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Pines Holler - A Small Town SoL Sandbox RP [NOT Accepting]

Still accepting? I've been craving a little slice of life

@EtherealThorn

I'm actually going to go ahead and cap it here, so you caught us just in time! Feel free to head over to our official thread and submit your CS why you have time <3

Pines Holler [Not Accepting]

This looks intriguing. Any chances to app as local sheriff? I was also thinking of bringing back a US vet hermit who lives in a cottage out in the woods type in conflict with a Real Estate Developer who I also plan to perhaps app for (Saw that there's a need for it on the OP). I'm down to work with any guidelines you may have for all these ideas.

@InfamousGuy101

I don't think Pines is big enough to have a Sheriff :( They would rely on the city for that. We do need more first responders and bad guys though!

Hi!

Welcome to the Guild ~ ☆

Pines Holler [Not Accepting]

If there's room, let me catch up on the IC (a day or two) and I'll try to get up a CS.

@Ruby

Hell yeah

🏕️ Camp Saranac Lake

Tentative interest. I have a few ideas for a female character in mind.

Edit: If Fab is going the music route, then I'll probably bring in Shiloh with some modifications.

Pines Holler [Not Accepting]

@Stryder BC

LOL not Cedar Shavings

You're fine, things happen!

Move the sheet over when you have time <3 Just edit it into the post you've already made in the Character Tab please.

Pines Holler [Not Accepting]

I humbly submit my character sheet for consideration!

Lyra Analise Moore

Lyra Analise Moore

_{Faceclaim: Helen Hunt // Color Code: 92278f}
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_{Full Name:}

Lyra Analise Moore

_Nickname(s):

Ly

_Age:

37

_Gender:

Female

_Sexuality:

Straight/heterosexual.

_Occupation:

Server at Lou’s Diner.

_{Place of Residence:}

#13 Shady Pines Drive

_{Family and Close Connections:}

Helen Moore – Mother – Deceased
Robert Moore – Father – Deceased
Matthew Hawthorne – Ex-boyfriend – In prison
Waylon Shaw – Boss – Probably the closest thing Lyra has to a friend at this point in her life.

_Appearance:

• Height: Five feet, 7 inches.
• Hair: Dirty blonde hair, with a slight natural wave to it. Usually, her hair is straightened when it’s down unless she can’t be bothered or is in a rush. When she’s working she throws it up in a messy bun.
• Eyes: Blue-gray. Her eyes look more gray indoors, and a bit more blue in daylight.
• Body Type: A slim figure, but her body is slowly starting to show signs of aging in the form of wrinkles and sagging shoulders.
• Clothing Style: Varies depending on the time of year, but she tends to dress very casually. Tank tops and t-shirts in the summer with jean shorts. Loose fitting flannels and pullover hoodies, usually with Levi style jeans or cargo pants in the winter.
• Body Markings: Basic lobe piercings on each ear, a nose piercing she got when she turned 18 with a simple jeweled stud, and a tattoo of a phoenix on her back that she got when her ex-boyfriend was sentenced to life in prison.

_Personality:

If haggard, worn down, and being mired deep in trauma and regret had a face Lyra’s would be it. She is the kind of person you can look at when she’s not paying attention and you can see that she’s got a history. But when she knows you’re looking? She’ll put on a pleasant smile and ask how your day has been.

The older folks in town can sometimes be heard muttering about how much potential Lyra had before ‘the incident’. What a sweet girl she had been. What a beautiful family the Moore’s had been. They never dare say it where Lyra can hear it. The poor girl’s been through enough.

Despite all her pain Lyra harbors a deep love of Pines Holler. It’s a place where everyone seems to have a story, and those stories bake themselves into the very foundations of the town over time. Lyra struggles to connect on a deep and meaningful level with others. When any relationship, friendship or otherwise, starts to edge past a casual acquaintance she tries to disengage. Back-track. Get away. Not for a lack of desire, but rather because she is constantly teetering on the edge between compassion, protecting others, and self-defense.

_History:

Lyra grew up in Pines Holler. Born and raised.

Her father was often gone days at a time. A side effect of his work as a trucker, but it brought in good money, he was always home on the weekends, and they lived well. Her mother was afforded the luxury of being a stay-at-home wife, and doted on Lyra. She was also a devoted Christian, and so Sundays often found Lyra attending sermons with her mother and father.

Lyra had graduated high school with some of the best grades in her class. Instead of going to college, she took a year off and went galivanting with friends on road trips, camping trips, hikes, and just about anything else she was invited to. She had planned to get her CDL and become a trucker like her father, and started working part-time to save money for the classes after that first year following high school. It seemed perfect. Indulge her desire to see the world, make decent money, but still live in her home town. At least, that had been the plan until she’d met Matthew Hawthorne at Huskers on her twenty-first birthday.

She fell for him oh so quickly. Too quickly people would later say. Something about him had made her mother nervous. Matthew had always said her mother hated him. Lyra believed him. She always believed Matthew. Why would someone who showered her with so much love lie to her?

That’s how the rift between Lyra and her parents was created.

TW: DV, Alcohol abuse - 'The Indident'

From there, Lyra’s life spiraled out of control. At first it had been the casual comments that made her feel… less than. Less than good enough. Less than worthy. Then the shouting matches. When she hit the ground after the first punch? Her eyes had been vacant and her mind somewhere far away for days after.

Lyra spent six years of her life walking on eggshells. Just trying to survive each day. She had clung to a naïve hope that it would get better. That things could go back to the way they had been in the beginning. There had been nothing special about the night when she decided she’d had enough. She just looked at him, sleeping peacefully in their bed like everything was right with the world, and she knew. It was never getting better.

She packed a bag that night, nothing more than the bare essentials and three days’ worth of clothes. A note was left on the nightstand. ‘I’m done’. She drove off, eventually landing in a motel a few towns over. She wouldn’t bother her parents this late, but tomorrow she wanted to visit them, start patching things up, and try to figure her life out.

The next time she saw her parents, they were dead.

To this day, Lyra can’t bring herself to talk about that day. The absolute horror she had seen when she walked into her childhood home. How her decision to leave Matthew had led to their deaths. And she hadn’t even been able to give them a proper burial. Her meagre part-time wages from the job she had been allowed to work weren’t even close to what she’d needed to bury her parents. Their urns were packed away in a box she kept under her bed. Somewhere she didn’t have to face them.

It hadn’t taken her long before she found refuge in the bottle. When she drank, she didn’t have to remember. She didn’t have to feel the guilt. She didn’t have to be the girl who had trusted too deeply or the girl who had gotten her parents killed.

Lyra is beyond grateful for her job at Lou's. It allowed her to pay the deposit to get into her trailer. The small meals she gets as part of her shifts and her personal limit of one cash in per week for one of those free meals at Huskers keep her from starving. It keeps her pockets full of just enough money to pay the bills and pay for her tab at Huskers. And if she yearns for more, well, she shouldn't have messed her life up to begin with.

_{Extra Facts // Headcannons:}

• REQUIRED: How does your character feel about the expansion/growth of Pines Holler?
  Lyra hates the idea of Pines Holler being permanently changed by the expansion, but she also doesn’t have it in her to try and do anything beyond whining and moaning about it. It’s her home, for better or worse, and she wants it to keep the heart and soul it has.
• Lyra can often be found at Huskers in the evenings, especially if she isn’t working the mornings at the diner. It’s her only real escape from the past. And the only time that the smiles she puts on are truly joyful.
• She suffers from occasional panic attacks. They’re long and all-consuming, unless she can somehow calm herself. For this, she carries a flask on her, straight vodka, just in case she needs to take the edge off.
• She drives a 1997 Geo Metro that she managed to get used a few years back with only 110,000 miles on it.
• Despite her upbringing, Lyra is an atheist. After ‘the incident’ she decided that God was either cruel or simply didn’t exist.

I'm happy to update things if anything needs to be changed.

@MementoMori

Poor Lyra :(

She's approved <3 Move the sheet on over, and I'll send you the discord link.

Pines Holler [Not Accepting]

For your consideration

Elias Rowan Petterson || Teacher/Coach

Face Claim ...Garrett Hedlund

Full Name:
Elias Rowan Petterson
Nickname(s):
Eli – what most people call him.
Rowan – used by old friends or when things get serious.
Coach – what some of the kids have started calling him, whether he likes it or not.

Age: Twenty-eight ... Scorpio ... November 3rd

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight (though not rigid about it—he’s more about connection than labels, even if he doesn’t say that out loud).

Occupation: High School English Teacher
Assistant Football Coach (unofficial, inevitable in a town like this)

Place of Residence: Small rented house on the edge of Pines Holler, just past Old Creek Road.

Family and Close Connections:
Mother: Diane Mercer - Age 54 - Former waitress, now works part-time at the local diner.
Father: Thomas Mercer |- Deceased - Former mill worker.
Younger Sister: Lila Mercer - Age 22 - Left town, limited contact.
Friends: A few from high school still around, though most relationships are surface-level now.
Significant Other: None. Complicated history. Keeps people at arm’s length.

Appearance:
Height: Six feet, one inch.
Build: Broad-shouldered, solid. Strong without trying to be. Looks like someone who grew up working with his hands because he did.
Hair: Dark blond, usually a little too long on top, falls into his eyes when he hasn’t bothered to cut it.
Eyes: Grey-blue. Usually tired
Facial Hair: Keeps a short beard or stubble most of the time.

Clothing Style:
Practical, worn-in, quietly intentional. Flannels, henleys, denim jackets, boots that have seen years of use. Nothing flashy, but everything fits him well.
He cleans up better than people expect when he needs to. button-down, sleeves rolled up.

Body Markings:
Faded scar along his right forearm from a childhood accident.
Small tattoo on his ribs—Roman numerals (his father’s birthday). Rarely seen, rarely talked about.

Personality:
Steady and patient, with a dry sense of humor. After years with a father who drank too much and had a temper when drunk, Elias become protective of his family and was always loyal to friends and family.
Quietly intense, and observant, usually picks up on things others miss, aware of those situations that can turn ugly. Stubborn but calm, not loud. Eli always comes across as dependable, the kind of guy you trust without thinking about it. He shows up. He does the work. He listens more than he speaks.

After leaving his mom and sister to go to college, carries a lot of guilt he doesn’t talk about. Another layer underneath it all, he’s restless. Never content, never happy with himself or his relationships. Struggles with letting people truly know him. There’s a weight to him with a sense that he’s both exactly where he belongs but somehow hates it and feels trapped by it.

History:
Born and raised in Pines Holler, Eli grew up on the edge of everything, the edge of town, the edge of poverty, the edge of a family that was always one bad month away from falling apart.
His father worked long hours at the mill, coming home tired, quiet, and often drinking more than he should. Dad was usually a good man but when he drank, which only got worse with age, more yelling, more anger. His mother held things together as best she could, stretching paychecks and patience in as many ways as possible.

Eli learned early how to be the “easy one.” Hardly ever in trouble.
Good in school. Helpful. Invisible when it mattered but always there for anyone and everyone.

Football gave him an outlet. English gave him a voice he didn’t use outside the classroom. One teacher, someone who saw something in him, pushed him toward college. Told him he could be more than what Pines Holler expected of him. So he left to go to the state university and got his degree in English and Education.

Always been the guy who kept his head down and did everything right but always watched and maybe wanted to be with those who didn’t.

And wanted to get away but still… he came back.

Now he teaches kids back in the high school he had once been a student at, kids who remind him of himself. Watches them sit in the same desks, make the same choices, carry the same weight and often more.


Extra Facts // Headcanons:
• Drinks more than he lets on. Not out of control but enough that it’s a habit, not a choice.
• Late nights are his worst enemy. That’s when the thoughts get loud, that;’s when the self-loathing and doubts kick in.,
• Reads constantly but scrolls even more.
• Has a soft spot for music he won’t admit to liking,old country, acoustic, anything a little raw.
• Fixes things around his house himself, even when it would be easier not to.
• Keeps his father’s old lighter, even though he quit smoking cigarettes years ago.
• Struggles with anger. Always close to the edge, worried about breaking. IN class it comes out quiet, tight jaw, controlled voice, hands clenched just out of sight.
• Doesn’t believe he’s the “good man” people think he is, but tries to be anyway. Hates that he doesn't meet the standard he believes he should.
• Has a habit of showing up for people without being asked… and disappearing when they get too close.
• Still hasn’t decided if coming back to Pines Holler was the right choice.

@Stryder BC

Overall, a very nice start!

Just a few notes:

• I'll need you to change his faceclaim, please. Garrett Hedlund is already in use. If you need any help finding another FC, feel free to message me on the Discord <3
• His address will need to be either in Shady Pines (our trailer park) or on Miners Street - unless you're planning on making another character that would have one of these addresses?
• In his extra's section, could you please describe how he feels about the growth/expansion of Pines Holler?

Again, if you need any help, don't hesitate to reach out.

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Pines Holler - A Small Town SoL Sandbox RP [NOT Accepting]

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