#* bio

[evieholt]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ this is evie

name: evie

age: twenty5

sibling: hunter holt

sexuality: bisexual

relationship status: tbd.

evie holt grew up in the quiet aftermath of a love story that ended too soon. she doesn’t remember their mother the way hunter does — there are no clear memories, no vivid scenes she can replay — only impressions that live more in her body than her mind. a softness in certain songs. a feeling of safety she can’t place. a warmth that feels inherited rather than earned. she grew up knowing her mother existed through stories, photographs, and the way grief settled into the corners of their home. her absence wasn’t loud, but it was constant, shaping the air evie learned to breathe.

she was raised in a house that functioned, but never quite healed. her father loved her deeply, but grief hollowed him out in ways evie noticed even as a child. emotions went unspoken. hard days were endured quietly. and through it all, hunter became her anchor. he was too young to be what he became, but he did it anyway — steady hands, bad jokes, late nights, comfort disguised as normalcy. to evie, hunter wasn’t just a brother. he was proof that someone could stay, even when staying was hard.

growing up like that did something to her. evie learned early that silence could swallow you whole, so she decided to be loud instead. not reckless for the sake of chaos, but alive in a way that couldn’t be ignored. she grew into someone fiery, impulsive, magnetic — the kind of girl who feels everything at full volume. she loves spontaneity, last-minute plans, movement, color, experiences that make her feel present in her own body. she hates feeling stuck. hates routine for too long. stillness feels like a warning sign to her, like if she slows down too much, she might start thinking about things she’s spent years outrunning.

on the surface, evie looks confident in a way people envy. she walks like she belongs anywhere she goes. she laughs easily, flirts without meaning to, and makes friends quickly. people are drawn to her energy — the way she seems unafraid of taking up space. but beneath that confidence lives a quieter truth she rarely voices. evie has always carried the feeling that she arrived at the wrong time, that her existence was born out of loss instead of joy. no one ever told her she was a mistake, but grief has a way of whispering its own stories. she learned to wonder if she’s too much because she’s afraid of being not enough.

she loves deeply and fast, throwing herself into people and moments with her whole heart. when something feels good, she chases it without hesitation. when it hurts, she feels it fully — but rarely lets others see the depth of it. vulnerability scares her more than chaos ever could. it’s easier to be bold than to admit she wants reassurance. easier to be adventurous than to say she’s afraid of being left behind. she worries that if people really see how much she feels, how intensely she loves, they’ll decide it’s overwhelming.

fashion became one of the first ways she learned to tell her story without explaining herself. every outfit is intentional, expressive, sometimes daring. she uses clothes the way some people use armor — not to hide, but to control how she’s seen. she likes choosing how much of herself the world gets. style is power to her, a way of saying i’m here, i’m real, and i won’t be ignored.

evie works at the euroville aquarium, a place that surprised her with how much it suits her. her role shifts constantly — guest services, educational tours, helping with exhibits, assisting during special events and evening programs — and that variety keeps her grounded. she likes that no two days look the same. she likes being on her feet, talking to people, answering questions, guiding groups through spaces filled with quiet wonder. the aquarium feels alive in a way that doesn’t demand anything from her emotionally, and that matters more than she realized at first.

on nights when the building empties out and the lights dim, evie sometimes stays behind longer than necessary. she stands in front of the massive tanks, watching slow, fluid movement in the water, letting the silence settle into her bones. it calms her. reminds her that life doesn’t always need to rush or burn to be meaningful. she never tells anyone how much she needs those moments, how they help her breathe.

she’s well-liked at work, known for her energy, her warmth, the way she makes long shifts feel lighter without trying too hard. people trust her quickly. she’s good at reading a room, sensing when someone needs reassurance or distraction. still, she often chooses work over going out, even though she loves the idea of nights filled with music and laughter. responsibility pulls at her, loyalty runs deep, and she prioritizes stability more than people expect from someone so impulsive.

her relationship with hunter remains the most stable thing in her life. she jokes about his protectiveness, rolls her eyes when he worries too much, but she leans on him in ways she doesn’t fully acknowledge. he is the one constant she’s never questioned. the proof that love doesn’t always leave. that someone can know all your edges and stay anyway.

evie holt is still learning how to exist without apology. she wants adventure, passion, connection — but she also wants peace. she wants to believe that she doesn’t have to perform to be chosen, that she doesn’t need to soften or shrink herself to deserve love. she’s searching for a version of happiness that doesn’t disappear the moment she slows down.

she is fire and feeling and contradiction. too much and not enough, depending on who you ask. and maybe that’s the point. maybe evie isn’t meant to be easy or quiet or contained. maybe she’s meant to live loudly, love fiercely, and figure out the rest as she goes.

[kittywildcr]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ this is kitty

name:  catherine wilder

age: twenty3

relationship status: in love with her ex.

catherine elise wilder — but please, just call her kitty — is the kind of girl who keeps her heart in her sleeve's lining. sweet, spunky, and deceptively soft, she’s always looked younger than her age and felt older than her years. people see the bows in her hair, the pastel notebooks, the quiet voice, and they underestimate her — but kitty’s got more fire than she lets on.

she grew up the baby of a split family, two houses that managed to stay friendly, but never whole. she never heard yelling, but silence stung worse. her parents divorced when she was ten, promising it was “for the best,” but no one ever really asked what best looked like to her. she's still close with both of them, but there’s a quiet pressure in being the glue — the one expected to be fine, to keep smiling, to not make things harder. that weight gets heavy. especially when you're not sure who you are yet.

books were always her escape. growing up in suburbia, with an older sister who outshone her and a schedule full of safe decisions, reading was where she found her voice. she still reads every night, even now, tucked into the top bunk of her cramped euroville university dorm room. her room on campus was more “organized chaos” than anything else — fairy lights, stacks of paperbacks, empty mugs of tea, and to-do lists in pink ink scattered everywhere. she studied communications and digital media, hoping to turn her love of storytelling into something real. as she moved away her organized chaos stayed in another setting

kitty has always been sheltered — not out of control, but out of love. she was the girl who didn’t go to parties, who stayed home when her friends went out, who said "maybe next time" more than "yes." but the summer she turned sixteen, she made a quiet vow to herself: no more waiting. no more living small. and she’s trying — really trying — to keep that promise. she’s still sweet, still kind, but she’s learning to be bold. she says what she wants now, even if her voice shakes. she chases moments. she lives messily.

that doesn’t always go as planned. kitty is impulsive — she leaps without checking the ground first. and when things fall apart, she spirals quietly, embarrassed that she let herself hope too much again.

especially when it comes to bodhi.

he was her first real love — the kind that blooms too fast and too bright. he knew her in ways she didn’t even know herself yet. they were young, intense, perfect in all the ways that don’t last. their breakup wasn’t ugly, just inevitable. she needed to grow on her own, to figure out who she was without being someone’s other half. he understood. he even agreed. but that didn’t make it hurt less. she still carries him like a secret — still looks for him in songs and sunsets and people who don’t know her well enough. they were the right people… just at the wrong time.

now, kitty wilder is twenty-three and still figuring it out. she’s gentle, impulsive, book-smart, hopelessly romantic, and just tired enough of playing it safe. she’s someone who believes in first love and second chances, even if she’ll never admit it out loud. she’s trying to live bigger, messier, braver.

and maybe — just maybe — she’ll get there.

[eleancrdarcy]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ this is ellie

name:  eleanor darcy

age: twenty5 (since 1814)

relationship status: tbd.

eleanor darcy wasn’t born a monster. she was born eleanor grace whitmore in 1814, the golden child of a powerful english family who valued image over affection. her early life was silk and discipline — the kind that teaches girls how to be perfect, quiet, and useful. but eleanor had too much heart, too much hunger for something real. at sixteen, she fell in love with someone she was never supposed to — a servant’s son with rough hands and soft eyes. when she got pregnant, she thought love would save her. instead, her family erased her. they killed the boy she loved, exiled her to a country estate, and ripped the baby from her arms the day she was born. eleanor begged to die. instead, she was given a choice — life, not as she knew it, but eternal, sharp, and cruel. she said yes.

the transition was agony. when she woke as a vampire, the girl who had braided ribbons into her hair was gone. in her place was something colder, cleverer, and harder to kill. she became eleanor darcy — a woman who moved through decades like smoke, seducing, surviving, vanishing. she fell in and out of lives like a curse, loved men who wrote poems about her bite, and whispered lies so beautifully they sounded like truth. her motto became, better you die than me. and she meant it. no one would ever take her power again.

now in euroville, eleanor keeps to the shadows of high society, dressed in secrets and silk. she claims she moved for a fresh start, but she’s always chasing something: a lead on the child she lost, the last flicker of humanity, or maybe just a reason to feel anything again. she’s sharp-tongued, brilliant, and cruel when she needs to be — but fiercely protective of her younger sister, the only soul she trusts. though she rarely speaks of how her sister became like her, their bond is unshakable. she doesn’t have a coven, doesn’t follow rules, and doesn’t let herself love easily. but when she does, it’s messy, obsessive, and all-consuming. she’d burn cities to the ground for the right person — but never admit it.

beneath the cold elegance, there are flashes of the girl who once believed in love. she doesn’t show it often, but when she does — in a glance, a soft pause, a reckless choice — it’s clear: eleanor darcy is dangerous not just because she’s a vampire, but because some small part of her is still painfully, beautifully human.

[roryflcres]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ this is rory

name:  aurora (rory)

age: twenty5

sexuality: bisexual

relationship status: tbd.

rory—short for aurora—is the kind of girl who doesn’t realize she’s luminous. she’s soft in a way the world rarely makes room for: long, pink hair that shimmers like satin, a scent like rosewater and worn books, and eyes that carry the weight of someone who’s seen quiet hurt and chosen to stay kind anyway. at 5'1", she moves gently but with purpose, a girl who learned long ago to make herself small in loud rooms—but now does it only out of thoughtfulness, never fear.

she’s a veterinarian in euroville, with a life made of healing, small comforts, and careful rituals. animals trust her instantly, sensing the steadiness in her hands, the love stitched into everything she does. her two rescue cats, miso and peach, follow her from room to room like shadows, curling into her side at night as if guarding something precious. her home is soft: dried flowers hanging in the windows, tea tins lined on the shelf, sunlight caught in crystals and fairy lights. everything about rory seems delicate—but there is nothing fragile about her.

underneath her sweet voice and warm hugs is a girl made of steel and fire. rory is stubborn, organized, and sharply intelligent. when she believes in something, she doesn't back down—not even in the face of authority or judgment. she argues with quiet fury, loves with deep, aching sincerity, and shows affection in the ways she’s too scared to speak aloud—packed lunches, remembered details, little gifts wrapped in ribbon. when she begins to care about someone, her first instinct is to tease. she hides softness under snark, not to push people away, but because she’s afraid they won’t stay if they see how much she truly feels.

her childhood taught her how to survive behind a smile. her family home looked perfect from the outside, but love there came with conditions: be sweet, be presentable, don’t cry too loudly, don’t want too much. she left early, with no dramatic goodbye—just a suitcase and the quiet decision to build a softer world. she’s done that now. she’s built a life of gentleness, of care, of routines that make her feel steady—but some part of her still aches for someone to see her, not just for her kindness, but for the ache behind it.

and maybe that’s why something ancient will be drawn to her. because rory glows, and even the darkest things are drawn to light. not to consume it—but to remember what warmth feels like. she wasn’t made to be saved, but to be loved by someone who finally understands how fierce it is to be soft in a world like this. and when she’s loved right, she’ll bloom into something unstoppable—sugar and fire, lavender and steel, a girl who could warm even the coldest of hearts.

[betsareyes]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ this is betsa

name:  betsa

age: twenty6

sexuality: bisexual

relationship status: tbd.

trying. as the receptionist at olympus gym, she’s known for her sharp wit, biting sarcasm, and the kind of confidence that makes people both admire and fear her. she teaches kickboxing and dance classes with a fierce passion, mixing strength with style, and isn’t afraid to call people out or flirt first. most see her as a heartbreaker, but few know the layers beneath — the sweetness she only reveals when she truly wants to, the loyalty she fiercely guards, and the softer emotions she buries beneath her sharp edges. life has toughened her, especially after heartbreaks that hardened her once sweet nature, turning her into the unapologetic, strong-willed woman she is today.

but everything changed the night she was bitten. suddenly, the body that had always obeyed her was at war with something wild and ancient inside. she struggles to control her shifting—the glowing gold eyes that appear when the full moon hits, the sudden aches, the claws that start to poke through. she’s still learning, fumbling through each transformation like it’s some cruel test she didn’t ask for. it’s not terrifying, exactly — more frustrating and exhausting. she hates the loss of control, the way her body acts on its own, especially in front of others. so far, her family has no idea, and she’s determined to keep it that way.

one night during a quiet shift at the gym, the full moon hit harder than ever. she was behind the front desk, putting together a playlist for her dance class, when the pressure in her chest became unbearable. her vision blurred, and before she knew it, her eyes were glowing gold in the reflection of the glass door. she collapsed to the floor, clutching herself as pain and adrenaline coursed through her veins. her claws started to grow, but her stubborn pride refused to let her lose control — not in her workplace, not in front of anyone. after what felt like forever, the glow faded, the claws retracted, and her breathing steadied. she wiped the sweat and mascara from her face and laughed softly to herself, “guess that confirms it. i’m a damn werewolf.”

betsa doesn’t break down or seek sympathy. instead, she channels her frustration into hard workouts and sharp comebacks, all while quietly fighting to master this new part of herself. she’s fiercely independent, reluctant to let anyone in on her secret, and determined to keep living life on her terms. underneath the bravado and teasing, though, there’s a girl who’s learning to balance the wildness inside with the love and loyalty she’s always carried — someone who’s tough enough to face the beast but still wants to hold on to her heart.

[zaynsharma]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ this is zayn sharma

name:  zayn sharma

age: twenty8

sexuality: bisexual

relationship status: single.

zayn sharma was born the eldest of three in a family where love ran deep and expectations ran higher. with two younger sisters, angel and zara, he grew up in a home filled with warmth, strong values, and constant noise—whether it was laughter echoing through the halls or the occasional heated sibling debate over who got the last samosa. from an early age, zayn was expected to lead by example, and he wore the role of big brother like second skin—firm when needed, soft when it counted, and always watching out for the people he loved.

zayn wasn’t the loudest or the flashiest, but he had a presence—calm, composed, and quietly magnetic. where angel was all fire and zara was silent steel, zayn was the steady heartbeat of the family. the one who made things look easy even when they weren’t. he had a natural coolness to him, the kind of person people gravitated toward without really knowing why. charming without trying, smart without showing off, and deeply loyal to the ones who mattered.

but behind the easygoing charm and laid-back demeanor, zayn carried weight—responsibility, pressure, and lately, suspicion. his best friend hudson had been acting different around him. distant. off. what zayn didn’t know yet was that angel—the sister he’s always protected, who used to climb into his bed during storms when they were little—is hiding a secret of her own: she’s in love with hudson, and he loves her back. it’s a betrayal that hasn't come to light yet, but when it does, it will cut deep.

zayn, for all his calm, isn’t the type to take betrayal lightly. he may be slow to anger, but he doesn’t forget. and when people break his trust, it doesn’t shatter—it disappears completely.

still, zayn isn’t just defined by the secrets around him. he’s clever, emotionally intelligent, and the kind of person who remembers birthdays and notices when someone’s had a bad day. he listens more than he speaks, but when he talks, people listen. he’s a little overprotective of zara, though he’ll never admit it, and as much as angel pushes his buttons, she’s one of the few people who truly gets under his skin in both the best and worst ways.

zayn might seem like the guy who has everything under control—but deep down, he’s trying to figure out who he is outside of being the big brother, the role model, the one who’s always got it handled. and if there’s one thing he’s learning, it’s that even the most put-together people have cracks they’re still learning how to live with.

[clementinefisher]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ this is clementine fisher

name:  clementine (emmy) fisher

age: twenty4

sexuality: bisexual

relationship status: single.

clementine "emmy" fisher was born in wyoming, where her family’s roots ran deep in the wide-open plains of the american west. but when she was just three years old, the fisher family moved to euroville, trading the quiet life of ranching for the fast-paced, bright lights of the city. while emmy’s parents sought new opportunities, emmy grew up with the quiet pull of her cowboy heritage always close to her heart.

despite the bustling life in euroville, emmy’s family never forgot their country roots. her father, a hardworking man with a passion for ranching, and her mother, a woman who adored the land, kept the memories of wyoming alive through their love of horses, family, and tradition. her two older brothers, weston and ryder, grew up with the same sense of rugged independence. weston, the more laid-back brother, was always there to listen, while ryder, the protective oldest, would do anything to keep his younger siblings safe.

growing up in euroville, emmy was a natural with horses. the city life never fully captured her—she always felt like a fish out of water. it was the open air, the feeling of the reins in her hands, the power of the horses beneath her that truly made her feel alive. by her teenage years, she had become an accomplished barrel racer, known for her speed and precision. the sport brought her local fame, and for a while, it felt like she had everything. but fate had other plans.

one day, while training for a big competition, emmy’s world turned upside down. during a practice drill, her horse became spooked, throwing her hard into the fence. she hit her head with such force that she was knocked out cold. when she woke up, her world had changed. though it wasn’t the first time she’d been thrown from a horse, it was the first time she couldn’t get back on. the fear, the uncertainty—it made her question everything about the sport she once loved. no matter how hard she fought, she couldn’t regain the control she once had.

after the accident, emmy’s life took a new direction. she traded in her barrel racing days for working at the local country bar, a place where she could connect with people in a more grounded, simple way. the bar became a haven for her, where she could escape the pressure of her past life and focus on the present. but even as she adapted to this new life, she couldn’t forget the dreams she once had.

emmy’s family decided to turn the ranch into a small country hotel, keeping the legacy alive while also embracing a new chapter. they also opened a little shop on the property where they sold fresh vegetables, eggs, and milk. they offered horse-riding lessons to the community, keeping the tradition of horses alive despite emmy’s complicated relationship with them. the barn was being remodeled, and emmy found herself deeply involved in helping her family make this transition, but it was a bittersweet process. she loved the ranch, the land, and the memories it held, but part of her still longed for something more.

emmy is known for her quiet strength. she’s not one to seek attention, and often, she lets her actions speak louder than words. a scrappy soul, she doesn’t back down from challenges and fights hard when it comes to things she believes in—whether it’s standing up for her family, protecting the ranch, or ensuring the safety of the animals she loves. she’s learned to be tough in a world that doesn’t always make room for softness, but at her core, emmy is deeply kind-hearted. much like her late mother, emmy is remarkably forgiving, even when it’s difficult. she’s learned that holding onto grudges only weighs her down, and she would rather move forward, no matter how hard the path may be.

her calm demeanor hides a brave heart—one that’s willing to make hard choices for the sake of those she loves. she’s thoughtful and always listens carefully to those around her, offering advice when needed or just a quiet ear to those who need to talk. it’s not uncommon for friends and family to turn to her for guidance, knowing that emmy will never judge them, no matter what. she’s a safe space for others, a steady presence in an often chaotic world.

but while emmy is kind, she’s also fiercely independent. she may be soft-spoken, but her scrappy nature emerges when someone crosses a line or threatens what she holds dear. she can be stubborn when it comes to her personal goals, especially when it involves her desire to find her place beyond the small town that’s always known her as the sweet, quiet girl.

though emmy is tied to her roots, she also dreams of breaking free. the life she’s built at the ranch, surrounded by the people who love her, is comforting, but she has a restless spirit. she feels as though there’s more out there for her—more to discover, more to experience, and more to achieve than what her small-town life can offer. and while that feeling pulls at her, she knows that no matter what, her family, especially her brothers, will always be there to catch her if she falls.

now, as she helps her family turn the ranch into a country retreat, emmy is learning to balance her past, present, and future. she still longs to reconnect with her love for horses, but after the accident, she isn’t sure if she can ever feel that same rush again. for now, she’s focused on being there for her family, helping them grow, and deciding what kind of life she really wants to lead.

but no matter where she goes or what she does, emmy will always carry a piece of wyoming with her—her roots, her strength, and the quiet, fierce spirit that makes her who she is.