name/alias: Alec
age: 26
preferred pronouns: they/them
timezone: est
how long have you been roleplaying? many years like since middle school
favorite faces: matthew daddario , the rest of the shadowhunters cast. :D <3
favorite plots/tropes: romance , big families , mix matched roommates.
what you’re looking forward to: rping with new people i always love that. :) <3
tell us about you/anything else!!! : I’m a huge shy nerdy hufflepuff :D <3
name/alias: justin
age: 28
preferred pronouns: he/him
timezone: central
how long have you been roleplaying? oh man... on and off since i was fifteen years old... i think like 8 years total give or take a few months.
favorite faces: xavier serrano, dylan o’brien, niall horan, brenton thwaites, shawn mendes, tom holland, jamie dornan, bo develius, jordan fisher, tye sheridan, dacfre montgomery, ansel elgort, cole sprouse, grant gustin, more and more
favorite plots/tropes: older x younger, fluffy marriages/engagements, besties to lovers, enemies to lovers, idk man i have a lot, lately i’ve been into fwbs who fall in love.
what you’re looking forward to: meeting everyone and just having fun and laughing over stuff, trying to write with everyone.
i like to think i’m hilarious, so sorry for the terrible jokes.
it's raining through the window but I like it that way
you’d guess from his goofy exterior, his neverending smile and his energy that could rival any kid on a pack of sour patch kids that freddie had ever had a bad time in his life. he didn’t know the meaning of despair, nor had he ever faced a moment of difficulty from the day he was born. ‘fuckboi fred’ as he’s affectionately known seems blessed- beyond any sort of notion of having a bad thought in his head or any knock to his self-esteem.
such preconceptions would be wrong.
tw: child and spousal abuse, suicide & self-harm
frederick wilbur donald hayworth homard was born on a rainy summer’s day, where the tarmac sizzled with evaporating water which was warm when it hit your skin. hair frizzed within minutes of leaving the comfort of your home, and a slick of sweat would embrace any person’s skin no matter their tolerance to humidity. it was uncharacteristically hot for maine, and an uncharacteristically happy day in the life of fred’s mother.
wilbur homard and julia hayworth married in a dizzying whirlwind- julia was pregnant, with catholic parents, and wilbur’s well-to-do mother and father couldn’t bear the thought of those around him thinking he’d gone off the rails with someone deeply religious. they could feign the appearance of happiness (although they had been happy in the beginning, blissful and just two seventeen year olds in love), but a baby took its toll. neither were prepared nor mature enough to have a screaming infant keeping them up at all hours. wilbur’s family still maintained the expectation that he would go to an ivy league school, and the studying no doubt had a negative effect on their relationship. but they were stubborn, unable to want to give up on something their parents needed so badly to maintain their sanity and dedicated on making it work just as a middle finger.
the arguing started around wilbur’s second year into harvard, when fred was 3. one of his earliest memories was sitting on a hardwood floor behind a pair of curtains, trying to drown out the enraged screams of his parents while he played with a thomas train set. the first slap wasn’t until a year later; freddie remembered his mother’s tears as she tried to do his homework with a reddened cheek.
they maintained the perfect illusion of a married-young but completely in love family for most. but behind closed doors, the anger escalated. wilbur didn’t lay his hands on his son- not at first. but after a particularly drunken night, a rough day at med school, and a stressful day packing to see the family for christmas, fred’s overenthusiastic shrieks made the man snap. the bruise was only on his ribs; easy to hide. he only cried for an hour, thinking it was an accident as any 6 year old who loved his father might. his mother held him in shaking arms, a skinny young thing whose own bruises were forming from large welts. they were hopeless and only finding themselves more trapped.
the marks only appeared about once a week, and were always somewhere easy to hide. never on the face, his dad would announce. only somewhere they wouldn’t be found, could be covered up with clothes. julia would be peppered with abuse on the backs of her legs; she shied away from skirts, and only wore long sleeves as she began to cut her own arms. despite needing to protect her son she was drowning in her own depression, an isolated and dying shell wilting into the background of a painting. she prayed to god obsessively, kept her son home so she could ‘apologise’, took the abuse and refused to talk for days after.
fred was eleven when she finally took her own life, leaving a note that she was with god now. it was then that social services took him in, found the abrasions on his skin; gave him the opportunity to finally tell everyone about what his dad had done. he was sent to live with his paternal grandparents, whose tears shook their whole bodies when they learned of the atrocities of their only son. freddie was taken in, given the earth and more to try and quell whatever trauma had arisen from his horrific first years.
luckily, it worked for the most part. freddie grafted, fell in love with film and news, catching the bad guys and putting them on show for the world. he found some happiness, living in the joy his mother would have wanted for him. he was intelligent but not confident enough to truly let it show; instead playing the fool, the happy clown with comic relief. but he was a shoulder to cry on, and someone with true insight.
fred worked hard- interned non-stop for newspapers, media agencies, photographers, any minor company that was shooting anything to do with tv. he went to college for tv production and broadcast journalism. he gained an ego, some charisma, a loud voice. by some small miracle he graduated with a solid gpa, a good group of friends and the offer of a full time production internship on a well known morning show. he found happiness with it, cutting through the majority of his awful past (which he rarely told people of, though it wasn’t a secret). the nights of crying himself to sleep, of nightmares and cold sweats at 4am became fewer and fewer, so much so that if he tried hard enough fred could forget his life had existed before he lived with his grandparents.
fuckboi freddie is kinda how his name suggests. he’s complete trash, got a lot of personality, says what’s on his mind, can be a lil bit rude but loves having a laugh. he’s positive and full of joy, enthusiastic and just a general goofball. most would live under the impression that he’s a bit of a dumbass- not entirely true, but he doesn’t take a lot seriously, and as a result just doesn’t ‘do smart things’. he does a lot of pot, doesn’t give any fucks, constantly compliments himself, dances like a drunk dad at all spare moments, eats a lot of junk food and is religious about not working out or taking care of his lungs. but he’s a fearlessly hard worker, who’s full of big ideas and provides genuine ideas that are well developed and consisted of significant levels of thought. he sees things as they are, has a great deal or wisdom and insight, and isn’t afraid to speak his mind. if anyone has problems, it’s reasonable to talk to him and expect a comforting hug and some agony aunt-style words. but that life comes in flashes and scraps; just like the nights where he still wakes up screaming, or cries for hours over losing his mother. being happy is easier and healthier. it’s the bridge between life and death. and it’s the only way he survives.
name/alias: rocky
age: twenty seven -shiver-
preferred pronouns: he/him
timezone: gmt
how long have you been roleplaying? it’s gotta be over ten years now, which is just crazy, okay?
favorite faces: nico tortorella, cody christian, niall horan, pietro borelli, liam payne, zayn malik, dylan o’brien, brant daugherty, jesse lee soffer. i have more, like a LOT more
favorite plots/tropes: i love messy plots, because i’m trash. plus give me some big families because i love getting in on them. also i like doing friend groups based off of tv show characters, because they can be so much fun omg.
what you’re looking forward to: meeting people and getting my postin’ on!
tell us about you/anything else!!! infp, slytherpuff (altho more hufflepuff than slytherin), i work in retail and the struggle is real, i also have an addiction to rupaul’s drag race and i like to do baking in my spare time, so cookies for all!
22 // odd jobs (currently: bartender, occasional barista, drug dealer, occasional camgirl) // natalia dyer
tropes coming
p much she's a triplet; gets along rly well with her one sister but the other one and her butt heads a lot, and the other sister plays mediator. got in trouble on and off through school -- just couldn't sit still, nothing kept her attention, etc. her parents sent her to boarding school bc of behavior and in the end she got kicked out and came home a year later.... made some new friends her sophomore year since she got back, and they're her ride or dies..... went on a summer-long road trip in the summer of 2017 and just kinda fell in love with all the different kinds of people and places there are, and now wants to do something with traveling like a blog or photography or something~ huge into music and the outdoors, loves to smoke weed, probably super in tune to the moon cycles and shit like that. her family is loaded but she doesn’t like to accept money from them?? so she works like 35 random jobs here and there to make money and she’s happy abt it
resting bitch face was practically made to describe sutton; she rolls her eyes so much it’s a shocker she’s never seen her brain. has a major fear of being alone and because of that has fallen into a polyamorous relationship and honestly it’s the happiest she’s ever been. super down to earth and very not high maintenance. once worked for a doctor’s office as the secretary but got fired when she was caught out back smoking (cigarettes, thankfully) and texting instead of doing her job. hella into technology, is involved in like 15 group chats, and has way too active of a presence in social media.
is actually rly smart, just fucking hated school; she is fluent in three other languages (ASL, latin, and french) -- working on learning two-three other languages bc why not? deals drugs on the site, is almost always high. amazing at playing poker and 100% will swindle you out of your money. believes that aliens and all things paranormal exist, is a wiccan, and will fight you even if she’s only 5′2″.
character needs: the other two thirds of her face -- her sisters! i have a lot of feels about this so tbh keep ur eyes peeled for that detailed request. her friends that she went on a summer-long cross country trip, from maine to so-cal, during the summer of 2017 -- same age as her, became friends during her sophomore year after she returned from boarding school, thick as thieves. her spoopy crew!!! (elise is requesting that one.) the rest of her poly-lovers!!!
- danny is the store manager for one of the most popular adolescent-frequented spots in maine, a little place called hot topic (in a mall outside of aurora falls)
- assistant coaches a youth soccer team
- currently an undergraduate student studying health and sports education and wants to teach middle school when he’s done
- has lived here for about fifteen years. before this, he was born and raised in el paso, tx
- friends, friends, and lots of em ok. he thrives on the energy created when he’s surrounded by others
- family. he grew up with three cousins and a younger brother, so five rowdy boys in an el paso duplex. the family’s more conservative but danny and his brother have more or less broken from what’s considered the “norm” to their parents
- roommates. he’s one of four! check halea’s request out here!
- co-workers: assistant managers, sales associates, district managers, give him all the hot topic people. feel free to fling retail memes my way pls ty
- love? i’d like him to have a friend from class or anywhere else who he’s crushing on? and he’s making it painfully obvious but they’re just the clueless type, meanwhile danny’s insides feel like they’re liquefying each time a pick-up line goes over hot guy/girl/whoever’s head
**love me and give danny some plots! you can find me here or easily tag me on discord (k-lena #5192)**