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Jo had been raised to expect the unexpected in life. Monsters were real, it was real fun to take ‘em out, and always make sure you check under your bed, in your shower and in your closet before you hit the pillow that night. However, nothing had quite prepared her to become Alice in Wonderland and find herself sucked out of her reality and promptly plopped into this one. She spent a few days feeling relatively frazzled, but once she got the lay of the land, she took it in stride. After all, that was what Harvelles did…even if it did suck not knowing where you were, what was happening, and not seeing a single familiar face whatsoever. She stayed on alert, a few knives on her person and her pistol tucked into the back of her jeans, and took a step back to observe rather than try to interact right away.
However, there was one familiarity she could find comfort in no matter where she went, and here was no exception: cheap beer and crappy bar food. Cheese fries were usually her devil of choice, and by damn they were good. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand after taking a drink from her glass, she felt eyes on her from the side, and she glanced over at the other beside her. “If you buy me another plate of fries, I’ll even let you stare up close.”
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it’s the S U F F O C A T I N G haze: the roar of thunder in a storm except it’s no longer a roar and he can’t hear it —- the whisper that is ( there are a million ways to feel like the puzzle wasn’t slotting together and yet this seemed like a piece that didn’t want to be seen ). so he’s distracted, there’s something about the coffee in reprieve; the taste, the smell. it makes him wonder why anyone would want to be anywhere else and without knowing it, that might just be the BIGGEST problem. “ sure, ” he speaks absently, tries to make his features appear far more present and yet his attention is captured by something different about her and he’s not EXACTLY shy regarding questioning something that doesn’t make sense. “ you been in reprieve long? ” he lets a laugh emit, some attempt to alleviate the atmosphere to something a little more light. “ not that you have to answer that —- stranger danger and all that. ”
( alex fitzalan, 21, he/him ) welcome to san francisco, SPENCER LOUGHTY. rumor has it they are a REAPER, from SUPERNATURAL, but only they could tell you the truth! they reside in the ECHO district. when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine DANCING IN EMPTY STREETS, SCUFFED DOC MARTENS & THE SMELL OF CIGARETTE SMOKE.
NAME: spencer loughty.
NICKNAMES: spenc, lou.
GENDER: cismale.
ROMANTIC & SEXUAL ORIENTATION: panromantic/pansexual with poly tendencies.
AGE: 21.
BIRTHDAY: 17th of april ( aries ).
HEIGHT: 6′ 0″.
OCCUPATION/STATUS: college student/collector of souls.
ETHNICITY: caucasian.
HAIR COLOUR/LENGTH: brown, mid-short and wavy.
EYE COLOUR: brown.
PHYSICAL BUILD: lanky with some muscle but nothing significant.
so we’d all love a nice wholesome story: mom meets mom, dad etc. they have spencer and all is good in the world ( insert mr blue sky playing to some soft sunny montage ). except it was more like, mom walks into a bar meets a guy ( sam winchester ) in one nightstand, she ends up pregnant and nine months later there’s spencer.
mr. blue sky still plays, 2010 in a small town in the south. mother and son happy or at least appear to be; his mother is overworked and probably didn’t need a screaming baby to come home to or to have to pay the neighbors to watch him while she was gone and the irony is she loves him and he loves her…
then he’s 15, he waits for his mom to come home and she doesn’t; he’s unsurprised, as all by myself plays in the background he recalls every argument they’d had and his mother merely just wanted peace.
she moves in with her boyfriend, some questionable dude that looks like he listens to folk songs and prays too often ( at least it’s nice to see people having a little faith – insert faith by george michael ). and spencer moves in with the neighbors, not a real family, and hardly equipped to take care of him but they try and they try well.
spencer is smart, tests well, and weirdly get away with not looking like some nerdy teen who watches star trek on repeat. he dates whoever, sometimes finds that he forgets gender exists and seems to love people too much ( or at least care too much ).
by the time he graduates high school, he exceeds expectations. heads off to princeton in some effort to free himself of ties to his hometown though he calls the family that helped him out every day and asks how his mom is ( regardless of how little she seemed to care ) and all goes well.
three years in and he’s happy or as happy as he can be, in a relationship with a couple of people, he’d say college was for experimenting but he just enjoyed the love and being able to give it out. and then it all goes to shit…
his bag gets caught on something and he tugs at it, probably too invested in saving the bag he has from complete ruin, that the road behind him isn’t a concern. he pulls and it’s free but he’s falling and he breaks his left leg weirdly the agony of that seemed easier than what was coming; before he knows it he’s hit by a car. they don’t stop and he doesn’t die straight away; his lungs fill with blood until he suffocates to death.
but at least he’s off to heaven right and as forever young plays, he finds out just how wrong he is. shout out to the literal being death saying not today bitch and there he becomes a reaper. finds himself in sf and the rest is history.
in the early days, he’d go visit back home and watch his mom or the family that took care of him but it got too painful after a while…so did watching his own funeral.
PERSONALITY
let’s see he’s soft and quirky, he is nerdier than he appears and he has a tendency to want to sit in the same space for hours and talk or run around the streets singing and dancing to terrible music that he only got into because his mom left it behind when she yeeted. he’s a loving person, an honest one, and empathetic to a degree. once he’s known a person for anywhere from a day to a week, he’s happy to be affectionate aka. divebomb hugs and all that jazz. he also tries to be funny and isn’t so that’s all fun and games.
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