It was already almost twelve AM when Emmett Brown left Clara Clayton's cabin after having spent a wonderful evening with her. They had chatted about their favorite books (which they had in common), and had eaten a delicious meal that the schoolteacher had prepared for them. Doc leaned forward to kiss Clara goodbye. "Goodnight, dear. The evening was very pleasant, thank you. I hope you enjoyed it too."
"Indeed I did, Mr. Brown," she said teasingly, brushing her fingers through his silver mane. "I'm coming to town tomorrow. I need to go to the post office to send a letter over to my family in New Jersey. Care to meet up?"
"Sure. Just knock on my door whenever you arrive, I'm going to be home. See you tomorrow."
The schoolteacher blessed her partner with a beautiful smile. "Goodnight, Emmett."
She closed the door with a wave, and Doc stood there, dreamily. Up until a frantic voice brought him back to reality.
"Doc! Goddammit, Doc, where have you been?! I've been searching everywhere!"
Behind the scientist was Marty McFly, hands on hips, looking rather distressed. "Man, Doc! You said you'd be back by nine!"
Emmett felt a pang in his heart. Did he really lose track of time so easily? "Forgive me, Marty," he said apologetically, and he truly meant it. "I…well, I simply forgot about time."
The teenager scratched the back of his neck. Was he teary-eyed? "Doc, you had me worried there. I thought maybe something has happened to you."
Emmett suddenly felt the need to slap himself. Why did he, over and over, unintentionally push Marty out of his thoughts when he needed it the least? "I'm sorry, Marty. Don't worry, I'm okay. I promise I'll warn you next time, alright?"
Marty nodded, the tears in his eyes not quite gone. Doc looked at him compassionately, feeling like a fool for disappearing without any explanation. "Come here."
He hugged the boy, squeezing him tightly. "I'm okay, it's alright. Let's go to the barn, and I'll make us some tea. Sounds good?"
Marty nodded into Doc's coat. "Sounds great, Doc."
Unbeknownst to them, Clara sat on her windowsill inside the cabin, watching them fondly. In the past months, she really had come to realize just how deeply Marty cared about Emmett, and seeing the boy having somebody to trust and lean on warmed her heart. Those two were the most perfect best friend duo she had ever seen, and she was determined to make sure that, despite her and Emmett's romance, Marty and Doc stayed as close to each other as they were now.
(zendaya ; demiwoman ; she/they , ghost myself by diamante) hey, look! isn’t that ROXANNE ‘ROCKY’ BECK? the 24 year old OMEGA WEREWOLF is known to be ADAPTABLE AND CYNICAL. they’ve been in town for A MONTH and always remind me of ratted clothing, low growls on an empty moon, feeling of abandonment and defectiveness. let’s hope they survive what’s to come.
INTRO BEGIN. drugs tw
FULL NAME AT BIRTH: roxanne eliana beck. rocky.
DATE OF BIRTH: june 13th.
PERSONALITY TRAITS:
SPECIES: werewolf (triggered). she is not part of a pack.
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: demisexual.
SIGNIFICANT CHARACTERISTICS: nose and several ear piercings.
SCARS: scar around her neck area; not that deep but visible. she wears chokers to cover it but this is mostly to avoid questions regarding it. plus, she likes the look and feel of them.
LAGUAGES SPOKEN: english.
OCCUPATION: employed at li investigations by andrew li. previously employed at bare essentials as a waitress.
CHARACTER INSPOS / PARALLELS: faith lehane (btvs), selina kyle (gotham), deena johnson (fear street), max mayfield (ST things)
BIOGRAPHY. [NEEDS TO BE REDONE FOLLOWING THE REVAMP WITH FC]
life hasn’t always been kind to roxanne. she was born in detroit to young parents who quite frankly, weren’t ready to have a child. she doesn’t remember much about her youth except her parents were in and out of her life either with each other out on vacations or with other people often resulting rocky to be left with a careless sitter, one of her parents friends, before she was 5 when they would decide she didn’t need one anymore and then she was left at home to her own devices. when they were home, she can’t remember a single instance of them being relieved to see her, acting as if they were back to their steady job as if she was the job.
from the age of five, she was removed from her parents care and immediately transferred to the system where she would bounce around from home to home. she was labelled as a troubled kid; one who couldn’t be still nor keep her hands off other kids but even as a child, rocky would not accept any more form of mistreatment to her - especially from kids her own size. it was enough to call it quits from some of her foster families and she was given back. over the years, this would be a tactical move if she didn’t like the family she was placed with, maybe hoping one day would come when the right one would have and that day came; at nine years old, she was placed with a couple who were looking to raise a child and they were kind to her and roxanne naively clawed onto the generosity they showed her until one day they had news of their own - they were having their miracle baby. unfortunately they had only planned to care for one child and with a heavy heart, roxanne was returned back to the system with no explanation given and she decided then to stick with herself and it was a promise she kept from then on out with any family she was placed with.
teenage years were rough for rocky. because of her purposefully social isolation from her peer who for some reason deliberately and delightfully provoked her. one girl in particular who was part of a self proclaimed gang just had it out for her and the two would never get along, a fight breaking out whenever the two were in proximity and they would meet again off the school premises over summer break in their sophomore year. rocky had already been spending coming up on a year and a half with the new foster family who were determined to save her soul, make her reborn again and she was crawling out of her skin suffocated and inauthentic. how could she be forced to believe in something that held absolutely no meaning to her? besides, she could see past through the religious bullshit her ‘parents’ held and she hated the fakeness of it all. she’d bide her time outside for hours, days sometimes weeks alone with sometimes the beauty of it being right under their noses the whole time. it felt more natural to her to be alone, safer. or it should’ve been. one evening as she was going through the dark streets she’d heard a familiar voice; the girl who was always starting shit with her and this time the fight turn the most vicious than it ever could on the school yard. a knife was pulled to her throat, she could hear the others egging their friend on and she went into a fight or flight state; ultimately hitting her too hard in the head by blunt force and she was unconscious. or so rocky thought until she was declared dead the next day.
the incident was more than enough for her to call it quits, she’d grown tired of the foster family she was with as it was and didn’t want the hassle from them about this so she’d seen this as an opportunity to split and go solo - she was on her own most of the time anyway, why not? from the age of 16, she would roam the streets on her own, embrace the freedom even if she felt a large piece of her was missing as it had been for years but she accepted she was truly on her own, finding shelter, food and earning money through various schemes and thieving good items and her own turning locations often in secluded parts of woods or forests and she’d tell herself she’s happy.
at twenty she’d thought she’d discover that missing piece. someone she considered a nice acquaintance who’d convinced her to join the pack they belonged to after nearly a year of rebuffing she’d finally caved in, deciding to give it a shot and what she discovered a few weeks after joining would make her question the whole pack and her friend who convinced her to join their pack - she was a psychopath magnet it seemed and she wanted no part in what she’d seen the alpha and his second up to for sport so she’d end up riffling through the pack’s valuables they treasured as a whole, packed her bags and she was off again feeling stupid yet again for thinking it could’ve possibly been any different.
OTHER TIDBITS AND INFO / HEADCANONS.
no one actually knows rocky’s real name as she only goes by rocky. unless discussed, your muse will only know her as rocky. i have a whole headcanon why she goes by it but yeah.
before becoming a runaway at 16, she racked up quite the record with the law. mostly petty crimes, misdemeanors and theft. obviously not all was mentioned in the biography but yeah.
rocky can be very deceptive but her main deception lies in imagination. what this means is, she creates these backgrounds for herself each time she finds a new town to live in. she dislikes her past, upbringing and herself, so she conjures up these false backstories of who she is. and she can remember the details of these stories as she’s been at it for years. so in turn, she can be a good liar.
she is very suspicious of others’ motives obviously. she is full of the belief there’s always something in it for the other person from past experiences. if you think she doesn’t trust you.. she doesn’t. she has a massive fear of abandonment which can cause her to self destruct because of it. basically, she wants the closeness of others so badly but will sabotage herself any shot to obtain it.
rocky is actually a talented artist; she has journals and drawing pads filled with sketches, drawings and comic strips. she does her best work when she’s high; her choice of drug being weed although she’s dabbled in other things in the past but point being: she does her best work. she has the confidence whilst high she otherwise lacks.
piggy backing off the above, she’s a covert nerd. she adores the older tekken game series, she likes most things mario, sonic, varying comics, older video games as well resident evil, silent hill. she likes current games as well with evil within being one of her favorites. basically, the gorier the better.
speaking gory, she loves horror films. its her favorite genre aside from true crime and mysteries of the follktales and legends.
POSSIBLE / WANTED CONNECTIONS.
tbt.
* intro subjected to be edited and added with more info.
