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⤑  23,  non - binary,  they / he   𓇢𓆸   enzo becker  just hasn’t been the same since  janurary 2024.  i thought they would get even more  softspoken  and  intelligent  after they got the reason they were abandoned as a child after all own investigations turned up short,  but they’ve only become more  guarded  and  skittish.  i’ve known them for  twenty years,  and i see them all the time at their job as a  i.t technician  at  blackwater town hall,  but something just seems… different.

full name — enzo josiah bemis - becker.

nickname(s) — ?

date of birth & age — september 20th -– 24.

gender / pronouns — non - binary, he/they.

sexuality — bisexual.

species — empty. previously human.

occupation — computer technician at great bear library, otherwise living life as gods fucked up little ken doll.

notable features — various scars – in particular, a bruise looking scar on left knee, scar on face from the accident, in the middle of his forehead.

ABANDONMENT & FOSTER CARE TW born  in  god  knows  where,  united  states,  enzo  has  never  felt  like  he’s  belonged  -----  here,  there,  or  anywhere.  a  constant  search  for  something  more  than  himself,  there  was  never  any  answers  he  could  find,  himself.  born  to  two  anonymous  parents  who  were  much  too  young  to  have  a  child,  enzo  was  found  in  the  typical  fire  station  baby  in  a  basket  kind  of  way.  burnt  to  a  crisp  birth  certificate,  barely  making  out  his  first  name  attached  and  just  about  ready  to  crumble,  he  was  placed  into  the  foster  system  after  a  few  week  stay  with  a  firefighter  family. 

FOSTER CARE & DEATH TW was  placed  with  a  family  for  a  few  months,  then  another,  then  the  becker’s  (  hi  mom!  )  and  he  never  left  after  that.  was  eventually  adopted  by  them  when  he  reached  pre  -  school  age.  this  was  around  the  same  time,  coincidentally,  that  damien  had  passed.  it  was  then  when  he  began  to  shy  away  –  hiding  out  by  himself,  withdrawing  from  what  few  preschool  friends  he  had,  keeping  to  himself.  always  the  meek  kid,  it’s  not  like  they  tried  very  hard  to  break  out  of  their  shell.  enzo  knows  that  this  ever  -  lasting  loneliness  is  probably  his  fault.

schoolyard  blues  hit  him  hard.  spends  most  recesses  inside,  in  the  library,  using  the  shitty  computers  to  play  games  or  just  attempt  to  bypass  the  schools  system  and  google  random  things.  people  interested  him,  but  the  world  did  moreso.  threw  himself  into  his  hobbies  and  interests.  ever  the  collector,  there  was  many,  often  encouraged  by  his  family,  to  continue  to  persue  literally  whatever  he  wanted.  and  so  he  did:  room  filled  with  random  things.  books,  research  that  he  still  doesn’t  quite  get,  eventually  fell  in  love  with  computers  and  all  things  electronics.  started  by  taking  them  apart,  putting  them  back  together,  going  to  junk  yards  and  finding  random  things  and  mashing  them  together  and  failing.  his  own  frakenstein  computer. 

kept  to  himself.  involved  himself  in  the  nerdish  things,  which  also  didn’t  help  him  gain  many  friends,  but  he  was  actively  with  people  and  that’s  all  that  mattered.  time  grows  longer,  enzo  grows  larger,  and  the  fear  subsides,  if  only  a  little.  a  bit  more  self  trusting  and  confident  in  himself. 

graduates  high  school,  doesn’t  go  to  college.  uncertainty  in  himself  about  who  is  he  and  what  they  want  to  do,  enzo  does  what  they  do  best:  fuck  around  with  technology  until  make  it  work,  or  fuck  it  all  up.  it’s  working  so  far  –  working  at  the  town hall is  peaceful. occasionally  crafts  websites  for  those  who  ask,  does  bug  bounties  when  he’s  bored.  tries  not  to  be  too  much  of  a  reclusive  —  trying  to  make  friends.  please  god  please.  maybe  going  to  college?  who  knows.  not  enzo.

now playing — burial  plot  (  dayseeker  )  ,  night  vision  (  drives  the  common  man  )  ,  how  big  is  your  brain?  ( super  american  )  ,  bottle  rocket  (  briston  maroney  )  ,  thinkingoutloud  (  kenny  hoopla  )  . 

last watched — none. movie night ???

inspo — tbd.

MY  DREAMS  HAVE  BEEN  SO  FUCKED,  I  DON’T  KNOW  WHAT  IT  MEANS   [   … 

highly  empathetic  due  to  his  lonely  nature,  tries  to  see  the  best  of  people  even  when  he  so  badly  wants  to  be  a  pessimist.  so  very  kind,  but  extremely  skittish.  approach   like   a   feral   kitten   you   found   on   the   side   of   the   highway   at   3   am   while   interstate   traveling.   occasional   shakes   of   a   treat   bag   are   welcome   and   encouraged. 

if  he  likes  you,  you’ll  know  –  the  jokes  and  quips  he  keeps  locked  up  come  out,  and  he’ll  try  to  get  your  references  and  jokes  (  key  word  on  try:  he’s  trying!  )  .  will  blab  a  bit  about  his  favorite  things  and  do  not  get  his  ass  started  on  computers  and  technologies.   on  the  other  hand,  you’ll  also  know  if  he  doesn’t  like  you.  constant  death  stare  and  acting  like  he  doesn’t  hear  you  when  you’re  talking.  playing  the  silent  game  and  he’ll  win  every  time.  neutral,  you’re  fine.  he’ll  only  stare  a  little  bit  when  he  doesn’t  know  what  to  say,  which  is  always. 

extreme  mama’s  boy  —  after  damien  passed,  he  kind  of  clung  to  pearl  like  a  lifeline.  and  she  was.  his  biggest  cheerleader  and  confidant.  often  feels  like  he’s  worrying  her,  like  he’s  doing  something  wrong  and  not  being  like  his  sister  …  but  he’s  trying  his  best  to  make  her  proud. 

so  very  lonely  by  his  own  design.  but  is  trying  to  stop  doing  this.  blah  blah  blah  something  about  watching  life  go  by  and  see  all  these  people  having  fun  while  he’s  like  squidward  staring  out  the  window.  get  really,  buddy,  and  put  the  mouse  down.  very  much  socially  challenged.  it  used  to  be  a  lot  worse  -  hiding  behind  his  sister  and  mother  in  public  settings,  whereas  now  if  you  catch  him  off  guard,  he’ll  likely  take  a  minute  for  his  brain  to  catch  up,  then  reply  with  only  a  few  words.  does  not  like  to  be  ambushed  or  bombarded.  crowds  freak  him  out,  and  small  talk  gives  him  hives. 

scared  of  his  own  strength,  and  keeps  a  low  profile  —  despite  his  desperate  wanting  for  friends  and  more  people  to  connect  with,  he’s  often  afraid  he’ll  be  the  reason  something  bad  happens  to  them.  a  double  edged  sword.  he  doesn’t  want  to  face  the  blade  the  other  way,  so  he’ll  point  it  at  himself  instead. 

scared.  always  scared.  extremely  stubborn,  and  can  get  lost  in  his  own  head  almost  all  the  time.  please  ensure  he  is  paying  attention  before  you  say  anything  important. 

often  can  be  found  wearing  funny  tshirts  or  big  jackets.  treats  them  as  security  blankets,  like  he’ll  be  able  to  hide  in  them.  he  can,  but  it’s  the  principal  of  it.  has  worn  the  same  thing  for  years,  and  will  continue  until  they’re  simply  a  piece  of  fabric  barely  stitched  together.  tends  to  not  spend  money  on  himself  and  instead  his  family  or  friends.  sentimental  object  holder. 

DEATH  TW         /      a  listener,  not  a  talker.  didn’t  talk  for  almost  a  year  and  a  half  after  damien’s  death  –  being  in  the  house  at  the  time  was  traumatizing,  and  often  near  the  anniversary  and  holidays,  shuts  down  in  a  similar  manner.  grief  does  not  bode  well  during  full  moons,  and  enzo  can  often  be  found  in  his  room  and  away  from  others  during  this.  mildly  concerning,  yes,  but  as  a  child  it  often  lead  to  many  many  meltdowns  –  no  handle  on  his  emotions  and  how  to  keep  himself  in  check.  it’s  gotten  a  lot  better,  but  he’s  not  perfect. 

will  take  any  kind  of  electronic  device  apart  and  out  it  back  together.

includes  but  not  limited  to:  any  apple  product,  any  microsoft  project,  any  nintendeo  product,  walkie  talkies,  phones,  laptops,  mp3  players,  keyboards,  roku’s,  game  controllers,  wiis,  car  radios,  car  steering  wheels,  tablets,  desktops,  radios  /  stereos,  and  the  occasional  hand  held  vaccum.

carries  around  a  tablet  they  stole.  from  who?  aha,  well--  the  screen  is  cracked  to  shit,  and  it  hardly  works,  but  he  loves  it  and  has  had  it  for  a  solid  5+  years.  his  fines  must  be  crazy  on  that  thing.   carries  it  with  him  everywhere.  has  multiple  portable  batteries  just  in  case  there’s  no  way  to  charge  it.  loves  that  thing  like  it’s  a  real  person  and  it  is  like,  unironically  his  best  friend. 

obsessed  with  many  things  actually:  postcards,  pokemon  cards,  limited  edition  coca  cola  bottles,  movies  nobody  else  has  ever  heard  of,  star  trek,  old  sitcoms  from  the  70’s,  wolf  biology,  wolves  in  general,  national  parks,  and  also  cats  for  some  reason. 

obsessed  with  names.  probably  has  a  list  of  his  favorites  in  a  google  document  or  notebook  with  meanings  /  origins  /  etc. obsessed  with  notebooks.  collects  them.  has  some  from  2000’s  he’s  stolen  from  his  mother,  tore  out  all  the  pages  that  had  writing  on  them.  keeps  them  blank.  for  what?  he  doesn’t  know.

takes  things  maybe  a  little  too  literally.  does  not  fully  understand  sarcasm,  thinks  it’s  a  waste  of  time  and  when  he  tries  it,  it  usually  doesn’t  make  sense  or  falls  super  flat,  which  makes  it  funny. 

distrusts  the  government  and  social  media  and  all  that,  but  uses  it  anyways.  likes  to  be  in  with  the  kids  and  what  not.  loves  video  games  despite  this.  plays  minecraft  on  peaceful  and  does  NOT  go  under  ground.  he  likes  to  farm. 

maladaptive  daydreams.  a  lot.  it’s  a  bit  of  a  bad  habit,  now,  and  he  doesn’t  quite  know  how  to  stop  —  tries  to  play  it  off  to  little  avail  because  dude  doesn’t  have  a  cool  bone  in  his  body. 

KEY PLAYERS : WANTED.

friends.  dear  god  get  this  guy  something!!!!  jsut  kidding.  but  i  think  it’d  be  fun  to  explore  actual  genuine  friendships  ..  maybe  they  went  to  school  together?  maybe  theyre  neighbors?   maybe  they’re  new  and  town  and  want  to  take  him  as  their  pet  dog?  idk.  the  worlds  our  oyster. 

older  sibling  /  parental  figures.  i  think  this  is  also  rlly  fun  bc  he  is  a  very  concerning  individual  so  unfortunately  he  attracts  the  kind  adults  around.  maybe  knows  his  sister  and  mom?  family  friends  he’s  known  since  bebehood?  ..  a  sweet  kid  but  god  damn  it’s  like  watching  paint  dry  with  you  boy.  would  probably  try  to  cause  a  ruckus  in  their  home,  however.  watch  your  dvd  players  closely. 

mutual  dislike.  perhaps  something  happened  and  they’re  just  like  >.>  at  each  other?  it  takes  a  lot  for  enzo  to  actively  dislike  someone  and  try  to  bore  holes  into  their  head  by  staring  so  this  would  be  fun.

good  /  bad  influences.  those  people  who  are  like  brother  ..  my  friend..  you  need  to  be  at  the  club.  and  try  to  get  him  there.  devil  and  angels  on  their  shoulders,  if  you  will.  people  who  try  to  get  him  out  of  their  shell  either  way. 

grump  x  sunshine  dynamic  is  my  fave.  so  hello.

one  sided  crush  wld  be  cutesy  ..  like  boy  get  real.

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( TWENTY-THREE. GENDERFLUID. ANY. ) since you aren’t aware of them yet… that’s ( SICILY DE SCORRO SILVA ) wandering around in hollow creek! from what i know they’ve lived in hollow creek for ( EIGHT YEARS. ) i’m also aware of the fact that they work as a ( WANNABE MARINE BIOLOGIST / STUDENT. ) in town! but if you were to ask me, what i see when i think about them are: ( RIPPED, SEEMINGLY NEVER FULL BACKPACK FILLED WITH WHO KNOWS WHAT, WEARING THE SAME THREE OUTFITS LIKE A CARTOON CHARACTER, OBSESSIVELY TRACKING SHARKS ON A PHONE APP. ) if anything, i feel like they could be ( CURIOUS, EMPATHETIC & OFFPUTTING, SHY. ) it’s really weird, though… because they seem to be hiding something that no one else knows. but i sure do! and that is ( REDACED ). wild, huh? i know. they’re hoping no one will ever find out. and the very last thing that i’d say about them is that they’re mainly known to be ( THE DETERMINATOR. ) just keep a lookout! who knows if they’re putting on a facade!

FULL NAME            sicily alessandra de - scorro silva

BIRTHDAY              september 1st ( 23 ) . 

BIRTHPLACE          boca raton, florida.

GENDER                 genderfuid.

OCCUPATION     college student / wants to be a marine biologist sooo bad.

BUILD                     slim, althetic.

HAIR COLOR         brown .

EYE COLOR           brown.

HEIGHT                  5’6.

PARENTS               tbd ( wanted connection ) .

SIBLINGS        tbd.

PETS                    irwin ( cat ) .

mun is autistic & takes forever to respond back to dms. don’t be alarmed by this and after a while if i haven’t gotten back to you, feel free to nudge.

the  information  about  where  sicily  comes  from  match  the  memory  of  this  time  in  her  life:  nothing.  there's  a  few  scraps  of  paper,  a  torn  birth  certificate  that  omits  most  useful  parts  aside  from  her  name  in  the  basket,  underneath  the  wool  blanket  she  was  placed  ontop  of.  a  firehouse  baby,  the  one  you  hear  about  in  stories  and  have  those  lifetime  movies  about  overcoming  adversity.  this  is  not  one  of  those  stories.

from  a  young  age,  sicily  never  truly  felt  like  she  belonged  anywhere.  bouncing  from  foster  home  to  foster  home,  the  girl  was  always  a  bit  too  much  emotionally.  sudden  outbursts  then  socially  withdrawing,  unsettling  comments  to  peers  and  teachers  alike,  general  dislike  for  most  of  the  population  ..  she  never  made  many  connections  that  were  worthwhile,  at  least  to  her.  you  have  friends,  you  have  acquittances,  then  you  have  whatever  sicily  considers  bearable.  every  change  of  home  was  like  a  bad  omen  of  what's  to  come,  and  for  what  it's  worth,  she  never  did  it  on  purpose.  much.  they  just  didn't  understand  her.  and  after  a  certain  point,  she  stops  trying.

sicily  goes  through  life  like  a  lone  wolf.  thinking  she  doesn't  need  anybody,  but  instinctually,  knowing  she  does.  she  throws  herself  into  her  interest.  instead  of  spending  days  trying  to  get  to  know  whatever  foster  parent  she's  with  for  the  moment,  she  spends  it  somewhere  else.  free  things:  window  shopping  on  main  street  or  using  the  library  computers.  they'd  rather  fill  up  their  brain  with  knowledge  on  favorite  subjects  than  just  withering  away,  wishing  for  a  different  life.  it's  no  secret  that  their  foster  parents  give  up  on  them,  but  he  knows  that  at  the  end  of  the  day,  it's  just  another  thing  she  has  to  deal  with.  the  mantra  repeats  as  she  gets  into  the  social  workers  car,  silent  and  stoic. 

there's  a  change  of  pace.  they're  brought  to  a  group  home  —  the  kids  there  are  noisy,  bouncy,  all  in  your  face.  sicily  is  offput  by  this.  preferring  to  be  alone  and  protect  their  peace,  these  kids  weren't  having  it.  this  marks  the  longest  stay  sicily  has  ever  had  in  one  place,  because  they  had  a  plan:  travel  to  new  york  city  and  start  a  new  life,  together.  he  wasn't  convinced.  they're  kids.  what  could  they  possibly  do  there?  but  nevertheless,  finding  the  only  people  who  doesn't  make  her  wanna  rip  their  hair  out,  she  goes  along.  and  it  goes  about  as  well  as  you  can  expect.

they  hop  on  a  train  to  new  york  city.  almost  a  singular  day,  and  by  the  time  they  exit  the  station,  they're  doing  their  best  not  to  get  noticed  as  a  bunch  of  outsiders.  the  plan  was  to  get  a  hotel  and  go  from  there.  a  group  of  rag  tag  teenagers  shouldn't  be  too  suspicious,  but  within  the  week,  they're  caught.  sicily  hates  it.  right  when  she  thought  she  found  the  people  she  could  be  a  family  with,  they're  snatched  from  her.  while  a  dumb  decision,  she  knew  that  she  needed  somewhere  new.  somewhere  she  could  actually  try  to  be  someone  better.  those  fleeting  moments  of  having  people  (  even  if  you  asked  her,  it  was  ‘against  her  will’  )  was  better  than  she'd  imagined. 

she  was  then  moved  to  massachusetts.  there  were  no  more  ties  to  florida,  and  at  that  point,  they'd  exhausted  all  options  in  the  local  area.  it  was  pitiful,  the  beg  to  be  somewhere  else  to  her  social  worker  –  she's  sure  it  wasn't  protocol,  or  whatever,  but  they're  not  caring  as  much  as  they  land  in  the  bay  state.  bounced  around  a  few  more  times  until  she  landed  with  her  current  and  final  family.  it  was  rocky  waters,  but  they  got  to  a  somewhat  -  normal  household.  kind  of.

she's  not  easy  to  get  to  know,  nor  does  she  bring  their  walls  down  despite  desperately  wanting  to.  always  afraid  they're  going  to  leave,  be  taken  from  him.  it's  a  hard  price  to  pay,  but  she's  slowly  warming  up,  even  now.  it  took  eight  years  for  her  to  have  no  friends,  to  a  small  circle.  to  being  completely  closed  off  to  being  ..  semi  -  okay  with  being  known.  still  to  this  day,  they're  still  hyperfocused  on  things  that  serve  them  rather  than  personal  relationships.  schooling  was  and  still  is  their  strongest  suit  —  he's  currently  majoring  at  an  online  university  in  marine  biology,  their  first  and  only  love. 

ever  the  nomad,  despite  being  on  hiatus  from  this,  sicily  has  been  looking  for  work,  internships,  to  further  her  career  ----  though  it's  slim  pickings,  he's  had  a  few  different  call  backs.  it's  hard  to  decide  what's  right  when  they've  grown  ..  semi  -  comfortable,  if  that's  the  correct  terms  for  this.  in  a  shock  to  her,  it's  easier  for  them  to  stay  than  it  would  be  to  go.  this  realization  makes  them  sick  to  their  absolute  stomach,  and  she's  unsure  of  how  to  approach  it  without  wanting  to  faint.  being  comfortable  is  not  something  she's  willing  to  give  up,  nor  is  it  something  she  wants  to  think  too  hard  about.  so  here  they  sit,  pondering  and  thinking  about  the  what  ifs  and  what  should've  beens  when  their  mind  runs  a  little  too  wild.

she is cordial and tends to be somewhat mutual in most interactions, is not friendly. quiet, aloof and doesn’t like 90% of people. it’s not you, it’s her. after spending a majority of her life ignoring societal norms and doing her own thing, she doesn’t plan on starting to follow them now. she’s abrupt, brash and all consuming. she tries to spare feelings if she likes you, but she’s overtly blunt in a way that’s not malicious .. but definitely can come across that way, and has lost a lot of friendships.

is autistic! love that for my baby. he knows that this isn’t a determent, and will share it proudly with anyone who listens. hyper fixates, a lot, and is very particular in how they shape their world. due to sensitivities, he often carries headphones and fidget toys ( is particular in a needough ice cube ) . safe foods or bust. tends to also think in somewhat black and white, but tries his best to see all perspectives. it just takes a while to get there.

throws themselves into activities and interests, and there's no stopping them from learning every last detail they can. this can range from new york city subway maps to their lifelong fixation, marine biology ( particularly sharks. they obsess over sharks. ) . is known to go to the library for hours upon hours, or have their face shoved into their tablet until the break of dawn on wikipedia. documentaries on rental, the whole thing. mentions them unprompted, and without care of the other party. 

never wears anything fancy. wears the same five outfits in variations and rotations. never puts her hair up, always down. doesn't entertain fashion over being comfortable. 

never had social media until about 2 years ago, and only owned a flip phone up until that point. he doesn't quite understand lingo and online terminology, and limits her social media useage. she doesn't like the impending doomscrolling and jealousy. the only one he tends to favor is tiktok, and even then, she limits herself to 10 videos at a time. usually about sharks.  do NOT try to contact them. they will contact you. 

her favorite color is blue, if you couldn't guess. wearing one variation of blue at all times. wearings the same adidas superstars they'd gotten about six years ago, the entire bottom is wore out and there's holes on the inside of the heel, but they don't want to let them go. they are also blue. 

doesn't care about the norms of society or gender norms. answers to any and all pronouns. doesn't care to conform to anything, and does anything his way. truth be told, it's kind of freeing, in a way, and doesn't really care about what anyone else thinks …

that is, unless you're someone they like. she knows that the opinion of those she likes and cares about is important, and this is something they carry heavy in their heart – even the slightest turn of events that could make them upset can ruin their whole month until it's resolved, and even then they're still worried someone is mad at them. if they like you, they'll ride and die for you. those in his inner circle have them for life, unless there's some kind of betrayal. it's hard to know their limits of loyalty considering they haven't had a ton of relationships, so they're trying to feel it out. 

they can hold a grudge for as long as they need to. never backs down from a fight in the petty game, and knows that they can play it better. will never be an outright asshole unless the situation ( or, what they've clocked from the situation ) calls for it — then you're dead fuckin' meat, bub. 

has many enemies. including my own muse, sorcha. 

has never been kissed or ever in a real relationship, as expected. as little to no experience nor interest in that kind of thing. whoever will be the first must be pretty damn special, because to get her to pay attention to you and not the shark exhibit at the boston aquarium will be hard. no interest in flings or hookups. just vibes.

holds in their emotions and doesn't tend to think before having an outburst. it's hard for him to realize when things are going to be too much as their is a ton of disconnect between interpersonal connection, so recognizing emotions before they spill over is hard — but there's tics to watch out for ( picking at her scalp, biting their nails, being agitated / irritable, extra fidgeting ) . he's trying her best, but it's a work in progress. 

wanted connections ..

parents! on the main. they're somewhat close, or, as close as they can be. sicily appreciates them and lets them know in her own weird way (usually by crafting something or buying them things)

friends. this group is relatively small, and in my mind, they probably aren't in a mutual group – probably only know each other in passing or the like because of sicily. they attract various people, from all places and things. these are the people sicily has her loyalty lock set on, and can't find the key ---- y'all are stuck with him. 

positive acquittances. these are people who know sicily and he knows them, but they're not friend level. sicily doesn't actively hate them or have malicious feelings for them, just .. there. they have the ability to level up or down, depending on future interactions.

negative acquittances. these are the people sicily can and will be a major asshole to because of past experiences. they have the ability to change her mind, but they're not very quick to let that happen. remember: grudge holder master. 

family friends. these people know sici's family (perhaps parents or adoptive siblings?) 

ex classmates. coming to hollowcreek in late teenhood, sicily attended the local high school until graduation

past foster siblings, particularly the group she ran away with. i think not being in contact then coming back into contact would be really fun to explore. i am also open to past foster siblings in hollowcreek and florida as a child as well!

someone she tutors unwillingly. aka she's like. do u want me to do this for you? (asks silently) and they're liek no? teach me this instead??? and he hates it.

older sibling / parental figures who take them under their wing.

perhaps a crush he doesn't know is a crush yet. she just like to silently hang out with them.

a bad influence, though she's very resistant towards it so it'll be really hard to achieve lmao. 

[system-of-a-feather]

YO going through my "getting ready for work and eating breakfast" Youtube shorts and this came up and YO YOU GET IT

Sincerely,

A traumatized kid who communicates 50-60% of the time in solely bird noises and a part that communicates 90% or more in bird noises (+ in true cockatoo fashion learned some favorite other animal noises)

[actress4him]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 18 - The Shadow and The Brute

More of the Brumaria Hero/Villain AU! This one takes place much later than the first. Bruno is only mentioned, but he belongs to Izzy!

Taglist: @painful-pooch , @sssunshinebreeze

The Shadow of Death Masterlist

No. 18: Blindfold | Tortured For Information | “Hit them harder.”

Contains: lady whump, interrogation, restraints, broken bones, beating, referenced internal bleeding, burns, mild gore, flashback, parental abuse, foster care references

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The steel rod cracks against her ribs.

“What is The Brute’s real name?”

“I don’t know.” A lie.

Again, on the other side. 

“Where does he live?”

“I don’t know.” A lie, and screw him for taking her there and making this even harder for her. 

Another hit, this time to her stomach. 

“Who else does he work with?”

“I…don’t…I don’t know.” Also a lie. This one’s her fault, though, for stalking him and his team to find out who was hurting him. 

“Oh, I think you do know. I think you know all kinds of things about the heroes, and The Brute, especially, that you’re not telling.” 

He hits her ribs again.

“I hate the heroes,” she spits. The truth. Or at least, it was the truth. Now, she honestly doesn’t know how she feels. “You know I do.” 

“It certainly doesn’t seem that way, not the way you’ve been cozying up to them lately.”

Kamaria doesn’t say anything in return, still trying to catch her breath, and there’s a pause from the rest of the room, too. She strains her ears, trying to figure out if he’s choosing a new tool or the next spot to strike. She hates being blindfolded, hates not being able to see what’s coming. Which, of course, is the exact reason why he does it. 

“Harder.” Her father’s voice. He is still in the room, then.

She catches the footstep that comes toward her and tenses in preparation, but there’s really no way she can ever be prepared. Roderick doesn’t stop to ask questions this time. He just hits her, again and again and again, all across her stomach and ribs. With her arms restrained out to each side she can’t curl in to get away from it. She can feel things breaking and bruising inside of her. She can’t take a breath for the entire time the rod is coming down, can’t scream or plead even if she wanted to. 

When it finally ends, she spends just as much time coughing, retching, and trying to gasp in any air she can get. She’d throw up if it hadn’t been days since she’s eaten anything. 

“What is The Brute’s real name?” 

Bruno. His name is Bruno, two whole letters different from Brute because he’s an idiot.

“Where does he live?”

In a bachelor pad apartment, second floor, on Broad Street.

All she has to do is say that out loud, and it ends. For literally half of her life, fourteen years, she’s done whatever it takes to protect herself. Played the perfect, obedient foster child even when the families had already decided she was a troublemaker for having superpowers. Learned to fight and to kill from the villains. Went on all of their missions, whether they fit her own agenda or not. Followed all of their rules as best she could and gave in to their demands.

But she can’t give in this time. She doesn’t care what they do to her, not when the alternative is them doing the same and worse to the only man who’s ever treated her with kindness. He’s far more worth protecting than herself.

This time she doesn’t hear him approaching and is caught off guard by a hand burying itself in her curls, yanking her head backwards. Her quick intake of breath throbs in her ribs. 

“I will make you talk. You and I have been at this game for far too long for me not to win in the end.” 

The cold tip of the rod presses into her bare stomach, and she bites down hard on her lip to keep from crying out. There’s no way that she isn’t bleeding internally somewhere. The only good news is that he’ll know that, too, which means that surely this session won’t last too much longer. They want her alive, after all. For now.

“I have a meeting to attend,” her father announces coldly. “Do whatever you need to do to get results.” A door opens, then closes again. 

Her hair is released, and there’s a loud clank as the rod is tossed aside. It’s simultaneously a relief to know that part is over and terrifying to wonder what’s next. 

“All you have to do is tell me what you know about The Brute, and this will all be over.” 

She feels the heat a split second before it fully hits her. Fire envelops her right side, spreading from her waist all the way up to her shoulder and out across her arm. Kamaria throws her head back and screams. Her skin is blistering, charring. She’s half in the past, half in the present, watching her childhood home go up in flames while losing her footing and dangling from the chains.

“Where does The Brute live?” Roderick is shouting.

She can’t stop screaming. Mom…Mom please…

His hands are on her face, still warm from using his power. She didn’t even realize he’d stopped. It still feels like she’s on fire, the intensity of the heat hasn’t let up at all. She isn’t screaming anymore, but she’s groaning, sobbing, trying desperately to get herself back under control while visions of her mother are pressing at her mind and most of her body is in excruciating pain. 

Chains rattle, and one wrist is freed. She drops to the floor on top of a leg that was broken two days ago, but hardly feels it over the burning in her side and arm. The left wrist is released, but she’s dragged backwards by that arm until her back hits the wall and it’s restrained again, just above her head. 

Her right shoulder feels strange. Dislocated, probably. She can’t distinguish that pain from the pain of her skin. 

She doesn’t know she passed out until he slaps her across the face to wake her up. “Here. Take it.” Something heavy is deposited in her lap. She knows almost immediately what it is, but it takes a moment for her to convince her arm to move. The skin pulls, and she nearly whines aloud. “Hurry up.”

Her hand shakes as it finds the stem of the plant he gave her, clutching on tightly. One of these days,  he’s going to go too far, and she won’t be able to use her power to save herself. Then where will he and her father be?

At least then Bruno will be safe.

The energy she siphons from the plant is warm as it floods her body. It’s usually somewhat soothing. Right now, more heat is the last thing she wants to feel. But she keeps going, pulling all she can, knowing this is the only chance she gets until he nearly kills her again in a day or two. 

Energy does nothing for pain, unfortunately. When the plant goes limp in her hand, completely spent, she feels very little difference from when she started. But she should be stable now. The energy will jumpstart her body’s natural healing process, allowing it to work faster than usual so that she doesn’t actually die.

It’s their failsafe. Their excuse for continuing to torture her for as long as they want. 

Her arm drops back down by her side, and the plant is removed from her lap. Her head lolls against the concrete block wall. Roderick rips the blindfold suddenly off her face, taking strands of hair with it, and pinches her chin between his fingers so that he can look into her eyes.

“This is just going to keep happening until you cooperate and tell us what we want to know. Is that what you want? To keep being in this kind of pain?”

She doesn’t have the strength to answer him.

Releasing her chin, he stands, looking down at her. “Think about it. I’ll be back before you know it.”

[logan-jones]

[ kristen stewart, cis-woman she/her ] Hey, isn’t that LOGAN JONES. I thought they went away for the summer? Did you hear they might be a WEREWOLF and have a connection to the FENRIR PACK? What I do know for certain is that they’re 29, and they’re HARD-WORKING and CALCULATING. They’re originally from MANCHESTER, UK, and have been in FENRIRSWOOD for A MONTH living in FORK’S ROAD. I wonder if they still work at WIN GARAGE as a MECHANIC. Best if they stay safe for now.

note: for this character i will primarily be using gifs from kristen stewart’s movie from 2020, underwater, but due to limited resources i may occasionally use gifs from other sources. logan’s outward appearance is as depicted in the aforementioned movie.

basics

full name: logan ashley jones age: 29 date of birth: june 15th, 1994 zodiac: gemini sun, libra rising, virgo moon species: werewolf gender & pronouns: cisgender woman, she/her spoken language(s): english occupation: mechanic at win garage sexuality: lesbian

appearance

face claim: kristen stewart height: 5'5"(165.1 cm) dominant hand: left hair color: bleached blonde eye color: blue scars: tbd tattoos: none

personality

positive traits: intelligent, hard-working, honest, resourceful, tough negative traits: blunt, hot-tempered, tense, opinionated, calculating

mentality

phobias: fear of failure disorder: borderline personality disorder, autism spectrum disorder allergies: n/a

background

hometown: manchester, uk birthplace: manchester, uk education level: high school diploma, working towards a bachelor’s in engineering familial connections: amir bacchus (adopted dad) @pclymcrphcus, unnamed biological parents and unnamed younger foster sibling

headcanons

logan is a recently turned werewolf, she was bitten 9 months ago and she's very angry about it. part of the reason why she came to fenrir's wood is she knew it had a decent supernatural population and after her first few transformations, she knew she wouldn't be able to hide her lycanthropy from her family for much longer. she didn't want to hurt them, so she chose to just leave without saying anything, hoping they'd eventually forget about her. she has anger issues, which have been made much worse since she's was bitten. she finds herself getting frustrated a lot easier than she used to and if provoked, she will start a fight with someone. over her course of being in fenrir's wood she's been working towards managing this better, but she still doesn't have a great handle on it. used to be a part of fight clubs when she lived in the u.s., which were a good outlet for her anger. she was in fight clubs for years so as a result she's very good at hand-to-hand combat. no one in her family knew that she was a part of these groups and she became very good at hiding bruises or injuries she got from them.

she has an adoptive brother who’s younger than her by 8 years and she grew very close to him in her time in foster care, they maintain a close relationship despite her moving across the country. logan is generally a pretty stoic person and her soft side comes out massively when she’s around her brother. she’s fiercely protective of him and will not hesitate to defend him when necessary.

logan has a muscular build, which she maintains by working out on a regular basis. to a certain extent she feels like she has to be muscular due to working at an auto shop, but she does actually enjoy working out. she learned the basics of cars from taking shop class in high school and it led to her taking an interest, so over time she learned more and more and has been working at auto shops since the age of 18.

[oculiaperticlausi]

— INTRODUCTING ATTICUS MCCLAIN

welcome to marina, ATTICUS MCCLAIN ( cis man, he/him ) ! they are a TWENTY-NINE year old who has lived over on LOCKE ROW for WHOLE LIFE and works as a FIREFIGHTER. everyone says they look a lot like DYLAN O'BRIEN. what do you think? — ALYSSA, 29, PST, SHE/HER.

b a c k g r o u n d ;

Every since he was born, it had always been him and his father. His mother left the second she could get up out of the hospital and never looked back.

His dad was his entire life, there was nothing in this world that meant more to him than the man who taught him everything there was to be a kind hearted person.

Expect, all that work would crumble apart. It was when he was 12 and his father lost his life in an accident at work, an accident no one would talk about.

He was immediately put into the system. He bounces from home to home because he pushes buttons in order to get kicked out of the homes.

No one gave him time to grieve, no one gave him time to adjust to life without his dad or even giving the boy a chance to realize his dad was really gone.

It was his last chance that made him shape up. He laid in bed at night next to one of the other kids and they just took his hand, told him it was all going to be okay and after that he fought to make sure he stayed in that home so he could protect the younger ones.

After that he wanted to make he was protecting others rather than hurting them.

It's when he started looking into firefighting.

After he turned eighteen, he moved out of the house and into Hyland Park.

c o n n e c t i o n s ;

almost — celeste beaumont

best friend — daniela carvalho

friends — isabella marino, juniper ridley liao

hookups — myria saengkaew, eden shepherd

[one-abuse-survivor]

Hi, hope y'all are well. I was wondering if growing up in an environment that matches most of the BITE model points (link to chart) ? Even if it was (possibly) accidental on the adults/guardians' side? I was adopted and the foster/adoptive family had a system in place that meets a lot of the criterias, including removal of previous identities, high levels of control, being raised with a custom/not known religious beliefs, dehumanization, etc etc. Plus it's foster care so the typical stuff like near death experiences and stuff happened lol

idk if it would count because like, if you're used to something it's just your normal. It's normal, so it can't be traumatic, right?

Hi, nonnie. I think the end of your first question is missing, but I'm gonna assume from the rest of your ask that you're asking if it can be traumatic to grow up in an environment that matches most of the BITE-model points, which characterise cults. And the answer is absolutely, yes.

A cult can be a powerful organisation with thousands of victims, or it can be a household. If you find yourself in any situation that meets a good proportion of the BITE-model points, you are a cult victim and therefore a victim of abuse, and you're very likely to develop trauma from it. Of course if you grow up knowing only a certain kind of treatment it's going to feel completely normal to you, but if that treatment is mistreatment of any kind (abuse, neglect, or indoctrination, among others) it's still going to traumatise you, no matter how normal and okay you interpret that treatment to be growing up.

Abuse isn't just abuse when it deviates from your normal. You could be abused/neglected/indoctrinated from the very day you're born by everyone around you and it still wouldn't mean that you'd grow up knowing how to handle and process it all healthily. You'd assume that's what's normal because you wouldn't know anything different, but it would still hurt and traumatise you deeply—maybe in many more ways than you'd realise.

And even if your abusers didn't meant to hurt or indoctrinate you, they still did. They could've had the best intentions, and that still wouldn't negate the fact that they traumatised you. Intent isn't a necessary condition for abuse.

I'm really sorry you went through this, nonnie. I hope this all becomes a bit easier to believe with time.

Sending all my support your way ❤️

[adlerbarnes]

Hey, guys! I’m Katelyn, and this hunk of a man is Adler! I’m excited to be here and to interact with a new-ish character as I explore this wonderful roleplay and this beautiful town that’s been created! I would love to plot with every single one of you. My discord is xADumbHuman#3145 if anyone wants to add me on there!

THE STATISTICS

𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗦

FULL LEGAL NAME: Adler Benjamin Barnes NICKNAME(s): Adler, Addie (his Mom is the only person that’s ever called him Addie), Benji when he was a kid AGE: 33 DATE OF BIRTH: April 25th SPECIES: Human ETHNICITY: German, Italian, Irish, and possibly other (Google gives me all the facts) NATIONALITY: American LANGUAGES: English, some Spanish, ASL GENDER: Cis-Male PRONOUNS: He/Him SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual BIRTH ORDER: Second Born (Though he thinks he’s the first born) HOMETOWN: Andover, Mass.  CURRENT RESIDENCE: Ashmore in Nightrest, Mass. EDUCATION: College; Associate’s Degree OCCUPATION: Veterinary Technician MARITAL STATUS: It’s complicated. FAMILY: It’s also complicated. RELATIONSHIPS: See connections. PETS: Siberian Husky named Motley 𝗣𝗛𝗬𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗦

HEIGHT: 6'5 WEIGHT: 200 pounds. BODY TYPE: Fit, muscular but not as defined as he’d like. HAIR COLOR: Brown EYE COLOR: Hazel SCARS|MARKS: He has freckles on his shoulders; a scar under his chin (that just happens to cause his beard to grow slightly shorter in that spot) and a scar on his hand from childhood.  FACIAL HAIR: A beard, but it’s on the shorter side. Not long or scruffy, nicely kept.  SIGNATURE SCENT: Tea Tree Shampoo, Bourbon scented cologne (very musty/manly) TATTOOS: A full sleeve on his arm. PIERCINGS: Right nostril

𝗣𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗜𝗔𝗦 & 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘𝗦

PHOBIAS: N/A MENTAL DISEASES: Though it’s undiagnosed, he suffers with anxiety.  PHYSICAL DISEASES: N/A 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Hufflepuff PROMINENT TRAITS:  Uplifting, Honest, Anxious, Hard Working FAVORITE FOODS: Sushi, French Fries, Chocolate Cake, Supreme Pizza, Chocolate Covered Pretzels FAVORITE COLOR: Navy Blue, Maroon MUSIC TASTE: He doesn’t have a preference; as long as it’s good music he’ll listen to it.   HOBBIES: working out, walks with Motley, video games, starting books and never finished them, motorcycle riding. ZODIAC SIGN: Gemini LIKES: Taking control, Vintage cars, Foggy mornings, Reptiles, Old action films, silk sheets DISLIKES: Losing people, Subtitles, Rowdy kids, Sick animals

THE APPLICATION

was that ADLER BARNES i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the THIRTY THREE year old who has been in nightrest for ONE WEEK and works  as a  VETERINARY TECHNICIAN has a reputation of being UPLIFTING, but also ANXIOUS. they reside in ASHMORE & people in town usually associate them with LEATHER BIKE JACKET HANGING IN HIS CLOSET, BABY BLANKET TUCKED AND HIDDEN UNDER HIS PILLOW, WRITTEN LETTERS TO HIS CHILDHOOD SELF HE’S NEVER READ. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.

THE HEADCANONS

In his spare time, Adler likes to fish. You can find him on the river watching the water ripples underneath the stars.

He doesn't know much about his family as he was placed in foster care at six months old. All he knows is moving from house to house.

While he doesn't quite know how he feels about being a father, Adler wouldn't mind having children. The responsibility scares him slightly, but he wants to provide a safe space for children that he never had.

A true animal lover at heart, Adler has had several pets growing up. While they were never allowed in his household, he would be known to be the 'owner' of wild animals growing up; feeding them concoctions he would create from leftovers in his houses.

Adler has never loved holidays, but New Year's Day has always been his favorite. He finds himself looking forward to the change it provides every year.

Adler was a terrible student. He went to school every day, but regardless of how much he tried, he barely passed every year until he reached high school. That's the first time anyone ever really gave him the chance and he felt he could finally allow himself to pursue a future that was receivable.

THE SUMMARY

Adler grew up in the foster care system - his mother was a teenager when he was born - after none of his biological family would take him. He bounced from house to house, seeing more than thirty by the time he made it to high school. That's when he met the people he calls his parents; both were older at the time with children graduating college and getting married, but they loved Adler like he was their own. It was the first time he'd had any real sense of a family, and he knew he would do anything to make them proud. That's when he moved to Salem after bouncing from town to town his entire life, and after graduating with honors, he moved onto college, getting an associate's degree in veterinary medicine; he'd always loved animals and wanted nothing more than to be able to take care of them. During this time is when he met Selin. The two dated, but Adler has commitment issues and broke it off when he got scared. A year later the two were married in Vegas a year ago, telling no one that they'd done it. After a year of being married, She left, signed divorce papers, and now a year later Adler is in the same town as her - divorced papers unsigned - unknowingly to him.

[fdedprophets]

INTRODUCING ABIGAIL LAHEY: i think i’m burning alive, but nobody sees the fire.

FULL NAME            abigail grace lahey.

BIRTHDAY              november 21st ( 28 ) . 

BIRTHPLACE          salt lake city, utah.

GENDER                 cis female.

OCCUPATION     film producer.

BUILD                     athletic.

HAIR COLOR         blonde (currently).

EYE COLOR           blue.

HEIGHT                  5’9

PARENTS              nicholas lahey ( father ) + cassandra lahey nee miller ( mother )

SIBLINGS        open younger siblings ( aged 25 - 27 )

PETS                    stellar ( black cat ) .

CHARACTER PARALLELS: meredith grey (greys anatomy), brooke davis (one tree hill), rebekah mikaelson (the vampire diaries), charlotte york (sex and the city), fiona gallagher (shameless)

BIOGRAPHY

trigger warnings: abandonment, alcoholism, foster care

Abigail Lahey was born on a gray October morning in Salt Lake City, Utah, into a world of chaos and instability. Her father, a struggling musician with big dreams but a penchant for self-destruction, disappeared when she was only six. Her mother, burdened with raising three children on her own, turned to alcohol to dull the pain. By the time Abigail was ten, she had become the de facto caregiver to her two younger siblings, cooking meals and doing homework by candlelight when the power was cut off.  

Despite her harsh upbringing, Abigail found solace in storytelling. Her escape was the secondhand camcorder her uncle gave her on her 12th birthday, a gift she cherished like a lifeline. She recorded everything—her siblings playing in the yard, the cracks in the walls of their dilapidated house, and the fleeting moments of peace in a tumultuous household. She dreamed of becoming a filmmaker, crafting stories that could transcend the pain she knew too well.  

Abigail's teenage years were marked by further turmoil. Her mother’s addiction worsened, and her siblings were taken into foster care when Abigail was 15. She stayed behind, determined to finish high school while working part-time jobs to support herself. The loneliness was unbearable, but Abigail used her despair to fuel her creativity. At 17, she entered a student film competition and won first place with a haunting short film that depicted a fractured family struggling to stay afloat. It was her first taste of recognition, and it ignited a fire within her.  

Abigail scraped together enough scholarships and odd jobs to attend the University of Utah, where she studied film production. Her professors recognized her talent, but they also saw the weariness in her eyes—the kind that comes from carrying too much too young. While her peers partied on weekends, Abigail spent her nights editing films and her days working as a waitress.  

At 23, with a degree in hand and a portfolio of award-winning short films, Abigail made the bold decision to move to New York City. She arrived with a suitcase, a handful of savings, and the weight of her past. The city was everything she had dreamed of and more—vibrant, chaotic, and bursting with opportunity—but it was also merciless. Abigail worked tirelessly, taking on assistant jobs for productions that barely paid rent.  

Her big break came two years later when she produced Through the Cracks, a raw, semi-autobiographical indie film that explored the resilience of siblings surviving a broken home. The film was lauded at festivals, and Abigail was hailed as a fresh voice in independent cinema. But the success was bittersweet; it forced her to confront the very wounds she had spent years trying to escape.  

Now 28, Abigail lives in a modest apartment in Williamsburg, balancing her burgeoning career with the ghosts of her past. She continues to create, pouring her pain and perseverance into her work. Her films are celebrated for their emotional honesty, but those close to her know how much they cost her.  

[ofthingsunwritten]

𝗯𝗶𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝘆 - 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 - 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘆 - 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 - 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿

[kismetharborconnections]

LEXI FONTENELLE IS LOOKING FOR HER YOUNGER SISTER!

tw: parental death, cheating, foster care

OOC: kayla

Character: lexi fontenelle

Type of Connection: younger sister

WC Name: up to player

Age Range: 27-28 years old

FC Options: up to player as long as they are half-mexican

Would you like to be contacted?: yes please!

Triggers: parental death, cheating

Connection Description: 

Lexi and this character were the only siblings adopted by the Fontenelle family. Their father left when they were kids from an affair and then their mom died when Lexi was 9 and this character was 6. They bounced around in foster care for a bit before they got split up and your character got adopted first. Eventually the Fontenelles found Lexi and adopted her as well when she was a teen. I imagine them to be close, having lost a few years of sisterhood when they were separated, but now are like best friends and of course can argue like sisters but are always there for each other.

[fadedstarsfms]

"It really helps when you're always on the go. Though I've found since having my son I've had to force myself to take more breaks than I normally would." Amelia laughed. She knew it was better to take some time to actually sit down and relax but she was always raised on the go. Or more accurately was raised on predictability and never knowing what was going to happen in the day, was she going to get kicked out of her foster home for the night or sent back in general? It always helped to never have to rely on a sitting down for a meal just in case. But Amelia had to constantly remind herself that she had her own life, she could relax and she was safe here. When she asked Amelia to join her, Amelia immediately grinned and threw her cigarette on the ground. "Yeah I'd really like that. Honestly I'm always down for one."

"I couldn't agree more. As much as I love a sit-down meal, there's something to be said about being able to eat on the go." Though Eden was usually pretty on top of things when it came to time management, there was the odd occasion where she would have to eat breakfast in the car on the way to work. Once, there was a mishap with a bowl of cereal, and she had definitely learned her lesson (and still sometimes found a stray cornflake hidden somewhere in the car). The mood between the two women was definitely lighter now than it had been. "Would you maybe like to join me for a chocolate milkshake? All this talk is making me really want one."

[alejandro-fontenelle]

INTRODUCING

[ rafael silva | 30 | cis man | he/him ] Hey, look! It’s [ALEJANDRO "ALEX" FONTENELLE] at [ENERGY ZONE]. Did you know they [WORK] there as a [PERSONAL TRAINER]? I guess they’re from [EAST HAVEN] and have been in town for [30 YEARS], living in [DOWNTOWN]. I also heard they’re a little [SELFISH], but also very [FORGIVING] which definitely makes sense.

TWs under the cut: car accident, death, foster care, infidelity

BIOGRAPHY

-Alejandro was born to two Brazilian immigrants and after they were both tragically killed in a car accident when Alejandro was a year old, he went into foster care. Thankfully he found a loving family in the Fontenelle's home and was adopted when he was five years old. 

-While he always knew he was gay, Alex wasn't ready to share that part of himself with the world for a long time. He feared the rejection that might come with being different and ended up dating his best friend in high school, Isla Ricci, so that no one would think twice about it. She knew who he was at his core but being the good friend she was, she never outed him to anyone.

-Alex played baseball all through childhood as his adoptive parents Shani and Ken required him and all his siblings to learn some kind of skill; either an art or athletic skill. He earned a scholarship to Arizona State University and left for college after he graduated high school. 

-While in college, away from his small town life, Alex finally came out as gay and started openly dating a man. He majored in kinesiology and was 22 years old when he was drafted to play third base for the Los Angeles Dodgers. 

-LA was everything Alex hoped it would be. He was thriving in his new job and loved feeling like he was part of something. He played 5 years of professional baseball and was on his way to being a major player in the game when he got caught up in a scandal. He was caught sleeping with the Dodgers team manager, a married man, and when his wife exposed them, Alex was released from his contract and had no choice but to move home to East Haven when he was 28, career over. 

-Since then Alex has been working as a personal trainer the last 3 years and has done his best to keep his head down, hoping that not too many people had heard about what happened in LA. 

[actress4him]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 19 - College AU

This is the Brumaria College AU, more chapters of which can be found on the masterlist. It’s a little glimpse into Kamaria’s first relationship, pre-Bruno. Kane belongs to Izzy and is used with permission! I used the whole prompt song as inspiration for this one.

Taglist: @painful-pooch

The Shadow of Death Masterlist

No. 19: “I’m in love with the way you hate me.”

Contains: lady whump, abusive relationship, hitting, noncon touch, noncon kissing, emotional abuse, references to past minor whump, foster care references, referenced parental abuse

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He’s nice, at first. Buys Kamaria coffee at the cafe on campus. Recommends the best professors, and tells her which ones to stay away from. Helps her set up her schedule for the semester. Walks her back to her dorm at night. 

He treats her like…a person. Maybe not an equal, because there’s always that underlying thread of superiority, of implications that she’s stupid and weak. But she is weak, and she is stupid, sometimes, so she never protests. Her father treats her the same way, without any of the nice parts, and all the foster parents and social workers did, too, so it’s refreshing just to have someone see her and go out of their way to help her out without it being their job. 

When he asks her to go out with him, she’s…confused. But she doesn’t see any reason to say no. She’d never imagined herself in a relationship, but this is what you’re supposed to do in college, right? Normal girls say yes when a nice, handsome guy asks them out. In fact, she’s sure there are other girls, much more normal and smart than her, who would love for Alonso Kane to ask them out. 

So she says yes. And they start dating. 

The nice, out of the way gestures don’t last. She didn’t really expect them to. He grows more impatient with her, more demanding of her time, and gets upset when she can’t fulfill his every wish. His time is his own, of course, to spend however he wants it, but she’s not allowed to make plans without his approval. 

Kamaria easily falls into the motions of doing whatever it takes to appease him. She’s been doing it since she was twelve, there’s nothing new about any of this. Every foster family comes with their own set of rules, and she went through more than she cared to keep count of in two years. Their reactions to those rules being broken varied greatly, but as an “angry child” she mostly got placed with the ones that had the more extreme reactions. 

Her father is the exact same way, only with even more impossible rules to keep. Kane’s are at least fairly easy to keep track of. 

It’s not all bad, either. He’s the only person she has to talk to, and he still takes her out sometimes to football games or to get ice cream or coffee. His advice might be delivered in a cruel, impatient manner, but it’s still good advice. And yes, he likes to dictate what she eats and wears, but he’s spending his own money on her. She doesn’t have any money to spend on extra things, her father only gives her what she needs for the necessities, so it’s all a treat to her. 

The fact that she hates the way he treats her, that this is exactly what she was happy to get away from when she moved off to college, shouldn’t be important. This is life, this is how life works.

And she deserves it, anyway. As soon as they became officially boyfriend and girlfriend, he tried to kiss her. She may have freaked out a little. He has a right to be angry about that. She lets him kiss her now, but she hates it, and she’s sure he can tell that. She won’t let him go any farther, either, is extremely adamant about kissing being as far as they will ever go, and it’s no secret that he isn’t happy. He still pushes her, tries to put his hands on her, and gets mad when she gets all tense and scared. 

Reminding her of her father is one thing. She never imagined him reminding her of Roderick, too. 

But all of that means she’s a bad girlfriend, and it’s fine for him to punish her for it.

The first time he hits her comes as no surprise. She can take a hit, she’s used to that, too. Kane seems a little miffed when she doesn’t burst into tears, but she apologizes and fixes her mistake, so he doesn’t care too much. He learns fairly quickly that the threat of hitting her is a good way to make her even more obedient, just like she learned quickly as a teen that being obedient was a good way to make sure she didn’t get hit as much. 

Their relationship is exhausting. He picks her up for a football game, compliments the clothes and jewelry that he picked out for her, holds her hand on the walk to the stadium, drinks beer and chats with his frat brothers while completely ignoring her through the whole game, gets mad at her for saying she needs to get back and study when the game is done and nearly knocks her off the bleachers, makes fun of her with his friends, walks her back to her dorm way too late, starts talking about how beautiful she is outside her door, kisses her until her skin is crawling and she’s about to panic, and punches her in the stomach and storms off when she tells him she needs to sleep.

But it’s still better than what she’s used to. There’s nothing else better out there, at least not for someone like her. Fairy tale romances are for stories, and for perfect cheerleaders with two perfect parents and no anger issues. She firmly believes that this is as good as it’s ever going to get for her, that there’s really nothing at all wrong with it.

Until she meets Bruno.

[greywoodrpg]

𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕒 𝕒𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕒 𝕕𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕠𝕟

appears as though she was born thirty-four years ago but is actually thirty-eight, she is a siren who lives in mystic grove as a defense attorney, and she is in no pod. she looks an awful lot like ana de armas.

“Develop enough courage so that you can stand up for yourself and then stand up for somebody else.”

tw: death, cancer, violence, foster care, drugging

Nova was born right by the sea in Valencia, Spain, to a single mother of seven. She was the eldest, and so she had to help her mother to raise her younger siblings. Her mother worked as a hairdresser, so money was always tight. As a result, Nova was forced to leave school at seventeen despite being top of all of her classes, and instead get a job assisting her mother at the salon. She wanted nothing more than to finish highschool and go to university, but the money just wasn’t there. As soon as she turned eighteen, she became a cocktail waitress, making more money this way from tips. 

Tragedy struck when her mother fell ill with lung cancer, and died within six months of being diagnosed. Although she was eighteen, Nova didn’t feel that she would be able to be the sole carer of her six younger siblings, so they were taken in by various foster families. The pain of losing her mother and her siblings so quickly was too much, and Nova fled Spain, ending up in New York. She took another job as a bartender at a grimy bar in upstate New York and worked there for many years. She worked her way up, eventually becoming a bar manager, and at the age of twenty-one, she decided to try and go to university. 

Because of her incredible grades, she made it into the first year of law school with discretionary admission, studying and attending classes all day and working late into the night to pay her school fees. At the age of twenty-four, she was in her third year of her law degree, somehow managing to stay top of her class while still working ridiculous hours. It was then that she met Roman. He flirted with her, and while she had had hookups in the past, she soon developed a crush on him. The pair started hooking up after a couple of months of his regular appearances at the bar. Eventually they ended up in a relationship of sorts, although Roman would often disappear months on end, and would offer no explanation upon his return.

Their relationship lasted just over a year and a half before Roman finally disappeared for good, leaving behind no easy way to contact him. Nova was now nearly twenty-six, and in her fourth year of her law degree. She was completely distraught. Within the month of him leaving, she found out that she was pregnant. Having always wanted to be a mother, and finding the thought of ending the pregnancy of Roman’s child too difficult to even comprehend, she made the decision to keep the baby. The next few years were hell - she worked even harder than before, now juggling pregnancy and then a newborn baby while still trying to work and study. When her baby, Lucas, was just three months old, she decided to go part time with her study, setting her back a few years. It took her another four years to complete the degree, Lucas just about to start school, and her thirtieth birthday looming. 

She began work as a defense attorney, becoming one of the best in her field, and life got a little easier after that. She was making money, Lucas was at school, and things had finally begun to settle. And then when she was thirty-three, everything changed. A client she had been working with was declared guilty, and unbeknownst to her, he was a siren. In a fit of rage, he took her out to dinner under the pretense of thanking her for her help, drugged her, and took her to the sea to drown her. For a year or so, she stopped working, focusing on keeping her son well-adjusted while she figured out how to live as her new species. 

Life eventually returned to some kind of normal, and when Lucas turned nine, he began to ask questions about his father. Nova hadn’t seen or heard from Roman since his sudden departure, but she knew her baby deserved to meet his dad, and so with a little help from a fellow lawyer and using the little information Roman had told her about him and his family, she tracked him down. Finding out he lived in Greywood was a pleasant surprise - she had never been around other supernaturals before, and over a few years, she made the decision to move her little family to the town. Now, newly arrived in Greywood , she is seeking answers. Why did Roman leave her? And what will he say when he finds out he has a son?

“what power did she attain when settling in greywood?”

Nova attained the ability to sense when someone is lying. She isn’t able to identify the real truth, but if she makes eye contact with someone while they tell a lie, she is able to sense that they have spoken an untruth.

penned by... may

[javier-castillo]

BASICS.

Name: Javier Castillo Age: 30 Occupation: Barber / Weed Dealer Neighborhood: Westside Gender & Preferred Pronouns: Cis Man, He/Him Sexuality: Bisexual Face Claim: Tommy Martinez

BIOGRAPHY.

tw: deportation, death, foster care, crime

Javier was born to two immigrant parents from Venezuela in Los Angeles, California after they left Venezuela to seek out a safe place to raise a family. He has one younger sister that he hasn’t seen since he was five years old but he thinks about her all the time. When she was born there were complications and his mother had to go to the hospital. Because she and Javier’s father were undocumented, they were detained and deported shortly after Andrea was born. 

After his parents were deported, Javier was put into foster care where he and his sister were separated immediately. He was five years old and never saw his infant sister again. He bounced around foster homes all over the state for a few years until his behavior got out of control and he was sent to a group home in Half Moon Bay when he was ten. Javi spent the next few years there until he emancipated himself at sixteen.

There was never anyone who took an interest in Javier. No family to keep an eye on him, no foster parents that would love him. He learned to be self-sufficient and watch his own back at a young age. For a long time he wouldn’t let anyone close to him, pushing away every person who ever tried to be his friend. Until he moved to the group home and met the two best friends who would become his family. 

Noa and Ricky were both around his age and came from the same kinds of mess. At first Javi was skeptical that anyone could understand what he’d been through. Some of the foster homes he’d been in before coming to the group home were darker than he ever chose to speak of. To this day they’re the only ones he’s ever told about his experiences. It didn’t take long before the three of them were attached at the hip and causing chaos all over town together.

Smoking pot and petty theft kept Javier busy for a while but as he got older, the three of them started getting into more trouble. With no one to keep them accountable or guide them in the right direction, things got out of hand before he knew it. Javi started getting picked up by the cops and falling into trouble way too often. He didn’t see a future for himself that didn’t revolve around criminal activity so there was very little that motivated him to keep his shit together. Besides his budding feelings for Noa anyway.

It seemed he wasn’t the only one who felt that way though and when Ricky confessed his feelings for Noa, Javier took it hard. He got angry and pushed them both away, putting distance between them when the pair started to date. He got picked up by the cops more frequently, started selling pot and dabbling in using other drugs. It wasn’t until Noa told him that she felt something for him too that he pulled himself back from the ledge. Ricky and Javier got in a huge fight over it and before they could settle it, make things right, the unthinkable happened.

Things happened so fast after the shots were fired that night. Javier couldn’t get to Ricky in time but he could get to Noa. He threw himself on top of her and they barely escaped with their lives. He couldn’t say the same for Ricky. They’d gotten in over their heads that night, involved in something they didn’t realize was as dangerous as it was. When Ricky died that night, so did any chance of Javier ever making things right again. He did everything to push Noa away, realizing that if she didn’t get the hell out of Half Moon Bay, something or someone might come for her and that was a reality he could not live with.

Javier eventually convinced Noa to leave, but not without destroying their relationship first. He said a lot of hurtful things, it was easier to let her go if she hated him. She’d neve abandon Javier any other way and he knew that. So he broke both their hearts and never said goodbye to her, hoping that she’d find a life that was better and safer somewhere far away from here.

Nothing held any more meaning in Javier’s life and so he got himself locked up for a few years, assault and battery, possession of drugs, and grand larceny. Javi spent five years in a state penitentiary before coming back to Half Moon Bay and getting a job at a barber shop. He’s stayed out of major trouble since then, deciding that prison wasn’t his favorite place on earth and now keeps to selling weed and cutting hair.

Though he’s got a very rough exterior and doesn’t have too many people that he considers to be friends, Javi does have a good heart underneath it all. He’s terrified of letting anyone get too close to him but for those who somehow sneak past his walls, he will go to hell and back for them with no questions asked. He’s a ride or die in every sense of the word.