HEADLIGHTS

LIKE A DEER IN THE —

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MARIJOY BACALSO-COUGHLAN — intro. study. visuals. wanted. MONTAGUE "MONTY" SIMMONS — intro. study. visuals. wanted. CARNELIAN ST. GERMAIN — intro. study. visuals. wanted.

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OPEN STARTER ft. lennon @ the rusty rail, anytime after sunset.

" people here do that a lot. " clipped words, attention tending to his breakfast for dinner more so than the one whom he had spoken to, despite approaching them to begin with. moments flew by, the one-two gulp of that late night orange juice — it wasn't his intention to be so cryptic, it never was, truly. just a tired man with a short attention span, especially with the scent of pancakes wafting through the air, is all. " stare, i mean. you notice that, too ? folks 'round here don't seem to give a shit 'bout looking directly at you — full eye contact 'n all. that shit'll get you knocked out in other places. "

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"oh,  i  don't  mind  any."  it's  a  wide  grin,  almost  overbearing;  her  limbs  are  folding  over  one  another  as  joy  coops  up  in  the  corner  of  the  booth,  charm  bracelet  clinking  together  every  time  they  reach  over  to  cut  into  their  own  pancakes.  there's  two  strawberries,  a  whipped  cream  smile.  the  strawberries  look  more  like  nipples.  joy  kind  of  likes  it  about  the  pancake  -  face,  it's  like;  yeah,  life  is  tits.  in  a  beautiful  way.  she  pokes  through  one  of  the  strawberries  with  her  fork  and  pops  it  into  her  mouth,  continuing  to  speak.  "well,  yeah,  of  course  i  notice.  i'm  always  stared  at,  like,  i'm  like  -  a  mirror,  or  something.  pondering  their  reflections."  that's  not  why;  her  family  is  as notorious  as  it  comes  for  unattainable  dreams  and  a  certain  kind  of  madness.  joy  didn't  inherit  the  madness;  at  least,  she  tells  herself  that  much.  "in  those other  places,  you  might  as  well  be  stuck  looking  at  the  ground.  i  like  that  people  stare here,  at  least.  i  can  see  their  eyes  -  and  those  are  like,  the  windows  to  the  soul,  aren't  they?  i  can  see  just  how  full  of  life  they  are."  or  empty  of  it.  thanks  dad.  "i  just  stare  back,  sometimes.  all  big  -  eyed  and  stuff,  like  this  -"  joy's  stare  widens,  all  expansive;  staring  right  into  lennon's  with  the  intensity  of  an  eclipsed  sun.

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⤑ maris racal, 27, demi woman, she/they 𓇢𓆸 it’s a wonder that marijoy bacalso - coughlan has lasted so long. they always seem to disappear into those woods with her family, and they look real rough and tumble when they get back. if you ask me, they seem pretty wily and garrulous for a banshee, but they earn their reputation as intrepid and mirthful. but hey, what do i know? they’ve only been here for twenty years. if you need to get in touch, you can probably find them as a horoscope columnist at the blackwater harbinger.

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full name — marijoy bacalso - coughlan.

nickname(s) — mari; joy; ms. fortuna ( her alias in the blackwater harbinger ).

place of birth — kibawe, philippines.

date of birth & age — august 31st, 1997. twenty7.

gender / pronouns — demi woman, she / they.

orientation — bisexual.

occupation — horoscope columnist at the blackwater harbinger, hunter, letterboxd romcom reviewer, lover.

astrology — virgo sun, leo moon, aries rising.

kind of being — banshee.

abilities — sensing impending danger & death, an uncontrollable scream, prophetic dreams, heightened intuition & empathy.

residence — if a mcmansion and a cottage had a lovechild of overgrown weeds and TRESPASSERS WILL BE SHOT signs; beloved rocky knoll, the only home remembered.

interests — knitting & crocheting blankets and sweaters and cup cozies. glitter, sparkles, rhinestones, sequins; the like. diy projects, improving things with their bare hands. hunting; the archery range at renaissance festivals. bright, overwhelming colors and patterns. maximalism. romance novels and pop music. staying active. small animals. playing matchmaker, loving herself; love as a concept. mood rings and candy necklaces. cloud - gazing, bird watching. funky textures. fresh fruit, especially mango. making fun little cocktails. going on first dates. journaling. expressing herself. dancing, of all kinds. flavored lip balms, gourmand perfumes. pigs. matching with her siblings. surrealism.

aversions — losing competitions. unhelpful negativity, unnecessary cruelty. negative self - talk. when storms roll in one after another and it feels like she'll never see the sun again. not using sunscreen. being alone for a long period of time. being content with what she has. the idea of being buried alive. microtrends and fleeting aesthetics; not knowing oneself. feeling judged, or like she has to change for someone else. heartbreak! sad endings! movies that are all shock value and no substance. being undermined and undervalued because of her femininity.

quirks — consistently trying to set up her friends with people they think they'd be good with. knows every tiktok dance like muscle memory. sings in the car, in the shower, when getting ready, etc. bedazzles her tools and weapons because they can be functional and fashionable. uses reusable grocery bags only. collects a tote bag whenever possible; further customizes them. knits for her friends and family. also writes fanfiction of them.

most played — motivation by normani.

notable features — dark eyes filled with nothing but warmth and plump, rosy cheeks. a beauty mark at the corner of her lips. a new, lovingly knitted sweater each day. hair filled with butterfly clips and charms.

general disposition — dizzyingly bright; pep to every step. energy that cannot be contained and must be let out, like a shaken coke bottle.

character study — mabel pines ( gravity falls ) & elle woods ( legally blonde ).

background.

tldr; an uncontrollable banshee baby's cries lead to abandonment and then adoption by a man plagued by grief and vengeance. one of seven lucky ( or unlucky, depending on the person ) children to be adopted by him; raised to hone their supernatural abilities in ways that'll only benefit others. of course it's dysfunctional. killing the riverman is your dream, dad. soft at heart, refuses to let death become her undoing.

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joy has unfortunately never learned how to shut her mouth. chronically talkative, and always finding new things to yap about. was born screaming, and she'll continue yelling if she can help it. if allowed, she'll ramble for hours on end without stop.

aside from her skills as a hunter, joy loves art and any creative pursuit. is especially fond of 3d art and multimedia, combining mediums. a big fan of textures and colors. loves keeping busy and having hobbies that don't include another person's vengeance. the best at homemade gifts; loves giving and receiving.

as is normal in any family; joy is incredibly adept at wilderness survival because of the numerous times she's been left in the woods to fend for herself ( alongside her siblings on occasion ). knows a lot of incredibly useless facts, and incredibly helpful skills involving starting a fire, netting food in trees, handmade compasses, the lot.

marijoy is obsessed with the concept of love; has always dreamed of having a big romance, of sweeping someone off of their feet ( they're always the one doing the sweeping, not the other ). is constantly harboring crushes, no matter how childish it feels. has thousands of hearts with her initials combined with others; journals of love stories.

in addition to that, joy has the terrible habit of trying to matchmake all of her single friends. it's her own personal life mission. often jokes she should've been a love advice columnist, but she loves the sometimes ominous, sometimes pointed messages she can leave people each week.

a girl's girl, first and foremost. her friends always come first, and she's not afraid to betray any of her siblings in the name of girl code ( although it'd be a hard decision ). really, truly values her friendships. can't say she has an enemy, really ( though she's sure people dislike her, even if just by association ). would literally kill for the people she loves.

being a banshee doesn't come without disadvantages, though; the weight of constantly meeting death can weight heavy on her, even if she's technically used to it. she often contemplates life on a grander scale, what her purpose is - what it means to be a banshee. has a lot of self - doubt that she'll never admit to.

overall tries to be optimistic and there for people, even if she doesn't particularly like them. believes strongly in second chances, and fated encounters. she's confident, and enthusiastic, and endlessly energetic. a big ball of energy that's probably capable of supplying the town with endless power.

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⤑ martin sensmeier, 38, cis man, he/him 𓇢𓆸 here they come, one of blackwater’s finest— montague "monty" simmons. everyone thinks they're so altruistic and stalwart, but i know that they’re really intransigent and doleful. whatever the case, it seems like weird stuff happens wherever they go, ever since they got here five months ago, especially at their job as a worker ( odds & ends ) at coyote creek campground.

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full name — montague simmons.

nickname(s) — monty; tag; simmons. will respond to any name if said with enough conviction.

place of birth — anchorage, alaska.

date of birth & age — september 23rd, 1986. thirty8.

gender / pronouns — cis man, he / him.

orientation — bisexual.

occupation — odds & ends worker at coyote creek campground; general handyman; hunter ( of the regular kind ).

astrology — libra sun, gemini moon, capricorn rising.

kind of being — angel.

abilities — healing, sedation, dream - walking, heightened senses; a slight sense of danger.

residence — a relatively well - kept mobile home in cricket hill. small but cozy; easy to tell that he doesn't spend a lot of time home. bed is always made; the faint smell of bacon in the morning.

interests — wildlife preservation. fishing, ethical hunting. cooking meals that don't necessarily taste great but are sustainable for his body. yardwork. giving a helping hand whenever able. minimalism. black coffee. diet coke. pretending like he doesn't listen to lana del rey. cowboy hats. plaid shirts; plaid in general. standing out in the sun like a plant gaining photosynthesis. goes crazy for a sprinkler honestly; get this man to a water park. minding his own business when it comes to matters of the heart. mechanical bull riding ( he's really good at it ).

aversions — cooking for others. spending too much time indoors. the riverman, fuck that guy. giving advice; why are you looking at him? too much attention on himself. people who quote shakespeare at him; he doesn't get it. he wasn't a big english literature guy. real bull - riding; got concussed real bad once before. love, maybe; no he's not bitter. shut up. people who pry too much into his personal life and try to "help". people who offer their help to him to begin with; he can do it all on his own. being told he's too stubborn ( it's true ).

quirks — wears exclusively boots but once he wore sandals and it was a whole issue. keeps socks on his feet at all times now. practices lassoing when nobody is looking. presses flowers in an old journal of his and accompanies them with small poems. refuses to sing at karaoke but 5 shots later and he's blasting that shit. he's climbing on tables. listens exclusively to "sad old man" music; whatever that means.

most played — elderly woman behind the counter in a small town by pearl jam.

notable features — stubble that sometimes turns into facial hair that everyone yells at them to shave back down. overall strong features, including a sharp jawline and thick brows. he thought the goatee looked good. apparently not.

general disposition — built tall and built strong; confidence in the muscle gained from farm work. complimented with a smile just short of shy.

character study — ben hargreeves ( the umbrella academy ) & bob belcher ( bob's burgers ).

background.

tldr; never one to stay in one place for very long, monty goes where he feels he's needed. a habitual helping hand. not quick to fall in love, but falls hard once he does. if only things could've lasted. moved down to blackwater to accompany his friends, offer his skills. an angel can only do so much with what they do not know. was once a lover; now their soul's gone, taken by the riverman for reasons monty cannot fathom.

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to be discovered.

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⤑ keith powers, 29, agender, they/them 𓇢𓆸 my my, if it isn't carnelian st. germain, my favorite witch in town. you know, though people say they can be rather overwrought and quixotic, i know they’re really effulgent and sedulous. but hey, what do i know? i’ve only known them for their entire life. if you need to get in touch, you can probably find them at their work as a manager & waiter at the rusty rail.

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full name — carnelian laramie st. germain.

nickname(s) — carn; neil ( if you hate carn and want them to di– ); lars ( steven universe tease, only if you hate carn and want them to di– twice over ); laramoo ( mothers, affectionately; siblings, maliciously ); red.

place of birth — blackwater, colorado.

date of birth & age — june 30th, 1995, twenty9.

gender / pronouns — agender, they / them.

orientation — queer.

occupation — manager & waiter at the rusty rail, astrology bullshitter, tarot reader, amateur wizard ( virginal or not left to be seen, life school in wizards101 ), proud band member.

astrology — cancer sun, leo moon, libra ascending.

kind of being — witch.

abilities — spell - casting and potion brewing; communication with nature, minor healing. illusions and lunar - cycle based magic.

residence — a historical apartment in blue spruce commons; all creaking floorboards and rusted door hinges. used mostly to entertain and sleep. the ancient st. germain home in oldstone bend, time more often spent with family than on their own.

interests — punk and any variation of it, especially ska. any instrument involving blowing, strumming, or any variation of fondling. reading the daily horoscopes; shuffling tarot cards and pretending their word is law ( sometimes it is ). smoking in any capacity. crying during 80's power ballads. their family. the stars and all their constellations; moonlight. charging their crystals. landslide parties. camping, but only in groups of five. thrifting. hand - sewn clothing. cooking for others. curating mixtapes and playlists. native plants and animals to blackwater. underground raves. getting lost inside the woods. dungeons and dragons.

aversions — riding their bike into ditches and creeks for the 5th time that week. the come down after a particularly nice high. the color greige because it's fake and shouldn't exist. invasive species. the time they almost drowned in aforementioned creek. industry plants; both nuclear and hollywood. calling modern fans of punk "posers"; elitism. snobbery. their never - ending spiral of thoughts. seafood because they're too in land for it to be fresh ( usually ). not being listened to; their concerns being turned into mockery. thrill seeker behavior because they are not trying to die while white water rafting.

quirks — constantly drums their fingers against any surface present; whether it's a table or their own thigh. uses hand gestures often. bleaches their hair, lathers it in oil, then dyes it every week in a vicious cycle of damaged hair. accidentally ate selenite once; it wasn't a great time. cycles around instead of drives because it's better for the planet. curates playlists for every situation; including breakups. will send it to the person they're meant for.

most played — sound system by operation ivy.

notable features — more tattoos than bare skin; they seem to change everyday. charms sewn into every hemline, hanging from every piercing adorning nose and lip and brow.

general disposition — like they're about to shit themselves out of fear & excitement, maybe both. impossibly lanky for someone well - built.

character study — burton guster ( psych ) & seth cohen ( the o.c. ).

background.

the st. germains have lived in blackwater since the near - founding of the town; witchcraft born of the earth, their power was small but significant. once they made home in the mountains, the miner's luck increased; there were less animal attacks, better harvests. they've lived in the same house since the beginning; new sections built every year to accommodate their family's growth over the years.

somewhere in the 80's; their family grimoire - curated by their family for generations - was stolen by a rival family, an opposing coven. nothing more but a petty feud; the next generation of st. germains had to learn their magic from scratch.

anxiety; carnelian was born to that struggle, though their parents had made due with what was passed along via word and demonstration. their siblings - the lot of them - never seemed to struggle with their abilities. it came to them naturally, their specializations showing at a young age. carnelian was different; it wasn't so easy to them. their spells became laced with anxiety; tainted with it. things would go wrong; spell jars turning sour, fruit rotting off the trees.

while their magic was always weak - it strengthened considerably with the lunar cycle; the new moon was their enemy, but the full moon allowed them to channel it with relative ease. without the anxiety overpowering it. they began to practice in tandem with the moon, waning when it waned - waxing when it waxed. eventually, the stars begin to whisper down at them.

while their siblings are moving onto more ambitious things; ranging from recreating their family grimoire to getting it back from their rivals, to using their magic to help the community wherever they can - carnelian is talking to the stars. they guide their every decision; influence every magical decision. sometimes they feel like it's not the stars at all; but they push that feeling down. ignore it.

carnelian starts sleepwalking. it's subtle at first, waking up in different parts of the house. then outside. then across the street; then in the middle of the woods. each night it worsens until carnelian awakes atop a mountain, nothing but rocks beneath them.

they stop practicing magic after that; besides tarot cards and minor predictions, things that have no greater bearing - carnelian doesn't reach for the stars again. they want something from them - and they don't think it's something good.

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carnelian often feels like a magician more than anything else, reduced to cheap tricks and illusions to keep their magic at bay. anything else - and they overdo it, overwrought with anxiety. they're one of the weaker st. germains, and while it's never been a competition - there's that constant want to do more.

big on cleansing spells, good luck charms, crystals, the lot. their charms and trinkets are passed down, found from friends and lovers; hold weight to their meanings.

they will pick up any instrument handed to them with relative ease; has always been a natural musician, though they don't do much with the talent besides turn 80's synth pop classics into acoustic ballads. has cried during them before.

believes firmly in self medicating, prefers the feeling of melting into the backseat of a friend's van to the feeling of actually being present.

despite their friendliness and loyalty to their friends - carn is a natural skeptic. isn't quick to trust or believe others, but they're kind. always kind, always giving more of themselves than they should. the clothes off their own back kind of person.

carnelian is so nosy it's insane. purposefully seeks out information, if only just to hold it; doesn't spread rumors, or idly gossip - is a good secret keeper. they just like to know.

has a tendency to be self - righteous; thinks they know the best out of anyone, and can be a little arrogant in a way that isn't entirely annoying.

they're hopelessly idealistic, to the point where they're shit at advice. a big advocate of drop everything and follow your heart. they're indecisive themselves, often looking to their friends for guidance.

carnelian hates change, hates new things and new experiences. would prefer the same routine, the same life, over and over again. they don't cope well with loss, or shifts in their friendships.