God, I didn't even realize that the woman who sacrificed her own son for the good of the community Is a parallel to Joel's choice In Season 1. Except she does the exact OPPOSITE of what Joel did BY letting her kid die to save everyone else....fuck....
And, yeah, her son told her to seal them In, which draws even further Into that parallel because Ellie would have told Joel to let her die for the vaccine had she actually been given that choice, and that said choice was something that that woman's son got to have, whereas, again, Ellie didn't
Walking through the picturesque streets of Cardinal Hill, you find Leon Park, the 27 year old taxidermist originally from Providence, Rhode Island. Living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're kind-hearted and nervous, but what you might not know is that they are a witch, and that they’re hiding something…
Smile button on, I bought it off the shelf
Age ↠ 27.
Gender ↠ Male.
Pronouns ↠ He/him.
Sexuality ↠ Bisexual.
Magical status ↠ Witch.
Relationship Status ↠ Single.
Birthday ↠ Feb 19 ; Pisces.
Hair Color ↠ Black.
Eye Color ↠ Hazel.
Height ↠ 5'10".
FC ↠ Jungkook.
I've been tellin' all my friends I just been working on myself
Likes ↠ Terrariums (he has a terrarium with 7 different types of moss,) antique tools, obscure horror movies, warm tea in big mugs, D&D.
Dislikes ↠ Bright white lighting (it makes everything too sharp), cilantro, when people assume he's weird or unapproachable.
Strengths ↠ Gentle, patient, creative, thoughtful, curious.
Weaknesses ↠ Hesitant, avoidant, obsessive, self-doubting, insecure.
Wish that I could learn to trust someone who would want to put me first
❀ He’s not squeamish at all, but gets a little faint around needles when they’re used on him (and yes, his best friend had to hold his hand when he got his piercings and tattoos).
❀ Has a soft spot for raccoons. Like, would probably cry if one ate out of his hand.
❀ Writes in teeny-tiny script; his notes look like spell scrolls.
❀ Keeps backup gloves, hand warmers, and snacks in all his jackets “just in case”. He's always very cold.
❀ Has a familiar - a tiny, fluffy rat named Thimble.
❀ Smells faintly like cedarwood, old paper, and tea.
But I can't deign to hope while I'm bracin' for the worst
Leon Park grew up in Providence, Rhode Island, in a house that always smelled faintly of old books and bergamot tea. The son of a librarian and a quiet, often-absent entomologist, Leon spent most of his childhood surrounded by silence, curiosity, and things with wings. He was the kind of kid who lined his shelves with carefully labeled rocks, drew beetles in the margins of his math homework, and cried over a bird with a broken wing in the driveway.
He discovered taxidermy in his late teens, not from a teacher, but from a tattered book and a desperate desire to keep something beautiful from disappearing. What started as a morbid curiosity quickly bloomed into a quiet devotion. For Leon, taxidermy isn’t about death, it’s about preservation, memory, and care. His pieces are small, precise, and deeply respectful, often posed in peaceful, almost dreaming positions. He talks to them while he works.
After years in Rhode Island, a failed relationship, and the slow suffocation of being misunderstood, Leon packed up his life, specimens, books, tools, and his rat familiar (a clever little creature named Thimble), and moved to Cardinal Hill. It’s been a year since then. He lives alone in a small trailer, where he keeps his lighting dim and warm, filled with jars of dried flowers, pinned moths, and too many tea mugs. People still don’t quite get him, but he’s used to that.
