[CHAR] Pines Holler [Not Accepting]

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The Preachers Daughter || Callie Shaw || TW: Mentions of Child abuse, Suicide

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_{Full Name:}

Calypso Aikaterini Shaw

_Nickname(s):

• Callie (Chosen name, and the only thing she answers to).
• Kate - from when she was younger. Family only.
• Princess - to mock her.

_Age:

Twenty-seven // Aquarius // February 7th

_Gender:

Female.

_Sexuality:

Pansexual - it's all vibes over here bb.

_Occupation:

• Real Estate Attorney.
• Currently enrolled part time in an online college to get her dual degree as an Eminent Domain Attorney.

_{Place of Residence:}

444 Miners Street.

_{Family and Close Connections:}

• Father: Waylon Shaw || Age 63 || Local Business Owner & Preacher at Pines Holler Southern Baptist Church || FC: Pierce Brosnan.
• Mother: Natalie Shaw || Age 56 || Pines Holler Mayor || FC: Carla Gugino.
• Friends: Ettie Willoughby (Aunt) || Cliff Jennings || TBA.
• Significant Other:

_Appearance:

• Height: Five feet, five inches.
• Hair: Dark brown || Light natural curls/waves || Usually freefalling, braided, or pulled back messily when it overstimulates her.
• Eyes: Brown.
• Body Type: Tall and lean with curves like a backroad.
• Clothing Style: 90's Whimsy Hippie Goth || Blacks, reds, purples, greys, and browns mostly. Flare jeans, flowing skirts. Lots of jewelry. Chunky footwear. Layers. Corsets. Lots of thrifted items. || Examples:
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• Body Markings:
  
  • Double ear lobe piercings on each ear.
  • Belly button is pierced.
  • Sun & Moon tattoo located on her right hip. There is also a handful of stars leading off from the original design towards her stomach.
  • A dragonfly tattoo, located on the back of her neck, centered in the middle.
  • Vine tattoo in full color, starting on her left hip and running down her thigh. Ends at her left knee.
  • Moth Tramp Stamp.

_Personality:

• Extroverted-Introvert: Ready and happy to socialize until her social battery runs out.
• Loyal.
• Determined.
• Prideful towards her community, and their traditions, roots, etc.
• Quick witted.
• Intelligent.
• Secretly hopeless romantic.
• Empathetic.
• Kind.
• Stubborn.
• Professionally (and sometimes personally) obsessive.
• It is hard for Callie to trust others, especially in romantic relationships.

_History:

• Born and raised in Pines Holler, Callie has always been known as the Preachers Daughter. Throughout her childhood, Callie was known to be poised and polite. She got good grades in school, and she would never dare break any rules. Or so the adults thought. Behind closed doors, Callie was a normal child just like everyone else. She drank, cursed, and went to the parties just like everyone else. Callie just had to be sneakier about it than her peers.
• Callie's mother was elected Mayor the year Callie turned 12. Her father has been the town Preacher her whole life.
• Callie's home life was hard, to say the least. Her mother has always been her biggest hater and competitor, constantly pointing out the 'flaws' that she has seen in Callie. From the way she styled her hair, to how much weight she gained, to how popular she was or wasn't - Callie was constantly put down by Natalie Shaw. Callie's father, on the other hand, somehow managed to be worse. A physically abusive man, Waylon hid behind and validated his sins with scripture - always claiming that his actions came from a place of love. Any time Callie did have to be taken to the hospital for stitches or broken bones, her parents lied - and sometimes even bought - their way out of it. Who would question two of the most upstanding community members that Pines Holler has? There were already enough other families with shittier community standings to worry and gossip about.
• Callie's home life is what drove her to succeed in school. She loved her town, and loved the people even more. She didn't want to grow up and abandon everyone, but she would have rather burned in hell than live any longer with her parents than she had to. It was this train of thought that Callie used to fuel her academic drive. She succeeded in getting excellent grades in all throughout school, graduating from her Senior class as Valedictorian.
• The summer before her senior year of high school, things got to be a bit much for Callie. She attempted suicide, and woke up much to her dismay the next morning in the county hospital. Her parents were worried more about their reputation than their own flesh and blood, and sent Callie a few streets over to live with her aunt Ethel.
• Ettie took in Callie with no hesitation, raising the girl through her senior year of high school as if she were her own. Ettie made sure that Callie had room to breathe and grow as a person; she never pushed, and instead allowed Callie to come to her about matters when and if she felt like it. It was at the end of that summer that Ettie decided to set Callie up with a therapist.
• Now out of her parents house, Callie didn't let her grades slip. Her ambitions had grown with her over time. What had once started as a dream to get out of her parents house, had now grown into the ambition to help her community. Upon graduating high school, Callie enrolled at the community college for her pre-law degree. From there, she took off to NC State to earn her law degree.
• Callie returned from NC State and has lived on Miners Street for the last two years. She runs her real estate attorneys office off of Main Street, helping locals find affordable housing.

_{Extra Facts // Headcannons:}

• Callie is has mixed feelings about the expansion of Pines Holler. She doesn't want the town to cease to exist, and agrees that things need to grow and change in order to succeed. On the other hand, she wants to make sure that people don't get ran out of their homes, or have anything taken from them.
• Fontmeme: Signature -> Darkwoman
• Loves art in all forms - dance, music, painting, etc - Callie loves the beautiful things humans create.
• Loves the stars, moon, beach and thunderstorms.
• #Astrologybabe
• Smokes weed in her downtime.
• Has a penchant for menthol cigarettes.
• Does her own paintings with watercolor.
• Always caries her tarot deck with her.
• Is of English, Greek and Lebanese decent.
• Diagnosed with depression and anxiety her senior year of high school.
• Never leaves the house without her eyes, lips, and hair done. Never.
• Enjoys music of literally all kinds. Her latest obsessions have been Fleetwood Mac, Florence + The Machine and Type O Negative.
• While raised to be poised and polite, the 'wild ways' of the South are not lost on Callie. She still enjoys shooting whiskey, racing barefoot on dirt roads, and the occasional line dance.
• Studies Astrology, Tarot, and numerology in her free time. Also has an interest in etymology.
• Collects animal bones.
• Has been no contact with her parents since they kicked her out.
• Practices her own form of Spirituality. If she had to slap a label on it, it would be Norse Paganism with Appalachian Influences. She worships a God - it's just not the same as yours.
• Borrows and drives around Ettie's 80's style Buick Century.

[Sugar and Spite]

Appalachian Granny || Ettie Mae Willoughby

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_{Full Name:}

Ethel Mae Willoughby

_Nickname(s):

• Ettie - Chosen name. Pronounced like 'Eddie'.
• Ettie Mae - mostly when she was younger. Some of her old friends call her this.
• Ms. Ettie Mae to the children.

_Age:

Sixty-five // August 3rd // Leo

_Gender:

Female

_Sexuality:

Marijuana is the only lover Ettie needs.

_Occupation:

• Owner and founder of Magnolia's Salon, located on Main Street.
• Your favorite Southern Grandmother
• Town Gossip on the down-low
• Grows and sells marijuana from her garden for spare change.

_{Place of Residence:}

#39 Shady Pines Drive.

_{Family and Close Connections:}

• Parents: Samuel & Myrtle Shaw. Both now deceased.
• Siblings: Conrad Shaw, Eldest Brother, Deceased at age 47. || Royce Shaw, Brother, Age 68. || Adelaide Shaw, Sister, Age 66 || Waylon Shaw, Brother, Age 63 || James Shaw, Brother, Age 62

_Appearance:

• Height: Five feet, two inches.
• Hair: Gray at the roots that fades into her natural chestnut brown. || Wavy, bushy, and untamable || Mid Back Length || Messy buns, ponytails, or most normally pulled back from her face with a bandana.
• Eyes: Blue.
• Body Type: Old n' wrinkly.
• Clothing Style: Casual Bohemian Hippie Grandma || Shawls, overalls, costume jewelry, loose dresses, crazy patterns.
  
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• Body Markings:
  
  • Single earlobe piercing in each ear.
  • An old, faded, solid black crescent moon tattoo located on her sternum.
  • An inverted tree, covering her back. The tree has been inverted, so that the trunk runs along Ettie's neck, and begins to branch out along her shoulders.

_Personality:

Southern Grandma Coded ~ Kind ~ Nosey ~ Blunt ~ Hardworking ~ Quick Witted ~ Truthful ~ Mentor like ~ Whimsical ~ Sarcastic ~ Free-spirited ~ Unselfconscious ~ Open-minded ~ Odd

With a joint in one hand, and a cast iron skillet in another, Ettie is what some would consider the epitome of a hippie southern grandmother. Having lived a long life, she aim's to spread kindness and has always been considered a shoulder to lean on by members of her community. She's quick witted and has a blunt nature about her - though like most older southern women, she hides her bluntness under the floweriness of words. The older woman is known as one of the town gossips, but not one that will spread your information - just someone who likes to gather a lot of info on others simply because they're nosey. Yes, Ettie Mae is a nosey little shit.

She enjoys nurturing the minds of others, especially if they are younger than her by a generation or two, and always has a spare glass of sweet tea with a side of conversation for anyone who find their way onto her porch. A hardworking woman, if Ettie is not in her kitchen, she can be found in her small yard doing things like gardening and the like. An extrovert at heart, Ettie loves being around people and helping them in whatever ways she can.

_History:

• Born Ethel Mae Shaw, Ettie grew up right here in Pines Holler. Her family was poor, and struggled to make ends meet. Despite that fact, Samuel and Myrtle Shaw made sure that their children had any and all necessities - often times going without for themselves. Ettie grew up being relatively close with all of her siblings, and still calls them on the phone periodically.
• She did fine in school. Nothing impressive, but nothing horrible either. She was seen as one of the more popular kids in school - though that had nothing to do with actual social status, and more so on Ettie's magnetic personality. Ettie graduated high-school and moved on to get her cosmetology degree shortly before marrying her high-school sweet heart, Theodore Willoughby.
• Theodore was good man, who provided for his family through active duty military service. He never tried to change or restrict Ettie. Together they had three children: Theo Jr, Aveline, and Isaiah. Theodore died at the age of forty-two due to a heart attack.
• While Theodore was away with the army, Ettie found herself growing close with their neighbors and community - but one neighbor grew closer than the rest. Her name was Elizabeth, and she was the most gorgeous thing Ettie had ever laid her eyes upon. With their husbands both away for work the two women grew close over the years - From the outside looking in, they were just normal neighbors who shared stories, helped each other with their kids, and just liked spending time together - and that they were. At least until the night that Lizzie kissed Ettie, changing both of their worlds permanently. The two of them knew they had feelings for each other, but kept it hidden out of respect for their husbands and fear for their families. Ettie still isn't quite sure if she cheated on Theo or not, seeing as how she and Lizzie never shared more than a few kisses until after his death. Regardless, Lizzie and her family moved away from Pines Holler in the early 2000's. Ettie hasn't been in another relationship since.
• Ettie opened Magnolia's Salon back in the late 80s. She worked their until about ten years ago, when the arthritis really started setting in. She now rents out her chairs to other aspiring cosmetologists.
• Taking in niece, Callie, didn't really come as a shock. With Waylon being the only sibling that ever stayed in Pines Holler like herself, Ettie was more than aware of the person he had become in his adult life. She wasn't close with Waylon, but made sure to keep herself involved for the sake of Callie. When her brother and his wife proposed the idea of Callie coming to stay with her, Ettie didn't hesitate at all. Her whole life now was dedicated to making sure that her niece turned out to be a half-decent person. While she's taken a small step back in that regard, Ettie still makes sure Callie always knows she has a safe place to come to.

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• Believes that growth and expansion is needed for all things to survive. Also believes that the forces that are expanding Pines Holler could do so without killing the planet or the people.
• It's rumored that Ettie is one of the closest things you can get to a real life, old time Appalachian Witch.
• Hobbies include: Smoking pot, gardening, cooking & baking, sitting on her porch in peace, thrifting, painting, pottery, meditating, and practicing her spirituality.
• Has a five year old black cat she calls Shade.
• Ettie has been an open minded individual her whole life, advocating for marginalized groups when and where she can, regardless of who has or hasn't liked it.
• None of Ettie's children live locally to her, but they come to visit for the holidays and always stop in for the Shaw Family Reunion every summer.
• Can't wait until the day that her brother Waylon dies, just so she can be the first to piss on his grave.
• Has a collection of vintage t-shirts that would blow your mind.
• Is a fan of nearly all music, with her favorite being old 'dad rock' bands like Pink Floyd, Motley Crue and the like.

[Sugar and Spite]

Okie From Muskogee || Cliff Jennings

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_{Full Name:}

Matthew Cliffton Jennings

_Nickname(s):

• Cliff - preferred name. What he goes by, and what everyone calls him.
• Matt - would rather be tied to the back of a vehicle and drug butt naked across the Alabama summer asphalt before being called this.

_Age:

Thirty-eight // October 21st // Libra-Scorpio Cusp

_Gender:

Male.

_Sexuality:

Heterosexual.

_Occupation:

Owner and operator of Jennings Automotive.

_{Place of Residence:}

#3 Shady Pines Drive

_{Family and Close Connections:}

• Parents: Pearl and Ronald Jennings. Ronald is deceased, and Pearl lives out in Tennessee with Cliffs sister.
• Siblings: Grace Robbins (née Jennings), Sister, Age 33, Tennessee Native.

_Appearance:

• Height: Six feet, two inches.
• Hair: Brown, wavy, shaggy. Doesn't do much with it at all besides brushing and washing it.
• Eyes: Blue.
• Body Type: Cliff has been described as a Mesomorph with a rectangular shape. Years spent training in the army has left him with a defined muscle definition.
• Clothing Style: Casual Vintage Cowboy || Lots of denim. Button up long sleeved, collared shirts. Cowboy or steel toe boots. Leather Jackets. Flannels.
  
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  • His signature beard.
  • A dragon tattoo on his right shoulder. The dragons head rests on his neck, while the wings expand out over the back and front of his shoulder. The dragons tail wraps down around his upper arm.
  • A small toy soldier the he got as a joke with some of his army buddies. It now serves as a reminder to those lost on the battlefield. Located on his left shoulder.
  • Various scars are scattered over his body from his time spent in the army + from working on cars.

_Personality:

• Charming
• Emotionally Guarded/Distant
• Confident
• Loyal
• Protective
• Adventurous/Thrill-seeking
• Dark Humored
• Observant
• Internalizes his emotions.
• Empathetic
• Courageous
• Self-Indulgent

_History:

• Born and raised outside of Nashville Tennessee. His childhood was nothing important of note - just another struggling family trying to make it.
• Cliff was a C average student in high school, and played on the football team as a defensive lineman.
• He grew up dreaming about wanting to travel and see the world. The army promised things like that for kids like him. They didn't tell him about the bonus PTSD though. He signed with the army straight out of high school.
• Served for a total of twelve years in Iraq and Afghanistan. Retired with his working dog, Zeus.
• Cliff retired from the army at the age of 30, and used what money he had saved up to move to Pines Holler. While part of him knew he should move back home, the other half knew that he would never continue to succeed as a person if he did. Cliff found an abandoned building on one of the corners of Pines Holler main street and turned it into his automotive shop after a long year of steady work and dedication. He has now been running Jennings Automotive for almost six years.
• He now lives in the Shady Pines Trailer Park, helping his neighbors fix their appliances and cars when needed. Cliff has learned that there's more to life than what meets the eye, and enjoys the peaceful life that he and his dogs share. He mostly keeps to himself, but those who need him will always know where to find him.

_{Extra Facts // Headcannons:}

• Cliff is a firm believer that all of the development groups, real estate agents, and the like need to leave Pines Holler alone.
• Drives a red and white 1977 Chevrolet K20.
• Is a whiz with damn near anything mechanical.
• Good with his hands: aside from mechanical work, Cliff has also been known to dabble in carpentry, and plumbing when needed. Electrical he stays away from.
• Cliff accepts payments of cash, goods/gifts, and good company - in that order. He's often known to take payments, or even a nice homecooked meal in exchange for doing work for people.
• Listens to mostly old country and dad rock.
• His ten year old German Shephard, Zeus. They retired from Afghanistan together. Cliff recently got Zeus a puppy. Her name is Jazzy and she is roughly four months old.
• Has been known to drink a lil drink and smoke a lil smoke.

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Zoey Frye || The Woman Who's Trying

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_{Full Name:}

Zoey May Frye

_Nickname(s):

Trouble: In her youth, many an adult could be heard saying "That girl is Trouble". It didn't stick

_Age:

24. Born in August. Just before school started up after summer break.

_Gender:

Female

_Sexuality:

Could maybe date another woman. But can only see herself getting serious with a member of the opposite sex.

_Occupation:

Waitress at Waffle House. Has worked overnight. Disappointed she hasn't gotten in a brawl. Gives extra portions to customers that aren't assholes.

_{Place of Residence:}

515 Miner Street

_{Family and Close Connections:}

Martin Frye - Grandfather and Legal Guardian | Worked the mines from a young age. Married young. Provided.| FC: Chris Cooper

Constance 'Connie' Frye - Grandmother | Still remembers when Magnolia's Salon opened. For now. Memory can be...a tricky thing. | FC: Laurie Metcalf

Zachary Frye - Father | Deceased. Drunk accident. He was the one behind the wheel. Lived in Kentucky.

Katie Leigh - Mother | Divorced after half a year of marriage. Estranged is putting it nicely. As good as dead to Zoey.

_Appearance:

• Height: 5'5"
• Hair: Rusty auburn, under certain light it almost looks red. When working she keeps it in a low bun. Outside of work she keeps it medium length, between her shoulder blades. It is not uncommon to see her wearing a Cincinnati Reds hat
• Eyes: Dark Brown
• Body Type: Zoey is on the lanky side with a slender physique and an awkward gait to her step that lacks grace. She's a heavy walker despite her frame and though she's not clumsy, she did break a fair number of plates at work before she learned how to carry plates. Her arms, while not the arms of someone who actively lifts, have the obvious signs of someone who knows how to throw a punch.
• Clothing Style: Zoey dresses like she still lives in the era of Cobain and Vedder. A lot of flannel jackets over t-shirts with faded images and jeans that have holes and discoloration from use. Her use of makeup comes across like someone who didn't know what concealer or lip gloss was until she was nineteen and even now barely could tell you the difference between liner and shadow and once thought mascara was "like that cheese right?" She's gotten better but it's low priority. She doesn't dress to impress nor does she particularly care to go hunting at boutique's outside of town for ways to be fashionable. Zoey is rarely seen without her Cincinnati Reds hat when out and about. She's had it ever since she was a kid.
• Body Markings: No tattoos or piercings, but she does have a scar that didn't quite heal right on her face, just across her right cheek. She's had numerous black eyes and bruises on her knees. Her left arm has a burn scar that she tends to keep covered thanks to the long sleeves of her flannel jacket.

_Personality:

Zoey fucking hates her lot in life and though she tries not to show it in her day to day, it's written on her tired, bored face. Small town life is all she's ever known even before her moving to Pines Holler, but it's a lot easier to amuse yourself as a child when going down to the creek or running through the woods was an adventure on the level of the Fellowship of the Ring. Perhaps that's why Zoey has always been known as a restless, rambunctious soul. But that was then, when she was younger and could get away with things with a stern talking to and the folly of youth.

Zoey is frustrated and aimless and has entered adulthood without much in the way of a clue or a goal. She'd always just had her grandparents to rely on and even now she still lives with them, but her lack of passion and drive has made her exhausted and confused and bottling everything up to force a smile as she takes orders and makes small talk with people who think Waffle House is the highlight of their day. She'll cuss and bluster and wonder how it is she's in the prime of her life but it feels like she's treading water. Imposter syndrome has been a part of Zoey since her arrival and it's only continued to fester. She stood out as a kid and is only now trying to blend in just because it keeps her going. Zoey will listen to the problems of others and repeat advice picked up over the years thinking it helps; after all, an ear listening and pretending to be friendly was better than nothing, right?

At the end of the day, Zoey, like anyone else, wants something to come home to, be it acceptance or love or just a cold beer and the radio to listen to the Reds game.

_History:

Born in a small Kentucky town not terribly far from Louisville with a population barely over one thousand, Zoey spent a lot of her childhood going down to the creek and going frog giggin' and kicking leaves. She didn't have much, her father being a single parent working an underpaying job didn't afford her that luxury, but she didn't mind. But she also didn't realize the bottles in the bin kept adding up over time. Didn't realize the sickness in her daddy's eyes. But then, how could she?

After the cops knocked on her door and told her, Zoey just froze up. The only thing she had to remind her of her dad was the baseball cap that he bought her on the only vacation they ever took. Of course, it wasn't a vacation for her father, it was an attempt to reconnect with his ex-wife who had moved to Ohio, but to Zoey it was a core experience. A little road trip capped off with a baseball game. She even had ice cream. After the death of her father, her grandparents took her in and she moved to Pines Holler. It wasn't like Kentucky. It seemed similar, but it wasn't.

Almost as soon as she got settled, Zoey was causing trouble. With little to do, Zoey began making her own fun. Throwing rocks at windows to houses she thought abandoned only to find that, no, the houses were occupied and just in a state of disrepair. Getting into fights with boys and girls at the park because they wouldn't let her play or because she tagged them too hard. Stealing from the shop because she wanted candy or soda or beer. Things that started off minor only ever escalated and by the time she was a teenager, Zoey was familiar with the cops in Pines Holler and had, on more than one instance, had to apologize at a community meeting at the behest of her grandparents. Her grandparents had always been pillars of the community but any sympathy they had towards Zoey and her situation was lost shortly after her twentieth case of vandalism and destruction of property.

It wasn't all bad for Zoey growing up. When she wasn't throwing rocks and spraying obscenities on walls she enjoyed foraging in the woods. It reminded her of home, only with less stabbing of frogs and more identifying mushrooms and enjoying the sound of leaves under her shoes. As she entered adulthood and the health of her grandmother began to get worse, the consequences of over a decade of being a menace in the Pines caught up with her. While members of the community were more than willing to look after her grandmother, many were far less charitable to Zoey which, of course, led her to seeking employment with a non-local establishment. She's tried to make up for her youthful transgressions, but bad gas travels fast in a small town and even now, three years since her last fight and destruction of property, she still gets the side eye from people.

Waffle House is not her career, at least she doesn't want it to be, but it's all she has. And she's at a point in life where she might have to decide if Pines Holler is worth trying to stick around for. It hasn't been good to her but...neither has she been good to it. But she's trying. And that's all she can do.

_{Extra Facts // Headcannons:}

• When it comes to the growth of Pines Holler, Zoey is upfront about the fact that she thinks it's a good thing. She doesn't seem to care about the history or customs that expansion runs the risk of eradicating; for her the only thing that matters is that growth means more opportunity and isn't the country supposed to be the land of opportunity? Her grandparents vehemently disagree with her and they've had arguments about it. Fewer these days, what with her grandmother's illness and all, but part of her would be more than a little sad if her grandparents house, her house, the house her father grew up in, was torn down. It's...complicated. But Zoey, for now, seems to welcome the idea of growth, thinking it can only benefit the town.
• Is a bit of an amateur mycologist in that she can identify the types of mushrooms around Pines Holler.
• Orders her hash browns at Waffle House smothered, chunked, and capped
• Is an avid fan of the Cincinnati Reds and if she can't watch a game during the season, she'll listen to it on the radio.
• Doesn't smoke, does drink but only beer.
• The worst thing she ever did in her troubled youth involved fire. No one died but scars linger.
• Tries not to swear while working. Emphasis on tries.
• She's embarrassed to admit it, but she's never gone on a date, let alone been kissed. She blames the whole...'fighting and breaking shit and being a little shit' thing.
• Her grandmother is quite sick and Zoey just wants her to be comfortable.
• Has zero desire to find or patch things up with her mother.

[Moon Child]

The Young Widow | Mollie McIntyre

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_{Full Name:}

Mollie Samantha McIntyre-King

_Nickname(s):

🕷️ Mol
🕷️ Molliekins
🕷️ Momo
🕷️ Mollie Mac

_Age:

27 | October 27th | Scorpio

_Gender:

Female

_Sexuality:

Heterosexual

_Occupation:

Manager at Smoker’s Paradise Smoke Shop

_{Place of Residence:}

137 Miners Street (the 2 bed, 2 bath she inherited from Kent after his passing)

_{Family and Close Connections:}

🕷️ Stella King | 44 | Mother | Former Vegas Showgirl; currently a hairdresser | FC: Jaime Pressly
🕷️ Dallas King | 22 | Cousin | Waitress at Lou’s Diner
🕷️ Susan King | 42 | Aunt | Nurse Practitioner
🕷️ Kent McIntyre🕇 | 61 | Husband | Gulf War Army Veteran & Former President of the Black Dogs MC | FC: Tommy Flanagan

_Appearance:

🕷️ Height: 5’8”
🕷️ Hair: bleach blonde with dark brown underdye | naturally wavy | often worn down or in a ponytail/braid with face framing strands.
🕷️ Eyes: sky blue
🕷️ Body Type: Tall & Slim
🕷️ Clothing Style: grunge | band tees, jeans, frayed and distressed denim shorts, calf-high boots, leather jackets, sunglasses, plaid blouses, heavy eyeliner, etc.
🕷️ Body Markings: helix, tongue, navel, nipple, nose hoop and 4 earlobe piercings | tiny moles scattered throughout her back | a small heart tattoo in the middle of her chest and a small 8 ball tattoo behind her left ear

_Personality:

🕷️ Vivacious 🕷️ Confident🕷️ Spontaneous 🕷️ Affectionate 🕷️ Caring 🕷️ Genuine 🕷️ Direct 🕷️ Impulsive 🕷️ Foul-Mouthed 🕷️ Blunt 🕷️ Sarcastic 🕷️

_History:

🕷️ Five years ago, 22 year-old Mollie King made the trek from her hometown of Las Vegas to Pines Holler to celebrate her younger cousin Dallas’ eighteenth birthday.
🕷️ What Mollie wasn’t counting on was that, in those four days she spent in her cousin’s hometown, she would find love at Huskers Dive bar over a few beers and a game of pool.
🕷️ Kent McIntyre, a 56 year-old Desert Storm veteran, was instantly smitten with the out of towner; captivated by her looks, her easy sense of humor, her unwavering confidence and the way she kicked his ass during that pool game they shared.
🕷️ Kent and Mollie played the long distance game for a few long, grueling months. But, ultimately, they concluded that they were each other’s soulmates, and that waiting any longer to spend the rest of their lives together was stupid.
🕷️ Against everyone’s wishes and sincere advice, Mollie married Kent in a shotgun wedding at Vegas’ Little White Chapel and officially moved into his Miners Street home as his stay at home wife.
🕷️ The age difference between the newlyweds was a hot topic in town for the first few months, with the majority of the townspeople fully believing that Mollie was a gold-digging tramp hoping to pocket all of Kent’s money.
🕷️ The opinion of the Pines Holler community soon changed as they witnessed the interactions of genuine love, affection and care between Mollie and Kent, and they slowly embraced the Vegas girl as one of their own.
🕷️ As a long-term consequence of his military service, Kent’s health declined severely during the last year of their marriage, with Mollie taking the role of his caretaker and looking after her husband with the utmost devotion.
🕷️ During their last months together, Mollie and Kent made sure to savor every moment together,
🕷️ Sadly, Kent McIntyre passed away at age 61, four and a half years after his marriage to the now 27 year-old Mollie.
🕷️ Kent’s death provided Mollie with a semblance of economic stability, as she inherited the house they shared, his chopper and his survivor benefits. That, however, did nothing for the grieving widow. She would’ve forfeited every single penny if it meant having her husband back.
🕷️ In an attempt to distract herself from the lingering stillness and emptiness in her home, Mollie sought employment at the local smoke shop, where she has been working at for the last six months. She was made manager of the shop two months ago.

_{Extra Facts // Headcannons:}

🕷️ Mollie feels quite skeptical and highly suspicious about the growth and expansion of Pines Holler. She’s happy for the potential employment and housing opportunities that developments can bring, but is concerned about getting pushed out of her new home or the kinds of people this expansion will attract.
🕷️ Is a nationally recognized pool player, and has even won cash prizes in competitions for it.
🕷️ Drives a 2005 black Nissan Sentra, but she inherited Kent’s vintage chopper.
🕷️ Is currently trying to quit smoking (a bad habit she picked up at age 15), but does still indulge in weed when the waves of grief become too much.
🕷️ Her favorite holiday is Halloween.
🕷️ Enjoys to listen to 80’s, 90’s and 2000’s rock.
🕷️ Is left-handed.
🕷️ Is a compulsive, obnoxious gum-chewer.
🕷️ Font: fontmeme.com/fonts/barbie-pipi-creati…

[Pumpkin Jackdaw]

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:}

Silvia Cruz Belasco || 66 || Mother || FC:
Solana Maria Vega (nee. Belasco) || Forever 33 (would be 46) || Younger Sister || FC: Salma Hayek
Anya Belasco || 22 || Daughter || FC:
Estrella Vega || 27 || Niece || FC: Eiza Gonzalez
Alejandro Maximo Vega || 75 || Brother-In-Law's Father || Former co-owner of Two Bits Pawnshop || FC: Edward James Olmos
Soledad Guadalupe Vega || 70 || Brother-In-Law's Mother || Former co-owner of Two Bits Pawnshop || FC: Lynda Carter
Daniela Whittaker || 47 || Ex-Wife || FC:

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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.

[Fabricant451]

Theresa Patterson || The Homecoming Queen

_{Faceclaim: Ayo Edebiri // Color Code: E9ED40}
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_{Full Name:}

Theresa Patterson

_Nickname(s):

Tessa: - Short for 'Theresa'. Everyone in Pines Holler used to call her that. Most probably still do even if she corrects them. It's just Theresa now.

_Age:

31

_Gender:

Female

_Sexuality:

Bisexual. Recently single after a two and a half year relationship.

_Occupation:

Before leaving after high school, Theresa wanted a part time job at Magnolia's Salon mostly so she could show people how to do black hair the right way. But now, having left for twelve years, Theresa has found employment with Waldron and Sons Realty and Development and is back in her home town to do feasibility studies. Of course, she knows better than to tell the people that, so she has numerous cover jobs if asked. Hopefully no one calls her out.

_{Place of Residence:}

The house she grew up in, and where her father still lives, is 693 Miners Street. She is not currently staying there, however. She is living out of a motel room a couple miles outside of Pines Holler. The nightly rate is cheap and the continental breakfast is terrible but at least it gets HBO.

_{Family and Close Connections:}

George Patterson - Father. A Pines Holler local to the core. Eats at Lou's twice a week and has for the past...forever. Worked as a contractor, doing roofing and home repair jobs for the community. Never missed a Sunday church service. | FC: James Pickens Jr.

Sandra Patterson - Mother. Retired pediatric nurse that worked outside of Pines Holler. Considering picking up a part-time job now that money is tighter and things are costing more. Would rather finally start that dream of having her own garden instead. | FC: S. Epatha Merkerson

_Appearance:

• Height: 5'8"
• Hair: Her hair is black and not just the color. Hair is quite important and Theresa takes it seriously. At the moment she has her curls in a half up half down style and last year she rocked boho braids for the better part of...the year. Her hair frames her face which benefits her expressive eyebrows that tend to talk more than she does.
• Eyes: Hazel
• Body Type: Theresa was the definition of a late bloomer. Growing up she was somewhat squat and dumpy - the words of her extended family. But they weren't wrong. She wore unflattering, bulky clothes and was embarrassed easily by her teeth. But as she grew up she filled out, so to speak. She's lean, but not waifish and she is no longer embarrassed by her teeth which has massively helped her confidence. The awkward youthful gait is now a confident comfortable stride. What hasn't changed is how expressive she is with her face. Wide eyed blinks, open mouth stares, eyebrows that seem to have a life of their own. In a way, that's a charm all its own.
• Clothing Style: Gone are the days where Theresa wore baggy jeans and shirts and hiking boots and overalls; Theresa's sense of style has absolutely been influenced by her time in the city. At work she's known for her checkered suit jackets while in her casual life she enjoys wearing slacks as much as she does skirts and heels. Where before she used to hate dresses, now she quite loves them though she doubts she'll get to wear them while in Pines Holler. But denim jackets? Sleeveless button downs? She's all over that. The awkward bulky girl has become a little fashionable.
• Body Markings:She has her ears pierced and has since she was seventeen. No tattoos or scars but she does have a birthmark that vaguely looks like a hexagon on her right arm.

_Personality:

There's a confidence in Theresa that wasn't there before. While never the quiet girl, she was never really decisive and tended to go with the flow. But now she's found her voice and that voice has very little nice to say about the small town she used to call home. While not brusque, Theresa has a relatively short fuse for things that waste her time including and especially the nature of small town folk to take the highway to get to the point of an anecdote. It's not out of pocket to call Theresa a bit icy because of this.

What Theresa has always been and continues to be is smart. But where she was just book smart, she's now a bit more streetwise even though sometimes there is the lingering difficulty in actually using that found voice to be heard by her co-workers and peers. It's not that she's still trying to get out of her shell, but rather that lingering youth anxieties have mutated into adult insecurities that she still needs to sort through. But she doesn't let that get in the way of doing her job, of which the intelligence has helped her become quite good at.

Theresa lacks when it comes to humor. She knows humor and jokes but she just...doesn't quite know how to make people laugh and her attempts at telling jokes have gotten a grand total of two laughs in her life. And that's counting pity laughter. Theresa is someone that took to life in a town like Pines Holler very well but her time away has changed her and only for the worse. But that's fine with her, or so she says, because she never thought she'd come back and now that she has, she can at least maintain an air of smug superiority over the people who couldn't get out. Well...she'd never do that openly, of course.

Because deep down there's still part of her that has a fondness bordering on nostalgia for the place. Even if it's much smaller now that she knows what the grass is like on the other side.

_History:

Theresa, or Tessa as she was known back then, lived in Pines Holler and grew up as a small town girl among small town folk that understood the idea of community. It helped that her father was and still is a pillar of the community. As a kid, Tessa always saw her father doing things like organizing town potlucks or making sure to say hello to everyone and always keeping an open door policy for the neighbors. Young Tessa spent more time reading in her room than socializing even though she wound up reading the same books multiple times due to not having many options. As she reached middle school age, though, Tessa found herself enjoying going down to the river at Paradise Falls and going fishing or laying in the back bed of her father's truck and looking up at the stars. She'd even tell people about the constellations if they gave her the chance to.

It seemed like Theresa would follow in the footsteps of her parents, specifically her mother, and get a job outside of town while still living and being part of the community. But that felt weirdly limiting to her, as if she should aim higher than spending her life in a place where everyone knew your business and the only entertainment for adults was going to a bar after working for scraps. It didn't matter how many times her father tried to tell her about the value of community, of treating your neighbor like family, for Theresa the goal was never just a small life and going to church on Sundays.

So she left shortly after her nineteenth birthday.

She went north. A small fish in an ocean of lights and action and rodents and street food. She got a degree, got an internship, landed a job, went on dates, broke up, lived fast as if she was making up for lost time. But despite having a job and an apartment within walking distance of a delicious Chinese restaurant, as Theresa entered her thirties she found herself wondering when life was going to be...fulfilling. The glitz and glamor of a professional career seemed to be what she wanted, but they don't tell you about the way her boss casually ignores her ideas but likes the same idea from a male coworker. Or the numerous people she matched with utterly torpedoing their chances by using words like 'exotic' or wanting to touch her hair. The job paid and all...but when she said hello to the man in the apartment next to her all she got was told to fuck off.

It was better than going nowhere in the middle of nowhere, wasn't it? Of course it was.

And then an opportunity presented itself. Her bosses were looking to expand down south. Plenty of land in smaller towns that could be turned to housing or infrastructure or leisure. Theresa submitted a name for consideration and was tasked with doing feasibility studies. The company she works for is very interested in acquiring land and making a nice profit. And all Theresa has to do is convince them that Pines Holler is the next slice of gold for developers and engineers.

Maybe that's why she opted to stay in a hotel. It makes it easier to pretend like she's not going back home to try and kill the place that raised her.

But surely Pines Holler welcomes its own back. Surely.

_{Extra Facts // Headcannons:}

• Naturally, Theresa claims to be in favor of the expansion and alteration of Pines Holler because if there's profit to be made then that secures her job and with expansion comes more income for the town. Sure, some people might have to be relocated but...would anyone really miss a trailer park? Or rows of houses where half the time the lights don't work? It's no longer the early 1900s so why not make the town more modern? More livable? Hell, why not let them experience the joys of a Starbucks? How can anyone be against change? With her familiarity, she truly believes she can be instrumental in turning Pines Holler into a place to be proud of rather than having to tell people in the city that she comes from "near North Carolina".
• Theresa misses being able to see the stars.
• She absolutely loves metal music. She once went to a metal show looking like she came from a pop show and managed to have a great time when she headbanged with the best of them.
• Hasn't seen her parents since her twenty first birthday.
• Hasn't been back 'home' since the day she left.
• Has become very, very good at lying.
• Drives a Kia K4 GT-Line. It's not fancy but compared to the shitboxes she left behind? It might as well be.
• Has never gotten drunk and if social functions are at a bar, she orders virgin drinks.
• Still knows how to fish.

[Apoalo]

The 'Prodigal' Son || Rowan Shaw || TW: Mentions of Child abuse, Suicide

_{Faceclaim: Ethan Church // Color Code: EB38E5}

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_{Full Name:}

Rowan Elijah Shaw

_Nickname(s):

• Ro(w) (Mostly Close Friends, Callie, and Ettie)
• Elijah (Father)
• Preacher Jr (Despises this)

_Age:

Twenty-four // October 28th

_Gender:

Male

_Sexuality:

Undecided / Unlabeled — music has always come first (He's gay lul)

_Occupation:

• Previously at the Lumber Yard during the day, recently offered a remote session drummer position
• Plays shows during the evening and night. Does solo singing with Guitar, Piano, and also Drums for a local band.

_{Place of Residence:}

444 Miners Street.

_{Family and Close Connections:}

• Father: Waylon Shaw || Age 63 || Local Business Owner & Preacher at Pines Holler Southern Baptist Church || FC: Pierce Brosnan.
• Mother: Natalie Shaw || Age 56 || Pines Holler Mayor || FC: Carla Gugino.
• Siblings: Calypso Aikaterini Shaw (Sister)
• Friends: Ettie Willoughby (Aunt) || TBD.
• Significant Other: None currently other than music.

_Appearance:

• Height: Six feet, 1 Inch.
• Hair: Dark brown
• Eyes: Hazel
• Body Type: Tall, lean, obvious wiry build. Looks Athletic and healthy
• Clothing Style: Random Graphic Tee || Blacks, purples, greys, and pinks mostly. patterned, torn, or faded jeans, No shirt at all || Worn Sneakers.
• Body Markings:

• Jason Voorhees Tattoo on his left arm and Michael Myers one on his fore-arm
• Mandalorian Tattoo on his right fore-arm

_Personality:
Rowan Shaw is quiet, observant, and deeply emotional beneath a guarded exterior. He listens the way musicians do, not just to words, but to what sits underneath them. He notices changes in tone, pauses in speech, the things people don’t say. This makes him perceptive, empathetic, and occasionally overwhelmed.

He is gentle by nature, but not weak. Rowan’s anger is slow-burning and internalized, expressed more through music than confrontation. When pushed too far, he withdraws rather than explodes. Conflict makes him uneasy, not because he lacks conviction, but because he has seen how power is abused by those who claim moral authority.

Rowan is fiercely loyal, especially to Callie. She is his anchor, his proof that escape is possible. At the same time, her success intimidates him, not out of jealousy, but out of fear that he will never measure up in ways that matter. He struggles with impostor syndrome, convinced that his talent only exists because no one has truly tested it yet.

Music is where Rowan is most honest. Onstage or behind a kit, he is confident, expressive, and fearless. Offstage, he is uncertain, self-effacing, and deeply cautious with his heart. He wants more from life, but doesn’t know how to want it without betraying the people and place that shaped him.

Despite everything, Rowan loves Pines Holler. He loves the land, the late nights, the way sound carries through the hills. His conflict isn’t whether to leave, it’s whether leaving would erase him, or finally let him exist fully.

_History:
Rowan Elijah Shaw was born into a house where appearances mattered more than safety and silence was mistaken for obedience. As the preacher’s son and the mayor’s child, he grew up under a microscope, expected to be grateful, God-fearing, and invisible all at once. He learned early which parts of himself were acceptable to show, and which needed to be hidden.

Music found Rowan before language ever did. He could hum back hymns in perfect pitch before he understood what pitch was. Rhythms stuck to him like instinct, patterns snapping into place the moment he heard them. When he first sat behind a drum kit, too small to reach everything properly, something in him settled. Sound became structure. Noise became safety.

Unlike Callie, Rowan did not excel in ways that adults found respectable. He wasn’t valedictorian. He wasn’t polished. His brilliance was loud, emotional, and inconvenient. Teachers called him distracted. Church elders called him unfocused. His father called him undisciplined.

The abuse in the Shaw household did not spare Rowan, but it shaped him differently. Where Callie learned to endure and plan, Rowan learned to disappear. He spent hours locked in his room with headphones on, tapping rhythms against his legs, humming melodies under his breath. Music was the only thing that made him feel real without making him afraid.

Callie leaving was the first fracture. Her attempt, her removal from the house, and then her eventual escape carved something hollow into Rowan. He stayed, not because he wanted to, but because someone had to. He absorbed the pressure, the expectations, the unspoken command to be better behaved, less visible, more manageable than his sister had ever been allowed to be.

After high school, Rowan drifted. He worked wherever he could, played wherever he was allowed, and never quite left Pines Holler. Opportunities passed close enough to touch but never stayed long, money problems, family obligations, fear of failing somewhere that mattered. When Parton’s Lumber shut down, it felt like confirmation of a truth he’d been avoiding: the town that raised him was shrinking, and it might take him down with it.

Still, he stayed. Still, he played.

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• Rowan truly doesn't know what to think about the expansion. He's mostly worried about himself, and feels like he's lost.
• Has perfect pitch and assumes everyone else does too.
• Can pick up any instrument and play it passably within minutes.
• Drums are his primary language; singing is his second, and guitar his third.
• Writes music constantly but finishes very little.
• Uses rhythm to regulate his emotions.
• Went no-contact with his parents more slowly than Callie; guilt kept him tethered longer.
• Ettie and Callie are his emotional safe harbors.
• Still flinches when people quote scripture aggressively.
• Has complicated feelings about church music, loves the sound, hates the source.
• Sleeps with headphones on, and music on. He can't sleep without music
• Rarely drinks to excess; hates feeling out of control.
• Smokes occasionally but more for the ritual than the high.
• Taps out rhythms on every available surface.
• Keeps old drumsticks long past when they’re usable.
• Knows which buildings echo best.
• Plays free shows at protests and fundraisers.
• Feels protective over the town, even as it suffocates him.
• Deeply wary of outsiders who “discover” Appalachian talent.

[Moon Child]

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 @daliirious) 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

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Liz Falton tw: miscarriage

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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 | February 19th

_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:}

Isaiah James Fulton | 35 | Husband
Leslie Rhodes | 52 | Father
Alisha Rhodes | 51 | Mother | fc: Brooke Elliot
Angus | 6 | Pet black lab

_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 or ponytail
• 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 about 5 years 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 teaching 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 Isaiah Fulton. Liz did grow up playing with Isaiah at the trailer park alongside all the other kids but they were never super close. There's no doubt Isaiah 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 Isaiah. When the pair were 21 Isaiah proposed. Liz excitedly accepted but the couple decided to have a long engagement to allow them tome to save for the wedding. Life, however, had other plans. A few months after their engagement, Liz found herself pregnant despite the couple being careful. Although accidental the thought of expanding their family wasn't necessarily unwelcome. Isaiah's family pushed the couple to tie the knot before the arrival of their child. The next couple of months were a flurry of planning until about 3 months into Liz's pregnancy she lost the baby in her own home. She was left broken, unable to leave her room for a week and in the process lost her job at Waffle House. After a month she picked up a job at Husker's as a bartender. With everything arranged, Isaiah and Liz decided to go through with their wedding.

Isaiah and Liz stayed at the trailer park, trying to save where they could. At 30 Liz’ student loans were fully paid off the couple decided to move to a 2 bedroom house on Miner's street and start trying to grow their family. Liz quickly fell pregnant and the couple excitedly prepared for their incoming little girl. When Liz was 34 weeks pregnant she noted that the baby was moving less than usual one evening and booked in to see a doctor first thing in the morning. That night she woke up in the middle of the night weak and feverish, having bled through her clothes and sheets. Isaiah rushed her to the ER where they found out the baby had died in utereo. Labour was induced and Liz delivered their little girl. She had wisps of her mother's black hair and a little button nose that seemed like her father's. Little and perfect but with no air in her lungs or heartbeats. It took Liz months to return to normal life.

After a few months the couple decided they still wanted to keep trying. It took a few years and just a month shy of her 35th birthday Liz discovered she was, once again, pregnant and the couple sprung to make preparations although more cautious and fearful. 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 Isaiah 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 long drives seeming unappealing she never followed it. She'll still happily captures the occasional special event for the people in her community
• Liz enjoys baking and often makes bread for members of the 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