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CYNTHIA WOLFGANG ✪ STARFISH played by rosie . she/her . gmt+1

✪ for the uninitiated

full name - cynthia wolfgang nickname(s) - cyn age - 26 years birthday - 13th march gender - nonbinary pronouns - they/she sexuality - pansexual birthplace - port vale length of time in port vale - lifetime occupation - freelance baker faceclaim - zazie beetz

✪ below the surface

- history

since the beginning, they’ve been toeing edges.

the cold shock of the surf lapping their feet was their earliest memory, their toddling escapade at the beach that day cut short by the snatching arms of their mother. funny, how she made a habit of that. the routine steering from the edge; no deviation from the beaten path to glory she was once made to walk herself. it was out of love - or something like it.

but if they are anything, they are their mother’s child, and adamance is rooted in their family as sturdily as any wave-weathered boulder to skirt the town. they would sooner force the mould into their shape than be some malleable thing, shaped as a shadow of another - not any more than they already were.

and so they would toe the line. never straying from the comfortable fortune and paving of their mother’s way, save for the little kicks. those little rebellions. like the homework foregone in a new pot-based baking pursuit, the stowing away on a night-fishing boat or the skinnydipping in the bay. evenings spent drifting on rippling hues, eyes half-cracked for a flash of iridescent scales. a sillier notion mounted on by the museum outings they liked to make after school, never quite dislodged in the years to pass.

twenty-odd years down the line, their mother’s hold loosens. they’ve never been as inclined to a life of laughless fortune and foresight as they were to whim and gut, though they’ve never held their tongue in their life quite as much as when it came to letting her know. it had always been difficult to envision what came next for them in such an encompassing shadow, though even victoria’s presence didn’t quite reach beyond the water. perhaps that was why they’d always found themselves more drawn to the shore than the heart of the town.

so, not here, they’d say. but somewhere, soon. a notion made mantra, though their foot’s been in the door so long now, that one could say it’s become a variable wedge.

- present

every week they throw a dart at a map and vow they’ll be gone within the month, although the sound of their destination always loses its ring before they can begin packing. with the latest flight six times delayed, they have to wonder whether it’s something beyond that calls them, or something that’s always been right here, but beneath. these days they wander the town like one of those funny tourists they were once so used to guiding, prodding for gossip on the streets and turns that feel more alien by the passing day. perhaps the feeling is their way of packing up the sense of ‘home’ in time for their next plane booked, or maybe it’s the mounting number of unfamiliar faces washing up at port vale they never took the time to scrutinise. 

- personality

cyn is as changeable as the shoreline boulders they were raised alongside. it is rare to see them adapt themselves to reflect another’s company, having outgrown their mother’s coddling shadow enough to realise they’d sooner be appreciated as something shaped by their own hand. contrary to the authoritative standing of victoria, cyn has grown into an irreverent character with a strong penchant for anything deemed outlandish; from the follow-up to a seaman’s tall tale to the odd witching hour skinnydip invitation. they’ve never been afraid to make themselves look a fool for what spectators ever tried to measure them up against their mother. they were never one to stick to the script, but they can still damn well put on a show.