#veritasintro

[ofjunkrcts]

OKAY HI u guys have no idea how pumped i am for this!!!!!! i almost NEVER pick up second characters so u know that means i gotta whole lot of love in my heart for this girl :’) let’s jump right in i’m so excited!!!!!!!!!

part one: the backstory!!!!

what the fuck is up im coming at u HOT with another Hot Fucking Mess say hello to my mfn BABYGIRL frankie rivera

yes frankie is a nickname no u probably don’t know what her full name is bc undersharing is the name of the game baby

born on the wrong side of the tracks…… literally! technically the trailer park she grew up in wasn’t Actually an ashmont mailing address bc heaven forbid 100% of ashmont residents aren’t stupid rich! but thanks to the wonder that is school of choice, frankie still went to ashmont high school w the gang way back when!

(sex work tw) she was raised by her single mother who was a community college dropout when a random ass hookup ended up in her being pregnant! her mom has worked two jobs all of frankie’s life to afford the basics, being a waitress at a bar by day and also a stripper by night to make that money and provide for her daughter! and even though they barely BARELY ever had enough to make ends meet, frankie’s momma is her whole HERO so watch ur mouth

because she didn’t really have much growing up and because her mom’s demanding work schedule left her with very little supervision, she resorted to petty theft at a pretty young age. sometimes it was to get things that she or her mom needed, like medicine from the gas station down the street. sometimes it was to get things that she wanted, like if she wanted fresh fruit for breakfast. and, eventually, she ended up stealing because it was what everyone expected from someone “like her”

by the time that high school came around, frankie’s tendency for theft had surpassed means of survival and had, instead, had turned into something that she couldn’t stop herself from doing. she stole clothes, makeup, accessories, art supplies, anything and everything that the world of rich kids around her made her believe that she needed but couldn’t afford on her own and she quickly found that she couldn’t stop herself

the idea that she was constantly being judged by people who looked down on her, constantly believing that there were a set of expectations she would always be held to, constantly being seen as nothing and constantly having to prove that she wasn’t worthless — all became recurring themes in her life

the first person frankie met who changed her life was a man named mel carson, the owner of carson’s automotive shop. when she was fifteen, frankie got caught attempting to shoplift from the pharmacy of the convenience store and, really, she’d just been lucky that mel had been there and convinced the owner of the store to let her go with a warning, paying for what she’d been trying to steal. and then he’d really saved her life by offering her a job at the shop

the second person frankie met who changed her life was her art teacher, junior year. coincidentally, it was another instance where she thought that she was going to end up in trouble with the law. she’d developed a love for art at a young age, but it had always seemed untouchable until the day that she began to express herself through graffiti. it was her art teacher who found her spray painting one of the back walls of the school and, instead, of reporting her to the school or to the ashmont pd for vandalism, he looked at her and saw the talent and the passion with which her work was carefully completed. he convinced her to start taking classes, gave her a place and supplies to work in his classroom, fostered her interests and encouraged her to stick with it

she did and, by some miracle, she ended up at st e’s on a scholarship for her art after spending a year at community college, which she never thought would have happened to someone like her. opening her college acceptance letter, with her mom looking on and beaming with pride, was the first time in her life that frankie truly felt like she might be able to amount to something

now she’s out here at st e’s chilling, working at the art gallery, also running a “technically illegal because you don’t have any certification” underground auto shop in the junkyard just chilling !!!!!!! 

PART 2: PERSONALITY

as far as her personality goes, frankie can probably best be described as being single minded to the point of recklessness. she has been held accountable for very few things in her life, never really had a lot of responsibilities, was never held to a very high standard, often got away with things she shouldn’t have without seeing repercussions, etc. because of that she’s always been a bit flighty and had a difficult time seeing the full extent of the consequences of her actions 

this probably..... best displays itself in her tendency to be...... overly flirtatious with uhhh everyone all the time she is so TERRIBLE about it she is so so flirty n so so ........ Like That. i dont mean 2 be that person but like........ female danny/female noah. thats her ladies!! ready n willing to sleep w anyone at almost any moment in time 

but shes super gay so jot that down xoxo

ANYWAY. it isnt that she’s not empathetic bc she IS. she gets Way Too Attached to people and then backs out before she can fully commit bc..................

she’s also a BIG TIME commitment-phobe, terrified of letting people in and seeing the parts of her that she keeps tucked away under a cool, icy, collected exterior which mostly stems from the fact that she has a lot of repressed contempt towards people who have always viewed her as lesser because of her status, social standing, etc

i might be biased but??? i love her and think she’s a good person still??? like deep down she’s such a sweetheart she really is, she likes to just hang out in the junkyard and and go through trash that people threw away and pick out pieces of things that can be built into something new and beautiful

she’s super sentimental deep down but will throw punches if anyone tries to say that, she doesn’t give a SHIT if she’s only like 5 ft tall she will fight

she’s a baby and strongly identifies in the “junk” of the junkyard n wants someone to put effort into her to make her beautiful the way that she does to everything else and that’s on that 

OKAY. PLOTS

basically i have some in my brain already but im gonna do the tldr version of them rn so that i can POST THIS. 

first of all, GIVE HER SPICY CONNECTIONS PLS kiki is the loml n my girl but shes 2 sad 2 b spicy ever in her life so LET ME HAVE A SPICY GIRL PLS

FRIENDS!!!!! she would live and die for her friends SO VERY MUCH give her some sweet wholesome plots esp someone who was perhaps her friend back in the day 

“EXES” and i put it in quotations bc its... highly unlikely that frankie was ever 1000000% committed and in a serious relationship (OR maybe she was maybe ur character was the 1 exception that broke her heart) BUT THERE R SO MANY POSSIBILITIES FOR THIS TO GO MESSY

also she needs ROOMMATES. WHO WANTS A ROOMMATE!!!!!!!!!!!

um????? hateship?????????? didnt get along??????????// still dont get along??????????? 

IDK. MY BRAIN IS SO SCATTERED BC I AM SO EXCITED N FEELING CRAZY BUT!!!!!!!!!!! ILY

[mvgicians]

me every time the dash turns into a dumpster fire again.... ANYWAY. meet my new baby vi !! she’s a messy bitch who lives for drama so. get ready.

skeleton: the magician.

faceclaim: bruna marquezine.

name: vitória da silva.

gender & pronouns: cisfemale, she/her.

age: twenty-one.

major: psychology.

clubs: GSA.

employment: intern at the mayor’s office.

background !

vi was born in las vegas and baby is vegas personified. loud, showy, always wearing glitter, always betting on something, probably has beaten you in poker at some point

her parents met at a bar, promptly got drunk, married in a vegas chapel, and conceived vi THAT NIGHT LMFAO

i told y’all. vegas personified

they decided to keep the baby, give things a go, but they were... not prepared for how much of a commitment babies are

they took care of her, but basically did the bare minimum. they were super hands off, not cruel or anything, just... distant. she literally called them “gen” and “seb” instead of mom and dad. they were basically her glorified roommates

both of them worked in casinos which meant vi spent a lot of time there as a kid !! her mom spent a lot of time teaching her about bluffing and mixing cocktails, how to play blackjack and poker; her dad taught her to defend herself. u know. just normal things to teach ur nine year old daughter

she loved it tho, thrived in that kind of environment. she’s got a quick mind so she picked up on shit fast and would sit at poker tables with grown ass men by the time she was in middle school. and she’d win

she also snuck into clubs a lot just for kicks — which is where she met her magic yoda ! 

wren holliday: local las vegas magician, twenty-five, possibly the coolest person she’d ever heard of, was performing that night. 

vitória da silva: local las vegas delinquent, fifteen, chock full of ginger ale ( yes, in a club ) and sheer bravado, was instantly starstruck and convinced that she and wren were destined to meet

basically, she snuck into his dressing room and convinced him to take her on as an assistant for his vegas magic shows ! and baby THRIVED off the attention she got on stage

when she inevitably went home, though, she felt... empty. nothing compared to the vibrant shows, the roaring audience, the way she felt adored and revered afterward when she mingled in the crowd

this marked the beginning of her sleeping around — she craved that attention, that love, and she’d do anything to get it. so she bounced from bed to bed over the next couple of years, even landing in the bed of wren himself

all things must come to an end, though, and vi decided it was time for her to leave vegas by the time she graduated high school. thanks to some #stellar SAT scores she scored herself a scholarship and noped tf out of nevada !!

since being at ashmont, she’s been a hoe and a half, which is v on brand. she joined cheerleading for the memes, promptly started dating daisey, got cheated on by daisey, dropped daisey’s ass and cheerleading all in one

she’s an intern at the mayor’s office bc she was hoping for some hot goss sdkljglkjdsg

she also puts on magic shows w a good degree of regularity !! she loves being in front of a crowd, loves the attention, and she’s damn good at it. she’s probably done a card trick for ur character at some point just for kicks ( she has a pack of cards on her... at all times )

she’s got some sticky fingers, y’all. she’s been stealing wallets since she was a kid and that shit has not stopped. vi has probably stolen from every damn house party she’s ever been to ( sry oz !! )

IM GONNA SHUT UP NOW

wanted connections ! just some basic ideas sdkjgdslg

friends !! obvi !! she loves attention and wants it Constantly so let’s feed her ego with companionship

someone she’s actually genuinely soft for bc goddamn bitch calm down

on the opposite end of the spectrum, BAD friends. vi is selfish and petty and i’d love someone for her to pal around with who’s just as mean as she can be

hookups !!! anyone and everyone. she ain’t picky and she’s always horny.

she’s a Lot so someone who isn’t a fan is absolutely likely. gimme someone she rubs the wrong way, and it’s bad

make this bitch fall in love i swear to god. do it.

that’s all 4 now hit the heart my loves

[camcronturner]

hey y’all!!! it’s ally, back at it again with another disaster, cam turner, peter pan, math major and actual child. oh, and cassidy turner’s twin brother. statistics are on his blog, and there’s a summary and wanted connections below. like this post and i will come to you to plot!!

backstory 

at the beginning, it was just him, cass, and his mom. always a bit of a momma’s boy, and very close to cass to this day. 

shit started in kindergarten, when he had trouble reading and writing, and it wasn’t until the second grade that he was diagnosed with dyslexia. he just thought he was stupid for two straight years; that shit stuck

even though he was winning math competitions left and right from the fourth grade, that shit still stuck. 

low self-esteem and nerdy interests led to him being bullied, but his home life was what kept him going. when his mom remarried and suddenly he had three younger siblings, it was just even better. 

he was fine until his stepdad died, his mom stopped getting out of bed, and it was up to fifteen-year-old cass and cam to take care of their younger siblings and make money. cam didn’t take this too well, and his relationship with his mother has been strained ever since. 

he’s worked odd jobs and in hospitality ever since, and its only thanks to his math marks and sat score that he was able to get a scholarship to st. e’s. 

he’s feared daisey since she was cass’s friend; daisey definitely used his secret to blackmail him into doing some of her assignments, and worked as her cabana boy was the worst mistake he’d ever made. 

personality

he’s a sweet sweet boy someone save him 

anxious, naive, stupid, and kinda childish 

his spine is made of cooked spaghetti (except when it comes to his family. you Do Not Fuck With His Family) 

clinging to childhood with everything he has omfg. loves cartoons, sugary cereals, comic books, and making jokes. 

math puns. so many math puns. and self-deprecation. 

cannot deal with making decisions

loves comics and his favorite superhero is aquaman. i know.

his sense of humor is a mixture of the mcelroy brothers and kurtis conner

had a vine account with a modest following

also he’s gay but refuses to acknowledge it consciously. 

Big Depression Boy, but trying his very hardest to hide it 

wanted connections

pre-existing: chameleon, greek tragedy, princess

donde esta la biblioteca? his best friend in stupidity (inspo)

because we’re delta airlines! someone that takes advantage of his sweet and unassuming nature, either to exploit him or just to torment him.

two bros chillin’ in the hot tub. a guy cam will not admit he has a crush on, because he refuses to accept the fact that he’s gay.

oh my god they were roommates. self-explanatory lmao

for the last time, dnd is not a cult. lowkey want him to have a dnd buddy. he was a dm in high school and is always looking for new people to play with.

hey guys. im depressed. gang gang. his confidante and depression buddy; they probably try to ignore the abyss of their own minds together.

i thought you were american. somehow, whenever they hang out, things just get super awkward and cam doesn’t know why.

literally anything it all let’s have fun

[ofphcenixes]

THE PHOENIX || BLUE HAWTHORNE.

ok i won’t lie i stole this intro from veritas 2 kdJKDGF BUT ! if you want to get to know this guy definitely hit the readmore below *shaky eye emoji*. also hi i’m lilac i’m an admin and also a sims enthusiast anyways, back onto what’s important here, this lil bean called red blue !

personality

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but if you have seen blue’s blog sidebar and title, i feel like you will gather a LOT about his personality lmfao

he is playful, jocular, and honestly? immature

always looking for the childhood he never got to have, y’know?

he is secretly very insecure and always has a need to please. if someone doesn’t like him, he’ll tear himself apart to figure out why.

he’s always telling jokes and always laughing. he’s known for his Memes and is always a good time to be around… if you know what i mean ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

but also Anti-( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) because ya boi has commitment issues so high they’re past the inevitable spaghetti monster that’s probably floating out there in space

he can also be very maternal when the need arises. he is not good at talking about emotions but he’ll give you a meme or a plate of cookies to Heal You

honestly? the human embodiment of a puppy. cannot be alone for very long, has a short attention span, and craves validation lmfao. give him a squeaky toy and he will be Contented

as a footballer he can be Tough on field when he needs to be but he’s also v sensitive and talks to birds he passes on his morning runs like he’s a disney princess djkgfdk

he struggles academically as he has a short attention span most of the time and thinks too little of himself. however, he’s a lot brighter than most people give him credit for. he’s incredibly creative and a lateral thinker. maths makes him want to die, tho.

also what’s money? blue does not know

to many, blue’s known as the troubled kid who turned his life around. to others, he’s known as the local Meme Dealer. but to a lucky few, he’s known as a friend who would do anything for you.

most just know him as the moron named after a colour tho.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

history. (trigger warning: illness, death, drugs, depression)

WHO’S READY FOR SOME CHROMATIC CONTENT

blue hawthorne, who never goes by his birthname bc he hates it dfkjgdgdf ( what is his birthname ? he’ll never tell ┌( ಠ‿ಠ)┘ ) was born right here in ashmont.

despite not having a lot - he grew up with just him and his mum ( his father left before he was born, never knew a thing about him ), in a tiny trailer park on the outskirts of town. a far cry from the opulent manors peppered all throughout town, and the very lifestyle blue’s mother was accustomed to as a child. however, the pair were content as long as they were together.

despite not having much, blue loved every second of his childhood. he wore his mischief like a crown, smiling wherever he went. he’d always resonated with a love of music and dance, and like his mother before him, danced. ballet was his passion growing up, and started as young as 5.

as a child blue was often teased for this, and the fact that he was so close with his mother. he was also very outspoken and strong-willed, and never let his peers get the best of him. he danced, he laughed, he bruised his knees at any given opportunity. what he lacked in possessions he gained in the abundance of joy he felt in his heart growing up. his mother and a few of his close friends were his world.

when blue turned ten, everything changed.

the jubilant, mischievous, but altogether kind-hearted boy was given the heart-breaking news that his mother had been diagnosed with cancer. margarette hawthorne, much like her son, was a fighter - and didn’t let such a diagnosis keep her down. despite their dwindling lack of funds now going towards medical bills, and the fact blue began sacrificing his own childhood as he took to the role of a caretaker of sorts for his mother, he never took his time with her for granted.

things were okay for a while. there was a point where the doctors were convinced that she was going to make it. blue was a fool. blue believed them.

at the age of thirteen, blue lost everything. he lost his place to live, he lost his childhood and lust for life, and he lost the person he loved most in the world. he lost his best friend.

it wasn’t long before the overbearing sympathy from those around him soured blue. he was sick of being bullied, people not liking him, and altogether not being in control. so what did this boy do ? he quit ballet (the thing he’d loved since he was able to stand), he started drinking, he got involved in a very bad crowd and became a frequenter of the local ashmont police station. blue became a certified Bad Boy™

blue was sent to live with the grandparents that despised him and never acknowledged his existence before that moment. righteous and conservative in their views, they had cast aside their daughter when she had blue out of wedlock, and only reached out to her in her final months. for this reason, blue despised these people (he refused to call them family). he tried his best to be appreciative of a house and food ( which was much better than anything he had growing up ). but he was cold. always cold.

as a teenager, blue fell into a rapid succession of bad decisions. still small, still frail in stature, he found himself at a dissonance with his image and began growing insecure about his looks, the years of torment weighing on him. he found anesthetic in the party scene outside of school, taking to alcohol and drugs as a sedative from the life he felt forced to lead. his grandparents were pigeon-holing him into a preppy, studious boy who’d go on to be a banker or a lawyer, when all blue had wanted to do was be himself. he couldn’t decide if he hated himself or he hated the world more.

at the age of 16, his rap sheet seemed to grow with each rising of the sun. he’d fallen in with a bad crowd, hardly ever heading ‘home’ and couch surfed. at the age of 16 he’d gotten his own car and lived more out of that than the stuffy house on top of the hill where he was supposed to stay. his grades were sinking towards the bottom of the barrel, he was always looking for validation from the bad kids he hung around with and made some very poor decisions in the hopes he’d be liked. in the hopes he’d find a new family.

the partying, the stream of hook ups, his criminal record (mainly with traffic offences, a few write ups for public intoxication and fighting), sobriety, the instability of his living situation and his future all came to boil just before he turned 17. physically he’d started to fill out, and look more like the man people know today. he was no longer frail and no longer weak, and when asked, he used to his fists to forge that path he thought he wanted.

after a dark night, it became apparent to blue that his path of self destruction was hurting no one but himself. whether by choice or by accident, he knew he wasn’t ready to see his mother again. so… he’d hit rock bottom with a spectacular thud. but blue knew the only way to go from there was up.

through nothing short than a McMiracle (sponsored by Ronald McDonald, bc no one else is rich enough to pull it off lmfao) blue managed to scrape by and complete high school.

blue had no doubt his family name (that of his grandparents) helped him secure an athletic scholarship to st etienne. in his year of transformation from 17 to 18 his grandmother had softened to the boy she’d always hated and was riddled with guilt for the years of mistreatment, and promised to pay for his education (that wasn’t covered by his scholarship) as long as he promised to make something of himself. his first year of college, things really started looking up for blue. he was finally back on track.

then woops, grim came a-knocking again

bidding farewell to the grandmother he was only beginning to know, his grandfather had no reason to extend her kindnesses, and cut blue off. at the age of 18 he was homeless, with nothing but a car and a handful of pokemon cards he’d had as a kid. not worth anything or even particularly sentimental, he just likes pokemond kgfjfd.

living in his car for a while before eventually crashing with a close friend, blue managed to absorb his days in study and in work. he quickly found his passion in helping kids, and giving them the childhoods that he never got. going into teaching seemed like a no-brainer.

although blue’s wild days are behind him, there are some things locked in his past that still haunt him. there are doors he never hopes to open again. but he got his fresh start, and is determined to live the life a young blue would have wanted for him, and one his mother could be proud of.

then the grim reaper came back a third time, his scythe begging for daisey rutherford.

the investigation.

blue’s connection to daisey is that they danced in ballet classes together… as you can imagine, daisey had to put on her Evil Training Wheels somewhere and unfortunately, blue was one of her earliest victims. teased constantly for his appearance, his love of ballet, his lack of wealth, and on awful days, his single parent household.

for the most part blue had grown resilient in ignoring these comments. but he never forgot how daisey mistreated him, and sparked a wave of similar comments from people in their year when they were only children.

hey now im not gonna rEVEAL (bc what if he is ??? :o ) anything relating to the crime if he was the murderer, but know he is Lorge and Strong and could probably push daisey over with his finger lmfao

it’s also worth noting that one of daisey’s parents, a beloved surgeon, treated blue’s mother whilst she was in hospital with cancer. the late detection of its return is what caused her death, and blue has been vocal in his blame in the rutherford family for the loss of the person closest to him ever since.

now i’m not saying blue did anything… but if he did, his ‘eye for an eye’ motive ? maybe not as crazy as you may think. especially when you consider your boi already has a criminal record. ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

plots.

atm i am still working on blue’s blob and getting his stats/connections page up BUT !! here are a few fun lil plots beyond his skeleton connections that i’d absolutely love to explore. also here’s his current connections page for further ideas ! 

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS  - blue grew up in ashmont, and didn’t have a lot of friends kfgjfd. if your muse would have been down for a Young Memey Mess that’s fond of a pirouette, blue is your Man. on the flip side, if your muse is one of the Cool Kids and is looking for potential animosity, i’d love someone who tried to squash blue like a bug in their youth (~:

FLIRTATIONSHIP - blue is currently in a (hidden) relationship, and for the first time in his life, gasp, might have feelings. but he’s a fucking walnut and refuses to admit that, so a plot of someone with an unrequited crush, a fun flirtationship, or even someone that just wants to be his wingman would not only be fun, but also incredibly painful - which is what we deserve. 8) (also note, blue is bisexual so any muse would work. <3)

COWORKERS - blue works as a trainer at the ashmont fitness centre ( …. dont @ maaria for the page not being done fgjdgkdf  WE ARE IN THE PROCESS OF UPDATING THE PAGES NOW KDFJGDKFJ). but i’d always be down for plots in the workplace !!

UBER - sorry for the lame ass name lmao but dkjfgfkd blue is not about the party scene anymore ( lowkey bc he’s afraid to get addicted again and throw away everything he’s worked so hard for). but he does care a lot about people, and a pal of his is v much still hooked to that lifestyle and he very dkfgjdf determinedly drives them home every time to ensure they’re safe. could be former party friends, could be current friends in some capacity. maybe there was an incident in their past that blue feels guilt over ( a fight perhaps, trigger warning - maybe an overdose?) and so now he looks after them. or even just having a sibling-like bond, which (as blue is an only child) i’d also love something like that!

STUDY BUDDY - blue is a moron and needs someone to help him not fail kdfjgdf. he may not be naturally adept at getting good grades, but unlike many, he’s trying his absolute hardest. in return, he’s more than happy to be your Meme Dealer. bonus points if it’s unlikely friends, or if they didn’t exactly get along at first. :D

FELLOW FOOTBALLERS - 2 bros sitting in a hot tub five feet apart bc they’re not gay. dkjgdgdf but for REAL. exploring the team dynamic of the football team would be so fun, especially with blue’s reputation and the fact he only started taking up the sport when he was about 15-16, which may be a lot later than other guys in the team.

RIVALS - god they’re probably rivals about memes and i hate that but that’s just what it is :/

ok i have nothing else to say other than thank you for being a sweetheart and reading through this ??? i know it was a McMess but, if you’d like to plot with said mcmess definitely hit me up - or wait it out a lil bc i plan to do some starter stuff and plotting later today. (~: love you all, and viva la daisey ! 

[ottofinch]

      so so thrilled to be here with the figurehead, n i know it was a really tough decision for the admins so i just hope i can do him justice ! please find below everything i have thus far on otto ballantyne, the younger brother of nate, and a theatre and classics student who was arranged to be married to daisey. i’ve honestly been itching to play a character like otto for months, so i can’t wait to get my teeth stuck into him. please bombard me with discord messages for plots.

part one: ooc information 

nora, 23, she/her, gmt.

part two: the muse !

skeleton: the figurehead.

faceclaim: froy gutierrez  

otto horatio ballantyne. 

cisgender male.

twenty-one

theatre arts major, minoring in classics.

clubs: student government, mock trial, theatre.

apartment 004. 

part three: the skeleton !

      heavy is the head that wears the crown, though yours is the size of a tennis ball when you are born three weeks premature, barely formed enough to open your eyes. for those first few weeks all your parents knew were fear and love --- fear that you would leave them, love that you had made it through so much, hooked up to wires like a fish in a cryogenic tank. to them your heart that learned one day to beat of its own accord was a miracle. perhaps that’s why you became their golden boy.

      being born as a boy on the brink of death makes you invulnerable. you were achilles and the world couldn’t touch you for you were shielded from harm by a mother’s protective spell. should nathaniel lay so much as a finger on your skin, a voice would raise like the sound of a god from the veranda where she sat sipping her wine, play nice, boys! the sound of it thick with merlot. in every fight they took your side ; angel-headed creatures never lied. you soon learned that adults would believe anything if they liked you, that flattery will get you anywhere and to the well-trained mind, conversation was little more than a parlour game.

      you harboured your mother’s beauty, the softness of her voice, the firmness of her skin and light in the corners of her smile. of your father, they’d say you inherited his wit, though that was your own --- as was the golden hair that tousled your head, taken not from ambrose ballantyne but rather the bout of his three-week business trip to germany when your mother had bedded the gardener. if he knew, he never mentioned it. to believe such a fate would imply that he was not enough for her. though you noticed one day when you were nearing five and the sun was ripe on your freckle-flecked skin that the gardener had stopped coming at all. the grass, once shaven to its scalp, now grew to your knees.

      at school, you learned with porridge still clinging to your mouth that the way to win over your teachers was through your smile. yours was the kind of school where the christmas play was not the nativity but rather the story of the gods, and stardom came to you in the role of apollo, sun shining from your beaming face, a bright halo of hair around your head. this was the first time you noticed a coldness in nathaniel’s eyes as your father threw you over his shoulder and your mother drenched you in praise. a bout of food-poisoning on your brother’s part rendered the italian restaurant, visited in your honour, abandoned. you never did find out if he was faking.

      the room to his door remained shut after that and you learned to wile away your hours in the company of nannies and children from neighbouring castles, played at knights and rescued princesses from nearby dungeons, a tin-foil crown lopsided on your head. you learned to seek influence in the faces of those around you, how their eyes would widen as they hung like stalactites to your words. storyteller. prophet. riddler. prince. you cut your tongue into a well-kept sword and sparred with it thrice a day.

      by nine you had read all of dickens novels. by eleven, all of shakespeare’s comedies --- though you understood them as much as a cricket knows the meaning of the cosmos. still, it sounded rich and impressive when asked by aunties at dinner parties, what are you reading in school, otto? he finds the curriculum tiring, your mother would say, stroking a hand through your thick head of hair. otto’s just finished the merchant of venice. soon you grew to ignore your brother’s glowers at your back. your mother’s was the only smile you needed.

      in cap and blazer your mother would drop you off at school, gated and turreted, the kind that was the envy of poorer neighborhood wives. when you were young, you were sure the gifts that came your way were yours alone, though as you grew older, you learned to expect them in the same way the school expected cheques from your parents. they named them benefactors, you noticed one day, on the wooden plaques fixed to the common room walls. the same plaques you would one day notice their names engraved upon in the arching hallways of st. ettienne’s. acclaim was bought, not earned, and your success was littered with blood money.

      what’s a king without a kingdom? your father surely wanted you to inherit his, though it was not in law and corporal finance that you found yourself a castle, but rather upon the stage. when red curtains split, you found you could become anything with the power of your will --- boy, man, lion, snake, each of them wrung out by wordsmiths dead in their graves, a certain romance in the dusky smell of stage lights. when every eye in the room was focused on you --- that was when you felt most powerful. like a piece of art, you were something to be looked at and admired --- and perhaps in the absence of self-earned merit your vanity blossomed, for even if the trophies that lined your cabinets and the a-grades in columns on a sheet came from heavy pockets, your parents could never buy the sound of applause.

      actors are by nature volatile. though your facade was swifter than an arrow, backstage they would call you tempestuous, bigoted, vain. still, it never left the wings of the theatre. there was a kind of reverence surrounding you that words could not taper, godliness following you from school to college, a peer admired in the practice rooms of st. etienne where you poured over chekhov and ibsen but yearned to read sophocles and euripides. 

      you learned to pride yourself on your looks --- a sharpened jawline and a sharper tongue --- and found that people would do almost anything for a beautiful face. in the beginning, daisey was one so much. first colleagues, then friends, then a frequentor to the table in your families house. with arrogance carried in the curve of your brow, you only ever saw her as an accessory. that changed when let yourself stumble, brogues in a size that differed from your own kicked beneath your bed, a shirt with a larger neck size, pulled sheets, the smell of a foreign cologne.

       talk travelled. it wouldn’t do to have word of your deviance spread further than the ballantyne house. while your parents would claim they were forward-thinking, more lenient than their parents had been, there was a conservative priggishness to the way they’d brush such matters under the rug, your father scarcely able to meet your eye over the dinner table. soon after, the arrangement was set with you all but exalted from the plans until daisey had been informed. too late to back out, neither of you all that eager to be wed, though your families would coo when you fixed your hair or she, in keeping with the role, adjusted your tie. at first it amused you to play house with one such as daisey, but soon you grew listless. like a caged beast you felt suffocated by the falseness of it all. you’d leave the dinners held by your joint households and return bedraggled, smelling of whiskey and sex. you’re not sure daisey ever knew the reason why you couldn’t love her, though perhaps she suspected. at night, the names that would fall from your lips would never be hers. oliver. daniel. mason. rupert. charles.

 part four: the secret !

REDACTED. 

part five: the investigation !

         otto’s an extremely materialistic character who obtains pleasure through the things you can buy in life rather than that which comes to you by way of humble experience. he likes rolex watches, armani suits, louis vuitton travel bags, silk scarves imported from india. he likes to drink wine from decades gone by, where he can almost taste the funk of a victorian farmer hand pressing the grapes into a pulp, or to read a manuscript from the special collections section of the library that he knows has passed through hands which have gone on to achieve greatness. to otto, daisey was always an extension of this hedonistic, pleasure-seeking attitude --- she was something to be paraded like the equestrian trophies on his bookshelf, or his name on the honour roll. it’s not that he didn’t see her as a person --- he’s hardly a chauvinist, although it could easily be inferred from the disdain with which he talks to some women --- but rather that he saw her as someone ethereal and admirable and of high social standing who would elevate his social standing, by extension, were he to spend time with her. (this was such a convoluted sentence omg sorry)

         obviously, the engagement was not his choice. even the idea of it had never crossed his mind. he had never thought to marry -- marriage to otto was a tool used for financial gain --- and being already wealthy, he was content to live out his days as a bachelor. he would take lovers, of course, but it would be on his own terms without the involvement of the law. daisey was chosen as a match for otto because she was from a wealthy, well-liked family and the two had been friends since childhood. it seemed to their parents inevitable that they would marry, and so all that was left was the agreed arrangement between the families and the exchanging of rings. strictly speaking, if the marriage between otto and daisey had gone ahead, then daisey would have been nothing more than a trophy wife to otto. it would have been a miserable marriage for her, and he would have grown to resent her for it --- not resent her for the fact that he could never truly be free to love someone he wanted (for he still would) but resent her, and by extension his family, for taking the option to do that openly and publicly away from him. she would always be seen as the beard, the scorned lover, the cuckold, and it would dampen any future relationships he held with the stain of that upset. 

part six: optional !

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wanted plots !

a secret society that exists vaguely timelessly where everyone communicates with pretentious quotes 

people who grew up in ashmont and have known otto since childhood, and know of his family. he’s always been fairly popular and well-liked, because he’s got this way of winning people over that he worked out quite quickly.

people who he was friends with as a child but grew apart from when he was sent to private school / they view him as entitled now and the two no longer have much in common

someone who he regularly meets up with to practise his french, maybe they go for coffee or for lunch and they just spend the whole hour speaking french.

fellow thespians ! they could really admire n respect him or ??? actually think he’s overrated as an actor and type cast ??

someone who auditioned for the same role as him, but otto got it, and they’ve resented him for it ever since

sOmEoNe WhO hELpEd hIM BuRy ThE bODy hAha no but seriously anyone who could incriminate him or has something against him, for example, knowing he’s low-key closeted gay and wasn’t into daisey, and therefore has a motive

on the topic of that, [blink 182 vc] all the. gay things. otto’s pretty hedonistic, when he goes out he goes all out, it isn’t rare for him to wake up with a stranger in his bed, he’s thought by most of the student population to be charming and beautiful. i feel like while he’s not out, and almost keeps it a secret, he’s pretty secure in his sexuality??? like he’s always known he was gay, but he’s never felt the need to Come Out bcos its no one’s business what he’s into. 

hasn’t really dated anyone? at college, he tends to hook up with people in a vapid sort of way? so he wouldn’t rEALly have past relationships with boys unless it was..... incredibly quiet and on the DL, literally meeting up in the woods after school to read plato and play with each others hair. suddenly realised i want this. 

alternatively someone who he had a vapid, senseless hook up with and grew attached to :/ rude

literally anyone to go on expensive shopping sprees with him where he spends his monthly allowance on ridiculously priced cufflinks and pocket squares

unlikely friendships ?? with people he wouldn’t usually be drawn to ?? like, he very much sticks to his people, birds of a feather flock together, but ?? maybe he is friend with someone from a vastly different lifestyle??

people he knows on a very superficial and base level in the fact that their only interactions together involve doing coke off someone’s sink 

ples plot w me

[virtuosiste]

hello hello ! i am rhu, i am giving closed rp another try and finally i am so stoked to present to you my rendition of the virtuoso skeleton: nam inseong, music prodigy and clumsy extraordinaire, a boy who deserves definitely better ! i’ll tell some more about him under the cut, keep an eye on the pages ( for now here’s his pin board ) as i’ll be updating them with all the needed information about him ♥ feel free to hit me up for plotting as i want inseong to be part of this mystery !

about inseong !  tw: implied physical abuse, emotional abuse, death

inseong is the young son of a very strong korean power couple ! his father is a corporate ceo who has business both in south korea and the us, and his mother is an actress who won the man’s heart ( and wallet ) when both were very young and he had just recently acquired the position of ceo ! they’re both well known names in korea, and they’re more often there than in the us. nonetheless, they were fairly present in inseong’s life, even via videocalls, as they wanted to be sure their child would follow what they thought was best for him and for the career they had foreseen for him.

something happened to inseong when he was roughly ten years old, but he doesn’t really remember it. according to his mother, he’s always been a clumsy child and he pretty much had a bad date with the manor’s marble staircase at the entrance, which is why he has his infamous scars, and also a constant sense of dread whenever being around the manor despite that being his home.

besides that, inseong grew up with all the advantages and disadvantages of being a ‘chaebol’: immense richness, immense strictness, immense pressure, and immense solitude. everything about his life is scheduled to a t, he had little to no say in anything involving him, but the only thing that makes it all much more tolerable is his love and ability to pursue music... and the girl from the manor adjacent to his family’s, whom he talked a lot across the fences to the point of really growing fond of. it was the only person he had contacts with in a somehow genuine way, since he’s always been a lonely and shy kid outside of the music world.

yes, that little girl was indeed our daisey rutherford !

and just like the friend has grown and entered into several strings of the world of the riches, he himself had started to find himself more and more tied to it, to the point of sometimes wishing he could really escape.

for a moment he even considered becoming an idol, having heard a guy who played strings with him wanting to try and apply to the global auditions a famous korean entertainment was going to have in a city nearby. the idea was thrilling ! he loved the stage, he loved music, he wanted to go to korea, it could be perfect for him !

let’s just say he’s not been subtle about wanting to try, but the moment his parents found out about it he ended up not being able to walk very well for weeks.

nonetheless, his academic results were stellar, he has won three times the american protege international piano and strings competition, accepted a scholarship and application at st.etienne, where also his childhood friend attended mathematics. things from there were pretty much the usual, attending classes, practicing for his music competitions, joining the band and performing with them, searching for answers to many questions a young adult ( despite having the money and the so called perfect life many complained of wanting ) would beg for...

... and then his childhood friend, the person he had talked and confided so many things across an old fence separating their houses for so many years, disappeared after a big party, and then she was found dead, and all of his cracked glass world started to fall apart, glass shard after glass shard.

inseong is legit baby nation representative: too soft for this world, gives his instruments nicknames, has memory problems about pretty much anything except for music-related things, meek and frail and actually wouldn’t hurt a fly.

like literally, the moment you raise his voice to him even just a little bit he’s literally wincing and expecting the worst.

unless it’s a mosquito. mosquitoes must die, please support geckos.

also the fact he’s a very demure person doesn’t mean he’s naive or oblivious ! he just wants to avoid trouble and to be hurt, but he’s actually very observant and with a sense of justice that sometimes comes out from how he speaks about himself or others.

he’s also by nature a lover of knowledge and loves to learn things he doesn’t know.

he plays piano and violin, and he’s always been musically inclined ! he’s written several melodies on his own, and he’s always been good at picking instruments he’s never played after seeing someone else play a few times !

local questioning boy who knows he’s defnitely not straight, but heh,,, exploring his sexuality? something hard to do when you are essentially a paper wallflower with sentinel parents.

he really, really really wants to go to korea.

his secret !

i won’t say much about it, but let’s say it involves what happened to him as a child, his family and why they really, really don’t want their son to go to south korea.

wanted connections !

friends !! give him friends ! he deserves them !

also, people who maybe tease him a lot, either with good or bad intentions, probably because they think his whole act as a good boy is a farce and of course, they’re not aware of the emotional and physical abuse he witnesses from his parents.

people who love music to the point they ramble about music with this music lover

someone he can ramble about kpop with please.

someone he’s tried to teach to play an instrument, mayhaps?

i am pretty much open to anything please plot with me ;;

[holden-woods]

okay so, hi !!  10 million later, and i finally have this bad boi up. for those of you who don’t know my name is maaria ( or mars. ) i am 23, i live in nyc, i can touch my tongue to my nose & i respect any bich that can bring me a good meme. holden ( the magnet ) is literally the worst person i know and i’m so sorry abt him lmao. learn more fax him below. 

history. 

holden is the product of an extramarital affair, his father was a new york city corporate lawyer ( largely based on jordan belfort aka leo dicaprio in wolf of wall street so pls be sympathetic towards his daddy issues lmao ) & his mother’s father owned one of the corporations he was retained for. they met at a cinco de mayo party, drunk off of margaritas. his entire existence was destined to be a travesty. 

prior to him, his father had a daughter from first marriage, gianna ( 28 yrs old ) who vehemently pretends that holden is not related to him. he has two younger twin sisters margot and bridgette. ( both 13, both terrible. )

his parents clash heads a lot as holden’s father is quite frankly always toeing the line when it comes to matters of legality regarding his finances, stock trades, and client list so the fbi has fluttered in and out of their lives for years, trying to gather evidence against him. 

regardless of the bullshit, holden’s always lived quite cushy living with a bougie gated community of mansions, summering in exotic places, and receiving a range rover the second he was able to drive, however given holden’s father’s unsavory background the rest of ashmont society has a low opinion of holden’s family. 

his mother fusses over him to no end, still treats him like he’s six, calls him twice a day even tho he lives in the same damn town as these people, and still calls her mommy lmao. he literally has a tattoo in her honor. yah boy would throw hands for his mom. 

he’s also fairly close to his younger sisters, his football jersey is their birthday year. ( 06 )

personality. 

okay so summarize holden holistically, i will be providing two videos: this one + this one. now you know who holden is a person lmao. 

ya boy turns up to every single party ever, invited or not. will 100% get drunk and dance in your kitchen to brittney spears. *britney vc* he’s not that innocent. 

on the football team, and is dfjklfd very competitive. it’s sad boi hrs for holden any time the boys lose a game. catch him listening to celine dion and dramatically looking out a window for days after. 

met bill nye once and cried abt on instagram live.

if he hasn’t quoted a vine all day, please know that like avril lavigne, the real holden has died and been replaced with a clone. 

v v v friendly, and tries to make everyone and anyone he meets feel comfortable and appreciated no matter who they are, what crowd they’re from as long as they are respectful. gets super defensive when people are being bullying someone, and always calls them out. 

the kinda dude who sits with the lonely kid if they let him fsdjlsfj. 

will kick your ass, but will also cry if you put him on a roller coaster. 

HE’S A PRE-MED STUDENT LMAO, I KNOW I CAN’T BELIEVE IT EITHER... but at his core, hold is v much someone who lives to help other people. he’s incredibly stupid at a surface level bc he has big fuck boi energy, however he’s immensely gifted in mathematics and science and does try hard to keep his grades up between getting crunk at your next event. 

was named after holden caulfield and has never read catcher as a lifelong protest to his name being an accidental dick joke. 

volunteers at the hospital every other weekend, tho he wants to specialize in pediatrics, he loves spending time with the seniors. learns magic tricks to dazzle them 

a huge fucking flirt. god this man is engaged to be marry ( holla cassidy turner ) but fdjslkfs... will flirt without even realizing he’s flirting. 

also he was big slut back in the day so there’s big chance he might have slept with your muse ): this is what happens when your name is a dick joke. the dick life chooses you, you don’t choose it. 

more aggressive than he should be... gets wound up and defensive over his friends, his girl, what he believes to be morally correct. is known to immediately start brawls without hesitation over the listed matters. 

is fueled by rice krispy treats, skittles, burgers, cheese sticks, pizza, gatorade and probably like nothing else lmao. 

has a v douchey 2019 range rover, and drives like a 84 yr old grandfather in it bc he’s afraid of fender benders. it’s name is lightning mcqueen, after the fucking movie cars even tho they look NOTHING alike. 

holistically a nice guy, kind of a slut, prob needs an outlet for his anger. 

based off of.

jared ( booksmart ), fred jones, aladdin, james potter, richie tozier, sodapop curtis, michael kelso, joey tribbiani, gob ( arrested development )

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i’ll have a connection’s page and a pretty theme up later tonight fdljdfs.

[ofxcxdemics]

( fergie vc ) guess who’s so 2000 and late ? i am so so so sorry for the latenes of this ! with being in the worst timezone, having dkjgfd a lot happening at home alongside running the main, it’s been full on ! also warning in advance i don’t think anything makes sense, BUT ALAS. howdy y’all, the name’s lilac, the game is causing all my ocs unimaginable pain dkfgjdf. under the cut you’ll find more about my boi nathaniel, who is �� the academic ’ ! and hey-yo let me warn you that this gif is probably the only time you’ll see him smile. we in the business like to call him... mr grumpy gills. ( if you don’t believe me then please know i’m listening to a youtube video called ‘sad melancholy songs to write to’ as i type this up lmfao ). but if you wanna learn about the wreck that is nate, definitely click below. 👁 *evil cackles to set the tone*

NATHANIEL BALLANTYNE

an artillery of books as turrets of knowledge, the expanse of an empty sky, the noose of a tie around your neck, ineligible scribble in notebooks, the companionship of shadows, barbed words and malignant glares, a blackboard spilling with equations, russian literature and blackened coffee, a corner of library that only you have touched, an insatiable thirst to know everything, ink stains on your hands, an empty address book.

faceclaim: bill skarsgård

skeleton: the academic

age: twenty three 

major: astrophysics ( phd )

clubs: chess, book club ( former )

employment: teacher’s assistant at st etienne university

HISTORY

nathaniel ( known endearingly as nate to those close to him, so literally no one kdgfjdf ) was born the first child to one of the most wealthy families in ashmont

the ballantynes have been a foundation to the town’s high society for years. they were overjoyed at a male heir to inherit the riches, and much hope was rested onto the shoulders of a young nathaniel ballantyne, even from birth

it was clear very early on that nate wasn’t like other kids. elective solitude, piercing glances, and his only retort to playmates being the question of why or how whenever anything was presented to him. would have more conversations with a beetle in his backyard than he would anyone his age. even his nannies were fascinated by him. at the beginning of his life many believed he would not amount to much, as it took him nearly twice as long as a normal child to begin speaking. this could speak to the attention that was given to him as a baby, or it could be indicative of the racing mind hidden behind a pair of icy blue eyes. 

as a child he was a little eccentric, and a little introverted, but for a time - nathaniel was a normal kid. he had a handful of friends, could find little joys in the world around him... he certainly was more ‘bookish’ than most, but that wasn’t strange at all. 

but to digress for a moment, his last name sound familiar ?? yeah ??? you may be acquainted with one edward ballantyne... nate’s younger brother

despite being the eldest, the smartest, the tallest, the.... no matter what nate did, it was never enough to be more in his parents’ eyes. like they’d had a portrait painted of the child they desired before nate’s birth, and couldn’t help but compare nate to it long after he was born. on top of that, edward inherited all the charms, wit and characteristics the family could hope for. many other people in their lives felt the same. and since a child, nate couldn’t help but more at home in the shadows than he did with anyone in his family. a manor of that size it was  easy to be a stranger with the people he lived with. however, that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt a young nathaniel.

pls don’t be sad for him though, because this is nate’s villain origin stories, and he’s a fucking douche nozzle 

after a tragic incident [ redacted... because secret ( ͡o ͜ʖ ͡o) ] at the age of thirteen, it was like a switch flipped inside nate’s brain 

the introverted kid soon completely isolated himself. what warmth he had in his heart that was filled with curiosity and a willingness to learn about the world calcified into bitter contempt for those around him 

he became cynical, cruel, apathetic. a beautiful lil nihilist. he hates absolutely everything. and if he doesn’t hate something, he will research it extensively until he finds a reason to

( sidebar: everything except.... the environment. that’s right folks. the guy who hates everything hates green house gas emissions and oil spills more than anything. part of this is through his work in the scientific field he has formed very strong opinions of the selfish people who pollute the planet. he also will take any excuse he can to hate his fellow man dgkfj. )

but for years nate had already felt the resentment brewing inside the family home, but after this point, he knew it to be fact. he hardly spoke to either of his parents, and he seldom attended any functions anymore. regardless of the accolades named in nate’s honour earned for his academic merit, he became a blight to the family. so much so that many new acquaintances to the family didn’t even know he existed. 

from that point onwards at least, nate never felt alone. he made sure he didn’t, as he drowned himself in academia, befriended scholars beyond this world and time, and sought to improve himself by amassing a wealth of knowledge that no amount of charm or money could buy. he had to be the best. [spongebob vc smitty werbenjagermanjensen, he was number one]

in his endevours to learn, well, everything, some could say it was romantic that nate related to the stars, and that’s how his love of astrophysics and astronomy was born. maybe it was more that he felt he could relate to an alien more than an actual human being dkjfgdf. in either case, growing up as a teenager he would sometimes lay out there in the snow to the brink of illness, lost in the sights of what was above. no one was going to stop him, after all. and he had to memorise it all, bit by bit. 

regardless, as nate grew older, it was clear he was gifted. eidetic memory, an iq over 160, voracious reader, a world ranked chess player. he truly is ‘the academic’. as a teenager, he excelled. his vices were limited to coffee and classical music ( for he was too afraid to risk his mental acuity by ever trying alcohol, and cared too much about his health to try smoking ), and for many none had heard his voice for the 4 years he attended high school. 

to that end, despite his parents forcing him to any gathering his brother would attend growing up, to keep face and remind others that hey, the ballantynes actually had two sons, nate always found a way to wander off and muse to himself - a flavoursome preference to any ‘monotonous conversation’. what many believe to be intruding or snooping was simply nate doing what he does best - avoiding people.

speaking of conversations, nate is known to be blunt. his social skills are so far receded to the point that he has no concept of the hurt some words can do. many people believe nate to be a deliberately cruel person, but the reality is that nate is just heartbreakingly honest and curious, and he doesn’t understand the power words have over people

however, it will be said... nate is not a nice person

like i won’t lie he’s borderline sociopathic djkgfdf, and somewhat masochistic. he does what he can to feel superior at times.

but for someone so absorbed into scholarly endevours, he is still human. he can’t help the kick of exhilaration he feels when he sees a poor reaction to words that he says. the flicker in someone’s eyes as his words course through their veins. nate wants to understand everything, and he can’t help be fascinated by the journey a cruel comment can make. it’s not that he wants to make people feel bad, he wants to understand how it happens. 

in addition to that, nate feels as though, despite the slights of his life being minuscule compared to what many others deal with, it is justified his behaviour. a form of revenge. not only is he tarnishing the precious image his family has always tried to cultivate without him, it felt good to know that other people can hurt too. 

with this in mind, nate does have some good qualities. he is perseverant, and he is curious. the word no means nothing to him, and reaches beyond it every day. he has a hard time to trusting people, but for the 3 people in his inner circle, he is an excellent ally to have. sometimes he is selfless without realising it, and always is honest. he also has a very dry sense of humour. and for those that way inclined, he most definitely is loaded kdjgffd.

but with little in the way of friends, nathaniel graduated high school knowing he wanted to be an astrophysict. without the athletic acumen to ever be an astronaut of any kind, he relished the hopes of research that would be the first of its kind, to break boundaries. with his scores nate could attend any damn college he pleased. his eyes were heavily affixed to oxford. despite the wealth in the ballantyne bank and the trustfund affixed to his name, nate was swimming in scholarships. 

but it wasn’t enough for him. it would never be enough for him. 

nathaniel stayed in ashmont. he attended st etienne. to others, he says he needs to show his parents what he’s capable of. to remind them he exists. that he’s better than everyone in the goddamn town he hates more than anything. the truth was though, for all his attributes, nate had never been good with change. he wasn’t brave. 

so we arrive to the now, where nate is currently studying his doctorate, after having graduated with his bachelor degree. he still intends to move away, very far away, once his degree is done. will it happen though ? we just don’t know !

as for the murder investigation, bIG FAT YIKES

and as you may know, daisey rutherford was nate’s brother’s fiance. nate does not like his brother. so to end this i... i’m just putting that out there. *evil cackle here* (◕‿◕✿)

PLOTS & CONNECTIONS

plotting with nate... will be interesting. he isn’t the nicest person going around dkgjdf, so if you want someone for any negative/enemy type plots, i volunteer as tribute ! and with that in mind, i hope to see nate develop over the course of veritas, and i’d be so honoured if you’re willing to have your muse be part of nate’s journey ! below i have a few REALLY TERRIBLE plot ideas listed, but please give this post a phat LIKE and i’ll come to your tumblr or discord messages and maybe we can plot something out ! i am so so excited to write with all you lovely people, and i hope you give my dgkfdj terrifying son and myself a chance. <3

DINNER PARTY ( plot ) || given that there are a lot of rich socialite families here, i figure that nate’s family is bound to know a few of the other wealthy families !! a fun lil thread we could possibly do is have the pair run into each other at one of these galas. maybe it’s a run-of-the-mill affair, maybe it’s something run by the rutherfords that these two happen to both be attending, maybe it’s run through the university. maybe it’s a charity gala. they could be friendly somewhat, maybe they hate each other, maybe they’re childhood friends. let’s discuss. >:) 

STARS ABOVE ( plot ) || as a major of astrophysics and heading towards his phd, nate loves the stars. it’s probably the only positive emotion he has kjgfdkjgdf. so i dont know HOW this would work, but perhaps nate and someone else look for the stars together. nate has a whole professional set up and is like,,, a total nerd so he’s not fooled by the mysticism or, admittedly, the romance of it. maybe your character is high and happens upon him at night, maybe your muse thinks that nate is the killer ( lmao ) and wants to investigate, maybe your muse is a fellow chess member and wants to get to know this billy goat gruff. 

FOR BETTER OR WORSE ( connection )|| nate is a perfect person to fulfill everyone’s favourite trope of ‘the good person wanting their love to transform the bad person into a good person’. maybe it’s platonic, maybe it’s romantic, but someone wants  to make nate a better man. what i say to them - good luck lmfao. however i’d love to plot this out as it could go literally anyway !!

ENEMIES  ( connection )|| fuck, i need nate to have all the enemy connections. i figure most people will dislike him on principle anyway bc he’s human rubbish kgjkdf BUT maybe they are academic rivals ? maybe they grew up together and have always been competing ? maybe they used to be friends and they fell out ? maybe nate said something horrible to them and they were never forgiven ? maybe they are super close with nate’s brother and since nate dfkgjdf dislikes him, they are enemies by consequence ?

HATESHIP ( connection ) || i can’t decide what i want more kdjfgdkf but basically ??? this friendship is of two people who don’t like each other, but they hate literally everyone else so they join together in their mutual hatred. maybe they actually bond more over time, maybe their somewhat petty rant sessions about everyone else never change. either way, it would be super fun to have nate be in a 70 year old woman dynamic with someone dkfjgd.

BETTER MAN ( connection ) || so many people love to reveal the ‘heart of gold’ underneath someone surly and temperamental. it happens all the time. for some reason unbeknowst to anyone, someone takes an interest in nate for some reason. sees more to him than is strictly there. wants to see him become a better person. jokes on them, nate probably won’t develop kdgfjdf BUT it could be a really fun connection to play out ! it could be extra spicy if we add a dash of kjdgdf romance to it too somehow !

okay this was a huge ass mess. i usually go to bed at 9pm every night ( IM NOT KIDDING ) and its currently 12:44am my time so dkfgjdf. i am going to leave this here. i hope this makes sense ??? but thank you so much for reading. remember to like this if you wanna plot, but either way i look forward to seeing you on the dash !! <3 <3

[ofhvney]

y’all... this shit is a mess. welcome to the thunderdome ! i’m emily, i’m 21, from the est timezone, and i use she / her pronouns. i legit wrote my app today skdlgdsg so i’m still figuring my boy out, but i’m so excited to be here ! enjoy !

name: ulysses “honey” kennedy.

skeleton: the black hole. 

faceclaim: alex fitzalan.

gender & pronouns: cismale, he/him.

age: twenty-two.

major: criminal justice. he likes the irony.

clubs: he’s not much of a joiner.

living arrangement: apt 004 w/ jonah rivera.

employment: unemployed.

BACKGROUND !

welcome to my garbage son. he doesn’t like u, but i do !

he’s from detroit but... u and ur mom don’t know him. homeboy grew up in a nightmare of a home with a nightmare of a father, so he didn’t get out much.

and we’re off to a great start, kids !

the one bright spot in his life was his mom. she was always kind and caring, offering him sweet words and soft touches where his father gave him nothing but harsh reprimands and scars. she was the one that originally gave him the nickname honey ! it’s the only thing he goes by – most people probs don’t even know his name is ulysses ( which, lol, he wants to keep it that way. what a mouthful. goddamn ).

like tbh a lot of his childhood was just... messy. he was afraid a lot. it was no bueno.

so, uh, daddy issues is the understatement of the century. 

to make things worse, his mom died at the end of his senior year of high school. not long after, honey noped the fuck out of his father’s house, telling the old man deuces and fucking right off to st etienne.

as with most things in his life, honey’s time at st etienne has been a rocky one.

he’s just... such an instigator lmao like he tells himself be chill ! just go to class ! but he can’t help himself from making snarky remarks and goading people on. it’s a sickness.

skulks about a lot ?? usually causing trouble in one way or another, probably mouthing off to a professor before he goes and day drinks on the quad. 

honey vc #fuckthepolice

honey, ur a little bitch ass white boy. shut up.

PERSONALITY & ETC !

a rude ass bitch. he can def be pretty cruel – he’s got a smart mouth that’s really good at starting fights, but not always best at finishing them. he’s scrappy tho and he’s usually got a knife on him so... watch out.

straight up decked his group leader during orientation freshman year bc he didn’t want to talk about himself during icebreakers lmao.

drives a harley night rod, because of course he does.

drink of choice is an irish car bomb, because of course it is.

chain smokes like his life depends on it.

literally covered in tattoos and scars. name a body part, he’ll name you the tattoo and / or scar.

thinks he’s hot shit. the endless arrogance is definitely 100% a coping mechanism of some kind, but he pushes people down and out before they have any chance to get close enough to figure that out. 

cutting people off is an art form, and honey might as well be michelangelo ! 

in conclusion plot with me xoxo

[ofcelesticls]

greetings earthlings !! it’s ur resident space mom, saoirse, here and holy FUCK dudes am i JAZZED to be posting this rn !! i’m #blessed….. #honored….. #grateful….. wow. without further ado, i present u all with my dear, darling, dumbass daughter…… KIKI !!

this is going to be less of a bio and more of me popping off abt lucy SO if u want to read an actually cohesive bio go ahead and click HERE !! she also has a stats page HERE if thats the kinda thing ur into !! otherwise… lets go stupid (ahhh) go crazy (ahhh)

welcome to kiki’s delivery service

my MFN WOMAN….. ˚ * ☆ – KIBBY KIKI KIBLER – ☆ * ˚ …. where to begin i dont even KNOW but i will say that this girl? is my queen. the loml. she’s lowkey actually me so i’m biased but i?? love her.

okay. SO. she’s kind of a hardass. there! i said it! she is! but it’s not really her fault! let us dive right on in and see why she is the way she is

so first things first she was adopted and like its never been a secret or something she doesnt talk abt so basically everyone most likely knows all about that if theyre close to her! she tried rly hard in high school to try and find her birth parents ( using her skills she gathered through copious hours spent watching true crime documentaries ) and came up short so that kind of made her like :/

shes super super close w her adopted family though! she’s been with them since she was a baby so like... there’s nothing WRONG w that family dynamic

when she was a lil tiny one her best friend was her grandma who was like…. a super oddball lady and always told crazy stories about ghosts and sprites and fairies and all that stuff but kiki absolutely LOVED it. her parents eventually had her grandma move into a retirement home type of deal when she got rly old and senile and that was super hard on her… which leads into my next point !!

another big thing that defined her life is that she was a SELECTIVE MUTE which developed when she started kindergarten ( which was also the school yr after her grandma left ) and she finally overcame thru therapy around the time she was in fifth grade.

it was through an assignment from her therapist that she and daisey first “spoke” bc in second grade she was still terrible at speaking to other kids n her therapist suggested she tried to write a letter instead as a sort of first step to ease into  things! she didn’t expect for daisey to write back but she did!! and they became “friends” for a while but that ended after fifth grade

once she overcame her anxiety she rly started to FLOURISH as the beautiful little weirdo that she is !! words literally cannot even explain to u what kind of strange this little duck is but she’s also perfect and the only one allowed to insult her is ME.

but then... yknow..... middle school n high school happened and kids are MEAN. so sad. she could talk but she often didn’t because everyone looked at her like she was crazy and she ended up being... more on the outside of things than on the inside.

but also she’s so genuinely good even though she can come across as rly….. brash…. she’s not MEAN but she just doesn’t have the time or the energy to bullshit around with anyone. she’s gonna call it like she sees it and anyone who doesn’t?? on her shit list.

also, by default, she’s not a very trusting person so???? ur gonna be likely to see the more Aloof and Quiet kiki than anything else UNLESS youve proven to her that she can open up to you!

but BE WARNED. if u wrong her.... WHEW, it’s game over! good luck EVER getting her to open back up to you again!

also don’t underestimate her intelligence. don’t do it. ppl try to brush her off as an airhead or an idiot bc she’s….. the way she is…. and says shit abt the prophetic dreams she receives... but she’s also honestly so smart and will go off on u in a HEARTBEAT abt systematic oppression or psychology or politics bc she’s a criminal justice major & psych minor

she loves astrology and so do i so i gave her my bday so that we could have some of the same signs in our natal charts… since she’s literally…. me. ANYWAY. she’s a cancer sun, scorpio moon & libra rising !! which makes her a fundamentally emotional person…. she’s got those water signs across the board INCLUDING her mercury in cancer (which i can best describe as sighing being her preferred mode of communication)

she’s also a big time SLYTHERIN and that’s that on that! thank u!

 i .... don’t have the brain power to think abt wanted plots at the moment but u BET ur BOTTOM i will dwell on it and have some kinda something up tmrw!! but UNTIL THEN !! pls message me (either on here or on discord though i will say discord is preferred) and we can chit chat it out and maybe start to brainstorm some things!!

[mvjesties]

yeets this post 100mph onto the dash like a shit flingin monkey  AYoO it is i lacey and this right here is a short intro post for my newest Good Boy issa sooo...

smiles weakly n hands u my trash. hit that ♥ and i’ll come to you for plots !

PERSONALITY & LIFESTYLE

he is

foreign,, haven’t entirely pinpointed which country yet (ideally a small one) but i imagine issa is a mix of middle-eastern and caribbean.

as for his accent, if any of you watch game of thrones i’d like to think he has an accent similar (but not as heavy as) grey worm when he speaks english? rolled r’s, some hard consonants, most sentences are spoken in a low octave under his breath

aside from english, issa is fluent in arabic, spanish, and french in that order.

painfully well-intentioned. isn’t one to get involved in things unless he feels he must, but as far as others go, he always wants what’s best for them. 

selective of his company, but at the same time isn’t? he loves getting to know people plenty (and in more ways than one, wink wonk) but he does get critical about those he draws close. issa’s better known for being a kooky enigma of some sort, but he’s always open to be a confidant for anyone who feels they need one.

he enjoys deep conversations, isn’t afraid to ask intimate questions, and likes to understand others as much as he possibly can. he’s articulate although english isn’t his first language. he tries his best.

as i briefly touched upon earlier, issa isn’t totally closed off to familiarizing himself with those who spark an interest to him. he tends to get harmlessly (i hope jkdjfnk) flirtatious with company from time to time. the funny part is that sometimes it’s possible to catch him off guard when reciprocating the flirtation and the tips of his ears and cheeks will begin to glow bright pink

long story short he’s welcome to one night stands and friends with benefits but relationships is where it gets tricky,, he doesn’t understand the idea of being committed to a single person (not yet anyway,, he tried it once with daisey and she ended up cheating on him lmfao)

but he’s not afraid of being emotionally vulnerable to others in different ways. sometimes he’s blunt, and sometimes he beats around the bush. i guess it depends on the person and his connection with them

this isn’t to say that he necessarily cares or doesn’t care about others, but he would never go out of his way to cause anyone harm, is all. the boy just wants to have a good time.

a man of solitude. always has learned things best on his own, spent down-time on his own, and bounced back from hardships on his own. this isn’t to say that he’s not sociable, however. he enjoys company very much. he just prefers to be away from the crowds at gatherings, should he have the option to meander away.

unlike most magicians, actually doesn’t crave to be the center of attention. he still does the shows because they’re a good source of income aside from his shop, and he loves watching wonder flicker between darting eyes that second after he’s finished a trick. can’t promise he’ll perform magic for you every time you ask, but your odds of seeing a trick are much better than if you don’t mention it at all.

which brings me to the next section of information, the magic issa specializes in!*

(* you don’t have to read this part unless you’re interested. it’s just me going in depth about his magic style)

ISSA’S MAGIC

a very important thing you should know about issa is the style of magic he partakes in. while issa does happen to be a magician, we’re not quite talking your normal parlor tricks you’d see at a flashy show or a kid’s birthday party. issa’s interest lies elsewhere on a fine line between spiritual themes and something they call bizarre magic.

if you’re not sure what that is, allow me to explain!

akin to parlor tricks, bizarrists use sleight of hand and illusions, yes. but it incorporates a bigger purpose, thus making the magic tricks simply an element of the story, not the main focus. 

the difference, however, is that bizarre magic lies under an art form which utilizes mild discomfort for the full theatrical effect. this feeling of discomfort an audience may experience comes from a place where one might infer that the style of magic projected comes from an ominous place (in issa’s case, theatrical seance, etc). but, this is what makes the magic feel more real to those watching. so while magic is in fact, still part of the show, the audience is still caught on the notion that they have begun interacting with the unknown in order for such events to take place.

while he practices forms of magic that is conventionally seen as inauspicious, he doesn’t wish to portray any form of ill-will to those around him. i’d imagine he kinda gives off vibes of a witch-doctor or healer, perhaps? someone who does practice magic plenty, but never to harm anyone.

issa currently specializes in:

bizarre illusionism: close-up magic, misdirection, escapology

spiritualism: divination, mediumship

issa is currently working on:

mentalism: hypnosis, clairvoyance

MORE OF ISSA’S INTERESTS / LEFTOVER PARTS OF HIS PERSONALITY

kinda lazy when it comes to serious things, just wants to adventure around or take naps instead. pretty easygoing guy

soft-spoken, gentle in nature, and is kind to all that are civil to him. enjoys teasing company, however. but he never means any harm. can sometimes come off a bit sassy, but that’s the most problematic he wishes to be. doesn’t get involved in fights unless absolutely necessary

very big on tarot readings, the zodiac, crystals, the aura/energies people give off, growing his own herbs, etc. one would call him a hippie if he was a lil more drugged out jnfdkgj but he’s crazy enough without em. i imagine him coming off as some sort of gentle witch to everyone else in town JNDFK maybe givin off some eccentric healer meets witch-doctor vibes

someone get him a headdress like melman’s to wear around his shop

often seen in loosely-fitted button downs tucked into simple trousers. very summer style, since he’s known summer all his life where he’s from. pray for him when winter hits cos this man don’t know what a fckin jacket is. also wears a shit-ton of jewelry. we’re talkin at least 4 rings a hand, 2-3 layered necklaces goin down his chest (which explains why his shirt’s always buttoned so goddamn low), a tiny gold hoop in each ear,, he’s not satisfied until he looks like a mfin Christmas tree.

speaking of trees, the environmental conservation club is the only part of school he partakes in aside from classes. he has little care for being a part of the community, but he looooves his plants. talks to them sometimes because he’s a firm believer that it helps them grow

i also have headcanons that he gives inanimate objects pronouns and personalities and absentmindedly speaks to himself from time to time but thats about all i can remember about him for now jdskfbg

you get the general idea by now i Guess

i typed sm more than i thought i would,, oh my god i’m so sorry

[bird-was-here]

Well hello my loves, if we haven’t met I’m Mickey and this is Oz (aka the worst™). As established in V1.0 Oz’s gives off big dick energy and it’s ok if you kind of want to punch him. As established in V2.0 his godparents are the Obamas and he’s far saltier than I had intended but listen the life of a young professional is gruelING na’mean? And look at his dimples, he’s so charming.

Don’t feel like you need to go easy on him. This is me telling you to DRAG HIM.

Anyway, there’s more under the cut! LET’S GO!!!

Here’s the skinny... (tw: abuse, gun mention, death; also I bolded the important stuff!!)

Oz hails from a fabulously wealthy family, frequently in the public eye.

His mother is a renown brain surgeon, and his late father a judge and investor. Both have/had connections with various politicians, business moguls, and law enforcement.

Oz is a medical student, studying to follow in his mother’s footsteps and become a brain surgeon. Say what you will about him, he is a hard working motherfucker and worked REAL hard for everything he’s achieved. Mainly due to his parents being pretty oppressive.

Thus Oz was put under an extreme amount of pressure from an early age. He grew up very fast. 

Currently, he’s been thinking deeply about his trajectory through undergrad and now medical school. He knew he most certainly did not want to go into law, but he isn’t as sure why he’s studying to practice brain surgery. At least not anymore. Ultimately, he knows he’ll work until he is the best. Because that’s what the Lamars do.

The first major event in Oz’s life was his father’s murder, which was plastered all over the news. It was a grisly homicide, leaving the judge shot a total of 5 times. The murder of Judge Lamar has been a cold case for years.

All that said, don’t let the spread in Time Magazine fool you! Oz was frequently verbally and physically abused by his father, resulting in serious injuries such as the deafness in his left ear. To this day Daisey is (was) the only person who knew about his turbulent home life.

Oz smokes but never in public.

He feels indifferent about his mother’s remarriage. He and his step-sibling (The siren) get along well enough but in all honestly, Oz sincerely hopes they don’t expect them to be one big happy family. The Lamars don’t really do that. It’s nothing personal. Oz hasn’t decided if he considers his step-sibling a Lamar but because of their current circumstance, he’s dedicated to keeping them safe. They’re family now after all.

Oz’s personality (at least the one he outwardly shows) is that of your typical politician. He is well versed in saying what people want to hear, flashing winning smiles, and charming the general public. Just as Daisey before him, Oz maintains a spotless reputation.

In actuality, Oz isn’t the easiest to get to know. Thus, Daisey was special. He doesn’t let many people in, especially not now that his one true confidant, the girl he told everything, is gone. For lack of a better term, Oz has different levels of himself he’ll show to certain people, different acts, different masks.

If Oz likes/loves you enough that you’re in his inner circle, he will literally die for you. Doesn’t give a fuck. He will stand by his tribe.

Speaking of Daisey...

As children, Oz and Daisey lived a mere couple doors down from each other (along with other affluent Ashmont youth such as Libby Kingston and Nathanial Ballantyne.) They all grew up together in various capacities, brushing shoulders at dinners or country clubs. Daisey, however, was his first childhood friend. 

When he and Daisey grew too old for make-believe, Oz remembers many a night sneaking in through Daisey’s bedroom window, and out before her father could discover them. They had a system It was a fun game of cat and mouse, leaving dating officially until well into their time at St. Etienne.

Oz and Daisey had ended their romantic relationship before her murder. The separation was amicable though initiated by Daisey. Oz would do anything to make her happy, even if that meant letting her go.

More Misc. Info about Oz...

His full name is Langston Eldridge Oscar Lamar, jr.

Please do not call him Langston unless you are a CLOSE friend and even then he’d prefer to be called Oz.

Of course, he’s a Leo

Moral alignment? Classified.

ISTJ

Connections...

oof. Honestly anything. Start fights with him, try to get him to open up, did your character have beef with Daisey? Probably has beef with Oz too then. If you are a rule breaker/bad boy/ride around on a motorbike (*cough* Zar *cough*) there’s gonna be some issues. Also if you’ve had past relationships with Daisey that might cause some issues as well. Ultimately I’m open to anything just know that it takes a LOT to get Oz to open up or for him to consider you a friend.

THAT WAS LONG I APOLOGIZE SO EXCITED TO GET STARTED PLOTTING WITH LITERALLY ALL OF YOU HIT ME UP HERE OR ON DISCORD IF YOU’RE INTERESTED!!

xoxo Mickey :*

[thcyer]

hello!! ah I’m so excited to meet and get to know every single one of you even though I’m a SNAIL!

I’m just gonna hop right into it and introduce you all to my lil french dumbass. :’))

i also lob this boy’s face

THE TOURIST

name: samuel thayer. age: twenty-two major: art history and philosophy gender: cismale clubs: campus media — photographer

HISTORY:

allow me to introduce you to the sole child of a belgian diplomat and a french politician. samuel thayer was born in gousainville, france with a silver spoon at the ready. he’s always had a very strong connection with his mother and he often insisted on joining her whenever she had to travel some place new for work. that’s not to say he disliked his father. In fact he looked up to him greatly as he seemed to hold an important role as a politician. sam always thought he’d grow up to make a difference in the world. he wanted to work with people to make the world a better place. it wasn’t until he got older and understood more that he realized what his father was doing, the government that both of his parents participated in, wasn’t actually helping anyone. rebellion ensued throughout his teenage years. minor acts at first. things that were often quelled by his mother’s sporadic work schedule and her insistence of his company. it was when the two were alone, away from france, away from the politics that she’d attempt to steer him on the right path. to remind him of his goals as child. her advice had only gotten him so far for a short amount of time. he allowed them to shape him into a air of sophistication suitable to continue in politics. however, by the time he was 15 civil unrest in france was on the rise. he learned that he was not alone in the discontent of the family “business”. it only took his participation in a riot turned violent for his world to turn upside down. his father shipped him out of france immediately as means of punishment and a veil for his reputation. it’s an act that’s forced the young male to hold a certain distaste for his father. now he uses travel as an act of rebellion against his parents. a crumbling family image and his unknown whereabouts are their punishment.

except at some point he actually began to enjoy traveling again. he regained that youthful feeling of wanderlust and longing for adventure. once he got past the idea of running away from his issues back home he began to truly relish all the beauty the world had to offer. he’s never in one place for too long, yet he makes sure to give every location he’s visited and all the friend’s he’s made his all.  in fact his time spent in st. ettienne might be the longest he’s ever remained in one place as he enters his senior year with everyone else. perhaps he’s just trying to finish college. perhaps he’s made some great connections here that he can’t see disappearing in the wind just yet....

PERSONALITY: 

sam is very headstrong, but compassionate. he is extremely amicable. there is no better feeling for him than being surrounded by a good group of friends. making solid connections is hard for him primarily because he knows one day he will leave them, yet he makes them often. it’s something he battles with all the time. he is fully intent on getting everything out of life that he can. He hates the feeling of having to conform to specifics just because someone else says its right. he’s not overly confrontational and he doesn’t have that much of temper but it’s best not to bring out either sides from him. he likes to have fun. sometimes that also means stirring up a little bit of trouble. charming and quick witted. the subtle life of the party that you wouldn’t suspect by just looking at him. can totally be an utter goofball one day and perfectly groomed well mannered politician personality then next. it’s a struggle. sometimes the chaotic aries energy wins I can’t help it.

EXTRA: 

he is currently double majoring in art history and philosophy. art in all of it’s varying forms has always been a great passion of his. to him art is freedom and expression. philosophy is his key to understanding the world. there are certain systems in place that he’d like to understand in order to ultimately help bring them down in place of something better. his childhood goal of aiding the world is still there in some part of his mind.

he’s a great cook!

he knows at least five languages being: french (1st), german, english, italian, and he’s currently learning spanish!

he can play the piano very well. 

he’s 110% a cat person. 

hardcore art lover.

video games are almost frickin foreign to him. he wasn’t really allowed to play them growing up and they never really sparked much interest once he gained freedom. he knows names of games and stuff but don’t try to ask him to play anything. 

PLOTS:

ayyye I actually have two party related plots tht I’d like to point out bc I think they’d be cool  👀

001. the tourist and muse a met the night of daisey’s disappearance. they did not chat for long before the tourist was pulled away by muse h and they do not know each others names. this is a plot that will include the muses meeting and getting to know one another organically.

008. hours after the party the night of daisey’s disappearance, the tourist and muse h somehow found their way to each other. the pair hooked up. this happened long after the party had ended and they are currently each other’s alibis.

annnnnnnd I have more plots here that I’m still adding to but like I WANNA PUT THIS UP but pLS HMU AND PLOT I LOV IT 

and um...yknow...that’s...it about him..... 👀 yup

[nevaehporter]

hi friends, i’m diana, i use she/her pronouns, i’m 23 years old, i live in the est timezone & i’m so excited to share my baby nevaeh with you ! she’s also known as the green thumb around st. etienne's ! anyway, you can read more about her under the cut & you can also view her stats & bio ! tw for bullying below. 

nevaeh’s parents divorced when she was very young but it was amicable & they stayed friends, so nevaeh never really minded

even though her parents were divorced, they still acted like a cohesive family unit

nevaeh loves her family

when she was a kid, she was the kind of person to have boundless energy & talked about a mile a minute 

she wore her heart on her sleeve ( and she still does tbh )

a lot of people would think that her being open would be a strength but it turned out to be a vulnerability for her because it resulted in a lot of bullying at school -- there was no taking lunch money or getting swirlies but her peers took advantage of her open nature 

like, one time they told her to ask out a guy because he said he liked her & when she went to ask him, he laughed in her face & rejected her

her classmates treatment of her made her go into isolation & depression because she became more subdued after learning that they were taking advantage of her

she tends to wear her heart on her sleeve just for it to be ripped off her shirt

she’s a botany & art double major !

she had a HUGE unrequited crush on daisey

i suck at intros but there’s more information on her bio page :’)

[ofmvsic]

“After playing Chopin, I feel as if I had been weeping over sins that I had never committed and mourning over tragedies that were not my own.” 

- Oscar Wilde

keep reading to learn about your pastel princess a.k.a. the virtuoso~ 

name: amelia may dangtran skeleton: the virtuoso fc: lana condor pronouns: she/her age: twenty-two major: music clubs: band occupation: regent’s movie theater connections from skeleton: the greenthumb, the primadonna, the spitfire living arrangement: WHERE’S MY SPITFIRE AT lol spotify | pinterest

↳  positive/negative traits

+ kind, passionate, driven -  anxious, awkward, dependent

↳  likes/dislikes

+ classical music, pastel colors, stick-and-poke tattoos, milk tea -  automatic flushing toilets, soda, the word “panties” 

↳  other

birthday: september 1st, 1997 sun sign: virgo

you can call her amy, mel, lia, may. pick your poison.

amelia grew up right across from daisey in ashmont, connecticut and the rest is history.

the only child of two famous, renowned surgeons, who try to support their daughters’ dreams even though they’d much rather her get a medical degree. 

if you grew up around daisey you probably noticed amelia in her shadow, always hanging around at first because of them carpooling, and then it turned into a convenient friendship that sometimes daisey was too cool for. 

amelia decided she wanted to play the piano when she was six, and when she began to accel at it she decided to pick up the violin as well. 

she can play both but she likes the violin a whole lot more since she can carry it around.

she plays percussion in band so catch her playing some sick ass triangle and marimba at your football games, fam.

she’s very socially awkward and any attempts to flirt with her will probably be met with fidgeting and stuttering and serious foot-in-mouth syndrome. 

if you knew amelia it’s probably more because she was daisey’s friend than anything else. amelia’s pretty hard to pull off the wall; hard to get her earphones out of her ears and her hands out of a book of sheet music.

difficult to get to a party in the first place. she’d much rather practice or be locked up watching amadeus or something like that. 

she’s pretty sweet though you’ve just got to make your way under the awkwardness, which is. hm. HM. 

her parents being gone all of the time meant she was either home alone or across the street at the rutherford’s place, biking down their long drive or doing fashion shows in the backyard. 

amelia loves her parents but love is ?? to her because they were always absent and leaving her to kind of fend for herself. 

that being said, if you need a good ass meal come to amelia because she had to learn how to cook for herself when none of her parent’s cooks were home, and considering amelia stayed up practicing until late hours, that was pretty often. 

daisey actually didn’t treat her like too much of a monster but there was some emotional manipulation there that amelia is kinda blind to. and someone probably told her and she probably was just like “i don’t see it” because she just didn’t get it. 

she took ballet for a hot minute because her mom thought she might like it since she was into classical music and stuff. amelia kept with it until she was fifteen and then decided that was enough for her. she’d rather play the music than dance to it. 

she has way too many trophies and ribbons and certificates. 

her room probably has dead composer busts on each available surface so hope that doesn’t freak you out or anything

won’t leave without a pair of headphones. becomes incapacitated. if you do catch her outside without headphones be concerned.

if you need a music recommendation she’s got you. just don’t ask if you don’t have like two hours to spare.

she’s never had a boyfriend or girlfriend before and it’s very obvious (i don’t even think amelia has thought about her own sexuality so that’s something lmao) 

kind of a basic nerd; loves bubble tea, pokemon, anything cute like puppies but especially kittens, the color pink. 

she has a cat named shostakovich and that’s probably all you need to know about her. she wants to adopt another and name him beethoven but we’re working on it. 

wanted connections: 

do you wanna do the damn shameless thing and be amelia’s josh or peter kavinsky? call me. lmfao 

please tutor her she’s so stupid at everything but music oh my god 

speaking of pay her $250 a month for piano or violin lessons because she’s certified to teach or she’ll like. take off a rate for tutoring her in exchange lol

you can force her to the gym to be your workout buddy because otherwise she’s not moving

idk if you’ve got gears churnin’ lemme know~ we can brainstorm

feel free to like or just straight up hmu to plot~ <3

[rosaliamorais]

welcome one and all to the dumb binch express (a.k.a. my train of thought) ! we’re running on five hours of sleep, a heavy case of procrastination, and an attention span the size of one of those neon pink & green fish in walmart. i’m penny (she/her), i hail from the est, i’m nineteen, & i’ll be writing... drumroll please... the spitfire ! she comes in the form of my brand new daughter, rosalia morais. please be kind. or don’t. i want every plot on the planet for her !

*like this post if you’re interested in plotting !

a rundown on her bg, to start you off:

rosalia grew up in a small town in ohio for half of her childhood. it was... an experience, to say the least

that town is the biggest factor you have to thank for the walking stick of dynamite you see today

only child, and yes, you can tell

not especially wealthy but not poor. we stan the middle class ! 

she moved to ashmont at the ripe old age of twelve and three quarters, which is when she met one (marina and the diamonds voice) primadonna girl by the name of daisey rutherford, 

they uhhhh hated each other from the second they made eye contact tbh

after nearly thirteen years of putting up with bullies who’d never been taught better, rosalia drew the line at daisey’s manipulation and cruelty

and the fact that she’d never done anything in her life to provide daisey with ammunition against her made her brave enough to stand up to her

her mother raised rosa until her move to ashmont, at which point her father had gotten custody of her. she doesn’t miss ohio in the slightest

a rundown on right now, to catch you up:

she is studying for an international relations and affairs major, with plans to run for the house of representatives, then senate, before eventually making it to POTUS. uh, dream big i suppose

she works at fitzgerald’s bookshop

rosa IS the one who shoves petitions at you and panics every time she sees someone using a plastic straw

tries too hard to seem relaxed and chill and it shows

is actually very sweet and considerate and open-minded so long as she is respected

panromantic / pansexual

loves plants and slurpees more than she loves her own family, probably

vegan but won’t force you to try tofu at parties

always dressed like she’s late for jury duty

allergic to republicans

baaaaaad temper

connected to: the influencer, the magician, the virtuoso

clubs: environmental conservation, mock trial ( captain )

lives in: villa 003

additional aesthetics:

a million spotify playlists comprised solely of female punk bands, clothes wreaked with grass stains and marker ink, books with spines so worn you can’t read the title anymore, shoes ridden to their very soles, unkempt hair barely tame enough to be passable, smeared eye makeup she forgot to take off, enraged phone calls at 3 am to a friend back home who just heard about the new bill introduced to congress, confidence on her lips even when she couldn’t be more confused

connection ideas:

exes, ex-friends, good / best friends, bad influence (unsuccessfully so, because Reputation), someone she tries to be a good influence for, other club members, neighbors, love interests, enemies, someone who hates her agenda pushing, friends with feelings, friends with benefits, etc. please hit me up !