☁☼☁( kristine froseth. cisfemale. twenty one ). welcome back to your summer paradise, BLAIR VALENTINE we were wondering when you’d finally show up! the town’s really missed how VIVACIOUS you are, even if you can be a bit FLIGHTY at times. we hear back home they call you the GOLDEN GIRL, makes sense considering you remind everyone of SMILING THROUGH TEARS THAT WONT STOP FALLING, FRECKLES FROM TOO MANY HOURS UNDER THE SUN, LIPS STAINED WITH FRESH CHERRY JUICE & ALWAYS BEING GREETED BY A FULL ANSWERING MACHINE ☁☼☁
hola bitchachos !! it’s your fave demon vee. listen im hype about this bc lets be real? i’m absolute trash at plottin but come for me anyways lol and we can do the damn thing
listen. we got a soft rich girl on our hands;
dressin pretty is always on the menu. she’s got more dresses and skirts and pretty shit then u can count. gotta look cute. gotta be pretty. gotta look snatched
wakes up every morning and has a freshly squeezed juice. without fail
constantly making mistakes and bad decisions and she always wakes up swearing up and down to do better next time; to be a better person
she has trouble with the whole ‘moderation’ thing when it comes to the things her parents deemed as bad influences
she feels a lot of pressure to live up to this golden girl reputation. feels like she has to live up to this impossible legacy her parents built even
her beloved beta fish frankie lives in a bitchin fish tank. it’s on her kitchen island so he gets the best view of the house
has the kind of smile that has you trippin over your feet and fallin in love
had her whole family trade in their cars for tesla’s
her father is a heart surgeon and her mother is a former model turned philanthropist. together they save hundreds of lives and raise millions of dollars for charities all over the world. they are great people. they just happen to be shit parents
they just never seemed to have the time for blair. they were too busy saving the world to go to her ballet recitals or her parent teacher interviews or to make her breakfast in the morning
she was passed off to nannies and house keepers until she was considered old enough to be on her own
growing up all she heard was ‘u have everything blair there’s nothing to cry about. after all no one cries poor little rich girl’ she was always reminded of how much worse other people had it so she never felt that she was allowed to be sad or lonely
she’s been fakin a smile since her parents started bringin her along to their galas and ceremonies. she had to listen to everyone praise her parents and meet people who’s lives they saved and how much of a difference they made in their lives without making a face or havin an outburst so.. give her an ocsar
honestly? #freeblair2k19 let her run WILD set her FREE
☁☼☁( ****. kira shipway. female. 22). welcome back to your summer paradise, INGRID RASKE we were wondering when you’d finally show up! the town’s really missed how PROVOCATIVE you are, even if you can be a bit STRAIGHT-UP EVIL at times. we hear back home they call you the PRIMADONNA, makes sense considering you remind everyone of LIPS INSURED FOR FIFTY G’S, VERSACE BOOTS AND LEOPARD-PRINT FUR, LOOSE ADDERALL ROLLING AROUND THE BOTTOM OF A BIRKIN, and SUSPICIOUS SEPHORA RECALLS ☁☼☁
let’s preface this by saying.... Ingrid is A Terrible Human Being With Very Little Redeeming Qualities. read on to find out more!
She’s lived her whole blissful life in New York: grew up on the Upper East Side, went to some expensive private school, and generally enjoyed the same privileged lifestyle made famous by the characters of Gossip Girl. Daddy is a hedge fund manager, mommy is a “stay-at-home mom” (lol!) whose looks have been described as “a plastic surgeon’s Venus De Milo” and who bonded with her kids during Mommy & Me Botox injections starting around 15 years old. Their parents have this fun open marriage where basically neither of them could give less of a shit about the other, and more often than not, someone is off in Mykonos with a twenty-year-old stewardess or Greek personal trainer.
(There was also that time when Mother Raske was in talks to join the cast of RHONY, before Tinsley Mortimer was chosen- something Ingrid has never gotten over. If those boring, vacant-eyed Rinna girls get to have airtime, just think of the household names she and Bertie could’ve become!)
The twins turned eighteen and moved to Brooklyn to become more “independent” by renting out a beautiful, two-story loft in DUMBO and having their parents foot the bill each month. Despite captioning many of her posts with #girlboss and citing Alexa Chung as “like, such a inspiration", Ingrid has always had zero work ethic and zero interest in actually contributing to society in a meaningful way. Her trust fund guaranteed that she’d never really have to work a day in her life; as a result, she and Bertie have grown up to be bratty, blonde 21st century monsters, reckless and spoiled, accustomed to indulging every whim and swiping credit cards with no limits.
Ingrid didn’t fuck around with applying to universities. While Bertie became a notorious online presence and a staple of the NYC night-life circuit, she took her brand in another direction. She showed off her extravagant wardrobe in endless #OOTDs, cultivated a killer street-style, and made frequent appearances at various fashion events until she began to garner a massive Instagram following- then, capitalized on her new influencer status by starting her own line of make-up and skincare products.
And yes, some of the ingredients in her eyeshadow palette may have been questionable, and there was a tiny outbreak of skin rashes that had to be covered up with some hasty PR, but like any other social media influencer, Ingrid knew she was catering to insecure, gullible girls who just wanted to live like she does- which meant that they’d buy anything she put her name on. Still, once Sephora dropped her products and Youtube beauty gurus had a field day at her expense, Ingrid decided she’d never really been passionate about make-up anyway and took “entrepreneur” out of her Instagram bio.
But they do say any publicity is good publicity... baby’s first “scandal” gave rise to the beginnings of her notoriety; Ingrid realized that being famous and infamous are pretty much the same thing, and in the social media age, it’s just about being too Extra to be ignored. So she leaned hard into her party habits, with no concern for discretion or image maintenance or keeping her lifestyle clean for the cameras. She’d be photographed with Paris Jackson and Sofia Richie in the front rows of Fashion Week then post tasteful nudes from a rapper’s hotel suite that same night. She was also never shy about her cosmetic procedures. Her favorite brag has always been sharing a surgeon with the Hadids. The insurance policy she took out on those pillowy, clearly-not-God-given lips last year really got people talking.
By now, Ingrid’s basically forgotten about that time she gave a couple thousand girls skin rashes and found her new calling: music. And not just music, but the whole fucking spectacle of being a diva like Britney, like Madonna, like Erika Jayne. Talent is irrelevant; money can get you much farther than talent can these days. So the past two years have seen Ingrid on “tour” with her first album (a.k.a just hanging out in European cities she likes, because no, she doesn’t sing live), promoting songs which I wanna say sound a lot like a mix of Kim Petras and Brooke Candy’s music: some club-friendly pop ballads, but mostly autotuned white girl rap about how disgustingly rich she is or some kind of MadLibs where ‘pussy’ was used for every fill-in. (Let the record show that both those songs r absolute bangers and Brooke Candy is a true queen, also Erika Jayne featuring on that track? *chef’s kiss* Ingrid is working on securing a collab as we speak).
So Ingrid’s music is like, only kinda terrible but also very danceable, and Bertie is obligated to play it at all the parties he organizes and DJ’s. Jezebel.com accidentally validated her this summer by saying that her new single is an “Ironic But Also Unironic Feminist Anthem” in some throwaway article, which Ingrid took and ran with- now her whole persona is based on being a sex-positive, plastic princess who’s just living her truth and repping for all the good time girls out there!
In truth you could say that Ingrid is far from a feminist, given how despicably she’s treated other girls in the past (she once bullied not one but two classmates into changing schools), but that’s more indicative of how she treats people in general. Maybe with the exception of her brother, people are meaningless until they’ve got something to offer her- whether it be another step up the fame ladder, or just more fuel for her ego. Otherwise, it’s either indifference or cruelty from Ingrid. Even the people she calls “friends” know that friendships with Ingrid are fleeting and fake, and can turn nasty as soon as she feels slighted, or threatened, or just bored!
Random tidbits:
Ingrid does not subscribe to the no-make-up, I-just-woke-up-like-this, Glossier Girl aesthetic; to even the most hungover of brunches, she’ll show up with acrylic tips and mink lash extensions, full beat and a Gucci tracksuit.
She’s a high-functioning addict, but would never admit to it. A steady diet of coke and amphetamines keeps you looking snatched, so what’s the big deal?
She drives a pink Audi R8 in a way that can only be described as “aggressively bad”. Will absolutely back into a parked car, shear off several inches of paint, and drive away without noticing.
She has a French Bulldog puppy named Chachki , who eats straight off the table at restaurants and does NUMBERS on Instagram when she dresses him up in his lil outfits from Neiman & Barkus but like... she doesn’t even like dogs that much. She doesn’t like animals at all. That’s how we know she’s a sociopath!
her weheartit board probably does a better job of summing her up than this long-winded intro
☁☼☁( joao knorr. cis male. 22 ). welcome back to your summer paradise, BERTIE RASKE we were wondering when you’d finally show up! the town’s really missed how RISQUE you are, even if you can be a bit CONDESCENDING at times. we hear back home they call you the HEDONIST, makes sense considering you remind everyone of SATURDAY NIGHT PARTIES THAT BLEED INTO SUNDAY MORNING BRUNCHES, 10.5K INSTA FOLLOWERS, BLEACHED BLONDE HAIR and CHEEKBONES THAT SPARK QUESTIONS IF THEY’RE FROM GOD OR DR. DUBROW. ☁☼☁
Bertram Raske, (known also by his social media handle @betterraske) is a name that is synonymous with New York night life. The epitome of a trust fund brat, he’s been quite happy living a no-consequence life style in DUMBO with his twin sister of equally irrelevant fame.
His “work” involves the occasional youtube video and instagram brand deal, but is for the most part, party promotion. His name came to be known with it’s association with the Bartchsland Follies and Ty Sunderland’s Heaven on Earth, but his creativity never extended beyond promoting these events.
Life in the city is sweet but with summer making it almost unbearable, the Raske twins pack their things and hustle to the Hamptons for a reprieve from the tourists and the wafting New York stink. While most professionals find themselves darting to greener pastures on the weekends, he only gets away during the week (after all, his business hours start at Friday and end on Sunday night) spending the quieter nights of the summer (Monday to Thursday) sipping cocktails in Hidden Palms.
Bertie’s a full blown narcissist with hedonistic tendencies, finding enjoyment in quiet snickering behind people’s backs and lobbing careless insults in the direction of tired waitstaff. His biggest aspiration is to always be the best looking in the room-- and most of his energy is directed towards developing a “magnetism” that he swears only those with the most amount of money can buy.
He has very few real goals, or any direction to his life, instead, he’s enjoying it moment for moment, casting scathing looks at innocent passerby’s who give him too long of a second glance.
The icy hue of his hair is a result of tri-weekly bleachings and his bone structure is the source of many debates. Bertie only ever drinks using plastic straws and never, ever, brakes for turtles. He thinks cats are filthy creatures, can clock last season’s Fendi from across a county and is of the firm belief that people who ride bicycles as a means of genuine transport are of the lowest social caste.
Hello, hi! I’m Sam, zooming in from EST ✌️I’m super excited to be here, and to develop my boy Trev! His weheartit board is here (and a constant work in progress) but there’s more about him under the cut. I can’t wait to write with y’all 😊
☁☼☁( ****. tripp bowers. cismale. 21 ). welcome back to your summer paradise, TREVOR ‘TREV’ HANSON we were wondering when you’d finally show up! the town’s really missed how BOLD you are, even if you can be a bit RESTLESS at times. we hear back home they call you the REVELLER, makes sense considering you remind everyone of CLOUDS OF JUUL VAPOUR, SOHO HOUSE MEMBERSHIPS, MIGOS BLASTING FROM A SPEEDING MERCEDES and CARTIER BRACELETS STACKED ON TATTOOED WRISTS [sam/23/est/she/her] ☁☼☁
Trev’s full name is Trevor Andrew Hanson, but he’s been going by Trev for as long as anyone can remember.
He was born in Providence, RI and spent the majority of his growing up there, staying mostly on the east coast. His mother, Lisa, is the third generation of an emerging American land development company-- whose seem exponential growth in Trev’s lifetime, becoming bicoastal and at the end of this year, international.
His father lived with them until after his fifth birthday, when his parents announced their divorce. The split was mutual and not messy, and he now lives in Canada with a new, young family. Trev visits, but not often.
Andrea is his only sibling, she’s two years older and a law student at Columbia. All of their life, Andy (as he calls her and she abhors) has been the epitome of the perfect daughter, balancing both a budding career on instagram and an impressive GPA.
Trev’s a third (going into fourth) year Communications major at UCLA. He now lives full time in Los Angeles, in a house shared with the friends that he made there. Often, he’s drawn back up to the east coast for family and the offer of a change in pace, but he’s truly taken to his Californian lifestyle.
Being in the Hampton’s for the tail end of summer was an idea offered as he and his friends lounged in their pool, Kas’ parents had a beach house in some gated community, it’d be a chance to cool down before racing back to school again. They’d attempted a roadtrip up, with their four cars, but Trev’s voracious boredom and Ari’s lack of fuel mileage had them stopping less than half way and flying up to their location.
Trev’s car is one of his favourite possessions. It had been a twentieth birthday gift from his mother, a Mercedes painted in the most beautiful colour he’d ever seen. Green Hell Magno, and the vehicle underneath promised to live up to the name, zipping through the streets with a rip and a throaty presence.
He’s been racing for a while, a habit that started with the little Audi he’d started driving in. His friends were never a good influence, they were better behind the wheel-- but that hasn’t killed his adoration of speed, with his foot down he’ll soar to a finish line. Coming in last is something he’ll blame on his first car crash (RIP to the Audi) but really just boils down to a lack of skill and desire to improve.
Outside of the streets, Trev imagines himself to be a delight. He’s bold and extroverted, with little fear of poking fun at himself in an effort to make those around him snicker. There’s a confidence that he exudes, something that has been cultivated by the strong women that raised him. He admires his family, and has mirrored his respect for them in the way he treats all women in his life.
Trev isn’t a good student, but he’s an excellent partier. He likes to network and imagines himself as a creative, (if the committee at SOHO house asks, he’s a photographer) and simply enjoys having a good time. Whether that’s on the streets in his car, at a house party blasting music, or laughing in a parking lot as he does vape tricks-- Trev cares for very little but to have an excellent rest of his summer.
His personal style is ripped from influencers he follows: bright and loud, fitted and unique. Often his nails are painted, his ears are pierced and his tattoos are small and mean nothing. Trev enjoys being nothing more than himself, and sometimes that means being the loudest presence in the room.
Howdy! I’m Bean and I’m in EST and this trash clown is Ari(stotle) Cowen! I’ve added some more bits about him can be found under the cut! This is his weheartit collection, it’s still in progress though! Just a disclaimer; Julien has about zero content so please forgive my gifless existence :o( Super excited to be here and plot with all of y’all!
☁☼☁( julien pernot. cismale. 21 ). welcome back to your summer paradise, ARISTOTLE ‘ARI’ COWEN we were wondering when you’d finally show up! the town’s really missed how LOYAL you are, even if you can be a bit AGGRESSIVE at times. we hear back home they call you the PITBULL, makes sense considering you remind everyone of GOLD CHAINS GLINTING AGAINST TAN SKIN, UPPER LIP CURLED WITH DISDAIN, TIRES SCREECHING AFTER MIDNIGHT, and SOMEONE ELSE'S BLOOD ON THE FIRST FOUR KNUCKLES. [bean/23/EST/she/her] ☁☼☁
Ari is a UCLA business student but kinda shit at it! He’s in school because that’s the life of the idle rich, but it helps that it keeps the family happy.
His dad made his fortune in Silicone Valley– Ari’s never mentioned exactly what company his father heads, but it’s rumoured to be in the billion dollar range. His father has been preoccupied with the company for as long as Ari can remember, and the two have more of a passive than affectionate relationship. His mother is a former model, a beauty from Eastern Europe who caught his father’s eye as his company’s stock value was reaching unfathomable highs. The relationship between his parents can hardly be described as close, but instead of separating they simply moved to different ends of the state, which they both considered to be an amiable compromise.
He’s lived in California his whole life, but beyond an even tan no one would know that by looking at him– he’s the opposite of golden: he favours designer clothing in darker colours and a less than sunny disposition.
If there’s anything he truly gives a shit about it, it’s his car. He’s always had a certain disdain for the kids he grew up with, Calabasas princes and princesses gifted super cars that they never drove outside the safety of their gated communities. His first car was a Hellcat, and he was determined to see his baby at top speeds. Hooked on adrenaline, he’s a menace in the streets. A notoriously shitty driver when it comes to traffic laws and turn signals, he’s upgraded to the newest Hellcat Redeye for 2019 and it’s made him completely irresponsible.
Ari’s not friendly oh at all! He’s horrible to talk to and awful to befriend but once you’re in the circle of pals, you’re ride or die forever. That being said, he is always willing to make an exception for the next pretty girl. Like father, like son am I right?
He’s very aggressive and abrasive and loves to pick a fight. His anger sits under his skin and simmers there— a result of his lonely upbringing? A lack of strong parental guidance? Several child psychologists really struggled to work that one out. It gets away from him quite frequently, an ugly trait that he’s made no attempt to change.
His vices are geared more towards adrenaline, but he’s also into drinking and smoking and he’ll even dabble in the darker stuff if the mood is right.
Hobbies include: kicking rocks, cursing at strangers and fixing his car.
He’s staying at a friend’s house for the summer, it’s his very first holiday in the Hamptons and he’s gonna bring some West Coast flair to this East Coast town!
All in all, he’s here for a good time not a long time and I’m excited to be here and get started with y’all!
☁☼☁(tommy martinez. cismale. twenty-four. ) welcome back to your summer paradise, GRIFFIN VELAZCO we were wondering when you’d finally show up! the town’s really missed how INNOVATIVE you are, even if you can be a bit SENSITIVE at times. we hear back home they call you the VISIONARY, makes sense considering you remind everyone of MUD TRACKED ONTO THE BOTTOM OF SAINT LAURENT BOOTS, STAYING IN BED PAST MIDDAY, AN OVERSIZED CAMERA WITH A FULL MEMORY CARD and KEYCHAINS FROM EVERY STATE. [sam/23/est/she/her] ☁☼☁
there’s more under the cut!!!!
hello this is griffin “griff” james velazco
he’s born n was raised in emeryville california by his mother. he has a few siblings, but they were all older and outta the house n state by the time he turned 11.
his mother got him into child acting, but the stint only lasted a few years and never extended past a few commercials
griff has always been a very ~sensitive and artistic boy, and this time in front of equipment and crews sparked a curiosity towards film and photography in him
by the time he was 18, he had wrote, produced and directed his first film which was based on the world around him, namely life in emeryville and oakland for those who lived there
the film caught the attention of a handful of award circuits, but it wasn’t until it was announced to be seen at cannes that heads began to turn in the direction of the young filmmaker
his second and third films were experimental but successful in their own right, but it was his fourth, produced a year and a half ago that truly caught the attention of the international community
select theatres showed his work, whose focus remained on the same topics he committed to, and griffin has started to finally reap the benefits of his hard work
griffin has stayed in california, trying to connect with other artists and create community, but he’s since escaped to the hamptons for the summer to blow off some steam and perfect the script for his newest film, due to be shot in the fall.
he’s not used to nice things, he never grew up as anything more than middle class, so he tends to abuse them-- his designer boots are scuffed, his sweaters get dragged on the ground.
he’s attentive and empathetic, almost annoyingly so; he cares deeply for those around him, but also is looking for a storyline in everything and everyone he meets
you’ll probably catch him on the beach taking shots of the ocean or just marvelling at a place that has no shame in flaunting the sheer wealth that hidden palms possesses
tldr: he’s a creative old man and is mostly stolen from my obsession w xavier dolan pls plot with me
sup ? i’m ac, 22 years old, from the gmt+1 timezone and my pronouns are she/her. i play matias (cody christian) too and he’s A LOT more developed than my gorl cori here, so excuse the mess, she’s brand new and i’m still trying to figure her out. you know how it is. i’ll keep it sHoRt.
☁☼☁( maia cotton. cisfemale. 22 ). welcome back to your summer paradise, CORNELIA ‘CORI’ KNOX we were wondering when you’d finally show up! the town’s really missed how ADVENTUROUS you are, even if you can be a bit INCONSISTENT at times. we hear back home they call you the HOYDEN, makes sense considering you remind everyone of WORN OUT DR. MARTENS, WEARING SUNGLASSES AFTER A NIGHT OUT, TANGLED HEADPHONES AND A CITY SKYLINE AT NIGHT. ☁☼☁
background:
so cori, will kill you if you call her cornelia, or at least do something that’ll make you regret calling her so. only her parents and her sister calls her cornelia and that’s bad enough as it is. i know, eDgY.
it’s fun really, cori grew up with an older sister who was basically perfect, she tried very hard to be anyway, and that made it pretty hard for cori. she definitely had to live up to some unrealistic standards and that caused her to act out a little, not really but compared to how poised and picture perfect her family seemed to be, cori was definitely the black sheep.
she found that her family and the whole socialite culture of new york was extremely stiff and boring. when she was younger she often times ran away from home, although she mostly just ran as far as her neighbors so no one was ever really concerned. not that they’d bother since they were all busy being in awe over her sister. she would always lash out and told her parents she hated them often. even if it wasn’t true.
while her sister was a ballerina (of course), cori would play soccer and while she was actually very skilled at it, it wasn’t exactly sOcIaLlY aCcEpTeD by the fancy people, her mom was actually kind of the only one who at least tried to support her but it was far from wholeheartedly.
anyway, as she grew up she drifted more and more from her family, her sister doing a good job at driving a wedge between them as well, she was very unecessarily competitive for no reason and whenever cori would accomplish something, her sister would find a way to outdo her. her sister did a good job at manipulating their mom into thinking cori was some sort of poisonous snake and their mom had never been very strong willed so she believed it.
so naturally cori just sort of started paying less attention to them, she would basically couch hop, since she still wasn’t old enough to buy her own place and she didn’t mind it to be honest, as long as her friends and/or acquaintances didn’t mind it.
she did well in school though, nothing crazy she wasn’t like extremely smart nor stupid, the thing that really dragged her down was her lack of concentration and having to sit still for too long. she managed to graduate but didn’t apply to any colleges, she wasn’t planning on studying for a couple years since she didn’t actually know what she wanted. this made her parents react and call in anger but cori honestly didn’t care what they thought at this point.
instead she went to europe and backpacked around for 6 months before then taking another 6 months, through thailand and australia, with a group of random people, but it was one of the most amazing years of her life and it was definitely worth it. it wasn’t like her parents never called or didn’t try but she figured they only called to tell her she was doing everything wrong and fortunately she was beginning to like herself for who she was.
anyway, the last couple of years has been spent partying and just living life with no care, she’s in her best years after all so why waste them. she works as an event planner at 1 oak due do having a lot of connections and her work time fitting her lifestyle a lot more than a 9-5 job.
she was lured back to spent the summer in the hamptons due to her mom inviting her telling her that dad would be there too and everything, and honestly cori never hated her parents or her sister (she definitely wasn’t her biggest fan though) and she knew she hadn’t been the best daughter to exist either so she felt maybe it was time to try and make up for that.
anyway skip forward to her landing in the hamptons, getting picked up by her mom and sister and her mom claiming that ‘dad is dead’ when she asks where he’s at and cori almost crying before her sister diffuses it by saying they’re getting a divorce cause he was cheating on mom with his assistant. it’s only slightly better. so yeah, good start to the summer there. she’s already miserable.
personality:
so cori, is honestly very chill, she’s always down for a good time and can be convinced to most things just because what does she have to lose ? she's not officially disinherited or anything but she wouldn’t be surprised. she’s got very little shame and will flirt with whomever. also always ready to fight if you try her.
she could sell sand in sahara and can talk to any and everyone, also probably how she managed to get that job at 1 oak. she’s the type of person who’s got tons of close friends, but not really like best friends. she’s not all that good at intimacy, despite always needing people around, doesn’t wanna be lonely, but wants to be wanted too?? doesn’t want rejection though.
she always means well and if she really is sorry about something she will do everything in her power to make up for it, although sometimes that backfires too. when she invests herself in something she really goes all in.
there’s obviously more but i’m trash at explaining.
headcanons:
when her grandma died, cori was on tour with a band, you could say she was lowkey a groupie and thus she didn’t answer her phone and since then her family sort of decided to keep her out of family related stuff
- this also explains why she didn’t know of her parents split before landing in hamptons, even though everyone else had known for three weeks.
one time her sister had just broken up with her bf of 5 years and to try and cheer her up, cori booked a trip for herself, her sister and her mom to malta. she then proceeded to forget her moms birthday, which her sister reminded her off, and had to emergency buy a bunch of souvenirs from malta - claiming she bought it off amazon, only to find out she was two days early, her sister had just not so accidentally left that out.
- anyway, she had a terrible time and got shitfaced with a bartender whom she ended up sleeping with and then the next day she paid him off to flirt with her sister and give her a little kiss, although of course her sister found out and they didn’t speak to each other for the rest of the trip.
- also befriended a ten year old, whom she played a lot of mini golf with while her sister was pissed and took their mom out for shopping and shit.
very poor time managing skills, if you want her to come on time you have to invite her an hour early.
her apartment is basically hotel cori, it’s either friends needing a place to sleep or some random guy she brings home from the club but nonetheless someone’s always over and she doesn’t mind, you’re always welcome, can’t even imagine how many people know where her spare key is at this point.
hllo all it’s ur favorite crackhead goblin comin 2 u live frm the est tz!! rlly excited fr this and fr everyone & everything!! anyway, kieran is a bit of a newer muse of mine.. so pls bare w me thru this mess. here is his pinterest board if u jus want the cliff notes abt him!! anyways, more abt him under the cut
☁☼☁ (maxence danet-fauvel. cismale. 22) welcome back to your summer paradise, KIERAN HALLIDAY we were wondering when you’d finally show up! the town’s really missed how SOCIAL you are, even if you can be a bit VOLATILE at times. we hear back home they call you the AMERICAN GOD, makes sense considering you remind everyone of WALKING A THIN LINE OF BARBED WIRE, WICKED SMIRKS AND SMASHED BOTTLES OF JACK, BEING SHIRTLESS UNDER LEATHER JACKETS & DOING CLASS PRESENTATIONS WITH A BLACK EYE AND A HANGOVER. [sage/22/est/she/her] ☁☼☁
Background:
his full name is kieran jaxon halliday
his mom and dad were two wildlife biologists who met while working in south africa and fell in love while tending to a baby lion cub that had gotten a nasty bite from a snake.
they named the cub jax and that’s where kieran had gotten his middle name
his parents made a decent living with their careers but his dad’s side of the family - the halliday’s, were made of money and gold baby!!
the halliday’s are a pretty prominent family. they own a law firm that’s been running since the 1950′s and is dedicated to famous politicians and celebrities
his grandfather expected kieran’s dad to take over the firm after him so you can imagine the shock when his son had chosen zoology as a major.
kieran was born in south africa - and lived there until he was 13
really loved everything about it especially the wild life, the nature and the freedom. when they would visit the states to see his mom and dad’s family he thought it was too congested and tamed and mundane
his dad picked them up and moved them back to the states when he found out that kieran’s mom had been diagnosed with breast cancer
it was like a dominio effect - first the breast cancer where the doctors were hopeful that with enough treatment she’d be in partial remission in no time- that was until it started to spread and within two years the two halliday’s had lost the most important woman in their lives
while it impacted both of them - it seemed that it really hit his father in a different way. he basically turned his back on kieran and turned really cold and decided to take over the law firm and threw himself into work
this changed kieran in the sense that he had to adapt to living in the states seeking out different thrills to make him feel, to make him numb, to make his world exciting again, to forget and to piss off his dad
he instantly became a trouble maker - got kicked out of various private schools, was caught drinking in school, took his dad’s cars out for joy rides has had various dui’s and has been caught on high as balls by the police multiple times but this never breaks out to the public - his dad sweeps in and the charges, the potential scandals, everything all vanish overnight.
Personality:
kieran is currently enrolled at yale and while his family’s name obviously got his foot in the door and he coasted through his classes - his grades were above average and said something about him - that if he truly applied himself, he would be deadly
very into anything that’s going to endanger his very existence - picks fights, drinks until he passes out, street races, jumps off cliffs u name it.. kieran has done it. it’s almost a miracle the boy is still alive
he started an underground fight club at yale that he’s made quite a profit out of
his favorite animals are lions
probably usually has a bruise under his eye but the wicked grin he sports probably distracts away from it plus he’s a pretty boy
sports a leather jacket like its his second skin
is down for anything and is loyal af if he considers you a friend
any excuse to fight - he will fight lmao
throws parties and completely trashes his house, very little care for the amount of money he spends
not humble in any sense, flirts a lot, manipulates occasionally and is all around just here for a good time, not a long time
