#berwick:intro

[rubyedavenport-blog]

don’t trust the b----

✧ ― (GAGE GOLIGHTLY / 23 / SHE) I swear I saw RUBY DAVENPORT  around the city today. SHE is resided in APT303 and has been living there for 0 DAYS. They are A BARISTA. I also hear SHE is very FLIRTY & STUBBORN, which explains why when you think of them, you’d think of RED LIPSTICK & LEAOPARD PRINT.

in apartment 303

Ruby Erica Davenport was born and raised in a small suburb right outside of Boulder, Colorado, to two loving parents. She had a happy childhood, and was one of the popular kids in high school, dating the quarterback from sophomore year, right up to graduation, and throughout college, which she attended in Boulder.

However, her world came crashing down when her parents divorced after 25 years of being married, just as she was about to get her English degree. Still living at home, the news hit her hard, and when her dad moved out, just to move back in with his new girlfriend, she got too dependent on her boyfriend. In turn, he broke up with her, needing more space, and that’s when Ruby packed her bags, dropped out of college and decided to move to Canada, as far away from everything as possible, while staying on the same continent.

Here in Toronto, she works at Starbucks as a barista, where she loves making fun of people with stupid orders and hipster fake names, and flirting with the customers, hoping to either find true love-- or at least herself.

[kaitoexe-blog]

yo yo yo i am rae and this is my boi kaito. he’s a pretty good boy, i would say, potentially too pure for the universe he lives in. he’s the kind of guy who would make cookies for his coworkers if he actually worked, you know, a real job. he’s just a twitch streamer who makes money off of streaming his attempt at being the entirety of shrek on beat saber and playing old school nintendo games. also a part time titty streamer, if he include the times he goes on stream wearing a crop top just for the lols. anyhow, under the read more you’ll find more about this beautiful boy. HIT ME UP WITH THEM PLOTS THOUGH!!

tw: mentions of child neglect/abuse, dementia

so, he grew up in a household where his parents were more interested in drinking than taking care of him. it wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to by the time he was five and wasn’t really in any danger. sure, sometimes they forgot to feed him, no one was there to comfort him when the monsters under his bed just felt so real, but he had his imaginary friends to keep him company.

his life seemed to turn around when his grandfather came from new york city to visit. it was where his mother was from, and it didn’t take long for his grandfather to take notice that something wasn’t quite right.

his mother tried to play the part of a good mother and wife, cleaning the kitchen and even clean the beer cans and wine bottles off the many surfaces that were in the main rooms of the slightly rundown home. she even made steak and baked potatoes, which kaito was eager to scarf down.

the holes started to crack in the facade within the first four days after his grandpa dean was there. being a functioning alcoholic was never something kaito’s mother was good at and his father never tried to even hide it from his father in law.

there was a lot of yelling and hollering the night before grandpa dean insisted he was moving to little valley. kaito didn’t know why at the time, didn’t know that his grandfather had every intention to protect him and get him away from the horrors of the house.

by the age of seven, kaito was in his grandfather’s custody, dean having gone to court against his own daughter to claim she had no right to care for her child. kaito knew it was never easy for his grandpa, but he never showed it, instead having a pizza night in a pillow fort in the condo his first night there. the small boy never had pizza that wasn’t from the oven and still slightly frozen in places.

dean was an inventor, making gadgets and gizmos that he sold to willing buyers, claiming a certain percent of the earnings made by them. kaito quickly became his little helper, learning all the different kinds of screwdrivers and other tools.

they lived happily together, having his grandfather occasionally go to and from new york for business, but there was always very kind babysitters who took care of him while he was gone. and kaito found himself calling his grandpa simply papa, because it was easier. his grandfather was more of a dad than anyone he had ever known.

middle school came and went uneventfully, other than the occasional teasing about how his eyes were a funny shape and he never had many friends. he didn’t need many friends when he had all the love he could have in his house. during that time, he found video games and the internet, falling deeply into the world of these amazing games. his first game he ever played was sonic on the sega that his grandfather bought him.

high school he got a part-time job as a fast food worker, saving enough money so that he could build his own pc and have a place where he could find a place to play video games on youtube. he had seen many people do it and be successful, it filled him with hope that he could do it to. by the time he was eighteen, he was making his first shitty gameplay of bioshock 2.

by nineteen, he had 340k subscribers and he couldn’t be happier. his grandfather didn’t quite get his excitement, but he still grinned and played along because his boy was happy.

twenty came like a pile of bricks as his grandfather seemed different. it was almost unnoticeable at first, but before he knew it he was asking the same questions over and over again. he constantly asked kaito to buy more milk when his grandfather went with him to the store to buy the milk with him. it became worrying after a few months of it seeming not to get any better.

dementia. that was what the doctor told him with sorrowful eyes and kaito had to hold back tears because he didn’t know what that meant, what he could do to help it, because he knew he couldn’t help his grandfather. the man who helped him his entire life. all he could do was help him the best he could.

it took a few months to become acclimated to the change in dynamic. kaito found himself being his full time carer, but there was a stagnation in his brain disease, often times he would go weeks with clarity in his eyes and a smile on his face. then the weeks turned to just a week, then them to a few days. it was terrible seeing the man he respected turn into a husk of his former self.

he eventually moved to twitch when it became big, finding it easier than editting youtube videos and being able to do it for hours with almost the same income as one video would normally get him in ad cents.

kaito wasn’t happy, not truly, but he had to find a way to fake it to make his grandfather find comfort in the world that was becoming more and more foreign to him. kaito in the beginning of the last year had to take up sleeping on the couch, simply to be around if his grandfather walked out of his room in the middle of the night, thinking that he needed to go to work or to the grocery store.

it wasn’t easy but it was his life.

[albyoriordan-blog]

Alby Quinn O’Riordan

Hey gang! I’m Len. I’m 26, and I prefer they/them pronouns. I used to play this dear, a while ago, in another RP, but I’d like to continue his story a few years after the events of that RP (with a few tweaks because it was a very specific themed RP). I look forward to getting to know y’all! ^^ 

(p.s. my ‘w’ and ‘t’ keys are giving me a bit of grief right now, so if you come across a missing one or a couple extras, I’m really sorry! I’m supposed to have my computer serviced ASAP

EDIT: It’s going in for a service tomorrow but I’ve been assured that it shouldn’t take too long because it should just be an issue with the keys. I’m hoping to take a quick hiatus and just waiting to hear back from the admins re. that as well, sorry!)

Alby Quinn O’Riordan was born on the 18th of January, 1983, to a young, single mother in Dungarvan, County Waterford, Ireland. 

His mother, Rose, was born and raised in Cobh, County Cork, and was 16 when she fell pregnant with him to a local boy, her childhood friend. Her parents were devout Catholics, and her father couldn’t accept that his youngest child had betrayed him, so the young woman was turned out of house and home. She made her way north along the coast to the town of Dungarvan, where she was able to make a life for herself there. 

When Alby was 5 years old, he and his mother immigrated to America, where his mother got work in an Irish Pub called ‘Murphy’s’ in New York City. The elderly couple who owned it had lost their only son at a young age and adopted the hardworking Rose and her young son as their own. 

A year later, his father walked back into the lives of Rose and Alby for the first time in the young man's life. He hadn’t known Rose had been pregnant, only to learn about it after she had left town. Over the next few years, his parents would rebuild their relationship, giving him three siblings in the space of 30 years. With the last sibling, Dana Gwynn, born when Alby was 26. 

Ten years later, Alby’s adoptive grandparents retired to Mrs. Murphy’s home city of Toronto and left the pub to their adopted daughter. 

Alby grew up loving to dance and paint. From a young age, his mother had him in dance classes - with ballet being a particular favourite of his. It was here that he would meet his first love. Harry Park was a young Korean boy who had been born in the city to two immigrant parents, and the two immediately hit it off. They were inseparable and soon became a couple. 

The two boys dated for almost two years before Harry was killed in an unprovoked attack on his 18th birthday. The teenaged couple had been walking back to the Park’s apartment, discussing their plans to move in together that summer for college, when they were jumped by four boys from their high school. They had been given a lot of shit in the past by these particular boys, with the hot-headed Alby getting into physical altercations a number of times. This time, however, they went for Harry and he didn’t make it out. Alby was left beaten and bloodied and scarred of love. 

Fast forward almost 5 years, Alby would fall in love for the second time in his life. He was covering a shift at his mother’s pub the summer after he graduated college with a degree in High School Education when in walked Evan Sullivan, the man who would, in 14 short months, become his husband. 

Friendship came easy to Evan and Alby, with the two men becoming fast friends. No friendship had ever been so easy for the Irishman, especially not after Tom. One of the things that made their relationship so easy was the fact that Evan was a straight man. Despite their friendship and their different sexual preferences, their friendship was riddled with sexual tension and attraction. Evan was everything Harry hadn’t been. Evan was strong and masculine, where Harry had been delicate and androgynous. Evan had blond-haired, blue eyes, and tanned skin, whereas Harry had had dark hair and eyes, and fair skin. Evan was loud and extroverted, whereas Harry had been quiet and reserved. Evan was a cop, but Harry had wanted to be a ballerino. The two did share, however, a wicked sense of humour. 

Alby shouldn’t have wanted him, he was off-limits, but he wanted him desperately.

Six months into their friendship, after a boys night out, the two men shared their first kiss. It was hot and passionate and filled with promise. It was a drug and Alby was hooked. Evan reacted badly to the kiss, severing ties with Alby and sending the Irishman into a deep funk. 

Their separation barely lasted a week, with Evan showing up to Alby’s apartment, looking just as wrecked as he felt. The blond explained that he’d been in the closet since he’d been a teen and feared his homophobic father’s wrath. The week he’d spent apart from Alby, however, had helped him to see that his relationship with the Irishman and being true to himself was more important than his fear of his father, but they decided to take things slow and started seeing each secretly. 

The secret relationship soon became too much for Alby, who found himself falling in love with the blond and he came clean. He couldn’t understand why Evan was so desperate to keep their budding love hidden from the world when Alby only wanted to shout it from the rooftop. The two fought once more with horrible words spoken by both parties and they went their separate ways. 

On his way home, however, Alby’s uber got into an accident, with his driver and one other driver dying on the scene. While Alby was badly hurt, he survived with a little memory loss - which soon healed - and a large scar down the left side of his face reaching from his brow to his jaw. Evan barely left his side the entire time he was in the hospital and not long after he was discharged, the two were engaged. Like their courtship, they had a whirlwind engagement and married quickly, the two settling easily into married life. After a scare as big as almost losing each other, they didn’t want to waste another moment apart. Evan’s father, Steven, disowned him, but his mother, Helen, supported them fully - even going as far as to leave Mark for how badly he had treated their son. Alby’s parents had always been supportive of their son and they soon fell into playing happy families, welcoming Helen as one of their own.

Not long after tying the knot, Alby left his job as a teacher. His heart had never really been in the job, and he much preferred working one-on-one or with small groups of kids. Unsure of what to do, he took over running the pub for his mother who had her hands full with a surprise pregnancy as a way to earn money and pass the time until the right job came along. He found the job came easy to him having grown up in that environment, often doing his homework at that very bar, and he enjoyed how busy it kept him. He found himself thriving in the position. It was the perfect job for someone as friendly and extroverted as himself. A year later, it was his.

After a year of marriage, Evan and Alby decided to begin the process to have a child. Alby’s maternal cousin, Katie offered to be their surrogate and they used Evan’s sperm. They went to therapy with Katie to make sure this was right and the process took them another year before they were ready to do the embryo transfer. Their first attempt not only took, but the embryo ended up splitting and almost 38 weeks later, their twin boys Asher Fionn and Felix Cole were born on the 1st of November, 2009.

Alby and Evan O’Riordan were married nine happy years before they were torn apart. Evan had been made a sergeant early in their marriage before progressing to dog squad, and rarely saw much active duty as their marriage progressed. He hadn’t even been on the job when his life had been cut short. He had taken their dogs (three German Shepards - two of which were retired police dogs both past partner’s of Evan’s, and the third being his current partner) for a jog when he was shot in a mugging gone wrong. Jess and Duke, were shot and killed trying to protect their master, while Skipper - their son - was badly injured trying to do the same. Alby had been distraught when he’d received the news and closed off once again. The only thing that kept him going where their boys, Tricks and Skipper.

On the day he buried Evan, Alby O’Riordan sold the pub and the flat they’d made their home above it. He’d initially tried to give it back to his mother, but she and his father had taken his younger sisters and moved to Toronto three years earlier, to be with her elderly adoptive parents, and they weren’t planning on ever moving back. 

There was nothing keeping them in New York any longer. No matter where he went, he was reminded of his husband and the life they had shared together. With the money he made on the flat, he purchased an apartment just big enough for his family’s needs and moved his broken family to Toronto. He needed his parents. His boys needed their grandparents. He needed to heal. 

Alby hadn’t planned on opening a new pub at all, let alone so soon after his loss, but he found one desperately in need of repair and threw himself into fixing it up. It was slow going, with Alby juggling family commitments and his mother trying to make him have a social life, but a year and a half after moving to Toronto, O’Riordan’s Irish Pub was open for business. 

The Irishman is still very much in his own shell. He puts on a strong act for his family and a cheery expression at the pub, but he’s heard speculation over why his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He’s friendly and charming and always willing to lend an ear, but he never opens up beyond surface-level information. He doesn’t really let anyone close to him, though he knows he has to. Eventually, he’s going to have to let someone in. It isn’t healthy to keep such dark feelings and emotions bottled up. He has others relying on him after all. Alby's just not sure if he’s ready for that, but maybe one day.