TEMPEST

[tempestfm]

✦ TATI GABRIELLE,NON BINARY , THEY/SHE ✦ TEMPEST KANG the TWENTY SIX year old has been in Hidehill for ALL THEIR LIFE and was a FAMILY FRIEND to Jade Parker, the missing first murder victim. Whispers on the streets are that the ARTIST who lives in HAGFIELD. They are said to be OPINIONATED and LOUD but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves.

Name: Tempest Kang

Age: Twenty Six

Gender and Pronouns: Non-Binary & They/She.

Birthdate and Sign: 12 July 1996, Cancer

Occupation: Artist, previously bartender & personal assistant

Education: Graduated from community college locally before moving on to Savannah college of Art and Design

Sexuality: Pansexual

Pets: A frenchie named Miles (Davis), an awkward greyhound mix named Nina (Simone), and two Scottish Folds (Frieda and Elton).

Traits: Loud, Opinionated, Loyal, Ready to throw hands, Determined, Creative, Compassionate, Sarcastic (and willing to roast you & your mama), Educated, Expressive, Explosive, Funny, Honest (but brutally so).

Triggers: Identity Struggles, Overdose/Drug use, Parental Death, Plane Crash

At first, growing up was going well for them. They enjoyed having a built in best friend in their sister, and never missed a chance to make people believe they really were inseparable. Their bond with Sasha never changed, but the view of the family was altered easily as they both grew into young adults.

The requirements some of their fathers culture considered normal started to make them uncomfortable early. Sasha had no issues with learning them or dressing up, but Tempest came to hate them damage it would do on their hair and their self image to be forced into dresses, make up, and a bunch of shit now, looking back, they’d tell you they were too young for.

They became the rebel of the two, early. Part of that was because they were, but the other part? It was because they had a tendency to take the fall for their sister, adopting a sort of big sister mentality even if they were twins. They’d always been able to protect Sasha that way, and it was something they’d been proud of. But, that pride definitely took a hard hit and never bounced back when their parents died.

The two of them were separated initially, and Tempest blamed themself for all of it, even the death of their parents. They thought that if they had been easier to deal with, if they hadn’t made everything an uphill battle, hadn’t rebelled so hard, somehow it would have made a difference. Then, when they were separated from Sasha for a year before Rowan took them both in and brought Tempest back to town, they didn’t know what to do.

The year was hell in trying to grieve for not only the loss of their parents but the loss of Sasha. They called, texted, messaged, but it wasn’t the same. Eventually, feeling isolated and hurt, they turned turned to drugs and allowed anything that would silence their pain, and the screaming in their head, until one night they’d taken too many. It wasn’t on purpose, but the effects were the same and three days in the hospital, changed a lot of things.

They saw a therapist after that, they introduced them to art therapy which started to help them heal, but also learn more about something they were already talented with. So, they eventually followed that dream, and was able to put the smallest silver lining on the tragedy that tried to define both them and their sisters life.

Connection ideas

Fellow Artists

Someone/s who cannot stand this bitch (I love a good enemies to lovers, bonus points)

Those who grew up with them

Someone/s who kept in touch when they were isolated after their parents died and moved away for a year

Highschool sweethearts or something along those lines, who knows what’s really happening now

Hook ups with varying levels of complication or lack of and know how to act right and enjoy a simple friends with benefits

The exception to the rule trope

Regulars turned friends from when they were a bartender before

Someone/s that like to get moderately fucked up and have deep conversations, or literally let them paint on their back/stomach/skin, climb on the roof and look at stars, you know - casual intimacy shit

[tempestfm]

Jordan would be just inconvenient enough to have them standing there, looking crazy, attempting to defend actions that they knew damn well were stupid. That however, was the thing about addiction. It wasn’t simple, it wasn’t easy, there was no single, straight path forward. Tempest curled a hand around their hip, the other one allowed fingers to pinch the bridge of their nose as if they needed to fend off the headache this was giving. “I know you think he had a drink, and fuck he probably did, but you don’t just flip a switch as get sober. I can’t believe this man got me out here sounding like I’m defending his ass, but here the fuck we are.” @heatherxjones

[tempestfm]

“You don’t owe her shit.” Tempest has said these words a thousand times, a thousand different ways, and it still doesn’t seem to get though. Tough love is usually not their style when it comes to Lennox, but maybe this is the only way. A small sigh, before a hand waves between the two of them as if they don’t know how to express it in words. “You have just convinced yourself you do, but if she throws that phone at your head again; I’m gonna go upside hers.” @thelennoxmacher

[tempestfm]

edithteller​:

status: open! @hidehillstart  location: upt!

“That can’t possibly be legal.”

“That shit is called none of my business.” Said with emphasis on business. “I’m buying shots, I’m too black to be out here when the cops come. You down?”

[tempestfm]

PERCY 📲 TEMPEST

Percy: top 3 favorite pizza toppings

Percy: ready?

Percy: go!

Tempest: mushrooms, pepperoni, extra cheese

Tempest: did i pass the test?

[tempestfm]

wrenfms​:

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 of the people in this town don’t believe her, hate her for a blood relative she cannot change no matter how hard she tries, no matter how hard she tries to scrub herself clean of him and his actions.. she wonders if she would either if she was in the town’s position. Ronnie had ripped their loved ones away from them without a second thought. You’re here, and I’m glad you are. The words bring her a certain amount of comfort she believes she hasn’t felt in a long time, even before she arrived. At least there’s someone in the world who doesn’t feel ashamed to care about her, at least that’s how it appears. “You don’t have to apologize to me, Temp.. I know.” The woman murmurs, flashing them a weak smile. It faded away just as quickly as it appeared. “I don’t blame anyone for wanting to keep their loved ones safe.” Even if it wasn’t from her that they thought they had to be safe from. It was her own brother. Deep within her, she wonders what she could have done to make Ronnie to put her through this.. this hellscape. Make so many of the ones she loved turn against her. “I know I was in Boston.. but I’m glad you’re safe..”

Tempest feels plenty for Wren, and not a single one of those emotions even come close to hate. It’s beautiful and terrifying all at once, especially when they looked back to how it all started. It was meant to be casual, and it turned into something that was nowhere near that, something, that tugged directly at their heart strings. “I do, you deserve someone in your corner and I want to be that.” The way they said it with such conviction, it had been a long time since they were so sure about something, so sure about someone. A small smile, hinted at the corner of their lips, touched by even just the way Wren looked at them. “Yeah, it would be too close to the stereotypical horror movie if I died yet, apparently.” They said, attempting to make light of the conversation as they realized they were almost entirely wrapped around her, still. Unraveling their arms, a murmured apology was there. “Sorry, I…”

[tempestfm]

wrenfms​:

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐃 to clean up since her return to Hidehill, to process – Wren wants to cry when she hears Tempest’s question, but she doesn’t. You really didn’t know? Even if she had heard the same question from a million other people, hearing it from a person who matters, especially Tempest feels like Ronnie is driving a knife into her gut from the grave. “No.” Wren answers confidently, matter of fact. She had been in Boston trying to keep herself together, writing phrase after phrase of useless music and filling up her trash can with staff paper. “He called me a couple months ago… told me he needed help with our mom here at home.. so I got this place. I got my shit together. Tempest..” You have to believe me. If anyone has to, it’s you. “I didn’t know anything about this. He had been so hell bent about getting me here the night of the party.. I-I thought he wanted to spend time with me. But now..” Wren pauses, tears filling her eyes at the next thought. She wouldn’t blame them for not absorbing her words, but they’re all she has. “I’m wondering if he wanted me dead too.”

Tempest softened easily at the way they could feel the emotions rolling off Wren in very genuine waves. A small sigh, maybe of relief, or maybe of sympathy, was evident as they stepped forward to wrap both arms around the other woman in a very tight hug, the embrace enough to convey the things that they didn’t say. “It’s okay.” Tempest wasn’t entirely sure they knew who they were reassuring - themselves or Wren, at the point. “You’re not dead, you’re here, and I’m glad you are.” A brutal bit of honesty, as hands moved to cup cheeks in a more delicate manner. “I’m sorry, I just…it was a lot.” Admitted, saying a silent thank you to therapy for helping them come far enough to realize a lot about how dangerous grief, blame, and tragedy, can be.

[morningstargifs]

What part of the look on my face gives you that impression?

[tempestfm]

They knew damn well they would see someone here that they didn’t want to. Well, someone aside from Dante’s dirty ass dressed as an extra in the pink panther. They didn’t expect it to be Candy, someone who had drifted from them awhile back, and never seemed to find her way back. It was probably the reason for that lack of a smile as the pair ended up face to face. “Good to see you came out.” Just about as cordial as Tempest could be, free of emotion, really. @candymntri

[tempestfm]

Kiara had been a staple for as long as they could remember, which was what made her entirely too easy to spot, and approach. A wicked grin crossing features that said they were more than willing to make this night a little bit more interesting. “I’ll give you the option, shots or dance with me, because there isn’t a third.” All the confidence in the world, as a hand was held out, full on interrupting the conversation she’d been having before - but with not a single fuck to give. @kiarawilliams

[tempestfm]

Tempest was easily distracted after one too many shots, which meant that they damn near walked right into the person in front of them. This was narrowly avoided, side stepping at the last minute, but thankfully that put them right next to Dilara. “Well damn.” Said, with the clearing of their throat. “Pretend you didn’t see that.” A laugh, evident, before eyes lifted to meet the other woman’s. @dilaraxosman

[tempestfm]

“Not that one.” The pair of them had been judging the eligible bachelors that had been walking in and out of the room for the past ten minutes. It was a lucrative past time, even if Imane did sound like a broken record sometime. “He looks like he has a foot fetish.” Okay, so they were simply talking shit now, and that much was evident from their chuckle, and the way that grin appeared too easily. @imaneforten

[tempestfm]

jordhayes​:

open : @hidehillstart​​

Just one drink. That’s what Jordan told himself. He had been so good about staying sober during the Halloween party that he figured one little sip wouldn’t hurt him. Which is what led him to being locked in one of the many bathrooms at Charlies place. He was leaned against the counter, looking down into the cup he had in his hands. It was full to the top, one little shake and it would be pouring over the sides. Carefully he put it to his lips, not pulling it away until there was nothing left inside the cup. The burning from the whiskey and the carbonation from the coke burned going down his throat, but still tasted so good. Tasted like relief. Jordan turned around and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, staring himself down until he broke the stare and started to head back outside to the party. As he opened the door, he came right into contact with someone else. “Oh, my bad. With all the bathrooms in this place, I didn’t know anyone was waiting to use this one.”

The majority of what they knew about Jordan Hayes was by proxy, or hand me down information. But, they had attended the same parties, and ran in the same friend groups, forever. So, even Tempest could do an easy vibe check, looking at the man’s face before finally speaking. “You good?” It was code for, what the fuck were you doing in there? But, even he should know that, coming from them. Despite whatever their usual feelings were about this particular man, there was a genuine concern standing there, hand in hand with their usual no bullshit attitude.

[tempestfm]

thealexxkingsley​:

open starter @ charlie’s house party

Alex was having a blast. Other than being severely out of her scope when it came to money, Alex was entirely in her comfort zone - booze, drugs, loud music, tons of people to obscure any bullshit you might be doing from the eyes of everyone else… Right now, she’d decided to sample the selection of exotic shots one of the bartenders was putting on, knocking back some kind of bastardized chocolate tequila. “Nahhh–” she immediately muttered out as the disgusting liqour hit the back of her thoat. This was foul. “People actually like this shit?” Alex laughed.

Not that tempest was going to advocate for something as nasty as chocolate tequila, but they did feel the need to make a comment. Without even pushing off the counter they’d been leaned up on, posted and comfortable, the words came without a bite, and instead simply like they were a friendly observation. “Who said you had good taste tho?” Questioned with a single brow raise, reaching for their glass.

[tempestfm]

barbiexlee​:

OPERATION: MANSION PARTY

w/ @hidehillstart​

“And my boyfriend and I would like to thank you all for coming out tonight. So many innocent and beautiful souls lost their lives that night.. and this is in honor of them. To Brandi Jones, Leo Walker, Rory Oakes, Emira Yildiz and Nancy Von, we love you all so much and we miss you. As for the disgusting people who decided to make love in our bedroom, I will find you, and I will expose you.” she finished giving her small speech, looking directly into the camera her brother was holding before handing the microphone off to the nearest person and stepping down to mingle into the party. 

“You look so good, babe!” she called to the person who caught her eye on the way down from the stage, pointing to the camera her brother was holding again. “We’re vlogging, is it okay if I film you, babe?”

Tempest was amused listened to what felt like the opening speech from Barbie, trying to bite back a laugh at how ridiculous the last bit of it sounded. However, somehow they managed, and eventually found themselves being approached by the woman. “Thank you.” A gracious nod, appreciative even if it did feel like recycled bullshit. “Yeah, you’re good, but you realize some of this shit.” Making a point of looking around before back to her. “Probably shouldn’t be on camera.”

[tempestfm]

dantexnortey​:

He wasn’t expecting the warmest of welcomes from Tempest, Hell he half expected them to simply walk off. What he wasn’t at all prepared for was taking a fist to the jaw like that. After the initial blurring of his vision from the sneak attack, he stood back and clenched his jaw, hand coming up to rub at the spot that was just hit. He had to take a moment to think about his actions going forward, because all he wanted to do was to fling their ass into the nearest car, but he wasn’t about to put his hands on anyone. That wasn’t his style. “Bro, I don’t know what the fuck your problem is, but learn to figure your shit out without usin’ your fuckin’ hands. That shit ain’t cool.” his tone was stern, but his demeanor was still overall calm. He wasn’t the type to be aggressive, no matter how disrespectful the situation.  

The situation was all due disrespect, in their mind. Unfortunately, some things just needed to drive home a point that words would not, especially not with him. It was ironic, really. People seemed to think that because they had learned to use art to heal, that it made them soft, weak. That was never the case, but they knew Dante hadn’t even stopped to think such a thing. “Some people need more than words and you made that obvious enough. You know what she’s been through?” The words were spat in his direction, a fierce and forever need to stand behind Sasha no matter what. “You might not agree with shit she’s done, but what you’re not going to do is dog out my blood every single chance you get.” Eyes rolled as if even now, he would never actually get the point that was being made. “Do better, D. You too old to be this ain’t shit in one sitting.”

[tempestfm]

ameliamfp​:​

It was nice to see someone familiar stopping by her room, especially someone new that she hadn’t seen in a little while. “Tempest, hi! Rowan said you might be stopping by.” Amelia said, sitting up in her bed and ushering for her to come into the room. “I’m alright, slowly getting better… I’ve got quite the team checking up on me.” She added, a smile making its way to her face as she thought about her wife. “How are you doing?” Amelia recalled that Tempest wasn’t listed in the injured and dead from the party, thankfully, but she wasn’t aware of anything more. “I’m getting antsy in this room so tell me everything, my ears are open.” 

“Quite the team, I thought they were going to need to get you a guest book at some point.” It was easier to attempt to make what little light there was to the situation, easier than letting the sorrow settle in too fucking much. “I’m as good as anyone can be, but then again that’s all I ask for.” Hands thrown up like they were thankful to whatever saved them from destruction this far. Slipping around the side of the bed, they easily fell into a position on the chair next to it, legs kicked out in front. “Oh you want the tea, tea?” Asked with amusement before nodding. “Well, the forum is a good place to start, I’ve have never seen one place collect so much bullshit in my life.”