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[insainted]

i gotta say thanks 'cause you kick me when i'm down, i'm bleeding out the mouth—i hope you know i'm stronger now; i'm taking the hate, i'm turning it all around, i won't go down 'til i'm six feet underground.

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( general stats. )

› name : maisie o'halloran › nickname(s) : mais › gender : non-binary ( they / them ) › orientation : biromantic bisexual ( 5 ) › date of birth : february 6 ( 20 ) › faction : the silver lining militia › occupation : cashier @ remedy roots › main location : burnington

( physical & mental characteristics. )

› height : 5'1" / 155cm › weight : 113lbs / 51kg › body type : small but hiding a lot of muscle › eye colour : brown › hair colour : brown › dominant hand : ambidextrous › tattoos : tba › piercings : none › scars : tba › conditions : post-traumatic stress disorder › schemas : approval-seeking / recognition-seeking ・ failure ・ defectiveness / shame

( personality stats. )

› 6 qualities : competent ・ straightforward ・ practical ・ resourceful ・ action-oriented ・ enthusiastic › 6 flaws : cocky ・ defiant ・ impatient ・ insensitive ・ argumentative ・ stubborn › mbti : estp › moral alignment : chaotic neutral › temperament : choleric-sanguine › enneagram : 7w8 › soul type : warrior › animal : ferret › greek god : alke › zodiac : aquarius sun ・ aries moon ・ aries rising

( background check. )

› intelligence : 115 ↳ type : bodily-kinaesthetic ・ logical-mathematical › skills : fieldcraft ・ hand-to-hand combat ・ versatile weapon expertise ・ tracking ・ marksmanship ・ free solo climbing ・ hunting ・ reading facial expressions and body language › likes : rocks ・ hunting ・ animals ・ their uncles ・ mothguy ・ playing guitar ・ mia ・ food ・ running ・ drawing animals ・ climbing ・ poker ・ annoying the fuck out of linds ・ santi's cooking ・ watching fights at hell's gate ・ arguing with anyone at all ・ the silver lining ・ beating losers at poker ・ watching movies curled up between linds and santi ・ pretending to fall asleep on the couch so one of their uncles will carry them to bed ・ complaining early in the morning to get on linds' nerves › dislikes : someone talking shit about the silver lining ・ mia's parents ・ getting reminded of their mum ・ bears ・ getting scolded for stupid shit ・ not being taken seriously ・ afterglow ・ someone hurting someone they care about ・having to get up early ・ work ・ learning theory without any practical application to it ・ shutting up ・ having to do therapy stuff ・ being grounded or being stuck in their room ・ going to sleep › triggers : unexpected violence ・ bears ・ people threatening their uncles ・ not being allowed to go out › touchstones : lindsay o'halloran ・ santiago muñoz ・ dante winters ・ mia chavez

( facts. )

they love animals and used to always spend a while just watching them and drawing them from a distance

collects cool looking rocks and geodes; tumbles rocks and shapes them, and then tries to barter with them in the central market (usually for some kind of food)

knows which plants do what and which berries won't make you sick

due to having been born in the middle of nowhere in the new californian republic to a foreign special forces unit from the european commonwealth, maisie doesn't have a birth certificate and isn't known by any government in the world in any official capacity

really wants to make their three uncles proud of them

usually talks back to linds unless he uses a certain tone and then they'll immediately straighten their back and pipe down; if you see maisie and linds engaged in a screaming match, usually it's nothing serious (often also triggered by stupid shit), because if linds really wanted them to shape up, he could do it in a second

has a really fucked up mix of english, scottish, and southern american accent and terms that just get thrown together

often wanders out around the wilds of burnington because surviving out there doesn't even make them blink (thanks, uncle linds); that's where the animals and shit are

lowkey fascinated by mothman, sorry

loves food, can eat a staggering amount of food and not gain any weight, like basically always eating something, will never turn down food, especially not from uncle santi

plays the guitar, it's the only time their inner dynamo isn't going a million miles an hour

used to have a lot of night terrors from the rampant post-traumatic stress disorder caused by seeing their mother mauled to death in front of them, but a majority has been worked through with santi; still experiences a lot of trepidation around sleep, sometimes causing bouts of insomnia

while mostly well-managed, maisie still has to deal with flashbacks and severe emotional and physical reactions when triggered in a way they haven't accounted for, such as sudden extreme violence; they have no problem with violence if they can mentally prepare for it

incredible marksman, having been trained by both niamh and dante from a very early age

wants so, so bad to be taken seriously enough by their uncles that they'll send them out on missions and stuff

has a shrew named nibbet that they usually take with them when they go out into the forest, as an early warning sign for insects, especially radroaches

[dreamcr]

maybe there was never a DEMON, maybe it was just me DREAMING, and now i can't escape this FEELING

CHARACTER BASICS.

FULL NAME: amelia ‘’lia’’ diaz muñoz GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis woman, she/her AGE & BIRTHDAY: 40, october 28th WHERE DO THEY LIVE: burnington FACTION: afterglow ( science ) OCCUPATION: researcher ( microbiologist ) STRENGTHS: soft spoken, patient, sympathetic, selfless, imaginative  WEAKNESSES: dissociative, anxious, workaholic, overthinking, naive  FACECLAIM: odette annable WANTED CONNECTION: filling the santiago sibling wanted connection 

DIGGING DEEPER.

TW: internalized homophobia

having been born into the big muñoz family, there has never been a shortage of love to the newly born sister amelia diaz muñoz. it was esmerelda’s warmth that embraced the girl and alberto’s strength that she inherited. muñoz blood proudly coursed through her veins, beat in that tender heart behind her ribcage with every second that passed. it made her grow stronger everyday, the love that was shared in overflow in the family.    

from a young age, it’d been clear amelia had been a parent pleaser, wanted to do everything right and most of all; be a good girl. anxiety of doing wrong engraved itself into her bones ever since she can remember. out of all her dear siblings, she felt the closest to constanza when they were still young, only a year apart and both finding their hearts beating for a mutual love of nature. a two-sided love she felt fade into one when constanza chose a path of destruction and amelia didn’t oblige to tag along. amelia’s strong love for mother earth resided in her heart even when she often at times felt like she remained the only child in the household that did. gravitating from one sibling to the other over the years, it were her parents she felt the most loyal to in the end. when good grades were expected of her, when the household needed a proper cleanup, when a family gathering was to be prepared, it was all she could focus on. with a big family as theirs, it was easy to become invisible at times as both a middle child and a woman who had no aspirations to follow into her father’s footsteps. Her interest lay in nature and especially its wildlife.

as one sibling rebelled after the other, amelia remained the good girl she was and stayed home with having no aim of leaving out of spite or other ill intentions. even if being a good girl meant suppressing her own freedom, the cost of her own happiness: throughout the years amelia noticed herself differentiating from other girls her age, having almost no interest in men, there were no strong (if at all, realized with time passing by) romantic feelings involved when she dated men and only kept them around to seem like she was. in the end she’d blame it on herself (which technically wasn’t a lie) when she broke it off, writing him off to her family as not ‘the one’, when deep down she knew no man would ever be the one for her. deep deep down only amelia knows that she’ll never be into men the way she is into women, a secret she’s kept to herself until present day. she’s a closeted lesbian, afraid to disappoint her mami mostly even though santiago is openly out and their mother hasn’t loved him any less.

after years of studying science, her knowledge about wildlife didn’t go unnoticed by superiors. amelia diaz muñoz got recruited to work as a researcher, specifically microbiology, for afterglow. a recruitment that certainly got celebrated by her parents because their daughter’s talent got recognized by, what seemed in their eyes, a higher deity. amelia has been working as a microbiologist at afterglow ever since, often drowning herself in work and getting home late (a way of coping with her inner demons, avoiding her past boyfriends or siblings when confrontation was necessary and overthink at times). 

when santi shared his findings about afterglow/eea’s shady business, amelia’s first reaction was to shut down internally and find it hard to choose between ‘good and bad’ when in her reality it meant losing the one thing that kept her sane in her day to day life. her job was her whole life, there was no doubt about that. unable to leave the company, in fear of losing herself, she kept santi’s secret to herself, as long as she was still accepted as family for her ‘betrayal’ to loyally remain active at the company. though fearing to having to choose between her family or job one day, wishing everyday today would not be that day.                      

EXTRAS.

family / connections santiago diaz muñoz - oldest brother benedicto diaz muñoz - older brother constanza diaz muñoz - older sister javier diaz muñoz - younger brother serafina diaz muñoz - younger sister lindsay o’halloran - brother in law maisie o’halloran - nibling

wanted connections or plots the one that got away - a woman she once met in her life (could be childhood friends, school best friends, university roommates, colleagues or anything else) that has made a lasting impression on amelia’s heart, but she’s been too much of a coward to ever speak of those feelings. as a closeted lesbian, amelia’s never told anyone she’s actually into women and continually dated men (though keeping them at bay enough). this woman could’ve admitted her feelings to amelia and expected a good ending (‘i know you feel it too…’) to which amelia reacted by shutting down and leaving/running off in flight. or they could’ve both been too scared to admit their feelings and still be stuck in the friendzone, if they haven’t grown apart yet. the trusted one - someone that’s her ride or die, someone she’s trusted for years and worked closely with if they happen to work at afterglow too, someone outside of her family she trusts with her life.

headcanons - after father’s passing, amelia’s heart broke not just for herself and her siblings but especially for their loving mami. She couldn’t watch mother live by herself, in a constant reminder of what was once a home full of celebrations, laughter and love (conveniently pushing away the lesser times), so she did what amelia always did when her family needed help and took it upon herself (for both selfless and selfish reasons) to take their mami into her home in burnington. - when connie got into prison, amelia couldn’t bear it to visit her more than once, finding it hard to accept her sister’s cruel fate. even though her time in prison was short lived, amelia had a hard time finding forgiveness for leaving her at all when they were younger. cue to years later, it’s when her sister’s pregnant they reunite stronger than ever, their bond’s grown bigger and amelia (along with their mami) has helped her sister raise her daughter nora ever since. - however much emotion amelia shows, she keeps her deepest pain, grief and secrets to herself behind closed doors. the aftermaths of breakdowns held in isolation are hidden behind a mask that carries a smile, working over hours and putting herself last, always. even though love is a big understatement for how much is shared in the muñoz household, after all those years self-love is something amelia struggles with the most.

[murdcrofcrows]

i'm about to set my world on fire i smashed my glass on the bar guess i got carried away, oh well. you told me, nobody likes an angry woman. i always say the things i shouldn't. oh, what a shame my tongue's not tied. you can do whatever you want, i'll do whatever i like.

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( general stats. )

— name : frances margaret desta — nickname(s) : frankie, frank, fran — date of birth : april 4th ( 39 years old ) — occupation : owner of the mad scientist ・ distiller ・ chemist / biochemist  — nationality : east atlantean — ethnicity : irish and ethiopian — religion : agnostic — residence : burnington — gender : cis woman ( she / her ) — orientation : bisexual— ( kinsey scale 4 ) ・ biromantic — status : widowed, single

( physical & mental characteristics. )

— voiceclaim / accent : ruth negga + northern east coast / appalachian undertones — height : 5’3” / 160cm — body type : small and petite with defined, lean muscle — hair colour : black — eye colour : brown — dominant hand : left — tattoos : a memorial to nadia and at least one science  — piercings : several in her ears, nose, and nipples — physical health : average, she keeps active but doesn’t get enough sleep, eating habits have seen better days, smokes and drinks too much, but she hasn’t had any life threatening issues yet so she’ll change when she has to — scars : several small nics and cuts from working with her hands and party days but nothing of extreme significance — style : vests, button up shirts and blouses, trousers, doc martens ( see pinterest for more examples ) — conditions : ptsd relating to nadia’s death ・ seasonal allergies

( personality stats. )

— qualities : intelligent ・ methodical ・ realistic ・  caring ・  witty — flaws : cynical ・ sarcastic ・ resentful ・ stubborn ・ pessimistic — mbti : entp — moral alignment : chaotic good — temperament : choleric—phlegmatic — enneagram : 6w5— guardian — zodiac :  aries sun ・ aquarius moon ・ gemini rising

( background check. )

— birthplace : vault 230, eastern atlantic — intelligence : above average  — education : high school diploma・phd level chemistry & physics  — skills : distilling ・ chemistry ・ physics ・ social ・ analysis ・ business — likes : liquor ・ smoking ・ women ・ making new formulas ・ good conversation ・ sleep ・ reading ・ alone time ・ her plants ・ her animals ・ rebellion ・ mead ・ good jokes ・ laughing — dislikes :  oligarchs ・ overly perky people ・ finalities ・ hornets ・ talking about herself ・ over-explanations ・ being told what to do ・ bad sense of humor ・ restriction ・ unnecessary rules — languages : english, some spanish — pet (s) : kuvasz dog named helga and white cat named rasputin

( facts. )

has a kuvasz dog named helga and white cat named rasputin, sometimes seen at the mad scientist

overall, frankie is a boisterous woman with the slightest hint of an irish accent mixed in with a west virginian / appalachia vernacular, she’s sarcastic and rarely serious, in fact she hates it but will do it when she has to. she enjoys good conversation, having a drink, food, and hanging outdoors when not in the lab / tasting room.

she is known to dabble in substances from time to time and is a fairly heavy drinker, some may say functional alcoholic but you won’t find her using those words. she also smokes like a chimney.

is always willing to trade her product of others, or services rendered. frankie has never been opposed to a good barter and she sees them as win-win situations

[folliesofmiceandmen]

I N T R O D U C I N G --

damocles barker

CHARACTER BASICS.

FULL NAME: Damocles Barker GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis male, he/him AGE & BIRTHDAY: 31, October 21st WHERE DO THEY LIVE: Burnington FACTION: Neutral OCCUPATION: Alchemist at Remedy Roots STRENGTHS: Alert, Curious, Educated, Hard-working WEAKNESSES: Grim, Faithless, Impatient, Opinionated FACECLAIM: Justin H Min WANTED CONNECTION: The Rival: Damocles grew up under the afterglow umbrella, and the path laid out for him said that he would be a researcher like his parents had been. Growing up, this person was in the same situation, and a rivalry formed, until Dam eventually broke away and chose a different path, but that rivalry still lingers.

DIGGING DEEPER.

TW: parental neglect

childhood; the road laid out for you is paved with thumbtacks: damocles was born a genius, and was still the stupidest member of his family. both of his parents were scientists, his older brother was brilliant, and he, the dumb child, was fascinated by alchemy and medicine in a way that made no sense to this group of highly intelligent people. ‘that’s nice dear’ was something he heard a lot growing up, from his parents, from the people around him, to the point where it started to feel foolish to even bring up anything that he was working on for himself, thinking about outside of the clear and defined path laid out for him. everyone knew, even from a young age, that damocles would be following in the footsteps of the family. he would be working for afterglow, research, possibly, or maybe medicine if things turned out just a little different.

teen years & young adulthood; i can sing and play basketball: damocles learned to shut up, he learned to do as he was told, to study what was placed in front of him, not to deviate too far from the path. his personality grew stale and robotic as he grew from gawky kid into gawky teenager, and at every turn, there was afterglow, waiting for him to step out of gawky and into the role that was waiting for him. his parent’s encouragement was always something subtly insulting, talking about how he just needed to apply himself a little bit more, push a little harder, and he could be like his brother, be like his parent, be the person they expected him to be. he was barely eighteen when he realized that wasn’t what he wanted, and it was with a note saying goodbye and a bag full of clothes and the things his parents had called ‘silly toys’ that he disappeared into the night.

now; lead into gold: it’s been over a decade and he hasn’t spoken to his family again. he moved out, he ran away, and he found people who shared his interest, realizing that life can be about more than just the path laid out. his heart is now fully into his work, thrilled with the chance to simply do what he loves and enjoy every moment of it. he’s still finding his footing, learning what it means to be independent, scared sometimes of his own decision making and how stepping outside of the box he was put in will effect him, but he’s getting better at it, and even making friends outside of the very strict people he’s always been allowed to know.

EXTRAS.

associated song:my own worst enemy - LIT associated color: slate grey associate smell: chemicals, specifically bleach associated sound: a pen scratching against paper

[apocafics]

CHARACTER BASICS.

FULL NAME: Celine “Chuck” Charlesley GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis female, she/her AGE & BIRTHDAY: May 22nd, 46 WHERE DO THEY LIVE: Devil’s Elbow FACTION:Jackals (Enforcer) OCCUPATION: Projectionist at Stardusk Drive-In STRENGTHS: Resourceful, Independent, Protective, Creative, Resilient WEAKNESSES: Unforgiving, Guarded, Ruthless, Selfish, Abrasive FACECLAIM: Maggie Q WANTED CONNECTION: Dante’s Ex

DIGGING DEEPER.

{TW: sex work, child abuse, attempted murder, foster care}

If anyone was set up to fail at life, it was Chuck. Her mother was a high end call girl catering to the well to do people whose names she couldn’t repeat, until she did the one thing that prostitutes aren’t supposed to do. She fell in love with a client, Chuck’s father. Anyone who knew about the situation could have seen it wouldn’t end well and as soon as she started to show, the wealthy man dropped her without any recognition whatsoever. 

Chuck’s mother dissolved into a world of petty crimes and drugs feeling like she couldn’t ever return to her old life of servicing the rich and elite. And she blamed Chuck for every bit of it. Even going so far as to attempt to drown her own daughter in a fit of rage. Chuck was taken into what passed for a foster system shortly after and never saw her mother again. 

It should have gotten better but that just wasn’t her luck. Chuck was bounced between foster homes, each one more seedy than the last, and finally ending up in a group home where she was no better off than she had been with her mother. Facing the reality of being put out on the street when she aged out of the system at 18, Chuck joined the military thinking she had no other choice. The woman that ran the group home told her she would fail at that too and end up in prison or worse. If nothing else, Chuck wanted to prove her wrong. 

And she got her chance. Despite her former caretaker’s doubts, Chuck excelled in the military. Anything she tried she was excellent at and was eventually recruited to a covert joint task force whose missions were so top secret that even some in the group weren’t aware of each other’s whereabouts. This is also where she earned the nickname ‘Chuck’ as a contraction of her last name since she was told it was ‘too many syllables for a soldier’.

It was there that she met someone and made the same mistake her mother did. She fell in love. Chuck started to feel like she could actually break the cycle that her mother had started and she could settle down. Have a normal life. But loving and being loved by a soldier is hard. As guarded as she was, she wasn’t half as bad as her lover and she couldn’t handle being shut out so often. It became clear that it wasn’t going to last when he disappeared from Texas without a goodbye. Chuck became disillusioned with her military career shortly after and left to find something more fitting for her broken heart.

People like to say that veterans have skills that can’t be used once they return to civilian life. Chuck begs to differ. Once she left the military and wandered for a bit, she landed with a motorcycle club almost by accident. Riding a bike made it easier to get places, and make an easy escape should she need to, so it made sense she would get along with that crowd. She also discovered that her history and experience made her ideally suited to enforce the club’s interests. 

In a way, the Jackals gave her a new war to fight. Chuck doesn’t have to confront what she’s done if she never truly lives the life of a civilian and she craved the structure and consistency that the military gave her and the club mimics. The Jackals want a soldier and she’s happy to be one for as long as she can.

EXTRAS.

family / connections

Dante Winters: Ex-boyfriend

Headcanons

Has a big sweet tooth

Could drink coffee all day every day and not have an issue

Likes to read old mysteries

character inspo

Olivia Charity (Midnight, Texas); Scarlett Harker (Van Helsing); Ilsa Faust (Mission: Impossible Series)

[exmcrtis]

STATS:

full name: daphne blake wallis birthdate: january 3rd age: 29 height: 5’4” sexuality: bisexual occupation: columnist for the daily burn faction: neutral ship status: down bad for topher haas

TW: death mention

BIOGRAPHY:

on the outside, daphne wallis looks like a regular, everyday person, but it’s what’s on the inside that sets her apart from other people

she’s always been a little bit out there, her interests at a young age swaying towards cryptids, aliens, and other things that were deemed urban legends

the youngest of three, daph’s family life was relatively normal; she and her siblings got along wonderfully but also fought like cats and dogs on their worst days, and their parents were equally loving and attentive to all three of their children

she always stuck closely to both of her siblings, but her relationship with her older brother was just a little different; he was the one that made sure daphne was safe and cared for, always in-tune with whatever emotion she was feeling even if she didn’t express it aloud

when she started exploring more and coming home late, he was the one that hung out outside with a flashlight, waving it around until she appeared from the shadows, caked in mud and dirt from whatever she’d gotten up to that day

and even though she was a little crazy (his words), he still supported her in everything she did, fueling her theories by checking out books from the library and watching her soak in every single word on every single page

daphne started to get more adventurous, and with that came her natural talent of stumbling upon things she had no business stumbling upon

it started with the mothman cult, her feet carrying her all the way to the ranch so she could try and get a peek inside, always curious about what they were doing; she was able to catch a glimpse of one or two practices that seemed odd, but she wanted to know more

from then on, daphne began carrying a little notebook around with her, jotting down any observations or theories she had so she wouldn’t forget them later on

when she felt like she was ready, daphne made her way to the daily burn, ready to get on her hands and knees to beg for a job; thankfully by then she’d developed quite a reputation, and she was hired on the spot without any begging necessary

she immediately threw herself into her work, stopping at nothing to get the best stories and information for her column in the paper

it was when she started trailing after people that her brother became more concerned, warning her that she could get tangled up in a mess if she wasn’t careful

but daphne didn’t listen, and she continued writing columns and investigating things around town, thinking she was going unnoticed

unfortunately for daphne, she was being trailed, and she was none the wiser about it, but her brother was

he continued to try and warn her, making sure to keep her as busy as possible so he could keep tabs on her, but daphne was able to slip past him more than he liked

and then one night, when daphne was on her way to hell’s gate to meet up with him, she was met with a crowd gathered around something

of course her curiosity kicked in immediately, and as she shoved her way through the crowd, the last thing she expected to see on the other side was her brother’s dead body

that was the day that shattered daphne completely, sending her into a downward smile that had her losing more than she gained

she needed to get to the bottom of her brother’s murder, and she began asking certain people around town — members of the shamrocks, the jackals, and the mothman cult were all on her list along with anyone that could possibly have a vendetta against her

but daphne kept coming up short, and that only made her angrier, sadder, and full of other emotions she wished she didn’t have

the only thing that kept her grounded was her little group of friends, a select few people in her life that loved her for who she was, crazy or not

daphne’s parents and remaining sibling tried to live life as normal, still demanding her presence at friday night dinners and carrying on conversation as if an integral part of the family wasn’t missing

it drove daphne mad, but she knew that her family was already worried about her, so she managed to keep her mouth shut

but when she wasn’t around them, all bets were off when it came to what she talked about and the conspiracies that had her brain in a spin

and then one night, when she was drunk and on a complete rant, she met topher haas

he was handsome, and sweet, and he listened to daphne like everything she was saying made perfect sense, and before she could even stop and think about it, she was bringing him home with her

it was only supposed to be a one-time thing (especially after she discovered that they work together), but daphne kept wandering her way back to him, somehow wiggling her way into his heart and allowing him to do the same

it’s been years since her brother’s death, and while daphne knows she’ll never be the same person she was before losing him, she’s started to find herself again

she has quite the reputation around town for being crazy and out-there, and it tends to make people avoid her at all costs, something she doesn’t mind too much

she’ll always have the habit of sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong, but she’s much more careful about it these days

since his death, daphne has been trying to figure out who murdered her brother, and despite the bulletin board in her room covered in pictures and tacks holding connecting strings up, she’s not any closer to figuring it out

overall, she’s trying to live a normal, happy life, but at the end of the day she’s still emotionally stunted, and it takes a while to make a decent breakthrough with her

[driveinjackal]

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➥ name - logan romero ➥ birthdate & age - april 24th (45) ➥ gender - cismale( he/him) ➥ faction - Jackals (road captain) ➥ occupation - owner of the starlight drive-in ➥ location : burnington ➥ strengths :  caring, good sense of humor, level-headed ➥ weaknesses : closed-off, over-protective, verbose

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➥ bio

TW: miscarriage, death, gang warfare, drinking

Logan lived a hard but happy childhood. He grew up on a ranch somewhere between The Devil’s Elbow and The Ashtray. He worked hard and studied as best he could from a young age but one day when he was walking back home he saw that the ranch was on fire and parents along with it. He was devastated, finding it hard to figure out what to do next and thinking about just walking into the roaring flames that engulfed his home. Instead he began to walk, where exactly? He wasn’t sure. 

The sun had dipped past the horizon by the time he found his way into Burnington. After a few struggling months and turning 13 within them, he began hearing rumours of the gang that hit his ranch. As the rumours continued he began to connect dots by writing everything down and a few months later he was standing face to face with the group that attacked all his family had. Without a thought of hesitation he attacked the group, or at least that was the intention but he didn’t  get very far before they started beating the absolute hell out of him. He knew he was going to die that night but for some reason it didn’t bother him. He had hated every moment of his gutter living life ever since he walked away from all he knew but it seemed like the universe had other plans as he heard the roar of what would be his saviour in the distance. Before he could figure out what it was though he had received a fist to the jaw and blacked out. In the times he was in and out of consciousness Logan realised his saviour sat atop a motorbike.

It turned out Logan was rescued by the vice president of the Jackals. Logan was welcomed as one of them and lived his life in the group. He quickly learned to ride, to be part of the family, to do all what was needed. He loved it, especially riding. It was in the Jackals he met the woman that would become his fiance. Logan was 20 years old when he received one of the saddest but at the same time best news of his life. The man who had saved him, and who had taken him under his wing had decided to become a nomad which Logan was about to argue on but had continued telling him that he had in fact put Logan’s name up for the vp position in the club, which he would be overtaking from his one-time saviour, and it had gone through the vote.

By 24 Logan was vp, engaged and he and his fiance were expecting their child. Living in Burnington wasn’t easy by any means but Logan couldn’t imagine being any happier that was until his 25th birthday. He was on a job for The Jackals when the club was hit. Upon their return it was obvious what had happened. Rushing to his fiance it was quickly evident that in one fell swoop he had lost his fiance and unborn child. 

Their reply came thick and fast by the end of the night the gang that hit their club and people were all taken out. In an uncommon move by the Jackals they let him take a few days to get his head straight but made him promise he would be back within 72 hours but the offer of the promise on their part was left in the air as he kicked his motorbike to life and rode away. Surprisingly he found his way to his old saviour’s residence. He spent the first 2 days doing something he never did. Logan had never once tested the product the Jackals peddled and even barely ever drank but now he found himself wondering if the next bottle would hold the answer to his questions. As the last hour got closer and the last bottle hit the table he looked up at his saviour, who had tried to talk to Logan the whole time but got nothing out of him. Without a work Logan stood up and hugged the nomad. As the 72nd hour hit Logan stood in front of the president of the club with an extended hand. His forearm was clasped as he did the same and simple nod was shared between them in understanding. 

For the next seven years Logan lived for the club. He never had another relationship in that time. He simply kept his head down and did the work. It was until one day he was cruising along random roads he noticed someone walking aimlessly through town. It reminded him of himself all those years ago leaving his home. Pulling over he went over to her and felt his heart break for her. After stopping her and convincing her to go with him at least so someone at the club could look at her wounds he put her on the back on his bike and rode gently back.

To his surprise, after a few difficult months, Ezra stuck by his side and with the club, even if he was and is against her being a part of the clubs a full fledged member. Eventually, as she was learning how to ride, Logan stepped down from being the vp and became a road captain. In the last five years he has become a bit of recluse and also purchased the Stardusk Drive-In

➥ headcanons:

Logan still takes something his dad taught him at a young age to heart and tries to help people when and if he can

He also enjoys photography and has an old beat up Canon ae-1. He develops the film himself

Doesn’t go anywhere without his cowboy hat that was given to him by his fiance

[backmaskcd]

FULL NAME: Cambria Tanner GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis woman, she/her AGE & BIRTHDAY: 28, April 26 WHERE DO THEY LIVE: Mothman Ranch FACTION: Mothman cult OCCUPATION: Tailor at The Sewing Room STRENGTHS: Dedicated, Loyal, Captivating WEAKNESSES: Naïve, Self absorbed, Indulgent FACECLAIM: Amber Midthunder

Cambria doesn’t remember much of her life before she was 13; whether that’s due to radiation, self preservation or something else, she’s not positive. 

Her parents were researchers for Afterglow; she couldn’t be sure if they were testing on her or not.  She didn’t want to believe they were capable of that. They loved her - didn't they? It seemed like that's not something parents should be capable of.

Her mutation, to her knowledge, was just a glow that would blossom out from her skin if she blushed or was touched by someone else; it didn’t seem all that impressive, so why would she have been tested on?  She tended to wear long sleeves and keep covered up because of it; it was embarrassing to be brushed up against and then suddenly be glowing green.

What Cambria does remember is just... fragments. Leaving the compound. Or was she forced out? Told to leave? She left alone, that much she knew. She didn't have her parents; she was small and afraid and had nothing but a backpack. But she was no longer welcome there for reasons unknown to her.

She felt lost; rarely staying anywhere for too long, she bounced around for a few years before being recruited to the mothman cult and she’s been nothing but devoted since. 

She feels like she owes them a lot, and it gives her purpose in life where she otherwise feels like there’s nothing to strive towards.

It's not about believing in mothman, necessarily - it's about being part of something where she's wanted. She's part of something, and they've never made her feel like if she can't be useful, they'll toss her out. They also don't make her feel like she's something to be blatantly ignored because of her glow.

Cambria can be very sweet, but also very pushy; she loves to try to rally new recruits to the cult because it’s the one thing that makes sense in her life

[apocalyptixs]

You collect scars because you want proof that you are paying for whatever s i n s you have committed

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Javier Muñoz GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Man (He/Him) AGE & BIRTHDAY: 38, December 3rd WHERE DO THEY LIVE: Burnington FACTION: Silver Linings (Supporter), Jackals (Prospect) OCCUPATION: Fighter at Hell's Gate, Mechanic at The Fishery STRENGTHS: Loyal, protective, strategic, dauntless, adaptable WEAKNESSES: Abrasive, callous, impulsive, jaded, argumentative FACECLAIM: Peter Gadiot

DIGGING DEEPER.

trigger warning; death mention

Javier's childhood was never short of love, that much could be said to be true. But surrounded by siblings who excelled in an assortment of different areas and parents who had their own opinions on how their children should be, it didn't take long for Javier to feel as if he were falling behind in some manner or another, never quite living up to expectations. He didn't excel in school, didn't have natural 'book smarts' that seemed to come so easily to some of his siblings. He wasn't naturally inclined to throw himself into the military and protect people he had no real connection to, or put his own life on the line against others for some bigger than him purpose. So he rebelled. He refused to entertain his father's whims of ultra survivalist necessity in the world they lived in, barely absorbing the random bouts of 'knowledge' he spewed. He broke curfew more often than not, stayed out late nights with friends passing a joint or a bottle of beer. He would sneak back in through his bedroom window, left cracked open for just that purpose - as if it might help him escape his mother's fury. Some nights he would simply stay out all night long, hooking up with his girl friend or finding somewhere else to while away the hours. One thing that did stick in Javier's head from his childhood, however, was the love and importance of family. As much as he might have been a thorn in their sides or a worry in the back of their mind, Javi was always there when his siblings needed him, in one way or another. He encouraged Santiago to let loose and allow himself to enjoy his life, not just sell it to the highest offering militia. He encouraged Serafina in her quest for knowledge and medical excellence. In general, he looked out for his family - even if he wasn't inherently the best at it. He's protective of them, loyal to them - and would go to any lengths necessary to make sure they're taken care of. Javier's wife became one of those critical people in his life, too. He fell hard and fast at a young age, and they'd decided to marry not long after graduating school because - well, what was the point in waiting? They knew what they had with each other was something special and wanted to form a family of their own. But after a few years of trying, their chances at creating their own family together would slip between his fingers. He remembers very clearly the days and weeks that followed when the storms ravaged Chile and left very little of the only home he'd ever known behind it it's wake. The moment her fingers slipped through his and she fell amongst the crushing, burning rubble below. The struggle he went through to get to his family, to take part in Santiago's efforts to extricate them all to the Eastern American Region as his heart broke into pieces. For years after the fact he felt lost. This place wasn't his home, these people weren't his family. And his wife was gone. It hardened him, closing off his heart, left him a broken husk of who he had once been. But as the saying goes, time heals all wounds - and Javi is working on figuring out where he fits in this world, again.

[sawyerthelost]

CHARACTER BASICS.

FULL NAME: Sawyer Desta, born Sawyer Pallas GENDER & PRONOUNS: Trans man, he/him AGE & BIRTHDAY: 25, July 17th WHERE DO THEY LIVE: Burlington, albeit reluctantly and only part-time. He is known to spend a night (or several) in some weird, abandoned cabin in the woods. FACTION: Neutral, strongly interested in The Children of Mothman OCCUPATION: Moonshine distiller at Big Mama Mabel’s FACECLAIM: Morgan Davies

CHARACTER PERSONALITY.

STRENGTHS: Resilient, adaptable, resourceful, proactive, and independent  WEAKNESSES: Possessive, reserved, stubborn, suspicious, and perfectionistic MBTI: ISTJ - The Logistician ENNEAGRAM: 4w5 - The Free Spirit TEMPERMENT: Melancholic

CHARACTER INSPIRATION.

Five (The Umbrella Academy), Will Graham ( NBC'S Hannibal, specifically season one), Clementine (Telltale's The Walking Dead)

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[insainted]

you and i are different, i'm more of a blunt instrument; watch out, mayhem follows me around. all the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't undo all the damage i did—you call me mad, but i make perfect sense, if i can't be your hero, i'll be your villain.

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( general stats. )

› name : thessaly evynn case › nickname(s) : thess; t (by skylar) › gender : cis woman ( she / her ) › orientation : biromantic bisexual ( 5 ) › date of birth : november 7 ( 30 ) › faction : neutral › occupation : bartender @ the mad scientist › main location : burnington

( physical & mental characteristics. )

› height : 5'10" / 179cm › weight : 150lbs / 68kg › body type : lean and slender, but with toned muscles › eye colour : hazel › hair colour : dark brown › dominant hand : left › tattoos : a small sock on the inside of her left wrist › piercings : ear piercings › scars : nothing physical of note › conditions : summer onset seasonal affective disorder › schemas : mistrust / abuse ・ defectiveness / shame ・ emotional deprivation

( personality stats. )

› 6 qualities : realistic ・ practical ・ protective ・ easy-going ・ curious ・ loyal › 6 flaws : aggressive ・ private ・ headstrong ・ impatient ・ sceptical ・ insensitive › mbti : istp › moral alignment : chaotic neutral › temperament : choleric-melancholic › enneagram : 6w5 › soul type : artisan › animal : cassowary › greek god : praxidice › zodiac : scorpio sun ・ aries moon ・ capricorn rising

( background check. )

› intelligence : 115 ↳ type : musical ・ bodily-kinaesthetic › skills : music ( singing ・ piano ) ・ dancing ・ mixology ・ street fighting › likes : skylar ・ weed ・ sleeping ・ braiding hair ・ horror movies ・ playing piano ・ singing ・ dancing ・ creds ・ chicken nuggets ・ the ocean ・ music ・ central market ・ baths › dislikes : being touched ・ school ・ lost angeles ・ her parents ・ herself ・ drunk patrons ・ men ・ being perceived ・giving a fuck about people ・ skylar getting hurt ・ disappointing skylar ・ wearing dresses ・ socialising › triggers : men being nice to her ・ skylar being threatened/in danger ・ having to be vulnerable ・ being touched without consent ・ women being hurt › touchstones : skylar case

( facts. )

thess has always looked up to skylar and sought to emulate what they did, but in her teenager years quickly found out that while they are twins, they're also different people with different skills; instead of going to school like he did, thess decided—and made them agree with—that she'd provide support in their relationship and their shared lives, taking practical jobs that would earn them creds, pay rent, food, utilities, and the like.

from a very young age, thess has been incredibly musically gifted, having a natural singing voice and an ability to quickly work out any musical instrument that was put into her hands—though there weren't a lot of these situations due to the life she lived in lost angeles. the best and only thing her parents ever did for her was give her a keyboard that she would play to death.

this musical giftedness also lead her to be able to find jobs in nightclubs and other venues as a hype dancer, to keep the energy up, a lifestyle that would see her up during the night times of lost angeles, arguably the most dangerous time in an already incredibly dangerous city.

all of that to say that a lot of thess' aversion to being touched—especially when she doesn't expect it and especially by men—comes from how hype dancing turned into 'exotic dancing' and eventually escort work, simply because it made her more money; something she's never told and never will tell her twin. frankly, thess would sell her pride, soul, and dignity for creds if it means skylar never has to.

no matter how callous thess is to the plights of others, this isn't borne from selfishness rather than being stuck in a survivor's mentality; you can't exactly save people from drowning when you're focused on not drowning yourself.

while most people would consider thess abrasive and confrontational and full of anger, this is a defence mechanism rather than anything else. the world and people terrify her, but instead of running away, she'll run towards anything that scares her with raised fists; some could call it brave, but it's just thess' way to sidestep being vulnerable yet again.

any relationship she is in also fails for this exact reason, because when she gets scared or hurt, instead of letting herself be vulnerable and talk it out, thess will simply expect the worst and becomes incredibly belligerent and kind of hurtful, things she'll regret later, but in the moment she can't really help herself from doing.

she smokes a lot of weed just to chill out and be able to relax and not have her mind come up with doom scenarios about her relationships or how everyone around her, including skylar, hates her as much as she hates herself.

[ashryder]

ASHTON RYDER | 34 | SILVER LINING MILITIA LIEUTENANT

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Full Name: Ashton Finley Ryder Nicknames: Ash, Ryder, Fin Birthday: November 3, 2091 Birthplace: Burnington Current Home: Burnington Occupation: Bartender at Hell's Gate, Silver Lining Militia Lieutenant, Former Specialist of East Atlantic Army Religion: Atheist Orientation: Asexual (sex favorable), Biromantic MBTI: ISFJ-T, The Defender (Turbulent) Enneagram: Type5 Wing6, The Troubleshooter Alignment: Lawful Neutral Zodiac: Scorpio Face Claim: Luke Mitchell . Voice Claim: Luke Mitchell (i)

THE PHYSICALS

Height: 6'1" Build: Muscular, Athletic Allergies: people beating around the bush, & lilies. Hair Colour: Dirty Blonde Eye Colour: Deep Blue, that turns deeper when he cries Glass/Contacts: none, but sometimes if his eyes are strained he has reading glasses Dominant Hand: Right, but mildly Ambidextrous Tattoos: only one, solar system running across the inside of his left forearm Scars: Too many to count, the most prominent, ugly one that never healed right is the one on his left shoulder Piercings: Earlobes and Helix on both ears Outfit Clothing Style: Sweaters, idk what else to tell you, he has no fashion sense and goes with whatever is the most comfortable things for movement or combat. At the bar, he wears whatever he's asked to wear as a uniform.

THE ADDITIONALS

Spoken Languages: English / Russian Driver’s License: yes + military license Affiliation: Silver Lining Militia Pets: Dawn - German Shepard, Military Trained, Retired

THE BIOGRAPHY TW: mentions of death, abuse, experimentations

The Ryders were a quiet small family living simple lives in Burnington, husband served in the East Atlantic Army as a command sergeant, wife helped homeschool kids in the town. They flew under the radar as much as they could, most would assume because they’re simply content with life - and they are, a handful might know they do what they can in small subtle movements of resistance. Ashton was raised as such too, joyful simple life, be grateful for what they had, helped around the house, he was a handful to deal with as a kid but never whined or demanded anything in life. Homeschooled, he usually stuck close with his mother when his father was out with his unit, doing important work to protect them all, young Ash would like to believe that as his mom would tell him. Little did he know it wasn’t in the way Ashton thought.

One day past his 13th birthday, Ash’s parents had requested him to run a few errands alone for them while they had errands to run on their own, a full day’s worth to prepare for the coming week, groceries to get, kids to teach, laundry to wash and dry, letters to deliver, it was more than his usual day of chores, but he never whined about it, doing what he was told to do. He got everything done easily, even had spare time to go play before coming back for dinner. But dinner was never made. Ashton came back to an empty home that evening, not quite sure where his parents were and when they were coming back, he sat there and waited, and waited, and waited. Until in the middle of the night a knock on the door came, someone from the army, dad’s friend, they said. Ashton didn’t really process the news, everything in and around him numbed as his hands and feet still moved, the rest of the unit came in to start picking apart what little belongings they had, and let him pack whatever else he wanted. The next thing he knew when he snapped out of the shock, was that he was within the military academy, other kids and students staring at him like fresh meat, that he held a box of all his belongings he desperately kept from his home for once in his life saying no and not letting the soldiers take away some of his parents keepsakes, that his parents were gone. And that he was all alone. 

Then came the anger. Sure they gave him food, shelter, care, but he wasn’t stupid. The reason they gave him for his parents death didn’t seem to click. Ash was looking for anything and everything to blame. The grief in him mutated into rebellion, rage and fight, it took the academy a lot to whip him into shape and submission, literally and figuratively. The uglier disciplinary acts hidden behind closed doors. They hadn’t known what else the boy knew, they had to keep him here. But everything can be fixed with time, and with time, Ashton lost the fight in him, grief growing smaller, hurting less, giving in to doing whatever they told him to, as long as it made the pain go away. He got to know the other kids his age, some orphans like him, trained alongside him, and some of the warrant officers treated him well, better than others. He learnt to accept that this was his life now. As long as it made the pain go away. Follow our orders and you’ll be safe. You’ll be fine soon. I promise. Promise? He took their word for it, and believed, like he always did. Just listen to them, do as they say, they know better. He never whined or demanded anything in life. Ashton was molded and shaped to a perfect recruit and soldier, he had the talent, grit and intelligence for it all, exceeding all expectations once he submitted and gave in to the life and hand he was dealt with. He grew into one of EAA’s finest specialists they’ve ever had, an incredible asset that stayed loyal with nowhere else to go. Ashton was desensitized to the point where he lost himself somewhere in the pool of blood he spilt and the pile of bodies he stacked up. Though underneath it all he was just the teenage boy holding a box of his family’s belongings, doing whatever he needed to do as he was told. As long as it made the pain go away.

Over the years, Ash was one of the most reliable people in the army, if you needed something done, and done right, Ashton was your guy. While he is attached to a specific unit, the higher ups oftentimes pulled him away on special fieldwork as well, more covert operations that required tact and skill, and Ash could keep a secret to his grave. He’s had practice keeping one since he was five. No one bats an eye on the way Ash bounces back on his feet whenever injuries come around. He’s just that talented! He ate well! He’s youthful, he’s got his father’s genes and talents. Ash laughs them off and prolonged pretending to still be injured if it seemed suspicious. But one of those outfield missions went awry landing Ash in critical danger for once in his life, a misstep, a mistake made. Going in and out of consciousness one step too close to death, left Ash vulnerable as he was medically cared for without being able to walk it off before it was too late. And if they hadn’t paid attention to the way he healed faster than expected, pulling him under a microscope to see the way his cells regenerated at a speed not normal for humans - perhaps he’d still be holding onto that mutant secret.

It was a gift, a breakthrough in science, if they could just study him further– everything could change in the way their soldiers healed. Lives could be saved. He was taken off duty for the time being, excuse of needing to recover before going back on the field, and instead brought to the lab of the afterglow compound and was told all those nice things, appealing to the part of Ashton who just wanted to be useful. He assumed it was an order, and simply muttered yes sir.. For months he was held there, poked and prodded, blood and cell samples taken from him, his pain thresholds and limits tested. But what made Ashton pause was the sight of others there. A view of Afterglow hidden away from his years of training here, now in full view. And it was horrific, this wasn’t the same organization he thought he gave his life and loyalty to. He thought all his life, he had been doing good. Ashton silently took whatever was done to him, etching the visual in his brain of everything that happened here, to him, to others, to his parents. Until when he was returned to serve on the field, he left the force, quietly, without fanfare, honestly surprised they let him walk free. Perhaps because they’ve squeezed every ounce of him that they possibly could to profit off of him and there was nothing left of him for them to use.

The freedom was new and foreign to him, going back to Burnington, another box clutched in his arms as he was lost on what to do. He just knew that that rage he once thought had died off or beaten into submission, was once again reignited. He quickly joined the Silver Lining Militia, finding comfort in knowing at least there were familiar faces there, proving himself and his capabilities, and most importantly his loyalty and morality. Ashton now was trying to find his footing in somewhat of a normal life, getting a normal job to feed himself, and behind the scenes sitting with the militia to try and do good, perhaps find repentance in the life and lies he’s lived.

THE HEADCANONS

Ashton was five, he was in the kitchen on a Sunday morning with his parents trying to make breakfast and proving that he’s a big strong boy now! Unfortunately it ended up in a nasty burn across his arm and face as a hot heavy pan was dropped. He did his best not to cry as a big boy now but he still did, it hurt a lot. His mother helped take care of the burn wounds and patched it up, said it’ll heal in a few days, nothing to worry about, their bodies knew how to patch itself up. And patch itself up it did, perhaps way too well. By that night when they checked on the burns they were nowhere in sight. Somehow his parents just knew at that point, told Ash that his body was just really good at healing, but they also told him that he couldn’t tell anyone about it - a secret just between them. Ashton obeyed but never really understood it until much later learning more about mutants. Yet he regretted ultimately failing in the end. Even in this still life however, he still doesn't tell just anyone about it.

After leaving the military, Ashton struggled to find a place to fit in. He didn’t know what it took to live the life most people did in Burnington anymore. He found the one thing he did learn during his time in military training, was that he always bartended or mixed drinks for his own team or during events, perhaps the one civilian skill he picked up in a non-civilian life. Gravitating to the job in a place where he keeps his eyes on only the job and nothing else, keeping talks of his past life to a minimum and instead listening to others share their woes instead. He didn’t know where else to go and needed some way to support himself while he served the militia, not willing to take any handouts from them. And besides, at least no one judges people here at Hell’s Gate, mutants alike. 

It’s been ages but there were still plenty of things he remembered of his parents, a box of their things he’s held onto ever since now tucked away safely in a drawer. Now older, it was clearer on the things they did that lightly steered away from afterglow, and of everything, Ashton felt like he can at least follow the other path after ruining the other he was walking on. Outside of his job and militia, like his mother, Ashton began helping teach homeschooled kids in his spare time, those wanting to stay out of the afterglow school system, he was taught and self-taught everything he knew, making use of EAA’s resources to study everything he could. Now he could bring that same knowledge, filtering out any biases to teach knowledge and only knowledge. He hoped his mother would’ve been proud of that at least.

The one thing Ashton has mostly kept to himself was his love and fascination with the night sky. Despite the rot and destruction of their planet, the stars stayed as pretty as he could ever remember. A vast abyss, moving along without blinking an eye to the self destruction of earth, nothing but a drop in an ocean of the universe. Ash learned all he could about the sky, the universe and astronomy, oftentimes when he wanted to be alone, he can be found on the rooftop of the academy or the compound, laying down to gaze at the sky, for once since he lost everything, this was the place he found peace again. Now he’s still looking for his best stargazing place in Burnington but he long remembered simply laying on the roof of his home with his mom as they pointed out stars, planets and constellations.

Once as a specialist, Ashton was talented in many areas within the military, but he’s best known for being a good shot, best sharpshooter they had, as well as leading stealth recon and lethal thunder runs. Ashton would be one of the first few names to pop up if you ever needed people for those. Now he hopes that those skill sets would still be useful in the Silver Lining Militia.

He has a german shepherd, Dawn, that he trained with in the EAA, elite dogs bred and trained for warfare and now to aid the military in peacekeeping, and Ashton trained with her since she was a pup. She left the force with him on the account that she was just as stubborn as her trainer and refused to listen to any other soldier and let her go with him as an early retirement.

THE WANTED CONNECTIONS

brothers & sisters-in-arms (East Atlantic Army connections) : pretty much since Ash had been tossed there, it was all he knew, training, life, relationships, he was kept closely within the army and everything he did was for them. A connection that could either be very close to Ash mentors, juniors or peers, or had friction with him in those years. Ranging from during his teenhood up until the day he left.

how to life (friends) : Ash moved from one army to another militia, always trying to find ways to fight, it was what he was good at. But finding life outside of the army was tough, remember life before the army seemed like a distant dream, he doesn’t really know how to live what may have been a normal life, as normal as life as they know it can be at least. A connection that helped him acclimate to life outside of the military, with more time to himself now despite integrating with silver lining, he had been given more freedom than he knew what to do with.

the peek behind the glow (compound/afterglow connections) : you’ll be doing great good for everyone, was the lie he was told when they sat him down at the lab, a secret he’s kept all his life now out in the open to be used for some greater good. A connection within his short stint with the afterglow science and research department, perhaps were poked and prodded alongside him or were doing the poking and prodding. 

play pretend (childhood friends) :We’re gonna build a rocket ship to Mars! Ashton as a kid was bright and full of energy, despite being an only child, his mother often felt like he had the energy of three. Taking care of him was not easy and she was thankful for the other kids around their small neighborhood that played with him. A connection of a childhood friend that grew up with him in Burnington. Perhaps they lost touch after he joined the army, perhaps they were always in contact, but they had grown up with Ashton and been through a lot together in their formative years before he was tossed to the EAA. How would they feel seeing who Ashton was right now after losing their friend to the claws of the military and seeing him come back out of the fire alive?

[murdcrofcrows]

a million dreams are keeping me awake. i think of what the world could be, a vision of the world i see. a million dreams is all it's gonna take, a million dreams for the world we're gonna make. there's a house we can build, every room inside is filled with things from far away special things i compile, each one there to make you smile on a rainy day

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( general stats. )

— name : tallula park kennedy — nickname(s) : tully, tul, kennedy — date of birth : september 24th ( 31 ) — occupation : private ( east atlantic army ) — nationality : east atlantian — ethnicity : south korean — religion : agnostic — residence : afterglow compound — gender : cis woman ( she / her ) — orientation : demi-sexual, demi-romantic — status : single, attached at the hip to devan mccahill

( physical & mental characteristics. )

— voiceclaim / accent : nana + light appalachian accent  — height : 5’7” or 171cm — body type : athletic  — hair colour : black — eye colour : dark brown — dominant hand : ambidextrous  — tattoos : tba — piercings : none — physical health : above average, she has spent most of her life in intense physical training and often wore protection gear when in dangerous radioactive environments. while she has gotten hurt she has usually bounced back from it quickly and treats her body well, for the most part.  — scars : a couple, though stim gel has made most scaring obsolete and the military has unlimited access to it.  — style : tactical clothing and battle dress, though she does enjoy getting a chance to dress in other things when the rare occasion arises. — conditions :  fear of abandonment

( personality stats. )

— qualities : dauntless ・ responsible ・ advocate ・ careful ・  caring — flaws : confrontational ・ impatient ・ nagging ・ perfectionist ・ devious — mbti :  istp — moral alignment : neutral good — temperament : melancholy-phlegmatic-choleric ( the idealist ) — enneagram : type 6w7— the confidant — soul type : server — zodiac : libra sun ・ sagittarius moon ・ scorpio rising

( background check. )

— birthplace : unknown — intelligence : above average — education : equivalent to high school diploma ・ higher education certification, general — skills : hand to hand combat ・ military combat ・ extensive weapons training ・ martial arts training ・ acrobatics ・ multilingual ・ marksmanship ・ high speed driving ・ interrogation ・ technical proficiency — likes : looking at art ・ mythology ・ reading ・ learning ・ dancing ・ devan ・ winning ・ dressing up ・ piano music  ・ planning things out ・ maps ・ boxing ・ martial arts ・ chocolate covered fruit  ・ going fast on her motorcycle ・ helping people — dislikes :   hurting innocent people ・ sudden changes ・ when devan disappears ・ over-confident assholes ・ waiting ・ corporations ・ excessive violence ・ nightmares ・ being left behind ・ coffee ・ beige ・ cold showers — languages : english ・ cantonese ・ russian ・ french ・ spanish ・ italian ・ japanese ・ korean

( facts. )

she’s has a habit of getting physical when she gets angry, something the academy taught her. not many arguments got solved with words, that has unfortunately needed to be something she keeps in mind while out of uniform. 

has been looking to find more information of where she comes from and is trying to look more into her tightly sealed files in the afterglow compound. hacking isn’t her strong suit.

keeps a detailed journal of her thoughts and log of missions she’s been on so she can not only get it out of her head but also keep record of her past since she never had much of a past before.

prefers to have a plan before doing things but can adapt if she’s forced to

[folliesofmiceandmen]

I N T R O D U C I N G --

damien rush

CHARACTER BASICS.

FULL NAME: Damien Rush GENDER & PRONOUNS: cismale, he/him AGE & BIRTHDAY: 40, March 23rd WHERE DO THEY LIVE: Devil’s Elbow FACTION: Jackals (Secretary) OCCUPATION: owner & chef at Red Line Diner STRENGTHS: Calm, Confident, Earnest, Forgiving WEAKNESSES: Arrogant, Distractible, Softhearted, Reactionary FACECLAIM: Rahul Kohli WANTED CONNECTION: The Spouse: Damien has been in love with this person since he was a wee lad, and somehow they loved him back and he is both an extremely doting husband and a total simp.

DIGGING DEEPER.

TW; parental death, emotional abuse, alcoholism, loss of a pet

childhood; it started with a boy and his dog: damien was born and then his mother died. perhaps it was his fault, his father always said it was his fault. he took that in stride, because the people around him said differently. it was heartbreak that  made his father so angry. it was rage against lackluster medical care and a crisis of faith against the government he’d always been so gungho about, leaving him out to dry while he dealt with the burdens of both grief and new fatherhood all at once. the only nice thing damien can remember about his father is that damn dog. the one that followed him home one day, the one he said better not piss on the carpet, but that damien was allowed to keep as long as he took care of it. his life revolved around that dog and he loved it up until the day that it died.

teen years & young adulthood; a homecooked meal could save a life: damien didn’t set out to become any kind of chef, not really, but as he grew up, as he started to grow from the boy he was into the man he became, he realized a few things. the first was that his father was never going to love him, not really, because he was the stark reminder of his mother being gone, and the man couldn’t handle that. he’d settled into drinking his days away, leaving damien to fend for himself, to figure it out, to grow up quickly. the second was that he was going to have to learn how to cook if he wanted to eat, and if he wanted to even try to get his dad to eat. that was what started the journey of learning to cook for damien, as well as the rebellion that started slowly, then snowballed into getting mixed up with the jackals. he learned to cook and learned to care about himself, and kept his father alive through late night screaming matches and being told he shouldn’t have been allowed to live when his mother had died. he cried, but he found his people, found the love of his life, found himself.

now; they’re all my kids and i don’t like people fucking with my kids: cooking became more than just a means to survive, it became the way to thrive, first by simply taking a job as a chef at the red line, and then, as time wore on, eventually buying it from the old owner, who wanted to retire and have a quiet twilight of their life. it was late nights balancing books that made no sense at first, with only the support of his spouse and the kids working there who were now looking at him and counting on him to care. and he does care, constantly, probably too much. damien has never been one to turn a kid away who needs a job, or to stop someone from coming in to have a meal even if they can’t pay right now. he’s a bleeding heart, which he knows means that someone out there is going to try to take advantage of him, but he doesn’t care, he simply wants everyone to feel welcome, to feel loved. he wants his family to be what he makes it, no longer defined by what he was, but who he is.

EXTRAS.

associated song: work song - hozier associated color: sapphire blue associate smell: something simmering over a stove associated sound: pots and pans clattering

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CHARACTER BASICS.

FULL NAME: Serafina “Sera” Diaz Muñoz GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis female, she/her AGE & BIRTHDAY: 33, April 25 WHERE DO THEY LIVE: Burnington FACTION: Silver Lining Militia - Medic OCCUPATION: Physician at Afterglow Clinic STRENGTHS: Compassionate, Clever, Perceptive, Pragmatic, Intelligent WEAKNESSES: Stubborn, Sarcastic, Competitive, Judgemental, Verbose FACECLAIM: Adria Arjona

DIGGING DEEPER.

Growing up in such a large family meant it took more for Sera to be heard or seen. She learned very early on that a basic achievement such as a good grade wasn’t enough to earn a spot on the refrigerator among the several other accolades of her siblings. She had to be the best. It only took a few years more for her to realize how much she hated it. Competing with her brothers and sisters felt wrong on so many levels and she was too much like her mother to want any sort of rift in the family. Sera turned that edge to her studies.

Education was one of the many places that Sera excelled. She was top of almost every class she attended and chose a career in the medical field relatively early on. It was somewhat to spite her father. She saw him as utterly ridiculous in his attempts to isolate his children from what Sera considered the ‘real world’. She wasn’t naive to believe that the conflicts that had changed the world so thoroughly were behind them, but she also didn’t think her father’s survival tactics were quite as necessary as he led them to believe. She placated him by learning as much as she could about field medicine and earned, at bare minimum, a begrudging nod from the man. 

Sera was close with all of her siblings but shared a special bond with her oldest brother, Santiago. She saw him as more of a present and caring father figure than their own father and trusted him more than anyone else, including both of their parents. Until he joined the military. While she was still young, she never could understand why someone would want to make a career out of killing people. For that was all it was used for these days. Nothing good came of any military being in charge and surely everyone learned that through even a vague study of history. But she was wrong. Her relationship with her brother became strained and distant and she stopped speaking to him altogether when she was eventually accepted into medical school. 

Becoming a doctor was the easy part. Being able to utilize those skills to actually help people was something she learned was significantly harder. Sera hated Afterglow but even she could see that the only way to really address the ever present issue of the corporation was from within. She was hired as a physician in their clinic and was the model employee by day. By night she searched for any opportunity to disrupt the harm they spread. Sera’s entire existence was taken up by her sense of duty and compassion for humankind. So much so that she forgot to really cultivate any other relationships or significant pieces that made life what it was. Her sense of competitiveness was in full force and the competition was now a giant corporation bent on holding everyone under their thumb.

Almost by accident, Sera discovered that her brother had left his uniforms behind for the chance at making a more meaningful difference in the world. She had completely ignored his attempts to connect to bring her to Appalachia and instead used her new, and nefarious, employer as the conduit. It wasn’t until she had actually settled in Burnington that she found out he was not only a member of what people were calling the resistance, but he led it. Reconciling with her brother became another goal and she did it the same way she had attempted a relationship with her father, by joining in. It seemed to be more effective this time. 

Given how driven and focused Sera has been thus far in her life, she struggles to fit back in with her brother and all of the adopted pieces of his new family. She dotes on Maisie and adores Lindsey but, for the first time in her life, she feels like something is missing. She can’t for the life of her figure out what that might be but feels that bringing Afterglow a taste of its own medicine might just do the trick.

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family / connections:

Santiago Diaz Muñoz: Oldest brother

Valeria Diaz Muñoz: Youngest sister

lindsay o’halloran: brother-in-law

maisie o’halloran: favorite person

headcanons:

Loves to quote different things to people in random situations. Lots of historical statements, some poetry, and old literature. Gabriela Mistral is her favorite poet more for what she represents than her work.

Can’t swim and is afraid of water because one of her siblings pushed her in the water before she knew how and it scared her so much she never learned. 

Doesn’t like speaking Spanish and will only do it if someone insists but prefers to read in Spanish.

personality:

mbti: INFJ

alignment: neutral good

temperament: Phlegmatic

enneagram: 8, the challenger 

zodiac: Taurus sun, Sagittarius moon, Aries rising

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STATS:

full name: peregrine theodore kraven birthdate: april 21st age: 34 height: 6’0” sexuality: yes occupation: security for hell’s gate & soldier for the shamrocks faction: shamrocks ship status: happily belongs to angel cardona

BIOGRAPHY:

born into a family that was never meant to be a family. peregrine kraven took matters into their own hands at an early age

it wasn’t that their parents didn’t try to be good parents, it’s that they were too selfish to really commit to the role

simple tasks such as finding dinner and cleaning clothes all became his responsibility, and while he never complained outwardly, it was hard for him not to resent his parents

they were always off doing what they wanted to while perry stayed at home taking care of everything else

but as the years dragged on with perry begging for even an ounce of attention or care from their parents, they soon learned to give up

it was right after their tenth birthday, when their parents were dead asleep and everything was quiet, that they finally made the decision to leave

everything they owned fit into one singular backpack, and while they had no solid plan or destination in mind, they knew they needed to get out

for a long time, perry lived off of people taking pity on them; they were offered places to stay for a night or two, offered a warm meal or even a shower or bath so they could clean off the grime from their travels

the pity was nice for a while, and while they knew that some of those people would’ve liked them to stay permanently, perry just couldn’t bring themselves to do it

nowhere felt like home, and they would convince nothing ever would

but in their mid teens, perry stumbled upon a little community that felt different than the others had, it was there that they met the love of their life

they were gentle and understanding, and for once it was perry getting taken care of instead of taking care of everyone else

they settled in that community for several years, learning carpentry from their partner’s dad and even finding a companion in a little dog, who they promptly named bustopher jones

perry had made a comfortable life for themselves in that community, and yet they didn’t feel like they could stay

so despite having ties to the community and feeling happier than they’d ever been, perry and bustopher jones packed up their backpack and headed out, onto the next big thing

finding burnington was what finally convinced perry to stay in one place; the second he and bustopher stepped foot into west virginia, he knew he was home

he began exploring immediately, setting up a makeshift shelter that was mostly out of the way, the intention to build himself a house confirming his desire to stay right where he was

he discovered the shamrocks shortly after his arrival, and after watching them from afar for what felt like an eternity, he finally plucked up the courage to join

the group felt more like family than perry had ever really experienced in their life, and from that moment on he dedicated all of his time and attention to the shamrocks

it’s been well over ten years, and perry is still living happily in burnington 

he is still in the process of building his house, but he and bustopher jones make due with the little shelter that they’ve had for a decade

he earned himself the title of soldier in the shamrocks, and it’s a position he takes very seriously

though it may not seem like it at first, perry has a very goofy personality; he wants to make people smile, even if he himself is not smiling

perry spends most of the little free time they do have at hell’s gate, even if they already work there and report there for the shamrocks; it’s a comfort location for him, and he can always be found with a drink or cigarette in his hands