#tshq: intro

[rowanpelusa]

— KJ APA, HE/HIM, CISMALE— apparently ROWAN PELUSA, the TWENTY-FIVE year old BARTENDER, was on a bus to NEW HAMPSHIRE that day before unfortunately returning to a vacant town . as time passed , they’ve decided to join faction #2 , which is understandable considering they’re known to be quite empathetic + sociable, but also naive + apathetic on a bad day . they seem to be handling this new society well . — ooc percy , 23, est, he/him.

Name: Rowan Pelusa Ethnicity: Samoan, Scottish, English Date Of Birth: January 8th Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Occupation: Bartender (former combat medic) Biography;

tw; death, gas explosion, alcohol

- Rowan is originally from New Zealand. Both of his parents are high ranking military officials that were lucky to remain stationary with Rowan (and his older siblings) and not moving around the world like many of his father and mother’s friends. -  The move to the United States came when his parents purchased a private jet company that was on the verge of going under, a move that benefited his family in the long run. They were easily able to obtain visas after a 2 year process. Rowan and his family officially moved the United States when he was 13 years old. - Rowan immediately stood out when moving to their new home, especially when they were moving in one of the houses located in the nicer parts of town. He was able to quickly make friends with the other kids in his neighborhood, as his parents were always more lax with rules regarding drinking (they were drinking since they were 16 years old) along them seeming to always bail Rowan out of trouble. - Rowan’s biggest tragedy happened when he was 15 years old. His mother had been a victim of a gas explosion due to employee negligence near a jet fuel tank. Rowan had been dropping off lunch for his mother that day, and was walking out of the building during the accident. He spent an hour trying to pull his mother from the rubble of the building, but she’d been trapped so deeply that they weren’t able to help her in time.  - Rowan did his best to cope with his mother’s death in the best way he could, which was refusing to show any emotion in attempts to ease the pain. That’s when he started drinking more in high school along with going to parties. He wasn’t the smartest and knew that the military would eventually be his calling - so why not have fun until then. - Rowan’s grades weren’t the highest, but he had been able to get into the military. He didn’t realize he had a calling for becoming a combat medic until he took a nursing class (he managed to get a degree because of his training and credentials). The moment he officially became a combat medic was the happiest in his life because he actually worked hard. He physically cried at the ceremony because he was given the same pin that his mother was given. - Rowan served as a combat medic for 5 years, often going on tours of 3-4 months because of the amount of work he’d been doing. He truly thought he’d been able to handle everything, until one of the worst days of his life happened when he watched as patients were coming in that had gas attack injuries (which triggered flashbacks of his mother) and Rowan suffered from a mental breakdown after working (on top of that it’d been a 48 hour shift).

PRESENT DAY - Rowan was honorably discharged (which he is ashamed about to this day). He didn’t have anywhere else to go except his parent’s home, where he’d been helping take care of his father (something his siblings had long abandoned). Rowan helped his father with everything, and had only left the city to visit New Hampshire for a potential job interview. He’d been working as a bartender to give himself something to do, and he did end up loving the job. - Rowan is currently a bartender at his friend Adrian’s nightclub in Faction #2. He chose this faction as it’s the one that most of his friends joined, and his biggest fear is being alone so that was the better option. He does agree that people should be more relaxed and has learned that following the rules all the time isn’t the best. - He’s aware that his services as a medic will be needed the longer they spend stuck in town, but his past has prevented him from doing so. - Rowan lives in his parent’s old home alone.  - Rowan has two dogs in his home. 

PERSONALITY - Rowan has always been wanting to be the support role in life, and doesn’t mind being labeled as so. He’s always willing to be there for his friends, without question. His parents raised him to be compassionate and proud. Rowan doesn’t mind talking about his feelings and doesn’t care what people think about him as he is comfortable enough with him. He’s always there for his friends, no matter what.  - It’s hard to get Rowan to care much about himself or his own future, and people can see that. He was willing to sign up to join the military at the age of 18 and taking on one of the most deadly professions. Rowan was the kid in high school who would jump off a roof if he was dared to do so, not much bothers him or scares him. - Rowan has a hard time recognizing situations as very serious, and he’s known for cracking jokes at the wrong time or not being able to read a room. Often times he assumes he knows what the issue is but is normally wrong. - Is likely to make your character PB&J to be nice, not remembering that they have a peanut butter allergy.

[hellbcntmoved]

`   *    ━━━   GIRL   HAS   A   MATCHSTICK   MOUTH   !

*   .  :  ｡        ✧        (   ZOE   KRAVITZ,   SHE/HER,   CISFEMALE   )   apparently   YVETTE   HAZELDINE   ,   the   TWENTY   -   EIGHT   year   old   BARTENDER   ,   was   on   a   bus   to   NEW   YORK   that   day   before   unfortunately   returning   to   a   vacant   town   .     as   time   passed   ,   they’ve   decided   to   join   FACTION   # 2   ,   which   is   understandable   considering   they’re   known   to   be   quite   MELLOW   +   ANARCHISTIC   ,   but   also   APATHETIC   +   REMOVED   on   a   bad   day   .     they   seem   to   be   handling   this   new   society   well   .     meg   ,   24   ,   she   /   her   .

backstory   !

yvette   hazeldine   was   born   into   a   home   with   an   abundance   of   love   &   pride   ,   and   whereas   her   nomad   parents   were   constantly   in   and   out   of   her   life   ,   she   never   had   a   need   for   longing   .     she   lived   with   her   grandmother   in   a   quaint   little   victorian   house   that   stood   at   the   edge   of   west   ham   ,   away   from   civilization   and   the   chaos   .

her   upbringing   was   fairly   simple   :   wake   up   ,   tend   to   the   garden   ,   help   her   grandmother   run   errands   ,   repeat   .     she   never   questioned   why   her   parents   were   never   around   like   the   other   kids’   nor   did   she   really   care   —   life   was   fine   enough   as   is   .

by   the   time   of   her   eighteenth   birthday   ,   yvette   began   to   grow   bored   of   west   ham   .     she   loved   her   grandmother   to   death   ,   but   the   idea   of   settling   in   a   small   town   seemed   unfitting   .     it   took   her   a   full   year   of   nonstop   saving   before   she   bought   a   one   way   ticket   to   new   york   and   never   looked   back   .

present   day   !

yvette’s   world   came   to   an   abrupt   halt   when   she   found   out   about   her   grandmother’s   passing   .     the   funeral   was   a   private   one   ,   family   and   close   acquaintances   only   ,   tight - knit   .     it   was   supposed   to   be   a   week   stay   in   west   ham   and   then   back   to   the   big   apple   she   goes   !     surely   no   one   could’ve   predicted   the   events   to   come   .     yvette   ,   though   devastated   by   her   loss   ,   tries   to   make   the   most   out   of   a   fucked   up   situation   ,   taking   up   a   bartending   gig   to   keep   herself   occupied   .     she   isn’t   interested   in   conforming   to   stupid   little   rules   and   would   rather   do   whatever   the   hell   she   pleases   .

other   things   to   keep   in   mind   !

5   feet   n   2   inches   of   pure   indifference

big   ‘ idc ’   but   also   kinda   care

nobody   fucks   with   her   family   n   lives   2   tell   the   tale

openly   bisexual   even   tho   girls   >   boys

u   will   never   see   her   without   her   favorite   rose   quartz   pendant   around   her   neck

heavy   weed   smoker   ,   occasionally   deals

luvs   getting   into   trouble   !     harmless   or   dangerous   ,   u   be   the   judge

more   abt   yvette

[intrvspects]

  HEY  !!  i’m  eve  and  i  haven’t  rped  in  so  long  so  i’m  super  excited  to  be  here.  not  sure  if  i’ll  show  up  in  the  tags  but  here  is  sara’s   BIOGRAPHY,  a  messy  WANTED   CONNECTIONS page,  a  PLAYLIST  and  her  basic  statistics  will  be  under  the  cut.   i’ll  probably  dm       everyone  for  plots  but  smash  that  like  button  and  i’ll  come  bother   you  sonic  speed  !! 

FULL  NAME:  sara  marie  kelly

AGE:  twenty  five

PRONOUNS:  she/her

GENDER:  cis  female  

ZODIAC  SIGN:  aquarius

SEXUALITY:  bisexual/biromantic

PLACE  OF  BIRTH:  nebraska

OCCUPATION:  writer

[lorelaifm]

— diana silvers , she/her , female — apparently lorelai banks , the 20 year old costume designer/youtuber , was on a bus to new york that day before unfortunately returning to a vacant town . as time passed , they’ve decided to join faction 3 , which is understandable considering they’re known to be quite optimistic + proactive , but also childish + gullible trait on a bad day . they seem to be handling this new society well . — madison , 18 , cst , she/her .

hi guys!! so lorelai is like very inspired by the youtuber micarah tewers if you have heard of her, if not then rip but here’s a lil more about her!!

INTRODUCTION.

name: lorelai rose banks age: 20 sign: taurus character inspo: micarah tewers, harper (wowp), idk just funny characters i couldn’t think of any others ABOUT.

so lorelai grew up in a little town in georgia called eatonton. it’s nothin but trees and red dirt and she loved the hell out of that place

she has a not ridiculous but definitely obvious southern twang and she aint ashamed

her parents split up when she was 9 but she’s still extremely close to them, her mom is her best friend

she has one older brother named lucas

her dad lived in west ham

she was homeschooled growing up-- her mom was kind of hippie-adjacent (as hippie as it gets in rural georgia) and didn’t believe in the traditional schooling system

she did a lot of theatre and youth groups growing up to socialize, her parents were christian although not aggressively so

she loves to sing and loves acting, but she could never do it professionally

when she was 12 she started sewing costumes for her local theatre productions, and she fuckin’ LOVED it

she started sewing nonstop and started getting really into fashion, studying the history of fashion more than she was studying her schoolwork

she got into cosplay and dressmaking specifically, and when she was 17 she started posting comical videos to youtube of her making various dresses and costumes from movies and shows. she steadily made content for a small audience for a couple of years, and then when she was 19 her videos suddenly blew up and she got to a million subscribers

at this point she was still living with her mom, didn’t go to college, but she wanted to move out, so she bought an rv for 10,000 dollars that she’d saved up since she was 16 and moved to west ham to be near her dad

seeing how receptive people were to her videos and her seamstress work blew her mind. she started selling copies of the dresses she made in her videos and was making as much money as she could possibly make handmaking dresses

she left west ham for awhile when she was 19, setting off to travel the country and make dresses, costumes, and youtube videos along the way.

her channel kept growing, and a few months after she set off to travel the country, she received a job offer from a broadway theatre for their costume design division. she couldn’t believe it and took the offer right away, hence why she was headed to new york

she took her rv first to west ham because she had to keep the rv somewhere, and she wanted to see her dad before she headed to new york

personality: she’s very sarcastic, loves to joke, very upbeat and positive, can sometimes be “too much,” she’s always talking and subconsciously loves the attention. she’s very daring and will do whatever it takes to get what she wants, but isn’t cutthroat.

she just wants to live life peacefully but doesn’t care enough to really make any change or whatever, she just wants to live in her rv and  make dresses

pls like this or dm me if u wanna plot!!

[secones]

          park jimin  ,  he/him  ,  cis male  ------  apparently jovi yuen  ,  the twenty-four year old software developer  ,  was on a bus to new york city that day before unfortunately returning to a vacant town  .  as time passed  ,  they’ve decided to join faction #2  ,  which is understandable considering they’re known to be quite tenacious and sentimental  ,  but also escapist and caustic on a bad day  .  they don’t seem to be handling this new society well  .

hello  !  hi  ,  i’m deni coming at you from the gmt+9 tmz  .  i use she/her pronouns and don’t have any triggers to be tagged  .  here is jovi’s intro  ,  fashionably late just like the muse  .  he has a wanted plots tag here  &  don’t hesitate to hmu if you’d like to jive something out  :) 

before. 

        a skyline he’d seen a hundred damn times  ,  roads he’d carved ruts into with two feet  ,  a bike and a skateboard  .  swings in the park where he smoked his first cigarette and the warehouse behind the school where he got his first kiss  .  the basement of his childhood mansion still sports the stain from where he first got drunk back in high school and an abandoned warehouse still sports his initial in faded red spray paint  .  as familiar as ham is  ,  this place still doesn’t feel like home  .  he stayed here for years and half-assed pretended to be happy  ------  but anyone who spoke to him for more than a minute knew he wanted to leave the first chance he got  .  leave behind his overbearing parents  ,  his nosy older brother  ,  the shackle of expectations everyone seemed to have whenever the yuen name was uttered  ,  disappointed whispers that made his ears burn whenever he did something just a touch wayward  .  

        wasn’t brave enough to take that leap until the last year of college  .  kept holding out  ,  hoped things would get better  .  but one day he looked up into his rearview mirror and saw the town’s welcome sign slipping further and further away  .  he drove to the state line and didn’t look back  .  turned off his phone and didn’t answer a message until a few days later to let everyone know he was fine  (  switched it off before anyone asked any questions  )  fuck  ,  dude  .  maybe there were better ways to shove that suffocating weight off his chest  ,  but he swears the first night he breathed in whole was the first night under new york city lights  .  he’s lucky  ,  he had the means  ------  enough set aside to secure a few months’ rent in a cramped one-bedroom and two roommates  ,  an internship and connections to one of the thousands of tech start-ups in the city  .  two and a half years have passed and jovi’s made a name for himself in the skyline capital  .  should’ve known returning back home was the biggest mistake he ever could’ve made  .  

after.

      who the fuck were these people  ,  trying to boss him around and make orders  ?  half of them he knew from high school  .  he wouldn’t trust them with his pencils then  ,  so he damn sure won’t trust him with a goddamn government now  .  jovi figures this will all  ---  better  --- blow over soon  .  that they’ll break past the forest line or someone will come back and tell them what the hell’s happened  .  shit  ,  he almost doesn’t care at this point  .  he’s just tired of all the nagging and empty message boxes on social media  .  this is all just too weird for comfort and he’s more anxious than he lets on  .  figuring now’s a better time than any  ,  jovi’s throwing himself into decluttering the family home and getting down to the truths he’s suspected of his parents all along  .  just what’s been happening in new ham all these years  ?  

stats.  

full name.  jae-beom yuen date of birth.  january 29th western zodiac.  aquarius  chinese zodiac.  rat sexuality.  pansexual occupation.  software developer at a mobile gaming company , former med student

personality.  on the shyer and quieter side  ,  jovi finds he spends more time in his head than speaking  .  he doesn’t think of himself as a thinker  ,  but constantly needs mental stimulation in order to be satisfied and borders on the neurotic  .  he constantly feels constrained and fears being limited by anything  .  doesn’t respond well to criticism or disagreement  ,  and can become aggressive when he finally chooses to speak his mind  .  he’s slow to trust others and is incredibly sensitive  .  values intellect and deep conversations  ,  and will do anything he can for a loved one  .  stubborn  ,  indecisive  ,  and inflexible  ,  jovi holds hard to his Truths of the world  ,  but he still values open-mindedness and will take time to consider different worldviews before making a stance  .  enjoys spending time alone or with close  ,  intimate friends  (  but he did move to new york city of all places  . . .  self-professed loner isn’t fond of loneliness  ,  after all  )

physical.  small in height but carries himself in a way that makes him seem larger  .  hair currently dyed ash blonde but darkening  .  sun-kissed skin from the summer months  ,  dotted with a few minature tattoos on his arms and torso  .  thin  ,  but athletically lean   .  looks half asleep  ,  can dress-up easily but mostly seen around town in baggy black tops and skintight jeans  ,  thick boots or trendy sneakers for added height  .  baseball caps  ,  leather satchel  ,  iced coffee in hand  .  silver rings and thin bracelets hang from his wrist and a loose chain around his neck  .  doesn’t flinch from eye contact  .  walks slow but steady  .  jaw ticks when he’s annoyed and his eyes brighten when something interests him  .  carries his laptop  ,  an old walkman  ,  and headphones everywhere he goes  .

credits.

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[auroraleblanc]

 — crystal reed , she / her , cisfemale — apparently aurora leblanc , the thirty year old victim’s advocate, was on a bus to new york city that day before unfortunately returning to a vacant town . as time passed , they’ve decided to join faction #1 , which is understandable considering they’re known to be quite loyal + versatile , but also bloodthirsty + territorial on a bad day . they don’t seem to be handling this new society well . — dee , 22 , est , she / her . Pls feel free to message if you’d like to plot!! :) 

tw: death mention

Character Name: Aurora Leblanc

Age & Gender & Pronouns: 30, female, she/her

Character’s Occupation: Victim’s Advocate at the local police department.

Character’s Sexuality: bisexual

Face Claim: Crystal Reed

Past: 

 Aurora grew up in Ojai, California, a small town about an hour north of Los Angeles. Her childhood memories were saturated with fear. Fear of her father’s losing his job. Fear of her mother leaving, the way she’d threaten to do if Aurora’s little brother didn’t stop acting out. Aurora tried to be good-- in middle school she saved up two-months’ worth of lunch money. She remembered the afternoon she came home, tiptoed to the couch her mother hadn’t moved from since last night. “Momma...?” she’d mumbled, setting the money carefully onto the coffee table. “That’s about..a hundred-forty.” She recalled her mother’s cracking one eye open, peering at the young girl with a dismayed expression.  “You idiot child, you really think a hundred-and-forty is enough to pay the rent? Foolish, just like your father. Now go away. You know better than to disturb me when I’m resting.” Whenever Aurora looks back on her childhood, she wonders how she  had the patience to endure the curt insults and scorns her mother often bestowed upon her, till the sour woman one day decided she’d had enough of her small life in this small town. Aurora was only twelve when her mother hurried out the house, dragging two suitcases behind her. She remembered hearing her brother cry, too stunned to comfort him. In the following months, the young girl experienced a fire raging within her. She had never felt so angry.  Aurora started acting out at school, subsequently losing the favor of her teachers & friends. At home, her anger was directed towards her father-- a shell of a man who would never recover from his wife’s departure. She grew resentful toward him, believing him to be incapable of properly caring for his children. As the years passed, Aurora gradually took on more responsibility for herself and her younger brother.  Around the time she was eighteen, her dad joined a spiritual group known as Heaven’s Gate. Presumably, he had wandered in searching for answers, for any kind of meaning they could offer. He became immersed in the culture, occasionally failing to return home for days at a time. When he did come home, he would drag his children to meetings. Aurora quickly realized the spiritual group her father was involved in was a cult, and although she attempted to raise her concerns, he would brush her off. Before Aurora knew it, one day her father and brother were packing their things to go live with the others in San Diego. She was furious, screaming to her father as he gathered his clothing.  “How could you be so gullible, Dad? How could you involve him, too? He’s got school, he’s got-- he’s got the rest of his life to live. You can’t do this to him!” Defeated at the lack of a response, her tone shifted from argumentative to desperate. She begged them not to leave, yet her attempts were in vain.  Months later, news came out about the members of Heaven’s Gate committing a mass suicide. When she received a phone call from the San Diego Police Department, her stomach knotted. She could hardly breathe. There were no survivors. Aurora never fully recovered. She became obsessed with seeking vengeance, wanting degenerates like the ones who’d killed her family to pay. To suffer. Twelve years passed, and Aurora finished school with a Bachelor’s degree in Social Work and Master’s in Criminal Justice. She began working as a criminal investigator in the Special Victims Unit for the NYPD when she was 24. One day she heard two homicide detectives discussing a case about a young girl who had recently passed away in Connecticut. “They say she may have been part of a cult-- no, no. No one really knows for sure.” Enthralled, Aurora started digging up information about the case. Two months later, she moved into town-- her eyes blazing, her mouth hungry for answers. The young woman was now faced with a dilemma: gain the trust of these small-town dwellers, while trusting no one in return.  Over time, Aurora settled into her new life in Connecticut. She’s made a few friends as well as her fair share of enemies. 

Present: 

 Aurora is independent-- she looks out for herself, and she has few close friends. 

Aurora has been a Victim’s Advocate for the past 6 years. She has a soft spot for those who have been brutalized at the hands of others. 

The young woman doesn’t trust easily, if at all. However, once she considers someone a friend, she will fight for them as fiercely as she would defend herself. She’s also definitely the jealous type.

  Aurora is hotheaded, easily getting into arguments && feeling as though her own safety/pride is on the line. (Aurora pls chill no one is out to get u). When she was in school, she would frequently get into physical altercations with students-- regardless of their gender. She has an insatiable desire to feel the adrenaline rushing through her veins. Sometimes this makes her feel powerful-- other times, she’s afraid of what her own hands are capable of.

She has little patience for those who deceive or hurt others. She has a particular disdain for people who come from wealthy families-- she has no problem letting them know how entitled she thinks they are.

Aurora joined faction 1 because she isn’t content to sit around && do nothing when it seems to her that something is very, very wrong. She’s going to have to learn to get along with the others.

[notthetexasranger]

— matt cornett , he/him , cismale — apparently Walker Reid , the twenty two year old bank teller , was on a bus to Bangor, Maine that day before unfortunately returning to a vacant town . as time passed , they’ve decided to join faction #2 , which is understandable considering they’re known to be quite charming + attentive , but also short tempered + abrasive on a bad day . they seem to be handling this new society well . — matt , 26 , gmt , he/him .

(tw: drugs, suicide, depression)

‘ the basketball star, a prospective high school legend when one person’s text message ruined a whole career, and... life. ’

Walker Reid was a high school legend, he never bullied anyone, he was academic, he was everyone’s favourite jock, until one day. Now, the thing is, Walker had a secret from the rest of the school at West Ham High, and only one other person knew it. Walker was gay. Only one person knew that, and it was the guy Walker was sleeping with.              One day when they were texting back and forth, something happened on the other end of the phone and Walker didn’t get the text message back, but a text was sent from the other guys phone, just not to Walker.

“Walker, you know I have feelings for you, I have done ever since we kissed last June...”  That is how the text started, it went into a paragraph of everything Walker does which this person likes, mentions homosexuality and as that text message started to spread around the school, all the tormenting came on Walker. He didn’t care about his sexuality, but the majority of people cared and made comments about it more than he liked. Looking at him and his buddies funny because ‘he’s hanging around with dudes, he must be fucking them.’ ruining his friendships.

He was kicked off the Basketball team as the rest of the team threatened to quit because he was there, star player or not, this wasn’t like the movies, not everyone wants to stand up to the coach and the rest of the team. Without Basketball there was no scholarship, he graduated from High School with his HS diploma. This is all happening whilst at home, it was just as bad.

Walker’s mom and dad died when he was young, he lived with his grandma until she passed away when he was 15, that was a huge loss for him, he was super close to his grandma, and probably would have come out way before if she was still around, and when she died, to save Walker going into the system, his auntie agreed to take him. His mom’s only sister.

Living with her, was a nightmare, she was a hardcore drug addict and would sell herself to get the next fix, she made Walker pay her for living there, so he had to get a job, he couldn’t afford to move out and was still living with her until this day, when he finally had enough, he got the cash out of his auntie’s drawer, just enough for him to get outta town. 

He wanted to go to Bangor, so he bought the ticket and had his vodka in his bag, he had thrown his wallet out the window of the bus, he wasn’t going to need it where he was going, Bangor, to kill himself. He was at the bottom, and he was ready to take his own life. Leaving his wallet meant they wouldn’t have been able to identify him, he knew his aunt wouldn’t care about it, so he was ready, which is why when he arrived back in town, it was fate. He shouldn’t die. He has more to live for.

CONNECTIONS

I am up for anything really, if i could find the hook up from highschool that would be great, but im up for anything and all connections will appear here.

[arisu-ito]

— Lyrica Okano, she/her, cisfemale— apparently Arisu Ito , the 24 year old  police detective  , was on a bus to New York that day before unfortunately returning to a vacant town . as time passed , they’ve decided to join faction #3 , which is understandable considering they’re known to be quite loyal+ intelligent , but also strong headed + impulsive on a bad day . they seem / don’t seem to be handling this new society well . — aria , 23, gmt+8, she/her.

Hi! I’m Aria and this is Arisu, she goes by Ari and I’m so happy to be here! Here’s a little about Ari.

Name: Arisu Ito Age: 24 Occupation: Police Detective Sexuality: bisexual Nationality: Japanese American Favorites: Black, Makeup, Goth, Books, Art

(Trigger Warning: Anxiety, Depression, Drugs)

Arisu grew up in New York and she had been living there till university. She grew up comfortably with a rather wealthy family. Ari excelled in her classes and had a keen interest in art. Her family’s very traditional and keep to Asian values because of her Japanese heritage, she never get to do much fun things growing up. Things changed when she was in high school. She developed anxiety and spiralled into depression because of the pressure she is facing in school and at home. The pressure she gave herself was overbearing and she snapped, she flunk school, got into real bad company and subsequently ran away from home. Till now, she has been living alone, doing odd jobs to pay rent and to get by. 

 Things got really bad during her freshmen year in university. Her friends and her got busted for dealing drugs and she almost got thrown to jail if not for a save from her ex boyfriend in the courtroom, leading him serving his time while she roams the street freely. Ari got thrown into rehab for a couple of months. Those months were the hardest for her, as she dealt with her break-up, her shame and her emotions. 

During those moments, she met someone who turned her life around. (can be a plot) through them she mixed with a better group of friends and eventually got convinced to join the police department (NYPD) as a detective because of her keen eye for detail and her hopes to help runaway youths who were like her.

After enrolling into the police department, Ari was given an option to be transferred. She decided to take it up and left New York in attempt to leave her past behind, settled down in new ham, connecticut. She has been here for a month and is still pretty new to the city. Now, she has her life together, having a stable job paying rent, the downside is that she is a workaholic and hence have not much time for socialising. She still hold her identity as a runaway, kinda like a broken, fallen star, close to her heart. Till now, she has issues with her family that are yet to be resolved. She dare not go near drugs too, least she couldn't resist.

[tristcnscott]

━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰   t r i s t a n ;;

Stats:

age: 26 gender: male sexuality: bisexual birthday: november 25, 1993 place of birth: west ham, ct former occupation: psychology PhD candidate/teaching assistant faction & rationale: faction #3;; Tristan struggles to make decisions, & he doesn’t mind following someone else’s lead as long as they seem to know what they’re doing.

━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ likes;;

fantasy/psychological thriller novels & movies

kind people

locking himself in his room for hours at a time

puzzles

giving up on puzzles

cats

planning ahead

━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ dislikes;;

being rushed

committing to literally anything

buses, cars, trains, planes

dogs

conflict/violence

impulsive people

loud people

━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ b a c k g r o u n d

Tristan’s parents are extremely wealthy– his mother is the president of the west ham historical society.

He never saw eye-to-eye with his parents, but he loves them dearly.

He hates when rich people throw money at their issues & wants to make a name for himself without relying on his parents’ money.

His biological mother gave him up to her sister when he was born. When he found out at age 17 that he was adopted by his aunt, he decided he wanted nothing to do with his bio. mom. He can’t fathom giving up one’s own child.

He devours articles, books, & videos dedicated to psychology. He’s fascinated by the human mind, and learning about it has caused him to become more understanding of others.

He tries to be a good friend, though he struggles with depression && as a result, he occasionally falls by the wayside. He’ll mean to reach out, but he may go weeks without seeing anyone but Finley.

Tris thinks his sister can get pretty irritating at times, and the two often quarrel over their differences in values.

He used to be bullied in middle school because he was a quiet && socially anxious kid.

He’s very empathetic && forgiving as long as he believes that the person is redeemable.

Tristan finds himself spending hours deliberating the simplest of issues. He finds it difficult to make decisions, and he usually opts to let others decide for him.

He wants to believe most people are good, but he always expects to be let down.

[scott-finley]

hey everyone! i couldn’t help but bring in my new bb, finley! read more about her under the cut.

born and raised in west ham, baybee! she’s left town to travel, and she went to college out of state... but she moved back to west ham to work for her mother’s event planning business.

her mother and father were never happily married. they played the part for eighteen long years... but after finley and her brother moved out, they got a bitter divorce. that was seven years ago, but is finley over it? absolutely not.

it doesn’t help that her mother, the president of the west ham historical society, married a woman almost six months after getting divorced. 

finley never saw the point in working hard. as long as she could find a shortcut to something, why stress? it also helps that her family has money, so... she can always pay her way out of a situation if she needs it.

if she were to have any special skills on her resume, it would be knot tying, and it’s not because she was a girl scout?

she’s convinced that everything will turn back to normal sometime soon. in the meantime, she’s living her best life, day drinking and tanning by her pool. she will NOT be sharing her resources, thank you, and is very happy to tell anyone who tries to take her family’s belongings where they can stick their grubby hands.

[archer-ivor]

— charlie hunnam , he/him , cis male — apparently Archer Ivor , the 35 year old Paramedic , was on a bus to New York City that day before unfortunately returning to a vacant town . as time passed , they’ve decided to join faction 2 , which is understandable considering they’re known to be quite independent and calculated , but also insensitive and aggressive on a bad day . they don’t seem to be handling this new society well . — ki , 22 , EST , she/her . 

tw: child death / tw: child abuse / tw: alcoholism / tw: depression

DEMOGRAPHICS—

NAME: Archer Mercutio Ivor AGE: 35 DATE OF BIRTH: 04/02/1985 HEIGHT: 6′1 BUILD: athletic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual MARITAL STATUS: divorced CHILDREN: Vera Marie Ivor, deceased  (Age: 7) OCCUPATION: Paramedic employed with New Ham Emergency Medical Services EDUCATION: National Registry of Emergency Medical Technicians-Paramedic MEYERS-BRIGGS TYPE: INTJ

EARLY LIFE—

Archer was raised in the small suburb of Bala Cynwyd, nestled just on the border of Philadelphia. Born to Christina Moore and Hayden Ivor Jr as a result of a one night stand, Archer found himself rejected by both parents from before he’d even taken his first breath. Christina and Hayden were two opposite personalities, with only one compatibility -- of which was sexual. And so, when Christina fell pregnant after a drunken one night stand with Hayden, she had wanted an abortion. Hayden, having opposite views, vehemently objected, and vowed that if she went through with the pregnancy, he would raise the child as a single parent. Though Christina had had no desire to have a child, or to even be pregnant, she made the decision to appease Hayden under the agreement that she would give birth and move on with her life. 

Unfortunately, the circumstances didn’t unfold as previously agreed. When Christina, who had been unsupported by Hayden through her entire pregnancy, went into labor.... Hayden was nowhere to be found. She’d tried calling, texting, reaching out to his roommates -- only to find that her number had been blocked, Hayden had moved, and no one would give her his new contact information. Alone, in agony, and betrayed, on April 2nd of 1985 the nineteen year old gave birth to Archer. And once he was out of her. she demanded the physician find him a new parent. Before they could even urge her to breastfeed for the first time, Christina was pulling the IVs from her arms and rushing to get out of the hospital. To get far, far away from her mistake, and to grieve the betrayal that Hayden had inflicted upon her.

And so, Archer found himself shuffled around through foster homes in Bala Cynwyd until he aged out of foster care. Each foster home played the same tune: rich folks wanting to pocket an extra grand every month without truly wanting to be parents to another child. He found himself in a position where he was always unwanted. And as a result, he faced abuse of every form. He used to joke that entering a new foster home was like picking a poison. Verbal, physical, emotional, sexual... he couldn’t take an honest inventory of his grief even if he’d wanted to. The effects of the abuse caused him to mentally block everything out. He isolated himself his entire childhood, found solace in books and writing and science, and then when he turned eighteen he packed all he could carry into a bookbag and left his final foster home for good, without a goodbye. He wasn’t sure where he was going, but he bought a ticket for the first bus out of the town, and over the next two days, he found himself huddled in the back of different buses, the world whizzing past him, and humming with opportunity. He thought of moving to New York City. But then his fear got the best of him, and he saw on his next stop that there was a bus traveling to New Ham. New Ham sounded quaint. Sounded like a fresh slate. So with nothing but a few thousand dollars that he’d stolen from his foster parents, and the clothes on his back, eighteen year old Archer began his new life in New Ham.

EARLY ADULTHOOD—

After moving to New Ham, Archer had found a jovial old man who allowed him to rent out the furnished room in his basement for a few hundred bucks a month. He got a job at the local coffee shop and slowly built himself into the person he’d always dreamed of becoming. It had never been a goal of his to become a big wig CEO or own a bunch of property. In fact, all that Archer wanted from life was to know happiness. To know what it felt like to be loved. And when he met Anna, he thought that he’d finally found it. At the time he’d lived in New Ham for several years, was now 24. Despite being told of his handsomeness by many people, and despite being pursued by women near every day, Archer had been very protective over his own heart. He never let his defenses down, until he’d met Anna. It had been his first relationship, and he’d never been taught about the foolishness of infatuation. He thought she was beautiful and vigorous, and fell in love with her like a dying man chugged water. He became vulnerable with her like he’d hardly ever even been vulnerable with himself. But as the honeymood phase unwinded, the couple found friction, and each of them behaved in ways that weren’t loving at all. Archer and Anna fell pregnant just before they had reached a breaking point, where Archer was going to end their relationship and cut his losses. But with a baby on the way, he repeated his parents’ same mistake, and rather than listening to rationale, at 25 they decided to keep the baby, and he’d just turned 26 when his daughter Vera Marie was born. 

Before bringing a child into the world himself, he’d never known he could love another person so much. With every fiber of his being. He vowed to be a better person for her, and to show her the healthy sense of love he’d never been given as a child himself. So he joined the local community college, got a certificate to become an EMT, and then got down on his knee and gave Anna a ring. They were by no means healthy for one another, but he didn’t want his daughter to be raised in a broken home. The two were married the week after Vera’s first birthday. Archer had begun his career as a rookie EMT. Everything would have appeared to be going well to any onlooker. Perfect, even.

But if there was one thing Archer knew, it was how to suffer in silence. Slowly but surely, he and Anna drew further and further apart. And Vera had become his only source of happiness. He loved her unconditionally. He loved her so much some nights he would sit alone and sob with happiness. And so when Vera was five years old and suddenly began dropping weight and screaming that she was in pain, Archer plummeted into a depression so severe not even Vera could pull him out. She was the only thing keeping him together. And those words... Those words from that Oncologist’s mouth, they felt like acid on his skin. He’d never wanted to scoop his daughter up and protect her from the world so badly in his life. But how could he protect her from colon cancer?

The next few years brought with them a grief so complex and profound, Archer began secretly drinking to cope with his pain. He had to sit back and watch as his little girl withered away, and be unable to do anything about it except hold her while she cried. He began to believe he had just never been meant to have love in his life, and that the world was just determined to steal everything he cared about away from him. But he tried to stay positive in front of Vera, and assure her that he believed in her, that she would pull through. 

But on June 20th, 2018, he buried his daughter six feet underground.

The death broke both him and Anna, and they briefly stayed together as though they were emotionally clinging to one another for comfort. But in the following months, Archer felt hollow, and bitter, and distraught. And Anna couldn’t understand why he withdrew into himself and shut her out entirely. Like flipping a light switch. Especially when they needed each other the most. 

It was six months after his daughter passed that Anna found him on the couch, seven drinks deep, and placed divorce papers down on the table. He signed them without a second thought. Their divorce was finalized, he let her have the house, and he moved into an apartment on the other side of the town.

PRESENT DAY—

After moving out of the home, Archer fell into a two week long bender of heavy drinking, where he eventually found himself standing on the outer edge of a bridge a couple miles outside of town. It was 2AM, and he was sobbing guturally. Like a wounded animal, screaming into the night. Screaming at God. Screaming at the universe. Disheveled and dizzy, he’d quieted himself and stared down into the water below him. Barely illuminated by the moon. His eyes had fallen closed, and he made his decision with a shaky breath. But he was sure. He was certain that this was what he wanted. He was one step forward off the ledge when he heard a shocked, but tentative voice behind him. 

“Archer? Archer... Archer, turn around, buddy...” 

He knew he could have just taken the next step and it would have all been over with. All of his pain. Gone. 

But something inside him that he never questioned until a month later, made him open his tear filled eyes and look over his shoulder. It was one of the Troopers that would come down to the EMS station frequently when things were slow. Marcus Geraldi. The man’s doe-like brown eyes were pinned to Archer, distinct with worry and terror... and uncertainty. Archer felt a wave of guilt wash over him. And in the next moment, when he glanced back down at the water, overwhelming fear. 

He inhaled sharply, and called out to his friend: “Marcus... I-I need help getting back over the bars, I’m too drunk.” 

With words of encouragement, Marcus had helped steady Archer in the journey back to safe ground. And on the drive back to his home in the police cruiser, neither of them said a word. Marcus had been well aware of Archer’s recent life traumas. And Marcus never spoke a word to anyone about what he’d seen that night. 

The following month Archer spent all his time drinking and pondering  why he hadn’t just taken that step. It was what he’d wanted, deep down, his whole life. It was what he felt was long overdue. But as he sat more and more with himself, he had an epiphany. It dawned on him that permanent relief was never what he’d wanted. It was love. Love was what he’d wanted. And happiness. And he’d been so damn starved of it his whole life that when he got it, and lost it again, consecutively, it was soul crushing. It dawned on him that he’d never really wanted to die. He just wanted love that was complete and lasting.  And not stolen away from him by fate. 

He decided he was going to take back control of his life, of his pain, of his happiness. If happiness wasn’t going to fall into his lap, he was going to seek it out and make it happen. Or, at least try to. He cut back on his drinking, and tried to fight his addiction through AA meetings and sober apps. He went back to school to climb up the next rung of emergency medicine and become a paramedic, vowing to himself to be of importance in this life. He fell into a long bender of researching colon cancer and how to reduce his own risk, and after finding a common denominator over and over again he went vegan. He tried his damn hardest to meditate at night, and to be kind to others. Once he graduated paramedic school, he thought he was on a strong path upwards, despite his depression ever constant. 

But then things fell into a stand still. Life fell back into mundane. And he found himself succumbing to his alcoholism and reverting backwards after a few months. This town, he determined, just had too many bad memories.

And so the decision was made to move on. Emotionally and physically. 

He thought of where he might want to go, and he remembered that day almost two decades ago where in his adolescence, he was too fearful to go to New York City. But now he didn’t think anything could scare him.

The man had done just as he did before. He packed a bag, and got the first ticket out of town. This time to New York City. But he never did make it to New York City. He never did escape the town that held all his agony. Instead the buses had turned right back around. And he was right back in New Ham, unable to escape, neither physically or emotionally.