hey guys , libby here ! way too late to this fun lil party , and here to present you with only the bare minimum of a backstory , and the shell of a personality . ugh ! my mind ! i had so many ideas for the rosenthal’s bleeding heart , but alas ... i struggled to put most of it into words . ig that’s what happens when you decide to create a brand spankin’ new muse . here’s to hoping she’ll flesh out better in interactions than she did in this lil intro post . but now , without further ado , i present to you my environmentalist in the making ! and if you want to plot hit that lil heart and i’ll be breaking down the door of your discord in a real hot minute !
。· . ˙ ☀ ⌈ kelsey merritt + cis female + she / her + the black sheep ⌋ yo , have you meet that POGUE , sadie rosenthal , yet ? — no ? well , to give you a little heads up before you do , they’re a TWENTY-ONE year old , WAITRESS AT DORO’S DINER AND ENVIRONMENTAL STUDIES STUDENT , and have been living in coston for TEN YEARS . since i’ve known them , they’ve reminded me of MEANINGFUL CONVERSATIONS WITH A STRANGER , MELTED ICE CREAM DRIPPING DOWN FINGERS DECORATED WITH TINY GOLD RINGS , TANGERINE PEELS DROPPED INTO A WINE GLASS , A WINDOW WIDE OPEN TO THE GLARE OF THE MORNING SUN , WHITE LINEN PANTS AND ALWAYS BARE FEET . usually they’re quite ALTRUISTIC & ECCENTRIC but just make sure you keep an eye out for them around town because i heard can be quite FLIGHTY & ORNERY as well so here’s hoping they aren’t the ones to undo this whole peace pact they have going on this summer . but just between you & me , i kinda hope it all falls apart . the rivalry keeps this whole boring town interesting . ✏ libby, twenty, she / her, cst
𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛
sadie rosenthal had been conceived on a yacht anchored in the south of france , or perhaps on one of the white beaches right where the tide ebbed and flowed , where the water began to froth , where the land met the sea ( the specifics were buffudled , but all that mattered was that she was ). think : sunkissed limbs tangled together in a fervid frenzy that burned hotter than the summer sun , water-woven hair , and foaming waves stretching around knotted bodies like a blanket . think : two strangers drunk off a shared bottle of dom pérignon . think : lust mistaken for love . sadie had been born the dampened finger that extinguished a scorching flame , this wailing and pink thing , who entered the world choking on her own saltwater tears , had bound two unwilling strangers together for life .
she had aged right where she had been brought into being , along the edge of the sea , where the sweeping sky muddled with the waves ( should she lie with her back flat , the two were interchangeable ). it was there that she had grown to feel most at home , toes curling into the warm sand as she flipped through pages upon pages of heavy books that looked rather odd in her tiny and tremoring grasp . sadie rosenthal had always felt more like a cracked cone oozing melted butter pecan gelato , or fior di latte , or whatever sweetened flavor had slipped from someone’s clutches and been left to fester , than girl ( she was but a brief blip of joy , not unlike the sticky and sand riddled treat . but where the two differed was that she had always been unwanted ).
reared only partially ( and even that choice of word was a bit too generous ) by a cutthroat stockbroker who read more like a caricature plucked right off the pages of a wolf on wall street than an actual man , she had taught herself from a young age that simply being aubrey rosenthal’s offspring did not permiss her his love , learned to live off his fleeting affections and fleeting presence. raised only a wee bit more by a woman who read more like an new author’s unfinished , unedited first draft ( the kind of flourishing prose that possessed no meaning further than surface level prettiness , the kind of prose that publishing houses aplenty would reject ), sadie felt more adult , more complete , at age twelve than she imagined adrienne almonte might ever be . but while she might have existed in a world of her own , at least her mother was there . manic and messy , an abstract artist , who smeared paint across canvases that littered every corner of their little chateau by the sea , across the wallpapered walls , the busts and books that lined the shelves , but there . her father had only left mere pieces of himself throughout their house , his smoked cigars left behind in all the little nooks and crannies , his festering glass of scotch on his bedside table , another on the group near his armchair in the study , crooked portraits of the three hung haphazardly upon the walls , but he only showed face for weeks at a time before returning to his real family .
it wasn’t until her father’s first wife had begun to question exactly where he had been wiring all that money to ( soon after , filing for a divorce ), that he had moved his replacement family into his real home . and sadie had come to the sudden realization that she found it much easier to love her father from afar .
a microscope was not needed to assess the damning damage that had turned aubrey rosenthal into the shell of the man he once was , the hoax that sadie had grown to adore . she had cut out clippings in a magazine that highlighted the family-man and his benevolent streak , tucked them into her books and used them as page markers , felt her heart swell knowing that the man who had birthed her was so good . no , she might not have been apart of the family in question , but one mistake ( yes , she is considered a mistake . he knows that , and she knows that ) made in the heat of the moment didn’t make him bad . it was all that deceit , all that rot , his fraudulent manner guised by his generous donations to charities that he had barely researched , that turned sadie’s adoration into disgust . she decided then and there that her goodness need not be contingent on saving face , that she could make her mark on the world without the copious sums of money and the page six articles .
𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑑𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑠
sadie has always felt out of place , a tad bit too posh to truly fit in with the pogue’s ( a side effect of her plush private school education and bottomless bank account ), a wee bit too rugged to truly fit in with the kooks ( she’d always felt as if she had been more gilded than gold , tarnished by green hues of patina . vintage and second hand in the way that might have caused them to turn up their noses ) . she had been born unto a great deal of money , but she had been kept tucked far away from high society , like an ugly secret blooming beneath the surface . and while she spent her days claiming that she didn’t have money , her father did , that didn’t stop her from funding her own college with the checks he wired into her account in place of an apology .
she’s always had expensive taste , and though she lives in a small beach shack far from her family’s large second home on figure eight island , it’s furnished rather lavishly . though she purchased it all herself ( waitressing is great money when it’s not being placed aside for college ). It’s all a bit bohemian luxe , with vintage morroccan rugs lain over the cracked flooring , faux ( of course ) mongolian fur littered throughout the space ( though it looked great , it wasn’t the best interior design choice for a girl who spent her days on the beach ), large and small , but all antique and all ornate mirrors nailed into the walls , bright jewel toned colors and far too many old books stacked on every open surface . it looked a bit like something that might be seen in an anthropologie catalogue.
she’s thrifted almost all the clothing , and books she owns , making for quite an eclectic taste in clothing and novels .
her love for the environment had began the moment she picked up her first cracked and worn coffee table book , flipping through pages upon pages of images of the rainforest . she substituted story books for all of mother’s coffee rimmed table books , skimmed through them with the same fascination other girls her age might have read eloise at the plaza with . by the age of eleven she was reading the pages of environmental ethics books , not fully understanding but knowing that she wanted to .
she’s a pescatarian , finding it a bit too difficult to eat meat after the many documentaries she had viewed over the years . luckily , it was no difficult feat finding good seafood so close to the water .
。· . ˙ ☀ ⌈ aron piper + cis male + he/him ⌋ yo , have you meet that POGUE , arturo vallez , yet ? — no ? well , to give you a little heads up before you do , they’re a TWENTY TWO year old , LANDSCAPER , and have been living in coston for TWENTY TWO years . since i’ve known them , they’ve reminded me of MEANINGLESS TATTOOS ETCHED UPON SUN KISSED SKIN , QUIET DINER BREAKFASTS IN COFFEE STAINED BAND TEES , THE THREE BUBBLES TYPING IN REPLY BUT DISAPPEARING JUST AS QUICKLY & LATE NIGHT DRIVES ALONG THE COAST . usually they’re quite LOYAL & RESILIENT but just make sure you keep an eye out for them around town because i heard can be quite IMPULSIVE & GULLIBLE as well so here’s hoping they aren’t the ones to undo this whole peace pact they have going on this summer . but just between you & me , i kinda hope it all falls apart . the rivalry keeps this whole boring town interesting .
SORRY I’M SO LATE !!!!!!! but hello everyone i’m caro and ... y’all i’ve been waiting forever to plot & write here with you !! i binged outer banks so FAST and then when i saw there was an rp based on it :’ ) i knew i had to bring my BIG DUMB BOY, arturo. okay, under the cut you can read up on him/ give this a LIKE and i’ll come bug ya for some plots.
& some 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒔
full name: arturo vallez
nicknames: art, arty, turo
age: twenty two
date of birth: march 16th
hometown: coston, north carolina
preferred pronouns: he/him
orientation: pansexual
education: high school diploma
occupation: landscaper, ( on the side, musician – drummer )
my little drummer boy, arturo – if you’re a pogue you definitely don’t call him by his full name it’s either art, arty or turo.
he is the eldest of three. he has two younger sisters and he is the classic Protective older brother.
his parents talk of their forbidden love -- his mother’s parents never actually approving of his father and to him and his sisters it always sounded so romantic how they eloped and came over to the states from spain. they immediately fell in love with the town of coston, deciding this is where they would settle down and have a family. together they definitely had their struggles figuring out their new life, but his parents gave all they could to ensure he and his sisters had a positive upbringing.
growing up was quite uneventful in the best of ways. had a pretty pleasant childhood. loving parents and a relatively healthy, happy family. he went through the normal awkward puberty phase, endured his share of teenage bullies, struggled his way through history & physics.
while he was always quite close to both of his parents, his father and him bonded over their love of music at quite a young age. arturo grew up knowing not to touch his dad’s vinyl as it was his sacred collection. still the boy would listen at any chance he got. hc arty layin in his livin room floor listenin to all the oldies. the rolling stones stan right here u will hear beast of burden blastin’ from his room
he had his own bond over music with his mother as well. as a young child she taught him basics on the piano – she wasn’t a teacher of any sort, but she taught him all she could until it was time to start taking lessons. piano lessons came first. he really wanted to jump right into guitar tbh, but he got looped into taking piano lessons. when he got to middle school you had to have a certain number of years in piano to take up percussion in his music class and guess who had those years of piano lessons under his belt !!! u guessed it arturo !!! this is where his love of the drums came !!!
this boy has a niche for instruments. it didn’t just stop with the piano and drums. arturo got his guitar lessons, went through a harmonica phase, he’s dabbled with a bass. he can write a melody better than he can write a text. once it comes to lyrics he’s done for – arturo just isn’t very good with words.
his parents always REALLY wanted him to go to uni, honestly but it just hasn’t been in the cards. their fam really couldn’t afford it, and there was no way arturo could afford it no matter how much he’s worked to save up. he’s always really wanted to go into computer science though.
so right now he’s a landscaper -- the company he works for does a lot of jobs in the figure 8 (possible connection that he’s doing work for a kook fam!!) and you’ll also see him doing the odd landscaping job at the coston resort if they ever hire on for bigger jobs.
he’s a drummer in a band (CALLING OTHER MUSICIAN POGUES be in a band with him pls), they really just play at dive bars and stuff nothin’ big
tbh arturo is an irresponsible mess most of the time.
he sleeps through his alarms – literally will wake up late in the afternoon every day, is constantly late to everything. all his closest pals know if u want turo to be On Time you have to tell him to get there at least a half hour before he really needs to be. on many occasions in his adolescence he has been fired from his jobs because of missing shifts/calling out
maybe u could see this coming, but he’s pretty much a night owl. he’ll stay up into the wee hours of the morn dickin around and sleep the day away.
says “oh baby!”, “nah” and “sick” way too much
overall pretty loud and outgoing
is extremely flighty and unreliable when it comes to all things romantic. although it doesn’t FEEL like it to him, he’s actually pretty charming.
wanted connections: ik i mentioned them up in the intro, but any pogue musicians that wanna form a BAND hmu !!! if you’re a kook and you are planning on doing some landscaping lmk because turo is probably on the Job. alright alright, so he really needs the basics ofc like FRIENDS: ride or die, a wingman pls this kid needs all the help he can get, his confidant, a sibling like bond, idk i could literally go on forever with friendship dynamics so pls we can brainstorm together!! CHILDHOOD PALS. ok he needs other computer nerds pls and lol on the other hand like where are the surfers at he needs some friends to surf with, exes on bad terms because lbh arturo probably fucked it up a lot, exes on good terms that are actually friends, hook ups, maybe someone he can write music with because he’s shit a shit lyricist, someone that will talk conspiracies with him, but honestly i would be so excited for literally any connection pls come plot with me !!!!
。· . ˙ ☀ ⌈ finn cole + cis male + he / him ⌋ yo , have you met that POGUE , arlo harvey , yet ? — no ? well , to give you a little heads up before you do , they’re a TWENTY year old , ROOFER , and have been living in coston for TWENTY YEARS . since i’ve known them , they’ve reminded me of BARE FEET ON HOT SAND , THE EYE OF A HURRICANE , SEA GULLS DRIFTING LAZILY OVER THE COAST , FLOATING ON A SURFBOARD WITH YOUR EYES CLOSED , THE SUN BAKING INTO YOUR SKIN , THE SCENT OF ALOE AND SEA SALT . usually they’re quite RELIABLE & HONEST but just make sure you keep an eye out for them around town because i heard can be quite EXPLOSIVE & STUBBORN as well so here’s hoping they aren’t the ones to undo this whole peace pact they have going on this summer . but just between you & me , i kinda hope it all falls apart . the rivalry keeps this whole boring town interesting .
right-o hello hello i’m b i’m 24 yrs old and i live in good ol’ central florida. it’s been quite some time since i wrote an intro so p l e a s e excuse my mess ofmgjfdbj i bingewatched outer banks literally the minute it came out on netflix so like i cannot even begin to describe how happy i am to be here, and with my fav man finn cole
arlo fuckin’ harvey
( & yeah that’s usually how ppl say it bc let’s face it he’s always kind of been a little shit )
quick bio
arlo was born and raised in the cut from the moment he popped out of his momma and started swimming circles 'round the little inflatable pool in their trailer’s living room. coston is home and there’s really no place arlo has ever wanted to be. cut him open and he bleeds saltwater; take him too far away from the coast and he’ll turn to stone. or something like that. it doesn’t really matter; he’d never willingly leave.
what was once bright & shiny potential, described by his elementary school teacher’s as “quite the handful, but delightfully brilliant” has evolved (devolved?) into what can only be described in the words of his ninth grade gym teacher as “a menace, a dismal waste of youth, goin’ nowhere just like his damn pa,”; a prophecy, perhaps, as it was filled just one year later when arlo finally got fed up with a kook upperclassmen and nearly broke his jaw (but definitely dislocated it). he walked off campus that day and didn’t bother coming back. strong, willing to shut up and just work, he found a construction crew and started making money instead of making grades.
no one knows where the money goes. all his socks have holes in them and he’s worn the same hoodie for three years now. he’s got a decent collection of boards to combat whatever the tide throws at him but the majority of his earnings seem to just disappear into thin air and no amount of questioning in regard to the amount he must have saved up seems to shake him.
he might be an honest guy, but that’s not to say he’s always forthright with information he thinks is better off left unsaid.
[ tl;dr / headcanon ]
hs drop-out born in a trailer park on the cut
still lives in the same trailer park but he’s got his own trailer now
surfer boy could still go pro if he ever leaves the east coast
(prediction: he will never leave coston)
works construction, makes the most money fixing kooks’ roofs after a storm
hates kooks, long live the pogues eat the motherfuckin’ rich
dad’s the town drunk and everyone knows it
his mom left coston when he was 7 and didn’t bother comin’ back
kind of a grumpy guy but he’s generally friendly towards the people he likes
will occasionally crack a joke and smile about it but pls dont expect it
acts way older than he is tbh doesn’t smoke or drink cus it turns him into a rage machine
seriously he loves to brawl and alcohol does not help him any
100% will take ur girl on a boat ride in the middle of the night and there’s nothing u can do about it
。· . ˙ ☀ ⌈ lee jieun + cis female + she/her/hers⌋ yo , have you meet that KOOK , ivy nam , yet ? — no ? well , to give you a little heads up before you do , they’re a TWENTY-TWO year old , COLLEGE GRADUATE , and have been living in coston for TWENTY-TWO YEARS . since i’ve known them , they’ve reminded me of BACH BEING PLAYED ON A VIOLIN , LATE NIGHTS SPENT FINISHING A COLLEGE THESIS , & COLOR COORDINATED PLANNER . usually they’re quite INDEPENDENT & A PERFECTIONIST but just make sure you keep an eye out for them around town because i heard can be quite NARCISSISTIC & CONCEITED as well so here’s hoping they aren’t the ones to undo this whole peace pact they have going on this summer . but just between you & me , i kinda hope it all falls apart . the rivalry keeps this whole boring town interesting .
hello everyone, my name is kashia and i’m so excited for this roleplay! i hope you all enjoy my bby ivy, i love her so much.
tw: mental health
aesthetic
iced coffee in mason jars, practicing violin right after school, hair flowing down one’s back, polished finger nails, a golden retriever demanding for your attention, rainy days, designer clothing, succulents sitting on a windowsill, clinking of glasses, forced smiles, automatic handshakes, a broken violin, and sleepless nights
“Ivy, Ivy Nam is that you? I didn’t know you were back.”
Hearing her name, Ivy looked up from her phone as her pup, a golden retriever, ran over to the new person. Excitement could be seen in the animal’s eyes but the same couldn’t be said for his owner. What could be seen was fake, a mask of kindness and love. “Yeah, I just got back a couple of days ago,” she said to the other, slipping her phone into her pocket. “Finally back home and for good this time.”
“Wow, that’s great,” the person said, a smile on their face. “So you finished school?”
She nodded her head, watching as the other went down to pet Scully. The golden retriever loved the attention, just like his owner. It was just at that very moment she didn’t want any attention on her. “Yep, graduated last week. It was a lot of fun, missing my professors and friends a lot right now. But it’s alright because I’m back in town with my favorite people.” There was venom in her words but with that smile of hers, it wasn’t paid any mind. “Everything still looks the same, which is good.”
“Oh yeah, nothing has changed. The stores are still up, your family’s resort is still thriving, tourists still love this place, and the divide between the Pogues and Kooks is still a thing.” The other rolled their eyes. “That’s really silly, don’t you think?”
Ivy just stood there, silent for a few seconds, mind processing what was said. Her favorite shops were still open, she already knew that her family’s resort was thriving, everyone knew that. It was the reminder of Pogues and Kooks that got her. Being away at college, the college grad didn’t have to think about her town’s rivalry. Not even the accident that happened a year ago was on her mind, as she wasn’t even home during that time. She did a study abroad program to Paris for the summer, unaware of anything happening back home. It was a shock when news got back to her. “I think it’s cute,” Ivy finally answered, twirling a strand of her long black hair. “It’s apart of our town’s history and it’s not like anything bad will happen again.”
“I guess you’re right.” Silence took over the two, minus the sound of Sully’s barking. “Are you happy to be back home?”
Taking a deep breath in and giving the town a once over, Ivy genuinely smiled at the other. It was small yet gentle. “Honestly? I am. I missed this place while I was gone. It’s nice to be back.” Pulling out her phone, she checked the time, seeing that she had to go. “We have to go, I have a meeting with my father soon. Only came here to pick something up-- for him, of course.” Her words were rushed, tripping over each other as if she was hiding something. The other didn’t notice, thank God. “Come on, pup,” she called to her golden retriever who gave the other one less nudge before following behind his owner.
The two split up, the other unaware of how Ivy’s heart was beating rapidly. How nervous she was to be having a conversation out of the local Pharmacy. Where she was picking up prescriptions for herself, not at all wanting someone to know.
summary about ivy
the only child of the nam family who own’s the local resort, she is sad to take over after her father / just recently graduated from college where she studied business and had a minor in violin performance / went to yale before coming back home, she lowkey misses it / during middle and high school, she was most likely that girl who was at the top of her classes and did everything / attempted to do the same thing in college but that resulted in her not getting any sleep and fucking up her mental health / whenever she did try to sleep, she would pop up in the middle of the night. unable to sleep any longer / dealing with insomnia that she tried to deny until it got bad and she had to seek professional help / this is kept under wraps about her and she refuses to let anyone know of this “minor hiccup” in her life / now that she’s back, she’s continuing to keep this from people outside of her family and showing off as if everything is alright / was in paris when the accident happened last year, so she’s a bit out of the loop because of that
random facts
sully is her puppy and he’s only a few months old, he’s baby / google calendar is her entire life. seriously, if you need her, look at her calendar to see if she’s free / plays violin and ended up breaking one of them due to something that happened at college. aka, she blacked out and broke it due to stress / while she could live with her parents, she found an apartment of her own. she just finds it better to live alone after doing that at school / uh our bisexual queen (i don’t play straight characters) / runs on coffee
wanted connections
old high school rivals: because she’s a girl who strives to be better than everyone, i’m sure that she butt heads a lot with this person. they were constantly fighting over the top spot in their graduating class until ivy snatched it for her own. maybe they still don’t get along and still make everything a competition.
childhood best friend: everyone needs a best friend, even this perfectionist ivy. they’re someone who she continued to text and call even while away for school. they’re someone who she can trust and fall back on when things go rough. however, they’re still unaware of ivy’s mental health and it’s something that she’s currently trying to figure out how to tell them.
ex-childhood friend: the two had a falling out and are no longer friends. maybe it was because they just didn’t have the same interests and didn’t have anything to talk about.
people who work at her family’s resort: maybe she’s friendly with them or maybe they don’t like each other. who knows, we can brainstorm about this more.
family friend: someone who’s family is on the same level as the nam family and are close with her father. like, they go golfing and shit, like those type of rich people. and because of this, ivy and this person are usually put together because they’re close in age. we can decide if they’re actually friends or they don’t get along.
i’m down for just coming up with stuff together! i’m open to any and everything.
。· . ˙ ☀ ⌈ madelyn cline + cis female + she / her + the maverick ⌋ yo , have you meet that POGUE , mason sterling , yet ? — no ? well , to give you a little heads up before you do , they’re a TWENTY-TWO year old , FREELANCE PHOTOGRAPHER / BARTENDER , and have been living in coston for TWENTY-TWO YEARS . since i’ve known them , they’ve reminded me of GRAINY PHOTOGRAPHS DEVELOPED ON FILM, LIGHTENING BUGS MAKING THEIR FIRST APPEARANCE OF THE SUMMER, NOTES SCRIBBLED IN THE MARGINS, WHITE COTTON SHEETS ON A CLOTHESLINE, AND A MIDDAY NAP UNDER THE SUMMER SUN . usually they’re quite INTUITIVE & EMPATHETIC but just make sure you keep an eye out for them around town because i heard can be quite RESERVED & UNFORGIVING as well so here’s hoping they aren’t the ones to undo this whole peace pact they have going on this summer . but just between you & me , i kinda hope it all falls apart . the rivalry keeps this whole boring town interesting
hi kids! i’m b and this is my sweet mason who is a lil too curious . . . a lil too stubborn . . . and prob shouldn’t be climbing trees anymore . i’ll tell you why in a minute .
BACKGROUND.
near the muddy waters of the cut, surrounded by tangled woodland, there was a two-bedroom house with a leaky roof and an old dog named arlo constantly snoozing on the front step. the sterling residence was nothing to look twice at, but it was home for the first eleven years of mason’s life. she lived there with her dad, matthew, and her mother, charlotte, and things were never quite easy.
mason was a save the marriage baby, a last ditch effort to rekindle love that was slowly fading to nothing... and it worked, for a little while. but as she got older and the novelty of a shiny new baby wore off, things between her parents got rocky again. they were constantly fighting over, well, everything, but money was the root of a lot of it. her dad worked two jobs and still didn’t make much, especially when her mom had a habit of blowing it on things that were far from necessary.
everyone in the cut knew it, too, the way the sterlings were falling apart.. mason knew it was bad when her friends parents’ started bringing it up to her, just checking in to see if she was okay. and she was, for the most part, until the other shoe drop and her mom moved out, revealing she’d been having a long term affair with someone on the other side of the island.
charlotte (mason’s mom) moved out and went full kook in no time. she remarried in a lavish summer ceremony, taking on two picture-perfect step children who were just a little older than mason, and beginning her picture-perfect life in an old plantation house turned mansion. back in the cut, matthew (mason’s dad) still struggled with two jobs and was rarely home, but if you asked, mase would’ve told you she was perfectly happy with that.
a judge presiding over the custody battle for mason, however, was not, and due to her father’s work schedule and lack of supervision in the cut, her mother was granted nearly whole custody of their daughter and at twelve, she moved to the figure 8 and, for five days out of the week, wasn’t allowed back on the rougher side of the tracks.
they called her macy and insisted she always wear shoes when leaving the house. she had a new room, a new wardrobe, and come fall, a new school. her mom signed her up for piano lessons and shoved her back into ballet classes, to keep her occupied, and without any subtlety at all began molding mason into the kind of kook princess that her older step sister was. one day she’d have a coming out party. she’d wear a white dress and take a knee on the stage as a debutant. high school would come and she’d be a cheerleader, a prom queen. her mother had what’s best for her planned out to the very last detail.
her only saving grace was weekends with her dad. she got to head back to the cut for two or three days most weekends, and there she could be whatever she wanted with her father’s full support. unfortunately, though, a lot of her friends noticed the prim and proper new clothes and the perfectly manicured nails. those who didn’t know better saw mason going full kook as well.
with the friends she grew up with slipping away, and the first year of a new middle school being an absolute nightmare, mason decided to give in... mostly because her father, whose heart is too big for his body, asked her to. she was macy, kook princess in training, taking after her older step sister and quietly doing as her mother said. she kept to herself, for the most part, ran through the motions with only so much as an occasional eye roll, but as time passed, it became more difficult.
she missed the cut. she missed friends that liked her for her. she missed having weightless shoulders. it seemed that everyday she was trying to live up to expectations her mother had that she could never meet, that she would never meet because they just weren’t her. so if she couldn’t be prim and proper, she could at least be pretty, right?
tw eating disorder, anorexia
early on, around the age of 14, she started to become hyper-critical of how she looked . . . and how it wasn’t reflective of this older stepsister her mom was in awe of. over time she developed anorexia nervosa, which took form in habits of rarely eating, at first but then progressed into compulsively exercising. it took a toll on her physically and mentally, and eventually she was just kind of the shell of who she used to be.
her father was the first to notice, and thus began a fight that would last two years between her parents. custody was called into question again, all while mason was in therapy and on a prescribed diet to get back to normal weight.
by 15, her father had accepted a newer higher paying job as a director the wildlife center, and he’d stepped back into the dating game. mason spent every other week with him, and her mental health seemed to only increase when she was back home in the cut.
by 16, a final decision was made, granting matthew full custody of mason after a judge took her health and wants into consideration. this was the same time that they moved in with the bauers , and none other than miss finley bauer became, after a little bit of a rocky start, the sister she’d always wanted.
things were good for a long while, and they’ve stayed that way for the most part. heading back to school with the pogues had its hitches, and there are still people who think she might’ve gotten a little too close with the kook side of things, but for the most part, mason moving back was a homecoming. she saw her mother every other weekend and on some holidays, and though she wasn’t made to be a deb, she still had to participate in a few things like midsummers and what not. this time with a little more of a mason spin on it, quietly causing a little trouble where she could.
she did exceptionally well in school, and by the time she graduated high school, she’d saved up enough and snagged enough s
cholarship money to attend columbia university in new york where she studied journalism. she loved the schoolwork but sorted hated the culture of the city and struggled to find her place. sophomore year she had an ED relapse, but got through it with the insistence of her family.
she recently graduated from columbia with honors, and now she’s back in pogue territory with no idea what the fuck comes next. she doesn’t know where she wants to live, or even if she’s ready for the real world. with grad school and a big girl job on her mind, she’s preoccupied and lost in her thoughts a lot of the time, but she’s happy to be home and happy to be taking a year off to figure it out in coston.
PERSONALITY.
mason’s got a quiet sort’a nature about her. she’s never the center of attention or the star of the show, and she doesn’t really care to be. part of that quiet nature comes from the unacknowledged lack of self confidence that still lingers under the surface, but most of it just stems from the fact that she was an only child or a misfit child for a long time, so she’s used to keeping to herself. quiet gives her the ability to observe.
that said,.. she’s a bit of a nancy drew type. definitely intuitive, definitely curious, definitely a little too nosy for her own good. it’s what makes her so good on the journalism front, her need for answers and her ability to act on a hunch. if mason’s gut is telling her something, it’s generally right.
she’s an introvert for sure but that doesn’t mean she’s... not friendly. she might not be the first to strike up a conversation, but she’ll hold it for sure. with a bit of a dry sense of humor and a straight faced delivery, she might even shock you. overall, she’s very sweet. very easy to be around.
being observant and intuitive really leans into her being empathetic in that she’s . . . good at people. again, you might not know it since she does a good job of keeping to herself, but she’s very easy to be comfortable around, very easy to spill your secrets to, very easy to trust. which is fair!! because she’s quite trustworthy
though she doesn’t give out her own trust so easily and that absolutely stems from her mommy issues
she’s quite .. .. unforgiving with that sort of thing, too. once you lose it, it’s gone. once you break it, it’s broken.
super laid back which occasionally looks like apathy . . . but. that’s far from the truth
she’s passionate about a lot , but she’s not going to waste her breath arguing with someone who isn’t willing to learn or compromise.
fearless in a very quiet way like . . . the way i explain it is this: if a whole group was arguing ab who was going into a haunted house first, she wouldn't participate in the argument. she'd just kinda .. . blink . .. and then turn her flashlight on and walk in first
always up for adventure. that little shrug and ‘why not’ sort’a vibe when you ask her to do something is actually a hard yes from miss mason
level-headed as fuck, will keep you sound of mind in a fight
loves being outdoors, especially by the water
rides a longboard everywhere despite having a car
has broken her left wrist twice due to falling out of trees. still has not learned her lesson and will continue to climb trees bc it’s a nice place to sit and read ig chill out tarzan
super mellow. if she were music, she’d probably be a bob marley song
will answer your question with a question bc one: she doesn’t like talking about herself and two: she’s genuinely curious
honestly very smart . . . like clever as the devil and twice as pretty but book smart too . . .. good for her bc her mun could neVer
will not take help if her life depends on it i s2g this idiot could be sinking in quicksand and she’d be like ‘it’s fine i can gET OUT ON MY OWN’
freelance photographer, mostly for the coston paper
bartends at a local dive on fridays/saturdays, otherwise catch her in an ugly tennis skirt lookin uniform at the clubhouse serving old men shitty bloody marys and wishing she could commit murder when they hit on her
loves her people relentlessly but chooses them very very carefully
did not like living in new york one bit lemme tell ya
always carrying around a film camera. always.
writes in the margins of all of her books... and even in the margins of her own notes for annotation purposes
brain always running at 139871 mph which is why she’s in her thoughts a lot like she rly is just trying to sort it out
CONNECTION IDEAS.
childhood friends . . . that stayed friends even as she crossed into kook territory . . . and that didn’t stay friends and have since drifted
the one (1) kook that prob welcomed her and honestly is still pals with her because there’s a genuine friendship there not just a toleration
a skinny love that was at it’s prime during childhood like these two were gonna grow up and get married, had their first kiss on a dare while sitting in a literal tree, old old friends that idk mayb they’re still pining because that like never went away!! or maybe ‘you’ve changed’ and now it’s uhhh.. different
an ex on the kook side would be a fuckin adventure especially if it was after she moved back to the cut and was like i waNT nothing to do with ANY of them . .. , except that one i like that one
an ‘enemy’ aka someone she just never clicked with and they’ve been at each others throats since high school
u KNOW miss mason sterling is all about her girl gang shit so gimme that
the brother she never asked for! never really wanted! but, begrudgingly, needs
ANYWAY THAT’S MASON!!! overall. . . .. she's mellow. v calm, v levelheaded, v to herself. observant and a lil nosy. fearless to a fault on occasion, and stubborn in her independence. loves her people, but chooses them carefully. shouldn't be climbing trees. uHhHhhHhhH hit me up on discord or like this and i’ll come bother u for PLOTS so we can get this thing poppin’ ok that’s all
。· . ˙ ☀ ⌈ addison rae + cis female + she/her ⌋ yo , have you meet that POGUE , finley bauer , yet ? — no ? well , to give you a little heads up before you do , they’re a TWENTY year old , ZOOLOGY COLLEGE STUDENT & N.E.S.T VOLUNTEER , and have been living in coston for EIGHT YEARS . since i’ve known them , they’ve reminded me of FRECKLES DUSTED ACROSS THE BRIDGE OF YOUR SUNKISSED NOSE , TOUSLED SEA SALT HAIR , A BRIGHT SMILE ETCHED ACROSS YOUR LIPS THAT COULD GIVE THE SUN A RUN FOR ITS MONEY , BEFRIENDING EVERY ANIMAL YOU COME ACROSS , NIGHTS SPENT UNDERNEATH THE CLEAR STAR FILLED SKY & THE SUNS WARMTH AGAINST YOUR SKIN . usually they’re quite EFFLUGENT & DRIVEN but just make sure you keep an eye out for them around town because i heard can be quite CRITICAL & FERVID as well so here’s hoping they aren’t the ones to undo this whole peace pact they have going on this summer . but just between you & me , i kinda hope it all falls apart . the rivalry keeps this whole boring town interesting .
hello , hello , hello !! i’m bronny ( the admin ) , i’m 23 , i’m from new zealand & to say that i’m excited about opening this place back up again & being able to write my lil sunshine girl finley again would be an UNDERSTATMENT !!! i won’t ramble on about me though bc this intro turned out far longer than i meant it to ( is anyone surprise ? no ... just like finley i too ramble on forever for 0 reason ) so without further ado ... here is finley raegan bauer !!
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BACKGROUND
from the moment finley bauer was born , animals have been at the epicentre of her life . you see , finley bauer was born on march 25th 2000 in durban , south africa to charlotte and ragnar bauer . both of who have dedicated their lives to researching , rehabilitating & preserving the wildlife of africa . charlotte bauer worked for a rehabilitation centre for turtles & ragnar bauer worked as a ranger in kruger national park . so it was no surprise that finley followed in both of their footsteps when it came to their love of animals . animals to finley , no matter how big or small , were ( and still are ) the most special and precious creatures in the world and should be looked after no matter what . it was the first thing she ever really understood and the first thing her parents taught her .
throughout her childhood , finley lived a life many may have envied for one reason or another . for the most part , she had lived with her mother in st lucia where she spent the majority of her free time with her mother at the turtle sanctuary she worked at learning and helping in any way she could . but once the school holidays rolled around … finley traveled the 5 hour journey up to kruger national park to spend the weeks with her father . those , if she was being honest , were her favourite moments of all time . she was only quite young but her father allowed her to not only go on tour after tour with him but she was even allowed to witness some of the most heart warming scenes of the rehabilitation of many animals that had been injured by poachers . it was moments like that , that really cemented in her from an early age about what she wanted to do in life . all she wanted was to be able to help animals in the way her parents did and there was nothing that was going to stop her and becoming a wildlife vet was exactly how she was going to do it .
but at the age of twelve , finley’s life was moved half way across the world due to her mother getting a new job — one in her home town of coston , north carolina . if finley had it her way , she would have stayed with her dad . moving from sous africa , her home , was the last thing she wanted to do but both her parents agreed that kruger national park wasn’t the best place to raise a child so finley swapped her life in south africa for one in coston , north carolina in the united states .
it was an adjustment to say the least . moving to a new town was hard enough to begin with but throw in a small town where everybody knows everybody & a slightly odd pre-teen with a different accent and it makes it even harder . but finley tried to make the best out of a not so great situation , after all if there was one thing that finley bauer was it was adaptable . her parents always thought she was one of the most laidback energetic kids they’d ever known . she had that seemed to last for hours on end and was open to just about anything in the world — something of which they said was a blessing and a curse because adaptable may be something finley is but trouble would have to be the word that describes her perfectly . no matter what , trouble seemed to find her and she seemed to find trouble . which may have been one reason why it wasn’t all that long before finley fell in step with the pogues like she’d been there from the beginning . south africa may always be home to finley but coston quickly became one of her favourite places in the world once she started to settle in .
not much changed throughout her teen years . she was still getting up to mischief , still exploring the world around her and most importantly , still working towards becoming a wildlife vet . not once did the promise she made to her father when she was only 6 years old waiver . it was just about the only thing she took deadly serious in her life . between studying and signing herself up for beach cleans , volunteering for N.E.S.T every year when it came to laying and hatching season , advocating for not only animal rights but human rights as well , it was any wonder that she did find time to be dragged into pogue shenanigans . but somehow she did because the pogues quickly became like a second family to her . she would do anything for any one of them .
which was why once college came around finley found it so hard to leave . she’d thought leaving south africa was hard , but leaving coston and the pogues behind for college ? she had never remembered crying so hard . all she could do was remind herself that this was what she wanted . she wanted to go to college . she wanted to study zoology so she could get into veterinary school . because without it , her dream of helping save wildlife would never come true . plus , it wasn’t like she’d never see them again . she’d only applied for a college on the main land that had an outstanding reputation in science fields , which meant her friends and mum were only a ferry ride away from her if she ever got homesick . it was almost like she’d never left .
PERSONALITY & EXTRAS
a pogue but could also cross over into kook territory if she REALLY wanted to , but this just in : she doesn’t want to . she , her mum and her mum’s boyfriend who’s been living with them for the past 6 years all live on the outskirts of town in a nice little comfortable 2 story home . the bauer family is nowhere near struggling but they’re nowhere near able to live in figure 8 .
a literal ball of energy . has a hard time keeping still . you’ll catch her leg bouncing if she sits for longer than 5 minutes but it’s fine !! give her a little prod and she’ll give you a lil sheepish smile before quitting it …… until about 3 seconds later
v bubbly v friendly . will talk to just about anyone if they don’t give off dodgy vibes . basically just a lil ray of sunshine .
one of the most laidback people you’ll meet . planning isn’t really her thing , she’s a go with the flow kinda gal !! has been caught saying , it’ll be right far too many times in her life even when things have in fact not been right in the end .
will give just about anything a go . believes that an oops is better than a what if . which is exactly why she’s gotten in trouble more times than anyone can count .
loyal to a fault !! will have the back of anyone she loves till she dies . once you have finley on your side , there’s no getting rid of her . she’d kill for the people she loved .
i say she’d kill for the people she loved …. but she really is more on the pacifistic side of things . but at the end of the day , she would fight someone if that was the only thing left to do . she’s kind up to a point . she’s friendly up to a point . she’s helpful up to a point . she’s no doormat that people can walk over .
not that one may ever think that finley bauer was a doormat . because she ? she can be loud ! she can make her opinion heard ! if she doesn’t like something , she’ll say it outright . she can have a real mouth on her .
you’d think she’d be vegan but …. no . the only thing she doesn’t eat is red meat but everything else ? she calls it her personal downfall . but she does try to keep her meat intake down to a minimum . she just has a weakness for seafood okay , no one is more sorry than her . she’ll only eat it if it’s sustainably sourced though so that’s 1 thing
wears a necklace 24/7 that has an elephant pendant that she got from her father for her 10th birthday .
has a big cats paw print ribcage tattoo on her left side ( this position but ... a paw print )
judges people on how they treat animals and how animals react to them . she will immediately distrust you if you don’t like animals .
has an australian shepherd called rafi aka rafiki ( originally was named scout but she wasn’t having that ) when he was only 2 and she 15
wants to eventually specialise in big cats ( lions , cheetahs , etc. ) or elephants but she has MANY years to figure that out
will watch every nature / wildlife documentary in the world even though she knows they’ll make her cry like a little baby
is fluent in afrikaans but since limited people in the world actually speak it she .... only sometimes speaks it with her family
has a south african accent ( example )
CONNECTIONS
to keep this from being any longer , you can find my wanted connections page here & my wanted connections tag here !!
alrighty , that’s it !! if you made it all the way through that ... you’re a real one bc PHEW it got long . i cannot wait to get to plotting with you all so pls , if anything catches your eye and you wanna plot ? just hit that lil heart & i’ll come crawling otherwise just slide on into my dms on here or on discord ( which i kind prefer if we’re being honest here ) !!
。· . ˙ ⌈ alva bratt + cis female + she / her + the intangible concept ⌋ yo , have you meet that KOOK , camille 'cj' petersen , yet ? — no ? well , to give you a little heads up before you do , they’re a TWENTY year old , PRE-LAW STUDENT , and have been living in coston for TWENTY . since i’ve known them , they’ve reminded me of PALE PINK POINTE SHOES , CHAINS MADE OF WHITE CLOVERS , A PURPLE SKY JUST BEFORE SUNRISE , STEADY WAVES CRASHING AT LOW TIDE , AND SHATTERED & SCATTERED GLASS . usually they’re quite LEVELHEADED & THOUGHTFUL but just make sure you keep an eye out for them around town because i heard can be quite RETICENT & ALOOF as well so here’s hoping they aren’t the ones to undo this whole peace pact they have going on this summer . but just between you & me , i kinda hope it all falls apart . the rivalry keeps this whole boring town interesting . –– this is cj . . . let’s just . . . dive into this mess !
𝐁 𝐀 𝐂 𝐊 𝐆 𝐑 𝐎 𝐔 𝐍 𝐃 .
scarlett petersen is a name known statewide, as she’s the best corporate lawyer on the east coast, clever as the devil and twice as pretty with long blonde hair often pinned into a sleek ponytail. david petersen got his degree at vanderbilt university, moving on to get his phd at unc chapel hill where he could never quite shake that carolina blue. he’s been sitting chancellor for the past six years in tandem with a long term sports-medicine, neuroscience research project that studies the long term affects of brain damage in athletes in contact sports. they both hail from old money families, and long lines of success are continued in two people who hold appearance and accomplishment far above humility or even . . . . humanity lol. they’re good people, really . . . just not really the parenting type.
which is unfortunate! as. well into their marriage, they had twins, caleb, first, and camille, ten minutes later. bright eyed and blonde haired, the perfect petersen babies were angels in their infancy, and it was easy to parent them . . . especially when they were paying someone else to do it.
caleb and camille grew up under the watchful eye of a rosy-cheeked nanny. think julie andrews as nanny in eloise. they were happy, but lonely, though you’d never guess it by their wide smiles in cuddled family portrait christmas cards. for all anyone else knew, scarlett and david were perfect parents, raising two beautiful children who they loved more than anything . . . but behind that iron gated entryway to a house on the coast was another story.
they liked their kids, sure, but whether or not they loved them was another question entirely. camille, growing up to be the spitting image of scarlett, was liked in the way a rare porcelain artifact was. she was a beautiful thing to behold; seen, not spoken to. shown off, not interacted with in anyway. held with delicate hands and passed around as a humble brag: look at this precious thing i’ve brought into the world. i bet mine’s better than yours.
but as time passed, the novelty of having children seemed to wear off, and they were moving to the next big thing, the next big step in their careers. they weren’t around when camille began going by cj because it was easier for little voices to say. they weren’t around when blonde ringlets relaxed and grew darker. they weren’t around when she started to develop a personality of her own, interests of her own, talents of her own. christmas cards would go out, but rarely were they all together on christmas morning. thanksgivings were often spent with grandparents, as their parents worked through the holiday. they spent more and more time away from coston, leaving cj and caleb in nanny’s capable hands.
but life goes on, and sometimes it was easy to forget that it was abnormal not to have your parents around. as a youngin, cj was interested in everything. she took a liking to soccer and lacrosse, painting and drawing, piano and guitar . . . but somewhere in between a blue mat and pale pink pointe shoes, she found her thing.
it was obvious, from an early age, that cj was one hell of a dancer. disciplined and precise when she needed to be. creative and passionate when it called for it. gymnastics trained her strength, ballet trained her patience, contemporary pushed her limits with creativity, partner work taught her teamwork. dance was very clearly her best thing and her favorite thing.
her parents only ever attended recitals when it didn’t conflict with anything else on their schedules and when it was classical ballet. dance was a frivolous thing for them, but for cj it was everything. being a naturally shy kid, naturally timid in the shadow of her last name, she became a completely different person on stage who dominated a spotlight . . . without even needed a literal spotlight. ultimately, this is what she spent her life doing. monday through thursday evenings, dance. competitions and performances on the weekends. if neither were happening, you’d catch her teaching classes at coston’s local studio.
it’s what truly made her happy, but that wasn’t something her parents understood. caleb and nanny did, sure, but her parents? not one bit. someone would ask what she wanted to be when she grew up, and if dance was mentioned, she’d be cut off mid-sentence. they didn’t want to hear about it because it wasn’t logical. you can’t make a career out of it. it didn’t help much that her brother was the ideal child in that realm, charming and on a path to success in the medical field. they still had questionable motives, but they favored nonetheless.
sometimes it was a blessing; sometimes it was a curse. when she could slip under the radar, she was grateful, but it seemed that her parents had a keen eye for her screwups. any chance they had, they’d use to scold her or nudge her away from the pointe shoes.
so cj spent a lot of time being pristine in the way that was expected of her, never letting anyone know too much about her, only keeping a few friends close enough to really know her. she stayed out of trouble, kept up exceptional grades, smiled and nodded when necessary, and began catering to the idea that she’d go to law school, a fate pre-determined by her mother no doubt.
nowadays, she attends brown university, pre-law. she’s a picturesque ivy league gal with a dark academia aesthetic when at school, but there’s a restlessness lingering under the surface. even she’s doing what her parents require of her, she never seems to live up to their unrealistic expectations. we rly do be . . . . waiting for her to have a complete breakdown . . . . aklsdfjha
𝐏 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒 𝐎 𝐍 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 .
miss camille . . . better known around town as cj . . . is, above all else, the picture of serenity. she’s levelheaded and calm, and patient as all get out which is probably why she’s so damned accustomed to just going with what her parents thought of her. she’s really great to have in a crisis because very few things cause that steady nature of hers to crumble, and because she’s honestly. . . quietly very maternal. putting the needs of others before her own comes naturally.
she’s quiet and shy, yes, but just because she doesn’t speak doesn’t mean she doesn’t listen. she listens and sees and is . . . quite observant. there’s a way about her that notices the little things, which makes her quite thoughtful when it comes to the people she loves. if you’re lucky enough to be close to her, you can bet she quietly takes notes of little habits and favorites and carefully uses them to idk love ya better ya feel??
reticent comes from the fact that she doesn’t often let people get close to her. the way her parents treated her and caleb growing up has taken. .. . a toll for sure because honestly she’s terrified of disappointing people by shattering the mirror of perfection and revealing too much about herself that’s unexpected
aloof comes from the way she’s calm and quiet . . . and how that sometimes translates as apathy . . . on top of that she’s very daydreamy like she is That Bitch who is staring out of the window producing a whole move in her head which sometimes causes her to not hear when people are talking to her . . . cue the ‘hm? what?’ tuning back in
when i say cj is a different person when she’s dancing . . . . i mean it. like i REALLY mean it. she’s confident and expressive. her choreography tests the limits of tradition. she pushes boundaries when it comes to the physicality of performances. like u rly look at her being quiet and to herself in the corner at a country club event and then see her performing like she invented contemporary and ur like . .. . are u SURE that’s the same girl
people who know her most know her as warm. when she opens up, getting past the shy, she can be a little goofy, definitely has avery creative way about her, wants to know that you’re okay and if you’re not, how can she help ya know!!
has a black cat named lucky because ya know . . . black cats are bad luck . . . ha ha ha ha . . . get it
the ‘j’ in cj is for her middle name . . . but no one really knows what her middle name is . . . except family and close, close friends
absolutely hates the energy of the pogue/kook rivalry and thinks violence is most cERTAINLY not the way to go
often times found by the shoreline at night, just a little ways off from the petersen estate because she likes the way the waves sound as they roll in. it helps her think
is trying to make the best of law school by studying to become a defense attorney and she likes it! sort of! really, she just wants to dance for as long as she can and ultimately open up her own studio
definitely believes in wishing stars
bad case of insomnia
has a finsta dedicated to lucky
has a dance insta too . . . . but that’s lowkey bc her parents can’t know about it
please for the love of god watch this because charity and cj have the same energy
this also has cj energy
so does this . . . classical is fun when it’s telling a story and she loves a good pas de deaux but otherwise meh
my girl is physically . .. QUITE strong
says sorry WAY too often
incessant need to prove herself, prove her worth, since her parents never seem to find it
loves caleb sfm but will thump him in the forehead for mentioning he’s older
overachiever . . . . yikes
ABSOLUTELY burns the candle at both ends
idk if y’all watched high school musical the musical the series but gina . . . . . .. minus the ‘mean girl’ plot they tried . . .. is v cj and bitch i hate to say it but neville longbottom??? also a cj mood LMAO
OK THAT’S IT THAT’S ALL THERE WE GO IT’S DONE I’M DONE GBYYYYYE BABIIIIE
。· . ˙ ⌈dylan o'brien + cis male + he/him + the despondent ⌋ yo , have you meet that POGUE , noah heart , yet ? — no ? well , to give you a little heads up before you do , they’re a TWENTY THREE year old DJ and have been living in coston for TWO YEARS . since i’ve known them , they’ve reminded me of CEREAL IN COFFEE MUGS , UNMADE BEDS , CIGARETTES , BROKEN SKATEBOARDS & FRECKLES. but just make sure you keep an eye out for them around town because i heard can be quite CURIOUS & IDIOTIC.
pinterest board is here ! ( illness , hospital tw )
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noah’s parents had a really though time conceiving, for years ! and just when they were about to give up on IVF, they were blessed with twin boys, noah and declan , both chaotic in their own ways and a whole handful to deal with , but their parents loved them with everything they had and then some more.
he is very much southern, born and raised until the age of fifteen in south carolina until his dad got a job working for the mayor in new york and a significant payrise - so the hearts all moved over here and he stuck out like a sore thumb at first, some students would tease his accent and mannerisms, but eventually made a lot of friends bc he is very social and cheerful
very much the type to give you the shirt off his back if you were cold, or his lunch if you had none. v much a gentleman
hella musically inclined, & was once very sporty. he is a dj professionally, and has actually travelled a few places to do shows in clubs and festivals !!
his dj claim is like rufus du sol * listen here *
noah also played football competitively until graduation , when the day before the big game , he badly injured his back and couldn’t play :)) ur boi still kicks himself about that one, it was his key into college. he actually did get a second shot at a scholarship for his music and got in to nyu !
kinda clumsy as heck, will trip over air. smokes far too many cigarettes and drinks way too much, curses a lot, skateboards even though he falls off all the time. he can’t cook n pretty much lives off cereal and black coffee.
literally the most cheerful person you’ll meet, tries to look at the upside of everything
* trigger warning; injury & accident - two years ago, noah and his brother declan were in a bad car accident, his brother had been speeding through an intersection and a car drove through a red light and hit them in the passenger side, where noah was. it left him with a pretty serious head injury, and he was in hospital for at least two months for rehabilitation which were absolute hell for him. he had to drop out of college, and the money his family had to spend to keep him well was just far too much. the stress of it all meant that his dad lost his job in the city
* depression, brain injury trigger warning* : after all of this , he fell into a depression and basically stayed in his room the first few months of living in coston after the family moved and lost most of their money on his hospital bills. the guilt of it all being his fault was painful, but his injury and the seizures, migraines , memory problems and sensory issues that came along with it were enough to make him want to sleep and not do much else
he became less of the positive and cheerful person he used to be , a little more frustrated and angry at things , and when he finally interacted with people in coston he didn’t really know who he was, he didn’t know what he liked or disliked anymore because his dj work had indefinitely paused and he couldn’t play his sports.
he got a job packing shelves at the supermarket after another few months, and made friends with some of the pogues
falls in love at the drop of a hat, but probably wouldn’t admit it.
smokes way too many cigarettes , smells like tobacco, black coffee and froot loops , swears a LOT and probably too much , will drink vodka straight from the bottle ,
sleeps around a lot , & he is quite affectionate
a bit of a dumbass and is always bruised and battered from falling off his skateboard or a cliff while exploring - there is no in between
