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Masterpost - All OCs

~ Harry Potter ~

Ophelia Black - Biography | Tag

Eulalie Rosier - Biography | Tag

Billie Jenkins - Biography | Tag

Rosalie Jenkins - Biography | Tag

~ Marvel ~

Evangeline Newton - Biography | Tag

Ruthann Ralston - Biography | Tag

~ Gilmore Girls ~

Clarissa Gilmore - Biography | Tag

~ Gossip Girl ~

Claudia Harrington - Biography | Tag

~ Stranger Things ~

Meredith Gibson - Biography | Tag

~ Btvs/AtS ~

Artemisia - Biography | Tag

Gloria Sterling - Biography | Tag

~ Percy Jackson & The Olympians ~

Phoebe Mallard - Biography | Tag

~ Interview With The Vampire ~

Leonora Elliot - Biography | Tag

~ The Hunger Games ~

Annabel Silver Baird - Biography | Tag

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and if i said priscilla is shrug (janie demo) and dean is janie released version what then…. oh willoughbyethel winjett u will also be famous to ME

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Tallulah Wright — Stranger Things OC

~ General ~

Full Name: Tallulah Mae Wright

Nicknames: Tal, Lulah, Lu, Tally, Lulu

Birthdate: February 17th, 1967

Residence: Hawkins, Indiana

~ Physical Appearance ~

Hair Colour: Blonde

Eye Colour: Green

Skin Tone: Light

Body Type: Mesomorph

Height: 5'5

Faceclaim: Ella Purnell

~ Background ~

Hometown: Hawkins, Indiana

Tallulah loved Hawkins, even if it gave her nothing but pain back. She always would love it. It was where she grew up, running through the fields at the farm and climbing up trees like a wildcat. Where she'd met Dean. Where she had lost him. It was where she’d learned all her life lessons and faced her hurts. Hawkins was so intertwined with her that she wouldn’t be able to call anywhere else home. Ever.

~ Schooling & Career ~

Concession Attendant at Hawk Theatre

Sales Associate at The Gap

Cashier at Family Video

“Receptionist” at WSQK: The Squawk (she didn’t actually do shit, just hung around)

Library Clerk & Daycare Teacher at Hawkins Public Library

~ Family ~

Father: Merrill Wright

Merrill Wright was getting to be an old man. he had lived nearly 60 years in Hawkins, and done quite well by himself. He had kept his father’s farm well, and had had two children who were a testament to him. There was little but to live in his happiness for many more years and he was pleased with that. Merrill did not expect to wake and find his livelihood, every stalk and vine in his fields, blackened and rotted to slime. After that, it was work, work, work. Bills had to be paid (with what money?), sales had to be cancelled, the fields had to be cleared and tilled (again, with what money AND what seeds?). So long to that old dream of retirement. Merrill was so busy with the flurry of monetary worrying, he never even noticed his little girl had quite flown the coop. Off with her friends, he assumed, or hoped more like. Tallulah had been so morose since Dean died, maybe it was good for her to get out.

Mother: Judith Wright

Judy Wright was a very busy woman. She ran the sales side of the farm, made a lucrative line of homemade jams, took care of her grandchildren and found time to run a food drive every year. It was a miracle she slept at all, really. In her eyes, Tallulah was a capable girl. She could handle herself. And even the best of mothers can be sidelined by an ecological disaster in the pumpkin patch.

Older Brother: Christopher Wright

With nearly 15 years between the siblings, Chris and Tallulah were never close. By the time she was old enough to have any interest in her “boring” older brother, Chris had already gone and ahead and gotten married, with children of his own. Chris and Shelly lived just down the lane, and Tallulah’s niece and nephew often came sprinting down to play with Grandma and Grandpa. Tallulah often would up the odd one out in the happy family.

Niece: Cheryl “Cherry” Wright

Nephew: Nathan Wright

~ Personality & Traits ~

Personality: Tallulah Wright had a lot of things going for her. Likeable and pretty; the kind of girl who could make anyone feel like they had been her friend forever. She was a good person, the best person, according to Dean. He may have been biased though. She was never the loudest in the room, but she had a way about her. She liked to tease, but never poked at sensitive things. She was perceptive like that. Tallulah's mom and dad always taught her to be self-sufficient and practical. Dean used to say if he got a flat tire he'd call Tallulah to fix it instead of AAA. Generally, she was pretty laidback. She wasn't one for unnecessary conflict or confrontation, nor was she one to hold a grudge unwarranted.

Likes:

Movies

The Psychedelic Furs

MTV

Science Fiction

Atari

The Cure

Margaret Atwood

Tennis

Gardening

Dislikes:

Driving

Hair Metal

Journey

Stephan King Books (Except Cujo)

Orange

Blood

The Muppets

~ Relationships ~

Dean Mackey

The worst part about it all was that Tallulah was really in love with Dean Mackey. She'd loved him since the moment he'd come out of a showing of The Thing, covered in Coke and asking for napkins. He was loud and clumsy and had this crooked smile that made her forget what she was supposed to be doing. From then on, it was him. Always him. He'd wait outside the movie theatre after her shifts, leaning against his car, hands stuffed in his pockets like he was trying to be James Dean. They'd drive out past the edge of town, park on the edge of the quarry and lie on the hood of his car with the radio low and the windows cracked. They'd talk about the future, about going to the coast, New York or Boston. Somewhere new and exciting. But the world caught up to them. It has a way of doing that. In the flash of a second, their future was burning with the wreckage of Dean's car. Tallulah had nightmares of it, the shrieking screeching sound as Dean's screams melded with the crash of the car. The hellscape that had formed in the night, with that thing towering over the wreck.

Steve Harrington

Steve Harrington knew he was a jerk. He'd done plenty of shitty things. To Nancy, Jonathan. Shit, Tallulah too. But he thought he'd become at least a little less of an ass since the whole... demogorgon thing. But here he is again, proving an asshole was always an asshole. What the hell's wrong with him, to like his dead friend's girl? Clearly something. And even if Robin seems intent on playing Cupid, Steve knows there's no chance for him. I mean, Tallulah's only just found out the truth about all the Upside Down shit. He's lucky she'd forgiven him at all for being such a prick to her all year after she did find out, let alone be friends with him.

Tallulah didn't like to think about anything past Dean. She knew he was dead, she wasn't living in denial or whatever. She just...didn't see much on the horizon beyond him. He was dead and gone, and that was it for her. She believed that. Even after she found out the truth, a year later, she still figured as much. And besides, Steve Harrington was still Dean's friend, and a jerk to boot. No, he would not be the kind of guy she went after, if she wanted to go after a guy. Although it gets hard to squish every fluttering butterfly and cool every flushed cheek. A snowball becomes an avalanche, and soon enough it’s impossible to ignore.

Best Friend: Robin Buckley

Friends:

Max Mayfield

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Enemies:

Carol Perkins

Tommy Hagen

Mind Flayer

Vecna

~ Misc. & Notes ~

Her favourite song is Just Like Heaven by The Cure.

Tallulah is left-handed and her hand is always covered in smudged pen ink.

The Karate Kid is her guilty pleasure movie.

In the summer of 1983, she and Dean drove up to Indianapolis and saw Stevie Nicks live.

She watches General Hospital with her mom every week.

When Risky Business came out, Tallulah had the biggest crush on Tom Cruise for months after. She even had a poster of him up.

Tallulah and Max wound up getting pretty close, especially after Tallulah didn’t snitch on Max taking El to The Gap and understood what she would going through with Billy’s death, at least partially.

By the summer of 1989, Tallulah and Steve had moved to a tiny house by Forest Hills Park. They are engaged, but aren’t planning to get married for another couple of years at least. And she has drawn him down from six kids to…less than that.

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“The fate’s already fucked me sideways Swinging by my neck from the family tree He’ll laugh and say “You know I raised you better than this” Then leave me hanging so they all can laugh at me”

Priscilla Jett - Supernatural OC

~ General ~

Full Name: Priscilla Mallory Jett

Nicknames/Aliases: Prissy, Pris

Species: Human

Birthdate: August 8th, 1980

Residence: Cherry Creek, Iowa | Bridgman, Michigan/Various | Various/None

~ Physical Appearance ~

Hair Colour: Dark Brown

Eye Colour: Hazel

Skin Tone: Light

Body Type: Mesomorph

Height: 5’7

Misc: Angular jawline and bone structure, downturned lips with a defined cupid’s bow, scar on her collarbone, flecks of gold in her eyes

~ Background ~

Hometown: Cherry Creek, Iowa

Driving through Cherry Creek, the grey gloom of it all is the first thing noticeable. Even the flickering neon of the diner (a small town cliche, to be sure) seems desaturated and dull. The people were equally grey and gloomy, a collection of bible-thumping christians and gossiping derelicts with views about sixty years behind the rest of the world. Priscilla blended in there, just another blurry face working the till at the Albertson’s.

~ Hunting ~

Vehicle: 1987 Ford Ranger

Arsenal:

Demon-Killing Knife

Sawed-Off Shotgun

.327 Magnum Revolver

Colt M1911

Silver Knives

Blessed Silver Chains

Holy Water

Salt

Abilities:

Mildly Enhanced Strength

Mildly Enhanced Speed

Mildly Enhanced Agility

Mildly Enhances Endurance

Mildly Enhanced Stamina

Mildly Enhanced Durability

Mildly Enhanced Reflexes

Mildly Enhanced Flexibility

Mildly Enhanced Healing Factor

Affliations: Minimal

Partner: None (does a dog count?)

~ Family ~

Mother: Vera Jett (neé Varnell)

Violence followed the Varnetts. Vera’s father always told her that. He had a big book of all the Varnetts, how they lived and died, and seemed to have a sick fascination with reading the stories of Varnetts passed and their triumphs and failures at the hands of monsters and demons. He told Vera stories of how their family had been touched by angels, led to this work by divine intervention. Although, if the heavens led them to this work, Vera thought that they might have given them a little more than a long line of grisly deaths and children trained to be soldiers in a war they didn’t ask for. Vera hated it; the gloom of their greying house and it’s occupants. In the dead of night, Vera stole away from the house and its occupants, armed with her father’s knife and a case of clothes.

Father: Wilson Jett

Wilson Jett was the most deliciously normal man Vera had ever met. That’s most of the reason she married him. A practical, normal guy who didn’t believe in curses and spirits and things that go bump in the night. He was an electrician, and their bungalow was old and creaky, but it had room for the four of them to live comfortably. It was only a year after Priscilla was born he seemed to change. Where he had been steady and dependable, a mercurial temper took its place and Wilson became someone to tiptoe around. Vera knew he wasn’t the man she married, the curse had warped him into another of her tormentors. It was fourteen-year-old Priscilla who finally did something about it, when he went after Valerie for breaking a plate. She took his old hunting rifle off the wall and told him to get out or she’d shoot. She wouldn’t have really done it, but Wilson grabbed the barrel and the old thing misfired, right into his head.

Younger Sister: Valerie Jett

Born under a solar eclipse, Valerie Jett came into the world when darkness blanketed the world. To her sister though, Valerie shone brighter than any sun could. The sisters could’ve been twins, but Valerie had a sweetness to her features Priscilla never had. An otherworldliness to her too, with her amber-gold eyes. She was prone to what seemed like premonitions, a sixth sense for danger almost. When Priscilla returned home one June day to find a great black cloud expelling from the mouth of a man at her sister, she was thrown when the cloud seemed to glance off Valerie. There was more oddities. Little things she ought not to have known. Wounds that healed too soon or strange dreams that were a little too close to the truth.

Uncle: Matthew Varnett

Matthew Varnett never forgave his sister for taking the knife. Vera had never enjoyed the hunts, not like Matthew did. It felt good to know he was making the world better, safer. Vera should’ve left the knife well enough alone. It was his to inherit. Treasured by the family since the first was touched by the angels, or so his father liked to say. It had power, demons and monsters were injured by it just as humans were by a normal blade. And Vera stole it for herself. Matthew followed his family’s footsteps, hunting across the country for more than thirty years, before his hip started up with it’s aching and he settled down in Michigan. He kept his doors open to hunters seeking knowledge and shelter, and ran an auto repair shop by days. It was a solitary existence, but comfortable. Until Dean Winchester arrived alongside his nieces the summer of 2002, one with his sister’s face and the other with eyes as golden as the portraits in his father’s book of the oldest Varnett. The first. The one touched by angels.

~ Personality & Traits ~

Personality: Priscilla walked through life like a gun with the safety off, or at least that’s what her mother used to said about her. Always on the defensive and always on edge, Priscilla is one to shoot first and ask questions later. Although she’s not usually an impulsive sort of person, Priscilla can become prone to fits of recklessness when she’s going through something—which is more often than not, if we’re being honest. She might have a bit of a mean streak, but Priscilla could be as soft as warm butter when it came to people she cared about. She has a bit of a tendency towards avoidance. She doesn’t like to deal with her emotions, and even has a hard time dealing with other people’s. Priscilla shuts down when confronted, her walls slam shut and a mask of cool indifference covers her reactions. She’s more than willing to burn bridges when someone gets too close. She deflects personal discussions and will outright ignore questions that dig a little too deep. On first glance, no-nonsense, practical Priscilla doesn’t seem like the bible-thumping, God-fearing sort. And she’s not. She does believe in a God in some form or another, though. She finds it comforting.

Likes: Night drives, Johnny Cash, pulp fiction novels, cold showers, handwritten notes, strawberry milkshakes, old soft tee shirts, cheesy postcards, sitting shotgun, writing in her journal, the smell of gasoline, her perfectly worn in pair of jeans, Joan Baez

Dislikes: Motel pillows (she brings her own), spearmint, starched clothing, the smell of baby powder, any kind of pizza except plain cheese, air conditioning smell, intense eye contact, the smell when clothes are wet for too long, hats, popcorn, Bob Dylan (on principle)

~ Relationships ~

Love Interest(s):

Mitchell Rafferty

Mitch…wasn’t much of anything. “Apprenticing” as a plumber, but really he spent most of his time blowing off work to smoke weed behind the lone strip mall in Cherry Creek. He was the kind of guy who knew the time for any possibility of him being anything had passed before he’d even really known about it, and was particularly angry about it. He liked to run his fingers through Priscilla’s hair when he helped her dye it black or blue or blonde and knew to get her burgers with no mustard and extra ketchup after the first few months. He had a shitty apartment above the post office that smells like hot printer and weed all the time, which Priscilla half-lived in when she just wanted a little peace, quiet, and air conditioning. It wasn’t like they were boyfriend-girlfriend, or anything, quote, “restraining” like that, end quote. They just sort of clicked in that way people do when they meet in algebra and discover a shared love of getting blazed in 5th period and picking the lock to the teacher’s bathroom to fuck on the fancy sinks.

Dean Winchester

Priscilla Jett’s ledger was in the red. She owed Dean Winchester the kind of debt that took lifetimes to pay back. And she hated being in debt more than anything. He’d picked her up off the side of some no-nothing road two miles from Cherry Creek, chased by some demon in a six-foot, honey-blond man Priscilla called Mitch with a lingering fondness even after he punched her sister in the head. Took her and her sister from there to Michigan in his dad’s Impala, summer of ‘02. Three weeks, motel to motel to gas station parking lot. Sooner or later, she wound up tangled in his sheets. Of course, that didn’t last once they made it to Uncle Matthew’s in Michigan. Priscilla’s never been the relationship type, and besides, neither is Dean Winchester. Better to just forget the whole thing, and any unsavoury memories that come hand in hand with it.

Priscilla did her best to forget Dean Winchester, and all the memories that came with the pockets of brief ecstasy they shared, in the four years that separated their first and second meetings. Their second, perhaps more unpleasantly remembered, followed the death of Priscilla’s uncle and the disappearance of her sister. Not by her hand, by that of Bobby Singer. Traitor who called in backup for her. It was a slow and unwitting fall from there for the both of them. Many years, many drinks and more than a few mornings in the same motel bed.

Friends:

Bobby Singer

Sam Winchester

Ellen Harvelle

Jo Harvelle

~ Misc. & Notes ~

Her mom named her after Priscilla Presley and if she’d had a brother, he probably would’ve been named Elvis.

While training, Priscilla refurbished a 1987 Ford Ranger pickup, and repainted it light blue. It has a hidden weapons rack in the bed, and a custom compartment under the backseat with more weapons and supplies.

She calls Valerie Junebug, because her middle name is June.

She’s a stress-smoker. She has about four half-smoked packs in her truck at any given time. Her brand of choice is Camel Filters.

She and Valerie have a tradition of getting cheese fries and milkshakes when she comes back from a trip. They park the car by the shore of Lake Michigan and sit on the hood, talking until the sun goes down.

Once she pretended to be an FBI agent named Dana Mulder. Somehow, nobody noticed.

Priscilla gets super pale in the winter, but she tans a ton when it’s hot out. She has to buy different shades of makeup for the seasons because it’s so different.

priscilla is so willoughby coded… also dust bowl is literally her and dean’s song!

p.s. might be plotting a little fic about her 😉

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"Cornelia, Nell. Spitting image of her mother. Lip’s twin. She’s a real wild child, got Monica’s free spirit through and through—always chasing the next thrill and living life on her own terms." - Frank Gallagher

“I just wanna go real hard for days I just wanna feel in different ways Every single night kinda feels the same I’m a pink diamond, I need space I’m online and I’m feeling so glamorous Watch me shine for the boys and the cameras In real life could the club even handle us? “pink diamond” - Charli xcx

Cornelia Gallagher - Shameless OC

~ General ~

Full Name: Cornelia Anne Gallagher

Nickname(s): Nell, Nellie

Birthdate: March 29th, 1995

Residence: Chicago, Illinois

~ Physical Appearance ~

Hair Colour: Brown/Blonde

Eye Colour: Brown

Skin Tone: Pale

Body Type: Mesomorph

Height: 5’5

Misc: Tattoo of a heart and swirly tendrils extending from the sides on her lower back

Faceclaim: Leighton Meester

~ Background ~

Hometown: Chicago, Illinois

Brought up on the South Side, Nell never really imagined any kind of “bright future” for herself. She didn’t have her twin’s smarts, or Ian’s discipline, or even Fiona’s relentless persistence. Nell’s got her family, but she’s always depended on her own skills and smarts to make her way—for better or worse.

~ Schooling/Career ~

Education: High School

Careers/Jobs:

Waitress at Marty Mouse’s Funhouse & Arcade

Stripper at Cherry’s Club & Dancers

Dominatrix

Bottle Girl at Echelon

Secretary at Rothman Realty Group

~ Family ~

Mother: Monica Gallagher

Nell inherited her blonde hair from her mother, she also inherited her mother’s partiality for bad decisions and wild, drug-fuelled days and nights. Nell often tries to stay out of it when her mother comes around, preferring to avoid her presence altogether. Despite this, Monica tries to connect with her second daughter, seeing a lot of herself in the girl.

Father: Frank Gallagher

Nell hated her father. Or, she learned to, after the first few times he’d left her alone outside a bar into the early hours. With her mother, she had a careful sort of distance. With Frank, well, let’s just say he sure seems to slip and fell while drunk more than usual around her. Nell probably has the most obvious and consistent contention with her father, her pride and penchant for holding grudges souring her relationship with him permanently.

Eldest Sister: Fiona Gallagher

Fiona and Nell had the unique sisterly bond of going from screaming matches in the kitchen to curling up in Fiona’s bed within the same week—or day, even. Nell was overly fond of gleefully ignoring most of Fiona’s orders and advice, Fiona was overly fond of making sure Nell knew she was wrong. Fiona was mother and sister in one, and Nell was like to place doubly the angst upon her.

Twin Brother: Philip Gallagher

When she was around, Monica used to say that Nell pushed Lip out of the womb, only to end up following him right out. That was kind of always how their relationship went. Lip was first, and Nell slid into second, slightly messier and less pleasant to look at. He was the sharp one, the one who could talk his way out of anything, while Nell was all impulse and stubbornness, always trailing just behind, picking fights she couldn’t always win. Their bickering was a constant fixture of the Gallagher house, one that earned them both more than a few cuffs on the head. The twins rarely saw eye to eye, never missing an opportunity to prove the other wrong or win an argument. Despite their volatility, Nell and Lip are fiercely protective over each other. They never hesitate to choose each others side in arguments, and it’s known that if you mess with one, you get both.

Younger Half-Brother: Ian Gallagher

Ian was always more Lip’s man than Nell’s. The two brothers always just had that tight bond, one Nell envied. The only girl other than Fiona, who was more mother than sister, and Debbie, who was too little to understand, Nell was often left to third wheel Lip and Ian’s boyish antics. Nell and Ian only really become closer when they were a bit older and more able to understand each other. But once they found it, their relationship was like fitting two puzzle pieces together.

Younger Sister: Deborah Gallagher

Debbie idolized her sister. To an 11-year old girl, Nell was very much the exact kind of mature, cool teenager she wanted to be. Nell always found her baby sister immature and annoying, always wanting to budge in with Nell and her friends. More doors were slammed between Nell and Debbie than any other pair in the Gallagher household—which says a lot. Squabbles between them were a daily occurrence, over clothes or stuff or who’s turn it was to take out the trash. When Nell was thirteen, she taped a border between her and Debbie’s parts of their shared room. It’s still there.

Younger Brother: Carl Gallagher

Carl might have been Nell’s clone in boy form. Same troublemaking, same…extralegal proclivities, same positively fear-inducing fondness for pranks and inciting irritation in anyone over the age of twenty-five or unrelated to them, at least as kids. They were always thick as thieves, the two of them. Nell always thought there was a lot of her in Carl, maybe that’s why she was always soft on him. Although that never stopped her from slapping him upside the head (lovingly) when he got to trouble.

Youngest Brother: Liam Gallagher

Nell was…sturdier with Liam. More dependable. An older sister, not just the crazy teenager or messed up super senior. She was there, when he needed her or just wanted to hang. When he was a baby, she’d talk to him like he was her diary, spilling secrets to his uncomprehending baby ears. When he got older, she told him the PG version, but told him all the same. He developed a knack for asking questions, just enough to get her talking a little more. She taught him where to hide shit under the flooring and how to bluff his way out of anything. He wasn’t her baby, but she taught him everything she knew all the same.

~ Personality & Traits ~

Personality: Most of Nell’s life, the good and the bad, is defined by her impulsive nature. With a tendency to jump without looking down, Nell has ended up with more than her share of hard falls. Nell has a talent for endearing herself to people quickly and an easy charm with strangers and friends alike. She’s stubborn to a fault and will dig her heels in when faced with pushback. Nell is proud and often refuses charity or help, even from her family and close friends. Nell is hot-tempered, and is not one to forgive and forget. More one to throw it in your face and seethe until the day she dies. However, Nell can actually be a bit naive at times, believing in true love or trusting people implicitly. This has bitten her in the ass enough times for her not to trust it. Nell is quite possessive of her family and loved ones, guarding them jealously from outside influences. Her bonds to her family are precious to her and seeing or feeling them change is hard for her to reconcile with.

Likes: Excitement, parties, Camel Blues, maraschino cherries, rock music, pink, statistics, late night drives, having her nails done, guitar-heavy music, independence

Dislikes: Being talked down to, biking, scented candles, overcooked pasta, cheap lighters, people who hover, drinks that should be hot but are cold, chipped nail polish

~ Relationships ~

Love Interest(s):

Ryan Cooper

From pulling pigtails in the 2nd grade to house parties in 9th, Nell and Ryan have known each other for, well, always. It was easy, going from just friends to dating. It was never necessarily exclusive, but something, definitely. When they were 15, Ryan got hauled off to juvie for braining his stepdad with a brick. They tried to make it work. But, talking through plexiglass and phones doesn’t exactly stoke the fire of young love. Things just…fizzled. By the time his sentence ended, his mother had moved to Connecticut and he followed.

Carter Smart

Nell was sixteen when she met Carter Smart. The older brother of one of her friends, Carter was cool. All low and slow drawls between drags from his ever-present Marlboro Red, and tattooed biceps, he dealt weed and stronger stuff to the teenage population of Lincoln Grove High School. When they met, properly, Carter told Nell she was the hottest girl he’d ever seen and promptly offered her a pill, on the house. She’d taken it, then another, and they were all over each other. One thing led to another, and she ended up engaged at sixteen when she woke up the next morning. Carter’s drug abuse soon spread to Nell, and while her family tried to pull her out, it only pushed her deeper into his fold. Soon after, Nell ran away from home to be with him. Carter’s paranoia and possessiveness soon overtook any real love he might have had for her, and he became obsessed with her. He constantly interrogated her about if she was cheating on him and isolated her from the friends she had outside of their circle. When the police came knocking at the apartment they shared with seven others, Nell and Carter ran and hid. For nearly two months, they holed up in his buddy’s apartment, until the police finally arrested him for a myriad of charges including assault and battery, and possession with intent. When the dust settled, Nell was left strung out, flunking out of high school, and completely alone.

Jillian Baker

Jill was probably the coolest fucking person Nell had ever met. A California transplant in the South Side, Jill had endless stories of partying with low-budget celebrities and getting backstage at concerts. Nell was head over heels for the glamourous girl. Jill pulled Nell back into the world of drugs she has just escaped. They dated for thirteen weeks, until Nell broke up with her.

Leo Malcolm

Leo Malcolm didn't want Nell as she was. A sheltered, upper-middle class boy, Leo loved the romance of falling for the stripper with the heart of gold. He wanted to be Richard Gere in Pretty Woman, not just a guy Nell liked. And he wanted Nell to be perfectly grateful for his generosity and graciousness. Leo dressed her up and tried to train her into a proper sort of girl, Nell had none of it. He was kicked to the curb quickly.

Charlotte “Chuck” Glass

It’s real cliche, to fall for a girl who’s in complete and total denial about herself. Chuck Glass was one of those girls. Engaged at 20 to her high school sweetheart, Chuck ran from the wedding to Chicago with a case of cold feet. Matter of fact, she ran right into Nell Gallagher. They spent a month in a sort of all encompassing whirlwind, until the Glass family cavalry came in the form of Chuck’s mother. A combination of scolding, shaming and tears convinced Chuck back to Shelbyville, to be the daughter her mother wanted.

Marley Mitchell

Marley was deliciously, perfectly, wonderfully normal. Assistant manager of a bowling alley, Marley wasn’t a drug dealer, or a rich asshole, and she wasn’t hiding some fiancé back south. It was nice, to have a normal relationship. It was strangely even nicer, to just…break up. Not have a screaming match, or a near-death, or a horrible, torturous, soul-crushing mess of a breakup. It was just natural.

Adrian Zimmerman

Nell met, married and divorced Adrian Zimmerman within a month. The son of a North Side investment banker, Adrian had his whole life mapped out. Take over his father’s company, marry a socialite, pop out three kids and end up addicted to cocaine fucking hookers in the back of his BMW, just like his father. Well, Adrian figured if he was gonna snort coke and fuck hookers, might as well do it while he’s young. Adrian walked into Cherry’s looking for an opportunity to rebel. Nell was perfect. A week after they met, Adrian proposed. They were married in a 24-hour chapel an hour later. Marital bliss was brief, when Adrian’s father threatened to cut him off if he didn’t annul the marriage, Adrian dragged Nell to the courts sooner than you can say “fucking pussy-ass bitch”, which she certainly did.

Logan Summers

Nell buys the car in a fit of impulse. Some piece of shit hunk of junk she got for $500 and a pack of cigarettes. Other than the hideous paint job and the busted engine, she’s really not in too bad shape. Besides, a project might be good, something to fill up her spare time. However, senior auto shop can only get one so far, so the mechanic is an expensive but necessary cost to get Joan (the car) in working order. That’s where Logan comes in. Cool, calm and totally unimpressed by her flirting. Or not. I mean, he did offer to cut the cost in half if she helped fix it. So, she did. It takes a week, and it’s only after the engine is purring like a kitten that Logan asks to see her again. He does.

Best Friend(s):

Patricia Beck

Callie Ophedas

Lola Trass

Meghan Cabrera

Tatiana Hobbs

Friends:

Marianna Schultz

Aria Matten

Jesse Cavanaugh

Samuel Pierce

Keeva Murdock

Joshua Kaplan

Veronica Fisher

Kevin Ball

Mickey Milkovich (eventually)

Mandy Milkovich

Rivals:

Karen Jackson

~ Misc. & Notes ~

She used to take Carl’s t-shirts and wear them as crop tops.

Nell’s stubbornly independent, which means she’s always trying to fix things herself before asking for help. Unfortunately, her "fixes" often involve duct tape and sheer determination. Her attempts at home repairs are both impressive and an absolute disaster.

Nell knows all the tricks about how to win the rigged games at the arcade from her job there.

Nell and Logan’s bedroom is a collision of them both. Logan keeps things clean and straightforward, while Nell has a habit of leaving clothes in a “not dirty, but not totally clean” pile somewhere. Logan has mostly given up trying to convince her to fix it.

Nell is freakishly good at pinball and used to play it everyday during her work breaks.

She gets carsick super easily and has to sit in the front of buses or she will throw up.

Nell and Logan’s dining table is a misshapen wooden monstrosity he made in woodworking he refuses to get rid of. Nell complains, but finds it endearingly lopsided.

Secretly loves teen dramas like The O.C. and Gossip Girl. She’s embarrassed by it.

“I’m a wife, I’m a kid I’m destroyed, I’m a bitch I’m too drunk, I can’t sleep I can’t feel anything I’m afraid, I’m afraid I’m nothing without him What if I ruin it?”. “I’m Afraid” - Charli xcx

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“Zola's algorithm is a program...for choosing Insight's targets!” “What targets?” “You! A TV anchor in Cairo, the Undersecretary of Defense, a high school valedictorian in Iowa city, a middle schooler from Brooklyn. Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, anyone who's a threat to HYDRA! Now, or in the future.” - Captain America: Winter Soldier (2014)

Ruthann Ralston - Marvel OC

~ General ~

Full Name: Ruthann Marie Ralston

Nicknames/Aliases: Ruth, Rue, Ruthie

Species: Human

Birthdate: October 17th, 2001

Residence: Brooklyn, New York City, New York | Bucharest, Romania | Birnin Zana, Wakanda | New York City, New York

~ Physical Appearance ~

Hair Colour: Brown

Eye Colour: Brown

Skin Tone: Light

Body Type: Mesomorph

Height: 5’1

Misc: Freckles

Faceclaim: Cailee Spaeny

~ Background ~

Hometown: Brooklyn, New York City, New York

Ruth had a pretty normal childhood…as normal as dead brother, veteran dad can get. Her parents were always determined that she had a good, normal life. A long one, too. Unfortunately, that wasn’t quite in the cards. Things have a funny way of ending up like that.

~ Heroism ~

Code Name: Stray

Allegiance:

Independent (2014-2016)

“Team Cap” (2016-2017)

Independent (2017-2018)

Avengers (2018)

Independent (2023-)

Suit:

Navy blue vibranium-threaded bodysuit with quarter zip neckline

Reinforced plating on forearms and abdomen

Black, metal guards on elbows and knees

Rubber-soles boots

Gloves armoured with metal knuckles, that have retractable spikes

Utility belt

Abilities:

Enhanced Strength

Enhanced Agility

Enhanced Speed

Enhanced Strength

Enhanced Stamina

Enhanced Reflexes

Enhanced Endurance

Enhanced Durability

Enhanced Flexibility

Enhanced Healing Factor

Skills:

Pickpocketing

Petty Thievery

Master Martial Artist

Expert Combatant

Master Acrobat

Close-Range Weapons Mastery

Expert Markswoman

Long-Range Weapons Mastery

Weaponry:

Vibranium knuckle-guards

Hunting Knives

Sig Sauer P220

Glock 19

~ Family ~

Grandfather: John Ralston

A veteran of the Vietnam war, John Ralston was part of a small test group who were given an iteration of the Super Soldier Serum. Although it initially showed no effect on it’s subjects, the serum soon sent those given it to an earlier grave, with each soldier dying of a mysterious ailment within two years of receiving their “mandatory vaccinations.” Although the project was deemed a failure due to none of the subjects showing any signs of enhanced physicality, later research discovered that the serum had altered the subjects’ DNA structures, passing down dormant gene marker that, when activated, caused the serum’s effects to appear in the individual who possessed the gene.

Father: Rupert Ralston

Although Rupert never met his father, his mother often told him he could have been his twin, in looks and temperament. He followed in his father’s footsteps and joined the army not long after he married his wife, Louise. Rupert served for almost twenty years before he sustained an injury from shrapnel and was confined to a wheelchair. Although Rupert never showed signs of the serum taking effect, DNA collected by HYDRA operative and tested by S.H.I.E.L.D following the raid on the Ralston household found that the gene had indeed been present, and was likely passed down to Rupert’s two children.

Mother: Louise Ralston

As a girl, Louise Ralston used the brag that her uncle knew Captain America. She used to pull out her mother’s photos of scrawny little Steve Rogers with her uncle Bucky and bring them for show and tell. Ruth remembered when the Smithsonian contacted Louise for photos of the Captain and his childhood friend and Louise spent a week digging through the attic with Ruth’s help to find all the old pictures and artifacts they could. Rupert even took Louise and Ruth to Washington to see the exhibit when it was opened to the public.

Brother: Jackson “Jacks” Ralston

Nearly fifteen years older than Ruth, Jacks never had a close relationship with his sister. When Ruth was not even three, her brother joined the military. He was killed in combat by her fifth birthday. Although she never knew her brother, his picture on the mantle and the stilted yearly dinners on his birthday meant she never forgot him either.

Great-Uncle: James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes

Ruth meets Bucky in the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum, at the Captain America tribute exhibit. In front of the photos of Bucky himself, that her mother had donated. It’s easy to recognize him, when you’ve seen his photo and heard the stories all your life, also when he calls you by your dead grandmothers name. It’s probably easier than it should be, to convince him to take Ruth with him. It’s nice, not to be alone, even if the running goes from state-to-state to cross-continents. Life feels…routine, normal, at least as normal as you can get when you’re two Enhanced people on the run from basically everyone. Ruth clings to Bucky like a lifeline, even if he’s a trained assassin and over 90 years old, he’s still the only family she’s got left. And he does the same. Two years pass easily, and by the time Steve Rogers busts into their Bucharest apartment, Ruth doesn’t hesitate to start swinging.

~ Personality & Traits ~

Personality: They say Super Serum amplifies the traits already existing in an individual, but when the Serum is there from day one, what does that give you? Ruthann Ralston, apparently. Impulsive and rash, Ruth has a short temper and a mouth that would make a nun blush. She has more shitty jokes here than even the punniest of dads, and delights in using them at any opportunity. Ruth’s very resourceful and self-sufficient, determined to survive no matter the odds. To Ruth, she’s seen (and done) more than enough to warrant independence, despite her youth. She feels a lot of survivor’s guilt for what she sees as getting her entire family killed because of what she is. Despite this, she is very compassionate and trusts people who show kindness to her. She’s generally pretty unwilling to let others govern her and strongly sticks to that belief that respect is earned. And with her, it’s hard-won.

Likes: Math, numbers, puns, terrible jokes (like real stinkers), track and field, lacrosse, blue raspberry slushies, independence, close combat, competition

Dislikes: Anything cherry flavoured, being told what to do, using rifles/sniper rifles, cereal, unsalted butter, basketball, avocados, feeling trapped or restrained, being treated like a sidekick, dramatic motivational pep talks, cold weather, people who “don’t listen to music”

~ Relationships ~

Best Friend(s):

Maya Jameson (Formerly)

Shuri

Friends:

Peter Parker

Steve Rogers

Wanda Maximoff

Sam Wilson

Yelena Belova

Allies:

T’Challa

Clint Barton

Scott Lang

Bruce Banner

Natasha Romanoff

Tony Stark

James Rhodes

Thor

Enemies:

HYDRA

Valentina Allegra de Fontaine

Thaddeus Ross

~ Misc. & Notes ~

She’s fluent in Romanian.

Ruth has a tendency to try and automatically take her opponent to the ground, even if they have size and weight over her. This can be a great decision or a terrible one, depending on her opponent. Mostly a terrible one, when she’s sparring with Bucky or Steve.

Rocket once tried to recruit her for an off-world job. He figured she had “just the right level of recklessness”, but that got shut down almost immediately, to her disappointment.

Her and Peter had a rivalry. He beat her at the airport (barely!) and she’s made it her mission to beat him in a rematch.

She loves cats, but they seem to hate her.

After the “Civil War,” Ruth stuck with Steve after he freed her from the Raft. While Bucky was in cryo, Steve kind of took over for him. Ruth saw Bucky again in 2018 for the fight in Wakanda.

Ruth is fundamentally against using umbrellas. “Face the rain or stay inside.”

She learned how to fall asleep quickly and sleep lightly fast. She still does it to this day.

When Ruth was twelve, she tried to teach herself to juggle and ended up giving herself a concussion from tripping on one of her juggling balls and falling into a cabinet.

She keeps a “go bag” of money, food and clothes squirrelled away in her room. Everywhere she lived after what happened to her family. At first, it was a necessity, to stay ready to run from whoever was chasing her and Bucky. Now it’s just a habit.

The last thing she saw before being Blipped was Bucky disintegrating in front of her.

bucky and ruth = joel and ellie on steroids

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The Magpie’s Rhyme

“One for sorrow,

Annabel Silver watches when they kill Nolan. Treason had been the charge given. Bullshit. Nolan was no District Two fanatic, but he was smart enough not to say a word around anyone but her. They whip him. They whip him until his back is torn to shreds and then they keep going. When pieces of his skin start to fall to the square’s dusty ground, flayed from his body by the whip, Merrilee Donner faints, and a few of the men even vomit around the edges of the square. Nolan is limp when they’re finished, and Annabel Silver hopes he’s only uncomcious. But Asterid Everdeen presses her fingers to his pulse point and shakes her head. Annabel Silver goes down.

There are a lot of things that haunt the Mockingjay. Prim. The Games, both of them. Twelve. The sounds are worse, the screams and squelches and the grate of bone against steel. But, Katniss Everdeen thinks the sound Annabel Silver makes when Nolan Mellark dies haunts her the most. She’d gone white. Not pale, truly white. As if all the colour had been leeched from her body. Then the shrieking had started. Piercing and loud, like the dying keen of an animal. Katniss covers Prim’s ears and presses her face into her shoulder. She can’t hear this. Annabel Silver holds her palehaired boy in her arms, wailing as she hunches over his bloodied body. She screams until her throat is hoarse and her eyes are red. And she screams still. Katniss is rooted in place, the Victor’s grief so all encompassing that she feels trapped in place. When her throat will make no more sound, Annabel Silver weeps. It feels like hours, or maybe it is, until Haymitch Abernathy, more sober than Katniss can remember ever seeing him, half-coaxes, half pulls Annabel Silver from Nolan’s body. He all but carries her, her body shaking from her grief and the wracking sobs that are pulled from her raw throat.

Two for joy,

Haymitch Abernathy isn’t sure what to think when Annabel Silver starts going with Mack Hitch. He’s seen the Victor of the 59th mentoring tributes in the Control Room a few times, but the copper-haired man had never managed to make much an impression. Although that may have been more due to the white liquor than the company. However, Annabel Silver seems to be creating an image of the man for Haymitch, with all the talking of him she does. It’s endless. He’s beginning to hate the man on principle. Honestly. But he listens obediently, even if he pours a little heavier in his haste to get her to stop, while she talks of Mack’s jokes and stories of District Four. He makes her happy, and Haymitch is more than happy to suffer through her rambling if she smiles a little easier and sings a little brighter.

Three for a girl,

Katniss Everdeen thinks Annabel Silver very strange. With her delicate movements that would be as quiet as a mouse if not for the jingling of the bangles she wears and her odd habit of collecting odds and ends that wouldn’t even be worth a sesterce in the Hob or anywhere else, for that matter, Annabel Silver doesn’t paint a particularly fearsome picture. She’s not sure which of the mentors are worse, the drunk or the woman who looks as if a deer would scare her sightless. Katniss thinks she knows why Twelve hasn’t even come close to having a Victor since Annabel Silver herself, except she doesn’t. Not at all.

Four for a boy,

Peeta Mellark knows Annabel Silver Baird. If he thinks hard enough, he can remember her coming to the bakery, back when his grandda still owned it, and his father’s cousins helped run it. He can remember her, sitting on a stool in the corner, playing a guitar she was rarely without, while Nolan kneaded bread and iced cakes.

He could remember that his grandda sent her home with fresh bread and pastries nearly every day, most old or burnt. How she’d divide them carefully, tucking half away in her pockets and carrying the rest down to the Seam. He remembered her teaching him the words to the jaunty tunes she played for the folks who could afford a band at weddings, stomping her feet and clapping as he and Nolan butchered nearly every note until Grandda brandished his rolling pin and told them to stop scaring away the customers.

Most of all though, he remembers the way she’d come back. How she’d crept into the bakery, guitar nowhere to be seen, how Grandda had nearly swung his rolling pin at her—with none of the indulgent softness—and told her not to come back. How she’d slunk away, shame on her thin, misery-worn face.

Five for silver,

Annabel Silver keeps Nolan’s ring for a long time. She wears it, for the first while. Around her neck, not her finger. It doesn’t feel right. Not when he’s buried in the ground before it was a fact and not a wish. It’s only when Peeta Mellark tells the Capitol and all of Panem that Katniss Everdeen is the girl he loves that Annabel Silver knows where the ring will go.

She waits to give it to him. She waits until Panem is, at last, at some sort of peace. Then, she takes it from her jewelry box and tells Peeta Mellark to give Katniss something left from his family. He does, eventually. Annabel Silver sees the ring on her finger and knows that’s where it ought to be. Not sitting in her jewelry box tarnishing. She smiles, then bursts into tears she can’t quite explain in words.

Six for gold,

Mack Hitch knew he would marry Annabel Silver eventually. When she finds him in the med tent, she drips happy tears onto his bandages and presses salty kisses to his lips and cheek and hand. When she’s done, he pulls the ring clumsily from his pocket and offers it to her with the murmured question. They’re married as soon as he’s out of the hospital. She wears a dress of dandelion yellow and green, and her golden ring stays on her finger always. Until she herself is buried under a stone of silver in the meadow.

Seven for a secret,

Never to be told.”

When Katniss Everdeen’s arrow flies to the heart of Alma Coin, Annabel Silver Baird slips into the crowd and cuts the throat of Coriolanus Snow.

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Why does Annabel go back to the bakery after Nolan dies? Is it for food?

Thank you for asking! Annabel Silver goes back to the bakery following Nolan’s death to apologize to his family. Nolan’s death was a punishment from Snow for her rebellious actions during her games (creating a memorial and “humanizing” the tributes). Officially Nolan is killed on charges of treason which are false, and most of the district knows or suspects that he was innocent, including his family. They know that Annabel Silver was the reason Nolan was killed and they blame her. When she appears at the bakery, she’s trying to apologize to them, but she’s also trying to find some kind of connection with anyone in the district. Her uncles are either dead or have fled the district, and her only real other friend is Haymitch. Who really isn’t very soft or comforting, even when he isn’t drunk as a skunk. I hope this makes sense!

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Annabel Silver Baird - The Hunger Games OC

“Like a magpie, that one. All for the shine and sparkle.”

~ General ~

Name: Annabel Silver Baird

Nickname(s): Magpie, Songbird

Birthdate: April 14th, 49th Annual Hunger Games

District: Covey (12)

~ Physical Appearance ~

Hair Colour: Dark Brown

Eye Colour: Hazel

Skin Tone: Olive

Body Type: Ectomorph

Height: 5’7

Faceclaim: Ástrid Bergés-Frisbey

~ Background ~

District: Covey (12)

One of the last members of the Covey surviving, Annabel Silver was raised in a markedly different way to District Twelve’s other children. Annabel Silver never attended the District’s school, instead being homeschooled by her uncles. She explored the forest endlessly, gaining invaluable of the various uses for the flora within the forest. She often sold her gatherings to the Apothecary and Asterid Everdeen. A performer, as all Covey are, Annabel Silver sang for many a wedding and celebration—or memorial.

~ The 67th Annual Hunger Games ~

Token: Nolan Mellark’s ring

Arena: The Swamp

Spontaneously combusting mud, alligator and snake infested pools, quicksand. Only a few of the dangers boasted by the 67th Hunger Games arena. Rising on their pedestals, the twenty-four tributes found themselves above waist-deep waters, choked with silt and mutts. In the centre, the Cornucopia rose, weaponry and supplies spilling from its maw in the shallows. Surrounding them, trees stretched overhead, and swamp-grasses provided ample hiding places. A variety of mutts proved another threat to the tributes; alligators, venomous snakes, big cats, and a variety of reptiles all hunted the tributes. Alongside the predators, prey animals such as deer, birds, and fish provided a food source for the more capable tributes.

Arena Outfit: Simplistic short-sleeved bodysuit with a lightweight, waterproof jacket in mottled greenish-brown, boots

Games:

Annabel Silver takes their District tokens.

She collects the woven bracelets from the pair from Eight, pulls the toy car from the boy from Six’s bloodstained breastpocket, Ada’s necklace of smoothed shells. She collects them from every body she finds. She brings them all to the weeping willow at the edge of the arena. Annabel Silver hangs the keepsakes on the branches. The necklaces of the pair from Four around thick branches, the ring of the pretty girl from One slipped onto a wooden finger. They drift in the breeze and the seashell necklaces clink together. It’s been nineteen days, and it’s only Annabel Silver and Castor from Nine left. Annabel Silver rests among the roots of the willow, her body too weak to anything but croak the refrain she’s been singing since she first placed herself at the roots of the weeping willow and hold tight to the smooth silver ring around her finger.

“Deep in the meadow, under the willow

A bed of grass, a soft green pillow

Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes

And when again they open, the sun will rise.

Here it's safe, here it's warm

Here the daisies guard you from every harm

Here your dreams are sweet, and tomorrow brings them true-”

The Gamemakers press the command for the snake mutts to descend upon her. And they do. But has the first orange snakes slither over her legs, the cannon booms. And it’s too late. The trumpet sounds, and Annabel Silver Baird is lifted from the arena; limp and weak, a Victor.

~ Family ~

Father: Tiberius Pick

In the districts, Peacekeepers have a particular reputation for leaving bastards wherever their service took them. Tiberius Pick was no different. He romanced pretty Elaine Violet smoothly, and in a fortnight she fell pregnant. Upon learning of this, Tiberius promptly filed for a transfer. By month’s end, he was stationed in District Seven, seducing another, no doubt.

Mother: Elaine Violet Baird

Daughter of Maude Ivory, Elaine Violet had her mother’s sweetness and cheer. A player of harmonica and tambourine, Elaine Violet was the prime entertainment for weddings, dances and all manner of parties. At 22, she had her only daughter, but passed shortly after due to her fragile health.

Uncle: Tam Amber

Old enough to remember the Dark Days, Tam Amber remembers a time when the Covey were free as birds. Travelling performers tied to nowhere and nothing but each other and their instruments. But those days are gone. Nearly 50 years of working in the forge had gnarled Tam Amber’s hands, stiffening his joints. He lived a long time, seen the districts and the dark days, but age catches up to all. When he dies, Annabel Silver sings him the Covey songs, and he crosses into the hereafter with his eyes closed and peace on his face.

Uncle: Clerk Carmine Clade

Clerk Carmine is wise enough to flee after Nolan dies. In the dead of night, he takes his fiddle and his lover and flees into the forest. Annabel Silver sleeps in the Village that night, and makes a point of ensuring that everyone in town knows she’s there. When the Peacekeepers arrive to arrest Clerk Carmine of treason, they find only a darkened cottage and Annabel Silver, who explains through hysterical tears, that her uncle passed of an illness during her games. Haymitch Abernathy would have believed her, if the collection of Covey graves hadn’t been missing one of red stone.

Cousin: Lenore Dove Baird

Lenore Dove was the first to hold Annabel Silver. The first to stroke her silken cheek, the first to call her by her name. When Elaine Indigo passed not a week after Annabel Silver’s birth, Lenore Dove cared for the babe, with her uncles’ help. She spent many a day in the meadows of Twelve, Annabel Silver on her back and Haymitch at her side. Lenore Dove sang the songs of the Covey to Annabel Silver, bathed her in oatwater and roses, cared for her every whim. When Lenore Dove died, the people of District Twelve swore they could hear little Annabel Silver wailing in the house by the meadow all the way from town. In the Victor’s Village, Haymitch Abernathy drank deeply of the sleep syrup to quell the shrieks that echoed across the fields.

~ Personality & Traits ~

Personality: A free spirit as all Covey are like to be, Annabel Silver is not one to fall into line. She has a charming, disarming manner that has gotten her out of many a troublesome situation. Annabel Silver is endlessly persistent, consistently visiting Haymitch every week despite his refusal to open the door or respond. She is a multitasker and often prefers to sew, weave baskets, or do some other menial task to busy her hands. She is very loyal and makes friends for life. She has few friends, but has endeared herself to much of the district. She can be naïve and rather sheltered at times, her secluded upbringing often working against her when confronted with real life situations. Nevertheless, Annabel Silver is quick to learn how to navigate challenges and adapt to survive. She’s extremely sentimental and keeps keepsakes of whatever she can get her hands on. Her room is chock full of knick knacks and keepsakes.

Likes: Colour, music, performing, baked goods, dancing, clothes, jewelry, swimming, exploring the woods, flowers, gardening, interesting rocks or knick-knacks, keepsakes

Dislikes: The Capitol, the Victors’ Village, disingenuousness, being told when she should or shouldn’t play or make music, Capitol food, candy, being controlled or governed, the smell of sulphur, garish clothing, competitiveness

Skills: Sewing, mimicking bird calls, baking, playing guitar, harmonica-playing, singing, basket-weaving, dancing

~ Relationships ~

Mentor: Haymitch Abernathy

Haymitch Abernathy drinks himself into a stupor the night after the Reaping. He wants to remember as little of the 67th Hunger Games as possible. So, he drinks wine with breakfast, whiskey with dinner and white liquor whenever he can get his flask out. It’s only when the trumpets sound nineteen days in and Mackerel Hitch gives him a shove that he shakes himself out of his cups. On his control computer, Annabel Silver dangles limply in the hovercraft’s grip.The trumpets continue to play loudly as a hovercraft pulls Annabel Silver, malnourished and weak, but alive.

Mentee: Peeta Mellark

Annabel Silver didn’t think he’d remember her. Hoped he wouldn’t, more like. She wouldn’t be able to stand him joining the baleful gazes of the ones she couldn’t save. To have him standing beside Nolan, their twin gazes like four knives to her very soul. The 74th Hunger Games Reaping seemed like a cruel joke played on Twelve’s victors. The daughter of his childhood friends for Haymitch, Nolan’s nephew for her. It hurt to look at him, with his ashy blonde hair and earnest blue eyes, too like Nolan’s. Annabel Silver put every iota of herself into bringing Peeta home. She didn’t sleep for days at a time, barely eating and afraid to leave her control center. When Katniss and Peeta left the arena, Annabel Silver prayed to every god that had once been that this would be the end.

Love Interest(s):

Nolan Mellark

Nolan Mellark knew Annabel Silver was the only one for him the minute she bounded into the bakery, offering a song and dance for a pastry. Seeing as Grandda was suitably distracted in the back, he’d let her take up residence on a small stool, shoved in the corner. She played much more than one song, and when the day was over, even Grandda was inclined to give her more baked goods than she could hold in two hands for her entertainment. She’d left the bakery with a skirt full of bread and tarts and cake. From that day on she showed up each morning, playing jaunty tunes that had even Otho’s sour-faced wife tapping her heel and smiling, and mournful ballads that had customers wiping their eyes before purchasing an extra loaf to comfort themselves. But, it was only when he followed her to the meadow, where she lay like a fair maiden in a story amongst the wildflowers and wheatgrass, that they shared more than a longing glance and a few lyrics sung to him.

When Annabel Silver’s name was read from the Reaping Bowl, Nolan Mellark married her in the Justice Building, a ceremony just for the two of them. 29 days later, Nolan Mellark was dead. Officially, he was a treasonous rebel showing discontent amongst the district, but who really believed that Capitol-spewed crap? It was a punishment.

Mackerel “Mack” Hitch

Mackerel Hitch was an odd one out. The only boy of seven children, Mack was smack dab in the middle. His father was a fisherman, all leathery skin and gruff affection. Mack was much the same, by the time Annabel Silver met him. The Victor of the 63rd Games was happily eclipsed by the 65th. Mack preferred to stay out of the spotlight. It made it easier to help Haymitch Abernathy plot rebellion.

When the Mockingjay shot her arrow through the arena, Mackerel Hitch led the uprising in District Four. Conversely, Annabel Silver spends two months held by the Capitol, on so many drugs she could scarcely stand to sing in the broadcasts. But when she sways, all it takes is a whispered reminder that Mack’s life hangs under her nose and she’s rigid as a post. Her rescue and arrival in Thirteen bring only another layer of desperation to her desire to find him, safe and sound. It’s only when District Four is deemed secure that she is permitted to look for Mack. She finds him, missing an eye and an arm, but living. Coin has a camera crew film their reunion, or tries to. Mack throws a series of increasingly sharp and heavy medical supplies at them until they flee.

Friends:

Johanna Mason

Katniss Everdeen

Finnick Odair

Seeder

Chaff

Rye Mellark

Allies:

Mags Flanagan

Beetee Latier

Wiress

Enemies:

Coriolanus Snow

The Capitol

Plumella Tartrall

~ Misc. & Notes ~

Annabel Silver has a great affinity for pretty pieces of rock or metal. Since she was little, her birthday gifts have always been small pieces of jewelry made from scraps of metal. Bangles, necklaces, earrings, rings; if it’s wearable, she collects it.

When confronted with the uninspired District Twelves costumes (stark naked and dusted with coal), Annabel Silver demanded her Reaping dress back. It was delivered to the prep room, singed and filthy. She wore the dress, a rainbow of handkerchiefs, scraps of worn dresses, quilt squares, and embroidery, coated in coal dust and ash as it was.

She has a garden plot in the front garden of the Covey house, chock full to bursting with wildflowers.

Annabel Silver hated staying in Thirteen. She rarely left her quarters unless forced. She spent much of her free time alternately harassing and wheedling Coin and Thirteen to let her go find Mack.

She has nightmares about the alligator mutts that tore her ally from Three to pieces, and the mosquitoes that drained the underfed little boy from 6 until he had no colour left in him.

She can hold her liquor almost as well as Haymitch and Chaff, and has won more than a few sponsorships by drinking Capitolians under the table.

More Annabel Silver:

“Before”

“The Reaping”

“The Interview”

“The Ballad of Annabel Lee, As Haymitch Abernathy Remembers”

“The Magpie’s Rhyme”

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The Interview

Annabel Silver had scarcely given Caeser a chance to ask more than a few cursory questions—warm-ups, really—before she was reaching for the guitar she’s placed at her feet. She tipped her head to him, toe already tapping out the familiar counts in anticipation. “I thought I ought to do my talkin’ in my own way, if you’ve no objections, Mr. Flickerman. Rather that than fumbling my way through tryin’ to answer your questions.”

Caesar had done little else but response in encouragement. “The spotlight is all yours tonight, Ms. Baird.”

“I’ll do my best to impress,” Annabel Silver had sent a cheeky wink to the audience then, and strummed experimentally on the guitar. “I wrote this song for my man back in Twelve. You’ll be makin’ good on your promise to make an honest woman out of me when I’m back! I’ll make sure of it,” She’s blown a kiss to the camera, eyes glittering with surprising humour. She turned to the guitar, fingers dancing across the strings, her voice clear and beautiful as the crystal champagne flutes held by the audience members.

“Beneath the yew where the winds do cry,

I swore to you under a fading sky.

With nothing to give but this heart that’s true,

I left it back home, ‘cause it beats for you.

Back in Twelve, Nolan Miller clasps and unclasps a braided leather bracelet, fingers rubbing the leather like prayer beads.

If I wander far, where the road don’t run,

Just know I’ll be yours ‘til my days are done.

Though the sky may fall, and the stars burn low,

I’ll carry your love wherever I go.

Haymitch Abernathy can hear Effie fielding calls from sponsors across the room. But he’s glued to the sight of his tribute on the stage. A memory flickers, a girl in a rainbow dress, singing on stage. The memory fades easily, with a heavy swig of white liquor. Effie gives him a dirty look between calls.

My love stays sweet as the mornin’ dew,

It ties us like string, binds me to you.

When winds blow cold, and the nights grow long,

I’ll sing your name in my very last song.

President Coriolanus Snow covers a cough with his handkerchief, saliva-diluted blood stains; red on white. His eyes narrow when he sees the Covey girl tapping her toe in time to her guitar, eyes closed as she tilts her head back.

Though I’ve wandered far, where the road don’t run,

Just know I’ll be yours ‘til my days are done.

If fate should call and my spirit should—Oh…

You’ll have my love whenever I go.”

Annabel Silver bows deeply to the applause. She throws her pick into the crowd and grins in amusement as Capitol citizens scramble to take it for themselves. She bows again, the buzzer sounds, and with waves and a final kiss blown to the camera, she lets herself be led away by the Peacekeepers.

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The Reaping

Annabel Silver Baird is eighteen when President Snow takes the last Covey girl from District Twelve. The clump of her boots on the stage is like a death march to her uncles, to Haymitch, to the boy in the non-eligibles section. Annabel Silver surveys all these people, the toe of her boot tap-tap-tapping on the wooden stage until Effie steps over her foot with her own because it’s echoing in the silent plaza.

It doesn’t stop her foot bouncing, she just steps back far enough Effie can’t reach her and starts it up again, keeping time to the escort’s positively cheery tone as she reads out the male tribute’s name. Annabel Silver twists the ring tied around her neck with her fingers. Rubbing over the smooth metal, silver, to match her name. Fingering the swirling patterns that decorate it.

In the Justice Building, her uncles come first. They look nothing alike, but their twinned expressions and ashen pallor make them into a perfect pair. Annabel Silver remembers her cousin, and the stories they’d told her of a girl in a rainbow dress who went to the Capitol and came back only to disappear. She cries, and pretends not to notice when Clerk Carmine wipes wetness from his cheek. She swears up and down, she’ll be back by August until the Peacekeepers push them out of the room. Then, Nolan. It’s silent for a moment, until she presses her lips to his and tries to memorize the slightly chapped feel of his lips on hers, the way he tastes like the sour raspberries they’d found in the morning, and something indescribable that tastes like home.

They’re in the Justice Building still when he takes the silver ring from around her neck. It’s his mother’s wedding ring, and he hadn’t saved up enough to get the gold for Tam Amber to make one for Annabel Silver, so she’d been wearing it around her neck until he gets her her own. Nolan unties the leather cord and slips the ring onto her finger, murmuring the vows he’d already started writing to her. For lack of a ring, Annabel Silver unclasps the braided leather bracelet from her wrist and wraps it around his. She sings a few lines, her voice quiet enough that only Nolan can hear her.

“But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we—

Of many far wiser than we—

And neither the angels in Heaven above

Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;”

Then she’d kissed him, one last time as the Peacekeepers pulled her to the train.

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Before

It’s a few hours after the Reaping, and Nolan Mellark’s snuck out of his house. It’s dark out, but the summer heat lingers even after the sun’s set. By the time he reaches the grassy meadow, sweat’s dripping down the back of his neck. He cranes his neck, searching for the familiar dark head of hair. He spots her before long, lying on her back in the center of the grass. Her ever-present guitar rests on her stomach, and he can hear the faint notes she’s coaxing from the instrument. He hurries over to her, and when she notices him, she pushes the guitar to the side and wastes little time pulling his lips to hers.

“I was scared,” She murmurs when they pull apart. “Seemed almost too good to be true you’d make it.”

There’s little he can say, his own relief had nearly choked him, only beaten by the guilt over his selfish elation. “I was, too. But it’s done. Over—nearly.”

Annabel Silver nods, and with the movement he can smell the perfume of the wildflowers she braids into her hair intermingling with the smoky musk lingering from the time spent packed into the square, with the sun beating down on them. “I’ve only got six. And-”

“Annabel Silver,” He slipped off the leather cord around his neck. On it a silver ring, all but worn smooth from age, flashes in the twilight. “Was my Ma’s. I want you to have it, ‘til I can get you a proper one, gold—how you like,” Nolan held it out to her. She took it.

“Nolan, this is-”

“It was her wedding ring. Like I said, ‘s yours. I wanna marry you, Annabel Silver.”

“I want to marry you, Nolan.” She smiled, glowing like a firefly. “Let’s get married. After next year.”

“July 5th?”

She laughed, and looped the cord around her neck.

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The Ballad of Annabel Lee, as Haymitch Abernathy Remembers

~ Sunrise On the Reaping SPOILERS ~

Haymitch Abernathy saw his girl sing with an audience once. Although it was just her uncles, himself, and baby Annabel Silver watching, Lenore Dove approached the performance as if she were on stage before the entire district. It’d been a special occasion, Annabel Silver’s birthday. She let Annabel Silver bang a few keys out on the piano, before she herself sat down at the instrument, and with an almost heartbreakingly beautiful voice, sang:

“It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

Little Annabel Silver, like she recognized her name-song from the womb, had pounded her chubby fists and grinned a gummy grin. By the time Lenore Dove’s started the next verse, green eyes glittering, Annabel Silver had quieted, and watched her cousin with wide, entranced eyes, drinking in the way her fingers danced across the keys.

I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love—

I and my Annabel Lee—

With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven

Coveted her and me.”

Haymitch doesn’t hear a Covey naming song again after Lenore Dove dies. Not for a long time. Not until he’s stumbling through the Seam, a three-quarters drunken bottle of white liquor in hand. He can hear low music coming from the little house near the Meadow and the woods. There’s a girl singing, and for a moment he forgets the meadow, and the gumdrop, because he swears he can hear his girl singing in a voice as soft and low as moonlight filtering through the tall grass. He doesn’t dare encroach on the yard from which the sound spills out. He watches from the banks of shrubbery that surround it as a girl with dark hair plucks at a guitar. He can see her toe tapping time to the music, her voice low and haunting despite her grin.

“And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsmen came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.”

When she sings the next lines, Lenore Dove rises so fully in his mind he chokes on her presence, the half-swallowed rotgut dribbling from the side of his mouth.

“The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

Went envying her and me—

Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.”

He can remember the next verse before she sings it, mumbling along off-time and key in his drunken state. Haymitch takes a swig from the bottle, and sinks down onto the yellowed grass.

“But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we—

Of many far wiser than we—

And neither the angels in Heaven above

Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;”

The bottle nearly empty, Haymitch’s eyes see a boy with the fair hair and light skin of the Townies watching the girl with unadulterated rapture. He’s sitting cross-legged at her feet, looking up at her. Annabel Silver, for it is little Annabel Silver who’s singing, has her eyes on him and a smile playing at her lips. Haymitch tumbles forward, the last drops of white liquor watering the ground. He’s only dimly aware of Annabel Silver still singing her name-song in the yard.

“For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,

In her sepulchre there by the sea—

In her tomb by the sounding sea.”

When he wakes in the morning, his mouth tastes of day-old liquor and dirt, but a grey blanket shields his body from the dew, and a pillow softens the ground beneath his head. He cranes his neck and he can almost see a girl with dark hair streaming behind her speeding down the knoll back to the house, empty bottle in hand.

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Gloria Sterling - AtS OC

~ General ~

Full Name: Gloria June Sterling

Nicknames: Glor (by most)

Birthdate: May 8th, 1980

Species: Witch

Residence: Arcadia, California | Los Angeles, California

~ Physical Appearance ~

Hair Colour: Black

Eye Colour: Blue

Skin Tone: Pale

Body Type: Mesomorph

Height: 5’10

Faceclaim: Liv Tyler

~ Background ~

Hometown: Arcadia, California

Born and raised in the California suburb, Gloria’s life was tranquil as it can be for the magically-inclined daughter of a witch and a demon hunter. Although she was never close with her siblings, Gloria never struggled to make friends, she was often surrounded by a gaggle of girls when she wasn’t holed up in her mothers workshop, learning the tricks of the trade.

~ Family ~

Mother: Claudia Sterling

Claudia Sterling was Gloria’s idol. Since she was little, Gloria always had shown a talent for magic. Claudia taught her daughter all she knew. Gloria was often favourites by Claudia because of her ability, causing a rift between she and Annette. When Gloria was 10, Claudia died during a spell gone wrong.

Father: Ezra Sterling

Ezra Sterling was a demon hunter before he met Claudia. He and Gloria had been close, but not as close as Claudia and Gloria had been. Ezra was often left to look after Annette when Claudia and Gloria would disappear into the attic for hours at a time. One of the most talented in the business, Ezra always enjoyed the thrill of the chase. Perhaps it was his love of the adrenaline that made him keep the demon that would later kill him in his attic for 18 years.

Older Sister: Annette Sterling

Annette had never been like her sister. She had none of her magical talent, a fact which she knew disappointed her mother. Often relegated to the care of her father, Annette was very close with him. When Gloria was given to the care of Annette, she was rather unhappy with the arrangement.

~ Life ~

When Gloria was 11, Claudia’s sudden death rocked the family. Ezra, heartbroken after her death, packed away all of Claudia’s tomes and supplies, unable to look at the artifacts left by her. Because of this, Gloria was unable to continue to practice magic—at least under her fathers eye. Night after night, Gloria crept into the attic and studied books and spells, learning how to concoct potion and cast spells.

Until, one evening, she stumbled upon a strange wooden box. Assuming it was another of her mother’s crates of artifacts and ingredients, she opened it. She would quickly discover that it housed not rare objects and ingredients, but a malevolent Ethros demon, captured by her father during his demon hunting days.

The demon took control of Gloria, and set out on revenge against her father. It tore through the house, chasing Ezra. At last, it cornered him and attacked, fatally wounding him. With his last breath, Ezra exorcised the demon back into the box, Returning Gloria’s spirit to her body. When she returned to her senses, Ezra was dead and Gloria was an orphan.

The incident was later ruled a homicide by the police department. Gloria was taken in by Annette, who was forced to leave her schooling to return to Arcadia and look after Gloria. Annette blamed Gloria for their father’s death and treated her with a cold distaste. When Gloria turned 18, she moved to Los Angeles, anxious to leave behind the house that was haunted by her mother and father and the simmering hatred that lingered within Annette.

In Los Angeles, Gloria began working at a small diner. At first, all was calm. As time passed, she began to fall into a routine, she had her regulars, including a Cordelia Chase, a secretary at a nearby private investigations office who ordered donuts nearly every morning.

After a long and tiring shift at the diner, Gloria began her walk home. However, she was suddenly attacked by a group of vampires, anxious to feed on a vulnerable young woman. Doyle experienced a vision of Gloria, and Angel races to save the woman. However, when he arrives to the scene, an alleyway only blocks from Angel Investigations, he found only three piles of dust and a blackened scorch mark on the cracked pavement, no Gloria in sight.

Intrigued by the mysterious woman who took down three vampires alone, Angel noticed a security camera near the scene and, with the help of Detective Kate Lockley, was able to get a copy of the tape. However, it offered little assistance. All it showed was the vampires pouncing h on Gloria, then a blinding flash of light, then all the remained was ash, not a living (or unliving) thing in the frame.

Cordelia was able to recognize the uniform, and the waitress from the video and Angel made the shirt trip across the street to the diner to question Gloria. Gloria feigned ignorance, pretending she had no knowledge of such an encounter. She was able to convince him to take the interrogation outside, where she distracted him by setting his jacket on fire before escaping.

Angel once again used his connection to Kate to find out more about Gloria. He learned of the nature of her father’s death, and recognized his name. He once again confronted Gloria, disconcerting her by mentioning her father. She surrendered and came clean. She told him about her being a witch and what really happened to her father.

It seemed that Gloria and the members of Angel Investigations had gone their seperate ways. Or not. Only a few days later, Gloria showed up at the headquarters and told Angel he owed her a job, as all his confronting had gotten her fired for skipping out on shifts. He complied, acknowledging that it would be good to have a witch in the team.

~ Career & Abilities ~

Job: Witch-in-Residence and Self-Proclaimed Fashion Expert at Angel Investigations

Abilities:

Magic

Potionmaking

~ Personality ~

Personality: At first glance, Gloria comes as your typical LA party girl; careless, a little bit dumb and fickle. However, her external shell conceals a fiercely protective and observant woman within. Gloria excels at reading others, picking out details that anyone else would miss. Gloria rarely bothers with pre-conceived notions and prefers to see things for herself rather than listen to secondhand accounts. She is very compassionate and the more gruesome or cruel cases can take a toll her her mentally. Gloria is extremely stubborn and never backs down.

Likes: Fashion, bright colour, magic, gardening, jewelry, any kind of novel, dahlias, floral perfumes

Dislikes: Dull things, monotony, ugly clothes, gum, flying bugs, rodents of any kind, meat, geography

Hobbies: Magic, reading, fashion design, styling

~ Relationships ~

Best Friend: Cordelia Chase

Friends:

Angel

Winifred Burkle

Wesley Wyndham-Pryce

Charles Gunn

Allen Doyle

Love Interest(s):

Lindsey McDonald

Maybe it was Gloria’s nature that made her fall for Lindsey McDonald, maybe it was just plain bad luck. When Lindsey came to Angel Investigations to save the lives of three young Seers, Gloria was the first to trust his offer of allyship. She was most hurt by his ultimate choice to return to Wolfram & Hart. As time passed, Gloria’s feelings for Lindsey ebbed and flowed, unable to get the closure she needed to close the door. However, eventually all things end, and Gloria’s feelings for Lindsey ended when she knew his affections had turned to Darla.

Faith Lehane

Perhaps the only one in Angel Investigations without a history with Faith Lehane, Gloria saw much of herself in Faith. Maybe that’s why she visited her in prison, and why she kept coming back. Even behind the plexiglass, Faith was easy to fall for, and fall Gloria did.

~ Misc & Notes ~

Gloria is on an unrelenting quest to make Angel wear more colour, and never passes up an opportunity to gift him a new and brightly coloured item of clothing.

Across her time in LA, Gloria has developed a talented eye for finding gems within rows of frilled blouses and fringe-ridden jackets at the thrift stores.

She excels at making coffee, a skill learned for her stint at the diner. She’s the only one at Angel Investigations who makes a decent cup.

She enjoys sewing and makes or tailors a lot of her own clothes.

She’s fluent in Latin, as well as able to speak a few common demon languages, which she learned from her father.

Gloria and Cordelia are roommates.

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Meredith Gibson - Stranger Things OC

~ General ~

Full Name: Meredith Adeline Gibson

Nicknames: Mer (By friends)

Born: October 3rd, 1968

Residence: Hawkins, Indiana

~ Physical Appearance~

Hair Colour: Brown

Eye Colour: Brown

Skin Tone: Tan

Height: 5’7

Body Type: Ectomorph

Misc: a detailed cross necklace, green stains from cheap jewelry, bitten lips, chipped nail polish

Faceclaim: Emily Rudd

~ Background ~

Hometown: Hawkins, Indiana

Meredith hasn’t always been resigned to staying in Hawkins. When she was little, she would glue herself to the TV and watch nature documentaries and dream about exploring the tops of Mount Everest or the Rainforests of the Amazon or even space. But, reality has a way of dragging dreamers down, and by 12, she had resigned herself to trudging through life, trapped in Hawkins until her death.

~ SOMETHING ~

~ Family ~

Father: Adam Gibson

Adam Gibson was a good man. He loved Kathleen, even when he hated her, he worked hard for his family, and he was kind. Adam was a good son. In high school, he attended church every Sunday, was the captain of the swim team, and dated a girl his parents approved of who attended their church, Kathleen Booker. After a night of teenage rebellion, Kathleen got pregnant at just 16. Incensed, Kathleen’s parents, the reverend and his fervently religious wife, kicked her out. Adam’s family was only slightly less coldhearted, giving them was would have been Adam’s college fund to buy a trailer in the Trailer Park. Adam dropped out to work full time in construction. Kathleen also dropped out soon after to work. After Meredith’s birth, Kathleen struggled with post partum depression, and was fired from her job. Adam started working overtime to support them at his construction job. As his hours grew longer he became more and more exhausted, until one day he suffered an accident while working and died, leaving Kathleen and Meredith alone.

Mother: Kathleen Gibson

Following her husband’s death, Kathleen was forced to reenter the workforce. Her depression only grew worse and she started drinking. She was fired from various jobs, and was only able to keep afloat by the payments Adam’s family sent her and Meredith regularly. However, when Meredith was 12, her paternal grandparents passed sway in short succession, leaving them utterly and completely alone. As years passed, Kathleen’s substance abuse only grew more severe, and Meredith often took up babysitting or odd jobs around the town to contribute to the household. When Meredith was 14, She returned home from work to find her mother dead on the floor of an overdose.

Grandparents: Martin and Dorothy Booker

After her mother’s death, Meredith was sent to live with her estranged grandparents. However, the arrangement was anything but peaceful. Long since having given up on any beliefs of a higher power, Meredith frequently clashed with her heavily religious Reverend grandfather and Sunday School teaching grandmother. As well, their strict rules, curfew and mandatory prayer and churchgoing chafed her independent personality. The tumultuous household simmered slowly, until October 1983. Three days before Halloween, Meredith got in a screaming match with her grandmother which ended with her grandfather intervening and slapping her, she slapped him right back. Well, that didn’t go over well, and in a similar sight as one 15 years before, Meredith was summarily kicked to the curb and told not to come back.

~ Personality & Traits ~

Personality: Described by most as a prickly, rude individual, Meredith exudes an air of irritation. Defensive, cynical and even mean, Meredith is reluctant to let people in past her walls. Despite her closed off nature, Meredith places great trust and care in those she trusts. Her love is hard won but loyal and nearly unbreakable. Meredith is a loner, and prefers to spend most of her time alone. She rarely shows her emotions, and reacts in anger when people catch a glimpse. Meredith struggles to relax and let her guard down. She often ‘tests’ people to see their reactions and if they are trustworthy.

Priorities: Her friends safety as well as her own

Strengths: Tough, strong, quick thinker

Weaknesses: Often pushes people away, holds grudges, can be mean

Fatal Flaw: Her distrust of others

Likes: rolling her own cigarettes, cold pizza, milk chocolate, silver jewelry, horror movies, horror novels (especially Steven King), pop rocks

Dislikes: Blood, liars, peanut butter, cola gummies, dogs, cheesy music and movies, beer, store bought cigarettes

Hobbies: Reading, photography, smoking, watching movies, sleeping, fixing cars

~ Relationships ~

Love Interests:

Jonathan Byers

Jonathan Byers and Meredith Gibson met in freshmen year Photography class. She was a dirty trailer park slut, he was a weird perverted freak, can I make it any more obvious? They were fast allies, and slow friends. When Meredith called him, asking if she could stay at the Byers’ for a few days or weeks while she figured things out, he said yes. Two weeks later, Will Byers went missing, and Meredith found herself diving headfirst into literally another world. While horrifying monsters ate scientists faces off, it’s surprisingly easy to for wires to get crossed and friendships to turn into relationships. Jonathan and Meredith dated for a few months, but neither’s hesrt was really in it. Jonathan loved Nancy, and Meredith just wasn’t in love with him.

Steve Harrington

Always a staunch hater of King Steve “The Hair” Harrington, Meredith was fully prepared to wield her hatchet against him if it came down to it. Or even if it didn’t. But, it’s surprisingly easy to fall for someone when they save your life a few times, and give a very charming apology. By New Year’s 1985, Meredith was a goner, and so was Steve. What can I say? He’s always had a thing for smart brunettes who wield weapons. When you mix teenagers in love with alcohol and a New Year’s Eve party, you get a pretty goddamn cinematic kiss. And Meredith’s never been one for bashfulness, so things came easily from then.

Best Friend(s):

Robin Buckley

Friends:

Nancy Wheeler

Dustin Henderson

Max Mayfield

Lucas Sinclair

Will Byers

Mike Wheeler

Enemies:

Billy Hargrove

Carol Perkins

Tommy Hagan

~ Misc and Notes ~

Meredith lives in a shoebox apartment a block away from the auto-mechanic shop she works at. It has leaky windows, stairs so narrow you can barely fit more than one person up at a time, and a neighbour who seems to delight in having unrealistically loud sex at 6 in the morning.

Mer has semi-adopted a stray cat who comes by her apartment, she calls him Mister and feeds him. He comes and goes from her apartment.

Growing up, Meredith was often bullied for her cheap, secondhand clothing.

She used one of her first pay checks to buy herself a camera.

She likes cold pizza more than hot pizza and often has a box she eats out of for a couple days at a time.

She graduated high school a year early by condensing her junior and senior years into one.

When Adam died, her mother bought a gun incase of intruders. When Meredith was 12, Kathleen tried to shoot her while on a bender, thinking she was an intruder. Meredith buried the gun in the backyard when her mom passed out.

She found her record player in a dumpster behind her apartment and fixed it up with Steve’s help.

{remade her! i just wasn’t very happen with the look of my old one lol and i’m loving this new format haha}

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“There was something about you that now I can’t remember/It’s the same damn thing that made my heart surrender/And I’ll miss you on a train/I’ll miss you in the morning/I never know what to think about/I think about you”

Leonora & Theodore

“I died with him. I am an immortal ghost. All I wish for is death, and you won’t let me die.”

“And I lie to her/And say that I’m doing fine/When really I’d kill myself/To hold you one more time/And it hurts to miss you/But it’s worse to know/That I’m the reason/You won’t come home”

Leonora Elliot & Theodore Vignes de Garmeaux - About You by The 1975 & A House in Nebraska by Ethel Cain

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“Tell me that I’m wrong/I don’t love you, I just love the bomb/ I let it burn, but it just had to be done/And I’m in ruins,but is it what I wanted all along?”

Leonora & Armand

“I’ve looked at love from both sides now/From give and take, and still somehow/It’s love’s illusions, I recall/I really don’t know love, I really don’t know love at all/Tears and fears and feeling proud/To say “I love you” right out loud/Dreams and screams and circus crowds/I’ve looked at love that way”

Leonora Elliot & Armand - The Bomb by Florence + The Machine & Both Sides Now by Joni Mitchell