#ehq.intro

[mouthsfeel]

i want the world overturned like a bowl of eggs, smashed at my feet.

ÁNGEL VIEIRO. TWENTY-NINE. HE & HIM. BARTENDER & LEAST FAVORITE SHIFT PARTNER, INFIERNO.

tldr; man leaves a trail of chewed up plastic straws and people in his wake.

 i   heard   from   a   friend   of   a   friend   that   they’re   charismatic, approachable   &   unpredictable, secretive.   it’s   no   wonder   they’ve   made   it   this   far   in   the   city,   they’ve   been   here   for   twenty years.   now   that   i   get   a   good   look   at   them   they   kinda’   remind   me   of   reptilia   by   the strokes.

01. he wasn't always handsome. first he was cute, then pretty, then, god — beautiful. there are worse things to be than a beautiful man, even one who knows it. but what's less survivable than a man who wields it? angel lives with his knife turned outward, grip practiced; thumb on the spine, forefinger steadying on the blade's flat. it's easy from this position to render skin clean from flesh. what's worse than his face is the shapes he makes with it: angel's charming. he smiles easily, readily, open-toothed. he looks you in the eye when you talk, chin nestled over a closed fist. he keeps the hook-gaze while he works, while he tastes the drink he's going to push your way in just a second. he hangs on the serrated edge of your pleasure, cracks open when your mouth shapes around that very first — oh, it's good!

02. it's a sort of sink drain conundrum: he was always going to end up this way, sluicing down the sides, excess scraped and squeezed out for good measure. all to say — yes, angel has always been a little bit like this, charming enough to glide through the u-bend and just self-possessed enough to try in the first place. it's the right side of the wrong ingredients and just enough experimenting to find the perfect sweet-bitter edge. broken curfews and sticky-fingered smiles. dimples. change counted carefully at the bodega register, talking nonsense all the way through. a new yorker's sense for the good trouble and the bad. tipping 30%, always, even when it means no new groceries.

03. the worst part, honestly, the real rotten egg yolk in a perfect frothy white, is that most of the time it's all genuine. it's not even set dressing, because at the end of the day anyone standing behind a bar or over a hot stove knows the knife is just a tool. the smile is real. the love, sometimes, is real too. angel gets it from his father. he used to sit in his lap in the early, early hours, sky streaked hazy and his father still stinking of kitchen and beer, and trace those deep grooves of life on his face. his father would trace them back on angel before he stumbled off to bed. cesar's work gave him crow's feet and breakfast sandwiches. angel's just gave him fucking tinnitus.

04. infierno — it's a dream, man, really. no seriously, yeah, i couldn't imagine a better — yeah, yeah, yeah. it's something like the truth, when angel's squatting on the alley curb smoking his cigarette so fast it's making his head spin because he really can't be taking another break, but fuck if he's doing another ten espresso martinis without one, and a likes-to-think-he's-one-of-the-guys patron stumbles over and asks to bum an authentically back pocket crushed smoke. and it's not untrue, but it's also a job, with good days and worse ones. is it a dream job? fuck no. but yeah, sure man, he'll party after. he gets off at 4.

WANTED PLOTS

at infierno

french 75. a flirtationship for the ages. there's a low hum of chemistry beneath every interaction, and while angel isn't one to shy away from, ahem, fucking his coworkers, this one is keeping him on his toes more than he's used to.

negroni. truly the staff ride or die. their implicit trust in each other was forged through infierno's growing pains and now they're practically telepathic in each other's orbit. despite the intimacy, it's somehow little more than controlled chaos when they're both on the ticket.

sea salt martini. these are professionals, paramount in their roles. they'll play nice for the guests and no one will see the knives out under the bar. everything between them is an opportunity for competition and sabotage.

manhattan. got off on the wrong foot, and honestly, angel isn't that bothered to try and right it. it was probably his fault in the first place, but now they've gone and pissed him off so he's not going to do anything about it but dig his heels in some more.

old fashioned. someone who dislikes everything about angel and with perfectly good reason. he relies too much on his charm; he's underhanded and dismissive of workplace ethics and often decorum. but they're also the only one he'll listen to when they finally tug the leash.

at echelon

whiskey sour. fellow bartenders, for better or worse. they push each other, they antagonize each other, they rib and they joke and they share trade secrets so long as you don't tell the gm. seriously, keep your mouth fucking closed. okay but who's your supplier?

spicy margarita. potential poacher? poachee? it's all a little bit of a joke, like everything to angel before he's forced to take things seriously, and it's hard to tell where the line's drawn. is he really being asked to leave infierno? would he, for them?

dark 'n' stormy. worst person alive, mutual. they cannot stand even the sight of each other and won't tell anyone else why except to get them the fuck away. whether unexpected or not, the shared close quarters of echelon and infierno is going to be unpleasant for everyone involved.

lemon drop. hooked elbows on the way to the only bar still open after theirs. beyond anything else, they have each other to split tabs and 6-packs and cigarettes, whatever the night (or, usually, morning) calls for. angel's slept on their floor more times than he'd like to admit.

with guests

sazerac. a reviewer that angel's royally fucked it for before. he'll play as cool as usual, all easy smiles and warm charisma, elbows on the oiled bartop. but let's be real: he's sweating fucking bullets every time they show face.

vodka soda. the regulars of all shapes and sizes. there are ones angel doesn't care for but will pretend otherwise, ones he'll bend over backwards for, and definitely definitely one's he's gone home with when his electric bill wasn't paid.

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[rum-punches]

— WE CAN DRIVE IT HOME WITH ONE HEADLIGHT.

(   manny jacinto.   thirty-five.   cis male.   he/him   )      benicio “ben” cristóbal muñoz   has   been   spotted   around   the   neighborhood,   i   think   they’re   a   bartender   at   echelon.   i   heard   from   a   friend   of   a   friend   that   they’re   gumptious, forthright   &   cold, non-committal.   it’s   no   wonder   they’ve   made   it   this   far   in   the   city,   they’ve   been   here   for   their whole life.   now   that   i   get   a   good   look   at   them   they   kinda’   remind   me   of   1979   by   smashing pumpkins.      (   guppy.   twenty-two.   she/her.   mst.   )

— BASIC STATS

name: benicio "ben" cristóbal muñoz

age: 35 (b. january 5th, 1962)

location: new york city, new york, u.s.a.

traits: enigmatic, gumptious, forthright, non-committal, cold, stoic

— BACKSTORY

ben is a long islander. his parents were immigrants from manila in the 1950s, they settled down in massapequa and had him in 1962. he is an only child which heavily factors into the way that he acts (inability to share, highly competitive, expects respect). he also grew up as a catholic, and went through the whole process of first communion, confirmation, and being an altar boy through high school. he refuses to really talk about his upbringing because it is not the cool, mysterious backstory that he wishes he could present to the world.

as soon as he was a legal adult, he wanted a fresh start. it was '80s, the drinking age in new york was still eighteen, and he was sick of the cookie-cutter suburbs, and wanted to do something bigger and better with his life. he moved to a shitty little apartment above a pizza joint (you won't regret a slice from pasquino's at three in the morning), and started barbacking at infierno. it was his first "real" job after having summer gigs through high school slinging an ice cream scoop.

within the first two years at infierno, he worked his way up from barback to bartender, quickly picking up skills wherever he had a shot at upward mobility. he continued on that path for the next FIFTEEN years! ben became the head bartender for infierno, and was a kind face to some regulars, to others he was a hard-ass with a penchant for giving newbies a hard time.

ben stayed in his shitty little apartment putting away the money he made over the years towards some big, secret project. to this day, his friends make a game of guessing what the hell he's working on, and he just shakes his head with a sigh and a smug little smirk (is it a boat? a pilot's license? a house in los angeles? stay tuned!). a stray cat eventually became his, and he became hers. named meatball for her tortoise brown coloring, and what he fed her from pasquino's spot downstairs.

with the opening of echelon, ben, depending on who you speak to, was either poached by or defected to the new restaurant from infierno. this was a bittersweet move, out of his position of head bartender but for a better paycheck and the prestige of a new culinary hot-spot.

all you need to know is that happy hour ended at 7pm, and yes it costs extra for a double even when you bat those long, luscious eyelashes at him.

did i base a character off of a single instagram reel? yes, yes i did.

— PLOTTING CONCEPTS

i often prefer chemistry just through writing together, but here are some ideas to get started:

former infierno coworkers who are pissed at him jumping ship.

regulars following him from infierno to echelon.

meatball caretaker for when he goes out of town.

[j1ho]

(   park  bogum.   twenty  eight.   non  binary.   he+they   )      LEE  JI  HO   has   been   spotted   around   the   neighborhood,   i   think   they’re   a   waiter   at   infierno.   i   heard   from   a   friend   of   a   friend   that   they’re   cordial, diligent &  sharp-tonged, stubborn.   it’s   no   wonder   they’ve   made   it   this   far   in   the   city,   they’ve   been   here   for   all of their life!   now   that   i   get   a   good   look   at   them   they   kinda’   remind   me   of   talk   by   beabadoobee.

≡  BASICS .

full  name  :  lee  ji  -  ho  ,  이지호

nicknames  :  jj  

gender  &  pronouns  :  non  binary  &  he+they

sexuality  :  bisexual

age  :  twenty₈

nationality  :  korean  -  american

ethnicity  :  korean

current  location  :  manhattan  ,  new  york

living  conditions  :  typical  to  any  eligible  bachelor  in  new  york,  jj  lives  in  a  disheveled  studio  apartment  with  just  about  anything  spread  across  any  surface.  delayed  bills,  old  recipes,  vintage  trading  cards,  and  crumpled  newspapers.  his  plants  are  overdue  for  a  watering  and  the  fridge  is  stacked  with  leftovers.  the  only  organized  area  in  their  apartment  is  their  room,  with  everything  in  its  designated  place  ---  clothes  hung  categorically,  by  their  designated  occasions.  aside  from  being  dedicated  to  his  work  &  never  having  time  to  sort  the  place,  his  cat  doesn’t  make  things  any  easier  by  wandering  around  the  place  while  they're  at  work  !  

≡  BACKGROUND .

current  occupation  :  taught  chess  to  kids  when  18-22,  currently  a  waiter!

dream  occupation  :  as  a  child  he  has  always  enjoyed  making  his  own  meals  and  would  often  dream  about  owning  their  own  restaurant,  a  dream  that  carries  on  inside  him.  his  love  language  is  making  people  food  <3 

past  occupations  :  has  worked  as  a  bartender,  a  busboy,  and  much  more. 

social  class  :  working  class  

in  debt?  :  no...

educational  achievements  :  graduated  with  a  phd  in  mathematics  &  accepted  into  law  school,  but  shortly  dropped  out.  

family  :  father  (  alive,  lee  kiyoung  ),  mother  (  deceased,  jung  nabi  ),  &  older  brother.

pets  :  a  brown  tabby  cat  named  mimi,  but  he  does  take  care  of  a  lot  of  strays.    

prized  possession  :  a  family  portrait  of  when  he  and  his  brother  were  younger,  a  jade  bead  bracelet  his  mother  used  to  wear,  recipes  his  mother  used  to  make,  &  a  box  of  unused  herbs  his  grandmother  has  gifted  him.

≡  PHYSICAL .

height  :  1.82  m

eye  color  :  dark  brown

hair  color  :  dark  brown  nearing  black

physical  strength  :  surprisingly  above  average

speed  :  a  little  above  average  thanks  to  having  to  walk  everywhere 

intelligence  :  above  average

agility  :  average

stamina  :  average

ailments  :  asthma,  imposter's  syndrome.

distinguishing  marks  :  has  lots  of  scars  from  childhood  and  cooking  accidents,  wears  contacts,  usually  misses  a  wrinkle  or  two  when  ironing  his  clothes,  constantly  wearing  his  mother’s  bracelet.

character  inspirations  :  lee  harker  (  longlegs  ),  baek  yijin  (  25  21  ),  choi  han  kyul  (  coffee  prince  ),  kid  (  monkeyman  ).

≡  PSYCHOLOGY .

MBTI  :  infj

enneagram  :  type  iv

≡  STORY .

triggers  :  parental  death,  implied  abuse.  

you were quite the handful growing up, always climbing up those trees your mother would beg you to avoid. always getting stuck and requiring your older brother to come get you or worse … the same old group of firefighters who gave you that scolding look. in school, you make friends quite easily and whether it was because you were such a social butterfly or the intimidation behind your surname, you weren’t too sure. as a child though, you never understood the gravity of things like that. money and name, that all seemed so trivial.

the more you grew, the more you took after your mother. your eyes, the pout of your mouth, and your insatiable love for cooking. your most cherished memories are in the kitchen, with your mom, face powdered with flour. imagining as though you see inside a michelin starred restaurant, hurrying to produce the most lavish meals. sneaking chocolate chips into your mouth when your mom wasn’t looking. feeding biscuits to the dog when your father wasn’t around. and thankfully, during your formative years, he was never around.

one of the last things you remember your mother telling you, nearly pleading, was to follow your heart. [ she’d grown sicker and sicker over the years, a well-kept family secret, up until the end. she dies shortly after your high school graduation. ] you’ve grown older and you understand things like money and the weight your name holds. you don’t want to be a disappointment, an embarrassment. always the creative, doe-eyed child, part of you had wanted to follow in your brother’s footsteps. so cool and collected, very business chic—practically manufactured for the corporate world. [ another part of you, still so wary and fearsome, wants to make your father proud. just once, you want to make him crack a smile. ] so, instead of using your mathematical expertise to measure flour and herbs, you use it for something more … practical, as your father had called it. it was between that or law and you didn’t have the icy quality for that world.

though you have time & time again expressed your intellect through academics, you feel as though something just isn’t breaking through to you. mathematics, theory, and science all come so easy. it’s too rigid and limiting, you realize. a part of you, a very integral part of you, is being locked away. there aren’t risks in this world to be taken, everything is very cleanly cut and sharply outlined. obtain that certificate, congratulations, and now, spend the rest of your days by a cold desk, tie hanging around your neck, and own that miserable, office job. no, that isn’t the kind of world you want to live in.

there is no worse dread that fills you knowing how easily someone ( such a figure in your life ) will toss you aside. how easily your own blood will discard you. your father immediately cuts you off at the mention of culinary school—at the idea of dropping out of law school [ which you had only gone to for him, you had been living your whole life to be like them! to live up to that oh-so glorious LEE name ]. the door hits you on the way out, straight whack! into your forehead. living in new york, with four roommates, and routinely chowing down on takeout is a stark contrast to the very comfortable, expensive life you’d been used to. but, you remember what your mother had said and how life is just too short to have your dreams stay as just dreams. if anything, you live because of her.

thankfully, your amiability and socialization do you some good in adulthood. you hear, from a friend of a friend’s friend, about this little, very 'low key' [ or so they had said ] nightclub which seems to be all the hubbub for the nepotistic, snobby socialites you once pranced around with. it’s absolutely perfect in all its glory. in a way, it’s as though you’re getting your revenge ; after rounds of interviews & some serious consideration, you’ve landed yourself a job at the joint.

≡  HEADCANONS .

been there about six ( coming onto seven ) years, still no promotion ! and has seen so many people come and go … both employees and clients alike.

think of that one employee who everyone knows. like everyone, even the person you think has to have been there the longest knows them. they’ve seen some shit, they know all the tips and tricks. they’re tired. they’re a veteran, why are they getting in a yelling match with the sous chef ?

if you’ve seen kitchen nightmares, you know those servers/waiters who are basically the backbone and the glue keeping everyone together from losing their shit? i am going to tell you right now he’s that person. god forbid if gordon ramsay ever comes to infierno jiho airing their shit out without a doubt.

despite being tired af after a long night’s shift, when he goes home, there’s nothing more thrilling than trying out a new recipe or some kind of food someone may have even mentioned to him.

if ur on a smoke break with him he’s either that coworker who doesn’t want to fw anyone or asks you the most out of pocket question like “if you had a daughter would you let them date x? yea that’s what i thought”

actually very kind and caring of people he works with even if he’s getting head to head with someone. they’ll probably settle it over drinks after work or go back to normal in two minutes.

that one fucker who don’t play about spade !!!

huge mamas boy with crazy daddy issues ( hello .. zuko here ) and crazy hopeless romantic ):

[tyrowan]

( ella purnell. twenty six. cis woman. she / her ) tyler rowan has been spotted around the neighborhood, i think they’re a server at echelon. i heard from a friend of a friend that they’re vibrant, alluring & cynical, and self - destructive. it’s no wonder they’ve made it this far in the city, they’ve been here for 6 months. now that i get a good look at them they kinda’ remind me of come as you are by nirvana. ( jess. 26. she / they. cst. )

TYLER ROWAN, new to the city with wild, sparkling eyes , determination, big dreams and a high - ego ready to be crushed

𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑺 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚: tyler rowan 𝙖𝙜𝙚: twenty six 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 + 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨: cis woman, she & her 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮: bisexual 𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙪𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: server pinterest board

things weren't picture perfect growing up, but it seemed pretty damn close from the outside. tyler rowan grew up on the outskirts of a small town in kansas. her father was the professor at the local university, and her mother was a nurse at the hospital. tyler’s the youngest of five siblings, and by age 10, all of her siblings had grown up and moved out. what was left was pretty sad, in comparison to a loud, love - filled home , despite her mom & dad working long, and strange hours . but , of course , after they all left her alone with them , it was weird and empty and sad & strange . fights about money when her father lost his job over budget cuts & things out of his control & her mother falling out of love, and they stopped being the perfect family. they got divorced , and tyler lived with her mother in chicago shortly after – it’s where her mother grew up & tyler had to adjust quickly – which was becoming quite easy at this point , things changed so drastically , and so did tyler – changing herself as drastically as her surroundings changed.

moving to new york city at twenty - six , before living briefly in los angeles a few months prior, then -- chicago for about sixteen years . . . she's lived a few different lives that she loves to bring up after a joint or a drink , that she was a background actor on some new blockbuster movie when she lived in hollywood , that she hooked up with a famous actress & she won't tell you who it was . during her days in chicago --- she went to college and worked at a restaurant to cover the cost of rent and school . her degree was constantly changing , finally deciding on nursing , then dropping out immediately. moving to new york city , with hopes to maybe : get famous & cast in a tv show , but working as a server as her day / night job .

[bcmb1no]

ᴍᴀᴍʙᴏ ɪᴛᴀʟɪᴀɴᴏ !

( dominic sessa. twenty-three. cis-male. him/his ) luca bennett has been spotted around the neighborhood, i think they’re a line cook at echelon. i heard from a friend of a friend that they’re (+) good-natured, (+) hard-working & (-) timid, (-) gullible . it’s no wonder they’ve made it this far in the city, they’ve been here for seven years. now that i get a good look at them they kinda’ remind me of all these things that i’ve done by the killers. ( heidi. twenty-five. she/her. est. )

This story starts, as all good ones do, with a loving mother. A young woman born in the south of Italy who grew up on a citrus farm moved to London in the early 90s for university and to live somewhere with more night life than a sleepy seaside town. At a small Italian restaurant that reminded her of home, she met a tall, dumb, loud american…and fell in love. They were married a year later in a small ceremony on her parents farm and moved in together back in London promptly afterwards. The journey across the atlantic took a little more convincing on his part but after she had graduated they had moved in with his parents in the suburbs of san francisco.

Luca entered the picture two years later. Though having the in laws around during the pregnancy was swell, her husband’s job had them moving to the opposite end of the country. Her only conciliation was she wanted a garden so it felt a little more like home. Luca was thus, raised in a quaint little cottage in upstate New York. He could frequently be found in a bassinet rocking gently in the kitchen as his mother wizzed around. Food was always made with love, and love could always be found in the kitchen. Luca had decided at a very young age that he wanted to cook and share that food with people before he even knew there was a title for such a thing.

The older he got, the more often he could be found canning jars of tomato sauce or making homemade tortellini than smoking weed under school bleachers (though he occasionally did that too). At eighteen, he moved to New York for culinary school to accredit his passion and hopefully work in a “real” restaurant. Over the course of four years he learned the rote parts of the culinary universe yet retained an unwavering excitement for cooking and finding new flavour combinations. Through connections at the culinary school he managed to secure a line cook role at echelon. Bright eyed and bushy tailed he’s been sharpening his chefs knives and starching his chefs whites in preparation for working at a cool restaurant rather than a stuffy uptight place.

[imb3rs]

(   hande  erçel.   thirty1.   demi   woman.   she/they   )      MELINA   SEREN   has   been   spotted   around   the   neighborhood   ,   i   think   they’re   a   pastry  chef   at   echelon.   i   heard   from   a   friend   of   a   friend   that   they’re   adroit   +   debonair   &   reticent   +   phlegmatic.   it’s   no   wonder   they’ve   made   it   this   far   in   the   city   ,   they’ve   been   here   for   five   years.   now   that   i   get   a   good   look   at   them   they   kinda’   remind   me   of   hot   to   go!   by   chappell   roan.   

[  ✰  ]  WANTED  &  ESTABLISHED  CONNECTIONS (  WIP  ).

penned  by  HECATE  (  she/her  ,  21+  ,  pst  )

001.     ↻     BASICS  .

[  ✰  ]  full  name:  melina  seren 

[  ✰  ]  nickname(s):  lina,  mel

[  ✰  ]  age:  31

[  ✰  ]  date  of  birth:  07/27

[  ✰  ]  place  of  birth:  new  york  city,  ny,  usa

[  ✰  ]  ethnicity:  turkish

[  ✰  ]  nationality:  american

[  ✰  ]  gender:  demi  woman

[  ✰  ]  pronouns:  she/her,  they/them

[  ✰  ]  orientation:  bisexual  /  biromantic

[  ✰  ]  language(s)  spoken:  english,  turkish,  french,  latin

[  ✰  ]  mbti:  ENFJ

[  ✰  ]  element:  water

[  ✰  ]  zodiac:  leo

[  ✰  ]  character  inspiration:  zoya  nazyalensky  (  shadow  and  bone  ),  sydney  adamu  (  the  bear  ),  allison  argent  (  teen  wolf  ),  padmé  amidala  (  star  wars  ),  katrina  bennett  (  suits  )

002.     ↻     BACKGROUND  .

NOTE:  this  is  a  quick  summary  /  tldr  of  melina's  background  .  for  a  more  detailed  bio  ,  please  CLICK  HERE  !

born  to  a  lively  ,  loving  ,  and  influential  family  in  new  york  city  and  experienced  a  rather  unique  upbringing  with  three  supportive  parents  and  the  luxuries  of  old  money  .  despite  the  seren  family’s  free-spirited  reputation  within  the  upper  echelons  of  society  ,  melina  proved  to  be  a  hardworking  and  ambitious  student  ,  attending  one  of  the  city’s  most  elite  private  schools  and  eventually  yale  university  where  she  earned  a  degree  in  chemistry  .  after  graduating  early  ,  they  travel  the  world  and  discovered  their  passion  for  culinary  arts  .  this  newfound  love  led  to  what  could  be  perceived  as  an  impulsive  decision  to  enroll  in  culinary  school  where  they  soon  excelled  and  graduated  with  a  grand  diplôme  .  and  following  several  apprenticeships  under  renowned  pastry  chefs  ,  melina  returns  to  new  york  and  quickly  rises  to  prominence  within  the  culinary  scene  .  their  skill  and  ambition  has  now  landed  them  a  coveted  spot  as  a  pastry  chef  at  echelon  .

003.     ↻     HEADCANONS  .

NOTE:  this  is  a  work  in  progress  so  more  will  be  added  at  a  later  time  !

has  a  ragdoll  cat  named  milo

hobbies  include  kickboxing  ,  painting ��,  exploring  new  restaurants  in  the  city  for  “  research  purposes  ”

classically  trained  in  dance  since  she  was  a  child  ,  but  mostly  in  ballet

while  extroverted  ,  they’re  more  of  an  ambivert  .  doesn’t  mind  staying  in  but  also  doesn’t  mind  going  out  to  have  a  good  time  .  it  really  depends  on  their  mood

known  to  host  dinner  parties  for  friends  and  family  where  she’d  curate  the  menu  and  along  with  a  couple  friends  in  the  culinary  world  ,  prepped  and  served  her  guests

[mtroplis]

(   jasmine tookes.   thirty - four.   cis woman.   she/her   )      maelys porter   has   been   spotted   around   the   neighborhood,   i   think   they’re   a   head bartender   at   infierno.   i   heard   from   a   friend   of   a   friend   that   they’re   ambitious, ebullient   &   high-strung, selfish.   it’s   no   wonder   they’ve   made   it   this   far   in   the   city,   they’ve   been   here   for   fourteen years.   now   that   i   get   a   good   look   at   them   they   kinda’   remind   me   of   i am not a robot   by   marina.    

basics.

full name. maelys jean porter.

birthdate. may 23rd.

birthplace. wichita, kansas.

zodiac. gemini sun, aquarius moon, virgo rising.

orientation. heterosexual.

references. annie edison (community), blair waldorf (gossip girl), charlotte york (sex and the city), tom wambsgans (succession), elena richardson (little fires everywhere). uptown girl - billy joel.

history.

tw mentions of postpartum, drug addiction

adopted into a #very #white family when she was only a couple years old. maelys (pronounced my-lease) grew up a pageant queen in wichita, kansas! an overall kind of it girl too, mathletes & debate club, whole nine yards- mainly her mother's doing. it stretched her out pretty thin.

as a teenager, maelys found herself indulging in boys as a form of respite. well, BOY, singular- he was called sean. she was fully convinced they'd run off together to live happily ever after the moment she turned 18 and her mother had no say in the matter but that dream came crashing down fast when she got pregnant and he suddenly grew apprehensive. much to the chagrin of her mom, maelys went through with the pregnancy instead and gave the baby up for adoption in the end.

17 saw maelys leaving wichita for good. not for college, but for the simple fact that being there just made her too sad. she hopped around city to city, slumming it in motels. in hindsight, maelys would probably recall this as the worst year of her life. her postpartum took a massive toll on her, and she dealt with that by falling into not so good behaviors and addictions, namely cocaine & whatever she could do to get her hands on it.

when her money eventually ran out, it just so happened that she was in new york. and so, at the age of 20, she stayed. her first job back in wichita was at a wine bar owned by a family friend, so she sought out the same in new york. once she was good and settled (and most importantly, employed), she decided to go back to college. she eventually got a business degree in hopes of committing herself to a boring, stable office job with her own little cubicle to boot but she got about three years into her career before realizing it was bartending that she really loved.

so, she quit her day job. got back into it, not at infierno first but eventually she landed a bartending gig there at 28. been at it for six years too.

personality.

most people know maelys porter as a very vivacious and charming southern belle who'll just talk your ear off if you let her. she's always got this sunny, go-getter girl type disposition about her that gives off the impression that she's unbreakable (she's got her years in pageantry to thank for that) but, in reality, she is always flirting with a nervous breakdown. she's optimistic because she needs to be, because it needs to work out the way it does in her head.

she is endlessly ambitious, always looking for the newest way she can 'move up'. very organized and incredibly meticulous. she could truly gorge herself on high praise and accomplishments and accolades and it still wouldn't be enough. she's willing to do anything if it means winning, and she'll do it with a smile on her face (and yes, this includes stabbing even her closest friends in the back). once in a while, parts of her haughtiness will break through but she's worked carefully to make sure it's only visible up close.

[echelonmaitre-d]

HELENA WILSON – 57, maitre d' at echelon

dossier (below) | biography | wanted connections

/ — ☕ : STATISTICS full name: helena marie wilson dob: November 13th 1939 gender: cis woman. pronouns: she / her. orientation: not particularly keen on labels, accepts all comers height: 5'9" drug / alcohol / tobacco: sure, though she pretends not to / yes, prefers dark wines and fizzy, silly cocktails / no. languages: english, some french favorite color: azure blue. love language: words of affirmation faceclaim: kristin scott thomas. birthstones: topaz, citrine. character inspiration: Mrs. Wilson (Gosford Park), Flora Post (Cold Comfort Farm), Linda Radlett (The Pursuit of Love)

aesthetics: metallic nails with different designs every week glinting under the low house lights / the feeling of your heartbeat vacillating in speed from hour to hour, adrenaline coursing through your veins / the kind of low, even voice you use with toddlers, waiting to see whether a swearing millionaire will shrink under your gaze in slight fear / whispers and bodies crowded together, problem-solving, sharing news, or coming up with a new shared scheme

[patrickroussel]

(  francois arnaud.   thirty eight.   cis man.   he/him )      patrick roussel has   been   spotted   around   the   neighborhood,   i   think   they’re   a   general manager at   infierno.   i   heard   from   a   friend   of   a   friend   that   they’re   charismatic and pragmatic &   tactless and fickle.   it’s   no   wonder   they’ve   made   it   this   far   in   the   city,   they’ve   been   here   for   18 years   now   that   i   get   a   good   look   at   them   they   kinda’   remind   me   of   competition smile  by  gin blossoms.

name: patrick roussel

age: 38

occupation: general manager of infierno

birthday: november 27th

sexuality: bisexual

zodiac sign: sagittarius ☉ | gemini ☽ | aquarius➶  

enneagram: 4w3

mbti: entj (the commander)

playlist | pintrest | about page

bio (content warning: abandonment, depression, alcohol/drug use)

Born in Quinnesec, MI - the second of three children of a librarian and a construction worker

His father struggled keeping jobs, though and frequently had the family on the move to find work elsewhere. At first it started as moves around Illinois, but eventually the family uprooted and moved to Texas

The family stayed in motels more often than not when Patrick was young, and living out of suitcases

They finally settled in Frisco, TX when Patrick was 14, which was the first time since they'd been on the road over the last 5 years that anything resembling school suddenly meant something to his parents. However, Patrick was a harder sell to turn studious, and didn't put much effort into it.

Patrick was a handful for teachers when he did show up to classes, and often in the principal's office or detention for acting out regularly.

When Patrick was 16, his father had left the house after a fight between him and Patrick's mother, and never returned. After that, Patrick and his siblings only heard from him in the forms of letters sent in a vague window around birthdays. Rarely their own actual birthday.

Patrick got a job at a diner, and helped take care of bills for his family, but also stashing away some money for himself when he could, a plan to move out of Texas always on his mind.

New York came when his girlfriend at the time had dreams of moving and making it big on Broadway when Patrick was 20

Patrick took just about any job he could find in the city that time would allow, to try and keep them afloat in their apartment in Brooklyn.

His girlfriend left him for a fellow aspiring actor two years later, and Patrick unraveled. He moved in with a coworker, and began partying most nights, going out to clubs when he had the money to pay, and at friends' when he was strapped for cash.

There was little reason to stay in New York, more paralyzed by his own depression, and the near constant influence, and clinging to anyone he could find to take home.

The Infierno was the first place that Patrick really fell in love with when a friend brought him to the club when he was 26. The next day he'd applied for a serving position at Infierno, and was hired on not long after, and never left.

He worked his way up towards management, when the talks of echelon sprang up, patrick had very little interest in its opening, if anything, probably begrudged the opening

connections:

friendships of any kind (ride or die friends, drinking buddies, etc)

coworkers (present and former)

exes/flings

enemies

literally anything you want i'll give you my soul

established

enemies: weston abbott (former friend), benjamin munoz (former friend)

(former) party friend: andrea 'andi' french

former roommate: weston abbott

former coworkers/employees: benjamin munoz

[elcazar]

☓ · † ( hello ! it’s em here w character number deux ! & i just wanted 2 say thank you 2 everyone who participated in my science experiment ? it was an exhausting process, but i’m pretty content with the result. anyways, meet my son eleazar ! he’s from spain & still likes to speak w at spanish accent ( because it’s ... sexy ? ) even though he’s lived in the states for like, 100000 years. so if that doesn’t tell you enough about him, i don’t know what will

quick backstory: born in spain like 300+ years ago & was a prized ( ish ) guard of the volturi bc he has the ability to sense the abilities of others ! which is pre handy dandy if you’re like aro & like to collect people & their abilities yikes

so u kno, like the loyal & trustworthy spanish puppy he is, he’d travel around the world & basically abduct any human or vampire w a talent

& tbh it never really boded well w him, but he’s v dutiful & doesn’t really like conflict so he did as he was told & just kinda ... turned away during the more violent parts

like honestly before he was turned he was just this like 22 yr old spanish boy that would hand out roses to beautiful women ( & men ) on the street & play guitar

he’s basically like the poster boy for those men on the cover of those rlly cheesy romance novels ok he’s like th AT

& so like this gentle boy rlly was not made for the volturi lifestyle but he did it bc those were his buddies ( kinda )

but he eventually met carmen & that changed his entire wor LD ok ? like w OW literally she was the most beautiful person ever & he was shook & like ... was just like yep , her

so like he tried for a lil bit to balance work & pleasure, but carmen wasn’t super comfy w what eleazar was doing so eleazar was like o K i will not do it anymore !

bc he is whipped

so anyways he goes up to aro & somehow convinces him to let him leave the coven ? like tbh his power just wasn’t that useful anymore so aro was like ok i guess or like had a srs lapse in judgement but whatever our lil spanish lover got to leave

the two travelled for a while before finding the denali coven, & our lil lover boy became completely enamoured by the idea of vegetarianism ??? like wow ??? i don’t have to hurt ppl ? love not war ???

“abstaining from human blood makes us more civilized - lets us form true bonds of love” this is a real thing our lil shit said & i wanna puke & also snuggle him bc wow ! pure !

so he was like y ES & basically just like schmoozed his way into the hearts of the rest of the denali coven & eventually found a hom e there ok

& now he’s just like happy & in love & honestly just means well 1000% of the time

like listn he can be rough when he needs to be ... like he had a place in he guard ...... a v proficient fighter .... but he doesn’t like to do that shit if he can avoid it

is v concerned 4 all the gifted humans in town since the volturi has started rollin in .... so hes like ........ prob keepin a close eye on them / is goin to be the protective spanish older bro they never wanted

flirts w lit everyone but like only has eyes for carmen ok ?? don even

prob walks around w a rose in his mouth

v proficient in the art of winking

v philosophical

rips off his shirt a lot prob for no reason just bc aesthetic

uses a lot of big words wrong

im useless this is shit plot w me

idk give me buddies / not so buddies from his volturi days ??? smol gifted humans for him to father ???? more ????

[meeraxpatel]

( priyanka chopra, cisfemale, she/her ) — i’m pretty sure i just saw meera patel entering forks. i wonder what the thirty five / seventy eight year old cotm is doing here? i’ve heard some people around town saying that they're overprotective and possessive, but they are always quick to follow it up by saying that they're caring and genuine. most of the time. i know for certain that they’re part of the packless, so hopefully they keep themselves in check. 

Aye it’s jane again, comin at ya live with Meera! I’ve got all her bio information here so there’s that! I’m always down to plot for connections and shit so like this or just hmu!!!

[formilenas]

hello  loves  !  it’s  s  again  i  play  solomon  the  dominic  sherwood  and  while  my  plan  was  to  make  an  introduction  for  milena  that’s  full of  cute  tidbits  n'  information  nothing  is coming to  me  at  the  moment  >:(  i  will  however  be  replying   to  starters  and sending  ims  so  i guess  this   is  my  way  of  saying  hello  and  apologizing  for   my  crazy  thanksgiving  activity  !  tomorrow  i’ll definitely  have  a  real  intro  up   but  other  than  that  i'm  happy  to  be  here  n  can’t  wait  to  write  w.  y’all  ❤︎