Welcome to Coolsville, the best little small town in Ohio.
…except for right now, but that’s not really EDUARDO ‘EDDIE’ MARIANO [MICHAEL CIMINO] fault, is it? Known as the THE PEACE KEEPER around town, HE/HIM is just your friendly neighborhood WAITER. Sure, they can be an ESCAPIST and SECRETIVE, but they can also be CHILL and EMPATHETIC just like any other TWENTY-FIVE year old. That doesn’t mean they have anything to do with our string of recent chilling events, though… right? [ [x] pinterest + [x] playlist ]
BASICS
name: eduardo mariano
nickname(s): eddie
faceclaim: michael cimino
birth date: march 14th, 2000
zodiac: pisces
age: 25 years old
gender, pronouns: cis male, he/him
sexual orientation: homosexual, homie-romantic [demiromantic]
relationship status: single
occupation: fulltime server at cool cat & mechanic at the shop
residence: grandview mobile community coolsville, ohio
languages: english, spanish, italian and a bit of latin
reference characters: argyle [stranger things], travis birkenstock [clueless], jeff 'the dude' lebowski [the big lebowski]. alice kingsleigh [alice in wonderland], lucy penvensie [narnia], norville 'shaggy' rogers [scooby doo], luke skywalker [star wars eps 4-6]
BIOGRAPHY tw. emotional child abuse, homophobia, slight allusions to depression, drug use
it’s always been odd having a stepfather. well, not in the sense that his mother wasn’t allowed to remarry when she made it to ohio, but odd in the sense that he always got the idea that the man hadn’t liked him very much. even when he was nine years old, he could feel it. in the man’s eyes, he wasn’t his son and never would be. to adrian marino, little eddie wasn’t someone worth his time. another man’s seed. it wasn’t a surprise when his mother had his little brother and sister that he was easily pushed to the side. not by her, never her. to claudia, he would always be her baby boy. not enough to leave the man that didn’t love him…. but he never put hands on him. never raised a finger… so that was enough… right?
wasn’t it easier to simply allow life to flow the way it was meant to? at least, that’s what eddie started to think from a very young age. he had no interest in rocking the boat most days. no reason to try and make a man proud that never would be. so, it was a placid look he put on his face. like he was unbothered by everything that life tossed his way. easier than allowing the hurt to show on his face. with enough practice, it almost became true. with the help of a little herbal assistance, he could block it all out. let his mind float into spaces that he wasn’t who he was or where he was. free to be whatever he wished and however he wished.
to add onto the onion layers of his life, he had to, of course, be into something non-conventional. romantically and physically, that is. sure, he came off as a friendly neighborhood sponge, but the truth was, his eyes lingered on men more often than not. he preached love was love, his hazy eyes, seemingly, barely lingering from one form to another, but that wasn’t really his truth. it was the one fight between him and his stepfather that nearly came to blows. the reason he was out of the house moment the older man could toss him out. the one thing that actually challenged his mother’s love for him. since then, she has warmed up again, checking in on her cariño. but things were still different and eddie was sure they would always be.
of course, outside of the emotional baggage he hides behind easy smiles and herbal resin, eddie has a secret. he saw charlotte that night. while, he wouldn’t say they were best friends, they were friends in the way he was friends with nearly everyone. simple greetings and tranquil smiles whenever he served them food. easy peasy. for years he hasn’t let himself dig any deeper in life. only allowing himself to live through the motions with a hazy dreamlike quality that could only be his. but maybe this was different. dusk was putting a task force and maybe, for once, he was thinking about going deeper. HEAD CANONS
a multilingual king, eddie has the ability of speaking english, spanish and italian with a small dash of latin. the latter of the alive languages was never one he preferred to ever use but had been forced to learn by his stepfather. honestly, he didn’t really understand the hard on the man seemed to have outside of being italian but there he was, suffering as a kid because of it.
the guitar was, at first, a rebellious thing he decided on. something he thought might get someone’s attention. loud music, loud antics. but really, it ended up turning into some soft solace when he spent time by himself. strumming the various songs he was listening to with his headphones on, hoping to block out the world. he never really planned on joining a band or anything but, somehow, he found himself hanging with dusk and rosie. one thing led to another and suddenly he was playing his guitar with a group.
when his stepfather kicked him out, he didn’t have much to his name. at first, he had to couch surf with a new coworker or two before he finally could afford an old volkswagen van. for a good year or so, that was home. he had to work on it of course; it broke down from one minute to the next. which is what led him to having a second job at a mechanic shop. first it was for discounted parts and labor. eventually it turned into him working there whenever he wasn’t serving or practicing.
it took awhile for him to save up, but eventually he got himself a nice little mobile home at the park. something small and nearly falling apart, but it suited him. gave himself something to fix up once he had shaggy, his van, in good working condition. there are still things that need to be fixed but it’s got running water and electricity with some protection from the elements. good enough really.
his collection of records and tapes are a little atrocious, in the idea that he has way too many. any pawn shop or thrift shop isn’t safe from his hands when he is digging for a good find. it doesn’t really matter to him about them staying mint or anything like that. music is meant to be listened to and lived. anytime he partakes in his favorite herbal past time, he finds himself with his music playing and his guitar strumming to the sounds he has playing through his old 70’s speakers and players.
while eddie doesn’t hold anything against his little siblings, he doesn’t really take the time to see them often. it seemed they were easily influenced by a father that gave them everything they wanted. maybe he would have been too, in another life, a different universe. still, he can’t bring himself to hate them. so, instead he does what he always does. offers a nonchalant wave and smile. allowing them to decide if that day they wanted to acknowledge their connection or not. sure, their last names matched but hell if he would ever go out of his way to point it out.
CONNECTIONS
the missing girl. charlotte blackwood. {+/-}. they weren’t friends. mostly eddie just knew her by name and the few times they had run into each other whenever she had been around cool cat. still, he couldn’t say he had any bad memories of her either. until she disappeared. normally he just offered a small smile or a friendly conversation she ordered with him or walked by. but he didn’t that night. despite his silence, eddie is wracked with guilt over her disappearance. not in the sense that he was the reason she was gone, but in the sense that he saw her that night. taking out trass at the cat and he saw her but hasn’t told a soul. look, he knows how it would look. sure, he was a friendly guy and pretty damn chill but he wasn’t money. his family didn’t speak to him most of the time and he was one of the biggest stoners the police department ever had the pleasure of dealing with. he wasn’t interested in being a suspect, but honestly, his heart hurt. even the green couldn’t take that away.
the beauty. beatrice bracknell. {+/-}. tbp
the brains. darcy warren. {+/-}. tbp
the catalyst. nathaniel blackwood. {+/-}. tbp
the heir. {+/-}. tba
the insider. tobias avery. {+/-}. tbp
the leader. scott bishop. {+/-}. tbp
the loner. rosette espinoza. {+/-}. band mate - tbp
the enigma. dusk morgan. {+}. band mate at first, it was just a passing thing. a chill dude not judging and acidic queen. but their surface conversations, ones they seemed to be incredibly good at, surprisingly, led to something that he looked forward to. maybe the fact that he was also into music and would haunt the store she worked at from time to time on the hunt for new and weird things to listen to. or it could have been when eddie let slip that he liked to play the guitar. there and then, something sparked between them that led him to join the group she and others were putting together. the type of friends that were… friends lite ™. they listened to music and got along. good enough for him. that is… until charlotte went missing and for once in his life, he is spurred to do something more. might even give in and join the little group she was also in. to help… maybe..
the scout. tba. {+/-}. tbp
