“𝐇𝐄𝐘, 𝐇𝐄𝐘, 𝐇𝐄𝐘,” 𝐁𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈 beckoned, waving them over quickly as she slug her leather jacket over her shoulders, “will you.. and i’m saying pretty pretty please, walk me home? there’s this creep that’s been here my entire shift, and he went out to smoke a cigarette once he realized tawny was clocking me out.” sucking in a sigh, the tiny female ran a hand through her hair. it wasn’t as if she wasn’t used to this, she’d been working there for a little less than ten years now, but she didn’t want to risk getting the cops called on her because she broke another old man’s nose, “i would say we can stay and have a drink, but — peer pressure n’ all, i’m already planning on spider monkey myself to you if you say no.” she gave a sympathetic smile, “see? i’m being nice. pleaaaase?”
“ am really quite strugglin’ to believe someone as lion hearted as ye’self would ever need a bodyguard just about anywhere , ” locky marvels , greeting the female with a curt nod of his bowed head . granted , he had just made his way through the door to begin his night , but there was nothing keeping him from doing a good deed for an old friend and then making his way back if his thirst had remained unquenched . “ that’s not to say that’s my whole answer — i’m stunned you actually took the time to ask me at all , ” he tips the brim of his hat her way before offering an arm to her welcomingly , body turning back towards the door . “ formality at this point , i s’ppose ? ” he teases , offering a gentle smile .
𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐲 : am nearly shattered with embarrassment
𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐲 : i truly am
𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐲 : but i actually do not pay for hot water in my home ? i prefer it chilly if am bein frank
·ﾟ☀ the fact that my first time EVER using a harry fc is gonna be in an rp based off one of his songs ???? no pressure . 😳 sksksk hello all you beautiful lovelies , i’m 𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 , she / her pronouns and i am so unbelievably excited to be here . this is gonna be a mess but . thats what u get when u let ur heart win ...... woahahahahhah ....... :/ my preferred plotting method is via dis.cord over at 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 !#6439 if that makes anything easier !
BIO : john david douglass was a sailor from a small scottish town who was notoriously headstrong .
recognized for an absolute lack of regard for the conditions of the water whenever he took to it , it was perhaps an act of the universe’s irony for a grand journey of his to be met with one of the biggest storms in his town’s history . he wakes on a shore certain he’s about to meet his creator , following the waves that capsized his boat and consumed the vessel alive , but is instead welcomed into a village by concerned good samaritans . he’s never heard of eroda ( to be fair , 19th century maps aren’t particularly advanced at this stage ) but he’s grateful to be alive , asking at once when the next ship plans to head back to the mainland .
it seems people haven’t really braved the tumultuous waters that surround the isle , and john david , having just looked death in the eye and overcome it , takes it upon himself to head the next expedition out .
except … it seems his journey home is one never to be completed . each vessel he takes out ends up piercing through the fog only to end up exactly where they started , despite the master sailor’s expertise with a compass and wind patterns . some vessels fare even worse and take on significant damage in what should be tranquil waters , leading to the summative sentiment that he’s , effectively , stuck on eroda .
he’s paired off with a local widow and together they make the douglass name synonymous with incredible fish , he being a natural fisherman unafraid to venture for the best catches and she well - known in the community enough to connect to local vendors .
generations of douglass progeny take over this venture year after year , and eventually , there’s enough of an inheritance to fall on the shoulders of locky’s great-grandfather . thinking rationally , he invests it in an incredible fishing boat they name the nonbeliever , becoming not just the pride of the douglass fishing co , but one of eroda’s most notable fixtures in their marina .
locky’s father , for some reason , seems to be the forgotten recipient of the level - headed gene , instead bold and audacious in all the worst ways . he resents the confines of the isle and manages this with a sizeable tab at the local drinkeries , stumbling home at odd hours of the morning , showing up wasted to shifts with his own father on their fishing expeditions , and even missing the birth of his green eyed son .
lochlan , named in reverence of the waters their family so made their living off of , was a quiet boy from the moment he was welcomed into the douglass family tree . rather large even as a baby , his mother frets constantly over the fact he doesn’t utter a single word for his first few years , instead using uttered grunts and chubby pointer fingers to get his intentions across . he’s a hulking oaf of a child that only grows more brutish and imposing with each year , forever the silent douglass boy that bumbles along with the grace of an ape .
he takes to the water like a natural , fishing nets in his hands as early as he can remember by his grandfather’s side . his weekends spent out on the nonbeliever are some of his fondest memories , grandfather teaching him how to strum a guitar and encouraging him to note that his words hold much more power than he’ll ever know , though locky won’t heed his advice until his first few mumbled utterances a few years later . he’s at peace on the water , feeling a sense of fleeting fulfillment at having a rod in his hand or sorting through the catch of the day , figuring maybe life on the isle won’t be as bad as some make it out to be , especially with it being all he knows .
he’s 13 when his grandfather passes , and the nonbeliever is passed down another generation . no disappointment matches that at the hearing of his father , chasing another asinine whim , sells the vessel to pay off his outstanding debts to the local bars and taverns , all now refusing to serve him due to his inability to ever pay up . locky feels cheated out of a future he was so looking forward to , and harbors a resentment towards his father that he’ll never quite learn to let go of .
he’s hired out by another commercial fishing boat and it isn’t the same . he’s good at what he does but resents the gaping hole left by the shame of his father’s actions , now unemployed and living off whatever he can pawn from the home and skim from locky’s pockets . locky begs his mother to not enable the man’s actions but she’s just as stuck as her children are , unable to escape the dark cloud of his father’s irresponsibility . longing for the afternoons spent on the nonbeliever with his family , locky finally takes his grandfather’s words to heart and keeps a small journal to himself , a collection of thoughts and phrases no one would ever expect from the quiet , simpleminded boy .
locky’s journals slowly transform into litanies , eventually pairing with old boat shanties taught to him by his grandfather to become the bare bones of his first songs . only the innermost of his circles know that locky possesses such an aptitude for music , and a part of him goes so far as to think he’d even be able to make something of himself ; but with eroda keeping all its inhabitants until the end of their lives , locky knows this is an unrealistic thought and often forces it out of his mind . this doesn’t stop him from playing once in a while at an empty bar or for a small group of friends , but he thinks of himself as a fisherman first , and a musician only in theory .
he mostly keeps to himself now in his adulthood and tries to keep ties with his father to a minimum . he works early morning and late night shifts on the same commercial fishing boat he has since he was a teenager , and feels a passing tinge of shame every time he spots the nonbeliever rotting away in the marina , derelict and unused for years now due to the new owners simply having no use for it . there’s talks that it’s slated for demolition to free up its spot for a newer vessel , but locky can’t help but hold out hope that he’ll find some way to salvage it and bring it back to its former glory .
PERSONALITY : locky himself is known relatively well throughout the villages due to his family’s long history on the isle ( and the scandal that was his father’s selling of the boat that was something of a town icon . ) he’s something of the eroda swamp man , an imposingly large man with little grace or finesse to his stature . he’s every bit the rugged , nature - loving fisherman one would expect to find on the isle . he was a rather odd boy , spending most of his childhood in relative silence except for the occasional grunt he would use to express his approval or displeasure , and had a fair share of people assuming he was a brutish oaf .
with the passage of time , people found that while locky looked and seemed every bit the part of a caveman , he was surprisingly kindhearted , a gentle soul with perhaps no malicious bone in his body . his favored pastimes involve anything on or near the water and takes on an incredible grace when he steps foot on any boat , even more so when he takes to the water . he’s reserved and introspective but incredibly kind in his disposition , humble in his mannerisms and even bashful in his interactions . he’s deeply respectful and old fashioned in his beliefs , gentlemanly without any tinge of condescension or superiority . some joke that he’s born in the wrong timeline , and with his distaste for lots of modern ways of life , he would readily agree . locky sees himself as a simple man , with simple desires , and much of this rings true once someone gets to know him .
part of his identity is a sense of self - sufficiency and an unwillingness to be bothersome or confrontational . he goes with the flow readily and sometimes even beyond his comfort , too unwilling to rock the boat to speak up about anything on his mind . he keeps to himself , usually to a fault , unwilling to bother others even for the most dire of things . tw medical / hospital mention but y’all remember that meme of the dude who literally got a NAIL THRU HIS CHEST and drove HIMSELF to the hospital bc he didn’t want to bother anyone ? that’s locky sskskks . end tw he’s a gentle soul who i don’t think has ever raised his voice above an excited steady monotone , and tends to mumble more than should be allowed for a grown man his age . he’s easily intimidated by those in positions of authority and tends to be a pushover who lets himself get talked over or talked into things he doesn’t want more often than he deserves . given this and a propensity for simple things , he’s not a particularly erudite gentleman despite his way with words and a pen , and can often be taken advantage of due to his willingness to serve and please . he is ABSOLUTELY the lad to over - apologize to exhaustion , afraid to offend or disrupt even if he’s done nothing to earn this fear .
given this , he does have an independent streak when it comes to his identity and he pays little mind to the negativity spewed by others . he knows himself incredibly well and is extremely secure in his identity , and does not allow people to critique what he stands for and what he represents . though he’s incredibly tolerant of most things , certain comments will very rarely cause him to lash out in defense of himself or another , a rare occurrence he will usually lament for days afterwards even if he’s in the right .
ultimately , locky is a gentle soul who asks for little and gives with his whole heart , equal parts comforted and heartbroken at the idea of never leaving the island . at the very least , in his mind , he knows that his future is already written out for him , and the best he can do is make the most of it rather than fear the unknown that would lie before him if he were to forge his own path on his own free will .
RANDOM BLURBS : i imagine that he’s the town cat lady , solely due to the fact that he doesn’t listen when his coworkers say to not feed the strays their scraps from the day’s haul and then ends up with a whole pack of wild cats waiting for him at the dock and following him home . he leaves his window open for little critters to come warm up by his fireplace and often gets yelled at by those with more common sense but he just loves the widdle purrs they give him 🥺
he loves boats ( literally oBSESSED ) and is rather handy on them , so if you have some nautical question or issue , locky is likely ready to drop everything to help you .
he’s always sort of had long hair in the sense of just never truly cutting it short , ever since it got close to his shoulders his mom would always simply trim it with kitchen scissors to keep it that length . he’ll often just wear it down and messy , or with a cap that his boyfriend has affectionately dubbed his *stupid chimney sweep hat* , but his most iconic look are the occasional braids he allows people to put into his hair
locky is strong as shit due to working with his hands all day but has half a brain cell so . prime himbo material .
though he doesn’t see himself having an actual music career i’m still gonna give him a voiceclaim and for now it’s HOZIER bc that’s big locky energy . he’s also got some of harry’s discography but only self titled for now bc i dont want to get into the meta of him doing fine line ...... while they exist on eroda island...... not today lads
