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[matthew-petracca]

Name: Matthew "Matt" Petracca

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis male, He/Him

AGE & BIRTHDAY: 34, December 19

OCCUPATION: Pediatric surgical resident

RESIDENCE: The Loft District, Skyline Lofts 

THREE POSITIVE TRAITS: Outgoing, funny, intelligent

THREE NEGATIVE TRAITS: immature, absent minded, unreliable 

Biography: tw: divorce, cancer

Matt grew up in Florida with his younger sister. He has a pretty normal childhood. He was close with his sister, who he was always over protective of. His mom was a dental hygienist and his father worked a boring office job and they fought constantly, but didn’t get a divorce until their kids were grown and out of college.

Matt was a smart kid, too smart for his own good. From a young age, he was bored and started acting out in class just to entertain himself. He was constantly getting in trouble in elementary school for trying to crack jokes and disrupting the class. He was labeled a problem child until the third grade when a teacher even considered that he wasn’t a dumb kid, he was just bored and couldn’t sit still. He ended up getting tested and being diagnosed with ADHD. After that, he was still the class clown, but at least he was able to sit still.

He excelled in high school, when he was finally able to take classes that challenged him enough to keep his brain occupied. And it was in his sophomore year honors english class that he met his first girlfriend. Despite Matt being the class clown that was friends with everyone, he was still awkward as hell when it came to girls. He asked her to go to the homecoming game with him, which was awkward and uncomfortable, considering neither of them knew anything about football, nor did they care about it. Thankfully, neither of them knew how to admit they didn’t want a second date, so they went on another one. This time it was to a bookstore, a place they were both comfortable in. What was only supposed to be an hour, turned into hours of them browsing the aisles of the bookstore, laughing and talking.

When it was time to go to college, Matt got into the University of Pennsylvania, with the plan to go premed. His girlfriend went to school in New York, and despite the fact that most high school couples didn’t make it past Thanksgiving break, the pair managed to make it work. It wasn’t uncommon for them to find the cheapest bus they could and see each other every few weekends, even if they spent the majority of the weekend studying together.

In college, Matt was a social butterfly, joining clubs and going out on weekends. He made friends everywhere he went, something that is still true today.

After graduating with honors, Matt took a year off to apply to medical school, and to focus on getting married to his high school sweetheart. They had a small wedding, promising each other they would have a bigger wedding to renew their vows once they both finished their schooling and had some money. Unfortunately their marriage didn’t last. Matt went to medical school in Massachusetts, and his wife wanted to stay in New York for grad school. They weren’t in a place where they could put their relationship first, unfortunately. And despite how much they loved each other, it wasn’t enough and they filed for divorce before their first anniversary.

Heartbroken from his divorce, he made his way through his first year of medical school. He was experiencing health issues, but he assumed it was stress from school and divorce, and told himself it would all clear up once his break rolled around. Unfortunately it didn’t and his sister forced him to go to a doctor to get checked out. After a whole slew of tests, he was diagnosed with lymphoma. As a result, he took a year off of medical school to undergo treatment and recover. Thankfully, he has been in remission ever since.

Matt has found his home in Chicago and he hopes to stay once his residency is complete. Thanks to his outgoing and friendly personality, he was able to make tons of friends, even though his job doesn’t always allow him to see them. And although he isn’t always the most present friend, he is the most loyal. He will drop everything for those he cares about, and do anything for them. And he’s sorry he didn’t respond to your text three days ago, he wasn’t ignoring you, he just forgot. When he has free time he is usually exploring the city, making conversation with anyone who is willing, and befriending the few people in town he hasn’t already.

[ballethouses]

Technique   —   bodily  control   —   must  be  mastered  only  because  the  body  must  not  stand  in  the  way  of  the  soul’s  expression.  The  only  reason  for  mastering  technique  is  to  make  sure  the  body  does  not  prevent  the  soul  from  expressing  itself. — 𝑳𝒂 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒊.

CHARACTER BASICS.

FULL NAME: Manon Alexstrasza Movska.

NICKNAME(S): Manny ( to those that she's close with ).

FACECLAIM: Olivia Cooke.

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis-female, she + her

AGE & BIRTHDAY: 32 & December 4th.

BIRTHPLACE: Leningrad, Russian SFSR, Soviet Union ( now Saint Petersburg, Russia ).

OCCUPATION:  Soloist / Prima Ballerina at Joffery Ballet Company.

SEXUALITY: Pansexual ( female preference ).

RESIDENCE: The Loft District, The Ironworks Loft, Unit #10A.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Russian, English, French, Spanish, Italian ( conversationally ).

CHARACTER BUILDING.

THREE POSITIVE TRAITS: Passionate, Uninhibited, Resilient.

THREE NEGATIVE TRAITS: Recklessly Hedonistic, Restless, Defiantly Arrogant.

STORY.

Manon  Movska  was  born  in  the  swirling,  frostbitten  splendor  of  Leningrad,  Russian  SFSR,  Soviet  Union  —  before  the  city's  grand  transformation  into  Saint  Petersburg.  Raised  amidst  opulent  chandeliers  and  the  unrelenting  discipline  of  the  Mariinsky  Theatre,  she  was  the  daughter  of  privilege,  but  she  never  once  coasted  on  the  weight  of  her  family  name.  Ballet  was  not  just  her  inheritance;  it  was  her  obsession.  The  sacred  burn  of  muscle,  the  exhilaration  of  velocity,  the  whispered  ecstasy  of  a  perfect  arabesque  —  Manon  did  not  simply  dance,  she  devoured  movement.

She  was  beautiful  in  the  way  that  nightshade  is  mesmerizing,  or  poison  is  sweet.  Born  to  a  prominent  family  in  St.  Petersburg,  there  was  never  a  time  in  which  Manon  was  anything  but  lovely,  with  her  doe  eyes  and  intense  glances,  the  drape  of  furs  across  slim,  pale  shoulders.  There  were  the  dolls,  the  flowers,  the  dresses  of  silk  and  lace,  but  more  so  —  the  dance,  the  opera,  all  that  which  made  Russia  unique,  all  that  which  had  built  her  legacy.  Manon’s  early  life  was  a  series  of  quick  sketches,  days  spent  training  her  craft,  perfecting  her  physique  and  mind  to  morph  into  that  which  she  admired.  She  saw  Giselle  in  Chelyabinsk  when  she  was  five,  and  was  struck  by  the  fact  that  it  felt  just  like  a  fairytale:  something  refined,  elegant,  and  distant;  something  untouchable  —  and  she  wished  to  be  that  untouchable  figure  upon  the  stage,  a  ghost  of  impressions  and  techniques,  modern  goddess  of  blood  and  snow.  It  was  in  those  moments  of  decision  that  her  childhood  fled  from  her  before  it  had  even  begun  and  her  cheeks  lost  their  rosiness,  beginning  instead  to  frost  like  ice  —  like  a  girl  who  would  rise,  and  rise,  until  she  was  so  high  that  nothing  else  mattered.

Her  choices  pleased  her  parents.  Her  parents  tossed  their  heads  triumphantly  at  having  produced  such  a  wonderful  spirit,  calm  and  seemingly demure,  graceful  in  all  things.  Manon,  true  to  the  Movska  tradition,  did  not  ever  act  as  other  children  did:  there  was  never  an  instance  in  which  she  was  completely  ordinary.  To  be  a  dancer,  a  ballerina,   a  weaver  of  dreams,  one  must  sacrifice  all:  and  she  understood  the  word  well.  Sacrifice,  to  trade  one  valuable  thing  (  her  childhood  )  for  something  more  precious  (  her  ambitions  ).

She  endured  it  all  with  dignity,  a  degree  of  careful  humility  innate  only  to  the  best  ballerinas,  and  as  the  hours  of  dancing  alone  before  the  television  became  the  sole  priority  of  her  waking  hours,  her  parents  piled  their  wealth  behind  her,  an  initiative  for  greatness.  And  so  she  became  a  ballerina  in  training  attending  an  academy  for  the  most  gifted.  While  the  worker’s  children  ran  laughing  through  the  streets,  red  hats  and  black  shoes,  she  sat  in  the  backseat  of  her  father’s  chauffeured  cars,  watching  the  world  pass  by,  her  aching,  bleeding  feet  resting…  waiting  for  another  day  at  the  bars,  small  face  staring  into  her  own  eyes  in  the  mirror.  Arabesque,  plié,  grande  jeté  —  repeat  and  repeat,  until  perfection  shone  in  the  sweat  of  her  brow  and  the  bruises  on  her  feet.

Triumf,  malenkaya  koroleva.

From  the  moment  she  could  stand,  her  feet  were  shaped  into  exquisite  instruments  of  precision.  Every  morning  began  with  grueling  barre  exercises,  every  evening  ended  with  exhaustion,  her  young  limbs  trembling  with  both  torment  and  triumph.  Under  the  iron  tutelage  of  Russia’s  finest,  she  ascended  from  promising  student  to  prodigious  soloist,  her  talents  eclipsing  even  the  highest  expectations.  By  her  late  teens,  she  had  already  danced  across  the  great  stages  of  Europe,  moving  from  Moscow  to  Paris  to  Vienna,  her  name  murmured  in  hushed,  reverent  tones  among  ballet’s  elite.

Those  years  are  a  blur.  Every  great  dancer  remembers  most  vividly  not  the  pain,  but  the  glory,  and  when  she  was  picked  up  by  the  Mariinsky  Ballet  immediately  after  her  graceful  reign  at  Vaganova,  every  moment  of  blood,  sweat,  and  tears  was  worth  it.  One  year,  two  years,   five  years  —  she  was  a  prima  ballerina  of  the  world’s  greatest  stage;  half  queen  and  half  goddess,  fully  ethereal  in  her  allegros,  her  pirouettes.   She  commanded  the  stage  in  a  manner  that  very  few  had  ever  before;  bold  yet  delicate,  striking  yet  subtle  —  and  from  all  over  the  world  her  admirers  flocked,  to  see  her  another  time  on  that  imperial  stage  framed  in  gold  and  ash.  She  was  Juliette  dancing  to  die,  Odette  dancing  to  live,  every  dream  that  men and women  could  have  had,  she  could  capture  for  them  in  a  series  of  adagios.  And  so  she  did,  and  as  she  became  more  famous  and  more  beautiful,  her  ambition  only  grew,  and  grew,  until  she  believed  that  she  could  go  down  in  history  as  Russia’s  most  prolific  prima  ballerina.

Even  with  her  reign  at  the  Mariinsky  secure,  with  the  world  at  her  feet  and  Russia  singing  her  praises,  Manon  found  herself  restless.  She  had  danced  through  Moscow’s  grandeur,  twirled  beneath  the  Parisian  moon,  spun  through  Vienna’s  hallowed  halls,  and  yet,  it  was  not  enough.  She  craved  the  unknown,  the  thrill  of  fresh  audiences  and  untamed  stages.  Europe,  America  —  these  were  not  merely  destinations,  but  new  frontiers  of  adventure,  challenges  to  conquer,  theaters  to  command.  And  so,  when  the  opportunity  arose,  she  seized  it  with  the  hunger  of  an  artist  who  knew  that  even  the  most  glittering  cages  were  still  cages.  She  was  ready  to  set  the  world  ablaze  with  the  fire  of  her  movement.

Now  thirty-two,  Manon  is  more  than  a  prima  ballerina  —  she  is  a  force  of  nature.  She  dances  not  with  rigid  precision  but  with  raw  instinct,  her  body  an  instrument  of  unfiltered  passion.  Sensual  and  unapologetically  open,  she  embraces  life  as  she  does  the  stage:  wildly,  freely,  with  no  regard  for  convention.  Resilient,  she  rises  from  the  ashes  of  every  challenge,  crafting  herself  anew  with  every  performance,  ever-refusing  to  bend  to  fate.  There  was  a  time,  years  ago,  when  she  burned  bright  in  an  affair  with  Lena  Finch,  a  flame  that  consumed  them  both  before  flickering  into  embers.  But  history  lingers  in  every  duet,  in  every  glance  across  the  rehearsal  floor.  As  fate  —  or  mere  chance  —  would  have  it,  she  now  finds  herself  in  Willow  Peak,   Chicago,  a  soloist  and  principal  dancer  at  the  Joffrey  Ballet  Company,  where  her  former  lover  also  graces  the  stage.  Their  bodies  move  once  more  in  tandem,  their  past  whispered  in  every  pas  de  deux.  And  yet,  Manon  does  not  dwell  on  yesterday;  she  is  too  busy  dancing  her  way  into  eternity.

[evigh3t]

CHAPTER ONE     :          STATS .

name :         vale nekoda .         nicknames :         vee .         age :         twenty3 .         gender  +  pronouns :         cis  woman  +  she / her .         sexuality :         bisexual .         birthday :        12th july 2001.     address :         sycamore arms  #3010.       

CHAPTER TWO     :         SOUNDTRACK .

01.         she's my religion — pale waves .         02.         god of wine — third eye blind .         03.         be kind — halsey .         04.         play destroy — poppy .         05.         mars — yungblud .        

CHAPTER THREE     :         STORY .

𝓲. vale  was  the  second  adopted  child  of  her  parents,  two  mothers  that  were  so  in  love  that  all  they  wanted  in  life  was  a  little  bundle  of  joy  to  complete  the  family.  her  brother  before  her  had  filled  her  parents’  lives  with  so  much  love,  but  that  little  sweet  thing  —  with  wide,  dark  eyes  and  freckles  across  her  nose  —  was  a  dream  come  true.  saying  that  she  was  cherished  was  an  understatement  ;  she  was  solid  gold  to  the  women  that  raised  her,  but  that  doesn’t  always  mean  the  best  for  a  child  that  wants  to  spread  her  wings,  to  explore,  to  find  a  place  in  the  world  that  feels  so  far  away  when  she  was  wrapped  in  cotton  wool.  𝓲𝓲. her  friends  were  allowed  to  play  out,  to  drink  ( so  long  as  they  were  safe ) ,  to  attend  parties  and  enjoy  their  youth,  but  vale  didn’t  know  any  of  that.  instead,  her  life  was  experienced  as  though  she  was  watching  through  a  window,  speaking  with  no  sound  coming  out.  chicago  was  painted  in  sepia  tones,  and  the  same  journeys  to  and  from  school,  and  then  to  work,  felt  as  though  she  was  in  her  own  version  of  groundhog  day.  the  same  postboxes,  the  same  crack  in  the  concrete,  the  same  crossings  that  never  seemed  to  turn  green.  when  her  parents  suggested  looking  at  colleges,  she  jumped  at  the  chance  ;  not  only  could  she  study  something  she  was  passionate  in,  but  she  could  break  away.  there  was  only  one  problem.  vale  wasn’t  passionate  about  much  at  all.  𝓲𝓲𝓲. and  so  she  applied  to  the  university  of  chicago.  she  took  up  a  few  minor  classes,  but  was  never  able  to  find  something  that  truly  stuck  —  a  student  home  in  willow  peak  was  the  only  reassurance  that  she  had  made  the  right  decision  when  she  started  unpacking  her  life,  from  a  cardboard  box.  every  night  was  spent  on  facetime  to  her  family  back  home,  and  vale  had  to  grin  and  lie  through  her  teeth  in  order  to  convince  them  that  things  were  going  okay,  that  she  was  loving  her  studies,  her  journey  to  become  a  doctor,  or  a  veterinarian,  or  a  lawyer  …  whatever  she  could  pull  out  of  her  imagination.  none  of  it  felt  truly  right.  when  she  could,  she  took  the  first  job  that  seemed  to  be  hiring  lonely,  clueless,  inexperienced  college  attendees  ;  morning  glory. 𝓲𝒗. that  was  it.  the  smell  of  freshly  roasted  beans  in  the  morning,  the  swirl  of  baking  pastries  that  enticed  even  the  hardest  shelled  businessmen.  vale  learned  on  the  job  quickly,  and  was  soon  inscribing  everything  you  could  think  of  onto  the  top  of  cappuccinos  —  hearts,  fruits,  little  animal  faces  —  all  to  brighten  the  days  of  the  regulars.  she  started  experimenting  with  flavours,  mixing  syrups  and  researching  different  roasts  online  from  ecuador  and  europe  and  the  deepest  depths  of  the  world.  whatever  had  captured  her  was  more  than  just  caffeine.  it  was  the  opportunity  to  speak  to  people  every  day,  to  exist  in  the  world  of  another  for  just  one  second,  to  learn  of  the  greatness  of  the  real  world,  the  color,  the  joy.  𝒗. vale  deferred  her  place  at  the  university  and,  although  she  continues  to  insist  that  she’s  going  to  go  back,  some  day,  the  reality  seems  to  be  slipping  further  and  further  out  of  her  grasp.  instead,  coffee  cups  fill  it,  and  she  spends  most  of  her  time  on  shift  at  morning  glory  speaking  to  the  regulars  or  trying  to  coax  newcomers  to  try  the  updated  house  blends.  the  real  world  still  feels  big,  scary,  unfamiliar  but,  now  that  she  is  settled  in  willow  peak,  there  is  an  abundance  of  opportunity  to  explore,  latte  in  hand.

CHAPTER FOUR     :         CONNECTIONS .

𝓲. wanted — tba . 𝓲𝓲. wanted — tba . 𝓲𝓲𝓲. wanted — tba .

[kate-belikova]

Name: Yekaterina Jacobovna Smythe Belikova Bloom Nicknames: Kate, Kat, Feral Kat (only by Simon), kitten Marital status: Married to Simon Bloom Occupation: journalist/erotic novelist Hometown: Chicago

Intro:

(TW: Mafia, toxic parents, mentions of inappropriate age gap)

You can never be overdressed or overeducated – Oscar Wilde

It was a mantra the Belikov-Smythe family lived by. Anastasia Belikova had sunk her claws into Jacob Smythe in order to grow her family’s criminal empire in a grander sense. The Belikov family owned large chunks of real estate in Chicago, almost a monopoly on luxury. Everyone knew without knowing: they were mobsters. The Vor Bratva’s Pakhan was Anastasia’s father, Damien Belikov, a man known for his brutality. Anastasia set Jacob up for her father to catch them, thus pressuring him into marriage and securing permits whenever and territory for the family.

While Jacob and Anastasia despised each other, their children were the ones who suffered. Yekaterina was the surprise conclusion to the children, the unplanned surprise they hadn’t intended to have. With eight years in age difference between Kate and her brother, she was the last child in the house by the time he went off to college. 

Since she was young, Kate had been pressured into image. Anastasia had discovered this ‘late in life’ baby gave her the perfect do-over. While all three Belikov-Smythe children had access to the finest education money could buy, Kate’s education went deeper. It included charm school, language tutoring, and the like, but it also included her mother attempting to teach her how to swindle people the way she had.

At the age of eighteen, a bomb was soon dropped on her: she was expected to marry for the sake of the Bratva, to a man more than twice her age, and move to New York. 

After having her entire life mapped out for her and having no say, Kate decided her best bet was to run. She was able to fend off the agreement for marriage for four years to give herself a taste of freedom in college. She graduated with honors as an English major with a minor in Classics. In her time at Stanford, she discovered a secret society of the upper schools across the country made up of sororities and fraternities called the Viper Society.

Her (first) reality shift, however, came in form of Murph Bloom. A night of bantering at a party led to a three-year long relationship resulting in her standing up to her family and stating she would not be marrying the inappropriately-aged man. 

Her second reality shift came in form of a years-long battle with her own upbringing in regards to shame and sex. According to her mother, sex wasn't to be spoken about, only wielded as a tool. And wield it, Kate did. She began writing on a blog anonymously about things she herself had done, along with stories she had heard from others. The blog began gaining traction under her pen name "Alice Noughton", a rebus for "Anonymous." 

During this time, she met Murph's very married brother, Simon and became his TA at Stanford University. Her third and most striking reality shift came upon realizing she had fallen in love with him. When Murph proposed to her, she said no and the two broke up. 

Kate was soon approached by a publisher with an offer to publish her blog posts into full-length erotic novels. Soon, "Alice Noughton" became "KD Simone." 

Months later, she reached out to Simon, her now ex-boyfriend's very separated brother. A couple of years later, the two of them got married in a courthouse ceremony. 

Because things could never be simple, Kate was soon called home to Chicago to deal with her family. Their agreement was simple: Kate was all but excommunicated. In exchange, she was left alone. 

Currently, she works as a journalist for an online magazine creating quizzes.

[pcstlives]

full name: antoinette "nettie" parker. occupation: part-time assistant to amara manoban, part-time swim instructor at the community pool, night school student for hospitality management. residence: sycamore row. pronouns: she/her. sexuality: bisexual (prefers women). age: 31. positive traits: hardworking, resourceful, bubbly. negative traits: stubborn, self-sacrificing, controlling.

content warning: parental death

BIOGRAPHY:

for a really long time, nettie parker's life was not her own. she is the eldest of four siblings, and after her youngest sibling was born, their mother passed away. when nettie was thirteen, she stepped into a care-taking role for her younger brothers and sisters.

she held this role all throughout her teenager years and her twenties. she helped with things around the house, she watched her younger siblings, she contributed to bills, and she tried her best to help her father give her siblings as as normal a life as she possibly could

last year, her youngest sibling turned 18 and officially left the house for college! not all of her siblings ended up going down that route, but they are all settling into their adult lives and have achieved some measure of financial stability

her father encouraged her to move out - he's been encouraging her to move out since she was 25, but she knew that he couldn't handle her siblings on his own. however, with all of them being self-sufficient, she finally decided to take the leap

she's pursuing a degree in hospitality management because she would like to run her own hotel or inn one day. she's been working in hospitality since her early twenties and she's developed a strong interest in the work. she started out cleaning rooms, and is proud of the strides she's made, but she knows she needs a degree to get to where she wants to go

she loves working for amara. part of her is scared to branch out on her own, because she knows she'll never have another boss who's as supportive and kind, who she genuinely wants to help with things. their work partnership has become something of a safety blanket for her in her adult life.

rent is steep and she's still sending her siblings and father money from time to time, so she also works part time at the community pool. she's honestly actively looking for a different part time job, this one is. not very glamorous</3 lots of kids pee in the pool so </3

she's still adjusting to life on her own! she's a little insecure about being 30 and not having crossed as many milestones as her peers due to her responsibilities, but she's looking to begin living life to the fullest and prioritizing herself

QUICK FACTS/HEADCANONS:

nettie loooooooves amara. she doesn't even want to think about a future that doesn't mean working for her, even if it's her ultimate goal to open and own her own hotel/inn one day. amara is the best boss she has ever had, and she secretly considers her a friend too

she has a big sweet tooth! she's a really frugal person overall, but sometimes she can't help but splurge on a tasty treat...

she's really handy with household repair jobs. she learned how to fix a lot of things b/c they had a really shitty landlord growing up. A/C broken? floorboard loose? cabinet off its hinges? she's got you

she's had romantic relationships with women and men, but the ones with women were a lot more meaningful and intense. she lowkey doesn't trust men

she keeps in close contact with all of her siblings - she talks to all of them at least once every few days, oftentimes more. she misses them fiercely even though their leaving meant her independence

[blotchedpaper]

／ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑    ;   ( a  piece  of  paper  marked  with  irregular  spots  of  ink. )  a  study  of  cherry’s  original  character for  willowpeakrp ,  santiago  navarro.  contents   include  mature  themes. 

𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲. 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭.

[alecflynn]

basics.

full name — Alec Bodhi Flynn

faceclaim — Nick Robinson

gender & pronouns —cis man, he/him

age — 28

birthday — 8/23/1996

sexuality — disaster bi

occupation — bartender at Tarzan's Bad Trip

residence — elmwood flats unit #1

length of time in willow peak — all his life, with occasional bouts of traveling throughout

tldr. tw: mental illness, drugs, alcohol, child neglect (full bio can be found at the bottom of the intro)

alec is a chicago (and willow peak) native. he’s been cutting it up in these streets since day one. his mother suffers from manic episodes and would often leave him alone for days on end and go cause havoc around town. so locals probably know the name ‘daisy flynn’ and they probably don’t get warm and fuzzies when they hear it. his dad is totally unknown to him

with the freedom of having absolutely zero structure growing up, alec fell into partying. he taught himself how to play the guitar, and as he got older, he used that to his advantage. he started a band, was surprisingly good at writing songs— the only time anyone caught a glimpse of emotional depth— and settled into his role as the heartbreaker

alec really thought the glory of high school would last forever, even going as far as buying a van with the intention of touring for the summer between junior and senior year and every summer after that. only, he never clued his bandmates into those plans and they actually had parents that gave a shit, so instead, he turned it into his home. eventually, inevitably, they were evicted from their apartment when his mom went off the deep end for a little too long, so he sort of had no choice

for all of senior year, alec lived alone in his van that he lovingly named ole bessy. it was about halfway through the year that he realized people were making plans outside of willow peak. college, jobs, settling anywhere that wasn’t here. but alec liked here, and he didn’t really understand everyone being so hellbent on leaving

abandonment issues settled in and alec sort of became a nomad. once he graduated from high school (somehow??? like, good for him, but i genuinely don’t understand how he did it) he left chicago to travel in his van. he played shows, settled in places for just long enough to start to feel those attachments grow and then he’d take off again

he’d roll back into town from time to time, but when he inevitably messed up, he’d leave again, coming back only when enough time had allowed to dust to settle. and the cycle has repeated itself now for years

headcanons.

alec has undiagnosed dyscalculia. he doesn’t realize that numbers don’t jumble around in everyone’s heads the way they do his. it makes him feel stupid, so he tries to avoid math situations, or anything that has anything to do with numbers.

alec can be very self-absorbed. it’s not because he’s a dick, it’s just because he’s always too aware of himself to see things from any other perspective. he’s covered up his need to be loved and accepted by fooling himself into believing everyone loves him the way he loves everyone else. it’s a fun line to walk.

because alec largely had to parent himself, there are a lot of things he misses that should be obvious, but just aren’t. he genuinely doesn’t ever go out of his way to hurt anyone’s feelings, but he definitely has left a string of heartbreak in his wake. he just doesn’t know how to let people in, he doesn’t understand that his inability to love isn’t the same for everyone else. he just expects that people feel the way he does about things.

he writes really good fuckin’ songs. you would never know he is the same person listening to his songs versus meeting him in real life, but it stems from the fact that he never learned how to deal with or regulate his emotions, so he channels it into his song writing

alec is a very physically affectionate guy. his love language is physical touch so it’s not weird or out of the ordinary for alec to be touchy.

shambles is his best friend and roommate and he will cut a bitch when it comes to her, pacifist or not

wanted connections.

childhood friends - some that he still keeps in touch with, maybe some that are starting to get tired of his shit. maybe some that have been tired of his shit for a while

bandmates - new or old. he’s been back in town for a little while now, so he’s had time to get the band back together (or welcome new people into it)

exes - alec is not known for his faithfulness or for being a good boyfriend. these would have likely ended badly and they wouldn’t have gone on for very long. or maybe a few ended up friends. who knows

hook ups - a guy has needs. and those needs don’t need strings. it can be complicated with unrequited feelings or it can just be a casual thing that just scratches an itch for both parties

antagonistic - enemies alec has made, people that liken him to his mom who is still around causing trouble, people that feel he’s done them dirty. maybe past employers he’s left high and dry. people he owes money to. anything!

honestly, up for ANYTHING. might add more as they come to me, but let’s just throw stuff at the wall and see what sticks.

full bio.

Alec Flynn was born a free spirit. As a child, he was always questioning everything: who decided we have to go to school five days a week? Why is ‘because I said so’ an acceptable answer? Why do we have to wear shoes? We’re inside! (Alec was regularly in trouble in school for taking off his shoes). For a minute, he tried the Scouts thing, but ultimately it wasn’t meant to last. He didn’t do well with structure or a chain of command. He constantly questioned authority and pushed his limits as far as they would go and then some. He’d say he quit, but it was, at the very least, a mutual parting of ways. It was probably for the best, though. Being raised by a single mother who followed her every whim and regularly left her too-young son alone, sometimes for days on end, while she ran off with a new boyfriend or chased a new high meant that money was so tight it was basically non-existent. Just like the father he never knew. God forbid they spent any of that money on him.

He found his stride a little more once he hit high school. Being musically inclined since he could talk suddenly seemed a lot more interesting to his peers once puberty hit. Alec loved the attention and he leaned fully in. He started a band with a few friends. People knew him. And for the first time in his life, he felt seen. That kind of feeling went to his head. He was a serial dater, the heartbreaker, and he really fell into the party scene. With his friends at his side, he felt unstoppable, untouchable. The band found its groove and they owned the school. Or, at least, in Alec’s mind, they did. 

The insecurities began to creep in around the middle of senior year. He’d never been much of a planner, content to only acknowledge what was right in front of his face at any given moment. But Alec began to realize, as everyone finalized their college and future plans, that he’d never really given it any thought. He liked what he did and what he had here, so why change it? But in the back of his mind, it did cause panic, listening to everyone plan to leave Chicago behind. 

Leave him behind.

Alec grew a little more reckless after that. He partied harder, he wrote songs with a frantic edge. He thought maybe if he could just get lost in the life, it would never abandon him. But in the end, he watched people he adored and people that adored him scatter to the wind after graduation. 

On a whim, he’d purchased a van with money he’d managed to scrape together. It was an absolute piece of shit, but it was his piece of shit. It’s original intention was to go on tour— a notion he’d had but hadn’t clued his bandmates in on until after he’d already bought it— but when he was slapped with an eviction notice after his mom had been gone on a bender for weeks, it became home. 

For years, Alec did his best to outrun the bad feelings. Abandonment issues, who? Alec was simply a free spirit. It was in his DNA after all. His mother had never been able to stay in one place, and with a home on wheels, why shouldn’t he do the same? 

So it became something of a routine. He’d roll back into town after staying gone long enough to be missed, for whatever misdeeds he’d released on Willow Peak to be forgotten or at the very least swept under the rug. And then, when he inevitably messed up, he’d go again to start the process over once more. It kept him safe and it kept others safe from him. That was a lesson he’d learned from his mother who had become something of a fixture on the streets in Sycamore Row, becoming the town’s burden instead of just his. 

He’d like to stop running. Of course he would. But everything catches up to you when you stop moving. And he’s not ready to face those things just yet.

[murphbloom]

basics.

full name — Samuel Bloom - exclusively goes by Murph

faceclaim — Adam Brody

gender & pronouns —cis man, he/him

age — 42

birthday — 12/9/1982

sexuality — hetero, sad but true

occupation — unemployed

residence — #512 Lakeshore Drive

length of time in willow peak — since mid-November

tldr. tw: divorce (full bio can be found at the bottom of the intro)

murph is called murph because it was a running joke all his life that he was cursed with bad luck. so instead of allowing murphy to be a name that haunted him his entire life, murph decided to simply make it his identity. people can’t make fun of you if you do it first!

he’s the oldest of two boys and the least favorite. his family is the loud rambunctious type and the gene seemed to skip him. he liked comic books and robots and listening to obscure indie bands in his bedroom. so he got pushed onto the backburner a lot in favor of his brother who was the big man on campus with his sailing and his hundreds of friends and his endless charm

he was born and raised in the san francisco area but went to college in southern california for a change of pace and for a chance to not be in his little brother’s shadow. his studies were in coding and game design and it was nice to feel like he was finally excelling at something

after graduation, he got a job at a fairly big name gaming company. but as it turned out, he was less passionate about designing games than he was about playing them, finding that app development was actually more his speed. he took a leap of faith and left his steady job for a start up company where he managed projects and teams. it wasn’t exactly what he wanted to do, but he felt like he was getting on the right track

because he can be something of a workaholic, his romantic life suffered. until it didn’t. he met someone who was like his opposite in every way— much more like his brother than him— but he thought their differences was what made the relationship so solid. she pushed him out of his comfort zone, which he needed. eventually, with her support, he left the company to venture out on his own. with an old college acquaintance eager to invest, murph put together his own team and finally was at a place where he could bring his ideas to life. he didn’t have to manage anybody else’s projects for the first time and could focus solely on his brainchild: sidequest— an app with a very easy-to-use interface that connects people for odd jobs. it’s a little more complicated than that but i’m literally just a girl, so pretend there’s really cool techy stuff here that blows your mind <3

riding the high of a particularly big breakthrough, murph proposed to his girlfriend on a whim. she said no. which would have been fine because, if he thought about it, their shelf life was likely reaching its expiration. what he wasn’t prepared for was her confessing that she was actually in love with his BROTHER

like, yeah, sure, it made sense when he thought about it because he was always the spare Bloom, but damn??? right in front of my fruit salad???

anyway, that sucked a lot. but at least he had his app!

oh, except wait. he didn’t. because that investor “friend” of his? well, he got dollar signs in his eyes and saw an opportunity to take credit for all of murph’s work. and with some ironclad contracts with shitty little fine print that basically said he already owned anything and everything murph created using his money, he was forced out. but at least they cut him a check, right?

honestly, murph was super bummed out. he had a shit ton of money but nothing really to show for it

that’s about the time he met valley. he really didn’t think he had anything to offer anyone and he was too scared to put himself out there again just to get chewed up and spit out so soon after he’d already been thoroughly wrecked. but he kind of didn’t have a choice. she was persistent in the beginning and so beautiful and charming and he honestly never stood a chance

he fell soooooooo hard for her. like the sun rose and fell with HER. he realized he never knew a single thing about love until he met her because nothing else quite compared. and for five years, they were very happy

and then fuckass george had to get involved. valley’s shitty ex husband reached out to murph and told him everything, sent proof of certificates and pictures and all kinds of things murph couldn’t explain away. it destroyed him to think that, once again, he’d put everything into something that turned out to never really be his in the first place. he was in a sort of state of shocked numbness for a long, long time. anger came way later and he never really asked any questions of her or got any answers. she was just here and then she was gone

he allowed himself to wallow for a while, and even after he picked himself up and did his best to move on, the people closest to him could see that he needed to be forced out of his rut. enter: willow peak. it’s quieter, a big change of scenery. and there’s definitely nothing there that could possibly remind him of his ex wife!

i am sorry that this section is called tldr and i basically just rewrote the entire bio but with bullet points. if you’ve made it this far, i luv u

headcanons.

when murph and valley decided they wanted a dog, they went to the shelter and asked for the dog that had been there the longest. they adopted her sight unseen and came home with a very scruffy terrier mix that they named fig

he is SO clumsy. it’s cute and it’s sad. like a big puppy that doesn’t know how to control it’s limbs yet

he has a dry, sarcastic sense of humor and he tends to lean on that in social interactions because talking to people is both hard and overwhelming so if he’s making people laugh then he’s winning

was raised in a jewish household, but he's more non-practicing

he and valley were both not big on holidays, so they created a 'merry happy whatever' tradition every year where they made their not-holiday into whatever they wanted it to be

wanted connections.

TBA

full bio.

Murphy’s law states anything that can go wrong will go wrong.

For Samuel Bloom, that adage was a lifestyle. And a name.

It was meant as a joke— calling him Murphy. A nod to just how wrong everything always seemed to go for him. But Sam adopted it, made it his own. If he couldn’t beat them, then he would join them. And so, he became Murph. 

From the beginning, it was clear that Murph’s younger brother was the favorite. His parents weren’t mean, they didn’t treat him poorly in favor of his brother, but it was still there and still obvious all the same. His brother was the sports guy, the charismatic one, the friend magnet. Murph… well. Murph liked comics and robotics, he liked finding solutions to problems in unique ways. He was just wired differently and so he never took it personally when he’d have the house to himself for a long weekend during one of his brother’s away games. Or when they chose to sit in on a football game instead of his first robotics competition. 

College felt like a new beginning. Maybe there Murph could be the guy who won. He wouldn’t be recognized as the Other Bloom. He was the only Bloom. And for a little while, that was true. He made some friends— a few of which he still has today— and even had a string of girlfriends. Most of those were fleeting and none of them were endgame level serious. But it was still a little life he cultivated for himself. And it was one that he was proud of. He was pursuing coding and video game design, both fields something he believed would only evolve with time. He wanted to evolve with it. 

And so, he did. He got a job with a modestly sized company right out of college. It was a decent job, paid the bills just enough that he could afford a studio apartment and dinner at least two nights a week that wasn’t instant noodles. And then he slowly moved up the ladder, small raises here and there affording him an apartment with actual rooms and dinner not from a cup any night he wanted. 

Eventually, Murph realized his passion lay not with video game design but with app development. As the market for that grew, so, too, did his ideas. When an old college buddy reached out to him, offering a job at his startup company, Murph took a leap of faith. It was slow going in the beginning, and had it not been for his savings, he might have returned to studio apartments and cup noodles, but eventually, they hit their stride. It still wasn’t quite where Murph wanted to be— managing teams rather than bringing his own ideas to life. But it was still so clear that he’d found himself in the right field, so he took the wins where he could.

Seven years of growth found him well. He’d upgraded his one bedroom apartment to a two bedroom house in a nice little neighborhood. It was more space than he needed for himself, but eventually, maybe, he’d fill it with a family. That part of his life was slower-going. Perhaps it was because he had never quite learned how to split his time, prone to bouts of inspiration that he’d have to work through until it was spent which meant long days and nights in the office. Apparently that was not a recipe for a fruitful marriage. 

But then he did meet someone. She was his opposite in many ways. She was loud and friendly where he could be withdrawn and shy, she loved to go out and meet new people when he preferred quiet nights in. She shook him out of his comfort zone and he tethered her to earth. It should have made sense. For Murph at the time, it did. And she was different from the others: she stuck around. She became part of the family, finding her place among them easier than even Murph had. In many ways, she was a lot like his brother, the magnetic type that you couldn’t help but be drawn in by. And she encouraged him to reach for more. 

So, two years later, he did. In 2016, he took another leap of faith— this time he bet on himself. He had an idea for an app that he believed was missing in the market. Something with an easily navigable interface that could connect people with small jobs or other needs. He called it SideQuest, a nod to his love of games. He found an investor in the form of an old college acquaintance and secured himself a team. Not having to worry about the money aspect, Murph threw himself into his work. Watching his vision come to fruition might have been the most exciting thing to ever happen to him, and on a particularly good day a year into development, he decided to take another big leap. He asked his girlfriend to marry him.

He wished he could say that the worst thing she told him was no. No he could have handled with grace. No would have made sense when he removed himself from the situation and really thought about their compatibility. But it was so much worse than no. Because, as it turned out, she had fallen in love with his brother. Honestly, he should have seen it coming. He’d been the Other Bloom his entire life, it just made sense that two beams of light might intersect and leave him lost in the shadows they cast. When they got engaged only a year later, it crushed him. Even as he realized that he’d never felt an ounce of the passion for their relationship that he had for his job. It was only that that kept him afloat, throwing himself into his work in a full tilt. 

Until that was taken from him too. His friend had seen the potential for SideQuest, and with the work on it mostly done, Murph was strong-armed into parting ways with the company. He had no financial stake in the company and iron clad contracts stated in fine print they had the right to claim his work for their own. Technically, they didn’t owe him anything. But they were ‘gracious’ enough to cut him a very sizable check. One that could have meant he’d never have to work again. 

He felt defeated. And when he met a beautiful woman in a bar, he was wary, guarded now in ways he’d never been before. He was uninterested in putting himself out there to be ruined again. But she was persistent, and in the end, he was weak. She made him realize that he’d been wrong to think that anything he’d ever had before could have held a candle to love. Real love. She fit seamlessly into his life, breathing color back into his world. He allowed himself to be swept away in her current. They married, even beating his brother down the aisle, and for five years, they were happy.

And then, he learned the truth. It was hard to believe she might have invested five years of her life just to take half of everything he owned, but it was impossible to ignore the proof. And it made sense, in the end. 

Because he was Murph. And anything that could go wrong, would. 

Anything that could go wrong, did.

[rowenakuzmich]

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BASIC INFORMATION ;

full name: rowena olive kuzmich nickname(s): felicity, tara (aliases); ro, roo, roro, rowen (diminutives) age: twenty-six birthday: december 31, 1998 species: human ethnicity: ukrainian, polish, hungarian (paternal); english, german (maternal) nationality: american gender: cisgender female pronouns: she/her romantic orientation: panromantic sexual orientation: demisexual birthplace: frederick, maryland, united states hometown: chicago, illinois, united states; brentwood, tennessee, united states (formerly); harrisonburg, virginia, united states (formerly); livingston, new jersey (formerly) residence: the edgewater residences (unit #304), lakeshore crescent, willow peak occupation: the willow tap barback; divine ecstasy cam girl (formerly; undercover), vanguard investigations private investigator (formerly), james madison university undergraduate (formerly; graduated), garnet mysteries agency secretary (formerly), rae kushner yeshiva high school student (formerly), chili’s waitress (formerly) religion: jewish financial status: middle class; upper class (formerly) marital status: single faceclaim: mikey madison

DISPOSITION ;

inspiration(s): jessica jones (marvel), ani bezzerides (true detective), rosa diaz (brooklyn nine-nine), jet slootmaekers (law & order: organized crime) and mabel mora (only murders in the building) tv tropes: private detective, aloof dark-haired girl, functional addict, trauma conga line and heartbroken badass prominent traits: generous, lionhearted, cynical, sarcastic and reserved usual mood/expression: deadpan and irritated western zodiac: capricorn chinese zodiac: tiger primary vice: wrath primary virtue: kindness moral alignment: lawful neutral four temperaments: melancholic myers-briggs: istp socionics: sli enneagram: 8w9 tritype: 864 instinctual variant: sp/sx attitudinal psyche: lfve the big five: rcuen

RELATIONSHIPS ;

father: yegor kuzmich (father) † mother: ada kuzmich (née thompson) † sibling(s): gregory kuzmich (younger brother), cate kuzmich (younger sister), eleonora schmidt (surrogate younger sister) family: petro kuzmich (paternal grandfather) †, magdalena kuzmich (née sikorska; paternal grandmother) †, nevena kuzmich (paternal aunt) †, david thompson (paternal uncle), jill thompson (née evans; paternal aunt), lea thompson (paternal cousin) allies: tba friend(s): tba lover(s): tba enemies: tba rivals: tba pets: tba

HISTORY ;

rowena olive kuzmich — otherwise known as simply ro by her peers — was born on december 31, 1998 in frederick, maryland to yegor, the ukrainian-american gang boss of the kuzmich crime family and ada (née thompson), an infamous english head chef. the two met at the latter’s workplace at the white oleander, a fine dining restaurant and immediately impressed by how delicious the food was, yegor requested to meet the head chef. their chemistry was instant and despite her older brother, david, warning her to not get romantically involved a gang boss, she didn’t hesitate to pursue him. they got married a year later after ada became pregnant with rowena and even though yegor ruled with an iron fist, it was clear that ada had him wrapped around her little finger.

while she never had to worry about not being able to get by thanks to her immensely privileged background, rowena had little to no friends growing up that were genuine, as she was often surrounded by children who were using her to get close to her father or to be on his good graces. although her parents both agreed to keep her and her younger siblings, gregory and cate, ignorant to the truth about her family, rowena was no fool — it didn’t take much time for her to figure out that her father was not a good man and that her mother was not much better either. nonetheless, all she could do is shield her younger siblings to the horrors they committed until the veselov’s, a russian crime family and their rivals, infiltrated their home and killed them all in cold blood while rowena and her siblings were at school.

after their funeral of their entire paternal side, the kuzmich children were sent to live with their late mother’s brother, david and his family, comprising of their aunt, jill, and their older cousin, lea. they were placed in the same boarding school as her, which affected each sibling differently. the change was tough on rowena at first, but as she got older, she began to appreciate the fact she was given the chance at a life that wasn’t so isolating, but the same couldn’t be said for gregory, who fell in with the wrong crowd at a young age and became a rebellious, troubled child. by the time she got to high school, rowena became enamored by crime shows and novels like the girl with the dragon tattoo and the law & order franchise, which inspired her to want to become a private investigator.

in order to pursue her dream, rowena transferred to james madison university in harrisonburg, virginia and took a part-time job as a secretary for the garnet mysteries agency secretary, an all-women p.i. firm, and aided them in their cases to the best of her ability, learning how they investigated and solved them. even though she had to fight for her place amongst them, they eventually welcomed her in with open arms and she began to see them as her second family. they even attended her graduation ceremony and gave her a standing ovation, introducing her to their associates at vanguard investigations in brentwood, tennessee during a case. sensing the unwavering potential in rowena, they offered her to take her in as a junior private investigator.

although it wasn’t an easy choice for her to make, rowena decided to accept the opportunity and move to tennessee. however, it quickly became to her that she would have to prove to her new boss that she deserved to be there, as he believed she was too naive and idealistic to have what it took to be a true private investigator. after three years of working blood, sweat and tears in numerous cases, rowena was given her first serious case in collaboration with the bpd — they have been investigating the prism fan network, a model agency within the porn website, divine ecstasy, that they suspected was a cover for a sexual trafficking ring. rowena’s job as to go undercover inside the agency and find as much evidence as she could find to bring them down.

when she was first informed of what she would have to do, she was hesitant as to whether this was how far she wanted to go to prove herself. she wasn’t the most sexually experienced either, having only been in two relationships throughout her life, which made her question whether she could really pull this off. in the end, rowena decided to go ahead with the job and took on the identity of a college graduate named tara, a young woman who was desperate to pay off a large sum of debt. once she was hired and the alter ego of felicity was born, her mission truly began and at first, it didn’t seem so bad, but what started off as simply chatting with fans quickly turned into prostituting herself on camera. the following two years were incredibly difficult, but rowena still persevered.

by the time she was about to break down and ask to be pulled out from the job, rowena befriended lucia modesto, a thirty-three year-old woman who was tricked into joining the prism fan network when she was only nineteen and had a fourteen year-old daughter named eleonora, who she raised by her lonesome. heartbroken by her story, rowena became determined to help her and nora escape back to her homeland in brazil. unfortunately, her reckless pursuit for evidence to do this got her caught and lucia was brutally murdered before the police came in and arrested everyone involved. the experience mentally scarred rowena and the guilt over not being able to save her began to eat her alive. nonetheless, she took it upon herself to become nora’s legal guardian and promptly quit her job.

wanting a better life for nora and to start over again, rowena moved the two of them to the willow peak neighborhood in chicago, illinois, where she also got a job as a barback at the willow tap. while the move was very much needed, she is having a difficult time adjusting to such a large city, especially as people began to recognize her, but she does her best to not pay attention to it. as rumors about her spread around the neighborhood, rowena has built walls of stone around her heart and hasn’t confided in anyone about what truly happened during that time, not even her own family. her focus is on giving nora the life her mother never got to have, hoping that will ease the guilt eating at her heart, but when no one is looking, she turns to drinking to ease the pain.

[elliot-mason]

FULL NAME: Elliot Mason

NICKNAME(S): El, E (both probably by close friends/family)

FACECLAIM: Nyle DiMarco

GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis male, he/him

AGE & BIRTHDAY: 33, October 10th, 1992

OCCUPATION: ER Nurse at Windward Medical Center

RESIDENCE: Sycamore Row, Maple Lane Single Family Homes

Family: Parents, Siblings (3, wanted connections), Sawyer Mason (daughter, four months old, born September 2024 )

Sexuality: Pansexual

Languages: American Sign Language, English (written only, doesn't speak)

BIOGRAPHY:

( TW: pregnancy, slight mention of child abandonment & ableism )

Elliot was quite the surprise to his parents, while they were very much trying for a baby, finding out that their son was born profoundly deaf after he was born was quite the shock. And while they could have taken it hard, his parents jumped right into action, enrolling their selves in sign language classes, wanting Elliot to have access to that form of communication right from the start. They also looked into the Deaf Community, wanting him to be proud of who he was, and Elliot has been just that. Being deaf is something that Elliot is so proud of, his language, his culture, and being a part of the community. And because his parents did not hesitate from the start, his main form of communication is American Sign Language. Though he can read lips the smallest bit when needed and uses his phone to write back to people who might not know ASL.

His parents had always instilled a confidence about him, not an ego or being cocky, just that he can do anything that he sets his mind to. That he can do the same as anyone that can hear, that he is just simply down a sense but he had quickly learned to adapt to the world around him. Elliot did great in school, was in honors classes in high school, and played soccer, baseball, and even did track and field. Though when it came to a career for himself, Elliot was a bit stumped at first. But it was his nurturing nature that landed him on wanting to become a nurse. Which the fire was set even more under him when one of his high school counselors told him that might be impossible because he was deaf. So Elliot did what he always did, he set out to prove them wrong. Not only did he make his way through Nursing School but graduated towards the top of his class. It took a while for him to land a job, which he knew might be the case, but it was the ER that took him on no questions asked. That made things accessible for him, some of his co workers even learning ASL as well. And Elliot has been working in the ER as a nurse for years now.

Elliot had thought that was simply his life, working at the hospital, hanging out with friends and family, and simply being a dog dad. All things he was very content with. However, it was a text message four months ago that would turn his life upside down. It was his one night stand telling him that she had a baby, that it was his, and the baby, like him, had been born deaf. Not prepared to have a child and scared of what it might look like for her to raise a deaf baby, she told Elliot to come get his daughter. She signed over full custody to Elliot and now he has been raising Sawyer on his own. While it had been challenging at times, Elliot has stepped into his role as a dad. Knowing that he would do anything in the world for his little girl.

If he's not working or raising Sawyer, Elliot is the type of person who loves to be outside and doing something. A huge fan of working out, running, hiking, anything outdoor related that he can do. He is also a dog dad to two rescues named Lady and Hugo. Elliot is the sort of person that would give a stranger the shirt off his back, no questions asked. Right now, he's still trying to navigate the new world of being a single dad while balancing everything else. And truth be told, he couldn't be happier, truly living out the most amazing life he could possibly have.

[colbyvogel]

FULL NAME — Colby Vogel FACECLAIM — Renee Rapp GENDER & PRONOUNS — cis woman, she/her AGE — 27 BIRTHDAY — May 5, 1997 OCCUPATION — Associate at Soundscape Records/Singer RESIDENCE —Skyline Lofts, The Loft District LENGTH OF TIME IN WILLOW PARK — A week

BIOGRAPHY | STATISTICS

drug addiction tw

Colby grew up in New York City, but has moved around a lot since graduating from NYU. She's insatiably curious about every aspect of life, and has a tendency to jump headfirst into situations without thinking. 

She's an adrenaline junkie (and other, more serious types of junkie) and is essentially an uncontrolled wildfire.

That's who she is at her core, but she is currently trying to change. She's been sober for a year, and is doing her best to get her shit together and focus on her music. 

Her sponsor allowed her to stay in his apartment while he travels, so she has someplace quiet(ish) to focus on her music. The apartment itself is quiet enough, and the neighborhood seems calm and quaint… but the city of Chicago is calling her name.

Wanted Connections:

people she knows from New York

people from NA or AA

people who know her sponsor (i haven't planned him out yet so this is super open!)

people in the music scene

anyone and everyone xo

[shamblesxo]

NAME — Shambles FULL NAME — Harmony Jordan FACECLAIM — Samantha Logan GENDER & PRONOUNS — cis woman, she/her AGE — 27 BIRTHDAY — February 15, 1997 OCCUPATION — Waitress at Cardinal Diner/Bartender at Sharkey's/Aspiring Photographer RESIDENCE — Elmwood Flats, Sycamore Row LENGTH OF TIME IN WILLOW PARK — All her life

BIOGRAPHY | STATISTICS

religious trauma tw

this is harmony, but literally no one calls her that anymore. she goes by shambles, on account of an insanely controversial speech she gave at a charity gala held by her wealthy parents

she was a good little church girl growing up, and really wanted to do the right thing. unfortunately, she had no idea what the right thing was, so she just went along with what her parents said it was

she was pretty indoctrinated into the church and believed it was the right thing to do to get married to the first boy she ever crushed on. they were both 18 and had no idea wtf they were doing

she began sneaking out at night to head to south chicago and discovered that the people there were not actually demons, like her parents had said. they were good people (most of them), and they were free

there was a slow sanding away at her shiny naive purity and nobody noticed it happening until The Speech.

the chicago tribune called the whole event a shambles, and that became her nickname almost immediately. even if your character wasn’t there for it (it was about five years ago now) they’ll still call her that. it’s how she introduces herself

her parents cut her off financially and in every other way, and her husband got the hell out of there too, not wanting his reputation dragged down with hers

she lives in sycamore row and works at both cardinal diner and sharkeys, and wants to be a photographer

she still has hints of the sweet naivety she’s always had, but it’s got a patina of disillusionment on it now

wanted connections:

people who knew her/her family when she was a Good Girl

people who know her ex husband [he’ll be a wc of course]

people who saw The Speech

people who know nothing about who she used to be

friends, enemies, lovers, etc!!!

[impvrities]

STATS:

NAME:  romulus  văduva

NICKNAMES:  romy

BIRTHDAY:  june  3rd

BIRTHPLACE:  bucharest,  romania

HOMETOWN:  olmen,  belgium

PAST  OCCUPATION:  model

CURRENT  OCCUPATION:  wildlife  biologist  &  professor  at  university of chicago 

SEXUALITY:  bisexual

HEIGHT:  5'11"

EYE  COLOR:  blue

HAIR  COLOR:  black

SPOKEN  LANGUAGES:  english,  romanian,  dutch,  &  russian

CURREN RESIDENCE: #D402 crescent manor townhome

TLDR:

 born  unexpectedly  and  seen  as  the  answer  to  a  withering  marriage,  romulus  did  what  he  could  to  piece  his  family  together.  his  father  helped  him  gain  his  current  interest  in  animals  and  wildlife,  cultivating  a  loving  father-son  relationship  between  the  two  that  romulus  held  deeply  onto  once  it  was  revealed  his  mother  had  been  cheating  on  his  father.  cue  the  divorce  and  enter  romulus's  half-brother.  chasing  the  high  of  her  prime  and  seeing  her  beauty  in  her  son,  romulus's  mother  pushed  him  into  the  web  of  child  modeling  where  he  would  walk  designer  runways  and  grace  magazine  covers  until  he  was  eighteen.  once  gaining  autonomy  over  his  own  life,  romulus  put  an  end  to  modeling  and  pursued  an  education  in  wildlife  biology.  inspired  by  his  father,  romulus  went  on  to  gain  his  phd  with  a  specialization  in  wolves.  for  some  time  being  romulus  would  travel  with  fellow  biologists  and  reintroduce  native  wolf  packs  to  the  wilderness  in  an  effort  to  save  the  ecosystem  and  fight  deer  overpopulation.  with  a  job  offer  to  be  a  wildlife biology professor  at university  of chicago with  their  growing  animal  studies  interdisciplinary  field,  romulus  now  finds  himself  finally  settling  in  one  place  for  the  foreseeable  future.  7/10  certainty  that  romulus  will  probably  prefer  the  company  of  his  his work  to  most  people.

FULL BIOGRAPHY

[evigh3t]

CHAPTER ONE     :          STATS .

name :         jasper joseph finch .         nicknames :         jas .         age :         twenty6 .         gender  +  pronouns :         demi  man  +  they / he .         sexuality :         homosexual .         birthday :         7th october 1998.         address :         elmwood flats unit  #6.       

CHAPTER TWO     :         SOUNDTRACK .

01.         rylan — the national .         02.         tiger mountain peasant song — fleet foxes .         03.         isaac — bear's den .         04.         strangers — ethel cain .         05.         not strong enough — boygenius .        

CHAPTER THREE     :         STORY .

𝓲. the  youngest  of  the  finch  brood,  jasper  took  well  to  being  raised  by  his  other  siblings.  with  their  parents  away,  he  was  often  left  in  the  more  -  than  -  capable  care  of  his  three  elders.  a  solitary  creature,  jasper  never  caused  much  of  a  fuss  —  he  was  happy  enough  tucked  away  in  the  little  worlds  he  created,  with  a  good  book  on  his  lap  or  a  pencil  clutched  between  his  fingertips.  sport  didn’t  interest  him,  whether  that  was  participating  himself  or  watching  it  on  television,  a  more  creatively  minded  soul  perfectly  content  with  his  own  company  as  ophelia  and  the  others  entertained  themselves  on  games  consoles  and  chasing  each  other  around  the  garden. 𝓲𝓲. it  wasn’t  noticed  until  their  parents  truly  settled  back  into  the  pushes  and  pulls  of  daily  life  that  perhaps  jasper’s  loner  qualities,  his  introversion  and  his  disdain  towards  certain  meals  that  his  sisters  whipped  up  for  him  meant  he  wasn’t  quite  like  every  other  young  boy.  in  his  early  life  those  long  silences  had  been  filled  with  books  and  games  that  needn’t  any  players.  diagnosed  with  autism  at  fifteen,  jasper  was  finally  able  to  unwind  and  unmask — although  understanding  why  his  brain  behaved  in  the  ways  it  did  was,  at  the  time,  a  seemingly  endless  task.  he  would  have  rather  stayed  and  helped  his  eldest  sibling  bake,  or  nuzzle  up  in  a  blanket  and  create  sprawling  landscapes  in  his  mind :  with  the  support  of  his  siblings  and  his  parents,  though,  he  soon  learned  that  life  didn’t  have  to  be  as  scary  as  it  first  seemed. 𝓲𝓲𝓲. throughout  his  early  teenage  years,  jasper  fantasised  about  getting  away  and  seeing  the  world.  when  his  parents  decided  that  they  were  going  to  up  and  move  the  family  to  willow peak,  he  welcomed  the  change  of  pace  and  scenery,  a  chance  to  start  afresh  in  a  land  anew.  it  was  far  from  what  he  was  used  to  in  manchester ;  everything  was  louder,  concrete,  suspicious,  but  he  took  to  the  new  landscape  nonetheless.  when  his  nineteenth  birthday  crept  into  view,  he  came  to  realize  that  the  new  country  wasn’t  independence  enough,  and  so  jasper  decided  that  he  was  going  to  break  away  from  the  status  quo.  he  found  an  apartment  for  himself,  a  job,  and  assimilated  as  much  as  he  could  into  the  unfamiliar. 𝓲𝒗. jasper  is  gay,  and  although  he  is  timid  in  many  corners  of  his  life  that’s  one  part  of  himself  he  isn’t  prepared  to  silence.  he  is  proud  to  be  who  he  is,  and  will  speak  his  truth  even  if  his  voice  shakes.  more  than  anything,  he  wants  a  love  like  the  ones  he  reads  about  in  storybooks.  something  that’s  pure,  something  that’s  true,  something  that’s  whole  and  all  encompassing.  there’s  no  reason  why  he  can’t  have  his  own  happily  ever  after.  his  favorite  things  in  the  world  are  hot  chocolates  and,  yes,  if  you  make  it  wrong  he  will  tell  you  about  it.  there  needs  to  be  whipped  cream  and  marshmallows  for  it  to  be  acceptable,  otherwise  he  can — and  will — make  a  fuss  about  it.  his  palate  is  rather  slim,  but  that’s  his  non - negotiable.  every  café  in  town  knows  him  by  name  and  hardly  need  to  ask  him  what  his  order  is  before  beginning  to  make  it. 𝒗. since  getting  his  job  at  the  bookstore  six  months  ago  jasper  has  never  missed  a  day,  however  most  slow  shifts  are  spent  reading  behind  the  counter  or  scrawling  ideas  for  his  own  stories  on  the  backs  of  notebook  paper.

CHAPTER FOUR     :         CONNECTIONS .

𝓲. ruairi macarthy — boyfriend . 𝓲𝓲. aurelia torres — roommate . 𝓲𝓲𝓲. simon bloom — boss & friend . 𝓲𝒗. maren finch — twin sibling . 𝒗. wanted — siblings ( two ) .

[amarnoban]

❨－－𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ∖❩

NAME: Amara Kamon Manoban NICKNAME(s): Riri, Amie, Kamie. AGE: Twenty-Nine   BIRTHDAY: January 30th, 1996 BIRTHPLACE: Bangkok, Thailand ETHNICITY: Thai NATIONALITY: Thai   GENDER / PRONOUNS: Female / She, her ORIENTATION: Heterosexual OCCUPATION: Owner of Blue Rhapsody /  Executive Assistant RESIDENCE: Lakeside Terraces LANGUAGES(s) SPOKEN:  Thai, Chinese, French, English and ASL (American Sign Language)

❨－－𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ∖❩

BIRTH PARENTS : Chaeo Manoban ( mother / deceased ), Phakdi Manoban ( father / alive ) BIRTH SIBLING(s): Arak Manoban ( older brother ), Arun Manoban ( twin brother ). EXTENDED FAMILY: Somkhit Manoban ( stepmother ), Taworn Manoban ( uncle / father’s side ), Vimol Manoban ( aunt / mother’s side ). PET(s):

Cleo, the british shorthair cat given to her as a birthday gift.

❨－－𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ∖❩

FACECLAIM: Davika Hoorne HAIR COLOR: Black EYE COLOR: Dark Brown HEIGHT: 5'7'' WEIGHT: 110 lbs BUILD: Slim   TATTOOS: None.   PIERCINGS: Ear piercings ( lobe, upper lobe, helix )

❨－－𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ∖❩

POSITIVE TRAITS: Bright, Calm, Adaptable, Compassionate, Creative, Gentle NEGATIVE TRAITS: Stubborn, Silly, Secretive, Self Conscious, Quiet FEARS: Astraphobia.   HOBBIES: Fashion Design, Calligraphy, Photography, Traveling HABITS: Twirling rings around her fingers, the ability to fall asleep anywhere, chewing the tip of a pen or pencil.

❨－－𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ∖❩

TW: Mention of Death

Out of the three Manoban siblings, Amara had always been the one to break the mold. The only girl in the family, she grew up under the shadow of her father’s expectations and the subtle weight of societal traditions. Her older brother, Arak, and her twin brother, Arun, were her constant companions —more like co-conspirators than siblings— especially since their parents were emotionally distant, always too consumed by work or appearances to spare much affection. Instead, the three of them had grown up with nannies and luxury, attending the best schools in Thailand and later abroad, but lacking the one thing they truly needed: warmth.

Their father, a successful businessman with a legacy to uphold, had instilled in all three of his children the expectation that they would eventually take their place in the family empire. Arak was groomed to lead, Arun to support, and Amara… well, Amara was expected to marry well and find happiness in a life of social grace, children, and obedience. But Amara had other plans. After graduating from a top university in the United States with her brothers, she didn’t return to Thailand immediately. Instead, she invested her savings in stocks, studied the market relentlessly, and launched her own business in Chicago. A bold move, especially for someone her father never truly believed in.

Though the distance sometimes strained their connection, her brothers secretly admired her resolve. Ethan would call late at night asking for her opinion on strategies, and Arun frequently sought her advice about handling clients. Amara didn’t mind staying in the background, even as they took credit for her ideas—it was a small price to pay for proving, if only to herself, that she was just as capable as them.

For Amara, Chicago wasn’t just a new start; it was a statement. She poured her heart into building a business that thrived on innovation and determination, fueled by the lingering need to prove her worth. The whispers about what a woman "should" do or "could" do no longer held power over her. Amara is carving out her own path—and she isn't just succeeding, she is thriving.

❨－－𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 ∖❩

Amara’s world shifted four years ago when her mother passed away, leaving a quiet void in the family. Her father’s remarriage to a woman nearly half his age —a demanding and impulsive individual— only worsened things. The new wife often makes unreasonable requests, treats the family’s wealth like her personal piggy bank, and has a knack for stirring up drama. The siblings try their best to stay civil, but they won’t hesitate to put her in her place when she oversteps. These confrontations often lead to heated arguments, especially since their father, who once ran a tight ship, now seems incapable of saying no to his new wife’s whims. It bothers Amara deeply to see how much their father has changed, especially since he was so much stricter with their mother and them growing up.

Despite her blessed life, Amara remains incredibly grounded. She doesn’t like to flaunt, and most people who meet her wouldn’t immediately guess she comes from money. Her compassion and humility set her apart from others in her circle. She lives in a lovely apartment at Lakeside Terraces (#315) but avoids bringing business into her personal space. Instead, she keeps a room reserved at Magnolia Inn, a cozy and neutral space where she meets clients or new acquaintances until she trusts them enough to invite them into her personal space.

Amara quietly gives back to the world that has given her so much. She’s a dedicated philanthropist, donating anonymously to causes that resonate with her; whether it’s funding education programs, supporting animal shelters, or helping communities affected by natural disasters. While she doesn’t seek recognition, she finds joy in knowing she’s making a difference in people’s lives, even from the background.

Music had always been one of the few things in Amara’s life that felt entirely her own. Her parents had made sure she and her siblings had the best of everything—elite schools, world-class tutors, every opportunity carefully curated not just for their benefit, but for the prestige it brought to the family name. It was never about passion, only about being the best, about standing out in the right circles. And yet, despite the expectations, despite the pressure to perfect every skill for the sake of appearances, music had never felt like an obligation to her. The piano, the violin—those were hers. She loved the quiet solitude of playing when no one was watching, when it wasn’t about proving anything to anyone. Just her, the music, and the way it filled the empty spaces around her. Even dance, something she had long since stepped away from, still held a special place in her heart —a reminder of the rare moments where she was allowed to feel free, even within the carefully controlled world she had been raised in.

Over the years, she has become cautious about who she lets into her life. Having been taken advantage of by people who only saw her as a stepping stone or a wallet, she’s grown wary of others’ intentions. It takes time to earn her trust, but those who do find a loyal and kind friend. Amara values sincerity above all else, preferring to have a small circle of genuine connections rather than being surrounded by superficial relationships.

[li0nh3arted]

↪ not-so-brief introduction. BASICS.

full name: ruairi oisín peter macarthy. nickname(s): ror (based on the pronunciation of his name 'rory'), sunshine. age: twenty-nine. date of birth: 28 december 1994. zodiac sign: capricorn. place of birth: killiney, county dublin, ireland. ethnicity: white. nationality: irish. gender: demiboy ( nonbinary, he/they pronouns ). sexual orientation: pansexual. romantic orientation: panromantic. religion: ruairi was raised catholic and practiced long enough to have first communion and other childhood milestones go by. as an adult he doesn't practice actively but he'll attend mass when his parents visit him or he visits them. education: bachelor’s in mechanical and computer engineering ( trinity college, dublin ), master's in game design ( - university ). occupation: game developer; co-owner & co-founder of starcrest gaming. language(s) spoken: english, irish ( his irish is a little rough as he grew up speaking it but fell off at a certain point. he's trying to brush up and re-learn it as best he can ). accent: ruairi has a fairly thick irish accent though the time he's spent in the united states has softened it the slightest bit. neighborhood: sycamore row, maple lane.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

face claim: callum turner. hair color: dark brown. eye color: blue. height: 6'2". weight: 176 lbs. build: ruairi is fairly lanky as things go but he's recently taken to hitting the gym regularly and has managed, against all odds, to bulk up a bit. tattoos: he has a tattoo of a baby owlbear holding a d20― it's inspired by baldur's gate 3 and on the inside of his right bicep ( here ); he has a tattoo of his favorite character from baldur's gate 3 ( shadowheart ) on the back of his left calf ( here ); he has a legend of zelda themed tattoo on his left forearm ( here ). piercings: he has a helix piercing in his left ear that he got when he was seventeen and hardly remembers enough to think to remove it. he wears a basic silver ring there. distinguishing characteristics: the level of energy he has on any given day, his accent, the fact that he always seems to be in seven places at once in any conversation, his smile.

PERSONALITY.

label: the avid gamer. positive traits: adaptable, charming, clever, compassionate, empathetic, flirtatious, independent, methodical, passionate, persuasive, resourceful. negative traits: anxious, impatient, impulsive, mischievous, needy, obsessive, perfectionist, reckless sarcastic, self-deprecating, self-sabotaging, shy, stubborn. goals/desires: to continue to make games he can be proud of, to be a good father to his son, to fall in love again. fears: autophobia ( fear of being alone ). hobbies: playing video games, streaming on twitch, writing in his spare time, cooking, baking, building computers, learning new things, finding new games to play, playing dungeons & dragons with his friends, reading, spending time with his son, playing with his dog, programming, spending time with his friends, listening to music, playing guitar. he notoriously will try anything at least once and he's prone to doing some chaotic things if they look fun or interesting. quirks: he very nearly always talks with her hands to some extent when he’s speaking, he gets obscenely excited over animals of just about any sort, he always seems to have some kind of sweet on his person, he tends to look like he needs to sleep for the next three days even when he's full of energy. he always seems to have coffee or an energy drink with him ( his mother is very concerned for his kidneys ). likes: disney movies, cute people, flirting with said cute people, spending time with his friends and family, taking naps with his son and his dog, strong coffee, food of any kind, trying new things if his friends will try them with him, watching documentaries, watching foreign TV shows, watching anime, fantasy novels, queer romance novels, jigsaw puzzles, crafts of any sort ( knitting, especially ), video games of all sorts, finding new rpg style games to play, streaming, baking, going out with his friends, milkshakes ( he developed a love for them once he moved to the states ). dislikes: being bad at things on the first try, people who don’t listen, anyone who has something negative to say about his being a single parent, black licorice, the amount he throws himself into work sometimes, people who are unnecessarily rude, most hard liquor that isn't whiskey ( he'll legitimately fight someone if they make a joke about it, though ).

FAMILY.

father: ciarán macarthy. mother: maebh macarthy. sibling(s): eoghan macarthy ( older brother ), lorcan macarthy ( older brother ), conor macarthy ( younger brother ). pet(s): a three year old belgian malinois named jaina ( after his favorite world of warcraft character ). financial status: upper middle class.

BIOGRAPHY.

Born in Dublin, Ireland - the third of what would eventually total four Macarthy sons - Ruairi ( 'Rory' he'd stressed time and again throughout school, eager to help anyone who cared to listen understand how to make at least a passing effort at not butchering his name ) - was a rambunctious and energetic boy seemingly from the moment he knew enough about anything to get into trouble. And, as luck would have it, he had a particular knack for getting into trouble that was only matched by his apparent gift in talking himself right out of it. He was genuinely sweet when he interacted with most people and between his good manners and even better grades, well, it was difficult for his parents to find a reason to discipline him too severely for his boyish shenanigans.

Being nearly the youngest of his brothers certainly never seemed to help matters - though he wasn't lacking in attention by any means, Ruairi seemed determined to get that much more in any and every way he possibly could - whether that involved placing first in a science fair in primary school with a robot he'd built from scratch or getting in trouble for getting into fights with local boys for picking on his siblings mattered little in his eyes. Attention was attention. His parents disciplined him as best they could and hoped that he'd grow out of that particular habit as he got older and, much to their relief, he seemed to the moment he was ready to attend University. They hadn't quite expected him to follow so closely upon the heels of his brother Lorcan who'd enrolled at Trinity College two years before Ruairi himself darkened its doors.

University was a delight for someone as insatiably curious as Ruairi had always been and he delighted in every experience he could take in - his courses, making new friends, enjoying everything that being away from home had to offer. He had some measure of supervision if he decided he wanted to spend any significant time with his brother but thankfully, in his mind, the elder Macarthy wasn't one to ride him too hard about what he was getting up to. When his brother graduated and Ruairi found himself left up to his own devices more often than not he began to spend time with an exchange student who would eventually become his girlfriend - Margaret Rourke. She was American, in the same engineering courses as Ruairi and he was head over heels for her just as soon as they met.

It was a whirlwind romance in every imaginable way and Ruairi was determined to enjoy every possible second of it. Though, he thought, perhaps his enjoyment went too far afield when Maggie told him she was pregnant a few weeks after they'd celebrated their first anniversary together. Ruairi was equal parts terrified and determined to be a proper father for his child and stepped up in the way he did just about everything else - with laser focus and the utmost effort. The prospect of fatherhood seemed to settle him down even more and shortly before they graduated from University, Maggie gave birth to their son Fionn. Another year passed that involved raising Fionn with Maggie, nurturing their relationship and debating the merits of enrolling in graduate school - something Ruairi finally committed to when he agreed to move back to the United States with Maggie - to be nearer to her family in her hometown of Chicago, Illinois.

Living in the US was something of a novelty for Ruairi for at least two or three months but he was perfectly happy to balance raising their son, attending school, and working on developing an indie RPG video game with his best friend in his graduate program while he did so. Everything felt rather perfect and he made the quiet decision to buy Maggie an engagement ring as their second anniversary approached. As most things seemed to do when they felt all but perfect - they shattered in a fraction of a second when Maggie walked out on him and their son one night - explaining little more than the fact that she wasn't certain she wanted a family after all. Ruairi was heartbroken, to say the least, and tried his best to pick up the pieces and carry on as he always had. He couldn't very well fall apart when he had a child to look after and, much to his surprise, his ex-girlfriend's family still seemed more than happy to support him. When he finished his graduate program as class valedictorian he made sure to thank them first and foremost alongside his own family and his son.

Now, with school behind him and the pet project game he'd worked on during school having grown into something of a phenomenon - Ruairi was doing his best to give his son a good life above all else. Though still only in single digits - Fionn was just as wildly curious as his father though, thankfully, with none of Ruairi's penchant for trouble. There was nothing in the world Ruairi wouldn't give his son and he made sure to remind him at every opportunity. His life wasn't exactly where he'd expected it to be when it had fallen apart as Maggie left but he was relieved that he'd managed to land on his feet above all else and continued to put one foot in front of the other with his gaze forever towards the future.