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arthurgrxy​:

Arthur was not a particular fan of clubs himself, considering what a hive of social activity they were. But there were times when he simply couldn’t stand to be alone. The silence of his own home took on a physical weight, and it threatened to crush him. So here he was, sipping on a glass of brandy, when the woman spoke to him. He glanced at her for a moment before turning his gaze to the woman herself. “I prevented him from projecting his unwanted advances onto another bar patron,” he said. “Thanks to me, they were able to get away. I suppose he blames me for ruining his amorous intentions for the evening.” He shrugged. “If he feels the need for a physical altercation, I believe I can handle myself,” he said, and offered a brief smile. “But I appreciate your concern.”

― • ☾ • ―  sabrina  grimaces  as  he  explains  what  happened,  hooking  an  arm  around  the  backrest  of  her  stool  as  she  turns  around  and  glares  toward  the  belligerent  patron  one  more  time,  for  good  measure.  there  is  a  list  of  wrongdoings  that  she  truly  can’t  stand,  and  being  an  asshole  that  pushes  themselves  onto  other  people  when  they  don’t  want  it  certainly  reigns  at  the  top  of  said  list.  only  because  of  how  normalized  it  is.  ″ shame, ″  she  says,  pursing  her  lips  in  visible  repulsion,  ″ i  can’t  say  i would  have  minded  joining  forces  to  ruin  his  night  even  more. ″  not  that  sabrina  tends  to  get  into  barfights  often ― or  any  fights  for  that  matter.  but  she  has  other  ways  of  going  about  to  knock  people  down  a  peg.  at  this  point,  it’s  a  rage  against  time  to  see  when  this  will  stop  working  and  she’ll  legitimately  get  her  ass  beat.  ″ if  you’re  a  cop,  please  pretend  i  didn’t  say  that. ″

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atdxwnbreak​:

Feet carrying him toward the bar counter of the noisy and crowded Red Diamond, Julian took a seat at one of the empty stools and waited to get the bartender’s attention. After ordering a drink, he let his eyes shift over the different bottles along the back wall before someone spoke to him. Julian glanced over at her in surprise before starting to follow her gaze, trying not to seem too obvious. But upon catching the eye of the dude, he sighed. “Ah,” he murmured as if recognition was there. Julian released a soft huff.

“Earlier when I was driving here… that guy had been cutting people off a lot on the road. And he sped up to pull in front of me, and I had to brake fast else I would’ve run into him,” he explained. “I blew my horn, and I guess he didn’t like that. And he just so happened to have come here too. Surprised he didn’t make a scene with me outside.”

― • ☾ • ―  sabrina  knits  her  brows  in  bewilderment,  then  she  smiles  in  a  way  that  also  reflects  that  bewilderment.  ″  a honk?  seriously?  that’s  all? ″  unable  to  help  herself,  she  twirls  to  look  in  the  direction  of  the  guy  once  again,  though  this  time  it’s  painfully  obvious.  it’s  not  like  she  can  take  someone  so  vexed  by  the  sound  of  a  horn  too  seriously.  ″ damn. ″  she  returns  toward  her  chatting  partner  and  sighs  as  if  defeated  by...  life  and  its  strange  specimens.  ″ some  really  will  really  be  dying  on  the  weirdest  of  freaking  hills. ″  shrugging,  she  takes  a  sip  out  of  her  non-alcoholic  mango,  something,  something  cocktail.  all  that  matters  is  that  it  has  mango  in  it.  ″ but  he  definitely  looks  like  he’s  waiting  to  make  a  scene  with  you  outside,  i’ll  tell  you  that.  what  are  you  going  to  do? ″

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hrtrot​:

                         despite  being  the  pg-13  version  of  the  club  he  actually  wanted  to  be  in  ,  he  had  to  admit  the  pulse  had  certain  charms  .  he  visited  it  once  and  a  while  ,  but  the  lack  of  most  fun  things  (  ya  know  ,  like  alcohol  ?  )  tended  to  keep  him  away  .  only  about  thirty  minutes  had  passed  since  he’d  crossed  the  threshold  of  the  establishment  ,  and  he  was  already  throwing  in  the  towel  .  brushing  past  the  annoying  packs  of  humans  he  could  see  as  nothing  other  than  children  ,  he  made  his  way  back  out  the  door  ,  wandering  out  to  the  parking  lot  .  spotting  a  car  that  seemed  to  have  given  up  ,  he  approached  ,  waving  the  man  who  was  circling  it  like  a  hawk  away  .  the  creepy  fuck  didn’t  seem  to  want  to  try  going  a  round  with  angel  ,  which  was  honestly  a  rather  smart  decision  for  someone  so  plastered  ,  stumbling  away  while  slurring  complaints  under  his  breath  .  mildly  curious  about  the  driver  ,  he  moved  closer  ,  taking  a  peek  .   ‘  are  you  planning  on  stabbing  me  with  said  screwdriver  ?  ’   he  wondered  ,  highly  amused  by  the  prospect  and  not  bothering  to  correct  her  assumption  -  the difference  of  his  voice  compared  to  that  of  the  redneck  and  the  accent  that  went  along  with  it  should  do  that  for  him  .

― • ☾ • ―  a  slip  of  the  hand  and  something  croaks  around  the  engine  of  the  car.  not  usually  a  sound  that  augurs  anything  good,  but  sabrina  has  tended  to  the  old  chunk  of  metal  enough  to  get  particularly  stubborn  about  seeing  it  trudge  through  its  final  breaths.  she  hears  the  response  handled  by  an  unfamiliar  voice,  and  her  head  whirls  as  her  brows  push  into  a  furrow.  ah.  seems  like  it’s  not  her  ‘ companion ’  from  earlier.  with  a  slight  huff  and  a  wince  she  masks  as  she  stands  up  with  a  leg  that’s  fallen  asleep  and  is  currently  needling  her  flesh,  she  casts  a  glance  toward  the  screwdriver  still  in  her  hand  for  display.  ″ not  planning.  i  like  being  spontaneous. ″  in  her  light  jest,  she  comes  across  as  dead  serious. ″ relax.  i’ll  swing  only  if  you are  going  to  do  something  stab  worthy. ″  although  he  doesn’t  look  like  the  average  riffraff  reeking  of  harassment  and  self-loathing  that  she  usually  encounters,  that  doesn’t  mean  that  he’s  automatically  a  benevolent  soul.  if  anything,  even  ted  bundy  was  said  to  be  charming.  as  her  mouth  opens  to  pry  on  his  identity,  a  loud  thud  by  her  car  steals  her  attention.  puzzled  at  first,  she  circles  behind  it,  only  to  find  the  slobbering  drunk  patron  from  earlier  bleeding  somewhere  from  his  temple  and  desperately  leaning  against  the  car.  ″ jesus, you moron, ″  she  snaps,  rushing  to  him  and  tilting  his  head  to  find  a  small  cut  on  the  side  of  his  head.  ″ how  the  hell  did  you  manage  this? are  you  okay?  can  you  stand? ″  he  mumbles  something  with  a  joyful  grin  of  drunk  stupor  and  she  slaps  his  hand  when  he  tries  to  touch  the  wound.  sure,  he’s  ben  really  annoying,  but  goddamn  it,  she’s  not  wishing  ill  on  him.   ″ can  you  not?  come  on,  i’ll  get  you  an  ambulance,  just  stand ― ″  she  tries  to  help  him  on  his  feet,  but  instead  he  tumbles  into  her  backseat,  falls  asleep,  and  instantly  starts  snoring.  sabrina  watches  on  in  frustration,  sighing  deeply  as  she  throws  her  arms  up.  ″ or  just  pass  out  in  my  car.  that  works  too,  obviously. ″  pressing  the  hollow  of  her  palm  into  her  forehead,  she  looks  toward  the  stranger  from  earlier.  ″ freeze  frame  and  record  scratch,  you’re  probably  wondering  how  i  got  in  this  situation. ″

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atdxwnbreak​:

open / closed starter location: movie theater @ashwickstarters

It was so slow that day in the movie theater, so Danny was biding his time with sketching. From the corner of his eye, he saw someone approach the snack counter and he pulled out his earphones. “Oh, hi! Um, what can I do for you?” he asked with a big smile, then bit his lip before gesturing toward a rack. “Oh, um, we’re having a sale going on. If you buy a large popcorn and drink combo, you can get one of these shirts or hats.” There was a pause that came, Danny managing a more nervous smile this time. “Ah, well, for 20% off…”

Yes, it was kind of a scam - especially with those normal movie theater prices as it was - and he knew that, but he also knew that his boss would get mad at him if he didn’t talk about the promotions going on.

― • ☾ • ―  this  kid  really  wasn’t  doing  that  great  of  a  job  when  it  came  to his  job.  jairo  had  been  standing  by  the  counter  for  a  minute  now,  just  at  a  safer  distance,  perhaps  precisely  because  he  was  curious  to  see  how  long  it  would  take  the  kid  to  get  his  customer  alarms  ringing.  when  it  finally  happened,  he  formed  a  crooked  smirk  at  the  corner  of  his  mouth.  truth  be  told,  he  was  in  no  rush  and  did  absolutely  not  bother  him.  ″  sellin’  me  something  would  be  a  good  start,  i  think.  ″  he  jests,  leaning  over  the  counter  on  his  elbows  as  he  inspects  the  display  and  listens  to  the  undeniable  offer  he’s  being  presented  with.  he  remembers  working  at  the  theater  himself  before...  everything,  and  it’s  almost  nostalgic  to  see  that  they’re  still  going  strong  with  the  badly  hidden  scams.  instead  of  a  direct  response,  he  turns  toward  the  boy  and  tips  his  head  toward  him.  ″  before  i  sign  myself  over,  let  me  know  one.  would  you  take  on  the  offer?  ″

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―   status: closed  |  @hrtrot​: angelus. ―   player: sabrina pliego. ―   location: outside the red pulse.

― • ☾ • ―  the  bright,  glaring  full  moon  does  not  spook  her,  though  she  does  remember  an  old  saying  of  that  wretched  mother  of  hers,  about  how  it  was  bad  luck  to  gawk  at  a  full  moon.  fortunately,  the  only  thing  that  she’s  awed  by  on  this  night  is  just  how  cheap  this  rented  car  of  hers  is.  yeah,  sure,  she  kind  of  should  have  expected  it,  but  even  cheapskates  get  lucky  with  their  desperate  acquisitions  sometimes.  this  girl,  however,  saw  the  car  break  down  not  once,  but  twice  during  the  three  hour  ride  back  into  town;  this  time,  she  was  blessed  with  the  honor  of  an  engine  failure  in  the  parking  lot  of  the  red  pulse  just  as  rush  hour  is  at  its  peak  ―  and  so  are  the  drunk  scumbags.  one  balding  redneck  in  particular,  with  a  grin  so  yellow  is  absorbs  the  moonlight,  has  been  circling  her  the  past  thirty  minutes  offering  his  ( definitely  reliable )  car  expertise.  so,  when  she  hears  some  footsteps,  she  lets  frustration  best  her  and  launch  her  into  the  land  of  assumptions.  ″ look,  if  i  wanted  help,  i  would  start  at  someone  who  can  walk  in  a  straight line.  go  home,  bob,  or  rob,  or  hobb,  whatever.  just  go  home  ‘cause  i’ve  got  a  screwdriver  and  zero  patience  left.  ″

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ofevanluna​:

@ashwickstarters​

“So uh, my realtor suddenly disappeared and won’t answer any of my calls…and i was just wondering why they forgot to mention how this town is cloudy with a chance of murder. i mean look at me i won’t survive! i can’t even eat gluten.”

― • ☾ • ―   ″ that’s  only  ‘cause  this  is  definitely  not  what  the  town  is  like, ″  he  butts  in,  even  though  the  comment  wasn’t  directed  at  him.  for  all  the  ways  in  which  ashwick  has  wronged  him,  his  recent  return  home  has  made  it  pretty  difficult  to  not  remember  some  of  the  better,  nostalgic  times  too.  pondering  over  his  own  words  for  a  moment,  from  the  chair  where  he’s  slouched  on,  almost  at  a  horizontal  shape,  he  decides  to  correct  himself.  ″ ...  at  least  it  didn’t  use  to  be. ″  no,  instead  there  had  been  a  time  where  his  father’s  death  had  been  the  biggest,  most  outrageous  event.

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hollowgrounds​:

          starter for @fatesfm​ !!

         “at work someone was talking about seeing WEIRD LIGHTS in the woods.” they had stated ( perhaps jokingly, he couldn’t rightly tell ) that the culprit had been aliens. “they seemed convinced it was something odd, but i’m sure it was just someone running around with A FLASHLIGHT.”

― • ☾ • ―  her  lips  curl  upward  in  tooth-baring  amusement,  thumbs  hooked  around  the  pockets  of  her  jeans  as  her  fingers  settle  in  comfortably.  ″ honestly?  i  don’t  even  know  what  the  hell  a  weird  light  is.  unless  it’s  explicitly  a  dancing  light  in  the  shape  of  a  dick,  light  is  just  light.  ″  she  knows  there  are  people,  even  in  ashwick,  that  genuinely  believe  it’s  the  aliens  to  be  blamed  for  the  horribly  awry  things  of  the  past  few  weeks.  that’s  why  she  keeps  on  asking  questions,  hoping  to  find  people  whose  neurons  sometimes  kiss  and  create  critical  thought.  her  head  tilts  toward  him  as  she  presses  on,  ″ but  what  about  you?  what  do  you  think  has  been  happening?  ″

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( lindsey morgan ; cis woman ; she/her ; death stranding by chvrches ) hey, look! isn’t that sabrina pliego? the 29 year old human is known to be protective and reckless. they’ve been in town for two years and always remind me of static tv in a dark room, battered hands and chipped nails, warm hugs and comforting pats. let’s hope they survive what’s to come.

                                                                                           ( intro. )

( manny montana ; cis man ; he/him ; keep running by tei shi ) hey, look! isn’t that jairo covarrubias? the 36 year old shapeshifter is known to be INSIGHTFUL and SELF-DESTRUCTIVE. they’ve been in town for one month and always remind me of vintage motorcycles with roaring engines, frosty winter windows, the smell of ink. let’s hope they survive what’s to come.

                                                                                          ( intro. )

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( manny montana ; cis man ; he/him ; keep running by tei shi ) hey, look! isn’t that jairo covarrubias? the 36 year old shapeshifter is known to be INSIGHTFUL and SELF-DESTRUCTIVE. they’ve been in town for one month and always remind me of vintage motorcycles with roaring engines, frosty winter windows, the smell of ink. let’s hope they survive what’s to come.

- 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎.

NAME. jairo luis covarrubias

NICKNAME(S).  N/A

AGE. 36 + 21/08

ZODIAC. leo

GENDER. cis man

PRONOUNS. he / him

ORIENTATION. heterosexual

ETHNICITY. mexican/white

SPECIES. shapeshifter

OCCUPATION. special forces officer

FAMILY. 1 younger brother

NEGATIVE TRAITS. self-destructive , fickle , elusive , vengeful , controlling

POSITIVE TRAITS. wise , observant , tempered , good orator , selfless

- 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘.

Jairo was actually born and raised in Ashwick Valley, as the eldest son of Gael Covarrubias, the man who would be mayor of the town for eight years. During this period of Jairo’s life, there was a lot of weight on his shoulders to make the name of the family proud, having two ambitious parents that aspired to better Ashwick and cement themselves among those the likes of the founding families. It was quite the responsibility for a boy only aged thirteen, regarded by his own parents as some sort of heir to a delusional empire. Jairo had to behave, to join their events, to have good grades in school, and to become a politician who would help endorse his father’s climb on the ladder of the world.

But Jairo simply wasn’t that kind of person. In fact, he was no person at all. He discovered his powers as a shapeshifter at the age of fifteen. He lost his temper, so enraged by the fact that his parents forbade him to date the girl of a waitress, a nice girl whose only sin was being of a social class beneath them, and that made him shift into the family’s Doberman. It completely shocked his parents and brother, two years younger than him. But no one was more shocked than his mother, who had just found out that the shapeshifter gene had passed on to this child, a child born out of an affair with a shifter. This spiraled into the destruction of his parents’ relationship, which had to stay perfect to the outsiders. Within the house, however, things were only going from bad to worse: strings of endless arguments, rampant infidelity, revenge, growing addictions. But his parents stayed hypocrites, expecting the world of their eldest son in spite of how dysfunctional they were.

Jairo started rebelling. The more he disobeyed, the more he was punished, which only made the teenager lash out even more. Hatred brewed between the boy and his father and their relationship became a contest of who could one up the other better, a competition of egos. Sick of this behavior, Jairo tipped a newspaper about all the shameful things happening in their household, including the fact that his father often accepted bribes and laundered money. The story was a big scandal in Ashwick and his father lost his job, as well as the family reputation he’d worked so hard to maintain. His wife left him, the world hated him, he lost his money, and the son he loathed was responsible for it all. Gael was ready to end it all, but not without making sure to go out with a bang. He shot himself and had someone set Jairo up for the death, with the Police finding the responsible shotgun in his car, as well as a fake journal where his father had written he feared for his life.

Jairo refused to be jailed for this crime he’d never committed. He shifted into a hawk and disappeared into the night, never to be seen again in Ashwick for many years. He was homeless for a while, not sure where to go. Eventually, he managed to find a job as a dishwasher in Seattle. That was the beginning of the new life he’d build for himself. With a fake name and a fake story, he would eventually go on to become a Special Forces Officer and a lover of amateur kickboxing. He became one of the best Special Forces Officers in the city, all thanks to a little bit of cheating from his powers. All of this was only after many years of moving around, not wanting to get attached to people or places. He had a poor opinion regarding relationships thanks to exposure to his parents’ toxic marriage, and his constant moving eventually stuck and became a habit.

In spite of that, he got married at 28 and even had a daughter, but the marriage ended only one week after the wedding, when Jairo disappeared into the night. Not only did he have commitment issues and actual nightmares about the inevitable staleness of his future, but his existence as a shapeshifter endangered people as he struggled to elude hunters. 

Now, Jairo returns to Ashwick for the first time since that incident that muddied his and his family’s reputation and that is for one main reason: he heard his ex wife and child are in town and with all the grisly deaths and rumors surround it, he fears they’re in in danger. Moreover, one of the victims of the recent murders is a good childhood friend and he returned to pay his respects.

- 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘.

However, outside of his crippling issues with stability and connections, Jairo is a brave man with a particularly soft spot for kids. This is also why he’s often checked in on his ex wife and daughter, from the shadows, just to make sure that they’d be safe. 

Jairo is a multi-faceted person, which one could attribute to his very nature as a shapeshifter. On one hand, he enjoys relaxing hobbies such as reading and cooking, with quite some skill too. Most people would characterize him as a calm person, with always a wise word to share with people, strangers or not. He seems to be patient and very difficult to tick off. However, on the flip side, he also takes joy in his job, riding on dangerous tides, and also in his hobby as a kickboxer at an underground club in Seattle. More importantly, his qualities are drastically dragged down by one major flaw: his inability to commit.

That’s not to say he’s not capable of committing to basic things like watching a TV show all the way through or even sticking with a job that keeps him hooked enough,  but relationships have been especially difficult for Jairo. Dread of getting trapped in a toxic marriage like his parents, dread of betrayal and how quickly everything can get shattered, as well as spending his early 20s mostly on the road have built up this terrible habit. What’s even worse is the fact that this won’t stop him from trying to pursue all of those things; it’s only once he has something in the palm of his hand that the fear settles in and he feels like running.

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―   status: open. ―   player: sabrina pliego. ―   location: the red diamond.

― • ☾ • ―   a  twirling  ball  of  lights  and  glimmer,  rumbling  footsteps  on  a  colorful  dancefloor,  wall  quaking  bass,  and  a  bar  with  a  very  inviting  display  of  alcohol  bottles  —  yeah,  nightclubs  really  aren’t  sabrina’s  thing.  not  that  she  hates  fun  or  doesn’t  know  how  to  tickle  her  ludic  side  ( she doesn’t ),  but  just  the  sight  of  the  booze  shelf  makes  her  stomach  churn.  absolutely  not ;  she  won’t  risk  becoming  her mother.  but  in  that  case,  why  is  she  even  here?  to  ask  the  current  bartender  some  questions,  of  course.  the  devil  works  hard,  but  sabrina  the  wonder-journalist  works  even  harder.  while  she  waits  for  the  guy  to  pee,  she  waits  by  the  bar,  propping  her  elbows  on  the  counter  and inspecting  the  surroundings.  while  doing  so,  she  catches  sight  of  a  man,  bulky  and  standing  like  a  still  rock,  glaring  like  a  hawk.  at  a  closer  notice,  she  realizes  the  target  is  sitting  by  her  side  at  the  bar.  ″ don’t  mean  to  freak  you  out,  but  that  guy  over  there  is  ogling  you  like  you’ve  microwaved  his  hamster.  do  you  know  him ?  or  more  importantly,  do  you  need  help ? ″

[fatesfm]

sᴍɪʟʟɪɴɢ Rᴀᴠᴇɴ ɪs ᴀʟʟ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ

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( lindsey morgan ; cis woman ; she/her ; death stranding by chvrches ) hey, look! isn’t that sabrina pliego? the 29 year old human is known to be protective and reckless. they’ve been in town for two years and always remind me of static tv in a dark room, battered hands and chipped nails, warm hugs and comforting pats. let’s hope they survive what’s to come.

- 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎.

NAME. sabrina teresa pliego

NICKNAME(S).  brina, saber

AGE. 30 + 03/05

ZODIAC. taurus

GENDER. cis woman

PRONOUNS. she / her

ORIENTATION. bisexual

ETHNICITY. mexican/white

SPECIES. human

OCCUPATION. journalist

FAMILY. 1 younger sister, 1 younger brother, adoptive father

NEGATIVE TRAITS. hot headed, reckless, judgmental, stubborn, unruly

POSITIVE TRAITS. protective, ambitious, truthful, observant, witty

- 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘.

Meet Sabrina, one of the five children of Lilian Pliego. Don’t expect any kind of happy family stories, because things were rough from the very beginning. Her mother was an alcoholic with a deep hatred for work and with a passion for clinging to men in hopes one of them would pull her out of poverty. Sabrina had two elder brothers: one went to jail at the age of eighteen, the other died while trying to run away from home. Now the eldest, twelve year old Sabrina had to take care of her younger sister, Maria, who was only six at the time their fourteen year old brother died. This is how a habit and sad reality involving Sabrina as a caretaker and provider came to be. To get money for food and basic needs, she started working as young as thirteen, taking on all kinds of odd jobs curtsy of the kindness of neighborhood people that would give her things to do: helping out at stores, taking care of lawns, and walking dogs, which quickly became her favorite activity.

While life at home wasn’t brilliant, she at least had her sister whom she adored, as well as the guidance of Mr. Monroe, a teacher who had at some point became a father figure she had missed. He taught her all about kindness, patience, forgiveness, but also about right and wrong. Sabrina was too embarrassed to let on about her difficult life and to ask for help, but that would change by itself when, at the age of fifteen, Sabrina learned her mother was carrying another child. She had a complete breakdown over it, understanding why her elder brothers had spiraled. She packed her bags and was about to run away, but she stopped herself, for her sister and that unborn sibling. What about them?

With this, Sabrina gathered her courage and told Mr. Monroe about her situation. He was furious, and vowed to help her and the siblings. For the next two years, Mr. Monroe would fight tooth and claw to help the three children. Finally, when Sabrina was seventeen, he managed to adopt Sabrina, Maria, and their young brother Adrias. Life wasn’t perfect after that either, but Sabrina knew the three of them were loved, and that Mr. Monroe was really trying. She continued her habit of working, saving up college funds – or at least parts of it. She kept working until she was 24, claiming that she’ll go to college when more money is saved. But then, when Maria graduated, Sabrina offered her the money instead, which was the plan all along.

Maria left the small town of Sallisaw and went to college. Just when she had accepted her fate, so to speak, Sabrina found out that her mother had passed away, leaving quite a substantial inheritance. Sabrina was enraged, realizing their mother did have money, money she had instead chosen to spend on her own pleasures. She vowed to never forgive the woman, and decided, although repulsed by it, to use her money to get an education herself. She followed some formation courses in Journalism, never quite having the means for proper college. Getting a job was a nightmare, and it didn’t help Mr. Monroe fell ill and ended up bedridden. In the end, Sabrina managed to get a job as a cleaning lady at the newspaper station in Ashick Valley. She had to move for this, but she was determined to not lose the opportunity. Her, Mr. Monroe, and Adrias, who was eleven at the time, packed and moved to the small town. After a few months as a cleaning lady, during which Sabrina did her own investigations on the side, she managed to impress enough to be granted a position as an online writer. And, finally, a year ago she became a proper journalist for the newspaper. 

Sabrina doesn’t know anything about the supernatural, but it wouldn’t be surprising either. The recent odd events in Ashwick have her raising questions, and she’s definitely planning on finding out what is happening. As to whether the truth is something that the normal masses should know… that is a moral conundrum for another time.

- 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘.

Sabrina appears to be quite hard on the outside, and it’s true that she is just that. She’s resilient and stands her own ground so strongly she often has difficulty showing weakness and vulnerability. Of course, she is not incapable of it. On the contrary, with the people she loves or simply just likes and deems as worthy of kindness, she is a fiercely loyal ally. However, having grown so used to being the sole pillar of her family, she often feels like she needs to keep being just that, so that others may be able to rely on her.

Speaking of which, Sabrina is highly reliable and trustworthy, strictly following moral codes of honesty. This is why she’s often so straightforward it comes across as rude, having a strong distaste for cheap gossip and backstabbers. 

Sabrina is a fighter for the weak and battered, always standing up on behalf of those who can’t do so or who are afraid to do so. In this regard, one may consider her to be fearless, though that is obviously not true. Her heart knows tragedy and her body knows weariness; she’s simply too stubborn to look her own way and recognize all of this. 

Following Mr. Manera’s teachings, Sabrina is capable of forgiving anyone, with the exception of her mother. However, she’ll only do it eventually, after giving hell to whoever it is that wronged her. She is definitely the type to say things she doesn’t really mean and that she later ends up regretting.

In terms of humor, Sabrina is very sarcastic and favors lots of dry humor. She often uses jokes to cope with stressful situations or to gently bully those she cares about. She also enjoys ‘complaining’ about minor inconveniences, because she certainly never does about the things that truly do matter.

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I need to learn how to stop destroying myself, stop being hard on myself, and be nice to myself.

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