upright meaning leadership, authority, power, and stability. reversed meaning exhibiting rigid or overly authoritative behavior, may lack control and direction.
𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗌
name: romeo gael paez-cooper
nicknames: romy
birthdate: february 25th
height: 6ft 3in
look: muscular, clean shaven, tall and broad, put together
distinguishing features: pierced ears (to match benji), lightly scarred hands, freckles dusted over nose and cheeks, very sharp canines
sexuality: openly bisexual, probably more accurately demisexual
education: bachelor in biomedical science. in medical school (year 3)
languages: english, spanish, & portuguese
𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒
tv tropes: jerk jock, love redeems, big man on campus, broken ace, sins of the father, rousseau was right, not good with rejection, green-eyed monster, desperately craves affection, break the haughty, i just want to be loved, my god, what have i done?, anti-villain, it's all about me, always someone better
inspired by: nathan scott (one tree hill), art donaldson & patrick zweig (challengers), jackie taylor (yellowjackets), isaac lahey (teen wolf), charles macauly (the secret history), mark sloan (grey's anatomy), tony stark (marvel), pacifica northwest (gravity falls)
aesthetics: this isn't my dream it's yours dad, rotting from the inside out, being consumed by obsession, tending to your own wounds, hatred comes easy for you, it's all you've ever known, hiding your naiveté with cruelty, never quite letting go
𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍
full bio here
headcanons / quickfire facts
yes, a major jerkass. super condescending and fake, it's the only way he was socialized to talk ! very few people get him extremely genuine and chill. he's usually putting on some sort of prom king bravado.
despite what his recent years of sluttiness might indicate, actually extremely naive and romantic. romy only ever wanted to be with one person in his life, and yes, he genuinely in his heart believed that was possible.
he's allergic to avocado and apples (and so is benji!) so don't give them to him or you'll fucking die
serious anger issues but couldn't hurt a fly. literally i don't think he could kill a fly. only feels okay with inflicting violence on the field or the rink. idk though let's see if the plot of this rp gets him in a fight.
terrible with feelings and vulnerability. he wasn't raised in the most emotional or vulnerable household, so he just sort of gets uncomfortable around others' feelings. especially rough because he's a pisces and oh man does he feeeel
gameifies everything to cope. if it's just a game then it isn't real, if it's just a game then he can win. he's never lost anything, after all. he doesn't realize yet how much these games impact him, real or not.
okay yes he lives in his parents' pool house and it's fucking SICK okay, like it's a little small but his bed's up on a loft, he's got a sweet foosball table, everyone loves it !
he's actually serious about practicing medicine !!! he has his heart set on surgery and always has— he just had to pretend he considered law school (being on the high school debate team was evidence enough that he would hate being a lawyer. he was good at it, but arguments stress him the fuck out apparently. guess some guys can just dish it but not take it....)
KIRI LANE ✧ TWENTY4 ✧ DEMIGIRL ✧ SHE/THEY ✧ THE HERMIT
upright meaning : introspective, seeking solitude & deeper understanding. reversed meaning : isolation, loneliness, or stuck in excessive introspection.
STATISTICS ...
name. kiri su lane. nicknames. none. call her kiki or riri if you wanna die. gender. demigirl. pronouns. she/they ( gendered words are okay too ). age. twenty4. birthday. february 14. orientation. bisexual. ethnicity. mixed polynesian, chinese & white. hometown. didn't have one; grew up traveling with her mother for the first 10 years of her life. living in. wrensted. occupation. laundromat attendant, summer library volunteer, online art seller for her mom. education. graduated high school with average grades. languages. fluent english, intermediate te reo maori, very beginner mandarin. religion. agnostic, pretends to believe in ghosts.
mother. maia lane, bohemian painter with problems being alone, alive. father. irrelevant, not in the picture, may as well be dead. siblings. only child. pets. a pet stag beetle named brock. roommates. tristan mei. love interests. benji reyes ( stupid pathetic failed romance that she hates herself for every day of her goddamn life but hates him for even more. )
face claim. courtney eaton. height. 5'10" build. beanpole-esque; appears shorter due to terrible posture and unassuming attire. eyes. rich, dark brown, sharing her mother's piercing gaze when focused on or angry with someone. hair. black, wavy, falling around her shoulders with choppy bangs covering her forehead; recently got a wolf cut-esque style from clementine. style. layered & tomboyish; knee-length shorts, oversized hoodies, pj pants, fun socks paired with doc martens ( i have an album of sims outfits for her here ). tattoos. none. piercings. ears but doesn't wear much jewelry. scars/marks. chest scar from getting into a minor car accident with her mom as a child. smells like. cigarette smoke, photo developer, tea tree oil shampoo & light coconut body wash.
astrology. aquarius sun, pisces moon, scorpio rising, pisces venus, aries mars. mbti. intp – the the logician. enneagram. 5w4 – the investigator. moral alignment. lawful neutral. temperament. melancholic. virtues. loyal, authentic, perceptive. flaws. mistrusting, moody, reclusive. likes. competitive games, mmos, long baths, taking naps, alt rock & metal music. dislikes. lies, inauthenticity in general, social plans, gossip, physical activity, people who invade her space. hobbies. gaming, photography, painting, people watching, reading, bass guitar. dreams. to live independently. fears. betrayal, abandonment, snakes. quirks. nail biter. inspirations. michelle "mj" jones-watson ( mcu spider-man ), rory gilmore ( gilmore girls ), daria morgendorffer ( daria ), megara ( hercules ), mia thermopolis ( the princess diaries ), futaba sakura ( persona 5 ), marianne sheridan ( normal people ).
allergies. pollen. diagnoses. seasonal affective disorder. blood type. o-negative. vices. smokes ( cigarettes & vape ); predisposed to alcohol addiction so doesn't drink; will sometimes smoke weed in the privacy of her home, but doesn't like being high in public.
BACKSTORY ...
trigger warnings : parental alcoholism & mental illness, physical and emotional abuse by a romantic partner ( witnessed ), drunk driving, cheating / an implied affair ( witnessed ), and bullying.
for as long as kiri can remember, it’s always just been her and her mom. sometimes there’d be a man in a place they’d pass through that would make them stop for a few months. he'd let them stay in his place instead of maia's crunchy, old camper, tell kiri his name and how he was going to be her dad one day, but after the third put his hands on her mom for smiling too sweetly at a delivery boy, she stopped believing them. it didn't stop them from coming though, and her mom's cycle of failed romances and upended lives would repeat for the first eleven years of kiri's life.
kiri didn’t mind the traveling. her mom was her best friend, so the days spent just the two of them were some of the happiest of her life. even when her mom would fall into “slumps” that kept her in bed for weeks at a time, forcing kiri to learn how to cook simple dinners as young as four and a half just to make sure her own mother wouldn’t starve ; or when they accidentally drove off the side of the road one night because maia insisted she was sober enough to get them out of town after yet another heated breakup. kiri’s chest was bleeding from a cut from her seatbelt, but it was her that comforted her mom out of her hysterics and got them to settle down for the night. to make up for these things, sometimes maia would make a good sale on one of her paintings, and the two would get to live like kings in a nice hotel for a week or two. they'd watch romcoms and chat late into the night on their shared king bed, giggling like a pair of school girls at a sleepover ( ironic, given kiri didn't go to school those days ). those moments were few and far between though.
moving to wrensted had been a sacrifice for maia. she was a creature of unpredictability ( read : untreated bipolar ), and the last time she had tried to settle down, aka when kiri was born, things didn't go over well. however, at a certain point it became clear that maia wasn't equipped to keep homeschooling her daughter. kiri was falling behind in everything except reading ( not much else for a little girl to do on the road ) and she was practically nonverbal with anyone who wasn't her mom. maia's lifestyle was stunting her daughter's growth, that much was obvious even to her. thus : a map presented to a twelve year old kiri, a randomly selected town, and off they were. the leaving part wasn't so hard, it was settling down that presented growing pains. for maia's part, she struggled with keeping down a job—a lump sum of cash for a sold painting here and there could get them by on the road, but it wasn't going to cover month-to-month rent—and being a serial monogamist who struggled with being alone didn't really fly in the eyes of small town folks. she developed a reputation, and her cheeky aloofness surrounding her past didn't really help. rumors spread, and those rumors would spark more rumors. people would call her a slut under their breath at the grocery store, a mess, and maia would brush it off like it didn't bother her, but her slumps grew longer and the manic turnarounds more intense.
on top of this change in her mother, kiri also had to deal with public school. bad news : she was behind enough that the decision to hold her back a grade had to be made. good news : it meant she got to start at the beginning of junior high rather than dropped into the middle of it not knowing anyone. bad news again : she didn't connect with anyone anyway. this wasn't completely everyone else's fault. sure, kids could be mean, especially to an outsider with a mom their moms had nothing good to say about. but it wasn't like kiri tried to connect with them either. she was happy enough in her own space with her own hobbies, felt no need to twist herself into pretzels or fit in the way other kids seemed to. of course, this only made other kids' opinions of her grow poorer, but it was fine. it genuinely did not matter to kiri.
amelia was one such kid who didn't like kiri's independent attitude. kiri, meanwhile, didn't like amelia's fake saccharine. it was a doomed pair from the start, with amelia playing an underhanded game of perpetuating rumors about kiri and kiri calling amelia fake right to her face. in an effort to help kiri make friends earlier on, maia enrolled her in the junior girl's soccer team, which kiri hated, not least of all because amelia was also on the team. in the end she was able to get out of it, but only because she got kicked from the team for bullying allegations after her and amelia kept kicking the ball at each other's heads. another incident involved a fourteen year old kiri wiggling her fingers and chanting gibberish at amelia in the middle of the hall as a "banishment spell" after amelia spread rumors that she and her mom were originally in a satanic cult. kiri didn't care about her reputation, but she was protective over her mother, and scaring the absolute piss out of amelia seemed a good way to get back at her. not only was she successful in her revenge, ten years later she would wonder if her fake banishment spell had had some truth to it. probably not, right ?
and so this was how life went for kiri and maia. kiri would be aloof and offputting to her peers while putting minimal effort into her schoolwork ( she slept in class more times than she didn't, though still got a's in lit because she did actually do the assigned reading ), then went home and enjoyed the delightful privacy of her own room. the only interruptions to this routine were her incident with strength, her antagonistic run ins with amelia, and, of course, her mom. they were still best friends, don't get me wrong, but that was also kind of the problem. growing older, kiri was able to recognize more and more of the issues in her upbringing : the codependency, the parentification, the things her mother told her that no child had any right knowing. well into her twenties it was still happening. at the end of the day, it was kiri who picked her mom up from the crooked crow after a call from the bartender. kiri who sold her mom's paintings online because maia refused to learn how to do it herself. kiri who made sure she was fed and washed and had a home that was clean and paid for. kiri who sat and listened to the grueling details of maia's current affair with mr. castro. and it was kiri who promised that she would never ever leave her, not even as wanderlust began to creep into her own bones. she would get her own place, sure ( some separation was still necessary ), but just as her mom had sacrificed her life for her, she would sacrifice her life for her mom's tenfold. it was only the two of them after all.
HEADCANONS ...
in many many many ways, kiri is the opposite of her mother, but the apple does not fall far from the tree when it comes to art. she started with grabbing her own kit of fingerpaints and a piece of paper whenever her mom would hole up in her “studio” ( a converted storage room maia was at times more on top of paying for than their actual home ). where her mom is more of a modern romantic, kiri’s style is expressionist, focusing on depicting the places and people she sees through her own abstract lens. she draws a lot of inspiration from edvard munch, max weber, and contemporary artist schmrgl. this style also spreads into what i would consider her true artistic passion : photography. i don’t personally know photography as well as i do fine art, but i think she loves a double exposure shot and purposeful blur — it's all about that dreamy vibe. candids are her go to but she also takes a lot of vulnerable self portraits that she will never ever show the world. animals also tend to pop up in her work, though she tries to use them as a way of representing other things and/or people. because she has multiple mediums at her disposal, i think she’ll do some multimedia editing to her photographs a la connie trevino or some of the artists here. sometimes but very, very rarely she’ll post her photography on tumblr, but most of her work is too personal for her to want to share it. she never shares her paintings, though that’s mostly because she doesn’t really like that she shares that interest with her mom. photography at least feels like it’s hers.
on good terms with the librarian, maude heming, and her family. whenever maia was with her boyfriend of the month or in one of her spirals, kiri would go pass time at the library ( shoutout to free internet and coolmathgames.com ). through this, maude became very familiar with kiri and how much of a mess her mom could be, ultimately giving her an extra key to the library for if she ever needed to get out of the house for a night. the house she and tristan are currently splitting also used to belong to maude's aunt who passed away. she offered it to kiri for dirt cheap after one of her kids noticed kiri was looking up places to live last time she was volunteering.
veryyy online, but specifically on sites like tumblr and youtube and, yes, even reddit. she's a blogger, she's a board lurker, she's spending her whole day watching video essays on fnaf lore. she watches youtube shorts over tiktoks but tiktoks get regurgitated everywhere so she's still aware of what's going on there generally ( i am not though so if she's stupid about something, that's just me ). she's gonna make references that would make a victorian child's head explode. one time she did a croaker/bethany rage-esque bit blog because she was bored. she unfortunately understands tumblr era cole sprouse. he still sucks though <3
a terrible tsundere. gets mad whenever she feels even a flash of sentimentality or romanticism. enjoys romcoms and romance novels but hates it and won't ever admit it. she's like the cynical love interest in a hallmark movie. also she was born on valentine's day — the irony isn't lost on her. everyone point and laugh.
for her birthday this year she got herself a pet stag beetle named brock ( named after the pokemon character, yes ). beetles are great because they're cost efficient and they die quick ! not a lot of time to get devastatingly attached and ultimately disappointed !
she truly thinks she's above the rumor mill in wrensted, especially since she's fallen victim to it herself. the truth is though that she's very human and can fall for propaganda just as much as anyone else. this is most notably seen in hanged man, who she is perfectly cool with taking the heat on her behalf, and tower, who she really thought was just amelia's shadow. that said, she doesn't regurgitate rumors and i think these preconceptions can be easily overridden once she actually talks to someone. however, if she has a personal grudge against you it is very hard to overcome it, but those are usually very rare and deserved.
a loner that likes studying people like bugs. she's at the party standing ominously in the corner watching people and making comments on conversations she's not at all part of — not because she actually wants to be involved, but because someone has to say it.
this musing. these are her mannerisms. this is the vision.
prone to vivid dreams and nightmares. she learned early on how to take the reins and control her dreams as a form of escapism, but sometimes they can get away from her. even still, her dreams are one of her favorite places to escape to, so she loves a little nap. her circadian rhythm is truly fucked as a result, but whatever.
currently learning how to play bass guitar in her freetime. also taking mandarin lessons on duolingo. not very good at either.
just a lil clarification on the timeline because i don't think i did it well in the above section, but maia and mr. castro had kind of a flirtationship going on prior to kiri moving out. maia didn't stop it but she also didn't let it go any further than that because she knew mr. castro was married and didn't want to go THAT far. however, after kiri moved out she became very sad and lonely. things ended up happening and ... yeah. kiri is well aware of this because her mom can't not tell her things ( as much as kiri wishes she would ). they've gotten into a lot of fights about it but they ultimately never changed anything. in my head it's been going on for at least a couple months.
also here are some parallels for miss maia lane because i think understanding her is vital for understanding kiri : paula langley ( maid ), liz danes ( gilmore girls ), mia warren ( little fires everywhere ), ashley marin ( pretty little liars ), and the narrator in fast car by tracy chapman.
a well loved teddy bear sitting in the front seat of the moving truck, the way the light fills a room through lace curtains, strawberries taste how lips do, puffy eyes from crying with a smile that still manages to be sincere, a diary that's seen everything from glitter pens to lipstick ⸻ or, otherwise known as juliette mohan
my fair warning before you read this is that i despise writing intros with my whole heart <3
about !
juliette made marilyn, the former ballet dancer, and isaac, a future hot shot lawyer, the happiest parents in the world on the gloomiest day of the summer. the mohans were overjoyed at the birth of their one and only child, but marilyn’s mother may have been the most excited person in the hospital that day. no one ever expected either marilyn or isaac to settle down. they were both so career orientated but the day that marilyn came home with a sonogram to show isaac, the only thing she could focus on was giving her baby girl the best life possible.
marilyn tried to put a just freshly walking juliette into toddler ballet classes and that was probably the first instance of juliette’s chronic people pleasing disorder coming into play because the poor girl hated that ballet class more than anything. she didn’t move as gracefully as anyone, and she the tutu made her legs itchy. but every tuesday, wednesday, and thursday at 9:30am juliette cheered as her mother pulled into the dance studio parking lot and put on a big old smile until marilyn left. it took juliette about two years of dance before juliette spilled to her grandmother, affectionately called nana, about how she didn’t like dance. she never went back to classes after that. despite being all of four years old, juliette realized in that moment that nana would always have her back.
if you ask juliette, she will claim that she truly did have a mostly normal childhood! her dad worked a lot, but that was the only complaint she ever really had. for most of her life, the mohan family wasn’t well off but they weren’t necessarily struggling. juliette’s family vacations comprised of going a hour north and staying in a fancy hotel for two or three nights but even the thought of going to somewhere like disneyworld, or god forbid out of the country, was completely out of the question.
at one point in time, juliette started coming home from school every day in tears. her parents would try to ask her what happened and all juliette could manage to explain was that someone didn’t like her. and that’s genuinely what it was. there was a group of two or three kids who found juliette’s overly loving and kindhearted personality annoying. they didn’t bully her. they didn’t say anything mean. they simply told juliette that no, they didn’t want to be her friend because they didn’t like her. and oh my goodness it sent her into an absolute downward spiral. how could someone not like her? what had she done wrong? what could she do to fix it? all she ever tried to do was be a good person and now she’s being told by a group of her peers that she’s the worst person ever to exist and her hair is ugly and she’s terrible. (they said none of that. the groups of kids was actually really mature and as kind as they could be when they told juliette that they don’t like her. juliette is dramatic and a crybaby)
her parents decided that this was not a normal reaction to not being liked by some kids at school and immediately threw juliette into therapy and this was one of the only times where juliette didn’t want to spill her guts to a stranger. she had a negative view of therapy and frankly didn’t think she needed it, it wasn’t her fault that people were mean so why was she was the one being punished? obviously the mature and smart grown ups in juliette’s life knew it wasn’t a punishment and could realize that the full on mental breakdowns and crying for hours at a time is Not a normal reaction to not being liked.
it took about two years for juliette to accept that the people in her life were genuinely trying to help her and make her realize that it was okay for people to not like her but even to this day her first instinct is like “this person doesn’t like me? i absolutely must find a way to get them to like me one way or another”
while in high school, juliette really figured out that she loved people and that was probably the career path she would take in life. she wasn’t the greatest student but any of her social science electives that she got to take always resulted in an perfect grade on her report card. she couldn’t do math, and she couldn’t write a great essay, but she could talk to people and understand them.
also another high school timeline thing is that juliette’s dad won a massive corruption case, and he got a huge payout from it. juliette’s family went from being comfortable but they definitely stuck to a tight budget to living in a mcmansion and her mom got to retire early. suddenly juliette’s not perfect grades didn’t matter as much because her parents would pay her tuition in full, and maybe even make a sizable donation to the school.
juliette inherently felt guilty about basically overnight not having any financial stressors anymore so she talked to her favorite teacher who recommended she play golf. golf scholarships were plentiful and it didn’t require the most athleticism. surprisingly, juliette was actually fairly decent at golf and enjoyed it a lot. it didn’t hit her in high school but she cringes now thinking about how she got rich and immediately got really into golf.
she ended up majoring in sociology in college and is now in grad school for social work because she wants to be a school social worker so that she can help little kids, because really all juliette has ever wanted to do is help people
connections !
we must torture juliette and give her at least person who cannot stand her. it will destroy her and i crave it so bad
if it is not painfully obvious juliette is a Good Girl™️so i really would love someone who is the opposite of her and maybe they try to even each other out? maybe one tries to convert the other to the dark/light side? i have no idea but give me the polar opposite of juliette
i dont think juliette is probably super duper huge on one night stands but like give me one anyways because what if she has a mental breakdown over it bc she’s so lover girl coded but one night stands dont mean love
juliette is also very crybaby and i think it’d be very funny if she has someone who she facetimes everytime she’s crying so they just only ever see her with tears and puffy eyes and a snotty nose
i think every girly deserves an ex who she has a weird friendship with!!! like yes they dated yes juliette still calls them honey no they probably won’t ever get back together,,, or will they omg who knows
education: bachelor’s degree in molecular biology & engineering (yale), phd in molecular biology (harvard, on pause)
occupation: high school science teacher
family: henry finch (father, tom everett scott fc), sarah catherine finch née samuels (mother, rachel blanchard fc), charles “charlie” finch (eldest brother, 29, joe burrow tbh), james "jamie" finch (second, 26, garret wareing fc), alexander “alex” finch (younger brother, 21, josh macqueen fc)
place of birth / current location: wrensted
appearance: height - 6 ft, 3 in. build - slim. eyes - blue. hair - medium brown that looks lighter in the sun, on the shaggier side but swoops nicely enough to be presentable. style: see here.
you are in kindergarten when you realize that you are not on the same playing field as your peers. a question is asked. you are the first to answer. your teacher asks for others to chime in. the room is silent. it is then that you begin to think you are, in fact, above them.
you read, you write, you do math - everything you do during class is at an advanced level. it is on the playground that you suffer. "nerd!" is hurled at you faster than any dodgeball, faster, even, than your hand goes up in the air to answer the teacher's questions. but eventually you learn how to blend in, to fly under the radar, to share the spotlight.
your home life is fine. you have nice parents, and a boatload of brothers who spend more time in physical altercations than they do completing their homework. but your grandmother cares enough to make up for any care that may be lacking. she encourages you to learn as much as you can, gives you books at higher and higher levels, and introduces you to the world of documentaries - your entry point into cinema.
you are in middle school when you are forced to confront your secret superiority complex. you skip the sixth grade, and most of the careful alliances you crafted to create some semblance of a social life become irrelevant. you could have skipped seventh too, but the shift is already damaging enough. you think you are better than your peers, armed with your statistics and your iq, riding the high of being promoted, and you are immediately proven wrong. you spend most of your pre-high school career at the local movie theater, memorizing all plot points of the top 100 movies of the last decade. it is there that your circle begins to grow.
by the time you are in high school, you have given up on hiding your talents. the fridge in your house is littered with your accomplishments - awards, a+ papers, your detailed schedule of commitments. it has been an impossible battle, becoming the star child. and yet, through a rigorous course of spelling bee wins, academic society memberships, and student government campaigns, you have proven yourself to be worthy. with each day that passes, you only further receive the academic validation that you don't just want, but need.
by the end of your freshman year, you have a small circle of friends who listen when you speak, who trust the authority you have on the topics you've become an expert in. you are a surprising hit with the outcasts of the school, and you're on track to become student body president. and then it all comes crashing down. you lose. to a sports star.
you are convinced that in the competition between brains and brawn, brains will always win. it does not matter that your peers sometimes make idiotic choices, as long as they are able to correct their mistakes. you throw yourself into your studies, into your tutoring, into your extracurriculars. you strategically utilize your brothers' clout. you run a smart campaign on realistic yet appealing promises. and eventually, you usurp the emperor. you become student body president for your junior and senior years.
what comes next? you work harder, study longer, do better, all with the goal of coming out on top. you are the valedictorian. you go off to an ivy league school. you graduate from said ivy league school three years later near the top of your class, a double major ensuring that you will find success in your career. the next stop? grad school, of course. there was never any doubt that you would get a doctorate, so when you are accepted to your second ivy, there is little fanfare. you ship up to boston (or, cambridge), and the world is your oyster.
until.
three years later, your funding gets cut. there's nothing to be done - it's a national crisis and you're caught in the middle. your thesis is put on hold while things are figured out, but one thing is certain - there will be no resolution before the fall semester is set to begin. your school isn't the only one, and the field is flooded with scientists desperate for jobs. but you've been informed that one has opened up in a place no one would think to look...
within months you are moving back home, to wrensted. persephone returning to the underworld. your spring and summer are over. you are back in the town that you swore you were too good for, teaching at the school that gave you so much, but is a constant reminder of all of the ways in which you are a disappointment. there are some bright spots - some friends to reconnect with, students who truly care about your subject, but overall it is a crushing blow.
until an opportunity presents itself.
it's coming up on winter, and all you have to fill your free time in the ever-present darkness that is a 4pm sunset is marathoning movies at wrensted watches and wallowing in your demoralized state. so when your tutee from back in the day turns up dead (murdered?), and members of your inner circle begin to turn to you... well, it only makes sense that you utilize the one semester of forensic science you've taken (plus the million mystery movies you've watched!). sure, you didn't care much about amelia castro before, but that just makes it easier to do what you're doing. to remain realistic while putting the pieces together. after all, who better to lead the charge than mr. know it all?
headcanons.
spencer reid if he was also chandler bing. shane madej meets paris geller. smart boy whose intellect can be isolating, but who makes some chaotic choices that no one can find the logic behind. he has a dry sense of humor and a matter of fact way of speaking, but that only makes him seem to have more authority on whatever he’s talking about.
will’s grandmother taught him how to read. he is very clearly her favorite, and it’s mutual. he makes time to grab dinner with her (or bring it over to her) at least once a week.
he has an eidetic memory, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t put in a lot of work to be at the top of his class. he pulled long hours, did 100% of the work in group projects, etc.
he double majored in college - molecular biology and engineering. even though he no longer needed them to get into the school of his dreams (he was already there), he was still overly involved in extracurriculars in undergrad. he chose molecular biology for his doctorate.
Cinephile. letterboxd user. subtitles enjoyer. he probably would’ve made a decent director, but no one should let him anywhere near a camera. he’d have entirely too many opinions for it to be productive.
cat owner (his cat is named nico, short for nicolaus copernicus).
nyt daily games and murdle player (he takes his wins wherever he can get them these days).
president of the science club, environment club, film club, national honor society, and student body (x2) back in high school.
tri-lingual - he knows english, asl, and latin. he’s working on additional languages, but he wouldn’t say he’s proficient yet.
had a small but mighty group of friends back in school. invites to parties may have been few and far between, but who needs those when you could have a movie marathon? when your debates at lunchtime were both fun and fascinating? they collected group members as will ran for student body president, but their attrition rate was quite low. it was a good group to be a part of. still is.
he cringes every time someone calls him by his last name, as his brothers were truly legendary for their athletic prowess (in football, basketball, and baseball) and that’s the name that followed them down the school hallway. the fantastic finches. they all got sports scholarships and have managed to escape wrensted, and that drives him insane. he was supposed to be the one to make it out, while they were supposed to be the ones stuck in dead-end jobs, reminiscing about their glory days.
he loves them, obviously, but it’s complicated. things in their family have always been a competition, but he’s always assumed that by playing the long game he’ll win. it seems like that is not the case.
he is actively trying to make more friends now that he’s stuck in wrensted for the foreseeable future. as a result, he’s trying to seem a bit more welcoming and a bit less of a downer.
wanted connections.
roommate. will may have had to move back to wrensted, but he drew the line at moving back in with his parents. even though it eats into the funds he could be putting towards his loans, he rents a 2 bedroom apartment. he and his cat are decent roommates.
high school ex. details tbd.
traitor/the friend of my enemy is also my enemy. he takes his rivalry with the emperor very seriously - this is maybe someone who was close to him once, but ended up switching teams.
"we're both too good to be here." - someone he's always admired. it seems fair to say that god is testing them both at the same time, if they've both unhappily returned to wrensted.
additional members of the snoop troop. he's assembling a team... they may not all know about each other, but eventually he'll get everyone together in a room to stare at whatever conspiracy board monstrosity he's put together.
prime suspect. the clues may not actually be pointing in their direction, but... william doesn't like them, and so it clouds his judgment a bit.
letterboxd hater. truly someone who thinks every single one of his letterboxd reviews sucks. they could know it's him (it IS his picture on the account) or they could not.
movie marathoner. a pal that's always down to watch whatever may be playing at wrensted watches. perhaps that's how they even became friendly in the first place. maybe they don't even talk, it's just about the movies - the world is our oyster.
𝐈. AN AWKWARD FRINGE BIRTHED OUT OF IMPULSIVITY & A RUSTY PAIR OF KITCHEN SCISSORS. 𝐈𝐈. BURNING AN INNOCENT VICTIM WITH YOUR EVIDENT STARE IN HOPES THAT YOU'LL BE ABLE TO RUMMAGE THROUGH THEIR EVERY THOUGHT. 𝐈𝐈𝐈. SHOUTING VENOMOUS WORDS, ONLY FOR THEM TO LEAVE A HEX IN THEIR WAKE. 𝐈𝐗. WELL - LOVED COWBOY BOOTS THAT SLAP AGAINST THE PAVEMENT, WARNING OTHERS OF YOUR ARRIVAL. 𝐗. CHATTING WITH CATS ABOUT THINGS YOUR PARENTS NEVER CARED TO KNOW.
𓍼 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒.
𝒊. general.
full name: clementine feng rhodes. nicknames: tangerine, clem, minty, clemmie, boots, bug, teeth, zippy. age: twenty - four. date of birth: june 18th. ethnicity: chinese & white. place of birth: wrensted. current location: wrensted. gender: cis woman. pronouns: she/her. orientation: bisexual, biromantic. occupation: diner waitress ( recently fired ), cuts hair on the side, pixel & pin worker, sucky tarot reader. educational level: high school dropout. living arrangements: local trailer park, just clem and her cats.
𝓲𝓲. physical appearance, etc. . .
faceclaim: havana rose liu. hair: light brown ( flashes of orange ) + curly hair that falls all the way down to her lower back, currently accompanied by uneven bangs inflicted by her own hand. most days she'll simply roll out of bed and get on with things; will occasionally adorn her head with a lacy veil or pair of imperfectly - woven braids. eyes: piercing, green eyes that give away her every thought. the eyes are the windows to the soul. height: 5"5. tattoos: lucky written over her right ankle. clothing style: bright red cowboy boots that seem to be glued to her feet, long dresses and skirts that give the appearance of a haunted spirit, lacy shawls with fringes. think stevie nicks meets kate bush. distinguishing characteristics: a charming gap between two front teeth, the splatter of freckles against sun - bitten skin, restless hands that sway in every direction while in conversation, chipped nail polish, crazy stare + goofy smile combo, a lone cigarette that rests behind constantly alert ear.
𝓲𝓲𝓲. personality.
labels / tropes: the mystic, crazy cat lady, lovable weirdo, the outcast, the pariah, the talkative loon, the obsessive, beware the nice one, goofy but crazy. character inspo: click here to find out. positive traits: fanciful, waggish, loquacious, sincere. negative traits: hedonistic, flighty, impulsive, mercurial. likes: listening in on the conversations of unsuspecting strangers, driving around town in her beaten - up truck, invading the personal space of a loved one, putting on ridiculous voices. dislikes: strict work schedules, silence, understimulating environments. fear(s): abandonment. habits: mumbling while in deep thought, finger - tapping, fast pacing, chewing on lips and nails, wild hand gestures while speaking, isn't able to sit properly. astrology: gemini sun, scorpio moon and pisces rising. moral alignment: chaotic good. element: air. primary vice: impulsivity. primary virtue: loyalty. color: sage green. music: fleetwood mac, kate bush, the carpenters, cat stevens, joni mitchell, david bowie, simon & garfunkel. dad music.
𝓲𝔁. family, relationships, etc. . .
mother: linda rhodes ( estranged, fled town ). father: thomas feng ( estranged, fled town ). significant other: none. exes: " hexed " individual ( currently on bad terms ). pets: four cats! stevie ( black cat ), fish ( calico cat ), leonard ( grey cat ), & elton ( orange cat ).
𓍼 𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓.
( pls pretend this is long and good jsndkwndkejd ... writing bios my #1 opp! i can always send blurb via discord tho ... if ur into that sort of thing ).
clementine cracked her eyes open for the first time only to meet a look of distaste on her mother’s face. linda and thomas were not put on this earth to change dirty diapers, pack lunches, or help their kid with their homework after all — it simply wasn’t in their nature . no, they would not waste the years intended for gambling, drinking and swindling trusting townies on such trivial matters.
if her tiny corner of the world seemed chaotic and empty before — strangers drifting in and out of the messy trailer, glimpses of suitcases bound for month - long vacations without her, lashing out in hopes to be seen ( only to end up feeling more transparent than a ghost ) — the moment those " retreats " stretched into endless absence she felt the true weight of abandonment settle in: dusty, cold, haunted.
but. . .
a plan began to form inside her inventive mind, her cats’ woeful songs urging her into action. what followed was a long list of job after job after job, never lasting — entirely her fault — but ultimately serving their purpose. money floated into her pockets; sufficient to feed her hairy companions, but never enough to keep away the angry townsfolk who wanted her to answer for linda and thomas’ misdeeds.
𓍼 𝐋𝐈𝐋' 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒.
constantly getting fired — if bad track record had a face, it would be clementine’s, beaming and dopey. she's never been one to stick around longer than a few weeks; terrible habits such as talking customers' ears off while stealing fries from their plates, arriving hours after her shift has started, constant smoke breaks, oversharing with anyone whose eyes meet hers, and the occasional attempt to smuggle her cat into work don’t exactly leave the best impression.
had to drop out of high school. when her parents left town — and with cats to care for — she knew she had to find a way to make quick money. wasn’t a particularly challenging decision. she never liked studying anyway.
her beaten - up blue truck is her most prized possession. doesn’t matter that it’s seconds away from combusting into a pile of junk — clementine parades it around town with windows rolled down and music blasting from the janky radio.
she works all kinds of odd jobs just to be able to afford rent at the trailer park: cuts people’s hair ( even though she’s arguably an even bigger threat with scissors in her hand ), does tarot readings that are almost always wrong but very entertaining, gardens, and house - sits.
clementine, being both a big believer in witchcraft and a fan of theatrics, caused quite the uproar in town when she " hexed " her ex. months of bad communication ( read: nonexistent ), constant misunderstandings, and waves of jealousy had all built up to one messy breakup. everyone throws around all kinds of curses in the heat of an argument — but the one that slipped from her lips came from a much more delusional mystical place.
a fan of bits + anything silly! loves putting on goofy voices mid - conversation, using exaggerated hand gestures to enhance even the most mundane story, etc ...
leaves witchy knickknacks everywhere … who slipped a weird lil' rock inside your work locker? just look at clementine’s stupid grin — you’ll know the answer.
absolutely does not understand personal boundaries. she'll wander into your house without you knowing, dig through drawers, pocket something shiny because it was " calling out to her, " and casually reach out to mercilessly squeeze your knee under the table. no social etiquette, basically.
