything in their power to make his relationship difficult. whether it be late night invitations to their suite or disregarding his relationship status this person wants to get with trevor. 

the rowdy boys— it’s no secret trevor isn’t the most relaxed malnati resident. he likes to show his wild side & break the rules every once in awhile if it means having a little fun. this connection could be anywhere from 1-3 other characters that like to let loose with him. going to the bar? always down. cliff jumping? count them in. pranks around the hotel? absolutely. if people saw them all together they knew to turn around because something wild is going to happen. **note doesn’t have to be boys that’s just what they call themselves

fight night— trevor is not everyone’s cup of tea. he knows that just as much as anyone. this connection cannot stand trevor whether that be his rowdy & mischievous antics or because of his southern disposition. the two have never physically fought... yet. but there is a storm brewing & everyone knows it. ( elevator fight part 2? )

collage friends— trevor is applying to collages around chicago & is going to need help because, frankly, school has never really been his thing. whether it is studying for tests together or helping him apply for school this person is one of the very few that know what new leaf he is turning over. he doesn’t know what he wants to major in or if school is even what he wants to do. but his parents are pushing him & without this person’s help he might crash & burn.

#wanted connections. #malnatiooc #do i want my charas sad? maybe.

[bennettbarnes]

— && guests may mistake me as ( theo james ), but really i am ( bennett barnes + cis male + he/him ) and my DOB is ( 6/22/1986 ). i am a ( FBI agent ) and would like to stay in suite ( 302 ). i won’t be much of a bother because i am ( + trustworthy, positive ), but i can also be ( bitter, cynical ) at times. personally, i like to ( drag race ) when i have the time to relax, and my favorite snack is ( nachos ) to have in my suite.

Bennett was born with the most silver of spoons in his mouth, it would have seemed.  From a very early age he was raised to be a perfect southern gentleman, one who would do whatever his parents asked of him without ever giving it a second thought.  His father was a politician and it became clear to him sometime in middle school that he was supposed to follow in his father’s footsteps.  

In school, he was expected to maintain perfect grades while also participating in the gambit of extra curricular activities.  Notoriously he was supposed to focus on the debate club and the student government association.  His favorite, however, was robotics.  For a while, he sat back and kept his mouth shut and did whatever he was told to, in order to maintain the semblance of a peaceful family that they had worked so hard to maintain.

But several things happened in rapid succession that would alter the path of his entire future.  First, he discovered the drag racing scene through one of his friends at school.  This friend was someone his parents wouldn’t have approved of, from a part of town that they would never respect.  Bennett snuck out of the house the night before his last final exam as a high school student and spent it at the race strip, learning about the sport and, for the first time in his life, drinking.  

It should have been expected, but word had gotten around about who was at the strip that night.  Moreover, he bombed the test and opened a Pandora’s box of disappointment and anger from his parents.  It was already too late; he was hooked.  Bennett wanted to learn how to race, but with his parents cracking down harder than ever and pulling as many personal strings as possible to keep underaged drinking off of his record, it was difficult.  

Then one day their energy shifted off of him and onto his younger sister, though he didn’t get the full story until it was already too late.  He was pretty close to her and always very protective of Lia at school, so the only reasonable explanation in his mind for them to suddenly send her to boarding school in London was that he wasn’t going to be there to watch out for her anymore.  

But one day the facade fell away and Bennett learned everything.  The illness that their mother was so ashamed of that made her send Lia away instead of searching for actual help and care, the scrambling they’d done to keep his ‘golden boy’ image up even though his ‘lapse in judgement’ had technically only been a one-time thing, and every other problem they’d smoothed over by either using money or privilege.  It infuriated him, and it was the final straw.  The fight that ensued between him and his parents was almost historic and ended with him packing up whatever he could grab, throwing everything in to his truck, and never looking back.  

Between semesters, he rented hotel rooms and crashed on his friends couches, anything to keep from going back home.  When he was done with college, he worked in a tech firm for two years to gain enough work experience to apply at the FBI.  He didn’t get a job the first time he applied, but after an extra year of physical training he finally got into Quantico and went on to work in cyber security before he was cross-trained to do field work.

Quick facts:

-Bennett is brand new to Chicago and is town because that’s where his next assignment was, though he’s very excited about it. -Still drag races at every given opportunity, may or may not have been how he got money in college -Is a little bit of a nerd, honestly.  Likes robots and programming still, but he never really gets to do any of that anymore.

Some wanted connections:

-always up for friends -always up for frenemies -people he met through drag racing -people he met at the gym/workout buddies -drinking buddies

That’s pretty much all for now and if you made it this far, god bless u my child

#malnatiooc #malnatiintro

[jackscnallen]

— && guests may mistake me as ( shawn mendes ), but really i am ( jackson allen + cis male + he/him/his ) and my DOB is ( 2/29/1996 ). i am applying for the ( life guard ) position as part of the EHP and would like to live in suite ( #214 ). i should be hired because i am ( affable & enthusiastic ), but i can also be ( disorganized & sensitive ) at times. personally, i like to ( go to karaoke bars, eat junk food & watch buzzfeed unsolved ) when off the clock, but that won’t interfere with work. thank you for your consideration! ( nessa, est, 21 ).

hello, it’s nessa here with another muse! i’m hoping third time’s a charm because i know i’ve taken up and then dropped two characters recently, so i apologize about that! anyways, this is my son jackson grant allen, named after my two favorite superheros. i played him a couple years ago, so i’m excited to bring him back to life. if you’d like to plot with me, shoot me a message on here or on discord! and you already know that i have a whole pinterest board for him, so check that out here if you want to get a better idea of who he is!

so this is jackson grant allen. he also answers to jack, jay, allen, jacksin and any other nicknames you can think of including handsome and dumbass ( this one usually just comes from his siblings, but he’s been conditioned to glance around whenever he hears it ).

basically what you need to know about jackson is that he wants to be a model in the future but is happy with being in one night stand for now, loves food, and was probably a golden retriever in another life. or maybe a chihuahua. that would be fitting as well. 

he was actually born a month early, on february 29th. he claims it’s because he smelt bacon from inside the womb and wanted out to eat it. he’s technically only six years old since his real birthday comes every four years and it makes sense because he acts like a six year old at times. he’s immature but can’t help it.

jackson’s basically just a big kid. a very talkative big kid, at least. he loves to have a good time and wants everyone else to have a good time. and if that means ridiculous puns and the equivalent of dad jokes, well, someone’s got to tell them.

you’ll be hard pressed to get jackson to take much of anything seriously. aside from his job. he loves being a life guard, mostly because he gets to be near water. plus he gets to take a swim whenever he’s on break. ( priorities, jackson, priorities. )

he has a rat named waffles that has his run of jackson’s hotel room. in his little ball of course. and he has one of those giant hamster homes with tons of tunnels and everything. the rat is basically his child, so don’t be alarmed if you go to his room and see a little rodent! 

he would two hundred percent have an animal ( or five ) if he had the means to support them all. so he just goes to the humane society to stare at dogs and sigh wistfully and pet them all. but really, he just wants everything to be hunky dory happy and to not have to be serious about anything. he’s terrible at it. 

personality: good-humored, chivalrous, honest, impulsive, creative, idealistic, forgetful, motivating, valiant, tender.

jackson is the second youngest child in the allen family, a life guard for the malnati’s, an aspiring model, a proud band member, a loyal friend, a protective brother, and a chicago native. mostly, though, he’s just trying to do his best.

chicago born and raised, he attended glenbrook north high school in the suburb of northbrook ( as all the allen kids do ) but got to know a lot of the city by working the concessions at the united center in high school and just… y'know…. getting out of his house.

was generally a nice kid in high school, maybe just a touch of a troublemaker, mostly a harmless prankster. he took a lot of girls to prom. he’s always been the tallest boy around – just one of his many likable qualities. in addition to being the tallest boy in his class, he was always one of the oldest, too. he got held back in kindergarten because his parents thought he needed another year to prepare for school before heading into first grade. 

he decided to come back to chicago after trying to start a modeling career in los angeles. he now lives at the malnati with his rat. he works occasionally as a life guard and he just wanders around the city trying to get modeling opportunities where he can. 

overall, he’s a good guy. or at least, he tries to be. inconsistent and impulsive, can get on the annoying side at times, but he’s mostly pretty nice. he tries to be honest, also a bit oversensitive, but he really tries to love everyone with his whole heart. he’s always trying to make things better for people. he’s very forgiving, proud of his family, and has never really called anywhere but chicago his home. 

this is a really bad summary of him since i repeated myself and was all over the place, but i suppose that makes sense as that’s pretty much jack in a nutshell. for more info about this guy, feel free to take a look at his bio page, and if you want to plot, feel free to check out his plotting page! 

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