Hey, its ya resident trash lord, elle. I’m 21, residing in the EST and currently on the struggle bus doing homework. I have brought by little baby Violet along for this journey. Below you can find some more indepth plots and information! So check it out and then come yell at me for plotting :) [please im serious, i want plots]
Name: Violet St. Clair
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Pronouns: she/her
Birthdate: 1/31/1994
Family: Arthur St. Clair (grandfather), Hazel St. Clair (grandmother), Holden St. Clair (father), Bianca St. Clair (nee Rhodes, mother), Ezra St. Clair (older brother), Damon St. Clair (younger brother)
Occupation: Manager at King’s Head
Neighborhood: Monterey
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Biography:
The St. Clairs have been apart of Westhaven since Westhaven became apart of the maps. Originally a wealthy family from Manhattan, the St. Clairs made Westhaven their summer home destination. Eventually, the family fell in love with the town and decided to stay year round. The St. Clairs lived peacefully in the town up until the most recent generation. Everyone knew the St. Clairs and the St. Clairs made it a point to know everyone. Bianca Rhodes saw this as an opportunity and wooed the eldest St. Clair son. She hoped the marriage into the wealthy and well-connected family would help her reach her dreams of an artist, but all it did was lock her further into the quaint town. Three kids into the marriage Bianca was becoming unsettled and even more desperate to leave town. Years passed and she continually pleaded with her husband to leave so they can start their own path, but Holden was a St. Clair and the St. Clairs stayed in Westhaven.
On August 9th, 2002, the old St. Clair estate was the victim of a tragic fire. The fire was declared an accident, but all eyes landed on the desperate Bianca. Following the flames, the family went through a very bitter, public split. Holden filed for divorce and Bianca fought for the kids. Immediately after winning primary physical custody, Bianca packed herself up and left town. The broken family settled in Manhattan where Bianca was determined to start her dreams, at whatever the cost.
Enter Violet. Violet is and was everything her father hoped for in a daughter. Poised, elegant and well-spoken she maintained the St. Clair lifestyle with ease. She was bright, clever and witty and the young girl seemed to hold most in her effortless charm. She had her mothers beauty and in her father’s eyes, she was the closest thing to perfection he had ever seen. Holden loved all of his children dearly, but Violet was his little girl and he gave her the world. But to her mother, she was just a sore reminder of everything she had given up and would never be. This carried on into her teen years, her mother was distant and near neglectful (emotionally) despite Violet’s successes. A young Violet saw this and became desperate to win the approval and love she craved. She did whatever her mother asked of her, even if it meant ignoring the loving parent she already had. She exceeded academic expectations, she was popular and athletic, she did everything to try to win some sort of approval.
One couldn’t say that her life was hard, on the outside she was still a beautiful girl whose family had money and she was afforded luxuries most weren’t. She went to the best schools, she wore the nicest clothes and she lived in the comfier parts of town. Who was she to complain? But Violet always felt like a shell of something she was trying to be. It was an act to fit into the life she was living, it wasn’t the life she wanted to be living. After college, Violet tried to rectify her life. She tried moving out of her mother’s grasp, she tried to reach out to her father, she tried living her own life. But like most children would, she still wanted the love from her own mother. Eventually Violet lost her cool and a brutal argument with her mother ensued. Words were exchanged and truths came out, and Violet realized it’s not that her mother never loved her, it was that she and her brothers weren’t wanted in the first place. Vowing to separate herself from her mother Violet left Manhattan one night and headed north. A St. Clair was returning to Westhaven.
Violet didn’t know what to expect, it had been 14 years since she had been “home” and she had barely spoken to anyone from town, but she was determined to build herself a new life and she knew that Westhaven is the one place her mother would never go. She took over as manager at the King’s Head and moved in with her father, who expectedly was over joyed with her return, her family that remained in town welcomed her with open arms but Violet still felt that something was off. Maybe the old saying isn’t so true, maybe you can’t always go back home.
- Ex-childhood friends
- People who knew her family pre-fire
- Employees at the King’s Head
- Any familiar connections, i know this is such a stretch for early on but i’m an optimist and want this :) so please :)
- I always am a sucker for flings, especially with people she shouldn’t necessarily have flings with (employees, older men, professors etc.)
- maybe people who don’t like her/her family
PSA: please ignore all posts previous this one. i know i should delete them but that’d be A LOT of effort on my part and i dont have time for that. so please excuse the mess that comes before this post.
a flash of feign pain flashed on his face when she punched him, rubbing his shoulder with an exaggerated pout. as she fell silence he raised a brow in confusion, the fact that she didn’t say anything kinda made him worry he’d read it all wrong. it wouldn’t be the first time. but then she spoke, causing a smirk to appear on his lips as he nodded shortly. “ right. ” was all he said before stepping up to her, closing the distance, his hand rose to cup her face as his lips pressed against hers. finally his childhood dreams came true, he’d have to write the date down.
she slid her arms around his neck, pulling her closer to him and leaning into the kiss. so this is what she had been missing in high school. her eyes fluttered shut as she deepened the kiss - his lips were soft, and he tasted like mint. something about this felt natural, nothing was forced and no other thoughts danced across her mind, she was completely in the moment and she was enjoying it. she smiled against his lips, a light laugh escaping her. she was kissing julian, julian and her were kissing, the two people who spent the majority of their relationship calling each other names were kissing. “you know, i never hated you. no matter how much i wanted to i never hated you.” she mumbled into the kiss.
julian and her had crossed a line. exactly what line that was has yet to be determined, but something definitely had changed. not in a bad way either. she wasn’t sure what had happened or what it meant, it was one kiss - it was one hell of a kiss, but people and friends kiss. for fucks sake she had done more than kiss with nic and everyone knew how that turned out. everyone knew that violet saw things in rose-colored glasses and she could easily be over thinking this. again, it was one kiss. but it was a kiss she couldn’t stop thinking about. it was a kiss that led her to ask julian to come to the fair with her, she normally brought nic but again everyone knows how that ended. so here she was with julian, still thinking about their kiss - her eyes always finding a way to steal glances at his lips, contemplating if one more kiss would hurt or help. “the fair is my favorite part of town. it’s the one time everyone gets together and actually relaxes. its a break from all of the drama.” she gave him a smile as she talked.
since their fight, all of his attempts of reaching out to her had been blatantly dismissed. he tried calling, texting and she didn’t even bother getting back to him. violet needed time away from him after everything that went down and he understood, but it had been long enough and he missed her. he wanted to talk to her, he wanted her around and even be there for her if she needed to talk with someone. he didn’t quite understand the real reason why she was treating him this way, but he knew that the entire town would be at the festival since it was tradition and just like he assumed, she was there as well. it wasn’t hard to spot her in the distance and without a second thought, he found himself marching all the way towards her. “vi, hi.” he tried with caution and ready for her to snap at him if she needed to. “i tried calling and texting but you didn’t respond. can we talk? ”
it was indescribably hard to cut all contact with nic, after all, he was her person. but the lies and the hiding had hurt her in a way she hadn’t been hurt before. hearing the words come out of nic’s mouth had taken the wind out of her, it made her question everything that they have been through. maybe she had been looking at their past with rose-colored glasses, but if she had just known then she wouldn’t have pined after him for so long, she could’ve actually given so many other people a real shot at something. but tonight was not the night to think of those things, tonight was a night that she could finally enjoy herself. the annual fair was one of violets favorite things, she went every year. the fair had proved successful, she was enjoying herself and she had almost forgotten about her worries until she heard his voice. immediately she wanted to smile, to be honest, she had missed him terribly but that didn’t mean she still wasn’t mad. with a quick roll of her eyes she turned to face him, arms crossed squarely across her chest. “yea, well, didn’t really want to talk to you. still, kinda don’t.” lies.
“ why? do you assume i hate you? ” he questions, brows knit together in confusion. “ well hey, i’ve always been an attention seeking whore. ” he grins, it really wasn’t a lie, just about everyone who’d met him knew that. “ sounds like awful plans. ” he stated with a genuine chuckle. julian had always more or less had a thing for the girl, he weren’t entirely sure she’d ever realized it. she’d always had a thing for nic though and by the time she’d started noticing julian he was dating mykaela, so really timing had never been on their side. but julian wasn’t completely blind and so he figured maybe it was time to end both of their misery they called a game. “ i don’t know, you had me thinking - i would just really love getting my hands on you that’s all. ”
violet shrugged, she didn’t think he hated her but she was never too sure where she actually stood with him. “julian!” she exclaimed, placing a swift “punch” to his shoulder. she was laughing, more than she should be, but quickly quieted as she realized he was being serious. there was a point that violet would’ve melted at an opportunity like this, but now after so long of being seen as the friend she was confused. there was a part of her that still melted at the opportunity, but there was also a part that didn’t know if this was just part of their game. if she said yes, he could never let her live it down; if she says yes she loses. but would losing be so bad? “julian,” she took another step closer, “i think you can find a better way to ask me to hang out than that. who knows? i might even say yes.”
julian truly was considering just getting it over with but hey it was fun watching her squirm, he couldn’t help it. upon her words he shook his head in a laugh. “ might not be able to help you with that though. ” he admits padding the bandage on his knee before getting up. “ thank you though, for surprisingly not laughing at my baby scratch. ” he grins as he edges closer again. “ so, got any plans now? ”
“you asked me of all people to come help, i figured you were desperate.” she looked up at him, a coy smile on her lips. “it was pretty pathetic though.” she stood, noticing that he had taken steps closer to her. why was her heart picking up? it was just julian, gross. “plans? if you consider going home and taking a nap plans, then yes i have plans.” she cocked an eyebrow at him, he always had something up his sleeve. “why?”
julian nodded slowly “ yeah, just a tad. ” he replied, eyeing her curiously. he couldn’t really put into words why they were still playing this ‘game’, the both of them had obviously lost a while ago but they also hadn’t set any clear rules so who really knew when one had lost or won? “ are you complaining about my company, vi? ” he questions, brows raising accusatory. “ i’m sure we could make it worth your while. ”
violet began packing up her bandages, trying to create physical space between the two. the game the two have been playing since high school has been getting old, who were they kidding? what were they trying to prove? “make it worth my while?” she questioned, a brow raising in interest. “you’d let me push you into traffic?” she teased, a smirk present on her lips.
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