[ GEORGE MACKAY. CIS MALE. HE/HIM. ] [ ROCKY MARCH ] is a [ TWENTY EIGHT ] year old [ LIFEGUARD ] at camp reviere. [ HE ] makes me think of [ A CAR WINDOW THAT WON’T ROLL UP, FLOWER TATTOOS, A LOUD MOUTH AND A QUICK WIT ]. their favorite horror movie is [ THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE ] and they remind me of [ DARRY JENNER ]. [ kaylee. 28. est. she/her. ]
headcanons:
death tw, trauma tw, dead body tw
rocky had a genuinely normal life. he grew up in st. genevieve with his parents and sister and was relatively well liked and popular in school. he was excited for college, as was his sister but the siblings had very different motivations. while his sister had wanted to get away from their home town and family, rocky was excited for the whole experience. he wanted to party, he wanted to meet new people, widen his horizons. since he and his sister attended school in the same place, they often drove home for breaks together. the two were close, always had been. of course they fought constantly, but they had their own language.
while still in high school, rocky’s best friend had been in a fatal car accident with his girlfriend. rocky struggled with the loss, but put up a good front for the world. he smiled and he healed along with the timeline everyone else expected and pushed his really feelings further and further down.
during one spring break in college, a few years later, he and his sister were run off the road while driving home. the truck had been terrifying, almost as terrifying as the old church they’d stopped at while looking for help after the accident. they found no residence, but while investigating what sounded to rocky like someone calling for help, he accidentally stumbled into a serial killers lair. or that’s what he assumed it had been, the basement of the church had been filled with dead bodies, including ones he insisted were his deceased friends. but what were they doing there?
rocky and his sister fled the sight in search for the nearest phone, but by the time the police arrived on the scene the old church had been engulfed in flames. most of the remains and evidence were lost and rocky was treated like he’d made the whole thing up.
the only clue anyone had to the arson was rocky, his sister, and old creepy truck that witnesses had seen driving away from the church before the fire. but without proof rocky’s story sounded insane, the exaggerated imagination of a traumatized boy. of course he saw his dead best friend, but it was just a delusion. they believed he’d found something, but the details tended to get watered down as the investigation went on.
no one ever found the old truck and local police got real tired of answering rocky’s phone calls. as far as police were concerned, the case was cold, but rocky refused to give up until he tracked down the driver of that old truck. this time, he wasn’t going to move on to make people comfortable.
it’s been a decade since his best friend died, but rocky is still investigating his murder and what he saw. in the meantime he’s moved back to st. genevieve permanently and taken a job at his dad’s auto body shop.
he went to camp reverie every year as a kid and began working there during his summers in college. he still likes spending his summers there as a life guard.
he’s a confident and cocky person, with a quit wit and a big mouth. he’s never been afraid to speak his mind or ruffle some feathers.
has a rose tattoo on his stomach.
when he’s not on duty he’s always wearing his beat up black converse. he’s had them for years but refuses to get rid of them until they completely fall apart.
has nightmares nearly constantly.
get paranoid everytime he hears an old car he can’t see or the sound of a truck horn.
reads a lot of true crime and is fascinated by the recent fbi’s studies on what they call serial killers.
watches a lot of late night tv, especially psychic networks. he occasionally calls in, but is mostly fascinated by the whole concept. he does talk a lot to one particular host, Miss Jezelle.