oliver manning ( jordan fisher ) is a twenty-four year old competitive figure skater who works as a florist at wendy’s floral. he’s from seattle, wa and lives in west vale. they’re benevolent and dedicated but can also be a perfectionist and blunt. sometimes, they’re known as the olympian.
let’s cover the basics;
name: oliver gideon manning
pronouns: he/him/his
birthday: march 25th
zodiac: aries
age: twenty-four
birthplace: seattle, washington
sexual orientation: bisexual & demiromantic
occupation: competitive olympic figure skater & the occasional part-time worker at wendy’s floral shop whenever he needs to clear his head and just relax
fc: jordan fisher
lil’ bit of backstory ( more to add later because i’m lazy );
oliver is the only child of the well-to-do business moguls georgia and lucien manning.
from the time he was small, the boy was brought up to be the best; failure and inadequacy was never an option. in fact, it’s what, essentially, led to his toxic mindset of perfection.
fate found him rather early on in his youth when he took to ice skates for the very first time. soon after, he was off: winning competition after competition and making a name for himself. it was clear he had an incredible gift, and it didn’t take long at all for people – important people – to notice.
he and his family moved to kingscrest around the time he was 8 for the best trainers, managers, overall regimine, etc. everything he needed to grow to his full potential.
he went on to win more prestigious titles and championships as he grew throughout the years, all coalescing to the utterly groundbreaking, heartstopping moment where he got to go and represent america in the olympics in 2018, where he won a silver medal for his figure skating.
it was everything he wanted, and yet, not near enough. hence why, in preparation for 2022, he’s striving for the absolute best, no exceptions or distractions – a gold medal – and to finally be a testament to his parents and everything he’s worked so hard and passionately for.
random tidbits ( also to be added onto later );
arms are actually hella tattooed, but, of course, are always covered up by his leotard. but he adores them and wants a ton more.
can speak 3 languages so far: english, french, and spanish.
has quite a few sponsorships and positive attention from the media and fans for his gentle, yet enthused personality and the beautiful, on-air-esque way in which he glides across ice.
Karley Bloom ( Margaret Qualley ) is a 20 year old journalist who works as a writer at Kingscrest Bard. She is from Kingscrest, CO and lives in East Vale. They’re driven and curious but can also be nosy and pushy. Sometimes, they’re known as The Journalist.
About Karley
Her parents would certainly not win ‘Mom and Dad of the Year’. There was constant fighting in her house and her dad was a violent drunk. Because of how hectic her house was, Karley ran away from home a lot (mostly in the summers).
At one point in high school she ran away during the school year and missed about a month of school before getting found and getting sent back home. She never really talked about where she went/ why she left when she came back. The girl ended up doing summer school because of it and Karley pretended like it never happened.
Unless you grew up in Kingscrest you really wouldn’t know Karley had a shitty childhood because she's just always got a goofy grin on her face and trying to make people laugh.
Wrote for the school paper in high school because it gave her an excuse to not be in her house. She was pretty good at researching for stories because she would annoy the shit out of people until they’d break and tell her what she wanted.
Karley got an internship at Kingscrest Bard her senior year of high school and then was a coffee bitch until she got her associates degree at the local community college. Now she actually works for the paper, but a lot of it had to do with her being super pushy and annoying to her boss.
She moved out right at 18 so she was going to school, doing office work for The Bard, and juggling odd jobs to keep herself afloat. She’s only got her one job now, but she still has to do a bunch of penny pinching. If she goes out to a bar or something she’s that kind of bitch that will take unfinished drinks left on the counter and down them.
Never did any sports growing up, but she was always a fan. She likes the excitement of competitive sports and she’s got her favorite teams/ athletes.
She’s very independent and a jokester, but like once in awhile she’s just gotta go to the mountains and just scream. She doesn’t like crying or talking about deep stuff because she thinks if she starts then she won’t stop.
Horrible at expressing her emotions. 9/10 times will likely make a joke about it. She’s perpetually wearing a clown nose.
Teasing is her love language so if she cares about you/ likes you she’ll likely try to get a reaction from you.
Doesn’t have much of a filter so she’s not afraid to ask some pretty weird or blunt questions.
Karley is pretty nosy, but also very loyal so she likely won’t blast your business to the world if you’re her friend. If you’re not in her circle though then all bets are off.
Connections Ideas
Someone she wrote a story about that they didn’t like. Either she said some shit about them or they told her something they thought was off the record, but she published it.
Friends from Kingscrest that she grew up with. Maybe some of them she even would knock on their doors at 3am like “sup, can I sleep in your basement for 3 days?”
Someone she’s trying to write some gossipy piece about so she’s been following them around and bugging the hell out of them.
Exes (can be any gender) that probably ended poorly because it’s hard for her to take things seriously.
People she’s slept with or is currently boinking
Roommate(s) that are either her friends or they hate her because she’s always living her shit everywhere.
Someone that she thinks they’re friends but they just kind of find her annoying (like a Bojack and Mr. Peanutbutter kind of dynamic).
Someone who Karley butts heads with or an enemy of sorts.
Zach Hart (Douglas Booth) is a 25 year old Zamboni Driver who works at Kingscrest Ice Rink. He’s from Kingscrest, CO and lives in East Vale. They’re Outgoing and Humorous but can also be unmotivated and abrasive. Sometimes, they’re known as The Dirtbag.
Name: Zach Nathan Hart
Pronouns:He/Him
Age: 25 years old
Birthday: June 12th (Gemini)
Hometown: Kingscrest, CO
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Occupation: Zamboni Driver
FC: Douglas Booth
A LITTLE ABOUT
Son of a hardworking nurse and a local hardware store owner, Zach’s background wasn’t the tragic one one would assume given his outward appearance. His parents, though busy and occasionally distant, were loving and gave Zach all the tools he needed for success. It was Zach himself that never applied himself enough to use them. Ever since he was young, he knew he was different from the children whom he grew up with. Everyone around him seemed so driven and talented, where as Zach was generally just trying to get through the day. Which was fine when it could be chalked up to teen angst, but once he reached adulthood, it became far more concerning to friends and family alike.
After high school, he worked and array of odd jobs - gas station attendant, fast food worker, la bodega attendant, most of which he got fired from for being late or smoking on the job. In hindsight it was blessing in disguise, ‘cause working at the rink was his favorite gig so far. Driving the Zamboni was easy, there was no manager over his shoulder 24/7, and taking the rare occasional girl up on the Zamboni was a good first date ice breaker.
An outcast in a city of over achievers and Olympic dreamers, Zach doesn't have any plans to change his ways anytime soon, perfectly content to stay in a cloudy haze of smoke and make ends meet, much to his loved ones dismay.
RANDOM FACTS
Zach is covered in tattoos, most of them random - some of them professional done, others amateur work and a few were even stick and poked by friends.
He general eats like a teen still, surviving off of gas station snacks or mcdonalds when the munchies hit.
He lives with a roommate with similar interests as him, the two are pals but there is a small chance the guy steals money from Zach’s wallet when he’s not around.
He’s never left CO
Zach’s always been prone to hitting high highs and low lows, but the constant high he maintains helps keep it in check.
it’s the middle of the night, but i’ll just plop down and say hello anyways! this here is my star-of-his-high-school-hockey-team-but-not-his-ahl-team, formally big fish in a huge ass pond, still-kinda-under-the-oppressive-influence-of-his-evangelical-dad hockey playing Good Boi Jude.
judah ‘jude’ ames (casey cott) who works as a cashier at the armory. he’s from thunder bay, ontario and lives in east vale. they’re ardent and optimistic but can also be vacuous and prudish. sometimes, they’re known as the sanctimonious.
my bio is super long so i apologize in advance, but here’s all you need to know abt judie the prudie!
full name / nicknames: Judah Seth Ames / Jude, Judie, J, the Bae From Thunder Bay
age / date of birth: 27 / July 30th, 1992
place of birth: Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada
previous residences / current residence: Sarnia, Ontario, Canada; Kitchener, Ontario, Canada; London, Ontario, Canada; Hershey, Pennsylvania; Chicago, Illinois; Des Moines, Iowa / Kingscrest, Colorado
citizenship / ethnicity: Canadian (on a sports visa) / White (English, Danish, Dutch, German)
religion: Lutheran
socioeconomic status / political affiliation: Upper Class / Unaffiliated, but liberal leaning
martial status: Single
sexual & romantic orientation: heterosexual, hetero-romantic (he’s not questioned it, at the very least)
education / occupation: high school graduate / cashier at The Armory
former teams / current team: Hershey Bears, Chicago Wolves, Iowa Wild / Kingscrest Knights
position / shoots: Center / Right
jersey number: #41
NHL draft: 79th overall, Washington Capitals
professional playing career: 2010 – 2018
parents: Teresa Ames (mother), David Ames (father)
siblings: Jared Ames (older brother by two years), Jacob Ames (younger brother by eleven years), Julianne Ames (younger sister by eleven years)
offspring: none
pets: family dog named Gretsky (German Shepherd), though he’s back in Thunder Bay
faceclaim: Casey Cott
hair color / eye color: brown / pale green
height / build: 5′11″ / athletic, muscular
tattoos / piercings: none / none
distinguishable features / scars: big lips, strong jawline / various bodily scars from hockey injuries over his lifetime
dexterity: right handed
known allergies: none
visual impairment / hearing impairment: none / none
nicotine use / drug use / alcohol use: no / no / socially
traits: confident, brawny, optimistic, playful, prudish, vacuous, arrogant, disapproving
temperament: choleric
alignment: lawful good
enneagram: type one, the reformer
mbti: ESTJ
hogwarts house: gryffindor
vice / virtue: pride / chastity
likes / dislikes: hockey, the feeling of skates gliding on smooth ice, exercising, sleeping, cheesecake, snow, comedies, rules / montreal canadiens, partying, breaking his diet, the fear of never making it to the nhl, broccoli, phone calls from his father, westerns, soccer
favorite media: to kill a mockingbird by harper lee (book), planes, trains, and automobiles (film), bob’s burgers (television show), tell her about it by billy joel (song)
favorite color: blue
hockey has been a part of judah’s life for longer than he can remember. his first memories include the freezing solidness of the ice, the snug feeling of skates on his feet, the weight of a helmet upon his head. jude grew up believing he was born to play hockey, and really, he wasn’t wrong. a complete natural, despite hating it the first time his parents put him on the ice. a tantrum ensued, even though jared, his older brother and jude’s personal childhood hero, promised him it wasn’t scary and he was safe; he wanted to do everything jared did, but he wasn’t ready yet.
hockey wasn’t the only thing he was scared of. his father, david, taught his sons about hell before they were old enough to understand the concept. he taught them about sins. how fornication would damn you, how adultery would greet you with the devil, how doing anything wrong would leave you burning in hell forever. the list of things that were wrong to do, however, got longer and longer as his children grew, until doing anything but praying or playing a sport would condemn his soul. jude never heard his father say it, but he felt he was doing something wrong, something sinful when he cried and plopped down on the ice that day, begging for his brother to pick him up and bring him off the slippery ice.
his soul was saved after he turned five, when he got tired of watching jared play and wanted to join his older brother in the rink. the second time he laced up a pair of skates, at the tender age of five, jude fell in love. he finally fulfilled his purpose, or rather realized it. still so young, the local mini mite league not much more than toddlers standing around on the ice as the coaches uselessly tried to direct them on wobbly skates, little jude became fascinated with the sport. watching it constantly on the television, attending all of his older brother’s games, wearing all the leafs apparel his parents bought for him. their summers spent on roller blades playing with a toy goal set in the driveway, their winters spent freezing in the stands or skating on razor sharp blades.
as the minor leagues started raising up with age, so did the level of skills needed to play, and jude quickly proved to be a natural. the way he glided effortlessly, the way he turned on the hairpin edge of blades with ease, the way he listened and adhered to direction like a loyal solider. judah had memorized the rule book from front to back by the time he was nine, could spout off any definition or recall the minutiae details of a rule his own coaches had mostly forgotten, to the point of annoyance for his teammates and coaching staff. anyone could see that jude was going places, they could tell jude was going to make it.
but he wasn’t going to go as far as jared. jude paled in comparison to his older brother. for every rule he could recite like a sermon or puck he could hit squarely into the net, jared was faster, harder, stronger, better. he lived in jared’s shadow and what a well-lived in shadow it was. it didn’t matter how good jude was when jared was there, it didn’t matter if jude was a good player when jared was great… for a time.
the ames family added two more children, a pair of twins. jacob and julianne came into the world when jude and jared were eleven and fourteen respectively. even with two new babies in the house, the two older ames brothers were never distracted from their shared sport. their mother the focus of the childrearing, their father focused on rearing his two sons into hockey prodigies. loyal servants to the church of god and gretzky, the ames boys were good, they were righteous, they were perfect. perfect, how that word seemed to follow them. perfect, that was the ultimate praise from their father, when they followed the letter of jesus or their coaches. the fear of disappointing their father was the fear of going to hell. they had to be the best, they had to be perfect, they had to be righteous if they were going to make it.
the foundation of their perfect little family started to crack once jude was headed into peewee. the pressure from their father a fixture that had known for their entire lives, the pressure that kept them perfect, jared finally bent underneath that weight. his playing, while always more fast-paced and fierce than jude’s, got sloppier and less dignified. his hits were less than clean, his gloves dropped more than they didn’t, his pucks still landed in the goals but their passes to get there were dangerous. if that didn’t piss off their father enough, jared would stay out later, would go to parties on school nights, would refuse to go to church. i’m the bad one now, judie, so you don’t have to be, jared whispered to him once on a drive back from practice but jude didn’t understand what his brother meant.
jude was never in danger of being the bad one. the meek one, yes, the quiet one or the shy one, but he was never bad. his behavior, his playing, it was barely less than perfect. as jared’s star started to diminish (in their father’s eyes, at least, since jared only got more popular at school the more he partied), focus started to turn on jude. david’s focus, namely. david started taking jude out for hot chocolate after practices, ice cream parlors after winning a game. david wouldn’t let jude end up like jared, he wouldn’t let jude go down the same road of sin his older brother walked down. jared was still a good player, yes, or rather he still played well, but he wasn’t perfect anymore. jared was getting worse, jude was only getting better.
even if jared proclaimed that he was willingly taking the heat off of jude, a rift started to grow between the two. people were starting to praise jude more, talk about him more, talk about how good he was getting. the shadow that jude lived in was starting to shift, others were starting to notice him. judah ames, just a boy of fourteen, was the one the parents of his teammates would point out, the one they’d beg their children to hang out with in case his discipline and skill would rub off on them. his thoughts were only occupied with hockey, every dream he had was just reliving old games or planning for future ones. everything related to it, no matter if he was looking for a connection or not. hockey was the only personality he had.
who could blame him, though? with the way his father yelled from the stands, often yelling louder than the coach. with the way his father dropped him off promptly before practice began and picked up him not a second after it ended. as the reins on jared were forcibly loosened, the reins tightened on jude and david promised himself and god that he’d never let judah seth ames go. they moved across ontario with every minor team jared or judah joined, though they always considered thunder bay to be their home. as jude became more disciplined, more refined in his playing, jared got worse, got messier, to the point that he was considered the goon of their team. the two ames boys, once both considered perfect, once identified by the order of their birth, were now classified by good or bad, clean or dirty, pure or sinful.
seventeen, the year in every hockey player’s life that things start to change. the nhl just a dream for them, it becomes more realized as the draft starts to tick down and loom over them. jared, playing badly and antics getting more dramatic as their father focused more on jude, felt his dream slipping from him fast. the scouts eyes, once glued to him at every game they attended, drifted to his little brother now. not even old enough to drink, jared ames was quickly becoming a has-been, before he ever really was something. the boy everyone thought was going to make it didn’t even make it to the draft. jared ames quit playing hockey at the age of nineteen.
judah wouldn’t end up like that, though. david ames promised that to his son and any other parent in the stands that still bothered to listen to his ramblings. judah ames was going to make it. he was perfection, on the ice and off it. most boys, even boys on the same team, were interested in girls, lots even had girlfriends. jude was interested, but he wasn’t allowed to be. boys like that were sinful, they were wrong, they were bad. jude wasn’t allowed a girlfriend, wasn’t even really allowed a friend. everything in his life revolved around hockey, even church as david led prayers for victory before every game. there wasn’t time to think about girls, to think about anything else. even studying was secondary, his grades were only required to be strong enough to let him play every game; the only part of his life that didn’t require perfection.
while jared struggled underneath the pressure, jude endured it, even flourished underneath it. an amazing player, not just in the way he shot and hit and skated, but in his attention to detail and rules. some even said he’d be the next sidney crosby, but jude wouldn’t let himself get intimidated by the comparison. he was good, but he wasn’t that good. he wasn’t perfect, not yet. the comparison he hated was the one to his brother, the older boys on the team that had played with jared before his retirement called jude ‘the replacement’. he hated that word, replacement, even more than the word perfect. his father didn’t help, telling him how he’s so much better than jared ever was, how jude was going to be the one to make it all the way to the top, like it was guaranteed.
the time for jude’s draft started nearing quickly as he entered his senior year of high school. the pressure from his father and his coaches got heavier as the date neared, even his brother (now living in an apartment back in thunder bay) contributing to the worry and excitement. always a dream of his, to make it to the majors, jude finally felt the cracking his brother before him felt. calm and collected on the ice, jude only felt anxiety when he left it every night. his dreams, usually filled with scenes of play, now only showed him a future where he’d end up exactly like jared. he had to make it to the nhl, he needed to make it there, he needed to be good, he needed to be perfect.
the draft finally only days away, jude worked tirelessly in the rink to keep his mind off of it. what if he didn’t get picked? what if he ended up like jared, not even making it to the draft? what if he hated the team he got picked for? oh god, what if he was drafted to montreal! his worries not helped by his father that only ever wanted to talk about the draft, jude spent those last few days wishing he never laced up his skates again that one winter day when he was five.
the draft came in a bubble of excitement and fear. finally the one thing he’d been waiting for his whole life was here. feeling like his stomach was going to cave in on itself, he nearly missed it when his name was finally called. the hershey bears, the ahl affliate of the washington capitals. not exactly what he wanted, preferring something in canada, but not too far from home and not too warm. in the end, jude was just excited to play the sport he loves. he was excited to make it to the draft, unlike his older brother. he was excited to be one step closer to the nhl. most of all, he was excited to be away from his father.
the excitement didn’t last long, however. well, it didn’t last forever. traded from the bears after a year, jude ended up being traded to the chicago wolves at the age of twenty two, settling in for most of his career in the minors. he was still a great player, but the professional leagues are all filled with great players, and he was already beginning to feel like an adult among children when his new teammates after every draft seemed to be getting younger and younger. by the time he was twenty five, jude knew he would likely never make it to the nhl, but he refused to acknowledge it. his father half-held belief in his son, and half-berated him for not yet making his nhl debut; every time they needed a spot filled for a game or two, they called someone else up, and jude had to explain to his father why exactly he wasn’t the best on his team, why the coaches didn’t notice him like they should’ve. the love of the game only carried him so far, and the yearning to be on a major professional team slowly turned to bitter regret. he couldn’t wonder why the ahl wasn’t enough for his father, why it’s not perfect, when he’s convinced of the same.
jude knew that if he wasn’t going to make it by now, he’d never make it to the nhl. traded after a few good years with the wolves, jude moved to iowa and played with the wild for only a season before he decided it was time to retire professionally. he was a star that had diminished, he was just another good player on an okay team, and soon he wouldn’t even be remembered by anyone. deciding not to renew his one year contract with the wild, jude went back to thunder bay, and quickly regretted moving back in with his parents on two fronts: he missed hockey, and he did not miss his father’s rants.
while his father’s influence lessened from distance and time apart, it was back in full force once he was under their roof again. while he was no longer concerned about staying pure and righteous (partying with hockey players barely out of their teens tends to do that), the thoughts that he was wrong, dirty, sinful started to creep back in. he was not just dirty from the sin of the outside world, he was dirty, stained, a failure. jude was not perfect, never was. just another failure, like his brother jared before him, it was a different sensation to be jealous when he was moping on the couch and watching as his younger brother jacob gathered his equipment in his bag and their father lectured jake about his sloppy skating last practice. he has never missed the pressure from his father before, and he can only hope that jake doesn’t crack underneath the weight now that their father’s hopes and dreams are on him.
after six months of tolerating his father and drifting aimlessly, missing his sport and hating it at the same time, he began to wonder if it was too late to sign that contract with the wild again. he called his own coaches when he knew his father was at his brother’s practices, begged to be signed again, but they told him what they already knew: he was twenty six years old, practically geriatric. there likely wouldn’t be a professional team to sign him, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t still play his beloved (and loathed) sport, and maybe keep a bit of hope alive in his heart that he might, one day, still make it. everyone in the hockey community knows about kingscrest, colorado. it practically generated out ice sports stars as quickly as thunder bay did, and if there was any way he could possibly be scouted for one more final time, it was there. barely letting his parents in on his plan, lest they try to talk him out of it (or worse, support with oppressive enthusiasm), jude made his way to colorado, where he’s been for a year now.
joining the knights, jude’s a mature player, and any hopes of being noticed or signed to any sort of professional team (god, how much he hated being in the minors, only to be begging christ to let him back on any team, even laval rocket) are kept secret and close to his heart. as far as his teammates know, he’s just an old guy enjoying the ice, reliving his glory days and being a stickler for the rules just as he did in peewee. the desire for perfection is something that he still feels, even if he tries everything in his power to avoid his father’s calls—lest he have to hear his father’s thoughts on the political landscape of america, despite being canadian, but jude already knows he’s not perfect. he knows that this is the end of the line, so he should milk it for everything it’s worth, but the thought of the future is even scarier. once he’s too old to play, his many injuries over the years finally catching up with his body, what else is there to do? once hockey’s gone, what will jude have left?
he’s not perfect, he’s not righteous, he’s not the next gretzky or crosby. but he did make it, even if it was not the nhl. he made it farther than his father or his older brother ever did. he’s free from his father, living by himself and by his own rules, playing the game he’s loved for twenty two years. shouldn’t that be good enough for him? shouldn’t that be perfect?
like every hockey player ever, hockey’s all he talks about. all he thinks about, really. like... constantly. i mean constantly. he really doesn’t have much of a personality outside of it, but it’s not really his fault bc he was taught to be like that by his father.
speaking of his dad. phew. major dad issues for this kid. the voice in his head is his father’s, not his own. has a lot of weird shame about the most random things, and some not-so-random things.
isn’t a virgin, but he acts like one, because he doesn’t want to seem dirty and #sinful, but he’s also just weird and awkward around women... and guys too. just everyone.
sweet but angsty. has a lot of regrets, but doesn’t like to talk about it much. hates being one of the older guys on the team, but he put himself there, and it’s like either be old af or not be on the team at all. doesn’t want to end up like his brother that quit just to sell cars back in the bay.
not actively religious, but still seems like a conservative good ol’ boy because he wears sweaters tucked in WITH a belt. not as innocent as he seems, but still pretty innocent and a little weird. wasn’t homeschooled but kinda seems like he was?
an encyclopedia of hockey rules and super annoying about it. will tattletale on you to the refs if he sees you Being Naughty on the ice, no matter what team you’re on. he’s good to have around if you wanna get an opposing player into the penalty box because if you alert him to it, he’ll go snitch immediately. love my goody two shoes!!
a sales associate at the armory, like half of the team. thinks it may make him look better to the coaches, but also just needs a job. his dad will only pay half, that’s right HALF!!, of his rent so jude works to catch up with that and have very little money on the side. whatever, he still gets to skate, so he should be happy. right? right?!
somewhat dumb, just because he was never encouraged to be smart by his father, just an obedient follower and an obsessive hockey player. can do simple math, but ask him about algebra and he’ll just get annoyed and walk away.
wanted connections:
fellow teammates: jude plays for the knights, so gimme good friends and better enemies! people he’s competitive with, people he helps/mentors, people he straight up can’t stand or people that can’t stand him.
figure skating friends (and enemies): jude has never been the figure skating type, but he thinks its pretty cool that they can do spins and stuff. he respects the artistry, but still feels a sort of competitiveness with them just from the nature of being two ice sports. so give me friends that he can cheer on, enemies he can roll his eyes at, etc!
just friends in general: he’s a pretty sad boi and very earnest, so he needs someone to chat with! either it can be superficial or maybe they’re close confidants, up to you. :)
roommates: jude rents an apartment in east vale, and while he’s used to being such a canadian WASP, he’s somewhat cut off financially from his parents and needs someone around to help pay the bills. plus he gets lonely at night! can’t sleep in an empty house!!
ex-girlfriend(s): jude’s only been in town for a year and a few months, but that’s enough time to date around. likely this relationship didn’t work out because jude has a lot of hangups about relationships and shame, and his body/sex in general, but there are probably other factors such as that he’s really obsessive about hockey and actually really, really bitter deep down. 22+
Mia Calloway ( Violett Beane ) is a 21 year old Ice Skater who works as a Bartender at Joker’s in Jester Court. She’s from Kingscrest, CO and lives in East Vale. They’re determined and resourceful but can also be judgmental and bitchy. Sometimes, they’re known as The Philophobic.
quick facts
name: mia abigail calloway
pronouns: she/her
birthday: april 21 (taurus)
age: 21 years old
place of birth: kingscrest, colorado
sexual orientation: heterosexual
occupation: skater (casually) and bartender
fc: violett beane
As the younger Calloway, Mia went through most of her life outside of the scope of attention. It always seemed that her mother’s attention was dedicated to Ian if only because he showed talent on the ice. While ice skating is in her blood, Mia has never had the passion and dedication that Clarissa and Ian seemed to have. She couldn’t look at the ice and see her future and maybe that made things a little antagonistic between her and her mother if only because she couldn’t be molded into a little Clarissa to match her talented brother - oh well. As a youth, she was somewhat bitter at the fact that her accomplishments never seemed to hold up to the talents of Ian on the ice, but eventually that lack of attention turned into a blessing. Without her mother watching her with eagle eyes 24/7, it was easier for Mia to sneak out and become the little delinquent she loves being.
With both her mother and Ian having been diagnosed with their own mental disorders, Mia is somewhat worried that it’s only a matter of time before she’s diagnosed as well. Truthfully - though she doesn’t want to admit this to their mom or her brother - it’s one of her biggest fears. She’s spent all her life seeing the chaotic spiraling that comes with it, so how could she possibly want that for herself?
Personality wise, Mia is very blunt and not in the mood for bullshit. She’s gotten used to being independent - annoyingly so - and at times that makes it hard for anyone to really feel close to her if only because she acts as if she doesn’t need anyone in the world. Relationships tank for her more often than not because of it. After every breakup, Mia likes to shrug and say that there will always be another one, even if she does in fact feel a bit hurt over it. It’s just always been easier to let that sort of stuff roll off her shoulder - or at least appear to roll off her shoulder. If there’s at least one good thing Clarissa instilled in her daughter was the knowledge not to show her vulnerabilities to the world. If people knew what could truly get to her, then they had a way to take her down. That wasn’t something that was ever going to happen. Even if Mia was never her mother’s golden child or star pupil, Mia still thanks her for the strong exterior and thick skin the girl now has, even if in the same breath Mia blames the woman for her lack of ability to form anything real in her life.
headcanons
Mia skates for fun. She’s not too shabby at it, but the Olympics has never been her dream. Rather, she uses skating as a means to get out of Kingscrest when the time comes. She figures she’ll get into some athletics program or something and make a life for herself away from the chaos of the Calloway name here in Kingscrest.
Currently she lives with her brother and while she’s constantly saying that she’s saving up money to get a place of her own, she’s not. She enjoys being there with Ian since it’s as helpful and comforting to her as she hopes it is for him for them to be together.
Mia is a lot of a flirt. She enjoys bringing guys home (or going to their homes when she things Ian may murder her for bringing another guy over) and then she doesn’t call them again. It’s a repeating cycle that she’s not looking to break anytime soon.
wanted connections
ex - maybe they just didn’t work out and mia walked away. maybe she walked away because it was getting too real and she couldn’t stand the fact that she was falling in love. either way, she’s got some exes in the world and some matter more than others.
current hookup - Mia is the type of girl who knows what she wants and right now, she wants him. it’s uncertain how long it will last, but for now, she enjoys making him her primary booty call.
Sacha Fowler ( Sophie Turner ) is a 19 year old ice skater who is currently unemployed. She is from Aspen, Colorado and lives in West Vale. They’re witty and generous but can also be possessive and gullible. Sometimes, they’re known as the legacy. (Georgia, 25, GMT, she/her)
Sacha Fowler
she/her
born 19th feb 2001 (19 years old)
currently unemployed, she trains full time
bisexual & cis female
FC: sophie turner
Back story!
Sacha’s father Vincent was a pairs skater back in the day, he loved it and was aiming to go to the Olympics but never made it past regionals. A friend was starting up a business and asked him to get in on the ground floor, and sizing up his options, he decided to go with the ‘safe option’. It did work out well for him, they made a lot of money and he met a woman he saw a future with. He got married and had a son, Alex, he tried hard to get him involved but he refused and went into hockey and skiing instead.
Sacha came along a few years later and much to her father’s delight, when he brought her to her first pop up rink at Christmas, she adored it. He trained her at first, taught her what he knew until it became evident there was potential here, though she wanted to skate solo. He brought a coach in easy enough but there were no large training rinks in Aspen at the time. They used small rinks for some time, or she commuted after school, and that’s worked for a time but now that she’s no longer competing at a junior level, her parents decided to make the move to Kingscrest to take advantage of the new and modern facilities.
She and her parents are currently living in the lodge while they search for the perfect home.
Random bits!
Super naive and innocent
in love with brandon flowers from the killers
once played hockey with her brother and a few of his teammates for a laugh. She broke her wrist and their mother was fuming
it doesn’t matter where she is, if a song she loves comes on she will dance
feels v awkward in some of the outfits they have to wear on the ice
[Michael Provost] ( Finn Lyons ) is a [TWENTY ONE] year old [HOCKEY PLAYER] who works as a [CASHIER] at [WENDY'S FLORAL]. [He] is from [Cambridge, MA] and lives in [East Vale]. They’re [Brilliant] and [Reliable] but can also be [Absentminded] and [Indecisive]. Sometimes, they’re known as [The Scholar]
The Basics
name: Finn Malcolm Lyons
pronouns: he/he
birthday: March 4th (Pisces)
age: 21 years old
place of birth: Cambridge, MA
sexual orientation: Bisexual
occupation: hockey player & cashier/floral assistant at Wendy’s Floral
fc: Michael Provost
Other Important Facts:
Degrees in both Chemical Engineering and Environmental Sciences (Currently in the process of determining if he wants to get his Doctorate)
Sister: @loreleilyons
Is a hockey player but always wanted to be a figure skater. Was forced into hockey by his father
Played in college but has joined the Knights since moving back home
A certified genius and dumbass all in one
Perpetually optimistic
Mean exceptionally well, is ride or die, but can also be disaster personified
Has chained himself to things at environmental rallies
BIOGRAPHY
The Lyons family had wanted both of their children to be stars in something. Growing up, Finn had desperately wanted to be dancing on the ice like his big sister, but his father had deemed his dreams “too feminine” and pushed him towards sports. At least hockey allowed him to still be on the ice, but he always felt terrible about the violence that accompanied the sport. But as a Lyons he was expected to excel, so excel he did, enough to get him a full ride scholarship wherever he wanted to grow.
He had always been gifted academically. Math and science came naturally even if his writing skills were about as graceful as a drunken kindergarten doctor. Sometimes even his notes were illegible to himself. Finn hadn’t been willing to decide between two majors so he’d picked them both, earning a degree in Chemical Engineering as well as Environmental Sciences. With college done he moved back home to Kingscrest where he was quickly recruited by the Knights. The hope was to play there until he finally decided whether or not he would go back to school to get his doctorate. He loved being on the ice more than anything but there was always a hole in his chest that he knew was meant for figure skating.
Despite being a certified genius (his parents got him one of those fancy IQ tests just so they could tote it around to other parents and prove just how great he was), Finn is an idiot. Social etiquette escapes him more times than it doesn’t. He’s affectionate, outgoing, and perpetually cheerful. Personal space? He doesn’t know her. His intentions are always pure and if you need a shoulder to cry on then he’s here for you.
WANTED CONNECTION IDEAS:
-ride or die: if you’re someone Finn counts as his friend then you can guarantee that he’d do anything to help you out.
-friends: despite being an idiot, his other endearing qualities make him a candidate for friendships.
-the corruptor: someone who wants to take advantage of this guy’s sweet disposition and tons of wealth.
benjamin fields ( david corenswet ) is a 24 year old hockey player who works as a barista at the deja brew. he’s from denver, co and lives in west vale. they’re upbeat and charming but can also be picky and dismissive.
quick facts
name: benjmain jacob fields (benji)
pronouns: he/him
birthday: march 10 (pisces)
age: 24 years old
place of birth: denver, colorado
sexual orientation: homosexual
occupation: hockey player and barista
fc: david corenswet
Benji is a sweet cupcake covered in sprinkles and kindness - at least that’s what most people think of him. Hockey is his passion, always has been, and his goal in life is to succeed well enough to go pro one of these days (or as close to pro as he can get).
When he was ten years old, Benji’s family moved from Denver to Kingscrest, figuring it would be a better view and just offer better opportunities. Seeing as there’s a bit more of a focus on sports there in Kingscrest, Benji agreed. It’s been fourteen years since he moved to the town and ultimately he considers Kingscrest his home since that’s where he really grew up and made close relationships. He identifies as homosexual, something he didn’t truly accept about himself until his junior year of high school and something he didn’t really share with the world until the break up with his best friend Lorelei.
One of the more notable things about Benji is that he is a perfectionist and a lot of that perfection goes into his hockey practices. He pushes himself hard - some would even say too hard - but he does it all because there’s a goal at the end of all of this that means everything to him. Benji never misses practice and is typically the first one there and the last to leave at the end, eager to just keep working at it. There have been expressed concerns about his obsession with doing well and what he puts himself through to get there, however.
headcanons
Benji LOVES strawberry poptarts. He doesn’t get to eat them too often because he’s an athlete with a scheduled diet, but they are always a delightful treat that he just loves so much.
Since coming out, Benji has taken the role of being an out gay hockey player to heart, hoping that he can be an inspiration to those that are still in the closet but worried that they will be seen as less than a man. He likes to consider himself a good athlete in a sport that’s deemed hyper-masculine, so breaking stereotypes is sort of his thing.
When he was younger, Benji’s mom enrolled him in a ballet class as that was just something suggested to her by another Kingscrest mom. Though Benji protested it at first, he’s been doing it so long that he’s just used to it. Plus it helps with balance, so he’s not too mad about it.
wanted connections
ex - Benji often likes to tell himself that he’s above pettiness, intent on putting love out into the world so that he receives love in return. With this guy, however, Benji just can’t manage to show the love. It wasn’t the worst breakup he could have imagined, but it wasn’t nice and simple either. There’s definitely some hostility there.
rival - When you want to get somewhere, that means you have to be better than the others. Benji strives to be the best. Though hockey is a team sport, he’s not stupid enough to think that there aren’t star players. He just always wants to make sure that he’s the brightest star on the team. Unfortunately, there’s someone else on the team that has that same desire.
