Childhood Home: A traditional Edwardian brownstone on the best street in the heart of Albany. Grace spent quite the happy childhood here, surrounded by the art and antiques that she grew to love. Even preferring to be inside around them then at the park across the street. She made certain the house stayed restored after her parent’s death, and still visits it whenever she can.
Island Home: Only the most stately of Art Deco mansions for the island queen. The home is large and flawlessly decorated, yet retains more of a homey feel rather than a don’t-touch-anything museum. Grace adores entertaining, and always wishes for her guests to feel welcome. When she’s not there, you can find her in her beloved antique shop, Forgotten Memories, which she adores as much as her home.
Childhood Home: An ancestral estate in County Galway. No expense had ever been spared in the generations who inhabited the home, but it never felt like anything but an ostentatious show of wealth to Ciaran. He never did truly connect with the home, though he is proud of it now and works to make sure that is is kept good condition.
Island Home: A rustic one bedroom/one bathroom cabin that he shares with Kai and their companions, it is much more reflective of Ciaran’s simplistic style. He restored it himself and marked his territory nearby, further strengthening his connection to the home and land. The other place where he takes equal pride and feels almost as comfortable is his pub, Dark Moon.
Childhood Home: A cheery country farm home in Alta Vista, Kansas. The rooms were few but large, so Daisy and her sisters always shared a bedroom. Her happy childhood was spent on the farm, helping her father with the orchards and animals and her mother in the kitchen.
Island Home: Before and after her claim with Scott, Daisy lived in the cells. She has several places where she feels comfortable, but the main one would be the Ghost Orchid Apothecary. There she is aloud to be around and work with the magic that she loves.
Childhood Home: A pretty typical Greenwich mansion, classic and colonial in looks and filled with the appropriate amount of arts and antiques. The basement was converted into a studio for Evelyn and Grayson to practice their various artistic endeavors.
Island Home: A charming two bedroom/two bathroom Victorian close to town. It boasts a pool and gardens, and Evelyn had the attic converted into a small art studio. She also considers her art supply shop, Mind’s Eye, to be another place where she feels at home.
Childhood Home: Magnolia Hill in the outskirts of New Orleans. The home has been in the Fontenot family for generations, and is now a museum/tour home. Qhuinn spent a rather idyllic childhood here, climbing trees, riding her horse Absinthe, and exploring the neighboring woods and bayou.
Island Home: A cozy two bedroom/two bathroom cottage on the edge of the woods and the beach. The kitchen was what sold it for Qhuinn, and she honestly considers it the kitchen of her dreams. Qhuinn also considers her bakery. Southern Moon, to be her home away from home and a place where she is fully comfortable.
Hearing her phone buzz, hoping it was Elisa as she saw her name pop up on the screen, Kenzie couldn’t help but smile. She nodded. “Thank the Lord,” Kenzie said in a Faux Southern Accent. Awesome, how does Macy’s sound? I can pick you up from work. Getting up from her chair in her bedroom, Kenzie made her way toward the kitchen to grab a Luna Bar. Looking at all the different flavors that she had. She loved Luna Bars since they were all natural and healthy for you. Sure, she loved the occasional cheat day, she tried the best she could to remain healthy. It was crazy, but she tried her best and at the end of the day, that was all that Kenzie could do. Grabbing her favorite flavor she started to eat it and lean against the kitchen counter.
Looking at her phone, she felt it vibrate in her hands once again, seeing that she wanted to meet for lunch. She was a game as she started to reply to her and pressing send. As she got ready to meet her, she didn’t really need to wear anything flashy to meet with Elisa. She was lazy today and she didn’t really give a shit. She put on a pair of leggings and a dark red loose fitting shirt. Putting Uggs onto her feet, she was still cold, even though it was Springtime. She hated the cold and wanted Summer more than anything else. She was a California girl and she was not used to such harsh winters or for it to even begin to warm up.
Thankful it was at least a nice day outside, Kenzie looked up at the sunshine that crept over her entire body. She felt instantly happy as she walked toward the parking garage that housed her car. Seeing all the taxis whiz past her, she was thankful she did not have to take a taxi. It was something that bothered her and as much as she hated driving, she hated them more so. Despite being in a horrible car accident a few years back she would rather take driving into her own hands than have someone else do it for her. It terrified her to be behind the wheel, but it scared her even more when she wasn’t the one in control.
Getting into her car, she started it and pulled out, heading toward their favorite take out place with Elisa. After driving through all the traffic, she arrived and pulled into a parking spot. Locking her car she made her way inside and when they asked her how many she looked around. “I think my friend is here…” Kenzie looked passed them and nodded. “There she is. Thank you” Walking toward the table that Elisa was at, Kenzie smiled hugely and gave her a tight hug. “Hmm… How have you been, lovely?” Kenzie pulled away and sat across from her, looking over the menu. They loved this place because it had everything and she was hungry, even though she had just eaten a Luna Bar.
children: Arthur ‘Artie’ Marinez, age 10 (Jentzen Ramirez)
community: loner
faceclaim: America Ferara
short biography.
After the camps were destroyed by raiders, Theo saw no reason to stay. Once she had enough supplies, she turned west and didn’t look back. For a while, she roamed southward until she found another settlement. There she met a young man who shared her love of travel, and after a few years they set out on the road together. It wasn’t long before Theo realized she was pregnant. The realization put a crack between the couple; a crack that soon turned into a canyon. The man left Theo just outside San Francisco. The young woman was able to find a small group of survivors a few weeks later, where she gave birth to a boy she named Arthur. Although she was urged to stay with the group, Theo soon packed her things -and her son- and moved on. At first she wasn’t sure of her destination, but as the years passed by she found herself back in a slowly rebuilding Cheyenne. Back among familiar faces, she decided to settle down and raise her son as best she could.
headcannons
doesn’t trust anyone but herself and apollo -anyone else is regarded with at least some caution, even if she knew them from before.
collects books of any kind, from history to cheesy romances. there’s an entire room filled with books in the house she’s fixed up (or tried to, anyway)
doesn’t take any shit. you insult her or her son, you get punched. no exceptions.
connections.
Apollo Little — the two had a close bond before Theo left, and it remained strong through the years. While Theo is staying in Cheyenne mostly for her son, there’s something else keeping her in the run down city.
Mama Hendricks — while Theo knows a lot of things, parenting isn’t one of them. fortunately mama used to be a teacher, and helps teach Artie what Theo can’t on her own.
Isabella Rodriguez — Theo took a shine to the young girl shortly after she returned, and made an effort to help her when she could. but one Isabella’s plans were discovered, Theo became to determined to keep her family safe -at any cost.
Kit Landry — on her return, Theo was incredibly happy to find another book collecter. The two women often get together to trade books or simply read in the company of another living person.
By all accounts, Charlie had been lucky. They’d escaped most fights with only a few scrapes. But their luck couldn’t last forever. It ran out the same night the raiders attacked the Capitol. Charlie and the others had been forced to retreat farther and father inside the building. They were seperated from the others and ran back to their workshop, hoping to find their knife. Instead they found a raider going through their projects. As the two fought, one of the machines was damaged. It exploded, killing the raider and blinding Charlie. They barely managed to make it out of the burning building, hurt and disoriented. They tried to make it to the other campsites but by the time they arrived, they were all destroyed by the raiders. Charlie salvaged what they could and made their way back to the Capitol, where they could get their bearings.
It took a long time, but eventually Charlie became acustomed to their new life. They made a mental map of the city, and used their senses to navigate and know when someone else was close. By the time they became used to fighting blind, guns had long since stopped working and they were able to take on raiders more easily.They stayed in the center of the city, going out daily to scavenge. Fortunatly they were able to find most of what they needed, and anything else they could trade for with their few remaining allies. Other than trading, they kept to themselves. Whatever raiders they encountered, they knocked out and looted. Any infected were met with a swift jab to the bridge of the nose between the eyes.
h e a d c a n o n s —
They desperately miss music, now more than ever. When they’re in their apartment and safe, they’ll wind up the hand-crank CD player and dance to the soft music.
Charlie makes a point of refusing to kill unless absolutely necessary. Although the raiders and infected intend to kill them, they hold the responsibility of the raider killed in the explosion and loathe the idea of taking more lives.
Whenever they get the ingredients, Charlie is happy to cook for other people. It gives them a chance to use their knife and to be around other people.
p l o t s
Callum Saxon- The two began to work together a few years after the raids, trading supplies and working on various mechanic projects.
Ajay Dale- Charlie found him a few months after the attack. Although it was too late to save their sight, Ajay helped fix them up as best he could. Charlie still vists the man, trading whatever they’ve got for medical supplies and someone to talk to.
w a n t e d p l o t s —
Someone to occasionally stop by and check up on them
