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✿ ERWIN , GISELA. → brilliant smiles , all teeth and dimples punched into rosy cheeks ; melodious laughter that echoes across rooms . belle of the ball dressed in floral print , you smell like crushed daisies and lemon verbana and all things good in the world . chamomile tea , salad sandwiches and picnic dates in the park , curls escaping their loose chignon . be good , be kind , be helpful , be loyal — - and smile , smile like your life depends on it . frowns have never been your forte , darling .

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full name. gisela clara erwin. aliases. gigi. age. twenty-nine. date of birth. july eighteenth. place of birth. eversley, bristol. zodiac sign. cancer. species. human. race. caucasian. nationality. british. gender. cis female. sexuality. pansexual. profession. kindergarten teacher.

education. graduated high school. has a masters’ degree in teaching. literacy. perfect. languages. english. german. disorders. generalised depression. undiagnosed bipolar disorder.

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from the moment you took your first breath, you had sunshine in your smile and flowers in your lungs. the beautiful, prized daughter of an english nurse and a german doctor, you are the wonderful product of an office romance gone right. present at your parents’ wedding, they are still newlywed when your mother gives birth to you. your father, a registered nurse, practically faints at your birth and even as her contractions border on monstrous, your mother is scarily calm.

childhood is a kaleidoscope of trips to the seaside, kisses on the forehead, pretty sundresses and endless affection. you’re the cleverest girl in your class, words come naturally to that talkative little mouth of yours and they sound so lovely when you string them together in fanciful little sentences. you write stories in your free time, when your nose isn’t stuck deep within a book. your parents encourage your voracious love of reading and literature, and never deny you a new book or a new notebook so that you can write your own.

your love of reading and writing develops on through adolescence and high school. you wouldn’t describe yourself as overly popular during your time at eversley high school, but you weren’t alone either ---- - your group of friends is small but comfortable, and you all support each other. you are tight knit, and to this day you all still remain good friends and sometimes, you all meet up and get fish and chips ---- - some things never change.

university is a whirlwind few years of being away from home and feeling a constant ache because of it, fruity alcohol that you really don’t take a liking to, hard work and phone calls to mum and dad, but you survive. you come out of it with a bachelors’ degree in education.

after four years, you deserve a quick holiday ---- - a trip to greece gives you a glowing tan, and a glowing outlook on life that has you diving right back into university for your masters’ the minute you get back. somewhere along the line, you’ve realised your passion for both children and teaching, and combining them sounds like a damn good idea.

fast-track to the present day: you’ve never been happier in your job. you work with children all day long, educating and watching them grow and it lights a fire in your soul, makes you proud to be alive when you can be helping people. on the weekends, you volunteer wherever you can and god, could you be any sweeter ?

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sweetest woman in all of eversley, tbh.

has fresh-cut flowers in her classroom constantly. offers flowers to basically everyone.

drinks entirely too much lemon and ginger tea. drinks quite a lot of tea in general, tbh.

paints the walls of her classroom every so often, and always paints them in the brightest colours imaginable.

sends christmas cards to everyone in town every year. always puts up to 3 candy canes in the envelope, as well as red and green glitter.

would probably write exclusively in glitter gel pen if she could.

stress baker extraordinnaire.

believes wholeheartedly in the concept of one true love and soulmates. wishes her soulmate would hurry up and find her, but she doesn’t mention that to anybody.

hasn’t mowed her lawn in a while, but does have an impressive garden out the back of her house.

at any given time, there’s a pencil sticking out of her bun/ponytail.

vegetarian. happily so.

owns three cats, all of whom she adores. their names are peanut, noodle and princess, and they all sleep with her.

has big old mental health episodes, which she just puts down to her depression but surprise, they’re not !!

#˚ ⋅ ✷ ₀₀ . → ❪ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏᶰᵒʷ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵒᶰˡʸ ᶜᵃˡˡᶤᶰᵍ 'ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵈʳᵘᶰᵏ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵃˡᵒᶰᵉ ˑ ❜ intro. ❫

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♚ CLEGG , CHANEL . → bloodied knuckles and bar fights , leather jackets and roseate shapes and you cut such a sight , dark hair and dark eyes and darkness wrapped round slender shoulders like onyx foreboding . they say to stay away from women with haphazard smirks and silver tongues —- - perhaps they should finally listen to that warning . black coffee in the morning , tequila when the sun sets , and this is quite a life you lead and somehow , you’re not quite sick of it yet .

trigger warnings include: parental death . car accidents . sexual abuse .

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full name. chanel isobel clegg. aliases. nel. age. twenty-eight. date of birth. september ninth. place of birth. eversley, bristol. zodiac sign. virgo. species. human. race. caucasian. nationality. british. gender. cis female. sexuality. bisexual. profession. bar owner and bartender.

education. graduated high school. has a bachelors’ degree in business. literacy. pretty good. languages. english. disorders. anger management issues. post-traumatic stress disorder.

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eversley, to you, is home in every single known understanding of the word. born and raised here, you’ll probably die here too ---- - your parents, two teachers, moved to this sleepy little bristol town when you were nothing but a twinkle in a dewy eye. your whole existence has been in eversley, and there is no way you’d have it any different.

your childhood is almost entirely full of learning how to take care of yourself. your parents thought that having a child would fix the exponential strains in their already-tense relationship, and were miserably wrong. you shuttle yourself between the former family home, now owned by your mother, and a small apartment that your father has rented until he can move back to surrey. for a child, you are scarily independent but that hasn’t lessened the softness of your soul, the genuine warmth and beauty that emanates from your inner core. you are such a sweet child, so willing to help others out and to work for a higher good ---- - your mother hopes to god that nothing ever crushes that spirit.

your adolescence sparks the introduction of sarcasm and wit into your good nature, but you never speak a harsh word against anyone. that same wonderful child is still inside of you ---- - you run your school’s recycling program, and you get involved with every fundraiser you possibly can. bake sales, garage sales, you rope your mother into whatever needs to be done and she does it with mirth, with glee. she’s so proud of her beautiful baby girl, so proud of the way you’re growing up.

at eighteen, your world changes because before your father can make his great escape to surrey, he’s involved in a hit and run, but he’s the one doing the hitting. he is pronounced dead on impact, and you cry for two days straight. locked up in your bedroom, blackout curtains firmly pulled, your tears do not stop but when they do, they do for good. after two days, you emerge, dressed in black, stoicism plastered onto delicate features. the funeral kills you, but you do not cry anymore.

your father’s inheritance falls into your hands. in his will, he wished his family inheritance to go to his only daughter, and you suddenly find yourself with a bank account loaded with more money than you could ever really dream of. you are still so bright-eyed, so sweet, so innocent but the first thing you do is buy a vacant shop in town, and decide to set up eversley’s first bar. you do it in your father’s honour, and to keep his name alive, you name it after him. today, the william lee still stands, and you still keep it in pristine condition.

you were sure that your life would stop changing after your father passed, but you were wrong. at twenty-one, you and a group of friends are in london ---- - neon lights flash, your entire body is covered in a glimmering sheen of sweat and you can barely walk in a straight line. you’re incredibly drunk, anyone can see that ---- - and the worst kinds of people do. an uncomfortably handsome man wraps an arm round your waist and offers you another drink, and you can’t help but accept. you don’t notice what he slips into it, and you don’t remember much of what happens after you drain your glass. ( you don’t want to remember. ) you wake up in your hotel room, in a pool of your own vomit, with your friends standing round you with worry etched deep into visages and bruises on your thighs.

it is almost exactly at that point that the sweet girl you once were dies. at twenty-one, you lose your willingness to forgive, your ability to see the good in the world. it’s also the point at which you decide that eversley is safe, that it is good and that you can’t get hurt there. leaving sounds like a bad idea and you’re sick of bad ideas and their repercussions, so you settle in.

to this day, you have not left and you have no desire to. you are hardened, tough and intimidating and never seen without dark lipstick and darker eyeshadow. they say you have no heart, but instead leather lines the inside of your chest and that not even the biggest bullet can penetrate it anymore ---- - perhaps they are right. perhaps your heart has shriveled, been pronounced dead on impact just like your father’s. perhaps you ripped it out yourself, all bloody hands and determination deep in dark eyes. either way, they say to stay away from you and quite frankly, you’re okay with that.

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keeps a baseball bat hidden under the bar, just in case she needs it.

is mostly proud of her extensive collection of tattoos, except for one --- - she has an ex’s name under her right breast, and she’s planning to get it covered as soon as possible.

almost always chewing gum, for some reason.

exclusively drinks black coffee.

has a bad habit of rolling her eyes at virtually everything.

has a very low tolerance for stupidity. some say it’s even nonexistent.

broke a bouncer’s nose by accident once, made it up to him by dating him for a month. ended it by breaking his nose again, intentionally this time.

not quite eversley’s sweetheart, per se, but everyone knows her face, and her name, and to keep away from both.

has an incredibly bad temper, but somehow contains it 23/7.

makes anonymous donations to fundraisers in town.

her drink of choice ? whiskey, on the rocks.

the bar was the first big thing she purchased with her father’s inheritance.

sees a counselor twice a week. doesn’t know where she’d be without her.

cries on the anniversary of her father’s death, but that’s it.