hi, all! i'm ivory (21+, they/them) with seo haedam, who you can find either giving tours over at evergreen horse farm (yes, that is definitely hay in his hair), fixing up his parent's old house on yellow street, most likely covered in some shade of paint, or delivering a homemade jar of apricot jam at your doorstep, courtesy of his mother. (remember to praise the mountain for which it's given us.) you can read more about him underneath the read more or find more information at his profile, or take a look at his plots, and if you leave a like, then i'll come find you in dm's soon!
born in gaenari in '98, an only child but a descendent of some of the oldest families who settled in the beginnings of the town. mainly on his father's side, while his mother's family came later
ever since then, his father's family has passed down a sort of worshipping of the mountain, and it's all that haedam's ever known. his entire family regards the mountain as an entity akin to a god, and they worship in their own ways with knowledge passed down generation to generation
he gets a high school education but finds himself right into work once it's done, because what his parents believe in is giving back to the mountain, and in turn they receive the benefits. he starts working at evergreen horse farm giving horse tours and lessons with how well he gets along with the animals, but finds himself encountering many stories from the people he meets of the world beyond
his parents don't really believe in the newest wave of technology or anything really past the town, and the phone that he does have is simple, just like his parents, and the shitty, old desktop computer they have at home doesn't do much for him either
his father works at a nearby farm while his mother sells jams and pickles out of their home which haedam usually delivers. they grow a lot of the ingredients out back in a greenhouse they have, and haedam's often there himself, tending to what they grow, in his free time
while he does work at the farm, he does a lot of work taking care of his parents and their house. he does so with his grandparents, too, who also reside in yellow creek, and repairs and deals with the old houses that are breaking around them
he's also built a habit of leaving poetry and words scribbled across random bits of paper he finds around town. newspapers, napkins, fliers, ripped from journals. it's always done in red ink, but he never signs it off as himself. it's a lot of things he'd never say out loud, and the only way he really feels heard without worry of who's listening to him say it
while he's always believed in what his parents tell him, it's been a slow progression of his own guilt and curiosity as he finds he wants to know more about his family. what they did to get here, how they stayed, what the mountain really gives them
even though he's never questioned it before, he finds himself looking for answers wherever he might find them, while still trying to maintain who he believes his parents want him to be, the son that gives back to the mountain, and praises the mountain, and does as he should in return to what he's been given
and the more curious he gets, the more covering his trail gets even harder to bear. always having been calm, quiet, and reserved, it's only getting more and more evident the weight on his shoulders of all of these thoughts lately, and only time will tell just what he'll do with all of it
and i do have some plots already here, but i'll leave just a few ideas of places to start!
others who grew up in gaenari, too, and probably had many classes together over the years. your family often buys jams and pickles from his mother, or your parents know his parents from long ago, and you've attended dinners together, visited each other's houses, played in the lawn and heard and saw the reverence with which him and his family treated everything from the mountain
you're new to gaenari and he's eager to hear more about what it's like outside of town. he's happy to show you around, or to tell you more about what he does know
you start to think there's something about this mountain, too and you want to know more just like he does
you've always wondered just where all of that faith that his family has comes from and ask him about it, always wondered what he was always repeating underneath his breath, a familiar habit
you keep finding these little red-written notes around town and think something should be done about it. either you're collecting them or throwing them away or making your own spin on the notes, but he starts to notice and asks you about it
you're both somewhere you shouldn't be. you're both going to take this secret with you even into the daylight
you've noticed he's off, lately. there's something about him that doesn't match up with the usual haedam you've always known, but he's not really budging with an answer, and you keep asking him about it. maybe one of these days he'll finally let it all out, even what he doesn't tell those red signed notes
you also know a thing or two about family tradition, and what's expected of you, and how it clashes with what you feel inside of your heart, and it's one of the only things you two can relate on
you know what it's like, to have a duty and to want to leave it, and you also get the feeling of wanting to run away. so you do, even if it's only for a little while, you run as fast and as far at the night will take you, only until you've got enough time for the morning to not catch you out
anyone who lives in yellow creek, you can probably always find him there, at the water, trying to hide away. it's a good thinking spot, after all
even though this got long, thank you for reading! and if you'd like to plot, then haedam and i will appear in your dm's, sadly, without his mother's jam to sweeten the deal (but hopefully, with very fun plots!)