look , there goes NATHANIEL RHODES ! they’re the THE GOLDEN BOY i was telling you about … you know NATE ? the THIRTY year old COURT CLERK known for their BROWN FACED ROLEX THATS ALWAYS ON HIS RIGHT WRIST ? throughout their years as a magnolia NATIVE , they’ve earned a reputation for being PERSISTENT & ALERT , though with everything happening around town , it’s no wonder they’ve been a little more CONFRONTATIONAL & SELF-INDULGENT lately . rumor has it , when they’re not INDULGING IN VICES , you can usually find them idling around SAINT PEMBROOK & leaving behind a trail of A BOMB NEARING THE END OF ITS COUNTDOWN, MESSES THAT HIS FAMILY USUALLY CLEANS UP & VICES THAT LURKS IN THE DARK CORNERS OF THE MIND wherever they go . just don’t ask them whether they think the recent disappearances are connected to the summer of 1997 … they might tell you they DON’T BELIEVE .
i. statistics
name: nathaniel rhodes. nickname(s): nate. age: thirty. date of birth: may 1st, 1987. place of birth: magnolia, mississippi. gender: cis man. pronouns: he / him. sexual orientation: heterosexual. languages: english. faceclaim: drew starkey. hair color: brown. hair style: buzz cut. eye color: blue. height: six foot two. body modifications: left ear pierced.
ii. background & personality
you were born on a calm, sunny day, bright and early, in fact. your mother loved to tell stories about your birth, simply because you were the easiest of her children. you came out easily, and when you came home, you barely fussed. and for the most of your childhood, that description followed you.
you were nathaniel rhodes, the rhodes' golden boy. their star.
during your adolescence, you were amazing at school, passing everything with flying colors. and with no shocker, you were amazing at sports too. friends came in droves, and twice a week you held a gathering for everyone at your parents' house just for them. your parents were proud of you, and you gave them every reason to be. you were the son people expected great things from. you were the son that your father put on a pedestal.
then your brother, chance, disappeared. and at first, you didn't think much of it. there were nights where he didn't come home. but he always came back. irritated that everyone at home was worried, but he came back. except not this time. one night became seven, and seven became twenty years. chance never came back home.
you don't remember when you lost hope. all you remember is when you turned thirteen, you started to withdraw from people you never thought you would. your family. dinners where you usually were so chatty became silent on your end, and you couldn't articulate why. then you got your hands on cannabis, and for a little while it dulled the thoughts of your brother. it dulled the thoughts of how terrible your parents must be to have let one of their kids go missing and stopped searching. how could they stop? did they not love him as you did?
alcohol didn't help with the anger that brewed inside you. instead, it only made it worse, so you drank enough to make sure you blacked out. by seventeen, the boy everyone expected to graduate at the top of his class barely kept up. the one who was supposed to graduate with all a's barely walked across with c's. but you still did, and for your parents, that's all that mattered.
the sweet golden boy they raised was gone. and you heard them say they lost two children that haunting day. but adulthood brought a different kind of expectation. you found your way into the court system and eventually became a court clerk, courtesy of your father. but you were grateful. the position made you realize that not all the good parts of you disappeared. it made you realize that you were still persistent. that you were still alert, that you were still good at noticing when something didn't belong.
then you turn twenty-five, and another vice entered your life. cocaine. it did what alcohol couldn't do: take away your anger. somewhere along the way, you got mad at yourself. how could you let down your parents like that? how could you not leave this forsaken town? why couldn't you do something to get your brother back? all roads lead to chance. and every vice you have in your life make sure you don't crash into the wall that's at the end of it.
iii. headcanons
the only time he doesn’t drink to black out is when there is coke in his system.
rubs the top of his head when he is anxious.
still lives at home with his parents.
got into a bar fight and smashed a beer bottle on another person’s head, but his father got it wiped from his record
look , there goes FARIHA SIGHN ! they’re the THE ONE WHO GOT AWAY i was telling you about … you know FARIHA ? the THIRTY-FOUR year old PARALEGAL known for their BEAUTY MARK ON THE CENTER OF HER NOSE BRIDGE ? throughout their years as a magnolia TRANSPLANT , they’ve earned a reputation for being AMBITIOUS & CENTERED , though with everything happening around town , it’s no wonder they’ve been a little more CATTY & KNOW-IT-ALL lately . rumor has it , when they’re not SIPPING WINE ON HER FRONT PORCH , you can usually find them idling around GREENBRIAR & leaving behind a trail of RED LIPSTICK STAIN ON EVERY GLASS THAT REACHES HER LIPS, GOLD JEWELRY SOUNDING WHENEVER SHE MOVES & SOFT MUSIC ESCAPING HER HOUSE IN THE EARLY MORNING wherever they go . just don’t ask them whether they think the recent disappearances are connected to the summer of 1997 … they might tell you they BELIEVE .
i. statistics
name: fariha sighn. nickname(s): n/a. age: thirty4. date of birth: january 25th, 1983. place of birth: tenali, india. gender: cis woman. pronouns: she / her. sexual orientation: straight. languages: english & telugu. faceclaim: sobhita dhulipala. hair color: dark brown. hair style: usually wavy and hanging down pass her shoulders. eye color: brown. height: five foot seven. body modifications: nose, belly, and ear piercings.
ii. background & personality
when you were just a little girl, your parents taught you that to succeed in life, you needed to work hard. and while they meant a job, something that came with a steady paycheck and a good reputation, you took their words literally and applied them to everything you came to put your mind to.
while other children spent their afternoon playing, you were found buried in books and papers. due dates were not something you paid much attention to because you were the one student who turned in assignments long before them. every test was just another opportunity to prove to yourself that you were more than ready for what the world had to offer. every academic milestone only made you hungrier for the next.
so when you got into harvard, you were not shocked. there were no tears. you knew you were going to get in because there wasn't a chance they you couldn't. a full ride it was. and you couldn't have been happier. it was proof that you could do anything you put your mind to, and while your parents weren't all so happy, you had bigger dreams than working a little bit of money for the rest of your life.
when you first reached the united states, you were in awe. new life, new culture. you could be anyone that you wanted to be. you would come to realize that who you wanted to be was already inside you; you just needed to break that glass ceiling to be set free.
you went to school for law. and you quickly found out that you loved arguing, but you also realized you were passionate. too passionate about each case, and well, you knew what the next best thing was. to be behind the scenes, to be the gears that made the machine move. a paralegal. you were always good at research. always too stubborn to let a question go unanswered and way too observant for your own good.
once you graduated, your parents called you back home, but you didn't want to. you liked the life you built, or the lack of one. after spending more time in school and pointless hookups, you wanted a quieter life. one where no one expected you to build one at. that's how you found magnolia. a small quiet town where you could keep to yourself. rebuild yourself once again.
