𝙁𝙍𝙕𝙀𝙉𝙁𝙀𝘼𝙍 : writing blog featuring my own original lore and fictional town and muses. private, heavily so. low activity. be respectful. this blog is horror based, it features uncomfortable subjects. curate your space. im over 25, be over 21 if you're gonna try and interact.
the primary muse on this blog and the main character, is my oc John Wyatt Evans Jr. NPCs are going to be listed and available, but they are request only.
brief about and bullet points below cut
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rules: don't be a dick. don't be a bad person ( racists, phobics, etc). i am ANTI AI. i prefer plotting but memes work too. im here to have fun, no drama. basics apply. no smut unless we're friend or have plotted heavily. activity level: borderline no pulse (super low).
affiliated w/ : @videsnoir / @abhorments & @vaultfreed
𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : 𝚆𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚙. 𝟽𝟺𝟻
Located far north west of Anchorage, nestled between the Denali national park reserve and Lake Minchumina is where you'll find it. A humble town by nature, where some go to forget the rest of the world and enjoy solitude.
Small in size, it is provided for by one of the few farms that raise cattle and reindeer. Its secluded from most besides its former neighboring town, Jarren's Outpost. Abandoned in 1894, there sits a tall tale told by the locals that the families that resided there vanished. All 1000 of them. Gone with nothing left behind and not a clue where to find them.
𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙍𝙔 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙍𝙔 ; 𝘼𝙇𝙒𝘼𝙔𝙎 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙍𝙔 : The Evans
The Evan's run one of the two cattle ranches that exist in Wickham, AK. One of the original homesteads established in Wickham's start, the ranch itself is 6 generations deep. The former patriarch of the Evan's family recently passed leaving his youngest son John Wyatt Jr. in charge.
Its always been understood, that they provide for the town. Not just the town if we're being honest, but the woods surrounding the town as well. A pact made ages ago with an unnamed force, to keep the people safe and give fortune to those who choose to make a life in Wickham.
But after JW's father passed suddenly, within three years the people of Wickham are being haunted, hunted, and herded toward a deeper and darker future. It feels like there isn't enough time on the clock for JW to figure out just how to fix this, or if he even can.
NAME: john wyatt evans jr AGE: early thirties - early forties. NICKNAMES: Johnny, JW, Junior, Jay, Evans.. BIRTHDATE: march 15th, _. SPECIES: human / VD . GENDER: CIS-male. SEXUALITY: heterosexual. STATUS: single / VD. BIRTHPLACE: Wickham AK. RESIDENCE: Wickham AK. OCCUPATION: handyman, cattle rancher, homesteader / VD.
HEIGHT: 6’3". WEIGHT: 200lbs. BODY TYPE: healthily (exceptional), toned arms and legs from working everyday.. SKIN TONE: fair, sun kissed. HAIR STYLE: short and clean cut. HAIR COLOR. Dark brown. EYE COLOR: brown. SCARS: a few from childhood, and work accidents. MODIFICATIONS: none. FACECLAIM: josh hartnett, but faceless otherwise
BIRTHSTONE: aquamarine. SUN SIGN: pisces. MENTAL: seasonal depression, general anxiety. ALIGNMENT: lawful neutral. AESTHETIC: i have my fathers eyes, i never should have survived the woods, etc..
PERSONALITY: Loyal, Impatient, Hard working. Withdrawn, apathetic, coarse.
FATHER: john luke evans ✞. MOTHER: Sofia June Evans nee Masters. ELDEST SISTER: nadine leah evans-nanuq. 2ND SISTER: heather ray evans. THE ELDER BROTHER: matthew dean evans. LITTLE SISTER: angela sidgie evans. PETS: Sugar ( a great pyrenees ).
REQUESTABLE NPCS:
Miles Lloyd Baker ; Age: Early thirties - early forties, Species: Human / VD, Gender: CIS-male, Sexuality: Heterosexual, Status: Single/ VD, Birthplace: Hulett, WY, Residence, Wickham, AK / VD, Occupation: jack of all trades, flies the supply planes to and from Wickham, works at a boating company, helps out at the Evan's ranch, VD. FC: Shawn Hatosy.
*Connection to John: They were roommates back in college when they both attended UAF, became friends and eventually something similar to brothers. They go their separate ways after graduation before Miles turns up in Wickham after John's father passes, making a point to stick around doing the odd job here or there.
Angela Sidgie Evans ; Age: mid twenties - early thirties, Species: Human / VD, Gender: CIS-female, Sexuality: Bisexual, Status: Single / VD, Birthplace: Wickham, AK, Residence: Wickham, AK, Occupation: Mail depot, but occasionally works odd shifts at the local diner / VD. FC: Katie Douglas
*Connection to John: His little sister and a responsibility that keeps him on his toes and moderately sane. Being the youngest wasn't easy, but she had John -- still has John (for now) by her side. They both look after their mother, after the ranch, after each other.
FANDOMLESS, ORIGINAL LORE, MULTIVERSE. MUN IS NOT PRO-WAR; THIS CHARACTER IS MEANT TO HIGHLIGHT THE COMPLEX PSYCHOLOGICAL EFFECTS OF WARFARE ON THE HUMAN PSYCHE, INCLUDING THE AFTERMATH, THE TRAUMA, AND THE SPIRITUAL RUPTURE OF VIOLENCE FORCIBLY TETHERED TO THE STRUCTURE OF DNA AND A WOMAN'S ENDURANCE. ALSO MEANT TO DRAW THE CURTAIN BACK ON THE TREATMENT OF WOMEN AND MINORITIES WITHIN THE ARMED FORCES, WHETHER DOMESTIC OR INTERNATIONAL. ALL HER LORE IS FICTIONAL AND FUNCTIONAL.
MAIN VERSE + FAR CRY 5, SOUTHERN GOTHIC, PNW GOTHIC & FALLOUT.
learn an oc's universe. you can love a character made by someone, but love the time and effort they've put into the life around that character. there's more to them than their face, name, sexuality, and occupation. they have family. they have friends. they have dreams and aspirations, flaws and interests, likes and dislikes. learn them, know them, appreciate them. respect the time your partners have put into their original characters. ♥
I address infinite and earnest praise to the showerer of benefits, the cherisher of all, the white-complexioned; adore the consumer of sin, with prostrations; we glorify the illustrious name of Rudra. Firm with strong limbs, assuming many forms fierce, and tawny-colored, he shines with brilliant golden ornaments; vigour is inseparable from Rudra, the supreme ruler and lord of this world.
— Rig Veda 2.33.8-9
He blinks once, twice, three times before diverting his attention to the folder in front of him. He didn't get it; but he didn't get a lot of things. There are those that chase adrenaline like their lives depend on it, constantly scrambling to get that next fix for that perfect high – there are those that pursue a certain study their entire lives; so why was Morgan so hung up on digging her thin fingers into the gore and death that’d struck Wickham. An impassive expression lays itself over his face, smoothing the pinched brow he’d been sporting for the past few minutes. The frown he’d been wearing easing back into a neutral line, and the curiosity in his brain burns hotter. "What are you looking at me like that for?" Her voice breaks the thin barrier of silence and John can only offer her a shrug, voice low and trying its hardest to smother the aching questions pressing into the underside of his tongue.
“ No reason. “ His voice is a low husk as he sets the paperwork before him down, he’d had his bait of staring at the familiar faces he’d known mauled and mutilated. “ When are you heading out for the outpost?”
