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[nxelles]

❛ ✰ · » yandeh sallah,  cis female,  she/her «  i  wonder  where  noelle woodbury is  today  …  i  haven't  seen  them  around  but  i  bet  they're  idly doodling her day away  over  at  redwood park.  ah,  our  beloved  fervour  …  for  a  twenty-seven  year  old  they've  never  grown  out  of  being  so  impetuous.  don't  get  me  wrong,  though,  they're  also  so  captivating,  which  makes  up  for  it.  keep  an  eye  out,  anyway,  i'm  sure  they're  on  their  way.  you'll  know  it's  elle  coming  from  a  mile  away,  because  they're  the  walking  embodiment  of  candy  hearts  melting  on  the  tongue, doodling hearts in the margins of a well-loved notebook, galaxies twinkling behind wide, brown eyes, & blood-red kisses pressed onto the back of unsent envelopes.

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𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 —

a gust of wind floating through gossamer curtains  // lost in the throes of delusion // conversation hearts in their saccharine sweetness, melting on the tongue // the flirtatious flutter of long lashes // lipstick marks pressed to the backs of unsent envelopes // juliet, crying to the moon from the safety of her balcony // la vie en rose // tendrils of mist, ever-elusive as it slips right through your reach // mascara-stained cheeks and red-rimmed eyes // a raging hurricane, creeping towards shore // leaps of blind faith // endlessly in pursuit of a retreating back // losing yourself in sweet reveries // braids coyly twirled around a manicured finger // enduring faith in love at first sight // the back of a hand pressed to the forehead followed by heavy, dramatic sighs // who could ever leave me, darling, but who could stay?

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 —

full name  —  noelle evelyn woodbury nickname(s)  —  elle age  —  twenty-seven date of birth  —  3 March, 1998 star sign  —  pisces gender  —  cis female pronouns  —  she/her/hers orientation  —  pansexual & panromantic occupation  —  aspiring artist hairdresser religious affiliation  —  unlabelled, but effectively agnostic family  —  terrence woodbury (father — estranged); esther bartley ( mother ); a couple of younger half-siblings and stepmother from her father’s second marriage face claim  —  yandeh sallah

𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲 —

there's a sweet sort of sadness in your earliest acts of self-sacrifice, a poignancy in the agonizing task of lighting yourself aflame time and time again in the name of keeping others warm. thus is the burden of the unwanted child — the save the marriage baby — desperate to fill in cracks and holes in the sinking ship that was your parents' marriage. yours is a constant dance on a precarious tightline, side-stepping landmines and tiptoeing on eggshells while you dazzle and distract; desperate to fulfill the herculean task of thawing the ice that'd long since settled on the eaves of your childhood home only to inevitably fall short of the mark every single time, there's a deep sense of inadequacy that sinks deep into your bones as the cold war continues to rage behind closed doors. it's never enough. why is it that you never manage to be enough? it's sometime around your eighth birthday that the bow breaks — an image you'll never be able to erase from your mind. your father storming out into the inky night, his back illuminated in the flickering porch light until the slam of the door behind him shakes the house to its foundation; there’s a finality about it that’s only further proven when the news of the divorce comes in a matter of days. with little time to devote to single fatherhood, the decision is made that he'd concede primary custody to your mother. you’re inconsolable — a wailing, pitiful mess for months to follow. and yet, you comply... a reluctant concession. life won't all roses in the seaside town she relocates to — her hometown — with your mother makes pennies on the dollar working as a seamstress, struggling and miserable while your father remarries and has two more kids that now occupy your childhood bedroom. He seems… content, nowadays, while the sharp tang of resentment fills the air around your mother like a storm cloud looming overhead. you try to ignore the sting of betrayal, the weight of being utterly replaceable, only break your own heart in the process. it's easier to exist in the far recesses in your mind, wrapping yourself in sweet reveries and dissociative bliss, than it is to accept the gaping wound that is your heart still furiously beating in your chest. Wishful thinking becomes reality as you straddle between the real world and the world of your own creation — a world where love conquers all and where there's someone out there that'll be willing to fill in your empty spaces, where good things come to good people and there's someone out there for everyone. there's a dreaminess about you, an intangibility in the distance in your eyes — the manic pixie dream girl with stars in her eyes and a heart given away too freely, an unpredictable rollercoaster of intoxicating highs and equally devastating lows, the romantic hero of your very own novel just waiting to be swept away in fate's grand design. romanticizing your life isn't just the whimsy most may see, but an act of survival. you're a magnetic force with a heart so occupied by everything that it's ready to burst at any second, feeling so deeply that all of it — the joy, the fury, the yearning — threatens to swallow you whole. it's no wonder why you find friends so easily, you enigmatic thing. it's no wonder that you never seem to stay single for long, wanting to be wanted so badly that you'll fall into whatever arms wait for you in the hopes that they'll be the one to finally complete you. it's no wonder how you turn to art as a means of expressing feelings too intense to put into words, choosing to expose them in broad splashes of color and ethereal imagery as if to afford others access into that dreamscape of your mind. your fire casts those around you in brilliant light, wrapping them in familiar warmth so long as they don't reach too close to touch. but fire devours, devastates, and you wonder how many flights of fancy and re-breaking of that raging heart it'll take until those flame leave you little more than ash and smoke, drifting in the wind.

𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 —

meet noelle! all emotion and passion, intensely romantic and desperately clinging to every bit of idealism she can hold onto, she admittedly has a reputation of being a little... well, much, from time to time.

As mentioned above, she wound up feeling very unwanted by her parents, which fueled a drive to carving a place out for herself among friends and peers. She has the tendency of being a clingy, needy friend and a serial dater, and will often go to great lengths in the name of keeping people in her life.

Quick to upset, quick to anger… quick to anything, really — she’s a hurricane, personified. The one thing she isn’t quick to is changing her mind — she’s got a stubborn streak a mile wide, and clings to her convictions like there’s no tomorrow. 

Most of her ‘good ideas’ end up being ridiculous and poorly thought out fever dreams — 10/10 do not recommend following along with her schemes unless you’re eager to clean up her messes or are looking for trouble.

She has a passion and talent for art and went so far make a career out of it out of school, but that lasted all of a couple of months until she realized she didn’t have the constitution for the ‘starving artist’ lifestyle. Hairdressing ended up being a compromise, but it’s not quite fulfilling enough for her. 

I've got tons of potential plot hooks listed at the bottom of her dossier (linked at the top of the post!) — feel free to take any and all if you're looking to get sucked up into her messiness!

[boyiiish]

❛ ✰ · » havana rose liu,  cis female,  she/her «  i  wonder  where  sage  cháng is  today  …  i  haven't  seen  them  around  but  i  bet  they're  browsing for the latest pop records & taking selfies in the changing rooms over  at grooves n’ garmz  .  ah,  our beloved sanguine  …  for  a  twenty six year  old  they've  never  grown  out  of  being  so  inattentive.  don't  get  me  wrong,  though,  they're  also  so  loquacious,  which  makes  up  for  it.  keep  an  eye out,  anyway,  i'm  sure  they're  on  their  way.  you'll  know  it's  sage  coming  from  a  mile  away,  because  they're  the  walking  embodiment  of heart-shaped sunglasses, loud giggles, hair adorned with brightly coloured butterfly hair clips and sunflowers.

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BASIC STATS:

full name: sage lousie cháng

birthday: 12th july 1997 (26 years old)

gender: cis woman (she/her)

sexuality: pansexual

EXTRA TIDBITS:

birthplace: hitheside hospital

current location: hitheside (she still lives in the cháng family home)

family: tao cháng (father), louise cháng (mother), theodore "theo" cháng (older brother, middle child), jude cháng (older brother, oldest child), dawson (the family dog, rescue whippet).

occupation: cashier at her mother's art shop.

character label: the sanguine

BASIC INTRO:

this will be updated accordingly!

sage was born and raised in hitheside, a summer baby, the youngest member of the cháng family, she has two older brothers.

the cháng family are quite well known around the hitheside area, with her father being a doctor at the local gp surgery & her mother owns a small business, selling her artwork, she paints pictures onto driftwood she finds at the beach.

she's always been quite an enthusiastic and boisterous child. after all, she's had to keep up with two older brothers.

her boundless optimism stems from her mother, growing up, her mother often let affirming sticky notes in her lunch box. overly positive/cheesy affirmations decorate the cháng family home.

sage's older brothers and father didn't really care for the overwhelming positivity, they teased their mother about it. but sage latched onto it.

both of sage's older brothers left hitheside and went off to university, to find their own ways in the world. but sage on the other hand realised from a very early age, that education wasn't for her.

but she had no idea what she ACTUALLY wanted to do with her life. she inherited her mother's talent for art and studied an art course at college for a little bit, but she eventually dropped out.

since dropping out of college, sage was given a year to get her life together, but that never actually happened. her parents eventually realised that it was best to late sage figure things out in her own time.

nowadays, sage floats around, having fun and avoiding her problems, like the fact that she still lives at home or the fact she's been working in her mother's shop for a few years & hasn't found another job.

sage is the first person on the dancefloor, the friend who is always there to give advice, mostly because she's avoiding her own problems, the friend with the loudest laugh, she's always smiling & maybe one day she'll have things worked out!!

SAGE'S AESTHETICS:

heart-shaped sunglasses, loud giggles, hair adorned with brightly coloured butterfly hair clips, sunflowers, lipstick stains on cheeks, bright smiles, doing tiktok dances with friends, funky cocktails, belting out pop songs on road trips, brightly coloured lucy and yak dungarees, hands decorated with silly doodles.

please note, this is all a work in progress and will be updated once i've plotted with people. if you'd like to plot with sage, please like this post & i'll message you or feel free to message me on discord @ radcorrie!!

[vanmols]

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎CHERRY  ,  as from melissa febos, "i know the impossibility of the hickey, whose urge is not ultimately to mark or be marked, but to possess and be possessed. ( ... ) all i can do is leave a mark —  the notation of my effort, a symbol for the thing. that is the endless pleasure and frustration of the writer and the lover: to reach and reach and never become."

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎CERISE VAN MOL  ,  the libertine ( a person who behaves without moral principles or a sense of responsibility, especially in sexual matters )  ,  as loved by sera ( she / her ).  pinterest + application.    TRIGGER WARNINGS PRESENT﹕ neglectful parenthood, slut shaming, mild sexual themes, more tba.

PART ONE  [ DOSSIER ]  ﹕

﹡  FULL NAME  . cerise van mol ﹡  NICKNAME(S) / ALIAS(ES) / TITLE(S)  . cherry ﹡  PREFERRED NAME  . cherry, as she is not french ﹡  AGE + DOB  . twenty - five + mar. 3 ﹡  GENDER + PRONOUNS  . cis woman, she + her ﹡  ORIENTATION  . bisexual ﹡  BIRTHPLACE  . hitheside ﹡  CURRENT LOCATION  . hitheside

﹡  LABEL  . the libertine, see﹕ a plethora of stereotypical issues, abandonment left to fester and grow / girl learns the word slut when she's too young and lets the word follow her into womanhood. ﹡  OCCUPATION  . romance advice columnist ( in a paper that nearly nobody reads —  she's starting to suspect that it's the same person writing in every other week ) ﹡  TROPES  . spirited young woman, vanity is feminine, parental abandonment, hates being alone, raised by grandparents, street smart, i need a freaking drink, my girl is a slut, madonna - whore complex, embodiment of vice. ﹡  INFLUENCES  . holly golightly ( breakfast at tiffany's ), satine ( moulin rouge ), helen of troy ( the iliad ), daisy buchanan ( the great gatsby ), anna karenina ( anna karenina ), meredith dardenne ( if we were villains )

﹡  EYES  . doe - shaped, bigger than small, easy blue, sometimes green. ﹡  HAIR  . longer in length, often second day curls —  honey blonde, lighter in the summer and swept up most in the winter. ﹡  HEIGHT  . five feet, seven inches ( 170cm ) ﹡  FACECLAIM  . casimere jollette

﹡  DOMINANT HAND  . left ﹡  JUNG TYPE  . esfp —  the entertainer ( friendly, outgoing, and supportive ) ﹡  ENNEAGRAM  . type 3w2 — the enchanter ( ambitious, charming, and enthusiastic ) ﹡  MORAL ALIGNMENT  . chaotic neutral

PART TWO  [ HISTORY ]  ﹕

you must be well - traveled, says the body in her room, looking at the collection of postcards on her cork board. it's overflowing, too many to count, to make sense of. cherry lights her cigarette, still in bed and scoffs,  you receive postcards, you know, you don't collect them.  they turn around and give her a half - hearted smile. they say, oh, right. sure, sorry.

mum calls when she needs something, which means that grammy's teal phone is ringing while cherry's blowing out her candles, but mum needs something ( which always means that she comes first —  she's grammy and grandpop's first child, and cherry's nothing but the leftover ). this is how it goes: grammy answers the phone while grandpop goes to get a knife to cut the cake, cherry climbs onto the lap of the friend closest to her and hugs them until she no longer feels like crying. when grandpop comes back, he tells them —  a group of pre - teens, too many to count but not enough to be a party party —  that grammy went to the bank. mum's stranded in south africa, cherry, grammy will be right back. cherry says,  yeah, alright,  and hands cake to her friends.

the first time cherry is called a slut is when she's twelve years old. one of her friends gave her some cherry lipgloss and they giggled over it while she applied it —  i'm cherry and i'm wearing cherry lipgloss!   she kisses a boy after school on the way home — er, well, he kisses her, but she enjoyed it. it was fine for a first kiss, except he held her shoulders a bit too tight and looked like he was going to throw up on her ( new ) shoes when he pulled away. oh, right, and his friend has a crush on her and cherry should have known, that's what mum says, anyway, and grammy. she smiled at him and he gave her his extra snacks and duh, everyone could see it. when he finds out that she kissed his friend ( that's what he says, and nobody believes her when she swears he kissed her first ), he calls her a slut and she cries for three days.

what do you want to be when you grow up? the teacher looks smug, like her lesson plan is going to change the lives of her students. cherry sits in the back with a lollipop in her mouth —  grammy thinks it's lewd, but cherry's fifteen, and grandpop chides grammy for thinking such a thing. she raises her hand and when called upon, answers,  i want to be better.  and the class snickers, and the teacher's smug look drops in understanding, and she nods once before moving on.

right, so, mum never comes home anymore and grammy keeps taking cherry to church. there's this woman on the congregation, her name is mary elizabeth ( cherry thinks, she really can't remember because she and her friends call the woman 'haircut', because her haircut is atrocious ) who thinks they're cursed —  she's told nearly everyone; one daughter who's gone doing who knows what, one granddaughter who's doing unspeakable things at the pier. it makes cherry laugh. the only unspeakable thing she's doing at the pier is stealing the novelty lollipops, but they see a pretty girl named cherry ( thanks, mum ) and assume the sin must be lusty. cherry goes to church because she still wants grammy's car when she gets her license.

her date has waited until the very end of it to tell her that they think she's ... troubled. they're one of those philosophical types, oxford bound, glasses at the end of their nose, holier than thou —  they say she's too angry, that she's using sex to deflect from what's hurting her. she's a flight risk, they say, and they hope she figures it out one day. cherry stares at them from the passenger seat. their breath still smells like her lipgloss, their skin is shining from sweat accumulated in the backseat. she blinks and gives them a smile, leaning over to kiss their cheek with a laugh. she says,  sure, stud. call me when you're back in town,  and when their semester ends, her phone lights up and cherry, with friends who have heard all about it, doesn't recognize the number.

are you angrier or happier? cherry looks up at her questioner. her stomach hurts from laughing, but her chest is empty. no lungs, no heart, nothing but rib - meat and mold. she purses her lips and answers,  i'm okay.  and she must be, she's among friends and lovers. cherry gets up and wipes herself off.  another bed to conquer,  she reports when gathering her stuff from the booth.  wish me luck, i'll call you all tomorrow.

PART THREE  [ SUMMARY & TRIVIA ]  ﹕

the summary ( of both the google doc & the above ) is this: mum who didn't want a daughter dumps cherry with her grandparents, cherry grows up unloved and unwanted, she finds solace with her friends, but also through promiscuous activities that she learns to embrace while going through girlhood.

is, generally, a natural flirt. i imagine that her friends are aware that it's mostly a front ( cherry is very deeply angry and hurt and she truly cannot and will not! get over it ). if she had a better upbringing, i imagine that she'd still be flirty, but in a much more happy - go - lucky way. cherry rn is if you were flirting but you were depressed about it ( manic pixie dream girl to the tourists, catnip to the 'i can fix her' crowds, she thinks it's funny )

written in the google doc, but something i want to incorporate here, too, is that she has a strenuous relationship with her grandparents ( specifically her grammy, smthn, smthn, mother / daughter / granddaughter / mirrors of each other, smthn, smthn ), but her grandparents love her friends. probably always willing to host them and loves them down and likely treat them better than they treat cherry —  but no worries because cherry really is a problem child and she knows it.

takes her job very seriously —  maybe, too seriously —  as a romance advice columnist. unfortunately, she works for a print newspaper that has very little readers so she probably makes the gang buy it / write in / read her stuff.

wannabe dark academic, wants to be an academic so badly but is only high school educated. too poor to afford uni but also —  smart, but not smart enough to get any scholarships, so forwent uni altogether and stayed in hitheside ( i wrote in her app that she, essentially, has average-pretty-girl-shackled-to-hometown syndrome and that's the best way i can describe her )

all she wants is to not be her mother <3 OR her grandmother <3 and the best way to do that is to be a slut ( honorific )!

PART FIVE  [ TIES & RELATIONSHIPS ]  ﹕

wanted connections include: the #Girlies, former enemies / did not get along but now they're as thick as thieves, i could fix them but tbh whatever wrong with them seems funnier, daily clown convention, it's rotten work [ to take care of me ] / not to me it isn't, i want to bite you ( positive ), alternatively i want to bite you ( negative ).

thank u sm for reading ( im so sorry ) my rambling, i'm so so excited to plot with you all and write and be so happy about our babies!!

song credit ( cinnamon girl by lana del ray, empty arena edit ) goes here!

[boyiiish]

❛ ✰ · » asa germann, cis-man, he/him « i wonder where finlay "finn" davies is today … i haven't seen them around but i bet they're trying to surf over at hitheside. ah, our beloved wayfarer … for a twenty six year old they've never grown out of being so impatient. don't get me wrong, though, they're also so adventurous, which makes up for it. keep an eye out, anyway, i'm sure they're on their way. you'll know it's finn coming from a mile away, because they're the walking embodiment of mucky converse, freckled skin from the sun, late night road-trips with friends and dog eared postcards, from random places in europe, with hastily scribbled notes written on the back.

PINTEREST / PLAYLIST

triggers: weed mention

BASIC STATS:

name: finlay michael davies

nickname: finn (prefers to go by this)

birthday: december 27 1997 (26 years old)

gender: cis man (he/him)

sexuality: pansexual

EXTRA TIDBITS:

character label: the wayfarer

birthplace: nottingham university hospital

current location: returned to hitheside, for a couple of months (living with his fraternal twin).

family: tbd davies (fraternal twin), michael davies (father), hannah davies (mother)

occupation: works @ the indoor arcade on hitheside pier, thinking of quitting though.

BASIC INTRO:

this will be updated accordingly!

finn and his twin were born on a bright but cold, december morning @ nottingham university hospital.

his parents moved the family to hitheside when the twins were a few months old. although the davies parents, LOVE & support their children, they are just never around, they work a lot.

finn and his twin had a lot of babysitters, the pair often had to make their own fun together, playing make-believe, reading books etc.

as they became young adults & didn't need to be watched anymore, the two ventured outside into the real world.

that was it for finn, once he was outside, you had to practically drag him back inside, his mum did that once.

then he went on a school trip abroad to spain & that's when everything changed, finn realised he liked travelling. he was in awe of everything.

fast forward a few years later, finn went on a gap year after finishing college, he went interrailing around europe & he loved it, he didn't want to come home!!

the gap year changed into a gap few years & he just wandered for a little bit, eventually settling down in amsterdam for a little bit. sending his family notes home every once in a while.

but amsterdam was expensive, he only had a job working in an a coffeeshop (you know what i mean xx) so he wasn't earning much.

also his family were badgering him to come home, they missed him. so a couple of months a go, finn moved back home.

finn currently lives with his twin and works at the local indoor arcade at the pier.

he's happy to be back with his twin and his friends, he's missed them all but he does have the itch to go travelling again.

he still goes visiting to different parts of the UK but it's not the same, he doesn't really know how to talk to his sibling about that.

FINN'S AESTHETICS:

mucky converse, freckled skin from the sun, late night road-trips with friends, dog eared postcards, from random places in europe, with hastily scribbled notes written on the back, cheeky grins, smoking weed on a roof-top studying the stars, ripped jeans, fingers tapping against a tabletop, bruised knees, watching foreign films, cycling everywhere.

please note, this is all a work in progress and will be updated once i've plotted with people. if you'd like to plot with sage & finn, please like this post & i'll message you or feel free to message me on discord @ radcorrie!!