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[xslater]

we got a live one here, folx! california native, former air force computer nerd, budding conspiracist, grandspawn of george alby. without further ado......

JORDAN ALBY-SLATER  — THIRTY-TWO  —  IT MANAGER AT THE NOUVEAU HOTEL AND RESORT.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: drug use, drowning.

as u can probably already tell from the name, yes jordan is related to george alby. he’s one of the old geezer’s grandchildren, to be specific! his mother is george’s daughter.

born in santa monica, ca, jordan’s family spent every summer at pleasance. he’d always particularly loved taking boat rides on the lake. he had a group of friends here in pleasance that he always hung out with whenever he was in town and they’d usually smoke some pot, take some pills, so when jordan started seeing and hearing a woman in the lake, he just attributed it to the drugs.

which brings us to june 2006 - jordan had just turned 17 and was taking a boat ride by himself and the next thing he knew, he was soaking wet, lying on dirt, surrounded by concerned faces, among those of which his mother and grandfather. apparently, someone saw him just jump into the water and when it took some time before he resurfaced, they decided to go after him. he remembered nothing of this story.

after that, the summers at pleasance stopped. jordan never bothered asking why they couldn’t go back for he simply assumed that there was some kind of animosity between his mother and grandfather since they seemed to have stopped communicating with each other as well.

fast forward 2 years. jordan enlisted in the air force and trained to become a cyberspace operations officer. he was eventually based in san antonio, texas and things had only gotten weirder from there.

he started receiving radio frequencies transmitted from somewhere in ohio. and not only was he not able to pinpoint the exact coordinates from where the signals were coming, but he couldn’t even decipher what they meant or who they were even meant for.

he never told anyone about this, least of all his superiors. so for years, he kept this information solely to himself, documented every occurrence, tried to figure out the patterns. this obviously took out a huge chunk of his time, but that was the least of his concerns; somehow, he’d fallen into a more troubling drug habit than what he’d been dabbling in when he was younger, which alarmed his coworkers the less he showed up for work, and when he did show up, he was rarely himself. a simple drug test was enough to confirm what jordan had been up to, resulting to his immediate dismissal.

jordan moved back to santa monica with his parents and was admitted into a rehabilitation facility for his substance abuse issues. the program was successful and he managed to start building his life back up. he made himself useful at his father’s store and even rented out his parents’ garage as his temporary residence ( also because they didn’t yet trust him to live on his own ). what they didn’t know, however, was that he’d taken some files from san antonio with him and was covertly continuing his investigation on the sound frequencies.

eventually, he was able to locate the source of the transmissions. needless to say, seeing pleasance’s coordinates on the map couldn’t have been any more surprising.

he needed to follow the trail before it goes cold, so he told his parents that he wanted to move to pleasance for a change of scenery, help out at his grandfather’s hotel. george alby was more than happy to take his grandson in seeing as one of jordan’s older siblings was already the hotel’s manager. jordan, given his previous work experience, would be the new head of the it department.

he’s been in pleasance for six months now and has been continuing his research, which has been frustratingly slow in terms of progress, if there’s any at all. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS!

siblings (3) - jordan has an older brother and an older sister - one of which is currently the manager of nouveau hotel and resort - and a younger sister. 

summer lovin - jordan used to always come to pleasance every summer with his family until he was 17. this character would’ve started off as a summer friend but as they grew older, it became more apparent that there was definitely an attraction there. they probably hooked up for the first time the summer that jordan drowned and that was the last they’ve ever heard of each other until jordan returned 6 months ago.

kings and queens of summer - basically jordan’s group of friends he would always hang out with whenever he was in town for the summer until he was 17. 

neighbor - probably met when jordan was helping them set up a router or some other tecchy stuff and since then their doors have been constantly open to each other - they probably have keys to each other’s houses too, tbh. the neighbor also maybe occasionally just comes over to check in on jordan esp if they’re a friend of george alby, kind of like someone coming over to water somebody’s plant, only it’s a human plant.

fellow investigator - somebody who’s actively looking into the strange phenomena in town, not necessarily the same frequencies that jordan’s trying to monitor but they could totally put all their findings together at some point to make better sense of things.

ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS!

to be updated.

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[johndoesmith]

THE MASK, [REDACTED]

Birth name [REDACTED]

Current name John Doe Smith

Date of Birth [REDACTED], 1971

Birthplace [REDACTED]

Birthplace Nashville, Tennessee

Gender Male

Religion [REDACTED] Christian

Languages [REDACTED] English

Occupation [REDACTED] Owner and operator of Kore Values radio station and host of talk show.

Family [REDACTED] Lives alone.

Face claim Michael Shannon

Strange History The Writing on the Wall

Headcanons

Really enjoys all aspects of Americana. Does barbecues, joins into the local HOA and often helps sponsor or run fundraisers. Extremely outgoing and visible member of the community.

Often stays to self outside of “performances” Switches between high extroversion and introversion.

Hates COMMUNISM but loves FREEDOM and CAPITALISM

Understands Email but ends all messages with... also Loves crusty boomer memes. Does not understand texting but is extremely competent with radio tech.

He WILL rant at you about things he thinks are important.

Genuinely helpful, if a bit strained.

Has barbecues every week after church, and uses the opportunity to be an absolute gossip hound.

A prominent member of the local Revolutionary War Reenactment Group. Owns a few flintlocks for shooting blanks and wearing costumes during reenactments.

Gets extremely uncomfortable around WW2 reenactment groups.

Is Chair of the Cleanliness Council of Pleasance since 1993, not out of competence but due to disinterest from any and all potential contenders.

Watches a lot of 1950s science fiction.

Has a large library of American literature political and for entertainment. Owns at least 4 copies of the Declaration of Independence. One is framed above his fireplace.

Drives an old pickup truck with a LOT of boomer bumper stickers.

Inquisitive and curious to a fault.

Will follow the faintest trails if focused on it.

Passionate, but at times too intense.

Outwardly friendly, but internally distant.

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[oskarmxller]

intro

personal details

full name: oskar konstantin järvinen-miller nicknames: miller (by his close friends) gender: cis male pronouns: he/him/his age: twenty-six date of birth: 30/10/1994

background + family

hometown: sippola, finland ethnicity: finnish nationality: american language(s) spoken: english & finnish adoptive father: kenneth "ken" miller adoptive mother: connie mary miller

**NOTE** lost finnish dual citizenship at the age of twenty-two due to a lack of connection to finland

romantic + sexual identity

romantic orientation: panromantic sexual orientation: demisexual relationship status: single

other

occupation: veterinary nurse place of work: pleasance veterinary clinic & pet supply store religion: christian (protestant) diet: vegetarian pet: cat (ragdoll) named pearl, x2 chickens named penny & pecky

strange history: the black locust tree at 708 bell street

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[wispykatsopolis]

meet whisper spirit katsopolis. she’s 28, has lived in pleasance her entire life, and she’s a mortician at faccone funerals & cremations. you can find her about page HERE to read a little more about her, and you can find some tidbits about her below the cut! if you’d like to plot, please hit me up either through tumblr im or discord! @phqextras​

trigger warnings: congenital heart disease

whisper will also answer to wispy and any other variation you can get from her name

she has congenital heart disease. she was born with it and she takes medication for it. she had open heart surgery when she was three months old, so she has a large scar down her chest. she doesn’t hide it and she doesn’t mind people asking about it, it’s not a sensitive subject for her.  the only close call with death she’s ever had was when she gave birth to her daughter. she’s been fine ever since, and tends to take it easy as far as strenuous activity goes

speaking of sensitive... she is one. she has sort of a sixth sense. she can feel when something unordinary/supernatural is around (it’s mostly the energy of spirits she can feel, she’s just ultrasensitive to it). it doesn’t mean she can talk to ghosts, but she can in fact see certain apparitions. she can feel when something of the like is around, and she can usually tell if it’s good or bad. she gets the feeling most of the time around cemeteries, in the morgue, in her embalming room, or near places that are historically old

mom is italian, dad is greek. she speaks both languages fluently and she can speak american sign language, as well as in italian and greek

if you’re not her family or her friend, don’t call her anything that pertains to her height (or lack thereof)

she’s a mortician and she loves her job, even if it’s emotionally trying at times

she’s a practicing witch and has been ever since she could remember

she loves creepy stuff

scary movies are her favorite

she will eat anyone out of house and home

her daughter is the love of her life

don’t come for her or her family. she can and will make your death look like an accident

tries not to curse, so she uses alternative phrases the best she can

will absolutely correct you on something if she knows she’s right about it. if she’s claiming she’s right, it’s because she is --- she learned it, didn’t guess it

dresses like a total tomboy. she only gets ‘girly’ when she’s dressing up for an event or meeting. her usual attire consists of jeans and a baggy t-shirt and converse

her hair is forever messy. she can never get it to look decent

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[behrooz-najm]

BIRTH NAME: Behrooz Hakim Najm NICKNAME: Bez AGE+DOB: 26 years old, March 5th 1994 GENDER: Non-binary/agender PRONOUNS: they/them NATIONALITY: British  ETHNICITY: Indian EDUCATION: High school diploma, six week cop training HOME TOWN: London, UK CURRENT LOCATION: Pleasance, Ohio OCCUPATION: Junior Detective RELIGION: Islam ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good FAMILY: grandmother and extended family in London, UK, aunt and her four kids in Cincinnati, Ohio, USA. FACECLAIM: Viveik Kalra @phqextras

+ Innovative, warm, witty, kind, protective, geeky +/- Intellectual, observant, horny - unreliable, outspoken, easily distracted

++ BIOGRAPHY

full biography here

Tdlr; Behrooz is the child of a mother who disappeared and a father who drank himself to death before they were even one year old. As a result they were told to lay low and not make themselves another burden to the family. After being contacted by their aunt, Behrooz tried everything to try and meet her. At nineteen they traveled from London to Cincinnati, Ohio, the United States, where they moved in with their aunt and started a six-week training program to become a cop. Their grandmother called them crazy for their choices, but that only made Behrooz more intent to succeed. At age twenty-four they were made a detective, as part of a commisonar’s reelection program, promoting a British Muslim who also openly identified as Agender was the best promotional stunt. Soon as she was reelected, Behrooz was transferred to Pleasance, Ohio. 

++ WANTED CONNECTIONS

++ A FRIEND AND CONFIDANT: Behrooz moved in recently, they never shy away from a conversation with a stranger, and neither have you.

++ THINK AS… VERY STRONG COFFEE: every single morning - save for a few days especially on the weekend - you have stood in front or behind Bez in the line at Daily Grind. They’ve struck up a conversation several times, they’re friendly, boastful, very open, and you are very confused. But it works.

++ HIDING SOMETHING?: They’re a cop. They’re supposed to find the bad guy, they’re supposed to notice when something is off about someone. And you are very certain that the reason why they keep on checking in on you is because they think you’re not who you want everyone to think you are.

++ I SUPPOSE? WHY NOT: Friends with Benefits. ‘Nough said.

++ AND I WOULD WALK FIVE HUNDRED MILES…: hiking by yourself can be interesting, but hiking together helps heal the soul. Behrooz has seen you take to the trails a few times, and they’re very keen to join you.

++ SOME FUN HEADCANONS

++ Wears a lot of loosely fitted clothing outside of work

++ Continues to pray five times a day, alas they do that on their own. They try to drive to a nearby city every weekend that has a mosque. Religion still calms them down. 

++ Is very open about who they are. Whether their gender identity, religion, or where they’re from, they’re not used to hiding it. That and having been the poster-boy for a future commissioner has made them unable to hide it as well, at least within the police force. 

++ They come off as rather lazy, drinks a lot of coffee, and falls asleep on the job. They’re less outspoken, more silent and observant, that and their quick reflex to smile makes them appear stupid. 

++ But while silent and observant on the job, Behrooz in more personal situations is a bubbly individual with a lot to say, a lot to ask, and a lot to joke about. They’re friendly, eager, presenting the very best that they can. They give people way too many chances and they get far too personal with most people. They’re kind and curious in their demeanor, more likely to strike up a conversation with a suspect rather than state them their rights. 

++ They believe in the occult, they can be rather spiritual and superstitious. It has nothing to do with their religious background however, but they think the USA is filled with spirits and mysteries that nobody can make much sense of. A continent of pain and genocide. Or in their words; a fucked up place if you ask me. 

++ They regularly send back letters to their aunt - despite not really sure where they stand with her - detailing what they’ve been doing. 

++ They love to go hiking. Nature is a place where they can be alone and recharge just as much as a mosque is. Also placing a prayer mat outside is one of the best experiences, it makes them feel even closer to Allah. 

++ INCREDIBLY helpful. They have some background in coding, so they tend to jump on things when ICT is concerned, they also are a great listening ear. 

++ Horny, very horny. 

++ No task is too small. Getting coffee, no problem, they’ll probably make a friend along the way. Printing some papers, not an issue. Writing out a report, give them five minutes. Behrooz does everything with the same conviction. 

++ They’re very chill with the nickname Bez. Though they’re formally known as Detective (or Junior Detective) Najm. 

++ They never did learn what happened to their mother. From what they have been able to figure out - another reason why becoming a cop was not such a bad idea - their mother was never heard from again after delivering a baby in a New York hospital. She did survive however, and the man with her was named Hakim Najm, who helped her out of the hospital. Between then and Hakim arriving back in London with a little baby, things are a blur. 

++ Their house is an absolute mess, coffee mugs everywhere, clothes on the floor. They’ve considered hiring someone to clean, but never got to that part.

++ Confused about the idea of being called an adult, still very much feels like they’re a child. However, this is mostly because despite their position in life, they often feel like they’re on a road without any road markers. 

++ They don’t drink, they don’t do drugs, and they’ve been eating less and less meat because they can’t find Hallal anywhere nearby. Being raised in a strict Muslim family, Bez’s one huge obstacle when becoming a cop was the idea that they didn’t want to consume alcohol and also not touch it - a statement that got them fired after two months working in a grocery store in London because for that reason they didn’t want to be a cashier. However there have been instances where they’ve been asked to take in bottles of alcohol for evidence, and they’re very uncomfortable with the notion.

++ Receives the question: “Behrooz, are you paying attention?” way too often. 

++ Gets lost in thought a lot. 

++ Heavy British (Cockney) accent. (Think John Constantine)

++ They’ve read the Quran, although their grandmother never taught them Arabic beforehand, so they’re currently reading it in English in between classes, thesis writing, and walks.

++ Is always running from one place to the next because he has too much planned on a daily basis.

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[kincadedonnelly]

Gender: Nonbinary Pronouns: they/them Age: 29 Birthday: April 7th Occupation: Owner of For Keeps Antique Store

@phqextras​

Bio: No one ever remembers the night Kincade was actually born.

His mother said it was a surprise birth that happened at home, but even then… no midwife, and it was a few days before the baby was taken to the hospital for all the requisite paperwork and checkups. In fact, most people were surprised. They couldn’t particularly remember Kincade’s mother, Rhona, being pregnant. They couldn’t remember her not being pregnant either. It just seemed that anyone close had failed to notice the lovely young Irish woman and her soft-spoken husband had been expecting. Rumors hardly even started at his birth, and certainly none sustained by the time Kincade entered school.

Not nearly so quiet as their father, Kincade was an excitable child, eager to talk and to please. They fit in well with the other children, not a natural leader per se, but one who stepped up when no one else would, offering imaginative ideas for play. In the younger years, the sheer energy of the child had been a boon to all those around them. By the time they got older, however, teachers didn’t take so kindly to their talkative, excitable nature. It wasn’t an easy lesson to learn, but Kincade became quiet and withdrawn over the years and impossibly polite to boot, much to the dismay of their parents. But despite their efforts to communicate with Kincade’s teachers, there seemed nothing amiss to anyone else. Kincade excelled in school in some areas, was merely passable in others, but that was to be expected. The teachers encouraged Kincade’s interests in english and social studies, finding their comprehension well above that of their peers. Nothing much came of it though, as Kincade began to shy away from others with each passing year.

Those who knew them well knew that Kincade was a bit of a collector. At the tender age of ten, they had found a silver pocket watch hanging from a tree branch and snatched it up to show at school the next day. The story encouraged a teacher to touch base with their parents, concerned of stealing, but Rhona and James assured them that the pocket watch was honestly gotten, swearing it belonged to them and James must have simply lost it in the backyard. The matter was put to rest, and nothing was ever said of it to Kincade.

As years went on, Kincade found more and more things that way. Picked them up off the sidewalk, found them in spare spaces and closets, just little valuable trinkets here and there. As they got older, seeming more larger stuff appeared. An antique wooden chair, an old steamer trunk, a decent wooden table. With a few woodshop classes in high school, Kincade would soon learn a hobby that would become the main distraction from the tragedy that was soon to befall them.

Just days after their 16th birthday (and telling their parents they didn’t quite feel at home in their body), Kincade’s parents disappeared. They’d seen their parents on the walk home from school, just stepping past the treeline into Southwood Forest from their small neighborhood. Kincade had called out, but it had fallen on deaf ears. Unconcerned at the time, Kincade headed home, picking up a rare mint coin off the sidewalk on the way. It wasn’t unusual for their parents to go for walks together, after all. What was unusual was when they didn’t return home after an hour, or two hours, or later that night, or the next morning. Eventually, a search was underway, but there was no sign of them. Kincade temporarily went into the care of a teacher in town while the search carried on, but eventually everyone had to conclude that Rhona and James simply weren’t coming back. Abandonment. No one would say it to Kincade, not in so many words, but they were all thinking it.

With the help of a few teachers, the sheriff, and a small fortune left to them by their parents, Kincade successfully filed to become an independent, even at the young age of 16. Their grades were okay enough, finances well cared for until they were at least 21, barring any major financial setbacks, and it was clear Kincade could handle themselves. No one saw much grief from them in the time after. It seemed that Kincade was simply as quiet and withdrawn as ever, polite to every well-wisher. Many called it maturity, but it was simply a sad child unwilling to let others see their weakness. God forbid anyone take them from their home, send them to people they had never met. With no family to speak of and no experience with the larger world, it seemed safer to simply stay in Pleasance and try to make the best of it. When they were old enough, they would surely leave, go to college for something widely applicable, like business or accounting. But it never happened.

Kincade never flagged in the last years of high school, still pulled top marks in social sciences and adequate marks everywhere else. Though still prone to rambunctious outbursts of excitement and chattiness, the timid nature had started developing nicely into passive politeness with everyone, even the once close-friends who had grown distant. The only place Kincade was really themself was the library. After graduating, Kincade would sink entire days in the library and its archive, consuming every piece of history contained within. News articles, journals and diaries, letters and cards uselessly donated after every estate sale.

Eventually, ends had to be met and Kincade had a mind to do some sort of work to stretch their inheritance a little further, maybe even save up again for personal purposes. Kincade doesn’t remember the first time someone bought something from them, but pretty soon, people knew of their ability to restore antique items. When it wasn’t a commission to repair a piece of heirloom furniture, it was an offer to buy one of the far-too-many furnishings in their house, and the money came in easily. Taking a gamble on what they’d saved and the last of their inheritance, Kincade leased the storefront for their new shop, For Keeps. It was small throwback to one of the many times Kincade’s mother had gently given back something they had found. “For keeps,” she’d say, and it would find itself stashed on one of the many shelves in their room.

Now years down the line, Kincade lives life on autopilot. The town has its comings and goings, but they don’t pay much attention. They go to work, go home, find items as they always have out in the world, repair them, bring them in to sell, go to the archive to look into disappearances in Pleasance’s history, go home, go to work…

And really, Kincade is unsure what’s keeping them here. The community college would be a good place to start, it would help their business at least to get a degree, but better yet, it would offer them the opportunity to leave Pleasance. And yet, something about it doesn’t feel right. Like the destination is wrong, so they can’t even step down the path. People are nice enough, but they talk, and more than anything, Kincade wants to not be “the boy abandoned by his parents.”

Headcanons:

Kincade is quite good with their hands, but woodworking and fine jewelry are their favorites. One scratches the itch to be active, the other to be hyperfocused.

Absolutely has ADHD but has no idea and functions just this side of well enough that no one else notices. Had a lot of their more dramatic behaviors suppressed through punishment in the school system as a child.

Absolutely obsessed with trying to understand what could have happened to their parents, convinced that they were not abandoned.

Doesn’t believe in the ghost stories around town, but also doesn’t not believe.

Reads quite a bit, somewhat old-fashioned with technology. Whip smart at learning new things nonetheless, just doesn’t particularly prefer it.

Something of a loner. Kincade makes fast friends with plenty of people, but it isn’t very deep and they tend to fail to become anything more because Kincade, for whatever reason, doesn’t put the time and effort in to cultivate it.

The silver pocket watch they found as a child is the only thing they haven’t sold or refurbished. It’s constantly on their person, along with a small silver key that once belonged to their mother, though they have no idea what it goes to.

Prone to moments of overly-excited talkativeness. If prompted to discuss one of the few things they care greatly about, all social mores go out the window for at least a few minutes, until such time as they remember themselves and settle down with a quiet apology.

Has never had the sense of being followed, but has also never felt truly alone.

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[keyders]

full name: montana kıvanç keyder (pronounced kuh-vanch kai-dir). nicknames: tan. gender and pronouns: cis man, he / him. age: thirty. date of birth: may 17, 1990. hometown: pleasance, ohio. nationality: american. religion: muslim. sexual and romantic orientation: bisexual biromantic. occupation: author & stand up comedian. living arrangements: lives with his family and a boarder (PLS GIVE ME THE BOARDER) languages spoken: english, conversational turkish. strange history: the death ranch.

trigger warnings: assault, death, injury, pregnancy.

this is the clown montana, but u can just call him tan. he grew up in pleasance but moved to seattle around 10-ish years ago to study law ( but also bc he had a falling out with his ex-bestie @kincadedonnelly​ which just made the decision to study out of state so much easier ) and only just returned last december!

tan is the middle child of three. he has an older brother and a younger sister. their family used to own a mom and pop store that has since then been bought out by alby and turned into the pleasance general store under new management in 2000. his father had since turned to various enterprises to try and support the family which included carpentry and being a delivery truck driver. his mother, on the other hand, took to music tutoring on the weekends apart from being a high school teacher. needless to say, things had been pretty tough financially on the family since alby took their business away from them.

growing up, tan was p much....mediocre. which was never a dirty word for him, but it was to his parents. it was actually their dream for him to become a lawyer, which he wasn’t exactly opposed to, mostly because he didn’t really have anything else in mind.

he had enough in the way of friends, played sports, did ok in school. wasn’t super smart but also wasn’t at the bottom. he just coasted by and it was fine. he was fine. at least he was funny.

when he was 21, he was accepted into law school thru a scholarship at the university of washington. it was the first time he’d ever really gone out of state, let alone lived away from home on his own.

but seattle treated him well. it was there that he was able to explore more of who he was and what he wanted to be—and really wanted to be—which was, to no one’s surprise, not to become a lawyer, but a writer. a storyteller. but knowing that he couldn’t come home without a law degree, he sought to finish his four-year stay and make his parents proud all the while harboring words in his journal as a hobby.

he was out drinking with his friends when he got into a drunken fight with another patron for some dumb reason he couldn’t even remember anymore even if he tried. it really started early into the night but then hours later when the group was set to go home, they had run into the patron and his friends outside. tan couldn’t keep his blasted mouth shut and the long and short of it is that he’d ended up in the hospital with a dislocated jaw, a broken nose, and a lesion in his brain after he took a crowbar to the head. he was on his last semester of law school.

which, of course, put a damper on his parents’ plans of finally having a lawyer in the family. and it took a while, but throughout the frustration of relearning how to put a shirt on or the staring spells he would have in the living room or the fact that he started having atonic seizures that required a service dog in his aid, he decided to see the silver lining coming about a year into his recovery.

meds were expensive and therapy didn’t come cheap, so when he submitted a column narrating his experience from small-town mediocrity from a turkish-albanian background to big city law school dropout now with a disability card to a local publication, he’d only expected the cash it came with in exchange for his submission; he didn’t expect an email from a guy who, as it turned out, was a pretty big tv producer saying that he’d read his column and wanted to meet up to chat about an ‘opportunity’.

said opportunity turned out to be a job offer. or, well, a trial offer— he was currently producing the second season of a show on comedy central and wanted to invite him on as a writer’s assistant. with no employment opportunities on his immediate horizon ( with the alternative being to book a plane ticket back to ohio ), he knew he couldn’t say no.

the job was not glamorous and the salary was dismal, but it helped him remember how to become a person again, this time in an environment he actually enjoyed. no more case readings, no more depressing internship hunts with law firms who didn’t want him.

as he became more and more immersed into the culture of the show ( and other programs in the network ), he was eventually given his own episodes to write, all the while making his debut on stage as a stand up comic ( which was a difficult feat to even try and muster the courage to face an audience, let alone an audience in bars ). shortly after he’d made a relatively dignified name for himself, he started working on publishing his first book, which he liked to describe as ‘part-memoir, part-fiction, 100% mediocre’ entitled ‘Stop and Smell the...’ which chronicled his experience as a small-town midwestern boy who gre up in an immigrant household and was then living in a big city with a condition that could very well be attributed to his big mouth.

and he was, by no means, famous. maybe not even quasi-famous. but his new life had allowed him to support his family back home especially when his father had come down with a mysterious illness that prohibited him from continuing work. on top of that, his younger sister had gotten pregnant and was then forced to marry a businessman in cincinnati just so she could raise the child.

his father finally succumbed to his illness last december and it was only then that tan finally came home to deal with the funeral arrangements. he took a sabbatical from work, with every intention of his trip back to pleasance being temporary, but it’s months and he still hasn’t found it in him to leave pleasance again.

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he has been living with his family again and has no plans of getting a place on his own since this is just ‘temporary’.

yes, he also brought his service dog, dakota ( and yes, he’s montana and she’s dakota and they’re just quirky like that 🤪 ) with him to pleasance and he takes her everywhere. since the move, dakota has enjoyed the bigger spaces that pleasance has to offer and you can find the pair most often at the park or playing catch on death ranch where the thrill of getting caught has never gotten old since he was seven.

he’s bisexual and he came out in 2013. he’s always sort of known that he’s not just attracted to girls since he was younger ( as evidenced by the will-they-won’t-they relationship he had with his ex-best friend kincade fuckin rippp ) but he’s never really been open about that part of himself until then.

a serial dater and a serial flirt. also soooo so so needy.

he’s a taurus sun with an aries moon so he’s equal parts ‘date me uwu’ and ‘fite me uwu’

like his fc bariş, tan sports a half-sleeve tattoo on his left arm: (body image tw) click here for reference !! also a smiley on his right thigh, his siblings’ initials on his right ankle, and a small ‘K’ on his left hip.

his comedy is very hasan minhaj meets bob newhart: all the ~~~~woke millennial goodness of hasan wrapped with bob newhart’s brand of deadpan delivery sprinkled with a little bit of john mulaney’s observational humor.

#phqintro #assault tw #injury tw #illness tw #death tw #pregnancy mention tw

[ajita-tannu]

BIRTH NAME: Ajita Tannu NICKNAME: Aji AGE+DOB: 24 years old, 18th of February 1997 GENDER: Demi-girl PRONOUNS: she/her or they/them NATIONALITY: Indian/American ETHNICITY: Marathi Indian EDUCATION: High School diploma, Bachelor in Philosophy from the University of Ghent, one unfinished Bachelor in Philosophy at the University of Barcelona. PLACE OF BIRTH: Mumbai, Maharashtra, India CURRENT LOCATION: Pleasance, Ohio OCCUPATION: Working at their parent’s business at Southwood Inn RELIGION: Hinduism ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good FAMILY: Unknown FACECLAIM: Prajakta Koli

+ Active, Friendly, Challenging, Dedicated, Disciplined, Passionate, Resourceful +/-  Perfectionist, Ambitious, Outspoken - Argumentative, Blunt, Domineering, Meddlesome, Opinionated

@phqextras​

HISTORY

Ritesh and Harsha had one dream for their only child: to be born under the best possible consequences. Which was after they had settled down in the United States, gotten their motel running, and ensured there was no possible way they could be sent back. 

None of that worked out. Ajita Hannu was born in Mumbai, India, after all. 

She grew up with her family, all of them on a small estate in the middle of the city, being exposed to the noises and the smells of her parent’s city. She was taught English by her mother’s sister, she learned some Hindi, but mostly she was kept at home while her parents tried to figure out their plan. Because the plan was still the plan. When her parents had finally gotten the visa’s and everything needed for their planned immigration, Ajita was seven. She had the same attitude as her peers: to be the best at everything. 

Still, Pleasance Ohio was a huge adjustment. Everything was so quiet. Ajita spent a lot of her time either at home or at school, because she didn’t like how quiet it was. Something about it felt eerie. But slowly she became more and more acquainted with the other kids in the town, even if she had little time for it. Her parents owned the small inn at the border of the tow: the Southwood Inn. And between herself, her mom, her dad, and a friend of theirs who helps with the cleaning all the work is divided up. After school she helped out. Just a little bit at first, but by the time she was twelve, she did everything. And she did it as practically as possible. Ajita wasted not a single moment. 

She would study while manning the front desk, listen to Spanish podcasts while she cleaned the rooms, and prepare her school paper while she checked the inventory. Ajita always had her hands in multiple projects at once. She was the main voice for less plastic at school, protected anyone at school who felt different, started a LGBTQ+ group because she had realised already at eleven that she was very much into women. Most people thought she was too much, always voicing her opinion or trying to get votes or signatures or followers or whatever she needed. She had very few friends, but she didn’t care. Her parents were her best friends, and Ajita had great plans. Like her parents, she had great plans. 

Studying came effortless to Ajita, she got high marks, sucked in information at any opportunity and by age sixteen was fluent in English, Hindi, and Spanish, with the intention of learning Catalan, German, and Italian. To her every subject was equally important, but there was one thing she was most interested in: what people wanted. How people saw themselves. People. She wanted to know how humanity worked. So she applied at the University of Barcelona. Her parents weren’t happy, and she was met with some resistance. They didn’t want to let her go, afraid that she would be the odd one out, misunderstood, and that she didn’t want to come back. But they didn’t realise how much Ajita loved Pleasance. She would always come back. 

After a whole lot of begging, Ajita was allowed to leave. 

She moved to Barcelona at eighteen, her grades were top of the bunch, the scholarship was in her pocket, and she had grand dreams for her future. She was already on her way to study Catalan, and managed to pick her way through the application in Spanish without any difficulty. 

She studied for one and a half year in Barcelona, traveling all over the country on the weekend, before she quit the program. The language was part of the problem, Catalan was different from Spanish, and because of her internal confusion trying to differentiate between two languages, she didn’t get the marks she wanted, or the marks that would keep her there.

Since she still had half a year till the next semester, Ajita traveled around most of Western and some of Eastern Europe, backpacking and crowd surfing. She had made enough friends over the years that she could knock on the doors in random cities and towns, and would always find a place to stay if she wasn’t staying in hostels. The experience was fantastic, and it was even better when she realised not much later that she had been accepted at the University of Ghent for another course in Philosophy. 

Now nineteen, Ajita moved to Belgium for a second try at Philosophy, taking Dutch classes on the side and once again spending her weekends traveling all over, this time visiting places in Belgium, the Netherlands, and Germany. 

Her bachelor was three years, and a one year Master - another reason why she came to love the Belgian system. That and she didn’t have to pay all that much when it came to tuition. But Ajita found more than just happiness in the place. She also learned a lot about herself. Belgium was a whole lot more accepting of her status as being a lesbian, but it wasn’t just that, she joined the LGBTQ+ clubs around the city of Ghent, and found herself. 

Growing up they had always felt different, not really fitting the gender roles people had assigned to them. They didn’t like wearing dresses, they joined soccer teams, and all their friends growing up had been boys. They had felt slightly awkward in their own body, and jealous of male characters in the media. Growing up they wanted to be Batman or Ash Ketchum for Halloween, not a princes like their girly classmates. They loved getting dirty and felt awkward when someone suggested they wear make-up. They were a tomboy, according to the neighbors, their long hair always in a knot on the back of their head, checking out their face in the mirror, imaging themselves different. 

Although Ajita could never really say different in what way. 

Demi-girl was the term she adopted in Belgium, and she planned to bring home with her. 

Their last summer vacation they traveled to India, where they stayed till Holi. 

She returned home with a Bachelor in her pocket, and over twenty thousand followers on her youtube traveling account. Both of which were worth little back in Pleasance, but she would find a way. 

The plan was to take over the family business, and then she was going to run for mayor, but before she would do everything she could to make Pleasance better. Her beloved hometown. Despite all the cities they had seen and placed they had visited, nothing could top Pleasance. 

HEADCANONS

They have a husky called Charlemagne. They found him a year ago in Bulgaria, and after a whole lot of effort, managed to send him to their parents in Pleasance. For the past year they’ve taken care of him, but he instantly recognised Ajita when she returned home.

Ajita does not believe in Ghosts. She does believe that local legends can help Pleasance grow as a tourist spot. 

Ajita is rather known around Pleasance, or was, before she left to study abroad. She was a very annoying kid, who was always putting a foot in someone’s business, writing her school paper, getting signatures. Ajita had so many causes that she got swamped half of the time. She would talk to anyone who she met on the street, any tourist, any traveler. The tourists love her, the locals not so much at times. 

She helped put some places out of business when she was younger, outing businesses that were doing horrible things to their employees. But she has also managed to keep a lot of big corporations out, collecting so many signatures that she got a project stopped before it even began. 

She doesn’t like George Alby at all.

Local businesses to Ajita are the most important thing in a small town, and big companies put them out of business is one of their major concerns. They understand the philosophy behind it, and get why small business have problems surviving while big corporations can go ahead without much trouble, but she believes there is a possibility. 

They love backpacking, and hiking, which is what they always end up doing during the weekend, bringing Charlemagne along. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS

- childhood friends: Ajita was seven when they came to Pleasance. They’re bound to have known most people around the school, being as active as they were, though few people could probably stand them.

- enemies: you don’t get as politically active as Ajita and not make any enemies, they are sure to figure out where they stand now, having returned after studying. 

- visitors at the Southwood Inn: Ajita works at her parent’s business, though sometimes it looks like she’s the one running it. She’s not curious, but she will try to strike up a conversation. 

#phqintro #intro

[jaxriver]

BIRTH NAME: Unknown GIVEN NAME: Jax River NICKNAME: Jax AGE+DOB: Unknown GIVEN AGE: 32, 1988 GENDER: Unknown PRONOUNS: she/her NATIONALITY: Unknown  ETHNICITY: Unknown EDUCATION: Unknown HOME TOWN: Unknown CURRENT LOCATION: Pleasance, Ohio OCCUPATION: Staff at Alby’s RELIGION: Atheist ALIGNMENT: Lawful Good FAMILY: Unknown FACECLAIM: Dominique Tipper

+ respectful, friendly +/- soft-spoken - timid, distant, jittery, lonely

BIOGRAPHY

Unknown.

June 14th, 2015

A young woman was found on the edge of the Northwood Lake, wearing nothing but a dark t-shirt and a pair of jeans, she was freezing and unconscious. Upon being brought to the hospital an investigation was started to find out who she was. 

When she came out of her coma a week later, the only thing she had to say was-

“Hold your breath.”

Then she proceeded to stare into the distance for half a minute, unblinking. A reason for her sudden seizure couldn’t be found, she didn’t know who she was, and neither did anyone else. Pictures were shared far and wide, but nobody came to claim her. Locals dubbing her the Lake Lady, she remained a mystery for weeks until someone picked up her bill and offered her a place to stay. 

Whether out of their own volition or spurred on by a jittery mayor, the Lake Lady, who was called Jax by her nurses, was brought to the big mansion to stay until she felt better. 

Her memory did not return, but her seizures continued to happen. She told everyone she didn’t feel a thing, but the fear in her eyes told a different story. She felt something before she disappeared from her own mind for up to a minute, something scary, something cold and dark and suffocating. 

The Alby’s helped her stand on her own two feet, she got a job at the department store, she moved out eventually when they offered her a small apartment. She was always at their service when they needed her, and they were always at hers. 

Jax River, a name that meant nothing to her, but she didn’t have anything else. A charity case for the Alby’s, but she considered them family. 

She is a blank slate, she doesn’t like to talk about herself, instead she listens to music and avoids people. 

HEADCANONS

Jax loves indie rock music and classic rock.

She can often be found at the lake staring over the water, wondering where she came from.

She doesn’t talk a whole lot except with people she knows. She doesn’t trust easily and she doesn’t like it when people talk shit about the Alby’s. 

She’s afraid of water.

She mutters “hold your breath” a lot, or writes it down on pieces of paper only to throw away again before people notice. 

She’s a very kind and well-meaning individual but she shuts down when people ask her about her past. She feels lonely and insecure because she doesn’t know who she is.

She comes off a little frightened whenever she has just had one of her seizures. They’re a consequence of feeling something close by, she hasn’t told anyone this, but she knows she’s feeling ghosts or something. 

#intro #phqintro

[jamiehellstrom]

                     JAMES “JAMIE” ELIAS HELLSTRÖM • 26 • CASHIER AT SOUND BITES 

jamie was always the golden boy. he tried his best to be the one that could do no wrong. in high school, he was the captain of the swim team, had straight a’s, and never did anything that would get him into any known trouble. 

known being the operative word. he was always doing something stupid to get himself into trouble, his parents just didn’t know about it. and he liked it that way. he thought that if he were the perfect child, they might stop arguing for five seconds and remember that they had kids that depended on them. 

a lot of the shit he got into was because he was defending his twin sister from people who shouldn’t have been talking shit about her in the first place. sure, she could fight her own battles, and when it came to the really big stuff, she did, but if jamie ever heard anyone say anything about her, he’d swing first and ask questions later. it didn’t matter. nobody talked shit about jules, especially not where he could hear. 

jamie is bisexual, and although he’s not closeted, he never really came out to his parents. he never thought he needed to. he never brought a boy home while in high school, but he never sat down and had a conversation with his parents saying hey, i also like guys, and if that’s a problem, you’re just gonna have to deal with it. 

jules, being the other half of himself, was the only person he ever felt like he needed to come out to, and not because he thought she might think of him any differently, but because he thought she’d be the one person that would understand him and not judge him. because she was the only person who he ever really cared enough to tell. 

he once broke his arm climbing a tree, because he got a frisbee stuck super high up, and really wanted it back. he didn’t care that his parents had told him no. he didn’t care that it was higher than he’d ever climbed before, or that the branches got super thin that far up. he fell, hit a lot of branch on the way down, and ended up with a cast. 

over the years, he did a lot more stuff like that, adding broken bone after broken bone to the list. he wasn’t careful and he was an idiot, always getting himself into places and things that he definitely shouldn’t have been getting into. 

[hauntedmalachai]

malachai stoker

TW: suicide, parental death

1. basics

name: malachai stoker  age: 29  birthday: june 16, 1991  gender: cis male pronouns: he/him occupation: mechanic and handyman orientation: straight (or so he thinks)

2. background

Malachai doesn’t know a lot about his family. he knows that his mother went no-contact with her parents long before he was born, and his father died when he was very young. Right now his family consists of his mom and his stepfather, both of which are very protective of him to an embarrassing but understandable agree.

In school, Malachai was something of a golden boy. He always had top marks, was great at sports, was one of those kids who is somehow friends with the teachers, and was generally extremely popular. Imagine any cartoon jock wearing a varsity jacket and then add that this jock regularly blew everyone out of the water academically, and you’ll get an image of teenage Malachai. Unfortunately, like the cartoon jock you just pictured, he was also a bit of a jackass.

Malachai was incredibly excited to graduate and leave Pleasance. He was accepted to a highly competitive engineering program and was all set to leave the town behind when disaster struck. After a graduation party, Malachai encountered the Strange Man. Cocky, drunk, and fed-up with the town’s strangeness, Mal bluntly told the figure that he would not love him.

The next time anyone saw Malachai was two days later, standing up to his waist in the lake and just staring out across it. This was only the start of his newfound strange behavior. He regularly began to see and hear things that were not there and became confused and paranoid. Many of his personal relationships fell apart, including the one with his high school sweetheart. He began sleepwalking and talking and would sometimes stop whatever he was doing and try to get to the lake. When asked later he would have no memory of the incident. Brain scans were done, wondering if perhaps he’d hit his head while drunk that night, but there was no sign of anything wrong. Diagnoses were made and then redacted when symptoms didn’t seem to line up. No doctor wanted to write down a diagnosis of “The Strange Man,” but from the looks that were given, it was obvious what they thought. Mal spent the next year slipping in and out of a dissociative state, his scholarships gone and his expectations for his life utterly shattered

(tw: suicide) With time and therapy he became more present, and the more extreme of his symptoms either disappeared or became possible to cope with. However, new ones began to appear. Every time he tried to leave Pleasance it would trigger panic attacks, and he quickly became severely depressed. He has made several suicide attempts in the past eight years, some prevented by his family, some by a sudden calm that just washes over him, as if someone has stepped up to hold him back. Doctors felt more comfortable diagnosing this, even with their remaining doubts, so as difficult as it was, it at least led to more concrete medical help. He now has a service dog named Shiloh, a golden retriever. who helps him deal with his symptoms.

With new coping tools in hand, Malachai began to slowly but steadily improve. His stepfather got him a job as a mechanic, and the repetitive nature of the job has helped him. He’s found a taste for identifying and solving problems and serves as a handyman for half the town. He is doing much better these days, able to live independently, to keep himself on track. Sometimes a voice calls out to him, a whisper right at the edge of his ear, but he ignores it with a grim sense of determination. Haunting or hallucination, he wants nothing to do with it.

Strange events continue to happen around him, particularly when at the lake. Lights flicker, there’s a slight chill in the air, and although he’s never seen her himself, people have reportedly seen Edith Alby standing right beside him on the lake’s shore.

2. connection ideas (to be added to)

childhood best friend: someone who malachai has been close to for his entire life, who has had a front row seat to the changes high school sweetheart: they were pretty much the it couple in high school and everyone figured they were going to end up married and wildly successful. instead, their relationship shattered on the rocks of the supernatural exes: while he hasn’t managed to hold on to an actual relationship in years, he has had several flings or casual relationships. these can have ended amicably or very badly. bi awakening: it’s in the title. mal has had a very heterosexual life so far, repressing any attraction to other men with honestly impressive ability. but he can’t quite ignore this person protector: mal is largely self-sufficient these days. he lives alone with his service dog and has held a job down for years. but sometimes he still wanders and turns up in places he shouldn’t be, and you are regularly there to pull him out of harm’s way relationship material?: a lot of people will recommend not entering into a relationship when you’re in a bad place, but he’s in an okay place now, right? and wouldn’t it prove to everyone he had his shit together again if he had a girlfriend? bad blood: the strange man isn’t the only person mal has pissed off. maybe it was back in high school, maybe it was in recent years, but you two have beef about something fixer upper: malachai is happiest when he has a project to distract himself with. you have something big that needs to be fixed up, and he’s been working on it for a while

#death tw #self harm tw #suicide tw #phqintro

[atticusmalik]

Atticus Malik, thirty-five, English teacher at Northwood Highschool

intro below the cut// @phqextras​

He’s from the east coast, born and raised in Stamford, Connecticut - mild and mundane upbringing, with two loving parents, a sister, and a stable life

Atticus was drawn to English early, and set out to be a great writer; but, like all aspiring authors, he settled into teaching, while writing the next great American novel

He moved to New York City to attend Columbia, and settled there; forging a life with in classrooms and bookstores, and eventually, with his wife Emma

Their marriage was happy, built on love and mutual affection - but strained by her appetites and his brooding over a stagnant career. A breakdown ensued after an affair, but out of mutual love, they agreed 

Emma’s great uncle passed unexpected, leaving her a house in Pleasance; and with it, the chance for a fresh start. Old wounds continued to fester in NYC - he pleaded, begged, for them to chase peace in the Midwest. Emma had never talked about her hometown, and was reluctant to move back, murmurings of bad blood and horror in her past. But she relented, out of guilt, and they left for Ohio 

They’ve been here six months, with he now teaching at Northwood high-school. Despite writing being his greatest aspiration, Atticus loves teaching

Pleasance has however, proven to be a beast beyond his reckoning - since his first night at the house, Atticus has been plagued by mysterious phone calls; always from his own number, always screams of terror, always ending abruptly. He doesn’t believe in ghosts, kids in trees, any of that shit; but he can’t ration it away, can’t ignore it. 

As the phone calls become more frequent, more urgent, Atticus seeks to unravel his wife’s past - the blood in her family, the secrets she will not divulge, as he attempts to cling to reality 

sort of in short - young professor haunted by phone calls and family secrets, who just wanted to forget the past, and start a family 

connection ideas (?) 

1. welcome wagoners - those friendly and likely reached out, when he and emma moved in; atticus has no midwest ties, and he’d be eager to make friends out of those who stopped by, or offered them well wishes 

2. fellow book lovers, probably book club bros (pending name - atticus is a nerd, frankly, and would gladly take refuge in a small circle of book lovers, probably meet on fridays, he brings meat loaf

3. skeptics/believers - atticus, under no circumstances, entertains notions of the supernatural, and mostly thinks pleasance is full of bored midwesterners, who need something to do; he’d probably vibe with skeptics, and have a healthy debate with believes - he isn’t an ass about it, but he will be frank, that he thinks you’re wrong

4. family ties - sort of pending, as i pick out what i’m going to do with his wife as a character, but tentatively, if ur character is a town native, they might know of his wife’s family (who i’ve hc’d as been an old pleasance family, tho they’ve been gone a minute) 

5. late night bar friends - his marriage with emma is still under repair, and becoming once more fraught, as she grows secretive, and he becomes paranoid; you usually only hang out at the bar, at two am, but the friendship means something, nonetheless. you might be the only person to know about the phone calls

#phqintro

[dagnylarsson]

basic ass intro over here bc i do not have time to put a graphic together ;-; i’ll update this with something more thorough later on bUT ANYHOOPS im frankie and this is my sour grape dagny! more about him below!

trigger warnings: death, mental illness, pregnancy, suicide attempt.

dagny ludvig larsson. forty. detective. 

(his mother thought that she was going to have twin girls but she ended up with a boy and a girl and got too attached to the name dagny so she stuck with it since most americans might not know that anyway) 

parents were both swedish immigrants. he and his twin sister tove (did i name them after 2 scandinavian pop singers? probably) were born in las vegas but their parents split when they were 2 years old and they lived from motel room to motel room until they ended up in pleasance.

he and tove were helllaaaaa close. they were also your cliche spoopy twins: they used to go around pleasance (especially southwood forest) trying to encounter the strange figures of the town’s history.

at one point he started to have recurring nightmares. it was in these nightmares that he saw edith alby, gideon’s friend, the black locust tree on bell street, the strange man, etc etc and it gave him A Lot of anxiety. so he stopped going on these ~explorations with tove, who secretly continued them without her brother.

signed up for the marines when he was 19 bc he felt that he needed to get out of town.

on the night of their 21st birthday, he received word from home that tove had disappeared.

he started getting nightmares a little while after tove had disappeared. he think she’s still in pleasance.

got his best friend pregnant when he was 23. he married her and they had a beautiful baby girl they named elise shortly after.

started an affair with someone from his company in the marines and struggled heavily with his sexuality. he wasn’t sure if it was the loneliness or if there was really something there— he still did love his wife but now he’s trying to figure out if it was possible to love more than one person at once or if they were both a different kind of love. 

FAST FORWARD to more or less a decade later and his lover got killed in action. several months went by and dagny was unable to bear the grief, so he tried to shoot himself with a pistol that ended up blank. 

got discharged, went home, and told his wife all about his affair. they had an amicable divorce (they’re still close friends and keep in contact) and decided to coparent their daughter. he moved back in with his mother. this was in 2017.

after his recovery, he got a job at the sheriff’s station and got promoted to detective. he still gets nightmares and wants to pursue the case of his sister’s disappearance but doesn’t know where to start. he has yet to fully realizes that his nightmares could be the first clue.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

these are all v general and at the top of my head-- i’m down to brainstorm and workshop any of these!

his best friend/ex-wife

childhood best friend (that’s not his ex-wife lmao)

someone his sister was close to. either a friend or a partner.

someone who was involved in a case dagny worked on. either as a victim or a suspect.

HIS DETECTIVE PARTNER PLS

neighbors (he lives in residential area 2 with his ma)

a flirtationship where dagny is oblivious bc he’s a dum grandpa

younger ppl he treats like the bear cubs to his papa bear

someone who helps him loosen up and have fun and not look constipated half the time

#phqintro #death tw #mental illness tw #pregnancy tw #suicide tw

[ofhoneyblood]

BRYCE ATLAS WINSLOW

pronouns: HE , HIM , HIS

age: THIRTY - EIGHT

species: HUMAN

nationality: IRISH , ITALIAN , AMERICAN

sexuality: PANSEXUAL / DEMIROMANTIC

sign: AQUARIUS SUN , LIBRA MOON , VIRGO RISING

occupation: OWNER & BOUNCER @ RED HOT PUSSY LIQUORS

+ traits: INVITING. FAIR. FUNNY. OPEN-MINDED. TOLERANT.

-- traits: GUARDED. DETACHED. DESPERATE. SELF-DESTRUCTIVE. 

faceclaim: MILO VENTIMIGLIA

soundscapes: HERE

aesthetic: HERE

yo yo you yo , it’s lydia ( yes , that’s my real name ) here with my noble beast bryce winslow ! i have had bryce as a muse longer than any other and it’s been literal years since i’ve written him so i’m extremely excited. this is the first time he will be milo though and i’m super hype to get things going ! i have headcanon after headcanon for him , so hit me up if you want to do something bc i am ready to do some shit !! again , i’m lydia ( or nary , nettle , snottie , etc. ) and i love a good name change , twenty five years old , pansexual demigirl ( she / her & / or they / them ) residing in the central timezone.

this is THIRTY-EIGHT year old BRYCE WINSLOW , the OWNER OF & BOUNCER AT RED HOT PUSSY LIQUORS BURLESQUE AND BOOZE who uses HE / HIM pronouns. he grew up in DUBLIN , IRELAND but came to pleasance in JULY 2006 ON HAPPENSTANCE AND TO RUN AWAY FROM HIS PAST and now enjoys spending his time at FOR KEEPS AND RED HOT PUSSY LIQUORS. BRYCE is written by LYDIA.

PERSONALITY

element: air ruling planet: uranus — planet of originality body part: ankles good day: communicative , original , open-minded , fair , logical , inviting , tolerant , funny bad day: guarded , detached , self-destructive , out-of-touch , irrational , desperate , lonely favorite things: dancing , teaching , team sports , anything with a cause or mission , independent films , working out , baths , animals , preserving plant life / flowers , reading least favorite things: injustice , drama queens , feeling isolated , owing money or favors , having to choose just one thing , personal questions , gossip , cigarette smoke secret wish: to experience total freedom how to spot him: a cute smile lighting up a tired face , quirky movements , tired eyes , long legs , big hands , flannel , old beat up truck where you’ll find him: backpacking or hiking , protesting , coaching a team , revolutionizing the industry he works in , the gym , red hot pussy liquors , alone at home , working on a project , taking a walk by northwood lake keywords: friendliness , eccentricity , teamwork , humanitarianism , technology , groups , avant-garde

first thing to know about bryce winslow is that he’s a free-spirit that prizes individuality and plays well on a team. he has been known to do things his own way , moving on a path different from everyone else’s. some call him eccentric , others appreciate his cutting-edge originality and authentic style.

one of the many ways that the irishman is a paradox ? he’s highly individualistic , but also an amazing team player. he might look like the fresh-faced guy next door on the outside , but inside he marches to his own beat. naturally popular , as he’s vibrantly social and loves to be among people , telling jokes and introducing thought-provoking conversation topics.

people truly do make his world go round , and he can become friends with the most random strangers. can be a bit of an alien — a little “ out there ” in his approach to different things. not that he cares about offending anyone ! loves a good casual connection , bryce can disengage as quickly as he connects. in fact , platonic pals sometimes get better treatment than romantic partners. 

while he can be a bit unsentimental on a one-on-one level , he can be moved to tears by the plight of animals , the environment or other social justice issues. yes , this big irishman is a bohemian at heart in some ways , but he also gets the job done. as a tenacious aquarius , he can be quite hardworking when he devotes himself to a goal. 

a competitive ( and lesser-known ) type a streak can emerge when he really wants something. nothing turns him on like progress , especially in the name of his grander ideals ! playing hard to get REALLY works on him lol

philanthropic and objective , bryce is in a lot of ways innovative and avant-garde. from experimental electronic music to community-oriented living , there’s nothing that this man hasn’t or won’t explore. as someone who loves being a part of a good group or team , bringing people together is also one of his specialties. 

intense bryce energy is cutting-edge , “ out there ” and even a little strange at times. a total nerd for all things futuristic , science fiction and wacky inventions. no topic is too cutting-edge with this irishman: extraterrestrials , stem cells , cloning , robots taking over the earth…yup , bryce will go there. 

while he likes to influence rebellion and detaching from reality ( c’mon bryce , back to earth ! ) , he likes to help others see possibilities they wouldn’t otherwise. the essence of his true energy is: community-oriented , original , open-minded , fair , logical , humanitarian , connecting , and inviting. 

the negative expression of bryce’s energy can be: guarded , detached , destructive , out-of-touch , irrational , and desperate.  reluctant to express emotions — the irishman prefers rational reasoning and cool-headed logic to the messy tapestry of the human feelings. 

one of his favorite authors is ayn rand , founder of the objectivist movement , and that’s pretty much all you need to know. objectivism has been a major influence on the libertarian movement , which has a real bryce flavor. it’s an organized system that also preserves individual freedom and limits government intervention. it’s very “ fringe ” and mainstream all at once , a fascinating paradox and something that really intrigues him.

playful gusts and a social butterfly whirlwind combines into a gale force of humanitarianism for all. bryce is a visionary , dreaming up quirky utopias and alternative realities that can shake up the status quo.  emotional detachment , unpredictable energy and rebellion are major factors in the irishman’s personality. not going to lie , he can be “ type a “ and totally quirky all at the same time ??

a stabilizer — the one who sets up a solid goal or foundation then starts building. bryce can take the enthusiastic idea that someone else sparks and craft it into something real. he picks up the ball when another passes it , running the distance to the goal. 

the trustworthy type who likes “ to-do ” lists and fancy titles. if a friend says , “ let’s go on vacation ! ” he’s already calling the travel agency , booking the tickets and hotel , and sending everyone a list of what to pack.

true believer in friendship and teamwork , so bryce tends to be more focused on a group than an individual. freedom is important to him , which is why he likes to keep things light on an interpersonal level. that way , he won’t feel bad about running off to the opposite corner of the world at a moment’s notice. 

at times , this nomadic strategy backfires , leaving him lonely and disconnected. in truth , the irishman is uncomfortable with too much intimacy. this free spirit belongs to the world and feels off-balance giving his considerable energy to just one person. 

while bryce’s friends get first-class treatment , family and lovers see a different side of him: moody , brooding , anxious and neurotic. he may pick one ( and only one ) person to open up to , getting attached to the point of obsession. 

learning to accept and express his emotions would help him avoid the massive freak outs and anger flashes that come from pretending everything’s cool when it isn’t. bryce appreciates a quirky or eccentric twist , enjoying colorful characters and people with counter cultural personalities.

BIOGRAPHY

bryce atlas winslow was born into a very straight lace , play by the rules , catholic family.  his father , matteo winslow , was an italian military man and his mother , deirdre winslow , was a cold irish homemaker. matteo was every bit the ‘ man of the family ’  and bryce grew up only answering to his father. deirdre would only every answer a question with ‘ ask yer da ’ or  ‘ dija’ ask yer da ? ’

she was a mostly spineless , god fearing woman that was afraid of her own shadow and that’s what made her such a good puppet for matteo. bryce’s father was a stern , angry man that only grew angrier when drunk , no one dared put even a single toe out of line with him around. 

( TW: implied child abuse ) with bryce being the first born and only son he was expected to be perfect , from a very young age he felt the pressures of that. it was like walking on eggshells , always afraid of making a mistake or displeasing his father. he did not have the fun , happy-go-lucky innocence a child should expect of their early years ; instead for bryce winslow there was not much more than discipline , hard work , and punishment.

for the most part , bryce succeeded at being the perfect son his father expected him to be — a robot more than an actual living boy. nothing more than a machine , a machine being bred for war. 

it wasn’t until the beginning of his secondary school , when puberty and hormones began blossoming , that things became precarious. voice cracks , uneven patches of hair…. oh , and a sudden sexual desire for the same sex. 

( TW: suicide ment. ) now , the winslows were catholic - extremely devout catholics - and bryce grew very self-loathing and afraid in this confusing time. he contemplated suicide , all because ‘ homosexuality was wrong ‘ and ‘ you go straight to hell ‘ if you engage in anything associated with it. it didn’t matter how good of a son you were , because ‘ man shall not lie with man. ‘  he kept it hidden for years , he also managed not to act on it until well into the last year of secondary school. 

despite bryce’s fears and shame , when he was sixteen he fell in love for the first time. first loves can be explosive , dangerous even and this one was nothing short of just that. the boy kept his forbidden love a secret from everyone , his family and father above all others.

all good things must come to an end though or so they say , for the boys it came far sooner than later. matteo , bryce’s father , happened upon a note from the boy bryce was seeing , cian , and in said note was all sorts of information including a meeting spot. as you can imagine , matteo flew from the house in a drunken rage in search of his “ sinner “ of a son only to catch him red-handed. 

( TW: assault , child abuse ) bryce managed to save cian from his father’s wrath , taking the brunt of the attack. cian watched as bryce was beaten , begging and screaming for the man to stop , that he was killing him. the drunken bigot was turning on the younger boy when bryce told him to leave and never come back , so that is what he did. 

( TW: implied abuse ) to this day , he has never laid eyes on his young lover and that was probably for the best. after his father had tired himself out and satisfied his rage , he left his son there in the dirt and the beaten boy didn’t bother moving. 

( TW: suicidal thoughts , conversion therapy ment. ) will to live depleted , too tired to go on , pain too much to endure — he just slept there until the next morning. he was awoken with a kick of dirt in the face , his father telling him that he was being sent to a ‘’ special ’’ facility where they would get rid of his ‘’ ailment. ’’ 

( TW: conversion therapy / facility ) time melded in the facility , but he estimated nearly a year of his life was wasted away in there. resistant and defiant for most of his time there , it wasn’t until his father visited him , the one and only time . that things changed. 

( TW: suicide ment. , homophobia ) his father brought news that his mother had killed herself but this was a vicious lie , a last ditch effort to get bryce to change his ways and boy , did it work ! hardly a month later , the young man was discharged from the facility only to find his mother was indeed very much alive.

matteo up and moved his entire family to england after bryce got out of the facility. his father gave him nonsense about wanting to get away from the bad memories , starting over new , and ‘ lead not into temptation ‘ by sending him back to school with ‘ sinners ’ and ‘ sodomites. ‘ 

so , bryce finished out the remainder of his schooling in england and went straight into the forces as per his father’s wishes. sadly for him , he would never become what he so longed to be. he had just finished boot camp and life had just started to seem somewhat normal - if you can call anything the winslow’s had normal - when he lost it all.

( TW: eye injury ) the young man was honorably discharged after an accident that left him legally blind in one eye , when he returned home after his short stent in the defense forces there was no longer a place in the family for him. his father quite literally disowned him all for something he had no control over , a mere accident , but there was nothing more disappointing to matteo than a son that was ‘ kicked out ‘ of the forces.

( TW: gang ment. , human trafficking ) fast forward a year , bryce had found himself in a gang. this part of his background is the most unresolved seeing as it’s not part of his original backstory. long story short , he was involved with the gang until he was twenty three but it all became too much for him after his boss tried to involve him in human trafficking. 

( TW: gang ment. , suicide , death ) when you join a gang you don’t usually do it thinking someday you might one day retire or quit said gang , but then as you get older you realize you’re not as tough as you thought. bryce was twenty-three when his mother finally really did ‘ commit suicide ‘ , the first time his father spoke to him since he returned home from the forces was only to blame him for her death. 

( TW: death ment. , implied murder ) honestly , it was just the straw that broke the camels back. bryce wasn’t allowed at the funeral or anywhere near it , he’s almost certain his mother’s death wasn’t by her own hand or an accident but he’ll never truly know. after he was certain she was in the ground , bryce fled to america in the hopes of outrunning the gang and getting lost in the melting pot. 

once in the land of opportunity , he got his hands on the cheapest ride he could find first and just started driving. it was well after his twenty-fourth birthday , right smack in the middle of a hot ass summer in ‘06 ,  that he found himself in pleasance of all places. he never had any intention at all to grow roots there , it simply happened.  

other than that , the man busies himself with drying and preserving flowers , taking baths , working out , and playing with his dog.  he parades around like this big , tough hard ass when in reality he’s quite the domestic goofball type.

ETC.

has a dog ,  it’s a beagle named shiloh literally 

a big hobby of his is preserving flowers in his spare time , he keeps a small book of pressed flowers and plant life on him a lot of the time in the chance he comes across something he wants to preserve

can play guitar and doesn’t have a bad singing voice either

legally blind in one eye , but doesn’t wear his glasses often

has a younger sister that he does keep in contact with , but not very well ( WC ? )

a guilty pleasure of his is taking baths ; he enjoys adding bath salts , flowers , and other so-called ‘ feminine ‘ products like bath bombs , etc. to them and honestly takes one nearly every day

he was born and raised mostly in dublin , ireland and has a thick accent that only gets thicker when intoxicated or angry. he does use a lot of uncommon terminology to american’s ( yes , i own the feckin’ book of everything irish. . . it’s that serious ) but i’ll lyk in the tags what it means unless i forget

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