[ ✱ ] is that melissa collazo ? no, that’s ivelisse alsina - ximénez, a twenty3 year old living in the mountainside who uses she / they pronouns. she currently works as a radio host at heartbeat station and has been in windsor bay for six months ( ex - local ). they love the music of nirvana, marlboro reds and a little adventure and the character she identifies with most is alabama worley from true romance.
full name : ivelisse alsina - ximénez . nickname(s) : ive ( pronounced ' eva ' ) . hometown : windsor bay, oregon . languages : spanish & english . gender : non - binary .
relationships.
orientation : bisexual . relationship status : it's complicated family members in play : none ! family members ( npcs ) : three half / full siblings ( future wcs ) !
every good love story ends by staring down the barrel of a loaded gun. ivelisse knew this — it was almost as though they searched for something fucked - up and poisoned so that they could live like those that came before her. how was she ever meant to settle into something comfortable, something safe, when they had never known such a life ? her beginnings were from a mother that was too distracted to ever truly care, a father that she never got to know, and sibling that had once been close but were now scattered across the country — maybe even the world — without as much as a phone number or an onward address to keep them tethered.
so can you blame her for leaving the moment she could, packing a bag and disappearing out of windsor bay with the sun at her back ? they were glad to be rid of the place, a town home to nothing but tired streets and bad memories. no matter how beautiful a place is objectively, when it’s a hometown the cracks are impossible to ignore. ivelisse knew every chip and scrape of the concrete, she knew every pothole as though it was a line on her own palm. the familiarity had suffocated them, and she had no choice but to leave with her belongings slung into a bag — a pair of steel - toe boots, headphones and a heavy heart.
it was on the thoroughfare out of town where he found her. a man riding a motorbike without a helmet that skidded to a halt beside them, asked where they were headed, and told ivelisse to get on board. she had been sixteen then — no more than a child — but a girl that had been forced to grow up on fast - forward. where else was she meant to go, if not with the stranger that stank of motor oil and grease ? she took his invitation. it was the biggest mistake she ever made, and their greatest regret.
for a month or so, it was perfect. nights under starlight, breaking into abandoned buildings to steal whatever could be of use. but then he got greedy, and ivelisse was too far gone to ever think of severing herself from the life she had found herself in. the robberies intensified, first little corner shops with old ladies behind the counters and then larger prey — gas stations and liquor stores. they were walking arm - in - arm as though they were king and queen, in the livery that came with unlimited and embezzled funds. dirty money that ivelisse can never wash her hands clean of.
the last stick - up was where their perfect fantasy came crumbling down. nobody had known that the cashier had a gun himself, and when the bang sounded ivelisse was sure she had been deafened by the noise. her ears continued ringing the entire time she was running — running towards the sunset, running away from him; looking down and realising that there was slick, dark blood over their palms. she never found out whether he survived, whether he died there on the concrete or if he was thrown in jail to never see the light of day again. all that they could worry about now was being free of the life they had fallen into, of a life that never should have been theirs.
windsor bay was the same way it had always been when ivelisse rode the bus into town six months ago. before that, she had drifted and stayed with friends on couches until she raised enough money to put a deposit down on a trailer in the heart of the mountainside. it isn’t much, but it’s hers — a space that is no wider than their wingspan but, by all accounts, is theirs and theirs alone. it is a sanctuary, albeit a strange - smelling one. somewhere that she can spend time alone for the first time in twenty - three years.
her passion for music led her to the radio station. it started just speaking to those she knew that worked there, and eventually the strings of fate were tugged in the right direction. they are now live on air every tuesday and thursday, saturating the airways with grunge and punk - rock — the kind of music with dirty guitar and unpredictable drum beats. it isn’t much, and ivelisse certainly isn’t able to wear furs and fancy jewelry anymore, but it keeps food on the table and their head above water. after everything they’ve been through, what more could she ever ask for ?
