#coyoteintro

[rycnkim]

[ CHARLES MELTON, 29, CIS MALE, HE/HIM ] welcome to nashville! have you met RYAN KIM? i remember seeing them down by CLADDAGH the other night drinking an IRISH COFFEE. if you need something they work at CLADDAGH as SECURITY. some people say they can be -IMPULSIVE & SELF RIGHTEOUS, but i always like to say they’re +KIND HEARTED & GENEROUS. you should go say hello and let them know we sent you! [ paige, 24, she/her, gmt ]

ooc; it’s paige again!! here’s some info on this SoftTM security guard <33

Content Warning; Death mention

About Ryan

Ryan’s another one from some small town and his case, the only way out was through football. Football meant a scholarship which meant college, making his dad proud and graduating at the top of his class. He did it too, you know? He was actually a bit of hot shot in high school games but a now-healed injury knocked a football career off the table which was chill. His grades more than spoke for themselves.

He was going to be a lawyer; that was the dream. Ryan was less interested in intellectual arguing and protecting the 1% and more interested in justice, taking and winning the cases no one else does. Ryan’s always been a little self-righteous with a ‘black and white, no grey’ outlook on life.

Always a sweetheart, maybe even a little romantic, he never had time for relationships. Sure, he wants to be in love one day but it he always felt that was something he could put off for another year or so. Ryan had all the time in the world.

Well, that’s what he always thought. Then something happened: his dad died. It was some freak accident with no one to blame and no justice anyone could get. After that... Ryan’s heart wasn’t in it anymore. He quit, he ran, he wound up in Nashville working security at the Claddagh.

Ryan’d still rather use his words than fists, he’s even a little bit of pacifist but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t have a little bit of a saviour complex. Someone has to stand in and be the hero and well, usually it’s him. He’s got a low tolerance for nonsense. Occasionally he might lose his cool.

He’s kinda quiet, keeps himself to himself, is a bit of a mystery outside of work.

His mom is moving on now and it’s kinda hard for him to accept even though he is happy for her.

Isn’t into the Claddagh vs Coyote tension. But ah...secretly...might want to switch bars for working security. SH...

Extras

A private*TM* person.

Probably a wild rumour or two about him around the Claddagh about his mysterious backstory and whether or not he’s single lol.

Has a one eyed rescue cat called ‘Hook’.

An Aquarius who’s bad at dating but wants to #connect.

Wanted Connections

Again, any friends, family, romantic/platonic, enemies etc connections would be fab!! Some suggestions below:

I don’t have a fully formed reason why he might want to switch jobs yet but maybe some Coyote connections could come into play?

A workout buddy: they can be really close or just bond over getting shredded!

He defended your honour and it was chill or you rolled your eyes to this day over it.

You matched on online dating!

You’re a regular at Claddagh and he’s made sure you got home alright.

A neighbour?? / Live in the same building?

[billiemarquez]

stats: Billie Marquez, 26 (b. July 16th, 1993.) she/hers (cis woman.) occupation: session musician at Gold Star Recording Studios (guitar, vocals) / singer-songwriter working the Nashville scene drinks: Sidecar, Corpse Reviver, whiskey sour, pomegranate margarita

sounds like: Lera Lynn, Marika Hackman, Larkin Poe, Billie Marten, Ruby Friedman

+ driven. charming. adventurous. observant. – fickle. self-destructive. macabre. private.

misc. likes banter, likes fun, is laidback and Chill TM. bi af. loves a good boot, enjoys bolo ties, has a pen on her at all times. lighter, too, though she doesn’t really smoke. enjoys a good Bad Idea. dresses like if morticia addams was into southern / southwestern gothic and disco, with a pitstop at hollywood glam & marty robbins’ wardrobe. macabre. likes a good murder ballad. jokes to Cope.

history

( tw physical/verbal domestic / child abuse, murder and suicide, death of parents, implied self-destructive behavior. tl;dr at the end )

The version of Billie Marquez that Billie willingly presents, is this:

City like Nashville, everyone’s got a sob story. Hers isn’t any different – her parents were fucked up, and they fucked her over in the process, but now, it’s water under the bridge, nothing to worry about. She’s got a job, got a roof over her head, and hey – I’m here, ain’t I? Dig a little deeper, get to know her a little more, and she might tell you that her uncle took her in when she was 16. She’ll tell you her parents died in a way that implies it’s an accident, and she’ll tell you that the guitar’s the only constant in her life, ‘sides her aforementioned uncle.

The version of Billie Marquez that Billie has tried to bury, is this:

She remembers it with startling clarity: the sound of crickets in the nearby field, the buzz of the street lamp flickering out overhead. The car that drove past her some ten minutes before she stood out on the porch, red taillights burned into her memory, by virtue of being the last thing of note before her existence upended itself.

If her life was a movie, she’d be saying I’d felt something was off ever since I got off my shift. Couldn’t shake the feeling the whole ride home – but truth is, that evening didn’t feel any more wrong than usual. Her parents fought and Billie drowned it out with her guitar; that was how shit went. For as long as she could remember, the two of them would scream themselves hoarse, eager to break something – themselves or each other, two ill-fitting pieces who had tried and failed to make a home. Hell, she came away with a couple bruises of her own; could smell the booze rolling off them, even on the good days. It was bad, sure. But she still didn’t have a clue about what she’d be coming home to, that night.

The gunshot echoed through her, left her cold as a ghost despite the warmth of a Texan summer.

Mama, dead on the kitchen floor, long-gone by the time Billie came in. Daddy, in his arm chair, shotgun still warm.

She called the cops. Then she threw up, right in the kitchen sink, the stink of hot bile and fry grease clinging to her like it would never leave.

No note. Nothing to explain what had happened, why it happened – if she might have died, too, if it hadn’t been for the extra shift she’d picked up at the last minute. (Could she have stopped it? Done something different? Changed the outcome? She hasn’t found the answer, yet.)

They had no family to speak of in Texas, and besides, Billie didn’t want to stay. Calling her uncle was a last minute idea, the plea of a kid at the end of the line. Mama rarely spoke of her older brother, but when she did – when she had – it had been highly, and never in the company of daddy. Things had gone sour, that much Billie knew. The band hadn’t worked out, and when her uncle kept booking jobs, it had left her father bitter.

“Hey– is this Stavo Marquez?” “—Gabriela? Is that you?” “No. It’s– Billie. I’m your niece? I, uh..”

Mama was right. Her brother was a good man, decent and kind, the type who took in his estranged niece and came all the way to Texas to bring her back to Nashville. The kind of man who may not have fathered her, but who became her dad, who saw the talent in her and mentored it further.

The version of Billie Marquez that Billie likes most, is this:

She booked a job because she’s Billie, not Stavo Marquez’ niece; and then she kept booking them because she’s fucking good at what she does. Her guitar and her singing got her through her childhood, got her through those first months in Nashville, and has kept her going ever since. It’s her most singular obsession, the woman a devil at the strings. She’s happiest when she’s working, and her hours in-between her steady gig as a session musician, or going over her own material, are spent roaming oddity shops and the two bars closest to Gold Star Recording Studios – Coyote Ugly and Claddagh. She’s been a regular that bounces between the two for a few years now, leaving her well-acquainted with both scenes. She’s known to be flighty – she falls in and out of love, and while she never tries to be cruel about it, it’s a known fact around the neighbourhood that Billie’s not the kind that sticks around. She likes fun, likes to feel mindless, enjoys the banter and spectacle of the two bars; fuck it, she even participates in it, sometimes. She works hard and plays hard, because if she stops, she’ll have to think about that house back in Texas, and that’s the last thing she wants.

TL;DR

– grew up in an abusive home in Texas with two alcoholic parents. – the year Billie turned 16, her father killed her mother, and then himself. she doesn’t know why, and it haunts her more than she wants to admit. – she moved to Nashville to live with her uncle, a well-known musician among the Nashville industry. she took his (and her mother’s) last name. – she’s a very talented artist in her own right, and has a steady job at Gold Star Recording Studios as one of their most-booked session musicians. she does guitar (both electric and acoustic) and vocals, and has been dabbling at the piano as well. – loves love, loves to be loved, fucking Sucks at loving others: she doesn’t keep people around for long, and is the kind of dummy that would like to somehow stay friends with her exes. as much as it’s true that Billie’s better at being friends, she’s the one that breaks things off, and it tends to leave people with a sour taste in their mouth.

wanted connections (more TBA)

( i’m super into just seeing where characters go, so if you want a thread but wanna check the chemistry before you hit the past connections, don’t be afraid to hit me up! we can just toss ‘em together and see where it goes✨ )

friends – Garrett ‘Doc’ Reese, ? While Coyote Ugly’s her current go-to, she’s been flitting about for years, Claddagh right across the street. She’s friendly, likes people, tips as well as she can depending on what the cash flow’s like that month, and doesn’t mind when people have rough edges – she doesn’t have a whole lot herself, but she grew up around people who did.

exes – Sonny Taylor, Talon Ayers, ? Billie’s.. flighty. It’s not that she’s purposefully cruel, which might be easier to handle. She’s genuinely sweet, genuinely caring, but she can never seem to stomach the idea of settling down. If she doesn’t break up with them first, it’s likely that they’ve met the Billie Marquez Wall: she’s spent years perfecting the easiest version of her story, and she has genuine trouble letting anyone in.

colleagues – Nashville’s firmly a music town – so who else does she know from the open bars and studio sessions? Any collaborations in the works, people she’s played with?

[blaircamp]

[ MARGOT ROBBIE, 32, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ] welcome to nashville! have you met BLAIR CAMPBELL? i remember seeing them down by COYOTE UGLY the other night drinking a SANGRIA. if you need something they work at NASHVILLE as a PHOTOGRAPHER. some people say they can be STUBBORN & IMPULSIVE, but i always like to say they’re UPBEAT & SELF-ASSURED. you should go say hello and let them know we sent you

basic ▸

full name: blair campbell

age: thirty-two years old

occupation: photographer

sexuality: bisexual

hometown: nashville, tn

hair color: blonde

eye color: blue

notable scars or tattoos: a few small tattoos around her body

interior ▸

positive traits:upbeat, self-assured, outgoing, optimistic

negative traits: stubborn, impulsive, reckless,

likes: photography, drinking, dancing, adventures

dislikes: routine, mean people

habits: twirls her hair around often, smiles more than the average person

bio ▸

“live life like every day is your last.”

blair campbell was born and raised in nashville, tennessee in an upper middle class family, her mother a lawyer and her father an architect. from a young age, she had always loved adventure. breaking the rules, having fun, making the most out of life. it seemed like the best way to live in blair’s mind. the idea of freedom excited her, which is why she was so against going to college.

it wasn’t to say that blair wasn’t smart, she was plenty smart and an extremely talented photographer, but her parent’s insisted on making her go to college. fortunately, she found a few upsides, joining a sorority, going to frat parties, living it up - college style. the school part though? not really her thing. she was a communications major, and while she pretty much aced her exams, not really showing up to class much made her an average student on her transcripts.

after college finished and blair graduated, she was free from any and all responsibilities, so she embarked on her first adventure. backpacking through europe. she wasn’t flooded with cash, but blair always found a way to make do, picking up odds jobs every place she went. she spent a few months in places all over the world: new york, tokyo, madrid, santorini, beijing, paris, rio, algiers, athens, prague, dehli, cape town, etc, and then... she came back home. it wasn’t that blair didn’t love to travel, she really did. she was great at making friends and connections everywhere she went, but there was a part of her that missed home. so when she turned 27, blair decided to pack up and go back home to nashville.

it was surprising how well she had adapted. blair remembered feeling so bored being back home, but it felt... right, like she was in the right place. that wasn’t to say that the change in scenery made blair any less of who she was. she still finds ways to have fun, and to stir up some trouble wherever she is.

wanted connections ▸

childhood friends: blair grew up in nashville, so some local friends would be cool

ex-boyfriends: tbh, she probably broke up with them. blair likes guys and isn’t necessarily afraid of commitment, but up until 5 years ago, she couldn’t be in the same place for too long

best friend: realistically, someone that can keep this girl on the ground

hookups: pretty much anything! one night stand, fwd, drunk hookup, etc

[a-veryfonseca]

[ ANA DE ARMAS, 28, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER ] welcome to nashville! have you met AVERY FONSECA? i remember seeing them down by COYOTE UGLY the other night drinking a BOURBON APPLE. if you need something they work at COYOTE UGLY as SECURITY. some people say they can be -TRUCULENT & EVASIVE, but i always like to say they’re +PROTECTIVE & ENDEARING. you should go say hello and let them know we sent you!

About Avery

Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Avery has wanted for nothing more than to be the next big Country star. Her entire life has revolved around music, something her parents thought that she would outgrow, but much to their dismay she never did. Years of writing her own songs and late nights playing guitar in local dive bars only made her want it more.

Her parents were always trying to encourage her to go to college- to “get a real career”- but she could only manage a year before she dropped out. She tried, she really did, but the pressure was too much and the stress just wasn’t worth it.

Avery hates being told what to do- or more specifically, what she can’t do. Years of being told she would never make it in the music business only made her more determined. Her family would roll their eyes, her friends would tell her how hard it would be, and there were a few kids at school who favoured bullying. That didn’t matter though, because she was going to make it.

Avery has been living in Nashville now for almost two years and while her first year found her playing in a number of bars and meeting as many people as possible, her second year brought her cancelled gigs and indefinitely postponed meetings, and soon she found herself needing to get another job in order to keep making her rent.

The first time Avery stepped foot into Coyote Ugly she was blown away. The atmosphere was incredible and despite feeling miserable she ended up having the time of her life. If she had to work somewhere, she wanted it to be there.

It’s been about three months since she got the security job and she still hasn’t told anyone back home. She can’t bring herself to admit that she’s failing. She doesn’t want to hear the “I told you so’s” and she knows her parents will demand she return home. So she has to lie and tell them she’s still getting gigs, so what? One day she’ll get back on track, right?

Extras

Is absolutely terrified to try again with her music because she’s not sure she can handle another rejection.

Is extremely protective over all of the coyotes.

Has an overly aggressive presence at work, but is an adorable button when off duty.

Will literally fight anyone- just give her a reason.

Constantly sings along to every song played at Coyote Ugly.

Doesn’t quite understand why the rivalry between the bars is so bad.

Wanted Connections

Roommate - Someone she moved in with two years ago, or someone new.

Coyotes - She jumped in when someone was stepping out of line at work.

Claddagh Shenanigans - Something that made the rivalry more apparent to her. Maybe an enemy of sorts that has her confused about why they dislike each other.

Fan - Someone that maybe seen a few of her gigs back when she was still playing and wonders why they don’t see her around anymore.

Dates - Perhaps some awkward one-time dates that never amounted to anything. Could’ve met after one of her gigs or online, etc...

“We keep bumping into each other and now it’s getting weird are you sure you’re not stalking me?”

“We’re neighbours and I always wake you up at 3am with my singing/other annoying noises.”

“I met you last night when you were drunkenly patting my dog in my backyard at 3 in the morning and when I asked you what the hell you were doing you slurred something about dogs being great and then you threw up on my feet and then fifteen minutes later you were passed out on my couch, so that’s why you’re here right now, also what the fuck is your name and why were you patting a dog in a stranger’s backyard in the middle of the night?”

[forsylvians]

[ EMMA APPLETON, 27, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER ] welcome to nashville! have you met FORSYTHIA ‘SYLVIE’ TEMPLETON? i remember seeing them down by COYOTE UGLY the other night drinking a NEGRONI. if you need something they work at COYOTE UGLY as a BOOKKEEPER. some people say they can be -OFFPUTTING & BLUNT, but i always like to say they’re +CREATIVE & HELPFUL. you should go say hello and let them know we sent you! [ NESSIE, 24, SHE/HER, EST ]

this is gonna be short because i have a headache but let’s see if it makes sense

the vibe is she's hot, very odd, very smart, somehow always has enough money but no money at all, feral, doesnt Do drugs but gives em out freely, eats hot chip, and lie

does she have like magic pockets??? maybe. 

ask and sylvie will make it appear

someone will posit a problem and she'll give a very outlandish solution and it sounds like impossible but ppl are like,,,, damn she might be capable of that

the owner trusts sylvie and sylvie alone even if sylvie is running a hamster fighting ring in the basement

smokes cigarettes but somehow they’re never lit

eternal mystery child

half child half feral hog

somehow seems to have her hands in a lot of illegal shit but no one ever catches her

and nothing is off the table with sylvie

HISTORY: her mother had her very young and gave her up for adoption. she was raised in foster care by a mix of neglectful and sheltered families, so she’s savvy in a way but also incredibly naive. she’s very self-sufficient and is used to being on her own, so she never lets anyone get close to her and uses her odd behaviour to push people away and deflect.

she turned 18 in nashville and needed a job, so she became a coyote as she fell into classes at a community college. it took a few years before the owner realized sylvie was wicked smart and could balance the books better than any accountant at half the price

lives in the apartment/hovel above the bar because she needs very few things to be satisfied in life

always has a layer of grime on her. where is it from? no one knows

possibly a low-level magnet

has an endless amount of celeb encounters but she never knows who the celebs are due to mildd face blindness

will fight anyone and everyone in the bar

chaotic neutral, serves no one but the trickster god

her likes are fickle, but once you lock onto something she wants, satisfying her is very easy and her loyalty is pretty damning

coyote ugly guard dog

bad posture

[renontherocks]

[ MAX IRONS, 31, CIS MALE, HE/HIM ] welcome to nashville! have you met REN O’CONNOR? i remember seeing them down by CLADDAGH the other night drinking a WHISKEY ON THE ROCKS. if you need something they work at CLADDAGH as a STOCKIST. some people say they can be - HEADSTRONG & RETICENT, but i always like to say they’re + HARDWORKING & KIND. you should go say hello and let them know we sent you!

hello, hello! my name is ripley and i’m so very excited to be here! this here will be a little intro to my irish boyo ren. catch me adding more to this as we go. i’m open to any and all plots! discord is available too.

ABOUT REN

his full name is ren patrick o’connor.

thirty-one.

cis male.

heterosexual.

born in dublin, ireland. moved to the states with his uncle when he was thirteen and kind of traveled all over before they settled in nashville, tn.

ren was kind of a problem child, mainly due to his home life at the time. his family decided to place him in the care of his uncle, who in turn moved to the states with his young nephew. his uncle’s been the only present father figure in his life, and ren considers the man his only family.

speaks with an irish accent.

started working at claddagh when he turned twenty-four. it was supposed to be short-term, but he ended up loving the place as well as the city.

likes to call the claddagh employees his family.

besides working at the bar, ren is one half of a rather well-liked music duo, playing in various bars around nashville.

is kind-hearted, genuine, and just lives life tbh. likes to smoke. likes to have a drink. enjoys his job, and often spends his free days and nights there as well. works hard. loves the heck out of his uncle. has a motorcycle. can be a bit impulsive and reckless at times. has a love for food. loyal to a fault when it comes to friends. plays guitar quite well, something he picked up when living in nashville. passionate about music.

doesn’t like to talk about his past, about his family. he can be a real stubborn ass, too. doesn’t back down from a fight when someone gets rowdy or tries something, would never start one himself though.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

best friends ( close friends, long-time friends, friends with benefits, ect )

one night stand(s), hook-up(s), ex(es), ect

former roommate(s), neighbor(s), ect

people he met while on the road with his uncle

people he meets while touring with his music

frequent claddagh customers, close coworkers

honestly, i’m open to pretty much anything when it comes to connections so feel free to just assume, or we can just go off chemistry!

[alexverhage]

    hi! it’s rosalie again, bringing you trashcan numero dos. this is alexander, my grumpy man but is also very kind once you get to know him. literally means no harm but can come off as an asshole when he wakes up on the wrong side of the bed... will probably try to make up for it but fuck it up in the process. again, message me if you’d like to plot ohrose#5907

[ PETER GADIOT, 31, CIS-MALE, HE/HIM ] welcome to nashville! have you met ALEXANDER VERHAGE? i remember seeing them down by CLADDAGH the other night drinking a OLD FASHIONED.  if you need something they work at CLADDAGH as a MANAGER. some people say they can be - IRRATIONAL & - FOUL-MOUTHED, but i always like to say they're +STRAIGHT-FORWARD & TOLERANT you should go say hello and let them know we sent you! [ ROSALIE, 27, SHE/HER, EST]

alexander (aka alex or xander) is known to be walking around town (or riding around town) with nothing but a scowl on his face and as though he woke up on the wrong side of the bed every morning. this is all thanks to his ex-wife (or soon to be ex-wife) and the fact that she’s trying to take everything he has away from him. however before i continue on with the present, we must go to the past.

alexander is mexican and dutch, born to louis and luisa verhage, funny how that works out. (i just lacked creativity) two lawyers who had very little time for him but hell as they were big corporate lawyers; however, they made the best of it whenever they could and hell, did they try to make it work.

he grew up in a middle-class home, never actually missing anything or being in need of anything right until his parents divorce. the divorce basically rocked alexander and he failed out of his first year of college (only 18 at this point), deciding to take a break for a while. it was for his best.

during this break, alexander drank and experimented with drugs all to get that pain away from his parents divorce. it wasn’t until he got into a motorbike accident at the age of 20 that he knew he needed to turn his life back around and he decided to go back to school. this time trying his hand at community college and then finishing his bachelors, law-school and then, a lawyer much like his parents.

while in law school, he met his wife, who dropped out before finishing because she realized law school wasn’t for her and she wanted to instead work from home and raise a family. this was all good to alexander, he was big on families, he loved his own, despite what happened. alex  finished law school at 27, got married shortly thereafter, and then started his job at a corporate law firm.  

the job became too much for him, asking for him everyday and night, asking for hours that he couldn’t give, and jobs that he probably shouldn’t be defending. alex was great at being an attorney, he just didn’t want to defend certain things, certain arguments just sounded wrong and he was suppose to live with that. he tried to talk about it with his wife, whom he believed to be his best friend, but she wouldn’t talk to him, there was no conversations, their relationship practically non-existent.  the man turned to alcohol one more time, becoming more dependent on it than the last time.  he had alcohol with everything, breakfast, lunch, dinner. alcohol basically became his best friend. he ultimately got fired from the firm, and alexander was able to breathe a sigh of relief and found himself a job at claddagh.

at 29, his wife, samantha, ended up pregnant with esme, his now two year old daughter. due to being fired and not seeing the income he usually brought home,  she filed for divorce because “a life with an alcoholic sloth” was not a life she wanted to live. she is now also battling him in court for his life insurance claim, and the money in their savings account, while also claiming full custody of their child for his alcohol abuse saying that the job at claddagh, is only making it worse.  

since she filed, and everyone can attest to this, alex has barely touch a spirit for fear that they’ll take his daughter from him. truth be told, after he was fired from the firm, he slowed down on his drinking, the job at the firm and the lack of ability to discuss the issues with his wife  being the main issues that drove him to be dependent on it.  

now, he’s fighting for his child, his property, and trying to be the best person possible for his daughter.

while he may come off as an asshole by the way he carries himself, (ie. foul mouthed, and hot-tempered, and irrational) this man has got the biggest heart and he considers those of claddagh to be much like his family,

[c-harlottehunt]

[ CANDICE KING, 30, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER ] welcome to nashville! have you met CHARLOTTE HUNT? i remember seeing them down by CLADDAGH the other night drinking a PINK CADILLAC MARGARITA. if you need something they work at CLADDAGH as a BARTENDER. some people say they can be -CONCEITED & CONDESCENDING, but i always like to say they’re +DRIVEN & SENTIMENTAL. you should go say hello and let them know we sent you!

About Charlotte

Charlotte was raised in a strict North Carolina home with only her father; a wealthy business owner who never remarried after his wife died. He had a vision for what Charlotte’s future would be and projected it so aggressively on to her that she fully believes it’s what she wants too.

All her life, Charlotte was raised to believe she was better than everyone else. Her father stood her on the highest pedestal and no one could ever possibly knock her off. She was prom queen, homecoming queen, head of almost every comittee- everyone was beneath her.

On the outside, she was a perfect lady. She could adapt to any situation with dignity and poise, but she could also teardown anyone she chose to within the blink of an eye. No matter how nice she appeared, Charlotte most likely didn’t believe a word she was saying. Back home most people knew this, but she always got away with it.

Moving to Nashville wasn’t exactly her choice, but she hadn’t been prepared for how difficult it would be to keep her same standing in a town she didn’t grow up in. The thing that Charlotte had always wanted more than anything was to get married. It was the big dream. So when her long term boyfriend said he was moving to Nashville to live out his dreams, obviously she had to go with him.

Honestly, she thought that he wouldn’t get very far. Maybe they would spend a year out in another state before he realised his mistake and they could go back home, but one year turned into two, which turned to three. By the time he proposed to Charlotte he was also signing contracts and opening for some pretty big names.

Her fiancé’s career took off and with it, so did Charlotte’s reputation. Her hair featured on talkshows and her clothes were gossiped about in magazines. The attention she got slowly acclimated her to the limelight and she revelled in it. Sometimes the tabloids weren’t exactly nice to her and it was difficult for her not to read the comments section on Facebook, but she was made for this attention.

And then it ended. Her fiancé- the man who had been in her life for the past twenty or so years- left her. He had a hit single and a parade of women fawning all over him and he chose them over Charlotte, leaving her to fend for herself in Nashville.

Heading home was not an option. Being dumped for a bunch of strumpets was embarrassing and at least here she could maybe still latch on to a semblance of fame. Charlotte found herself needing to find a job for the first time in her life and this was how she ended up behind the bar of Claddagh.

Extras

Has been working in Claddagh for about a month or so now.

Vocally not a fan of the Coyotes.

Has probably never had a genuinely nice word to say about anyone.

Has so much to say about everything and everyone.

She’s determined to get her life back on track and where better to do that than right here surrounded by wannabe stars?

Deep deep down, she does wish she was capable of being different. She’s lonely and feels incredibly jealous of people who have close friends.

Isn’t entirely sure if she loved her fiancé or if she just loved the idea of the life they could’ve had.

Has absolutely no idea what she’s doing anymore.

Wanted Connections

Frenemies/Enemies/Rivals - Any and all negative relationships are welcome.

Dates - Anyone who could’ve met her in the bar or online. Three dates max. before things went south.

Customers - Perhaps someone who has an issue with her and makes complaints about her attitude. Maybe someone who wants to know her better.

Fans/Fans of her fiancé - People who loved following her fashion, etc... People who are fans of her ex-fiancé, people who hated her...

“I heard a scream and thought you were getting killed but it was just a spider.”