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THE SCRUFF on his throat irritates, the sun starting to rise higher creating a warmth that wouldn't help them, they had to be quick. ❝ body found, girl, mid twenties, looks like it could be suicide but it's a gruesome display. mathers kid. ❞ they'd identified the body with ease, hell, he knew the kid, pretty sure everyone knew the young girl, used to drop cookies to the precinct on open days, helpful. ❝ just didn't seem the type. ❞ but was there ever really a type when it came to this. scraping his fingers against his chin. ❝ careful of the reports, we've got them as far back as we can. ❞

             javier  couldn’t  help  the  nauseated  feeling  growing  in  the  pit  of  his  stomach  as  he  observed  the  lawless  crowd  mustered  in  front  of  the  crime  scene  he  gotten  called  into,  behave  like  vultures.  with  all  the  uproar  and  the  fact  that  the  lab  requested  his  presence  despite  this  not  being  his  customary  shift,  he  swiftly  worked  out  in  his  head  that  this  must  be  an  awfully  big  case  ⸻  like  breaking  news  big.  with  his  kit  in  tow,  he  strode  towards  the  barricade  tape  while  a  rugged  man  he  recalled  to  be  the  sheriff  tried  to  prevent  bystander  from  taking  another  peek.  “  damn,  ”  he  huffs.  “  you  got  your  hands  full  tonight,  sheriff.  what’s  in  there  that’s  making  these  people  go  crazy  ?  ”  javier  wasn’t  frightened  because  glen  allen  wasn’t  a  town  where  bad  things  happened  (  right  ?  )  and  when  it  eventually  would,  living  in  new  york  for  the  larger  part  of  his  life  taught  him  to  be  fearless.  at  this  moment,  all  he  wants  to  do  is  brace  himself  for  the  horror  he’s  headed  into.  

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THEIR LIPS quirked stranglely, brows peaked as they turned on the blonde. ❝ strange choice of conversation considering the circumstances. but what would you do ? ❞

❛ I am literally ashamed of what I would do for a Klondike bar. ❜ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 confessed ashamedly of what would she do for candy right now, and everything is closed. @survivrs​

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THOSE RASPBERRY TINTED lips peaked into a smile that was not sweet, nor malice, but twinged with a hint of mischief, claw like nails gripping at his jaw, as if claiming some form of control. ❝ eager much ? ❞ though anothers misfortune could certainly be her gain. ❝ lemme guess ? glen ellens head cheerleader strung up and butchered at the hands of her secret admirer ? ❞

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･  ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 

most days, kiaan was late - but fortunately, he had his ass covered more often than not. consider it yet another benefit shared between the pair, and with a smirk && a chuckle, kiaan sauntered through the main aisle, placing both hands on the glass countertop, one on each side of her thighs. "for once, it was not my fault. have you seen outside ? it's a mad house. some girl died. i bet if we locked the doors for the whole day, literally we'd never be caught."

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❝ BABE, CHILL. ❞ finn shook his head at her. ❝ all i'm saying is that if you can't talk yourself into it, i ain't gunna help. ❞ he muses, ❝ maybe you're in the wrong line of work, sweetheart. ❞

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LAUGHTER FOLLOWS A PLUME OF SMOKE. brow raised as he lazily reclined against a lamp post having been watching the rats scurry the scene. ❝ babe, if you gotta work your self up like that, i can't do it. ❞ sunglasses droop the bridge of his nose as he gazes over her.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･  ⋆.ೃ࿔*

the sound of laughter broke through the otherwise somber moment, and was enough to jostle lunara from the panic threatening to grip her throat. distracted, she glanced to find the source of the voice, eyes landing on him. " what ? " luna echoed, confused && blinking blankly, but too eager to cling to a chance to procrastinate. " is that supposed to be encouraging ? "

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HE'D BECOME somewhat protective of the newer members of the force, a lot of them unsure on their feet and in moments like this, in a place where this just didn't happen, luna certainly was lost. in his opinion. ❝ cause of death, the multiple wounds to her throat and wrists, the body is not a jane doe, it's abigail mathers, and the person who found her body is the sisters fiance, in questioning. time of death, inconclusive, but would of happened in the last eighteen hours. assuming. ❞

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YOU'RE PROBABLY USED TO THIS. the words revolve on his thoughts for a moment, before shaking his head. ❝ never get used to this, the moment you become desensitized to scenes like this, is the moment you're no longer human. ❞ he answers gruffly. he was a deputy of a small town, before heading into glen ellen eight years ago, scenes like this one weren't common. leading her to the scene, he weaved them through the uniformed cops and detectives talking to the kid that discovered the body. ❝ kid, you find your vices, things that take away from moments like, for some it's drinking, others it's their family, some it's video games. you do what you gotta do to not take it home with you. ❞

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･  ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 

" right. got it. " eager to please && truly, she was grateful, just sick to her stomach and feeling a little less than qualified for this. his words made sense, though - luna had always done what she could to cling to the light in the world. for someone who lived in shadows, her mind was truly optimistic, which made the scene they were coming up on all the more difficult to face. he advised her of vices - and luna looked at him, wondering which were his; what he had to do to find sleep at night. " maybe i should get a dog. " it was only half of a joke. she ducked behind another officer, and then they were there - and all the air in lunara disappeared. " poor thing... what do we know so far ? "

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BROW PIQUED SLIGHTLY, eyes turning away from the vulture beside her and back to the yellow do not cross signs, as if taking one last look. ❝ considering that i'm not the one with answers, i don't have to follow up with anything. ❞ she shrugs, dark hair flicked from her face. ❝ tragic. someone died. it's going to devastated the family. ❞

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MARA WATCHED. watched as if magically the woman pulled a notepad and pen from thin air, right before her eyes and immediately she knew she'd spoken to the wrong person. ❝ not someone worth knowing. ❞ she spoke evasively, a tight line of her lips as she glanced down to the woman poised hand. ❝ passing gossip really, surely not. ❞

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･  ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 

" well . . . you can't say that and not follow up with something , " curious, the reporter chuckled, head tilting as she grew interest in the other. perhaps she'd have let the whole thing go, had the answer not been so intriguing. ivy was smart enough to realize her mistakes, and discreetly, she tucked away the notepad in her blazer. " it's sad, really. "

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❝ . . . take HER name out of your mouth, you don't deserve to mourn. you just love the attention, or do you get bored ? you like the power you have, hope you get caught in the law. ❞

( JOSEFINE FRIDA PETTERSEN + FEMALE + SHE / HER  )     🠒     COME OVER ( AGAIN )   by   crawlers   is  something  that  resonates  with   OLIVIA ARTHUR.  the  receptionist  at  mh mechanical  is  glen  ellen's  very  own   TRAILER TRASH,   who  has  been  in  town  for  twenty eight  years  and  while  they  are  only  twenty eight,    they  can  be  very   DOGMATIC    but  if  their  friends  mentioned  them,    you'd  think  they  were  more STOIC.   in  a  town  where  everyone  knows  everyone,    it's  hard  to  keep  a  secret,     but  i  think  the  killer  knows  that  [  REDACTED  ],     and  it's  bound  to  get  out  sometime  soon.

name:  olivia andrea arthur

nicknames:  ollie, vee.

preferred name:  ollie.

age:  twenty eight.

date of birth: june 4th, 1995.

starsign:  gemini.

faceclaim:  josefine frida pettersen.

hair colour:  white blonde.

eye colour:  blue.

height: 5 foot, 7 inch.

occupation:  receptionist.

hometown:  glen ellen.

children:  none.

tattoos: two, an infinity symbol on her right ankle, a bumblebee outline on her hip.

piercings:  nipples and navel.

signature scent:  fresh linen and tobacco.

parents: marielle arthur

siblings: n/a

family relations: n/a.

* 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓.

nothing has ever been easy for the two ladies, from the very beginning it has only ever been marielle and olivia, a one night stand that was long forgotten before the morning rose, a sixteen year old girl left with a memory she doesn't remember, and yet she embraced that memory with open arms.

like her parents, glen ellen trailer park was the only affordable place, raised in the tall unkempt grass, bubbling laughter and baked beans for dinner, life was life, marielle missed meals in order to fill her daughters belly, they made it work, at least until they could not.

olivia was sixteen when her mother fell quite sick, and things became harder, falling on the shoulders of young olivia and so to take care of her mother and the fastly falling medical bills, olivia got a job at the mechanics, the only place who would take her on, with no skills but a desperation within her to make it work.

she's been working there for over ten years and every time her mother looked to be getting better, she ailed entirely again and so it fell on olivia once more, but she loves her mother more than anything and would do anything for her.

* 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒.

ex boyfriends

lovers

friends

co workers

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❝ . . . when it ends don't wanna let you know, i don't wanna be alone but i, i can feel it take a hold i can feel you take control of who i am and all i've ever know. loving you's the antidote. ❞

( CHARITHRA CHANDRAN + FEMALE + SHE / HER  )     🠒     GOLDEN   by   harry styles   is  something  that  resonates  with   ZURI VISHWAKARMA.  the  sign writer / calligrapher  at  good peoples grocer  is  glen  ellen's  very  own   ARTIST,   who  has  been  in  town  for  fifteen  years  and  while  they  are  only  twenty five,    they  can  be  very   MATERIALISTIC    but  if  their  friends  mentioned  them,    you'd  think  they  were  more CREATIVE.   in  a  town  where  everyone  knows  everyone,    it's  hard  to  keep  a  secret,     but  i  think  the  killer  knows  that  [  REDACTED  ],     and  it's  bound  to  get  out  sometime  soon.

name:  zuri aishya vishwakarma.

nicknames:  zoo.

preferred name:  zuri.

age:  twenty five.

date of birth: september 15th, 1998

starsign:  virgo.

faceclaim:  charithra chandran.

hair colour:  black.

eye colour:  brown.

height: 5 foot, 4 inch.

occupation:  calligrapher / sign writer.

hometown:  san francisco.

children:  one, ellie ( shares her fathers last name )

tattoos: ellie's birthdate on her wrist.

piercings:  two lobe and a helix.

signature scent:  baby powder and strawberries.

parents: sonita vishwakarma, natalia vishwakarma ( step mother ) rahul vishwakarma.

siblings: arjun vishwakarma ( little brother 15 )

family relations: father of ellie, wanted connection.

* 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓.

this was not the life she planned for herself, but it's the life she made anyway. as a child zuri was raised as if she were to be a doctor, a nurse, a dentist, to take after her parents in the field of medicine, however even she knew that would never happen. zuri, from a young age wanted nothing more than to paint, colour, and do whatever she could to make a mess, or so her parents would say.

so it was really no surprise when her childhood was filled with unfinished homework, screaming and crying when not allowed to leave the table until it was done. but the one thing she was always commended on was her attention to detail in the creative things, her study notes looked like digital planners, covered in neat handwriting, cursive headers that looked photoshopped, pictures sketched into the column, so eventually she passed her classes with average grades.

she was twelve when her parents divorced, and it wasn't a big deal, she lived with her dad as her mother was a full time surgeon and her father a dentist with more stable hours, it worked, she stayed with her mother every saturday night, only not when her father and his girlfriend decided to move, only now does she see her mother for the holidays, but soon enough rahul married his girlfriends and they had her brother, arjun, and it was a happy family, natalia was the epitome of loving and she adored bother children, nevermind that zuri wasn't her own flesh and blood.

they moved to glen ellen when zuri was seventeen, having to finish up her senior year at a new school, a school where she met the father of her now child.

it was a sweet high school romance that blossomed into college romances until in her final year of creative arts courses at sonoma state university, she found out she was pregnant and immediate dropped out in order to find work.

it's been two years, ellie being born was the best moment of her life, and she works part time and makes just enough through only graphics for calligraphy and sign writing for the local grocery store.

* 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒.

ellie's father, someone around 25 / 26 - it's an actual wc.

friends from school

co workers.

people who she trusts with ellie

i don't really know okay.

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❝ . . . when i look over my shoulder, what happens then ? what do you think i see ? some other cat looking over . . . over his shoulder at me and he's strange, so strange. he's very strange to me. ❞

( MADELEINE MADDEN + FEMALE + SHE / HER  )     🠒     SEASON OF THE WITCH   by   lana del rey   is  something  that  resonates  with   TYA GARNER.  the  owner  at  garner herbal apothecary  is  glen  ellen's  very  own   WITCH,   who  has  been  in  town  for  ten  years  and  while  they  are  only  twenty seven,    they  can  be  very   MAVERICK    but  if  their  friends  mentioned  them,    you'd  think  they  were  more  CONSIDERATE.   in  a  town  where  everyone  knows  everyone,    it's  hard  to  keep  a  secret,     but  i  think  the  killer  knows  that  [  REDACTED  ],     and  it's  bound  to  get  out  sometime  soon.

name:  tya telia garner.

nicknames:  tye, tee.

preferred name:  tee.

age:  twenty seven.

date of birth: november 1st, 1995.

starsign:  scorpio

faceclaim:  madeleine madden.

hair colour:  black.

eye colour:  brown.

height: 5 foot, 4 inch.

occupation:  owner of garner herbal apothecary.

hometown:  newcastle, australia.

children:  none.

tattoos: one, hidden but a line drawing of her mothers favourite flowers.

piercings:  navel and multiple ear piercings.

signature scent:  lemongrass and lavender.

parents: roserra garner, thomas garner.

siblings: adopted sister, wanted connection.

family relations: n/a.

* 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓.

always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder, keep rosemary by your garden gate, plant lavender for luck and fall in love whenever you can. as superstitious as it may of been, it was something from a movie years ago and something that tya garner had always lived by. she lived with a free spirit and a belief of things many others didn't.

coastal town, surrounded by waters and earth, close enough to a city that you didn't feel cut off but far enough away that you were never overwhelmed, tya grew up in a small picket fenced house in the australian suburbs, with a mother who favoured nature, and a labourer father, at seven, tya became a sister, after years of trying, the garner family decided adoptions was the best way, and after months they fell in love with a little girl the same age as tya and the rest was history.

school came and went, graduating just shy of eighteen, tya was her mothers image, always dirty, always hands deep in the garden, always trying some new herbal remedy. but then thomas' mother fell sick and the need to return home became too great. thomas was never from australia, in fact, he grew up in the town of glen ellen, raised by his mother and grand mother until he decided to travel, where he met roserra.

the garner family packed up with ease, moved their lives across the world to glen ellen, so that thomas could look after his mother, months to settle in, tya decided that she wanted to create something for everyone, and soon enough the apothecary was created.

a safe place of herbal healing and remedies derived from nature all handmade as needed, vegan meals for those who never have time to cook, all homemade by tya and roserra, frozen and ready to heat, hand made clothing from the finest fabrics that a both vegan and made with love, handmade in shop soaps, shampoos, conditioners, masks, you name it, tya had coined it.

the store took a rocky beginning really struggling at first, but in the last few years it has become a staple in the small town.

* 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒.

romantic partner - maybe someone that they've been seeing casually ?

friends

clients

hiking buddies

coffee catchups

book club friends.

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❝ . . . the capillaries in my eyes are bursting, if our love died would that be the worst thing ? for somebody i thought was my savior, you sure make me do, a whole lot of labour. ❞

( KATIE DOUGLAS + FEMALE + SHE / HER  )     🠒     LABOUR   by   paris paloma   is  something  that  resonates  with   LOVE BARLOWE.  the  freelance makeup artist and beauty youtuber  is  glen  ellen's  very  own   INFLUENCER,   who  has  been  in  town  for  seven  years  and  while  they  are  only  twenty seven,    they  can  be  very   CLOSED OFF    but  if  their  friends  mentioned  them,    you'd  think  they  were  more  CREATIVE.   in  a  town  where  everyone  knows  everyone,    it's  hard  to  keep  a  secret,     but  i  think  the  killer  knows  that  [  REDACTED  ],     and  it's  bound  to  get  out  sometime  soon.

name: love raylene barlowe.

nicknames: love, lovey.

preferred name: love.

age: twenty eight.

date of birth: december, 26, 1994.

starsign: capricorn.

faceclaim: katie douglas

hair colour: auburn

eye colour: green.

height: 5 foot, 2 inches.

occupation: makeup artist, influencer

hometown: napa valley.

children: one, ellie barlowe

tattoos: ellie's birthday on her left wrist. cats paw print for her childhood companion on her collarbone. sternum tattoo of floral design tangled with daisys and forget me nots.

piercings: two lobe piercings, navel, helix, tragus and inner conch.

signature scent: yves saint laurent black opium.

parents: tayla barlowe, michael barlowe

siblings: only child

family relations: n/a.

* 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓.

it was a lonely childhood, a house far too big to ever feel like a home, parents far too concerned with their own lives to care all that much about her, an accident that they couldn't remove. often left in the care of nannies, because babysitters were for the lower class. meals were spent alone. homework left unlooked at. she was raised in a cold house, with very little affection.

love learnt from a young age to entertain herself, hours spent reading, painting, colouring, singing, studying, but for most of her childhood, she spent it alone. middle school was just a place to go, she had friends, there was no denying it. compliments to she parents, other parents would mutter as they watched her wander by, manners minded and sweet hello's and smiles to everyone. love was a sweet child, albeit lonely.

the older she grew, the more she told herelf that this wasn't how she would raise her children, a vow she made young and a vow she kept. when high school came, so did a part time job. love didn't need one, not at all, she had enough money to sustain herself for life times over, while they showed little care, her parents often showed their love in the form of bank deposits as they jetted around the globe on business.

a cheerleader, debate team, friend, girlfriend. high school was her picture perfect years, it moved with ease and flowed into college but of course, history finds a way to repeat itself, but it's okay, she's been in a steady relationship for years now, until he stops responding.

pregnant and alone, but it's okay, love is used to being alone, but she's not alone, not really, she has a little bug and that little bug became her everything. she soon bought a little town house in glen ellen, refusing to bring her child up in a cold house, filled it to the brim with love and memories, dropping out of her studies while pregnant and with a newborn.

determination was something she always had, rarely seen. but this only proved how determined she was. making a home on her own. ellie mae barlowe was soon born, though the father never bothered to know of his daughter and she didn't bother to tell him much, he had their address and photos but all messages were left read and she stopped trying eventually.

* 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒.

friends

clients she has regularly.

people who helped her with ellie when she moved.

romantic partners that have never been more.

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❝ . . . you could never know what it's like, your blood, like winter, freezes just like ice. and there's a cold, lonely light that shines from you. you'll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use and do you think this fool could never win ? ❞

( PEDRO PASCAL + MALE + HE / HIM  )     🠒     I'M STILL STANDING   by   elton john   is  something  that  resonates  with   BENJAMIN CONTRERAS.  the  sheriff  at  glen ellen police department  is  glen  ellen's  very  own   ALPHA,   who  has  been  in  town  for  eight  years  and  while  they  are  only  forty nine,    they  can  be  very   WARY    but  if  their  friends  mentioned  them,    you'd  think  they  were  more  CHIVALROUS.   in  a  town  where  everyone  knows  everyone,    it's  hard  to  keep  a  secret,     but  i  think  the  killer  knows  that  [  REDACTED  ],     and  it's  bound  to  get  out  sometime  soon.

name:  benjamin ruiz contreras.

nicknames:  benj, ben.

preferred name:  ben. benjamin.

age:  forty nine.

date of birth: december 31st, 1973.

starsign:  capricorn.

faceclaim:  pedro pascal.

hair colour:  brunette.

eye colour:  brown.

height: 5 foot, 9 inch.

occupation:  glen ellen sheriff.

hometown:  new hampshire.

children:  none.

tattoos: one. his older brothers name on his left shoulder blade.

piercings:  none. had his ear pierced and tongue pierced as a young adult.

signature scent:  whiskey and sandlewood.

parents: maria cabrera - contreras, sebastian contreras.

siblings: julian contreras ( deceased )

family relations: n/a.

* 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓.

halls filled with pictures and mornings filled with breakfast arguments, the contreras family was a lively punch, looked at as outcasts in the more lavish neighbourhoods of new hampton. sebastian, a divorce attorney who worked his way up into the way of celebrities pockets, maria a stay at home wife turned mother.

migrated from chile, the family were a loud, excitable bunch, happy to be there, he was only eight when they arrived in america, and it was always a happy seen, until the death of his brother, most called it a freak accident but it wasn't anything the benjamin could get over, things became morbid, quiet and eventually they settled into a routine.

at twenty four, benjamin joined the police academy, low rank, beat cop to begin with, slowly working his way through the ranks, it took years, he was thirty nine when he finally made deputy, but it was no longer fulfilling, it seemed nothing was ever enough.

he was married once, fresh out of highschool, high school sweethearts, best friends that slowly grew apart, she had needed more than what he could seem to offer, he stuck in a never ending cycle. divorce papers served and an amicable relationship saved before it was too late, the pair had grown apart.

the divorce seemed to be the one this that spurred him on, applying for the position vacant in glen ellen, benjamin packed his life into a few boxes and left. the town with no memories, with a fresh start seemed to invigorate him and within time, he embedded himself in with the people, was depended on and eventually ellected as sheriff.

* 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒.

good friends.

work collegues.

kids that he's taken under his wing.

kids that he tried to help but just don't get along with.

dates that turned into great friendships.

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❝ . . . so you want to piss off your parents, date me to scare them, show them you're all grown up, if long hair and tattoos are what attract you, baby, then you're in luck. and i know it's just a phase, you're not in love with me. you wanna piss of your parents, baby. ❞

( DYLAN O'BRIEN + MALE + HE / HIM  )     🠒     18   by   anabor   is  something  that  resonates  with   FINLAY PAYNE.  the  late night radio host  at  glen ellen fm  is  glen  ellen's  very  own   DIRTBAG,   who  has  been  in  town  for  thirteen years  and  while  they  are  only  thirty one,    they  can  be  very   QUIXOTIC    but  if  their  friends  mentioned  them,    you'd  think  they  were  more  TEMPERMENTAL.   in  a  town  where  everyone  knows  everyone,    it's  hard  to  keep  a  secret,     but  i  think  the  killer  knows  that  [  REDACTED  ],     and  it's  bound  to  get  out  sometime  soon.

name:  finlay patrick payne.

nicknames:  finn.

preferred name:  finn.

age:  thirty one.

date of birth: june 1st, 1992.

starsign:  gemini.

faceclaim:  dylan o'brien.

hair colour:  bleached blonde.

eye colour:  green.

height: 6 foot, 0 inches.

occupation:  late night radio show host.

hometown:  phoenix, arizona.

children:  maybe. but he don't know. ( jokes. )

tattoos: too many to count, has an entire sleeve on this right arm, scattering of random doodles and pictures across the rest of his body and a large back piece dedicated to his grandmother.

piercings:  nose, septum ( that he keeps tucked away ) nipples and tongue.

signature scent:  artificial strawberries and fresh linen.

parents: rebekah payne, father unknown.

siblings: sebastian townsend ( half brother , 3. )

family relations: n/a.

* 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓.

finn doesn't like to talk about his childhood, hell the second he was able to, he fled arizona, just to escape the thoughts. a fatherless boy, with no father at all, with a mother who's next thought was on what could cure the pain. though she never had any pain, it was simply the cravings that seemed to plague her. raised in the nurturing hands of his grandmother, until she died when he was eighteen.

finn was a rough kid, nothing was ever easy, when his grandmother passed he did everything he could to make ends meet, though leaving all her belongings to him, he felt like he wasn't allowed to touch it, so he scraped by and eventually made it out of arizona, but as his money dwindled, he found himself in a shitty apartment in glen ellen and just sort of never left.

soon enough, which no job, the money his grandmother left him began to dwindle and he found himself landing a gig for the radio station, a once off just to make a buck or two, turned into a late night host gig. and he's just never really tried for more.

his years in glen ellen however have created somewhat of a reputation for him, known for sleeping with the wealthy widows and the single mothers, and of course a college footballers girl friend here and there, finn just doesn't seem to care.

* 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒.

sexual partners / age + gender doesn't matter.

friends

work mates

dealers

party buddies

[survivrs]

❝ . . . i can be your sugar when you're fiendin' for that sweet spot. put me in your mouth, baby, and eat it 'til your teeth rot. i can be your cherry, apple, pecan or your key lime, baby, i got everything and so much more than she's got. ❞

( CAMILA MENDES  +  FEMALE  +  SHE  /  HER  )     🠒     CANDY   by   doja cat   is  something  that  resonates  with   AURORA ORTEGA.  the  town events planner  at  glen ellen city council  is  glen  ellen's  very  own   FIREBALL,   who  has  been  in  town  for  two months  and  while  they  are  only  twenty  nine,    they  can  be  very   VAINGLORIOUS    but  if  their  friends  mentioned  them,    you'd  think  they  were  more  EXPRESSIVE.   in  a  town  where  everyone  knows  everyone,    it's  hard  to  keep  a  secret,     but  i  think  the  killer  knows  that  [  REDACTED  ],     and  it's  bound  to  get  out  sometime  soon.

name:  aurora esmerelda ortega

nicknames:  rory.

preferred name:  aurora.

age:  twenty nine

date of birth: january 15th, 1994.

starsign:  capricorn.

faceclaim:  camila mendes

hair colour:  black.

eye colour:  brown.

height: 5 foot, 7 inch.

occupation:  town events planned.

hometown:  manhatten, new york.

children:  none.

tattoos: several. a star behind her right ear. her abuela's name on her left ankle, outline of a heart on her left side thigh, and a swirling floral arrangement on her right side thigh.

piercings:  ear lobes three times, navel.

signature scent:  maison francis kurkdjian a la rose.

parents: rachel murillo - ortega and maximo ortega.

siblings: n/a

family relations: n/a

* 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓.

upper east side penthouse, daddy's a lawyer, mommy's a model. all signs point to power, and aurora, well she'd grown accustomed to having the world at her fingertips. there was never anything she wanted for, if it was caught in her fancy, it was bought for her. whims followed on, and while she had all these things, she didn't have much of a relationship with her family. sure they shared meals and attended events, and were picture perfect but lonely was her childhood.

private school uniforms and socks above the knee turned to nights never home and lines of something in someones apartment. loud music and pink lipstick. one too many shots and waking up not in your own bed. party nights turned to one too many boys and then that floated into something of a settled routine.

eventually, the party scene dulled, but she continued to go, meeting person after person, until she fell into a relationship with someone she shouldn't of. this spiralled, a path of hospital trips for bruised jaws, nights where memories fade, and fingertips grip just that little bit too hard.

moving to glen ellen, an escape and the opposite of where she had been, daddies money still paying the bills as she floats in a new role.

* 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒.

friends with benefits

coffee buddies

gym buddies

council friends

drinking buddies

dealer

[survivrs]

(cocktail meme) charlotte - whiskey sour

[ whiskey sour ] -  what is the biggest lie they ever told someone?

❛ i don't tell lies. ❜ counter intuitive, really. and more often than not, she is believed. she doesn't tell lies, it's a lie in itself but in a way, her lies are never that of malicious intent.

[survivrs]

(cocktail meme) noa - appletini

[ appletini ]   - who do they consider the most important person in their life? why?

she comes first. noa grew up in a family fighting for a spot to be seen, the older she got, the quicker she learnt, that she was the only person she could depend on. the only one with her best interests at heart, is her.

[survivrs]

❝ . . . i'm not a solider, but i'll fight through our darkest of days, get on my shoulders and i'll carry you all the way. 'cause there's no life worth living in if you're not with me in it. i'm not a solider, but you make me wanna be brave. ❞

( ABIGAIL  COWEN  +  FEMALE  +  SHE  /  HER  )     🠒     SOLIDER   by   james tw   is  something  that  resonates  with   CHARLOTTE  MATHERS.  the  shop  assistant  at  record  this!  record  shop  is  glen  ellen's  very  own   PRINCESS,   who  has  been  in  town  for  twenty  six  years  and  while  they  are  only  twenty  six,    they  can  be  very   COVETOUS    but  if  their  friends  mentioned  them,    you'd  think  they  were  more  INFLUENTIAL.   in  a  town  where  everyone  knows  everyone,    it's  hard  to  keep  a  secret,     but  i  think  the  killer  knows  that  [  REDACTED  ],     and  it's  bound  to  get  out  sometime  soon.

name:  charlotte emilia mathers.

nicknames:  charlie, lottie, lots.

preferred name:  lottie, lots.

age:  twenty six.

date of birth: september 28th, 1997.

starsign:  libra.

faceclaim:  abigail cowen.

hair colour:  ginger, red.

eye colour:  blue.

height: 5 foot, 1 inch.

occupation:  shop attendent at record this ! record shop.

hometown:  glen ellen, california.

children:  none.

tattoos: none.

piercings:  two lobe piercings.

signature scent:  tom ford's bitter peach.

parents: dana mathers and open father mathers.

siblings: matthew mathers, open brother mathers. abigail mathers (deceased)

family relations: the jenkins family, cousins.

* 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓.

charlotte had always just been charlotte. average grades, good friends and a love for her family that ran deep. born and raised in glen ellen, nurse for a mother. record shop owner for a father. charlotte's life was normal.

not the eldest, not the youngest, charlotte simply was. born a few years after her brother and a year before her sister abigail, to a moderately well off family, life was just normal. nothing strange. the mathers had always been close, charlotte most certainly a daddy's girl.

growing up, charlotte had always been bossy, not in a cruel way, but even as a child she knew what she wanted and how she'd wanted it and that was always that continued on as she aged.

she was the cheerleader, the prom queen, the yearbook committee, well rounded and happy, her best friend, though a year younger, was always abigail, sure, they each had their own friends, but the bond was strong between the two mathers sisters, each others rocks, each others familiar soulmate.

charlotte didn't travel too far for college, choosing to stay close to home at sonoma state, a business major with a few different electives thrown in. it's where she met akiel and the rest, well that was history. absolutely smitten from the start that through her college years they dated and now, moved back home to glen ellen, in a cute little house, they make their home.

* 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒.

best friends.

friends.

ex boyfriend on good or bad terms

work mates.

gym buddies.

unlikely friends.

bad influences

good influences

[survivrs]

| 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐀𝐀𝐍. @slashcrz !!

THE BOUTIQUE WAS EMPTY. unsurprisingly, considering the crime scene in the city centre, and yet, here she was. at work. was she working ? most certainly not. sat atop the counter, ( as if anyone was coming in today ) adjusting the raspberry stain of her lips in the small compact as the door jingled open. ❝ nice of you to show up. ❞