#rideintro.

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( samantha logan . twenty-seven . cis-female . she/her ) in texas, 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅𝐄 is known to most as ROBIN. they have been riding with the diablos for two days. they originally from NEWTON, TEXAS and the PROSPECT is known to be very INDELICATE & ENVIOUS but the other club members will tell you they are CREATIVE & BRISK. as the years go by, they’ve gained a lot of respect in the club and around town. they rarely ever drive a car but when they do WILD WOMAN by SLEEP MACHINE is usually heard blasting. ( the smell of old leather books , homemade strawberry wine , befriending black cats , messy hair that can never stay in place and constantly falls over your eyes .  )

basics.

FULL NAME: robin hayley wolfe

GENDER / PRONOUNS: cisfemale, she/her

AGE / DOB: twenty-seven, august 1st 1993

SEXUAL / ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: bisexual, biromantic

ETHNICITY: trinidadian-irish

EDUCATION: high school , bachelor in witchcraft and magic at the university of oslo

OCCUPATION: owner of an oddities shop called “ the strange and unusual ”

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: english , norwegian , french

ZODIAC: leo

PERSONALITY TYPES: INTJ-A / ravenclaw / chaotic good

DOMINANT TRAITS: adroit , choleric , alluring , candid , peculiar ,maverick , studious , vindictive , haughty 

character inspirations.

bonnie bennett , prudence , ella lopez 

background & personality.

she grew up to a single mom in newton , never knowing who her father was as her mother never liked to talk about it . it had been a mistake , a one time only , that still resulted in the best wonder her mother ever experienced . the birth of robin & she was loved dearly by the only parental figure in her life . 

robin had a childhood / teenage life so many people dreamed of . everyone wanted to be friends with her , everyone wanted to be with her . she was the cheerleader captain & prom queen . had perfect grades & never done alcohol or drugs . she was simply good . wanted to help everyone , wanted to be there for everyone . it wasn’t her intention to be popular . she just was & she certainly never acted like she was . she was the most down to earth person one could imagine . there was nothing she could complain about in her life & she already imagined to study sport science and travel the world . of course , she knew who the reapers and diablos were . some kids of some went to her school after all & caused trouble everywhere they went , but back then , robin couldn’t care less about such people . she didn’t want to be involved in crime or anything that might hurt someone .

TW : mention of death

until the day of graduation . robin was already at the school as she had arrived with friends earlier , since she was in the committee to prepare everything . her mother was supposed to follow & watch her little girl finally grow up and take the next huge important step in her life . her mother got into the car , but never made it to her destination . 

as robin got her diploma , she scanned the crowd for the most important person in her life & her heart already shattered at the sight of her not being there . this was not the behavior of the person she loved most . her mother would never be too late . right after everyone got their diploma , the principal asked for robin & led her to some police officers standing closely by . everything else from this day was simply a blur . once she had heard the words that her mother got into a car accident , she couldn’t remember anything anymore . 

for the first weeks , robin shut herself completely off . she didn’t let anyone talk to her . not even her closest friends . her world had taken a 180 degree turn & she didn’t know what to do anymore . she ignored every call she received , even from the university of columbia , where she was supposed to study . 

5 weeks after the death , a person had entered her life she never knew before . her mother never talked about her . robin’s grandma , who now lived in norway .  she had knocked permanently on the door before the young woman let her in , immediately seeing the resemblance to her mother , which caused her to breakdown yet again . but this time , she finally had someone to hold her again . for one week , her grandma stayed with her , until she gave robin the offer to move back to norway with her . and robin accepted & didn’t tell a single soul about it , besides one letter she had left at the doorway for the first person to find . 

the first year in norway was quite strange for her , as the culture and the people were completely different than what she was used to in newton . she didn’t do anything for the first year , as her heart was still healing . therefore , she had much , much time to spend time with her grandmother who turned out to be fascinated by everything related to  magic , ghosts & paranormal activities . she also had a special love for mythology , which is also why her grandmother had moved from the us to norway . at first , robin was quite confused ‘cause she certainly knew that no such thing as magic existed . but over the course of one year , her grandmother had taught her so much that her mindset completely changed . she learned to love everything her grandmother admired , especially the nature and the “ possible ” connection to ghosts . robin also excelled at tarot reading . her rather unique hobby turned her into a completely different person , but she finally learned to move on from her mother . 

if you’d have asked robin at her graduation what she would study , the straight answer would have been sport science . always sport science . there was no other possibility , as the woman was fascinated by it . but now ? she had made her way to the university of oslo , studying witchcraft and magic . yes , this is infact an official study , which she annoyingly has to explain every time . she just wanted to learn more about mythology , about the way they supposedly done magic back in the days . don’t get her wrong : she still knows that magic doesn’t exist , but she had found comfort in the world of mythology and paranormal activities . it distracted her from falling apart again , and this time for good because to this day , she cannot live without her mother . 

after finishing her studies , robin decided to first travel over the whole world & then move back to newton to honor her mother . as much as she had learned to love her grandmother , she needed to come back to the place  where she grew up . she moved back into her old house and opened up an oddities shop , selling the most peculiar items you could think of . from incredibly old books to tarot cards to crystal and skulls , she sold it . 

but since this is not bringing enough money , she also works at the local gym , teaching taekwondo , which she had learned during her time in korea during her world travel . she excells at martial arts , as this also brings back memories of her cheerleading years . 

two weeks ago , she had received a strange letter from a man she never heard of before . matthew wolfe . before she had even opened it , she knew that the surname could not mean anything good . & infact , he turned out to be her biological father . at first , she was incredibly pissed that it took the man 27 years after her birth to speak up , but while reading she found out that her mother infact had paid him to stay quiet . she didn’t want a man like him to be involved in her daughter’s life , and he apologized multiple times for listening to her . no money in the world was worth seeing his daughter for once , which now was too late . because the letter meant that he was dead . 

he explained that he was a criminal , involved in the famous motorcycle club of the diablos . he had spent quite some time in jail & surely knew that he wasn’t someone that his daughter deserved . but he also explained that he tried everyday to reach out for her , but her mother would never let him . while reading it , she turned more and more angry at her mother from keeping such a secret to her , from keeping another parental figure out of her life , even if he was bad . robin at least wanted to meet him once & now she never had the chance to . 

but she still wanted to get to know him better , know what he was like . she wanted to find out what it would have been like to grow up by his side , so she had decided to join the diablos ( only two days ago ) , who gladly took someone that was so extremely skilled at martial arts , in . obviously , she was only a prospect , trying to prove her worth to them ----- but she never expected for it to get so bloody and dangerous , but she wouldn’t dare to back down now . 

[damnaticn]

( danielle campbell. twenty-four. cis female. she/her. ) in texas, celine kovac is known to most as blue. they have been riding with the reapers for one year. they originally from baltimore and the rider is known to be very impatient & flirtatious but the other club members will tell you they are energetic & resourceful. as the years go by, they’ve gained a lot of respect in the club and around town. they rarely ever drive a car but when they do wap by cardi b, meghan thee stallion is usually heard blasting. (  oversized t-shirts, empty city streets, lipstick stains, lacy lingerie, black roses, combat boots, white-noise, neon signs, rumpled sheets & soft curled hair. )

BASIC INFO:

FULL NAME: celine bleu kovac gotti NICKNAMES:  cel, blue, b, kovac AGE / DOB: twenty-four /  august 16th GENDER / PRONOUNS: cis female / she/her SEXUALITY: pansexual CURRENT RESIDENCE: stratford OCCUPATION: reapers prospect

ABOUT:

celine’s story started before she was born, her mother once discovering that she was pregnant with the baby girl decided to move away from stratford. her situation had been caused not by a loving relationship but from a fling, nothing more than casual sex with a man that was known for just that.

not wanting her child to be just one more number she moved away to have her baby and there she stayed for a while. celine was born and raised in baltimore up until her mother started to struggle to make ends meet by herself, considering her whole life was back in stratford as well as her money maker only been doing odd jobs since moving.

so when celine was ten they moved back to her family’s home in stratford and once they were there combined with celine’s curiosity, her mother had to tell her that her father was tank gotti. the little girl took that information very well, she asked to meet him and her siblings and so she did, her mother also with this new relationship in celine’s life became more aware of the other gotti children and how some of them lacked the motherly figure and did her best to help them out.

from then on started to get more fascinated about the mc life and very much decided that she would join when the time came. however that was not what her mother wanted and celine knew she needed to make right for the woman so she went to college not really sold on that path for herself which eventually led back to the mc and so after getting a degree she joined the reapers.

her nickname comes from several different reasons, first is when she was younger she had phase in which blue was her favourite colour and was all she wore for a solid year, as well had a blue hair phase. she never knew when to stop talking about it either so it stuck, people started calling her just by blue. besides the fact that her middle name is just blue written in a different way. and of course good old cliche baby blues because of her eyes in which when she was a teen she had a fit to drop the baby.

she answers by both names but usually just the people closer to her are the ones calling her by anything besides blue and celine.

as much as she is a badass and could kick your ass if she wanted to she is baby.

celine is a very flirtatious girl, she will flirt with anything with a heartbeat and she is an expert in getting everything that she wants just by fluttering her lashes.

she’s very impulsive and doesn’t like to think about the consequences of her own actions, even if someone slapped her across the face with them she rather ignore that and do the dumb shit she was going to do.

very independent, hates letting people help her.

also very snarky specially in a bad mood. normally it only comes in form of sarcasm but yikes when she wakes up in the wrong side of the bed.

celine absolutely loves to party and drinking and you will catch her in all of them across the town.

she sucks at expressing any emotions she might be feeling and doesn’t really understand them ?? turns out all she knows is how to be promiscuous and that’s about it.

is a boiling pot of daddy issues.

[prodigalscns]

( AARON TAYLOR JOHNSON. THIRTY. CIS MALE. HE/HIM. ) in texas, CASTOR QUINN is more commonly known as QUINN. they’ve been living in stratford for and currently ARMS DEALER/BUSINESS OWNER. some say they are DANGEROUS & MERCURIAL but i’m more inclined to believe those that say they’re KNOWLEDGEABLE & ADAPTABLE. if you walk by their house, you can sometimes hear DONT STOP THE DEVIL by DEAD POSEY playing from their window. ( a trio of three perfectly placed silver rings touched with turquoise, laughing as you throw the first punch & the sound of a shot gun cocking at the back of your head. )

Castor Quinn was born before his father lost his mind. He could never really figure out if his mother had a lapse in sanity, or if she’d just followed out of blind devotion, but whatever it was? They had a life that seemed like it had belonged on the big screen rather than anywhere else. The only problem was that this story? It didn’t have a happy ending. No one had bothered to tie up the loose ends, to make the right moves to give him something to hold onto, and it left the man he was today. Broken wasn’t the word, it was too weak, but maybe incomplete. Something was still missing, something he never could quite put his finger on.

The beginning of his fathers collapse was shortly after his sixth birthday. The voices returned, he’d said. This time they were telling him that they had to go, that they had to forsake the money and the comfort for something safer, before it was too late. He was persistent in his belief that they had been overindulgent, sounding like a tired cult leader ready to take the money of the masses. Maybe at first his mother hadn’t taken him seriously, but as they days passed, he’d force her to. He’d begin to sell off their belongings one by one, withdrawing their money from the banks (you can’t trust them), and stock piling nonperishables. The books began to pile up, mumbling something about education, before finally he’d emptied the entire house with what were surely his own delusions.

He finished this master plan by moving them out into the dessert, into a home he had built piece by piece, making sure they were tracked or marked in any way. They were safe, safe, safe. He remembers the repeatition. That became their life, learning from his mother during the day, thirsting for knowledge as power at night, reading everything so that he could imagine a taste of the real world. They’d gone back to it a few times for supplies, naturally, and because despite his out right insanity, his father had one thing: privacy. Privacy out in the dessert to do what he wanted, which included building bombs and weapons, and storing all sorts of things for protection.

Castor was ten the first time he shot a gun, and he remembers thinking the recoil had broken every finger on his hand. It damn near kicked his shoulder blade out of socket, but that didn’t matter. They needed to learn, he was to be the man of the house if anything ever happened to dear old dad. So he did, he became a one man army, days spent schooling with his mother and nights spent enduring what could have easily been called torture with his father. He learned it all, mathematics with a side of hand to hand combat, english right before how to take a handgun apart in less that sixty seconds. The curriculum was wild, but it was honest, and these were all skills that would surprisingly save him later.

After all, dad did eventually die. No one ever knew if it was him that did it, or the so called God above finally cutting them a break. He moved his mother back to town almost immediately, and she cried the first week she was welcomed back to a real bed and three square meals a day. He turned their old house in the desert into storage, and continued to funnel weapons, to make them, to make a name for himself: someone who could get anything, move anything, or make anything you wanted. A dangerous man who had earned his stripes on the underground scene easily: his first deal was cut in blood to make a point, killing all but one of the men that attended the meet to make a point. That man is still a client, and he still tells the story of the way the blood ran Castor’s curls red.

Now, he’s had years to expand outside of that tiny storage shed. Castor has moved on, bigger and better things, things he has deserved for longer than he nor his now dead mother would have ever admit. He’s seen the places he’d read about in those books, the ones he had dreamed about, longed for. He’s exported some of the worlds most dangerous guns, shook hands with killers, criminals and saints all in the same breath. But he never forgot where he came from, which is why the warehouse for his front business still sits on the outskirts of town, and a small storefront restaurant he owns closer to the middle of it: it holds his mother’s name, and boasts the best breakfast in town, all her old recipes constantly maintained in both his own memory and on the tables of all the guests.

Sure, some would say the businesses and the expansion is a way to wash the money: and they wouldn’t be wrong, but it’s never just that simple. He pays his own fucked up homage to his mother in them, and then still donates both money and time monthly to a domestic abuse shelter in the area. Again, a double edged sword that could say he was just keeping up appearances, because his hands would always be dirty, but only some knew the truth. Besides, there was only a thin line between sinners and saints.

[blossomhcney]

( james ransone. forty. cis-male. he/him. ) in texas, george charlton-thomas is more commonly known as george. they’ve been living in newton for two weeks and currently con artist. some say they are opportunistic & devious but i’m more inclined to believe those that say they’re practical & charismatic. if you walk by their house, you can sometimes hear with or without you by U2 playing from their window. ( never taking no for an answer, always running and never looking back, hastily scribbled notes, always wearing a suit, ink stained fingers. ) 

PINTEREST BOARD !

NAME. george hugh charlton-thomas NICKNAME. none.  AGE. forty. GENDER. cis male. PRONOUNS. he/him. SEXUAL ORIENTATION. homosexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. homoromantic. HOMETOWN. newton. OCCUPATION. con artist. AFFILIATION. none.

ZODIAC. capricorn. POSITIVE TRAITS. practical, charismatic, capable. NEGATIVE TRAITS. opportunistic, devious, over-imaginative. LANGUAGES SPOKEN. english, french, dutch. (he is better at accents rather than speaking multiple languages)

HEIGHT. 5′10. EYE COLOR. brown. HAIR COLOR. brunet. TATTOOS. can be found on the pinterest board !

QUICK INFO.

trigger warnings: death

george thomas was the only child of dennis and gloria thomas, loved and cared for by both, though each in their own ways. gloria showed her love for george by trying to mould him into an upstanding member of society, she wanted the best for her son and she wanted him to have the best life that he could and, in a town like newton, she knew the best opportunity he had was to keep his head down and stay quiet. now, dennis, on the other hand, wanted george to grow up just like him. a crook. by the age of eight, he had successfully been handed over many of dennis’ pearls of wisdom, being capable of much more than he likely should have been if it wasn’t for his father’s constant ‘training’ as he liked to call it. it wasn’t long before gloria realised her path for george was long gone, darkened before he had even had a chance to find out what would await him on the other end if he chose to take it. 

by fifteen, he was the master of the short con. occasionally, he would get a little help if it was a two person job, but he was capable of doing so much by himself and his father was deathly proud of him for carrying on the family business, as it were. it seemed to george that the thomas’ were a long line of con artists and there was to be no disappointing his father. sure, his mother had fallen victim to the love of a good man, but that didn’t mean his career was any good. if you asked george, being a con artist was like being a regular artist. they wove beautiful tales to any unsuspecting person that should find themselves under the watchful eye of a thomas and they told them what they wanted to hear. if they wanted something for nothing, they could be taken and it was not up to george to deny them of the right to be conned when they so surely deserved it. 

the only thing that george wanted that differed to his father’s plans for him (for them) was that he wanted to get out of newton. he wanted to see the world. he wanted to explore and find himself along the way. hell, he just wanted to con as many people as he could, the ones who deserved it, anyway. he was a simple man with simple tastes and he just wanted to explore and travel and meet other family members who might be able to show him more, a better life, a more... extravagant way to live and earn. it would be foolish to say that dennis was unimpressed with this idea, but george was adamant that one day, he would get to see the world for all it was worth. he would come back, after all, this was his home. his parents were here and he wanted to stay with them as long as he could, live and die by them. they had given up so much for him, so much more than he could ever know, so how could he ever just give up on them? well, it looked like he wouldn’t have to. 

it seemed dennis was unable to give up the life he had so dearly passed onto his son, one last con, he just had to be involved with something once more. he left newton for a few weeks, a month at most. that was the plan, at least. now, george was unaware of the true details for a long time and that was, perhaps for the best, because to know that his father was killed over a con gone wrong, well it would have been the one thing that could make him give it all up. especially if his mother had lived long enough to tell him. as luck would have it, she suffered her own demise a few weeks later. a complete accident, truly, caught in what could only be described as a gang war, though the term is far more troubling than it sounds. as far as anybody knows, it was gang members and gloria stumbled into the wrong place at the wrong time. it was the last straw for george. he had always wanted to get out but now he had no reason to stay. it wasn’t long before he had sold the house and left for england. 

it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, but it was somewhere new and he had family there, so it seemed like a no brainer when he booked the ticket. and, of course, it was how he met the crew he would come to work with for years. entirely by accident, mind you. he was running a few short cons, the easiest being ‘accidentally’ bumping into somebody and lifting their wallet. it was going swimmingly, if he were to be asked, until he lifted a wallet and his was lifted at the same time. it was... sort of really strange to be caught in a situation where he was targeting somebody who had also been targeting him. the fascination only grew from there, though. that was how he met douglas and when he was introduced to douglas’ mentor, it was even more of a surprise to find that it was his grandfather, the very man he had come to england to see. ‘life has a funny way of working out’ he had said at the time and george thought that yes, it certainly did and yes, he could see he potential of having a life here, in this country, with these people. 

working with a crew was much better than working on his own. the art of the long con was something george had not had the chance to be shown by his own father, so it was somewhat poetic that the very man who had shown him the ropes all those years ago should be the one to show george. it was beautiful to watch him work, see him rope in the marks for them to weave their tales for, take them for as much as they could whilst never feeling an ounce of guilt because they deserved it, after all. and life was really good for a long time. the crew was like his new family, a found family, after all. they looked out for one another and they kept each other safe. they were not intended to be a substitute for the family he lost, but they were pretty good for it. 

it didn’t take long for him to develop feelings for douglas and that felt like a death wish. in this line of work, there was no way to have a normal life. he had seen that much with his father, he had eventually been drawn back into the not so glamorous life of a con man. he had paid for his sins with his death and george was determined not to allow that to come of himself and douglas. not because he had a few feelings. he hid them well, like he hid all things about himself during certain moments, though his grandfather was far too capable of drawing them out of him. it seemed that even with a found family, secrets were not ideal. they were the make or break of many situations. feelings also seemed to be the make of break to george, but what did he know if his grandfather was anything to go by. perhaps a con artist could have a life and still do their job without getting caught out. 

so, they gave it a go. a really good go. a few arguments here or there but who didn’t have those? they were in love and they were happy and, as far as george was concerned, that was all that mattered. his grandfather was certainly supportive in the entire ordeal, as where the other members of their crew. they were in love and not a single one of them could ever make anything else mean more than that. and, as it turns out, love is not the catalyst of every good thing in a person’s life. george did not fall in love and then his entire world crashed and burned around him. they spent a long time together with the worst thing that ever happened being a con falling through. they were never caught and convicted of anything. caught, yes, but that meant nothing if they had no evidence to put them away. so they were free, day after day, year after year. hell, they even got married a month ago. that may have been where it all went downhill. 

with every long con, there was a chance that it could go south very quickly. very dangerously. usually, the cops were the most dangerous thing about a con. but in this case, it was the mark themselves. a very wealthy businessman that was more than capable of ruining a life with the snap of his fingers. and by ruin, well he could destroy their credibility, destroy relationships, businesses, partnerships. and then, on the flip side, he could have somebody killed and nothing would trace back to him. if he thinks about it now, he might say that getting married right before a con with a mark like that was foolish, but at the time, nobody thought that. hell, they were just happy to be getting married and sealing their commitment together after so long of dancing around the subject. their marriage was not the only catalyst to the con, there were many things that were not exactly overlooked but were not airtight and that was the big thing, wasn’t it? they had to make sure that nobody would come looking for them, that they were going to be home free with such a dangerous mark. well, they got the money. and they cleared out of their hotel room before they were found, but by the skin of their teeth, practically. the decision to take some time apart, go their separate ways until it was safe for them in england again, it was mostly a joint decision. they knew they could not safely be together in england and they all needed a way out, somewhere to lay low for a while. they had to make sure they were safe and would continue to be. 

it was easy to see why george had picked newton for his safe haven. he knew the place, he was used to the streets, though they may have changed a little in the twenty years it had been since he had lived there. but it was his home, even if there were no loving parents waiting with open arms to take him back in. it was hard to convince douglas it was the right place to go but, the way george saw it, they had no choice and it had to be done. they had to go somewhere and england was no longer capable of housing them safely. so, newton it was. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

former best friends / ride or die - so we all know i love a little ride or die, so i’m thinking anybody that was on the road to their life of crime from a young age and would have been well versed in the way of mr. dennis thomas, con man extraordinaire - their parents may have been friends or even enemies ! but they were basically inseparable right up until george left newton behind. 

people he’s conned - wait a smart way for me to name this ! anyway, anybody that has been in town for the past two weeks (don’t look at me like that) has probably been subject to george lifting their wallet. this is not a dig at their intelligence, he is very good at what he does, so there is no shame in it. and the potential for anyone he may have crossed paths with over the years lies here too. PLUS anyone that was around 21 years ago would likely also have had the exact same done to them, if they were old enough for such a thing, of course. 

childhood friends - this stays being like former best friends but not necessarily to that level. but some lil friends back in the day that he can reach out to now is ......... sexi pls and thanks

this is all i have in the way of wanted connections thus far but please do feel free to send me any you have because wbk i love to plot

[wrrgod]

( SEBASTIAN STAN. THIRTY FIVE. CIS MALE. HE/HIM. ) in texas, ADRIAN LUPU is more commonly known as WOLF. they’ve been living in stratford for A MONTH and currently AN FBI AGENT. some say they are STOIC & SECRETIVE but i’m more inclined to believe those that say they’re DEBONAIR & INTUITIVE. if you walk by their house, you can sometimes hear BLAME IT ON ME by POST MALONE playing from their window. ( late night drives, losing yourself in work, only falling apart when alone, the patter of raindrops on glass windows, a never ending memory played on a loop. )

NAME. adrian lupu. NICKNAME. wolf, ian. AGE. thirty five. GENDER. cis male. PRONOUNS. he/him. SEXUAL ORIENTATION. bisexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. biromantic. HOMETOWN. constanţa, romania. OCCUPATION. fbi agent ( undisclosed ).

POSITIVE TRAITS. debonair, intuitive, dedicated & hardworking. NEGATIVE TRAITS. stoic, secretive, reserved & deceitful. LANGUAGES SPOKEN. english, romanian, spanish.

HEIGHT. 6′5 EYE COLOR. blue. HAIR COLOR. brown. TATTOOS. tba.

QUICK INFO.

trigger warnings: death, mentions of the military.

born in romania though it wasn’t long before the family fled to america; whether they were chasing the american dream or simply looking for new horizons, a breath of fresh air, adrian doesn’t know. he never thought to ask. it was enough that his parents always worked hard to provide him with the best life that they could.

they moved to stratford, texas — not a wealthy family by financial means, but there was love there. his mother used to say that that’s all they needed; the rest they could work on, with time. adrian, however, couldn’t help but want more. strive for more, ache for more, long for more, look for more. more, more, more. it was like a mantra always playing on his head.

he wanted to make something of himself, wanted to make his parents proud, wanted to be able to provide a better life for the two people who’d seemingly given everything up for him. they deserved better and he wanted to be the one to offer that to them, because who would be better to do that than their son?

growing up in stratford meant growing up with the reapers. although he wasn’t close to the club by any means, everyone knew that they controlled the town, one way or another. he was okay with that, really. all he wanted to do was work on himself to be able to achieve the many things he dreamed of.

as soon as he could, he enlisted in the military, a decision that would change everything for him, even if he didn’t know back then. it wasn’t long after he had to leave their town to fulfill his duties that he got the news that his parents had passed away — killed, in what appeared to be a drug deal gone wrong. or a robbery. investigations were never quite clear and it wasn’t like his family was influent enough to inspire more. all in all, they mostly kept to themselves, just taking it day by day. his parents simply happened to be at the wrong place, at the wrong time, and they sadly paid the price.

of course he blamed himself for it. he’d been away, fighting his own demons and battles and maybe there was nothing he could’ve done had he been home, but living with the what ifs almost destroyed him. he was their only son, their only family and they were his, and he wasn’t even around for their last moments. couldn’t do so much as say goodbye.

he knew he needed a change of scenery after that; a change in everything. the desire to make his parents proud and strive for more still rang true, and so began his journey to become a federal agent. he worked his way up towards that goal, focused as ever ( and welcomed the distraction of training and studying with open arms ). he’s been an agent for years now, and his newest assignment brings him to stratford once again, to the place where he considers to be the starting point of all good ( and bad ) things in his life; this time, to look into the doings of the motorcycle clubs that, unsurprisingly, still run straton.

very much a reserved person. not one to confide in anyone about anything, even though he can be charismatic and seemingly open to new connections and relationships. also incredibly stoic, his true feelings and thoughts are usually anybody’s guess because he doesn’t let anything transpire.

[erraticisms]

( VICTORIA PEDRETTI. TWENTY SEVEN. CISFEMALE. SHE/HER. ) in texas, CASSIOPEIA JOHNSON is known to most as CASSIE. they have been riding with the reapers for TWO YEARS. they originally from SEATTLE and the GROUPIE is known to be very ERRATIC & CARELESS but the other club members will tell you they are INTELLIGENT & LIVELY. as the years go by, they’ve gained a lot of respect in the club and around town. they rarely ever drive a car but when they do HABITS by TOVE LO is usually heard blasting. ( empty pill bottles scattered everywhere, hazy thoughts and messed up words, laddered tights paired with worn out vans, the hum of a tattoo gun, bright computer screens illuminating a dark room at 2am. ) [ beth. 24. gmt. she/her. ]

tw for death, domestic abuse and drug use!

backstory !!

✦ cassiopeia johnson was born to lynn and gerald johnson on february 7th 1993 three minutes behind her older brother cepheus. they were named after stars (and not the husband and wife duo from mythology) because gerald worked for nasa and lynn just loved them

✦ cassie and ceph had an incredibly loving and happy childhood. they wanted for very little and often took trips out hiking and camping in national parks to be under the stars. cassie and ceph were very close. they were best friends.

✦ tragedy struck when the twins were 17 and their parents died in a car crash. cassie always blamed herself as they were on their way to pick her up after an art class. 

✦ this was the beginning point for cassie’s spiral. she met her first boyfriend around about this time, but he was from a bad crowd. cassie was grieving and wanted to not feel. he brought her into a world of drugs to help her forget. 

✦ she was stuck in a cycle and a toxic relationship for about two years. in this time it caused a big rift between her and ceph. he was concerned for her future, mental well being and physical health, as her boyfriend had began to hit her.

✦ while cassie finished high school, she flunked her opportunity to go to college. ceph was disappointed in her about this as she was the brains of the family. it took their grandmother dying for cassie to change her ways and realise how important family was to her, since their was only her and her brother yet.

✦ she got cleaned and got rid of her boyfriend. she applied to college again and her and ceph moved there together. they had a decent amount of money to fall back on since ceph wasn’t using his college fund.

✦ cassie was incredibly smart and studied computer science. she had a knack for hacking, but at this point in her life didn’t really use it for any illegal means or gain.

✦ finally when cassie was 23 she graduated with a degree, while ceph had made his way up to a manager of a business. life seemed to be going well for them both. but then cassie fell back into her old ways of recreational drug use.

✦ recreational drug use turned into daily drug use. she tried to hide it from her brother at first until they were on a trip with their friends and he found her stash. she promised she would change and pretend to throw them away.

✦ but she still had some left. and when it was her time to drive, she did so high. she though she would be okay, the road quiet and it was night. but her reactions weren’t as quick as she though they were.

✦ cassie was the only survivor of the crash. her brother and two friends as well as her current girlfriend all died because of her actions. she’s not set foot inside a car again.

✦ ever since that event (about three years ago) cassie has just been moving around from town to town. mostly making money from hacking or tattooing. constantly high about 95% of the time.

✦ she joined the reapers when she met west and he helped her out of a bad spot. she’s been loyal to him and them ever since. though, you can still catch her partying with a diablo every now and again

personality !! 

✦ cassie has always been a little on the weird side. head has always been up in the clouds. she’s always lived in her own little fantasy and not wanted to knowledge reality and the world around her

✦ this has only been enhanced by her drug use. she’s frankly weird af. sometimes laughs to herself, constantly doesn’t pay attention to conversations and often ends up saying random things

✦ very adventurous. always up for some stupid shit at 2am

✦ but she does have her burn out days. days where she’s not high. they’re awful and she’s incredibly closed off on them. refuses to speak, will refuse to come out of her room

✦ she’s so smart tho??? like loves learning about random shit and will sprout unwanted facts out of nowhere 

✦ hire her to hack for u. she can p much get into anything. police records, bank accounts, medical history. u name it. she mostly does her hacking in the middle of the night

✦ also hire her to tattoo you!!!!!! she’s v good and talented and honestly could make a good living on it if she got her act together. 

that’s all i have for now pls love me 

[melancholaes]

( ANDY BIERSACK. THIRTY. CIS MALE. HE/HIM. ) in texas, KALEN LANDRY is known to most as FANG. they have been riding with the diablos for THEIR WHOLE LIFE. they originally from NEWTON and the TAIL GUNNER is known to be very DOUBTFUL & PASSIVE  but the other club members will tell you they are PROTECTIVE & FEARLESS. as the years go by, they’ve gained a lot of respect in the club and around town. they rarely ever drive a car but when they do IN THE END by LINKIN PARK is usually heard blasting. ( PALE SKIN COVERED IN TATTOOS, FINGERLESS BLACK GLOVES, THE HUM OF MUSIC FROM OUTSIDE A NIGHTCLUB, SMOKING IN AN ALLEY, POLICE SIRENS IN THE DISTANCE. )

trigger warnings; sexual & physical assault mentions.

his childhood was fairly normal; born to a hair dresser and an accountant, he was the first of three with his brother and sister following after him, layla and drew. their family was tight-knit, and shared a lot with each other. one of these moments being when his sister came to him in confidence, with a single phonecall, asking him to pick her up form a party where some guy hadn’t stopped despite her protests. she never told him who the guy was, and out of their whole family, kalen was the only one whom she told, but his already protective nature just grew from there.

while his sister went off to become a doctor, and moved out of state, his brother got off on an athletic scholarship which took him to UofT in Austin. his parents moved out of straton county when he was around twenty two years old, and though he keeps contact with all of them, it’s now just him. in town.

he earned the nickname fang when he was around nineteen and got his neck tattoo; batman as a vampire with bloody fangs. of course, he has a plethora of tattoos all over his body but this one sticks out for obvious reasons.

kalen has always been the cool, calm and collected type. he doesn’t have much of a temper, and never really got into many fights. motorcycles had always intrigued him, and with his blood family moving away, he thought that the diablos could become a close second, so he joined. it didn’t take him long to move up the ranks from prospect to rider, to tail gunner. he also got a job being security for deseo for a little while, which is where the trouble happened.

it was later in a shift when he stepped out of the club for a cigarette. general chatter was heard outside but about half way through the dart, he heard a female’s voice raising, followed by some hushing. rounding the corner of the building, he notice some old (clearly intoxicated) customer forcing himself on one of the girls. even if the same thing had not happened to his sister, he would have defended this girl. but all he saw was layla. he never had a temper, but his savage heart and fierce need to protect took over. his fists were bloody when he was finally yanked off the man.

a murder charge hung over his head while the man laid in a hospital bed. it was nearing a week after that night that the stranger woke up, and kalen’s potential murder charge shrunk into assault and battery. what could have been a life sentence was now seven years. 

he got out in five on good behaviour. he didn’t act out, he kept his head down while inside, and he did his duties. now, he is back to newton and the club, fresh out of prison.

despite being covered in tattoos and generally looking intimidating, the prison sentence and his over all preceding reputation, he is actually a pretty nice guy. he never wanted to spill blood, he never wanted to even fight when he didn’t need to. he sure as hell didn’t want to (nearly) kill anyone. he has a good heart and a stable head on his shoulders. he can kind of come off as otherwise because he can sometimes be a little quiet and just linger about, and the fact that he doesn’t try to correct anyone who mentions him being a bad guy or anything along those lines, because he doesn’t see the point? the people who matter (the club) know the truth about what happened, as does his family. 

[gcttis]

NAME            :  Adrianna Naomi Goncalves Amor

NICKNAMES :  Ade, Anna, Adri, Lovey

AGE               : Twenty-four

BIRTH DATE  : April tenth

HOMETOWN : Newton, TX

ZODIAC         : Aries

AFFILIATION  :  None

JOB                :  Unemployed

SEXUALITY    :  Bisexual

STATUS          :  Single

RELIGION      :  Agnostic

RECORD        : None

POSITIVES     : Alert, independent, sociable, charismatic, intelligent, imaginative, witty, responsible, methodical.

NEGATIVES    : Hotheaded, blunt, indulgent, aggressive, reactive, vindictive, abrasive, argumentative, disobedient.

INSPIRED BY : Lily Kane, Mandy Milkovich, Dade Murphy, Claudia Donovan, Annabeth Chase, Jessica Jones, Katniss Everdeen, Letty Ortiz, Penelope Garcia.

adrianna was raised in stratford, the daughter of a missing mother and a father that might as well have been gone too with how much he spent with the club rather than his own daughter

he was a reaper, just a regular rider, who spent all of his time at the clubhouse while adrianna basically got by thanks to the kindness of their neighbors and her own smarts

she learned to take care of herself really quickly, getting herself to school, doing her own homework, making her own food, etc. her dad would leave wads of cash around the apartment and had a direct deposit to pay the bills so she would take that money to pay for food, school supplies, and all that jazz

she got really into math and science at school, excelling in those categories and signing up for all the little clubs that had to do with them. by the time she was in middle school, she was a tech whiz and could work a computer inside & out. she began fixing phones and computers for a fee back then, which then led to her looking into hacking so soon she was hacking into school systems to change grades for a price too.

in high school, she ventured out of her nerd zone and got into volleyball and softball as well as attending more parties, dating around more, etc but what she was most known for was her attitude

adrianna had a bit of a short temper and a smart mouth, god help you if you pissed her off. she was a bit of mean girl but only to those that truly deserved it, saving her nicer sarcastic remarks for the neutral folks around her. she loves an argument, especially one she knows she can win, and it helped that she could always match her bark with her bite considering she could kick some serious ass if she wanted to

her love for computers and her avid participation in science fairs, technology internships, and all that jazz landed her a prestigious full ride to caltech, one she accepted with a quickness bc she desperate to get tf outta stratford

there, she calmed down, argued with people less, really became an overall better person personality wise. criminally, she became a hacker for hire, doing plenty of high profile jobs for various criminals around san francisco and stacking up her bank account pretty high so she could retire extremely early. she graduated caltech with honors and a degree in computer science and a minor in mathematics

her father’s passing (of a heart attack) was what brought her back to the small county a couple months back, going back to their little condo which she’s been meaning to sell and the people she’s been meaning to forget

now that she’s back, and continuously extending her stay seeing as how money is not particularly an issue for her, she’s gotten to reknow the town and offer her services to the highest bidder though out of loyalty to her father, she usually gives preferential treatment to the reapers plus they can certainly afford her high ass fee

fun facts ! she speaks fluent portuguese, spanish, french, japanese, and russian - conversational mandarin, arabic, & hindi, has a doberman named lucifer, loves going to batting cages to blow off some steam, has a bit of a spending habit and loves to shop, she has an expansive shoe collection but she’s almost always wearing heels, secretly loves reality tv, can’t bake but loves to cook, doesn’t remember a single thing about her mother other than that she left, has a whole computer set up like the stereotypical hacker in the movies with multiple monitors and all that jazz, will still absolutely fight a bitch

[ofvagabxnds]

( LINDSEY MORGAN. TWENTY EIGHT. FEMALE. SHE/HER. ) in texas, OLIVIA ESCARRA (GOTTI) is more commonly known as LIV. they’ve been living in stratford for FIVE HOURS and currently UNEMPLOYED. some say they are DECEITFUL & CALLOUS but i’m more inclined to believe those that say they’re CURIOUS & QUICK. if you walk by their house, you can sometimes hear BELLYACHE by BILLY EILISH playing from their window. ( warm clothes stolen from the dryer in a fluorescent laundromat, a st. jude hidden except for swift kisses for luck, bobby pin keys, and chili powder lined beer bottles. )

basics

Full Name: Oliva Antionette Escarra Gotti

Nickname(s): Liv

Age: 28

Date of Birth: November 15, 1992

Zodiac Sign: Cancer

Place of Birth: San Diego, California

Nationality: American

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Romantic Orientation: Biromantic

Religion: Catholic

Occupation: Unemployed

Language(s) Spoken: English, Spanish

physical appearance

Face Claim: Lindsey Morgan

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Height: 5’5”

Weight: 127 lbs or 55 kg

Build: Slim Athletic

personality

Positive Traits: Curious, Quick, Efficient, Humorous

Negative Traits: Deceitful, Callous, Crass, Presumptuous

Goals/Desires: She’s in town to learn more about the man in the photograph she knows to be her dad. Beyond that, she literally has nothing. 

Fears: Snakes, Black Moths, La Llorana

Hobbies: She’s pretty good with engines of any kind, Reading, Lying

Quirks: She wears a St. Jude charm around her neck at all times, as well as a ring of her mother’s. Constantly fidgeting. 

biography

Oliva Escarra knows that at some point her mother did not always refer to her father as an hombre estupido because of two very obvious reasons. One was Liv’s literal presence, the other was a faded Polaroid of them smiling from behind the handlebars of his bike. But honestly? That’s about all she knows for certain. Her mother had been working just across the border in Southern California when she became pregnant, but after a few years, she realized that the short amount of time she spent with Liv’s father was not worth the months she spent waiting around for him to return. Without leaving so much as a note in the small apartment, Antonia Escarra took her toddler and returned to her family in Monterrey, Mexico. 

Oliva spent most of her childhood there, and no matter how often she asked her mother about the mysterious man in the picture, the man she knew to be her father, Antonia kept mum on the subject. Their relationship grew strained because of the lack of communication, which only grew with each passing year.  Antonia’s sister, Paulletta, still lived in the States, and after years of begging, Olivia was able to move into the small apartment with her aunt (though it killed her mother to let her go). She tried high school, but considering she held a knack for skipping more days than she attended and her aunt worked too many shifts to make sure the teen was actually going, she ended up dropping out before she turned 16. 

As a consolation, she took a test to earn her GED, but instead of following in her family’s footsteps, she found herself drawn to more mechanical things. Olivia managed to convince a local automotive shop to allow her to work there, apprenticing under the mechanics while she earned a measly rate. It didn’t matter. Olivia was sharp, picking up on craft with an incredible speed that left her boss awed. She stayed there for years, and probably would have remained if she and her aunt had not fallen out about Olivia’s lacking relationship with her mother. Shortly after Liv turned eighteen, a simple comment on her aunt’s behalf held the younger girl blowing up. She gathered what little savings she had and bought a bus ticket. 

Since then, Olivia has bought quite a few bus tickets. Her MO is always the same. She breezes into town with little more than the bag on her back, leaving behind apartments, even vehicles, once she realized the routine she was falling into only made her more restless. Work is always easy to find, especially for a skilled mechanic, and she hasn’t made many attachments that make it hard to pick up and leave over the years. It wasn’t until she was arrested in Amarillo, Texas on a DUI charge that she realized why she had never felt settled in any town she landed. While sitting in the holding cell, she noticed a familiar face staring back at her from a mugshot hung on the wall.

As if in a haze, she realized the face was none other than the one she’d been staring at on that same tattered photograph, and after she sobered up, she managed to get the on duty officer to tell her where she could find out about the man in the picture. She hopped a bus again, this time heading for Stratford, this time hoping she was enjoying the last bus ride she would ever need. 

tidbits

Olivia could win gold medals in sleeping. She can do it literally anywhere, anytime.  She speaks both English and Spanish fluently, and often is caught slipping between the two if she’s excited, angry, or tired.  Has an incredible tolerance for shots.  She wouldn’t call herself a devout Catholic, but she does wind up in a confessional every once and awhile.  Hasn’t spoken to her mother in about two years.  Very superstitious Oh, and in case you haven’t realized, she’s one of dem Gotti kids. 

[discsters-a]

( colin o’donoghue . thirty-seven . cis male . he / him . ) in texas, 𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑳𝑬𝒀 𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑨𝑵  is more commonly known as FINN. they’ve been living in stratford for THIRTEEN YEARS and currently A POLICE OFFICER / EX REAPER. some say they are  DISPUTATIOUS & BRAZEN but i’m more inclined to believe those that say they’re CONSCIENTIOUS & CAPTIVATING. if you walk by their house, you can sometimes hear SCARS by I PREVAIL playing from their window. ( crystal blue eyes hiding an inner storm , wears a dozen rings regardless of the occasion , cups of coffee left to go cold as you preoccupy your time with work )

basics.

FULL NAME : finley cole milligan

GENDER / PRONOUNS : cis male, he/him

AGE / DOB : thirty-seven, july 2nd 1983

SEXUAL / ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : pansexual, panromantic

ETHNICITY : irish

EDUCATION : high school , criminal law bachelor at oxford university

OCCUPATION : police officer at stratford sheriff's office

LANGUAGES SPOKEN : english , french , irish , german

ZODIAC : cancer

PERSONALITY TYPES : ESTJ-T / gryffindor / lawful good

background & personality .

he was born to cillian & lorraine milligan in dublin , ireland on a beautiful summer night . his older brother , benjamin , was incredibly proud to finally call himself a big brother , even though he was just 4 years old at the day of finley's birth .

he had a beautiful childhood & teenage years , he couldn't complain about a single thing . he was incredibly smart & the teachers praised him high . he was on the football team , had his first girlfriend with only 13 & to this day , can't forget her , later on he realized that he doesn't just like women , but that he has no preference on who he likes , that the gender didn't matter . of course , his entire family was completely accepting . finley was and is still incredibly grateful to his family & he'd do everything for them in a heartbeat.

especially for his big brother , benni . the two siblings were unbelievably close and not a day went by where they didn't hang out together . at the beginning , they still played with cars together , later on they sat together on the roof , smoking and telling each other their biggest and darkest secrets . there was nothing these two didn't know about each other . they were inseparable .

when benni was 17 , he slowly started to hang out with more of a bad crowd . his parents and finn himself would never speak up against smoking weed , drinking alcohol , but it got too much . his older brother didn't have himself under control anymore , anger ( and no one could explain where that was coming from ) took over him more and more . when he was only 19 , he had managed to get into prison for 5 years for beating a man nearly to death . he got out after 3 .

at this time , finley had already decided to study criminal law at oxford university . mainly , he did it to help his brother , to help him with his issues , to be able to protect him . but in general , he always just wanted justice . to protect everyone . thanks to his amazing notes in high school , it was easy for him to get into one of the most well known universities in the world .

benni got out while finley was still studying , and he didn't have a proper chance to see him . all he received was a call from big brother , telling him how sorry he was , but he had met his love of his life while being in prison ( a fact that finley could still roll his eyes at because for his brother , every second girl was the perfect girl ) and he'd move to stratford in texas with her . apparently she knew a biger gang there where her father belonged to , and she wanted to be a part of it, too . to be closer to her old man .

while he finished his studies , he was extremely mad for his brother for leaving him alone , but he did understand . love made people do crazy things . just like he loved his brother , after everything , to pieces and couldn't imagine a life without him . so , after getting his bachelor degree and being 24 , he instantly moved to the us , to stratford as well . the first time he saw his brother , he had introduced himself as a reaper . the chick by his side was already long gone again , but his brother had decided to stay with the motorcycle club .

to finn's own surprise , his brother had managed to convice him to join the club , so they could be reunited again . and while finn wanted to do the right thing in the world , fight against criminals , his love for his brother was simply bigger & he wanted to stay by his side .

he only worked as a secretary for the club , he wasn't the one that got out and did the dirty work . mainly , because he still didn't want to be associated with them . he wasn't able to hurt someone simply to get what he wanted , or worse , kill them . he just took care of the records & helped a lot with keeping the other members out of prison thanks to his criminal law study . however , he never truly felt comfortable in the club , but he stayed for his brother .

TW : death , slight mention of depression

he was 27 , when his brother got into a fatal motorcycle crash that ripped him away from the world . and finley had nothing else to live for . what would he do without his brother ? the one person he had truly loved since they were little kids , he would have done everything for . the first year of grief was utterly horrible for him . he didn't eat . he didn't sleep . he was a living corpse that just waited for each day to pass away , hoping that it'd hurt a little less the next time he woke up . the club of course understood , gave him time , but finley was pissed at them . his death wouldn't have happened if his brother didn't join the reapers in the first place .

after a year of dark thoughts & a tired body , finley knew something had to change . he had to do better , and he wouldn't get the reapers ( or that stupid other motorcycle club ) get away with it . too much blood was on their hands , and finley promised it to himself to serve justice for those people that died at the hands of the two clubs .

with only a letter , he dropped out of the club & joined the police academy . thanks to him working more in the shadow of the club , he didn't have a criminal record and with his criminal law bachelor he had the best requirements . it didn't take him long to finish and has been serving justice in the city of stratford for 9 years now . and he'll never forget the promise to himself to avenge his brother's death .

[damnaticn]

( madelyn cline. twenty-three. cis female. she/her. ) in texas, aurora jenkins is more commonly known as rory. they’ve been living in newton for one year and currently journalist. some say they are brazen & blunt but i’m more inclined to believe those that say they’re debonair & adaptable. if you walk by their house, you can sometimes hear seashore by the regrettes playing from their window. ( falling asleep on the couch, empty fields, messy hair, bullet journals, ripped skinny jeans. )

BASIC INFO:

FULL NAME: aurora belinda jenkins NICKNAMES:  rory, ror AGE / DOB: twenty-three /  march 8th GENDER / PRONOUNS: cis female / she/her SEXUALITY: pansexual HOME TOWN: new york city, ny CURRENT RESIDENCE: newton OCCUPATION: journalist / investigative reporter

ABOUT:

aurora was the third and last child to be born in the jenkins family and although she still had her parents it was not them that she thought of when she looks back to her life. since a young age all she knows is how her sister had to step up and take care of her, she was the last and she definitely didn’t suffer with the negletive nature of her parents and she knew that was only because she had her sisters looking out for her. 

she is from new york and lived a good part of her life there that was until her oldest sister moved to newton and she still young begged her to take her with her as she did not want to be left alone with their parents. so she moved to newton with her sister, she lived her teen years there and was very intrigued by the towns history and honestly just wanted to learn about it all.

rory then decided to go back to new york for college and barely ever came back to newton after that, but after she finished her studies and worked a bit in the industry she knew the best story she could write was about the town she grew up on so she happily packed her bags back up and came back to newton.

since coming back rory has been doing a lot of snooping and putting her nose on matters that do not concern her but she does not care, because when she puts her mind to something she will do anything to get it.

she’s a very practical thinker and big on over thinking, she will play out a scene in her head multiple times before she acts on it, she needs to know every possible scenario to make sure she is in control of it.

but she also is not afraid to be bold, if she wants the information or anything that might be she will do the most random and weirdest shit because she is no ashamed of anything honestly.

rory honestly mastered the art of being charming to get what she wants, she is good at playing the part whatever that may be and just get other people to do the dirty work for her.

she also says whatever in on her mind with no problem, she is not afraid to hurt someone’s feelings by stating what she thinks and that got her into a lot of trouble in life.

you can probably find rory on the diner just writing or you can find her sticking her nose into business that do not concern her but she is always there

[wcstlcys]

( IMOGEN POOTS. THIRTY. CIS-FEMALE. SHE/HER. ) in texas, FRANCINE WOLFF is more commonly known as FRANKIE. they’ve been living in stratford  for THIRTY YEARS and currently a PARAMEDIC. some say they are AMORAL & MEEK but i’m more inclined to believe those that say they’re UNPREDICTABLE & BENEVOLENT. if you walk by their house, you can sometimes hear UNDER THE GRAVEYARD by OZZY OSBOURNE playing from their window. ( trembling hands , blood stained uniform , torn up medical books , chipped nail polish ) 

[ BLOOD, DRUGS, DRUG ABUSE & ADDICTION, OVERDOSE TRIGGER WARNINGS ]

basics.

* goes by frankie – will cry if you call her francine

* panromantic / pansexual

*  

* has a fairly nasty pill habit

* horror movie fanatic 

* has a fairly nasty pill habit  

* frankie is one of the only members of her family who did not choose a career within the police department

* major family issues

* very obscure sense of morals, mostly just wants to help people even if that means breaking the law 

about.

✘ frankie has spent her entire life in stratford, for no other reason that she does not know where else to go. generations of her family have grown up here and never left – so why should she ?? she feels as if she’s stuck and should simply remain.

✘ with her father and grandfather being both deputies within the sheriffs department, along with her siblings as well,  frankie has always felt pressured by their reputation. especially with their very much outspoken hatred towards the gangs within town. perhaps it was her rebilious phase settling in, but she found herself drawn towards those groups. outlaws of any kind, really. anything that screamed the entire opposite of her family.

✘ frankie’s interest in medicine comes from an unusual source. she’s had a strange fascination with blood and violence from a young age. something about it simply just attracts her and she can’t particularly place a finger on it. in fact, the interest bothers her quite greatly at times. she tries her best to ignore it and tries to place it into a practical sense. which is why she chose to go into the field of EMS, she could fuel her obsession without anyone batting an eye, and at the same time she could help people.

✘ while frankie is a paramedic, she’s an incredibly corrupt one. a lot of her patients end up being criminals, a lot of the time in trouble with the law or hold the potential to be in some sort of trouble. she’s helped people escape custody at the hospital numerous times, failed to report things she should to the police, smuggle out medications and supplies from the hospital, and everything in between. she neither views her actions as right or wrong, she’s simply just helping out people when she can.

✘ a lot of her paramedic work also happens off duty, where she’s called into sketchy situations because people can’t go to the hospital in fear of being caught or questioned by the police. she can no longer keep track of the amount of times she’s had to stitch up someone in a poorly lit room with limited supplies at her disposable. but she does it every time, without question.

✘ [ DRUG TRIGGER WARNING ] while on the outside, frankie seems to handle her job just fine, more times than not she had to self-medicate in order to keep her nerves in check. she witnesses a lot of tragedy, death and grief in her lifetime and she has to keep her composure somehow. she refuses to believe she has an addiction, and for those who are aware of it she simply denies it all. her addiction has caused a near constant tremble in her hands, only disappearing when she’s hyper focused on her work. it’s a characteristic she tries to ignore, and shrugs her shoulders when pointed out.

✘ [ OVERDOSE TRIGGER WARNING ] unfortunately , after a particularly bad incident, frankie accidentally overdosed and landed herself in hospital for a short stint of time. her father, not wanting to have any shame or question directed towards his family, managed to keep the whole thing under wraps. a few people are aware of what happened, but for some reason of the other keep quiet about it. especially the person who found her [ yall im sorry but potential connection bye ] she took a brief break from her job whilst she was recovering, and for a lot of people her short disappearance is left unanswered. since the overdose she’s been sort of sober if you can even call it that. she’s been trying to keep things under control but ya gal ain’t so good at that.

✘ when she’s not doing EMS work, both on and off-duty, you’ll probably find her at a club or bar of some sort trying to wind down. it’s not so much about the drinking, she just likes to party and dance whenever she gets the chance. she’s pretty busy most of the time, and ends up taking a lot of night shifts, so partying isnt something she gets to do all the time. she can be quite shy sometimes so she needs a bit of a party setting in order to let loose and have some fun. is that troubling ?? maybe so, but she chooses to ignore it.

✘ horror movie fanatic. are we surprised ?? you’ll often find frankie locked up in her house, horror movies playing in the background. it keeps her sane and she would very much appreciate it if you don’t mention it. she finds it a little embarrassing sometimes. she’s very shy ALRIGHT.

✘ if you call her francine she might just cry. she hates it. only her family calls her that. if you’re special she MIGHT accept fran in a pinch but she always introduces herself as frankie. francine is reserved for family and legal documents alright.

wanted connections.:

✘ BLACKMAIL: [ OPEN ] someone who has gained the knowledge of her corrupted ways and is using it as a means to exploit her. whether it’s because they dislike her, they need information, or they are simply malicious and want to use it against her for their own needs and wishes. please for the love of god torture frankie goodbye  

✘ FIRST LOVE / FIRST HEARTBREAK: [ OPEN ]  because i am a hopeless romantic and also love angst, i demand some cute yet tragic love for frankie. am i lame and going to suggest it be a biker ?? maybe so, but i’m honestly down for civilians as well, whatever works out best !! i see this as someone she’s known for a good chunk of her life and the relationship may have been and off again and on again type of scenario. i also imagine they’re in the know of all her corrupt behavior within the EMS. idk man gimme angst so i can cRY

✘ EXES: [ OPEN ] even after her first heartbreak i imagine she’s dated around here and there. lots of opportunities for messy relationships with her busy work schedule and all the shady stuff she does on the sidelines.

✘ BEST FRIENDS / RIDE OR DIES: [ OPEN ] these would be the people she loves with her whole heart. she would do absolutely anything for them and literally commit crimes and risk her job for them. these could be childhood friends or simply friends she’s met along the way, even through her work ! especially her off-duty work

✘ FRIENDSHIPS: frankie needs friends ok pls she can be so sweet and loving and i just want her to drown everyone in platonic love and kisses 

✘ HOOKUPS / FWBS: [ OPEN ] listen…ya gal has needs. she has a very busy schedule and doesnt have a lot of time to date. she needs to let off some steam alright ok cool

✘ PATIENTS / WORK RELATED [ OPEN ]: frankie opens up her services to a lot of people. sometimes she gets paid, other times she’s just owed a favour – but most of the time she simply just does it to help out. i imagine a lot of these connections would be affiliated with the gangs. she’s very much neutral to both sides and tries to help out whenever she can.

✘ WORK CONNECTIONS [ OPEN ]: police, fire department, hospital workers PLEASE come give frankie some love cus i imagine they’d interact a lot based off of their careers.

ok SO this is all i can think of right now but i am ofc open to a lot more connections and i REALLY wanna plot with all of yall and snatch up those connections.

[blossomhcney]

( shantel vansanten. thirty two. cis female. she/her. ) in texas, anastasia barrett is more commonly known as ana. they’ve been living in newton for thirty two years and currently a firefighter. some say they are impulsive & emotional but i’m more inclined to believe those that say they’re curious & kind. if you walk by their house, you can sometimes hear that’s my girl by fifth harmony playing from their window. ( sadness etched into features, bruised and burnt skin, ripped jeans, messy buns on rainy mornings, the smell of vanilla surrounds her. )

PINTEREST BOARD !

NAME. anastasia francesca barrett née fletcher. NICKNAME. ana. AGE. thirty two. GENDER. cis female. PRONOUNS. she/her. SEXUAL ORIENTATION. bisexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. biromantic. HOMETOWN. newton. OCCUPATION. former hairdresser at cut n curl / firefighter. AFFILIATION. none (reapers).

ZODIAC. scorpio. POSITIVE TRAITS. curious, kind, sympathetic. NEGATIVE TRAITS. impulsive, emotional, regretful. LANGUAGES SPOKEN. english, french, spanish.

HEIGHT. 5′5. EYE COLOR. green. HAIR COLOR. blonde. TATTOOS. can be found on the pinterest board !

QUICK INFO.

trigger warnings: death

anastasia fletcher was born to elouise and franklin fletcher. they were reapers, born and raised, and this was the life that they wished for their first born daughter. it was no secret that franklin had hoped and prayed for a son, but ana was the light of his life from the moment she was placed into his arms. it would only be two years later when her younger sister was born and a further three before her younger brother was brought into the world. true to his word, franklin had stopped the moment he had a boy, but it did not mean that he loved his daughters any less. hell, it made him appreciate them all the more, because they showed him how great their love and adoration was with each passing day. the fletchers were a normal, well functioning family, if you could get past the small armoury they kept in their basement and the blood stained clothes they would arrive home in.

ana was forced to grow up before she should have. when they moved homes at the age of six, she was thrown into an unlikely friendship with the boys next door. at her young, young age, she could see that their home life was not as happy as her own. it took no convincing for her parents to set extra places at the dinner table, because once ana popped out her puppy dog eyes, her father was like putty in her hands. she had had him wrapped around her little finger from day one and as she grew, their connection only grew stronger.

her father fell ill fairly quickly, ana was only thirteen when she was tasked with taking care of her siblings whilst her mother spent time at the hospital with him. she had always been very maternal, but taking care of her brother and sister for three days straight with no break? that was the true test to whether she would be able to handle children. it was fucking exhausting, but having her best friends to help her was the only thing that got her through it. her mother was distraught over her father’s illness, barely registering the days as they passed or that she even had children to get home to. once her father came out of the worst of it, she headed home to profusely apologise and thank ana for her hard work and endurance.

during high school, she picked up a couple of babysitting jobs, watching the children in town as they laughed and played and studied. she was too young to have a child, though she was only a few years shy of her mother’s age when she had fallen pregnant with her, so perhaps it ran in the family. all she knew was that becoming a mother was the one thing that she wanted in her life and nothing would feel right without that being a part of her. to add fuel to the fire, she had her first steady boyfriend and they were infatuated with one another. her mother was quick to send her off to the doctor for some form of birth control because she was not ready to become a grandmother just yet.

straight out of high school, ana found herself a job at cut n curl as a receptionist. it was an easy job and she liked talking to people. she was friendly and well liked, so to have her as the face of cut n curl was hardly a bad thing. it took no time at all before she was putting herself through varying hairdressing courses until she was trained and able to have her own chair. her first steady boyfriend had become her fiance and they fell more in love as the days passed. the only thing she regretted about being with him was losing her best friend, his brother. not a day passed that she did not miss having him by her side or talking in her ear about something he was interested in.

before long, they were married and they were the very definition of childhood sweethearts. they sometimes talked about leaving town, but their entire lives were there. he took a job as a firefighter where his brother joined him and ana was in love with her job at cut n curl. perhaps they could have had more if they left, but there was nothing that could improve their lives. except, of course, to grow their family.

well, you see, life has a funny way of working out. ana wanted to grow her family, but life had other plans. silas fell ill and she was devastated and god, she thanked her lucky stars that they did not have children. she finally understood her mother all those years ago, neglecting her children for the love of her life. it was heartbreaking to watch him wither away, whether he was on chemo or not, he was dying and that was the most painful thing for ana to wrap her head around. but he wanted to live his life and die peacefully, not hooked up to hundreds of machines and she would respect those wishes. she was secretly glad when his brother wanted to step in to help out, because lord knew she was struggling enough as it was. their friendship grew stronger over those months, late night conversations built their foundations stronger than ever and ana felt closer to him than she ever had before. and then, when silas died, he ducked out after the funeral and she was heartbroken all over again. grieving the loss of her husband was bad enough, but to do it alone? she was just one woman, she could not handle that.

after silas’ death, ana needed something to feel closer to him, because sitting in that empty house was doing her head in. when he had fallen ill, she had quit her job at cut n curl in a heartbeat to care for him full time. she put herself through training to become a firefighter and it is where she spends her time now. she feels closer to him than she ever had before, but she is also slowly trying to start the process of moving on, as hard as it was. her heart ached to consider ever loving anybody else, but the problem was, she already did love somebody else. perhaps that was the reason for her throwing herself into something that silas loved, to remember the man she was married to, the man that held her through every hard night and kissed her head when she cried after each negative pregnancy test.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

best friends / ride or die - ana definitely needs her best friend ! somebody who helped her get through everything with silas and supported her through every hard moment. somebody she would be a goner without !

childhood friends - she has lived in stratford all her life, so she very likely has friends that she may have drifted apart from over the years, but they can always reminisce over their childhoods together 

hook ups / one night stands - these would be very recent, over the past few months since silas died. she had only ever been with him and she needed to just.. forget about all the pain in her life for a few hours, so she sought the comfort in a (perhaps not so) stranger. 

i have no idea how to feasibly phrase this so any character who (regardless of if they became a reaper themselves) had a parent or parents who were involved with the reapers and is around the same age as ana would likely have grown up with her around, so some way to explore that would be be-you-tiful

[wrrgod]

( CLAYTON CARDENAS. THIRTY THREE. CIS MALE. HE/HIM. ) in texas, JAVIER MORALES is more commonly known as KILLER. they’ve been living in newton for THIRTY THREE YEARS and currently BOUNCER AT DESEO / EX DIABLO. some say they are DESTRUCTIVE & VINDICTIVE but i’m more inclined to believe those that say they’re RESILIENT & FEARLESS. if you walk by their house, you can sometimes hear CROSSFIRE by STEPHEN playing from their window. ( bloodied knuckles behind white bandages, feeling homesick while home, old leather jackets, profanity spilled from busted lips, observance hidden in dulled gazes. )

NAME. javier hector morales. NICKNAME. killer. AGE. thirty three. GENDER. cis male. PRONOUNS. he/him. SEXUAL ORIENTATION. bisexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. biromantic. HOMETOWN. newton, texas. OCCUPATION. bouncer at deseo / ex diablo ( enforcer ).

POSITIVE TRAITS. resilient, fearless, daring & loyal. NEGATIVE TRAITS. destructive, vindictive, resentful & callous. LANGUAGES SPOKEN. english, spanish.

HEIGHT. 6′4 EYE COLOR. brown. HAIR COLOR. black. TATTOOS. too many to count.

QUICK INFO.

trigger warnings: death ( spouse & child ), self-destructive behavior, suicidal thoughts, alcohol and substance abuse.

javier grew up around the diablos’ clubhouse; both his father and his mother were riders for the club and as such, he was practically born into club life himself, having always been very familiar with it all.

although on the record they would say he could do whatever he wanted with his life, there was always an unspoken pressure to prospect and become a diablo himself as soon as he could; wear the patch with honor and pride.

being pretty smitten with club life as javier was, from a young age, he had no problems with that. while the other kids would dream of being princes and princesses, doctors, teachers, lawyers and so on, javier knew he wanted to be a diablo. it wasn’t a usual aspiration by any means, but it was his life. his normal. and he was fine with it; hell, he loved it.

as such, he joined the club the moment he could. starting off as a prospect, moving on to a rider, then a soldier, a position he held for years, until finally he became an enforcer. he was damn good at what he did. he was always known for being angrier than most, but the main thing that set him apart was that he knew how to apply that anger where it would matter; where it would make a difference. it didn’t take long for his club brothers and sisters ( and anyone who’d ever crossed paths with him ) to realize that made him deadly.

being an enforcer quickly became his passion. protecting the president and vice president of his club was a job he took incredibly seriously. he’d been a damn good soldier and he was an even better protector, loyal to a fault, willing to do anything for those he considered family, his very own blood. that’s where his nickname came from; he was vicious and ruthless, a true killer.

as life would have it, even though he wasn’t looking for it, he found other passions along the way: a wife and a child. although he always knew the dangers of his life, he protected the two of them with the same resolve that he took to the club, and he was actually happy.

unfortunately, so goes the saying — all good things must come to an end. six years ago, both his wife and his then three year old daughter were taken from him far too soon. a car accident, nonetheless. some would try to comfort him with the idea that at least it hadn’t been his fault; it wasn’t the club life that took them from him, it was simply cruel fate. but of course, there’s no comfort to be found in face of such a tragedy.

everything changed after that. javier lost the will and the strength for, well, everything. every day he blamed himself for what happened to them, and every day he slipped further and further into an abyss that had no finish line. about a week after their funerals, he left the club and closed himself up completely, shutting the whole world ( even his family ) out. anyone who tried to reach out received nothing in return.

that went on for about two years. he blew all his savings, destroying himself in the process, only knowing the bottom of a bottle of whiskey or the last cigarette from a pack or a handful of pills. he didn’t recognize himself anymore, and he didn’t want to; a broken shell of the man he used to be, and in his mind, that’s how it should stay.

the diablos still invited him to every club event and checked on him constantly; still considering him one of their own even as he lost his path, seemingly beyond comprehesion and to the point of no return. in the beginning, he couldn’t bring himself to it.

but then he started to feel lonely. his life felt empty, without meaning. beyond himself, he misses the club life. he misses the highs, the rush, the adrenaline, the feeling of having a family. still, he can’t bring himself to return, guilt consuming him whenever he even thinks of it. he believes he doesn’t deserve to know happiness again when he’d failed the two people he loved most in the world. doesn’t think he should go back to the life that he had when they can’t do the same. as such, he lives in this constant struggle.

nowadays he works as a bouncer at deseo, a job that allows him to stay close to the club and also doubles as an anger outlet — a feeling that he still has a lot of. except after everything that happened, he’s worse, no light or hope to be found in his eyes. 

[prodigalscns]

( RUDY PANKOW. TWENTY FIVE. CIS MALE. HE/HIM. ) in texas, MONROE ST. THOMAS is known to most as ROE. they have been riding with the diablos for THREE YEARS. they’re originally from ISLE OF PALMS, SOUTH CAROLINA and the RIDER is known to be very CYNICAL & SARCASTIC but the other club members will tell you they are CREATIVE & PERCEPTIVE. as the years go by, they’ve gained a lot of respect in the club and around town. they rarely ever drive a car but when they do BLACK HONEY by THRICE is usually heard blasting. ( the softest brush of bruised knuckles across the jawline, the squeal of tires from the getaway car & praying for rain to wash the blood away. ) 

BASIC

FULL NAME: Monroe James St. Thomas.

DATE OF BIRTH: 26 July.

PLACE OF BIRTH: Isle of Palms, South Carolina.

ZODIAC: Leo.

GENDER: Cis Male.

PREFERRED PRONOUNS: He/Him.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual.

RELIGION/SPIRITUAL BELIEF: Lapsed Catholic.

LANGUAGES: English, French, Spanish, Portuguese, Arabic, ASL.

PHYSICAL

HAIR COLOUR: Blonde.

EYE COLOUR: Blue.

WEIGHT: 67 kg / 147 lbs.

HEIGHT: Six Feet, Two Inches (6'2).

BODY TYPE: Lean/Fit, yet muscular.

TATTOOS: Dates marked in roman numerals on both wrists. “Trust your struggle” in his mothers cursive writing across his collar bone (right side). Geometric beach scene arm band, left arm.  Custom side piece designed with his older brother, similar to this. Outline of the city of Dallas over his heart.

PIERCINGS: Nose, Left side. Ears ( 8g ).

SCARS & DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Upside down horseshoe shaped birthmark, right shoulder blade. Old grease burns on forearms, several small work related scars decorating hands and palms. Several faded scars that look like glass shards across back and shoulder blades, along with a pronounced yet old scar stretching the side that is not covered with the tattoo.

ACCENT/TONE:  All deep bass and the kind of baritone that can warm even the coldest night, with a touch of twang that is often used to his advantage. He knows he sounds good, and he’s just pretty enough for some people to let him keep talking, no matter what he may be saying.

DOMINANT HAND: Right. However, Monroe is almost comfortable enough to call himself ambidextrous due to circumstances that surround his childhood, and him having to learn to use his left for quite some time.

PERSONALITY && INSIGHT

POSITIVE: Protective, Loyal, Creative, Observant, Charming, Dedicated, Witty.

NEGATIVE: Sarcastic, Cynical, Possessive, Reckless, Outspoken, Volatile.

VICES: Cursing, Pretty Faces, Perfectly Rolled Blunts, Open Space, Indulgence.

HABITS: His accent gets a little bit more pronounced the drunker he gets, especially where tequila is involved. Toying with the class ring that is constantly tied around his neck, he never takes it off. The tendency to fidget or avoid questions that he doesn’t want to answer.

FAMILIAL

MOTHER: Magdalena “Maggie” St. Thomas, Deceased.

FATHER: Bradley St. Thomas, Absent since age 12.

SIBLINGS: Smith St. Thomas (Brother, Oldest), Kase St. Thomas (Brother, Youngest), Dallas St. Thomas (Sister, Fraternal Twin, Deceased.)

PETS: Three adopted dogs (Miles, Ella, and Dizzy).

BIOGRAPHY

The middle children are the ones that are born with tragedy in their bones. They always said that Monroe absorbed all his sisters hurt in the womb, his very first act somehow becoming one of protection. To him, the statement now rang with bittersweet irony, but that’s the story’s tendency to get ahead of itself. In the beginning they were the perfect picture of the American dream, the one that was bought and sold, embraced with open arms. Sure, the floors in the old beach house were always dirty, and his father worked longer than he ever should have had to in order to keep their plates full, but they made it. Maggie started working again after the kids had all started school, breathing a sigh of relief with Kase finally passed that milestone birthday that would allowed her to begin taking the steps to contribute.

By then, his older brother had already begun taking on the family’s burdens, a nervous habit that had long since been coined as the family curse. He knew now that it was guilt that drove him to take that step, a strange since of misplaced shamed in the secret he was about to reveal to them all. The night that the words left his lips, they all remember it differently. It was a confessional that should have been met with love and support, but the scar that the two eldest boys were left with was one that had no chance at healing. The only part of the memory that seemed intent on sticking around was the sound of skin meeting skin in a vicious chorus, and the darkening bruise that formed as a direct result of the backhand that would eventually become the soundtrack to their demise.

That’s right, his brother came out to his family, and Bradley’s first reaction was to take his feelings out on Smith physically, in front of the entire family. It didn’t matter if the bible had fanned the flames of his intolerance, or taught him some misplaced wrong rooted in sexuality, what did matter? Maggie wasn’t going to stand for it. Two weeks later, Bradley left without a word, or a single cent, in his wake. The abandonment of his family seemed easy, and they never received the decency of an apology or even the watchful eye of shame. Nothing, not a single word, and his name became a welcomed taboo in the story, dad was the dirtiest curse word to ever leave any of their lips.

Monroe didn’t talk about the nightmares that plagued him in the weeks after, but Smith always seemed to be awake right in time to shake him out of them. The silent agreement to keep secrets between siblings, a small bond that eventually cemented the lines of love between the two. It was no surprise to anyone that he followed his brothers bravery, coming out in a different way, with a different result: he was more into people, rather than the concern with their gender. who, they were, not what. There were welcome arms, acceptance was offered in free fall, because he needed it, and maybe it was that helped them all heal from the things that they still didn’t know how to speak of. What it didn’t do, was fill the gap that was created by their fathers (if you could even call him that) absence. Eventually, all five of them learned what it was like to be hungry, all the things that Maggie had desperately been trying to keep them away from. Some lessons weren’t meant to be learned, she’d say.

Smith graduated high school the same year, a full ride scholarship meaning that Monroe was the next to fall victim to the aforementioned curse that came with crushing weight on the shoulders of every member, but especially him. Life seemed to have a fucked up way of changing lanes, though. Maggie was running late, in the rain, to one of her many jobs. It was an unfortunate side effect of her newly minted single motherhood, after all. Dallas was in the car, to be dropped off at the baby sitter, but they would never make it there. The skidding sound of wet tires on warm asphalt, the high pitched screams of metal twisting metal, it all added another track added to the symphony of this tragedy.

You’re so lucky. It’s a miracle. The statements are repeated over and over, like a broken record, but they turn his stomach every time. A miracle, any God, would have either sent him away with his sister, the one he had been born trying to protect, and his mother, who would have died for him time and time again. The first time he told this to a therapist, the change in their expression announced what would be his first forced commitment, something that no one expected, and it tore all his buried scars wide open. Maybe that’s why they say rehab always feels like you’re bleeding out.

Two months later, the only thing he was permitted out for was the funeral. His brothers came to visit three times a week, and often, they would cling to each other like the the last straws left in what felt like a burning building. After month three, he was released with false promises of therapy, with fake smiles that said he would take care of it, and the only reason he did seek out a way to cope was to honor the memory of his mother. Speaking of her memory, the one thing the remaining pieces of their broken family didn’t see coming, was the settlement from the other driver’s family, or his mother’s life insurance policies. Some people said their new money was a blessing.

Still far too young to take care of themselves in the eyes of the state, they were shipped off to Texas, an uncle that was willing to take them on, if only because of the dollar signs attached to their names. It was no surprise that his family outside of the ones he’d lost were trash, but when that went so far as to leave the boys out in the cold, there wasn’t much he could do. He’d turned to the club for help, sleeping on the floor in the clubhouse with his younger brother until he was old enough to prospect. The only family he needed then, outside of his brothers, was the club. 

Much to everyone’s surprise, he inherited a decent sum of money when he turned twenty one, but that was holed away from when he would inevitability need it. Their lifestyle was not kind, nor was it forgiving, and eventually he would need to pay for the outlet to his rage, pay for the way he’d forgotten what he’d learned in rehab, and pay for the sins he’d committed in the name of both family and survival. The settlement money was a secret he didn’t tell, not even to the club, but perhaps he should have. His memories weren’t for public display, he told himself. His tragedy didn’t need to be played out next to the soundtrack of his demise. Instead, lips would remain sealed, focusing on the here and now, rather than the scars that still stung.

[melancholaes]

( MIGUEL HERRAN. TWENTY SIX. CIS MALE. HE/HIM. ) in texas, MATTHIAS GOTTI is more commonly known as MATTY. they’ve been living in STRATFORD for ONE DAY and currently CAFE BARISTA. some say they are SHY & IMPULSIVE but i’m more inclined to believe those that say they’re HUMBLE & NOBLE. if you walk by their house, you can sometimes hear UNSTEADY by X AMBASSADORS playing from their window. ( OVERSIZED HOODIES, OLD PHOTOGRAPHS CRUMBLED IN HIS POCKETS, MULTICOLOURED ROLLING PAPERS, SMOKING UNDER THE SPOTLIGHT OF A STREET LAMP, MIDNIGHT SHIFTS )

tw alcoholism / death / emotional abuse / neglect mentions

matty is a shy boy but with a heart of gold. as per gotti tradition, he was raised without his father or really, the knowledge of his father at all. obviously, he knows he has one, but his name and any other small tidbit of information was always left a mystery to him. it was just him and his mom, who raised him by herself on food stamps and small bartending shift tips. she wasn’t the best human in the world but she did try her best, the only issue is that her best still wasn’t great. matty, not really knowing any different and with his painfully optimistic views, never thought his life was that bad. he didn’t think anything of it when he was ten and left for a few nights on his own to live off crackers and some cheese --- because he knew better than to try and work the stove or any other appliances that could give him a warm meal. 

this happened a lot, and when his mother was around, her drinking habits tended to make her not such a nice person. she would never lay a hand on her darling son, but sometimes her words could strike just as hard. every morning, however, she would apologize profusely through her hangover and matty forgave her every time. they only had each other after all, and he didn’t want to lose the only family he had. he saw nothing wrong with their relationship; he knew his mother worked hard to support him. when he turned thirteen, he got a job as a dishwasher at a truck stop diner a few blocks from their little apartment. he stayed there for a few years, bringing in a meek paycheque to help himself and his mother every week.

he didn’t go to college, and barely made it through high school despite being fairly intelligent. his truancy is what had him almost held back; he would often skip school to pick up shifts at the diner. he worked there as a dishwasher for a few years, then became a bus boy, then a waiter and moved up to line cook eventually in his mid twenties. 

when he was twenty five, the alcohol finally got the better of his mother and she passed away from liver failure. it really took a tole on matty, especially having to go through all her stuff in their apartment (which he continued to live in even as an adult because it was a lot easier financially for the both of them). while picking through his mother’s past in boxes, he came across some photographs and papers that mentioned stratford. he remembered her mentioning being from the small town so he decided to pack up his stuff and move out there. he had no ties to fresno anymore, and apparently he had roots in stratford, so off he went.

small bits

he has no idea who tank ( his father ) is, and obviously has no idea he is about to walk straight into a whole ass family reunion.

also doesn’t know a single thing about the clubs

he started smoking weed as a young teenager, it was something his mother did and they would smoke together on friday nights with pizza. it was kind of their thing. he usually has flavoured / colourful papers.

he is overly forgiving and likes to see the good in people, the silver lining in shitty situations. this has him a little naive but not completely oblivious. also pretty shy and quiet.

he and polo are born on the same day!! they’re twins-not-twins.

he currently has no real place to stay so he is in and out of wherever he can safely pass out. ( motels / couch surfing / breaking into places ? )