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( colin ford, ghost, he/him & cismale ) is that (don’t you (forget about me) ) by (simple minds) playing? (quincy wren) must be nearby! heard folks say the ( twenty four ) year old ( bookstore assistant ) was at the thanksgiving fair, ( looking for his friends ) when chaos ensued. during the glitch, ( he was about to run and help someone up when he found himself in the bookstore with no idea how he got there).
(death tw, homophobia mention tw, crime mention tw, gang mention tw?)
quincy in a summary? a soft summer boi who i would like to protect at all costs. even if he is already dead and doesn’t know it. works at the bookstore and loves art! he will find any excuse to sketch or paint. here’s some more stuff;
so quincy wren is from a long line of wrens, each going down a successful path. however, he was different from his siblings and from his parents!
(crime mention tw? gang mention tw?) the important thing to know about his parents is that they were definitely of a dubious nature. involved in something they shouldn’t have been doing most of the time. his older sister got involved with law enforcement and it pretty much meant they got away with things. but quin didn’t want this. his parents weren’t exactly impressed with his decision not to do that, not to go into a life or organised crime or get involved in the gang of criminals or to cater his career to help them
quin loves to paint. to draw. to do anything that involves art. he’ll often be found at the bookstore in a corner or at the counter with a pencil in his hand. if he doesn’t have the resources on him then it’ll be doodling on receipt paper. customers have been known to find doodles on their receipts. art is what he saw himself doing, along with still working at the bookstore and his family weren’t very happy over that
(homophobia tw, crime tw) his parents had some choice words to say about him loving art and not wanting a “proper career”. they immediately jumped to conclusions and labelled him as gay, telling him the sissy career would get them nowhere and acting like a pansy, he’d get nowhere with his family’s business. it wasn’t for him but he wasn’t getting that
(death tw, crime tw) one day, his parents asked him to do something for them. meet someone, pass on some information. however, he never made it there. he was dragged into an alley by rival criminals. from then on, he was a ghost. he needed to get the information, find peace, find out who killed him and why. was it because of his family? was it because of what they thought about him? was it just wrong place at the wrong time?
when he woke up, he found that his family were just... gone? the house was there, some of his things were still there but his parents and sister were gone, almost as if they’d just... moved. of course he wasn’t aware that a little time had passed and they had moved. but he still had the people he knew and.. well, he continued as if it had never happened. because he didn’t even know it had happened
he began to notice things weren’t quite right in two ways. one, he was maybe looking at men... differently to women. working something out about himself that made him feel conflicted, the comments of his parents ringing in his head. and two, that sometimes he drops things. it’s as if it just falls right through his hands. but that’s not possible, right? it’s not possible for someone to be able to walk through doors or disappear when upset?
ok so!!!! in summary, he’s just... gentle. will fill any awkward silence with small talk and anything to try and make himself and the other person comfortable.
he just wants everyone around him to be happy but he can get stressed easily sometimes. tends to turn invisible when he’s upset, angry or frustrated because his focus on being human appearing disappears
he doesn’t yet know he’s dead for sure and doesn’t know what happened to him
oh also he loves birds. probably cause his last name is wren who knows
call him quin or q, he likes that a lot better than quincy! maybe even wren, he’d accept that, even if his last name does hold a bit of a stigma cause of his parents.
but ya welcome to my ted talk i love my dead gay son. if you have any questions, just ask, i’m more than happy to ramble on about him and plot stuff!
possible connections:
- someone to tell him that he’s dead, honestly. someone who knows what “ghost” looks like and to say hey buddy, ur a ghost
- co worker at the bookstore
- someone passionate about art, reading or birds to talk to him about
- any sort of friends! friends that tell him to work less hours, friends that will let him make them endless cups of tea, friends that will let him ramble about books or help with displays at letum read
- someone that knows what happens to him? a witness to when he died?
- someone that was in the gang his parents were involved in or a rival gang
- art friends/colleagues! anyone to encourage his art or talk to him about it
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( daniel sharman, warlock, he/him & cismale ) is that (go your own way) by (fleetwood mac) playing? (callister calex caldwell (aka cal)) must be nearby! heard folks say the ( twenty-seven ) year old ( owner of letum skate ) was at the thanksgiving fair, ( trying to go unseen between the stalls ) when chaos ensued. during the glitch, ( he ran along with the others but was pushed down. he was pretty sure he was knocked out in the process only to awaken amongst the fallen ).
(death tw & alcohol mention tw?)
a quick summary; a grumpy asshole who just loves to hide away from people at all costs tbh. but here’s some more into about him;
he owns letum skate. he’s a little conflicted about whether or not he likes his job or not and most people assume he hates it just because his grumpy attitude makes it sound like he hates everything.
he has a lot of hiding places at letum skate. if you can’t find him behind the counter or cleaning up or stocking then he’s definitely hid somewhere. check in the supply closet, by the dumpsters, any small space he could’ve squeezed into to avoid people
says he hates skating but he is a liar. if you came in early (or late?) out of hours then you’re more than likely gonna see him either on the rink or trying to hastily get the skates off his feet when he hears the door.
has a sweet tooth but denies it. he doesn’t really have the patience for baking but will 100% take sweets when offered, reluctantly. but then he really enjoys them.
he’s not a very open guy, tbh. when you first meet him, you’re likely to think he hates you but nah, he’s just used to keeping everyone at arm’s length.
(DEATH TW) he isn’t originally from letum. he’s from a few towns over but oved to letum when he needed a change of scenery. he was in a relationship with someone he met during his childhood. they were childhood sweethearts, married at twenty. then she died. unexpectedly and quickly and he was suddenly twenty three and alone. so he moved to letum, ended up owning the skating rink. this is something very few people know about him
in terms of his powers, he draws a lot from nature. the woods, trees, leaves, the weather, all of that kind of stuff. he sometimes forgets he has magic sometimes until he gets a papercut and wow ok how did that heal
since being in letum, he has mostly kept to himself and even at the fair, he was in between people and stalls trying to avoid conversations. at the fair, he was pushed down and knocked out, only to wake up later amongst all the fallen. he definitely went home to nurse that sight away with a bottle of whiskey
fun fact!!!! he loves photography in his spare time, especially nature. works well for his aura and energy and all that stuff. he would much rather be holed up in his place alone developing pictures of trees than in a busy bar or something.
call him cal. if you call him callister, he will throw things.
if you want to know anything else, just ask and i can ramble an answer atcha!
possible connections;
- drinking buddy (bc tbh he probably has a lot of nightcaps)
- co workers at letum skate
- anyone that provides goods for the skating rink (like baked goods, food, drinks stalls, anything like that)
- someone that knows him from school or from where he was before letum? someone that was friends with his wife?
- the reluctant friend that’s determined to be his friend even when he tries to shake them off cause he’s a grumpy ass
- frenemies? they bicker and argue but would lowkey come through for the other if they were in trouble
- enemies. they just do not get along at all
- hookups, casual relationships, drunken kisses etc
- honestly anything hmu i’m game
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( anya chalotra, enchantress, she/her & cisfemale ) is that ( black magic woman ) by ( santana ) playing? ( wilhelmina ‘billie’ sanders ) must be nearby! heard folks say the ( seventy three ) year old ( pharmacist ) was at the thanksgiving fair, ( browsing some of the craft stalls ) when chaos ensued. during the glitch, ( she lost control and accidentally set fire to some of the stalls. she didn’t stick around to see if there were any fatalities ).
𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 (𝕥𝕨: 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖, 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤)
born in oregon, 1909, to madan and grace sanders, billie knew she was different from a young age.
things would break all around her when she had a tantrum, she'd wish bad things upon people and they'd actually happen; her mother, all too aware of the truth in the situation, tried her best to keep things under wraps for as long as possible until the fateful day of billie's eighth birthday.
she and her older brother, george had a turbulent relationship as siblings, arguing and constantly finding new ways to irritate the other. they were playing together in the family home when george stole billie's favourite birthday present and threatened to destroy it in front of her very eyes.
in a fit of rage, billie tore the teddy bear from his hands with a shriek and before her mother could tear billie or george away from the situation, the house was in flames. madan and grace lost almost everything in the fire, including their beloved son.
for fear of rumours being spread about their only surviving child and the powers she possessed, the sanders family made the heartbreaking decision to leave their lives behind and move to letum falls, oklahoma, in the hopes that the small town would provide a new home and a fresh start.
it was then that grace sat billie down and explained everything – how she'd inherited the gene from her mother, and her mother before her, and so on. she described billie as an enchantress, something that the girl would've laughed off if she hadn't seen her own destruction with her own eyes.
she was never allowed to attend school with other children for their safety and her own. instead, her mother taught her at home, educating her about her powers and the responsibilities that came hand-in-hand with them.
the older billie grew, the more control she gained over her abilities.
at the age of twenty four, she chose to decelerate her age, maintaining her youthful looks but gaining wisdom beyond her years as she moved from town to town, lying low and being careful to avoid creating much of a reputation for herself anywhere.
with all of the time in the world, billie made use of it and studied various skills on her travels, including pharmacy which served her well when she returned to letum falls after the passing of her parents.
the death of her brother still haunts her to this day, the guilt weighing heavy on her heart. it's one of many reasons why she's reluctant to let people get close to her; if she could do that to her own family, who knows what could happen to someone who wasn't a blood relative?
billie now works in a pharmacy, utilising it as an opportunity to meet and learn about the residents without needing to establish friendships or relationships with them.
the thanksgiving fair brought memories of her brother's death flooding back – the sight of flames engulfing everything in sight took billie right back to her bedroom as an eight year old, and she couldn't bring herself to stick around for the aftermath. she has no idea whether or not there were any fatalities in the fire, and she has no intention of trying to find out. the less she knows about the situation, the better.
𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪
call her wilhelmina if you dare
billie comes across as a very self-assured, confident person but she’s not quite as confident as she seems.
she can be hesitant to share details about herself with other people, failing to see the point in it when it’s the here-and-now that really matters.
having lived for over seventy years, she's loved and lost and is increasingly reluctant to establish meaningful connections anymore. she believes that her own personal feelings are primarily irrelevant and impractical, serving no purpose other than acting as an unnecessary distraction.
one of her bigger issues, however, is her bluntness. despite her wit and sarcasm, she can be polite and civil, friendly almost, but if someone asks her a question, she won’t try and sugar-coat her answer – they’d better be prepared for a straightforward, honest reply, whether they’ll like it or not. as a result, she is often perceived as pragmatic and cold.
her morals are perhaps slightly questionable and, especially regarding her abilities, she can be considered ruthless, but billie is a firm believer that the ends justify the means.
billie does try and keep her abilities on the down-low but to be honest, when you’re as careless as she is, it’s inevitable that someone is gonna find out (possible connection hint hint)
she doesn’t particularly care what others think of her (at least, not outwardly), but for those that have somehow managed to establish a close relationship with her, billie would sacrifice herself for them without hesitation.
𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤
friends w/ benefits
pharmacy customers
unlikely friends
enemies
exes/previous flings
literally anything and everything
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you’ve got such a pretty face, but such a dirty mouth
( virginia gardner, dragon, she/her & cisfemale ) is that ( who loves you ) by ( frankie valli & the four seasons ) playing? ( georgia rae duchannes ) must be nearby! heard folks say the ( twenty ) year old ( waitress ) was at the thanksgiving fair, ( getting ready to drop a pumpkin a little too close to her dad’s head ) when chaos ensued. during the glitch, ( she was violently attacked and almost died, causing her suppressed abilities to manifest ).
first things first, georgia rae duchannes is the future wife of tucker jeremiah ‘teejay’ vanetten and that was decided before she was even born. i do’t make the rules.
kimberly ann devereaux attended school with a boy named jeremiah vanetten. she was also a pageant queen who traveled to various towns and states to compete. during one of her many escapades to a neighboring town, she met a girl named katherine ( kay ) and the two became friends. kim introduced kay to jeremiah. and in 1962, bam — teejay.
somewhere in there, kim also met logan duchannes, a deputy from a few towns over. they fell in love, got married, and he transfered to letum falls pd. and in 1962, bam — georgia.
when georgia was five, she had a tantrum and her abilities manifested, turning her into a dragon. kim, who was also a dragon, was able to help her change back, but because they manifested so early, kim was worried young georgia would accidentally turn and hurt someone. so she asked her witch friends to put a spell on georgia to suppress her abilities. because the witches had never tried such a spell, they tried the spell on kim first. it worked. therefore, both of their abilities became repressed. because they were repressed, her parents didn’t tell her she was a dragon.
georgia has always been and continues to be extremely fiery and feisty as hell.
she spent most of her life torn between being a strong independent woman who didn’t need a man and the fact that she was in love with teejay. the former put up a really good fight but the latter finally took over when she was fifteen and she overheard that a girl in her grade was going to ask him out. she tried a few temporary fixes at first, but realized the only way to ensure that he didn’t date someone else was to date him herself.
was a cheerleader in high school. she had a love / hate relationship with it.
went off to college but came back when teejay’s mom got sick. she became a waitress at the diner and every penny she makes goes straight to the vanetten’s finances.
when the glitch initially took over, logan thought it was an attack on the mayor. when he realized it was much bigger than that, he sent the mayor off with some deputies and went to find georgia.
while trying to get away, georgia and teejay were attacked. georgia hit her head and was unable to fight off her attacker. logan ended up having to shoot the werebears who were attacking them. logan had teejay sent off to the hospital. then he took georgia in his truck and brought her to the woods behind the vanetten’s house where kim had been having dinner and dragged her into the woods. kim figured out that the attack had triggered georgia’s abilities but her wounds were extensive so she needed to turn. in order to help her turn, kim had to re-trigger her own power and transform. she helped georgia turn which helped her injuries heal, but when georgia turned back, she was still unconscious. logan brought her to the hospital where they diagnosed her with a concussion. when she woke up, she had no memory of having turned.
georgia is currently very confused as teejay has been having some weird side effects and she hasn’t.
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i have been writing this for like 24 hours and i hate myself. if there’s anything else you want to know, just shoot me a message!
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TW: death, drugs, prostitution, disease, aids, homophobia, and child abuse are mentioned
( richard harmon, vampire, he/him & cismale ) is that ( comfortably numb ) by ( pink floyd ) playing? ( ALEXANDER “XANDER” CHAPELL ) must be nearby! heard folks say the ( thirty six ) year old ( drug runner ) was not at the letum falls thanksgiving fair because ( he was caught up with work ). as a result, they weren’t present during the glitch but ( his boyfriend was killed ).
born a few towns over from letum falls in the great year of ‘48, alexander chapell was supposed to be the golden boy. his parents, two retired military technicians, thought they would never get pregnant, that they’d spent far too long in the service to start a family now.
soon enough two months out of the military, fourty-nine year old holly chapell was confirmed pregnant. they took their savings and refurbished their entire home, hoping to make it the perfect place to raise a child
unfortunately, alexander wasn’t exactly the child they had expected. he was a fairly quiet baby, but wavering into his toddler years the young chapell began to act out
his first offence; biting. he started taking chunks out of others in fits of rage, temper tantrums like you wouldn’t believe. the chapells tried everything --- time outs, spankings, off to bed without dinner, nothing could break the child of his rage. It wasn’t long before the gentle punishments turned violent
years passed and trouble just kept coming. xander would often be sent home from school for fights, cursing, disobedience, you name it. but nothing, nothing prepared them for his final offence.
xander’s father caught him red-handed in his room, lips on another boy. his parents despised gays, called them a repertoire of hideous slurs, and xander knew there was no coming back from this. by the end of the day, xander was on the streets, his first boyfriend had been scared so far into the closet there was no hope of anything more, and he was left completely alone to fend for himself
by 15, xander was turning tricks in the dark for money, catering to the deceptive husbands of his hometown. he had fallen low, but surviving by your own means meant scraping tooth and nail to get back on your feet
five years of jumping from temporary job to temporary job, dealing a bit and rolling under the radar, xander ventured off to find the promise of better jobs. leaving everything behind, not that he had much to begin with, he set off to the mysterious letum falls
his luck seemed to change at just twenty when he found a decent paying job, one where he could afford a roof over his head and food in his stomach. a small house on the edge of town, one bedroom, one bathroom, enough for him to be comfortable.
a couple more years flew by like this, work consuming xander’s life. he kept to himself and hadn’t made a single friend outside of work. his life ran in a never ending cycle, repeating the same schedule over and over every day. wake up, eat, work, eat, sleep, wake up. truly a lone wolf, the man with just a name and nothing more.
it was 1972 when xander noticed changes in himself. he skipped lunch twice in three days, and slept through his alarm more than a handful of times before work started asking questions. his memory was strung, teetering back and forth with pieces of information, none of it added up.
one visit to the doctor and xander regretted it all. AIDS. it was something he’d read in the paper a time or two, the disease notoriously infecting gay men across the country, and it was known to be deadly. the papers didn’t give out all the facts, but one thing he knew, the disease was tied too close to homosexuality for his comfort. his dirty laundry wasn’t the world’s to see
the next two years were a living hell. it all blurred together--- work, sleep, blank, blank, music, work, blank. the days were passing by before xander could even live them. by the end of 1973, xander was laid off, and his disease was taking a tighter hold on him.
xander doesn’t remember much about the night of his death. the flickering scenes add up to him in an alleyway, strung out in a daze of delusion as he collapses to the concrete. his final moments blur together, but locks of golden brown curls lay him to rest.
that is, until he woke back up with a hunger inside, sat in a home he wasn’t familiar with. he didn’t hurt, he didn’t ache, but he was hungrier than hell. in that home, he finally came face to face with his savior, manny, a man he vowed to be loyal to until his final breath
soon, manny explained that the final breath thing may be a bit further away than he thought. the gift of immortality and a life of loyalty, all paid by the price of blood. it wasn’t such a terrible deal in xander’s eyes
xander became a close confidant of manny, working as a drug runner in his business and declaring himself manny’s own personal bodyguard and it’s been that way for a little less than a decade
he’s a bit silent for such a rugged man, but underneath that icy exterior is a mile-long list of knock knock jokes he’s been waiting to tell since the 50’s
he did not attend the fair but he lost someone close within the chaos. his boyfriend, bez, was killed in the disaster, and he’s been bottling up his emotions ever since, refusing to shatter his ghost boyfriend’s heart just for his own sanity, so he’s kept his mouth shut and acted like nothing has changed. it was the first relationship he’s had in half a decade. in all truth, he’s not sure how to deal with grief, so he chooses to ignore it instead.
aesthetics : half-smoked cigarettes, ripped jeans paired with converse, rugged stubble on a steel-hard jaw, white knuckles, dripping red from sharp white, a smile seen as often as halley’s comet, crimson tides, the smell of death in the morning.
wanted connections :
regular customers : xander works for manny and does a lot of dealing face to face, he’d rather get the job done himself than send a fool to do it for him. that’s how mistakes are made. so it’s not uncommon for xander to sell to the same people. these could be new regular customers, or some oldies who have been buyin’ since ‘74, i’m down for anything
enemies : this is pretty self explanatory, but i’d love any sort of enemy plot. xander is a hard nut to crack, and can often let his sarcasm run loose, ending in a lot of bad encounters. this guy is probably on handful of hit lists by now
past encounters : this could be from his time on the streets when he was selling his body just to survive, or even from his early days in manny’s employment, someone who might be able to recognize that he hasnt aged a day, or someone who’s helping him keep that secret. honestly this could go a million ways and i’m down for all of them
once again i suck at making connections but hit me up if you’re down for any of these or if you’d like to brainstorm !
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‘cause they say if you love her let her go
and they say if it's meant to be you'll know...
( odeya rush, mermaid, she/her & cisfemale ) is that ( brandy (you’re a fine girl ) ) by ( looking glass ) playing? ( azura landry ) must be nearby! heard folks say the ( twenty one ) year old ( student ) was not at the letum falls thanksgiving fair because ( she decided to go for a swim while everyone was otherwise occupied ). as a result, they weren’t present during the glitch but ( while she was swimming, she crashed into what seemed to be an invisible wall ).
azura was born into a family of who descended from what was believed to be the first merpeople — royalty of sorts ( think ariel from the little mermaid ). so the already inflated ego and power of mermpeople is quadrupled in azura’s family.
she is the seventh sibling and youngest daughter out of nine children.
each child had a golem nanny assigned to them who were supposed to cater to their needs and protect them. the golems were enchanted to adapt based on location. so when azura decided at the age of thirteen that she wanted to move onto land, her golem disguised itself as her aunt.
they initially lived in new orleans and azura quite enjoyed it until a kid knocked her down by accident and her golem threw him across the street. she went back to living with her family for a few months but decided that she hated it even more than she had before new orleans so azura and her golem decided to look for a good town that they wouldn’t draw a lot of attention in. a fellow mermaid told them about letum falls and how it was very easy for supernaturals to blend in there.
azura arrived right in time to start high school with children her age, claiming to have been home schooled up until then, but unfortunately, as much as she tried, blending had never been azura’s style. she got exceptional grades, stood up to jocks and egomaniacs, and there was the one time she got suspended for punching a cheerleader who was publicly making fun of a girl who wasn’t ‘pretty enough’ to join the squad.
azura is very much about speaking up for what is right, using her powers only when absolutely necessary, and working for what she wants rather than having it handed it to her which is the opposite of everything her family stands for.
she went to college a year later than she was supposed to but once she left, she overloaded herself with classes, only returning for holidays.
she returned to letum to celebrate thanksgiving.
lemme know if you want anymore information or think she could satisfy any of your wanted connections!
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( cierra ramirez, human, she/her & cisfemale ) is that ( out here on my own ) by ( irene cara ) playing? ( julia mendez ) must be nearby! heard folks say the ( twenty three ) year old ( journalist ) was at the thanksgiving fair, ( eating a candy apple ) when chaos ensued. during the glitch, ( she barely escaped getting decapitated ).
here we have ur basic average girl (did u start singing the kim possible theme song? yes? good.)
y’know, its fine, she doesn’t have any superpowers. her writing speaks for her most of the time, and she’s not like, the Worst person to be around, except if you’re in the middle of a whole crisis, she’ll most likely have reporter brain instead of human being who cares about people’s feelings brain on. super self aware. always has a notepad and pencil with her.
despite the fact that she’s socially out-of-tune sometimes, she can actually be a really good friend. she remembers the smallest things. she won’t admit it out loud, but she loves human contact and she’s a big ol’ softie. misses her parents like hell but doesn’t really talk about them bc she’s That hyperfocused on other things.
her only major connection to the glitch was that she just BARELY escaped getting hacked. to this day she still has nightmares about it but instead of dealing with it, she throws herself into other people’s problems
she moved out of her parent’s house two years because she felt suffocated and now she’s just like, not dealing with the thing that happened to her
it’s escapism, i guess?? honestly, she’d love a roommate tho, because as thick-skinned as she’d like to pretend she is, she gets lonely.
on average she maybe gets like, sixteen hours of sleep a week, but she’s working on increasing that number. can be found at the falls diner sucking down heckin’ coffee when she’s not workin’ at the town crier.
*rachel berry vc* there is NOTHING IRONIC ABOUT JOURNALISM!!!!!!!!!
she’ll be hella appreciative if you bring her french toast and strawberries that’s all i’m saying.
i don’t remember if i have any set connections for her mostly bc i’m as scattered as she is sometimes so i’m down for anything but also consider: the sugar to her spice, the person who carries her home when she’s passed out at work or at the diner, hell even at the library. i’m a HUGE sucker for the opposites attract trope.
this intro is worse than casper’s and a literal ice cube just crashed in the freezer so i’m spooked lmao as always, if you wanna get to know this smol truffle, hmu! <3
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( sophie turner, siphon, she/her & cisfemale ) is that ( night bird ) by ( stevie nicks ) playing? ( AURORA “RORY” CALIGO ) must be nearby! heard folks say the ( twenty five ) year old ( bookstore clerk ) was at the thanksgiving fair, ( beating her high score on the wack-a-mole ) when chaos ensued. during the glitch, ( she attacked others to protect herself and her sister ).
ay it’s tess, back at it again with her fourth character ! i’ll keep this part short but i’m sorry for this bio ! it starts out descriptive and flutters into random facts, but enjoy !
born and raised a few towns over from letum falls, the caligo twins got the short end of the stick. their parents --- profound, addicted dark magic users --- weren’t the best a taking care of one kid, let alone two.
the twins’ grandparents wanted to take custody, remove the girls from such a dark environment, but they were hesitant. the girls didn’t seem to be in danger. just two happy little kids and a hailstorm in the form of parental guidance.
just to be safe, their grandfather placed a protective spell upon the twins to alert them if the twins were ever in immediate danger. good fuckin’ thing too, because just before the girl’s fifth birthday that that bell rang like hell.
crashing into the caligo family home, nana and papa walked into a horror scene. the twins were left without their magic, and if they had stepped in a second sooner, they could’ve lost their lives, too. their parents, with their deceptive and sadistic minds, had conjured up a plan to steal the twins’ magic, sacrifice them for more, and hit the road. that plan was stopped in it’s tracks.
once the girls were put into the safety of their grandparents care, their parents left to roam the world and escape the wrath of nana. while it would’ve been best to end the trouble there, nana just didn’t have the heart to end it. so, their parents are still off, free in the world, waiting.
as a child, rory was as girly as could be, just enjoying the vibrant clothes her grandmother showered them with. they were dressed just the same, every day. at first, it was cute, but as the years went on the twins just didn’t feel it anymore.
as more and more frilly clothing circled through the twins, aurora started to collect a box of the forbidden cloth within her closet. she couldn’t just throw them away, she couldn’t push herself to hurt nana.
and right before middle something just kinda,,, clicked ? she started going off on her own, pulling her sister closer as they both tried to find themselves. while they both went their own way, creating separate, unique styles, they still managed to stay clung together through it
she tried out for a lot of sports teams as a child but didn’t stick with most of them. she was incredible at soccer but quit the team freshman year, she didn’t want to waste her time at practice when she could be working on her witchcraft and enjoying life
high school was a trying time, she went through millions of friendships and only really stayed close with a few people. but, it gave her plenty of free time to work on her magic and perfect as many spells as possible.
while she was a club and sport fanatic in middle school, that died in her high school years. she strayed away from organized socializing and worked on her mandatory classes, finding herself a bit more drawn to the library than anywhere else
the twins tried to move out at 18, ready to get on with their own lives and see whats waiting out there, but papa got sick and... well that plan died quick
as the years passed papa slowly went down hill and modern medicine was no help to his shriveling frame. so, spell book after spell book was brought from the basement and the women of the caligo family spent weeks searching for the magic cure. finally, just as he was ready to say his goodbyes, nana sprung from the table and threw the book down before the twins. holding out her hands, she offered the girls rivers of magic. this wouldn’t just take one witch.
three long hours passed, reading and rereading the incantation, failed attempts, a few too many bathroom breaks, but soon enough papa was back up and runnin’, a smile on his face and love in his heart ready to last for another decade or so. whatever he had left, he was gonna use it til’ he couldn’t.
once they were sure papa was fine and nana was okay, the girls finally got their own place at 21, taking along their beloved “cat”, nyx
the twins have drifted apart some, but they’re still close and value eachother’s time --- as well as their own time apart
aurora’s favorite color is purple, has been since the dawn of time, but she wears black a bit too much.
she’s in love with stevie nicks and would absolutely die for the woman, has every album on cd and blasts it all night long (or with headphones on if the girls are asleep)
likes to drive and often is gone for hours in her car, jammin out and cruisin
she spends her mornings at the bookstore and nights hanging around letum skate catching up with her sister
a true free spirit but the girl has rage bottled up, a deep-seeded hatred for her parents and what they did to her and nova. it’s the reason she stays in letum— her hate for her parents fuels the love she has for nova and her grandparents
she had plans on becoming a teacher, but when she took the job at the bookstore her love for magic grew even deeper, if possible. suddenly, she was surrounded by a sea of knowledge in such a superstitious town. she read any and every book she could find on twin witches or siphons, any book about magic was flipped cover to cover. every inch of the supernatural section has been scanned and recorded by the crimson beauty
she attended the thanksgiving fair, and while she doesn’t remember much, it still haunts her. she attacked others, using her reserve magic in her locket to send citizens flying through the air. bits and pieces blur together but she wishes she didn’t remember a thing
she never thought she’d use her power to harm others --- that’s her parents. that’s their influence running through her veins, but she justify’s her action by the safety of her sister. she would never admit it, but she’d murder a man in cold blood if it meant keeping her sister out of harms way
aesthetics : soft glows within the trees, the cool touch of metal, flowers frosted at the sight of spring, fresh daisies in the morning, floral button ups and black jeans, sunglasses perched atop furrowed brows
wanted connections :
regulars at the bookstore : rory spends most of her mornings at the bookstore, up and going for the morning’s opening, and smiling as she locks the doors. she has a love for books and is more than willing to chat for hours over a good story, or even slide a recommendation across the counter. “ if ya like it, come in tomorrow and pay. if not, that one’s on me “
enemies : while rory was finding herself, she wasn’t the nicest person to be around. and since she was finding herself through most of middle and high school, there’s bound to be an enemy somewhere. possibly a soccer rival who’s mad that they never got to play one on one, see who’s truly the better player, or even someone she’s truly hurt in some way. i’m down for anything !
someone she’s siphoned : this would have to be a magical being, or even a cursed human, human in possession of a magical object, yadda yadda yadda ya get the point. but the when and why is the true question ! imma leave this vague but i’d love to plot !
exes/crushes/flings : the romantic and sexual works. aurora here swings all ways and isn’t unfamiliar with pleasure or even those stomach-turnin’ crushes. this could be recent, from high school, a fling at a bar on her 21st ! again, vague, but there are sooooooo many ways to play this !
those are just off the top of my head but if you’d like to plot for one of these, or brainstorm, hit me up !
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( aaron taylor-johnson, human, he/him & cismale ) is that ( carry on wayward son ) by ( kansas ) playing? ( dean hollis ) must be nearby! heard folks say the ( twenty five ) year old ( pro-football player ) was at the thanksgiving fair, ( talking out of his ass because the mayor caught him off guard and shoved a microphone in his face ) when chaos ensued. during the glitch, ( he tried to save bez and lee but was too late and was only able to save lee ).
the oldest child and only son born to dennis and barbara hollis.
born in michigan in 1957. barbara was young, not married and dennis was of different religion. her parents kicked her out when they found out she was pregnant. dennis had family who lived in oklahoma so they moved there. they were only planning on staying in oklahoma until they could make it on their own, but they never left.
has three younger sisters: susanna ( 18-21 ), candace (15), and annmarie ( 11 ).
grew up playing all sorts of sports, his best being football. was the first freshman recruited onto the football team which opened the door for future freshmen.
he was very popular, seen as the town’s golden boy and everyone loved him. it was very celebrity-esque which he generally found annoying but majority of people didn’t know that.
he dated several cheerleaders throughout high school but found them all to be very shallow.
at the beginning of his senior year, the football coaches asked him to help pick the team that would take over when he left. instead of picking a junior as his legacy and the next captain, he picked a freshman. luckily, this freshman was dean 2.0 on the field and everyone approved.
during his senior year, he got scouted by five colleges looking to recruit him. all of them offered to give him a full scholarship and he told them he’d think about it. but about a month before graduation, an nfl coach who had heard about him came to see him play and offered him a chance to skip college football and go straight to the pros. he accepted and left that july.
he has been back a handful of times but usually stayed under the radar. generally he flew his family to him instead.
he came back to letum falls because the mayor begged him to be a celebrity appearance at the fair.
i’ll get to his navigation soon but if anyone wants to know more or plot, message me!
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c a t g o t y o u r t o n g u e ?
the question prompts several stunned blinks.
“ why the fuck would i want your tongue ? ”
( brigette lundy-paine, witch, they/them + she/her & gender neutral ) is that ( stray cat strut ) by ( stray cats ) playing? ( marjorie codere “nyx” ) must be nearby! heard folks say the ( fifty nine ) year old ( full-time meower & part-time interpersonally challenged bowling alley clerk ) was not at the letum falls thanksgiving fair because ( they were too busy flossin’ their teeth with the laces of nova’s favorite kicks ). as a result, they weren’t present during the glitch but ( aurora and nova were caught in the mayhem, so now nyx needs to figure out some way to annihilate an enemy they can’t even see. )
b a c k g r o u n d .
born in 1927 to the codere’s, a witch ‘n warlock duo who fucked with dark magic and accidentally fucked up their whole no children plan... marjorie got her name because her parents asked the first person they say in the herb aisle at letum falls’ local grocer... after she was born. sounded like margarine, which made ‘em laugh, and voila. marjorie codere was named two weeks after her birth.
the codere family was cold. townsfolk would squint at the two mysterious individuals with their quiet lil girl in tow, and their common comment was: “ those codere’s, y’know. they’d be better off as cat people. ”
just before marjorie’s third birthday, their parents got wrapped up in some messed up magical schemes, and needed to skip town. to kill two birds with one stone, they saw it as their opportunity to rid themselves of their three-year-old daughter.
the dynamic duo disappeared. but not before hexing their own child into a cat. the idea was to give her a normal cat lifespan, maybe a generous 8-10 years or so, but nope. because these two never stuck ‘round long enough, they failed to realize marjorie had inherited their gifts, and their own powers interacted with the spell, rendering them a cat with infinite lives.
this orange fluff roamed the town, before finally winning the hearts of the local thrift shop owners. they lingered in the store for years, long enough that locals would grow up, move away, visit, and still find them there. the shop owners named the cat binks.
nova caligo accidentally siphoned away the spell when she picked binks up one day, and managed to convince her grandmother to keep the cat as their own. nova and aurora renamed binks nyx and kept their secret –– now able to shift between cat and human on command, the witch lived comfortably with the caligo family.
then gramma found nyx in human form hangin’ with the twins, and their human name was born –– nicole. they absolutely hate it, but it’s close enough to nyx that they’ve been able to uphold that as a nickname instead
works as a bowling alley clerk / cashier, renting out shoes, serving soda, etc. and they struggle to be, well... interactive? they roll into shifts randomly. late. sometimes they hiss at customers. but her supervisors / coworkers ( wanted connections ) get a kick out of it.
grappling with gender identity at the moment. i mean, they spent so long as just a cat? just binks? so expressing themselves is... difficult. they kinda know they’re not 100% a girl, but... they don’t really have a comprehensive knowledge of what else they could be. haven’t opened up to many people, if at all, about it. so they’ll respond to she/her pronouns no problem. they just feel... kinda icky.
currently also discovering what crushes are? and liking girls? the heck! emotions are stupid. ew. help.
loves singing. as a cat, binks was always vocal, and that carried through to nyx, too. they’ll meow a lot in cat form and will hum / sing in human form, when they think no one’s listening.
loves shiny things. ooh, sparkly.
she is a witch but. never had proper training or anything? so sometimes she sneezes and shit appears. one time, she turned a bird she was playing with into a brick. oops.
t h e f a i r .
wasn’t at the fair because they were super busy flossin’ their teeth with the laces of nova’s favorite shoes. but they can tell whatever happened really affected the twins and therefore... it must be killed. as soon as she can, like. y’know. find it.
side note: i would love for her to be more affected by the glitch. friends who died? friends who changed? like. huh. why do you smell different –– oh wait you’re not human. hit me the heck up.
c u r r e n t c o n n e c t i o n s .
caretakers / best friends / intermittent crushes – aurora and nova caligo. living with the caligos is the first dose of compassion nyx has ever got. these three are thick as thieves and nyx would tear anyone to bits who so much as looks at ‘em funny. and... maybe they’ve got a little crush on nova. maybe.
harmless crush from afar – julia . julia comes to the bowling alley to people watch and nyx... watches... her. and julia knows something’s up with this whole nyx figure showin’ up out of the blue. no surname. no origin. no school record. sus.
shiny jewelry plug / innocent lil crush – duffy freely. it all started with a pendant sparkling in the sun, and that’s all nyx needed to get hooked. duffy’s kinda sparkly like the jewelry she makes, too. they’ve got a cute little friendship going. and nyx always forgets how to, like. function.
w a n t e d c o n n e c t i o n s .
coworkers at the bowling alley. they see nyx struggle to be a human being and maybe they know the depths of why. or maybe they just find it hilarious.
perceived threats. if you encroach on their bond with nova and aurora, watch out. this cat bites.
adventure pals. give me unlikely peeps who introduce nyx to new wonders all the time. sour patch kids. coke ‘n mentos. they missed out on an entire life, folks, so let’s... teach them some bullshit they’ll never need to actually know.
unrequited crushes. i would. love. for someone to be into nyx and nyx just be... totally oblivious. like. 100% casual, so chill, doesn’t know anything’s up. because if you’re not nose booping or forehead touching, you don’t like them. right? because that’s how it all works. ( in cat form, this doofus. )
idiot life coach. nyx needs guidance and advice, and... who better to get it from than this person? the one who clearly doesn’t have jack shit together?
someone who they met and bonded with wandering in cat form, who doesn’t know their human face. they’ve got a connection. they gave nyx snuggles and food and a warm place to stay when they wandered too far from home. their visits likely tapered off after the caligo’s took nyx in, but they still managed to sneak away now ‘n then. i’d love for this person to think nyx looks familiar but... be unable to put their finger on it.
#othqintro#intro.#let's just admire#she emphasizes the YOUR tongue... not the TONGUE#my naive lil bean
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u n s e e i n g e y e s f o l l o w a p p r o a c h i n g f o o t s t e p s . . .
“ hope you’re not try’na be a sneak.
it’s unbecoming. ”
a warning laced with poison.
she stands by the window.
no cane. no fear.
friend or foe, they’ve got
one thing
she’s after.
“ got a light ? ”
( jodie comer, gorgon, she/her & cisfemale ) is that ( bad reputation ) by joan jett & the blackhearts ) playing? (clementine cornelia carmichael ) must be nearby! heard folks say the ( one hundred fifty ) year old ( ex-mercenary ) was at the thanksgiving fair, ( lightin’ a cigarette by the kiddie play pen ) when chaos ensued. during the glitch, ( she dropped her cane while jumped by some no-good, possessed werecreatures, ‘til a mystery someone swooped her off to safety ).
b a c k g r o u n d .
clementine cornelia carmichael was the second of two daughters born to the carmichael family in georgia... and the disappointment starts there. her parents had been vying for a son, but alas –– with one x chromosome too many, they had no choice but to amend their planned wills. their family fortune, derived from plantation money, would go to the first daughter to marry, and her husband.
the catch. clementine didn’t know about this policy. only her older sister ( wanted connection ) was aware. so when clementine married her first husband, jeb, at 16, her older sister began brainstorming ways to sabotage their marriage to get the inheritance back in her name. it began with petty things. flubbing house parties. planting rumors. attempting to seduce jeb. eventually, it became clear this love was strong and she wouldn’t break it alone.
and then her lucky break struck. jeb and clementine’s efforts to have a child grew more desperate in the third year of their marriage. by 19, clementine had two miscarriages and narrowly escaped with her life. little did she know, getting so close to death activated a dormant gene in her...
all carmichael women are gorgons. her older sister knew about the family lore but clementine had never bothered to listen to her mother’s old tales of men turned to stone. it was only folk tales, old wive’s tales designed to scare both daughters into staying prim, proper, and well-behaved.
imagine her shock when, while they were making love, jeb turned to stone. talk about yikes. clementine flipped. her older sister came to the rescue –– with a pick axe and a sledgehammer. the two women pulverized the stone and buried it in an urn in the back yard of the young couple’s yard. widowed, clementine was reduced to nothing. no joys in life presented to her. the kicker? gorgons can reverse their own stone-turnings. and her sister? the bitch bloody lied to get her hands back on the inheritance.
a year and a half later, gorgon hunters stormed the house and mistook clementine for her sister. they kidnapped her and planned to kill her, until the quick-witted lady pitched an offer they couldn’t pass up: she’d provide them with mercenary services in exchange for her life. all of a sudden, their hunting jobs got ten times easier.
clem before jeb’s death was gentle. docile. calm waters, soothing breezes, dog-eared pages come morning. now? she whipped at the world with a vengeance. why deny what she was? why fight her essence?
clem later turned her captors to stone and privatized her mercenary jobs. her body count rose and rose, with no evidence left over for incrimination. but... by the late 1960′s, she grew tired of running. tired of hunting. with fresh dust on her hands, she finished her last kill, collected her hefty bill, and used the money to relocate to tiny letum falls, oklahoma.
there, she began to help out at the garden emporium, adding to its statue collection from pure boredom. she’d go to the bars, sleep around, repeat.
in the 70′s, she met manny otero, and the two have danced around one another ever since –– fuck buddies. she’ll never admit she actually might have feelings for the man.
in september, descendants of the hunters clem worked with and killed arrived in letum falls, searching for a blonde gorgon –– they found what they were lookin’ for, but not exactly who. again, mistaken for her sister, clem was attacked and left for dead in an abandoned house by the woods. dumb asses. didn’t know a gorgon can’t die unless you behead her.
clem awoke from the incident bloodied and blind. she can make out light and some loose peripheral shadows, but the blows to her head damaged her optical nerves enough to render her legally blind. she begrudgingly carries a cane when absolutely necessary, but she’ll more often than not defy using it by just... struggling her way through things. it’s messy. inelegant. but she’d rather stumble and trip than admit she needs assistance.
unlike other people, who might view tragedy as a way to make amends and realign with the world, clem’s attack just fueled her fire. she’s agitated. bristly. ready to snap at anyone who gets too close. it’s a miracle she hasn’t done a number on manny yet, or xander. ( she’s got a bit of a soft spot for the guy. )
t h e f a i r .
she went ‘cause everyone expected her not to. idiots. of course she was going to prove assholes wrong. of course she was going to light up a few cigs near the kiddie play pen. who do you think she is ? a changed woman ?
like clockwork, the first screams rang out when clem finally heard her lighter catch. so she took her time. lit the cigarette, took a looooooong drag. then came the footsteps. the snarls. the corner of her lips turned up in the teeniest of smirks.
she smelled it before she felt it. the blood. but just as soon as the pain blossomed ‘round her right forearm and shoulder, she was being pulled in the opposite direction. practically carried.
yeah. someone saved her ass. and she’s pissed about it.
c u r r e n t l y .
spends her time drinking, smoking, ‘n adding to brooks baker’s gray clouds over at the bakery. when she’s not there, you can find her sitting in her favorite diner booth sipping her umpteenth black coffee or tearin’ into a big fat slice of key lime pie.
aw. you scared ? you think some big bad glitch is gonna come back to take you, too ? cry her a river, hun. this ain’t nothing.
the local bartenders already know to pour her a double whiskey, straight as soon as she walks in the door. clem’s got this presence about her –– she turns heads and makes ‘em want to turn away all in one go.
c u r r e n t c o n n e c t i o n s .
fuck buddy / savior – manny otero. she’s got him right where she wants him... in bed. these two ooze libido and become a show almost anywhere they go. sometimes she’ll let him buy her a drink. other times, it’s just easier to cut to the chase. since becoming blind, things with manny haven’t changed much, and clem’s thankful for that. little does she know, he’s the asshole who saved her life at the fair.
unlikely ally – xander chapell. these two share late night cigs after clem gets some and, xander, well... does not, due to a variety of freak and unfortunate incidents. often clem barging in pre-bang. they have a special trust between them. xander opened up to clem about losing bez the night after the glitch. and she opened up to him, a little, about her past. it’s uncanny. but their bond works.
w a n t e d c o n n e c t i o n s .
enemies. give me people who really rub clem the wrong way. it ain’t hard to do.
her older sister. their relationship is dysfunctional. deceptive. manipulative. you’d think they were the heads of opposing armies, not borne from the same flesh and blood. surprise surprise, clem has since uncovered a gorgon’s ability to reverse their changes. needless to say, she’s wanting to seek some kind of comeuppance. the issue? her older sister has been the only person to succeed in forcing help on her after losing her sight. and killing her own caretaker? that’d look pretty gnarly, from the outside lookin’ in.
drinking crew. they’re not close, but they share a dark sense of humor and a penchant for dullin’ the senses.
garden emporium customers. i would love to have a connection whose relative / dog / etc. were turned to stone and showed up at the emporium the very same week they decided to snag some kind of lawn ornament to complement their new landscaping... let’s make it crunchy, and awkward, and terrible.
hookups / past flings. she’s been here a while. been around the world for a while. so i reckon while her body count for kills is high, her body count for beddin’ gives it a run for its money.
mentor / mentee type of thing. someone’s looking to learn from her. why ? who knows. but she’ll offer ill-founded advice and bitter philosophies. doesn’t have a good reason not to.
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–– m i c t a p ! “ an’... ohp ! we’re live ! ”
r u s t l e r u s t l e . . .
“ well, if you’re listenin’, welcome to another episode of witchin’ hour, in which i’ll do a real valiant job of wastin’ your precious time.
we got the tunes, we got the loons, and the night’s fresher
than a pack of fuckin’ mini mart twinkies. yep. i’m bez.
whaddya say we get jinkie with it ? ”
or, alternatively: my name is linc, this is bez holmes, and i hope you brought your schnazziest seatbelts ‘cause, oh bud... you’re in for quite the trip.
( timothee chalamet, ghost, he/him & cismale ) is that ( another one bites the dust ) by ( queen ) playing? guess ( killian beelzebub holmes)’s comin’ in hot! heard folks say the ( twenty three ) year old ( local radio host ) was at the thanksgiving fair, ( throwin’ darts at the balloon wall with his buds ) when chaos ensued. during the glitch, ( he was killed by one of his best supernatural pals he was tryin’ to talk down while everyone else was bookin’ it to the woods, but ain’t the faintest clue he’s dead… yikes ).
b a c k g r o u n d . . .
the autumn of 1959 brought the youngest holmes sibling into existence and knocked out their mother in one fell swoop. killian beelzebub holmes was born to mr. holmes and his late wife at precisely 3:33am just before an uncharacteristically frosty dusk.
mrs. holmes chose the name killian long before her second-born ever killed her, so... heh ! joke’s on her ! bez’s pops didn’t have the heart to call him *cough* er, killian, so the family settled for the next best thing so they could still honor his mother’s wishes: beelzebub. except... well. that still was a lil problematic, given the timing of his birth. and callin’ beelzebub on class attendance? not exactly the best look. hence, the nickname bez was born, and he’s been goin’ by it ever since.
bez has an older sister lee and the two are as thick as thieves. growin’ up, they always kept their father on his toes –– wherever the holmes kids go, trouble follows.
mr. holmes served as county sheriff until he was killed by his second wife when bez was 13 and lee was 14. lee went back to art school after the local police department covered up the bear out as a fuckin’ armed robbery gone wrong. lee ‘n bez were sworn to secrecy, but nothin’, not even authoritative men in police badges, can erase the image of stepmonster slashin’ dad to bits and lettin’ him fall face first into a plate of spaghetti.
bez never liked stepmonster to begin with, but killin’ their dad was the kicker. lee returned to art school and bez struggled to keep the peace in the household. the bitch stepped up the loving stepma act until a year later, when she wigged out again ‘n landed him in the hospital for a couple days. after that, lee returned home, ‘n it was officially holmes vs. mama bear.
movin’ out was the dream, but unfortunately, mr. holmes overextended when he bought this nice shiny new house for his new wife ‘n kids; most of his insurance money went to getting the house out from underwater, ‘n the rest went to funeral expenses. so... the kids were kinda stuck with her. still are.
bez never let himself be stupid enough to dream ‘bout leavin’ letum falls. he likes it here. he’s got his people. throughout school, he romped ‘round with the cool kids. hung out with all the supernaturals. in fact, you’d be hard pressed to find bez holmes chillin’ ‘round anyone who’s actually human. contrary to his sister, his father’s death didn’t turn him off from supernaturals –– if anythin’, it made him desperate to prove to himself just what a wildcard stepmonster was.
after high school graduation, bez pestered his way into workin’ at the local radio station. what started as a simple soundboarding gig morphed into hostin’ his very own show, the witchin’ hour, on which he talks about letum falls’ spooky happenings and engages with live callers. he’s got a sleep with me bit –– callers name celebrities, fictional characters, or even existing locals bez has to seduce via song and cheesy pickup lines. basically, the whole show’s a hangout with bez –– more often ‘n not, he’s high as a bird. so the witchin’ hour’s got itself a steady cult of listeners. bez loves every second of it.
he’s got a reputation for bein’ sexually ambiguous. he was outcasted pretty young as bein’ a lil... off? never into sports. liked to paint his nails colors sometimes. borrow lee’s shirts. his dad never raised issue with it, but stepmonster definitely had her reservations. still does. bez holmes is a kid some fathers told their sons to steer clear of. for fear of, bez’ll laugh as he tells ya, spreadin’ it around.
labels are for chumps, he’ll tell ya, mid-cigarette drag. size y’up real good. odds are, if you’re attractive ‘n mysterious in some way, he’ll fuck ya. ( not countin’ six months of abstinence in 1980 when he was convinced everyone he fucked wound up dyin’ two weeks later... there were a string of incidental deaths. but honestly, sometimes ? he thinks ‘bout it. )
fuckin’ klutz. yeah, he skateboards. yeah, he looks cool doin’ it. yeah, he’ll even wear his shades while he’s doin’ it at night. but surprise him? make him laugh? he’ll trip over his own two feet.
addicted to cinnamon waffles, enough syrup to drown atlantis a second time. he always haunts the local diner. when he’s not there, he’s likely playin’ pinball or skeeball at the local arcade, or slurpin’ down a rootbeer float and annoyin’ the living shit outta earl at the mini mart.
if it’s illegal? sign him up.
he owns a shit ton of thrifted clothes. lots of chunky jackets, v-necks, rings, necklaces. funky pants. he’s recognized around town by his crazy curls. they’re never tame. he’s always lookin’ artfully disheveled. smirkin’. stealin’ looks.
t h e f a i r . . .
bez was hangin’ out with his supernatural buds ( wanted connections )when all hell broke loose. he was actually makin’ a fool of himself with balloon darts, but he made a ten buck bet he could win a stupid hat.
while everyone else ran, bez tried to talk down one particular friend ( wanted connection ) who was tryna keep themselves from attackin’ him. he got so far as to get ‘em calm, place a hand on their shoulder. lean in to look ‘em in the eye real close.
“ hey man, hey now. listen. y’don’t gotta do this. killin’ ain’t punk, ‘kay? y’hate blood, hear me? i believe in you, ‘n even though you serve killer looks –– you’re not a killer. ”
even in the face of death, this kid fuckin’ joked around, and... basically this friend slashes his throat and ripped his heart out right after bez managed a hopeful smile. talk ‘bout a magical fuckin’ friendship.
lee and dean hollis took bez’s body with them when they fled the scene.
bez woke up a few days later in the woods near the fairgrounds. he wandered ‘n wandered, almost in a sleep-like trance, ‘til he reached dean’s house. walked in, blinked right at the guy. they exchanged words, albeit bitter ones, before bez left and walked on over to the radio station. did his show like normal, like he’d never even died. no memory of the glitch. no nothin’.
heads on over to earl’s mini mart like usual. but earl won’t check him out. earl isn’t hearin’ him. so he fuckin’ leaves with a bag of doritos and a big bottle of mountain dew. runs into his boyfriend, xander chapell. all’s fine ‘n well. he’s overjoyed to see the other male. everythin’s normal.
the next mornin’, he slinks home. finds lee cryin’ in her room. pieces it together and thinks it must be dean hollis. must be ‘cause of that asshole.
c u r r e n t l y . . .
ain’t nobody got the heart to tell this poor kid he died. he’s dead. and since he doesn’t know he’s a ghost ? he thinks wakin’ up near hose weird ass woods, near the fairgrounds ? it’s all a dream. he thinks the worsened insomnia ? ah. that’s just the weather. ‘n when his hand sometimes goes through things ? when people sometimes don’t see him ? some witch is probably havin’ trouble controllin’ their abilities.
stepmomma has a hunch bez’s spirit might be hauntin’ the house. she keeps tryna sage it. tryna figure out what’s gonna help get her stepson to the beyond. ‘cept bez doesn’t know this, and lee’s playin’ damage control.
he’s still so hopelessly in love with xander, but neither of these two goons have actually shared that with one another. it’s all in the looks. the touches. and now... there’s an added bonus that bez is dead –– technically a goner, unless he never resolves whatever’s keepin’ him here. which, y’know. he won’t. ‘cause he’s got no clue.
can he please get a waffle ? now some of the waitstaff won’t serve him at the diner ! the fuckin’ nerve ! it’s really okay because he’s got duffy ‘n georgia there to help him out. but damn. no one’s ever been this cold ‘cause of his off-color humor before. what’d he do ? lord knows.
weird shit’s happenin’. people in town are actin’ strange. something’s up. but then again, somethin’ always is. so bez doesn’t mind it. keeps on hummin’ his stupid tunes. carries on with his show. the radio station producers are scared shitless ‘cause like... this dead kid keeps goin’ on the air. what kinda cruel joke is this, huh ?
c u r r e n t c o n n e c t i o n s . . .
older sister – lee holmes. the holmes kids are revered and feared. always up to somethin’... tragic, what happened to ‘em, but lordie. that dead sheriff raised some weird kids.
low key love of his life – xander chapelle. they started dating a few months ago and bez... never... expected... this. he ain’t the feelings type, no sir. but xander lights somethin’ in him. somethin’ new. yeesh. now you’ve got him all fluttery.
chaos crew – maya shen. partners in crime, in an endless pacman and pinball war. they’ll beat one another’s scores back ‘n forth and back ‘n forth, never ending. bez is fascinated by maya’s family line ‘n all. she’s great to have ‘round, too, when he’s got a hankering for a cig but needs a decent light.
row, row, row your boat the fuck away from me – dean hollis. dude was pretty cool, ‘til y’know... he fuckin’ dumped his feelin’s on lee and skipped town. yeah, football. yeah, nfl. cool beans, huh? what’d he have to go and fuck with his sister’s heart for? and now that he’s back and lee’s actin’ weird... bez knows he’s the cause of it for sure. and he doesn’t like it one bit.
grew up together – georgia duchannes. bez, lee, ‘n georgia all grew up peas in a pod. mr. duchannes took over the role as sheriff because he sniffed somethin’ fishy goin’ on in the department and wanted to protect bez ‘n lee. bez gets a real kick outta georgia, ‘n folks even thought he had a crush on her back in the day. which is hilarious. ‘cause everyone ‘n their mother always knew georgia’d end up with vanetten.
the case he’s gonna crack – teejay vanetten. bez always liked vanetten, thought he was a chill guy, y’know? a lil’ vanilla, but hey. not everyone can be as ace as him. the dude’s always been a lil’ defensive around bez though, ‘cause of georgia. bez thinks it’s funny. plays into it sometimes, just to get a rise outta him. after the glitch, it becomes clear teejay’s goin’ through something not human, so bez is tryna get lee on board to help this guy figure out his shit.
w a n t e d c o n n e c t i o n s .
the best supernatural friend who killed him. bonus points if things get, like. real fuckin’ angsty.
past hookups. bez has gotten around. guys, gals, non-binary pals. sex is sex.
supernatural kool krew. this squad has a runs with wolves kinda vibe. bez might be the glue that holds it together. keepin’ up with supernaturals as a human, though? fuckin’ full time job.
avid radio listeners / callers. i... would love for some routine callers? maybe some peeps he knows from around town who he has ongoin’ banter with on the air?
goofy gays. all the gay vibes, just... we need a power gay squad mmkay?
enemies. i’m sure bez is on a lot of people’s shit lists. he speaks his mind. he goes outta his way to be a nuisance. but he’d just find this whole thing abso-fuckin-lutely hilarious.
music jam peeps. music is a huge part of bez’s everyday life. he listens to bands more than he listens to people. ‘n he dabbles in some musical shit himself. piano, some songwritin’ here ‘n there. nothin’ too major, but it’d be cool to have some pals who also feel as connected to music as him. he does, after all, run a radio show.
post-glitch connections. dude roams ‘round letum falls a lot now. he did before, too, but maybe there are some people who knew of him but didn’t know him before who’re now startin’ to talk with him? ‘cause they can see he’s a ghost, ‘n they feel bad? i dunno. at this point, bez is startin’ to yammer on ‘n on to whoever’s gonna listen. maybe they just see one another in odd ass places. like earl’s mini mart. or the arcade. or maybe this person’s willin’ to speak to someone for him when they’re doin’ that stupid ass ignorin’ game again.
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( brianne tju, dragon, she/her & cisfemale ) is that ( we didn’t start the fire ) by ( billy joel ) playing ? ( MAYA SHEN ) must be nearby ! heard folks say the ( twenty one ) year old ( arcade employee ) was at the thanksgiving fair, ( riding the ferris wheel ) when chaos ensued. during the glitch, ( she transformed and burnt down her childhood home ).
born and raised within the mysterious letum falls, oklahoma, maya shen felt right at home. her family, a line of male dragons who considered the supernatural gene a great honor, was more on the traditional side. no shoes inside the house, worship in the morning, home right after school, in bed before seven. they believed their family to be held to higher standards, warriors hidden in human flesh.
it was only two generations ago that the shen family realized the existence of other supernaturals. maya’s great-grandfather stumbled across a coven of witches sometime in the 1930′s, proving and disproving any assumptions the family had made about their special gift. it brought shame upon them for some time, but her grandfather offered peace and friendship to the coven, allowing them to live in harmony without the fear of attack from another kind. soon enough, a litter of species was introduced and the shen’s maintained a friendship with most. ( rival family ? wanted connection )
the dragon gene was predominantly passed down the line through men, 9 generations of male, dragon warriors, praised beyond words. the women were often seen as trophy wives, but love and respect remained sacred within the line. they thrived off true connection, the one where friendship lies close within but adoration curved the lines.
the shen family only recognized maya’s gift just before her fourth birthday, as she took a hard fall from the kitchen table, breaking the fragile bones in her legs. no need to worry, the dragon that emerged healed every break. their only heir, a female heir at that, none of them expected maya to receive the gene--- the first female dragon of the shen line in the last one hundred years. a 9th generation warrior, and a miracle in the eyes of her family. she was spoiled with gifts and food all throughout her younger years, many of the older generations bestowing gifts of their own upon the girl. she never was one for the spotlight, shying away from most of the glorified attention, and this became evident in years to come.
as a child, maya proved to be outgoing. specifically, she was known to “get lost” every couple months or so, wandering off within the woods and not being seen for days. she set up her own camp within the woods and had found sanctuary among the trees. the police had “rescued” her 8 times before the age of ten.
it wasn’t that she didn’t love her home, or her town, but the confines of her own four walls were incredibly irritating. the humming of the kitchen stove, her father’s constant snoring, even if he was awake. headaches ran rampant within her brain, and by eleven, she self diagnosed herself with adhd, a term her mother didn’t quite care for.
the following years are somewhat a blur. once maya’s self diagnosis came to light, she found solace within her own powers. the mesmerizing wave of the flame was one she couldn’t resist, and by 16, she’d caused three fires within the town. only two were accidents.
in all honesty, maya defied most of her family’s morals by the age of 18, often sneaking out, eating whatever junk food she could find, listening to unholy music, anything and everything that pleased her and annoyed her mother. not long after, she moved out and started living with a friend, finding herself working at the local arcade.
she’s a bit of a wild child, but she still holds her morals. while they’re not on such a tight leash, she still keeps the radar low. she holds on to her heritage, in small forms, relishing in a small prayer before every transformation, and attend all training sessions with her uncle every thursday night.
she’s bright spirit, hardly ever with a frown on her face, but she can be very serious, very intimidating --- if she needs to be. other than that she’s 115 pounds of pure fun and adrenaline.
aesthetics : bad stick n’ poke tattoos, leather jackets coated with the smell of cigarettes, a freshly packed blunt glowing yellow at the tip, late nights deafened by the rumble of engines, chipped skateboards worn down by the years, fire that fills the room and chars bone, a roar that carries across the sky, wings flapping in the wind.
wanted connections :
roommate : this would be someone 20-25, in maya’s age range that she convinced to move in with her after her graduation. she was aching to leave her parent’s house, but could never truly leave her home town. honestly this could be anyone, as maya was hella desperate, but if the connection interests you hit me up !
childhood “bestie” : this would be someone her parent’s forced her to hang out with at a young age. they were probably seen as a good influence ( though, whether they actually were a good influence or not is up to you, but her parents were under the impression ), maya wasn’t a huge fan of the idea, but for most of elementary and middle they were stuck together. i’m leaving this vague but i’d love to plot this out more !
co-workers : maya works at the arcade and spends most of her afternoons and nights there. this would be another worker, someone maya enjoys talking to or playing against to help her survive the shift (other than bez), maybe they hang out a lot after they get off ? probably hitting rooftops to see who can throw a rock to the next building over or something stupid like that
supernaturals : maya’s family has been pretty oblivious to other species, only coming into contact with other species (witches) just two generations before her, so they’re a bit lacking with information. these are supernaturals maya has come across and studied, either up close or from afar. she is currently aware of dragons (her family and a mystery dragon she saw at the fair), ghosts, vampires, and gorgons.
that’s,,,, all i got for now but i’m always down to brainstorm ! if any of these connections interest you, hmu !
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–– f i n g e r s d r a g m o t o r o i l l i k e p a i n t .
“ ah, i mean, jeez... y’know.
you sure you want a naked lady detailed
on your hood ? it’s just... ”
a waste of a beautiful damned finish.
“ what about a d e c a l , huh ?
'case y’change your mind ? ”
or, alternatively: meet teejay vanetten, local golden boy football star turned mechanic.
( jack mulhern, werebear, he/him, & cismale ) is that ( fool in the rain ) by ( led zeppelin ) playing? guess ( tucker jeremiah ‘teejay’ vanetten )’s comin’ in hot! heard folks say the ( twenty ) year old ( mechanic ) was at the thanksgiving fair, ( winnin’ the love of his life one of those damned jumbo elephant squishy things, he swears, just as soon as he buys more tickets ‘cause this damned ring toss is a hell ton harder than playin’ football ever was ) when chaos ensued. during the glitch, ( he nearly lost his life in a werebear attack while tryin’ to get himself and his fiancee out from harm’s way ) .
b a c k g r o u n d .
teejay’s father, jeremiah, went to school with georgia duchannes’ mother, and was introduced to one of her close friends, katherine ( kay ), who would later become the love of his life.
in 1962, teejay was born. he was a bright, hazel-eyed baby boy who just couldn’t stop smiling. the vanettens would play the beatles and he’d bounce in his crib; they’d have living room dance parties before dinner. jeremiah and kay were the picture-perfect, most loving parents –– they cheered when teejay sipped from his first non-sippy cup. as a family, they share many laugh-so-hard-you-cry moments.
the vanettens are an outdoorsy family. they got teejay into camping and hiking very young, starting with setting up a tent and lanterns in their own back yard and progressing from there. teejay learned to whittle when he was six, and has continued the hobby ever since. ( he’s made georgia many a figurine. )
mr. vanetten owns vanetten auto, and mrs. vanetten worked as secretary to the mayor. growing up, teejay lived modestly but comfortably. teejay learned to change his first tire when he was in elementary school, and he was hooked –– throughout middle and high school, he’d bring his dad a soda after football practice and help him out at the auto shop.
local football sweetheart. teejay followed in dean hollis’s legacy, and as quarterback for the ferrets, people expected big things from this kid. he accepted a full-ride scholarship to play football for a D1 university and completed one year of studies there, before choosing to drop out and return home to help out his parents after his mom fell ill with a brain tumor.
for about a year, teejay has been home. his mother isn’t able to work any longer, so the vanetten household lives paycheck to paycheck, and teejay essentially runs the garage to allow his dad to take his mom in for treatments, etc. the prognosis isn’t good, but vanettens are hopeful people, and they’re prayin’ for a miracle. god works in mysterious ways.
around town, he can be found helping his neighbors garden, carry their groceries, etc.
at the garage, he’s always playin’ zeppelin, queen, and hummin’ along. odds are, if you show up, he’s toe-tappin’ under the hood of someone’s vehicle with motor oil smeared all over the place.
his grandmother used to call him peter rabbit because his hair always flops in front of his eyes like peter’s ears.
goes by teejay but... it was supposed to be tj. in kindergarten, when the teachers asked kids to spell their names, tucker jeremiah just assumed it was spelled t-e-e-j-a-y because his parents never addressed him by his full name unless he got into trouble, and it looked right to him ! so that’s what he’s been goin’ by and spellin’ it like ever since.
he has that adorable southern drawl. that warm, lopsided smile. honestly folks, this here’s a heartthrob of a guy, ‘n he’s got no awareness of it.
he loves chocolate shakes and bacon burgers. corn nuts are a must. he does that thing at the drive-in where you get two popcorn bags ( one empty ) and toss all the m&ms and popcorn together like a salad.
not a coffee guy, so he drinks cokes for the caffeine.
t h e f a i r .
teejay was getting slaughtered by the ring toss when the glitch broke out. he immediately searched the mayhem to find georgia, his fiancée, but once the two of them linked up and started their escape, they were attacked by a rogue werebear.
while finding his way to georgia, teejay pointed and helped as many people as he could to safety. he’s the definition of selfless, and his priorities were as follows: save georgia. save everyone else.
he’s so heckin’ thankful his mother and father stayed home; they’d almost decided to go. imagine their horror when they heard the news...
teejay was unconscious at the clinic for about three days before coming to. he has nasty slash scars across his chest and ribs from the attack.
c u r r e n t l y .
strange things are happenin’. he can smell for miles. sometimes his own strength precludes him. he accidentally bent a tire iron in two. wha ? he’s tryin’ not to make a fuss about it. everyone else has so much weighin’ on ‘em, the last thing teejay ever wants is to be a burden. but like. the wakin’ up in the woods with blood on his lips ? he’s startin’ to think maybe that’s not just a night terror.
still runs the auto shop! and manages finances for the vanetten household. so he’s... run down. kinda stressed. you can see it in his eyes, in his smile. but lord, he’s tryin’.
a complete mama’s boy. and the thought of losin’ her? it’s killin’ him. her memory hasn’t been affected yet, but... the docs say it’ll soon see some changes. and god, he’s terrified.
drives a green ‘60 impala that he and his father pieced together and refinished with their own two hands. it’s his baby.
c u r r e n t c o n n e c t i o n s .
fiancée – georgia duchannes. these two are letum falls’ token sweethearts, through and through. been best friends since birth, essentially, and even though they only started officially datin’ when they were 15, everyone knew they were devoted to one another long before. their engagement’s a quiet development, but ain’t nobody surprised, really. these two complement one another better than cinnamon sugar on a fairground pretzel. georgia’s assertiveness rounds out teejay’s people-pleasing. and jesus, they’re so in love. teejay’s only got eyes for his girl. he still makes heart eyes when anyone so much as mentions her, even now.
football teammate / dynamic duo – jesse torres. on the field, these two were unstoppable. off the field, they’re inseparable. teejay and jesse made letum falls football history, and there wasn’t any doubt in anyone’s minds that they’d both go on to do amazing things. teejay accepted his full-ride scholarship, but jesse never got the chance. and now that teejay’s back and in a similar precarious situation with losin’ his mother soon? these two need one another more than ever. catch ‘em around town gettin’ into silly shenanigans, and being general doofuses. soft bros. we love.
reluctant ally / sleuther – lee holmes. teejay meets lee when bez introduces ‘em, and reluctantly agrees to help him figure out what the hell is happenin’ to him. because he doesn’t wanna bother anyone else with it, and he trusts the holmes’, even if they are a lil... strange.
older brother figure / idol – dean hollis. dean hollis left a legacy here in letum falls, and teejay has always aspired to be like him. he was so thrilled dean would be makin’ an appearance at the thanksgiving fair, and now that he’s decided to stay? ample brother-type bonding’ll ensue.
w a n t e d c o n n e c t i o n s .
witch / warlock friend. someone teejay knows might have magical aptitude, and might approach about curing his mother. maybe it’s not possible. maybe it is, but this individual doesn’t have the skillset quite ironed out. either way, he can’t exactly go on and ask it with no premise, so... they’ve bonded over the past few months as friends. and he’s still tryin’ to figure out how to ask for help ( one of his weaknesses ) .
someone who helps out at the garage. teejay’s footin’ it all on his own lately, and the workload can be tough. maybe this person helps work on cars too, or maybe they’re more customer-facing. they help round out the workload so teejay isn’t pullin’ 24-hour shifts. because honestly, some days, it comes to that.
high school friends / squad. since teejay’s back in town, i imagine folks he went to school with were keen on reconnecting. teejay was well-liked and popular in high school, yes because of football, but also because he’s just genuinely an openhearted person. these folks could be from all walks of life.
best girl friend(s). he turns to these gals for shenanigans, and also, like... huh. how does he word this? relationship advice? not that he doesn’t know what t’do but uh... sometimes the female perspective’s kinda nice.
beer buds. life’s hard unless you’ve got a cold one in your hand, and a pal to help knock ‘em back.
one-sided flirtationship. yo. he’s oblivious. how hilarious would it be if someone was like... very clearly flirty with him and he just? doesn’t even? see it?
anything under the sun ? i... am so open ? i love plots ? hit me with the angst. the fluff. the anything.
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( sam claflin, human, he/him & cismale ) is that ( the boys are back in town ) by ( thin lizzy ) playing? ( cillian james o’connor ) must be nearby! heard folks say the ( twenty-nine ) year old ( police officer ) was not at the letum falls thanksgiving fair because ( he’d been called elsewhere on a different job ). as a result, they weren’t present during the glitch but ( he’s haunted by the guilt of being unable to save everyone who died ).
𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍
born 29 years ago in dublin, ireland, to john and ellen o’connor, cillian was the second-born of three sons, although middle-child syndrome is a totally foreign concept to him.
school was a pretty easy ride for him but he tended to get bored because he liked a challenge, something more hands-on and interesting.
the rest of his childhood was relatively ordinary, until the age of eleven when his parents moved to letum falls, taking him and his brothers with them, in search of ‘the american dream’. if he was honest, he couldn’t put his finger on how he felt about the move. on one hand, he was thrilled at the idea of a fresh start, the chance to be whoever and whatever he wanted to be. on the other hand, the thought of leaving every single friend he’d ever made was nothing short of terrifying.
it was tough for cillian as an irish boy going through american schools, but he was grateful for his brothers to help him through it. nothing too horrendous happened to him, he just felt like the odd one out, never quite fitting in with everyone around him.
he had a small but solid group of friends, but a few more certainly wouldn’t have hurt.
he got through more than his fair share of exes, people seemingly fascinated by his accent amongst other things (as though they’d never heard a different accent before), but usually managed to end relationships on relatively good terms.
days after his twenty second birthday, cillian moved out of his parents’ and worked towards his freshly realised goal of becoming a police officer. years of training later, cillian is now an officer at letum falls police department.
up until the thanksgiving fair and the chaos that ensued, work had been just about the only part of his life that he had all figured out, as outside of work, he’s always been a ‘go with the flow’ kinda guy (he blames it on his whole life being uprooted at the age of eleven and not even being able to have an opinion on the matter).
his parents and brothers still live relatively local, though all three boys have now left the family home.
originally, the o’connors had arranged to meet at the thanksgiving fair and spend the day together, however, as he was unable to get the time off work, cillian missed the family get-together and was instead sent to investigate a case elsewhere.
it was a minor petty theft, but it was during this time that the glitch happened and things at the fair went haywire. luckily, his family weren’t severely harmed during the chaos but cillian can’t forgive himself for not being there to protect his family and all of the casualties that happened as a result of the glitch.
in his heart, he knows that there was likely nothing he could’ve done, even if he had been there, but as a member of the town’s law enforcement, he feels obligated to protect the citizens of the town and as a result, feels that he let everyone down and failed at his duties.
all that continues to play through his mind is what if i’d lost my family? and all he can think about is how many people did lose their family.
even worse than being unable to protect everyone, he has no idea what even happened and that makes him feel even worse than useless. he’s entirely convinced that it’s something beyond the realms of human understanding though, and is certainly fascinated by the countless cases that have been labelled by the police as freak accidents.
𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢
cillian can come across as being quite confident, but he lacks self-assurance and masks his true feelings a lot of the time.
externally, he’s amiable and warm but inwardly, it’s a bit of a different story. not only does he find it difficult to tell people about himself, but he often fails to see the purpose of doing so.
he’s incredibly laid back and sees no point in wasting his energy worrying about things that don’t matter or that he can’t change. he has a ‘big picture’ approach, focusing more on the end result of things and situations rather than the details along the way – he’ll cross those bridges when he comes to them.
cillian likes to think of himself as pretty charming and easy-going, determined to make people like him. its his naturally easygoing nature which makes him easy to open up to and confide in, even if this isn’t reciprocated.
when it comes to his work, cillian is a different person. he’s focused and driven, determined to get the answers people need and deserve.
however, because of this, he can often take his work home with him and mull over cases while he’s off, particularly those unrealistically labelled as freak accidents.
he’s torn between his loyalty to his job, and his belief that people deserve the truth so for now, he continues to investigate and peruse cases alone without divulging too much incriminating information to others.
if ever anyone encounters him staring blankly into the distance, chances are he’s lost in his world of work again. he loves what he does, because he loves knowing that he’s helping people.
he’s sensitive to other people’s emotions and patient regarding differing opinions – definitely more of a mediator than an argumentative type of person, however this can translate as indecisiveness at times (don’t ask him what flavour cupcake he wants, just give him one, he’ll be happy with whatever you choose)
𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜
friends w/ benefits
Dodgy People™️ who’ve had run ins with the police
unlikely friends
enemies
exes/previous flings
literally anything and everything
yes i did copy/paste this section from billie’s intro and no i’m not sorry
#othqintro#did i make this up on the spot? absolutely#have i actually thought through any of this? hell to the nah
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so i just keep sayin' i hate everybody. but maybe i, maybe i don't...
( sophie turner, siphon, she/her & cisfemale ) is that ( rhiannon ) by ( fleetwood mac ) playing? ( nova caligo ) must be nearby! heard folks say the ( twenty five ) year old ( skate distributor & cashier at letum skate ) was at the thanksgiving fair, ( arguing with the guy in charge of the ring toss who accused her of cheating ) when chaos ensued. during the glitch, ( she blacked out but came to with blood and ash all over her ).
did i copy paste some of this straight from tess’ aurora bio? yes, yes i did. but not all of it.
tw — blood, violence, human sacrifice
born and raised a few towns over from letum falls, the caligo twins got the short end of the stick. their parents — profound, addicted dark magic users — weren’t the best at taking care of one kid, let alone two. the twins’ grandparents wanted to take custody, remove the girls from such a dark environment, but they were hesitant. the girls didn’t seem to be in danger. just two happy little kids and a hailstorm in the form of parental guidance. just to be safe, their grandfather placed a protective spell upon the twins to alert them if the twins were ever in immediate danger. good fuckin’ thing too, because just before the girl’s fifth birthday that bell rang like hell. crashing into the caligo family home, nana and papa walked into a horror scene. the twins were left without their magic, and if they had stepped in a second later, they could’ve lost their lives, too. their parents, with their deceptive and sadistic minds, had conjured up a plan to steal the twins’ magic, sacrifice them for more, and hit the road. that plan was stopped in its tracks. once the girls were put into the safety of their grandparents care, their parents left to roam the world and escape the wrath of nana. while it would’ve been best to end the trouble there, nana just didn’t have the heart to end it. so, their parents are still off, free in the world, waiting.
unlike her sister, nova didn’t go out of her way to please her grandmother’s desire to control them. where her sister seemed to put up with it, nova defied it. at first it was accidental; she’d climb a tree and tear her dress. jump in a puddle and stain it. then they became far more purposeful. "it's not my fault the dress spontaneously combust! what do you mean this dress didn't come with a giant gash in it? i needed to see if it was fireproof for science nana!"
when nova was about nine, after destroying a dress, her grandmother dragged her to the store to buy something else as a punishment. slipping away was something nova did best so she did and stumbled upon a cat. she went over and picked it up, petting it’s head. unbeknownst to nova, her touch siphoned the magic out of the cat and it turned into a person. she eventually managed to convince her nana to let her keep the ‘cat’ the twins had been hiding in their room.
the older the twins got, the more they pushed their grandmother’s control away, and the closer they pulled the other close. their styles evolved to reflect their individual selves. rory went out for sports and nova got into music, but eventually both traded their passions for something more important — magic.
the twins tried to move out at 18, ready to get on with their own lives and see what was waiting out there, but papa got sick and… well that plan died quick. as the years passed papa slowly went down hill and modern medicine was no help to his shriveling frame. so, spell book after spell book was brought up from the basement and the women of the caligo family spent weeks searching for the magic cure. finally, just as he was ready to say his goodbyes, nana sprung from the table and threw the book down before the twins. holding out her hands, she offered the girls rivers of magic. this wouldn’t just take one witch. three long hours passed, reading and rereading the incantation, failed attempts, a few too many bathroom breaks, but soon enough papa was back up and runnin’, a smile on his face and love in his heart ready to last for another decade or so. whatever he had left, he was gonna use it til’ he couldn’t. once they were sure papa was fine and nana was okay, the girls finally got their own place at 21, taking nyx along with them.
nova works at the skating rink. if you ask her, she’ll say it’s against her will but she actually enjoys it most of the time. it’s also convenient for keeping an eye on nyx who works in the same building.
her biggest concern as of late, that she hasn’t told anyone about, is that when she woke up after blacking out at the fair, she felt something bad — something evil. and it definitely doesn’t help that she woke up covered in blood.
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