you wouldn’t expect someone like fletcher ‘fletch’ knox a 53 year-old radio host, to turn heads walking into the gas station on main, but there’s something about them that makes you look twice. maybe it’s the new balance 993 tracking in dust from the outskirts, or the sharp ringtone blaring you and who's army? by radiohead when their phone lights up. they say their favorite movie is twilight zone (1983) and they’ve got the kind of face (think matthew lillard) that locals swear they’ve seen before. when pressed, they describe themselves in fragments: moleskin notebooks filled with sketches, coordinates and erratic journal entries ; a portable radio scanner always switched on ; a corkboard filled with conspiracies, old newspaper clippings and lots of red string ; an analog tape record consisting of many conspiratorial ramblings. and for the record? the thing they won’t talk about, ▇▇▇▇, is probably the reason they haven’t left yet.
𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚂
name: fletch alaric knox
nickname(s): fletch
age: 53
date of birth: august 3rd
place of birth: irwinville, indiana
residence: irwinville, indiana.
orientation: demisexual
significant other: none right now
occupation: radio host
faceclaim: matthew lillard
height: 6’4”
build: lanky, long limbed, wiry
scars / tattoos: small burn scar on his forearm from equipment malfunction, finger pad calluses, thin knife scar on his collarbone
aesthetic: cassette tapes stacked haphazardly, grainy film footage, crackling of emergency radios, multiple cups of cold coffee, walls full of red thread and newspaper clippings, handwritten journals with obsessive ramblings, oversized flannel shirts, faded military jacket with sewn on patches, fingerless gloves even in the summer, cigarette tucked behind his ear, leather satchel full of notes, radios, polaroids and a pocketknife
scent: dust, nicotine, aged paper, woodsmoke, rainwater thats been sitting
vices: caffeine addiction, nicotine dependency, compulsive note taking, self isolation, paranoia, doom scrolling through old vhs tapes, listening to past audio logs, people watching in a surveillance type of way
fears: the truth never being revealed, bring proven wrong or as a fraud, people getting close, silence, losing his mind entirely
loves: old technology, storms, pattern recognition, someone he one loved, listening to old audios as a form of relaxation
personality: talks in a stream of consciousness, like watching a ted talker drink too much caffeine. paranoid but strategically charming. fluctuates between manic brilliance and burnout. deeply skeptical and yet wildly gullible if it falls in line to his theories
mental state: teeters between brilliance and madness with one too many sleepless nights, too many unanswered questions. obsessive, erratic, and absolutely not okay but is also sharp, perceptive. he might seem crazy, but what if he’s not?
𝙰𝚃 𝙰 𝙶𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴
tucked away in the crooked remains of an old trailer home in new haven, fletcher knox has spent the better part of four decades chasing the shadows of the strange incidents that plague irwinville. once a curious boy who saw something he shouldn’t have, he’s since become the town’s neurotic madman.
with nicotine stained fingers and walls papered in red string maps, he documents the strange happenings that continue to unfold. they say he talks to the dead—or to them, or maybe just to himself. no one’s sure, but fletcher is. he knows something is behind all of this, and he won’t stop until the truth is out.
𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂
› struggles with chronic insomnia, not helped by his addition to caffeine, and often takes naps in short, paranoid bursts
› uses old tech exclusively, not trusting the age of new phones or computers
› a former doomsday prepper who fully believed in the y2k conspiracy, and still does, keeping a disaster bag on hand
› keeps stacks of spiral notebooks hidden out of sight from any wandering eyes, not that he has many guests
› still wears the watch his father gifted him, even though it long stopped working, he refuses to fix it. even a broken clock is right twice a day
› keeps a revolver in his bedside drawer, never loaded and more of a scare tactic
› sometimes replays the same grainy vhs on loop for days at a time
𝙼𝙸𝚇𝚃𝙰𝙿𝙴
𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙖
rockwell, somebody's watching me
radiohead, you and who's army?
eurythmics, sweet dreams (are made of these)
the romantics, talking in your sleep
the cure, pictures of you
𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙗
david bowie, ashes to ashes
pink floyd, welcome to the machine
the police, roxanne
steve miller band, abracadabra
electric light orchestra, mr blue sky
theartofmadeline
yousharknotpass
jacobvanloon
pixelskylines
vaporwave
titsay
izzy806
areudirty
