this just in! ARIA GOMEZ has just been spotted in town. Wait. You don’t know who SHE is? the 35 year old DANCE INSTRUCTOR has been in town for, like, HER ENTIRE LIFE. they’re known to be quite IRREVERENT, but being INDEPENDENT seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble LINDSEY MORGAN. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those LIVING IN WORKOUT CLOTHES, HAIR PULLED BACK IN PONYTAILS, STRONG BUT EXHAUSTED MOM vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around BRIGHTSIDE long enough!
details:
aria was born the second child and only daughter in the gomez household. by all accounts, she was a spoiled child, constantly getting herself into scrapes, most of which resulted from attempting to follow her brother around.
from a young age, she was sporty, trying her hand at a variety of different sports, though the thing that most held her heart was dance. aria joined dance teams, competing on her schools’ dance teams, and even working in the local dance studio throughout the summer.
in school, outside of sports, aria was unremarkable – the kind of student who barely scraped by. she was more often than not just barely keeping afloat, struggling not to get in trouble so that she wouldn’t get kicked off the team.
seven years ago, aria’s daughter, alicia, was born. while she was definitely unplanned, alicia is the most important person in aria’s life.
she currently works as a dance instructor, teaching ballet and hip hop to young children. it isn't what she imagined her life would be like, but she does enjoy the work. aria is hoping to one day open her own studio.
this just in! ZAHIR TURAN has just been spotted in town. Wait. You don’t know who HE is? the 35 year old SURGEON has been in town for, like, 35 YEARS. they’re known to be quite ARROGANT, but being PERSISTENT seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble ALP NAVRUZ. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those biting back a grin, readily available sarcastic quips, and the euphoria that comes from saving lives vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around avonlea gardens long enough!
about: tw affair
Zahir had always been a determined sort of person. Limits and boundaries were not something that stopped him. If there was a limit, odds were Zahir would find some way to defy it.
This mindset was something that served him well throughout life. That, and the fact that Zahir genuinely believed himself to be a prodigy. He'd grown up in a household of doctors, and had always known that that would be his path in life. There was no question about it. The Turan name held weight in the medical world, and Zahir would simply have to continue that.
Medical school caused Zahir to question the things he'd believed about himself -- that he was special, that he was a prodigy, that he was born for this -- but as always, he made it through.
Shortly after his 32nd birthday, Zahir found himself engaged. She was a childhood friend, his best friend, if he was being honest, but while he was fond of her, Zahir couldn't say that he was in love with her. Theirs was little more than a business marriage, but at least he knew that they'd both be safe and comfortable within it.
That was until nearly two years later when Zahir cheated. It wasn't something that he set out to do. Marriage was a task like any other -- something that he was determined to excel in -- and yet, with one decision he'd failed. The two broke off their engagement mere months before they were intended to be married.
Zahir has fully thrown himself into his job. He works long hours (which isn't surprising considering his field) and is determined to keep himself away from personal relationships.
Juicy, 21+, EST; ANY. N/A. | this just in! "ZIGGY" SMITH has just been spotted in town. Wait. You don’t know who HE is? the 31 year old TATTOO ARTIST/BARISTA has been in town for, like, SIX MONTHS. they’re known to be quite IRRITABLE, but being CHARMING seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble ALBERTO ROSENDE personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those late night heists, the sound of sirens chasing you down the street, shirts with stitches where holes once used to be vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around RIVERSIDE long enough!
tw: abuse
A smack, mountains of empty beer bottles, and smoke that did not seem to ever dissipate. That's all you can remember from your childhood. From the moment you could produce a thought you've been working, involved in every brainless scheme your parents cooked up. It's how you guys got by, pretending, lying, stealing, doing everything in your power to stay afloat except the moral thing. You had never questioned your status quo, you just knew that you would never stay in one place long enough to make any friends, put down roots, and every memory you did have was either in the back of car, or something you'd rather just forget.
When you were little it was easy to fool people, to trick them into lowering their guard so your parents could swoop in and reap the benefits. You'd think that would mean a nice meal, and a warm bed, but their vices were far stronger than any urge to be a decent parent. When you asked questions or spoke out of turn all you remember were hands flying, and a sudden sharp pain somewhere on your body. It was never the same spot, was it? You quickly learned to not question the motives, to simply bury the feelings with whatever thing was near.
You broke into places, got into fights, learned every trick of the trade, and sometimes it worked. Your parents plans would end up being fruitful, but those were rare times as most times you'd always have to be their scapegoat, the one to take the fall for their actions, and as you grew older it became increasingly difficult to be let off the hook just cause you were a kid. Then one time you were too old for that treatment, and you were sent to Juvi, and your parents never came, they never once showed up or even tried to get you out. The day came when you were released back into the world and you thought they might try something different, get jobs, live a normal life.
You were sorely mistaken as they went back to the same old thing, and they didn't care or even ask if you were okay, let alone hungry. They just did as they always did, they used you for their gain and when something went awry, you were there to be the throwaway piece. So you learned to not trust, to never let anybody get to close, and you got angrier, angry at the world, at your parents, at the very fact that your existence was tied to...this.
So you plotted your revenge, a scheme that went south for them, and you handed over your parents to the authorities, so you could be free of them. They spat and cursed at your name once they had realized, and suddenly you were all alone again. Animals had been a form of comfort and succor for you, they were never ill intentioned they just were, and you loved to take care of these creatures in the world.
Ziggy, you found yourself at a ranch once, a stable boy who took care of horses, and it was a great job. For the most part you were left to your own devices, and whilst the pay wasn't great, mostly due to the fact that your boss underpaid you, something you learned later. It was nice. Nice to see that one boy that made you look twice, he who came by and said your name ever so sweetly. That boy who would be the first time you experienced care, who you let get so close. But it was all a lie. You came from different worlds, he was not like you, he had money, family, a much better life, and you felt betrayed, even when you were ready to say that word you'd never once uttered before. Love.
So you ran, you crashed at random places, and couch surfed till you landed a few things that you felt put you on the right path.
Ziggy doesn't trust most people as given his parentage, he's learned or believes that people will only take advantage of you and will learn to say the right words just to get something out of you.
Ziggy's parents were not good people, they were con men, scammers, those who lie, cheat, and steal their way to make a living. They'd often bring Ziggy along and use him as a scapegoat when things went awry. So he was used to taking the fall for them, knowing that if he ever complained or spoke up, there would be disciplinary actions involved.
His love of animals came from his distrust of people, which is why he volunteers anytime he can at the no kill shelter, and why he truly loves working at the kitty cafe because he can see a better side to people that he doesn't often get to see, plus, cats.
Juicy, 21+, EST; ANY. N/A. | this just in! DECLAN LOVELACE has just been spotted in town. Wait. You don’t know who HE is? the 33 year old WRITER has been in town for, like, 30 YEARS. they’re known to be quite RECKLESS, but being CHARITABLE seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble DREW RAY TANNER. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those RUNNING THROUGH A FIELD OF POPPIES, PLAYING ON YOUR PC WHILE YOUR CAT SITS ON YOUR LAP, TELLING STORIES IN A CIRCLE vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around AVONLEA GARDENS long enough!
tw: cancer mention
Life can be pretty fucking shitty, and that all rings especially true when you’re young and think of nothing but the future, of growing up, never truly appreciating the time of your youth. Declan had learned this lesson early on, a child of the system, the byproduct of high school sweetheart love, two so enamored yet unprepared for the harsh reality of the world, so that baby that came out of spurious love would never know his parents, or at the very least those he shared DNA with. Not that it mattered as he never really lived in the system for long as some hopeful couple had wanted a baby for so long, but they just didn’t have any luck, so in some ways Declan was their miracle child. Besides the somewhat cautionary tale that was his birth, life was pretty normal for him, he was good in school, was an honor roll student all the way up until senior year when he was ready to venture out into the world and become a professional. At least, that was the plan, that’s what most young adults did once their high school career was over, go into higher education, get a degree, and make a career out of it. But on a night out with friends, one of the many that he’d come to know a night that was supposed to be like any other, his world turned upside down. Declan had passed out during one of the school’s football games, walking into the parking lot with his friends as they all celebrated the victory, he collapsed as he fell to catch up to them, and that was all he could recall as the darkness that was trying to invade from his peripheral took over.
The diagnosis was adenocarcinoma, and the fainting spell was brought on due to dehydration probably from the upchucking that he had done at home prior, thinking it must’ve been the corn dog he had ate that just didn’t sit with right him. They told him and his family about the available procedures and all that they could offer, and Declan couldn’t think, he couldn’t say a single word, all he could do was sit there and listen as the fear hit him like a truck. It dashed all his hopes and dreams of the future, as it looked grim, but he was up for the fight, as they call it. As if this thing was just another type of battlefield that he was wholly unprepared for, but he wanted to live, so what other choices were there? After a year in treatment, things started to take a turn for the worse, the doctors were giving up hope, and the look on his parents face as they tried to assuage the news didn’t help. Declan was left in that hospital bed looking at all the stories from his friends, moving on with their lives, going off into college, and he was just stagnant, deteriorating, as if his own body was waging a war with itself. After being told he only had maybe less than a year, he decided to spend his few remaining days in a place he had found online. A place that housed kids like him, kids who were terminal and wanted a better way to spend the rest of their remaining days. So as his bags were packed, he ventured off to what might be the best time in his life.
It felt like Hospice, except all the inhabitants were young, about his age, just young adults that for better or worse, lived their life as best as they could within this abode. He settled in quickly, made friends with the other kids and found in them a second family. They would all do everything together, they’d all tell the wildest stories that they could come up with, say what they would do if they ever got out that place. They’d steal alcohol, drink together, find themselves in the woods making a little bonfire, and Declan figured that it might not be so bad to go if you were surrounded by people who truly loved and cherished you, and knew exactly what you were going through. Declan met a boy, and their feelings for each other sparked quickly, it was beautiful and wild and real, and all the things’ people wish for, so he thought of himself as lucky in that aspect. That he got to experience what felt like love, real love, at least if only even for a little while. They promised they’d marry if they ever got out, but as the story goes, the good times can’t last. It should’ve been obvious given all their circumstances, but it still hurt, hurt like hell to know that seat at the table would never be filled by that person ever again. Here, he began to write, began to immortalize the people he loved in his stories, gave them all the grandeur and fantasy that they deserved. In his stories they got to live, carry out their lives, he gave them adventures, romance, every other amazing thing he could think of that he knew they’d enjoy. Little by little all these stories became a book, the first of many that he would never publish, at least, he didn’t think about it at first, didn’t think he’d ever get to see his work out there in the world. These were just stories he made for his friends, of his friends, and ones that he would keep for life…or at least until his time. Declan experience heartache many other times, as a lot of the faces he knew and loved had vanished, and their big group had dwindled, but even so they never truly left, not while there were pages and lips that said their names.
Then another miracle happened, the miracle baby of his parents got one for himself, new results that said he wasn’t terminal, and that while not fully recovered it meant he could put his life back on track. He was happy, sad, guilty, angry, confused, so many things all at once because…why him? Survivor’s guilt is common, and he knew that, be he didn’t know how visceral it would truly be until he was one himself, a survivor. After he left, he promised to himself to keep them all alive, and he did, his book got published and a bestselling author he became. That one book spawned an entire series, and he had made his friends ever living in those pages that millions of others now read, they fell in love with the same people he did, but they would never truly know how amazing each of them were, not like he did. Now he lives comfortably, playing the same video games one of his friends would’ve raved about, as if he had had kept something each of them loved and carried it with him forever, or as long as that could be. Still, he doesn’t know if he’ll ever find love, or a love as beautiful as his first, survivor’s guilt is a bitch, but it’s the bitch that he carries deep within his heart, and he doesn’t know if there’s anybody who could mend it, those battle scars.
Declan is an accomplished writer who has effectively immortalized all the friends he lost when he was diagnosed, so the world could get to know the amazing people they were.
He incorporated the stories they spoke about late at night, almost like a DND campaign that would sometimes go on even when a seat would suddenly be empty.
Declan has a mouth that runs faster than his brain, so most times he'll say the wrong thing and and himself in hot water, but he's learned to play up this bit.
Because of his past he longs for life and excitement, often finding himself in many different ventures and avenues that you wouldn't normally consider him doing.
Life is too short and precious for him, and the fragility of it all made him all the more grateful for every little thing that people dismiss.
this just in! ADIYA YOUSEF has just been spotted in town. Wait. You don’t know who SHE is? the THIRTY EIGHT year old FILM JOURNALIST has been in town for, like, THREE YEARS. they’re known to be quite RESERVED, but being CREATIVE seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble MAY CALAMAWY. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those LATE NIGHTS ON APARTMENT BALCONIES DRINKING WINE, CIGARETTES STAINED WITH LIPSTICK, GLASSES RESTING ON TOP OF A MASS OF CURLY HAIR vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around DOWNTOWN long enough!
triggers: single parenthood / deadbeat dads
THE BASICS:
full name: adiya raaidha yousef
birthday: october 28th (38 years old)
gender: cis woman (she/her)
sexuality: pansexual
relationship status: very single
job: freelance film journalist
BASIC INTRO:
will be updated accordingly!
adiya is originally from austin texas, she was raised by a single mother and grandparents.
her father decided to dip when adiya was very young, he was pretty useless. after a particularly explosive argument with her mother, he left.
this all happened when adiya was a teeny tiny baby, so she doesn't really know her dad, all this hasn't affected her.
growing up, adiya was always a creative soul, scribbling in notebooks, writing stories, drawing pictures, watching films etc.
as a teenager, she joined the school newspaper, and that was it, adiya fell in love with journalism, specifically film journalism.
her mother realised that she had a talent and she wanted adiya to pursue that. so she worked hard, saved up some money. to help adiya go to college.
adiya also got herself a job and she also worked her ass off, eventually she got into college, she studied journalism.
she finished college and did really well, got a job an indie magazine, she did their film reviews, adiya had the best time there, she made some of her closet friends there.
adiya only went up from there, nowadays, she works as a freelance film journalist.
she used to live in new york, but made the move to clearwater three years ago, looking for a little bit of a slower pace of life.
now she lives in a cute cosy apartment in downtown clearwater, she's got a dog, a greyhound called cooper.
adiya is like ur cool, fun mysterious aunt, who appears every christmas, with fun stories and great presents.
adiya is living her best life nowadays, things are really good for her!!
WANTED CONNECTIONS:
friends (childhood friends, best friends, close friends etc)
sibling type relationship
fwbs / hook-ups
crush (??)
exes
adiya and y/m don't get on??
neighbours
if you'd like to plot with adiya, then please like this post and i'll drop you a message or feel free to message me on discord @ radcorrie. thank you!!
this just in! YARROW TRÊ has just been spotted in town. Wait. You don’t know who SHE is? the 42 year old ARTIST/PART TIME BARTENDER has been in town for, like, 10 YEARS. they’re known to be quite ERRATIC, but being RESOURCEFUL seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble LEVY TRAN. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those fingers wrapped in colorful bandaids, loud sleepless nights filled with unshakeable frenzy & the smell of burnt metal clinging to your soul vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around AVONLEA GARDENS long enough!
BASICS
Full Name: Yarrow Anh Trê
Age: 42
Gender & pronouns: cisfemale, she/her
Birthday: December 2nd 1982
Heritage: vietnamese
Religion: atheist
Romantic Orientation: lesbian
Residencies: tbd
Highest Education Level: bachelor of arts
Occupation(s): artist (metal sculptures, everything she can melt with a forge) & part-time bartender at the 8-Ball
PHYSICAL EXAM
Faceclaim: Levy Tran
Eyes: dark
Hair: jet black
Body Type: muscular, she weights heavy charges and manipulates heavy tools for her pieces
Distinguishable Marks: a looot of tattoos she loves to get new tattoos every few months, and most of them are ruined by burns and cuts, she has a lot of scars on her hands and arms because of her work
Mannerisms: staring into space, fidgeting with her bracelets, pocketing everything
Hobbies & Interests: visiting museums/art exhibits, drawing and painting when she can't go to the studio, books about cars, cooking (not baking heck), going to the gym, drinking with friends
AFFILIATIONS & RELATIONSHIPS
Family: A mother and four younger siblings, father unknown. Lots of cousins and aunts and uncles though
Romantic History: a few girlfriends here and there, a former fiancée who traumatised Yarrow by leaving her at the alter at their wedding
Yarrow is currently in a committed relationship with Andréa Gomes-Ruiz
Notable Friends: tbd (also see wanted connection page + at the end of this post <3)
HABITS & LIFESTYLE
Daily Routine: pretty hectic at times but getting better with age. Will spend a lot of time at her workshop during the day, maybe hang out around town, at night she'll either have a shift at the bar or come home to her sweet girlfriend. Yarrow doesn't sleep much, hasn't ever, so she tends to be tired during the day and drink tons of coffee
Exercise Habits: goes jogging at the crack of down if she can't sleep, goes to the gym twice or thrice a week, but she does lots of heavy lifting on the sides so there's no need for more
Substance Use: (alcohol mention tw) after being left at the altar, Yarrow went through a really dark time, and alcohol was a way for her to make days blur together, keep the pain at bay. Her alcohol cunsumption isn't as dangerous as it used to be, but she does resort to it if stressed or faced with problems
Personal Aesthetic: usually wears her hair tied up, sneakers, clothes she can tore and dirty. Can dress up for the occasion though
WANTED CONNECTIONS
Gym bros
Exes (Yarrow has been in a relationship for 5 years but she arrived in Clearwater 10 years ago, they could have hooked up and stayed friends? or not as you wish hehe)
Work colleagues (either artists who meet at a gallery or at the bar)
Student/Mentor (some young artist who likes Yarrow's art and wants to learn the ropes)
Metal Scrap Rat bros (Yarrow needs tons of metal for her sculptures so they could go to the garage, recycling centers together idk)
Bar buddies
Neighbors
lgbtq+ buddies ( all are welcome Yarrow is very invested in her community but come on i need me some lesbian bffs)
SMALL BIO
Yarrow was born near Miami, she was raised by a loving single mother whose luck never struck out in love as she kept encountering men who left her as soon as they could. Yarrow has four other siblings whom she loves dearly and would kill for, but sadly she doesn’t see them much anymore since she moved to Clearwater 10 years ago.
Through her life Yarrow has built a career for herself as an artist, building dreamlike metal constructions that have won her recognition in this field as a talented and respected lesbian woman of color. She’s very proud of her work, which she sacrifices a lot of energy and passion to. Growing up in a poor household, Yarrow has always needed to work, even though she’s gained enough traction that she can live from her art without having to take bartending shifts. If asked about it, she’ll usually reply that it keeps her inspired, but the complete truth is she needs the escape from her busy brain and bartending seems to do the trick.
Yarrow was 26 when she met her former fiancée, a whirlwind of burning love that, if Yarrow took the time to analyse, could be described as toxic but which, at the time, stole her every breath. Yarrow was 31, in a beautiful white dress, when she was left at the altar in front of all her family and friends. “I’ve met someone else,” she read in some sms received hours later, “we can still be friends tho?” It was the first time Yarrow cried in front of her mother and siblings. The once resilient and as strong as her metal structures older sister had been crushed to dust, bent into emptiness.
It took quite a few months for Yarrow to come back from the dark place she had been sent to and, as soon as she could finally go outside without panicking, she packed her bags and moved out, unable to live in a town where she could still taste the bitterness of her pain, and she picked a random town where an artist residence had invited her and set shop there. It’s been 10 years since Yarrow’s arrived in Clearwater and settled down. She’s got herself a practical and big workshop/forge where she spends most of her time planning a new exhibition. She’s invested in the community and wants to be helpful as much as possible. She often bartends at the 8-Ball and likes to hang out at the garage for spare scraps of metal and most of all, she’s managed to invest herself in a committed relationship which she had never thought would be possible. All in all, life’s great, right… ?
THANKS for taking the time to read all this holy heck send me a dm if you want to plot!! <3
✷ occupation: radio host – wclr 98.7fm: wake up, clearwater @ clearwater radio
✷ main location: downtown
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✷ height: 5’7”
✷ weight: 132 lbs
✷ body type: lean, long-limbed, always looks like she just stepped out of an editorial
✷ eye color: deep hazel with gold flecks
✷ hair color: jet black, thick and always styled with purpose
✷ dominant hand: right
✷ tattoos: tiny microphone on her inner wrist, radio tower behind her left ear, and a line of script in hindi along her ribs that no one’s ever seen unless they’ve really earned it
✷ piercings: doubles in both ears, helix on the left
✷ scars: a small one under her chin from a childhood fall off her bike
✷ conditions: insomnia (manages it with espresso and midnight playlists), occasional panic attacks (masked by control and charisma)
✷ skills: interviewing like a pro · cutting off a politician mid-lie with grace · curating perfect playlists · reading people’s bullshit instantly · making dead air sound poetic
✷ likes: late-night edits · oversized headphones · calling people out with a smile · silk shirts · rainy days and revolution talk · the power of a well-placed song
✷ dislikes: fake apologies · mansplainers · silence without meaning · weak coffee · when people say “you’re too much” like it’s a bad thing
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anika shah didn’t come to clearwater to be liked—she came to be heard. raised in jersey city with a voice that could command a room by age eight, she grew up knowing two things: the truth matters, and someone’s gotta say it out loud. after a scandalous exit from a major nyc station (and one viral on-air moment that burned every bridge on her way out), she landed in clearwater with nothing but her mic, her mouth, and something to prove.
now, she’s the unapologetic voice behind “wake up, clearwater”, the morning show everyone in town either loves or rage-listens to. politics, playlists, public call-outs—if it’s happening in town, anika’s already dissected it live. off-air, she’s a little quieter, a little softer, but still impossible to bullshit. she keeps her circle tight, her standards high, and her past behind glass—where it stays unless you’re brave enough to ask.
she’s ambition in a silk blouse. charisma with a bite. clearwater might not be ready for her, but that’s never stopped her before.
this just in! ANDREA GOMES has just been spotted in town. Wait. You don’t know who she is? the 42 year old ETHICS PROFESSOR has been in town for, like, 30 years. they’re known to be quite STRAIGHT LACED, but being FLEXIBLE IN HER THINKING seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble nicola correia-damude. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those pant suits and heels, a love of constellations, and a desperate desire to be needed vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around avonlea gardens long enough!
details (tw infertility, car accident, parental loss, adoption):
Andrea was born to Michael and Alyssa Gomes. They'd been married for ten years and had given up on ever having children by the time she came along. So, needless to say, she spent the entirety of her childhood knowing that she was a miracle of sorts.
For the most part, her childhood was idyllic. Andrea is sure that if she really thinks about, she can pinpoint moments that weren't great, but she prefers to think of that time of her life as perfect. Especially as it compared to the remainder of her teenage years.
Her twelfth birthday signaled the great before and after moment. One day, she was a child, well loved. The next, she was an orphan adrift in the world.
The Ruiz family weren't the first foster family she experienced, but they were the best. So, when they sat her and down and asked if she'd like to be part of their family, Andrea had no choice but to say yes. Her parents were never coming back, and remaining in care until she aged out did not seem like a better option.
Slowly she began to open up and enjoy this new life she'd been given. She even had two brothers now.
Teaching wasn't a profession that she imagined for herself, but more of something that she's fallen into. Now that she's been at the university for half a decade and is working towards tenure, Andrea can admit that she enjoys it, but she can't help but wonder if there's anything else out there for her.
