legacymuses

[legacymuses]

𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐘; 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳; 𝘯𝘳𝘭 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘺

𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘎 𝘋𝘖𝘌𝘚 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘋𝘖𝘕𝘌/𝘈𝘎𝘙𝘌𝘌 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘈𝘊𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘚 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘔𝘜𝘚𝘌𝘚

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎:

name: kalyn murray

age: 21-24

gender: cis male ( he/him )

sexuality: bisexual

occupation: nrl fullback

faceclaim: miguel bernardeau

location: newcastle, australia.

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘

triggers/warnings: divorce, drugs, addiction, relapse.

kalyn was born to a baker and a physics teacher, a decent childhood, nothing special if you went to the trouble and asked him. as long as he could remember he loved his mother, the ultimate support system. not once had she let him down or failed to protect him. his father on the other hand, distanced himself from the day he was born. that became easier with the divorce. moving in full time with his mum turned him entirely into a ‘mama’s boy’, willing to fight to defend her the way she had him in his early life. growing up in newcastle, australia, he often found himself at the beach or wandering the city aimlessly. it was only at fourteen when his mother finally convinced him to sign up for some kind of after school activity, that he found his passion. rugby league came natural to him, the wind whipping past him, the adrenaline that came with being slammed into the ground over and over and over. he quickly rose through the ranks, earning the fullback position faster than most. by the time he was twenty one... he'd been picked. his local team in the national league had picked him. and he would not disappoint. his reputation spread within the first few games of the year, smallest guy on the team... capable of weaving through larger players like it was nothing. that was only the beginning. quickly he became the debutant to watch, the guy to look out for. if there was one thing he could do... it was run. lungs burning and aching and begging for air until he hits the ground over the try line, picked up by team mates who's yells are incoherent over the crowd screaming his name. that kind of feeling is hard to replicate... unless you happen to have a contract worth half a million dollars, then it's very simple. cocaine is his drug of choice, though any sort of upper would do him just fine. between excessive exercise and impulsive spending habits, he finds solace in the dark, unrecognised, high off his ass. at twenty three things had finally begun to make sense, and he'd given up everything in one swoop after being caught by his captain. the older man took him under his wing and for a while... he truly believed things could be... good? normal? better? but unbeknownst to him, dependency had become his new addiction. once his safety net retired, the captaincy was left to him. something he had never truly prepared for. by his twenty fourth birthday he'd relapsed. the pressure was too much, that normalcy he craved? it was clearly out of reach.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒:

this character shares the first name of an actual nrl player. this character and story have nothing to do with him or his life. please do not assume anything about said player or his backstory.

𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯…

𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘹

[legacymuses]

𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 "𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄" 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑; 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳; 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘺𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘺

𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘎 𝘋𝘖𝘌𝘚 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘋𝘖𝘕𝘌/𝘈𝘎𝘙𝘌𝘌 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘈𝘊𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘚 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘔𝘜𝘚𝘌𝘚.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎:

name: oliver "ollie" carter

age: 24-33

gender: cis male ( he/him )

sexuality: bisexual

occupation: motorcycle technician

faceclaim: daniel sharman

location: parramatta, australia / california, usa.

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘

triggers/warnings: drugs, general gang related behaviour, group home

oliver carter was put into the system the day he was born. a year or two here there and everywhere, bags permanently packed and never too heavy. by age six he had a routine, practically terrorising whoever was stupid enough to take him in. the guilt was quick to fade once he realised just how little they cared, the lack of effort and instant frustration with him just caused him to pull further away. by fourteen they'd basically given up, tossing him in a group home almost entirely filled with boys much older than he was. it was there that ollie learned to fend for himself… and became a light sleeper. he reunited with a young man who taught him everything he needed to know in a previous home. someone who would protect him above all else ( and end up losing a finger doing it.) that was one reason it stung so bad when he was sent to juvenile and ollie was once again completely alone.  by sixteen he found himself faced with a deadline, in two more years he'd be out on his own and he hadn't even begun to think about money. he had to get on his feet, and fast. at first he started doing favours for people here and there, making deliveries on his bike after school for whoever wanted to pay the fee. but this didn’t go unnoticed. eventually he was approached by some older boys and his small mail business turned into low level drug deliveries for the club. as long as he didn't ask questions, the baby faced teen was perfect for not arousing suspicion. after all, who would think to check a kid's bike basket out in the suburbs?  at eighteen he gained his freedom, that shiny proof of age card turning into his ticket out. with all the money he’d saved over the last two years, he bought a ticket to california and signed up for school. he believed all the struggle was worth it in the end, the day he got his technician license was the best day of his life. if there was one thing he desperately wanted... it was to never get stuck in another illegal job again.  the mechanic shop paid well enough to get him off of friends couches and into a small apartment, and for a total of three months things seemed to be perfect. he loved it there. the heat, the people, the hallucinogens... until the night he crashed through the shed door while on mushrooms. with blurry vision and bright lights in his eyes, he wasn’t sure what he was looking at for a while. but sure enough… patches and plants and guns pointed right at him.   the mechanic was a front. nothing more than a way to launder money for the real business that went on out back. every person he knew and cared for was in on it… he was the last to know. faced with the choice to initiate or run as far as he had the first time, ollie picks the easy option. if the universe wanted him in a gang so damn badly who was he to fight it? it felt like a sick joke. the moment he started muttering about being cursed was the day they pushed him into desk duty, telling him to rotate between the customers and the bikes. at least it kept him from staring through them like they'd betrayed him. maybe they had. maybe there was no coming back from where he'd ended up.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒:

superstitious, genuinely believes he's cursed

believes magic mushrooms are the key to unlocking some kind of peace

big techie, will talk your ear off about mods

𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯…

𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘹

[legacymuses]

𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐂𝐂𝐄; a selection of muse biographies for my 18+, possibly triggering canon/canon-divergent & oc based indie rp. 23 years old, penned by 𝙟𝙙.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓

𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘎 𝘋𝘖𝘌𝘚 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘋𝘖𝘕𝘌/𝘈𝘎𝘙𝘌𝘌 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘈𝘊𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘚 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘔𝘜𝘚𝘌𝘚 𝘖𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘐𝘙 𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘛𝘖𝘙𝘚.

[legacymuses]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐘; 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵; 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘺

𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘎 𝘋𝘖𝘌𝘚 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘋𝘖𝘕𝘌/𝘈𝘎𝘙𝘌𝘌 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘈𝘊𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘚 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘔𝘜𝘚𝘌𝘚

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎:

name: charlie kelly

age: 45/29

gender: cis male ( he/him )

sexuality: bisexual

occupation: bar owner/janitor

faceclaims: charlie day/josh hutcherson

location: philadephlia, pennsylvania

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘

triggers/warnings: mention of pregnancy termination, mention of sex work, drugs, alcoholism, obsessive behavior. 

charlie kelly was the result of an affair, an accident, a mistake. a mistake so undesired that his parents tried to terminate, and yet here he stands. for what? he’s never sure. any memory of his childhood seemingly scattered and unreliable but clear all at once. watching his mother sell herself from their home, throwing rocks at trains, doing so badly in school he begins to think his teachers only passed him to get him out of their classroom. for years, a different man handing over a gift or money or a candy bar to avoid the obvious tension that comes with making conversation with a prostitute’s kid. at what point does that sort of thing become comparable to christmas?  as a teenager things only became more fuzzy, the only way charlie knew to cope with the transition into high school? to entertain. earning the nickname ‘dirtgrub’ in the sixth grade certainly didn’t help his case. to be fair he can't say he wasn't eating bugs and dirt and huffing markers to earn some semblance of approval from his peers. only he never quite understood that they were now laughing at him, not with him. markers then became glue and glue then became spray paint. by the time he was twenty three, things started to blur together much more than he’d like.  by twenty eight, he’d bought in on an old irish bar with two of his friends. of course they had plans bigger than they could manage, often broke and stressed and piss drunk on their own supply. almost instantly, he finds himself with the most responsibility of them all. his friends quickly beginning to designate the less desirable jobs in the business (garbage, cleaning, toilet duty, pest control, ect.), to fall under something now called ‘charlie-work.’ coming home exhausted was one thing, coming home exhausted and lying awake all night on a pull out sofa as ten stray cats meow at his window trying to get at the rats in his apartment? he feels like he discovered a new kind of tired. 

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒:

a touch obsessive when in love. purely out of concern, charlie may follow his crush around to make sure they’re safe. will install new chain locks in their apartment without them knowing for extra security, protect their belongings like his life depends on it, ect.

has memory issues and unpredictable behavior from huffing various substances over the years, he is also a functioning alcoholic.

is actively a pretty gross guy. his apartment is an awful place to be, half on account of the building itself and half because he’s absolutely trashed it, likely a health hazard.

is illiterate and has no intention to learn currently.

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒:

𝘋𝘐𝘙𝘛𝘎𝘙𝘜𝘉

secondary main verse. young charlie, literally as above but when charlie is 29. typically set in 2005 but flexible. josh hutcherson fc.

𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯…

𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘹