I know your type, black lights and leather tights. You're black ice on the road on a drunken summer night, but I got your number, your name, and your will to fight. Will you be coming over? Will you be coming? Reckon you might.
âŠBOYD HOLBROOK, CIS MAN, HE/HIM ⊠MASON VON the THIRTY SIX year old has been in Hidehill for HIS ENTIRE LIFE ON AND OFF and was a ACQUAINTANCE to Ronnie Nilsson, the most recent shadow of Hidehill. Whispers on the streets are that the ELECTRICIAN who lives in HARTLEY AVENUE. She is said to be ERUDITE and DETACHED but I guess weâll find out for ourselves. { NADIA, 30, CST, SHE/HER. }
STATISTICS
NAME: Mason Von
AGE: Thirty Six
GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Man, He/Him
FACE CLAIM: Boyd Holbrook
EYE COLOR: Blonde
HAIR COLOR: Blue
HEIGHT: 6'2"
DATE OF BIRTH: September 16th, 1986
ZODIAC SIGN: Virgo
LEVEL OF EDUCATION: High School Diploma
RELIGIOUS AFFILIATION: None
OCCUPATION: Electrician
HOMETOWN: Hidehill
NEIGHBORHOOD: Hartley Avenue
CHARACTER HISTORY (TW: abuse, prison)
Mason Von had the honor of being the first Von kid, a favor he had no idea would be bestowed upon him. He was a product of a drunken night in the trailer park, not that he was surprised when he was growing up. There were whispers of the Vons around town, a fact he couldn't give two shits about. Mason never worried about the thoughts of others.
Growing up, his home life had been tumultuous with his mother and father constantly fighting until his mother took him without a fight from his father. It seemed that his father had a tendency to sleep with a lot of other women, resulting in multiple children from multiple woman. Mason's mother wasn't any better with the revolving door of men she let into their trailer. Â She would often choose the company of them rather than her son and he'd go trudging back to his father's place. Often, it would end up with his dad admonishing him for something, his hands pushing the other down to the ground, until Mason was old enough to fight back and then searching for somewhere to stay, leaving Hidehill often in search for something better.
He continued this until he was old enough to find something on his own at eighteen. At this point he had six younger siblings and the Vons only grew in infamy. It forced him to help when he could, so he took the opportunity to become an electrician, something easy that would give him enough to support his brothers and sisters. However, he fell into the same pattern as his father, falling in love with someone who he proposed to, but he turned out to be the same piece of shit as his dad, leaving her on their wedding day.
Not too long after Mason became cocky, using his profession to scope out wealthy neighborhoods. He would eventually break and enter into homes, stealing as much as he could. He had gotten good at it until one night with a friend they were doing a job and the homeowner got hurt and he was caught. Mason took the fall and the judge looked at his juvenile deviancies, the amount of damages and theft and with their being a person involved, he got two years in prison at the age of 25.
While he was in prison, something happened to him that would change his life forever. The moment he was released, the bomb was dropped on him that he had a newborn daughter. This forced Mason to take a good look at his life and he wanted to avoid becoming anything like his dad. So he got his shit together as best as he could and even if there were problems with his ex, he'd pretend it was all good for the sake of his daughter, Poppy. He followed her where she went to have visitation rights. He told himself even seeing her occasionally was better than none.
Mason had never planned on on coming back to Hidehill, especially when he saw the news that a serial killer was stalking his hometown. He worried about his siblings, but he had to focus on his daughter. It wasnât until he got the call from Nash saying his younger sister, Nancy was dead at the hands of the Shadow. Mason decided to pack his things up and head back home. As for his ex and daughter, who is now eleven, he begged them to come to Hidehill, just so he can take care of his family and they reluctantly followed.
open starter: @hidehillstartâ
location: dead dog saloon
âcan you just tell me everythingâs going to be okay?â nicolette asked the bar patron next to her, clearly she had drunk too much whiskey.Â
...
Mason wished he could give Nic that sense of peace, but he honestly wasn't sure either. Sol had already given him an earful on why it had been a bad idea to move here with Poppy in tow and now his sister was worried. "I wish I could," he sighed, "but we're all here for you." The Vons were a complicated bunch, but Mason hoped they would rally if they needed to.
for: any & all! feel free to assume connections or we can plot.
where: playpen
@hidehillstartâ
âHappy hour is only well drinks, but Iâd suggest any cocktail with rum. Other than that, you canât go wrong with beer.â Crossing her arms over her chest, Maeve gives a small shrug in time to the booming beat drop. âSo whatâs your drink of choice?â
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Spotting a familiar face at the bar, he walked up with a smirk, âwell look who is it,â Mason leaned against the bar towards Maeve, âdidnât think Iâd see you here in all places.â Maeve and him would always spit back insults at each other. Honestly, it seemed that the entire Von family was like that with everyone, only because they didnât know when to shut the fuck up.
âCome on, get up⊠Iâve got a burger with my name on it.â
...
âIâve been waiting for you,â Mason smirked at his brother, âyouâre the one whoâs late.â He pointed out to Nash as he stood up, âbusy with your boyfriend and girlfriend?â Mason joked with him as he gave him a smirk. Nate gave him the rundown as soon as he had gotten back to Hidehill, in hopes of stirring shit up like usual, but none of the Von kids were safe from judgment. Mason knew he had to come back to Hidehill when Nash had called him, choking on his words and telling him what happened to Nancy.
Mason sighed, looking at Noah, âI asked if weâre starting to resemble our father?â It was something both had talked about never becoming, but they both became pieces of shit in their own right, âdid we even have a choice?â He mumbled, looking into the bottom of his glass.
Nash had to silence it. His thought from screaming at him, the guilt from eating him alive. A part him wants to go see Delilah and Cade, be around people that donât make him feel like heâs a burden but instead heâs laying on the couch in Masonâs place, staring at the ceiling. Itâs quiet. Itâs so fucking quiet in this house he doesnât know how Mason stands it. Itâs why he tries to fill his nights with someone else breathing the same area as him. He turns his head when he hears the door start to open and he should announce his presence⊠He should tell Mason that heâs on the couch but thereâs the glimpse. What if he didnât tell Mason? What kind of reaction would the man have? He inhales deeply. âItâs me,â he calls out. He thinks about Nancyâs messages in the forum and knows heâs a hypocrite because each word she wrote⊠He felt the same way.Â
...
Mason kicked off his boots as soon as he stepped into his place and threw his shit down. Poppy was at a friendâs house and that meant just a little bit of time by himself. The whole shadow business that plagued the city wasnât going away and Mason wondered if it was the smartest to bring his daughter to a city being hunted by a serial killer.
A small voice interrupted him, âJesus Christ,â he exclaimed, figuring out who the voice belonged to, âfucking hell Nash, howâd you even get in here?â First it was Nate who broke in, then Nash and Mason had to wonder how easy it was for the guys to get into his place. Out of all the Von siblings, Nash was the most melancholic. He felt like Nash had been sad since he was a little kid and Mason wasnât sure if there was anything he could do about it? âWhatâs wrong?â He asked walking over to his fridge to grab a beer.
âYouâll see at the wedding. Câmon, Mason, get a move on. Youâre one of my groomsmen. Bloodâs gotta count for something, right? I need the whole family there,â Nate insisted, that infamous smirk bitten away and twisted into a solemn plea.Â
As much as this wedding was part of Nathanielâs antics hitting a new level, he had a reason for it that he wouldnât admit to any them. There was a separation between all of them, partially instilled by wasted efforts on Nathaniel, but it was a divide they were all born into. Their father made sure of that, and despite the efforts Jolie and Elizabeth put forth, there would always be an indifference.Â
âIâve only got you guys,â Nate reminded him. âFor however long thatâll be because Iâm sure the reception might keep us from talking for three years. Father Von isnât around, not like anyone would want him there to begin with, and my mom wonât be making appearances. At the least, Iâll have you guys. And Poppy. I wouldnât do that to my favorite niece.â
...
âJesus Christ Nathaniel,â he sighed, scrubbing the sleep off of his face, âyou donât fucking like me,â he reasoned with his brother, but it seemed all rationality left the fucking building. It seemed he was the last to know, so he wondered why he would want Mason to be a part of the wedding. Somehow Nate and Mason knew exactly how to piss each other in the perfect way and this was just another antic in Nateâs long list. âI need coffee,â he mumbled, pushing past his brother to walk into the kitchen.
Rolling his eyes, âwow, youâre really giving me this swan song,â it wasnât unlike to Nathaniel to do everything with dramatics and Mason felt this was just another thing to get a rise out of him. Sighing, he knew his brother would appeal to his softer side when it came to his family. Scoffing, âwhat, dear old dad didnât get an invitation to sit front row and center at your meaningful nuptials?â He doubted their father would make an appearance at the wedding unless it was him stumbling in drunk and ready to throw a punch.
Mason sighed at the mention of Nateâs mom and he softened just a little bit in response, âyou know how I feel about your bullshit, especially around Poppy,â he mentioned as his daughter ran into the kitchen, Uncle Nate, she squealed, wrapping her arms around her uncle, âbut weâll be there.â
open to: anyone
location: melâs
@hidehillstartâ
the chill of the ac seemed to tangle around him; the air loomed close up his skin, almost clammy against his jacket covered arms. abraham couldnât tell if his hands were shaking from the cold or from something less simple to remedy; all he could hope was that the coffee helped. menu propped open on the table in front of him, one hand holding the edge of it as he read through, abraham listened to the hiss of the cushion on the booth seat across from him. he figured it was a mistake, someone sitting down before the got right back up and fled to wherever they belonged, but the seat remained taken. he afforded a single, hazel glance up, brows knitting together over the edge of the menu. âuh? didja lose something?â
...
Order for Mason Von. He asked for his order for Poppy and his dinner at Melâs. It still hadnât felt real to be back after being gone. He had always been a drifter, moving from place to place, never staying too long, but with Poppy, it made it harder. The one thing in life he didnât have was stability and he couldnât do that to his own kid. All Hidehill harbored was resentment, so it was easier to leave than stay in a place he couldnât stand, especially after Julia.
âYeah, you, you fucker,â he smirked at his youngest brother. Mason couldnât remember the last time he saw Abraham was, unless he counted the amount of times he saw him on TV or his phone. Poppy would show her famous uncle to anyone who would listen, âjesus fucking christ, look at you.â
The threat of his brotherâs barrel had started to lose its adrenaline rush, but Nathaniel had enough sense to remain still once his guard was downââ whatever that meant for Mason. He rolled his eyes against his comment though Nate knew it would take more than a suit, boots that made both their wallets ache, and a lack of boundary to drive this point home.
âAurelia Odyssey Suites, and we have an hour before the ceremony,â He held a small velvet box between the two of them, but refused to let Mason handle it immediately. It swayed in a brief tug of war in the air as he considered it. âYou wanna be the ring bearer? Poppy can be the flower girl. I know sheâs got a purple dress she wore last family dinner. Itâll work. What do you say? Actually, I take that back. The boys are there and even I can agree she doesnât need to be around that.â
...
Mason stared back at the most infamous Von sibling, âare you fucking serious?â Shaking his head, âto who? When the fuck did you get engaged?â He looked down at the eggplant suit on his bed and hoped to god this was some fucking joke Nate took a tad too far. He always took shit too far. It was something Mason had hoped to help his brother with, but eventually, Mason gave up because there was no fucking point.
âJesus christ,â he saw the box that he held in his hand as he shook his own head in disbelief, âwho agreed to marry you? Is she some little starlet hoping to make it big?â It felt like the twilight zone to see his younger brother getting married, especially Nate. âI think Iâm good, but Poppy would like it, but I swear to fucking god, Nate, if this is some sick joke and Poppy is involved, I was strangle you without remorse.â Nate and Mason had a contentious relationship and knew it was fragile. The two could implode without any warning.
open to: mason von | @whiplashhighâ
location: before the ceremonyÂ
The door handle finally broke off on both ends, the other side falling out with a clatter and the lock unraveling. Nathaniel shoved the door openââ he knew his the eldest Von enough that any means of knocking wouldnât get him to answerââ and did the very same rattle to the bedroom door that opened with ease. Propping a snakeskin boot on the foot the bed, Nathaniel tossed the suit over him with little remorse for the smack of the handler against the sleeping man.
âGood morning, starshine,â He bellowed. âIâm getting fuckinâ married today and youâre one of my groomsmen.â
...
Mason woke up with a startle as he heard the crash. With everything that was going on in Hidehill, he had kept his shotgun by his bed in case of any emergencies, âPoppy!â It was his first instinct to make sure his daughter was okay. He aimed the end of his gun towards the door as he watch Nathaniel step into his bedroom.
He took a look at the clothes tossed on to his bed as his processed what his brother said, âalright alright, funny fucking joke,â he sighed pushing the blanket off of him, âwhat we all show up to the courthouse in fancy clothes and you say âgotchaâ or some shit?â
