+ / 𝐞·𝐭𝐞𝐫·𝐧𝐚𝐥 ( /əˈtərn(ə)l/ ) : adjective meaning lasting or existing forever ; without end or beginning . ⸻ written by 𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒊 ( twenty - one , she / they , pst ) for #𝐎𝐆𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐏 .
› 𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 + /sǝpoɥɹ ▪ uosᴉɹɹoɯ/ + loading character profile ... ( the ashes fall slowly as your voice consoles me ! ) ⸻ hero fiennes - tiffin , xx , bisexual , he / him , full - time student at ogden college .
𝗪𝗛𝗢: @charfletchh
𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡: new year's, after midnight
𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘: the bar
of course, as luck would have it, rhodes finds himself stuck with someone that he, for all intents and purposes, can't stand, and he's sure the feeling is mutual. "are you gonna help me, or are you just gonna stand there and watch me?" he asks as he bends down to rifle around behind the bar. "i mean, i know i'm pretty and all, but give a guy a break," he states, standing back up with a couple bottles of booze dangling precariously between his fingers.
"what do you think? will this keep everyone satiated, or should we get more?" he asks before quickly thinking better of it. "nevermind, don't answer that... we definitely need more."
open starter
location: outside of the nye gala
time: sometime later into the night but before midnight
Outside the cold air was bitter this late into the night, but Diego had opted to head out onto one of the balconies outside anyway. For a few moments just to get some fresh air. Not that his intent was to hide from the party, but it was getting difficult to pretend this wasn’t all weird. When he heard the door open behind him, he grabbed the bottle of Champaign he’d had sitting to chill in the snow and turned to see who it was. “I don’t suppose you’re coming out here to have some Champaign,” he said, inclining the bottle a bit towards the other person.
rhodes doesn't even pretend to not be following diego once he spots the boy slipping out onto one of the balconies and away from the crowd. truth be told, rhodes doesn't trust diego at all, and he has this sneaking suspicion that he knows something about greer's disappearance. a suspicion that rhodes fully plans to act upon as he follows diego outside, letting the door close behind him as he blocks the way back in.
"with you? no, thanks. i'd be worried that you poisoned it," he states, slipping both hands into his pockets. "but, surely, you wouldn't do something like that, right? not mister perfect, no. you'd never do anything to hurt someone else."
Sassa didn’t - couldn’t - miss Rhodes leaning in towards her, though she didn’t give him any sort of reciprocation to it. She didn’t return it by leaning in in return, she didn’t pull back - she just let his eyes scan over her, her smile turning into a smirk as her eyebrows raised up on her forehead. “I’m sure,” she murmured, not quite believing him. Perhaps it was just that she was so calculated, but the idea that someone could just slip into their own head to the point of not even noticing who they were approaching…unfathomable. So no, she didn’t believe that Rhodes had just wandered up.
“Thank you,” she said primly, her chin lifting up as she turned her face back forward - even though she could’ve certainly kept looking at him, letting her eyes scan over him the same way his had to her. But she couldn’t play her cards like that this early. Her tongue clucked against her teeth, letting out a sigh. “I haven’t,” she said. “Let me guess - you’re going to offer to get one for me?” Sassa asked, giving Ro a sly look out of the corner of her eyes.
sassa is truly an enigma to rhodes, which is probably one of the many reasons why he's drawn to her. because even though she doesn't try to hide the fact that she doesn't believe him, she's still as composed and elegant as ever. if it were him on the other side, he would have just called the person out, but not sassa. not with him, at least, and there's something about that he finds intriguing. which is dangerous for someone like him, because intrigue means interest, and his interests never stay just that for long.
"so, you peg me as a gentleman then?" he questions, smile tugging at the corners of his mouth and threatening to spill over. "maybe i was just asking for curiosity's sake, or is it that you think you know me that well?" he asks, not even bothering to stop looking at her, though it's obvious she's doing her best to avoid him. still, he finds that as more of a challenge than anything, and he slides a step closer, really leaning into sassa's space. "i'll get you one, but only if you have what i'm having," he says, waving down the bartender. "two scotches, neat."
who: open starter
when: new year’s eve, shortly before midnight
where: nye gala
“You know…they say what you’re doing at midnight sets the tone for the whole year,” Lucia pointed out, bumping her shoulder against the others, batting her eyelashes as her smile slowly - ominously, almost - widened. “I hope you have something figured out.”
"is that right?" rhodes questions with a quirk of his brow, head turning to look at her from where he's propped against the railing. "maybe i do, maybe i don't," he shrugs. "is this your way of offering to help me start my new year off right, or are you tryin' to get me to help you start your new year off right? either way, you already know i'm game," he smiles.
Charlie had been told when she was a kid that if anyone ever took her who wasn't her parent, she should find a responsible adult and tell them she didn't know this lady, even if the lady insisted she knew Charlie's parents and promised ice cream. As she watched the woman who called herself her mother flit around the party, effortlessly finding all the important faculty, she wondered if there was an age limit on that advice. Because she did not know this lady, and this lady did not know her.
The more her mother glared at her, the more sullen and petulant Charlie became, resulting in the evergreen scene of a moody young adult and her overbearing mother. Almost Rockwellian, if one ignored the fact that the young woman was refusing to introduce her mother to any of her friends and that the mother had just forgotten her daughter's major. "Are you gonnna finish that?" She eyed the half-finished drink, her own long gone.
picture this: rhodes is blissfully unaware of his current surroundings, mostly just people watching and enjoying a drink he isn't supposed to have in his possession, when all of a sudden, this grating voice hits him. he even winces before he turns his head slightly and comes face-to-face with a blonde that's as beautiful as she is fake. it's a shame, too, because rhodes truly thinks they could have had a lot of fun together otherwise.
scoffing, rhodes shakes his head, a small smile on his face and a laugh on his breath. "does it look like i'm gonna finish it?" he questions, downing the entire thing in one go before placing the now empty glass on the table. "guess that's a yes," he shrugs, tracing his finger around the rim absentmindedly as he looks the girl up and down. "full offense, but you look like shit. did you get on the wrong person's bad side?"
who: open starter
when: nye gala, before midnight
where: the bar
Sassa’s fingers tapped a pattern against the wood of the bar top, her face a picture of ease despite the tension thrumming through her body in less visible ways. She had been riding a high since her interview with the officers investigating Greer’s disappearance, with how well it had gone, knowing she was now at an advantage - but even that couldn’t overshadow everything esle going on. When she sensed a body filling the space next to her, she let out an exaggerated exhale through her nose - not in the mood to schmooze - before turning her head, chin lifting up to look at them. “Yes?” she said sweetly. though the smile that spread across her face had a sharp edge.
rhodes spots sassa from across the room, somehow always able to sense her, no matter the time or place, and it only takes him a split second to decide to approach. of course, he doesn't make it seem so, with one hand in his pocket, and his gaze bouncing around from one face to another, a smile attached to his own. he gives a nod here and a few nods there before finally reaching the bar, where he plants himself right next to her and taps a finger against the bartop once. at her words, he finally turns to look at her, smile broadening as he bends slightly to lean on the counter and be more at eye level with her.
"sassa?" he questions, as though he hadn't known she was here the whole time. "sorry, i didn't notice you. was kinda off in my own head," he explains, eyes roaming over her from head to toe and not even attempting to hide it. "though, i'm not sure how i didn't. you look beautiful," he compliments, and it's the god's honest truth, too. though, there aren't very many times he can remember her looking anything but. "have you already ordered a drink?"
› ⸻ lemme just say that i literally have zero clue how to write a proper intro post and usually just avoid ‘em altogether , but i decided to actually try this time , so here we go ! i’m 𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒊 ( or just rai for short ) , i’m twenty - one years old , and currently chillin’ over in the pst timezone . my pronouns are she / they , or dumb / bitch , but i’ll honestly answer to anything . i also adore angst and drama so if you do , too , then we're gonna get along great !
* / 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !
( hero fiennes - tiffin , twenty , cisgender male , he / him ) is that rhodes " ro " morrison ? a sophomore originally from manhattan , new york , they decided to come to ogden college to study fine art . they're the proud elite on campus , but even they could get blamed for greer's disappearance .
* / 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒 !
𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗗𝗔𝗬 : january 7th , 2002
𝗭𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗖 : capricorn sun , scorpio moon , scorpio rising
𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗦 : gregarious , vehement , and captivating
𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗚𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗦 : acerbic , choleric , and decadent
𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗦𝗞𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗦 : can recreate any sculpture , drawing , or painting to near perfection , able to command a room without ever speaking a word , and is capable of running a six minute mile .
* / 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 !
𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣 𝗧𝗢 𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 : meet greer's younger brother; that's how rhodes was always introduced to new people, but truth be told, he never thought twice about it. to him, it wasn't a bad thing. he was, in fact, greer's younger brother, always would be, and he absolutely adored her. he looked up to greer in every aspect of life, and he often even mirrored her actions until they became second nature. in many ways, it was like they were the morrison twins, and if rhodes were being honest, he sometimes wished they were.
the two of them were often like two peas in a pod, and it wasn't out of the ordinary for one's interests to be the other's. they just fit. like two puzzle pieces, it wasn't uncommon to find one with the other, and rhodes would go to the ends of the earth for his beloved sister, always protecting her if someone or something got in her way. however, despite the fact that neither of them talked about it, rhodes always knew that they both felt the overwhelming pressure to be the perfect morrison kids. this was just another reason as to why rhodes always stuck by his older sister. she understood him like no one else, and he liked to think he understood her, too.
𝗦𝗞𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗢𝗡 𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 : despite any lingering pressure, rhodes is proud to be a morrison of his family's caliber. there are, of course, things he wishes could be different, but he doesn't know how to be anyone else but the rhodes conley morrison. it's basically a brand at this point, how caught up he is in being so proud of who he is. some would argue that he's arrogant in this aspect, and while they wouldn't exactly be wrong, rhodes likes to think that he's more confident in who he is than anything else. it's in his blood to be the best of the best, and he plans to live up to that no matter what.
elitism runs in his veins, and he isn't one to shy away from it. rhodes realizes all of the luxuries he's been granted in life, and he's proud to show them off, proud to walk around in designer clothing and drive the nicest cars. things might not always be pretty on the inside, but as long as he looks good on the outside, none of that matters. if anything, he's proud to have mastered the art of being proud.
𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗨𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗦 : football ( running - back ) , baseball ( pitcher ) , sophomore class board , and sigma alpha epsilon ( member ) .
* / 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 !
anything angsty / drama related
flings , one nights stands , etc ( he's bi so go wild )
› ⸻ 𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 ( hero fiennes - tiffin ) + twenty , cisgender male , he / him , bisexual ! a sophomore originally from manhattan , new york , they decided to come to ogden college to study fine art . they're the proud elite on campus , but even they could get blamed for greer's disappearance .
* / 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 !
𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘 : rhodes conley morrison
𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘(𝗦) : ro
𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗔𝗚𝗘 : twenty
𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛 : january 7th
𝗭𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗖 : capricorn sun , scorpio moon , scorpio rising
𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘 : manhattan , new york
𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 : cisgender male
𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟 𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 : bisexual
𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘 : agnostic
𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 : full - time student at ogden college majoring in fine art .
* / 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 !
𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗥 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗥 : dark brown
𝗘𝗬𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗥 : green
𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 / 𝗪𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 : 6′3″ , 186 lbs
𝗕𝗨𝗜𝗟𝗗 𝗧𝗬𝗣𝗘 : athletic
𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗦 : n/a
𝗣𝗜𝗘𝗥𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 : right ear , but he doesn’t wear it often .
𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗠 : hero fiennes - tiffin
* / 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 !
𝗟𝗔𝗕𝗘𝗟 : the proud elite / the cataclysmic
𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗦 : gregarious , vehement , captivating , fervent , valiant , adroit , ambitious , and confident .
𝗡𝗘𝗚𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗦 : acerbic , choleric , decadent , morose , obdurate , impulsive , restless , and bellicose .
𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦 : playing football , going on jogs to clear his head , listening to music , kickboxing , buying things he doesn’t need , wearing sweats whenever he can get away with it , physical challenges , painting , sculpting , greek mythology , strawberries , being in charge , reading , taking photographs of nature , going to the movies , sushi , smoking , cold weather , risky fashion choices , sketching , keeping up a garden , long drives to nowhere , fishing , and neon lights .
𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦 : loud chewers , people who spit , peanut butter , not doing anything for extended periods of time , getting delayed , not being able to find his phone charger , sand , letting laundry get piled up , disorganization , coffee , doing the dishes , being asked about his family , coconuts , chapped lips , not getting a good night’s rest , surprises , stepping in gum , and people who litter .
“Something’s not right about what I’m doing but I’m still doing it—living in the worst parts, ruining myself. My inner life is a sheet of black glass. If I fell through the floor I would keep falling. The enormity of my desire disgusts me.”