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BASICS;

Name: Fortune Nott Nickname(s): Tuney Preferred pronouns: She/Her. Age: 25 Occupation: Unemployed Faceclaim: Jennifer Lawrence

HISTORY;

       FORTUNE WAS named as such because she was a miracle to her daddy. She thought her name was as cheesy as a grilled cheese on rye but she got used to it. She figured there were worse things to be called. But despite her name, she wasn’t very fortunate. She was only ten years old when she learned that her momma had been real sick for a while and it wasn’t looking good. Up until that point she had no clue about it and her daddy swore it was for her protection. She was too young to understand the severity of the situation and she lashed out, swore that she’d never speak to her daddy again. But he soldiered on, shouldering the brunt of his family’s problems like he always did. Unfortunately this caused Fortune to become less trusting of a person and pull inside herself.

It didn’t take long for her momma to get sicker and soon Fortune found herself in an unfortunate predicament. The Nott’s didn’t have a whole lot of money and the small hospital’s doctors weren’t well versed in cancer, especially not the fast moving kind Fortune’s momma had contracted. So using what little money they had, the Nott’s packed up to the nearest hospital that could help her. It was hard, to say the least, constantly driving for miles to and from the hospital. Fortune ended up having to stay with neighbors and friends, per her daddy’s request. But once he left, she always ended up getting out of things and finding a way to be by herself. Evergreen Acres wasn’t full of the most savory of characters and Fortune figured she was way better off without any of them. She might’ve been young but she wasn’t stupid. She had enough of the babysitting when one of the neighbor’s husband kept calling her pretty in that creepy kind of way that sent chills down her spine; even when she thinks about it now she wants to throw up her dinner.

About a week after spending a lot of time alone and becoming real good at working a microwave, Fortune’s daddy came running in like a bat out of hell and scared her half to death. Her momma wasn’t doing well and they had to leave now. On the way to the hospital, Fortune’s daddy was frantic as all get out and it scared her to death. He wasn’t driving right so she kept yelling at him to slow down. But this only made things worse. As he turned to yell at Fortune, a semi ran right into them and drove them off the road. Fortune was hospitalized in critical condition and woke up a week later to discover two tragedies had hit her family: her momma had died and she could no longer hear. After that, Fortune didn’t have much life left in her. The town didn’t have an extensive hospital unit to help people like her, and even if they did, she wouldn’t have the money to do anything about it. The only thing that kept her going was how the town had this unusual pull to just survive somehow. She wasn’t really determined to leave, seeing as it was the only place she ever knew. She slowly started to realize that this was most likely the only place she could survive and found it increasingly hard given her new-found disability.

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Name: Roosevelt Nott Nickname(s): Rose Preferred pronouns: He/Him. Age: 47 Occupation: Unemployed Faceclaim: Norman Reedus

HISTORY;

         THIS TOWN’S no place for a bleeding heart but neither was the Nott household. That sure as shit didn’t stop them from bringing the worst of them into the world. For a while, his soft spots (weak spots) were plain for the world to see. That stopped soon after. When he be called a ‘pussy’ every time he’d shed a tear and every time the older boys kicked him into the dirt ‘cause his hair’s long or because he was helping a sick bird rather than hitting it.  No matter how many times he’d be called names or kicked into the dirt he’d still bleed out: Roosevelt just got better at hiding it. He’d only hear people calling him mean – with his narrow eyes and hair hiding his eyes and mouth shut tight unless it’s to tell someone where to shove it. Still, deep down, a man’s core is unchangeable. At least that’s what Roosevelt stands by. Everything in his life has shown that to be true. He had accepted he’d weep easier than the other boys, but at least smokes and liquor helped. He had accepted he will always look mean, but it was a good disguise.  Most of all he’d accepted his heart would keep being soft beneath the callouses. For that, there were no upsides. He had never accepted he’d find someone he could be soft around till he met Aileen. They started dating and the first time she’d called him her ‘Rose’ and they both beamed at the new nickname. They were still stuck in a shitty trailer and he still smoke and drank like the worst of them – but home was finally a softer world. Roosevelt dreamed of this gentle home for his child and when he got a hold of his baby girl he knew he was royally screwed. She was the prettiest, wide-eyed beauty who giggled till she was red in the face whenever he tickled her sides. ‘Fortune’ was without a doubt the only name that came to mind.

Unfortunately part of being Roosevelt Nott was also having piss poor luck. That proved unchangeable too. Aileen fell sick, first slowly, then all at once. Her pallid skin and wasting away ruined the softer world he wanted for Fortune. So he did what he did best: covered it up. Grew callouses over his soft spots and took the brunt of it. Aileen would weep with pain and then loneliness when Roosevelt had to leave for work. The only way he could take it was a stiff drink before getting home… Then another. And another.

When things took a turn for the worse they discovered how serious Aileen’s cancer was. Fortune was ten and he never saw her completely sober. It was easier that way for him, he thought. Better to see her Daddy tired rather than weeping. What sort of father would weep in front of his child? Ends up a better father would weep, The last few months of his complete family’s life are a blur. He’d gotten behind the wheel drunk more times than he’d admit to and in the end the only time that mattered was the time he dragged Fortune into the back seat because those doctors told him to plan for the ‘worst’.

Roosevelt thinks often about that day. His car got totalled. He lost his job soon after. His right hand shakes sometimes. His wife died. His daughter lost her hearing. Roosevelt lost everything. The only upside to Fortune’s deafness is she can’t hear when Roosevelt sobs himself to sleep. The liquor stopped working. The smokes are simply required now. There’s long road ahead  of him to getting anywhere near ‘ok’. Not that he thinks he’ll make it.