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[ronxnb]

CISMALE — ever hear people say RONAN BARONE looks a lot like LORENZO ZURZOLO? I think HE is about 22, so it doesn’t really work. The BIOLOGY major is a JUNIOR that is from LIVINGSTONE, VERMONT. They can be COURAGEOUS, but they can also be DESTRUCTIVE. I think RONAN might be SHEEP. They are living in KIERAN.

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spots of blood on white satin sheets, the first invigorating sip of coffee in the morning, hand-rolled cigarettes between paint stained fingers, waiting for a happy birthday call that never comes, the tempting smell of salt and grease as you walk past fast food restaurants, & running until every muscle is on fire 

hello honeys, i am back after the absolute nightmare of the past two and a half months. i’ve missed this place dearly and am excited to get the ball rolling again. for anybody i haven’t met, my name is ashley! i’m gonna place my little bio for ronan under the cut, i’d love to plot with each and every one of you, so, pls, hmu 

ronan is the eldest of two boys born to extremely wealthy politicians. they may have entered the political arena with the intention to make the world a better place, but by the time ronan was born, they’d become much more obsessed with rising in the ranks, schmoozing the bureaucracy, and keeping up appearances. you couldn’t leave the house with a single hair out of place in the barone family. this meant that his parents openly preferred his brother: the golden boy. he was charismatic, engaging, well liked, and a star athlete whereas ronan preferred to sit under the bleachers with a cigarette, his sketchbook, and a small group of close friends

so when a girl overdosed on some pcp and the investigation lead the police to the barone’s front door, ronan was the obvious suspect

the boys were never particularly close, their parent’s bias creating a divide between the two of them, but when his brother sat on his bed crying to him about how scared he was, ronan was overcome with the need to protect him. that was what big brothers were supposed to do, right? and so ronan confessed to selling drugs; taking a plea deal that meant he’d spend two years in juvie before being released on his 18th birthday. his time in juvie was far from pleasurable. he was tall but scrawny, making him a prime target for bullying. on top of that, he didn’t see or hear from his family once. not even the brother who he’d sacrificed so much for

it seemed one of the guards felt sorry for him because he took it upon himself to teach ronan some basic self defense moves. he discovered his brother might not be the only star athlete in the family. soon he wasn’t just able to defend himself in a fight, he was winning. by the end of his sentence, no one dared lay a finger on him

the day he was released he was returned his now too small clothing and an envelope with a check for 10,000 dollars in it. it turned out his parents knew his brother was the one dealing all along and this was the first of his monthly hush payments. the knowledge that his parents knew he was innocent and still preferred his brother sparked an anger so hot inside of him that it finally killed off the soft, quiet spoken boy he once was

ronan, who had gotten his GED while in juvie, returned to his hometown and enrolled at gifford university. he was always a very intelligent kid, especially when it came to math and science, so he actually enjoys school. he’s majoring in biology, but his ultimate goal is to combine his love for science and art to become a textbook illustrator

you’d likely never guess he was a straight A student, though. he frequents an underground fight club as well as argues and picks fights with anyone who annoys him (which is most people). he’s almost always sporting bruises and his knuckles are permanently scabbed. he uses the hush money his parents send him to pay for his lavish housing, top notch art supplies, and anything else he desires

the only people that know he covered for his brother is him, his brother, and their parents. the boys look eerily similar and his brother always wore a hat and used an alias when he would deal, which is why it was so easy for ronan to cover for him

possible connections:

people he grew up with in livingstone. there are a lot of different options for this one. they could have been friends before he was arrested and they lost touch, or they were friends before he was arrested and they don’t like the person he’s become, or maybe they knew of each other before he was arrested but are just starting to get to know each other now)

close friends!! ronan is difficult, but when you worm into his heart, he’ll rip apart anyone that upset you

exes. they could have broken up when he went to juvie or it could be more recent

hook-ups. my boy is very sex positive

roommate(s)!! i’d love to have a roommate(s) for ronan. he lives in kieran

people who are friends with his brother (who did a semester at gifford, but is now a major league baseball player)

an ex of his brother’s, maybe?? 

cousins!!

a really interesting connection could be a family member or friend of the girl who overdosed on ronan’s (his brother’s) drugs

people he doesn’t get along with. ronan is a prickly pear who will pick a fight with just about anybody

somebody that’s a part of the same fight club as him

[tommyhwthrn]

CISMALE — ever hear people say THOMAS HAWTHORNE looks a lot like YOUNG LEONARDO DICAPRIO? I think HE is about 22, so it doesn’t really work. The BIOTECHNOLOGY major is a JUNIOR that is from JACKSONVILLE, FLORIDA. They can be +RESOURCEFUL, but they can also be -UNRELIABLE. I think TOMMY might be SHEEP STATUS. They are living in BALTA. 

hi every1 im jack, im from england, currently dying and melting in this heatwave but anyway this is tommy, hes a fresh new baby of mine, possible plots/connection are at the bottom, okay love u all already x

tommy was adopted from birth, and grew up anaware he was, hes super close with his mum, and his relationship with his father has always been rocky.

everyone calls him tommy, sometimes tom... rarely tho... never thomas...just no...unless its a cute ship thing maybe who knows... and hes from the sunny florida.

he has two adopted sisters who are 10 and 12 years younger than him, and is unaware if his biological parents ever had more kids of their own.

always been told to make other people happy, tommy is a huge people pleaser and loves to love  often tries to make everyone happy and it doesnt always work oops.

lived in jacksonville his whole life, he discovered he was adotped in his high school freshman year in which he responded to it with feelings of hurt and deceit. it took him a while to get over it and some reckless decisions were made throughout the rest of the year which got him a reputation he isnt so proud of.

he came out as bi initially, trying to convince himself that he could like both - believing that his father would approve more if this were the case. and it wasnt till his senior year he came out a second time.

a bit of a geek at times, he says some weird random shit but you know what, we love it 

a hopeless romantic or simply a lustful sexual erotic boy?

surprisingly smart and resourceful despite being an unreliable idiot at times, like he'll literally trip over his own feet or think he's lost something and it'll be right in front of him 

oh and he has tortoiseshell glasses that he wears for reading or univesity lab sessions super cute stunning

possible plots/connections

people from back home, whether thats childhood friends, family friends, high school nemesis, neighbours, literally anything

biological siblings hes never met

drug buddies/dealer/bad influencer

enemies

hook ups

past lovers

will they wont they romance

friends with benefits

anything and everything xx

[pearlwxnters]

CIS FEMALE — ever hear people say MIABELLA “MICKEY” LOPEZ looks a lot like ALEXA DEMIE? I think SHE is about 21, so it doesn’t really work. The CHILD ACTRESS is here because SHE’S EVICTED FROM THE SPOTLIGHT AFTER HER THIRD DUI and they are from BEL AIR, LOS ANGELES. They can be WILD, but they can also be AUDACIOUS. I think MICKEY might be A SHEEP. ( pand. 25. GMT. she/ha. )

helo its ur girl... P! (pand not diddy) i haven’t written slash grouped in ten billion years so insert gif of cowboy sauntering back into his local saloon after being presumed dead and eaten by crows in the wilderness. here’s my new crazy spawn, enjoy her friends and foes!!!

self professed duisaster, washed up child star but don’t voice this or u will receive a swift hoof to the teeth with one of her clunky vintage clogs she threw glitter on to cover up the bleach stains from years of polishing out tequila vomit. class is as dead and gone as her childhood hamster Mitzy, flushed too soon bcs he stunk, but :/ oh well

so mickey was adopted at five, not for any grandiose reason but bcs she drew so exceptionally outside the lines tht her kiddy portraits resembled an abstract pollack and Marilyn Voltaire saw $omething in h$r (it was Fame and fortune. but oh she was wrong and scorned by this bratty child). mickey is an anomaly, not by default, but by defiance, if marilyn wanted a trish walker? she got a jessica. if marilyn wanted her to jump? she rode the prize shetland over the fence and crashed thru the picnics, breaking her adopted sister’s ankle in the process...

(bitch deserved the bone snap) Joanna. lovely, bouncy curly, rosy and reddening lips joanna. the prize which u didn’t toss to keep trying for the jackpot. bcs everything was about the jackpot with this unfortunate Bel Air family. but how could u complain when u were dragged from the rags to the riches, except whomst asked?

so mickey ws one of five, two fled the nest persuing boring careers in dentistry and law, joanna became the poster child for brand sponsorships, getting her own mac lipstick within three years, scoring billboards of her magazine spreads, starring on the cover of Vogue in China... which mickey reminded her wasn’t the us, so she could shut the fuck up 

her remaining sibling, fondly known as Ferret, is Mickey’s twin brother simply bcs they’re similar ages and equally as petty, glamorous and glitter splashed. vanity comes before fair in their broken doll house, not only were they chosen together for this lavish life as child slaves prodigies for Marilyn’s whimsical whims to become a curator of the arts, they both did little with it: Ferret becoming known on the drag circuit after a dwindling career in theatrical arts and Mickey being booted from Disney, and a subsequent reality show about ex-child stars which she was tricked into thinking was about what a mesmeric queen she’d become since puberty

so yah after appearing in the press for eccentric fashion choices and her ridealongs with the Hollywood brat pack, boots flung over the wing mirror as Ferret cruised along, wig flying off with the high speeds they managed when inebriated, Mickey was told by Marilyn she needed to clean up or be cut off, Forevah. so Mickey is teaching a drama class, or mor like guest appearing, living in a gaudy apartment while the heat from her third dui pays off. THE ENDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!

also she believes pablo escobar is her true father

idk that got long and i probably missed shit out but Slurps Milkshake, that’s all folks!

[suzyhardings-blog]

CISFEMALE — ever hear people say SUZANNE HARDING looks a lot like ABIGAIL COWEN? I think SHE is about 20, so it doesn’t really work. The CASHIER has lived in Livingstone for TWO YEARS. They can be +AMIABLE, but they can also be -NAIVE. I think SUZY might be A SHEEP. ( karina. 18. pst. she/her. )

wow two characters in a row i’m on a roll here but you know the drill like and i’ll hit u up!!

tw for abuse!!

also here is her pinterest board

okay weirdly enough her and malcolm both have that in common but like !! this is not a trend in most of my charas they are the only two but other than that she is the TOTAL OPPOSITE 

suzy and her older sister were the daughters of a wannabe actress who got pregnant twice with her boyfriend at the time. they thought they could keep the two girls and raise a family together, but her acting career never kicked off and her boyfriend couldn’t provide for all of them so they gave suzy and her sister away when they were very young

they were in foster care bouncing around from home to home for awhile as children until they were finally taken in by a man and his wife who once they got in their home it was easy to tell these people did not care for the children

suzy felt like she was cinderella, only in the house for the benefits and to clean up 

the man was a terrible drunk and whenever he got drunk would take out all his anger on the girls, though her older sister always took it upon herself to distract him from suzy to protect her

because of this suzy def didn’t get it as bad as her sister but she still got it v bad 

despite all of this she maintained a very positive attitude, seeing how good and caring her sister was towards her and protecting her she knew that there are good people in the world and refuses to allow one bad man to ruin her life

her sister kept her really sheltered, trying to protect her from everything in the world, making her this totally naive overly positive girl (but don’t call her naive she hates it)

once her sister turned 18 they left with all the money they had saved up from years of working just to stay out of the house, bouncing around until they found a good home

by the time she turned 18 they were living in livingstone and stayed there, finally having a weight lifted off their shoulders and feeling as if they could move on with their lives

some stuff abt suzy!!! she is super hippieish, wears flowy boho clothes with a bunch of crystals. is a tarot reader and always wants to give people readings. she’s the type of person to get lost intentionally, always wants to be connected to nature, and will be out all night looking at the stars trying to point out as many constellations as she can, also she has a lil tabby cat ALSO SHES NEVER BEEN KISSED AND IS A HOPELESS ROMANTIC

wanted connections!!

her sister!! def looking for her older sister, her best friend, her protector !! most abt her is above

friends!! she’s a bit of an oddball and loner/wallflower but has lived here for two years so some fellow oddball friends !!

good influence!! someone like her sister who sees how sweet and naive she is and wants to keep it that way, wants to protect her from the world and keep her happy and not see her positivity broken down

bad influence!! she is easily influenced (kind of) and needs some corrupting tbh. she’s never drank, smoked, been to a party and needs someone to kind of bring her into that other side of life and we’ll see how it goes

the heartbreaker!! okay tbh i couldn’t think of a good title for this one but just someone who she kinda falls for/has a crush on who is so wrong for her and is bound to break her heart. i love angst so let’s shatter some hearts

[calebarchived]

CISMALE — ever hear people say CALEB MONTGOMERY looks a lot like DYLAN O’BRIEN? I think HE is about TWENTY-SIX, so it doesn’t really work. The DRUG DEALER has lived in Livingstone for TWO YEARS. They can be +GREGARIOUS, but they can also be -ADDICTIVE. I think CALEB might be A TIER ONE SHEPHERD. ( alli. twenty. cst. she/her. ) 

some of yall know him but he’s sort of revamped for livingstone so.. smiles evilly but sexily tada!

tw: drugs tw, addiction tw, car crash tw, drunk driving tw, rehab tw, homophobia tw

i. history 

the second son born to christian and maria montgomery, caleb comes from a family of prominent doctors and lawyers. 

caleb grew up in the upper east side of manhattan. his older brother, charlie, was his closest friend as a child, but the two grew apart as time passed. their father was always proud of charlie, seeing caleb as little other than a disappointment. 

when caleb’s little sister, caroline, was born, caleb became a true middle child, the one most often forgotten and fretted over the least. this rubbed off on him and he started acting out to little response from his parents. 

he ran with a troubled crowd from a young age. though he attended the best private school his family’s money could buy, it did little to craft him into the scholarly gentleman his dad hoped he would become.

a star member of the lacrosse team and eventually captain, caleb found the one thing he was good at besides partying on the field. 

caleb battled addiction throughout much of his high school career, everything coming to a head after his first bad breakup, when he drove drunkenly home from a party and caused a car crash that cost a young girl the use of her legs. 

after this, his father paid off the family and sent caleb to rehab. when he returned, he was then shipped off to a boarding school where he finished high school. he has hardly been home since, not even to see his siblings. 

caleb began college at NYU, but after getting kicked out and then sent back to rehab by his family his junior year, he finished his undergraduate in chemistry and gifford in livingstone. vermont. this was agreed upon by his parents as it was far enough away from his family but not too far that they couldn’t keep an eye on it. 

it also happened to be the town his brother lived and worked. 

now that he has graduated, caleb lives in livingstone and works as a drug dealer, trying to avoid getting caught back up in his old habits, but we all know the saying about those.. 

he got involved in the app because some of his friends from college used to whisper about it when it was just in development. he decided to take a look, as the smallest available option, just out of interest but now he’s too afraid to get out. no one knows he’s not a sheep.

ii. extras 

gay and hardly out. his father has his own ideas about who his son should be and this doesn’t fit his mold. with his brother and sister in town, he’s terrified they could find out and accidentally alert their father to the news. 

local friendly drug dealer and big time fuck up. he parties all the time, practically every day, and makes his living this way. 

very outgoing and can talk to a brick wall. also lives his life shrouding feelings with sarcasm and doesn’t let very many people truly IN. 

can be very protective of those closest him. not afraid of getting into fights.

spends most of his free time skating or smoking weed 

often on or around campus as he sells to both students and staff alike, and some of his closest friends are still students

terrified of the app. feels like he’s done so much that could be exposed that he could get turned on any minute 

iii. connections

his siblings are both wanted connections that i would LOVE because i just added them to caleb’s story and they make him make a lot more sense to me.. lmk if ur interested 

best friends, general fuckup buddies, hoodlums goofin, etc u know the drill 

a guy gang?? they just watch each other play video games and party and send each other shitty memes

old hookups (not gender specific!), ex girlfriends (never anything serious but caleb attempted a lot of relationships), exes to partners in crime, hookups to nemesis, etc??

clients (he sells pretty much anything you could ask for tbh) 

skate friends/enemies

party friends/enemies 

im open to anything! hit my line drake hotling bling dance move

[scigebabadook]

cisfemale — ever hear people say SAIGE BORDEAUX looks a lot like LIANA LIBERATO? I think SHE is about 20, so it doesn’t really work. The LINGUISTICS + CRIMINAL PSYCHOLOGY major is a SOPHOMORE that is from ALL OVER THE PLACE. They can be BLITHE, but they can also be EVASIVE. I think SAIGE might be a SHEEP. They are living in BALTA. ( snot goblin. 20. EST. she/they. )

hello ,,, it seems i am a sheep and Refuse to leave the herd. aka i love u all so frickin’ much ,,, and w/o further ado, here is saige !! pleathe LIKE this so i can shimmy into yr ims !!

TW: drug use, alcoholism, implied abuse ? shitty parents at the very least, addiction

a e s t h e t i c s

stick n’ pokes at 2am – when your drunk and giggling too much in between purposeful stabs, avoiding the cracks in the sidewalk because they’re bad luck and they’ll break your mother’s back – even if your mother doesn’t love you, because you love her, the familiar riff in an old song – one that’s got you strumming along silently; there is no guitar, only empty air lit by the christmas lights you haven’t taken down. it’s may. swallowing down shots, and by default, swallowing down problems. laughing quick, easily, constantly. skinned knees from skateboarding, despite being rubbish at it. wishes on eyelashes stuck to your cheekbones, glitter sticking, running into the ocean at sunrise; feeling at home. excuses, and the many forms they come in. telling people you love them through hand squeezes and fresh muffins, sideways glances and soft, eager grins.

general info !!

full name: saige alouette bordeaux

nickname(s): n/a so give her some uwu

b.o.d. - july 7th, 20 whole yrs old.

label(s): the hedonist, the icarcian, the reveler, etc. etc.

height: 5′7″ !!

hometown: thibodaux, louisiana

sexuality: firstly when aren’t my babies bi as FUCK but she also prefers masc-presenting folks

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biography !!

the fallible daughter of two very infallible people: robert bordeaux, US lieutenant general, and manon levesque, world renown fashion designer. both calculating, cold, and purposeful.

saige never believed she was created out of love. it was an action with a purpose, intentions to create the perfect child. the hybrid of both military genius and fashion extraordinaire, molded to their will.

it took them no more than six months after her birth for her parents to up and move, thus beginning the cycle of packing and unpacking, flying and driving, state-to-state and country-to-country. the longest saige had ever stayed in one place was two years.

kept on a short leash, homeschooled, and learning skills she had no interest in – she was more like a pet, a project, than a child. the world moved all around her, but she felt restrictively tethered to her parents.

she had always felt this way. a bird in a cage of thorns.

it was hard to keep and maintain friends – saige would be there one day, and gone the next. a ghost, a very visible ghost. even so, she tried her hardest.

running from bodyguards (nannies, in a sense. her father is a paranoid man) into festival crowds and climbing out of windows in the dark of night to swim in lakes with locals she’d meet only a few hours earlier – she absorbed as much of what she could get; this intense, undying love for a world she had always craved to see.

it was the start of something near dangerous – a phase that seemed to never end, rebellion coursing through her veins. a wild child in the making, unknowing of limits. the bad sort of crowd was the crowd she found herself landing, more often than not – introducing the sheltered girl to a world she hadn’t quite known existed

she ran away, briefly, at age fifteen with a man three years older than her – which nearly ended up in a tabloid magazine if it hadn’t been for her parents’ money. though the guilt of her parents’ disappointed weighed on her, the thrill fueled something much worse

from that point on, she became a problem child. from public intoxication to vandalism – it was clear their daughter was unraveling and nothing could contain her.

boarding school was a small attempt to stop it – she got expelled.

she hadn’t intended to go to university, either – but, by some chance – and after a mysterious year-long disappearance from public eye during her eighteenth year of living, next thing she knew, she was a student at gifford university in a town she’d never been to before.

personality !!

bubbly. so fucking bubbly. she’s got so much fucking energy on her – she goes running every morning and every night and swims like every afternoon and she’s n e v e r tired ?? the personality of a coke bottle shaken up but like if the bottle could laugh.

tries her hardest to be the Happy Fun friend, y’know, the one who can hook you up w/ some sicccc shit b/c she befriended/possibly slept with her drug dealer and now she gets discounts.

like, generally, comes off as very confident of herself and fearless and, like, yes–reckless, but like a fun reckless, y’know ??

talks a l o t, could ramble for days, hand gestures and all.

if she wants to do something, she will do it and there’s not much you can do to stop her tbh. she’s very easy-going, very go-go-go, very…mischievous, y’know? even if she’s trying to do something stupid you kinda just have to let her do it or otherwise she’ll mope for three hours and pout at you and you’ll feel ?? this weird sense of guilt ?? which isn’t the Best thing but she’s not the best person either so dfghjh

a vegetarian !! meat makes her sick, like, physically.

uuuhh her vocabulary consists of a lot of ‘likes’ and ‘ums’ and ‘y’knows’, y’know ??

i am like 99% sure she’s got adhd but she’s never been diagnosed with it b/c her parents suck with that stuff. her parents sort of suck in general.

like…she’s currently not on speaking terms with them. she’s not disowned…like, yet, but they haven’t said more than like five words to each other since saige was eighteen and it k i l l s her but they also send her a shit ton of money every month so.

owns like…four cars…..she has them all on campus…..she prolly isn’t suppose to…but she does…one of them’s a real sleek sports car, one is a jacked up pick-up truck that’s decked out in like LED lights n shit, one is the same exact fucking car from the princess diaries b/c saige is obsessed w/ the movie. the other is like. a mini cooper probably.

a photographer, her walls are covered in photographs and art and taped-down plants and in general her room is very ?? cluttered ?? like it’s very home-y but god. she’s a mess. clothes everywhere. she’s probably got a pile of instruments and other miscellaneous hobbies on a chair in the corner that she hasn’t touched in a while

speaking of !! she has a bunch of random, like, skills ?? like knitting and sewing and cooking and three different forms of ballroom dancing, and she can definitely work a gun and a car engine except she goes thru interests so rapidly and is disinterested in most of the other ones b/c her parents forced like half of them onto her.

she plays bass guitar. she loves her bass guitar. she knows other instruments but the only ones she’ll really fidget with are her bass guitar and like, her violin. everything else she’s like ~okay~ at

got really obsessed with languages at a young age and started learning them ?? her mother is like. super french, like genuinely from france, so she already grew up speaking both english and french but she’s learnt others for the hell of it and she’s still learning like three other at the same time which is a MESS but she’s a mess so like can u blame her sdfghj

but like i said, she’s v e r y reckless. very much a party girl. she uses like…quite a few drugs, both socially and alone and frankly – she’s rarely sober.

a budding alcoholic because she’s convinced that without it she’ll be Miserable and Horrible to everybody because she’s a Horrible, Awful person who is the absolute Worse and if drinking vodka mixed in with 23 crystal lite packets helps with not thinking like that then she’ll do it no questions asked

its a problem she’s been developing since she was younger, only amplified by … the situation, that happened when she was eighteen.

is essentially wearing this mask of confidence and giddiness and flirtatiousness b/c she doesnt want people to think she’s doing Not Okay.

she loves so much. she loves everything, everybody. falls in love like five times a day but nothing really sticks to her either. if ur a shitty person/come off as an asshole then she’ll be more likely to be attracted to her b/c shes Always been like this. finds them super interesting which is ?? questionable ?? sometimes i want to just. knock some sense into her but y’know what…it’s fine we’re Fine

she gets around p frequently but is also the type of person who’ll like, try n maintain a positive, good friendship with whoever she sleeps with b/c the idea of having regrettable encounters is smth that Bothers her and she just pretty much refuses.

it’s honestly a bit of a problem ?? she blurs the lines between friendship and Something, Anything More too often and with too many people b/c she just. wants to be loved. but there is never enough !

she does stick n pokes !! a whole bunch !! let her give you one !! she can’t draw for shit but i mean, who cares, right ??

uuuhh her mom sends her like…prototypes of things she designs n shit that isn’t out yet and saige 100% always gives it away or it sits in her closet and essentially that is her go-to gift for birthdays or christmas or whenever she feels like it

there’s literally sm i could say about her but i’ll stop Here b/c it’s getting too long sksksksk

wanted connections !!

give me. a best friend. just somebody who sticks by her side even though she’s a Mess

like, a ride or die ?? is that the same as a best friend ?? idc i want both :)

and just in general, like, people she’s p close to ?? she’s really friendly and is the kind of girl who’d be really popular in high school but doesn’t care abt popularity n talks to literally Everybody like she’s known them all her life.

ESP if ur muse is a lil grumpier !! she will fuck their shit up, but like, in a friendship way.

party pals, where they don’t talk that much outside of parties but inside them ?? super close. glued to the hip. hold-your-hair-back kinda tight.

frenemies ?? fake friends ?? toxic pals ?? ppl using her for her money or like, sex, or something ?? anything ??

bad influences ?? who just encourage all of saige’s shit ??

good influences ?? who are like YOINK stop being an idiot.

a tutor b/c she’s like…she’s smart, okay, but she’s also really stupid LMAO. she’s rly bad at math and science. somebody help her.

hook ups ?? fwbs ?? that one, rare one-night-stand that went weird ??

exes ?? she’s sorta noncommittal so idk how long they would’ve dated but like sjdfkbo yolo ?? ex hook-ups too ??

…somebody who just. hates her. but she doesn’t realize bc she’s a big ol’ idiot. she thinks theyre pals !!

let her b a thorn in someone’s side, just like, an absolute annoyance LMAO

gimme an enemy, or like an ex-best friend where something happened between them n it ruined their friendship

i will take literally anything i dont know

she steals ur character’s mail ?? ur cat keeps escaping and she keeps letting them inside even tho she’s allergic ??

one of those friendships where theyre always bickering like an old married couple ?? but it’s Purely Platonic (or is it ??)

an off-and-on again that just. it’s not good for either of them b/c they keep enabling each other and then getting pissed off and it’s a Mess but ?? it’s so hard to stop.

the drug dealer she keeps sleeping with even though she can just ... pay for her shit. b/c it’s funner this way !

just ... people where their like ... relationship status is Blurred and it’s like, are they a thing? are they not? b/c she’s a mess and gets involved with too many people without intending to !

please. take her. give me connections.

[ronxnb]

CISMALE — ever hear people say RONAN BARONE looks a lot like LORENZO ZURZOLO? I think HE is about 22, so it doesn’t really work. The BIOLOGY major is a JUNIOR that is from LIVINGSTONE, VERMONT. They can be COURAGEOUS, but they can also be DESTRUCTIVE. I think RONAN might be SHEEP. They are living in KIERAN. 

aesthetics

spots of blood on white satin sheets, the first invigorating sip of coffee in the morning, hand-rolled cigarettes between paint stained fingers, waiting for a happy birthday call that never comes, the tempting smell of salt and grease as you walk past fast food restaurants, & running until every muscle is on fire

hello, my loves! my name is ashley and below i have included my very rambly bio for ronan and a few wanted connections! come plot with me, pls 

ronan is the eldest of two boys born to extremely wealthy politicians. they may have entered the political arena with the intention to make the world a better place, but by the time ronan was born, they’d become much more obsessed with rising in the ranks, schmoozing the bureaucracy, and keeping up appearances. you couldn’t leave the house with a single hair out of place in the barone family. this meant that his parents openly preferred his brother: the golden boy. he was charismatic, engaging, well liked, and a star athlete whereas ronan preferred to sit under the bleachers with a cigarette, his sketchbook, and a small group of close friends

so when a girl overdosed on some pcp and the investigation lead the police to the barone’s front door, ronan was the obvious suspect

the boys were never particularly close, their parent’s bias creating a divide between the two of them, but when his brother sat on his bed crying to him about how scared he was, ronan was overcome with the need to protect him. that was what big brothers were supposed to do, right? and so ronan confessed to selling drugs; taking a plea deal that meant he’d spend two years in juvie before being released on his 18th birthday. his time in juvie was far from pleasurable. he was tall but scrawny, making him a prime target for bullying. on top of that, he didn’t see or hear from his family once. not even the brother who he’d sacrificed so much for

it seemed one of the guards felt sorry for him because he took it upon himself to teach ronan some basic self defense moves. he discovered his brother might not be the only star athlete in the family. soon he wasn’t just able to defend himself in a fight, he was winning. by the end of his sentence, no one dared lay a finger on him

the day he was released he was returned his now too small clothing and an envelope with a check for 10,000 dollars in it. it turned out his parents knew his brother was the one dealing all along and this was the first of his monthly hush payments. the knowledge that his parents knew he was innocent and still preferred his brother sparked an anger so hot inside of him that it finally killed off the soft, quiet spoken boy he once was

ronan, who had gotten his GED while in juvie, returned to his hometown and enrolled at gifford university. he was always a very intelligent kid, especially when it came to math and science, so he actually enjoys school. he’s majoring in biology, but his ultimate goal is to combine his love for science and art to become a textbook illustrator

you’d likely never guess he was a straight A student, though. he frequents an underground fight club as well as argues and picks fights with anyone who annoys him (which is most people). he’s almost always sporting bruises and his knuckles are permanently scabbed. he uses the hush money his parents send him to pay for his lavish housing, top notch art supplies, and anything else he desires

the only people that know he covered for his brother is him, his brother, and their parents. the boys look eerily similar and his brother always wore a hat and used an alias when he would deal, which is why it was so easy for ronan to cover for him 

possible connections:

people he grew up with in livingstone. there are a lot of different options for this one. they could have been friends before he was arrested and they lost touch, or they were friends before he was arrested and they don’t like the person he’s become, or maybe they knew of each other before he was arrested but are just starting to get to know each other now)

close friends!! ronan is difficult, but when you worm into his heart, he’ll rip apart anyone that upset you 

exes. they could have broken up when he went to juvie or it could be more recent 

hook-ups. my boy is very sex positive 

roommate(s)!! i’d love to have a roommate(s) for ronan. he lives in kieran 

people who are friends with his brother (who did a semester at gifford, but is now a major league baseball player) 

cousins!! 

a really interesting connection could be a family member or friend of the girl who overdosed on ronan’s (his brother’s) drugs 

people he doesn’t get along with. ronan is a prickly pear who will pick a fight with just about anybody 

somebody that’s a part of the same fight club as him

ummmm that’s all i can think of right now, but i’m very open to suggestions! give this a like and i’ll pop into your ims 

[jackarchived]

CISMALE — ever hear people say JACK HALL looks a lot like DACRE MONTGOMERY? I think HE is about TWENTY THREE, so it doesn’t really work. The CLINICAL PSYCHOLOGY major is a SENIOR that is from LIVINGSTONE. They can be +NURTURING, but they can also be -OFFICIOUS. I think JACK might be A SHEEP. They are living in BALTA. ( alli. twenty. cst. she/her. ) 

me again!! here’s jackie 

tw: death tw

I. HISTORY

born and raised in a small town in vermont (livingstone), jack ernest hall was the eldest child of samuel hall, a professor at the local university, and melissa hall, an elementary school teacher

always athletic and adventurous, he hardly spent any time indoors. his best friend was the family border collie, athena

when jack was 8, his mother gave birth to his little siblings, twins named michael and sarah

his family was one of the less wealthy in the town, but jack compensated for this by being generally well liked

he had a knack for football, taking on the role of quarterback with poise. he was a natural leader on and off the field

DEATH TW tragedy struck the halls, and the town as a whole, when jack’s mother was shot in a hostage situation at the bank. he was just 13 at the time and the shooter was the older brother of one of his friend’s from school.

the once cozy hall residence became of a house of grief and loneliness after that. melissa tied the family together and had been very active in the community

jack’s father started teaching night classes in addition to his typical course schedule to make up for the loss of melissa’s income and any money they received in compensation for the murder was put towards the children’s college funds.

with no one left to watch the twins, jack was pretty much always Permanent Babysitter unless he could talk his elderly neighbor into watching them for the night

DEATH TW summer before his senior year, jack broke his femur and a few ribs following a fall from the town water tower. the fall was the result of a drunken fight he had gotten into. the other boy in the fight also fell, but did not make it out of the event alive. ( this guilt eats at jack. he’s never been the same )

the town took pity on jack because of his mother. everything was ruled a tragic accident, however his football career? over

senior year he mostly just partied and tried to help take care of the twins who were now 10 and decently old themselves. he had a serious girlfriend for a few months but they broke up due to constant bickering

he really wanted to leave his small town, however he knew he couldn’t leave the twins behind

he decided to attend gifford mostly because his father worked there. he received a full ride and therefore gave his siblings the money intended for his own college fund.

II. OTHER

he’s kind of bossy. he’s used to being listened to and getting his way, but he doesn’t even really realize this himself

really fatherly, noble personality. he’s always trying to do what’s right for everyone. bears a lot of unnecessary responsibility

he has very little interest in anything beyond a hook up. he feels uncomfortable when people are straight forward and interested in him

he’s pansexual, doesn’t care what people think about him in that regard. he knows he’s a huge casanova, probably breaks a few too many hearts, but he thinks he’s protecting himself

big vintage, all american boy aesthetic. his pinterest board is HERE

III. WANTED CONNECTIONS

previous hookups– any gender, any opinion on jack, maybe even ex’s or like an ALMOST something serious but that’s way less likely than a drunken decision at a party

friends– jack hates to be alone so he would have a ton of friends! maybe just met through class and text occasionally, maybe they’re super close and do everything together, maybe it’s a whole rag tag group of kids playing knights, anything throw it at me

roommate/s– he lives in balta hit me up he’s probably really easy to live with he’s clean and likely not ever home

little sibling/s– not his actual twins lmao they’re 13 BUT someone/s he looks after like he always has his siblings? its kind of second nature for him at this point

sportys– he’s probably going to try out for a sports team soon so someone to recruit him for that? someone that doesn’t like him and doesn’t want him to try? he’d likely want to take over and be captain he’s bossy.

frat brothers– he’s in a frat bc of course he is but i haven’t decided which one yet?? so help me decide??

any wanted connections you have that jack could fit?? he’s a revamped muse so he’s pretty malleable rn honestly

[renlopezpietro]

here she is... my angel girl... 

- renata lópez pietro, a whole twenty one years old, majoring in computer engineering, oldest sister to nico, a seventeen year old little devil she’s left behind in buenos aires.

- if you ask her, she’ll tell you her dad’s a politician, her mother a trophy wife. or that her dad disappeared when she was little, and her mom brought her along when she came work as a cleaning lady in new york. or that her dad worked at mcdonald’s and her mom was a big name in the obama administration. the only thing she keeps in her stories is nico, because she talks about him all the time so she needs to include him somehow.

- to get the truth out of her you gotta unlock at least ten thousand levels of friendship and that’s easier said than done because her defense mechanisms are perfect, she wrote the code herself.

- besides her baby brother who’s still in high school, the one thing ren loves more than herself is money. she’s very goal oriented, and her goal in life is money. it drives her professors insane because the girl’s got a talent for computers and yet? all she cares about is bitcoin inversions.

- has more shoes than you’ve ever seen, never leaves the house without mascara, lipstick, and a calculator. laughs loudly in inappropriate spaces. doesn’t usually wear a bra.

- can party like her life depends on it but she’s got a good sense of self and doesn’t let herself get too carried away. doesn’t do drugs besides weeds. used to smoke until she realized how expensive it is and became a social smoker.

- when she was about fourteen, she made a website for “confessions” aka the her high school’s gossip blog. it wasn’t a nice thing to do and she wasn’t nice about anything on it, but it was self preservation — due to many things concerning her parents actual life and occupations, nico was getting bullied, and she had to stop it somehow. she’d never been the victim of anyone because she would bite anyone who came close (literally, sometimes), but nico was more vulnerable and renata would die for him. instead, she did a little character assasination online of people she didn’t like. as she got older, she realized knowledge really was power, especially knowledge people didn’t want you to have, and she also realized people were really bad with computers and passwords. hacking into systems was a piece of cake. she helped nico get into the football team he wanted to play at, helped herself get into college, did a little blackmailing here and there to get herself moved to a nicer apartment — renata is going places, and she doesn’t really care how she gets there as long as she does it on a timely manner.

- she was approached to help with the app by someone who had seen what she could do. the app was merely an idea at the time, and they needed someone who could really work the algorithms. she wrote a bunch of subroutines for it, fixed glitches, worked mostly on the underlying maths of it. even now, the app’s her baby, she put so much work into it she can’t help being proud even if it’s causing chaos.

- yeah she’s bi and has no reservations when it comes to sex. not being clear about what you like and what you want is a waste of time, you know? and that....... is all i have! thnx for reading now please plot with me ily

[artjocked-blog]

greeeeetings ! my name is amanda ( 18, she/they ) & I just want to express how excited I am to have found + been accepted into this rp. I’m really looking forward to meeting you all & your muses !!! under the cut you’ll find some info on nicky + a few wanted connections xo

CIS MALE — ever hear people say NICHOLAS FOSTER looks a lot like DOMINIC SHERWOOD? I think HE is about 25, so it doesn’t really work. The ART major is a SOPHOMORE that is from LIVINGSTONE. They can be +ENERGETIC, but they can also be -LOUD. I think NICKY might be SHEEP. They are living in BALTA.

triggers : brief mentions of a physical altercation .

past

nicholas had a bit of a ....... rough childhood

his father was the strictest parent you could ever meet & his mother was never around ; no one in her family really ever knew or found out what she was doing or where she would go. but she would be gone for weeks at a time

he had 2 older brothers & 1 younger sister; he had a good relationship with 2 of them. the third --- one of the older brothers --- was literally his rival. 

^^ the oldest foster sibling was the S T A R child. the one his father always told him to be more like ( which honestly only fueled his dislike towards his brother ).

nicky is very much your sterotypical fuckboy jock. he was quickly labeled a flirt in high school. there was a deep rooted reason why he would flirt around though . . . he truthfully just wanted some attention ; the attention he never got at home. he wanted to know what it felt like to be the center of attention & a lot of the times, he went about getting that the wrong way

he found a love for sports at a fairly young age. hockey, baseball, basketball, soccer. any sport - you name it and the odds of him loving it are HIGH

low and behold - one day, his oldest brother also found a love for sports and the praise nicky once got from his father was ripped away from him. and so, nicholas turned his attention ( and anger tbh ) to something he knew his brother wasn’t good at : art. to his surprise, he really enjoyed it. so much so that if he wasn’t going to get a scholarship for something sports related, he was going to be an arts major in college

his father was very clear that nicholas was to go to school to become either a doctor or a lawyer. his father had a set path for each of his kids -- none of which actually went along with said plan. nicky went behind his fathers back to apply for Gifford. 

^ when his father found out, it turned into a physical altercation. words could not explain how furious he was that his son would disobey what he wanted. and so, at the end of the day, nicky was kicked out. his older brother - the one he’s on good terms with - offered his extra room at his house, which nicky claimed

nicholas was beyond happy when he moved into balta. he was excited to put his past behind him and move on . . . & that’s exactly what he did ---- part of his fuckboy phase was still very much with him during his junior year

present

nicky avoids his father at all costs. he won’t even go down the same road as his old house was on fdlghsd he is very lowkey afraid of his father

he is still a big flirt and loves to get his FREAK on but he’s also lowkey looking for something more serious

bisexual | gryffindor | enfj | chaotic neutral

he’s on the football team but he plays a lot of the other sports in his free time

tbh he isn’t worried about watershed at the moment. he really couldn’t care less about the app or the ‘rumours’ that it’s a virus. he has a : “it isn’t happening to me so i don’t care” sort of attitude

he has a lil pet goldfish named tiny :^)

wanted connections

friends :: best friends, close friends, childhood friends ... give him all the BUDDIES

enemies ::: mutual hatred, mutual annoyance, one-sided hatred

romance ::: fwb, mutual or one-sided crush, past hook up, flirtationship

anything at all. literally ANYTHING

and yeah ?? I think that’s all I wanted to say ??? eventually I’ll have a full bio + stats page. if you feel like plotting, h m u whenever :^)

[rorybergstrom]

   hello, it’s swamp witch nora again…. hitting u with a longhaired n musical softboi who loves karl marx and hates children dying in cobalt mines to make smart phones. as is tradition, here’s the pinterest board, have a peruse x

GENDERQUEER / DEMI-BOY — ever hear people say RORY BERGSTRÖM looks a lot like TIMOTHEE CHALAMET? I think HE / THEY is about 23, so it doesn’t really work. The MUSIC TECHNOLOGY major is a JUNIOR that is from PECKHAM, SOUTH LONDON. They can be +ECCENTRIC, but they can also be -DOGMATIC. I think ROBERG might be SHEEP. They are living in MANON. ( nora. 23. gmt. she/her. )

aesthetics.

bed hair from a permanent state of slumber, calloused fingertips from strumming bass into the early hours and djing into the blacklit night, self-help books thumbed once and thrown beneath your bed, battered copies of choose your own adventure books, spliffs passed half-arsed across rooftops while light pollution obscures low-hanging stars, marxist literature in stacks against your bedroom walls, a burner phone twice-shattered and a stash of replacement sim cards.

half-swedish, half-british. the swedish is on his mother’s side. he’s bilingual but thinks in english. only really speaks swedish around his mother. only child, and kinda put a lot of pressure on himself to be the Perfect Kid when he was young, but his parents are honestly, quite decent? and just want him to have a nice life, they don’t care if he isn’t successful or rich or anything, they’re honestly rather solid. (wow imagine having Nice Parents, a first for all my characters, im literally this meme)

grew up in peckham, a suburb of london. growing up, his mum was a model / actress / waitress who later retrained as a speech therapist and his dad worked in her majesty’s service at buckingham palace. his dad wasn’t allowed to tell his family what his job entailed but rory suspects it’s probably very boring and just involves a lot of…. logistics n security.

was bullied a lot at school. [cole sprouse voice] he didn’t fIT iN AND HE DIDN’T wANT TO fIT iN. unironically wore a trenchcoat to school every day of his life. spent most of his lunchtimes in the library because it was his Safe Space. as a result he knows…. loads of useless information because 30% of his school years were spent reading anthologies on space and the vikings etc. would be good on a game show. obsessively recorded every episode of university challenge as a child.

middle-class and lowkey quite wealthy but rarely talks about money, one of those well-off people who still wears really old shitty shoes and only spends money if they absolutely have to

virgin who can’t drive

into star wars, not into the big bang theory. feminist. can’t watch horror movies

favourite film is where the wild things are. also loves the florida project. thinks kids are the sweetest thing and can’t wait to be a dad to some

has been musical for as long as they can remember. first picked up guitar because he thought it would make this girl esther who he was in love with like him, but he just ended up falling in love with music instead.

formulated several different bands as a kid but ultimately had to give it up cos he was quite controlling and got fixated on making a certain sound so it wasn’t really fun for the others. got into electronic music because it was something he could do basically on his own and keep tweaking until he got it perfect

always drumming their fingers or strumming invisible guitar strings. tends to avoid parties bc he has quite has specific tastes when it comes to music and doesn’t like listening to r&b for eight hours while people throw up into plastic cups.

a techno connoisseur. has been making electronic music since he was about twelve.

after his parents divorce, when he was fourteen, rory & his mother moved to run-down suburban neighbourhood, pittsfield, massachussets.

big into photography. he mostly uses a canon 35mm camera, but occasionally uses disposable ones when he wants that more rustic feel.

moving to the states, their photography became more focused on suburban neighborhoods and are often quite dark and cinematic (think gregory crewsden). here are some shots of pittsfield i really like which rory has on his wall [1] [2] [3]

falls in love 12 times a day. never had a girlfriend or boyfriend. gets sweaty when someone cute looks at him. flirting?? what?? would prefer to idealise them from a distance

gender??? hm. doesn’t really know where they fit yet, sometimes he feels like a guy and sometimes they doesn’t feel like anything at all. isn’t really bothered, cos they think it’s a social construct anyway. uses he/they pronouns interchangeably, but feels like ‘he’ is more fitting. won’t necessarily pull anyone up on it cos he knows having an identity that’s constantly…. in flux.. can be annoying for others … and doesn’t want to be a burden EVEN THO it isn’t at all?? rory internalises guilt

everything is socially constructed. mirrors let you move through time. the whole thing’s a metaphor. he thinks he’s got free will but really he’s trapped in a maze. in a system. all he can do is consume. people think it’s a happy game. it’s not a happy game — it’s a fucking nightmare world, and the worst thing is, it’s real and we live in it

has ocd. tries to let it affect his life as little as possible, but obviously it’s incredibly hard to control a compulsive disorder. was teased for it at school when other kids started to notice. he was obsessed with the number five, would wash his hands five times, count stairs i groups of five, he could only use the corridors in one direction and always had to keep his hands busy. it manifests itself in hyper-fixations (trains when he was a child – specifically steam engines – then later he became obsessed with space and the patterns of constellations, and now he’s obsessed with synthesizers) and repetitive behaviours like counting stairs. doesn’t really affect his social life at all, he can jst get a bit locked-on n hyper-focused sometimes.

has insomnia. barely ever sleeps. finds it hard to switch off from work / writing / gaming / whatever’s preoccupying him in that moment. he’s always awake at 5am and quite often sleeps in through classes but still gets really good grades because he’s very good at his course. rarely attends classes. prefers to work independently. doesn’t really trust his tutors are intelligent enough to be teaching him, and is particularly suspcious of the gifford tutors. a music snob tbh

secretly a small-scale drug dealer, only does weed n some party pills. rollerskates around campus dealing cos they dnt have a car

long haired, aesthetic is like… timmy in lady bird n beautiful boy

aesthetics: bed hair from a permanent state of slumber, calloused fingertips from strumming bass into the early hours and drumming into blacklit night, self-help books thumbed once and thrown beneath your bed, watching vine compilations until your eyes turn square, battered copies of choose your own adventure books, spliffs passed half-arsed across rooftops while light pollution obscures low-hanging stars

likes: techno, the webpage cats on synthesizers in space, allen ginsberg, vintage gramophones,  floating points, lcd soundsystem, marijuana, soft dogs that let you pet them, late-night strolls talking about the universe, independent films, cigarettes, herbal tea, gallows humour, long showers, brown eyes, tchaikovsky, dr. seuss, constellations, photography, late night jazz, vintage game boys and girls who could rip his still-beating heart out of his chest and use it as an ashtray. dislikes:  weddings, funerals, formality, button-up shirts that people actually button-up, bananas, hot coffee, social media, people who watch and play sports, rap music – especially of the misogynistic variety, indie wankers in wire-framed glasses that play ed sheeran songs at open mic nights.

plot ! with ! me ! i’d say all the usual “exes fwb hookups spiel” but rory… has never hooked up with anyone… i feel like a deer in the headlights of love……. so give me

study buddies,

people who are also into techno and are music snobs about it,

people who love all kinds of music,

people who are in bands that maybe rory’s recorded and produced stuff for,

people he actually jams with (he plays bass and synth),

unrequited crushes!!

someone they met at a knitting club in freshman year and have remained friends with despite no longer going to it

people rory knows from open mic nights and gigs

library girlfriends / boyfriends that he stares at longingly while paging through leatherbound volumes

gamers !!! social recluses !!! hermits !!

people he deals weed to on his rollerskates (why r all my characters obsessed with rollerskates)

skaters. rory is really shit at skateboarding. like really shit. help the smol

[gotatext]

claws my way out of the dirt like the goblin i am ..... hello thots, its nora, once again bringing you a revamped version of a muse i played yonks ago n some of u may have even written against... here is her pinterest.....

this is margaret greta, she’s a whole can of trauma spaghetti plastered over with a toothy grin and a lot of dad jokes. the only reason she’s in gifford really is bcos shes been put there as part of a witness protection program cos lots of police r monitoring livingstone so its deemed relatively safe.... haha... anyway she changes major all the time. she started off doing fine art but since then she’s done modules in architecture, film, bio-chemistry and is now dabbling in medicine. 

CIS-FEMALE — ever hear people say GRETA O’DRISCOLL looks a lot like DIANA SILVERS? I think SHE is about 21, so it doesn’t really work. The MEDICINE major is a SOPHOMORE that is from DEADWOOD, SOUTH DAKOTA. They can be +CHARMING, but they can also be -EVASIVE. I think GEE might be SHEEP. They are living in YATES. ( nora. 23. gmt. she/her )

this bitch is the most restless creature u ever seen. before she came to livingstone, she’d lived in 8 different cities in 3 years. 

was adopted as an infant. had two foster moms and two older sisters so always surrounded by women. lived in a boarding house, very much like the one in 20th century women, with lodgers coming in and out all the time, mostly artsy young women because her gay moms were both high school teachers trying to set up their own arts collective. one of her moms left when she was 4, n she doesn’t really remember her.

while living with entirely women made her super into catlin moran and the guilty feminist, as a teenager she often let boys walk all over her bc she just craved male attention jst bcos she’d never really experienced it. saw it as something aspirational, like sitting in the back of chad’s second-hand truck while he drove you to macdonalds and offered you and his five friends with identical haircuts weed was the height of being cool to greta, she wanted to be their dream girl, even if it meant compromising her beliefs

bubbly bitch but also massive snake. metaphorically and literally, always shedding her skin. loyal to few, ruled by none, out for herself, babey!! every place she goes, she becomes a new character, someone who’s a figment of her imagination, as if each city is repertory theatre and she’s a character actress, so as a result som ppl think she’s called rita, some ppl know her as margot, she just flicks through identities like nobodies business.

goes through phases of being intensely feminist and tweeting “men are trash i don’t need them” before flipping into being lonely and needy n wanting male attention again. tends to gravitate towards men who are just pieces of shit tbh like her friends are always like hun.... pick a nice boy..... but no.... she’ll go for the boxer with several arrest records for gbh or the small-town drug dealer just trying to hook her onto pills for a little extra cash, or the reformed sinner who thinks he’s being protective by reading all her texts and always knowing where she is..... n she always finds a way to spin it so that they Just Care About Her and aren’t a p.o.s 

left school at 18 n didn’t go to uni, moved in w her boyfriend of the time instead, but soon got bored, n then went backpacking around the states making money in the casinos by being a shot girl (yeehaw) and trying to make it as a mysterious 1920s widow with a smoky voice, a dark secret n a heart of gold, looking for love in the big city. all she found was producers and acting agents who’d promise her stardom n actually just fuck her in a motel n then ignore her calls.

TW domestic violence, TW gun, her watershed moment came when she met luke in sioux falls while she was playing bass for a country n blues band. he was a few years older and had a car, and they kind of went from seeing each other to being that super intense couple who are just necking all the time. 

they got engaged like 3 months after they met n rented a flat together, much to her family’s annoyance but she was 19 so there wasn’t much they could do. their relationship was super super intense though, often really heightened and when they fought it could become quite violent, but she’d pass it off as just him being really passionate. 

one of their fights got really heated and greta threatened him with the gun he kept in the glove box of his vauxhall corsa, but the safety was off and she accidentally shot him. she pleaded self defence in the trial n cos of the amount of times she’d been hospitalised for various concussions n things like ‘fallling down the stairs’ the police were like yea... pretty watertight evidence that he was a bastard who [chicago voice] had it coming..... also this happened in 2017, he was mixed race and greta is white so naturally the police totally took her side. she’s now under witness protection, rehoused in livingstone as a sports-scholarship student, due to the amount of police involvement in the area, it would mean should one of luke’s family members try to track her down, she’d be relatively safe

 massive sports fanatic. plays tennis. on the cheer team. was a track superstar in her high school. honestly just that sporty bitch, you’ll see her doing lines at a party at half four and then on your way to your 9am lecture you see her running across the park like a fresh fucking daisy who is this bitch

pretty easy to get along with (provided you don’t anger, provoke or question her too much) because she WANTS your character to be enthralled by her and will do whatever it takes to win them over. she wants everyone to love her

is That Girl who always knows where the parties are, and is always there, on the sofa, talking about institutionalised racism and trying to coerce you into a game of beer pong that she’ll definitely win. doesn’t really have one solid group of friends, just kind of on good terms with everyone and social butterflies about

has changed her major so many times. decision? who is she. currently studying medicine, but doesn’t rlly enjoy it. she’s very unmotivated and lazy and probably wouldn’t ahve bothered going to uni if she hadn’t been placed in one by a witness protection program. will probably change on to history or gender studies soon n just make up the extra credits by volunteering

 massive feminist. low key quite scared of powerful men bcos of her ex. wants to start a female only lesbian commune bc she misses her childhood in a south dakota boarding house and has endless support for women. honestly annoyed that she is attracted to men, would so be 100% gay if it was a choice. cuffs her jeans and can’t drive. is That bisexual. skateboards. wears backwards caps.  i hate her

plays bass guitar, has a teal green fender and it is her BABY. it’s covered in stickers about saving the planet and ending fracking and going vegan. she’s in an all-female punk band w agnes (n mayb jade i think) n they play gigs every now n then in grotty club basements full of druggy sweaty college kids

PERSONALITY: easy-going, sociable, observant, blunt, amiable, nihilistic, self-serving, laid back, independent, unmotivated, charming, lazy, impulsive, alluring. ESTP and a leo

LIKES: art, music, john wayne movies, black mirror, philosophy,  cowboy chic culture, DC comics, arcade games, candyfloss, deep red lipstick, marijuana, dogs, karaoke, Kate Moss, late-night strolls, zip-lining, chemistry, suspenders, cigarettes, herbal tea, gallows humour, cold coffee, long showers, brown eyes, tchaikovsky, dr. seuss, boiler house DJ sets, magnolias, decorative lamps, worn-out furniture, twangy electric guitars.

DISLIKES: bananas, coffee, Woody Allen, mental mathematics, children, Trump, institutionalised misogyny, the imaginary future, french literature, Wes Anderson films, spoken word poetry, the general mentality of cheerleading squads (despite being on one)

aesthetics:

a bubble of pink gum on chapped lips, mom jeans, a beaten up pair of adidas, denim jackets, strawberry laces, knee-highs, chapped lips, peeling sticky plasters, split knuckles, bruises you try to cover with concealer, stick and poke tattoos, hot coffee, sleep caught in your eyes on a lazy afternoon, kissing girls, cigarette smoke shrouding you like a veil, alien conspiracy theories and sci-fi paperbacks, doc martens with fraying laces, the red string of a thong peaking out purposely from jeans, leonine arch of your back and that stellar smile that says ‘you have no idea who you’re dealing with’, a rucksack permanently packed for the move, a streak of red across your lips, roller blades, cut knees, not eating your greens, smiling with a mouthful of blood, and piercing your own ears with a safety pin when your mom wouldn’t take you, kate moss posters lining the walls of a teenage bedroom, his name scrawled in rage across the pages of a diary, thumb holes poked through the cuffs of your sleeves, a tennis racket you punched through in a fit of temper, feet pounding the earth until your soles bleed crimson, sleeping in a cherry lip balm and scrunchies to keep the wild locks from your eyes. 

wanted plots: since greta literally can’t differentiate between romantic and platonic love, she’s got off with so many of her mates, so i want awkward friendships where they nearly dated, or exes that have now just turned into weird friendships, and girls from the cheer team who she’s like, weirdly intimate with like the shower together but its not a Thing cos the other girls straight, and I want like, fellow medicine students who are like?? how is this bitch still passing?? i swear she goes out every night?? she works part time at a fast food restaurant, i want a mate that just goes and sits in there talking to her until her manager gets angry. ppl she did a few modules with before changing course and somehow sort of remaining in touch with, like she did a few art modules, a bit of film, n some architecture before switching to medicine, though she’ll probs switch course again soon. ppl who she runs track with. someone she’s trying to make a zine with. here’s a list of plots on her old blog if u want any of them w her.

would love plots of any type, throw them all at me please, i cnt wait to interact w all of u. like this if u want me to message you about connections / plots! xo

full biography if u can be bothered

trigger warnings: drugs, domestic abuse, gun.

you never meant for it to happen. you’d heard the stories, of girls who let their man walk all over them, and thought to yourself “i’ll never be one of those girls…” the kind that eat low-fat yoghurt and drink slim fast to shred a few extra pounds because he said she was getting round in the tummy, or the ones who spent their evenings tied to a kitchen sink drinking wine while him and the boys played poker, wishing god, if only I could get out of here. not you, not you raised by strong women, four bright shining beacons. single mother with her hard-as-nails attitude and her stony glares, elder sisters (twins) one ginger, one blonde, one doctor, one lawyer, both determined to take a bullet to the brain and a hammer to the patriarchy before they let a man touch them without asking. you were always so inferior, so insecure and small, like a bird (like a sparrow) with blonde plaits down your back sucking tropicana whilst your busom buds sucked dick, their lips permanently ripe with stories of their sexual exploits, fake tan and glittered nails whilst you sat in the unbroken egg of virginity wondering what it was like to be loved. one day you found out.

lily milligan’s parents gone and a free house for the night, bottles of ouzo and tequila swiped from your mother’s liquor cabinet thinking she wouldn’t know (she always knew) your legs, hardened from pep squad, slut dropping on a kitchen table because the boys thought it would be fun to get the quiet girl drunk. you’d never had a sip before that night. band t-shirts, denim shorts and the split soles of rotten converse that you refuse to let go of, you still clutched with both hands to your youth, but in a tube top now (borrowed from alice carmichael who had a sister in college) and a short tennis skirt, your feet not in trainers but in thigh-high boots. uncomfy as hell but lily said you needed to look sexy. you didn’t know if you wanted to be sexy. you didn’t know what kind of girl you were, if you were even a girl at all. but robbie looked at you like he knew exactly who you were, like he knew you better than you knew yourself, and his lips had the pink cupid’s bow of a movie star, and his hair was dark locks, curling like a mane. his hands were soft, and suddenly on your waist, and after three more shots his lips were on yours and his name was the only sound in your head and on your lips as you lost it in lily’s college sister’s bedroom beneath the glare of a T-Pain poster. you bled for what seemed like hours, his hand still in yours, kissing on the sofa as truth tellers and dare devils continued to spin a bottle of unprecedented youth. you thought it was love. robbie was the one. he loved you, you knew it, how else could someone be so soft? but soon he grew bored, scrunched up your paper heart and set it alight. then came the tears, the hatred, the ‘fuck robbie, in fact, fuck all boys.’ and that you did.

you were known for being easy. any boy could be yours for a night, as long as he promised to love you for those few short breaths and pants before you cried yourself to sleep. you felt poisoned, but poisonous as well, as if by ensnaring these young boys you were gaining power over them, and not the other way around. soon it started to work. they’d want more, but you’d deny them it, sick of sucking off silly schoolboys, they’d call you a tease, a vixen. maybe you were, but you couldn’t help but want older men. you got the history teacher first time, him bending you over his desk to sneak a hand up your tennis skirt as the after-school clubs carried on next door, unawares. love didn’t exist, not for you. it was nothing but a game for pretty young girls to play, bubble gum in their canines and a hand tugging at the hem of their cheer skirt.

there was so much anger inside of your small body, ‘beware of boys and their hook-like words’. hockey helped. there was something formidable about the feeling of a stick like a weapon in your hands and the thwack it made against thighs in the heat of a scrum - “slipped, sorry!” - you’d utter with a snakeskin smile, millicent quinn knowing that you’d hit her on purpose because she shagged robbie at that party last week. she couldn’t prove it, cobbled acne on her forehead turning green with disgust. ben came into your life like a car crash. two years your senior, with a baseball jacket and shoulders like a god. he became your personal hero. on the pitch, he was lethal. together, you could bring anyone to their ruin. each day after last period he’d be waiting in his car. you’d leap into his arms like a girl-half starved, love me, love me, love me, your heated kisses the envy of every junior girl. he was yours for three blissful years, utterly yours, and you were his, his star-spangled girl, and he was your knight - you were both the same, playing games, always difficult to predict. it was a shock to all when he proposed, high-school sweethearts find love in south dakota.

the engagement was a bittersweet affair; three months – you barely out of your gingham print skirts and into a graduation gown, him, a surly quarterback towering above your sisters, cigarette at his lips and a scowl like a fart in a lift. they hated him. so did you. but you were eighteen and in love, and he fitted the cookie cutter mould. everyone wanted him, and you had him. you had him and you were happy, happy, happy, and he loved you. he said he’d give you the world, anything you wanted hand-picked and given to you. instead, he gave you a jack russell terrier and a flat you couldn’t swing a cat in, wallpaper peeling like the rotten bits inside of you, the bits that only he knew. and you got tireder and tireder of the sad excuse of a life he’d picked out for you, him out doing god knows what to pay the bills, and you dancing on tables to pave your way to stardom, and this was love, this was real, until the shine wore off and your fresh-faced, dimple-cheeked cheerleader facade faded and the ugliness started to reveal itself, the whining, the petulance, the sharp-tempered cruelty, the mind games, the need to always win, win, win. he was dull, he was boring, he was nothing like the boy the girls had said he was and no chiselled six pack could hide his lack of anything remotely interesting, your patience wearing thin until it snapped like rubber, a rucksack on your back, running shoes on your feet and the joint bank account emptied into your eighth grade birthday wallet.

you built your small fortunes working the casinos of sioux falls, a crimson dress and an attitude to match. bookish archie with his little dipper freckles was fun for a month, before he became just as dull and dreary as the rest. a three hour bus and you were in minneapolis, bright eyed and bushy tailed, fresh meat ready for the pickings. a hostel here, a friendly co-worker’s sofa there as you made what you could by taking off your clothes and shaking your ass like you were back in pep squad, doing what you did best. you met your fair share of creeps, and soon it was back on the road to escape a wide-eyed stalker and a restless itch for more. milwaukee, chicago, you made the roads your own. log cabins and lodgings, and the occasional motel, a beaten up pick up truck purchased at a scrap merchants – you got a few miles out of it before it bit the dust, and when you finally set it alight after nights spent lounging across the driver’s seat, a parka tucked over you as a duvet, you were sad to see it go. you’re nomadic by fault, never attaching to place, people or things, creating a new personality in every place you go like a character actress; each town is a different repertory theatre, and you’re the star. a compulsive liar, you even fib about your own name, to some you’re ellen, nineteen, bookish, a law student who likes smoking and cosmos. to someone else you’re rita, you’re twenty five and look young for your age, like smoking, comics and fucking in public places.

in the bright lights of michigan, you found charlie, sweet charlie, too good for you, though you let him spoil you while he thought you were the small town girl of his dreams. next came abigail, who was fun until the jealously kicked in, and then luke, gorgeous luke, dangerous, exciting, who despite his temper, despite the fights, despite bruises down your spine and your teeth marks on his arms, loved you with the strength of a wild fire. there was destruction in your wishbones, a savageness from the field, from the pitch and now somehow in his arms, you were godly. he was cruel, he was careless, and he refused to fall at your feet like so many other boys had, which only you made you want him all the more. you were rage incarnate. you hated him so fiercely you thought you might kill him, so he played the only card you wouldn’t predict; proposed.

the house you shared was a backstreet flat in detroit, you making your name as a downtown singer while he footed the bill with pills. they had a drug for anything these days, to dull the senses, to pick them up, to drive you to insanity or pull you out of the madness hole. the two of you lived like criminals on the run (you never told him that you were, living out your days as the enigma he wanted you to be), you with your voice like caramel and fishnet legs. you were his and his alone until his hand was at your throat and the gun was in your hands screaming at him to stop, stop, stop, until a bullet stoppered his brain, crimson staining linoleum as you cast yourself out like lucifer. self defence was decreed the moment they saw your violet neck, black tears and headlight eyes and mind screaming red, red, red like the pom-poms you shook so willingly in school and the insides of his skull. you were gone, and “you” was born, renamed “greta”, boxed, shipped-out, and next-day delivered to livingstone where under witness protection you were a student, blank slate, fresh-faced in a place where no one knew your name, doing what you always did and starting again.

[elispaltrow]

CISMALE — ever hear people say ELI PALTROW looks a lot like DANE DEHAAN? I think HE is about 20, so it doesn’t really work. The ENGLISH MAJOR has lived in Livingstone for ONE YEAR. They can be +RESOURCEFUL, but they can also be -UNTRUSTWORTHY. I think ELI might be a SHEEP. ( ciara. 20. gmt. she/her. )

meet eli ! he’s the worst and i love him more than anything 

put into the adoption system near enough immediately after being born. bounced around a few families that never quite stuck. eli does have a sort of brother called ryan though, who is three years older than him and is not at all his actual biological brother — the bond is still there, though, and probably stronger than most biological siblings have ever since they grew up in the same care home and decidedly became brothers after immediately hitting it off when eli was nine

(tw eating disorder) though never formally diagnosed, he struggles with an eating disorder and has done for eleven years, with a few failed recovery attempts under his belt during that time

highschool was easy enough for eli to get through since he distanced himself from his classmates and just got on with the work, he figured it was only a short time of his life and he realised it didn’t make a difference if he didn’t speak to anyone so he just, like, didn’t

 he took a year before going but eventually decided to go to college for the intellectual clout ---- he loves dropping facts and figures he doesn’t understand and if he has a degree to back him up, then all the better! he usually has no idea what he’s talking about but talks about it anyway. this man has no authority 

he’s kind of fake open – that kind of thing where he’ll just offer fake truths about himself to look like he’s opening up to someone so they’ll do it in return, he doesn’t really keep the lies consistent though so he’s pretty easily caught out on it all

can be pretty manipulative and it’s usually not even for own benefit, it’s just a kind of boredom thing

tldr; little bit shitty, crazy bit insecure, still just tryin his best over here

[documcnt]

ʷᵒʷ hello !  my  name  is  maggie  &  this  spunky  lil  alley  cat  is ,  lily hwang !  im  the  absolute  Worst™  with  introduction  posts ,  so let’s  see  if we  can do this  without cringing   alksjdfljds  more  information  about  lily  is  below  the cut !!!   like  this  post  and  i’ll  come  to  you  to  plot !  

CISFEMALE — ever hear people say LILY HWANG looks a lot like KIM TAEYEON? I think SHE is about 26, so it doesn’t really work. The FILMMAKER is here because SHE WANTS TO DOCUMENT THE TRUTH ABOUT LIVINGSTONE and they are from DALLAS, TEXAS. They can be +INTUITIVE, but they can also be -OVERBEARING. I think WANG might be N/A. ( maggie. 23. cst. she/her. )

lily  was  born  and  raised  in  dallas,  texas!  a  yeehaw  girl  to  very  last  drop  making  cowboy  boots  more  fashionable  than  functional.  but  the  camera  constantly  in  hand  is  her  most  recognizable  accessory––  as  she’s  doubtful  to  leave  the  thing  behind. 

being  a  serious  filmmaker  is  her  ultimate  goal  and  dream,  though  in  an  industry  dominated  by  men  it’s  been  more  than  difficult  for  her  to  get  started.  her  biggest  claim  to  fame  is  her  youtube  channel!  half  a  million  subscribers  and  hopefully  counting!  on  this  channel  she  makes  satire  films  that  are  purposefully  goofy  sketches  that  are  fun ,  comedic ,  and  occasionally  even  scary. 

while  researching  for  a  new  sketch  idea ,  she  stumbled  upon  an  article  about  watershed  and  livingstone.  the  mystery ,  darkness ,  and  an  uncovered  truth  drawing  her  to  pack  her  bags  and  move  to  the  location  to  document  every  uncovered  piece  of  evidence.  and  while   she  is  kind  with  good  intentions ,  she  knows  to  be  careful  in  the  town  and  respectful  of  the  town folk  who  may  not  see  eye  to  eye  with  what  she’s  doing.  though  she  often  has  to  remind  herself  that  these  people  are  real  and  not  actors  in  one  of  her  scenes. 

personality  wise:  lily  is  very  animated  while  in  conversation.  especially  if  the  conversation  is  something  she’s  passionate  about.  she  talks  a  lot  with  her  hands  and  occasionally  splits  between  english  and  korean.  lily  is  also  a  very  hardworking  artist.  sometimes  people  will  think  she’s  ignoring  them ,  but  in  reality  she  probably  just  thought  of  a  really  good  scene  and  is  focusing  on  repeating  it  in  her  head  so  she  doesn’t  forget.  filmmaking  is  literally her  life !!!  she  breathes , lives , eats , and  sleeps  films. she’s  especially  a  lover  of  horror  films ,  crazy  prosthetics  and  makeup.  she  doesn’t  like  wasting  time  on  arguments  and  anything  like  that ,  so  she’s  usually  pretty  go  lucky. 

the  girl  is  a  meme ,  as  well.  using  little  emoticons ,  using  internet  slang  in  actual  conversations ,  and  is  obsessed  with  snapchat  filters  laskjdfklsj   she’s  just...  sweet.  don’t  hurt  her  lMAO

this  intro  can  be  100x  better  but  i’m  sorry  ALFKJSKDLJF  <3  plot  w/  me  still  pls 

[almightanna]

cisfemale — ever hear people say ANNABEL DE LA ROSA looks a lot like ADRIA ARJONA? I think SHE is about 30, so it doesn’t really work. The AUTHOR / BALLET INSTRUCTOR has lived in Livingstone for SIX MONTHS. They can be DILIGENT, but they can also be CYNICAL. I think ANNA might be A TIER 1 SHEPHERD. ( snot goblin. 20. est. she/they. )

i’m sry this took ... so long to put out ... ive been rly lazy these past few days but !! she is Here and she is Ready. i haven’t played her in a few months and last time she was a junior in high school so !! forgive me. but she’s a very old muse and has gone thru ... several fc changes. anyways !! please give this a LIKE if you’d like for me to slide into ur ims. 

TW: POVERTY, DIVORCE SORT OF, CAR ACCIDENT, TRAUMATIC INJURIES, MENTIONS OF DEATH, GRIEF.

a e s t h e t i c s

falling feathers darkened at the tips, leather jackets and pinstripes, red trenchcoats and plaid skirts, worn ballet shoes covered in dust, smudged eyeliner and unruly hair, boxing gloves, ornate canes and pain medication, bandaged hands, classical music floating throughout an empty ballroom, bomber jackets and cropped tees, spilled ink and stained hands, glasses skewed, sneers and jabs, constant fighting, smog in a city, spotlights and encores, piles of books and a long line, backless dresses and sitting alone at a bar, wariness.

general info !!

full name: annabel maritza de la rosa

nickname(s): anna, annie (hates), anna banana (father, exclusively)

b.o.d. - october 31st. scorpio child.

label(s): the catalyst, the charlatan, the crepehanger, the minefield

height: 5′7″

hometown: nyc, ny

sexuality: bisexual

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biography !!

born to two high schoolers who never married, mathías de la rosa and leonora nieves. they were head over heels for each other - when mathías graduated he took up two jobs alongside community college to support their family, until leonora graduated and took on the arts.

growing up was tough - living in the city wasn’t cheap, leonora’s art rarely sold and the two often went without eating in order to provide for annabel. as a child she’d often wear hand-me-downs from extended family.

was taught to be a hard worker and it was reflected in her schoolwork - anna excelled in all her classes but especially english. her love for writing grew at a young age, and as a child she saved up enough money to buy herself proper journals. 

the only thing that she grew more passionate towards than writing was ballet - she caught the image of girls flying through the air and landing on their toes in the window of a dance studio on a walk home from school one day and that was it - something clicked inside of her.

that same day she would spend hours prancing about their tiny apartment, trying to mimic what she’d seen. it was easy to spot the passion anna had for the dance - and within a few months they had saved up enough money for a month’s worth of lessons.

anna was ecstatic - her slippers were old and found in the back of a thrift store by an odd miracle, but she put her all into the lessons regardless. she was quick to pick up on each move, and by the end of the month it was clear that anna had a natural talent.

leonora picked up a job in order for them to keep affording the lessons, month after month - they weighed down on their pockets, but it kept anna happy.

flash forward a few years - life was good. money was still a struggle but they were tight knit.

or rather, anna thought they were tight knit.

mathías and leonora split up when anna was twelve - an event that rocked the young girl’s world, something that she couldn’t understand. they had kept up a front of love when anna was home from school or ballet - but behind doors, they had been growing apart.

anna viewed their separation as leonora running off with another man - an art collector who had a fascination with leonora’s paintings. she viewed this as the end of the world. she viewed this as the death of love.

when anna was twelve, she swore she would never fall in love - refused to believe in its existence. she couldn’t wrap her mind around the simple separation.

her father got a third job in order to keep up with payments, and anna pushed herself in both ballet and school - not being able to handle an empty apartment. she decided to get a job - to help ease her father, but was too young.

so anna decided to do what any average 12 year old would do. she started scamming people.

she’d sell store-bought lemonade as if it were homemade, stole ceramics from art class and sold them to neighbors. she found an old girl scouts uniform in the back of a goodwill and for the next month, she sold knock-off girl scout cookies from the dollar store - going door to door.

her personality had changed drastically - anna went from a sweet, optimistic girl with warm brown eyes and an infectious laugh to cold, calculated, and downright cruel. she knew what she wanted and how to get it.

she got an invitation to a prestigious private school, full scholarship, before she hit high school - originally wanted to reject it as the thought of being surrounded by new york’s richest teens was appalling, but their ballet program was a one-way ticket into the american ballet theatre. anna ultimately accepted the scholarship.

high school was immediately hell for her - pretentious rich kids who all shared a collective brain cell and her secondhand uniform being a prime target for them.

ballet got extremely competitive - anna was a threat to every dancer in their program, bullying and sabotage became standard - but anna retaliated when possible.

this all, however, suddenly stopped when anna picked up her latest scam: faking psychic. through a small network of ‘bees’ she’d pay to gather information (gossip, rumors, etc. etc.) she was able to accurately ~see~ into students’ past, present, and potentially future affairs. the money was very worth it.

from that point forward, people were intimidated by her.

when anna was 16 she was handpicked to join the american ballet theatre’s studio company, alongside 11 other lucky individuals. her dream from that point forward was to become the youngest principal ballerina for abt - and she was going to start by winning over the role of clara in their production of the nutcracker.

she was 17 when she was chosen, much to the dismay of the other girls. she had momentarily quit her ‘psychic’ business in order to dedicate the entirety of her time towards rehearsals & practice.

the final week before her first performance as clara, anna got into a car accident heading home after another tiresome rehearsal. knocked unconscious, anna woke up three days later with no recollection of the accident - and her leg freshly operated on.

it was a devastating event that should had killed her - maybe she would had been better off if it had - but instead, it had effectively destroyed any chances of her dancing professionally.

it took two months of extensive physical therapy for anna to walk again - now relying heavily on a cane.

with ptsd and depression weighing heavily on her shoulders, anna turned back to writing - mostly as a coping mechanism, but it soon became the fierce passion it once was when she was younger.

for the remainder of her high school life, anna dedicated the majority of her time towards recovery, her writing, and directing her school’s theatre productions. oh - and claiming that almost dying had given her the gift of mediumship. it wasn’t too far off from her psychic claims - her peers believed it well enough to either stay away, or pay her for a small amount of comfort.

went to columbia after graduation on a full scholarship - it’s one of her few sources of pride - where she earned her dual degree in english & investigative journalism ( mostly because she didn’t know what she wanted to do )

wrote and published a book based heavily on her experiences as a scholarship student at a private school - YA fiction, essentially - mostly just to dip her toes in the water and become established as an author. surprisingly - the book was a hit, and has written three more in the form of a small series. she also wrote a small book on what it’s like being a ‘psychic medium’.

annabel only came to livingstone after the apner family had left her a hefty email - pleading with her to connect to their dead son. it was in livingstone that annabel heard of the watershed app - and it was from there that her interest was peaked. she immediately found herself involved as a tier 1 shepherd.

she’s partially there to take notes - to learn as much about the app as she can - and partially to strengthen and build her side-business, though she had thought she was retired. the con, however, is too great to resist. essentially - she wants to become a high enough tier to learn the dirt on everybody, and then use that for her psychic business. 

decided to become a dance instructor due to her experience as a ballerina, but because she can’t really ... dance, has assistants that help her.

personality !!

lives in a semi-decent apartment downtown where the elevator would break every other week until she threatened her landlord and it was magically fixed permanently  :^)

that being said - she’s not the friendliest person. knows what she wants and how to get it, and will not hesitate to use people or push them out of her way in order to achieve her goals.

her cutthroat nature was the reason for her success in academics and dance - her students are all terrified of her, and rightfully so. she teaches dancers between the ages of 16-24. while incredibly hard on them - she’d rip someone a new one if they tried to hurt any of her students.

horribly stubborn - if she’s got an idea of you already in her mind, then it’s hard to convince her otherwise.

still uses a cane - in fact, she can’t really walk without it - unless she wants to be in pain.

it’s sturdy, ornate, and pretty fucking solid. doubles as a weapon if need be - has definitely ... hit people with it before, though she’s calmed down now that she’s older.

used to be very angry, very defensive as a teenager and young adult - is still the same, just ... less intense. will not hesitate to speak her mind and let her opinions known - especially in the face of injustice.

doesn’t really have the best ... relationship with authority, mainly because of where she was raised and her con-artist businesses. tends to be snarky and sarcastic to anybody in charge - or really, anybody in general. 

pretty distrusting, pretty emotionless on the outside, doesn’t like to be seen as weak or somebody to be pitied. keeps herself closely guarded and doesn’t really let others ‘inside’ due to her own comfort levels.

swore off love when she was 12 and during a fluke mid-twenties, wound up engaged. called off the engagement when she found her groom-to-be and her bridesmaid-slash-cousin together. very classic - very re-enforcing of a few of her greatest fears.

she’ll sleep around but dating is out of the question, for the most part - she’s been on a few blind dates, a few casual get-togethers - but she’s always the one to break things off. is more of a careful hook-up kind of gal.

still does her psychic medium business !! sometimes she wonders if she’s a bad person because of it - but ultimately, it’s on her customers for believing in all that nonsense anyway. anna herself is a skeptic - doesn’t believe in anything unless she can see it and feel it.

her apartment is still half-packed, half-unpacked, because she honestly cannot be bothered. got out the essentials and that was it. still has her ballet shoes, still has all of her awards for competitions she’s won - they’re just in a box tucked away somewhere labeled ‘do not open’.

is actually ... a pretty sentimental person, doesn’t take anything she’s got for granted, and is hugely appreciative of her father. sends him money when she can. hasn’t spoken to her mother in years - pretty sure she’s got a step / half-sibling or two but she’s never met them. 

a lone wolf and likes it that way, but she isn’t super opposed to friendship - even if she won’t necessarily call anybody a friend. appreciates others who are similar to her - got their head on right, and knows what they want in life.

has a pretty bad fear of driving - will uber if she needs to go anywhere - even then, being in cars makes her pretty anxious. still has ptsd-induced panic attacks, though she’s managed them pretty well.

doesn’t really do drugs! will smoke weed to ease the ache and her nerves, but otherwise she only takes what is prescribed for her. doesn’t drink anything hard, either. big fan of beer and wine. probably gets wine drunk home alone late at night ... like ... two times a week.

goes between being high strung and uncaring - she’s not especially moody ( rather, is just consistently angry for whatever reasons ) but she definitely tries to bottle everything up.

probably keeps pepper spray on her at all times, even though she’s got her cane. has a gun in her apartment, cat ear brass knuckles on her keychain. she’s not paranoid, she just likes being prepared.

kind of wants to write a novel based off of watershed so! she takes a lot of notes - tends to be very observant.

has a soft spot for children, animals, and soft women. kind of person who will put herself in the line of danger in order to protect others - even if she doesn’t necessarily know them too well.

also the kind of person who’ll set something on fire - or do something because you’ve told her not to. incredibly spiteful when wronged. will raise hell if need be.

morally ambiguous tbh.

wanted connections !!

maybe ... a roommate? i imagine her living alone but i also like the idea of having roommate so :^)

she’s sort of new in town so ! acquaintances. people who’ve seen her in town and are curious. people who’ve seen her like ... kick someone’s tire in a small fit of rage or spend 20 minutes trying to coax a cat into coming near her so she could pet it.

fans of her books !!

someone from new york who recognizes her from whatever !! whether it’s from newspaper details of her incident, her legacy at her private school, someone who went to the same college as her, her legacy as a ballerina before her incident, etc. etc.

has taken up boxing recently - so somebody whose helping her at the gym?

someone who tried to like. help her cross the road or something because they saw her with her cane and she yelled at them so now they’re in this weird spot.

students !! if somebody does ballet - she might be teaching them.

alternately, one of her assistants !!

someone she’s soft for for whatever reason :/

hookups !! preferably mid-20s to like. late-30s. she’s not a cougar, i’m sorry :(

somebody who wants her to be a cougar. and she just has to keep rejecting them.

customers who come to her for psychic readings and like. comfort in the form of talking to the dead.

people skeptical of her !! maybe trying to ruin her in some way.

other shepherds. someone higher up that she’s trying to manipulate in some way for her own benefits.

a drunk one night stand that neither wants to talk about.

a pregnancy scare with another, separate one night stand! it turned out to be nothing, but there was some. weirdness. between them afterwards.

a blind date or two dnfjgkmh

someone she ghosted :/

someone she’s like, protected from a creep at a bar or a club ! and now they feel indebted towards her and she’s just like uuuh no. stop.

annoyances !!

like ... maybe a pal or two, or three. mainly just people she gets along with !!

on the other end - something where they just. despise each other for whatever reason. pure hatred.

hatred but make it sexy.

a dealer because even though she can get medical marijuana ... it’s good to have a lil extra on ya :)

people She’s suspicious of for whatever reason - someone she caught doing something. suspicious. untrustworthy.

someone where their mail keeps getting mixed up.

uuh really im down for anything !!

[dcrrows-blog]

teehee it is i,, cee, with another new gal hazel !! as always, everythin to know about her is under the cut x

CIS FEMALE — ever hear people say HAZEL DARROW looks a lot like FREYA MAVOR? I think SHE is about 23, so it doesn’t really work. The LITERATURE major is a SENIOR that is from ABERDEEN, SCOTLAND. They can be SHREWD, but they can also be COWARDLY. I think HAZEL might be a TIER 2 SHEPHERD. They are living in KIERAN. 

AESTHETICS

billowy white linen shirt sleeves, flowers pressed between the pages of antique books, heat rings from a mug on an old oak desk, crumpled up sheets of paper thrown down at the feet, magnolia perfume, novelty candles lined across a mantle, the grimace of a subject in a renaissance painting, lips bitten rosy pink.

+ here is hazel’s pinterest board

BACKGROUND

the second-youngest child out of four, hazel was home-schooled for the first half of her life. with two working parents in agriculture, it became harder and harder to make the time for schooling, especially as it got more obvious she was gifted.

her siblings were content with settling into inheritance of the farm. hazel had never warmed to the idea and instead asked questions about the many books she’d pick up on a weekly trip to a local library, about why stars blinked - things her parents just weren’t equipped to do. 

in her first year of secondary school she attended a public school, with long commutes and seemingly little difference made. it was by luck she received a scholarship for a private girls school, but it meant she had to move away. hazel nearly gave up from homesickness several times, only finding it easier towards the end of her schooling.

while her parents wanted hazel to go into science, her imagination ran far too much to be contained to a clinical space and equations. she had the aptitude for almost everything, but a hankering desire to simply write had never left her all through childhood. she chose to go into literature instead

the only reason she wound up in livingstone, rather than a prestigious university at home, was she spun a globe and wherever her finger landed, she went ( cliche i know ). she’s on a partial scholarship here.

hazel wasn’t particularly close to either kieran or michael, having floated between social groups every now and then when she wasn’t holed up in her dorm writing. she’s always kept a close eye on things, preferring to be a quiet bystander that listens in.

the only reason she got involved with the watershed app was for writing inspiration. having been mostly detached from the people affected, hazel has used the app for bits and pieces she can weave into her pieces.

PERSONALITY

manipulative pisces bitch

comes off as cowardly and tearful to try and get people to do things for her, is an experienced performer of crocodile tears. loves to pull strings

acutely aware of what she’s getting up to with the watershed app is wrong but keeps an eye on it anyway, almost to the point that it’s become obsessive

probably wears an aluminium foil hat in the privacy of her own dorm. biggest conspiracy theorist

LOVES aliens and genuinely thinks she’s had an experience as an abductee in the summer after her freshman year of university. will tell you about it if she’s feeling particularly brave

raised in a working class family, hates gentrificiation. can and will stick it to The Man

literature major because she’s got a ridiculous imagination and is currently writing a few short pieces, dabbles in visual art in her spare time

the way she dresses is far more collected than hazel herself is. very dreamlike, wears lots of flowy linen, slip dresses and vintage wool coats ( thinks she’s a real life camilla macaulay, honestly )

very sly and is good at keeping secrets, telling white lies and not letting people catch on to what she’s doing

in terms of the watershed, she’s usually surfing the omegle-type chat to talk ideas and planning. on the app, she always wears a cheap halloween mask, warps her voice and makes her dorm impossibly dark to see in. wants to remain as anonymous as she can. her user icon is also an anime girl :-)

scholarship student, but still does odd jobs when she isn’t studying to make up for watershed membership subscriptions

never sleeps. ever

a real slut for talking heads

is always reading, and adores trashy $2 romance novels 

WANTED CONNECTIONS

a ufo hunting pal

more generally, a few people she’ll share all her conspiracy theories with ( whether they want her to or not )

current/former crushes cos she’s a hopeless romantic

a muse !! for her sketching hobby