★ ━ ( halsey, non-binary, she/they ) ━ ★ just to be clear, ya didn’t get this information from me. The person you’re lookin’ for is CLEMENTINE LOUISE FLETCHER. also known as just CLEM. Last I heard they were born on AUGUST 8TH, 1993 in NEW YORK CITY, and they’ve been livin’ in THE NORTHWEST DISTRICT, for about TWELVE YEARS. Word around the districts is, this pal, CLEM can be JITTERY, OVERCRITICAL, & STOIC, but i gotta tell, ya, alls I seen is good things, like the fact that they’re AMBITIOUS, ENERGETIC, & SUPPORTIVE, I guess that depends on how well ya know ‘em, though. the last thing ya need to know is that they work as a TWITCH STREAMER & FREELANCE ARTIST. I don’t know much about what that’s all about but I do know that’s all I can tell ya the rest you gotta find out on ya, own. ━ ( ooc: ci, est, 27, she/her )
BIOGRAPHICALLY SPEAKING…
growing up they were exposed to;
Life started out really well for the young girl. Her mother always made sure there was a home cooked meal on the table, no matter how hard the day had been. When her father got home from work they all sat down and were present for dinner. They were both very good parents but, there was also some issues within the household. Daniel Fletcher was a war hero who later, became injured both mentally and physically. This would often cause sleepless nights for Clementine at an early age.
Alana Fletcher, her mother, tried really hard to keep him happy, but there were demons that she couldn’t even expel. So as the yelling matches got worse, Clem decided that she needed to get out. At the age of fifteen that was when she packed all her belongings. There was a note that was left, but her parents never actually tried to find her.
After hitching a ride to Portland, Oregon it seemed, that this would be her new home. For a few weeks she was living on the streets in Downtown Portland. Where she found her saving grace a man named Collin. After spending nights there for warmth and food, he later invited her to live with him. This new home environment was the one that she had been waiting for all these years. Colin was more like a parent than anyone that had ever been in her fifteen years of life.
all about the family & their relationships;
There are two types of family for Clementine. One, is her blood parents that she often does think about. Daniel and Alana Fletcher were good parents, but their demons made parenting hard. The other, is Collin Green who had his own personal history of sadness, but it never got in the way of how her cared for Clem.
Daniel and Alana have not heard from their daughter in twelve years. From what Clementine can understand they never truly went to even look for. After she left it seems that the household didn’t really stop. If she ever saw them again there would be no chance of even recognizing who they were. There is also a lot of resentment that she harbors towards them, for causing so much mental damage.
Collin Green however is a whole other story, this one person was her true family. Before he found her, grades were low and her true intelligence never shined. Every week he gave her a new book to read and soon got her involved in painting therapy. His love for video games then crept onto the young girl. Soon she was playing video games almost every night as their family fun time. Each thing he brought into her life is something that she works on today. The two live right next to each other, he is her number one fan.
their occupational perspective;
Clementine never in her wildest dreams thought, that playing video games could be an actual career. YouTube was her first platform until they began to demonetize her videos. As the search for a new platform began so did her freelance paintings. A few months of doing only just painting, a customer suggested another place called Twitch. On there she could stream her online game play, while getting money from it a lot easier. This caused her income to rise and with no idea how to handle money, Collin then began to help out.
As she got older Clementine became very well known on Twitch. Streaming every Saturday with a new game walk through each time. Fans later asked if she could do live paintings, which brought in a whole new commission. Her true passion is her job and how it brings joy to many other people. The fact that she can play a game she loves or paint something makes it worthwhile. Very often she will pinch herself unable to believe, that her of all people could be this happy.
★ ━ ( avan jogia, non-binary, gender non-conforming, he/they ) ━ ★ just to be clear, ya didn’t get this information from me. The person you’re lookin’ for is MASON MAHIR. also known as just MASON. Last I heard they were born on FEBRUARY 23RD, 1993 in QUEBEC, CANADA, and they’ve been livin’ in RICHMOND, for about FOUR MONTHS. Word around the districts is, this pal, MASON can be LAZY, FORGETFUL, & NAIVE, but i gotta tell, ya, alls I seen is good things, like the fact that they’re CURIOUS, OPTIMISTIC, & EASY-GOING, I guess that depends on how well ya know ‘em, though. the last thing ya need to know is that they work as a BARISTA. I don’t know much about what that’s all about but I do know that’s all I can tell ya the rest you gotta find out on ya, own. ━ ( ooc: pace, gmt+12, 27, she/her )
BIOGRAPHICALLY SPEAKING…
growing up he was exposed to;
Born in Canada and brought up in California, Mason didn’t exactly have a traditional childhood, but it was filled with love and happiness. Raised by a single mother and grandparents since he was five, his home life was very chill, there was no shouting, no fights, just plenty of good food and good memories. Life was a lazy Sunday stroll, and that defined his personality.
all about the family & their relationships;
Mason doesn’t remember much about his biological dad, and from the stories told about him, Mason is okay with not remembering. Mason was much too young to remember the details of his parents’ divorce, but they knew enough to know that his mother was not happy taking care of two children and run a house. Mason had a solid excuse; he actually was a child, his father on the other hand was a full-grown adult that acted like a child. When his mother re-married, he was the best man, and his step-dad filled all the missing gaps his biological father left behind.
His grandparents were loving people who took in their daughter and grandchild with open arms. Mason has nothing but love for his family in his heart, they raised him to be the person he is today.
the road to portland starts with;
Mason dealt with problems as they came. School was an area he had always struggled in but by a miracle he made it through High School and before he could flunk out of college, they quit after a year. To support themself, Mason worked many jobs (mostly due to their inability to stick a job), Mason jumped from being a personal assistant to a dog walker, and everything in between. Next step was moving out, and this wasn’t a huge problem as they first thought. While in college, rather than hitting the books, Mason decided being in a band was a better worth of time. Their band went from getting random gigs at local bars to playing at small indie festivals and soon had a following. Touring the West Coast seemed like a good decision at the time, and it went rather well until creative differences broke them apart. Portland wasn’t the last stop but Mason’s funds ran out, forcing them to settle for the time being. And with a tagline of ‘keep Portland, weird’ Mason knew this was the right place to stop.
their occupational perspective;
Mason’s primary income comes from being a barista, but it’s not enough, so to keep afloat, they have multiple side gigs to keep the money flowing. You can catch them busking on Downtown streets with a guitar in hand, or at dive bars/random open mics and if you’re really lucky, you can catching them performing various magic tricks blowing your mind with sleight of hand.
additional notes;
Mason’s still experimenting with his identity, pronouns, and sense of style.
★ ━ ( belissa escobedo, non-binary, she/they ) ━ ★ just to be clear, ya didn’t get this information from me. The person you’re lookin’ for is OLIVE AGUILAR. also known as just OLLIE. Last I heard they were born on MARCH 7TH, 1993 in EL PASO, TEXAS, and they’ve been livin’ in OVERLOOK, for about EIGHT YEARS. Word around the districts is, this pal, OLLIE can be PUSHY, GOSSIPY, & BOASTFUL, but i gotta tell, ya, alls I seen is good things, like the fact that they’re OPEN, ENERGETIC, & VERSATILE. I guess that depends on how well ya know ‘em, though. the last thing ya need to know is that they work as a YOGA INSTRUCTOR @ OM BASE YOGA. I don’t know much about what that’s all about but I do know that’s all I can tell ya the rest you gotta find out on ya, own. ━ ( ooc: lia, pst, 23, she/her )
BIOGRAPHICALLY SPEAKING…
growing up they were exposed to;
Olive, along with their four brothers and sisters, grew up in a very Catholic home–Jesus on the cross on the wall in the kitchen, church every Sunday, first communion… everything. And when they tell you that Catholic guilt is a very real thing, you’ve gotta believe them. Not only did she have to deal with the judgments from her parents and her Abuela, but God was also looking down at them taking notes on their every decision and thought. Their father also owned a ranch–which was rare in Texas when it was expected for an older Latino men to only farm instead of own land. Olive often helped their father in the fields, not only out of love for understanding plant life but because they got to spend time with their father.
all about the family & their relationships;
For the most part, Olive has an adequate relationship with her family back in Texas. When they came out as non-binary and bisexual, the loving connection they had shared with their mother and father didn’t disappear but fade. Olive would visit home for the holidays but they would never visit Olive. And all the Aguilar siblings have a group-chat where they poke fun at one another constantly and update one another about life. Olive had grown to understand that even though her family didn’t love Olive as much, at least they accepted them. Anyway, Olive has a new family: her found family here in Portland.
the road to portland starts with;
They moved out to Portland for college initially to study film, but they dropped out ultimately due to feeling there wasn’t a place for someone of their size and ethnicity in the film industry. Feeling low and unworthy, they found yoga where they learned to love their body and practice peace and mindfulness. After much enthusiasm and perfect attendance since her first class at Om Base, she was offered a position as a yoga instructor. Olive fell in love with the open-minded culture of the city, where they were free to be who they are and love who they love and let her creative and artistic freedoms roam.
her occupational perspective;
Olive loves being a yoga instructor–teaching others about mindfulness and getting them to love their bodies through a similar journey in which they had learned to love theirs. But she grew to miss the botanical aspect of her life since she grew up tending to her family’s farm as well. Every Saturday and Sunday morning, she runs a farmer’s market stand called Olive’s Greens where she sells organic fruits, vegetables, and herbs.
where their passions reside;
Olive is very passionate about health. Nutritional health, mental health, physical health, emotional health. Seeing their yoga students and running the farmer’s market stand on the weekends allows them to reach out to those who need a little extra love in those departments.
★ ━ ( keiynan lonsdale, non-binary, gender fluid, they/them ) ━ ★ just to be clear, ya didn’t get this information from me. The person you’re lookin’ for is KIRBY POWELL. also known as just KIRBY. Last I heard they were born on OCTOBER 31ST, 1991 right here in PORTLAND, but they’ve been livin’ in the KING neighborhood, for about FIVE MONTHS. Word around the districts is, this pal, KIRBY can be BLUNT, STUBBORN, & IMPULSIVE, but i gotta tell, ya, alls I seen is good things, like the fact that they’re CREATIVE, LOYAL, & WELL-ROUNDED. I guess that depends on how well ya know ‘em, though. the last thing ya need to know is that they work as a MAKE-UP ARTIST. I don’t know much about what that’s all about but I do know that’s all I can tell ya the rest you gotta find out on ya, own. ━ ( ooc: a, est, 28, she/her )
BIOGRAPHICALLY SPEAKING…
growing up they were exposed to;
Growing up Kirby didn’t have a traditional home life, as most of their friends did. They lived with their grandparents, while their friends lived with their parents. And to be honest, this made them sad. Kirby never understood why they left him. to this day, they blame themselves. Even though their gran reassures, that her son was stupid for abandoning Kirby. their grandparents are Kirby’s biggest supporters and never judged them for who they were. They have always been allies to them.
Kirby’s grandparents owned a small business for many years. They even held a job working there when they were in high school. They weren’t the richest of families, but they made enough to support themselves. Kirby was never a child to ask for gifts, they were always the one to give things to their gran and pops.
all about the family & their relationships;
Kirby’s family is his gran and pops. They are their fathers parents. Kirby had always been very close with his gran. it was just a bond they’ve always shared and they really appreciate that. Even though their gran isn’t their biological mother, that is how they see her. Kirby’s and his pops get along too. They might not see eye to eye on everything, they’ve been nothing less of loving Kirby.
Kirby has no relationship with his mother and father, nor do they want to. After their parents left them, they cannot find it in their heart to let them in…. Ever.
the road to portland starts with;
Kirby has left Portland to get his cosmetology license in New York, they’ve always felt that there was more opportunities for them there. And to that, they did. they went on to work alongside models and some actors to do their makeup. As Kirby was starting to make a name for themselves in the industry, they received some tragic news that both their grandparents passed in a car accident. The moment Kirby found out the news they left the big city and came right back to Portland.
Orion grew up in a relatively normal family. So normal, they have never been able to figure out why they struggled with severe anxiety for almost their whole life. It started when they were four years old and suddenly completely shut down. They were a mute for nearly two years, after which they slowly started talking to their family again, though they remained a selective mute. Most people confused their inability to speak with rudeness and judged them or even got angry, which fueled their anxiety. Books and films were their escape into fantasy, where magic and heroes were real and nothing could hurt them.
Though they tried to escape from the cruelty of reality for as long as they could, being a quiet child who always had their head buried in a book, there was no escaping from their classmates, whom had found an easy (and very anxious) target to make fun of. Orion tried to keep their head up, even if it was only figuratively speaking. But as they grew older, the taunting got worse. Their younger brother tried to protect them, but once they started high school, the bullying and abuse had started to become physical. It was around this time when Orion became painfully aware of just how lonely and miserable they felt. They weren’t sure if they had subconsciously had suicidal thoughts before, but they were strong and loud inside their mind now.
Self harm became a distraction, more than anything, from those darker thoughts buried in their head. It was easy to hide their self destruction from their inattentive parents, who never showed much interest in their children and often treated them more like a burden than anything else. Perhaps it was because Theon was loud and aggressive and Orion was unreachable, which made them give up on their job as a parent pretty fast. It wasn’t helpful to either of their children, however.
Caught up in emotional breakdowns at just the thought of having to go to school, Orion sank deeper and deeper into the clawed hands of depression. Books no longer provided a safe space to run to and after a couple of years of mental agony, Orion attempted to end their life. Their brother found them, got them to the hospital, took care of everything and convinced Orion to drop out of school.
Though it was embarrassing, it lifted a great weight from their shoulders. However, Seattle remained a city full of bad memories and Orion rarely left the house, resorting back to fantasy worlds that were provided by films and books. Theon once again tried to look after them, but it only made Orion feel guilty for being such a burden to their younger sibling. Eventually they couldn’t take it anymore and packed their stuff, leaving their family home without a word. Using nearly all the money they’d saved up, they took a plane to the other side of the country, not planning to ever look back.
These days, Orion remains a bit of a loner, though they long for the company of other people. Of friends. Instead, they’re seeing a therapist and got themselves a job as a barista to make sure they can afford the rent of their tiny apartment. They remain a naive and dreamy person, who has far less trouble having a whole conversation with their cat than with another human being, but they're trying and that’s all their therapist asks from them right now.
Pronouns: She/Her typically, they/them depending on who she’s with or her mood
Gender: Non-binary (only very recently out to more than just her closest friends and family; still figuring it out)
Hometown: Hickory Creek
Current Neighborhood: Hickory Square
Highest Education: Getting her associate’s at the college in Greene Hills
Religion: Methodist; Her mother attends local AME church every Sunday but Lydia’s never bought into it. She let her daughters decide when they were each ten whether or not they wanted to keep coming with her.
Family and Relationships:
Parents: Teresa Palmer (Mom; 44), Charlie Anderson (Uncle; 38), Jack Anderson (Uncle; 36)
Siblings: Ava Nicole Palmer (deceased)
Children: N/A
Other: Lucy Ava Palmer (Niece/essentially daughter; 14 months)
Pets: Cactus the cat
Sexual Orientation: Lesbian
Romantic Orientation: Homoromantic
Marital Status: Single
Personality:
Favorite Film: She’ll say Jaws but it’s probably really American Beauty
Favorite TV Show: Parks and Recreation
Favorite Book: The Chronicles of Narnia (as a child she used to daydream about disappearing into some fantastical world. Ava and her would pretend all the time that their closet was a way into Narnia. There’s still a crayon drawing Ava did of a door on the back wall of the closet. Ava would be Susan and Lydia was Lucy. They got into a petty fight over this once, since Lydia wanted to be the one with the bow and arrow but Ava explained that she had to have it so she could protect her little sister from the White Witch)
Favorite Song: Wait for it, Leslie Odom Jr. and Dirty Gold, Angel Haze
Favorite Color: Blue
Likes: Summer, car windows rolled down, chocolate, family, snuggies, swimming
Dislikes: Gossip, small towns, drunks, Mondays, heels, rude tourists, spiders
History:
TW: gender identity issues, pregnancy, death (I apologize in advance for the grossly overused trope)
People talk, especially in a small town, whether or not there’s anything to talk about. Her mom always said that you may as well give them something to talk about then. Growing up, Lydia disagreed. The Palmers slash Andersons had already given Hickory Creek more than enough gossip to last a lifetime; Lydia refused to add to it. Between the scandal with her father (which was a nice way of saying he ran off with his secretary years ago, leaving behind his two young children), her mom’s eccentricities, her uncles’ relationship, and Ava, Hickory didn’t need her. Over the years, as a comfort, as an excuse for her cowardice, she told herself that they didn’t deserve her. Ava changed everything though.
Lydia was three and Ava was five when their father disappeared, only a note and the clothes he didn’t deem important enough to pack left behind, well, and his family too, of course. The details of his scandalous affair would unravel publicly in the following weeks. As it turned out, most of the town had already known about it, more than Mrs. Palmer had. For several years, on their birthdays, a card from Miami, Florida would arrive from him with a ten-dollar bill inside, until even that stopped. Lydia and Ava never missed him; they always had more than enough family around with their uncle and his husband living with them.
When Lydia started kindergarten, the other mothers whispered together, (that’s the youngest Palmer kid. Can you imagine just up and abandoning those girls? Well, I mean, have you met Teresa? She’s an odd bird. I’m sure that was part of it. And, you know, her brother and his partner live with them. That can’t be a good environment for those kids. I don’t know about that. My neighbor’s son is in the same class as the older one and she said she seems like a very nice girl, a bit of hoot, actually.). Lydia was just old enough to be aware of some of this. At the very least, she did know that people would always compare her with Ava. It was hard not to know when it was most teachers’ first comment to her, (you’re much quieter than your sister, Honey. Is everything okay?). This wasn’t news to Lydia; she’d accepted from an early age that she paled in comparison to Ava the star, funny, boisterous, beautiful. Ava took after their mother and Lydia after her Uncle Charlie. In another scenario, this might have created tension and jealousy between the girls but instead Ava and Lydia were incredibly close. It was Ava and Lydia, Lydia and Ava, inseparable, always. They were each other’s best friends and confidantes.
Lydia was just quieter by nature, but the perfectly average grades, average appearance, average hobbies, were also an attempt to disappear. Lydia grew up trying to make sure she gave Hickory no reason to talk about her. It was Ava, more than anyone else in their family, who hated this because she knew there was more to Lydia than she chose to reveal. She tried to urge Lydia to be herself, to just ignore what people said. It was easier said than done though. At some point during high school, Lydia decided that once she moved away from Hickory, away from the people who’d known her and her family forever, then she would start over, be herself, theirself, herself, whatever. She hadn’t quite figured it out.
She was twelve when she first started occasionally getting a twitchy feeling after being referred to as a girl and fourteen before she dared doing any research. Boy wasn’t right either, at least, not always. It was a relief to find out that she didn’t have to be either, that there were other people that struggled with it. She explained it first, haltingly, to Ava who told her she was free to be whoever. Later that same week, Ava, presented her with a pair of basketball shorts and a binder, as well as, a cute sundress. Lydia loved the gesture but, all the same, she’d tucked the binder into the back of her t-shirt drawer. Being brave, being theirself, wasn’t worth it. Ava, sweet, perfect Ava, just hugged her close and promised to be right there, beside her, whenever she decided she was ready.
(Ava died two years later. She was not right there. She never would be again. It was the first promise she broke.)
After her high school graduation, Ava stayed in Hickory, unlike Lydia she loved it and she was hardly about to move away from their family. She got a job working as a secretary for Hickory Creek Medical, which was where she met Connor, a freshman at NYU on summer break with his frat brothers. The two spent most of his two-week vacation in a whirlwind affair. It was only a summer fling. Except, except, that a month after he left Ava realized she was pregnant. After a long conversation with their family, Ava chose to keep the baby but decided she didn’t want to get in contact with Connor.
With a niece on the way, Lydia almost changed her mind about leaving town the moment she graduated but Ava refused to let her change her plans. As a compromise, Lydia only applied to colleges that weren’t too far away. Her acceptance to Boston College, her top choice, came during the sixth month of Ava’s pregnancy. Hickory Creek was talking about them again but for once in Lydia’s life she didn’t care. It was impossible not feel happy with Ava glowing and her own freedom in reach.
Lydia was in AP Statistics when one of the ninth grade English teachers, also their next-door neighbor, stuck her head in the door and told Lydia to grab her stuff. She glanced down at her phone as she hurriedly grabbed her bag and saw a list of missed calls from her family, everyone but Ava. Heart thudding heavily, in her chest, her throat, her temple, she left the classroom. The moment the door shut, she asked, what’s wrong. It was late enough in the pregnancy that Ava could’ve just been in early labor but Lydia could tell from the missed calls, from the pallid look on Mrs. Price’s face that that wasn’t the case.
Mrs. Price drove her to the hospital as Lydia talked to her Uncle on the phone. The doctor said that Ava had a placenta abruption and that they were doing an emergency c-section. He said the doctor was hopeful both baby and mom would be fine. It was details like that Lydia would still be able to remember with crystal clarity years later. That and the nauseating anesthetic smell of the surgery waiting room, the ridiculous bunny slippers her mother was wearing, the gum wrapper on the floor beside the trashcan, the bright blue of the doctor’s scrubs.
When the doctor came out hours later, face a careful arrangement of detached sympathy, she said Ava had hemorrhaged. They couldn’t save her. Lydia vomited in the trashcan, eyes fixed on the gum wrapper, and decided that nobody should be able to use a word like hemorrhage.
(There is no way, no metaphor, to truly describe what it’s like to be standing in a hospital waiting room, a bunch of eyes on you, as you try to understand that the person you love is gone.)
For two days, Lydia sat there in the waiting room and everyone let her. No one dared tell her she needed to eat or get up or anything. They could see the crater that had been left behind.
Around lunch on the third day, she went to the cafeteria with her family. After she ate, Lydia let them take her to meet her niece. She was healthy and beautiful and what was left of Ava. The name card on her bassinet read Babygirl Palmer. They’d waited for Lydia to name her because they understood already, without having to ask, that the baby was Lydia’s in the same way that Ava and Lydia had belonged to each other.
Lucy Ava, Lydia said quietly as she reached down and picked up the little girl. It was her turn to be the protector.
At the funeral days later, Lydia wore a rainbow t-shirt and jean skirt and carefully held Lucy in her arms. Hickory Creek was talking about all of them and finally, finally Lydia could feel what the rest of her family, what Ava, had always felt, fuck them.
kora was born in Honolulu, Hawai’i to a hawaiian-born chinese man and a maori woman from New Zealand. kora’s mother aroha was there to live with extended family and to hit up some beaches while on her OE – their father, sampson, was the owner of a surf school. aroha fell pregnant not long after the pair met, which wasn’t really the plan – aroha had just turned twenty at the time, and sampson was only three years older. the pair promptly began dating, however, figuring it was the right thing to do.
the relationship didn’t live much past Kora’s birth – the pair tried to keep themselves together but eventually the stress of a newborn child and a fairly new relationship drove them apart. they split fairly mutually, though, with Sam remaining in Hawai’i while Aroha took the six-month-old Kora back to New Zealand, moving in with her parents in Raglan.
Kora grew up as a water baby – their mother was an avid swimmer and surfer, as was their father. they spent their time split between Hawai’i and New Zealand, often spending summers with their father and the rest of the year with their mother as they grew older.
Kora picked up their love for all things surfing at a pretty early age – living in both Honolulu and Raglan only catapulted this love, as they were faced with some of the best surf beaches in their respective countries. they grew their skills under the careful tutelage of both parents – when they were twelve they began to compete in lower-level competitions.
Kora quickly began making a name for themselves in the community as they got older – it was at sixteen that things really began taking off. they competed in the National Champs in New Zealand, coming in first in the U20 women’s category. while they had been to the competition several times before, this was the first time they’d ranked at number one in the entire country in their age group. from there they placed second in the Open woman’s series, before attending a few Pro Junior events globally. they were one of the younger competitors but they held their own – eventually they attended worlds, placing third in their category.
from there Kora began serious training, staying in New Zealand year-round to train. their father came often to visit, often attending competitions with them. their mother worked as their manager.
it was during this time that they came out to their parents - they told their parents that they weren’t a girl. they were asked if they were a boy - the answer to that was a no, too. they weren’t anything, really. it took their parents a little bit of time to wrap their heads around it, but in time they accepted it - Kora continued to compete in the women’s division despite not identifying that way - it was easier.
it was at eighteen that Kora finally achieved their goal – in their final year of Juniors they won the world champs in their division.
after graduating from high school Kora decided not to attend university – instead they focused on their surfing. they moved to Hawai’i to train, travelling often to compete on the tour circuit. they kept their head down mostly, focusing only on their surfing – there was the occasional Roxy or Rip Curl deal that they floated with, but they didn’t really get caught up in it all.
it was one evening during a casual, off-season surf with their dad that things changed for Kora. they were just short of their twenty-fourth birthday – they’d been competing on the adult pro circuit for nearly six years and they were slowly climbing the ranks. they’d just been pushed up to second after a competition in Tahiti – they were looking to continue the upwards drive, though they fell short. Kora bailed on a wave, hitting the reef. That’d happened before with not too serious results – this time, though, was different. they didn’t lose consciousness until after they were dragged under – they hit the reef, doing damage to their spinal cord and fracturing their leg in four places. Kora’s father had to drag them out of the water – they were lucky he was there, as without him they would’ve drowned.
Kora’s recovery took a long time – once they were well enough to start physical therapy, they had to learn how to walk again. the doctors said they were lucky to keep the ability at all – if their injury had been any worse they may have been confined to a wheelchair for the rest of their life. the idea scared Kora beyond anything else they’d ever experienced before – they lived to move. being unable to surf or skate again would’ve been too much for them to bear. as it was they were forbidden from surfing for sometime – Kora found that infuriating. being so close to the water and not being able to surf was driving them crazy.
in an impulsive moment Kora packed their things and up and left – while in the hospital they’d applied to a few colleges on a whim, and UNLV accepted their application. so Kora moved – they’d never really thought seriously about university, but it was better than sitting on their ass in Hawai’i, making life hell for everyone involved.
kora has now been in Las Vegas for nine months – they’ve settled in okay. it’s been weird to live so far from the ocean, but they deal. they’re doing okay in school – they’ve kind of forgotten what being in school’s like, so it’s taken a while to get back into the swing of things. they work part-time at a local skate shop to pump up their income a little. they have dreams sometimes, about drowning – about the crushing weight of the ocean and the numbness in their limbs.
on july 3rd, 1997, janice and elizabeth ives welcomed three year old danielle into their world, adopted from a local orphanage in phoenix, arizona.
right off the bat, danielle showed incredible understanding of the world and took an incredible interest in the stars, and showed an almost genius like mind. their world was perfect for fourteen years.
swearing to even remember their birth, danielle, who now went by dannie, couldn’t remember anything after their birth. thus, they mocked it up to it all being nightmares and ghoulish themes and, furthermore, this strives for them to refuse to search for their “real parents”, where ever they are.
at age seventeen, after being accepted early into arizona state university in tempe, arizona, two things were happening: they were just finding their gender identity, and the dealing ( or rather lack thereof ) with the tumultuous divorce of their parents.
this chain of events sent young dannie into a deep depression, causing them to switch their majors multiple times in hope for, as a thinker, something that would fill the void, though nothing did.
it all started one night when they were about to turn eighteen and attended a local frat party, which catered to a lot of the partying crowd. this is when they began to dabble in drugs. both taking, and selling on the side.
eventually, after becoming an addict and missing too many classes for them to catch up, the dean of arizona state eventually caught on and expelled them immediately.
dannie’s depression then became much more hard to handle, settling for drugs to ease the pain.
eventually, at age nineteen, they moved with a couple of local drug dealers to las vegas nevada, hitchhiking their way there.
there, nineteen year old dannie was introduced to drug boss jose jauva, who found dannie’s intelligence and understanding of how people worked to be quite fascinating and offered them a job as their golden drug dealer.
they took it immediately.
now, being twenty two, dannie is one of the most notorious drug dealers in las vegas, never selling anything less than a thousand bucks.
but with the somewhat highlight, comes the lowlights and dannie’s drug addiction has now sky rocketed.
