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Silvester Rafael Belasco || A quiet storm; a year without sun [+]

<sub>Faceclaim: Pedro Pascal // Color Code: BC8F8F

do i know when the day ends
and the sun dies away behind
a fistful of clouds?
it's too late for me
chains for hands
and lead foot
sinking in the river</sub>
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_{Full Name:}

Silvester Rafael Belasco

_Nickname(s):

Lasco, Esther (jokingly), Sal

_Age:

48

_Gender:

Male

_Sexuality:

Closeted Homosexual

_Occupation:

Owner of Belasco's Antiquaries

_{Place of Residence:}

154 Miners Street

_{Family and Close Connections:}

Mother - Silvia Cruz Belasco
Daughter - Anya Belasco
Ex-Wife - Daniela Whittaker

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_Appearance:

𐂂 Height: 6'1"
𐂂 Hair: Lightly curled brown hair that looks perpetually like he runs his fingers through them.
𐂂 Eyes: Dark Brown
𐂂 Body Type: A wide shouldered man wrapped in flannel with the sturdy sinew of practical strength, muscular but not overly so. Age is tough to deal with, but he keeps his bodied well maintained in spite of the stressors ever present in his life. Long trail runs have especially kept his legs, as some older ladies have catcalled "wide like tree trunks."
𐂂 Clothing Style: Appalachian dad describes Silvester a little too aptly. He switches between flannels with denim jackets and antiquarian chic with his old tweed sweaters and old man sweater vests. He's very prone to muted, earthy colors like dark browns and burgundies and dark mauves. He will very rarely, almost never even, wear short sleeved tops.
𐂂 Body Markings: On his shoulder, there's a large raven tattooed gripping the body of a snake that wraps all the way down to his forearm where it sinks its fangs on the inside. He refuses to talk about when and why he's gotten this. He also has his ears and left eyebrow pierced, though that's kind of a bit of a secret too. He just mentions he got the ear piercings when he and his wife were very young, which isn't at all true.

_Personality:

A quiet, almost soft presence. Silvia, his doting mother, has always described Silvester as a boy eager to blend into the weeds and the thickets than to ever have even one set of eyes upon him. That has never really changed, simply solidified into the gentle rumbling of a man more willing now to be a pillar than a voice. A man who now takes on more than his shoulders can bear when already that weight was too much to begin with.

Unwilling to ask for help. Too willing to compromise. Folds under guilt like a can crumpled underfoot. Too many secrets hidden inside his thick skull he is so unwilling to share. Words like venom from his wife. Ex-wife. Divorced wife. Wife he no longer talks to. And she's right. Silvester will admit to that, maybe too quickly. He tries too hard to maintain the peace that his peace is so easily shattered.

He loves and is too willing to let that love control him. Unsteady in the desperation to be stability for the people he cares. That is Silvester, a quiet thunderstorm beholden to an inevitable twilight.

_History:

It is perhaps with a quiet melancholy that Silvester remembers where he came from. What he wished for and where he ended up are very much on two very different extremes of a spectrum he is very unwilling to label.

Failure and Dreams.

Does anyone know, truly, when they realize how different they are? Spring of his senior year in high school in the smallest, most nowhere town in all of North Carolina (and there are a lot), Silvester fell very steeply in love. Or, maybe, he simply found out something his body already knew from the beginning. More truthfully, he'd already known a long time ago that he felt unequivocal love for a boy he knew since kindergarten with head full of tight curls and the brightest, most infectious smile he'd ever known. Danny Davis from across the street with the ratty tire tied to a sturdy oak that, today, looks worse for wear but stands like a phantom from where he can still see it from his bedroom window.

All the plans set in stone from his birth—graduate high school, take a few business classes, marry his high school sweetheart, have a child, and take over the family business—faded away the instant Danny smiled at him. Asked him to crawl out onto his rooftop with a pilfered case of lukewarm Bud Light (or maybe a shared bottle of Hennessy if Danny could get away with it). Leaned in drunk and stinking of cigarettes to steal a kiss in the wild shadows of branches and leaves hiding the illicit picture of two young boys discovering something they could never share.

He was too scared. Pulled taught between obligation and desire that, though he nearly stepped through the door to trail after Danny in his escape of this shithole of a town, Silvester ultimately couldn't. Even when he told himself that maybe next year. Or the next. Or maybe never. Maybe once this thing with Daniela was over. Or until he sold the family pawn shop. Or once he felt stable enough to care for his little girl. Or maybe once she grew up.

Silvester knew it was never. And eventually, Danny stopped trying, stopped coming back, shit he stopped texting after a while. Eventually, Silvester just sort of forgot. In the turmoil of bills, a messy divorce, an aging mother, and a resentful daughter, it seemed so much less important to have freedom. Maybe there was comfort in the chains that held him to this town even as everything crumbled to dirt around him.

_{Extra Facts // Headcannons:}

𐂂 Many things are too good to be true. Silvester knows that very, very well in fact. Like too white teeth over too wide of a mouth. Nothing good can come of whatever corporate shill spills out of their too deep pockets. Silvester also knows that some things are an inevitability. Death and taxes or whatever. So, it's hard to fight against the expansion knowing how little freedom he actually has in all tape wrapped around him.
𐂂 Owns three dogs, all mutts: Rosa, Mariska Hargitay (teenage daughters are fucking hilarious), and Sock Puppet (referred to as Sock)
𐂂 Drives around in a rundown Ford truck, very much on its last legs.
𐂂 If he had gone to college, he'd have wanted to either be an archaeologist (Indiana Jones is a childhood crush) or a museum curator. He still kind of wishes he could do the latter.
𐂂 He is absolutely not clued into what the kids are into musically these days, but he has a huge soft spot for Sza and Hayley Williams. And, well, he's hispanic so Bad Bunny and Selena are a fucking given who's surprised?
𐂂 He loves and will never part with antique book ends or insect displays. He adores nature anthology books and is regularly called a boring old man by his daughter any chance she catches him reading one.
𐂂 Belasco's Antiquaries is a very old run store passed down through many generations of which Silvester has certainly lost track of. There's a book in the shop somewhere that could probably tell him, though he's much too frazzled and scatterbrained these days to know where it is. It's quant and tucked away downtown and incredibly, incredibly tight spaced and claustrophobic. It smells like musty wood and wet books most of the time, which often rubs off on Silvester.

Bruh.

<Snipped quote by Skelm>

The character sheets have been coming in pretty rapidly. I do still have a loose deadline of Jan 27th for all character sheets though, so I wouldn't sweat it *that* much.

anyway.

I'm cool with the character concept. Waylon is old, and his children are estranged, so it makes sense for him to have some sort of apprentice. I'm not sure about the living on property thing, as I was only planning for it to really be the church and the graveyard. We could compromise with perhaps the old grave keepers shack? I doubt it's anything fancy at all though, and probably needs a lot of TLC that may or may not have already been done - I'll leave that one up to you. I'm imagining one of those places that you look at like 'damn, it's free, but is it worth it?' Dunno if that makes sense. But ye, the concept checks out.

@Sugar and Spite And here is Dallas <3

The Porcelain Doll | Dallas King [+]

_{Faceclaim: Isabel Van Gelder // Color Code: 4998BE}
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_{Full Name:}

Dallas Eliza King

_Nickname(s):

🦋 Dal
🦋 Dalliekins- by Mollie

_Age:

22 🦋 February 21st 🦋 Pisces

_Gender:

Female

_Sexuality:

Heterosexual

_Occupation:

Waitress at Lou’s Diner

_{Place of Residence:}

137 Miners Street (the home she shares with her cousin Mollie)

_{Family and Close Connections:}

🦋 Susan King | 42 | Mother | Nurse Practitioner
🦋 Betty King🕇 | 67 | Grandmother | Deceased
🦋 Mollie McIntyre | 25 | Cousin | Manager at Smoker’s Paradise Smoke Shop
🦋 Stella King | 44 | Aunt | Former Vegas Showgirl; currently a hairdresser | FC: Jaime Pressly

_Appearance:

🦋 Height: 5’3”
🦋 Hair: layered dark blonde with lighter highlights | usually worn loose but also styled in waves, dutch braids, messy buns with face-framing loose strands, etc.
🦋 Eyes: green
🦋 Body Type: slender & petite
🦋 Clothing Style: casual & girly | lots of dresses, skirts, tank tops, baby doll tops, form-fitting baby tees, lace, crop tops, hair bows, headbands
🦋 Body Markings: basic earlobe, nose stud and belly button piercings | small scars scattered through her legs from minor scrapes due to bicycle accidents throughout the years | small violet tattoo on her wrist

_Personality:

🦋 Kind 🦋 Empathetic 🦋 Naive 🦋 Flirtatious 🦋 Optimistic 🦋 Generous 🦋 Hopeless Romantic 🦋 Sensitive 🦋 Emotional 🦋 Insecure 🦋 Immature 🦋 Jealous 🦋 Too Trusting 🦋 Daydreamer 🦋 Borderline Savior Complex 🦋

_History:

TRIGGER WARNING! Mentions of DV [+]

🦋 Dallas Eliza King was the product of a one night stand her mother Susan King had with Texas carpenter Austin Hayes during a trip to Vegas to visit her older sister Stella.
🦋 Although Susan and Austin tried to make things work, the shotgun relationship was not successful, resulting in Susan moving back to the home she'd once shared with her mother Betty.
🦋 Born and raised in Pines Holler with her mother and grandmother, Dal hasn’t known a life outside of the small, closely-knit town she grew up in.
🦋 She shares a very distant relationship with her father, who thankfully stepped up to the plate and economically supported his daughter with what he could.
🦋 While her mother worked long hours to support them at the big hospital half an hour away, Dal grew up mostly under the care of her grandmother, who taught her the basics of homemaking: cooking, cleaning, sewing, etc. She unfortunately passed away a month before the girl started middle school.
🦋 After her grandmother’s passing, Susan inherited the trailer the three women shared, and left the now self-sufficient Dallas to fend for herself without a babysitter or caretaker from that point onward.
🦋 As is to be expected, Dal took advantage of all this free time to play "pretend influencer" and teach herself skills like doing her hair in different ways, makeup application, nail art, etc.
🦋 At age 15, with her mother’s permission and in hopes of killing boredom and earning money for her own expenses, Dal sought employment at Lou’s Diner, where she has been working to this day.
🦋 At age 20 and after a month of dates, Dallas got involved in her first serious relationship with Valentino Lockwood: a widowed law enforcement officer 12 years her senior.
🦋 Their love story started off quite dreamily, with Val sweeping Dal off her feet and the young woman thinking she'd finally found the Prince Charming she’d live happily ever after with.
🦋 It was after Dallas moved in with Val three months into the relationship that the cracks started to show. Valentino drowned his inner torment and the stresses of the job in alcohol, which turned him into an angry, moody man that the concerned and nervous Dal felt she had to walk in eggshells around. The smallest of remarks would send the man into a rage: snapping at her in a raised voice, flinging whatever items were in close proximity across rooms (sometimes in Dal’s direction), kicking and punching walls and doors…
🦋 The naive, guilt-stricken Dallas stuck around for nearly a year, making herself smaller and smaller as she desperately tried to “save” a Valentino that was only growing more volatile as the months went on.
🦋 Two months after their first anniversary, Dallas attempted to have an intervention with Val, which concluded with the man forcefully grabbing her by the arms hard enough to leave bruises and yelling in her face that “he’d stop drinking whenever the fuck he wanted, not when some spoiled brat told him to”.
🦋 Struck by a rare moment of clarity, the sobbing, heartbroken Dal packed up her things and moved to her cousin Mollie and her husband Kent’s house, all the while ignoring Val’s profuse apologies and pleas for her to stay. She was too ashamed to return to her mother’s house, who had warned her moving in with Val was a bad idea.
🦋 While Dallas did stumbled a few times in her quest to completely cut off Valentino from her life, she has been successfully keeping her ex at arm’s length for the last five months… Which is good timing considering her sights have been set on a certain ex-con from the moment she laid eyes on him the first time he walked into the diner after his release.
🦋 In the present, Dal continues to live at Mollie’s home, dividing her time between work, her social media/beauty content hobbies and supporting her cousin through the loss of Kent.

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🦋 Dallas feel nervous about the growth and expansion of Pines Holler, and is concerned about how the place she’s called home for all of her life will change.
🦋 Although she has her driver’s license, Dal’s main method of transportation is her faithful turquoise bicycle.
🦋 While her sweet and borderline naive demeanor isn’t fake or performative, Dal is also known to be quite flirtatious when she sets her sights on someone she wants. Just ask Val.
🦋 Her favorite colors are blue, turquoise and teal in their lighter shades.
🦋 Dallas is very active on social media (her handle being @dallaseliiza) and has a following across her platforms that totals close to 10k. Her preferred ones are TikTok and Instagram, where she shares snippets about her life, funny stories about life at the trailer park and as a diner waitress (as skits or while doing her hair, makeup or nails), and participates in whatever dancing or random trend is happening at the time.
🦋 Dal is passionate about beauty: especially makeup and nails. While she lives on a strict budget, she works hard to make sure she can indulge in treating herself with nice cosmetics from time to time.
🦋 Dreams of obtaining her cosmetology license to work at Magnolia’s Salon, but hasn’t made the moves to due to lack of funds and worry about being unsuccessful in getting a clientele.
🦋 Is an avid thrifter, Temu and Shein consumer. How else is she supposed to look decent while on a budget?
🦋 Occasionally watches daytime soap opera episodes– blame the influence of her Grandma Betty for that.
🦋 Her favorite artists are Tate McCrae, Addison Rae and Olivia Rodrigo, and her favorite music genre is bubblegum pop.
🦋 Her favorite movies are Crazy Rich Asians and Barbie.
🦋 Absolutely adores the snow.
🦋 Font- fontmeme.com/fonts/earring-font

Cell phones are the death of me in this site 😅

The Cop || Jane Hunt || TW: Domestic violence/abuse [+]

Jane Hunt

_{Faceclaim: Sydney Sweeney // Color Code: Lime}
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_{Full Name:}

Jane Hunt

_Nickname(s):

Janie

_Age:

27

_Gender:

Female

_Sexuality:

Heterosexual

_Occupation:

Police Officer

_{Place of Residence:}

201 Miners Street

_{Family and Close Connections:}

Family:

• Mother: Noelle Hunt, owner of Growing Minds Daycare.
• Stepfather: James Petersen, Chief of Police.

Friends:

• Micaela Williams, childhood friend.

_Appearance:

• Height: 5'4
• Hair: Long, straight blonde hair with the occasional wave.
• Eyes: Blue
• Body Type: Toned without being muscular.
• Clothing Style: Comfortable and casual. A denim shirt and black leggings is her go-to, but she will dress up if she goes out for the night. She’s fine in sweatpants or heels, as long as the latter isn't worn for long periods of time.
  
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• Body Markings:
  
  • Three piercings on each ear.
  • A small tattoo of the infinity sign on the inside of her wrist, not visible when she wears her watch.
  • A scar on her chest below her collarbone from a vehicle crash when she was a teen.

_Personality:

More quiet and reserved than not. She prefers to read a room and the people in it before making herself the center of attention. Jane chooses her words with intention rather than impulse and she doesn’t feel the need to be the loudest voice to be heard.

Growing up, she witnessed her mother endure an endless cycle of abuse, driving her to never tolerate similar behavior and shaping her into the type of person who will stand up for others the moment a line is crossed. With that said, she has failed to recognize when she herself is in need of saving a surprisingly number of times.

On the job, Jane is strict, but fair. However, whenever she’s off-duty, she might as well be a completely different person. She’s a homebody at times but also quickly out the door any chance there is, whether that’s spending a couple of hours at the bar or target shooting with night vision goggles in the woods.

_History:
Born and raised as an only child, Jane spent most of her childhood outside with a few close friends. Some have since moved away, and one of them even passed from an overdose incident. Her one close ally, Micaela, has been like a sister to her, and that’s whom she grew up alongside. They’ve been inseparable from a young age, and anyone who knows either of them knows the other.

More often than not, Jane would be at Micaela’s house as her mother suffered more than her fair share of domestic violence incidents throughout the years from Jane's biological father, Stephen Hunt. Rather than bear witness to the abuse, Jane would be sent off to her friend's house and hours later would be returned home to the broken-down woman with a black eye that was her mother. It was only when she was old enough to comprehend what was happening that she starting showing behavioral problems.

Her shift from a happy child to a troubled kid did not go unnoticed. This angered her dad even more, eventually leading to his demise. On that fateful night, the neighbors called the police to her home. Stephen had been drinking, and he did not care for the fact that officers were knocking on his door. In fact, he went and grabbed his pistol to fight them off. The man walked out through the backdoor and ambushed them from the side of the house. He was drunk and he missed. The officers there, however, did not miss. He was shot dead on the spot, traumatizing a young Jane watching the entire thing from the living room window.

Chaos ensued. Police had to clear the home, temporarily detaining Jane and her mother for the purpose of officer safety until no additional weapon was found. In the midst of it all, Sergeant Petersen arrived at their home and took charge of the scene. It was his case now, a case that once finished, would lead to her mother developing feelings for the man. Inappropriate at the time, but not years later when she asked him out.

James eventually became Jane's step-father. Jane wasn’t sure how to feel initially, not having a male figure in her life since her pre-teens. But she told herself it was a good thing. The idea of also becoming a police officer began creeping up in her head occasionally, and given she had no other plans, that’s eventually what she did. Graduated high school, waitressed until she was old enough to join the academy, and began her career.

Currently, Jane lives alone not too far from her mother. She has no pets due to allergies but she does have a small fish tank in her study.

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• Regarding the expansion of Pines Holler, Jane feels optimistic about it but nervous nonetheless.
• She can sing, like ridiculously good, but she never bothered to make something out of it, not even joining the school choir despite her teachers trying to pursue her otherwise.
• As of recently, Jane has had a hunch about her step-father. Certain things he says and does both on the job and at home. Nothing dangerous, as far as she can tell.
• Currently single and wouldn't mind a relationship with the right man, however she's not desperate.
• Has a few hobbies that include crocheting and gardening.
• Loves to workout and keep in shape.

See how this does as an idea

Gunny [+]

Gunny

_{Faceclaim: Micheal Gross // Color Code:#e98c0f}
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_{Full Name:}

Gunther Sinkofer

_Nickname:

Gunny

_Age:

48

_Gender:

Male

_Sexuality:

Straight

_Occupation:

Owner and Operator of Sinkofers Sidearms.

_{Place of Residence:}

Appartment Above Sinkfofers Sidearms.
Pines Holler Main Street #9

_{Family and Close Connections:}

His little brothers Sonny and Bunny.

_Appearance:

• Height: Six foot Three INches
• Hair: Brown and balding
• Eyes: Brown
• Body Type: Lean and wired
• Clothing Style: Practical with a preference for hunting gear

_{Personality:Blunt and to the point, the type of man who tends to be unbothered and a tad offensive in his mannerisms.}

_History:

The eldest of the Sinkofer boys, and the most jaded. Richard Sinkofer was their father, and was a good man who tried his best. Tried living up to being the pillar of community his many fathers before had been, but found himself wanting. Eventually dying in a cabin fire, leaving Gunther to care for his brothers. He quickly followed his fathers footsteps, for he worked hard and was hardly home. Leaving the younger brothers to their devices. He likes to think that he has a fair relationship with them after all these years, but he was always best at lying to himself. .

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• REQUIRED: How does your character feel about the expansion/growth of Pines Holler?
  [*He dislikes it on principle. That places like Pines Holler should be left to their own devices without things like corporate overlords or governments stepping on their toes.

Sonny [+]

Sonny

_{Faceclaim: Kelsey Grammer // Color Code: #fbc085 Here}
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_{Full Name:}

Richard Sinkofer Junior

_Nickname(s):

Sonny

_Age:

44

_Gender:

Male

_Sexuality:

Straight

_Occupation:

Lawyer

_{Place of Residence:}

Miners Street #835

_{Family and Close Connections:}

Gunny, His elder Half-Brother
Bunny, His Younger Brother

_Appearance:

• Height: Six foot and one inch
• Hair: Wispy brown, appearing blonde in most lights. He does try to keep it style in a poofy manner so it looks like he has more then he does. Suffers male pattern baldness.
• Eyes: Blue
• Body Type: Stocky, but not exactly fat or built. Just carries weight well.
• Clothing Style: Very professional, uppity. Often in suits and ties, or other such clothes.

_Personality:

Sonny is a man who is very dry in personality and always seems to not see it. Most of his words feel like sand and jokes tend to be flat. Overall, he is courteous and not a man who is rude or belligerent, simply one who always feels like he has never spoken to an actual person before. An astounding accomplishment seeing as he has been a very social person for his entire life.

_History:

Sonny was second born to Richard Sinkofer, the first of his second wife. He was rather doted on, even after the birth of his little brother. But then his mother left, and Richard Senior died leaving him…alone. Gunny tried his best, but Sonny ended up drifting away from him. Up until he left off to Lexington to go to Law School, practically falling out of touch until he moved back into Pines Holler just a year ago with the intent to set up an office. A proper one, one that isn’t just a spare room in his house.

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• REQUIRED: How does your character feel about the expansion/growth of Pines Holler?
• He is rather optimistic about the growth of Pines Holler. Hoping to see what investments that happen improve the aging town.

My Hider [+]

Bunny

_{Faceclaim: Bruce Campbell // Color Code: #bfc1c1}
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_{Full Name:}

Sinclair Sinkofer

_Nickname(s):

Bunny

_Age:

42

_Gender:

Male.

_Sexuality:

Straight

_Occupation:

Veterinarian

_{Place of Residence:}

Shady Hills Trailer Park #99

_{Family and Close Connections:}

Older Brothers Sonny and Gunny

_Appearance:

• Height:Six Feet and One Inch
• Hair: Black, swept, glistening.
• Eyes: Dirt Brown
• Body Type: Well build, but not bulky.
• Clothing Style: Western, full stop. It's both practical and stylish.
• Body Markings: Lots of miscellaneous scars across his forearms.

_Personality:

Bunny, like the name suggests, is very energetic. He has outgrown the bounceness of his youth, but is still the man who tends to do his best to light up a room and find joy in simple things..

_History:

Bunny was the youngest of the Sinkofer boys, and always carried the mindset such a thing would entail. He had a youthful energy to him that just made him endearing to everyone. He was the most affected the day his Dad died, but instead of feeling sorrow he used that moment to look over the life he had. How did Richard live his life, and what would he think of what he was doing with his? Soon after he turned his boundless energy to more altruistic ventures, till years later he became a veterinarian working out of a small clinic right next to his families old gunshop.

_{Extra Facts // Headcannons:}

• REQUIRED: How does your character feel about the expansion/growth of Pines Holler?
• He is hesitant about it, not quite against it but wary of what exactly it will mean. He was never a fan of urban sprawl, much preferring the small town.

• The FC's are not what I would prefer in any capacity, but as long as we plan to use resources of them when they were younger, I suppose I can compromise.
• Some of the coding needs a slight touch up.
• I would really like to see a more in depth personality section. This can be done in paragraph, or bullet form. I just can't get the 'vibe' off of your characters with what little is written.
• Same thing with the history - I'm just wanting and looking for more depth. These are characters all in their 40's - they've lived a bit of life, and I'd like to hear about it. What was their childhood like? Highschool? Did they ever move away? What were their parents like? How has society affected and changed them over the years? I do realize you may have answered some of these things, but again, I would really like to see more depth and the sheet more fleshed out over all. We have until January 27th to submit characters, so please take your time.
• Can we get what kind of lawyer Sonny is listed in his sheet, please?

For your perusal my dear GMs

Liz Falton [+]

_{Faceclaim: Amy Lee // Color Code: DEB887}
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_{Full Name:}

Elizabeth May 'Liz' Fulton née Rhodes

_Nickname(s):

• Liz (goes by this day to day)
• Lizzy (To family and close friends only)

_Age:

35

_Gender:

Female

_Sexuality:

Bisexual though never really explored as she dated her husband young

_Occupation:

Stay at home mum/wife.

_{Place of Residence:}

389 Miner st

_{Family and Close Connections:}

Damien Fulton | Husband
Leslie Rhodes | Father
Alisha Rhodes | Mother

_Appearance:

• Height: 5' 6"
• Hair: Dead straight raven black hair. It sits between her elbows and her waist. In her younger years she could make it hold gentle waves (thanks to an unholy amount of hairspray) but now can't be coerced into such. Most days recently it's thrown into an easy messy bun
• Eyes: Light green but certain lighting or makeup can make them appear ice blue or grey
• Body Type: Usually ectomorphic but is currently accompanied by a third trimester baby bump
• Clothing Style: In her younger years Liz was full in on the grunge style but in the past few years it's shifted more toward a casual style with some grunge influences (eg ripped jeans, flannel over shirt, chokers). She tends to stick to neutrals and pastel blues and greens. In the recent months she'll just wear whatever she can fit into meaning using her (and her husbands) baggy shirts and sweatpants
• Body Markings: She has 5 piercings up her left ear and 2 lobe piercings on her right. She had a belly button piercing but took it out and let it close over a out a year ago.

_Personality:

• Thoughtful
• Responsible
• Loyal
• Kind
• Gentle
• Careful
• Calculated
• Self reliant
• Self critical
• Insecure
• Stubborn
• Anxious

_History:

Elizabeth ‘Liz’ Fulton was born and raised in Pines Hollow. The result of a teenage pregnancy, Liz’ mother was kicked out of home causing the family of 3 to have to live with her father's parents, sharing a bedroom until Liz was 6 years old. Her parents, wanting a better life for Liz, finished their GED and her mother completed a teacher degree. Just before her mother's graduation they scraped enough money together to rent a 2 bedroom trailer.

In her formative years, money was tight but Liz would barely know it back then those times, surrounded by many kids in the same position. No matter what, her parents made sure her belly was full and she was cared for. It took a couple of years for her mother to find a stable full time teaching job at the elementary school a couple of towns over but doing so seemed to cause a shift in the Rhodes family. By the time Liz was 12 her parents had managed to buy a modest 2 bedroom house on Digger's rd, their pantry was always stocked and the family didn't need to rely on hand me downs any longer. In terms of the country, they were lower middle class at best but Liz felt rich.

From young her parents attempted to instill morals of responsibility and hard work. She learnt how to keep a budget and balance books early in life. Her parents worked to make sure she'd break the cycle of financial insecurity that ran in her families. Liz had always kept these skills for better or for worse. She was always good with money but forever scared of how close she could get to losing everything.

As middle school faded into high school Liz found her passion in art, particularly in expressionism and abstract art and photography. In this time she also found herself the passion of one Damien Fulton. Liz did grow up playing with Damien at the trailer park alongside all the other kids but they were never super close. There's no doubt Damien fell first but Liz is sure she fell harder, although she would not have admitted it at the time. The pair started dating just before junior year.

On graduation Liz got accepted into an art program at UNCSA. She worked 2 part time jobs in her final year of high school to save for college and her parents gave her some money but she still needed financial aid for the majority of the degree. She moved into a dorm at the university, leaving her family, friends and boyfriend back in Pines Hollow. Liz found herself hating it. She hated uni life, struggled to make friends, found the content and marking too subjective and was incredibly homesick. She dropped out after the 1st semester and returned to Pines Hollow.

She returned to her job at waffle house, working full time and soon after her return moved into a one bedroom trailer with Damien. Damien proposed about a year later and the pair wed when Liz was 22. Liz soon started working at Husker's bar full time and was able to properly make repayments back to her student loans.

Damien and Liz stayed at the trailer park for nearly 10 years, trying to save where they could. At 32 Liz’ student loans were fully paid off and with the extra income the couple decided to move to a 2 bedroom house on Miner's street where they continued their modest but happy life.

About a year and a half later Damien got promoted in the lumber mill and for the first time in their lives the Fulton's knew what it was to not have to choose between saving or living beyond basic needs. With his promotion the couple decided it was time to build a family. Liz had always wanted a child but refused to bring a kid into the world she couldn't afford but now she could be a stay at home mother and still live comfortably.

Just a month shy of her 35th birthday Liz discovered she was pregnant and the couple sprung to make preparations for the baby. Liz planned to work right up until her due date for some extra money but ended up struggling too much with morning sickness and sciatica so left work only 4 months later. All seemed to still be ok, that was until Damien lost his job and now the Fultons are facing dwindling savings with a baby due in 2 months

_{Extra Facts // Headcannons:}

• Liz doesn't care much about the expansion vs non-expansion debate but she does care about the impact it has had on her family, namely ripping away their financial security
• She paints and sells artworks onlne. She doesn't earn enough to make a living but it gives her family a little bit of extra cash every now and again
• Liz always wanted to be a professional photographer, she was quite good at it too but with how rare the need for one came accross Pines Hollow and ling drives seeming unappealing she never followed it. She'll still happily captures the occasional special event for the people in her community
• Still has family dinner with her parents every Monday night
• Her mother's parents still live in Pines Hollow. Growing up Liz was told they left town but as an late teen came to learn they indeed are still in town. They have been pointed out in the street but she has no desire to know them. She assumes they have no want for her either.
• The garage is Liz' artspace, the family car just parks outside instead

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Scott Dawson || Attorney Once At Law [+]

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_{Full Name:}

Scott Michael Dawson

_Nickname(s):

Scotty: Childhood friends and peers called him Scotty. He never minded it.

22: Specifically pronounced as 'TWO TWO'. His number when he played football. It was hard not to feel pride when hearing it called by the crowd at a game or in the lockers.

_Age:

37

_Gender:

Male

_Sexuality:

Wouldn't call himself bisexual. But then, he wouldn't call him using certain hookup apps as gay because he was never 'playing catcher'. Has only ever dated women. Others could certainly call him bisexual, though.

_Occupation:

Criminal Defense Lawyer, with some experience in Entertainment Law. At one point he was considering going corporate law but...the chance never came. Presently, though, he's unemployed and seeking odd jobs to do around his home town, while not exactly saying he lost his license in the legal world.

_{Place of Residence:}

Used to live at 26 Shady Pines Drive but would just as much rather crash at the houses of others than live out of the old trailer home. It's not exactly a good look but it might be his only option.

_{Family and Close Connections:}

Martin Stone - Mentor in the legal world. Showed Scott the ropes. At the time he didn't know that was forming into a noose. | FC: Guy Pearce

Cousin Willie - Technically speaking, he's Scott's uncle. But he insisted on being called Cousin Willie. Works at a bait shop. Believes conspiracy theories. Always has a beer nearby. Helping out his sister, Scott's mother. | FC: Woody Harrelson

Mark Dawson - Scott's father. Scott didn't go to the funeral. He had to take the bar. They're more alike than expected.

Stephanie Dawson - Scott's mother. Lives in an assisted living facility. Scott sent payments. They're infrequent now. But she's accepted that the payments won't be needed forever. Cancer is a heavy thing to live with. It's a worse thing to die with. | FC: Dianne Wiest

_Appearance:

• Height: 6'1"
• Hair: A brunette that could sometimes pass for a dirty blonde in the right light. During school he was clean cut, but now he's more forgiving of facial hair, specifically a light beard. His hair is a bit scruffy even with combing.
• Eyes: Dark blue.
• Body Type: Scott has kept in shape though not quite to the extent he did in high school. His shoulders are broad but his physique is more limber rock star than body builder. He's hit the gym more often since returning; there's not much else to do, and his body is thanking him for it.
• Clothing Style: He's well dressed, which is a change from simply wearing t-shirts and jeans in his youth. He's really come around on khakis and will often wear a jacket with an undershirt. Enjoys long sleeves, not because he has something to hide but because they're comfortable and can be casual as well as formal. Will revert to t-shirts and jeans when doing handiwork or outdoorsy activities.
• Body Markings: Has a tattoo. Ask him where it is and maybe he'll show you. It's on his back. Left shoulder. It's the Green Lantern logo.

_Personality:

There's a reason people hate lawyers until they need them and Scott isn't exactly doing anything to change that reputation. He is charismatic in the way that a car salesman, or a conman, is. It's not just in the way he talks, always knowing when to smile or smirk or to offer a promise with his eyes when his words can't, but it's also in how he carries himself. He knows full well that doors have a tendency to open when you're tall and (dirty) blonde and handsome. But for all the gift of the gab, Scott has a wonder if he's even capable of having any sort of real, meaningful conversation if he routinely treats people like, well, clients.

He doesn't lack in empathy, but he also finds it far too easy to lie and lie and build on those lies to the point where the wrong kind of push threatens to make everything crash down. He doesn't believe he's a bad person, but then who really does? Before he left for brighter pastures, Scott was regularly called a 'sweet boy' by the older residents of Pines Holler and considering he was always willing to do some yard work or little errands as a teen, it was no surprise where that reputation came from. He's still willing to do yard work, the only difference is back in his youth he did it to be kind; now he'd do it to earn some cash or to negotiate a place to stay.

He knows that his lies will likely catch up to him but Scott harbors deep embarrassment and shame about his career failings that he doesn't want to get the sympathy party from his old town. So he lies. So he distorts the truth. So he says whatever he can to get a favorable outcome in whatever he pursues. He may not have a license anymore but he's still a goddamn lawyer at heart. And maybe being back around people that still remember the 'sweet boy' or still get excited saying '22! TWO TWO!' will do him good.

_History:

Scott Dawson had all the makings of a Pines Holler lifer. The kind of person that was born, raised, and would grow old in the blanket that was small town living. And it was easy to see why. From a young age he was enjoying the small town delights. Fishing. Climbing trees. Being part of the community. He found sports at a young age thanks to his dad, whose particular vice wasn't alcohol or drugs but something that could just as easily tear a family apart. His father, Mark, had dreams of athletic glory but it was wishful thinking. Mark was more the kind of person who wrote about sports rather than play them.

Football was where Scott shined athletically. He was a wide receiver and was known for his speed allowing him to take open pass routes and make catches that otherwise seemed like they'd be incomplete. But his passion was never football. It was just something to do and it made people happy. He dreamed of more, not of being an athlete, but something that mattered. He read watched the books movies of authors like John Grisham, particularly The Rainmaker and A Time To Kill. The idea that some young hotshot could make a difference in the world just by using guile and charisma? How could he not think it was the perfect path?

His grades, though, weren't anything to write about. He was coasting on athletics. His father thought he was wasting time, that God gave him a gift and that Scott was squandering it. But Scott knew that being decent at football in a small town was different from being good at football in a professional sense. Scott's mother, though, was supportive and was the one who gave Scott the money to send college applications and enough pocket money to get by when he finally did get accepted. It wasn't a great school, but it was out of state and had a law program.

When Scott went away to college, the glue holding his parents together went with him. His mother, well aware of the vice her husband was a slave to, grew distant. Which only continued to drive Mark Dawson into the messages and hotel rooms of others. Stephanie knew what her husband was doing, and Mark could apologize with the best of them, but neither wanted to admit that their marriage was all but over. So Stephanie took on the burden of maintaining optimism while Mark grew more and more indulgent. The two of them maintained the act for the sake of others. For the sake of Scott, who had already known of his father's affairs before his mom found out. But Scott didn't want to hurt his mom or betray his dad. So he said nothing. Maybe if he had spoken up, things would've been different. Life is full of maybes.

Scott took his studies seriously and while he was never top of the class, he did get through law school while working at a sports bar cleaning tables and dealing with drunken women who found his southern boy charm, well, charming and drunken men who loved to argue over teams. Scott might have enjoyed some unexpected perks of being around alcohol when not at class, but he was young and the idea of being a potential home wrecker wasn't on his mind. In that way, he was kind of like his father.

Once he passed the bar, he wanted to tell his parents but that was when he learned he had missed the funeral of his father. A heart attack. Scott spent some time in mourning, drowning regrets, until he was hired by the Stone, Slattery, and Whitley Law Firm. He was taken under the wing of Martin Stone, one of the partners of the firm, and he was like a second father figure, showing Scott the real way law worked. He was eager to learn. To absorb it all. Scott even once referred to Martin as "Bruiser Stone" but Martin didn't get the reference. Martin kept building Scott up, having him experience trials and getting that experience until he was given the reigns on a case well before other juniors in the firm were typically given them.

Scott just assumed Martin saw something in him.

He was right. Martin saw a perfect patsy.

Scott was supposed to defend a woman accused of murder. Rich deceased husband. Life insurance pay outs. The stuff legal dramas were made of. Scott got a little too close with the client, thinking that he could get find something to help the defense. At the same time Stone, Slattery, and Whtiley was being audited. The stars aligned and Scott was held responsible after being found sleeping with his client under the guise of using her money to funnel into the firm. Embezzlement was bad enough, but violating the client's trust like that was worse. He pleaded for Martin Stone to help him. But Stone did nothing. Scott was disbarred before his career could even take off.

His only solace was that his situation would likely not reach his hometown. With little other option, Scott found himself returning to Pines Holler. As far as they know he's still a 'big shot lawyer' and he'll let them think that. Maybe even make some vague notion of starting a private little firm near town. But he just needs a place to lay low and keep in good moral standing. Maybe then he can appeal and get his job back.

But things are rarely so simple.

_{Extra Facts // Headcannons:}

• Scott isn't much in favor of the expansion even if it won't really impact him once he leaves again. If he does. He's seen other small towns lose their charm and knows that most of the people won't have anywhere to go if they're pushed out. But he's not naive enough to think that a small community can stand against corporations with bank accounts bigger than the income of the citizens.
• As evidenced by his tattoo, he's secretly a fan of comic books. Or at least a fan of the Green Lanterns. His favorite is Kyle Rayner.
• He's not so secretly a mamma's boy at heart.
• Is well aware that his past habits of hooking up with not always single people made him similar to his father. But since he has never cheated himself that he's somewhat blameless. It's the lawyer in him.
• He was the one who called Cousin Willie to have him keep an eye on his mom. Willie already was.
• Not ashamed to admit he enjoys pop music.
• Refuses to eat fish.
• Still has his old football jersey. For sentimental reasons.

@Sugar and Spite @Moon Child @SalemFlame - Aiden here as promised~

The Rookie || Aiden Quinn [+]

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_{Full Name:}

Aiden Patrick Quinn

_Nickname(s):

Aiden - commonly addressed as it, answers to it mostly
Patty/Ricky/Pat - any variation is okay but he’ll glare at you. Ricky is his dad.
Punkass/jerkass/asshole -

_Age:

23
April 10th - Aries

_Gender:

Male

_Sexuality:

Straight as the army’s regulations about hair (so very straight)

_Occupation:

Police Officer

_{Place of Residence:}

136 Miner Street - right across the street from Dallas & Molly King

_{Family and Close Connections:}

The Quinn Family - other than being natives of Pine Holler for two generations, there’s nothing to really note about the Quinn Family. They haven’t contributed much to the progression and/or development of the town. They simply exist with a few cases of aggravated assault and dropped charges of DV against both Ricky and Tara. Believe it or not, they're a lot less toxic than Ricky and his first wife were.

Patrick Hunter Quinn || 48 || Manager of McDonalds || Father || FC: Matt Damon
Tara Quinn (nee. Cohen) || 35 || works at the Gas Station || Stepmother || Mikey Madison
Hunter Mason Quinn || 28 || Works as a Mechanic at Jennings Automotive || Older Brother || Nick Robinson
Rachel Buchanan || 46 || Assistant Manager at Biggie's County Corner Store || Mother || FC: Minnie Driver

_Appearance:

Height & Weight: 5’5” || 150lbs
💀 Hair: Brown hair || neck-length, somewhat wavy and curly
💀 Eyes: blue? brown? grey? etc?
💀 Body Type: Ectomorph || Swimmer-like body
💀 Clothing Style: Hip hop urban meets skater kid casual. Aiden dresses a lot like a 2000s skater boy mixed with a 2000s rap fan. Lots of oversized shirts and baggy pants. Old vans and addida’s shoes and various hats and accessories to fit a certain style that Aiden himself feels the most comfortable in. Dark colors too.

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💀 Body Markings: Aiden has a texas-shaped birthmark on his ass. No joking. He literally does.

Tattoos: Surprisingly, he’s not a tattoo person but maybe one day.

_Personality:

Depending on who you ask, Aiden Quinn is either the sweetest dumbass you’ll ever meet or the kind of pimp on face in human form that you just can’t get away from. He can be annoying and sometimes obnoxiously so. He was known for being rude, arrogant, loud, and obscenely stupid. Middle fingers flying in the air when he wanted to stick it to authority and consciously ignorant to what others thought to him. Truly, Aiden is unapologetically himself.

But things in his life forced him to change. He became a new man when he went into the army. A lot of himself stayed the same but he’s a lot more mature about it. He’s generally more disciplined (though the old Aiden still exists). He can still be a wild animal but that animal has been trained and learned a bit of impulse control. Which is probably good given his career. At his core, though, Aiden is a man with a lot of love in his heart and pride in his soul. He loves his town and he wants to serve it. The army didn’t work out for a lot of reasons but being back for over a year, he couldn’t help but want to do something to give back.

_History:
tw: DV

Aiden Patrick Quinn is a native of Pine Holler. As are his parents and their parents before them. That’s about as far back as they go, however. Sometime in the 1900s, when a lot of Irish-born immigrants migrated to the USA, seeking a better life than what they had in Ireland, the Quinns found themselves not going to New York (they were for a bit) but they found themselves going further south. Originally, it was in Charleston, South Carolina but eventually they moved to NC and then eventually settled in Pine Holler. The small town reminded them of their home in Ireland, how the people were welcoming but still suspicious. It took a generation until the Quinn’s were welcomed as fellow Hollers.

The current state of the Quinn Family includes Aiden, his older brother by five years, Hunter Mason, his father, Patrick Hunter “Ricky” Quinn, and Ricky’s wife of 10 years (partner of 14), Tara Quinn. Hunter and Aiden’s mom was around but she hasn’t had a presence in their home in over 15 years. And truth be told, even though Aiden doesn’t remember the bad times enough, Hunter did and that was enough for both to distance themselves from Rachel. She still lives in Pine Holler and sometimes they go and see her and granted, their relationship now is a lot better than what it was, but Aiden wouldn’t say he’s all that close to his mother.

Aiden had a tough time in his childhood. It took him a while to make peace with the fact that his parents’ relationship was always on borrowed time. Hunter tried to shield him from most of the yelling and fights (some of which got physical) as much as they could. As it would just happen, Dallas King lived close enough that he could go to her house and just hang until the storm of Ricky and Rachel passed. Hunter sometimes came with so Aiden wasn’t alone because some of those times he went to Dallas’ place was at night and even if Pine holler was about community, no 6-year-old boy should walk alone at night.

Resentment for his mother crawled into his heart, causing Aiden to grow up angry. Hunter also had his problems, but Aiden came to resent his mother so much that he refused to give her any of his time that the court didn’t require. Ricky mostly got custody after they ruled in his favor but he had to attend mandatory counseling, which he did. For Aiden, however, that resentment became anger and that anger became a habit of attracting trouble. First it was minor stuff: stealing, vandalism, and one time he beat the ever living crud out of some kid who put his family’s name in their mouth. He would also regularly ditch school. Sometimes with Dallas and sometimes on his own.

A few years prior, Aiden kinda hated his stepmom. His complicated emotions at ten made him angry that his parents weren’t together. Yes, he hated his mom and then hated his stepmom for a time. Aiden’s feelings never did make sense and even he had a tough time making sense of them, let alone explaining it to anyone who got confused why he was mad at Rachel and at Tara. In the end, the only person who helped him make sense of was Dallas. They grew up together. She knew what he was really like and nothing would ever change that. Around freshman year…maybe a little before, they started to explore their relationship further than just friends.

And you know what? It lasted. Like for a while. They were together for practically the majority of their time in high school. Unlike Hunter and his off-again, on-again relationship with Charlotte. Aiden and Dal stuck together until they mutually decided to end it. Around the same time, Aiden found a purpose. Something worth pursuing that was more than the small town he loved and hated could offer. For all the shit Pine Holler was, it had a solid ROTC program and regularly, the military branches visited to find anyone interested and when the army came into town, Aiden was interested.

He always did have a love for his country but more than that, he saw it as a way to do something more for himself. Maybe even more for his family.

So when he graduated, he left for basic training. Six months or so later, he was a private in the army. He spent four years in the army, rising up to the rank of Private First Class. He was stationed in a few places around the world and loved it all. Especially when he was able to see Ireland, where his ancestors were from. Then he did a 9-month tour in Iraq. There, though he didn’t get his leg blown up or anything, he did sustain a pretty gnarly sprained back. After a further examination, that sprained back gave him a medical discharge from service, citing his weakened condition in his back would make him a liability for the army. So he was forced to retire after just 3.5 years of being with the Army.

This, naturally, sent Aiden on a downward spiral. He eventually moved back to Pine Holler just a little over a year ago. In that year, he tried to make sense of what happened and tried to not drown in his sorrows. He wasn’t injured anymore but he wasn’t fit to serve his country anymore. So what could he do that would give him a purpose? Do what most retired army soldiers do: become a cop!

And that’s exactly what he did. He took the exam, passed it with flying colors and since six months ago, he started on the beat. And as Val’s rookie partner. You know…the same Val who was a terrible partner to Dallas. The same Val who hurt his best friend. But also the same Val who is his superior.

Aiden hates this.

_{Extra Facts // Headcannons:}

REQUIRED: How does your character feel about the expansion/growth of Pines Holler?
”I wouldn’t hate the expansion if it wasn’t for the fact that these real estate, billionaire fucks were changing my town TOO FAST. I also don’t trust it. Why on earth are they moving in to our town? Why Pine Holler? This shit stinks like a turd left out in the street all summer.”

💀 Aiden might be small but he’s a scrapper and can take a punch. All those times getting into trouble made him into something of a sturdy motherfucker.
💀 It’s not that he has a hatred for it, but anything pickled that isn’t cucumbers makes him gag. Pickled eggs, pickled feet..all of that shit grosses him the fuck out.
💀 He loves all rap and all rock. But it has to be from the 2000s. He can’t stand the new shit. Eminem, 50, green day, nickleback - that’s GOOD music.
💀 Aiden used to be on the fuck authority train but that was before he joined the army. That was before he learned discipline. Now it’s all about respecting HIS authoritah!
💀 Yeah, he’s a big fan of South Park and Family Guy. How could you tell?
💀 He wouldn’t abuse his power but if he caught someone doing things to women or kids while off-duty, he might do things to them that would probably get him fired. But he is a veteran. Nobody would fire a veteran in Pine Holler.
💀 Give him fifteen minutes and he can whip up some good grub out of nothing. He kinda had to learn how to make something out of nothing during basic training. There he kinda learned a lot.
💀 Peaches>melons. If you know you know.