fun fact: the deciding factor of federico cesari as the fc was that he was the only one in my final picks who didn’t look completely like wonderbread. and that’s only because he’s italian. and that’s only because i’m wired to marry an italian mafioso.
QUICK STATS !
FULL NAME: Donald Jacob Holly
NICKNAMES: Donny, Don, Little D, Donald Duck, Scrooge McDuck
DOB: March 10th, 1967
ZODIAC BIG THREE: Pisces sun, Capricorn moon, Cancer rising (?)
GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis man & he/him
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Home of sexual (here to support the actor’s sexuality!)
EDUCATION: High-school diploma
ENNEAGRAM: 6w7 (?)
MBTI: INFJ
TEMPERAMENT: Phlegmatic
MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good
JOB: N/A
MAJOR: Hospitality
BACKSTORY !
so a backstory backstory will come when T and i get the chance to discuss their family/dynamic more in-depth, but this is what i wrote in the intro i sent to em! i’ll update/elaborate on things when we get to talk more !
The word ‘need’ never existed in Donny Holly’s life. A human needs food? He has food. A human needs shelter? He has shelter. A human needs companionship? He had companionship, however screwed it could be at times. But the word ‘want’ was ever-present. A human wants love? He wanted love. A human wants warmth? He wanted warmth. A human wants to be treated with respect? He wanted to be treated with respect.
Everything Donny wanted, his brother seemed to get by the simple virtue of being the twin synonymous with the Holly name. Ten months made all the difference, and Donny felt that sting throughout his childhood. Every scowl David shot to his brother, every sneer, every snide remark… As a kid, he wished he could be the one hearing those. He wished he could be the one who had attention.
Instead, he was stuck in a shadow. Even his brother’s friends were his friends. And it should not have been met with bitterness, this much he knew, but having… five friends to his brother’s fourteen, some of whom blurred the lines and were present as, first and foremost, Danny’s friend…
It took years of careful observation. It took years of overhearing meetings, of reading between the lines, of actually listening. It took years of looking past his own second place medal to realize that, perhaps, it was for the better.
Danny may have made Donny’s life a living Hell in high-school, but Donny couldn’t bring himself to harbor any hatred towards the other. No Cain and Abel. Feeling a kinship with him was far, far away. Feeling like he was actually his brother was far, far away. Feeling like he was what he was supposed to be was far, far away.
But he could recognize pain when he saw it. The weight that was placed upon Danny’s shoulders, the stone that he lugged around, the chain around his neck… Donny would never know that. He would never know the scowls and sneers and snide remarks of their parents. He would know cruel indifference. Which was worse? Far too subjective. But, at the very least, Donny had no expectations to live up to.
Sheer proximity forced him into ‘the Gang.’ Even when Danny was at his worst – both towards Donny and those in his social circle – they were blended in with the crew that Lux Lewis glued together. And how did Lux feel about him? ‘Meh,’ probably. How did the majority of ‘the Gang’ feel about him? Well… he’s Danny’s little brother, right? But how did the majority of ‘the Gang’ feel about Danny? …To the majority of the crew, Donny could, at the very least, be ‘The Good Holly.’
A part of him wanted to make excuses for Danny’s behavior… but, as he marched towards college, he realized: yes, things can suck for Danny, but he’s still in charge of his own actions. It changed the game… as did recognizing how hard it must have been… as did feeling inferior…
There was nothing to do but accept that he would never understand Danny… and that, maybe, just maybe, that was alright. All that mattered was that he could be his own person. That he could distinguish himself apart from his brother. That he did not look at himself in the mirror and think ‘the other Holly.’ So much of his life had been spent that way, how much time did he have left?
Free to choose his major in college – free to not sign up for something that would help H.A.H. – of all possibilities, his knee-jerk reaction was ‘Hospitality.’ He could create inviting experiences for those who were in need of one, right?
Whether or not it will stick is anyone’s guess. No college student knows what they want to do, much less an eighteen-year-old college student. But it seemed logical, in a way. Something that was useful, but didn’t just rely on H.A.H. Something that relied on both the brain and the heart. Something that relied on ensuring goodness.
It isn’t the perfect ending, Donny knows that. And maybe he’ll never have the perfect ending. Maybe he’ll never be able to wrap his life up in a bow, happy and perfect and him. Maybe he’ll always be the second choice, just an extension of the other Holly twin. Maybe he’ll always want to make excuses for the other twin, or maybe he’ll always feel a chill. Maybe he would be okay.
HEADCANONS !
Does this all the time.
Same with this.
Really loves the Redwoods. For obvious reasons, it’s not like he can spend all his time there, but they’re so lovely and peaceful... Would love to work there when he’s old enough !
Entered ‘Hospitality’ as a knee-jerk reaction. In a way, he can see himself managing things like hotels. In another way, he wants another thing that separated himself from Danny. In another way, it’s a foreign concept.
Fluent in English, Spanish, French, Italian, and ASL. Learning Greek, Russian, Mandarin, and Swahili.
Comfortable with his sexuality, but only when he’s holding the cards close to his chest. He’s accepted who he is on that front, but he isn’t quite ready to share it with the whole world.
Off of that... would watch any movie recommended to him by Zev.
Should be as Italian as his FC because he can cook some mean Italian dishes! Same for other dishes... he’s a very skilled cook... but as someone who is convinced she will marry a mafia man one day, the only thing that’s important here is his Italian food.
Absolute malewife.
More to come !
WANTED CONNECTIONS !
Ideas to come when it’s not 3:43AM !















