something is rotten in the state of covington......and honestly it’s me quoting shakespeare every five seconds bc i have no self control and i think i’m dick!!! but pls meet my fav tortured prince under the read more! o also i’m lexi, i’m 19, and i use she/her pronouns!
name: richard william braxton
age: twenty-two
gender: cis male
pronouns: he/him
major & year: theatre major and fourth-year
faceclaim: nicholas galitzine
occupation: looking like this is hard enough work as is
taking this part straight from my app:
i specifically created richard as a sort of richard gansey, james farrow, harry potter type hybrid for this skeleton. i think he really works as the golden fleece because he’s kind of gentle, meek, and quiet, and does his family’s bidding all of the time, but he’s also searching for something epic in his life? he’s too caught up in his own weird obsession with shakespeare to realize that he’s kind of a sellout.
he just kind of quietly goes on with the perfectionist they need him to be, while being completely distracted by the eccentric things he’s actually passionate about. his father is a famous playwright and his mother is a famous actress, so he’s got big shoes to fill! and he definitely goes along with whatever plan they have written out for him. but he feels like something is lacking in his life and he’s perpetually seeking to find whatever that is. at the same time, he’s a little entitled because things always go his way–he just doesn’t get that, because he’s so absorbed by his own little world.
richard wants to be profound and legendary and he’s kind of perfect?? to the outside eye. hence, the golden fleece. he’s untouchable. or so he thinks.
personality-wise, richard is kind of hard to explain. he’s your classic rich-boy-clouded-by-his-own-privilege, but at the same time, he typically means well. he doesn’t really think about performing acts of charity or helping people because most of the time, he’s in his own little world. but he also doesn’t actively attempt to be a jerk to anyone.
for the most part, he does whatever his parents tell him to do. he’s a buoy just floating along the sea of life. he doesn’t protest much; he’s not picky. but he also isn’t tuned into the rest of the world half the time. his mind goes a million miles a second and it’s hard to focus on anything else.
he’s very overprotective around the rest of the braxton clan. he treats his younger siblings like kids sometimes, but means well. when they were younger, he definitely took the fall and (tw: child abuse) the hit for them and tried to give them the best image of their dad??? like he would do anything to protect his precious siblings.
while you would probably expect the leading man of the theater department to be bold and loud and obnoxiously charming, dick has more of a quiet charm to him. he’s soft and subtle, but simply irresistible onstage.
once you get to know him, though, he’s a fucking weirdo. he’ll annoy you with dumb questions about your favorite king henry and then follow it up with some shit like this. he gets v distracted and off topic all the damn time.
he’s super witty and cracks a few jokes when he’s around close friends. in reality, he doesn’t have too many close friends because he has a lot of walls up after being wounded so many times as a kid.
the man loves tweed. he will die in it someday.
also, his hair is always messy and somehow it always looks good. people are mad about this.
we all know this man is obsessed with shakespeare but! his absolute favorite character out of any of his plays is hamlet. he’s a drama queen. the amount of times dick has erupted into a to be or not to be soliloquy while he’s walking around campus is… embarrassing. truly.
he can be an asshole when he doesn’t mean to??? i mean, the guy thinks he’s a king, so. yeah. not everyone will vibe with his self-absorbed ways.
𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙆𝙀𝙇𝙀𝙏𝙊𝙉 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙏 — y’all… this shit is a mess, but we’re doin it. i’m emily, i’m 21, from the est timezone, and i use she / her pronouns. this dumpster fire is darcy, aka the skelly in the closet, and i would like to formally apologize for her in advance. enjoy !
her bio is on the last tab of her theme if anyone would like to read... yes the subtitles ARE in code, and there’s a few easter eggs regarding the subtitles too. if anyone figures them out u will have my eternal admiration and love.
name: darcy kovac.
age: twenty-one.
gender: cisfemale.
pronouns: she/her/hers.
major & year: mathematics, fourth year.
faceclaim: sophie turner.
occupation: barista at bean me up.
BACKGROUND ! tw for death, stalking, and mentions of violence & drug addiction.
darcy is That Girl. she’s a meanie ( sorry 😩 ), very unconcerned by the feelings of others, and like ms joan jett, she does Not care about her bad reputation
SO to start us off
born n bred in new york new york baby, and you better believe she’s kept that new york attitude ever since
all was hunky dory for the first parts of her childhood, filled with dollar slices and nosebleed seats in yankee stadium
but one day, baby darcy stumbled upon the fact that her dad was addicted to opioids, confessed her concerns a week later to her guidance counselor, and promptly found herself yeeted to hemlock when she told her mom what she’d done
she was big upset about this change ofc, and received approx 0 explanation beyond a big ol lie about the suburbs being ‘safer’. darcy vc ok mom we could’ve just gone to jersey but go off abt fucking illinois ig
cue darcy being a BRAT
angry about the secrets and the move, feeling unduly punished only for her concern for her father, she started lashing out, doing a complete 180 from a relatively good, quiet kid to an angry, rebellious one
her relationship w her parents deteriorates p awfully over the next few years, and it’s just... sad. she was always particularly close w her mom as a kid, and her mom tells her you’re breaking my heart and it’s SAD
at 16, she starts receiving anonymous letters, and it becomes clear pretty quickly that she’s got a stalker, and we hate to see it
this continues on for months with little assistance from the police, and when she starts receiving photos of herself in her own room, she takes matters into her own hands
yes, this means darcy waits outside her house with a baseball bat every night for weeks on end. yes, this also means she beats the shit out of her stalker, so... props to u darcy
needless 2 say, mr stalker does not come around anymore
at some point in high school, darcy had a big argument with her mom, saying some awful things to her. these, of course, were the last things she said to her before her mom was killed in a car accident, and the guilt has practically eaten her alive ever since
from then on, it’s been much of the same. she was a Bad Girl in high school, and she’s still a Bad Girl today
as for melanie, darcy was NOT a fan. big time not a fan. she met her once her dad started dating melanie’s mom, and it was all downhill from there. in darcy’s eyes, she feels like her dad has moved on and replaced her and her mom with melanie and her family, so it’s just... not a fun time all around.
one of the few good things in her life is a local girls’ baseball team, the bears ! darcy fondly calls em the bad news bears, and she’d fully die for them. ppl hate playing her team bc she’s easily the meanest coach in the league, but the girls adore her and she always takes them out for pizza after. that’s all thank u for coming to my ted talk
PERSONALITY / HEADCANONS !
SO. after all of the above, we have a bitter and angry girl, full of simmering resentment that’s turned into the worst kind of toxic cocktail
like i said, darcy is Mean. she’s sarcastic, foul-mouthed, does not care about consequences in the slightest. she’ll burn bridges at the drop of a hat
the only time she’s ever even REMOTELY soft is with her bears so. gluck w that
something she does a lot is calculating the odds of things like... just for the hell of it. girl is constantly doing equations in her head, half bc she’s a freak who thinks it’s fun and half out of pure habit at this point
the BIGGEST hoe for the yankees. the only reasons she goes home are for weekly dinners / opportunities to raid her dad’s drawers, and yankees games. it’s p much the only way she and her dad can sit down for a couple hours without darcy blowing up
she’s the worst barista at bean me up. she’ll make your drink wrong on purpose and then glare at u until you take it anyway. i’m so sorry
WANTED CONNECTIONS !
friends !! i mean... darcy is Awful but if anyone wants to put up w her we will accept SDGJLSDG
someone she’s actually genuinely soft for bc goddamn bitch calm down
on the opposite end of the spectrum, BAD friends. darcy is mean and petty and i’d love someone for her to pal around with who’s just as mean as she can be
hookups !!! anyone and everyone. she ain’t picky and she’s always horny.
she’s a Lot so someone who isn’t a fan is absolutely likely. gimme someone she rubs the wrong way, and it’s bad
make this bitch fall in love i swear to god. do it.
hello everyone, i’m karina and i’m so hyped to be here and bring my baby rumor to life !! i can’t wait to get to know all of you and your lovely muses and see how everything goes down here !! like this if you want to plot and i’ll hit u up !! mwah
if you want his annoyingly long full ass bio you can read it here !!
also his pinterest board is here !!
backstory:
rumor chastain was an accident in his family - but that doesn’t mean he was unwanted. his parents, delilah and benjamin, were more than happy to have another child after their daughter verity (who was around ten when rumor was born).
the chastain family lived on a farm in the countryside, far from the nearest town and no neighbors in sight. just the four of them and their lovely house, along with all the animals rumor affectionately named and cared for. being the baby of the family his parents ensured he took that role, never giving him any big responsibilities on the farm and rather letting him roam about as he pleased. he was a happy child, and he loved his life. he did his chores early in the morning so he could run out and see the sunrise, spend the rest of his day running up and down the hills picking flowers and finding figures in the clouds. he’d stay out there until the sunset, counting every new star in the sky until there were too many, and only coming home once his mother called him down for dinner.
when he was old enough for school he was homeschooled along his sister verity, who taught him his abcs and how to read while teaching herself geometry. they were isolated in their country home, but rumor didn’t mind, he had everything he needed. his family was his best friends, and their property seemed like the whole wide world to him. he loved that farm more than anything, he couldn’t imagine a life better than the one he lived now.
nothing good can last forever, and the worst part is that rumor doesn’t even know why. he just remembers waking up in the middle of the night to his sister shaking him awaking, rushing her words as she picked him up and took him to the cop car waiting for them in their front yard. she held him close as they drove into town and to the police station, and continued to hold him as he cried in her arms asking why they were there and what was wrong. they were there until sunrise when his aunt finally made it, taking verity and rumor with the news they’d be living with her now and that they’d never see that farm again
going from his quaint life in the country to a town, even a small one, was shocking to rumor. his usual routine now interrupted by an actual school, no more running around rather he was expected to sit in a desk all day with very few reprieves. at home he was always confident, outgoing, always had something to say. here he was terrified to speak, never being around other kids or knowing how to act around them. he sat in the back with his head down, dutifully taking notes on his own. it wasn’t until lunch when one student gave him a chance that the boy he always was came out. all the students crowded around him to meet the new kid, and he was so excited to talk to all of them. tell them about himself, the farm, the stories he made up and games he’d play. his happiness was quickly crushed as he was responded to with laughter. to his peers he was a freak, a weirdo with an equally weird name. that was the first time rumor chastain learned to change himself, hide certain parts to fit in. it was only a matter of time before hiding simply became erasing those parts of himself, unable to get back that full shine he once had.
his sister had dropped out of high school and gotten multiple jobs instead, saving her money in the short time they lived with their aunt. the minute she got enough money she bought them a little trailer barely able to fit the two of them and they left. it wasn’t because of anything their aunt did, they love her dearly and thank her for everything she did to help them, but they just weren’t meant for a life like that. rumor wasn’t at least, because as much as he loved to learn he hated the constraint of the classroom. he knew how smart he was, too smart for the pace most classes took. verity and rumor were always on the road, always moving, his sister finding odd jobs wherever she could. most of the time he was self taught, only going to actual schools when they stayed in one place longer than most. even then he barely went, preferring to be on his own and go at his own pace.
once he was old enough to get a job he did, wanting to do anything to help his sister out after everything she had done and given up for him. it was the least he could do, and he only hoped that one day he could do more. he graduated high school early and took some time off to keep working and be with his sister. he wanted more than anything to go to college but he was scared of leaving, crippled by the drastic change he went through as a child (and learned not to ask about) that left him terrified of any other form of change. he eventually had to get over that and leave for college, going to covington a dream for him, even if he did cry every night the first week he was there. everything was perfect there. his peers made him feel welcomed, his classes challenged him, and he even had the perfect girlfriend. it finally felt like his life was getting back on track.
personality & headcanons:
the thing two most important things i didn’t mention about rumor above are 1. his love for poetry and desire to be a poet and 2. how much of a hopeless romantic he is
rumor always loved literature but poetry owned his heart. ever since he was a kid and his mother would read him poets to go to sleep he tried to write some of his own, developing his own style over the years and finding a passion for it. he’d often visit bookstores and read whole collections of poetry while there, knowing he couldn’t afford to buy them so he memorized them instead. because of this he’s that guy who quotes poetry randomly.
rumor loves love. his entire life has been looking for love, creating this idealized version of his soulmate in his mind. love is truly the driving factor in his life, and he’d do anything for those he loves (romantically and platonically) almost to a fault or dangerous point. when it comes to romantic love he is the type to go all in, full romeo and juliet kind of guy. he wants a love to overwhelm and take over his entire life, but he puts too much pressure on this idealized love that is virtually impossible to obtain.
despite all he has gone through and how he isn’t nearly as happy and bright as he was as a child, he still tries to hold onto that happiness and optimism he once had. he sometimes struggles to do so, but he tries his hardest to keep his dreams alive and keep a smile on his face.
one of his biggest vices is that he smokes cigarettes. he’s minorly addicted and picked it up when he was around 15, and it’s become a kind of nervous tick for him to immediately start smoking once anything makes him anxious. despite this he doesn’t really drink, that’s reserved for when he’s especially sad and wants to get drunk on his own. he isn’t a big party guy but when he does go out and doesn’t want to stay sober then he’ll smoke some weed.
he’s just really sweet okay, he’s not the biggest social butterfly but he is social enough to have friends and he’s legit nice to everyone. it’s hard to find a mean bone in his body. at parties he’s a bit of a wallflower though since he legit never went to a single party until he got to covington and baby doesn’t know how to act.
rumor dresses like a writer guy like he’s the type always in autumn clothes and colors, sweaters and turtlenecks, etc.
melanie:
melanie, melanie, melanie...let’s make this quick. melanie and rumor were the picture perfect couple. they knew just how to be pda enough for everyone to know how cute they were without going over the top and grossing everyone out. they matched each other intellectually, and the best part was that melanie was the girl rumor had always dreamed about. she was the girl of his dreams, the ideal partner all his poems were about and yet...he never fell in love with her. he never did and he doesn’t think he ever could and he doesn’t know why. she was perfect, they were perfect, but there just wasn’t that thing that made it different. they didn’t have that passion, that moxie that every great couple had. he wanted a love that he couldn’t stand to live without, and he just didn’t have that with melanie. he never had the guts to break up with her, and now he didn’t need to.
wc’s:
listen i’m shit with pre wc so here’s some basics
roommates !! ones who get along or don’t either way is fun
friends !! likely ones, unlikely ones, bad influences, ex friends, etc
lil stoner group cuz like he ain’t a full stoner but sometimes he needs that good good shit and needs his lil stoner friends he can call up and smoke up with
specifically the remembrance of miss melanie rivera .
𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 , not the first of her name and certainly not the last .
her whole family kind of falls into the flower name theme . she has three older sisters named calla , acacia . , and lily . then obviously rosemary . her middle name comes from her maternal grandmother .
rosemary has a significant age gap between her siblings . calla was sixteen when rosemary was born . acacia was twelve and lily was nine . acacia and lily would always play together but calla was the best big sister and always played with rosemary .
her parents , helene and adam (yes named after helen and adam from trc) , tended to focus their attention on the middle girls . helene as a solo unit gave a lot of attention to rosie but adam was kind of a deadbeat dad even though they sat at the same dinner table every night .
it's not like adam was a terrible dad though . it's just that he wasn’t rosemary's dad .
and being honest helene isn't rosemary's mother . helene kristen keegan only ever had three daughters . but she has one granddaughter .
rosemary was around twelve years old when the yelling throughout her house kept her up . helene and adam argued all the time (many times rosemary would wish her "parents" would just get divorced already) but the fighting wasn't just between the two of them that night . calla was involved in the argument too . and there was one thing she heard crystal clear that kept her up all night .
the singular sentence haunts rosemary to this day . "i want my daughter to know that i'm her mother ! i'm tired of being her damn sister ! that's my baby and she deserves to know it !" calla's voice had never been so clear .
the only person rosemary has ever told about what she learnt that was melanie . rosemary hasn't even officialy told her family that she knows . she'll occasionally hint to it at family dinners but she doesn't want to be the one to bring it up. after all , she was eavesdropping and should've been asleep .
dance was one of the few things calla and rosemary were able to share growing up . so rosemary was a big , big , big dancer all her life .
she was clara in the nutcracker fairly young and not too long after that she decided she was over recitals . she joined the scary world of competitive dance and that was her favorite thing for so long .
when she was thirteen she competed in the dance awards' best dancer competition . at that time , her life goal was to win the dancer of the year award . it would prove that all her hard work was worth it . and thankfully for everyone involved , they announced rosemary as the teen dancer of the year .
melanie would typically vacation with rosemary's family and since the keegan's had to go to orlando for the dance awards , melanie was there when rosemary won ! that probably made rosemary happier than actually winning . there's a photo of rosemary still in her full costume with melanie hugging her after she came off the stage and rosemary keeps in on her nightstand .
rosemary retired from dance after she won dancer of the year . she wanted to have a normal high school life and it was so worth it to her . plus she wanted other people to have their moment in the spotlight . rosemary got her dream , it was time for someone else to get theirs too .
rosemary is an anthropology major and she knew going into it that her career options would be limited to say the least . but she would die to work at a non profit organization when she finishes school . she thinks charging people for the things they need to survive is corrupt. she also hates amazon as a company but she doesn't like the word hate so she won't admit but just know rosemary wants amazon to suffer .
every year that rosemary dressed up for halloween , she was an angel without fail . it kind of started a joke that she was an angel in disguise trying to help the world . obviously she's not but she always took that as a major compliment .
she is a big coward . she is scared of so many things that truly it would be easier to make a list of things she isn't scared of . melanie has really only amplified her fears . the list used to consist of clowns and spiders , simple things like that only . now kidnapping and death have a place on a her list of never ending fears .
melanie who was the only person that could get rosemary to wear anything other than vanilla perfume . it's always been her staple . she wears it every day now that melanie is gone . she likes smelling like a bakery . it makes her happy .
rosemary gets called naive a lot . she doesn't think she's naive . she's smart as all hell . she just always wants to believe in goodness . she always argues that people are inherently good .
she has the too much gene . except unlike jenna marbles she knows when to stop on a project . she just doesn't know when to stop giving people love . people can burn rosemary repeatedly and she can rationalize a reason to still give them love . her kindness is truly her fatal flaw .
the part in story of my life where they say " i spend her love until she's broke inside " yeah that was written about rosemary . she gives and gives and never takes .
her most prized possession is a locket that calla gave to her . inside is a picture of rosemary and melanie when they were around fourteen . it was taken at a sleepover where the whole night they just spilled their souls to each other . it was the night rosemary told melanie that calla was her mom , not helene .
she cannot and never will get over anyone she breaks up . she's one of those people who says " i'll always love you " and genuinely means it .
i still need to work on her connections page but HERE it is for the time being, i think there's maybe three on there right now ? i genuinely cannot remember.
hello friends ! i’m j ( she / her ) , i’m nineteen years ( & 361 days ) old and i’m from the gmt -- 3 timezone. for plotting purposes, feel free to like this post ( or react to it once i link it on discord ) and i’ll im you, or message you over there ! below the cut, you’ll find some information on my simultaneously beloved & hated goblin child, aka our resident tidal wave ... aurelia choi !
stats.
name: aurelia blair choi.
age: twenty one.
gender: cisgender female.
pronouns: she/her.
major & year: mathematics ( with a minor in classics ) & fourth year.
faceclaim: lee ji-eun.
about.
you can find aurelia’s full bio here, but i’ll attempt to summarize it in some bullet points:
aurelia was born to wealthy parents, a doctor and a chemist who had incredibly high expectations for their only child from the moment she was born. rules were set in stone right away, and she lived her life according to a schedule packed with private tutoring, piano lessons, etc.
as a child she was immediately drawn to the classics and the arts. she loved playing outside, learning about art, and everything to do with poetry, from reciting it to writing it. however, her parents were not amused and they quickly shut down her creative side.
“instead of notebooks and pencils, lia’s given multiplication tables, a plastic pink stethoscope and her first basic model of the human body. aurelia pouts until she’s fed some excuse she can’t even remember, one that kept her quiet and obedient. rules are followed without question, and ignorance is bliss.”
in her teenage years, aurelia grew into what her parents expected of her. she skipped a grade, learned latin & read classics instead of writing her own poetry. she didn’t even get the chance to tell her parents about her dream of dedicating herself to the humanities or the arts before she was shipped off to a stem-focused all girls’ private school.
“childish trust morphs into youthful curiosity as aurelia, for the first time, starts to question her parents’ way of life. she starts to realize that most of her life has been imposed on her — from her style of clothing, to her future career.” “her movements are scrutinized, her back always straightened, and aurelia begins to notice that freedom in her household is little more than an illusion.”
at boarding school, aurelia tried her hand at rebellion by underperforming in her classes as a sign of her frustration. but it resulted in her being grounded for months, forced to study and warned not to be a disappointment.
“the realization that her life was already planned out from the moment of her birth hits aurelia hard. a child learns the meaning of resentment, and slowly, something inside her starts to build.”
so aurelia went back to doing everything her parents wanted her to do, and eventually got into covington ( one of the universities they’d approved, as her mother’s alma mater ). ever since starting her studies, aurelia’s made like a solid handful of friends which she kind of, sort of, almost trusts ( which, for her, is character development ), and has learned to love her major in mathematics.
“she has made a home in this campus and starts to plan for the future ahead of her once she graduates, one that will surely include plenty of research on theories and models, and well-deserved awards. aurelia dreams of one day developing a theory under her name — her full name, not just her surname. her loyalty lies with herself first, and family a distant, reluctant second.”
personality: a summary.
rather than being outwardly mean, aurelia’s stoic and apathetic. loyalty is a foreign concept to her when it’s to anybody but herself, has absolutely no empathy, and is heavily weighed down by the resentment towards her parents that she’s been dealing with since she was young. she’s mostly just very indifferent towards most people, with the small exception of those she considers her friends.
you can find my wanted connections here ! thanks for sticking with me during this messy post !
hello hello all !!! my name is riley and this is my actual trash son maverick, aka the flight risk !!! i am so so hyped to get the ball rollin on this, so check out info on my kid under ze cut !!
warning: this got rlly mcfreaking long and i am so sorry fjdklsjs i am incapable of writing a short intro post
unfortunately i will not be able to be around for the official opening bc i’m on vacation w my fam and godparents, but i will try and intermittently read intros and chat to you guys about plots !!!! PLS feel free to bombard me through IMs or through discord if any plot sparks ur interest or u think mav could fit well in one of ur plots!!! :’)
THE BASICS
Name: Maverick Hobbes Braxton
Age: Twenty-one
Gender: Cismale
Pronouns: He/Him
Major & year: Philosophy, Third year
Faceclaim: Alex Fitzalan
Occupation: N/A
THE FLIGHT RISK
Maverick Braxton, as you might see, is an enigma—or rather, has evolved into one, slowly: a transformation that begun with his first breath. In his early years, the stage had been set for him, line by line. Act One: attend prep schools, excel in classes. Act Two: attend Covington, take center stage—you know, all of the things his older brother, Richard had accomplished with ease, just one year prior to all of his expectations. It was simple, really: a blueprint laid out ahead of him, with little to nothing in his way.
The only problem was that Maverick didn’t exactly see the point in choosing that path, that stage, that story. To him, it wasn’t challenging.
That, and the fact that the life laid out in front of him offered him absolutely nothing.
A series of banal expectations, unfair comparisons, and heartbreaking betrayals, and the traditional life of the Braxton child was thrown out the window—at least, in his brain, it was. See, Maverick Braxton, while independent, coy, and arrogant, isn’t stupid. He knows if he pleases his parents just enough, they’ll still distribute his trust fund and still bail him out of legal trouble when he inevitably tiptoes too far down the delicate line between ambition and rebellion. Perhaps it’s a bit selfish, but what does he owe to a family who paid him no attention, who never asked of his well-being, his own ambitions, his personal dreams?
He’s the kind of person to drive down the highway, windows rolled all the way down, cigarette lit—not because he necessarily likes the taste of nicotine, but because he likes the way the smoke creates clouds that obscure reality. He’ll surprise you in class when he interjects with a sarcastic but surprisingly salient point before throwing up his hood and retreating to the back corner for the rest of class. He’s the kind of person to start reading a book, flipping incessantly through the pages, both impatient by the pace of the plot, yet put it down before he reaches the final pages because he doesn’t want to be disappointed by the ending. He’s the kind of artist who rarely finishes a sketch, the writer who is never satisfied by a poem—for fear, of course, by deep-rooted insecurities that nothing that he will ever do will be enough.
A once-broken heart had taken time to mend, even though it seems ice-cold and whole from the outside. It’s why he has commitment issues: he doesn’t want to be burned again. He plays off his flirtatious bit as a personality trait, someone who is bored by the prospect of being tied down—and yet those who share his bed might consider him Covington’s most surprisingly deep pillow-talker.
An enigma, you see—one who doesn’t stick around long enough for anyone to truly understand, truly a Flight Risk.
BIOGRAPHY:
( You can read his full biography here! Still in the process of editing it a bit, but below are some important bullet points! )
Maverick was born the second of three children to the Braxton family—and as per usual with the Braxton children, he was born into a life filled to the absolute brim of expectation.
His father, a playwright, his mother, an actress. His brother, a theatre prodigy—what part did that leave him to play? The assumed expectations were to follow in his mother and brothers’ footsteps and take center stage; he excelled, for a while, but Maverick always felt lost.
Neighbors and family friends would always ask if he had measured up, in each and every shape and form: it was like the entire universe had a scoreboard with their names titling each section, and Maverick was always playing catch-up, never knowing where the finish line was.
For a while, he stuck to the script that was given to him: study, succeed, repeat. He tried to understand the ins and outs of his father’s work, of masterful acting techniques, trying to make a large enough splash to where his family would even notice the work he put into his life. Surprise: it didn’t.
It took him seventeen years to truly understand that his role in life was not exactly the story his parents had laid out for him, but rather, his sibling, instead.
Downcast emotions transformed quickly into cynicism. What used to make him feel sad now fueled a blue fire within Maverick’s chest, one that felt wronged by the system he was placed in: a complete first-world problem, but it was then and there when he decided to take advantage of his situation, given that he had spent his entire life dedicated to a part he wouldn’t play.
Hypocritical as he was, he still enjoyed the fruits of his parents’ work, cashing the unlimited checks with his name on them, as if it was some sort of sick version of love.
One piece of recognition that Maverick finally earned was an acceptance to Covington—and even that couldn’t be tainted by his brother’s success or his legacy status.
At Covington, Maverick has both lost and found his footing, multiple times. He’s quit acting, quit studying theater, in favor of a topic that stimulates his brain more than reading lines and
PERSONALITY:
Maverick Braxton is certainly a paradox. He’s charismatic, funny, and has a witty sense of humor –– and is generally appreciated by his peers because he’s able to move conversation and discussion without making topics seem dry.
Despite his apparent inferiority to his sibling, the Braxton family still breeds the cream of the crop. He’s certainly a bit arrogant sometimes, given that he’s intelligent, innovative, and clever, and wants to be recognized for it –– however, even if he might not show it on the outside, he appreciates a good challenger. He thinks it keeps his wit sharp, and of course, his ego would never show it, but he does appreciate learning from people. After all, his passion in philosophy, his current area of study, makes him certainly interested in how the world works.
Those who happen to get to know Maverick outside of the surface-level stuff, outside the initial cockiness and flirtatious front he puts on will know that he’s actually quite thoughtful. His lonely childhood has made him extremely loyal to those who have shown him similar trust and friendship –– he would never turn his back on them.
He asks probing questions, is a good listener –– perhaps because he’s interested in human decision making, but is also because he doesn’t quite know what it’s like to be loved unconditionally –– though he wants to.
Deep down, what almost no one knows is that he’s really quite soft. He passes his curiosity off as wanting to understand people, when really it’s a mechanism for hoping someone asks him questions in return, to give him the time of day he wished his parents ( and the rest of the goddamned universe ) had given him.
Despite his theatre prowess, he isn’t actually a particularly good liar. Those who spend enough time around him can hear his tone of voice incline slightly and see him scratch his brow.
AESTHETICS:
coffee-stained mugs, walking with headphones in but nothing playing, untied shoelaces, black hoodies, a cheeky smirk, small books in his back pocket, writing in the margins, unfinished poems, quoting old authors on a daily basis, incessant eye-rolling, pen ink stains, an unmade bed, mismatched socks, floral ties, empty bottles of liquor, rose thorn pricks, old worn poetry books, polished dress shoes, calloused fingers, unlit cigarettes between teeth.
HEADCANONS:
Funnily enough, Maverick’s name means ‘independent, a noncomformist’, which is exactly the path that he has taken to stray away from his family’s expectations.
He does have one strong connection to his family, though: his grandmother, on his father’s side. She understands the pressure he undergoes, who saw the pressure Maverick’s father endured to obtain the success he has. She is one of the only reasons that Maverick has not just jetted off to take on his own adventure. He loves her dearly, and wishes that her empathy and wisdom would rub off on the rest of his family.
Maverick has some form of synesthesia, which allows him to remember a lot more than the average person. He associates colors, smells, sounds, to words –– and allows him to efficiently study any subjects he doesn’t have immediate passion for.
In the privacy of his own bedroom, he sometimes writes poetry and sketches his thoughts and muses –– when he knows he’s in complete privacy. Faces and features that appear in his sketchbooks are often those he’s thinking of often, those who intrigue him. He’s actually quite good a sketching, maybe not quite as good at writing poetry.
His room is spotless –– evidence that he is a bit of a control freak sometimes. It shows that during his adolescence, he reveled in the parts of his life that he could control and perfect.
tw drugs. He more than dabbles in drug use, smoking marijuana maybe every other day, while partaking in harder drugs like cocaine and adderall and others probably once a week. He feels like he’s in control of his use, but it may start to get the best of him. end tw.
Maverick is left-handed. He hates that he gets pen ink stains when he draws, writes poetry, takes notes. His left palm is probably perennially covered with ink.
Though he’s often wearing headphones ( airpods, of course, the nerve of this rich kid ), half the time, nothing’s playing. Sometimes he forgets to press play on his phone, sometimes he purposely likes listening to decision-making and conversations of strangers. it lets him think about the nature of mankind.
Maverick’s favorite philosopher is Albert Camus, known for his work that heavily developed the idea of absurdism ( much to do with the meaning of life, and human inability to discern an answer ).
Maverick’s preferred method of transportation is his skateboard. he loved it first because his parents hated it: pushing himself around on a board like that would get him injured—besides, why not just take the car to school, the driver had been paid for anyway? It was his first taste of rebellion. Now at Covington, where skateboarding is far more efficient than walking across campus, it comes in handy when he sees someone he’d rather not stop and chat to.
Maverick could die with a poetry book nestled on his chest—it’s the one thing he got out of the impressive book collection his family owned. There was something daunting and beautiful about the way poems would transform metaphors into something fantastical, like the emotions were clearly there, but the words were skirting the issue. Kind of like how his parents would never really tell him they loved him.
Maverick often has headphones in when he walks to class. not particularly because he’s actually listening to music or a podcast, but rather because he’d just … rather not be bothered to stop and talk to people.
Maverick loves to draw. He’s mostly self-taught, with a bit of mentorship from his high school art teacher. Evidenced by the rest of his fleeting personality, he rarely finishes a sketch or painting. He claims he never has time to finish them, but the number of crumbled-up, half-finished sketches in his trash bin might say otherwise.
PLOTS
** see my wanted plots tag here too! // and my plots page here !!
* FIRST LOVE / OPEN.
It wouldn’t be easy to make Maverick feel like even more of a disappointment than he already had with his parents, his family—but your muse proved this feeling wrong. He loved them, more than he’d ever loved anything before. In the midst of confusion about where he belonged, he felt safe with your muse; he’d do anything for them. Things ended, he felt betrayed ( though the break-up could have easily been due to a fault of his ), and the split made him the one who now struggles fully with commitment. He doesn’t want to have his heart broken again. See: this entire pinterest board.
but also if u give me this ……………… i’ll name my firstborn after u
* BEST FRIEND / OPEN.
Those who go through similar childhood traumas are often able to understand each other –– that was how it worked with Maverick and your muse, at least. They’re thick as thieves — and have likely seen the ups and downs of Maverick’s life in real time.
* CHILDHOOD FRIENDS / OPEN.
Self explanatory—and also probably knows about the pressures the Braxton family imposes on their children.
* EX-FRIENDS / OPEN.
Friends who were close, close no longer. Maverick’s a real piece of work, and an asshole, too—there are myriad possibilities for why Maverick could have pushed them away. He wouldn’t openly admit that he misses being around your muse, but he certainly would feel a bit of guilt given that they’re no longer the closest of friends.
* MOMENT OF WEAKNESS / OPEN.
Your muse, in whatever unfortunate setting, saw a glimpse of Maverick’s soft side that hardly ever makes an appearance. He’s not going to let them tell the world about his vulnerabilities, though. Not a chance.
* DISLIKED / OPEN.
Maverick is sarcastic, cold, and sometimes emotionless. It’s not surprising that not everyone gets along with the middle Braxton. The possibilities are endless—throw in some sexual tension and I’d actually fall at ur feet.
* PREVIOUS ROOMMATES / OPEN.
Your muse, at one point, probably knew Maverick better than everyone else at Covington. They overheard some of his phone calls with his parents, saw his notes for how he was to achieve his life goals, heard him crying in the middle of the night when he thought your muse was asleep. They could be extremely close now, as in one of the few people Maverick opens up to, or could be distant friends who know about one anothers’ struggles. The possibilities are endless, tbh.
+ ANYTHING LEGITIMATELY ……… IF U THINK THERE’S POSSIBILITY FOR SOMETHING COOL W MAV AND UR MUSE. SIGN ME THE F UP. THANKS.
hello !! i’m lava... 18, mst, any pronouns, you know the deal. here’s a bit about miss griffin, our local wolf sheep! i’m banking on plotting with every single one of ya’ll and i’m easiest to reach via discord so... enjoy the read it’s way too long sorry
first and foremost, here are the basics about griffin: 20, cis female, she/her, fourth year criminal justice student, client coordinator at foxglove florists, guitarist, closeted lesbian, and melanie’s roommate (before she croaked).
griffin was born and raised in manhattan to parents who didn’t know how to function and wore carhartt overalls. they weren’t entirely well off, but were the type of family to always try to keep fresh flowers on the dining table and have game nights with their friends. truly, a young griffin loved her life. she was treated good, her parents were loving, her surprise younger brother was cute.
(tw: drugs, cults) that’s all until she turned nine. the b in beck stood for bankrupt. of course, the quick solution for griffin’s father was to join a cult. classic, right? a man on the subway coerced him into joining, saying that they’d take care of all of the beck family’s financial and spiritual problems. the family stayed in the cult for five years, dabbling in drugs (starting at age twelve for griffin), praying to a god they’d never heard before, and all that jazz. they were pretty content. i mean, they were all brainwashed into believing they were living the life they were supposed to. however, a bad acid trip made mama beck realize that the cult wasn’t so great after all (she was right, finally). days later, she took her two children in a stolen car and floored it to a new apartment in queens that didn’t have dining table flowers or carhartt overalls.
and... then came the blame. griffin was helpless, just a kid who had her childhood flipped upside down and missed her dad. having no other logical reason, mama beck started to blame griffin for everything that happened. the fact her husband wasn’t around, their bankruptcy, the cult, all of it. naturally, griffin got angry. she rebelled against her mom, using high school as her escape. at school, she realized people had normal lives: no cult, nothing like that, and griffin fucking longed for it. she got to know everyone she could (stoners, cheerleaders, nerds, the works) and found comfort in their stories. she learned from them, most importantly.
now in college, griffin feels like the world is in her hands. she finally fled every dark entity in her past and with the help of the info she learned in high school, reinvented herself to become someone she’s finally satisfied with. when asked about her past, she lies. it’s what she has to do to live the life she wants. instead of starting her teenage years off in a cult, others learn that she lived the simpler life in said manhattan apartment up until moving to illinois. there’s no mom or brother in her picture, just a dad who would do anything and everything for his favorite daughter. that’s how it always should have been, isn’t it? instead of an actual flesh bottle of hate, griffin comes across as happy and loving, taking others who need help under her wing. while she tries to seem care free, she monitors every single one of her own movements. every choice she makes is meaningful and there’s no way in hell anybody will learn a single thing about her past (or sexuality!) on her watch. she’s a meme queen, really, drawing memes in her planner instead of inspirational quotes. she knows how to play more meme-y songs on her guitar than not, but this side isn’t unlocked until you generally get to know her.
even though griffin presents herself this way, there’s still a much darker side to her: the void. yeah, void. like, it’s a whole different person. of course griffin couldn’t patch herself up entirely. there’s still a hole in her being that she can’t fill with whiskey and lukewarm coffee. even though she generally comes across as happy, there are days when she sincerely can’t take hold of herself and she’s just empty. void of all emotion. all that. it comes out at all the worst times and she tends to be a bit of a… lifeless bitch when it does. rather than void just being an emotion, it’s really a whole different persona for her. she has no control of it, really. picture like… robbie shapiro as griffin and rex as void. some relationship like that. just watch out.
and some extra bits:
pinterest board !!
wanted connections !!
griffin: fun loving and as laid back as you can be. still dressing how your father wants, but throwing in bright colors and shoes that have seen better days. always laughing and smiling, the longing to get to know more people without giving them information in return. plastering memes on your walls to make yourself smile after a long day and making tik toks with friends. wearing fancy perfume to go to the grocery store because you know it’ll make the cashier happy, having one too many white claws and throwing your shoe across a crowded party. picking up the ugliest blazers at the thrift store to give them a home. certain songs bringing up bad memories and not feeling like talking to your friends for the rest of the night. keeping the extra buttons and movie stubs because you know you’ll need them in case you forget yourself.
void: radio static interrupted by an emergency signal. ignoring a hurricane warning and simply bringing in the outdoor furniture. letting the tap run until the bathtub overflows. smoking a pack a day just to feel warm inside. a king not flinching as he watches someone get decapitated. feeling like you’re nothing more than the skeleton inside you. crying. sleeping on the floor instead of your bed because you feel like its what you deserve. burning yourself with a cigarette for the hell of it. wearing clothes from your dirty laundry hamper instead of something from your clean closet. getting on a bus and not knowing which stop you’ll get off at. nosebleeds you just can’t seem to stop.
hi everyone !! my name is reed, chaotic energy queen, owner of a single braincell (only 33% of the time), and 1/2 of the admin team at covingtonhqs. i live in the est timezone, use they & she pronouns (pls alternate these as much as u can, thank u mwah), am 19 years old, and a hot mess disaster. however, you’re not here to hear about me, you’re here to read all about my daughter, michal. so, without further delay, click the read more to learn all about the one, the only, michal glickman.
name: michal glickman
gender & pronouns: cis female, she & hers
age: 21
major & year: environmental studies major with a dual concentration in toxic plants and environmental advocacy, fourth year
faceclaim: diana silvers
occupation: floral apprentice at foxglove florists
everyone has a moment where they first find the place that they belong, michal’s just happened to be in the middle of bum fuck nowhere
bresheit––in the beginning
born michal אביבה glickman (pronounced michal aviva glickman) at 6:00am on april 22nd, 1998 to two loving parents; rabbi adam עקבא (akiva) glickman and deborah ברכה (bracha) glickman nee goldstein esq
name meanings time !
michal: biblical michal was king saul's daughter and first wife of david. in the biblical narrative, michal chooses the welfare of david over the wishes of her father. when saul's messengers search for david in order to kill him, michal sends them away while pretending she is ill and laid up in bed. she lets david down through a window and hides teraphim in his bed as a ruse. although she risked her life in helping him, after he leaves the court, he makes no attempt to contact her. after michal was returned to david, she criticized him for dancing in an undignified manner, as he brought the ark of the covenant to the newly captured jerusalem in a religious procession. for this she is punished, according to samuel, with not having children until the day she dies.
אביבה (aviva): a modern hebrew name meaning "springtime". it is related to the name of the israeli city tel aviv, as well as to the jewish holiday passover which occurs in the month of nisan, previously called aviv.
glickman: the name glickman is a proud symbol of ancient jewish culture. it is taken from the yiddish word glik, which means luck.
more about her parents !
michal’s dad works as hemlock’s one and only resident conservative rabbi at temple shir shalom, located about a fifteen minute walk from the glickman family home. (i define conservative judaism as a happy medium between reform ~laid back judaism~ and orthodox StRiCt judaism, a conservative jew would probably punch me for saying that).
michal’s mom works as a corporate lawyer at some ugly mean bank that hates the environment and we don’t stan at all
they didn’t meet on j date but they met via j date’s predecessor, their grandmothers being best friends
the past !
the glickmans have been a member of high society in hemlock since their matriarch, michal’s great grandmother hadassah, came over during the holocaust. she immigrated easily, fitting right in with the crowd. an avid follower of practical kabbalah, a jewish mystic tradition concerning the use of magic, her uniqueness made her quite the popular person, and people began to pay large sums of money for her to interpret their dreams and read their palms.
hadassah was the last follower of kabbalah in her line, and her son cut off ties to the mystic tradition as soon as he was able to choose his own religious practices.
still the past but less far in the past !
michal’s upbringing was pretty standard for a white rich kid in a white rich town. she was brought to parties and events she didn’t want to go to, forced to wear cute dresses and shoes and things that she felt weird wearing. she wanted to run around outside, she didn’t want to eat gross appetizers at boring events and pretend like she wanted to be there.
as the years she spent on this earth grew, so did the amount of donor events and fundraising efforts and pairs of fancy shoes she owned. despite her expressing to her parents multiple times that this was not who she was, that these were not things she wanted to go to, they refused to listen to her and continued to drag her to the events against her will.
while they took care of her financially, they didn’t take care of her spiritually. she has a weird complicated relationship with her childhood, as it could have been so much worse, and in the grand scheme of things she was so lucky, but there were so many things she wished she could have done like go hiking and play basketball and be allowed to be herself, and missing out on that has really stopped her from letting her true self shine through, even now.
the label !
now, you may be asking yourself, “reed, how on earth does michal fit this label?” well, let me tell you!
when i hear high heels, i think of an old pair of dress shoes that you probably should’ve gotten rid of a while ago. they’re scuffed, a bit too small for you, and have lost the majority of their shine. michal is trapped in this idea of what her parents want her to be, and while she still squeezes into those high heels for important holidays and events that she is still forced to go to, it’s something that she does begrudgingly, and because she doesn’t want to start conflict.
vayikra––and he called
on a retreat to charles mound, the highest point in illinois, during her sophomore year of high school, michal experienced what it was like to feel the presence of god. she took her shoes off, laid down in the grass, and closed her eyes. it was the first moment she was certain of anything
ever since then, michal’s point of view on spirituality and religion has changed drastically, and she has become much more in touch with the world around her. she practices her judaism through gardening, leading environmental protests (sometimes against her mother’s company, she’s got no clue how she’s managed to avoid getting caught for that), and going on lots of hikes and adventures
it was a moment of clarity for her, her first opportunity to really be who she wanted to and needed to be
bamidbar––in the wilderness
so now, she’s stuck. she knows exactly what she wants to do and who she wants to be, yet is afraid of coming clean to her parents, who currently think she is studying economics on a pre-law track.
she has this kind of double life that she leads, she’s one person at school and another person at home, and as much as she hates it, she fears being cut off from her parents if she refuses to do what they ask of her
headcannons
taurus sun, pisces moon, taurus rising
she was born on earth day in case that was lost on u adjshjkfdhgfd
wants to be a park ranger when she grows up
very socially awkward and bad @ most human interactions, but is also super witty once u get to know her
hasn’t been single/not actively pursuing a or being pursued for a romantic relationship since she was six
falls in love extremely easily, leads to her getting her heart broken a lot
bisexual (prefers women & nb individuals, probably like a 4.5 on the kinsey scale)
while she has had a lot of romantic relationships, real friendships are harder for her to make, and finding one that sticks and makes her feel comfortable is something that is so sacred and special for her that she cherishes it
really looks up to melanie, the connections she makes with people, and how confident she is in the person that she is
smokes a lot of weed
extremely anti-shoe, if she could never wear shoes, that is what she would do, but bc she has to wear shoes sometimes she wears tevas and birkenstocks most of the time
has a huge passion for learning and gaining knowledge, would probably have seventeen minors if she could
she wants to visit every national park by the time she turns 30
michal has a catfish named dog!! it’s a hebrew joke bc in hebrew, dog means fish.
wanted connections
exes ! all of the exes ! ending on good terms, ending on bad terms, first love, losing their virginity to each other, right person wrong time, something that was never quite a relationship
friends ! pals ! amigos ! comrades !
other things i FORGOT TO FINISH AND RAN OUT TIME FOR THIS PLS PLOT W/ ME THANK U
