Altered Tundra

Pines Holler [Not Accepting]

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______________________________________	______________________________________________________________________________________ 🔥 LOCATION 🔥 Quinn home → Pine Holler Police Station 🔥 OUTFIT 🔥 See left 🔥 INTERACTING WITH 🔥 Valentino @Kaiidth, Dal via text @Moon Child ______________________________________________________________________________________

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An alarm of the phone of someone that was on a nightstand had been ringing and ringing and ringing for over three minutes, the loud, ear-piercing sounds penetrated the walls of a house on Miner’s street. The owner of the phone was laying on a bed, still asleep…or that’s what he wanted everyone to think. He had his pillow over his head, blanket over that pillow and just wanted to pretend that the alarm was in another universe and that it wasn’t a reminder that today was the day. Aiden Quinn wanted to just forget what today was because, as much as he was looking forward to it when he applied for the job and then got hired, something that he didn’t feel any excitement for.

Who his partner was.

Valentino Lockwood. A name that, before the military, Aiden knew somewhat. He was a respected officer. Someone who protected and served the community, but he also was now the ex of his best friend. He was someone that Aiden came to loathe on many levels. But now, he was Aiden’s senior. No amount of dislike for Valentino could ever or would ever diminish Aiden’s love for the job.

But that was being tested today. When Aiden removed the covers finally, he noticed a few things. The AC had stopped, so the rush of heat was pushed into his face like he had just ran a marathon. His phone was no longer being charged, but thankfully it had a full charge, so he didn’t need to worry about that until much later. But worst of all, Hunter stood in his doorway. Hunter would usually be dressed for work, but with the power being out, what use would a coffee shop be now?

“Time to get up, little bro.” Hunter mused as he chomped away on a muffin.

“Yeah yeah,” Aiden groaned, lifting himself up from his bed.

He wore a pair of dark orange boxers and slowly went through what he could do. He showered last night, so thankfully his first impression of his new partner wouldn’t be a stinky one. But he wouldn’t have coffee or a hot breakfast. Room temp muffins and probably a warm can of iced coffee that was in the fridge is all he’d have. But it will have to do. Anything to give him the energy to make it through.

“When did the power go out?” Aiden asked while he slowly got his uniform on. Blue and black. The classic colors of a new officer.

“No clue,” Hunter said, finishing up his blueberry muffin. “Probably sometime during the early AM.”

Aiden cursed. Why of all days did it have to be today? The universe sure loved to fuck with Aiden more times than he personally deserved. Now was his time to complain because once he got to the station, he had a feeling he wouldn’t have any room to set a bad example. Taking aside that Val was an asshole, it had been drilled into Aiden’s head that he needed to make a good impression and his time in the military, no matter how short, had forced him to learn that the hard way. No one liked a complainer. Do your job and you might get out of it alive.

He finished getting dressed and as soon as he was out of the bathroom and had brushed his teeth and everything, he was ready to tackle the day.

“Need a ride to the station?” Hunter offered. Even though he probably didn’t need to go to work, he was dressed for it.

Aiden considered declining but thought better of it. He could use the familiar company and since Hunter was offering, who was he to turn him down. “Sure. It’ll give me time to mentally prepare for the hellish first day I’m gonna experience.”

“You really think the outage will be that bad?”

Aiden laughed and then shook his head. “I’m more worried about my partner.”

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Hunter had a black f150. It was a 2009 model, so while a bit out of date, it still ran fairly well. The Quinn brothers talked about life. They talked about how Aiden thought his first day would go and how insufferable Valentino would be. Aiden made it clear before they left, so the topic ventured into Hunter and Charlotte and how they were currently on the outs. That was a topic that died into some awkward silence before the topic of recent expansion came up.

That got both the brothers going about how they both hated it and didn’t trust whoever was in charge of it. Gideon something or rather? Yeah whoever that was, both Aiden and Hunter didn’t trust anyone named like someone from the 1970s. From there, they simply talked about unimportant issues including but not limited to: the extent in which the power outage would last, what they'll do if it doesn't come back on later today, and this last one was more from Aiden because he looked at his phone and saw a text from Dallas: Something about Clive Evermore at Huskers and he was now wondering what the fuck was wrong with Dal and why she decided to go after older men? Was there something in the air today about pissing him off? Nevertheless, he texted back That's great! I'll be there with my new partner when we can. Don't jump on his dick until you've at least gotten his number ;)

When Hunter asked, Aiden just said "Don't, and that was it until the sight of the Police Station came into view.

In truth, the Pines Holler Police Station was a simple one. Pretty small for all things considered. There were about 5 police cars parked diagonally in front of it and one that was parked along the road and spotted near it was a towering figure that Aiden scowled at. Long hair and a face that Aiden so wished he could punch but knew it would mean his badge and gun if he did.

“And into hell I go!” Aiden joked, grabbing his shit and getting out of the car.

There was a moment after Hunter drove off that Aiden wondered if he ran fast enough into traffic, he might be able to escape this hell for another that seemed more favorable. But then he thought about how that would look to his family and decided against it. He was a real man and real men didn’t run from things that made them uncomfortable. They confronted it head-on and hoped for the best. “Officer Lockwood,” Aiden, with his most respectful and professional tone, gave Val a short nod. “So how does this work? Are you, the veteran, going to force me to drive and hope I learn while doing it?”

Pines Holler [Not Accepting]

The Broken Dreamer || Estrella Vega

_{Faceclaim: Eiza Gonzalez // Color Code: Lilac purple/#cc99cc
So now’s not the time
I’ll take my dreams and I’ll shove em deep down
Say it’s what I want, I hate when I lie
Wish I could let you know what’s on my mind
But now’s not the time…}
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_{Full Name:}

Estrella Roxanne Vega

_Nickname(s):

Stella - common nickname and one she will always respond to
Star - Affectionate and one used by her romantic partner..which is no longer favorable.
Cosmic Rae - Her father used to call her that. It no longer holds a positive meaning to her.

_Age:

27 - February 13th
Sun - Aquarius
Moon - Capricorn
Rising - Capricorn

_Gender:

Female.

_Sexuality:

Bisexual

_Occupation:

Current: Forced Owner of Two Bits Pawn
Previous: Screenwriter

_{Place of Residence:}

143 Miner Street

_{Family and Close Connections:}

Vega Family - The Vega family has humble beginnings in Pines Holler. They immigrated from Mexico sometime in the 1950s where the grandparents of Stella and Luna came with their parents. Arturo and Paola Vega established roots when they came to live in Pine Holler with their two kids. This generation of the Vega family spent almost all of their earnings buying a lot of land on what is now known as Miner Street and a small shop downtown that would be known as Two Bits Pawnshop. Over the years, that lot of land would become their house on 143 Miner Street and Two Bits would be passed down to their kids and their kids' kids.

Esteban Rio Vega || Forever 35 (would be 48) || Father || FC: Javiar Bardem
Solana Maria Vega (nee. Belasco) || Forever 33 (would be 46) || Mother || FC: Salma Hayek
Selena Marie "Luna" Vega || 23 || Younger Sister || Works at Two Bits Pawnshop || FC: Dafne Keen

Other Family
Alejandro Maximo Vega || 75 || Paternal Grandfather || Former co-owner of Two Bits Pawnshop || FC: Edward James Olmos
Soledad Guadalupe Vega || 70 || Paternal Grandmother || Former co-owner of Two Bits Pawnshop || FC: Lynda Carter
Silvester Rafael Belasco || 48 || Maternal Uncle || Owner of Belasco Antiquities || FC: Pedro Pascal
Anya Belasco || 22 || Younger Cousin

_Appearance:
⭐ Height & Weight: 5’8” || 128lbs/58kg
⭐ Hair: Dark brown with light brown, almost blonde highlights || Semi-curly but usually straightens it. She styles it in many ways like buns and ponytails. Messy buns when she’s in a hurry or just leaves it down naturally.
⭐ Eyes: Deep brown eyes with warm tones of orange specs.
⭐ Body Type: Mesomorph || tall, toned, and curvy with a mix of sharp and soft features.
⭐ Clothing Style: Fashionably casual || blouses, jeans, dresses, heels, flats, fashionable belts, jackets of varying colors and styles (some leather, some padded for winter, and some just because it was cute)

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• Three
• Four
• Five
• Six
• Seven

⭐ Body Markings: Stella has no scars or anything like that present on her body, but she does have a peninsula-shaped birthmark on the right side of her ribcage.

Stella is an artistic soul and believes that tattoos are a reflection of one's soul. Because of this, she has plenty of tattoos that literally have her wearing her heart on her sleeve.

⭐ She has a moon and stars tattoo on her left shoulder, colored purple and blue for her favorite colors.
⭐ She has XII and XXIIII under it tattooed on her inner right forearm. 10-2 for the month and day her parents were killed. XXXIII for 2013, the year they were taken from her.
⭐ To symbolize her freedom and the cost of it, she has a tattoo of chained angel wings on the back of her right shoulder.

_Personality:

Loyal → kind-hearted → loyal → romantic → optimistic → hopeless romantic → sassy/snarky → gentle → nostalgic → naive → pushover → unconfident → disillusioned → codependent

For the longest time, Stella used to dream of romance and a life that she would have when she was able to spread her wings. Always the hopeless romantic, always the forever-optimist. Everyone who knew her personally or just in a “oh yeah, Stella! I know her” kinda way that made you hear of her, stories of a girl with the brightest eyes for a better life, for positivity that knew no limits, and a girl who always was crushing on the shiniest object that came across her path. She was always chasing the fairy tale ending that she envisioned for herself. A disney princess stuck in hell because there was almost no way for her to get out.

To her friends, she was loyal stella. A star in the night sky always there even if they didn’t know it. To her peers who didn’t know her on a personal level but still knew her, she was always willing to lend a helping hand. Most of that remains true to this day. She was someone that never let the cruelty of the world break her spirit and she still is that person. She’s still a dreamer. She’s still a hopeless romantic, but somewhere along the way, the hopeless part is more dominant. Life didn’t turn out exactly the way she planned. It led her away and after so many broken dreams, she started to think more as a realist than an optimist.

Her heart is still true, though. Part of the reason why she came back to Pines Holler a few years ago. Her love for her family and friends made her be someone that will never turn her back on you, not even if she had a million offers make themselves known to her. Not even if the hottest hunk available suddenly wanted to give his all to her, she wouldn’t do it if it meant turning her back on the people that mean the most to her.

Stella is probably one of the few people incapable of being mean. She can be sassy and snarky at times, but in her heart of hearts, she’s like a grown up Bubbles with a bit of Blossom thrown in. Too sweet and too kind for her own good. Sometimes that resulted in her being a pushover, a doormat for people to walk over. It’s why she needed friends to defend her. She would defend herself but some people are too clever for her to see it being anything but genuine. It’s why she needs a buttercup to complete her - that kind of spitfire who could be the shield and sword she would need at certain times of her life.

_History:
tw: drunk driving, death

I used to dream of the life I would live when I grew up. When I was little girl, my heart was set beyond Pines, beyond the bars of wood life, beyond the constraints of the shackles of mediocre coffee from Lou’s, the slow expansion outside of mom and pop restaurants. I wanted more for myself. More than the pawn shop my family owned. But I don’t think it was going ever to be in the cards for me. At a point, I resigned to that fact and tried to make the most of it.

I come from a small family. Just me, mami, papi, my little sister, Luna, and the business we owned. I grew up in Pines Holler, the small town in North Carolina that everyone forgot about. Or at least that’s what I thought. When you’re little, you think a lot of things aren’t true. You think that life is great no matter how much or little you might have. My parents taught me to dream big but always keep a layer of realism in your mind. They didn’t want me to lose big dreams because they knew who I was, but more importantly, they knew how I was. For most of my life, I would always keep my mind positive. This town was cruel sometimes and a lot of my friends over the years learned that life never went the way they planned. The same applied to me, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

The earlier years in my life was as perfect as it could get. Being in a small town, that meant everyone I knew from the moment I was in Miss Sue’s kindergarten class to the moment I graduated high school were always around. And being that I knew just about everyone, some people I thought of as friends became distant acquaintances and some of them, like Gotye said, they became someone I used to know.

It’s the sad affair we have with life, isn’t it? Those who we held close to our hearts and those who brought us the most joy could also be the source of a great sadness. That’s a lesson I learned the hard way.

Later in my upbringing, it was clear to those who still stuck by my side that I was a dreamer. Mami and Papi were right, of course. They never were wrong about being judges of people. They had eyes more observant than I could ever dream. Which is why it was one of the most heartbreaking things to ever happen to me when that drunk driver ran them off of the street. Just three blocks away from Miner Street and about as much distance away from Huskers. I was fourteen when it happened. I don’t know if they were on their way to home, where my grandparents were taking care of Luna and I was home, writing. Writing and dreaming.

They said it was instant. They said that Ivette and Tomas Vega didn’t suffer. They said, they said, they said.

It didn’t matter what the cops said. It didn’t matter what anyone said. Not Abuelo or Abuela. Not Luna who cried for days and all I could do was be strong for her. What mattered was I lost the two people who always saw the real me. Was that person killed with them? Was this the realism that they wanted me to keep in mind? Honestly, I didn’t know. Still to this day, I still don’t. I needed to be strong and I knew that. I tried to lean on friends, but whether it was me trying not to show that I was broken inside or simply other things happening at the same time that I was grieving, but some friends distaned themselves from me. A boy I was dating dumped me and, though I now understand it wasn’t the best reaction, but at that time, I was going through way too much and bottling way too much inside that I exploded on him.

And this wasn’t a private moment either. People saw me yell at him and they saw me rip into him. I cried and yelled and screamed and wailed, but then I was left alone and I cried as I walked home. All I could do was just curl up in a ball and cry myself to sleep.

This was all before I turned sixteen. The following years seemed to be a blur. I healed and made new friends or rekindled friendships with people I haven’t talked to in years. Then I…faded away. I needed to not be in Pines. I needed to find myself and that taking all I had saved up and moving away. I found myself somewhere in the upper east coast. In New Jersey. I waited tables, crashed on a cousin’s couch and soon found myself working for a tv show. It was a drama about grief and how to cope with it. To me it was therapeutic, but just as I was going to move onto a new show, get a co-producing role, I received a call…well a few calls, actually. One was from my Tio Silvester. The next was from Luna.

Turns out the same grandparents who took over the pawn shop and ran the shop for close to a decade were ill. Not anything like cancer but old age catching up to them. Abulo has had a constant battle with a bad back and his dear wife, someone I have always admired, had bad arthritis. That paired with a bad fall my abuelo took one summer, it was catching up to them. They were physically too weak to attend to the shop and Luna, for as much as she tried, couldn’t be around as much as she needed to be and I couldn’t put that on her.

So my dreams were put on hold. I went back home and for the last three years, that’s where I’ve been. I moved back into the family home on Miners Street, I took care of my grandparents, and whenever the load became too much, Tio Silvester was there to help, but I felt guilty for relying on him. He had so much on his plate already but I knew he would never let me say no and I couldn’t refuse it.

One day, I’m hoping to reach out to the sky and feel the touch of my dreams. That girl who wanted to love and be loved is still here, but she’s had a day.

_{Extra Facts // Headcannons:}
REQUIRED: How does your character feel about the expansion/growth of Pines Holler? It's not that Stella doesn't care. She does. She hates what it's doing to her hometown and what the possibility means for all of the small businesses. That being said, she has so much goin on in her life that most of her attention has been on that and less about the forced growth of Pines.
⭐ Stella is someone who compartmentalizes a lot to focus on what she can handle and not everything else, or else she knows it'll drown her completely. Better to have a head above water than completely drown.
Stella smokes. She doesn't smoke often or in large quantities but it helps take the edge off. Now what she smokes remains a mystery to those around her, but just between us, it's weed. She smokes about 3 joints a week and only when she's able to get away for a few hours.
⭐ She doesn't know how to take breaks. She's been conditioning herself to run on autopilot until whatever she's doing is done. If it wasn't for Tio Silvester, she would quite literally pass out from continuously taking care of everyone but herself.
⭐ She drives a 2017 Dodge Durango that has a good amount of wear and tear on it but it gets her from place to place. Like it has been with her since she left Pines and made it from NC to NJ to NYC back to Pines. So it runs well enough.
⭐ Harbors a deep resentment for Caleb Dalton for how their relationship. Maybe it's because their breakup coincided with her parents' death. Maybe it was how he treated her. All she knows is she has avoided from having to talk to him. If he came into the pawnshop, she'd let Luna handle him and sneak out the back door. she...might have something of a problem.
⭐ Despite all the responsibility, Stella owns a dog. Atlas, her 3 year old golden husky (Husky/Golden Retriever mix). He is literally her whole world and is one of the few things in her life keeping her from drowning.
⭐ Stella loves moody dreampop and indie music. What better way to feel things than listen to songs from people who are talking bout exactly what she's feeling and has been feeling for years.
Stella can cook but who has time for that? She'd rather just get an energy bar and a coffee from the gas station or swing by McDonalds. Their breakfast is still peak.
⭐ Two Bits Pawnshop is a pawnshop on Main Street that has been around since the 70s at earliest and has always, in some way, been under the ownership of the Vega family. It sits across the street from Belasco's Antiquities. In it, you will find many things: used cds, dvds, various electronics (mostly old and used), guitars and amps, and a lot more. More often than not, they are sold at discounted prices. Recently, however, prices have gone up due to the expansion of Pines Holler. The books are in the red. By at least 20k.

Pines Holler [Not Accepting]

@Sugar and Spite @SalemFlame @Moon Child And here she is~

The Broken Dreamer || Estrella Vega

_{Faceclaim: Eiza Gonzalez // Color Code: Lilac purple/#cc99cc
So now’s not the time
I’ll take my dreams and I’ll shove em deep down
Say it’s what I want, I hate when I lie
Wish I could let you know what’s on my mind
But now’s not the time…}
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_{Full Name:}

Estrella Roxanne Vega

_Nickname(s):

Stella - common nickname and one she will always respond to
Star - Affectionate and one used by her romantic partner..which is no longer favorable.
Cosmic Rae - Her father used to call her that. It no longer holds a positive meaning to her.

_Age:

27 - February 13th
Sun - Aquarius
Moon - Capricorn
Rising - Capricorn

_Gender:

Female.

_Sexuality:

Bisexual

_Occupation:

Current: Forced Owner of Two Bits Pawn
Previous: Screenwriter

_{Place of Residence:}

143 Miner Street

_{Family and Close Connections:}

Vega Family - The Vega family has humble beginnings in Pines Holler. They immigrated from Mexico sometime in the 1950s where the grandparents of Stella and Luna came with their parents. Arturo and Paola Vega established roots when they came to live in Pine Holler with their two kids. This generation of the Vega family spent almost all of their earnings buying a lot of land on what is now known as Miner Street and a small shop downtown that would be known as Two Bits Pawnshop. Over the years, that lot of land would become their house on 143 Miner Street and Two Bits would be passed down to their kids and their kids' kids.

Esteban Rio Vega || Forever 35 (would be 48) || Father || FC: Javiar Bardem
Solana Maria Vega (nee. Belasco) || Forever 33 (would be 46) || Mother || FC: Salma Hayek
Selena Marie "Luna" Vega || 23 || Younger Sister || Works at Two Bits Pawnshop || FC: Dafne Keen

Other Family
Alejandro Maximo Vega || 75 || Paternal Grandfather || Former co-owner of Two Bits Pawnshop || FC: Edward James Olmos
Soledad Guadalupe Vega || 70 || Paternal Grandmother || Former co-owner of Two Bits Pawnshop || FC: Lynda Carter
Silvester Rafael Belasco || 48 || Maternal Uncle || Owner of Belasco Antiquities || FC: Pedro Pascal
Anya Belasco || 22 || Younger Cousin

_Appearance:
⭐ Height & Weight: 5’8” || 128lbs/58kg
⭐ Hair: Dark brown with light brown, almost blonde highlights || Semi-curly but usually straightens it. She styles it in many ways like buns and ponytails. Messy buns when she’s in a hurry or just leaves it down naturally.
⭐ Eyes: Deep brown eyes with warm tones of orange specs.
⭐ Body Type: Mesomorph || tall, toned, and curvy with a mix of sharp and soft features.
⭐ Clothing Style: Fashionably casual || blouses, jeans, dresses, heels, flats, fashionable belts, jackets of varying colors and styles (some leather, some padded for winter, and some just because it was cute)

• One
• Two
• Three
• Four
• Five
• Six
• Seven

⭐ Body Markings: Stella has no scars or anything like that present on her body, but she does have a peninsula-shaped birthmark on the right side of her ribcage.

Stella is an artistic soul and believes that tattoos are a reflection of one's soul. Because of this, she has plenty of tattoos that literally have her wearing her heart on her sleeve.

⭐ She has a moon and stars tattoo on her left shoulder, colored purple and blue for her favorite colors.
⭐ She has XII and XXIIII under it tattooed on her inner right forearm. 10-2 for the month and day her parents were killed. XXXIII for 2013, the year they were taken from her.
⭐ To symbolize her freedom and the cost of it, she has a tattoo of chained angel wings on the back of her right shoulder.

_Personality:

Loyal → kind-hearted → loyal → romantic → optimistic → hopeless romantic → sassy/snarky → gentle → nostalgic → naive → pushover → unconfident → disillusioned → codependent

For the longest time, Stella used to dream of romance and a life that she would have when she was able to spread her wings. Always the hopeless romantic, always the forever-optimist. Everyone who knew her personally or just in a “oh yeah, Stella! I know her” kinda way that made you hear of her, stories of a girl with the brightest eyes for a better life, for positivity that knew no limits, and a girl who always was crushing on the shiniest object that came across her path. She was always chasing the fairy tale ending that she envisioned for herself. A disney princess stuck in hell because there was almost no way for her to get out.

To her friends, she was loyal stella. A star in the night sky always there even if they didn’t know it. To her peers who didn’t know her on a personal level but still knew her, she was always willing to lend a helping hand. Most of that remains true to this day. She was someone that never let the cruelty of the world break her spirit and she still is that person. She’s still a dreamer. She’s still a hopeless romantic, but somewhere along the way, the hopeless part is more dominant. Life didn’t turn out exactly the way she planned. It led her away and after so many broken dreams, she started to think more as a realist than an optimist.

Her heart is still true, though. Part of the reason why she came back to Pines Holler a few years ago. Her love for her family and friends made her be someone that will never turn her back on you, not even if she had a million offers make themselves known to her. Not even if the hottest hunk available suddenly wanted to give his all to her, she wouldn’t do it if it meant turning her back on the people that mean the most to her.

Stella is probably one of the few people incapable of being mean. She can be sassy and snarky at times, but in her heart of hearts, she’s like a grown up Bubbles with a bit of Blossom thrown in. Too sweet and too kind for her own good. Sometimes that resulted in her being a pushover, a doormat for people to walk over. It’s why she needed friends to defend her. She would defend herself but some people are too clever for her to see it being anything but genuine. It’s why she needs a buttercup to complete her - that kind of spitfire who could be the shield and sword she would need at certain times of her life.

_History:
tw: drunk driving, death

I used to dream of the life I would live when I grew up. When I was little girl, my heart was set beyond Pines, beyond the bars of wood life, beyond the constraints of the shackles of mediocre coffee from Lou’s, the slow expansion outside of mom and pop restaurants. I wanted more for myself. More than the pawn shop my family owned. But I don’t think it was going ever to be in the cards for me. At a point, I resigned to that fact and tried to make the most of it.

I come from a small family. Just me, mami, papi, my little sister, Luna, and the business we owned. I grew up in Pines Holler, the small town in North Carolina that everyone forgot about. Or at least that’s what I thought. When you’re little, you think a lot of things aren’t true. You think that life is great no matter how much or little you might have. My parents taught me to dream big but always keep a layer of realism in your mind. They didn’t want me to lose big dreams because they knew who I was, but more importantly, they knew how I was. For most of my life, I would always keep my mind positive. This town was cruel sometimes and a lot of my friends over the years learned that life never went the way they planned. The same applied to me, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

The earlier years in my life was as perfect as it could get. Being in a small town, that meant everyone I knew from the moment I was in Miss Sue’s kindergarten class to the moment I graduated high school were always around. And being that I knew just about everyone, some people I thought of as friends became distant acquaintances and some of them, like Gotye said, they became someone I used to know.

It’s the sad affair we have with life, isn’t it? Those who we held close to our hearts and those who brought us the most joy could also be the source of a great sadness. That’s a lesson I learned the hard way.

Later in my upbringing, it was clear to those who still stuck by my side that I was a dreamer. Mami and Papi were right, of course. They never were wrong about being judges of people. They had eyes more observant than I could ever dream. Which is why it was one of the most heartbreaking things to ever happen to me when that drunk driver ran them off of the street. Just three blocks away from Miner Street and about as much distance away from Huskers. I was fourteen when it happened. I don’t know if they were on their way to home, where my grandparents were taking care of Luna and I was home, writing. Writing and dreaming.

They said it was instant. They said that Ivette and Tomas Vega didn’t suffer. They said, they said, they said.

It didn’t matter what the cops said. It didn’t matter what anyone said. Not Abuelo or Abuela. Not Luna who cried for days and all I could do was be strong for her. What mattered was I lost the two people who always saw the real me. Was that person killed with them? Was this the realism that they wanted me to keep in mind? Honestly, I didn’t know. Still to this day, I still don’t. I needed to be strong and I knew that. I tried to lean on friends, but whether it was me trying not to show that I was broken inside or simply other things happening at the same time that I was grieving, but some friends distaned themselves from me. A boy I was dating dumped me and, though I now understand it wasn’t the best reaction, but at that time, I was going through way too much and bottling way too much inside that I exploded on him.

And this wasn’t a private moment either. People saw me yell at him and they saw me rip into him. I cried and yelled and screamed and wailed, but then I was left alone and I cried as I walked home. All I could do was just curl up in a ball and cry myself to sleep.

This was all before I turned sixteen. The following years seemed to be a blur. I healed and made new friends or rekindled friendships with people I haven’t talked to in years. Then I…faded away. I needed to not be in Pines. I needed to find myself and that taking all I had saved up and moving away. I found myself somewhere in the upper east coast. In New Jersey. I waited tables, crashed on a cousin’s couch and soon found myself working for a tv show. It was a drama about grief and how to cope with it. To me it was therapeutic, but just as I was going to move onto a new show, get a co-producing role, I received a call…well a few calls, actually. One was from my Tio Silvester. The next was from Luna.

Turns out the same grandparents who took over the pawn shop and ran the shop for close to a decade were ill. Not anything like cancer but old age catching up to them. Abulo has had a constant battle with a bad back and his dear wife, someone I have always admired, had bad arthritis. That paired with a bad fall my abuelo took one summer, it was catching up to them. They were physically too weak to attend to the shop and Luna, for as much as she tried, couldn’t be around as much as she needed to be and I couldn’t put that on her.

So my dreams were put on hold. I went back home and for the last three years, that’s where I’ve been. I moved back into the family home on Miners Street, I took care of my grandparents, and whenever the load became too much, Tio Silvester was there to help, but I felt guilty for relying on him. He had so much on his plate already but I knew he would never let me say no and I couldn’t refuse it.

One day, I’m hoping to reach out to the sky and feel the touch of my dreams. That girl who wanted to love and be loved is still here, but she’s had a day.

_{Extra Facts // Headcannons:}
REQUIRED: How does your character feel about the expansion/growth of Pines Holler? It's not that Stella doesn't care. She does. She hates what it's doing to her hometown and what the possibility means for all of the small businesses. That being said, she has so much goin on in her life that most of her attention has been on that and less about the forced growth of Pines.
⭐ Stella is someone who compartmentalizes a lot to focus on what she can handle and not everything else, or else she knows it'll drown her completely. Better to have a head above water than completely drown.
Stella smokes. She doesn't smoke often or in large quantities but it helps take the edge off. Now what she smokes remains a mystery to those around her, but just between us, it's weed. She smokes about 3 joints a week and only when she's able to get away for a few hours.
⭐ She doesn't know how to take breaks. She's been conditioning herself to run on autopilot until whatever she's doing is done. If it wasn't for Tio Silvester, she would quite literally pass out from continuously taking care of everyone but herself.
⭐ She drives a 2017 Dodge Durango that has a good amount of wear and tear on it but it gets her from place to place. Like it has been with her since she left Pines and made it from NC to NJ to NYC back to Pines. So it runs well enough.
⭐ Harbors a deep resentment for Caleb Dalton for how their relationship. Maybe it's because their breakup coincided with her parents' death. Maybe it was how he treated her. All she knows is she has avoided from having to talk to him. If he came into the pawnshop, she'd let Luna handle him and sneak out the back door. she...might have something of a problem.
⭐ Despite all the responsibility, Stella owns a dog. Atlas, her 3 year old golden husky (Husky/Golden Retriever mix). He is literally her whole world and is one of the few things in her life keeping her from drowning.
⭐ Stella loves moody dreampop and indie music. What better way to feel things than listen to songs from people who are talking bout exactly what she's feeling and has been feeling for years.
Stella can cook but who has time for that? She'd rather just get an energy bar and a coffee from the gas station or swing by McDonalds. Their breakfast is still peak.
⭐ Two Bits Pawnshop is a pawnshop on Main Street that has been around since the 70s at earliest and has always, in some way, been under the ownership of the Vega family. It sits across the street from Belasco's Antiquities. In it, you will find many things: used cds, dvds, various electronics (mostly old and used), guitars and amps, and a lot more. More often than not, they are sold at discounted prices. Recently, however, prices have gone up due to the expansion of Pines Holler. The books are in the red. By at least 20k.

Pines Holler [Not Accepting]

The Rookie || Aiden Quinn

_{Faceclaim: Ethan Cutkosky // Color Code: #ff4500}
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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 || Barista at Coffee Pot Coffee House || 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.

Pines Holler [Not Accepting]

<Snipped quote by Altered Tundra>

Just one small edit pretty please - Cliff is already at his max with employees over at Jennings 🤣 Would you mind changing his brothers occupation for me? I know it's a super minor thing, I apologize.

@Sugar and Spite

No issue! Made the change!

Pines Holler [Not Accepting]

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

The Rookie || Aiden Quinn

_{Faceclaim: Ethan Cutkosky // Color Code: #ff4500}
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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 || Barista at Coffee Pot Coffee House || 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.

Pines Holler [Not Accepting]

The Ex-Con || Clive Evermore

_{Faceclaim: Max Thieriot // Color Code: #2A7E19}
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_{Full Name:}

Clive Waylon Evermore
↳ Waylon comes from his uncle and the Pastor, Waylon Shaw

_Nickname(s):

Clive - most commonly used and the one he’ll always answer to.
Beavis - commonly associated with Butthead (Cliff)

_Age:

37/September 24th
Virgo-Libra Cusp sun
Pisces moon
Capricorn Rising

_Gender:

Male

_Sexuality:

Mostly straight. Might’ve had curiosities in high school. Maybe he acted on em. Who is to say?

_Occupation:

Part-time/volunteer firefighter

_{Place of Residence:}

#6 Shade Pines Drive

_{Family and Close Connections:}

The Evermore Family - a family with deep ties to the community of Pine Holler. Their ties run deep with a rich history of contribution to the landscaping development of PH, as the Evermore family owns Evermore Construction, one of the oldest landscaping and construction companies in Pine Holler.
Gerald Wayne Evermore || 68 || Semi-Retired Contractor, Former Mayor (1990-1998) || Father|| FC: Jeff Bridges
Adelaide Sue Evermore (nee Shaw) || 62 || Hair Stylist at Magnolia Salon || Mother || FC: Glenn Close
Gerald Wayne Evermore Jr (Goes by Wayne) || 33 || Younger Brother || Lead FC: Ryan Phillipe
Caroline Geraldine Evermore (Goes by Carrie) || 27 || Younger Sister || FC: Teresa Palmer

Extended Family

Auntie Ettie Willoughby - Even if she wasn’t hit aunt by blood, she would still be Clive’s aunt. That’s just the type of person that Ettie Willoughby is. She makes everyone feel like they’re family. Her heart is pure as the fire in her eyes if you piss her off. ”Thank God I am always on her good side or not even the reaper himself would be able to stop her from setting things right.”
Pastor Waylon Shaw
Callie Shaw - Callie may be his cousin, but Clive has always saw her as a surrogate daughter/niece. Someone who he tried to always look after no matter what, regardless if she was a grown woman or not. ”She probably hates it when I call her Kate but tough butts. I’m family so get used to it Kid.”
Rowan Shaw - Clive sees a lot of Rowan in himself: the black sheep of a family with prestige and expectation of a certain way of presenting themselves. Clive always wanted to make Rowan (and this was the same with Callie too) know that he could always talk to him if he ever needed to. Cousins or not, if the Pastor couldn’t or wouldn’t understand him, Clive sure as hell would make sure that Rowan knew that his Uncle-Cousin Clive would.

Close Friends

Matthew Cliff Jennings - The time might’ve been short, but Clive and Cliff hit it off almost right off the bat. What started out as Clive needing work done on his bike and then others from the Black Dogs going to him for business soon blossomed into a friendship that came together faster than Yoko Ono causing the split of the Beetles. They go together like PB and J, like Mario and Luigi. Like the Highwaymen. “I got nothing if I don’t got you babe~”

_Appearance:

🌳 Height & Weight: 5’11” || 200lbs/90kg
🌳 Hair: Dirty blonde || shoulder-length || unless he needs to, he keeps it down in all its glory

Facial Hair: Clive has a full beard that he grooms regularly to keep looking stylish but some days, he might forget and it might get a bit unruly.

Eyes: blue? brown? grey? etc?
🌳 Body Type: Mesomorph with a bit of a dad bod (muscular but has a gut)
🌳 Clothing Style: Everyday Outdoorsy Man - a style consisting of everything you’d expect a blue collar man to wear: jeans, simple, single colored shirts, working boots, hats and sunglasses. For when he goes hiking and hunting, Clive wears more camo-patterned clothes and jackets. He also has a few flannel coats for the winter. Shorts when it’s summer and he feels like taking a dip in the river

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Body Markings:Clive’s body is full of scars and lasting bruises from many years of getting into fights and scraps as a kid, as well as some major fights as an adult. Including a scar across his left pectoral that was from a nasty cut from a knife.

Tattoos: earthquake fissure tattoo that was acquired to cover up the scar on his left chest.
naunical star on his back.
A winged angel with the scales of justice on his left shoulder/bicep.
is aunder the winged angel tattoo.

_Personality:

The Clive of old, pre-prison Clive was something of a handful. Not too trigger-happy with his fists but he had a temper. Or at least, he was quick to anger. Never jealous but never not jealous either. He was something of a territorial jerkass. Kent and prison calmed him down, centered him into the mostly peaceful man he was now. He had a lot to lose now. Now, he couldn’t afford to lose his temper. He has to remember that and finding things to channel whatever bouts of anger may come up has kept him in line these last few months.

On a personal level, Clive is quite charming and has effectively gotten everyone who has met him to like him. He has a very low-maintinence approach when talking to people. He seems approachable and 80% of the time he is. He might look like a lumberjack and if you get an axe in his hand, sure he might actually live up to that stereotype, but he’s actually not that scary. He just likes to work out and keep a full beard.

Romantically, well it depends on who you ask. One jilted lover 20 years ago whom he slept with just to get back at his brother and family might say he’s a jerk. He might even have a reputation around town from his youth, but the honest to god’s truth is that he’s a sensitive soul who went down a dark path when he was younger. He loves deeply and fully, yet when you really get down to it, it’s hard for him to open up. Many failed relationships have just left him feeling a tad uninterested in relationships. But there is a small glimmer of hope that someone might change his mind. He’d love to give his parents grandchildren that aren’t from the poisonous tree of his little brother.

_History:

Clive Evermore’s story is one of an heir apparent to an old, honorable dynasty of Pine Holler, one of disappointment, and then one of a journey back to glory.

It starts with the Evermore Family themselves. Their history dates back to the old west and maybe even all the way back to the time of the Thirteen Colonies. Their origins get murky around the 1840s but what is known is that they came to what would become Pine Holler sometime in the 1860s, established themselves and have been a mainstay in the history of the town as early as the 1870s. Originally, Jeb Evermore, short for Jebediah, started a risky business but it would span into what is now known as Evermore Construction and Landscaping - or simply Evermore Construction. It has been responsible for the development, upkeep, and eventual expansion as more came into Pine Holler, of the town. This means roads, buildings, and everything in-between have fallen under the responsibility of the Evermore family and all those who work for the family business.

Over the years, members of the Evermore family have held jobs in other avenues of business. Even had a member as mayor back in the 1970s. Actually, that would be Clive’s father, who retired from the role twenty years ago only to take over the role as CEO of Evermore Construction. This is where we start to see Clive’s story.

Clive’s life has always been a mixed bag. Full of expectation, love of family, and a certain duty was placed on his shoulders since an early age. The legacy of his family and him being the oldest of three siblings made it apparent that when he was at a certain age, he would be groomed to take up the family business. He even worked minor tasks when he was just thirteen at construction sites or just learned how to repair a light or patch in holes in the roads. Really, anything that felt useful, his father, Gerry, felt like he needed to know.

So whether out of rebellion or having different ideas for his life, Clive started to change the way he acted. He started to stay out longer, get involved with people that maybe he shouldn’t, and eventually, he hooked up with his brother’s girlfriend. Why? Because it was something that the oldest wouldn’t do. And because he knew she had the hots for him. He hurt her but his goal was to hurt his family more. He didn’t want to work for the family and he didn’t want to be this heir apparent. He didn’t care about the family business. Let Wayne take it.

Tensions between him and his family only grew then. Clive moved out of the family home on Miner Street and bunked with Cliff for a while until he got his own place in the park and around age 20, he joined the Black Dogs. Kent McIntyre, who was President at that time, took him in. Clive had the fire and energy to be a valuable member. He served as a prospect until age 22 when he became a full patch member. This was his calling. Not inheriting the family business, not being the golden son, but rather a black dog, someone who can protect and have honor but it comes with far less baggage.

Still, he rarely spoke to his family -- well, at least his father and younger brother. They would see each other occasionally. It’s a small town. Hard to avoid everyone for long. Tensions were still high, though, so Clive doubted that he would be invited over for sunday dinner every week. Instead, he would go over for holidays. His brother still hated him for a lot of reasons but Gerry was, at the very least, civil whenever he came over. His mother and Rose, however, were still quite fond of him. Rose in particular, his baby sister - the crowning jewel of Evermore. She was about ten years younger than he was, so when he left, she was still just a little girl who didn’t quite understand everything that was happening. As she grew up and came to understand the burden of being an Evermore, she understood why Clive left.

During his time with the Black Dogs, Clive rose up the ranks and became VP to Kent. Known far and wide as Black Sheep, he helped drive the community efforts of the Black Dogs. They were secondary law enforcement minus the official guns and badges, always offering a helping hand to those who wanted it. Most of the time, that involved escorting victims of abuse to the court for hearings, standing guard outside of their window if they were scared, or just having an open door policy for repairs on cars in case Jennings Automotive is full. Of course, it didn’t hurt that the VP of the Black Dogs was childhood friends with Cliff Jennings, so acting as a secondary autoshop didn’t hurt. And also, they would send half of the proceeds to jennings. It was only fair.

Truly, Clive had found a home at the Black Dogs and was truly happy. So that’s what made it especially shitty when Kent had a moment of temper weakness when he got into a nasty bar fight that landed several men in the hospital and one in critical condition. They all lived and nobody died, but the damage had been done and authorities needed someone. They were sympathetic to the Black Dogs and appreciated everything they did for the community but they needed to save face.

So during a club meeting, it was decided 5-4. Clive would step up and take whatever punishment he needed. A full twelve years was thrown at him. At 33, Clive went in expecting to be out when he was 45, but good behavior, some Black Dogs pull with the DOC, and a little bit of luck got Clive out in just five years. But a lot changed in those five years. Kent died and left everything he had to some blonde widow, CEOs of big land developments are targetting Pine Holler, and Clive had to adjust to new life. He thankfully found work as a volunteer firefighter until he felt like he was ready to resume responsibilities as VP..or would he be President now? That remained to be seen.

And then there was the matter with his family and how their business is threatened with everything that’s happening.

Clive was just thankful for the simple gateway drug he found. Lou’s Diner, their ass-terrible cup of joe but it tasted like home, and a blonde waitress that made his mornings start out right. It was the simple luxuries that kept him sane, yet he couldn’t help but feel a tense feeling up his spine. Nothing good can come with change.

_{Extra Facts // Headcannons:}
How does your character feel about the expansion/growth of Pines Holler?
Clive has been out of the loop for a while, but in the few months he’s been out of prison, all that he’s heard about it makes him feel uneasy. And then there’s the matter that his family’s business, a business that has sustained itself for a little over a century, is being threatened by the forced expansion of Pine Holler.

🌳 Clive’s main hobbies include hiking, hunting, and anything about the outdoors. Even just building something from scratch. He just loves being outdoors and taking in nature.
🌳 Country is in his soul. Johnny Cash. Willy Nelson. Waylon Jennings. Even the likes of Dolly. Old school country is the only way to go. None of that arena country or false country.
🌳 Rides a green Harley-Davidson Dyna Superglide. He also has an old pickup he uses when he’s going into the mountains. He has a manmade shelter up there.
🌳 Loves to cook and can do it well. Especially post-prison, Clive has learned to make anything edible even if ingredients are scarce and lately, they have been. If he’s lucky, he’ll be able to make pulled pork or beef or chicken sandwiches.
🌳 Clive holds an honorary membership with the Black Dogs and still has his ink to prove it, but he hasn’t rejoined in an official capacity. Though, he regularly hangs around the clubhouse and sees a lot of promise in Boone.
🌳 He’s a mainstay at Lou’s Diner and Waffle House. Lou’s diner has the best breakfast in town and the company he keeps isn’t bad either.
🌳 Clive is somewhat religious. He has his battles with the church and god, but he still considers himself a believer and will attend service every Sunday morning.

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The Ex-Con || Clive Evermore

_{Faceclaim: Max Thieriot // Color Code: #2A7E19}
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_{Full Name:}

Clive Waylon Evermore
↳ Waylon comes from his uncle and the Pastor, Waylon Shaw

_Nickname(s):

Clive - most commonly used and the one he’ll always answer to.
Beavis - commonly associated with Butthead (Cliff)

_Age:

37/September 24th
Virgo-Libra Cusp sun
Pisces moon
Capricorn Rising

_Gender:

Male

_Sexuality:

Mostly straight. Might’ve had curiosities in high school. Maybe he acted on em. Who is to say?

_Occupation:

Part-time/volunteer firefighter

_{Place of Residence:}

#6 Shade Pines Drive

_{Family and Close Connections:}

The Evermore Family - a family with deep ties to the community of Pine Holler. Their ties run deep with a rich history of contribution to the landscaping development of PH, as the Evermore family owns Evermore Construction, one of the oldest landscaping and construction companies in Pine Holler.
Gerald Wayne Evermore || 68 || Semi-Retired Contractor, Former Mayor (1990-1998) || Father|| FC: Jeff Bridges
Adelaide Sue Evermore (nee Shaw) || 62 || Hair Stylist at Magnolia Salon || Mother || FC: Glenn Close
Gerald Wayne Evermore Jr (Goes by Wayne) || 33 || Younger Brother || Lead FC: Ryan Phillipe
Caroline Geraldine Evermore (Goes by Carrie) || 27 || Younger Sister || FC: Teresa Palmer

Extended Family

Auntie Ettie Willoughby - Even if she wasn’t hit aunt by blood, she would still be Clive’s aunt. That’s just the type of person that Ettie Willoughby is. She makes everyone feel like they’re family. Her heart is pure as the fire in her eyes if you piss her off. ”Thank God I am always on her good side or not even the reaper himself would be able to stop her from setting things right.”
Pastor Waylon Shaw
Callie Shaw - Callie may be his cousin, but Clive has always saw her as a surrogate daughter/niece. Someone who he tried to always look after no matter what, regardless if she was a grown woman or not. ”She probably hates it when I call her Kate but tough butts. I’m family so get used to it Kid.”
Rowan Shaw - Clive sees a lot of Rowan in himself: the black sheep of a family with prestige and expectation of a certain way of presenting themselves. Clive always wanted to make Rowan (and this was the same with Callie too) know that he could always talk to him if he ever needed to. Cousins or not, if the Pastor couldn’t or wouldn’t understand him, Clive sure as hell would make sure that Rowan knew that his Uncle-Cousin Clive would.

Close Friends

Matthew Cliff Jennings - The time might’ve been short, but Clive and Cliff hit it off almost right off the bat. What started out as Clive needing work done on his bike and then others from the Black Dogs going to him for business soon blossomed into a friendship that came together faster than Yoko Ono causing the split of the Beetles. They go together like PB and J, like Mario and Luigi. Like the Highwaymen. “I got nothing if I don’t got you babe~”

_Appearance:

🌳 Height & Weight: 5’11” || 200lbs/90kg
🌳 Hair: Dirty blonde || shoulder-length || unless he needs to, he keeps it down in all its glory

Facial Hair: Clive has a full beard that he grooms regularly to keep looking stylish but some days, he might forget and it might get a bit unruly.

Eyes: blue? brown? grey? etc?
🌳 Body Type: Mesomorph with a bit of a dad bod (muscular but has a gut)
🌳 Clothing Style: Everyday Outdoorsy Man - a style consisting of everything you’d expect a blue collar man to wear: jeans, simple, single colored shirts, working boots, hats and sunglasses. For when he goes hiking and hunting, Clive wears more camo-patterned clothes and jackets. He also has a few flannel coats for the winter. Shorts when it’s summer and he feels like taking a dip in the river

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Body Markings:Clive’s body is full of scars and lasting bruises from many years of getting into fights and scraps as a kid, as well as some major fights as an adult. Including a scar across his left pectoral that was from a nasty cut from a knife.

Tattoos: earthquake fissure tattoo that was acquired to cover up the scar on his left chest.
naunical star on his back.
A winged angel with the scales of justice on his left shoulder/bicep.
is aunder the winged angel tattoo.

_Personality:

The Clive of old, pre-prison Clive was something of a handful. Not too trigger-happy with his fists but he had a temper. Or at least, he was quick to anger. Never jealous but never not jealous either. He was something of a territorial jerkass. Kent and prison calmed him down, centered him into the mostly peaceful man he was now. He had a lot to lose now. Now, he couldn’t afford to lose his temper. He has to remember that and finding things to channel whatever bouts of anger may come up has kept him in line these last few months.

On a personal level, Clive is quite charming and has effectively gotten everyone who has met him to like him. He has a very low-maintinence approach when talking to people. He seems approachable and 80% of the time he is. He might look like a lumberjack and if you get an axe in his hand, sure he might actually live up to that stereotype, but he’s actually not that scary. He just likes to work out and keep a full beard.

Romantically, well it depends on who you ask. One jilted lover 20 years ago whom he slept with just to get back at his brother and family might say he’s a jerk. He might even have a reputation around town from his youth, but the honest to god’s truth is that he’s a sensitive soul who went down a dark path when he was younger. He loves deeply and fully, yet when you really get down to it, it’s hard for him to open up. Many failed relationships have just left him feeling a tad uninterested in relationships. But there is a small glimmer of hope that someone might change his mind. He’d love to give his parents grandchildren that aren’t from the poisonous tree of his little brother.

_History:

Clive Evermore’s story is one of an heir apparent to an old, honorable dynasty of Pine Holler, one of disappointment, and then one of a journey back to glory.

It starts with the Evermore Family themselves. Their history dates back to the old west and maybe even all the way back to the time of the Thirteen Colonies. Their origins get murky around the 1840s but what is known is that they came to what would become Pine Holler sometime in the 1860s, established themselves and have been a mainstay in the history of the town as early as the 1870s. Originally, Jeb Evermore, short for Jebediah, started a risky business but it would span into what is now known as Evermore Construction and Landscaping - or simply Evermore Construction. It has been responsible for the development, upkeep, and eventual expansion as more came into Pine Holler, of the town. This means roads, buildings, and everything in-between have fallen under the responsibility of the Evermore family and all those who work for the family business.

Over the years, members of the Evermore family have held jobs in other avenues of business. Even had a member as mayor back in the 1970s. Actually, that would be Clive’s father, who retired from the role twenty years ago only to take over the role as CEO of Evermore Construction. This is where we start to see Clive’s story.

Clive’s life has always been a mixed bag. Full of expectation, love of family, and a certain duty was placed on his shoulders since an early age. The legacy of his family and him being the oldest of three siblings made it apparent that when he was at a certain age, he would be groomed to take up the family business. He even worked minor tasks when he was just thirteen at construction sites or just learned how to repair a light or patch in holes in the roads. Really, anything that felt useful, his father, Gerry, felt like he needed to know.

So whether out of rebellion or having different ideas for his life, Clive started to change the way he acted. He started to stay out longer, get involved with people that maybe he shouldn’t, and eventually, he hooked up with his brother’s girlfriend. Why? Because it was something that the oldest wouldn’t do. And because he knew she had the hots for him. He hurt her but his goal was to hurt his family more. He didn’t want to work for the family and he didn’t want to be this heir apparent. He didn’t care about the family business. Let Wayne take it.

Tensions between him and his family only grew then. Clive moved out of the family home on Miner Street and bunked with Cliff for a while until he got his own place in the park and around age 20, he joined the Black Dogs. Kent McIntyre, who was President at that time, took him in. Clive had the fire and energy to be a valuable member. He served as a prospect until age 22 when he became a full patch member. This was his calling. Not inheriting the family business, not being the golden son, but rather a black dog, someone who can protect and have honor but it comes with far less baggage.

Still, he rarely spoke to his family -- well, at least his father and younger brother. They would see each other occasionally. It’s a small town. Hard to avoid everyone for long. Tensions were still high, though, so Clive doubted that he would be invited over for sunday dinner every week. Instead, he would go over for holidays. His brother still hated him for a lot of reasons but Gerry was, at the very least, civil whenever he came over. His mother and Rose, however, were still quite fond of him. Rose in particular, his baby sister - the crowning jewel of Evermore. She was about ten years younger than he was, so when he left, she was still just a little girl who didn’t quite understand everything that was happening. As she grew up and came to understand the burden of being an Evermore, she understood why Clive left.

During his time with the Black Dogs, Clive rose up the ranks and became VP to Kent. Known far and wide as Black Sheep, he helped drive the community efforts of the Black Dogs. They were secondary law enforcement minus the official guns and badges, always offering a helping hand to those who wanted it. Most of the time, that involved escorting victims of abuse to the court for hearings, standing guard outside of their window if they were scared, or just having an open door policy for repairs on cars in case Jennings Automotive is full. Of course, it didn’t hurt that the VP of the Black Dogs was childhood friends with Cliff Jennings, so acting as a secondary autoshop didn’t hurt. And also, they would send half of the proceeds to jennings. It was only fair.

Truly, Clive had found a home at the Black Dogs and was truly happy. So that’s what made it especially shitty when Kent had a moment of temper weakness when he got into a nasty bar fight that landed several men in the hospital and one in critical condition. They all lived and nobody died, but the damage had been done and authorities needed someone. They were sympathetic to the Black Dogs and appreciated everything they did for the community but they needed to save face.

So during a club meeting, it was decided 5-4. Clive would step up and take whatever punishment he needed. A full twelve years was thrown at him. At 33, Clive went in expecting to be out when he was 45, but good behavior, some Black Dogs pull with the DOC, and a little bit of luck got Clive out in just five years. But a lot changed in those five years. Kent died and left everything he had to some blonde widow, CEOs of big land developments are targetting Pine Holler, and Clive had to adjust to new life. He thankfully found work as a volunteer firefighter until he felt like he was ready to resume responsibilities as VP..or would he be President now? That remained to be seen.

And then there was the matter with his family and how their business is threatened with everything that’s happening.

Clive was just thankful for the simple gateway drug he found. Lou’s Diner, their ass-terrible cup of joe but it tasted like home, and a blonde waitress that made his mornings start out right. It was the simple luxuries that kept him sane, yet he couldn’t help but feel a tense feeling up his spine. Nothing good can come with change.

_{Extra Facts // Headcannons:}
How does your character feel about the expansion/growth of Pines Holler?
Clive has been out of the loop for a while, but in the few months he’s been out of prison, all that he’s heard about it makes him feel uneasy. And then there’s the matter that his family’s business, a business that has sustained itself for a little over a century, is being threatened by the forced expansion of Pine Holler.

🌳 Clive’s main hobbies include hiking, hunting, and anything about the outdoors. Even just building something from scratch. He just loves being outdoors and taking in nature.
🌳 Country is in his soul. Johnny Cash. Willy Nelson. Waylon Jennings. Even the likes of Dolly. Old school country is the only way to go. None of that arena country or false country.
🌳 Rides a green Harley-Davidson Dyna Superglide. He also has an old pickup he uses when he’s going into the mountains. He has a manmade shelter up there.
🌳 Loves to cook and can do it well. Especially post-prison, Clive has learned to make anything edible even if ingredients are scarce and lately, they have been. If he’s lucky, he’ll be able to make pulled pork or beef or chicken sandwiches.
🌳 Clive holds an honorary membership with the Black Dogs and still has his ink to prove it, but he hasn’t rejoined in an official capacity. Though, he regularly hangs around the clubhouse and sees a lot of promise in Boone.
🌳 He’s a mainstay at Lou’s Diner and Waffle House. Lou’s diner has the best breakfast in town and the company he keeps isn’t bad either.
🌳 Clive is somewhat religious. He has his battles with the church and god, but he still considers himself a believer and will attend service every Sunday morning.

Pines Holler [Not Accepting]

@Sugar and Spite @SalemFlame @Moon Child Added another reservation to my initial post!

Pines Holler [Not Accepting]

Current characters reservation:

Clive Evermore || 38 || Ex-Con, Member of Fallen Angels/Black Dogs (pending for the time being), volunteer firefighter || Shady Hills Trailer Park || #2A7E19 || FC: Max Thieriot
Aiden Quinn || 24 || Newly-appointed Police Officer || Miner Street ||Color: #c41e3a FC: Ethan Cutkosky