name: damaris bailey
age: 23
gender/pronouns: ciswoman - she/her/hers
sexuality: "straight" (bi-leaning towards lesbian, comp. het)
date of birth: june 14th, 1998, 2:30 am
astrology: gemini sun/aries rising/aquarius moon
mbti: ESTJ-T
height: 5'4"
occupation: librarian at local library
faceclaim: maddison jaizani
positive traits: compassionate, loyal, helpful, honest, nurturing, dependable, modest, curious, humble, organized.
neg. traits: bossy, gullible, confused, hot tempered, impatient, picky, critical, stubborn, cowardly, nosy.
music inspo: jesus is just alright with me - the doobie brothers, oceans (where feet may fail) - hillsong, happy and sad - kacey musgraves, she used to be mine - sara bareillis, pluto projector - rex orange county, stoned at the nail salon - lorde, anxiety (burlinda's theme) - jojo
daddy: pastor matthew bailey
fc: eric dane
small about:
Her father, the pastor, was a hard man. Both of her parents could only bare one child and unfortunately, it wasn’t a son. Matthew made it Damaris’s problem for the rest of her life. She was taught how to be the perfect little girl in white. Going to purity balls was hell, signing contracts to remain to be faithful and pledge her virginity to her father. She found the whole thing creepy. Damaris had always suspected her father knew about her abortion but there was never any confirmation. He wanted Damaris to marry Noah - someone who seemed to play the perfect husband role on the outside.
mommy: farah hosseini-bailey
fc: nazanin boniadi
small about:
Damaris loves her mother. They used to do everything together as children. The one thing that was passed to Damaris was her baking skills. Her mother had passed down traditional Iranian recipes like Persian almond cookies and halva. Her mom and her used to picket outside the Planned Parenthood together when she was younger - something that Damaris can't get out of her head now. Her mother is one of her closest confidants - though admittedly, she doesn't know much about Damaris. After her parents sent her to conversion camp, there was a rift in the relationship. Obviously, there wasn't much to talk about after that.
headcannons:
keeps to herself more often than not as a form of protection.
stari was the reason she went to conversion camp. they shared an intimate moment and were caught by her father who sent her to camp for 3 months. she missed 1 month of school.
she got pregnant and had an abortion at age 22. she hasn’t really seen alec around since despite the town being so small. it’s better that way.
crush vibes surrounding julie who she felt never seemed to notice her.
always thought she’d marry noah just because her dad liked him so much. whenever she pictured her white picket fence, it was her and noah behind it - not that they have any connection.
wears dr. pepper lipsmackers when she isn’t wearing makeup. it’s important but idk why
listens to a lot of jesus music but wishes she was amish so she could rumspringa
Full name: Alec Bodhi Flynn
Gender: cismale
Pronouns: he/him
Birthday: August 23, 1998
Sexual orientation: bisexual
Marital status: single
family
Daisy Flynn - the matriarch of the Flynn family. She’s the pseudo-mom to anyone Alec brought home. She’s soft spoken, but loud in spirit, and very easily excited. She has an Etsy store where she sells various items like bags, ponchos, earrings, bracelets, etc, all made from 100% recycled items or things found in nature. It’s not much of a living, but it’s really just a side hustle. Now that Alec is older, she and Alec’s father travel more and stay gone for longer periods of time to play their own music up and down the coast.
Howie Flynn - the Flynn patriarch and teller of the worst dad jokes. He’s very much like Alec in that he takes very little seriously. His style hasn’t evolved past the 80s. He’s never met a stranger and could make friends with a doorknob. If he were anyone else, it might look as though he was trying too hard to stay young and hip, but it’s just who he is and it somehow works for him. Will absolutely offer you weed.
childhood
Alec was that kid who constantly questioned everything. Who decided we have to go to school five days a week? Why is ‘because I said so’ an acceptable answer? Why do we have to wear shoes? We’re inside!
Alec was regularly in trouble in school for taking off his shoes.
He tried the cub scouts thing, but ultimately didn’t last long. He didn’t do well with structure and a chain of command. He regularly questioned authority and pushed his limits as far as they would go and then some. He says he quit the scouts, but it was, at the very least, a mutual parting of ways.
He did very poorly in school-- especially math-- and had to repeat fourth grade.
Got suspended in 5th grade when his teacher, who always had lipstick on her teeth, found a song he wrote about her called Rouge Painted Snaggle Tooth. He still thinks it’s a banger.
Wore the same ratty, too-big Rolling Stones t-shirt everyday for two weeks at school once. Not because he didn’t have other clothes, but because he liked it and the societal notion that he had to wear fresh clothes everyday was stupid.
teen years
Alec really came into his own as a teenager. He was a natural with a guitar and, when the hormones kicked in, he milked it for everything he was worth. He was a serial dater, the heartbreaker, and he really leaned into the party scene.
With his friends at his side, he felt unstoppable, untouchable. The band found its groove and they owned their school. At least, in Alec’s mind, they did.
The insecurities started to creep in around the middle of senior year. He’d never been much of a planner and realized, as everyone began making college plans and talking about their futures, that he’d never really given it any thought. He liked what he did and what he had here, and he really saw no reason to change it. But it did make him panic, listening to the whispers of everyone that was getting ready to leave Gravewood.
Alec grew a little more reckless after that. He partied harder, he wrote songs with a sort of frantic edge. But in the end, he watched people he adored and people who adored him scatter to the wind after graduation.
Even still, he managed to keep a hold on the town’s adoration. At least, the side that appreciated good music and Alec’s hard-to-resist charm.
a year ago
Alec is no stranger to one night stands. But somehow, through all of his reckless partying and faceless nights, he’d never had even a scare before-- at least not one anyone ever owned up to. But finding out Damaris was pregnant instilled a new sort of fear in him. He saw shackles, a life without music, his future? Just gone. He panicked.
Alec shut down. He told no one about the pregnancy, went out of his way to avoid Damaris, and watched as the walls closed in on him.
In the middle of the night, Alec took off in his van. He told himself it would just be a few hours, just to clear his head, just to give himself a little room to think and breathe. A few hours turned into almost eight months on the road, traveling up and down the east coast. He ignored the worried calls from his friends, ignored the sharp tug of responsibility that loomed on the periphery. He earned money playing music where he could and tried to build up the courage to go home. But the longer he stayed away, the easier it got to run. Until he woke up one morning with a hollow sort of realization that it was time to return home.
now
Alec returned home and tried to slip back into his life as though nothing had happened. He still avoided Damaris, even though he was beginning to come around to the idea of being a father.
There’s some underlying tension with Charlie and they both dance around it. Alec’s sort of oblivious to the fact that anyone might be mad at him for taking off like he did, but even he can feel something coming to a head.
Despite coming back with the intention to face this baby situation head on, he’s found himself hiding from it again, his fear of failure keeping him from truly reaching out.
headcanons
Alec has undiagnosed dyscalculia. He doesn’t realize that numbers don’t jumble around in everyone’s heads the way they do his. It makes him feel stupid, so he tries to avoid math situations, or anything that has anything to do with numbers.
While his parents parenting style might be better than a lot of the other residents of Gravewood, it’s still managed to give Alec something of a complex. He feels things very deeply-- it’s why he’s able to write songs that are actually good-- but there’s a part of him that thinks that might be wrong. His parents don’t show him their weaknesses, electing instead to keep everything light and happy all the time, so he thinks there’s something fundamentally wrong with him because he feels everything. All the time. It’s given way to this sort of complex that he’s a failure. He’s terrified of that fact, so he’s scared to step outside of the comfort zone that is Gravewood to find out if the world would love him the way his tiny town does.
Alec can be very self-absorbed. It’s not because he’s a dick, it’s just because he’s always too aware of himself to see things from any other persective. He’s covered up his need to be loved and accepted by fooling himself into believing everyone loves him the way he loves everyone else. It’s a fun line to walk.
His story arc really will be breaking him down to the very basics, forcing him to gain some much needed perspective, to stop living like a caricature of the person he has the potential to be.
He always goes by Teddy, never Theo. His dad called him Theo, and after everything that happened he doesn’t like to be called that anymore. He just doesn’t need the reminder.
When he moved back to Gravewood, he knew there was no way he could get away with using the name he’d changed it to when he left, so he started going by his given name again.
Teddy suffers from insomnia, and it’s gotten increasingly worse since returning to the family farm.
He doesn’t drink or do drugs. He worries that his mind is messed up enough without the help of substances.
He wants to try and reconnect with the few friends that he had when he was a kid, but he’s not sure how to approach them after so many years. But, he’s desperate to try and make being back in Gravewood work, at least for his grandmother’s sake.
In the hopes of maybe mending some bridges burned by what his father did, Teddy has been thinking of supplying the town with produce from the farm again. Plus, making a little money to help keep things running wouldn’t hurt either.
Teddy can be a little jumpy and sometimes a little nervous. But, he’s gotten good at quickly putting on a smile and be as friendly as he can.
INTERVIEW QUESTIONS
“What have you been up to in the past four years?”
“I’ve been in college, actually.” Teddy looked almost proud to say. For a while when he was younger, he wasn’t sure he’d ever make it. But, he’d worked hard, kept his head down, and really focused so that he could get into a decent school. He’d chosen to study Psychology in the hopes of trying to figure out why his father had done what he’d done all those years ago. Well, that was what he’d told his grandmother when he’d made the choice. What he really wanted to do was learn if such things could possibly happen to him in the future, if one day he’d have some sort of mental break and continue on with what was now his family legacy. It was a fear that nagged in the back of his mind, even though his grandmother had assured him time and time again that he was good, that he wasn’t like his father, and that he was his own man. “My Grammy moved back to Gravewood while I was there, and she’s old and not doing great with her health, so I came back here to help her out and look after the farm. It’s not really what I thought I’d be doing now, but I just can’t say no to her.” Knowing that there was someone trying to buy the family farm also helped lead him back to the town he’d left behind. Sure, Teddy wanted to see the farm gone, but the people sniffing around had plans for it that just didn’t sit well with him. So, in order to protect the land, and to make sure it didn’t fall into the wrong hands, he made the move back even though it was really the last place he ever wanted to be.
“You have 24 hours left to live, what are you going to do in your final hours?”
A million possibilities ran through his mind. How could he pick what to do if he found himself in his final hours. “I’d do everything I could. As much as I could fit into that 24 hours. I’d blow all my money on fancy food, I’d run some red lights, go faster than the speed limit. I’d go and egg someones house, or their car. I’d go steal that candy bar I never stole when I was 7. I’d eat so much cake that I puke. I know it all sounds kinda dumb...” Teddy trailed off. Everything he listed didn’t seem like very important things, in fact quite the opposite. But, Teddy had kept to himself for so many years, he’d kept his head down and his nose clean, doing everything he could to avoid getting attention. So, the thought of using his last day to do everything he never got to do, to leave his mark, seemed absolutely perfect to him. To go out with a bang, so to speak. He’d been quiet for so long, if he was watching his final hours tick down, he’d want to finally take the chance to be loud. “If I had 24 hours to live, I’d wanna do just that -- live.”
“What do you dream of?”
Teddy took some time to think. What did he dream of? “I guess I just dream of peace. Not like world peace, although I guess that would be nice.” It would be selfish if he didn’t want that too, right? “I mean inner peace. I’ve seen a lot of shit in my life, and I’ve tried really hard to leave it all in the past, but it always seems to have a way of sneaking up on you, y’know?” Since arriving back in Gravewood, not a day had gone by where he hadn’t been haunted by the past. Being back on the family farm hadn’t been the nostalgic trip down memory lane that it would’ve been for anyone else. Instead, he walked around the property looking over his shoulder, constantly on alert, plagued by endless reminders of the things that he’d seen in his childhood. As hard as he tried to just see what was right in front of him, Teddy couldn’t shake the images that flashed through his mind, the twitch of things he’d tried to keep buried for so long threatened to send him to the dark place he’d been trying to keep at arms length since he got back. Some of the images he recognized as memories, as if his mind had kept perfect photographs of the horrors. Others, he wasn’t so sure about. They felt new, and when he tried to look into them, he found no proof to back them up, no articles or reports to verify what he thought he knew. The longer he spent trying to figure it out, the more unhinged he began to feel. All he wanted was for it all to stop, to be able to put it behind him and finally move on. “But, I guess that’s something that you’ve gotta get to on your own.”
“What’s your relationship like with your parents/guardian?”
“I feel like it’s kinda sad to say, but my Grammy is my best friend. She’s been all I’ve had for so long.” Having lost his mother so young, and with his father locked up, Teddy had relied on his grandmother for as long as he could remember. She’d been his rock throughout everything, and he spent everyday doing everything he could to try and make her proud, to try and pay her back for all that she’d done for him since becoming his sole guardian. “My mom passed away when I was a kid, so I don’t remember her that well, but I do miss her a lot, and I wonder what things would be like if she was still here sometimes.” It wasn’t a thought that he let himself have often, but there were times where he couldn’t stop his mind from running through the possibilities of what his life would be like, where he would be, if his mother had lived. Would his father have done the things he did? Would he have grown up with two loving parents in a happy home? Teddy never got too far into the imaginary scenarios before he shut them down. “I haven’t seen my father in years.” He finished off, not going into further detail. It was a sore spot for him, and something he had spent years trying to put behind him. Even after all the years that had passed, Teddy still found himself trying to figure out how the man who had been his childhood hero could’ve done such awful things. It just didn’t make sense to him, and he carried the guilt of his naivety with him every day.
“Where do you see yourself going from here?”
“I guess I should say that I’d put my college education to good use, but honestly, I don’t think I will.” As hard as Teddy had studied, he’d never really planned to make a career out of the things he’d learned. At the end of the day, he was still just a farm kid from a small town, just trying to get by day to day. All he wanted was to live a life that didn’t include him living in the shadow of what his father had done. Teddy wanted to be seen as his own person, to live a quiet life, one where he was free to just be himself. “I want to make sure my Grammy gets the most out of her last years, because as much as I’d like her to, she’s not gonna live forever. I’d like to find the right person to sell the farm to, someone who’ll keep it at least a little like it is now, maybe open it back up to the town to get quality produce. But, I guess there’s no guarantees that that’ll happen.” Despite everything, Teddy still tried to be hopeful even though it proved difficult at times. “I wouldn’t mind getting myself a little piece of land, maybe. Build a house, settle down, start a family.” He was a simple man, and he wanted simple things. Teddy had never been interested in having the world, he was just happy to have what he needed.
Dislikes: boys, football, long walks on a beach, ikea, rollerblading, windchimes, thunderstorms, hiking, daisies
Julianna Anita Ribeiro was born on February 23rd, 1999 to Adrianna and Paulo Ribeiro. Their first and only child together, they did not have much but they did everything to give her the world. Julie’s life started out in a trailer park, her mother was a former Miss America, now just a stay at home mother. It had always embarrassed Adrianna that she never became more- she foolishly married for love and this is what she had. She poured everything into her daughter, teaching her how to master a pageant, learning to smile before learning to talk. Learning proper poses, this girl was gonna be her gold mine. Tiaras on her head, learning the proper stride of a pageant queen as she managed to make her first steps. In the eyes of her mother, Julie was gonna be everything Adrianna couldn’t be.
Her father was a truck driver, distant, barely around to comment much or contribute to her upbringing. Julie found herself constantly trying to get his attention when he was around, showing him the new pageant moves her mother taught or crawling into his lap as he watched a football game. Paulo did his best to be a good father, but constantly being on the road, it was tough to have the energy to contribute much then small trinkets here and there. Julie took the gifts as a sign of love and this is what would carry on to adulthood. Paulo Ribeiro passed away just before Julie’s 11th birthday, a widow-makers heart attack apparently. Julie was devastated, but instead of getting time to grieve- it was like a switch went off in her mother. Adrianna got a job as a waitress and was more than ever determined to make Julie a winner. For the few pageants she was in as a kid, she only ever made it 4th or 3rd, that was gonna end now. The Ribeiro family are winners and Julie was the daughter of a former Miss America after all and she was gonna make a star.
Julie was put on fad diets, her mother imposing a complex on food for her. She was forced to worry about calories and knew the calories of things off the top of her head by time she was 12. While also training Julie for pageants, Adrianna was on the hunt for a new husband- each man she brought home was more useless than the other. Then Steve came around, and he was sweet but he couldn’t hold a candle to her father. He was soft, he made sure to be home for dinner, he was a trash collector. He let Julie’s mother walk all over him and she suspected that’s what her mother liked most about him. With the arrival of Steve, Adrianna was free to focus on her main goal- making Julie a star
Puberty came around and Julie noticed how people looked at her, she was a stunner and thanks to years of training from her mother- she knew exactly how to use her looks. She finally won her first pageant at 14 and made enough money to get out of the trailer park and into a real home. Whatever was left of the prize money just went back into the pageants. Winning was a high and Julie did not plan of falling from this, she was a winner now and no one could take that away from her. She won every pageant that she did after that, having a whole closet in room dedicated to affirm how amazing she was.
Julie dated the hottest guy in school, she was tambourine girl for a band. She did anything to have eyes on her, even tried cheerleader for a short stent but realised some of the stunts were too dangerous for her face- biggest part of her money maker. She joined drama club instead, being on stage was a thrill and it gave her a chance to be someone else every now and then. The validation of being the hot girl, getting the hot guy, landing majority of the leading roles in the plays, it was almost as sweet as when her father would shower her with love and affection as kid. Granted nothing could replace what she lost.
Julie was good at hiding her anorexia and bulimia, she played around with food a lot, she let her magnetic personality run things- people would barely notice that she never seemed to be stuffing her face but all things must come to an end. Julie collapsed at school and ended up in the hospital for a month, her mother covered it up stating she was dehydrated and just needed to stay in the hospital. Whether anyone actually believed that- Julie didn’t personally care. Soon after her being let out of the hospital her boyfriend would find his way there. She tried to play the role of the supportive girlfriend like he played the role of supportive boyfriend but she just couldn’t stomach it much. She just didn’t love him enough or at all. The two broke up and Julie decided she didn’t care much for attention from boys, they were easy. She could twirl and they would fall over themselves. She was hanging around old stomping grounds, the trailer trash life she left behind when she had her first affair with a married man. It was so much better being with an older man, someone who knew what he doing. No struggle beard, the smell of whisky on his breath, the validation of her beauty, it all seemed to fill the hole that her daddy left behind.
Julie got into Cal Art for acting, it felt right and she was used to pretending enough in her life she might as well get paid to do so. Plus getting away from this played out town would be a nice reprieve. That’s where she met him though, her 3rd year professor who taught a film class. Maybe it was because he wore the same cologne as her father, maybe it was because he gave her extra attention in class, maybe they spent too much time together. But it happened, another married man under her belt. This time it was different though, she fell in love with the man and when it all came crashing down he blamed her and she got kicked out. It was embarrassing, what the hell was she supposed to do? The only option she had was to crawl back to her old stomping grounds, back to her mother and Steve and her half brother. She wouldn’t dare tell the truth though, she would say it was the wrong path when people asked her why she was back. Acting- what was she thinking? Complete waste of money.
Julie has been working in Gigi’s Cabaret for a year now, after trying out a waitress gig and then the less savoury bar, she found her footing in Gigi’s. The tips were great, she got a long with the girls, and there were plenty of men who made pretty good bed fellows. Julie has a sugar daddy that she meets with twice a month to help upkeep her lifestyle now she has moved on from pageants but not from the feeling that she felt from her glory days.
Extra Extra Extra:
Julie is apart of anonymous online ED group to help keep her on track but she still struggles with food
Hates her stepfather, not because of anything he’s done but because she just doesn’t respect him
Has a younger half-brother who is 9 years old
No idea what she wants to do with her life but knows she needs to marry rich to get out of this town.
I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere
Fell behind on my classmates, and I ended up here
Pouring out my heart to a stranger
But I didn't pour the whiskey
CONNECTIONS. PINTEREST. PLAYLIST.
August 10th, 1999 - Leo ♌︎
Jamie was born twenty-five minutes after his twin brother, Johnnie, who embodies the spirit of the lion they were born under. His mother always joked that Jamie was waiting for Autumn to come out when she realized that one of the twins was much less exuberant than the other. No one in the family understood that Jamie was just as dramatic as his brother was, because no one understood the depth of his sarcasm.
likes: horror movies, ghost stories, algebra, reading, long naps, being warm, praise, cats, clean bedding, the quiet, solving puzzles, conspiracies, vodka sodas, milk, taking apart things that don’t need to be taken apart, carb-heavy foods, anchovies, star gazing, arguing
dislikes: instruction manuals, plot holes, the taste of cigarettes, calculators, people who talk during movies, drugs, apathy, authority figures, people who don’t finish their food, people who can’t calculate their tips, people who don’t leave tips, most people in general, large bodies of water, sex scenes in movies, sticky bar tops, doing laundry, carrots
The Dyer family who lives on the brink of poverty…
tw: mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, mental illness, gang violence
Margaret Dyer: Estranged Mother. Margie was the hurricane that blew in and out of the Dyer household, bringing with her the hope of the Dyers ever becoming a real family again. A hard woman to pin down, Margie had always marched to the beat of her own drum and her cadence drew her to a life of partying and drugs that she was never able to leave behind. Although her love for her husband and her kids was genuine, it was hard for any of them to reconcile with it when she was always determined to chase whatever high she was feeling at the moment. The highs in the family depended on whether Margie was in the mood to make things right and the lows almost always involved her leaving.
Jonathan Dyer: Deadbeat father. Once an intelligent and promising young man, John has long since shirked all responsibility for the family in favour of drugs and alcohol. The early days of the Dyers were filled with grand ideas of love and family. John and Margie were two kids from the opposite ends of town, attempting to outrun the judgmental eyes and skepticism with parties, booze and pills. Their reckless foray into marriage resulted in a house and kids that they weren’t prepared to take care of when their teenage fun had evolved into addiction and arguments. John is a loving husband, but an awful father who spends most of his time slinging whisky sours, wallowing in self-pity, and ranting about the injustices done upon him by society and his bipolar wife.
Jimmy Dyer: Older brother. The first born of the Dyers had many perks and many downfalls and Jimmy is a direct result of the tumultuous imbalance. He’d been the one to witness the love their parents had to offer and was also the first to feel the effects of losing it. As the eldest, Jimmy had a choice on whether to sink into his role as family protector or let it all disintegrate and he chose to leave it behind in favour of his much cooler uncle after Margie left the first time. Whatever happened in Frank’s trailer, Jimmy never talks about, but the result of it was him joining The Revenants upon adulthood. He’s an angry, resentful man who haunts the town as his uncle’s shadow. Jimmy’s known for violence and attributes it loudly to his shitty family.
Johnnie Dyer: Older Twin. Johnnie and Jamie might’ve shared the same face, but that’s just about all they have in common. Johnnie was always louder, more charismatic and more demanding of affection, much like Margie. He played baseball and was popular in high school, doing his best to pretend like everything was normal at home. Never seen without a girl on his arm, there’s something to be said about how quickly Johnnie goes through relationships and how miserable he was without one. Johnnie is a mechanic at Cid’s and contributes to the family’s finances as much as Jamie does, but he’s never been good with money when his popularity called for him to put it where his mouth was.
Stella Dyer: Younger sister. Stella was raised by her brothers and it shows. She’s a down-to-earth tomboy who’s wiser than her years, appearing to have a level head for a teenager. Having little recollection of their mother, Stella’s experience with the Dyer parents is mostly in the warnings her brothers give her whenever Margie is around and she’s taken it as gospel. However, her youth is evident in her easy compassion for her parents despite what they say. Yearning for parental affection was a trait all the Dyers seemed to have.
Jack Dyer: Youngest brother. Jack is a troublemaker. Despite only being in elementary school, Jack’s reputation among the neighbourhood kids is one of great fear and reverence. Often left unsupervised, Jack was raised on media and TV and has an eerily low sense of empathy due to it. He enjoys setting fires and destroying public property, bullying other kids and general mayhem. However menacing he may be, Jack comes to heel easily when it comes to family.
Kahlua Dyer: Youngest sister. Kahlua was born into controversy like a true Dyer. Only two years old and the topic of much conversation between housewives and neighbours who loved speculating about Kahlua’s real father. The Dyer kids, however, have never considered her anything but their sister.
Frank Ward: Uncle. Always covered in soot, grease and a looming sense of dread, Frank Ward may be the pinnacle of ghouls in Gravewood. Having worked in the mines far outside of town for most of his life, Frank was once a contributing member to Gravewood’s economy but the years of neglect by the mayor and his in-laws has left Ward disillusioned. Now leader of one of the notorious gangs in Gravewood, the Revenants, Frank Ward is a man out to regain his power in any means possible, even if it means tearing up the town he once worked so hard to build.
if you knew Jamie in childhood, you knew…
A precocious boy who stood out for pointing out contradictions and asking prying questions. Jamie was an odd-looking child with bruised knees and eyes bigger than his head, always donning a stupid wooly kitty tuque because his mother couldn’t remember which twin he was without it. He learned to read early on and never stopped, always caught with his nose in a new book.
While Jamie was more reserved than his brothers, he was a troublemaker in his own way and was always picking apart things he shouldn’t have. He had a natural curiosity that had him wandering aimlessly through the neighbourhood after school, flipping over rocks and peering into the neighbours’ windows. With absent parents, he was given free reign to explore and do whatever he wanted like a stray kitten.
Jamie didn’t have a lot of friends, most kids finding him a little odd with the way he rambled about things they didn’t understand. Often, Jamie could be found trailing around behind his brothers and their friends, telling fanciful stories about kingdoms and beasts to anyone who would listen.
memorable moments: During a moment of clarity, Margie enrolled Jamie into the cub scouts with Johnnie in hope of starting over with the family on the right foot. His run in the cub scouts only lasted as long as one summer, but it was enough to put him into the periphery of the people in Gravewood when rumor circulated that a kid at camp had memorized an entire chart of constellations and the stars that made them.
if you knew Jamie as a teen, you knew…
tw: suicide, bullying
A prodigy. In high school, there was no more denying Jamie’s brilliance when it was laid bare in all the accolades he acquired from his school work. From Math to English, there wasn’t a subject that Jamie couldn’t excel in. His brain worked faster than others, his memory a steel trap. He recognized patterns and solved logical problems with the kind of ease that MENSA would’ve fawned over. Jamie’s capacity for learning and his smart mouth earned him a reputation as more than just a troubled Dyer kid.
Jamie was a skittish kid but nervy, emboldened by affirmations from the adults at school. He always sounded proud of being smart, like his IQ was a brand new gadget he’d gotten for Christmas. It was the happiest Jamie’s ever been, if anyone could call his dramatic soliloquies an expression of joy.
However, the glow of recognition couldn’t withstand the onslaught of drama his parents brought home and Jamie’s moods swung with the door his mother came in through.
During Christmas break of junior year, Margie came back from her latest sabbatical and brought with her the gift of family. For a week, the house was vibrant and alive, his father lucid and pleasant. Jamie really thought that he’d be graduating with his parents in the front row seats by the way things were going.
Everything came crashing down when Margie entered a drug-fueled psychosis and attempted to take her own life the week after.
It was the last time Jamie ever got his hopes up for anything.
memorable moments: The death of Jamie’s naivete was swift and punishing. When Jamie returned to school the next year, he was desperate for a semblance of normalcy. Wanting to be a teenager instead of a crash-test dummy for dysfunctional families, Jamie accepted an invitation to a party with Gravewood’s elite. Unfortunately, teenagers didn’t care about whether Jamie could ace AP Calculus, deeming him too much of a nerd to consider cool and too much of a prick to consider a friend. The kids threw him into the pool for laughs, sinking both Jamie and his ego when he was left to flounder in the water until a classmate fished him out. He walked home alone that night, drenched like a rat.
if you knew Jamie after high school, you knew…
A frustrated, stressed out kid who was feverishly trying to salvage the pieces of his life from the wreckage his parents made it. Senior year puttered out like a dying engine for Jamie. Despite his bright start, the accumulation of pressure from all sides had him miserably dragging his feet through his exams. He picked up a second job at the Windsor Rink and worked longer hours at Marie’s to cover the cost of raising a household full of kids and his GPA suffered for it.
Jamie's eyes were always heavy with bags but the determination in them never disappeared. After all, he’d always had a plan B: he had been picking up gigs and hustling schemes to contribute to a savings account that he kept for a rainy day. Although he didn’t graduate with a shower of scholarships and grants like he wanted, he hadn’t lost faith in his own ability to fix a bad situation. Most of all, Jamie hadn’t lost faith in himself yet.
memorable moments: An explosive argument on the Dyer lawn rang out in September after Jamie graduated that drew the eyes and ears of all the neighbours. Gossip around town said it was about drugs, while others said it was about money. All anyone could agree on was that the Dyers had raised a terribly awful boy who could yell at his own mother the way he did that evening. Margaret wasn’t seen coming back to the house for a while after that.
if you knew Jamie half a year ago, you knew…
tw: alcoholism
Lost potential. Jamie never recovered from having his life savings stolen when he was drowned in the debt his parents left behind. He grew jaded, only then coming to the realization of just how futile his life was. It didn’t matter how high his IQ was or how many times he could pivot if he was born with his feet cased in cement. Margie was going to continue to be Margie and John was going to continue being a leech.
Jamie had been stealing sips of beer from the fridge since he was ten, but his drinking reached a peak when the sweet abyss of intoxication became the only reprieve from his daily grind. A night cap became a day cap, became an all day cap. He was rarely found without the smell of alcohol on his breath and was starting to look a lot more like his dad.
memorable moments: During a bender, Jamie redecorated the side of the town hall with a wordy manifesto and a picture of a big penis before falling asleep beneath his work. He spent the evening in the drunk tank before being released with a misdemeanor on his record and a hefty fine for vandalism. It’s the most reckless he’d ever been with himself and money, but he couldn’t say that it didn’t feel good to let off some steam.
Jamie now…
Jamie is exactly where he’s been all his life. Working at the same places, wearing the same clothes, drinking the same drinks. Jamie’s a bug trapped in amber with no way out of the endless cycle his parents had started for him. He’s settled into worrying about other people’s problems over trying to tackle his own in fear of upsetting the tenuous balance of his sanity. The uncertainty of when his mother will return and bring chaos leaves him with little option but to stay and protect his siblings from being subjected to the same rollercoaster of disappointment he has.
Despite the monotony of his life, his innate ability to devise plans and problem solve has given his siblings a chance at a semblance of normalcy for however long it'll last.
Name: Charlotte Anne Delyle
Nickname(s): Charlie, Charles, Lottie, Baby
Gender: Female (she/her)
Age: Twenty Three
Birthday: September 21st
Sexuality: Straight (unless?)
Occupation: Administration Assistant, Gravewood High.
Face: Willa Fitzgerald
Style: TBA - Preppy?
Hair: Usually light brown - occasionally blonde. Usually medium-length.
Eyes: Hazel
Mother: Katrina Delyle
Father: Unknown
Bio:
Charlotte was a golden child growing up - the only daughter to a single mother who had a champagne taste on a beer budget. Hailing from the so called bad side of town, everyone always suspected that the illustrious lady of the night, Katrina Delyle would never amount to anything. Of course, that was before they all realised that somehow, someway Katrina had produced a beautiful baby, with a heart shaped face and a beautiful complexion.
Charlotte never knew her father, nor did most of the town people. They had suspicions, of course this is a small town in middle America. But nobody dared say a thing. Of course, from the time she was a baby Charlotte was entered into every pageant that would take her - America’s prettiest babies, Toddlers and Tiara’s. Katrina had big ambitious for her precocious cherub, and a new pretty young face to live vicariously through.
Life proceeded as it could, though the money never seemed to stay for long. Charlotte was adored in school, ever much the antithesis to the grating personality of her mother (but was it practised? none could say.). Eventually, a large win of Miss Teen Gravewood, when Charlotte was fifteen was enough to bring their family out of poverty, and over to the right side of town. Life moved up for Charlotte here, having her first boyfriend, a wonderful life and enjoying what every teen girl could want.
But was it enough?
As she moved beyond the high school walls, eighteen years of lacking a father seemed to catch up with poor Charlotte. Soon, her sweet but naive boyfriend couldn’t quite scratch that… itch she’d been harbouring. He was nice, and proper but… he wasn’t what she wanted.
Thus led Charlotte down a dark path, into seedy bars and back alleys with men who were far too old to be seen with such a fresh-faced eighteen year old. Deep down Charlotte knew why they wanted her, but god did they make her feel wanted.. safe. This of course, continued when Charlotte went to College, falling madly for her much older professor.
How was she supposed to know he was married? He’d promised he would leave his wife for her, to make her, his. Pity it was against the school charter to have that sort of relationship, and as payback the man’s wife threw the now twenty one year old Charlotte to the wolves, and she returned back to Gravewood, degree-less, but no less messed up than ever.
Settling down now, she accepted a job at Gravewood High, as an administration assistant. It pays well enough, and lets just say that there are far too many eligible, older bachelors in Gravewood. Charlotte now feels she’s exactly where she’s meant to be.
- Bella only went missing three weeks ago. Its still very fresh, and Mack is still very off the rails about it. She’s kind of put her entire life on standby since, and it doesn’t look like returning to normal business is going to happen anytime soon.
- louder and prouder protester. shes still very performative with it, and what she cares about, but she tends to go large. Her last protest was covering herself in fake blood and lying on the steps to the sheriffs office- imitating what her sister must look like.
FULL NAME: Leonora Everly Yoon
PREFERRED NICKNAME: Leo ( call her Nora at your own risk )
PREFERRED PRONOUNS: currently she/hers, but she’s reevaluating
DATE OF BIRTH: April 1st, 2000 ( aries sun, pisces moon, aquarius rising )
[ Leonora was born two months premature; her dad thought it was a joke but lo and behold, Odessa’s water had really gone and broken on April Fools ]
ZODIAC SIGNS: aries sun, pisces moon, aquarius rising ( une )
AGE: Twenty-Two but she feels ancient
HOMETOWN: born and raised in Gravewood, WV
FAMILY: George Yoon ( father, sheriff ), Odessa-Marie Yoon ( mother, waitress ), Feodore Avery Yoon ( older brother & Yoon golden boy )
OCCUPATION: Ice Skating Attendant & Teacher at the Windsor Ice Rink
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: she’s not for the streets, but it’s the whole spectrum
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: re: last line
[ —the rest can be found in the DOSSIER: additional background information, physicalities and personality stuff among other things! ]
WHAT’S IN MY BAG: The Shape of Water by Daniel Kraus, A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan, a sketchbook she’s been filling up with still-lifes and stuff, and an empty planner her dad gave her
SENIOR SUPERLATIVE(s): class clown, life of the party, best smile
CURRENT QUOTE(s): “the feminine urge to enter a hell of my own making” “who the fuck decided to call it emotional baggage and not griefcase?”
TV PARALLELS: Gina ( Brooklyn 99 ), Winston ( New Girl ), Montana ( Do Revenge ), Orla McCool ( Derry Girls ), Sokka ( ATLA ), Ruthie ( Shrill ), Willie Jack ( Reservation Dogs ), Guillermo ( What We do in the Shadows ), Sperncer Shay ( iCarly )
TROPES: Allergic to Routine, Annoying Laugh, The Chew Toy, Cloudcuckoolander, Cool Loser, Crouching Moron Hidden Badass, Deadpan Snarker, Endearingly Dorky, Erudite Stoner, I Just Wanna Be Special, Jack of All Stats, Kaleidoscope Hair, Once Done Never Forgotten, Sad Clown
SECONDLY, A LIGHT OUTLINE
✧ No one would really admit it, but Leonora was that baby that married couples have when they’re on the brink of divorce— she was meant to fix George and Odessa’s failing relationship but the novelty of a new baby faded soon enough as her parents returned to their old routine, the new baby falling to the wayside.
✧ Even so, they’d never gotten around to the divorce. Babies are like monkey’s paws in that way and neither one of them wanted to go through with a divorce when they’d gone and had another baby to care for. Through the mess of their marriage, they loved each other still, and those legals proceedings would only be inconvenient.
✧ After his paternity leave had come and gone, George went back to working his long hours in the Sheriff’s office and Odessa was left home with a toddler and a newborn. She’d spend all day feeling alone at home, tending to the home and her kids; trying and failing to rekindle the love they’d cultivated in their adolescence.
✧ While Leonora and her older brother were babbling little ones then, kids can still sense these things. Leo was a fussy girl herself, and she’d always demanded more attention than her mother was willing to give. Once she’d started crawling, her mother set her down in a little corral and left her to her own devices.
✧ Most of her infancy was spent that way, her mother holding her at arms length as she reached out to her. George was a little better, though his own love came in bursts and then fizzled out entirely— he’d never had much energy when he came home, and most of the time he’d set her on his chest and doze off.
✧ Toddlerhood was a little easier on Leo, if only because she’d had access to other forms of distraction ( unfortunately for her mother, these were messy ). She’d started painting around this time, though it’s something all kids do, right? Must be the same with the colorful handprints all over the walls which pissed her mom off to no end.
✧ Life teaches Leo to be loud and messy— those are the most surefire ways to get her mother’s attention: throwing food at her brother, running a crayon along the surface of the fridge. Anything to get her parents’ attention, though hindsight would say these acts only pushed her mother further away than before.
✧ By the time Leo and her brother are in elementary school, Odessa’s thinking of joining the workforce. Desperate for anything that will get her out of the house, she applies for a waitressing job at Marie’s. The pay is minimal but the work fills whatever hole in her heart George has left. She needed this.
✧ It’s obvious then why she turned out the way she did: needy, nosy, annoying and whatever else the other kids would call her during her childhood. Leo hadn’t learned how to separate the good press from the bad; so long as someone was looking at her she’d felt like a sunflower facing the sun, and that would be her undoing in the end.
✧ Puberty hits a girl like a ton of bricks then and it only gets worse. At home she’d had no audience save her brother and he’s gone and tired of her shit. He was hanging out with his own group of friends and she’d grown ungrateful of the ones that had allowed her in their own circle; she’d go and ruin them soon enough.
✧ One risky dare starts it all and then she’s flying higher and higher towards the sun in one massive Icarian feat before the wax on her wings start melting. Icarus’ own father warned him about his recklessness, and her own had gone and put her in handcuffs. When she’s high as a kite, she thinks about how tragically poetic that is.
✧ Fuck up first, apologize later is all fun and games until you’ve gone and burned all your bridges. Leonora now exists in a limbo of her own creation, not knowing how to move forward though everything she’s done keeps her from turning back. ‘I’m sorry’ seems meaningless at the end of the line, but what else is new.
✦ keeping myself from adding more so we can fill in the gaps together? ✦
THIRDLY, SOME HCS
Leo wasn’t diagnosed with ADHD until the latter years of Middle School; while she knows this is due in part to the socialization of girls and all of that, it digs the ‘your parents really went and overlooked you’ knife a little deeper.
The first time she ever put ink on her skin, it was because of a dare ( go figure ). Leonora could choose whatever design she wanted so long as the ink went on her lower back; the pain of getting her tramp stamped nearly killed her.
If memory serves her well, Leo first bleached her hair the day before the first of high school. She’d thought to make it subtle to keep her mom from freaking out, but once it was said and done she didn’t even try to hide it.
Foster Home for Imaginary Friends was one of those things that stuck with her in her childhood, so when her grandfather gifted her a red doberman, Leonora was quick to name the little guy Blooregard Q. Kazoo ( Bloo for short ).
She feels ridiculously lonely all the time, and her therapist tells her that it’s directly correlated to the reckless behavior of her youth. Leonora doesn’t necessarily think correlation equals causation, but the man might be right.
One such bit of reckless behavior had her piercing one nipple on a dare, another had her biting into some shellfish she was allergic to ( leading to a fun ER night ), and a third had her eating a steak even though she’s vegetarian.
As far as more lasting consequences ( the piercing has since closed, so that doesn’t count ), one small piece of the cartilage on her right ear is missing and she has one scar running down her calf from these dangerous liaisons.
Watched a single clip of Euphoria, a zoom-in of some lady’s eye makeup and it's kinda become a whole thing. Leo isn’t going all out with it or anything, but she can’t stop herself from sticking those little diamonds underneath her eyes.
As far as cliche artsy things go, she’s lugging around a sage green kanken decked in patches and pins, filled with hb pencils, an overfilled sketchbook, an empty one, and two toiletry bags because you can never be too prepared.
Has a replica of Sam’s iCarly remote, which is basically her soundboard. She’s got it programmed with her favorite bites but switches some of the other ones out depending on the season ( and she’s got terrible comedic timing ).
Follow-up for the iCarly remote, she’s got two specific sounds on lock: a slow clap ( because obviously ) and the sound of the world’s smallest violin from that one episode of Spongebob. The other stuff on rotation is mostly from TikTok.
She’s got a membership to the fabric store in town and they know the girl by name; Leo loves all those fashion things but she’s not gonna burn money she doesn’t have so enter a hand-me-down, some fabric and a sewing machine
Also did some tasks for character development! ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR.
