#intro.bh

[guiltsweptarc]

WE'RE  MAKING  OUT  INSIDE  CRASHED  CARS  /  WE'RE  SLEEPING  THROUGH  ALL  OUR  MEMORIES  /  I  USED  TO  WASTE  MY  TIME  DREAMING  OF  BEING  ALIVE  /  (  NOW  I  ONLY  WASTE  IT  DREAMING  OF  YOU  )  —  MEET  BABE  MORI.

...content warnings for... parental & familial death, mentions of a car accident, night terrors, stalking, harassment, implied gun violence, and drugs.

profile.

full name — paloma mori.

nickname(s) — babe! that chick over there. friend :)

place of birth — blue harbor, illinois.

date of birth & age — august 13th, 1997. twenty7.

gender / pronouns — demi woman, she / they.

sexuality — bisexual.

occupation — stripper at tba. amateur taxidermist. scene queen. professional raver. PLUR princess.

astrology — leo sun, leo moon, leo rising.

residence — her family's apartment above their beer & noodle shop in cardinal hill. the apartment is a mix of fratboyisms ( liquor bottles as decor, beer boxes as wallpaper, led strip lights half - falling off the walls ) and babe's... everything ( random crystals and band posters, cheetah print, loose plastic beads in every corner because none of them vacuum enough... so many taxidermy projects ).

interests — stick and poke tattoos; giving and receiving. edm. "scenecore". bright, neon colors. never washing her eyeliner off. pop punk. whiny vocals. nostalgic cartoons. fun and silly taxidermy. cooking for her friends; cooking as a release. dancing, in all forms. candy. glittery stickers. cheetah print. sex and love, and sex without love. skateboarding. reacting impulsively. demonias. fishnets. graffiti and vandalism. adrenaline rushes and cheap thrills. doing what she's told not to do. living her best life even if it's doomed. beer. her grandfather's recipes. mdma. loud, crunchy, static.

aversions — admitting that she has a god complex. taking responsibility for her actions. the way she can't stop when she cries. being dismissed. not being adored and loved. being alone for too long; long periods of silence. people who take themselves too seriously. being shamed. taking her medication. sleeping; her night terrors. thunderstorms, though she says she loves them. muted colors. art museums. bras. when she's not the one to end the relationship. being confronted with the truth, or reality.

quirks — falls in love and/or lust too easily, and will spend weeks fantasizing and obsessing over one person at a time. never lasts long in relationships except for one that's constantly on the frays. has no volume control in public and speaks without thinking. can be insensitive at times. loves convincing others to get matching tattoos with her. kicks in her sleep ( when it occurs ). always says she can handle her liquor but is always the first one drunk. is minorly allergic to alcohol but it will not stop her.

most played — IN MY MOUTH by black dresses.

notable features — straight black bangs and even straighter hair that's always tangled in the wind. a collection of glitter that never leaves her face. a few lovingly placed beauty marks and a full bottom lip that's always bitten raw.

general disposition — electric, energetic; a nonstop force until she's simply not.

character study — ilana wexler ( broad city ) & juliet starling ( lollipop chainsaw ).

background.

parental death / car accident; she's raised by her maternal grandfather and uncle, smack dab between her two brothers - their parents died in a car crash when her younger brother was just a baby, babe still too young to remember them much, or the accident that took place.

they live in a small apartment atop their grandfather's restaurant - a small noodle & beer shop that welds just enough profit for them to get by.

has been called babe her entire life - sometimes her grandfather says its because after her older brother had watched the movie of the same name, he thought she looked so pink and pig - like.

night terrors; is diagnosed with night terrors at a very young age - her cries and screams wake their household nightly, tiny limbs thrashing about like undergoing an exorcism. every night, on repeat - again and again. sleep paralysis becomes common - strange figures always lurking in her doorway, fingers curling over her doorframe - insomnia after that, because babe can no longer stand to sleep.

as a kid there's only so many explanations to her diagnosis - none feel right, a girl always in denial - settles on the belief that maybe she's a medium. that maybe what she sees are just spirits reaching out for her - wanting her help. she's so young, her family just thinks she'll grow out of the belief - but she never does. it's better than acknowledging the truth - of the deaths she's tethered to.

grows up the weird girl - the girl who talks to nothing, the girl who says she's really seen bloody mary in the mirror - the girl who's always bruised from taking a fall from her skateboard, over and over again - the girl who never learns. the girl who set the robotics club room on fire, and was banned from competitions from there on. always plenty smart - but terrible at utilizing it.

death; her grandfather dies shortly after babe's high school graduation - and college seems like a distant memory. she'd been serious about it, once - but now she needs to help out where she can. her uncle's taking over the restaurant with her oldest brother in tow - her youngest already picking up jobs when he should be studying. babe hates to see them struggle - hates how palpable the grief is in the air, how thick it is - how she can barely breathe.

she gets a job at the strip club as a dancer - she's young and charismatic, muscle built from years of roughhousing - it reels in plenty money, enough to help out her household and have some leftover. she picks up taxidermy classes, because college still seems so far away - babe knows how to move forward, but not how to pick up the pieces and continue where she's left off - dozens of projects left half - finished, plenty of relationships dropped without warning. the only constants are her best friend since diapers, practically, and the boyfriend she breaks up with, but never truly leaves. she's known him for so long - it feels impossible to ever really part.

stalking / harassment / gun violence; years later - babe's a known face at the club with a plethora of regulars, customers who adore not just her body, but her personality, who respect her - who pay her plenty. a new customer begins to get a bit too - affectionate towards babe. too close, too interested. the club's good about discomfort - and he's escorted off premises after he tries to follow her into the dressing rooms. it doesn't end after that - an obsession that carries outside of the club, that follows her - he follows her, to and 'fro - the police useless, because he hasn't touched her - and when her oldest brother finds out, he decides to take matters into his own hands. the man doesn't die - but he comes close to it, and when the police come knocking this time 'round - it's babe's uncle who steps up; who confesses to the crime. a crime he hasn't committed - but will protect his family from.

it's been a year since then; her oldest brother's taken over their family's restaurant - and the guilt swallows babe daily. she's only semi - recently gone back to work, much to the protest of her brothers; her oldest brother still upset about her decision, and still not talking to her.

facts & temperaments.

has unironically called herself an empath and in her defense she sort of is. feels emotions so so deeply that they hurt. a big crier, can't help it. tends to let them get the best of her - an irrational thinker who always jumps to conclusions, whether it's about you loving or hating her.

a little performative, dramatic - feels like she needs to be, like if she's not a caricature of sunshine then she's just the girl with a should - be - dead stalker and an incarcerated uncle. the girl with the dead animals, and the profuse swearing of mediumship.

a big - time partier, a known raver; self - proclaimed scene queen. always wearing rave attire, even in the cold - loves big, bold colors, the more neon the better, her arms consistently covered in kandi that she gives out like candy to her most favorite people of the week, sometimes the hour.

drugs; big big big on psychedelics and like. party drugs. loves poppers. will never admit that she has a problem - thinks she can always just reel it in.

has probably said rawr :3 in the past 24 hours.

loud and bold and talkative - isn't afraid to point out things that others may not; doesn't get the hint when to shut up. a bit of a blabbermouth, but she can't help it.

needs to be validated often that she's still liked and loved and adored, it's a bit of a problem. tends to latch onto others and form the occasional obsessive attachment. it's no big deal. sometimes it lasts for days, sometimes months. she finds most people interesting, and sometimes the most random things draw her in. thinks there's more beneath every person and she wants to know Every Layer.

a little hypersexual - a coping mechanism to deal with. Everything. but also just loves love! will also get incredibly jealous at times, but it's almost as a joke? but only babe finds it funny, and only after everyone's like babe wtf? then she's like omg jk haha im not that possessive :3 (kind of is)

once again, a big crier - at minor inconveniences, at sad movies, at misunderstandings; even when angry, it's just more tears. purposefully wears mascara that runs for the aesthetic. has probably never taken her eyeliner off.

big on adrenaline - seeking and cheap thrills. loves the idea of overcoming danger. believes in ghosts and cryptids and probably wants to fuck mothman, experiences medium revelations like several times a day.

has several tattoos that are just the @'s of people she's fucked whether it's their instagram or twitch or what. she thinks it's funny. and it's like, girl? kind of matches how her shitty little honda civic that's always falling apart is covered in bumper stickers on the outside and like. actual stickers on the inside. like she's just vomited lisa frank.

downs several monsters or various other energy drinks a day. aforementioned car's floor is littered with the crushed cans and general. gross shit ngl. we love her though.<3

[alecflynnarchive]

basics.

full name — Alec Bodhi Flynn

faceclaim — Nick Robinson

gender & pronouns — cis man, he/him

age — 28

birthday — 8/23/1996

sexuality — disaster bi

occupation — bartender at The Pour House

neighborhood — transient (living in a van), but mostly stationed around Forest Lake

length of time in blue harbor — all his life, with occasional bouts of traveling throughout

tldr. tw: mental illness, drugs, alcohol, child neglect (full bio can be found at the bottom of the intro)

alec is a blue harbor native. he's been cutting it up in these streets since day one. his mother suffers from manic episodes and would often leave him alone for days on end and go cause havoc around town. so locals probably know the name 'daisy flynn' and they probably don't get warm and fuzzies when they hear it. his dad is totally unknown to him

with the freedom of having absolutely zero structure growing up, alec fell into partying. he taught himself how to play the guitar, and as he got older, he used that to his advantage. he started a band, was surprisingly good at writing songs— the only time anyone caught a glimpse of emotional depth— and settled into his role as the heartbreaker

alec really thought the glory of high school would last forever, even going as far as buying a van with the intention of touring for the summer between junior and senior year and every summer after that. only, he never clued his bandmates into those plans and they actually had parents that gave a shit, so instead, he turned it into his home. eventually, inevitably, they were evicted from their apartment when his mom went off the deep end for a little too long, so he sort of had no choice

for all of senior year, alec lived alone in his van that he lovingly named ole bessy. it was about halfway through the year that he realized people were making plans outside of blue harbor. college, jobs, settling anywhere that wasn't here. but alec liked here, and he didn't really understand everyone being so hellbent on leaving

abandonment issues settled in and alec sort of became a nomad. once he graduated from high school (somehow??? like, good for him, but i genuinely don't understand how he did it) he left blue harbor to travel in his van. he played shows, settled in places for just long enough to start to feel those attachments grow and then he'd take off again

he'd roll back into town from time to time, but when he inevitably messed up, he'd leave again, coming back only when enough time had allowed to dust to settle. and the cycle has repeated itself now for years

headcanons.

alec has undiagnosed dyscalculia. he doesn’t realize that numbers don’t jumble around in everyone’s heads the way they do his. it makes him feel stupid, so he tries to avoid math situations, or anything that has anything to do with numbers.

alec can be very self-absorbed. it’s not because he’s a dick, it’s just because he’s always too aware of himself to see things from any other perspective. he’s covered up his need to be loved and accepted by fooling himself into believing everyone loves him the way he loves everyone else. it’s a fun line to walk.

because alec largely had to parent himself, there are a lot of things he misses that should be obvious, but just aren't. he genuinely doesn't ever go out of his way to hurt anyone's feelings, but he definitely has left a string of heartbreak in his wake. he just doesn't know how to let people in, he doesn't understand that his inability to love isn't the same for everyone else. he just expects that people feel the way he does about things.

he writes really good fuckin' songs. you would never know he is the same person listening to his songs versus meeting him in real life, but it stems from the fact that he never learned how to deal with or regulate his emotions, so he channels it into his song writing

alec is a very physically affectionate guy. his love language is physical touch so it's not weird or out of the ordinary for alec to be touchy.

wanted connections.

childhood friends - some that he still keeps in touch with, maybe some that are starting to get tired of his shit. maybe some that have been tired of his shit for a while

bandmates - new or old. he's been back in town for a little while now, so he's had time to get the band back together (or welcome new people into it)

best friend - someone who understands him in a way that other people really don't. they might be hurt when he leaves, but they know that he'll come back and they know why he is the way he is. it's complicated but they'll always have his back

exes - alec is not known for his faithfulness or for being a good boyfriend. these would have likely ended badly and they wouldn't have gone on for very long. or maybe a few ended up friends. who knows

hook ups - a guy has needs. and those needs don't need strings. it can be complicated with unrequited feelings or it can just be a casual thing that just scratches an itch for both parties

antagonistic - enemies alec has made, people that liken him to his mom who is still around causing trouble, people that feel he's done them dirty. maybe past employers he's left high and dry. people he owes money to. anything!

honestly, up for ANYTHING. might add more as they come to me, but let's just throw stuff at the wall and see what sticks.

full bio.

Alec Flynn was born a free spirit. As a child, he was always questioning everything: who decided we have to go to school five days a week? Why is ‘because I said so’ an acceptable answer? Why do we have to wear shoes? We’re inside! (Alec was regularly in trouble in school for taking off his shoes). For a minute, he tried the Scouts thing, but ultimately it wasn’t meant to last. He didn’t do well with structure or a chain of command. He constantly questioned authority and pushed his limits as far as they would go and then some. He’d say he quit, but it was, at the very least, a mutual parting of ways. It was probably for the best, though. Being raised by a single mother who followed her every whim and regularly left her too-young son alone, sometimes for days on end, while she ran off with a new boyfriend or chased a new high meant that money was so tight it was basically non-existent. Just like the father he never knew. God forbid they spent any of that money on him.

He found his stride a little more once he hit high school. Being musically inclined since he could talk suddenly seemed a lot more interesting to his peers once puberty hit. Alec loved the attention and he leaned fully in. He started a band with a few friends. People knew him. And for the first time in his life, he felt seen. That kind of feeling went to his head. He was a serial dater, the heartbreaker, and he really fell into the party scene. With his friends at his side, he felt unstoppable, untouchable. The band found its groove and they owned the school. Or, at least, in Alec’s mind, they did. 

The insecurities began to creep in around the middle of senior year. He’d never been much of a planner, content to only acknowledge what was right in front of his face at any given moment. But Alec began to realize, as everyone finalized their college and future plans, that he’d never really given it any thought. He liked what he did and what he had here, so why change it? But in the back of his mind, it did cause panic, listening to everyone plan to leave Blue Harbor behind. 

Leave him behind.

Alec grew a little more reckless after that. He partied harder, he wrote songs with a frantic edge. He thought maybe if he could just get lost in the life, it would never abandon him. But in the end, he watched people he adored and people that adored him scatter to the wind after graduation. 

On a whim, he’d purchased a van with money he’d managed to scrape together. It was an absolute piece of shit, but it was his piece of shit. It’s original intention was to go on tour— a notion he’d had but hadn’t clued his bandmates in on until after he’d already bought it— but when he was slapped with an eviction notice after his mom had been gone on a bender for weeks, it became home. 

For years, Alec did his best to outrun the bad feelings. Abandonment issues, who? Alec was simply a free spirit. It was in his DNA after all. His mother had never been able to stay in one place, and with a home on wheels, why shouldn’t he do the same? 

So it became something of a routine. He’d roll back into town after staying gone long enough to be missed, for whatever misdeeds he’d released on Blue Harbor to be forgotten or at the very least swept under the rug. And then, when he inevitably messed up, he’d go again to start the process over once more. It kept him safe and it kept others safe from him. That was a lesson he’d learned from his mother who had become something of a fixture on the streets in Weaver Ridge, becoming the town’s burden instead of just his. 

He’d like to stop running. Of course he would. But everything catches up to you when you stop moving. And he’s not ready to face those things just yet.

[theodoranowak]

FULL NAME — Theodora "Theo" Nowak.

NICKNAMES — Theo, Teddy (exclusive to the closest people in her life).

FACECLAIM — Crystal Reed.

GENDER & PRONOUNS — Cis woman, she/her/hers.

SEXUALITY — Bisexual.

AGE — 37.

BIRTHDAY — 02/06/1987.

OCCUPATION — Family Law Attorney at The Weissberg Law Firm & owner of Nowak Equestrian Center.

NEIGHBORHOOD — Oak Gardens.

LENGTH OF TIME IN BLUE HARBOR — New in town.

BIOGRAPHY.

Theodora Nowak, a 37-year-old New Yorker with a fierce drive and no-nonsense attitude, has recently relocated to Blue Harbor, Illinois. Hailing from the prominent millionaire Nowak family — as old money as they come — Theodora has always been determined to carve out her own path, unclouded by her influential surname. Despite her hard-headed nature, she secretly harbors a romantic heart, a contradiction that defines much of her personal and professional journey. Growing up in the bustling and high-stakes environment of New York City, Theodora thrived on the challenges and opportunities presented to her. She pursued a successful career in law, working tirelessly at her family's prestigious firm. However, despite her relentless dedication and impressive achievements, she was repeatedly passed over for a partnership, an oversight that felt especially personal given her familial ties. Frustrated and disillusioned, Theodora hatched a plan — a year to get her affairs in order, before she finally quit and moved away from the stress of her life in the city. She picked Blue Harbor for its relative anonymity and the fantastic reputation of its family and estate law firm. Despite having her eye on a new job, she still seeked a new purpose and a place to nurture her passions. Theodora remotely planned and constructed an equestrian center in Blue Harbor under her family name with her money, taking care of all the ins and outs from New York. This venture now allows her to indulge in her love for horses and provides a tranquil escape from the pressures of her professional life. She can only hope it becomes a vibrant part of the community, while creating jobs for horse caretakers, riding teachers, and other necessary staff. It will hopefully serve as a sanctuary for Theodora in a strange place, where she can ride her horses and find peace amidst the natural beauty of the area. After all was said and done, she finally made the bold decision to leave the comfort and prestige of her family's firm and accepted a position at The Weissberg Law Firm in Blue Harbor. In her new role, Theodora brings the same intensity and commitment that marked her career in New York. She is known for her sharp mind and unyielding standards, earning the respect of her colleagues and clients alike. Yet, behind her professional exterior, Theodora nurtures a love for reading and art, finding solace and inspiration in these quieter pursuits. She channels her introspective side through a secret blog, where she anonymously chronicles her life and thoughts, offering an unfiltered glimpse into her experiences without the weight of her identity. Theodora's move to Blue Harbor is also an effort to distance herself from the lingering pain of a deep personal betrayal. She once shared a profound and passionate relationship with Samuel Harrison, a man she believed she would marry. Their connection was a rare respite from the pressures of her lineage, and Samuel was the one person who truly understood her. However, without warning, Samuel left her, disappearing from her life and leaving her heartbroken and adrift. For years, Theodora struggled to reach him, but her efforts were met with silence. The heartbreak lingered, and although she has begun to move on, the anger and resentment towards Samuel remain. In Blue Harbor, Theodora finds a space to rebuild and redefine herself. The slower pace and supportive community provide a stark contrast to the relentless demands of New York. She is learning to balance her fierce ambition with her softer, romantic inclinations, slowly opening herself up to new possibilities. Her secret blog continues to be a refuge, a place where she can explore her emotions and reflect on her journey without the constraints of her public persona.

[alrecdygone]

❝ the people you love become ghosts inside of you ❞

Age: 37

Gender identification: Cis male, he/him

Residential area: Forest Lake

Occupation: Novelist

Two positive traits: Charismatic, adventurous, & imaginative

Two negative traits: Cynical, foolhardy, & aloof

Length of time in Blue Harbor: A few months

Faceclaim: Casey Deidrick

faded jeans and a leather messenger bag hanging from his shoulder, living on coffee and daydreams, a fondness for snapping photos on his iphone, books scattered everywhere around the house, a phone permanently on vibrate, and a beard that hides the weariness his eyes cannot

illness tw, death tw, cancer tw, cancer treatment tw

Born and raised in New York, Samuel Harrison grew up in an environment that cultivated and promoted creativity— it was all surrounding. Artists of varying mediums seemed to snatch his attention wherever he went. If and when he was asked in his youth what he wanted to be when he grew into adulthood, the answers that sprang forth were photographer, filmmaker, and painter among others. Samuel’s mother was so pleased by his propensity toward the arts that from childhood he’d become her date to new curators at museums and galleries and they would talk into the late hours of the night about what they had experienced. Sometimes doing further research kept Samuel awake long past bedtime and exhausted when the next school day would come around. Eventually his father intervened and laid out some rules on Samuel’s outings with his mother, with him overhearing accusations that his mother was forcing him into her passions rather than giving him room to find his own.

This only made way for Samuel’s father to push him into sports. In junior high school and high school he dabbled in just about every sport— his father was desperate to find something that stuck. They weren’t a wealthy family, the Harrisons, and with university tuition looming in the near future Samuel’s father was looking for what would help and not bankrupt the family. Especially since there were two younger siblings to think about following Samuel. His grades were outstanding yet not a promise for an academic scholarship. A football championship and All-State titles were what brought in the full ride to Yale University. There, Samuel had his goals set on a Masters of Fine Arts in photography, thinking his future would be traveling around the world with a lens in front of him. 

As much as he loved the arts and longed to be involved in that community, Samuel stumbled into writing by way of a couple of journalism and creative writing classes. What compelled him to pursue a degree and future career in writing was his lack of confidence in his abilities. By university age Samuel had felt he knew his way around the world of art, it wasn’t a challenge for him— the football field and crafting a great story was. Eventually he graduated with honors, carrying two Masters and ready to take on the world. A move back to his home state of New York, this time in the city, set him on track for getting work at just about any publication. There was a charm and intelligence about Samuel that schmoozed people, but as hard as he tried, a career in journalism didn’t quite work out.

Only a year free from university Samuel had published his first book. It wasn’t a novel, although he was working hard on the development of his first, but a collection of essays. The subject matter, the style, and craft of language earned Samuel lots of praise. By the time his first novel was released the following year his reputation had given him an easy ride to the best seller’s list with the New York Times. Looking back years later, Samuel would readily admit that the first two novels in his detective series weren’t that great. He’d garnered a following and some fame in the book community along with positive reviews from critics. As things were going well; Samuel was able to afford a good lifestyle and support his family, champion his younger siblings as they embarked on their adult lives, and he found himself in a relationship with an artist that he wanted to fully commit to. 

The relationship and the depth of love he’d fallen into for her had felt much different— better, stronger, more secure— than any relationship he’d had before. They moved in together and Samuel considered that this might be it, that his coupling with her could lead to marriage and children. A family. The steady rise, not one without trials and complications, couldn’t last forever it seemed. The dark material in his novels ate away at him at times, at least when he was pushing at the keys of his laptop. And then one day his father called him and said he needed to come home. Samuel’s mother had fallen ill, into a coma with a doctor’s prognosis of a 45% survival rate. It wasn’t what sent him running without a word from the life he had built up— there was a darkness creeping up on him, the high possibility of losing his mother, and then a phone call that sent a chill down his spine. The words “we need to talk” echoing in his head.

A lover from the past, a relationship that ended nearly a year before Samuel got involved with his then girlfriend, had tracked him down and given him the news that she’d had his child. He was in the city, in the backseat of a taxi when he’d answered the call and on his way to the hospital where his mother was lying hooked up to machines that she couldn’t breathe without. A panicked moment from the heart sent Samuel to the airport instead, putting off a phone call to his girlfriend and to his family. At first the intention was to call when he arrived in California, but then he had gotten swept away with meeting his son and finding out how it was possible. The main question: why now? Why after five years was he only finding out? Time slipped away, then it turned out that his ex and alleged mother of his child was sick. She had treatments to go through and wanted to make sure that her son was looked after and cared for.

Time kept slipping away, and then it had been too much distance and absence. Too much silence. Samuel had lost his mother while he was west taking care of a child and a dying woman, leaving guilt to eat away at him for not being home. For not having been by his mother’s side. For not having said goodbye. While he kept feeling as though he was losing everything around him, Samuel tossed himself into another novel. It put him back on top and returned him to audiences that hadn’t heard anything from him in a couple of years. Some of his stories were being optioned and purchased for film and television. None of it filled the void that had begun opening up inside of him. It was in the will of his ex that he found that he was not actually the father of the boy he’d spent four years fathering while she’d fought through chemo treatments. There was a letter of apology but with her saying she did what she had to do. She wanted to make sure her child was cared for when she knew she’d be gone.

The boy’s family was in Illinois and they were fighting for Ben’s custody, so Samuel moved them east to Blue Harbor so Ben could be with his family. He wasn’t fighting what they wanted but when the boy had asked him to stay, wanting him close because he was all the love and care he’d known outside of his mother, Samuel couldn’t say no and unpacked his bags and boxes with the plan to stay as long as Ben needed him there.

potential connections:

agent — perhaps one of the people he owes quite a lot to when it comes to his career and success in the book business. not only did his agent get him a great book deal but they always look after sam and his best interest. even when his life took turns and he wasn't churning out novels at a regular interval.

publisher — could be fun to play around with someone that maybe is in his corner and understands the ups and downs of life but also pressures him a bit because the business is just that, a business, and they want to make a return and money on their investments so they bug sam about his next book and whatnot.

the ex almost fiancé — before sam's life took a wild turn to the left and went completely upside down on him, he and her were together long term. we're talking living together and in a good, stable relationship with him ready to pop the question sometime soon. then he just disappeared before the future they had going really ever got to happen. this would require some dedicated plotting and i do have lots of headcanons about this one! lots of good drama and angst here.

also down for the usuals! neighbors, new york friends, uni friends, parent friends, anyone involved in the publication industry, one night stands, flings, bad dates, etc.

[graysonheller]

BEST WAY NOT TO GET YOUR HEART BROKEN? PRETEND YOU DON'T HAVE ONE.

Name: Grayson Heller

Nickname: Gray, Hellion

Gender & Pronouns: Cis man & he/him

Age: 31

Occupation: Criminal defense attorney at Heller & Co

Origins: Blue Harbor, IL (left for 6 years, returned 7 years ago)

Neighborhood: Oak Gardens

Relationship status: single (for everyone's benefit)

SUMMARY: The son of Cameron Heller, predestined to follow in the Harvard man's path, he quickly became a disappointment because no one can be perfect. Grayson tried and tried again and never seemed to measure up as the bar kept moving whenever he got close or reached for it. He lost his mother too young and was stifled in a house with a father that just never seemed to like him, whether he did what was expected of him or not. Even if they appeared calm on the surface, Gray and Cameron were always at each other's throats. Instead of going to Harvard he put up a middle finger to his father and went to Northwestern in Chicago, his mother's alma mater. Still, he went for law school rather than anything he actually wanted to do because there was always an insatiable need to gain his father's approval and acceptance. To be good enough. That pursuit drove him to substances that would only further break him. After an incident that drove him into the arms of sobriety, Gray came home to Blue Harbor and began working at his father's firm. Hating every minute of it yet never walking away.

BIOGRAPHY

trigger warnings — lung disease, drug and alcohol abuse, death

In some ways being born in Blue Harbor the only son of a Harvard man who'd started his own law firm meant that Grayson really only had one path for himself in life. It was one that he would fight against just about every step of the way. He would fight against the expectations and the reputation that had been bearing down on his shoulders to live up to from birth. From the time Grayson started school he was destined for Harvard and his father, Cameron Heller, mapped out his entire schooling from elementary to graduating high school for the means of making Gray the best candidate possible to also become a Harvard alumni.

It wasn't until Grayson had left Blue Harbor that he was able to break away from his father's pressure and instead followed into the university that his mother had gone to. Northwestern University in Chicago. That move had created a huge rift between father and son and the aftermath of their fallout was cause for Grayson to really lose himself in anything that alleviated the pain of being called a failure to the family name. Many ugly things had been said those fights, but what had hurt most of all was his father using his late mother against him. Saying that she would be so disappointed in the person he'd become.

When he'd been around eight years old his mother had been diagnosed with a lung condition, and it had progressed quickly. It diminished her last few years, the quality of life lessening until the point of her not being able to leave the house or hardly move around because she couldn't breathe with any exertion. Grayson couldn't forget that his father still spent most of his time working away, building his law firm and racking up clients, rather than be there and be supportive through his mother's last bits of time. Even worse that after she'd passed away his father used that weakness against him any chance he could get in an argument. It was a manipulation that worked for years until it didn't.

The time spent in Chicago was full of bad decisions. Drugs, drink, and pure debauchery. Often times he'd gotten in trouble. Sometimes he was forced to spend the night in the drunk tank at the local PD, other times there were actual charges against him for property damage and such things that his father had to make go away, and then there was nearly getting kicked out of school. What kind of turned it around for him had been a connection with a friend turned sober buddy. Some lines of their friendship had been blurred but it'd never really been discussed beyond agreeing it was just a physical thing. They'd nearly lost a friend to a DUI incident and it had been a wake up call, sending Grayson grumpily into sobriety.

Part of that journey had been about making amends with the past, and that forced Grayson to try and reconnect with his father. He left Chicago and came back to Blue Harbor. Passed the bar after law school and took up a position in his father's firm. The problem was that Grayson was falling right back into the order of pleasing his old man rather than doing for himself. That only put pressure on his sobriety because it made him incredibly unhappy, and thus the fighting with his father began all over again. Grayson can't let go of the past, tormented by watching his mother die on his own and then never being anything acceptable to his father. He takes on criminal cases and engaged in things he knows his father wouldn't approve of. Quiet but loud rebellions while fielding his father's taunts of falling right back into destruction.

[jacklynchh]

BASICS

Full Name: Jack Harper Lynch

Age & D.O.B: 39, Jan. 4th 1985

Gender & Pronouns: Cis man, he/him

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Relationship Status: Dating Rory Anderson

Occupation: Gardener

Hometown: Burlington, Vermont

Time in Blue Harbor: April 2024 - Present

Neighborhood: Forest Lake

Faceclaim: Tom Hardy

PERSONALITY & MISC.

+ traits: Empathetic, loyal, passionate

- traits: Disorganised short-tempered, self-critical

Likes: Quiet places, motorcycles, plants, cold beers, cherry pies, the smell of bonfire smoke, long baths, historical novels, old movies, 80s dad rock, vera lynn, the sound of rain on glass

Dislikes: Cilantro, being the centre of attention, running, change, sales people trying talking to him at the store, getting trapped in small talk, hospitals

Hobbies: Botany, whittling, reading, camping, hiking

Habits: Smoking, picking at the hems of his sleeves when he's nervous or stressed, frowning when he's thinking, chewing his lip

Allergies: Kiwi, shellfish

BIO TD;LR:

trigger warnings: cancer, spousal death, depression

Grew up in Burlington, Vermont.

Quiet kid who struggled with social interactions.

New neighbours moved in when he was 12. Their daughter, Grace, was in his grade and the two of them became fast friends.

When Grace moved to Massachusetts for college he moved with her, though he didn't yet know what he wanted to do with his life.

Realised he was in love with Grace. Didn't tell her because he was afraid of holding her back.

In the end she was the one who made the first move, taking him by complete surprise.

Went to community college, then transferred to a four year to study botany.

He and Grace got married at 30 after a long engagement.

Started his own gardening business.

At 34, Grace was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. She passed away in 2022 after a long battle.

Fell into a depression and pretty much gave up.

Finally started to snap out of it. Moved to Blue Harbor in 2024, hoping for a fresh start.

[quinweisz]

Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons.

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NAME:  quintana ruth weisz NICKNAME(S):  quin, quinnie, q LABEL:  the rubber tramp AGE/BIRTHDAY:  41/january 22 BIRTHPLACE:  chicago, il NEIGHBORHOOD:  weaver ridge GENDER IDENTITY: cis woman, she/her SEXUALITY: homosexual ETHNICITY:  hungarian-jewish FACE CLAIM:  natasha lyonne TLDR ; ( tw death, tw drug mention ) Quin's dad and grandma moved her from the South Side of Chicago to Blue Harbor at sixteen in hopes that it would turn her around. It worked-- marginally. She managed to graduate from high school, started dating Eli, maintained a steady job at the Assembly Depot. She got into drugs after Grams died-- Dad and Quin both stealing her pain meds until they ran out. When Eli and his band left Blue Harbor, so did Quintana-- she went to Chicago, Nebraska, Wisconsin, Texas, Florida-- everywhere, basically, chasing a hit or outrunning the cops. When she washed up in New York with her girlfriend, things went from bad to worse. Long story short: she got busted for some laced drugs. Somebody died. Quin spent the next five years at Bedford Hills Correctional until some hotshot lawyer got her charges dropped (a favor for Terry). Now, she's bouncing from Chicago back to Blue Harbor-- mostly in search of a job. Turns out ex-con isn't an attractive quality for some employers!

[isabelguzman]

INTRODUCING...

full name — isabel guzman

faceclaim — camila mendes

gender & pronouns —cis woman, she/her

age — 27

birthday — february 14th, 1997

occupation — lawyer at weissberg law firm

neighborhood — Deer Park

length of time in blue harbor — was born and raised here but has been in and out of town until officially moving back a little over a year ago.

biography.

isabel is the one and only child in the guzman family.

her father was a politician and her mother was a blue harbor's high school principal.

it meant she barely had enough space to breathe growing up, she was meant to be the smartest, the most cunning, and the most well behaved child in town.

her father carved a path for her from the moment she was born, wanting her to become a lawyer so every single guzman in blue harbor was a power house.

it was until high school when she started to come into herself a little more, her love for music started to outshine her love for academics. she joined a band, playing guitar along side lincoln welch.

the two of them became practically inseparable, their desire to get out of the small town and onto a bigger and brighter path was more important than whatever was happening at home.

once they graduated, they went their separate ways. she went to California to go to law school and get out of her parents grasp.

she mainly lived in LA but would travel around every weekend to get a sense of the area, enjoying the freedom and the way she was able to do whatever she wanted without someone breathing down her neck at all times.

one day she ran right back into lincoln welch and the two of them created the band once again but this time a little fame came with it.

she relished in the attention because she was doing something she was passionate about and despite the numerous of phone calls from her parents, begging her to stop trying to life a pipe dream, she continued.

at least until lincoln was called away back to blue harbor, leaving her to focus on the law degree instead.

once she graduated, she went home to blue harbor and before she could really work up the nerve to find lincoln and ask if he would consider getting the band back together.

she met a woman, a woman who somehow provided her everything she wanted in the matter of months.

a love that felt so secure, so passionate, only to find out nilay was in love with someone else.

it was more rejection than anger that settled in her but she wasn't able to talk to her after the break up, not wanting to face the music.

so, now she settles in her job at the law firm and is now wondering if she can convince lincoln to start their band up once again.