SHEFFIELD, CT.

These days, there are angry ghosts all around us, dead from wars, sickness, starvation–– and nobody cares. So you say you're under a curse? Well, so what? So's the whole damned world. Currently housing 8,379 residents. Where of NINETY-SIX are active.

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jack just had the dumbest idea ever, imo. eye roll emoji. anyways, come check us out and bring the stranger things kids!

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# join this rp and bring the rest of the stranger things cast!

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❝ As soon as you meet me, you’ll wish that you never did. ❞

b a s i c s –

Name: Beatrice Sydney Cheung. Birthday: April 1st, 1968. Pronouns: She/her. Gender/Sex: Cisgender/female. Occupation: Student at the University and waitress at Benny’s Diner.

p e r s o n a l i t y —

+ Spontaneous and playful. - Loquacious and strong-willed.

b a c k g r o u n d —

MURDER & RAPE TW // Beatrice’s life got off to a good start. The youngest child of a paediatrician and ER nurse, living in a big house with her older sister who she adored. But the white picket fence childhood didn’t last for very long. Suffering the abuse of a relative, a man living in their suburban home, at only the age of nine– Beatrice grew more asocial & withdrawn. She kept a secret for quite some time until she voiced her concerns to her parents. Though her parents’ reactions weren’t those expected, and rather than choosing to believe their own flesh & blood– Theresa & Bolin Cheung refused to take her confession seriously.

It wasn’t until weeks later, filled with never-ceasing abuse, that she repeated the secret to her sister. Kayla, however, now fourteen, wasn’t nearly as calm about the issue as their guardians. Words that promised to take care of the matter escaped the older, and Beatrice felt safe for one singular night. Though Kayla’s vow to protect her sister wasn’t one to be taken lightly. She’d always admired her older sister, as Kayla had admired her. The two were inseparable despite the age gap. And nothing could’ve prepared Beatrice from the image she was about to witness.

She awoke that night to her sister by the end of her bed, issuing claims of Beatrice’s safety being permanent. It wasn’t until eyes adjusted that she saw the blood splatter on the older’s nightgown. Kayla Cheung was only fourteen years old when she killed their family. And Beatrice Cheung was only nine years old when she lied to the police; denying any incidents of sexual abuse. Adults didn’t believe her before, why should they now?She let her sister down that night– as she has ever since. Put into foster home after foster home, she has failed to visit her remaining family even once.

a r r i v a l —  ( 1 9 8 2 )

Her third attempt at living with a foster family brought her to Sheffield. And for once, no complications arose. She stayed with them even after she turned eighteen, and only moved out when she got accepted into the university.

c o n n e c t i o n s —

Kaylee Davis – The pair started out as best friends, being by each other’s sides through thick and thin. Though, unknown to the other, they both developed a crush on their respective friend. It took years until either of them voiced their feelings, and they’ve been together since Beatrice’s engagement with another man fell through. Owen Hoffman – Beatrice spent her last years as a teenager living with the Hoffman family, and out of all the siblings – she always felt closest to Owen. Despite legally being considered siblings, the two feel more as brother & sister than they’d ever expected. Emma Phillips – Ever since first meeting Beatrice has harboured a severe dislike for Emma Phillips. First based on the other’s nauseating desire to be on everyone’s good side, then grounded on various dramatic events that Tris, herself, really had no direct contact with. Though the hatred is one-sided, Beatrice Cheung is known for holding a grudge.

e x t r a b i t s —

–– Due to being very sociable, she easily makes friends wherever she goes. It’s thanks to this that her dream is to become a teacher. She believes she can become close to the students and help them through situations that were ignored when she was younger. –– She lost her virginity in the back of a pick-up truck when she was only thirteen years old. –– She used to be quite good at Chinese, but since her parents’ deaths she has forgotten most of it.

PENNED BY JACK.

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Okay, so – if you’re in the discord chat ( Which every member is, so why am I typing this out? ) you know that some of us, turning into a majority, chose to make a multimuse blogs rather than continue on with sideblogs. Meaning that, hey – you wanna do that, too? Go ahead! You don’t? That’s equally as neat. Regardless, there’s gonna be a bunch of unfollow & follow posts on the dash soon, so don’t fret if you haven’t been on and see that every god damn character has been unfollowed. 

On another note, a couple of weeks ago the admin team decided that we wanted to push the roleplay back ten years – to 1982, going on ‘83 – and you know… neat. This was supposed to take place on New Year’s to make it into a smoother transition, but since a lot of people have started fresh with new blogs, it’d make sense to change the year as well. But, we’re not just gonna spring the 80′s onto you without consent – that’s wrong – so here’s a poll on whether we should bring back the 80′s NOW, or by the year shift. And that’s it for me. Godspeed, pilgrims!

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❝ You must be the call; the evil at night, speaking words of grace while spellwork delights. ❞

B A S I C S –

Name: Thomasin Judith Wuornos. Birthday: May 24th, 1970. Pronouns: She/her, they/them. Gender/Sex: Agender/female. Occupation: Student at the University.

P E R S O N A L I T Y —

+ Versatile and witty. - Tense and cunning.

B A C K G R O U N D —

SUICIDE TW // Born mere minutes after her brother, Thomasin was brought into this world. Their mother, a devout Christian ( near the point of insanity ), gave birth to them in the house they’d be raised. And their father, only a victim of Bathsheba Wuornos’ whims. From the moment eyes were opened to this new world, Thomasin had religion shoved down her throat. An ancient, and extreme, version of Christianity that was no longer practised in the rest of town. Of course, she wouldn’t know. Homeschooled from an early age, she was rarely allowed to leave the community which she grew up.

Due to the isolation brought on the girl from a young age, she soon learned how to resent her parents. Though she practised the religion just as the rest of her family, her attention was brought towards those frowned upon in the bible. Thomasin developed curiosity; of the unknown, the supernatural – and those with powers beyond human. When she entered her teen years, she’d given her devotion to someone other than God. And thus, the prayers began. For her parents’ deaths, for their misery – for her to escape the confinement she’d been placed in.

Her father went first. She and her brother had arrived one day, to find him swinging from the top of the stairs, rope around his neck. Suicide is a sin. One of the greatest. And her mother wouldn’t let them forget. Bathsheba forbade her twins from speaking of her late husband; claiming he was burning in hell from the moment the idea had entered his head. Though, unknown to her, Thomasin was already begging for sinful thoughts to enter guardian’s mind as well.

Her mother went second. She was sick; coughing blood, stuck in bed for hours a day. She refused to go to a hospital, just as she had when she brought the twins into the world. It only took a few weeks for her mother to pass, peacefully in her sleep. And though each death had a rational explanation, Thomasin was convinced her pleads had been answered. Magnifying her belief in a world beyond their own. The siblings were sent to live with their grandmother, and though Benji adapted to high school & the new world around them. Thomasin didn’t. Rather her focus was shifted towards the occult. And ever since, witchcraft has been practised by the younger Wuornos’.

A R R I V A L —  ( 1 9 7 0 )

Though she was born in Sheffield, she was rarely allowed into town. Her family kept mostly to themselves, with the exception of church visits. It wasn’t until she was fourteen that she was given the entire range of Sheffield to explore.

C O N N E C T I O N S —

Benjamin Wuornos – Having few kids around them growing up, the twins inevitably became closer than most twins. Attached to the hip from an early age, it is a mystery how they ended up so different. Lauren Brenner – Though Thomasin had never shown interest in men before and doubted she ever would. She never suspected herself to be attracted to the same sex. A craving that was brought out by Lauren the moment upon first meeting her.

E X T R A B I T S —

–– Thomasin has a pet snake, named Lilith, that she cares for more than she does most people. –– She carries a Ouija board with her wherever she goes, as well as the bible. She’s a contradiction & mixture of various religions, refusing to believe in just one thing. –– She moved in next to the boiler room when starting university. The room itself had been wanted by few and her request was accepted almost immediately.

PENNED BY JACK.

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❝ You put on a faith facade, think you’re holy when you’re not. ❞

B A S I C S –

Name: Scarlett Corina Atkins. Birthday: June 13th, 1974. Pronouns: She/her. Gender/Sex: Cisgender/female. Occupation: Unemployed.

P E R S O N A L I T Y —

+ Clever and adaptable. - Devious and superficial.

B A C K G R O U N D —

RAPE TW // An opportunist through & through, Scarlett always found herself ahead of her peers. Tragedies & misfortunes were rarely seen as such, and instead situations the blonde could take advantage of. Growing up not particularly well-liked she adapted a personality of brutal honesty. The trait itself used to not be viewed as a doormat rather than to do harm. Fast forward freshmen year of high school and the teenager had wound up with an invitation to a house party hosted by a senior. Dragged along by the few friends she had, she spent most of the night on her lonesome. Something that quickly changed with a few wine coolers too many. Suddenly, –– life of the party. Surrounded by boys years older, Scarlett was the drunken entertainment for the evening. To someone more than others. Had you asked anyone at the kegger, they’d throw a simple ‘ Boys will be boys, ’ your way. Or perhaps an infamous ‘ Maybe she shouldn’t have had so much to drink. ’

Taken advantage of by the very host himself, the blonde was found a sobbing mess hours later. Few encountered the situation –– knowing well enough what had occurred but kept on walking. But despite the trauma, and despite physical harm –– Scarlett Atkins was an opportunist through & through. And even as her father’s reaction was one of anger directed towards Scarlett, herself. Her own wasn’t. Those with knowledge of the night’s events didn’t expect the teen to waltz into school the next Monday, held head high & gaze locked on the predator from the night before. Maybe he was frightened the fifteen-year-old would open her mouth, confirming what was already suspected. That’s what most assumed anyways. Though despite his reasons for letting the blonde into his life. The persons whose motive is under the most speculation is Scarlett’s. Invited into the inner circle, she spent near a year with her abuser –– rising in popularity by the day.

Once he graduated, Scarlett’s attitude somehow seemed to change for the worse. A personality that once worked as a defensive mechanism now morphed into something sadistic, pent-up anger & aggression being taken out on anyone she pleased. Practically having been mould to a Mean Girl Perfection by the previous seniors, Scarlett only continued in the same path once they’d left school grounds. Maybe her popularity would’ve decreased with their departure, hadn’t it been for her constant advantage. Thriving when challenged, never letting an opportunity pass –– she’s hardly one who’s bad side you’d like to be on.

A R R I V A L —  ( 1 9 7 4 )

Scarlett was born into one of the richest families in Sheffield and has dreamed of leaving Sheffield ever since her mother’s suicide when she was twelve years old.

C O N N E C T I O N S —

Milo Hansen – When Milo’s mother moved into the Atkins’ mansion, Scarlett thought very little of the company she would provide. And even less of her family. Though the moment she laid eyes on her son, a crush developed. Almost instantly. Milo & Scarlett have played multiple mind games throughout the years, but it was only recently that feelings were genuinely reciprocated. Blue Atkins – Prior to her rise to popularity, Scout and her brother were close. They shared a love for their deceased mother & withstood Raymond’s tyranny together. But the older deemed Scout had changed far too much and with his departure to college, their relationship crumbled.  Molly Phillips – Despite their differences, Molly & Scarlett are rarely ever since without the other. Growing close within hours of meeting, Molly is easily considered Scarlett’s best friend. Raymond Atkins – Scout’s relationship with her father has been strained ever since her mother’s death, and it can be argued it wasn’t the most ideal before that either. The older Atkins hardly ever has time for his daughter & after years of neglect, Scout has begun to cherish the times he’s not around.

E X T R A B I T S —

–– Starting out as a gymnast, Scarlett has been a cheerleader since she enrolled into school. Though it was nothing more than an activity to add to her college application. –– Her mother taught her French from a very young age, thus it was the language she’d use to speak to her guardian. However, after her mother’s passing, her father refuses Scarlett to speak a word of French in their home. –– Though provocative nature, Scarlett has actually only ever slept with a handful of people. A fact that she keeps away from her peers.

PENNED BY JACK.

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PJ and I are still feeling the effects of the devastation from finding out that Movember didn’t exist in the 90s after waiting for months to celebrate with out very hairy charries, so I’m using this gif of Rami to cope. Come and join us in our wallowing by sending an app!

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❝ If I’m a lesser of two evils; who’s this man, who’s this act I hide behind? ❞

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Name: Eduardo Alexander Sutton. Birthday: May 5th, 1941. Pronouns: He/him. Gender/Sex: Cisgender/male. Occupation: Drug baron, controlling the town’s illegal drug trade.

p e r s o n a l i t y —

+ Patient and determined. - Possessive and inflexible.

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DEATH TW // Eduardo Sutton was the son of two devout Catholics. And has since a young age been raised with the belief of God. Firstborn in the state of Louisiana, the Sutton’s moved to Connecticut a little before their son turned fifteen. It was due to Sheffield’s large religious population that his father accepted a job in town. And though Ed first put up a fight about moving out of his hometown– his attitude soon changed upon meeting Margaret Garcia. The pair hit it off almost immediately and began dating only a few days into the summer of 1956. They stayed together throughout high school, and even as Ed was drafted into the army – they kept in touch through letters and few phone calls.

Their daughter arrived years later, Ed nearing his thirties at the time. And soon after, he was honourably discharged from the military. A family man since birth, his own was everything that he’d ever wanted. He tried to stay home as much as possible, making sure to be a big part of his daughter’s life. And though they tried for a second child, one never came. Not that it ever mattered; the couple’s love for their daughter being more than enough to keep both of them going. That was, until a few years ago.

Margaret Sutton was only forty-five years old when she fell off the ladder outside of their home. Two stories and she was driven to Sheffield Memorial. There they were told she’d be okay, just a concussion and a broken wrist. Nothing more. She’d take it easy, and she’d be okay. She was lucky that way. That night, she lost consciousness. The medics arrived only minutes later. Though resurrection failed. And in that moment, Ed surely lost a piece of himself. He was given near thirty years with the love of his life, and it hadn’t been enough. Not even close.

a r r i v a l —  ( 1 9 5 6 )

Eduardo moved to town in 1956 and has lived here ever since. He considers Sheffield his hometown, even as his parents later moved back to Louisiana.

c o n n e c t i o n s —

Carmen Sutton – The father & daughter duo have always been close, but it wasn’t until the death of Carmen’s mother that their relationship grew stronger. Up until recently, Carmen had lived with her father in her childhood home & Ed feels incredibly protective of his only daughter.  Lorelai Brooks – A few years ago, even months, Ed would’ve considered Lorelai nothing but the doctor who failed to save his wife’s life. But nowadays, there’s something more between them. Something he can’t quite put his finger on. Ronald Kinney – Eduardo lacks contact with most of his old military comrades, though Ronald is one of the few which he still has kept touch with. It is partly due to them both residing in Sheffield, though their close relationship is also a factor.

e x t r a b i t s —

–– Is fluent in Spanish, but only ever speaks the language with his elderly mother. –– Despite his field of business, Ed hardly ever consumes drugs himself. An occasional blunt is about it. Alcohol is more of his scene. –– Even though he’s passed the age of fifty, Eduardo still has hope for another child as he’d always wanted a son.

PENNED BY JACK.

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❝ If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed. ❞

B A S I C S –

Name: Joanna Barbeau. Birthday: January 15, 1976. Pronouns: She/her Gender/Sex: Cisgender/female. Occupation: High School Student.

P E R S O N A L I T Y —

+ Adroit and urbane. - Aloof and autonomous.

B A C K G R O U N D —

DRUG USE TW // Joanna was born and raised in Sheffield, an only child in a middle-class family that was too generic to describe. Look up a stock photo of a white picket fence house and a smiling family and that is the Barbeaus. There is no catch, they were a truly average family, and if it wasn’t for Joanna they would have been nuclear. Like the opening line in Anna Karenina  “All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.”, they were alike every other happy family, the only difference was their less than chipper daughter. Borderline Wednesday Addams, Joanna wasn’t unhappy, but she wasn’t happy either. She was the girl who preferred to be alone, standoffish and aloof to the world around her, sitting in her room and studying for her tests to maintain her (hopefully) future valedictorian spot. She dressed in dull colors and simply brushed her long brown hair, no style no makeup, she was a plain Jane who wanted to be invisible in the world.

The rare times she wasn’t seen as the girl in the back of the class taking notes or reading Orwell was when she was at a party, something she was frequently at. While she never cared to make friends, she much more enjoyed the comfort of only herself and a good book, she loved parties. She loved sitting on some couch smoking weed with strangers, the feeling of dizziness as she got double faded and a rare feeling of someone else's lips on her own. She rarely did anything with anyone, but sometimes when she was high she couldn’t help herself. It never went any farther than kissing, that wasn’t why she got high, she got high for the relaxation and everything that came with it.

Other than that she didn’t socialize, instead she worked her ass off for school so she had an opportunity for some type of future, even if she didn’t know what she wanted to do with her life. She didn’t even know if she wanted to stay in Sheffield or not, but she couldn’t imagine her leaving. She had never even been on a vacation before, and while she loved to be independent she didn’t know how to handle a completely new place on her own in two years. For now, she was thinking of sticking in Sheffield, finding some shit job that would pay for necessities, and all her hard work would be a waste. It didn’t bother her too much, wasn’t that life overall?

A R R I V A L —  ( 1 9 7 6 )

Joanna had always lived in Sheffield, her parents moving there when they were pregnant with Joanna thinking it would be a good town to raise a child in. Of course, they were wrong, but they found that out too late.

C O N N E C T I O N S —

Heather Duarte – The two girls main point of friendship is that neither of them liked to talk, and much preferred to read rather than speak. As much as Joanna preferred to be alone, if her company was Heather she didn’t mind too much.

E X T R A B I T S —

–– She doesn’t believe in any of the horror stories or lore of the town. She thinks it’s all a load of bullshit stories to scare people, and the idea of ghosts and aliens are beyond absurd to her. She’s a realist, and realistically most of these stories shouldn’t be real.   –– She writes poetry sometimes, heavily inspired by Sylvia Plath, but she never brings the journal she writes on out with her. She’s seen too many movies to know what happens to the loser girl with a secret journal. –– Joanna has already gotten her license and her mother's old car, making the already reserved girl more independence.

PENNED BY KARINA. 

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My prediction for today is further suffering & lack of chocolate pudding-- which means I might as well go back to sleep. Anyways! I’m gonna go get ready to cancel on my friends, and you should get ready to send us an app.

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hey baddies here's siobhan

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Guess who’s back, back again -- Jack is back, tell a friend! Come check us out & I’ll continue to do some replies!!

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❝ She doesn’t want to be the girl you write stories about, she wants to be the one writing the story. ❞

B A S I C S –

Name: Siobhan Taheri. Birthday: May 30, 1969. Pronouns: She/her. Gender/Sex: Cisgender/female. Occupation: Aspiring Author.

P E R S O N A L I T Y —

+ Fervent and affable. - Superficial and inquisitive.

B A C K G R O U N D —

Siobhan came from a very large, very rich family from Pasadena, California. A middle child in her family of six, she was never lonely, though sometimes she thinks she would have preferred it. With her parents both coming from money and their equal success in their jobs, the Taheri siblings never had a struggle a day in their lives. They all went to a classic private school, all were top of their class and the most popular kids. Siobhan wasn’t the exception, she followed in suit from her older siblings and her younger siblings would to, but of course, even that led to problems. She was popular, she was a cheerleader, she was on the honor roll, she seemingly had it made. The only problem was her siblings were the most popular, they were captain of the cheer team and football team, they were on top of the honor roll. To them, her status was one far below them, and while at school she was seemingly living the dream of many, in trendy clothes and a wide array of friends, at home she was the laughing stock of her siblings.

It had always been that way since she was a child, it was normal sibling rivalry, and her siblings' witty comments and snippy remarks were always returned with a roll of her eyes. She didn’t care, not enough to start the inevitable fight that talking back would lead to, instead, she would do her own thing. Whether that be talking to her friends on the landline, watching Twin Peaks reruns, or reading Shirley Jackson, she much preferred the world of mystery than the one her siblings shared. She couldn’t deny she was superficial, she loved the compliments when she got that new outfit at Judy’s before anyone else did, and she enjoyed the lavish lifestyle that came with her parents' money and the private schools she had attended since preschool. She did enjoy that life, but she didn’t want that to be all she was. There was a whole different world that intrigued her, a world that could be witnessed through David Lynch, Dario Argento, Hitchcock, John Carpenter, or Wes Cravens. She was intrigued by a world that could be read through Anne Rice, Shirley Jackson, and Stephen King. She was intrigued by the mysteries of the world that is horror, that is mysteries, that is everything with no definite answer but leaves your hands shaking and goosebumps running up your arms and legs.

She was extremely intrigued by those things, which is why after years of researching the great mysteries in the world and the most haunted places in America she realized what her calling was. Perhaps not a calling, more a dream. She wanted to write, she wanted to write books about the scariest places in America and take inspiration of them to write her own books, she wanted to be the next H.P. Lovecraft or Mary Shelley. Her senior year of high school she shared these dreams with her parents, and while they wished she would take a more conventional route with her future, they had enough money to support her on her way of inspiration and writing. They bought her everything she needed along with giving her as much money as she needed, giving her the freedom to travel and find whatever place it was that inspired her to write her first novel.

In this passion she found a new side to herself, the overzealous, ambitious side that made her a force to be reckoned with when it came to her writing. She was set on this goal, and would do anything it takes to complete it. So be it if she comes off rude with her questioning, so be it if she pushes someone to far or puts herself in a place of danger. She has a dream that she swears to complete, and no one can get in her way.

A R R I V A L —  ( 1992 )

On her search for inspiration she came across Sheffield, which she decided to be her first and possibly permanent stop if it did what she hoped it would do. She had heard few things, rumors of it being haunted, an interesting small town. She didn’t know the extent of its mystery, though she is gladly ready to find out. She’s renting an apartment with her parents' money and arrived a little over a month ago, more preparing and taking notes on potential ideas than having gone out. She is finally at the point where she is ready to explore the land, and even possibly make some new friends.

C O N N E C T I O N S —

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E X T R A B I T S —

–– She has a tape recorder she speaks into all the time, mainly for ideas or if she has something she can’t forget. It’s always in her purse, she would be hopeless without it at this point. –– She’s failed her driving test three times, making her parents give her car away to her younger sister. She’s given up on driving at this point, she only really wanted to for the car anyway. –– She’s never had a serious relationship, she hasn’t found it necessary nor a priority in her life, and she can’t imagine herself in one unless she really likes the person and can see a serious future with them.

PENNED BY KARINA.

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❝ I am destroying myself so other people can’t she said. It’s the worst kind of control but its the only kind I know. ❞

B A S I C S –

Name: Cindy Breevort. Birthday: April 19th, 1972. Pronouns: She/her. Gender/Sex: Cisgender/female. Occupation: Student at the University and a waitress at Jess’s Coffee Shop.

P E R S O N A L I T Y —

+ Gallant and rustic. - Fickle and irascible.

B A C K G R O U N D —

DEATH, ALCOHOL & ABUSE TW // Cindy Breevort, born on April 19th, 1972 as the only child of Margaret Breevort and Christian Breevort. In her mother's eyes, she was destined to be a beauty queen. However, her father felt differently; Cindy’s mother had only one chance for a child, she would love her child boy or girl. Her father, however, had wanted a son, and Cindy, however, was not. Deep brown eyes that could melt anyone’s heart. Blonde curly locks and her mother’s nose. She was almost an exact clone of her mother and that’s why her mother would do anything for her. She was four when her father began drinking; nonstop.

He had lost his job, her mother becoming the only source of income while her father's anger began to develop. The nightly arguments, vases being thrown and holes being put into the walls. Cindy and her mother took all the blame; all because he had wanted a son. Cindy had just turned sixteen; coming home from school and noticing her father wasn’t home but her mom was; suitcases in hand as she ushered Cindy to pack everything she would need. They were leaving, the verbal abuse from her father went on for twelve years before she was finally able to run with her mom.

Sheffield, Connecticut; was where they were heading. She remembered observing the town as they drove in; eyes bouncing to take in her new home. She could see people walking down the streets; friends laughing as their arms were hooked together. It wasn’t long after they had gotten settled in that they received the call informing them her father had passed away after a drunk driving accident. Cindy didn’t feel any type of remorse; remembering the cruel things he would scream at her; the constant use of the words whore and slut always in the back of her mind… not to mention she was only twelve when words along with those were thrown into her face just for being born and not being what he had wanted. Cindy was smart, had the looks and her heart was bigger than her body and it didn’t take her long to get used to her surroundings. jumping into the middle of her junior year in a new school; she didn’t make a lot of friends. She avoided interaction more so than anything.

A month after Cindy had turned eighteen; her mother had been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Disease. It didn’t take long before it began to really take a toll on the two of them. Her own mother would get lost in their own home; and on particular days she would get calls from the sheriff who she and her mom had grown close to, to tell her that her mother had gotten lost and ended up having a breakdown in one of the diners in town. He had gone and picked her up, to bring her back to the department.

One very important day had changed everything. Cindy had gone to pick her mother up; she didn’t even recognize her own daughter. That's when the sheriff brought up checking Margaret into an old folks home. Somewhere Cindy could still go to visit, but somewhere where she was always watched and someone was always available to help her.

Cindy was forced to pack up and move into a smaller one bedroom apartment. It wasn’t the nicest of course, but she could afford rent and after all the work she put into it she could proudly say it looked a lot better than some homes.

She had already been accepted into the university in town. Figuring it would be best to get right into it as soon as she graduated. She visits her mother every Monday, Wednesday, Friday and usually spends all day Sunday there with her.

A R R I V A L —  ( 1 9 8 8 )

Cindy and her mother drove into town on January 21st, 1988. They had left their home to escape from her emotionally abusive alcoholic father. Coming from the oh so warm side of California, Sheffield was an entirely different world in her eyes.

C O N N E C T I O N S —

N/A

E X T R A B I T S —

–– Cindy has unbelievably good aim. She’s always had an intense fascination with guns; her mother believes it’s because she needs control and she feels as though she can protect herself with one. –– Cindy had dreamed of becoming a writer one day. She writes in any spare time she finds, writing about past experiences and what she’s endured in hopes of one day being able to publish books she’s written. –– Cindy has a fear of alcohol after seeing what it did to her father, she will never touch it and tends to stay away from people when they are under the influence.

PENNED BY BEA.

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Welcome to Sheffield, Karina !! Please have your account for Siobhan Taheri ( Medalion Rahimi ) sent in as soon as possible. Your biography will be uploaded shortly.

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your tag list isn't working on the nav, can you link it?

I just love forgetting to fix that. Sorry, love! I’m gonna do a lot of maintenance work on the main today so hopefully, it’ll work within the hour. But, our links are pretty simple – nex!admin, nex!start, nex!follow -- etcetera.