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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ...

(   CHANDLER KINNEY  +  CIS FEMALE  +  SHE / HER  )     ⸻    meet   ALIYAH  DAVIS.  the  paralegal  at  glenn ellen law is  glen  ellen's  very  own   ALPHA BITCH,   who  has  been  in  town  for  five years. while  they  are  only  twenty three years old,    they  can  be  very   BLUNT    but  if  their  friends  mentioned  them,    you'd  think  they  were  more  FEARLESS.   in  a  town  where  every  one  knows  everyone.

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aliyah is a lesbian queen who takes no shit from anyone . she bounced around foster homes all her life after her biological mother abandoned her at the glenn ellen's fire department .

when she turned eighteen , she was kicked out of the group home and got her file from the social worker and moved to glenn ellen to find her mother .

during her time here , she attended college on a scholarship and is now in law school . she currently works as a paralegal part time .

[bludthirst]

𝖣𝖤𝖢𝖫𝖠𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖥𝖨𝖤𝖣:         #𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗗   𝗢𝗗𝗗𝗦   𝗧𝗢   𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗧   𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡   𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘   𝗢𝗡   𝗔𝗟𝗟   𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦.

𝟬𝟬𝟭.      𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗌.

name:      jasper   ellis   mitchells.         nicknames:      jas,   to   close   friends      +      family.         age:      twenty5.         date   of   birth:      september   nineteenth,   1998.         place   of   birth:      glen   ellen,   california,   usa.         nationality:      american.         gender      +      pronouns:      cis   man,   he/him.         orientation:      bisexual,   biromantic.         zodiac:      virgo.  

𝟬𝟬𝟮. 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗅.

mother:      barely   acknowledged,   no   affection   held.         father:      sperm   donor   at   best.   absent,   negligent,   unimportant.         siblings:      felicity   mitchells,   older   sister.   tommy,   elizabeth,   persephone,   theodore,   hazel,   gabriel,   isaac,      +      harper   mitchells,   younger   siblings.         children:      none.         marital   status:      single,   allegedly.         extended   family:      aunts      +      uncles   on   both   sides,   none   of   whom   he   has   any   contact   with.         pets:      none.

𝟬𝟬𝟯. 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒.

hair:      naturally   dark   brown,   slightly   lighter   highlights.   grown   out,   sits   just   below   jaw   length.   normally   left   loose,   or   tied   into   a   shitty   little   ponytail   /   bun   with   bits   falling   out   all   over   the   place.         eyes:      chocolate   brown,   slight   golden   tinge   when   he   looks   into   the   light.   wide,   framed   by   thick   lashes.         height:      six   foot.         build:      ectomorph         —         lanky,   lean.   moderately   athletic,   courtesy   of   several   rounds   of   running   from   the   cops.         scent:      dove   soap      +      cigarette   smoke,   viktor      +      rolf   spicebomb      (      stolen   from   a   one   night   stand’s   bathroom      ).   black   coffee.   unexpected,   soft   note   of   fabric   softener.         dominant   hand:      right.         allergies:      none.         distinguishing   features:      big   ol’   brown   eyes,   a   shit   -   eating   grin.   dimples   in   both   cheeks,      +      his   back.   a   beauty   mark   just   above   the   left   side   of   his   upper   lip,      +      a   constellation   of   freckles   along   his   collarbone   that,   when   traced,   resemble   the   big   dipper.         tattoos:      a   collection   of   patchwork   tattoos,   including:   dice   on   the   inside   of   his   right   wrist,   a   snake   around   his   left   bicep   that   trails   to   his   elbow.   three   of   swords   on   his   chest.   american   trad   gibson   girl   on   his   left   bicep.   longsword   along   his   spine.   lady   justice   on   the   back   of   his   right   shin.   spiderweb   on   his   left   knee.   twin   snakes   on   each   hip.         piercings:      right   ear,   lobe   pierced.   wears   a   sleeper   in   it.         scars:      nothing   of   any   particular   note.         clothing   style:      thrifted,   if   not   outright   stolen.   primarily   dark   colours      +      soft,   worn   materials         —         favours   crew      +      v   -   neck   shirts,   jeans,   dickies.   most   sweaters   have   patches,   or   holes   near   the   collar.   mightily   uncomfortable   in   formalwear.   almost   always   has   a   hairtie   around   his   wrist.   very   much   lip   gallagher   -   esque.            

𝟬𝟬𝟰. 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾.

occupation:      cinema   attendant      @      the   drive   -   in   theatre.         education:      graduated   high   school,   never   pursued   any   formal   education   after   that.         religion:      atheist.         socioeconomic   standing:      low.         habits:      cracking   his   knuckles      +      neck.   running   his   tongue   over   his   teeth.   rolling   his   eyes.   flinching   at   the   sound   of   sirens      —      unintentional,   but   a   habit   nonetheless.   running   his   goddamned   mouth.         ambitions:      none   of   any   particular   note.

𝟬𝟬𝟱. 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒.

mbti:      intp.         enneagram:      5w4,   the   iconoclast.         element:      earth.            temperament:      choleric.         character   inspirations:      lip   gallagher,   shameless.   tony   stonem,   skins.   nathan   young,   misfits.   jess   mariano,   gilmore   girls.         deadly   sin:      lust.         heavenly   virtue:      diligence.      anthems:      eighteen,   by   anarbour.   seventeen   going   under,   by   sam   fender.   inbred,   by   ethel   cain.   outrunning   karma,   by alec   benjamin.   grand   romantic   life,   by mom   rock. crush, by ethel cain.

𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾.

tba.

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( ELLA PURNELL + CIS WOMAN + SHE / HER  )     ⸻ meet PERSEPHONE 'PENNY' MITCHELLS. the nail technician at tres beux beauty salon is glen ellen's very own BRAINLESS BEAUTY, who has been in town for twenty three years. while they  are  only  twenty three, they  can  be  very   FACETIOUS but  if  their  friends  mentioned  them, you'd  think  they  were  more  EXUBERANT.   in  a  town  where  every  one  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.

BASICS

full names: persephone isabella mitchells. preferred name: penny. gender & pronouns: cis-woman, she / her. sexuality: bisexual. age / birthday: twenty three, birthday tba. occupation: nail technician @ tres beux beauty salon. character traits: +exuberant, +bubbly, +loyal, -facetious, -oblivious, -naïve. siblings: felicity, jasper, tommy, elizabeth, theodore, hazel, gabriel, isaac & harper. faceclaim: ella purnell.

INFO

out of all of the mitchells siblings, persephone had always been a bit of an anomaly. where a majority of them were a little rough around the edges, she was soft and sensitive. even when times were tough, which was essentially all the time, penny was bright and optimistic. any outsider would say she stuck out like a sore thumb, the closest thing to an angel that the mitchells had. it came effortlessly, that was just who she was.

penny has never been the smartest tool in the shed, not by a long shot. to put it bluntly, she'd incredibly stupid and seriously lacking in the braincell department. also naïve and believes nearly everything that other people tell her. it means that she's not very street smart, friends and family have to force her to see things as they truly are before she actually gets it otherwise she's completely oblivious.

what she lacks in brains, penny makes up for in beauty. it's certainly an asset that she knows how to use, considering she's had more boyfriends than the number she can actually physically count to. after any of her relationships breaking down, it wasn't long before there was a new one to take it's place.

fortunate enough to have a best friend in the form of her twin sister, birdie. they're like two peas in an odd little pod. they made the most of their shitty childhood by relying on one another as the other's safe haven. it couldn't hurt that they were so similar, too! at least, as far as penny was concerned.

penny has a bit of a reputation in town for her sex life. anyone around her age has almost definitely heard that she puts out. in fact, it became such a popular rumor back in high school that boys would pay her attention just to try to sleep with her.

she consistently takes up way too many hobbies that she never keeps up with. her current hot interest is roller-skating and to everyone's surprise she's frankly quite good at it.

[roqueds]

 ⸻    meet   DEIZHA DAIVARI.  the  barista  at  bake and bloom  is  glen  ellen’s  very  own   BARBIE DOLL,   who  has  been  in  town  for  twenty four years. while  they  are  only  twenty six,    they  can  be  very   SELF - OBSESSED    but  if  their  friends  mentioned  them,    you’d  think  they  were  more  PERSONABLE.   in  a  town  where  every  one  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. 

                            pinterest. musings. wanted connections.

full name    -—    deizha emilie daivari.  nicknames    -—     none. give her one! occupation    -—     barista at bake and bloom, former almost - influencer.  age    -—     twenty - six.  date of birth    -—     july 23rd. place of birth    -—     glen ellen, california. gender    -—     cis woman.

height    -—     5’4.   eye color    -—      brown.   hair color    -—      brown.  distinguishing features    -—      none.

parents -—  siblings    -—  cassandra moressey ( p. daivari ).   ahmed daivari. step - siblings, wanted connections.   children  -—    none. pets   -—    none.

boy  meets  girl,  girl  meets  boy,  they  fall  and  love,  get  married,  have  a  baby  in  the  carriage  …  or  that's  how  it  was  supposed  to  be.  it  goes  moreso  like  this:  boy  meets  girl,  girl  sees  dollar  signs,  they  get  married,  woman  becomes  distant  but  not  enough  that  he  wants  to  divorce.  that's  the  easy  part  of  it.  cassandra  came  from  her  own  line  of  money,  something  she  never  wanted  to  give  up  for  nothing.  why  do  that  when  you  have  everything  you  could  ever  want  at  the  tip  of  your  fingers?  she  wouldn't  dare.  however  it  was  an  unspoken  requirement  that  she  needs  to  find  someone  as  equal  or  worth  more  than  her  —  her  siblings  did  it,  her  mother  did  it.  family  tradition  if  you  will. 

so  that's  what  she  did.  a  big  beautiful  wedding.  while  ahmed  saw  something  akin  to  love,  cassandra  hear  cash  registers  and  saw  dollar  signs  in  his  eyes.  they  got  married,  and  within  a  year,  deizha  was  born  and  soon  spoiled  absolutely  rotten.  not  that  her  mother  had  much  to  do  with  that,  considering  every  chance  she  got,  the  newborn  was  shuffled  off  to  family  or  to  nannies.  while  her  husband  would  take  constant  trips  to  los  angeles  for  work,  cassandra  would  be  stuck  dealing  with  the  child  —  or,  only  if  she  couldn't  push  her  off  onto  someone  else.

for  what  it's  worth,  deizha  didn't  really  notice  anything  wrong  with  the  family  dynamic  until  she  was  older.  sure,  she  wished  her  mother  would  do  more  than  whisk  her  away  to  be  taken  care  of  by  someone  else,  hand  her  a  card  or  some  cash  and  send  her  on  her  way.  ahmed  tried  his  best,  when  he  was  around.  taking  her  out  to  do  things,  taking  her  places  on  vacations,  actually  spending  time  with  her.  the  best  memories  of  childhood  are  filled  with  him,  cassandra  nowhere  to  be  found.

she's  gone,  one  day  —  there's  very  little  explanations  within  her  10  year  old  earshot.  whispers  of  divorce,  affair,  court.  she's  angry.  gone,  without  a  word,  like  deizha  meant  nothing  to  her.  and  thinking  about  it,  she  probably  didn't. 

things  changed,  from  then  on. 

the  need  for  attention,  if  not  from  her  mother,  than  from  just  about  anyone  else  was  greater  than  more  others.  anything  she  could  to  get  attention,  she  could.  changing  her  appearance  and  fitting  in  with  the  popular  crowd,  anything  to  fit  in.  she  became  cold,  mean  —  beyond  the  typical  teenage  angst,  deizha  was  just  truly  sad.  yes,  she  had  her  father.  he  did  all  he  could  for  her  …  but  what  made  her  mother  just  up  and  leave  without  saying  a  word  to  her?  the  anger  built  up,  bubbled  over  onto  the  floor. 

ahmed  did  everything  he  could  for  even  a  glimpse  at  a  real,  genuine  smile.  bought  her  horses  and  took  her  on  trips.  did  everything  in  his  power  to  be  a  good  father,  and  to  make  sure  that  she  was  provided  for.  the  work  trips  still  went  on,  but  more  often  than  not,  she'd  tag  along  –  that  was  her  first  taste  of  los  angeles,  and  ever  since,  she'd  set  her  eyes  on  walking  on  the  hollywood  boulevard.  no  matter  what,  she'd  get  the  attention  of  millions  of  people.  that's  the  goal,  wasn't  it?  all  eyes  on  her. 

she  became  a  queen  bee,  at  least  to  herself.  the  levels  of  self  esteem  were  so  greatly  exaggerated  that  she  believed  in  them  herself,  delusionally.  a  tornado  of  things  that  eventually  lead  her  to  believe  that  if  her  father  put  the  bill  down,  she  could  do  just  about  anything  —  and  while  not  meaning  to,  acting  just  like  the  woman  who'd  left  her  to  begin  with.  she  doesn't  like  to  think  about  that,  and  every  single  time  the  topics  come  up  it  gets  buried  with  the  fishes.

she  barely  works  her  way  through  school,  graduating  by  the  skin  of  her  teeth  with  the  help  of  whatever  nerd  will  take  a  50  dollar  bribe.  it  was  here  where  she  had  to  make  a  choice:  college,  chase  her  dream  (  of  what?  )  ,  get  a  job.  she  tried  the  job,  first  —  getting  a  job  at  her  father's  high  end  real  estate  in  the  southern  part  of  california  wasn't  necessarily  on  anyone's  bingo  cards,  but  she  could  shoot  a  camera  and  answer  phone  calls  for  clients  (  aka,  just  passing  them  through  to  whoever  they  were  trying  to  speak  to  )  .  it  wasn't  hard,  but  deizha  also  doesn't  do  hard.   

she's  fired  from  the  job,  though  she  could've  puppy-dog  eyed  her  way  into  staying,  but  she  had  her  eyes  set  on  one  place  in  particular.   

goes  to  school  at  a  local  community  college  in  the  los  angeles  area.  at  20,  she  doesn't  have  much  ambition  to  do  anything  productive,  and  while  her  father  had  thought  about  footing  the  bill  for  something  more  ..  prestigious,  if  she  wasn't  going  to  take  it  seriously,  why  would  he?  this  is  where  their  relationship  began  to  become  strained  —  the  real  cause  was  his  new  wife.  after  his  new  marriage,  his  new  wife  began  to  really  take  hold  on  how  spending,  and  how  it  was  towards  deizha.  they  fought,  constantly,  about  how  he  still  babied  his  daughter.  how  she  doesn't  work  for  what  she  has,  how  she  never  has  had  to. 

so,  she  does  —  there's  a  degree  in  marketing  in  there  somewhere,  but  it's  undeserved  (  did  i  mention  more  bribes?  )  and,  frankly,  sitting  useless  in  her  closet  somewhere.  she  did  something  to  appease  her  dad  —  and  get  access  to  the  trust  fund  she  had  set  up  unlocking  at  23.  and  thanks  to  that  lovely  thing,  she  was  able  to  get  her  own  apartment  and  try  to  kick  start  a  career  in  …  something.  instagram,  mostly.

vlogs  were  posted,  though  boring.  photos  posted,  though  remained  unliked  by  the  masses.  she  told  herself  these  things  take  time  —  so  she  tried,  and  tried,  and  tried.  the  thing  is,  it  just  wasn't  working.  as  much  money  as  you  have  (  and  since  she  stopped  taking  ‘donations’  from  her  father  —  thanks  to  you,  witch  of  a  step  -  mother  )  ,  hers?  was  running  out.  not  working.  not  doing  anything  semi-productive.  she's  just   …  there.  like  a  rich  girl  gone  wild.  going  out,  partying,  trying  to  make  connections  that'll  land  her  where  she  wants  and  it  just  doesn't  happen.  in  all  honesty,  it's  kind  of  embarrassing  for  her.  thank  god  the  point  of  instagram  is  to  making  your  life  look  perfect,  not  that  it  actually  has  to  be. 

there's  partial  truths  in  the  reason  that  after  two  years  of  solely  living  in  los  angeles,  that  she's  back:  yes,  she's  back  because  of  her  father's  failing  health.  but  there'  more  to  do  —  something  her  pride  won't  let  her  say  out  loud,  something  she  doesn't  want  to  face  for  her  own  lack  of  ambition.  so  here  she  sits,  working  at  bake  and  bloom  and  trying  to  realign  her  life  choices.  it's  not  going  well.

homegirl  has  been  HUMBLED.  she  feels  as  if  she's  been  entirely  too  wrong  about  the  way  she's  gone  about  things,  especially  as  a  teenager.  she  saw  one  of  those  five  dollar  psychics  who  told  her  to  make  amends  before  it's  too  late  —  now  with  everything  popping  up,  she's  eager  to  do  so  in  order  to  save  her  own  soul. 

a  girly  girl,  almost  to  a  fault.  will  hold  traffic  to  apply  a  lipstick  in  her  car  mirror.  is  always  at  least  twenty  minutes  late  to  every  function,  due  to  deciding  her  outfit.  a  perfectionist,  in  this  aspect,  and  it's  quite  annoying.

still  deeply  insecure,  and  craving  a  connection  she's  unsure  of.  for  what  it's  worth,  she  has  definitely  chilled  out  a  bit  since  high  school,  but  not  by  much.  there's  an  air  of  awkwardness  about  her,  now  that  she's  back,  because  how  can  every  dog  have  it's  day  when  you're  a  loser  who  couldn't  even  crack  10k  instagram  followers  for  a  brand  deal?  that's  a  little  dramatic,  but  that's  how  it  feels. 

has  since  deleted  social  media  upon  returning. 

definitely  a  bit  kinder  than  she  was.  humbled,  i  tell  you. 

KEY PLAYERS : WANTED.

i’d love to see her step - siblings. in my mind, they definitely did not get off on the right foot ( aka, deizha was jealous — of what girl? unclench. ) so now that she’s back, i see a lot of snide comments, rude remarks, general dislike in our midst. their parents got married approximately 3 years ago after a whirlwind romance and ever since, they’ve been together.

give me some old friends she hasn’t spoken to since leaving. in my head she essentially dropped everyone without a word, which, obviously, was not cool deizha!!!

people she’s bullied in the past and is now making amends. and, well, they can forgive or they can laugh in her face. my preferred answer is the former, but forgive and forget is a real thing.

regulars at bake and bloom she gives free things to under the radar. the girl loves to flirt, so if you’re cute then aha-

as kind as she’s trying to be, homegirl still has that mouth on her — so give me people who find her entertaining, people who want to get to know her. people who dislike her after hearing her reputation or people who dislike the things she’s said.

enemies, friends, hookups, exes from los angeles, etc etc.

[caseyfuller]

(   JOE KEERY  +  CIS MALE  +  HE/HIM  )     ⸻    meet   CASEY FULLER.  the  writer/illustrator is  glen  ellen's  very  own   STORYTELLER,   who  has  been  in  town  for  one year.while  they  are  only twenty nine,    they  can  be  very   reclusive    but  if  their  friends  mentioned  them,    you'd  think  they  were  more  level headed.   in  a  town  where  every  one  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.     (     mad  ,  27  ,  pst  ,  they/them .    )

Name: Casey Fuller Nickname: Case Age: 29 Faceclaim: Joe Keery Height: 5'11 Build: Medium Sexual Orientation: Homosexual Relationship Status: Single Education Level: College graduate with a degree in creative writing Occupation: Writer/Illustrator Vices: Alcohol, Cannabis, Gum Favorite Color: Blue & Green Favorite Halloween Candy: Kitkats

Quick Facts

Growing up an only child who didn't make friends easily, Casey quickly became drawn to the written word. An avid reader at a very young age it didn't take long for Casey to soon become interested in writing and jotting down the stories that his overactive imagination came up with. From the start Casey was destined to be a writer. He entered many young authors competitions and while he never won his second place and third place finishes were enough to continue fueling his passion. Along with writing Casey spent a lot of time drawing using that as a medium to get his ideas across when words failed him.

Casey went to college in New York for creative writing where he was absolutely ripped to shreds by his professors. There was always a child-like quality to his writing that was frowned upon by the courses he took. Distraught by the criticism Casey almost gave up on his dream but still finished out his degree even though it wound up with him taking his extensive knowledge of literature and working in a bookstore in NYC.

At the age of twenty-five Casey finally got the idea for a story about two brothers with a magical stone that transports them to distant lands (think of something along the lines of The Magic Tree House series). He pitched the story to some publishers and it became an instant hit amongst young readers which earned Casey a multi book deal.

Eventually Casey got fed up with the hustle and bustle of New York City. A small town boy at heart he decided to move coasts and wound up in Glen Ellen, California for a change of pace.

He is currently working on the third book in the series and has hit a major bout of writer's block. He still has more to say in regards to the series he just doesn't have the words for it and deadlines are swiftly approaching.

When he isn't reading, writing, or drawing Casey is usually playing video games. He's a big fan of RPGs and fantasy games and still is an avid World of Warcraft player in 2023 (you should really see his mount collection).

Casey has never been in a serious relationship (though he desperately wants to be in one). He's had a few flings over the years but people tended to disappoint him or not be interested in taking things to the next level.

He's much more of an introvert than an extrovert. Making friends has never come easy to him but he's tried to put himself out there more after moving to Glen Ellen.

Casey is a DM for D&D and has been looking to start up a new campaign since moving to Glen Ellen. He goes quite over the top with his storytelling and hangs around the local game shop in search of new players (potential wanted connection!).

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Friends

Crush

Fellow coffee shop regulars

Love interest

D&D campaign members

Gaming friends

[unwe11]

(   evan roderick  +  male  +  he/him  )     ⸻    meet   cameron  huxley.  the  lawyer  at  glen ellen law is  glen  ellen's  very  own   nepo   baby,   who  has  been  in  town  for  twenty   eight   years.   while  they  are  only  twenty   eight,    they  can  be  very   tactless    but  if  their  friends  mentioned  them,    you'd  think  they  were  more  resilient.   in  a  town  where  every  one  knows  everyone,    it's  hard  to  keep  a  secret,     but  i  think  the  killer  knows  that   he   [ ... ],     and  it's  bound  to  get  out  sometime  soon.  

basics:

full   name:      cameron   huxley nicknames:      cam gender:      cismale pronouns:      he/him sexuality:      bisexual age:      28 (october 25th) zodiac   sign:      scorpio residence:      lives   in   a   condo   by   himself occupation:      lawyer inspiration:      carmy   berzatto   (the   bear),   jay   white   (aew),   emily   thorne   (revenge),   thomas   shelby   (peaky   blinders),   eddie   brock   (marvel),   annalise   keating   (how   to   get   awy   with   murder)

appearance:

height:      1.85   m piercings:      an   earring   on   the   left   side   which   he   doesn’t   wear   often   anymore other   distinguishing   features:      has   light   freckles   around   his   nose   and   cheeks   which   come   out   more   in   summer

personality:

traits:      spoiled,   lies   more   often   than   he   doesn’t   – mostly   for   his   own   benefit,   resilient,   comes   across   distant   and   cool   because   trust   and   daddy   issues   have   taken   over,   irresponsible,   fails   to   find   good   words   to   describe   his   feelings,   sleeps   in   late   when   he   can,   prone   to   unhealthy   coping   mechanisms   to   keep   his   mind   busy,   bitter   that   he   did   not   get   to   follow   a   career   that   he   actually   likes,   gets   stubborn   when   he   feels   pushed   into   a   corner mental   health:      4/10 physical   health:      9/10 likes:      playground   hours   with   babygirl,   the   color   blue,   wine   over   beer,   night   over   day   time,   silly   humor,   rock   music dislikes:   responsibility,   family   time   with   the   parents,   university   from   the   inside,being   asked   too   many   questions fears:      the   fear   to   disappoint   again,   the   fear   that   ‘this   was   it   –   this   is   life   now’ hobbies:      ice   hockey,   bar   hopping skills:      writing   –   whether   it’s   letters,   poems,   stories,   ice   skating,   running,   persuading   people,   keeping   secrets pet   peeves:      jaw   cracking,   strangers   standing   too   close,   facetime   or   calls   on   speaker   in   public

faves:

ice   cream   flavour:      chocolate time   of   the   day   /   night:      night weather:      crisp   winter   days breakfast   food:      eggs   benedict dinner   food:      pasta   tartufo colours:      blue songs:      don’t   you   remember   – s4lvati0n

bio   &   about: ( tw cheating )

cameron   has   a   good   heart   however,   it   is   often   corrupted   by   expectations   others   have   in   him   that   he   wishes   to   fulfill   but   feels   like   he   cannot.   before   even   getting   together   with   his   girlfriend,   his   father   was   prone   to   push   him   into   the   family   profession   when   he   had   dreams   of   his   own   and   wished   for   a   career   in   sports.   since   he   is   an   only   child   however,   dad   would   not   allow   him   to   chase   after   it.   as   a   silent   apology   dad   would   always   make   sure   to   spoil   his   son,   opening   him   all   doors   necessary   to   become   a   lawyer   –   even   if   that   meant   unusual   ways   to   get   cam   to   graduate   and   find   a   job.   the   ultimate   goal,   the   big   case   dad   wants   him   to   get   on   and   win:   put   the   mysterious   killer   of   glen   ellen   behind   bars!   all   while   maintaining   a   facade   of   a   perfect   family,   of   course,   which   is   why   when   cam   gets   caught   cheating   on   his   girlfriend   in   a   club   he   ends   up   doing   nothing   to   protect   him   –   too   disappointed   to   intervene.   once   the   pictures   hit   the   internet,   social   media   did   its   thing   and   the   family   would   start   distancing   from   cam.   

for   cam,   there’s   just   one   way   to   regain   father’s   benevolence:   do   what   he   wishes   until   he’s   forgiven.   

even   though   he   has   brought   the   situation   upon   himself,   getting   caught   in   the   act   has   made   cameron   paranoid   in   public   settings   and   the   knowledge   of   a   callous   serial   killer   wandering   amongst   them   who   he   is   supposed   to   get   sentenced   (   as   wished   by   his   dad   )   does   necessarily   help   with   that.   as   a   reaction   to   the   paranoia   cam   has   gotten   secretive   and   lies   to   get   himself   out   of   situations   that   make   him   feel   unsafe   (   or   any   situation   in   general,   really ).   he   has   never   lived   outside   of   glen   ellen   but   with   the   rope   slowly   tightening   around   his   neck   the   question   remains   …   fight   or   flight   ?   and   with   his   daughter   still   reminding   him   that   there   is   love   left   in   his   heart   and   someone   more   than   worth   to   keep   fighting   for   …   he   will.

history:

things   weren’t   always   like   this.   cam   wasn’t   always   like   this.   wasn’t   always   so   distant,   so   reserved,   so   disinterested,   so   self-centered.   and   while   he   had   learned   to   detach   himself   from   that   old   self,   from   that   young   boy   who’d   make   his   parents   with   silly   faces,   made   his   friends   care   because   they   could   count   on   him,   because   he   wore   his   heart   on   his   sleeve   …   while   kept   all   of   it   a   faint   memory   …   it   was   still   there   within   him   –   buried   beneath   the   cruelty   of   adulthood,   of   growing   up   before   he’d   been   ready   for   it.   

they   had   finished   school,   excited   for   their   future   – high   school   sweethearts,   sworn   to   stay   together   no   matter   what.   the   challenge   before   them   though,   too   much   for   two   young   adults   who   still   had   to   find   the   right   direction,   still   figured   out   who   they   wanted   to   be.   nine   months   later   cam   had   just   agreed   to   follow   in   his   fathers   footsteps,   had   gotten   into   university   to   gain   a   degree   in   law   –   to   be   prepared   for   the   responsibility   that   they   both   faced   now.   parenthood.   truly,   money   was   not   the   issue   in   it.   it   never   was.   before   they   could   run   short,   dad   would   be   there,   mom   would   write   a   check   – nah.   money   wasn’t   it   even   though   they   were   students   still.   

pressure   grew.   and   that   truly   became   an   issue.   pressure   for   good   grades   to   make   his   family   happy,   pressure   to   spend   as   much   time   as   possible   with   his   girlfriend   and   daughter,   pressure   to   maintain   social   standards   and   the   pressure   of   having   all   those   eyes   on   him   that   expected   him   to   carry   on   his   family   legacy.   

the   more   cam   got   caught   in   the   pressure   …   the   more   distance   he   felt   to   her,   the   more   distance   he   felt   to   himself   and   the   lesser   he   felt   like   he   could   be   himself.   the   world   he   was   born   into   wasn’t   made   for   lovers,   wasn’t   made   for   goofy   boys   who   got   by   with   their   charm.   and   it   was   the   world   his   daughter   was   born   into   as   well.   it   was   the   world   the   huxley   family   had   created.   

one   time.   cameron   slips   one   time   and   it   costs   him   everything.   just   a   night   out   with   the   boys,   just   a   little   distraction   from   the   pressure,   from   the   expectations,   from   it   all.   she   is   beautiful.   the   way   she   dances   for   him,   her   hands   on   him,   her   voice   in   his   ear,   her   lips   against   his   ..   so   easy   to   get   lost   in   it.   easy   until   someone’s   flash   goes   off   as   they   take   a   picture   of   him   and   the   woman   who   definitely   wasn’t   his   girlfriend   –   position   promising   enough   to   tell   what   direction   their   dance   was   headed   in   to.

it   was   tough   to   tell   which   part   of   it   all   was   the   worst:   watching   her   move   out   with   their   daughter,   father’s   response   to   it   or   the   burning   hangover   as   cam   tried   to   sit   through   it   all.

things   change   after   that.   cameron   changes   after   that.   buries   a   version   of   himself   that   had   no   place   left   in   this   world   –   buries   undigested   feelings,   unresolved   situations,   buries   all   that   the   money   of   his   family   cannot   solve   because   in   truth   …   fixing   what   he   had   broken   is   too   frightening   to   try.  

[dexdbolt]

(JEONG  YUNHO  +  CIS  MAN  +  HE/HIM  )     ⸻     meet   KAI  YOON.  the  piercer  at  scorpion  piercings  and  tattoos  is  glen  ellen's  very  own   CHRONIC  HERO,   who  has  been  in  town  for  two  years,     and  while  they  are  only  twenty  five,    they  can  be  very   AFFECTIONATE    but  if  their  friends  mentioned  them,    you'd  think  they  were  more  DEPENDENT.   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.

pinterest + spotify !

STATISTICS

✱ … the basics.

full name : kai yoon birthday : june 26 1999 age : twenty5 gender : cis man pronouns : he + him orientation : bisexual + biromantic

✱ … the appearance.

faceclaim : jeong yunho hair color : dark brown eye color : brown height : 6'1 piercings : ear lobes & a helix notable features : a big toothy grin & long slender fingers

✱ … the personality.

positive traits : extroverted, passionate, affectionate, humorous, confident negative traits : forgetful, stubborn, dependent, irritable mbti : esfp big three : cancer sun, sagittarius moon, libra rising likes : skateboarding, playing the drums, being the one to make a group laugh, partying, learning new things, movies that are so bad they’re good. dislikes : the sound of people chewing with their mouth open, confrontation, the colour orange

CHARACTER STUDY

tbd !

BACKGROUND

tbd !

[lcstsoul]

(   RAHUL  KOHLI  +  CIS  MALE  +  HE  /  HIM  )     ⸻    meet   HARDEV  “DEV”  KAHTRI.  the  firefighter  at  glen ellen fire department is  glen  ellen's  very  own   BLACK  SHEEP,   who  has  been  in  town  for  eighteen years .while  they  are  only  thirty-eight,    they  can  be  very   RESERVED    but  if  their  friends  mentioned  them,    you'd  think  they  were  more  GENTLE.   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.

BASICS.

NAME: hardev kahtri

NICKNAME: dev

AGE: thirty-eight

ORIENTATION: pansexual

OCCUPATION: firefighter

HOBBIES: reading fantasy books, watching horror movies, curling up under a blanket

LIKES: blankets, cosy socks, whiskey, cuddling

DISLIKES: marshmallows, lemon, liars

BIO.

sweet & soft baby

spends his life saving others and then returning to an empty home and curling up with a good book

he's one of the most gentle people you will ever meet and he's just a giant teddy bear, basically

he keeps his cards close to his chest as he's been played around a few times but what he really wants? are a tight knit group of friends and real connections

WANTED.

besties

book club

someone he's saved?

someone to bring him out of his shell?

anything

[jasperlapintine]

(   Matthew Lillard  +  Cis Male  +  He/Him  )     ⸻    Meet   Jasper Lapintin.  The  Medical Administrator  at  Glen Ellen General Hospital  is  Glen  Ellen's  very  own  sly fox, who  has  been  in  town  for  five years. While  they  are  only fifty three, they  can  be  very   taciturn but  if  their  friends  mentioned  them, you'd  think  they  were  more  resilient. In  a  town  where  every  one  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.

“Many foxes grow grey, but few grow good.”

Jasper grew up in a small town as a troublemaker who took pride in his ability to be uncatchable by the local law enforcement. He was thought highly of in his social circle and enjoyed the carefree life of having no responsibilities. 

He was made to give up everything he loved when his unofficial girlfriend gave birth to their daughter. From then onwards he settled down and lived a largely unremarkable life. 

He and his wife grew distant as their daughter entered adulthood. Jasper preferred to be alone and his wife suffered the loneliness. 

After being encouraged to take a paternity test, Jasper found out his daughter was not biologically his. He immediately filed for divorce. 

He left his hometown and moved to Glen Ellen in a last ditch attempt to reinvent himself with no-one holding him back or directing him.

[badblud]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ...

(   KAYLEE KANESHIRO  +  QUEER  +  SHE / THEY  )     ⸻    meet   ASPEN  TAKARA.  the  barista  at  bake and brew, cafe and bakery is  glen  ellen's  very  own   THE BAD LIAR,   who  has  been  in  town  for  two months. while  they  are  only  twenty one,    they  can  be  very   NAIVE    but  if  their  friends  mentioned  them,    you'd  think  they  were  more  ARTISTIC.   in  a  town  where  every  one  knows  everyone.

( editing later )

aspen grew up in a middle class home in austin , texas to two very loving parents and younger twin siblings . she is pansexual and just loves life and art .

after graduating all they wanted to do was create art , and explore the world . after settling into the small town of glenn ellen , aspen has rented out a studio space to create to her heart's content while working at the local bakery as a iced coffee addicted barista .

they are your typical sweet personality who will always lift a helping hand for someone in need .

[bludthirst]

𝖣𝖤𝖢𝖫𝖠𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖥𝖨𝖤𝖣:         #𝗜𝗡   𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥   𝗕𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧   𝗕𝗟𝗨𝗘   𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦,

𝟬𝟬𝟭.      𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗌.

name:      scout   rian   vonnegut.         nicknames:      none.         age:      forty2.         date   of   birth:      january   5th,   1982.         place   of   birth:      glen   ellen,   california,   usa.         nationality:      american.         gender      +      pronouns:      cis   man,   he/him.         orientation:      heterosexual,   heteroromantic.         zodiac:      capricorn.

𝟬𝟬𝟮.      𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗅.

mother:      dolly   ann   vonnegut,   née   dwyer.         father:      owen   christopher   vonnegut.         siblings:      three   younger   siblings,   wcs   to   come.         marital   status:      single,   divorced.         children:      eloise   vonnegut,   twenty1.   daughter.         extended   family:      none   of   any   particular   note.         pets:      the   world’s   most   spoiled   rottweiler,   called   sonny.

𝟬𝟬𝟯.      𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒.

hair:      dirty   blonde.   kept   relatively   short,   but   the   front   is   slightly   longer.   groomed      +      styled   when   it   needs   to   be,   but   the   extent   of   his   day   -   to   -   day   maintenance   of   it   is   raking   his   fingers   through   it.      eyes:      very,   very   blue,   with   flecks   of   green   throughout.   framed   by   blonde   lashes.         height:      six   foot.         build:      ectomorph.   very   lean   musculature,   has   a   runner’s   build.   most   definition   in   his   upper   arms      +      legs.         scent:      dior   sauvage      (      tragically      ).   hint   of   cigarette   smoke.   old,   well   -   loved   leather.         dominant   hand:      right.         allergies:      hayfever,   kiwi   fruit.         distinguishing   features:      spattering   of   freckles   along   the   high   planes   of   his   face.   worry   lines   that   tug   at   the   corners   of   his   eyes      +      mouth.         tattoos:      kanji   that   reads   ‘family’   on   his   right   pectoral.         piercings:      none,   currently.         scars:      a   nearly   -   invisible,   small   white   scar   along   his   right   eyebrow,   from   an   old   piercing.   a   variety   of   small,   unremarkable   scars   along   his   arms      +      hands.         clothing   style:      favours   practical,   comfy   clothing.   almost   always   found   in   blue   jeans      +      a   comfy   t   -   shirt,   complete   with   a   worn   -   in,   comfy   leather   jacket   he’s   owned   since   he   was   twenty3.   if   he   has   to   wear   long   sleeves,   they   end   up   rolled   up   near   his   elbows.   favours   a   neutral   palette.

𝟬𝟬𝟰.      𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾.   

occupation:      deputy   sheriff      @      glen   ellen   police   station.   formerly,   a   police   officer      +      a   detective   with   the   department.         education:      finished   high   school,   never   sought   further   education.         religion:      lapsed   catholic.         socioeconomic   standing:      middle   class.         habits:      staring   off   into   space.   gnawing   at   hangnails      +      dry   spots   on   his   lips.   avoiding   eye   contact.   cracking   his   knuckles.   chain   -   smoking      +      drinking   more   when   stressed,   frustrated.         ambitions:      currently,   to   send   the   sick   bastard   who   killed   abigail   whittaker      +      caroline   jenkins   to   jail.   otherwise,   to   keep   being   a   good   dad      +      to   keep   serving   the   community   that’s   always   looked   out   for   him.

𝟬𝟬𝟱.      𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒.

mbti:      isfj.         enneagram:      8w9,   the   bear.         element:      earth.         temperament:      choleric.         character   inspirations:      charlie   swan,   twilight.   luke   danes,   gilmore   girls.         deadly   sin:      wrath.         heavenly   virtue:      humility.         anthems:      no   light,   no   light,   by   florence      +      the   machine.   (don’t   fear)   the   reaper,   by   blue   oyster   cult.   northern   attitude,   by   noah   kahan.   house   of   the   rising   sun,   by   lauren   o’connell.

𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾.

tba.

[ilbrghtbck]

(   theresa frostad eggesbø  +  female  +  she / her  )     🠒     i think we're alone now  by   annie dirusso   is  something  that  resonates  with   river greene.  the  investigative  reporter at  glen ellen news station is  glen  ellen's  very  own   sleuth,   who  has  been  in  town  for  three  months. while  they  are  only  twenty-seven,    they  can  be  very   uptight    but  if  their  friends  mentioned  them,    you'd  think  they  were  more  determined.   in  a  town  where  every  one  knows  everyone,    it's  hard  to  keep  a  secret,     but  i  think  the  killer  knows  that she's [ REDACTED ]  and  it's  bound  to  get  out  sometime  soon.   i  wonder  if  the  killer  also  thinks  of   red thread connecting the dots, pages torn from a notebook, coffee runs and croissants, bruised wrists and torchlight,   like  i  do,    when  i  think  of  them.   

fullname : river greene hometown : devil hills, nc d.o.b : january 1st, 1996 zodiac : capricorn languages : english tattoos : butterfly on her lower back education : graduate of columbia university occupation : investigative reporter at glen ellen new station hobbies : personality :

a brief history [ under construction ]

[roqueds]

    ⸻    meet   TEAGAN MORA.  the  library aide  at  glen ellen library  is  glen  ellen’s  very  own   TWO SIDED COIN,   who  has  been  in  town  for  twenty three years. while  they  are  only  twenty three,    they  can  be  very   UNRELIABLE    but  if  their  friends  mentioned  them,    you’d  think  they  were  more  CHARMING.   in  a  town  where  every  one  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.   

                            pinterest. musings. wanted connections.

full name    -—    teagan rafeal mora.  nicknames    -—     teags, more tbd. give him one! occupation    -—     college student sometimes, local 'tinker', or akin to someone who takes things and fixes them. definitely coasts by on his parents' money ( in a non - nepo baby kind of way, more like unemployed kind of way ) but most importantly a library aide at glen ellen library / bug bounty hunter in his free time.  age    -—     twenty - three.  date of birth    -—     june 23rd. place of birth    -—     lovington, Illinois. gender    -—     cis man.

height    -—     6’1.   eye color    -—      brown.   hair color    -—      black.  distinguishing features    -—      none.

adoptive parents -—  madeline herrera ( n. ellison ) . adam herrera. biological parents    -—   rhiannon mora ( n. bapista ), biological mother. joel mora.  siblings    -—    wanted connections.   children  -—    none. pets   -—    none.

tw for car accident, death / grief, abandonment, adoption.

rhiannon  is  the  youngest  of  five  children  –  though  they  would  never  be  close  growing  up  or  beyond,  she  was  spoiled  half  to  death,  part  of  the  resentment  for  such  falling  out  of  the  family.  father  was  a  farmer  who  grew  their  own  fresh  fruits  and  vegetables,  and  their  mother  was  the  one  who  ran  the  farmers  market  stand  they  had  to  earn  some  money  every  saturday  (  or,  really,  whenever  she  could  ).  they  had  a  little  stand  against  a  popular  road  which  they  filled  up  everyday  (  or  as  often  as  they  could  when  the  season  dried  up  )  that  helped  create  income,  and  rhiannon’s  father  had  a  deal  with  local  supermarkets  to  sell  their  product.  it  was  successful  enough  that  rhiannon's  mother  could  retire  any  time  she  wanted  to,  but  she  loved  the  locals  and  interacting  with  everyone  —  something  she  instilled  in  her  children. 

joel  and  rhiannon  met  when  rhiannon  was  around  21,  he  was  24  at  a  local  farmers  market  he  was  reluctantly  dragged  along  to.  their  romance  was  whirlwind,  less  than  six  months  go  and  by  the  end  of  it,  she  was  pregnant  and  on  a  road  trip  around  the  country.  her  parents  didn’t  approve,  didn’t  want  her  to  spend  too  much  time  out  of  the  commune,  but  love  makes  you  do  crazy  things.  rhiannon  was  head  over  heels  for  dad,  puppy  dog  kind  of  love  you  want  to  last  forever.  were  they  exactly  fit  to  be  parents?  not  really  -  but  that  didn’t  stop  them  from  trying.  they  were  too  in  love  to  realize  that  they  wouldn't  last.

their  routine  usually  consisted  of  driving  for  many  long  hours,  going  to  national  parks  and  exploring  the  country.  getting  a  motel  at  night  or  sometimes  even  just  sleeping  in  their  car,  doing  whatever  they  wanted.  they  soon  gained  a  small  pop  up  rv  that  they  lived  in  at  night.  they’ve  been  to  almost  every  state  and  by  the  time  teagan  was  a  six  months  old,  he’d  been  to  half  of  the  continental  united  states.  they  were  making  their  way  back  up  north  for  the  summer,  to  enjoy  the  foliage  of  the  northeast  after  being  down  south  for  a  few  months. 

CAR  ACCIDENT  +  DEATH  TW  //  eventually,  they  were  t-boned  on  i-95  after  the  other  driver  was  going  way  over  the  speed  limit  through  the  sharp  90  degree  turn,  hitting  rhiannon’s  side.  the  impact  left  teagan  and  dad  with  scratches,  and  his  mother  without  her  life. 

GRIEF  TW   +     ABANDONMENT  TW     //    dad  wasn’t  prepared.  he’d  come  to  love  rhiannon,  even  more  than  he’d  ever  admit,  but  every  time  he  looks  at  teagan  it’s  a  knife  to  the  gut.  it’s  not  for  a  lack  of  trying.  grief  becomes  too  much  and  by  the  time  three  months  have  passed,  teagan  is  being  left  on   —    on  the  herrera  doorstep,  in  his  carseat,  like  a  cat  in  a  cardboard  box.  birth  certificate  and  note  attached.  the  herrera’s  were  listed  as  teagan’s  god  parents  due  to  their  close  relationship (  his  mother  had  considered  them  practically  family  in  every  regard  since  they  grew  up  on  the  commune  before  leaving )  ,  they  took  him  in.  by  that  time  they  already  had  quite  a  few  kids  and  it  seemed  like  a  no-brainer. 

teagan  was  a  try  everything  once  kid.  always  reckless,  climbing  around  both  inside  and  out  (  famously  got  stuck  in  a  tree  at  five  years  old  when  unsupervised,  had  to  call  the  fire  department.  they  still  tell  the  story  today.  it's  equal  parts  embarrassing  and  funny.  )  .  the  most  important  thing  is  that  he  absorbed  knowledge  of  anything  like  a  sponge.  from  languages  to  niche  interests  teagan  was  someone  who  couldn’t  learn  things  fast  enough.  despite  this,  school  was  never  his  strongest  thing.  didn’t  understand  the  need  to  learn  the  things  they  wanted  him  to,  didn’t  get  their  methods  of  teaching.  by  middle  school,  he  was  pulled  out  and  placed  into  an  essential  free  -  roam  homeschooling  program.  could  learn  about  what  his  interests  were,  invest  his  time  in  whatever  he  wanted.  very  few  workbooks  and  papers  and  testing  —  they  were  happy  to  let  him  to  whatever  as  long  as  he  was  learning  something.

began  learning  code  when  he  was  in  middle  school,  messing  around  with  the  little  baby  programs  and  just  trying  to  change  the  colors  on  his  siblings  form  accounts  and  they'd  give  him  a  dollar.  things  just  skyrocketed  from  there  —  trying  to  craft  minecraft  mods  and  mess  around  in  video  games  to  get  free  stuff.  began  bug  bounties  when  he  was  in  high  school  and  became  obsessed  with  learning  programming  languages.  essentially,  an  all  around  nerd  and  he's  proud  of  it. 

attended  the  local  community  college  and  got  a  degree  in  computer  science  —  as  much  as  he  excelled  in  those  courses,  he  floundered  in  just  about  everyone  else.  graduated  by  the  skin  of  his  teeth,  but  did  it  nonetheless.  currently  works  at  a  library  aide  at  the  local  library,  though  he's  moreso  their  i.t.  person,  if  anyone  asks.

as smart as he is … he’s fucking stupid. no interpersonal conflict, hardly thinks what he’s doing, doesn’t quite understand social cues. takes things too literally. naturally, in a horror movie, he’d be the first kill.

a lover first and foremost. only hates in actuality when he really hates something, but will jest from time to time. little to no actual evil bone in his body, but that can chang----

loyal to a fault. should have and never did drop people who've done him wrong time and time again because he thinks they have good intentions -- they've stayed yet another year and wronged him once again, and teagan took it with a smile on his face. the dog that never bites the hand that hurts, only the one that feeds.

the town annoying little brother. you love him or you hate him, but you know him in some aspect and that's all that matters to him. does anything to attach himself to anyone he can get his hands on, because he loves people of all kinds.

hyperactive golden retriever boy energy. never knows when to shut the fuck up, when to sit still. doesn't know how to read a room and never will. will usually have to be guided in nuanced social situations, or else he'll become the elephant in the room. has the social elegance of a hyperactive dog in a china shop.

seriously just wants to have a laugh. is always cracking jokes at his own expense, but never anyone elses unless he knows them well enough for it to be considered okay. he's not great at social interactions, but he keeps peoples feelings in mind first and foremost.

loves rocks. collects them of all shapes and kids, keeps them in his hoodie pockets to fiddle with when he gets nervous, which is quite often. will give out as presents if he likes you. his gentoo penguin vibe.

KEY PLAYERS : WANTED.

his siblings are at the top of my list if nothing less for the funnies. it’s kind of a free for all, since there’s at least 6 of them, and it’s complete chaos. i think it’d be fun to have their parents as well.

every boyloser needs a girlboss (gender neautral). they’ve been inseparable since childhood and at this point it doesn’t seem to be stopping. they’ve also expanded their friendship into something akin to a friends with benefits type thing, though it’s nothing exclusive and teagan is like :/

every spock, idiot version needs a baddie james kirk fr 💯💯 give me fellow nerds who are cooler than him, those who are friends with him only because he’s a nerd (he did their hw in high school now they feel bad)

people he’s acquired as Older Siblings despite having way too many of them to begin with. will walk into their homes unannounced and eat cereal at their kitchen table.

people he’s made websites for. people who he’s gotten Hidden Information (if u kno what i mean .... ) for. people who see this nerd and think you can fit a lot of crime in this bad boy.

people who feel bad for his skittish puppy looking nature and take him under their wing to make him cool (FAIL!)

misc connects include: weed dealer, former town bullies who bullied him for being a nerd, general menace around town partner, former fling / partner that fizzled bc he has no rizz, party friend who really only likes him because he steals the good beer from his sisters basement fridge, those parents who see him and feel bad bc what is this kid doing? give me that.

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* (   olivia cooke +  female +  she / her  )    🠒   burning down the house by talking heads is something that resonates with MARLENE “MARLA” KIPP.  the cook at glen ellen diner is glen ellen's very own clown school representative, who has been in town for nine years. while they are only twenty-five, they can be very distrustful but if their friends mentioned them, you'd think they were more informal. 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. i wonder if the killer also thinks of thrifted hawaiian shirts, gas station slushies, messy bangs, old, yellow rose-patterned curtains, triple-locking the doors like i do, when i think of them.  

coming soon. 

[lcstsoul]

(  TAYLOR  ZAKHAR - PEREZ  +  CIS  MAN  +  HE  /  HIM  )     ⸻    meet   XAVIER  HARBI.  the  trainer  at  hashtag fitness is  glen  ellen's  very  own   ATHLETE,   who  has  been  in  town  for  ten years while  they  are  only  twenty-seven,    they  can  be  very   IMPULSIVE    but  if  their  friends  mentioned  them,    you'd  think  they  were  more  SPONTANEOUS.   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. 

BASICS.

NAME: xavier harbi

NICKNAME: xavi

AGE: twenty-seven

ORIENTATION: homosexual

OCCUPATION: personal trainer

HOBBIES: sports of any kind, working out, walking his dog

LIKES: sports, lucozade, his dog, doing things spontaneously

DISLIKES: being stuck inside, tea, sitting

BIO.

lil jock !!

impulsive as hell and always enjoys doing fun things but... when it comes to people... unless he's training you? he doesn't really know how to talk to you

especially if you're a cute dude, then he just goes all red and shy

not into anything illegal so don't even try... unless you're really persuasive ofc

he hates being stuck indoors ( unless in the gym ) and is usually out but even though he struggles around people... he loves being around them

WANTED.

bestie

crush

clients

someone who comes with him on dog walks

anything

[fxnalboys]

(FROY  GUTIERREZ  + CIS  MAN   +  HE  /  THEY )     🠒     BLACK MIRROR  by   sophie simmons   is  something  that  resonates  with   CHRISTOPHER  ‘KIT’  ROSALES,  the  writer  is  glen  ellen's  very  own   HOPELESS ROMANTIC,   who  has  been  in  town  for  twenty six years .while  they  are  only  twenty six,    they  can  be  very   CHAOTIC   but  if  their  friends  mentioned  them,    you'd  think  they  were  more  CHARMING.   in  a  town  where  every  one  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.   i  wonder  if  the  killer  also  thinks  of   ocean eyes, skyward stacks of books, pinky promises,    like  i  do,    when  i  think  of  them.  

tw: cancer, death, hospitalization

Life can be pretty fucking shitty, and that all rings especially true when you’re young and think of nothing but the future, of growing up, never truly appreciating the time of your youth. Kit had learned this lesson early on, a child of the system, the byproduct of high school sweetheart love, two so enamored yet unprepared for the harsh reality of the world, so that baby that came out of spurious love would never know his parents, or at the very least those he shared DNA with. Not that it mattered as he never really lived in the system for long as some hopeful couple had wanted a baby for so long, but they just didn’t have any luck, so in some ways Kit was their miracle child. Besides the somewhat cautionary tale that was his birth, life was pretty normal for him, he was good in school, was an honor roll student all the way up until senior year when he was ready to venture out into the world and become a professional. At least, that was the plan, that’s what most young adults did once their high school career was over, go into higher education, get a degree, and make a career out of it. But on a night out with friends, one of the many that he’d come to know a night that was supposed to be like any other, his world turned upside down. Kit had passed out during one of the school’s football games, walking into the parking lot with his friends as they all celebrated the victory, he collapsed as he fell to catch up to them, and that was all he could recall as the darkness that was trying to invade from his peripheral took over.

The diagnosis was adenocarcinoma, and the fainting spell was brought on due to dehydration probably from the upchucking that he had done at home prior, thinking it must’ve been the corn dog he had ate that just didn’t sit with right him. They told him and his family about the available procedures and all that they could offer, and Kit couldn’t think, he couldn’t say a single word, all he could do was sit there and listen as the fear hit him like a truck. It dashed all his hopes and dreams of the future, as it looked grim, but he was up for the fight, as they call it. As if this thing was just another type of battlefield that he was wholly unprepared for, but he wanted to live, so what other choices were there? After a year in treatment, things started to take a turn for the worse, the doctors were giving up hope, and the look on his parents face as they tried to assuage the news didn’t help. Kit was left in that hospital bed looking at all the stories from his friends, moving on with their lives, going off into college, and he was just stagnant, deteriorating, as if his own body was waging a war with itself. After being told he only had maybe less than a year, he decided to spend his few remaining days in a place he had found online. A place that housed kids like him, kids who were terminal and wanted a better way to spend the rest of their remaining days. So as his bags were packed, he ventured off to what might be       the best time in his life.

It felt like Hospice, except all the inhabitants were young, about his age, just young adults that for better or worse, lived their life as best as they could within this abode. He settled in quickly, made friends with the other kids and found in them a second family. They would all do everything together, they’d all tell the wildest stories that they could come up with, say what they would do if they ever got out that place. They’d steal alcohol, drink together, find themselves in the woods making a little bonfire, and Kit figured that it might not be so bad to go if you were surrounded by people who truly loved and cherished you, and knew exactly what you were going through. Kit met a boy, and their feelings for each other sparked quickly, it was beautiful and wild and real, and all the things’ people wish for, so he thought of himself as lucky in that aspect. That he got to experience what felt like love, real love, at least if only even for a little while. They promised they’d marry if they ever got out, but as the story goes, the good times can’t last. It should’ve been obvious given all their circumstances, but it still hurt, hurt like hell to know that seat at the table would never be filled by that person ever again. Here, he began to write, began to immortalize the people he loved in his stories, gave them all the grandeur and fantasy that they deserved. In his stories they got to live, carry out their lives, he gave them adventures, romance, every other amazing thing he could think of that he knew they’d enjoy. Little by little all these stories became a book, the first of many that he would never publish, at least, he didn’t think about it at first, didn’t think he’d ever get to see his work out there in the world. These were just stories he made for his friends, of his friends, and ones that he would keep for life…or at least until his time. Kit experience heartache many other times, as a lot of the faces he knew and loved had vanished, and their big group had dwindled, but even so they never truly left, not while there were pages and lips that said their names.

Then another miracle happened, the miracle baby of his parents got one for himself, new results that said he wasn’t terminal, and that while not fully recovered it meant he could put his life back on track. He was happy, sad, guilty, angry, confused, so many things all at once because…why him? Survivor’s guilt is common, and he knew that, be he didn’t know how visceral it would truly be until he was one himself, a survivor. After he left, he promised to himself to keep them all alive, and he did, his book got published and a bestselling author he became. That one book spawned an entire series, and he had made his friends ever living in those pages that millions of others now read, they fell in love with the same people he did, but they would never truly know how amazing each of them were, not like he did. Now he lives comfortably, playing the same video games one of his friends would’ve raved about, as if he had had kept something each of them loved and carried it with him forever, or as long as that could be. Still, he doesn’t know if he’ll ever find love, or a love as beautiful as his first, survivor’s guilt is a bitch, but it’s the bitch that he carries deep within his heart, and he doesn’t know if there’s anybody who could mend it, those battle scars.