Hey is that TIMOTHY GRANADEROS? No, that’s just MILO REYES. They’re THIRTY, and have spent TEN YEARS in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of OUTGOING but also can be ALOOF. EMPTY CANS OF BEER & BRUISED KNUCKLES remind me of HIM. Can’t wait to see them at the next party!
Full Name: Milo Antonio Reyes
Age: 30
Birthdate: October 15th
Aesthetics: Broken bottles of Jack, empty cans of beer, bruised knuckles, discarded condom wrappers, shitty tattoos fading hickeys & rags with grease stains.
Character inspiration: Patrick Verona (10 things I hate about you), Craig Cody (animal kingdom)
Zodiac: Libra.
Sexuality: Hetrosexual
Traits: Aloof, outgoing, insecure, flirty, charismatic, sly, cocky, arrogant
Height: 5′10
Weight: 192
Build: Slim Muscular
TW: TOXIC MASCULINITY, ALCOHOL & DRUG USE
Milo is the oldest of 4 children and his mother’s least favorite, but its cool because he hates the bitch too.
He had a twin named Noah and the two of them took care of not only heir mother but their younger siblings as well when their dad took off 17 years ago.
At 16 the twins began to dabble in dealing drugs, knowing that it was the only way they were going to be able to help out their mom and siblings.
Noah was killed 6 years years ago. Ever since Milo has been kinda spiraling out of control.
The Reyes kids are as follows: Milo (30), Noah (24), Finn (24), and Evelyn (17)
Finn is off at college, which Milo is helping him pay for.
Evelyn got pregnant at 16 and had her baby recently. A little girl named Kayla who Milo loves.
Since his dad left, his mom has been a drunken mess, unable to keep a job locked down. So to make sure Ev and Kayla don’t end up in the system Milo pays for the apartment they live in. He takes Evelyn shopping one a week for food and other items they may need. He’s been doing stuff like this since he moved out.
Noah used to help with the burden of their family but since he died all the responsibility has been put on Milo’s shoulders.
He typically changes girls more often then he changes his socks and has a problem with fidelity.
Milo started to acquire his fuck boy reputation to be superior to his brother. As soon as Noah showed any interest in a girl, Milo would swoop in and literally charm the pants off them.
He may have a slight sex addiction.
Def has toxic masculinity.
He dabbles in drugs and alcohol with a weakness for cocaine and whiskey.
He’s very keen to violence.
He works as a mechanic but is also a crony for Scotty mainly for the money
Hey is that [KRISTINE FROSETH]? No, that’s just [LYDIA HEMMINGWAY]. They’re [TWENTY ONE], and have spent [SIX MONTHS] in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of [CHARISMATIC] but also can be [SELF SERVING]. [CANDY STAINED TONGUES AND CRUSHED PACKS OF MARLBOROS] remind me of [HER]. Can’t wait to see them at the next party! [EM, 21, SHE/HER, EST].
negative attributes: self serving, hot headed, secretive
occupation: owner of beau’s dancing academy
ce qui se trouve dans le passé
on new years day 2001 the hemmingways brought a set of twins into the disaster we call a world, a boy and a girl
lydia had a good life, really, she did. brilliant in school (not that she liked the attention that came with it) and a near ballet prodigy with the help of her mother who truly was a saint in her eyes
when she was 13 her parents got a divorce and despite her wanting to live with her mother she legally couldnt as the woman moved to dayton and to make matters even worse all of her friends started crushing on her brother since puberty started working its magic
lydia’s relationship with her father had never been great but the divorce really just set a rage off inside of the young girl, things only progressed with the sudden death of her mother on the twins’ 16th birthday
despite the girls drastic change in attitude her aptitude for ballet and her glowing grades never faltered and eventually landed her a spot at julliard even though her 18th birthday present was the ownership to her mothers dance academy in dayton Beau’s Dance Academy
Going off to post secondary only deepend the hole in her heart left by her mothers death so 6 months ago she dropped out and high tailed it to dayton to finally take over the dance academy in her mothers honor
Hey is that [ANGELA BASSETT]? No, that’s just [ATHENA JACKSON]. They’re [FORTY FOUR], and have spent [EIGHTEEN MONTHS] in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of [APPROACHABLE], but also [SKEPTICAL]. Did you hear their vices are [JUSTICE & COFFEE]? Can’t wait to see [SHE/HER] at the next party!
VICES: coffee, solving cases, seeing justice served
ADDICTIONS: caffeine
Full Biography:
Athena as born in LA, California in 1976 and was daughter to Jack and Kelby Williams.They struggling finacially through much of her childhood until Kelby finally graduated from college and began working in and around Hollywood. Her Father never had a specific career, he’d go from place to place finding whatever work he could get. They were never rich, but they got by.
Naturally gifted in the academic world, Athena excelled through school and went to UCLA to study Anthropology and Law. She hoped to one day be able to work as a pro-bono lawyer taking on human rights cases across the world. But, in her second year she fell in love with a rebellious man. Before she had a chance to graduate, she fell pregnant with her first child. The two married, and soon after, little Jack was born. Athena was completely and utterly enamoured with her baby boy, and dropped every personal goal to give him the best upbringing she could. But, his Father wasn’t as attentive. After a few years, he became wicked and cruel, never violent phyiscally but degrading with his words and lack of care for the family.
Fast forward a few more years, and Belly was born. A gourgous little girl. Things with Athena and their Father were like a rollarcoster, they were good, then great, then bad, then downright ugly. He had a drug addiction, and Athena had to work two jobs alongside raise her children to keep the household afloat. They never struggled massively because of the work she put in. However, that struggle appeared much later on, when Jack was in his fragile mid-teens. With his Father not caring, and his Mother busy working, he fell in with the wrong crowd and no-one was around to notice.
At the age of 14, he died of a heroin overdose.
Athena’s entire world collapsed and she spiralled for a while, she filed for a divorce from her partner and went on a headhunt for whoever it was that supplied the fatal drugs to her son. It was then that she discovered just how toxic and huge the California drug ring was. She joined LAPD, and finally, she found her calling.
As Belly reached her mid teenage years, Athena began to notice the same patterns in her that she saw in Jack, and she tried to Police it as much as she could. But, being a single Mom was hard, being a single Mom whilst also being a cop was damn near impossible.
Two years ago, Belly disappeared without a note, without a trace. Athena tracked her down to Dayton, and was able to get a promotional transfer to come to town as a sergeant. She’s kept her distance from Belly for the past eighteen months, figuring out whether this was a stop-gap or a new permentant home for her daughter. But, through this time she’s made no effort to conceal her work in investigating the town’s serious and organised crime. She’s also been in the shadows, looking out for her daughter from a distance.
But, things have been escalating recently and Athena feels like her daughter might just need her mother, whether or not she’d ever admit that out loud or to herself. So, she’s biding her time, waiting for the right time to let her presence be known.
Athena is the lead point of contact for the disappearance of Tate Weston.
She is also taking point on the investigation into Scotty Wheeler and Wheeler Industries.
Hey is that [DOVE CAMERON]? No, that’s just [RYLEIGH MEADOWS]. They’re [TWENTY-ONE], and have spent [ONE MONTH] in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of [SWEET], but also [BRATTY]. Did you hear their vices are [SEX & COFFEE]? Can’t wait to see [SHE/HER] at the next party!
tw: heavy abuse, drugs, alcohol.
full name: ryleigh danielle meadows
nickname: leigh
age: twenty-one
date of birth: june 2nd
place of birth: nowhere, ky
zodiac: gemini
gender: cis-female
nationality: american
sexual orientation: bisexual
romantic orientation: heteroromantic
relationship status: single
PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES.
height: 5′’0’
weight: 130lbs
hair color: blonde
eye color: green
need glasses/contacts? yes
tattoos: she has a gemini tattoo on her left shoulder blade, a shooting star on the front of her right hip.
distinguishing marks: she has freckles you usually can’t see unless she’s spent a fair amount of time in the sun. several jagged scars along her lower back and the backs of her thighs as well as a surgical scar on her left arm from where it was broken in three places.
BACKGROUND INFORMATION.
hometown: nowhere, ky
current residence: dayton, ca
past residences: new york, ny
living arrangement: moving in with aiden and taking up space on his couch
spoken languages: english
financial status: she has money?
education level: high school diploma, degree in culinary arts
occupation: is hoping to get a job at the bakery in dayton
likes: sex. baking literally everything (cupcakes are her favorite, though). lemonade. picnics. stargazing. that last hour before the sun begins to rise, when the world is just beginning to hum itself awake. nerds. twizzlers. candy in general. elton (her hedgehog). snakes. reading (mostly sci fi stuff). rain.
dislikes: historical movies. scary movies. mushrooms. pineapple on pizza (just no). drugs. alcohol. smoking. anything that can impair one’s judgment. babies. cats. apples. bubblegum. cigars.
quirks: rambling when she’s nervous. biting at her lip when she feels uncertain. baking, consistently when she’s stressed. feeding people. anytime she considers herself friends with someone she’s like ‘omg let me feed you’. insomnia (nightmares usually keep her awake).
HISTORY.
youth.
as far as ryleigh is concerned, aiden raised her. he’s her big brother and the only paternal figure she’s ever been able to count on. she looks up to him. she appreciates him. was she ever the rambunctious child, though - nothing could make her sit still, not even her enormous respect for aiden. jamie, her twin, though clearly taking after their sperm donor far too much, is the only person who could ever make her sit still for five seconds at a time. the only person who ever really truly helped her focus.
no, they didn’t grow up with much. they had a roof over their head and food on the table, but materialism was a pleasure they were never able to have. one of her few possessions is the library book she checked out when she was seven and refused to return. aiden paid the fine for it and let her keep it and she swore, up and down, she’d pay him back for it one day.
teenage years.
ryleigh’s terrible two’s were nothing compared to her teenage years. middle school was an awful experience because nobody wanted to be friends with her. they were scared of jamie. girls either hated her or ostracized her and there was nothing she could do to make it better. so of course, being shown any attention swept her into a fantasy there was no coming back from. she lost her virginity at fourteen, but not by choice. her second experience with sex was far better, if not equally as uncomfortable, but soon she realized how mind numbing a good lay could be. she didn’t have to think about if she’d get another meal, didn’t have to wonder why nobody wanted to be friends with her.
oh, she was such a sweetheart, though. sassy with those who hated her, kind to those who really didn’t think of her one way or another. home economics was her favorite class and when she baked her first cupcake, her path was cemented. this is what she wanted to do for a living. she got a part time job at a local bakery - they didn’t pay much and she mostly swept the floors and bused tables, but being around all of those pastries?
from baking came her love of cooking and soon, ryleigh had a knack for whipping up the finest dinners with even the simplest of ingredients. she’d found her purpose. sure, she was good at spreading her thighs and people liked that about her (since there wasn’t much else to like), but this? this she could make a living out of.
twenty-one.
aiden hated her first real boyfriend. his little sister wasn’t supposed to even think about boys. after three months, she hated her first real boyfriend, too, because he wanted to spend more time tripping out than spending time with her.
there were a few relationships between her first and the last. each one worse than the last. backwoods kentucky was hardly a place where anyone could amount to anything and there was always a constant draw to drugs and alcohol in order to escape reality. ryleigh left kentucky at eighteen because she ended up receiving a scholarship to a culinary school in new york.
she was free.
this was heaven.
until her wings were clipped and she landed in the fiery pits. because of a saccharine grin and whispered promises.
she loved hard and she loved fast. each harsh word spoken followed by a promise to be better. to do better. why she could leave every other demon, but allow satan himself to burrow inside of her, to dig so deep she became so terrified to leave, she’s never understood.
she screamed herself hoarse, pleading for him to stop. he tried to carve into her, like she was no more than a canvas for him to mold to his will. he broke her in all ways a person can be broken, but she smiled through it all. school saved her. her classes revived her. her job placated her. it wasn’t the time she’d spent a week in a hospital bed, tied to machines, because she fell down the stairs to open her eyes. nor had it been the time he felt it was necessary for her to earn her place among his group of friends. or when he’d grown bored and decided branding her was the best thing for him to do. and it hadn’t been the moment when he’d promised he would hurt jamie if she ever tried to leave him.
but when he broke her arm because she’d come home late and she couldn’t attend class for two months, nearly causing her to lose everything she worked so hard for?
ryleigh is a survivor, not a victim. she’s always looked after herself and never made it anyone’s responsibility to do it for her.
she ran. to the only safe place she could. to her brother, who is completely oblivious to the violent life ryleigh has lived. it’s a secret she’s chosen to take to her grave. a secret she’s refused to let break her. sex is still her vice of choice, but she’s survived hell and come out stronger for it and she’ll be damned if she ever allows herself to be put in that kind of situation ever again.
Hey is that [GREGG SULKIN]? No, that’s just [AUGUST COOPER]. They’re [TWENTY-THREE], and have spent [THREE MONTHS] in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of [OPTIMISTIC], but also [OBNOXIOUS]. Did you hear their vices are [PARTYING & SEXTING]? Can’t wait to see [HE/HIM] at the next party!
full name: august levi cooper
nickname: cooper. mini coop. coop de tat
age: twenty-three
date of birth: april 2
place of birth: dayton, ca
zodiac: aries
gender: cis-male
nationality: american
sexual orientation: heterosexual
romantic orientation: heteromantic
relationship status: single *
PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES.
height: 5’10
weight: 166 lbs
hair color: brunette
eye color: hazel
need glasses/contacts? yes
tattoos: he has seven ‘dragon balls’ in various places ( 1:inner wrist, 2: inner wrist, 3: shoulder blade, 4: hip , 5: behind his ear, 6: back of neck 7:ass); nightwing symbol (ankle); squirtle squad shades ( coming soon )
distinguishing marks: scar on his right leg from crashing his moped
BACKGROUND INFORMATION.
hometown: salinas, ca
current residence: dayton, ca
past residences: salinas, ca
living arrangement: family home; phaedra’s old place
spoken languages: english, japanese, vulgar words in various languages
financial status: loaded by proxy
education level: high school, college ( BA biological science )
occupation: vet tech
FAMILIAL INFORMATION.
father: maxwell cooper
mother: elizabeth cooper
siblings: maxwell cooper jr (36), summer cooper (34; heartborn), dawn cooper (32), buzz cooper (30; heartborn), willow cooper (28), skye cooper (26; heartborn)
likes: nightwing, late nights. martial arts. dbz. music. animals ( all kinds ). parties. soccer. hockey. movies. sex. pokemon. learning new things. tarot. philosophy. sunny days. tiger king ( joe exotic ). social media. tik tok. family gatherings. sexting.
dislikes: waiting. twitter. strategy games. opera. reading. bullies. people who go out of their way to make someone else feel stupid. injustice ( the video game...and the other thing he guesses ). seeing other people treated like shit. sad sacks. clutter. messy landscaping. carol fucking baskin. animal abuse.
quirks: knows karate and aikido. Has a 3rd degree black belt and used to teach in college. owns and drives a moped. loves to record himself ( mtv cribs style ). is really great with kids. surprisingly organized, his place is pretty spotless. doesnt wear shoes unless absolutely necessary. has a skin care regiment.
moral alignment: neutral good
THE RUN DOWN.
CHILDHOOD;
Cooper was born August Levi Cooper to Elizabeth and Maxwell Cooper on April 2nd twenty-three years ago in Salinas, CA.
His siblings like to refer to him as the family’s April fools surprise.
One reason being is he was very much an accident. The plan was always 3 biological and 3 adopted children. A large loving family blended with those born from blood and those from the heart.
While Cooper was unexpected, he never felt it growing up. A family consisting of nine different personalities is bound to have disputes and there have been a lot over the years, but they’ve always loved each other deeply. Family was important, a top priority always, and Coop grew up surrounded by love.
As a kid, he was always going a mile a minute. Always jabbering on, always into something. His mother, Elizabeth, never seemed to mind. If anything she embraced it using a somewhat free range approach to raising her children. She let them do as they pleased as long as they practiced reflection and responsibility after. The consequences were theirs whatever decisions were made.
So if he wanted to take apart the toaster, fine. He had to put it back together. If not? He would be working to pay for a new one. Want to stay up all night watching anime? Fine. If he fell asleep and failed his quiz the next day? The tv was gone.
It was a process for Cooper, who multiple teachers recommended that he take some form of medication for his outbursts and inability to follow directions without being distracted or derailing the entire class. His mother refused, but she did begin to focus on helping him regulate and make better choices.
Did it work? Eh. But he managed to scrape by.
But where he lacked impulse control, Cooper made up in kindness. He always the first to volunteer to help, whether it involved the teacher or another student. He’d give away his lunch money to someone he thought needed it or sit with the kids that seemed alone, talking their heads off about the latest thing he saw on late night tv.
He was the kind of kid you dreaded and loved all at once and if you ask him, he’ll tell you his childhood was a wonderful thing.
Some highlights include, starting Karate at age 5. Martial arts was one, if not the only way, to really get Cooper to slow down and focus. It was and still is a passion for him. He earned his black belt by age 9, his second degree by 11, and his 3rd by 14, making him one of the youngest in the county to have a 3rd degree blackbelt.
Began learning Japanese at age seven. It started as self teaching, but eventually his parents brought in a tutor.
ADOLESCENCE;
As he hit his preteen years, Cooper began to play sports. Soccer was his poison of choice and he was good...but some of the other kids found him to be odd. He was the youngest of seven, so there were always jokes made about the rag tag crew or about how he spent more time talking about japanese cartoons, comics and superheroes than he did the sport or the usual topics. Small, he was picked at, but Cooper? He never really noticed.
He was the butt end of jokes, but always the first to laugh. He was confident, even then, that the things his ‘friends’ did were often in good fun and never to take advantage of him or be malicious. Even when his trips to the principal's office became more frequent and his detentions began to pile up, he insisted things were fine. He was loyal and they just had different ways of showing their friendship to him.
He was sixteen when a new kid moved to town and his friends turned their attention to him. Coop thought they were looking to welcome him into the fold, he was a bit quiet, always reading, kinda awkward, but the more time they spent with him, the more Cooper started to notice the shit way they were treating him. The jokes they had used on Cooper, they were funny to him, but this kid? Not so much. It didn’t take long before he began to see their relationship with this kid and their relationship with him? They weren’t harmless and in one very explosive day, Cooper not only stood up for the kid, but may have broken his best friend’s jaw.
He was ousted from the soccer team. Fine. He needed new friends. Fine. He had one and that was fine with him. He took it all in stride. Stayed confident and though he had a nasty mark on his record, his parents were proud he finally stood up for himself and someone else. In the end, his dad able to make it go away, but still.
That summer, on a mission to be his own man and less of a sheep, he began frequenting the local game shop. He’d play in the pokemon league, try out various boardgames and chill. It became a home away from home and where he met Callum ‘Goodie’ Goodrich, the closest person to a little brother he’s ever had.
They started as rivals, which some might consider odd considering the age difference, but Coop respected the kid and his skill. It was never an angry or aggressive thing. Goodie had a sense of humor and Coop was too easy going and before long they were exchanging tips and just hanging out for the sake of hanging out.
When things began to get rough for Goodie, Cooper didn’t ask. It wasn’t his business, but he began to notice a change...so he began inviting Goodie home for dinners, hang out sessions, etc. His family didn’t mind, if anything they enjoyed having him around and soon Goodie became an honorary Cooper.
In the three years that followed, Cooper juggled a lot of different things. He began helping at his dojo as well as the local animal shelter and his partying streak started up.
At eighteen, he was granted access to the ‘family ranch’, his parents attempting to let their children get whatever they needed out of their system. Rather than sneak around and drink or smoke or fuck, the ranch was available. It was a risk, especially for his father, a judge, but as loving and great as his family was? Their moral code wasn’t quite in line with the rest of society. His father had no qualms as long as they had some common sense. Were there hiccups? Yes. But they managed. There were six before him, so by the time Cooper came around, they knew what guidelines to lay down.
It was wild year, definitely one of the most fun he’d ever had. His grades though? They suffered. School wasn’t exactly top priority and to him, that was fine. Why did a bunch of numbers have to dictate his life?
It wasn’t until he decided he wanted to help animals for a living did he realize good grades were probably a good thing. But by then it was too late to get in anywhere prestigious. Which was fine. He made his bed and he was quick to figure something else out.
He decided on taking a gap year so he doubled down on volunteering and started learning aikido while continuing his partying and hanging with Goodie.
Or at least until he disappeared. One day he just...stopped coming in. Cooper figured he was sick or just rough off, but when he couldn’t get in touch with him, he genuinely began to worry. He even went as far to check the news...and saw the headline. It hit him hard and his dad, despite being in the court system, had no info. That whole summer, he had to just, keep checking out the shop and hope he’d run into him. But as the days went on, it became clear his friend was gone… hopefully to some situation that was much better.
Cooper finished up the summer and went off to school the next August.
TWENTIES;
Not that he went far. He spent four years at a college between his home town and Dayton, CA. Phaedra, his grandmother, and his grandfather helped him pay for his schooling so he began visiting Dayton during the summer. He spent most of it in Salinas but he’d spend a few weeks in Dayton.
His time in Dayton was mostly spent helping Phaedra or working at the local shelter. But by the time he hit 21, partying was added to that roster.
One bachelor’s degree and a certificate later and here he is. Vet school is something he’s thought about but his grandfather passed away last year and Phaedra needed some assistance with the house.
So while she’s off jet setting to ease the pain, Cooper’s taking responsibility for the upkeep of her Dayton home. He has no clue about home repair, but he’s more than happy to squat, make sure she’s not robbed and start work in a town that’s always kept him hype.
Hey is that [KJ APA]? No, that’s just [MCKENNA BENSON]. They’re [TWENTY-ONE], and have spent [A SPORADIC COUPLE YEARS] in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of [NEIGHBOURLY], but also [SELF-DESTRUCTIVE]. Did you hear their vices are [MEDIOCRE DICK & BAD RELATIONSHIPS]? Can’t wait to see [HIM] at the next party!
Wow surprise. I’m back here. I quit my day job and took a wild leap of bad faith so let’s go all the way to the 9th circle. If we have old plots you wanna strike up, feel free to HMU or you can check out my new connections here. Mckenna’s bio for the most part is the same, if you remember it, but if you don’t, here’s a longer, better written and more in-depth dive into this little has-been’s life.
TLDR; He is a former child-star and a household name after scoring a role on an after-school TV show called Ben Cherry that rocketed his career into the stratosphere by the time he turned 18. He was kind of a big deal up-and-comer, even when his reputation started going side-ways from golden boy to party boy. News broke over a Hollywood scandal that brought light to his exploitation by the industry and set off a chain of events that sent him spiraling out of control and eventually, to Dayton.
Things that have changed:
Mckenna’s sober. Surprise! It’s been about six weeks since he got out of some bougie Beverly Hills facility. He’s fragile.
His disappearance from Dayton was a result of another overdose which had his parents notified of his whereabouts. They’re in Dayton now to ‘support his recovery’ since he refuses to go back to LA to live, work or testify. In reality, his mother’s just micromanaging his life and exacerbating his anger management issues.
Mckenna’s still happy-go-lucky, but it’s far more less genuine without the ample lubrication of drugs and alcohol. He’s more of a powder keg waiting to blow. Almost manic in his kindness like he’s overcompensating for not actually feeling good.
In an act of silent rebellion, Mckenna decided to take up boxing at the local gym. Nothing like having burly men smash up mom’s most prized possession (his face) to say fuck you to her attempts to working him up to making a comeback.
His masochistic tendencies have grown tenfold.
So has his appetite for dick.
Has since learned the definition of bisexuality but he’s come to terms with just how much he loves dick, helped by his mother’s abject refusal to accept it. Mckenna isn’t about to rock the boat with his family around but repressing his desires only makes him hornier in private.
The result is a plethora of terrible relationships with (including, but not exclusive to): not-gay best friends, old married men, old married women, geriatrics, people who deny him in the daylight, clout chasers, starfuckers, past abusers, microwaved grapefruit, your partner, etc.
Triggered by the news and camera flashes.
He’s still unable to tell the difference between who’s genuine to him and who’s not, nor is he able to differentiate between love and sex. He’s a great friend, not so much a great lover, even if he has a big heart.
Talks a lot about absolutely nothing still.
Lives with his folks in a big fancy house his childhood paid for.
No longer works at the strip club but his reputation precedes him. He’s a personal trainer at the gym now.
He’s got his learner’s.
Still incredibly traumatized and damaged but he’s trying.
Hey is that [OLIVIA WILDE]? No, that’s just [MARISSA HARRISON]. They’re [THIRTY], and have spent [TWO WEEKS] in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of [PHILANTROPIC], but also [HOT-HEADED]. Did you hear their vices are [ALCOHOL & MONEY]? Can’t wait to see [SHE/HER] at the next party! (TARA, 25, SHE, GMT)
Bullet Introduction:
AGE: thirty
BIRTHPLACE: las vegas, nevada
PREVIOUS RESIDENCE: manhatten, new york
CURRENT RESIDENCE: dayton, california
OCCUPATION: CEO W&W - whiskey & wine tasting company. previously CEO of lucky casinos & hotels.
FAMILY:
peggy harrison - nurse - 55 (resides in las vegas, nevada)
Marissa Harrison was born and raised in Las Vegas, Nevada. Her Mother and Father met working in the city hospital, he was a Surgeon, she was his scrub nurse. They worked long, hard hours, and partyed just as hard in true Vegas style. The two were inseperable and despite being junior staff, they made their department the best surgical team four years running. That was until little baby Marissa came along. She was unplanned, and if you were to ask Alexander, unwanted. It was a drunken night, the condom had broken, then there were two lines on a piss test.
Peggy did her best by Marissa during her childhood. Alexander swapped the casinos for bottles of whiskey on the couch and by the time Marissa was 12, the marriage had broken down completely. Now a Senior Surgeon, Alexander filed for divorce and moved to London. He didn’t even say goodbye. Peggy continued to do the best she could, picking up extra shifts in the hospital to keep the roof over their head. But, because of that, Marissa had no company at home and had to learn to fend for herself.
Aged 16, Marissa took up a daytime job working in a casino as a cleaner. She worked hard, grafting as much as she could. Vegas didn’t have any real good schools, so she had to earn enough to both support her Mom and raise enough so she could go to a good school, and get herself out of Vegas. At 17, the company she worked for, Lucky Casino, put out a competition amongst staff to design a new shop floor including a budget breakdown and explaination as to why they think it would work better than the current layout. Marissa’s won. At such a young age, it was technically illegal to promote Marissa into a junior management position in a casino, so the owner made her his personal secretary instead, bypassing the laws. In a year, she had helped boost the income revenue of the company by 65% and cut down expenses by 30% whilst maintaining a happy working team. On her 18th birthday, Marissa was headed to graduate high school as valedictorian and was earning almost $2.5K a month.
Marissa decided not to go to college. She stayed with the company which fed her ambitions and nutured her growth. They expanded, opening up a new casino-hotel on the centre of the strip. Six months later, they opened up casinos in New York, Boston and Chicago. Marissa was flown to New York and put up on the Upper East Side as the owner of the New York branch. She accelerated and went above her station, constantly improving service and pumping money into her bosses pockets, and her own. At 20, the CEO, an old friend, died of a stroke. He passed the company to her. She was the youngest CEO in the game, and her company was the fastest growing in the world.
Aged 24, Marissa met a girl named Delilah Daniels. The two became friends instantly. Then, they became inseperable. They partied hard, shopped harder and, eventually, fell for one another. But it wasn’t all that easy. Both had commitment issues, but as Marissa worked to overcome hers, Delilah couldn’t. They went around and around in a cycle that tore apart every part of Marissa. Their love was a hurricane that sucked in and destroyed everyone in their lives. Then, after 2 and a half years of getting together, Delilah running away and then coming back, Delilah killed herself.
Marissa lived in the bottom of a bottle for months. She managed to stay working for the company, but not for long. Within 6 months, Marissa had managed to convince herself that Delilah wasn’t dead, and began to live in a world of hallucinations and illusion. She reclused to her penthouse for weeks at a time, the New York tabloids would speculate and the company would shut it down, but the cost of covering her and covering up for her became too much for the board. They called for her removal. She was paid out of her ten-year. Having made enough to never really have to work again, Marissa shut herself away from the world, and pushed everyone she knew away. She lived in a world of make-believe for almost 2 years.
It wasn’t until she recieved news that her old best friend had died from an overdose that she snapped back into reality. Hayden and Marissa had been the best of friends since she landed in New York. He had spent a lot of the time homeless, or between homes, and whilst he never accepted a penny of Marissa’s (even though she offered every goddamn day), he would always take her up on a warm bed and a hot coffee. The grief of his passing brought back the reality of Delilah’s and the reality of what her life had become.
Suddenly feeling like she had to catch up on lost time, Marissa threw herself into trying to clean herself up and sort her life out. She went to therapy, started jogging, reading self-help books, and even went sober. She even sparked back up an old friendship, that had always been more than just a friendship. But she moved on, and Marissa was left alone again.
New York began to suffocate her, the concreate jungle bearing down on her everywhere she went. So, a few months ago she began looking for somewhere else to go. She couldn’t go home, she hadn’t spoken to her Mother for years. The guilt of that was too much to face. But, the West coast had always been good to her. It was where it all happened, wasn’t it? California was supposed to be nice. Then she came across this little town that seemed to stand out amongst the crowd... Dayton.
Is that [HERO FIENNES TIFFIN]? No, that’s just [GRAHAM BRADFORD]. They’re [TWENTY TWO], and have spent [A SHORT OF TIME] in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of [SWEET], but also [MOODY]. Did you hear their vices are [SEX AND MONEY]? Can’t wait to see [HIM] at the next party! (LINE/LILI - 19 - SHE/HER - GMT.)
name: GRAHAM BRADFORD.
nickname: G.B / GRAHAMS
age: 22 years old
birthday: 03/06/97
hometown: LONDON , ENGLAND.
Current Residence: DAYTON, OH
relationship status: YOUNG WILD FREE.
children: n/a
siblings: NONE.
sexual orientation: BISEXUAL.
BACKGROUND:
Graham comes from a family that is doing well financially. his father is a bureaucrat while his mother is a stylist. he is an only child and didn't have lot of love given when he was young due to his parents, always traveling.
he never had a problem with people and had a lot of friends when he was in elementary school and then in high school. those friends that he got back in London were toxic. always taking him into thing that wasn't really legal but the more money he got between his hands, the better.
Graham attracts a lot of girls and boys and that makes him a little too powerful. though, he know that some days, he will fall in love, he just live in the moment and hookups with as many people as he can.
He had to change schools and high school many times since he skipped schools often and he was the instigator of the virginity game in many school he got accepted in.
His parents didn't like it too much when their son was with his friends because he often ended up in jail or either in magazines.
he know he has to change and that's why he has accepted to leave London to come around here in Clayton. But bad habits dies hard.
