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[ofalchcmy]

˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ ofalchcmy - a dependent roleplay blog for MONTROUGES penned by anna

NICOLAS ROJAS ݁˖· ─ he/him, 45, trauma surgeon at st. laurentius bio ⋆ threads ⋆ visage ⋆ pinterest TESSA MARIN ݁˖· ─ she/her, 33, event planner at st. agnes bio ⋆ threads ⋆ visage ⋆ pinterest

[hxneymind-deactivated20260527]

the  first  holiday  season  was  always  going  to  be  the  hardest.  she'd  tried  to  keep  her  head  up.  she'd  tried  to  keep  a  smile  on  her  face.  she  was  the  reason  for  her  separation,  she  didn't  deserve  to  grieve  that  loss  now.  and  the  holidays  had  hurt  but  she'd  gotten  through.  she  hoped  that,  that  meant  that  she  would  be  able  to  face  the  coming  months  a  little  bit  stronger.  she'd  been  busy  with  work  when  she  heard  a  familiar  voice,  "  yep.  some  new  stuff.  figured  we  could  do  with  a  change  after  the  new  year.  why?  do  you  like  them?  "  she  questioned.  while  it  was  her  gallery,  she  tried  not  to  put  such  a  subjective  view  on  things.  it  didn't  really  matter  if  she  liked  them  or  not.  it  mattered  that  someone  would.  "  oh  you  are  a  lifesaver.  "  millie  smiled  as  she  reached  out  to  take  the  coffee  from  him.  "  thank  you,  nicolas.  i  really  appreciate  it.  "  she  hadn't  stopped  for  most  of  the  morning  -  not  for  lunch  and  she  hadn't  had  much  time  for  caffeine  either.  it  was  like  he  had  read  her  mind.  "  it's  been  busy.  but  that's  never  a  bad  thing.  "  the  gallery  had  become  her  pride  and  joy  -  it  was  the  thing  that  she  had  completely  thrown  herself  into  since  her  divorce.  "  how  about  you  ?  how  has  your  -  what?  -  first  week  of  the  year  been?  "

[ofalchcmy]

brow furrowing, he glances at the artworks on display, an intricate mixture of pieces that he's sure millie carefully curated around a theme that, for the moment, escapes him. "you know i'm not the most reliable source of interpretation when it comes to art, my degree is in medicine." but there was a reason he always enjoyed coming to the gallery, a place entirely removed from his normal day-to-day, even if the thought of not getting something right plagued him after years spent rigidly trying to be the best in his field. it didn't matter how often he was told that there wasn't necessarily a 'correct' way to view the pieces in front of him - getting out of that line of thinking was still a struggle. "i do like them, they're evocative." with a contemplative hum, nicolas let the brushstrokes and colors wash over him in quiet reflection. "they make me feel a bit more melancholy than the last installment you had... although maybe that's more my own interpretation of things. i'm sure you've had others come in and tell you something completely different." he gives a short nod at her thanks, a bemused smile lifting on his lips at her description of the year so far. "no, i suppose not - although i hope you managed to find some time to relax." it's a bit hypocritical of a statement. while sofía had tempered his own pre-disposition towards being a workaholic, it was still very much a work in progress. the habit a hard one to break, especially when one was passionate about their work, and he couldn't fault millie for seeming to fall into a similar boat. "in between the picnic and sofía's after-school activities and getting back in the swing of things with work - it's been pretty hectic for me as well. her latest obsession has been ballet, so that's a whole new world for me to dive into."

[witchdances]

"are  those  going  around  yet?"  she  asks,  looking  around  them  as  if  looking  for  a  stray  waiter  —  there  were  none  around  here  as  this  seems  to  still  be  a  work  in  progress  area,  but  viviane  is  not  exactly  complaining.  she's  more  enthralled  about  the  so  called  work  in  progress  right  now,  fascinated  at  the  way  the  people  go  around  working  on  tables  and  sheets  and  lights  and  table  decorations.  "do  you  have  your  clothing  on  the  bag?  maybe  you  could  end  it  here  earlier  and  i  take  care  of  you  —  you  know  i  would  be  glad  to  have  a  go  at  such  a  splendid  canvas."  the  eldest  suggests,  but  after  a  pause,  she  continues.  "though  i'm  not  opposed  to  hang  around  and  watch  you  for  a  bit.  are  you  able  to  talk  while  you  work?  i  would  love  to  know  about  your  day."

[ofalchcmy]

"not yet - but i did have to approve the final recipes so i could whip something up for you. it might not be as well-executed as the official thing, but it's worth a shot if you'd like anything." while she'd long outgrown having to tend a bar herself, the skill was kept in her repertoire - as were so many others, ready just in case disaster struck and another hand was needed. "i brought a couple outfit options but they're tucked away at the moment - i figured we'd be on a time crunch and i wouldn't have time to head home to choose. although i'm afraid your canvas might be a bit lack-luster today." despite her attempt at dismissing the compliment, tessa's cheeks flushed all the same - it'd been a couple years since viviane had come to town, but it was still surreal to have someone she'd once so admired in her midst. "i can multitask - we're nearly there and everyone's been briefed, so you'll have my full attention in a bit. want to go on a final walkthrough with me just to check that everything's in order before we set about making sure i look as fabulous as you?" her eyes skim over the flurry of people going about making sure st. agnes looks picture-perfect, shoulders relaxing a bit as she settles into their conversation. "thankfully things have been relatively smooth - even though i woke up at 5 am with a nightmare and a list of about a dozen things that could go wrong. we had a tiny mishaps with the floral delivery but romée came and saved the day. how has yours been?"

[ofalchcmy]

with ݁˖· ─ kai ( @icescraped ) where ݁˖· ─ ice skating rink

while tessa might not be fully sold on the excitement that the first game of the season had brought, even she could appreciate the fresh wave of hockey-mania that had filled the town. no doubt it wouldn't die out anytime soon, and she'd almost gotten used to the obsession that people had with the sport. truly, it was a feat to witness, even just the moves the blue hounds were pulling as their practice rolled to a close impressive - and tessa doubted that was only because of her own inability to balance and swing a stick simultaneously while on ice. "i think i missed you at the game a few days ago. although in all honesty, i'm much more excited to see you and the blue hounds on the rink. i know you're going to kill it this season." a bright, encouraging smile lit up her features as she greeted kai. "do you feel prepared? because... not to put pressure on you or anything - i already have some killer victory party ideas."

[ofalchcmy]

with ݁˖· ─ charlie ( @lcnleyhour ) where ݁˖· ─ nicolette's

quite often, tessa found herself exhausted after a day at work. wanting nothing more than to curl up on her couch, no people in sight - maybe a glass of wine and a book in hand or a favorite movie on play. but there were other days when going out, having a drink amongst friends ( or strangers ) was equally appealing, and on those she typically found herself at nicolette's after sam had acquired it, the antiquated interior slowly taking shape into something more appealing than when she'd first moved to montrouge. with the rush of holiday parties and events dying down now that a new year was upon them, tessa had found herself missing the crowd of people and chatter of voices. although perhaps not the act of overseeing an entire event to make sure it ran smoothly, and as she entered the familiar space, she made her way over to the first friendly face she saw ( who admittedly was also capable of pouring a very delicious cocktail. ) "were you working new year's? because i swear - i am wiped out and the year's barely started. it felt like people were going wild at st. agnes - although maybe that's the case every year and i'm just overestimating the chaos."

[ofalchcmy]

with ݁˖· ─ astrid ( @softprose ) where ݁˖· ─ the silver spoon

bundled up and racing home in an attempt to escape the chill that felt almost oppressive now that winter had truly settled in, she'd almost missed the figure sitting in the window of the silver spoon, hunched over a laptop and glowering at the screen. while it wasn't a familiar sight, tessa had the sneaking suspicion that it might not be entirely unfamiliar to astrid - and that maybe a month ago she might've been found in the same position, just in england. needless to say, it felt like a quick detour was necessary, if only to rescue a potential new friend from a look she was sure she sometimes had when staring at a schedule or a request that felt impossible to solve. times when she herself often wished for someone to distract her, if only so her mind could stop dwelling on what she was focused on, and perhaps she'd come up with a solution whenever she returned to it. stepping inside the diner, tessa took the seat opposite to astrid with a warm smile. "i believe it might be time i rescue you from your laptop - it looks like you're having a staring contest and losing. is the editing not going well?"

[ofalchcmy]

with ݁˖· ─ millie ( @hxneymind ) where ݁˖· ─ atelier fois

while years had passed since his own divorce papers had been signed, the memory of what it felt like when it had been fresh lingered. the feeling of searching for someone who was no longer beside you, of a loneliness that was different from the one felt when a marriage was still simply falling apart - and maybe it was different depending on circumstance, but he had to imagine it was hard all the same, especially during the holidays when so much seemed to be family-centric. it left him checking in on millie, perhaps more often than he might've done otherwise. although he enjoyed supporting his friends and seeing what they were up to, and always liked visiting the art gallery, a place so different from his own line of work, that it barely felt like he was doing anything at all. "have you got some new artists in? i don't remember seeing these the last time i came." his eyes squinted, trying his best to read the vision the artist was attempting to convey, even though his ability to interpret was sorely lacking and after a moment longer he turned towards millie, holding out a coffee. "i thought i'd stop by and bring you a boost of caffeine, since i haven't seen you all year. have you been getting off to a good start?"

[ofalchcmy]

with ݁˖· ─ pippa ( @witchdances ) where ݁˖· ─ the silver spoon

since the school's production of the nutcracker for christmas, nicolas had heard little else than countless renditions about the show. while he wasn't sure if it was the tutus and visions of people leaping around in magical costumes that had ensnared sofía's heart, or an actual love of dance, it didn't really matter. even if the infatuation only lasted for a couple of months, he'd promised to always indulge the little girl's hobbies and support her in every road she wanted to go down. it'd taken some tracking down - a run in with the production's art coordinator pointing him pippa's direction and he'd been relieved when they'd agreed to meet with him. "my niece is obsessed with you. you're practically a celebrity in our household." he said by way of greeting, a hand reaching out as he introduced himself. "thanks for coming - i'm nicolas rojas - sofía's uncle. i watched a couple of the practices but i don't think we got a chance to meet." there was something familiar about the woman, a faint recognition that didn't want to place itself, but he supposed in a town as small as montrogue that wasn't surprising.

[ofalchcmy]

with ݁˖· ─ cordelia ( @s0livance ) where ݁˖· ─ st. laurentius

the slow-ease back into real life that seemed to have overtaken most of montrouge could not be found in the hospital - the same hustle that he'd grown accustomed to over the years greeting him as nicolas stepped through the familiar doors. illness and accidents didn't take a day off, and although he was a bit early, there was the familiar temptation to make his way straight to the trauma center and get a head-start. but instead nicolas made a brief detour, stopping by the department that he likely visited the most frequently outside his normal rotation, although typically as a concerned parent more than anything else. with a sharp knock on cordelia's door, he made his way into her office. "i promise i'm not coming to bother you about sofía. she's been kept bundled up and miraculously survived without catching any stray cold. probably thanks to that flu-shot you gave her." a smile crept on the corner of his lips, taking in the paperwork and notes that took over cordelia's workspace. "i hope you managed to take some time off for the holidays?"

[ofalchcmy]

with ݁˖· ─ declan ( @kcarneys ) where ݁˖· ─ nicolas's home

he'd never normally consider himself the sentimental sort - his house was ordered, work-station sanitized, no room for frivolous clutter. but some things had changed, and almost 6 years into living in montrouge had left him with a house that was slowly becoming overcrowded. boxes of toys and clothes that sofía had outgrown, a garage with packed away containers he hadn't brought himself to open since he'd gone through his brother's home and packed up the pieces, those little knick-knacks that you acquired through simply living. likely an afternoon worth of cleaning things out wouldn't make much of an impact, but the start of the new year had left nicolas craving a bit more order. "pretty sure it was unfair of me to bribe you with tea for this - even if i have yet to fully understand the obsession." he greeted declan with a smile, gesturing for him to step inside. "it might not be spring yet, but i figured the new year's just a good a time as any to start getting rid of some of these old things. maybe i can donate some for the thrift market?" the prospect of going through even some of the boxes had seemed daunting, and when declan had offered his company, nicolas had been grateful for the idea of having moral support ( and likely a fellow parent who could advise him on what childhood artifacts were important to keep and which would only be thrown out in a few years time anyways. ) "did you manage to have a good start of the year?"

[ofsundays]

who: alex + open (0/2)

where: new years picnic

alex had shown up earlier than most, bundled in a heavy coat, hands wrapped around a paper cup of coffee as the square slowly came back to life. the night before still lingered in the air, stray glitter on the pavement, the quiet aftermath of celebration: but this felt gentler, meant for kids tugging mittens on and parents moving at half speed.

he lingered near the edge of the picnic tables, watching volunteers set things up, offering help where he could before being waved off with familiar smiles. it was the kind of morning he liked, unhurried, forgiving. when he finally settled, he glanced up as someone approached, a soft smile already there.

“rough night?” he asked lightly, nodding toward the late start and the bundled families trickling in. “i figured if the fireworks are the last thing we see this season, we might as well ease into it.” he shifted his cup from one hand to the other, posture open. “you sticking around for the whole thing, or just passing through?”

[ofalchcmy]

what no one had prepared him for was the sheer amount of activities you had to participate in as a parent. playdates, sports, arts, dance - the list seemed endless as sofía's interests changed with each new day. he'd long realized that, if he wasn't called into work, holidays were no longer for relaxing - but for whatever adventure had caught her eye. although nicolas supposed a picnic wasn't the worst way to spend the start of a fresh year, and as long as she was happy, he really had no reason to complain. having just had the chance to grab a much needed cup of coffee, he turned towards the voice, a smile quirking on the corner of the lips. "oh, most definitely." his expression is fond as he glances back at the little girl, clustered amongst a group of her friends as they work on crafting colorful journals for the new year together. "sofía wanted to stay up until midnight, then begged me to wake her up right before when she, predictably, started falling asleep around nine. really exciting night." "how about you?" it's not surprising to see alex here, families scattered around the square that probably would miss his familiar presence, but he doubts the man's reasons for coming are solely out of obligation alone. "i don't think i'd be forgiven if i left before the fireworks end, besides - it's not everyday we get to welcome in a fresh start like this. are you helping out with everything here or able to relax and enjoy?"

[lov3shot]

[    starter    ]    closed  to  tessa  marin  (  @ofalchcmy  ). [    where    ]    st.  agnes'  ski  resort. [    notes    ]    2pm  on  the  31st  of  december,  2025.

as  a  mother  of  a  precocious,  highly  energetic  toddler,  rome  was  used  to  waking  up  early  but  as  someone  with  three  siblings  (  who  were  all  in  town  ),  she  was  used  to  having  a  little  siesta  in  the  afternoon  while  one  of  them  kept  babette  entertained  as  their  daily  tax  payment  for  the  years  she  had  served  as  an  illegal  car  parts  mule.  (  not  that  she  would  say  as  much,  since  her  brothers  were  nerds  and  pippa  was  more  likely  to  flip  her  off  than  appreciate  it  ─  no  sense  of  humor  in  any  of  them.  )  according  to  her  smart  watch,  she  was  just  in  the  thick  of  deep  sleep  when  her  phone  buzzed  enough  times  to  wake  her  and  a  familiar  name  flashed  across  the  screen. not  one  she  could  cuss  out  or  ignore,  unfortunately,  so  rome  tugged  on  her  pants  and  drove  to  the  florists,  and  then  to  the  ski  resort,  squinting  up  at  the  decorated  exterior. ❝  what  the  fuck  is  with  the  flowers  in  december  ?  ❞  an  unconventional  greeting,  perhaps,  but  a  warranted  one  considering  her  nose  was  dripping  to  high  hell  with  the  flowers  in  the  back  of  her  truck.  ❝  i  better  be  getting  one  of  those  for  my  troubles,  tessa.  ❞  a  finger  points  towards  the  waiters,  carrying  in  crates  of  champagne.  ❝  do  you  have  a  tissue  ?  i'm  leaking  like  a  faucet  here.  ❞

[ofalchcmy]

"you can't have an event without flowers, rome! they're essential for setting the mood." her reply comes half distracted, a fond roll of her eyes accompanying the statement as tessa moves to glance at the array of florals in romée's truck. carefully cataloging the bunches of white lilies, carnations, and roses as she does a cursory itinerary check. "you're a lifesaver by the way, i can't thank you enough. i know it's a holiday for you and you'd probably much rather be at home." as she turns back, she follows the point of her friend's fingers, watching as it extends towards the bottles of champagne and other liquor currently being brought inside in preparation. "have i ever deprived you of proper compensation? you'll be getting one of those plus an appetizer sampler. unless you're staying for the party? then i'll obviously have to think of something better - maybe a spa day? or a cake tasting?" it's only at the next question that she fully takes romée in, eyes widening in horror at the sight before her. "oh my god, are you sick?" her hands dig through the little bag she always has around her waist - filled to the brim with pens, band-aids, stain-removers, and thankfully a spare packet of tissues. "you should have told me! i would have never asked for you to come." shame sneaks into her as she glances back at the bouquets still waiting to be unloaded. of course she'd known that with each spring bloom, rome had battled allergy season, but with the rush of the holidays and a million other things on her mind, tessa hadn't stopped to think about sending her out to fetch some flowers. "it's not the flowers, is it? are you allergic?"

[snowcys-deactivated20260125]

STARTER CALL ft. @ofalchcmy (tessa)

WHERE: skating rink

" how do they feel? comfortable? " on her knees, sam observed the skates laced to tessa's feet, a good model for beginners that would hopefully avoid any blisters on the following days. " let's try to stand up, hold onto my arm " with blue eyes on tessa, she stood up on her own pair of skates, pink guards shielding the blade from that carpet area away from ice. " try not to think too much about balance right now " an old tip skogen got from one of her first coaches many years ago. " we can slowly walk towards the rink. "

[ofalchcmy]

"a little snug - but i think that's how it should be, right?" there's that familiar tug of wanting to excel and not embarrass herself as she glances at the skates on her feet, reminded of her past couple times on the rink - clutching at the railing and the training aids or a friend's hand. but she trusts sam, knows that the other woman won't hold it against her even if she falls flat on her face. which makes it easier to relinquish control - at least a bit. a soft chuckle leaves her lips, an eyebrow raising in skepticism at sam's advice. "so basically, go against my better instincts?" despite her words, she reaches for sam's arm, unsteady - even more so than when she first learned to walk in heels, but at least it doesn't feel like her feet will buckle out from underneath her, so tessa figures that should count as progress. "i feel like bambi learning to walk for the first time - but probably not as cute."

[witchdances]

when  :  31st  december  2025

where  :  st.  agnes  ski  resort

with  :  tessa  martin @ofalchcmy

although  st.  agnes  hasn't  been  her  humble  abode  for  many  years  now,  the  resort  would  always  have  a  soft  spot  in  her  heart  and  viviane  would  be  damned  if  she  would  spend  her  new  years  anywhere  else.  maybe  the  excitement  is  overpouring,  though,  because  the  woman  arrives  way  before  the  recommended  time  —  so  much  so,  there  are  still  people  going  around  putting  tables  and  chairs  and  glasses  in  their  place.  "tessa!"  she  greets.  viviane  has  known  many  event  planners  over  the  years,  but  she  hasn't  met  as  many  meticulous  workers  as  the  other  woman,  and  that's  half  a  compliment,  half  a  complaint,  but,  hey,  as  long  as  she's  having  fun,  right?  "i  may  be  a  little  early.  well,  no  matter.  do  you  need  any  help?  i  have  my  make  up  palette  in  the  purse,  too."  the  former  model  gives  her  friend  a  look  over,  wondering  if  her  assistance  will  be  necessary  in  a  fashion  disaster  or  not.

[ofalchcmy]

even before tessa had started working at st. agnes, those last couple days before the new years always felt like they were crammed with tying up loose ends and forming resolutions and plans for a fresh start. now, with the yearly bash and holiday festivities, it felt like she was barely human for the whole month of december. but she loved it, the joy on people's faces as sparklers lit up the night and music swirled around them enough to warrant all the work that went into creating the perfect night. "-and we need some more linens on the cocktail tables in the atrium..." as she's checking off an item on her tablet, her head turns at the voice, not crackling through her walkie, but from a ( not so ) surprise visitor. "viviane!" while not as flustered as she might've been a couple years earlier, she still chances a glance across the floor, glad that the party coming into formation does look at least halfway decent and not like it had at the start of the day. "i need you to grab yourself a mocktail and an appetizer and relax. i won't have you helping out when we're nearly all set. although..." she hasn't had the chance to glance in the mirror since she set off this morning, and while she might've swiped on a bit of mascara and some blush, it's not nearly party-esque enough for new years eve. "i might take you up on a little make-over. i don't think my eye-shadow has ever looked as good as when you've done it."

[ofalchcmy]

do  you  know  TESSA MARIN  ?  she  is  that  EVENT PLANNER  that  works  at  ST. AGNES  …  no  ?  really  ?  i  hear  they  are  responsible  and  gracious  but  i’ve  also  seen  them  being  reserved  and  meticulous.  they  have  been  around  town  for  TEN  of  their  THIRTY-THREE  years  of  age,  and  whenever  i  see  them,  i  am  reminded  of  a binder crammed to the brink with notes, details scribbled in the margins, and sticky notes with reminders plastered over pages + heels clutched in hand as the party ends + a lifetime of keeping the peace, watching others, and trying to curate happiness.  they  even  look  like  that  GRETA ONIEOGOU  and  i  remember  hearing  history of man by maisie peters  blaring  out  of  their  earphones  that  one  time.  do  you  know  who  i’m  talking  about  now  ?

᯽  ⸻   BASICS.

full name: tessa grace marin nickname: tba age/date of birth: 33 / september 4th zodiac sign: virgo gender identity: cis woman (she/her) hometown: boston, massachusetts. current location: montrogue, quebec time in town: 10 years sexual orientation: pansexual religion: agnostic occupation: event planner, st. agnes

᯽  ⸻   PERSONALITY.

labels: the helping hand , the activist , the peacekeeper positive traits: warm , caring , reliable , generous , esthetic negative traits: secretive , critical , passive , solitary , diplomatic hobbies: volunteering , pilates , gardening , reading , trying to take up some snowsports languages spoken: english , french instruments played: piano favorite color: sage, lavender

᯽  ⸻   BIOGRAPHY.

there is magic to be found amidst the sea, but for tessa, it was hard to spot growing up. with a rocky home-life, she learned early on not to depend on her father and be a sponge for her mother's issues. divorce never seemed to be an option for her parents, no matter how many arguments and fights her family endured and sometimes she wished there could simply be a clean break.

reserved and shy, tessa had trouble fitting in with her peers; too afraid of not being accepted to be anything more than a wallflower. often, she felt like she was wilting, like a plant without enough sunlight and water. her lack of a social life & need for distraction from her home life ensured she did well in school, and inadvertently excelling in that gave her an escape.

college was life-changing for her, and it was here where tessa felt like she could finally bloom. unburdened by her parent's strife and gaining a newfound confidence to discover who she wanted to be, tessa sought to live out all the experiences she'd missed while growing up. no day was taken for granted, no opportunity was turned down, the joy of finally having her independence a freedom that she hadn't been aware she was chasing.

joining a sorority gave her an instant group of friends, alongside the chance to take charge and plan events and parties. for someone who had spent so many years of her life on the sidelines, she'd picked up an uncanny ability to transform people's wishes into a reality, even when they might not necessarily know how to voice what they want. from volunteer activities to bashes, tessa became people's go to planner, and when it came to choosing where she might see her future, the path was clear.

while her favorite activities might have been social advocacy programs, tessa knew she wanted a job that was stable, which would allow her to do what she loved on the side.

a sliver of her heart will forever be saved for boston, with it's hustle and hub for culture and innovation - without which she might never have been shaped into the person she is today. but the excuse to only fly back home for special occasions made a town like montrogue a perfect choice for tessa, grateful for the distance it affords her from her parents.

with it's quaint charm and less hectic pace, it feels more like a home than boston ever did, and she's come to adore everything about the place and she loves helping others plan for their big events. her home life taught her how to deal with rowdy guests and exacting parents, and her college days made her meticulous about perfecting every detail.

᯽  ⸻   CONNECTIONS.

relationship status:  single. current partners(s):  none. past relationships / flings: tba. family:  mother ( jasmine marin ) . father ( noah marin ) . roommates:  none. ᯽  ⸻ WANTED ( work in progress ) the best friend:  a confidant and platonic soulmate, someone who's there for every high and low and everything in between. event connection:  maybe tessa has helped them plan a party of any sort, maybe tessa has worked with them to organize an event, maybe they were an unruly guest or someone who caused trouble for her, lots of opportunities here ! volunteering companion:  tessa loves giving back to her community and tries to stay active in various organizations to help causes when she can, this would be someone who shares the same interests and is eager to come along. the parent - adjacent figure:  perhaps someone connected to her parents (  friend, neighbor, coworker  ) or simply someone who tessa looks up to as a mentor, who might've taken her in and shown her the ropes and made her feel at home in a place she wasn't sure she'd settle down in. flirtationship: while everything else about tessa screams commitment, relationships are the one aspect where she is hesitant and quick to remove herself at the first sign of conflict. she's scared of falling into the same trap as her parents, and never wants to be in a place where she feels like she'll end up living in a home filled with fights and conflict once again after she worked so hard to remove herself from one before. the skeptic:  someone who questions tessa's character, who wonders if she's truly as put together as she makes herself seem or who gets annoyed by her attempts to mend any situation she sees in need of repair.

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do  you  know  NICOLAS ROJAS  ?  he  is  that  TRAUMA SURGEON  that  works  at  ST. LAURENTIUS  …  no  ?  really  ?  i  hear  they  are  assertive  and  resourceful  but  i’ve  also  seen  them  being  rigid  and  calculating.  they  have  been  around  town  for  SIX  of  their  FOURTY-FIVE  years  of  age,  and  whenever  i  see  them,  i  am  reminded  of  a longing for home that never quite feels fulfilled no matter all your accomplishments + traces of blood that linger and haunt long past any physical evidence has been cleaned away + echoes of a child's laughter that promise an unsteady peace .  they  even  look  like  that  SANTIAGO CABRERA  and  i  remember  hearing  butchered tongue by hozier  blaring  out  of  their  earphones  that  one  time.  do  you  know  who  i’m  talking  about  now  ?

᯽  ⸻   BASICS.

full name: nicolas mateo rojas nickname: tba age/date of birth: 45 / april 18th zodiac sign: taurus gender identity: cis man (he/him) hometown: curicó, chile current location: montrogue, quebec time in town: 6 years sexual orientation: bi-sexual religion: lapsed catholic ( truly more of an atheist but doesn't want to admit it ) occupation: trauma surgeon, st. laurentius

᯽  ⸻   PERSONALITY.

labels: the prodigy , the stoic , the phoenix positive traits: innovative , charismatic , disciplined , steadfast , purposeful negative traits: impersonal , private , preoccupied , abrasive , critical hobbies: hockey , cooking , football languages spoken: spanish , english , french instruments played: guitar favorite color: sapphire, maroon

᯽  ⸻   BIOGRAPHY.

trigger warnings: infertility, ivf, car accident, death

the expectation that he would excel was rooted in nicolas since childhood. he was the oldest, and therefore had to set an example. his parents might not have cared where he set his direction - as long as it was something that could be guaranteed success. childhood hobbies such as playing fútbol with his friends or picking up the guitar were frowned upon - and so nicolas surrendered himself to his studies - his interest driving him down the path towards medicine and healthcare services.

after an argument with his father and years of feeling stifled in his hometown, he made the rash decision to leave home for university, finding himself all the way in canada for his studies.

his first few years in montreal were difficult - a combination of trying to adjust to a different culture and language, his studies often overwhelming, not to mention missing home and family.

the offer of a residency in montreal was hard to resist - a job he'd been striving for, the promise of finding something high paying and respectable, in a city he'd grown to love and found love in. while the program was hard, nicolas flourished - feeling as if he'd finally found everything he was meant to achieve.

after several long years and countless exams later, he was offered a position on the trauma team at montreal general hospital. with his position set, nicolas finally felt ready to settle down and within a year he was married and had convinced his brother to come join him in the city he'd found home in.

their marriage was already crumbling long before it ended; long shifts at the hospital, the ache for a child that seemed more impossible to achieve with every negative pregnancy test and round of ivf, the silence that followed with each new pregancy that was announced by family and friends a growing gulf between the two that nicolas didn't know how to bridge.

he saw the resentment on his wife's face when he held his niece for the first time, and truly it was simply the final blow to what was already a shattered marriage. in the end, he couldn't blame her for anything - only hold the quiet wish that things could have ended differently and they could have found joy in each other once more - but he signed the divorce papers anyways with the hope that it would give them both an opportunity for something better.

the call came like any other - so frequent, it was almost normal. car accident. three victims. critical. he didn't think anything of it until he was barred from the operating room, another surgeon taking over in his place and he was left with only his worries and fears.

while it might have been the right call - they were his family and who knew if he would have been able to operate without his emotions clouding his judgement, nicolas has never been able to forgive the doctors on duty who weren't able to save his brother and sister in law, while at the same time being eternally grateful that the youngest addition to their family had managed to survive.

it wasn't a question who would take the little girl in, and all of the sudden he was the person in charge of her future. a parental figure when he'd given up the hope of ever being one.

stricken with grief and a need for change, he found the town of montrogue while searching for job openings. close enough to montreal that it wasn't as if he was completely abandoning everything, but far enough away that it felt like a fresh start.

as sofía's guardian, he's set himself new standards, wanting to be the best replacement for his brother as he can. taking time off and being a playmate doesn't come naturally to him, and while each day comes with new frustrations, it's never directed at his niece.

᯽  ⸻   CONNECTIONS.

relationship status:  divorced ( catherine rousseau ) . current partners(s):  none. past relationships / flings: tba. family:  mother ( valentina rojas, deceased ) . father ( mateo rojas, deceased ) . brother ( benjamín rojas, deceased ) . niece ( sofía isidora rojas, 7 ) ᯽  ⸻ WANTED ( work in progress ) the best friend: either someone from his past who's been beside him for major life events or someone he's grown close to after moving to montrogue. someone who knows his secrets and haunts and who's shared the same. the old ghost:  someone who knew nicolas before he came to montrogue, who remembers aspects of who he was before his brother passed and isn’t sure how to reconcile that with who he is now. co-worker:  open to anyone who also works at st. laurentius - could be someone he's got a friendly rivalry with, someone he's mentoring, someone with whom he can decompress after a stressful day at work, etc. the babysitter / helping hand:  someone who nicolas trusts to watch sofía whenever he has a long shift at the hospital ; likely someone with whom he's grown close to and hopes that they'll be another positive influence on the girl when he's had to make up for both of the parental figures she's lost. casual fling: he tells himself he's not searching for anyone at the moment. content with a couple dates here and there, enough to quiet any lingering wants, but not enough to warrant any form of commitment that he's not sure he's suited for anymore.