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── ( ashton sanders. 27. nonbinary. they/them. ) thank god you’re here, man - have you seen CARNELIAN ST. GERMAIN anywhere? i totally lost them after their rendition of blank generation by richard hell last night. no? they’re like, aye - high and go to PALLADIAN - i think they’re a GRAD STUDENT studying SOUND DESIGN? but who knows, these days. all i know is that they’re OVERWROUGHT, QUIXOTIC and a PISCES . last night they kept going on and on about how they won MOST LIKELY TO CATCH A STAR IN THE PALM OF THEIR HANDS last year, which is cool and whatever, but i just wouldn’t expect it out of them, considering they’re so, like, EFFULGENT AND SEDULOUS, you know? anyways - i’m going to check down by the friday produce markets, i think that’s where they like to hang. text me if you see them, okay? bye! / as penned by me. james.

...content warnings for... anxiety & drug use ( marijuana ).

student file.

full name — carnelian laramie st. germain.

nickname(s) — carn; neil ( if you hate carn and want them to di– ); lars ( steven universe tease, only if you hate carn and want them to di– twice over ); laramoo ( mothers, affectionately; siblings, maliciously ); red.

place of birth — mousehole, united kingdom.

date of birth & age — march 8th, 1998. twenty7.

gender / pronouns — agender, they / them.

sexuality — queer.

major — sound design, with a past degree in marine conservation & a minor in astronomy.

astrology — pisces sun, cancer moon, cancer rising.

dormitory — their bed is nestled tight and cozy into the corner of the room and beneath a window in which cool air slips beneath. always made, always tidy - items kept sparse, but dear. two guitars besides a bedside table filled with crystals and incense, a cigarette case of spliffs. record player and accompanying vinyls laid on the floor besides it; walls adorned with posters and photos, years of memories spent at st. cuthbert and palladian. clothes mostly existing only on a single rack.

interests — punk and any variation of it, especially ska. any instrument involving blowing, strumming, or any variation of fondling. reading the daily horoscopes; shuffling tarot cards and pretending their word is law ( sometimes it is ). smoking in any capacity. crying during 80's power ballads. their family. the stars and all their constellations; moonlight. charging their crystals. bonfires. camping, but only in groups of five. thrifting. hand - sewn clothing. cooking for others. curating mixtapes and playlists. flora and fauna native to the uk. underground raves. getting lost inside the woods. dungeons and dragons.

aversions — riding their bike into ditches and creeks for the 5th time that week. the come down after a particularly nice high. the color greige because it's fake and shouldn't exist. invasive species. the time they almost drowned in aforementioned creek. industry plants; both nuclear and hollywood. calling modern fans of punk "posers"; elitism. snobbery. their never - ending spiral of thoughts. seafood when they're too in land for it to be fresh ( usually ). not being listened to; their concerns�� being turned into mockery. thrill seeker behavior because they are not trying to die while white water rafting.

quirks — constantly drums their fingers against any surface present; whether it's a table or their own thigh. uses hand gestures often. bleaches their hair, lathers it in oil, then dyes it every week in a vicious cycle of damaged hair. accidentally ate selenite once; it wasn't a great time. cycles around instead of drives because it's better for the planet. curates playlists for every situation; including breakups. will send it to the person they're meant for.

most played — sound system by operation ivy.

notable features — more tattoos than bare skin; charms sewn into every hemline, hanging from every piercing adorning nose and lip and brow.

general disposition — like they're about to shit themselves out of fear & excitement, maybe both.

character study — ben hargreeves ( the umbrella academy ) & seth cohen ( the oc ).

public record.

born on the rocking lull of a houseboat with too many layers, too many floors built upon itself from too many generations before; carnelian is the middle child of the st. germains, smack dab in the middle. a family of fishermen and superstitions, carnelian knows mostly of the ocean, of the night sky that hovers above it and whose stars reflect against the waves, twinkling bright and shiny. grows up on early mornings at sea, before the sun dares to rise against the horizon - on the scent of seawater and zinc, of dead fish hauled back to shore.

the houseboat that never strays from the docks, unlike their family's fisher vessel, rocks with the constant movement of a bustling family who rarely rests. constant visits into town; the children to school, their father to the fishing market, their mother to the smallest cottage in town, shrouded by overgrown hedge and towering tree. a place of healing, of fortunes told and spirits settled. they're all raised on it - on spirituality, of being in tune with not only yourself, but the world around you, whether being or nature.

the st. carnelians aren't wealthy, but they're comfortable; decades of the same family, the same business - name heard across the fishing ports that surround their town. clothes are still sewn when worn out, patched lovingly by hand with every hole, every tear. a heart charm hidden within every sleeve, affirmations sewn against every hem as if spellwork. they're raised to have their own ambitions, their own dreams; their own deities to pray upon - their own paths to lead. some of carnelian's siblings stay close to town, ambitions tied directly to their family, to the business that keeps them afloat. others leave when they are ready; knowing one day they'll make the trek back home, regardless of where they land.

carnelian's fate doesn't lie within the houseboat, that much they know - too much love for land, despite the comforts of sea. too much love for the comfort of someone else's van filled with more smoke than air, for playing 80s power ballads in their school's sports hall to a dwindling crowd. there's a life out there carnelian wants to live, desperately, despite the heaviness that cannot help but collect in the crevices of their ribs at the thought of leaving home.

they take their guitars and their tarot cards, their prized vinyls and their crystals, the hefty scholarship that only pushes them further towards some semblance of a dream - and head to st. cuthbert's. it's not far, yet it's still too much of a distance; homesickness lodged in their throat, laced in their words. they adapt - as st. germains do - but it takes time; so much time.

double majored in marine conservation and sound design; carn's days are split between palladian's music studios and forty minute commutes to the dearest shore, music theory and biology. at the end of their four years, it's not marine conservation they keep pursuing - not fishing, not the ocean; it's music.

personal details.

spiritual & superstitious; believes in spirits caught between here and the afterlife, in the tales of one's life being told in the palm of their hand, in the power of the stars and how they're a deciding factor in fate. believes in salt thrown over the shoulder, four leaf clovers and other good luck charms, in saying good morning to a lone magpie; in other superstitions family - taught, family - wary.

very big on astrology and tarot cards; is often seen shuffling a deck and offering another their daily card. looks to the stars for guidance, the cards for the path they choose everyday.

has taking up the habit & hobby of mending their own clothes and is useful with a sewing needle; has inherited the trait of sewing & intertwining little charms onto their sleeves, collars, hems, laces, and whatnots. it keeps them close to home.

retouches their hair every other week; usually it's a shade of green, but will occasionally walk around with a fully bleached head. tattoos adorn every inch of their body, too many to count - and has more than a few piercings.

carn has always been good with instruments - not prodigy levels by any means, but can hold their own down. is awfully humble about it - more private shows than live concerts, but still enjoys performing with others. particularly fond of ska punk ( always received poorly ) and turning 80's synth pop classics into acoustic ballads. has cried during them before.

anxiety / drug use; believes strongly in self - medication; likes the feeling of melting into the backseat of someone's car, or into their couch, or dissolved into the air. says it's to help manage their anxiety - which isn't false! it never stops them, not completely; but it does hinder them. makes it harder to go about their day - to - day life.

is kind to every person they meet by default; it's their natural state of being - but first impressions are always lasting, and how much carnelian trusts you is determinant on them. despite their friendliness and loyalty to their friends, the same trust isn't easily given, and they're naturally skeptical of other people. but always kind - always giving more of themselves than they should to their friends. the clothes off their own back kind of person.

in the same breath, carnelian is so incredibly nosy. purposefully seeks out information, if only to hold onto it. isn't the type to gossip idly, or spread rumors - the secret keeper of secret keepers - but they just like to know. likes to know how people tick, what makes them the way they are; what context to put to their actions.

has a tendency to be a little self - righteous and holier - than - though; they think they know the best out of anyone, and can be a little arrogant at times in a way that isn't entirely annoying. but still a little annoying. and yet, hypocritically, they're hopelessly idealistic and shit at advice because of it. a big advocate of dropping everything to follow your heart.

other than that, they're level - headed; tries to keep calm when everything else has gone to shit, because that's what carn has been taught to do. the one to warn against risk and danger, while also going along with it due to their inability to not support their friends.

has trouble accepting change, even though it's an indisputable part of life and will happen regardless. they've changed so many times, and each time feels like parts of them being picked apart and slotted elsewhere. they don't cope well with loss, or shifts in their friendships, or tension that lasts for more than a few days. will always fold first.

desired plots.

i'm keeping this here so it matches all my other intros but i've got nothing rn. check back later�� WHAT DO U WANT FROM ME!!