do you hear ANTI-HERO by TAYLOR SWIFT playing? oh, that must be GWYNEVERE ' GWYN ' BIANCHI breezing by. i don’t know if you recognize them, but they look like KENNEDY MCMANN to me. i heard that SHE/HER has been in town for TWO WEEKS ( AFTER LEAVING NINE YEARS AGO ), which is crazy considering they are 29 years old. yeah, they live over on PENNY LANE, and i heard that they work as a FINANCIAL ADVISOR ( IN TOWN ). i love that they remind me of FROSTED WINDOWS, SPARKLING APPLE CIDER SERVED IN CHAMPAGNE FLUTES, SOFT CURLS SLIPPING FROM CLAW CLIPS, and HIGH HEELS SINKING INTO GRASS but … ugh, their playlist is so weird. why are MAD, RIP HER TO SHREDS, in the queue?
Gwynevere Bianchi grew up with twigs in her hair and dirt between her toes, running through rows of apple trees and twirling around a cozy living room filled with love. Everything changed when she turned twelve and her mom received a terminal diagnosis. Too young to fully understand what the words ' lung cancer ' meant, but old enough to know exactly what ' look after the boys ' meant. Words she took to heart when her mom lost her battle to cancer not long after she spoke them. Her father and older brother became her top priority, and they needed her.
They processed her death in their own ways. Her brother got angry, went catatonic, but Angelo, her father, lost himself to the grief. Gwyn didn't process it at all, simply shoved it into some corner in her heart and iced it over. It was hard, at first. The tears came easily, though she got good at hiding them; her limbs felt leaden, so she practiced her posture; she stopped sleeping, picked up a caffeine addiction before her teen years properly settled in. None of that mattered, not when there was a household to run — meals to make, laundry to fold, rooms to clean. No one else could keep up, so Gwyn picked up the slack. She could never replace her mother, didn't have to same warm countenance, the same magic touch, but she kept them afloat.
The more she had to focus on, the less her chest ached. Gwyn told herself it was the relief of upholding her promise. Weeks turned into months, months turned into years, and before long, her responsibilities stretched past the home and bled into the farm. Not that she minded, she much preferred days spent learning from her father over caring for him. As much as she loved being outside, Gwyn felt most competent inside Angelo's office, balancing his books. Numbers always came naturally to her; they made sense in ways emotions never could. It wasn't a surprise when she settled into the worn leather chair — at least, not to Gwyn. But her father, who paid little attention to anything beyond the loss, was a little shocked, if not grateful. He always enjoyed the time spent outside anyway.
Slowly but surely, her boys healed under her quiet dedication. So much so, that when her brother left for college, it didn't feel like an Earth shattering loss. Gwyn and Angelo fully settled into their routine, splitting jobs and household chores alike. When she graduated high school, she stayed local, couldn't imagine leaving her dad now, even if it meant a full time class load on top of her full time work schedule. It was worth it, putting any dreams that came to mind on hold, if it meant she kept her promise. And it felt worth it, until her brother returned home and Angelo handed him the title of co-owner — just like that.
Years of practice meant that, after taking a brief intervention to scream at the moon, Gwyn returned to their home and put on a brave face, until she tore the life she knew apart in order to escape it. Before the end of the week, she applied to transfer to NYU, broke up with her boyfriend, and packed only what she needed into a single suitcase. Without saying a word to the people she swore to look after, she ran away without looking back. Out of spite, she blossomed in the city; graduated with honors and more connections than needed. She had friends that didn't know her, clients that loved her propensity for making them more money, and a sterile apartment she never had to clean herself. Gwyn became someone her boys wouldn't recognize. Consequently, she became someone her mom wouldn't recognize, either, but any emotion that brought up only got tucked into some corner of her heart and iced over.
With Angelo's retirement fast approaching, he took bigger and bigger steps back, leaving his son to run Bianchi Farms. His latest trust fall included a five month trip to rural Europe ( a trip he swore their mother wanted, once upon a time ), complete with limited cell service. It took her brother all of one week before he called Gwyn, begging for her help. It took another week of begging and a healthy dose of familial guilt tripping before she caved with the insistence that she only stayed as long as it took to fix whatever mistake he made. Only, it became very clear from the moment she stepped into what should've been her office, Gwyn needed much longer than the week she anticipated.
do you hear WISH ON AN EYELASH PT 2. BY MALLRAT playing? oh, that must be RORY MARCHISIO breezing by. i don’t know if you recognize them, but they look like JACK INNANEN to me. i heard that HE has been in town for TWENTY SEVEN YEARS which is crazy considering they are TWENTY-SEVEN years old. yeah, they live over on PENNY LANE, and i heard that they work as an CONTENT CREATOR / ANIMAL HANDLER AT BIANCHI FARMS (IN TOWN). i love that they remind me of FADED PEANUTS CARTOONS IN NEWSPAPERS, THE BELOVED GOLDEN RETRIEVER BY HIS SIDE, NONSENSICAL THRIFT STORE TSHIRT FINDS, but … ugh, their playlist is so weird. why is/are WHAT'S NEW SCOOBY DOO (muse c) in the queue?
↺ REPLAYING PIRATE RADIO BY JEAN DAWSON.
take heed: mentions of adoption, car accident, brain injury / seizures below.
full name. rowan everett marchisio (born sorenson). nickname. goes solely by rory. date of birth/age. august 23rd, 26. zodiac. virgo. location of birth. goshen, new hampshire. current residence. penny lane, cider point. sexuality/orientation. ????
mother. carys dewolfe (biological mother), technically a missing person. father. unknown birth father. sava alwai, preschool teacher. isaac marchisio, lumber yard owner. siblings. middle child of 12 - various. extended family. various aunts/uncles/cousins/family friends, inc. oliver alaya. pets. golden retriever named liberty. partners. none:p
► ACT I. ⸺ you're young and you're precious, hearts big as texas ...
rory doesn't remember his birth parents, but the story goes like this: teenage mother gets handed a bad deal, does what she thinks is best and puts her baby up for adoption. this is how he lands smack dab in the middle of 12 children — their own version of cheaper by the dozen, though desperately wanted and loved regardless of the amount of mouths to feed. sava was a preschool teacher at the montessori school that had opened up, leaving his job at the combined elementary school at the start of the new year. isaac was a semi-heir to a construction company, but he created an offshoot of his own, marchisio tools and lumber, which is kind like a home depot or lowes but focuses on area-owned and local businesses. they eventually expanded into 15 stores across new england, but their main shop is in goshen.
the family business – more offshoots concerning construction and home improvement, for some reason found itself in florida; then found itself building its station in ciderpoint by the time rory was less than a year old, and he hasn't left since — the family crowding into a actually decent sized house (but is any house decent enough for 12 people???) and begining to build roots here.
rory doesn't remember a time where he wasn't ridiculously doted upon; despite the sheer amount of siblings (and some that would come and go, as they were foster parents after all), he never felt slighted or ignored. with every person who would come or go, the love in the house seemed to get bigger. they weren't exactly flush with cash, but they were rich in love or whatever bullshit his dads liked to say. the children were encouraged to express themselves, moreso of a hands-off kind of parenting, willing to let them reap the consequences (as long as they weren't too dire – they could get a stomach ache from eating a whole box of gummies, but they weren't about to allow being in the back of cop cars). if this is a logical choice or because they had their hands full already is not here nor there, because his dads always showed up when he needed them.
► ACT II. ⸺ this is the story of my life and i think i'm finally getting it ...
rory is free spirited in the same way a golden retriever is — inhibitions don't exist, and he's willing to try anything once as long as it's not scary. childhood was spent playing in their hand-made treehouses, ‘fishing’ in the streams on their various acre home land and attending his older siblings sporting and other events. he's not the worlds brightest bulb, but he tries his best to be a good person at the very least. always trotting around behind his older siblings or holding a baby to his hip, the family is exceptionally close. taught empathy, humility and maybe too little personal space boundaries.
he's put into all sorts of activities, if not by his interest, than wanting to be the same as his older siblings (who he idolizes lowkey). from music, arts & crafts to sports – which he stuck with football all the way up until high school ended – there was nothing his parents didn't try to make stick. rory is a jack of all trades; good at some, best at none. his attention span lacks in ambition and he gets halfway through a project before it's abandoned. he has good intentions, but the actualities leave many things to be desired. there's no real drama; his life is actually kind of idyllic, which only serves him to attempt to grow into a good person — he's not perfect, and he struggles, particularly with dealing with social situations (diagnosed autism when he's 13), and tends to just be kind of out there. this, in his family at least, was never something to be ashamed of — always taught to embrace his quirks and differences, rory carries this with him; an unabashed sense of self, hoping to spread it to everyone else, too. everyone is a friend and deserves a friend (unless they're mean - but they still deserve love).
he stays in town all of his life; rory doesn't mind this. his mind doesn't wander to what else could be out there. he's settling roots of his own; investing in his future in a short-lived college career (for childhood education, he loves kids) and dropping out within 6 months because.. he's not fit for school. instead, due to the nature of his parents business, he starts as a ranch hand at bianchi farms - doing farmer things because he's more of a physical worker than anything else.
► ACT III. ⸺ this aint watertown & i'm on some alien ground ...
CAR ACCIDENT, BRAIN INJURY TW it was june 2025. the day was typical. sunny, late june, and rory was heading home — it wasn't some big thing. rory was driving through an intersection, younger brother in the passenger seat, then he woke up with his dads crying faces in his face. there's no memory, no recollection of what happened. rory has never asked. the idea of facing that head on is already too much, and he was in the hospital for days. it was kind of boring, really, because everybody kept coming to check on him, but they kept looking at him weird. his little brother – tanner, who's 21 — was fine. rory knows he took the brunt of whatever happened.
things were fine. then they weren't fine. constant forgetfulness, lack of organization, lack of general functionality were all big signs. rory knows something happened, and he's not stupid. the doctor's say it fucked up his frontal lobe, something something impact, but he doesn't like to hear it. very dismissive, ignores all of his problems in favor of trying to get his life ‘back to normal’. and he tries, but it doesn't work how he wants it to. continues to miss work on accident, loose things (couldn't find his keys he left in his car for 3 days), starting to pick fights with people after blowing up at them. it's gotten better, now, but not perfect.
he changed jobs to something less laborious — animal handler instead, as he loves animals regardless. currently apart of a channel with his friends finding spooky mysteries and it brings him more joy to have a purpose, something fun, to do — constantly worries about how he's perceived after it all. wonders if people are treating him differently, but not enough to notice. doesn't want to be treated any differently just because something happened, but can't verbalize this. becomes upset (sometimes without reason) when he thinks this is happening — always feels bad after, but he's trying his best. there's been a lot of changes in the past year.
► EXTRAS. ⸺ in my generation, in my constellation ; moon & saturn ...
nickname rory comes from when he was a toddler and couldn't pronounce his own name. no one ever really bothered to correct him – too endeared, i guess, but that's what he goes by. rowan is only really used if he's in trouble or someone is trying to get his attention.
obsessed with love and weddings -- tries to set his friends up which ends up horribly because ??? bro, relax. will take things the extra mile and start planning his friends weddings in his head, dates and locations and all. should probably go into that as a career ngl. sometimes he gets so hyperfixated on this for some reason (he wants love).
is also an insane blabbermouth. DO NOT TELL HIM ANYTHING — his brain is kind of a defunct game of telephone at this point, he gets things confused and facts mixed. he will make more mistakes than humanly possibly because of this. he will spread the rumors you tell him with earnest (doesn't realize he's not supposed to) and then be confused why people are upset with him.
he's a bit of a lag behind; slow on the uptake, but he'll get there eventually. he's exceptionally great at research, and is a semi-good teacher depending on the subject. thinks in abstracts and word associations more than anything else, and some people find it weird or off putting. it's just how his mind always works. color coordinates sometimes and other times he just choses comfort over everything; is a terrible multi-texter due to his thoughts lapsing from either thinking too hard or taking a dial-up minute. i promise he's trying lmao give him a bit
the worlds sweetest guy; in elementary school, was given the award of everyone's friend which is just about his biggest description. confrontation makes him nervous and he tries to keep the peace whenever he can. anxious when people are upset, or thinks they're upset, and tries to do anything to make sure it's all smoothed over by the end of the day. kind of annoying about it ngl
is the middle child of 12 — exactly number #6, and it shows. he's very go with the flow, letting things happen kind of guy. he's so used to bending to the whims of others that he's never really had much of a chance to explore his own wants or needs in a meaningful way. slowly starting to do that now that his life isn't based around his family but still experiences decision paralysis, which makes things hard.
BRAIN INJURY, SEIZURE TW / tbi has been … not great. officially diagnosed, but belated and begrudgedly. struggles a lot with light and noise sensitivity, organizing information and making sure he fully understands what's going on. all over the place despite trying to keep it still, sometimes his sentences don't make sense. lots of reminders in his phone (forgets to make them) and in his house (forgets to write them). gets a lot of headaches but can work through them for the most part. has developed focal impaired awareness seizures due to the accident, but tries not to show anyone; these don't have any known triggers, and can happen at any time. people just think his memory is lapsing. definitely does not let people know when he's struggling — he's the 'happy guy'.
loves animals. eventually will probably be working at a non-profit for them or a shelter of some kind. trying to convince oliver to adopt more cats, but he just has his beloved golden retriever named liberty who joins him at literally every place he can get her in; it's weird if liberty is not by his side. she is very very very beloved and often referred to as his daughter - he takes her care very seriously. more than his own. she's 3 years old and the love of his life, only accepting applications for her step parent thank you!
he is not the brightest bulb – brain injury notwithstanding – but he means well. instilled in him since babyhood to be a good person, do good by people and make sure your crew is taken care of. fiercely protective of his friends and family. trying to branch out and work on himself and grow a bit of a backbone but it's slow going. a very very lovey puppydog kind of guy. big dog who thinks he's small enough to fit in your lap kind of deal.
weirdly obsessed w/ collectables. his grandparents used to watch them as kids, and his meemaw would show him hers and talk about her beanie babies. he thinks theyre soooooooooo cute. the idea of selling them sends him into a homocidal rage.
► CONNECTS. ⸺ you know i'll go if you go if you're cool with that ...
family — adopted siblings, former foster siblings, cousins, by - marriage: the marchisio's are a big family regardless of how you slice it — i like to imagine they planted a lot of roots, so i think it would be fun to have some family afoot. open to really anything, including siblings of his parents (nephew rorybear..), and not-related-but-might-as-well-be! i have a really specific wanted connection for an older sibling (think they were kind of opposites, so they had some kind of fight before this sibling left town) but after his accident, they returned for support, now they have a weird kind of limbo happening.
adults (non-fx): roommates!! this would be relatively new, as i think rory would want to get out from his dads' house due to .. everything that changed. i like to think they're a silly bunch of people who do silly little things.
ex friends: they used to be as thick as thieves until something happened. plenty more to be plotted.
antagonistic connections!!!!: give me people who think rory's annoying, maybe he spread an accidental rumor and fucked their shit up, maybe they have beef with his siblings, etc etc.
now i curse your acqua di gio: these guys were exes, and something happened — i like to imagine it was some kind of puppy-love high school thing, but they both kind of fell face-first and fast, but the relationship ended just as quickly.
who do i call now?: this person and rory were … something. he's not sure if they ever were officially something, but they were extremely close, and at a weird point of ‘emotionally together’ and acting like they were dating without the label. at a certain point, they became fraught, and their tether broke - now they're kind of in that weird i'm mad at you limbo.
liberty's godparent: liberty is his 3 yr old golden retriever who is essentially his child — this person and rory are close enough that in his will (google document), liberty goes to them. maybe cute childhood besties or something.
do you hear JUST LIKE MAGIC BY ARIANA GRANDE playing? oh, that must be ARIELLA PASCUA breezing by. i don’t know if you recognize them, but they look like KYLIE VERZOSA to me. i heard that SHE has been in town for FIVE YEARS, which is crazy considering they are THIRTY-THREE years old. yeah, they live over on OCEAN AVENUE, and i heard that they work as the OWNER OF CRAFT CORNER @ THE GALLERIA ( OUT OF TOWN ). i love that they remind me of POST IT NOTES SCATTERED ACROSS YOUR HOME, SILK PAJAMAS ON SATIN SHEETS, SUNGLASSES OVER ROLLING EYES, EMBERS DANCING ABOVE A FIRE, STACKS OF PLANNERS WITH EVERY PAGE FILLED, & LOOKING DOWN FROM HER IVORY TOWER WHILE THE FOUNDATION CRUMBLES, but … ugh, their playlist is so weird. why are MEET ME AT OUR SPOT, GIVES YOU HELL, MONA LISA, & CLEAN CITY in the queue?
STATISTICS:
full name: ariella aurora pascua
nicknames: no nicknames she hates them bad, she'll tell you her mother gave her a name for a reason ♡
birthday: march 17, 1992
hometown: scarsdale, new york
occupation: owner of craft corner @ the galleria
hobbies: junk journaling, scrap booking, amigurumi making
lives: ocean avenue
trigger warnings: religion, death, grief
following a whim and dreams of becoming a wall street stock broker, henry pascua packed up and moved his wife across the world from pinili, ilocos norte to brooklyn, new york. it doesn't take long for the couple to begin solidifying a life there, aira pascua becoming pregnant with their daughter just a year later. it's when ariella aurora pascua is born that her father starts working in overtime, spending the first five years of her life mostly absent ( but only in physiciality ). as he would continue to reiterate to her well into adult life: the sacrifice was worth it. by the time ariella begins elementary school, her family is moving to the upper west side to ensure her enrollment in the best private catholic school.
her schooling goes by in a haze of routine: wake up two hours before school to finish chores and study, attend school for eight hours, extra curriculars from five to seven, dinner, chores, schoolwork, repeat. by the time she's in third grade they're moving to scarsdale, entering a new tax bracket that her father swears hinges on her dedication to success. when she reaches new york university she'll find that most people she meets didn't have the same upbringing, but she's thankful for the structure and discipline her parent's rigid routine has given her. routine is the foundation of success, after all, and pascua's are born for success. it's her freshman year roommate that starts chipping away at her walls, gaining her trust through random acts of kindess, and allowing silence and boundaries where other's would've pushed her away.
the more she lets her in, the more she feels herself blossom. before she knows it she's spending time with her roommates' friends ( and would even consider calling them friends of her own ), and taking up creative hobbies she never would've considered before. junk journaling and scrapbooking become her favorite weekend pastime, but her roommate manages to drag her out every third saturday for a night on the town. during her sophomore year, and after a particularly tense phone call with her mother, she decides her hobbies are too lucrative not to profit off of and opens her own etsy shop called craft corner. there she sells junk journaling and scrapbooking kits, funding the nights her roommate drags her out. it's on one of her scheduled breaks that she meets her soon to be fiancee, swept into a whirlwind of romance and softening more than she thought she'd be capable of.
it's through her relationship that she finds herself building a community for the first time in her life, a group of people that truly see her and believe in her. she earns her bachelors in business administration and all of the pieces seem to be falling in place for her. landing a steady job at a business consulting firm is her logical next step, though she keeps her etsy business running ( purely because it's lucrative, because she can't admit she loves it ). at twenty-five her boyfriend proposes, and she swears life can't get any better than that. they spent a year and a half in premarital bliss before the unthinkable happens, her fiancee losing his life in a tragic accident just six months before their wedding.
the next year and a half are spent in a grief filled haze, all of the friends she'd grown to cherish pushed away one by one. the tragedy reminds her of what she's always known: the only thing you can count on is work and your parents. it doesn't take long for her to end up back under their roof, rebuilding herself from the ground up. on her twenty-eighth birthday, she decides she's had enough, that she can't heal in the same place she broke. on a whim that feels foreign to her, she packs up her things and sets off driving. she doesn't have a destination in mind, just the need to be far, far away.
as it turns out, far, far away was only a few states away. she'd only intended to stop by for the night, landing in cider point and staying at the local inn. the owner managed to charm her overnight, convincing her to tour the town for the day. that day was all it took for her to fall in love, extending her stay at the inn while searching for property on ocean avenue. after two years in town, she's considering packing up and starting again somewhere else, flighty nature kicking in. then, she meets theodora, who gives her a glimpse of the ariella she was getting to know in college. that glimpse is enough to fully ground her in town, leasing out a space in the galleria mall and opening up a physical version of her etsy shop. over the years it's expanded, growing in to a full blown stationary store with her own employees. she's still rough around the edges, but every day is a testament to her healing, and maybe with enough time ( and grace ) she'll be able to round those edges out again.
✧˖° ─ you hear PUNK TACTICS BY JOEY VALENCE & BRAE playing? oh, that must be BRIAR SUTTON breezing by. i don’t know if you recognize them, but they look like D’PHARAOH WOON-A-TAI to me. i heard that HE has been in town for TWENTY FOUR YEARS, which is crazy considering they are TWENTY-FOUR years old. yeah, they live over on PENNY LANE, and i heard that they work as an ATTENDANT @ BAY STATE GAS ( IN TOWN ). i love that they remind me of BAG FULL OF SPRAY PAINT, AT HOME PIERCINGS, GRINNING AFTER YOU’VE BEEN GIVEN A BLOODY NOSE, AMBER COLOGNE MASKING PINEAPPLE KUSH, & THE SOUND OF SKATEBOARD WHEELS GOING DOWN PAVEMENT.
─ stats .ᐟ
full name: briar sutton
nickname(s): bri, b
dob: december 31
gender/pronouns: non-binary, he/they
sexuality: equal opportunity whore
+: charming, playful, warm, friendly
-: aimless, juvenile, painfully unserious, self-destructive
similar to: rodrick heffley (diary of a wimpy kid), percy jackson (percy jackson & the olympians), yu nishinoya (haikyuu), kurt wagner (x-men), naruto uzumaki (naruto)
notable characteristics: shaggy hair down to his shoulders, baggy shirts and even baggier jeans, a plethora of piercings (his ears, their tongue, his eyebrow, their bottom lip), a helluva puppy dog face, skin that's way too clear for the amount of junk he eats, constant need for movement (drumming on desks, tapping his foot -- shoutout adhd)
─ tl;dr .ᐟ
**tw for drug use/dealing, ppd, & generally rocky family dynamics
born to a single mother in toronto, canada, briar never knew his father. he was the product of a frat-party-fueled one night stand months before, and their mother wanted nothing to do with the man (rightfully so, he was terrible) after that. a woman who believed she could take on the world, she thought she could handle a baby, too – even at the ripe age of 20.
what she couldn't have expected was the postpartum depression that would wrack her body when briar was born. she managed to push through, but it wasn't easy. he was colicky, then he was needy, then so hyperactive she couldn't catch up with them. this was around the first time she'd realized she'd bitten off more than she could chew (and around the time briar would tell you she began to resent them, if you asked)
constantly exhausted and barely out of the throes of mental illness, briar's mother knew she couldn't do this alone anymore. finally, she took up her family's offer to help raise briar, and moved them both to cider point to be with her parents; briar was almost two.
it was just in time for school – and god, did it take a village to raise briar. he never did particularly well in school; not for lack of smarts, because he had plenty. but he didn't learn the way other kids did, and no one was willing to stop and figure out why. easier to write them off as "difficult", briar fell behind quickly, and in order to keep him from falling through the cracks, constant tutoring sessions began to replace the sports he'd liked to do. all for what he deemed useless because he just didn't get it.
briar became kind of a "lost cause" to schools quickly, but never to his mother. she moved him from school to school whenever he'd get in trouble. her love was pure, but briar was never let off easy, most blamed pinned on him for being too distracted, too unwilling to learn.
falls into the wrong crowd fast. feeling outcast by the authority figures at his school, he finds his own community. late nights skating, tagging, and doing some type of drug are frequent. so are the pained looks from their mother when they come home as the sun rises once again.
it culminates in a fight at age 16 that practically shakes their little trailer they call home. briar were going nowhere fast, she worked so hard for him and he's throwing it away. he leaves in a huff, taking only what he absolutely needed; his grandparents, his aunts & uncles all tried to get him to stay, but he couldn't do it.
briar couch surfs with his friends for a while before his older cousin & her fiancee take him in to their townhome in penny lane. he had no clue what he was going to do, but the couple struck a deal; he stays in school and actually tries to do the work, and he can stay with them. so, he finished up high school (albeit a year or so late).
that's why you'll see him at bay state gas most nights working the graveyard shift, doing fuck all on his phone or playing paper football with ... himself. he's part time in school studying what the fuck ever, but his heart's not in it -- all these years and he still doesn't know what the hell to do. he used to be a weed dealer, but there's dispensaries now, and it stopped being worth the headache when he ran out of kids to sell oregano to. still acquires the good shit, but now it's for himself <3
─ headcanons .ᐟ
absolutely whacked with a case of severe adhd (based off of my experience as someone w it) that does impact every area of their life. he got diagnosed like four years ago, and he promises he's taking his adderall. sometimes. probably. briar's impulsive (and often self-destructive in an effort to complete some self fulfilling prophecy) actions are often attributed to this. "did you take your meds?" sets him off (often to an irrational degree). he's still got a complex about how he feels his brain fucked up his whole life and nobody did anything until now. best not to mention it at all.
a ridiculous flirt, kind of easy honestly. extremely susceptible to flattery and prone to dishing it out. owns several pieces of merchandise with "i <3 milfs" on it. really annoying and it's worse that a lot of the time it works.
loves spray-painting & tagging, total adrenaline junkie; tags obscenely rich houses and corporation buildings typically. an occasional freeway overpass if he's feeling it. very much subscribes to the "eat the rich" mentality.
always doing something with their limbs; tapping their fingers, bouncing their leg, fiddling with their hair. like the energizer bunny on ... well, adderall.
practices "california sobriety". is high often, says it "calms him" (right right); doesn't particularly enjoy alcohol, though, because he "doesn't like how it makes him feel". will down virgin pina coladas with concerning intensity.
doesn't drive, prefers to just skate everywhere or take the bus. economic king !
will never cut his hair beyond a trim. either wears it down or up in some kind of ponytail/bun combo. braids are rare; he enjoys wearing them, but doesn't love the work of doing them
very close with his grandparents (especially his grandmother) still. calls her at least three or four times a week and visits her when his mom isn't home. many of his fondest memories are connected to her.
talks to his mom maybe once a month. neither of them want to unpack what happened.
almost always able to talk his way out of anything. boyishly charming to an annoying degree.
enjoys an occasional crop top.
─ wanted .ᐟ
anything in his pinterest wanted section.
funny gas station stories: self explanatory. something stupid from the graveyard shift. briar's accidentally been a part of many, many people's lives this way.
hookups: self explanatory. briar's a whore and loves to spread their boundless love <3
platonic: any type of friends. I'd love a best friend, childhood platonic soulmate type shit. a group of friends would also be quite fun; as bad as briar's in in relationships, they're a really good friend. maybe a little flighty, but easy to get along with and even easier to have fun with. offers weirdly good advice, too.
exes, past flings, etc.: briar dates casually, but never for very long. it's always intense in a way that probably isn't healthy for anyone involved. he's long since resigned himself to being the villain in a decent amount of stories, even if he's trying to get better now. it comes with the territory, he supposes. will very rarely say no to a cheeky one night stand or a random intense fling!
the usual: friends, smoking buddies, old classmates, a bully, frenemies, enemies, acquaintances, rivals (academic or otherwise), random one off meetings -- let's throw play-doh at the wall and have fun!! :D
do you hear glum by hayley williams playing? oh, that must be montana 'monty' marchisio breezing by. i don’t know if you recognize them, but they look like chase infiniti to me. i heard that she has been in town for twenty six years, which is crazy considering they are twenty six years old. yeah, they live over on penny lane, and i heard that they work as an ensemble violinist at the theater of arts (in town). i love that they remind me of broken bow strings after playing a show, the constant insatiability of youth in the form of a ticking time bomb, a journal filled with thoughts messier than your room but… ugh, their playlist is so weird. why are stupid song by olivia rodrigo + in the living room by maggie rogers (muse b) + remember my name by mitski in the queue?
do you hear WILD SIDE BY NORMANI playing? oh, that must be GENESIS CARTER breezing by. i heard that SHE has been in town for HER WHOLE LIFE, which is crazy considering she is THIRTY-TWO years old. yeah, she lives over on ELECTRIC AVENUE, and i heard that she works as a BARTENDER @ MILKSHAKE BAR (IN TOWN). i love that she reminds me of TEQUILA SUNRISES, DARK MATTE LIPSTICK, THE SMELL OF LAVENDER & JASMINE, & SLIPPING OUT OF BED BEFORE THE OTHER WAKES UP, but … ugh, her playlist is so weird. why are MY BLOOD, DIAMONDS ARE A GIRL’S BEST FRIEND, & ANTHEMS FOR A SEVENTEEN YEAR-OLD GIRL in the queue?
i. basics
full name: genesis rivera carter
nickname(s): gen
age: thirty-two
date of birth: september 29th
hometown: cider point, ma
gender & pronouns: cis female & she/her
sexual orientation: bisexual
romantic orientation: biromantic
occupation: bartender @ milkshake bar (+ teaches dance classes)
biological parents: marisol rivera (mother) and unknown father
adoptive parents: oliver and william carter
siblings: older brother and dakota carter
ii. back story
(tw: parental death)
born to one marisol rivera, who didn't feel like she was capable of raising a child when she was still trying to figure out life for herself, genesis' time in the womb was spent with the woman sizing up one couple after another in search of people that would give her daughter the life she couldn't: a two parent household with siblings and where there was an unlimited amount of love, financial stability, and memories every child deserved.
officially adopted by the carters, she was raised in a loving home and couldn't have asked for a better upbringing or people to call family, yet she still found herself struggling with feeling like she'd been abandoned, and with no idea of who she was since she didn't know where she came from. but she's very much not a "wear your heart or your emotions on your sleeve" kind of gal so instead of learning to regulate her emotions, pre-teen genesis was starting to become a little bitch. her dads knew that she needed a much healthier way to deal with her big girl feelings, so they suggested she find a hobby or craft to help her work out her shit because they were not about to raise a real life alison dilaurentis or regina george.
she turned to dance as an outlet for her emotions, and sure enough, it helped calm her down (for the most part). she went from dance classes at a studio in town to the high school dance team, and while she did just the bare minimum in academics, she put her all into her passion. she helped lead the team to nationals, and it was then that she decided to pursue dance professionally. college dancing was far more cutthroat than she was used to, and the curriculum was a lot more rigorous than she'd been prepared for, so she only made it through the first two years before dropping out. luckily the boston celtics provided a backup option, and she sailed right through the auditions before landing a spot on the roster. she spent the next five years being hot, throwing ass on the court, and being wined and dined by ballers (which yes, went against the organization's code of conduct but she's too smart to turn down designer bags and private jets).
once she 'retired' from the celtics dance team (or probably got fired for breaking said code of conduct, but that's neither here nor there), she returned to cider point, where a now terminally ill marisol reached out and finally wanted to get to know the daughter she gave up. with her fathers' blessing, she spent almost a year asking the woman every question she'd stressed and cried over for years, with the older latina giving her as much information about her side of their heritage as she could. gen was there when marisol took her final breath, and while it was sad to see the woman go, their brief time together had started to repair that little hole in her heart.
with plans of one day making it out of massachusetts and seeing the world, genesis started teaching dance class in and out of town during the day, while bartending at the milkshake bar at night. she's not complaining, but at this rate, it feels like it'll take forever to save up enough money before she's hopping back on flights. she doesn't have time for that, so if you ask, she is entertaining side hustles, such as [redacted].
➶-͙˚ ༘✶ do you hear WILLING AND ABLE BY NOAH KAHAN playing? oh, that must be EMERSON ROCKWELL breezing by. i don't know if you recognize them, but they look like DAVID CORENSWET to me. i heard that HE has been in town for THREE YEARS, which is crazy considering they are THIRTY-FOUR years old. yeah, they live over on OCEAN AVENUE, and i heard that they work as a FIREFIGHTER/EMT ( IN TOWN ). i love that they remind me of ESPRESSO SHOTS IN THE MID-AFTERNOON THE SCENT OF WARM WOODY COLOGNE AND ANTISEPTIC, BLUE UNIFORMS AND DESIGNER SUITS, COUNTRY DRAWLS AND STRESS-INDUCED SMOKING BASEBALL CAP COLLECTIONS, LEGO ON DISPLAY, & FLASHING RED LIGHTS but … ugh, their playlist is so weird. why is LEAN ON ME in the queue?
biography -˚ ༘✶ pinterest
BASIC INFORMATION
FULL NAME: Emerson Ellis Rockwell.
NICKNAME(S): Em by friends he's close to, Rockie to his co-workers, Emerson to everyone else.
AGE: 34
DATE OF BIRTH: June 25th 1992
CURRENT LOCATION: Ciderpoint, MA
PLACE OF BIRTH: Austin, Texas
ETHNICITY: Caucasian (english/jewish)
GENDER: cis man
PRONOUNS: he/him
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual.
RELIGION: was raised both catholic and jewish, with a catholic father and a jewish mother, he has faith in something, he just doesn't take it seriously.
LANGUAGES: English, some Hebrew, and Spanish (not fluently, but it was the only language they offered in school, at the time, and it was texas!)
OCCUPATION: Firefighter and paramedic
CHARACTER PARALLELS: kelly severide, evan buckley, conrad hawkins, cliff burke, clark kent.
FACECLAIM: David Corenswet
PHYSICAL TRAITS
HEIGHT: 6'4
WEIGHT: 235 lbs
HAIR COLOR: brown/black
EYE COLOR: blue
PIERCINGS: none.
TATTOOS: , here on his leg, here and his daughter's name here
SCARS|MARKS: a scar on his knee from falling as a child, freckles across his body and face.
SIGNATURE SCENT: Santal 33 or Tom Ford tobacco vanille.
PHOBIAS AND DISEASES
MENTAL ILLNESSES/DISABILITIES: anxiety, ASD
RELATIONSHIPS
MOTHER: Sophia Rockwell (nee Cohen)
FATHER: Benjamin Rockwell.
CHILDREN: Vienna Grace Rockwell (16)
SIBLINGS: Levi Rockwell, Eden Rockwell (twin sister), Nora Rockwell.
RELATIONSHIPS: Leighton Sinclair (high school girfriend, mother of his child)
LIKES: a tumbler of whiskey after a long day, sci-fi and fantasy, history, craft beer, especially a fruited sour, music (rap, country, classical, musicals, rock, pop), cars (both buying and fixing), pastries/sweets.
DISLIKES: cold weather, micromanagement, and formal events, which he excels at but dislikes nonetheless.
HOBBIES: Outdoor activities such as hiking, fishing, and horseback riding, cooking (a novice, but he likes trying new recipes), baseball (he’s on a league!), running (he runs every morning, and has done a marathon!), aviation, though this is new to him and fixing things, though this is less of a hobby and more of a nervous habit.
negative traits: hedonistic, cocky, restless, a people pleaser.
aesthetics: baseball caps, pick-up trucks riding through the mud, the scent of antiseptic cleanser and woody warm cologones, lego sets on display, espresso shots in the mid-afternoon, a collection of crushed red bull cans, vintage levi's and button downs, blue uniforms and designer suits, rubber gloves, and flashing red lights, sirens and nerdy dad jokes, strong hands wrapped around warm skin. country drawls and stressed induced smoking. The ache of knowing that no matter how hard you try, you’ll never be enough.
do you hear PERFECT - ALANIS MORISSETTE playing? oh, that must be KYRA LITTEN breezing by. i don’t know if you recognize them, but they look like CHANDLER KINNEY to me. i heard that SHE has been in town for HER WHOLE LIFE ( on and off ), which is crazy considering they are TWENTY-SIX years old. yeah, they live over on ELECTRIC AVENUE, and i heard that they work as a LAWYER ( IN TOWN ). i love that they remind me of PLAID SKIRTS AND STILETTO HEELS, MAKEUP PERFECTLY APPLIED, A COFFEE CUP CONSTANTLY IN HAND, THE WEIGHT OF EXPECTATION ON YOUR SHOULDERS, but … ugh, their playlist is so weird. why is FIREWORKS, THE SUBWAY, ALL MY FRIENDS ARE FAKE in the queue? [ pinterest ]
ABOUT
full name: kyra litten
nicknames: ky
gender/pronouns: cis female, she/her
age: 26
birthday: december 25th 2000
zodiac: capricorn
sexual orientation: pansexual
hometown: cider point, massachusetts
current residence: cider point, massachusetts
occupation: lawyer
family: mother, father, younger brother, younger sister
APPEARANCE
face claim: chandler kinney
height: 1.73m (5'8")
hair: black curly hair, usually tied back
left or right handed: right
HISTORY infidelity tw
being the eldest of the litten children, kyra was born to a world of privilege. whatever she wanted, she got ... except her parents attention. she - and her siblings - were raised by nannies and tutors. her parents were only every around when it was a chance for them to look good.
as the only stability in her siblings lives, kyra quickly became like a third parent for them. she was the one that her siblings turned to whenever they needed someone. she was who they went to if they needed a shoulder to cry on. kyra has always loved her siblings but over the years, she has come to resent them.
because of the family that she came from, kyra has always wanted the 'perfect' life for herself. they might not have a lot of love for one other - not even each other - but they had everything else they could need and kyra wanted to continue to live in that level of comfort.
it felt like a step in the right direction to the life that she wanted... when she started dating stellan mercer. their relationship was the start of the 'perfect' life that kyra had always imagined ... because they were. perfect. everyone said so. the star footballer and head cheerleader? it was a match made in heaven.
and then his accident happened. with stellan injured and the future the two of them had spoke about burning in flames in front of her, kyra freaked out. unlike her, she acted without thinking and found herself in the arms of another man - one of his friends, no less.
when he found out about her infidelity, kyra was almost relieved. not because she wanted to hurt stellan - far from it - but because she didn't have to keep the secret anymore. he knew and she could beg for his forgiveness ... but it didn't work.
with the life that she had dreamt about in tatters, she finally succumbed to the pressure of her parents - she would go to college and then law school and she would come back to cider point and start working underneath her mother. it wasn't exactly what kyra wanted but it was what made sense.
once high school was over, kyra actually looked forward to the idea of getting out of ciderpoint - away from being the woman who had cheated on her boyfriend when everything else looked perfect. she got a place in yale - her mothers alma mater - and left cider point for seven years.
over those seven years, kyra kept her head down. she worked hard to live up to the expectations that her parents had grown to have for her. they had gone from never being around to being hyper vigilant about what she was doing. they would be damned before they let her ruin the reputation of the litten name.
kyra, however, did everything they could have hoped for and more. in turn, did they turn up to her graduation? no. of course not. all she has ever wanted was their love and approval and even when she did exactly what they wanted, she still never got it.
once law school was done, kyra moved back to cider point - as promised. she studied to pass the bar six months after coming home. she's mostly kept her head down. it's a small town and kyra is well aware that small towns do not forget or forgive easily.
WANTED CONNECTIONS
from the start - lufey : (on cidersounds). ever since KYRA LITTEN came back to town - just over a year ago - MUSE B has had a crush on her. a crush that MUSE B is starting to realise is unrequited despite how often KYRA has tried to string them along with the promise of something.
i lost a friend - FINNEAS : (on cidersounds). for most of their childhood, MUSE A and KYRA LITTEN were best friends. they were practically attached at the hip. they dreamed about being at one anothers weddings, about meeting their children, about growing old by each others sides ... until one day, around a year ago, the two of them had a major falling out. KYRA thought that MUSE A was talking about her behind her back, whispering and just generally bitching about her. why? because MUSE B - a mutual friend - told her so. the argument that followed is one that they still haven't been able to put to bed.
everything to everyone - renee rapp : (on cidersounds). growing up with parents who didn't really care too much about them meant that MUSE A and MUSE B came to rely on their big sister, KYRA LITTEN, a little more than most. she became a third parent to her younger siblings and while KYRA loves them to death, she wishes that they'll start to stand on their own two feet a little more.
where you lead - carole king : (on cidersounds). when KYRA LITTEN arrived back in town, her friendships were a little thin on the ground. cut to MUSE A and MUSE B. best friends since they were children who saw KYRA drinking alone at the grand royale and decided to take her under their wing. despite MUSE A and MUSE B knowing one another since they were tiny, KYRA has never once felt left out and the three of them are nearly always together.
cousins / other family : the litten family have lived in ciderpoint for as long as anyone can remember. it would make sense that she has family in town. the dynamics between the families are totally up for interpretation.
people she knew from school : maybe they were friends at school who lost touch, maybe they never liked her in the first place. maybe they were friends but took stellans side in the break up or they looked up to her before the cheating? - the opportunities are endless!
bad influence : especially since college, kyra has been wound pretty tight. would be fun to see someone try and get her to wear her hair down a little and actually have fun for once. she used to be a pretty fun person... maybe they can help her get back to that.
clients : although she hasn't been practicing law for too long, she has had a few clients and she is pretty good at her job. perhaps she got them off a minor crime ... or maybe she didn't and now she has to deal with seeing them all of the time.
