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Bayfield, WA,
Bayfield, Washington — a quiet little town nestled in between trees, lakes and mountains. Where generations of families have been raised, and new comers arrive almost daily. With its lively neighborhoods, and beautiful landscapes, it seems the perfect place to settle down for anyone. On one side you have the Brookland mountains and the other the Waterfront lakes, and scattered throughout the sleepy city are the large pine trees that make up its forests.a town based gang roleplay MOBILE NAVIGATION.
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POPPY COPELAND, the UNEMPLOYED is in search of her OLDER SISTER. Age would range from 31-33, and they would be FEMALE.
The FACECLAIM is Blake Lively, Claire Holt, Amber Heard, Katie Cassidy, UTP.
There is an obvious pressure to be perfect in this family. She would be someone who follows their parents wishes every time, basically the perfect kid. This would cause some tension between her and Poppy. Poppy would resent her for always following what their parents wanted even if it meant hurting Poppy. Your character could have resentment for Poppy for always acting out and causing riffs with her father.
She is definitely hard-working and intelligent. Mostly she sticks to the status-quo, following orders rather than doing what she wants to do. Other than that it is totally UTP.
If you have any questions, you can always contact the mun @poppycopeland.
Please contact the main to reserve a spot on this wanted connection.
zero spots of one have been filled.
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ALIAS: Thomas Weaver
AGE: Thirty-One
BIRTHPLACE: Bayfield, Wa
NEIGHBORHOOD: Downtown
EMPLOYMENT: Police Officer
FACE CLAIM: Jesse Lee Soffer
[ tw: depression/PTSD ]
Thomas Weaver was born and raised in Bayfield, WA, the youngest of three boys. His parents were affluent, the sort of wealth that they kept understated. All three of the Weaver boys worked hard, but none harder than Thomas. Carrying a natural charisma and intellect his well-meaning brothers lacked, he was the apple of his mother’s eye and his father’s pride and joy. His mother came from old money, his father a West Point graduate who retired from the Army as a Colonel. There was an expectation that all three of the Weaver boys would serve their country, and so they did. Both Patrick and Kyle attended West Point – the theater in Iraq and Afghanistan claiming their lives not long after their graduation. By the time it was Thomas’s time to accept an appointment to the academy, he did the unthinkable – enlisting.
In Thomas’s eyes, there was a job to be done overseas, and he wasn’t going to risk waiting four years – or longer to get over there. In the process he’d broken both of his parents hearts. In some miraculous fashion Thomas survived his time overseas, but not without very real scars.
A suicide bomber in Kabul would nearly take his leg – leaving him with physical and mental evidence of his personal tragedy. The injury would send him home, back to Bayfield and his parents – who in the end were simply grateful to have their son returned – regardless of form. Over a year would be spent mostly indoors, aside from trips to the VA for psychiatric evaluations and physical therapy. And finally, finally, he would be convinced to attend a local support group for veterans struggling with PTSD. It’s a disease that still cripples Thomas in many ways, but he’s trying his best.
Assimilating back into daily life in Bayfield has proved trying, navigating a family with only half of its members remaining – Thomas struggling with the pit in his life that Patrick and Kyle had left behind – and his own enduring trauma from the war.
After plenty of internal screaming, Thomas has started working at the Bayfield Police Department, after quite a strings pulled by his father. It’s meaningful work, enough to keep Thomas out of trouble and in an apartment downtown away from his parents – but every time he brandishes his firearm he can still feel that familiar tingle. The sounds, the sights, the smells – everything is absolutely real in his own mind – and until that fades; if it ever does, he’ll stay in Bayfield where his parents can keep a watchful eye over their last remaining child. Still the apple of his mother’s eye, still his father’s pride and joy.
WRITTEN BY MEGAN. SHE/HER. EST.
#jesse lee soffer fc#established rp#original rp#crime rp#town rp#taken#all#male#downtown#thomas#tw depression#tw ptsd
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ALIAS: Harvey Ludlow Volière
AGE: Twenty-Six
BIRTHPLACE: New York
NEIGHBORHOOD: Cathedral Heights
EMPLOYMENT: Biochemical Engineer (Researcher at WAB)
FACE CLAIM: Max Irons
[ tw: profanity, recreational drug use and alcohol, assault, gunshot wound, pseudocide.]
Here lies Harvey Ludlow Volière, who has grown up…
…With:
— his uncle;
— his own goddamn dick in his hand as he tries and fails to figure out what’s going on;
— two irresponsible shithead parents out of the door when he’s not more than 5, gone with the wind and a sleeve of amex black cards.
( If he asks his uncle on odd days of the month, they’re on the run from Pablo Escobar’s goons; and on even ones they’ve fucked off with the Cirque du Soleil. Every four years, mostly to spice it up, on February 29th he gets the courtesy of annoyed silence and two fingers of Deveron single malt. )
…In:
— a world full to the brim with machiavellian douchebaggery aspirations;
— a one-man spectacle of repressed abandonment issues and habitualized showmanship, with metaphorical red velvet curtains coming down never ;
— firm belief in the grave importance of bi-weekly jerk offs to the Wall Street Journal reports.
…To become:
— the financier ( of banking variety, rather than that of a french almond cake, although not to call him a snack would be an unforgivable example of defamation and slander );
— a proud valedictorian of Economics at Dartmouth;
— an otherwise all-around assault on moral and reason, volleying himself merrily across the frontlines of glorified extortion and authorized robbery.
Nearly none of the latter, of course, comes to its much expected fruition. Well, scratch that shit anyway.
Here lies Harvey Ludlow Volière, who has lived…
…Deliciously and spectacularly, snorting xanax up one of his nostrils and adderall up the other, shredding dollar bills into the parmesan on his Farro Gnocchi and living to be an absolute treat — not a burden, you watch that mouth — to society.
So he’s a jolly good fellow, there, for a while. He lives a life of shallow delight that doesn’t quite feel like enough, but suppresses that feeling masterfully — and the quiet and lonely nights of throwing his occasional chance at emotional intimacy out the door to be left alone with his stubborn solitude and dysfunction, those we won’t talk about.
He treats his studies with fervent diligence because he’s just good that way, a good would’ve-been-worth-staying-son and a good would’ve-been-easy-to-love-nephew, if only they knew him like this.
He tends to his strategically and carefully crafted social circle, surprisingly genuine in all the attachment that should’ve been calculated, really, when it comes down to it for people like him.
Everything is just very normal, in that skewed 1% kind of way.
That is, evidently, before Harvey comes into his one true inheritance:
Here lies Harvey Ludlow Volière, a Shit Magnet of The Highest and Most Unbelievable Order, who has died….
…After getting shot around the corner of the intersection between Balch Hill and East Wheelock, around friends and foes, and around a bullet lodged for a minute too long in his shoulder.
Yeah, fuck, let’s rewind.
One the night his uncle disappears, Harvey is barely 21 — stuck in his dorm with a tie inverted around his neck as a noose, balls deep in preparing to defend his thesis on income polarization, and blissfully unaware of what future holds in its store.
In the following months he learns his uncle isn’t so much dead or kidnapped or missing as he’s just willfully fucking gone, because Harvey sees the small hints left just for him, knows how these things look by now, doesn’t he, because all the magicians in the world couldn’t top his familiar intimacy with vanishing acts if they tried.
So he’s unravelling slowly, through a bullshit funeral that means fuck all if you know the truth, through properties signed over, through the momentary ruffling of the press and the subsequently unavoidable gossip.
He can handle all this, he thinks, until in his newfound belongings he stumbles on decades worth of passwords and storage unit addresses; all of them amount to a small library’s worth biochemistry research he barely understands, but can feel the buzzing of its pages regardless, the whispered importance of things buried or hidden, the endless weight behind the cutting edge magnum opus of his uncle’s stupid secretive life.
He can handle all this, he thinks, until he gets shot over it.
There’s not much he can do on his idiotic whiskey-filled night out anyway, no matter how menacing they make their demands: no secrets he can give up if he can’t comprehend what they are, and no addresses he can give up if he barely cared enough to memorize anything in the first place.
***
As it goes, the official story is that Harvey Volière died at 3:15 am on a Wednesday, first week of November, having nearly bled out in an ambulance and suffering complications in the OR.
What rings a little more truthful is that Harvey Volière, the relentless parasite that he is, has woken up post-surgery the next morning — and gravely slighted by the whimsical revolving door of family members throughout his youth, decided he’s still on the “early life” part of his designated wikipedia article, anyway, and did the only thing that made sense.
In the wake of dawn on the 6th of November, Harvey calls the right people and writes the right checks in an act of dramatic and shameless pseudocide, commemorating vanishment as the ultimate legacy of Volières.
Here does not lie Harvey Ludlow Volière, who has not died, because death is just too fucking good for him.
From a greedy piece of shit floating on piles of money and bankrolling nerds straight into their grand discoveries just for him to later take all significant credit for, he becomes a tragic little nerd all on his own.
In the next 5 years Harvey Volière wises up. Bounces around unsightly 4 stars hotels under fake names, briefly considers plastic surgery before rejecting it as the one crime against humanity he won’t commit, and transfers universities every year in his pursuit of a frankensteined degree in biochemical engineering, stitched together from classes completed all over.
And when he feels that just maybe, just maybe he finally has a chance to someday make some sense out of all of his uncle’s work, he moves straight to Bayfield: where they’ve vacationed every other summer throughout his adolescence, and where twenty three years ago his uncle had first started his research at University of WA.
WRITTEN BY RICHIE. SHE/HER. GMT.
#max irons fc#active rp#town rp#literate rp#lsrpg#all#taken#male#cathedral heights#harvey#tw drugs#tw guns#tw violence#tw swearing
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ALIAS: Oliver Banks
AGE: Twenty-Three
BIRTHPLACE: Washington, D.C.
NEIGHBORHOOD: Cathedral Heights
EMPLOYMENT: Accountant
FACE CLAIM: Austin Butler
Oliver was surprisingly not the most difficult of the Bank’s children. Being the youngest he didn’t want for anything and everything was given to him without little argument. His sister started to mother him at a young age which at first seemed to make him and his siblings close.
There was a time when Oliver sailed through school having the best tutors that a person could envision. Numbers seemed to be his forte, and his parents assumed with a path such as that they wouldn’t run into any problems. They were wrong.
As he grew older he started to develop a slight reckless streak. The boy tried to flex the controlling hold his elder siblings (especially his sister) had on him. His parents hadn’t been the one to discipline him. Both too busy with their own affairs, and his father’s infamous affair.
No matter his scandals, he still prospered in academics. Graduating with his AA in Accounting, because numbers seemed to be the only thing he was for sure good with. Along with the forensic story they told. After graduation from high school, his own habits became out of control. He attended parties and lived a life of grandeur that would be snatched from him at the drop of some pants.
That’s the day he learned how controlling his eldest sister actually was. Oliver hated his father for the affair finding it tasteless, but he was on the brink of hating his older sister more. The blame was put on both of them when they were uprooted from his friends in New York & D.C. Plopped in BFE, WA where the small town vibes disgusted him.
The weather wasn’t the only cold thing in their vicinity. Even though they have called the place home for months now. Oliver spends his nights partying and his days waiting for Anna to leave before he rises. If it were a normal working day, he could easily race out the door towards the funeral home. He’d much rather spend his days running through numbers with stiffs in the other room, than speak small talk with Anna. Oliver still blamed her heavily for their quandary of being stuck in Bayfield.
Dinners once full of business agendas had fallen silent in a sea of tension & spite. With Anna deflecting their father’s gentle pushes to run for mayor it turned on him. Their parents were used to a political lifestyle there was no denying that. He recently started to go back to college to earn his master’s in accounting to get them to stop asking questions when he was home. Still leading a life that dares to pull him down into a coma of exhaustion.
However, he can’t help but wonder if his sister were to run for mayor, would that free up all of his time? As of recently he’s whispered the thought into the family’s ear that he agrees to the idea. The desperation for connection thrives, and he can tell. The power of suggestion in his court for once as he casually plots the next move. Maybe instead of focusing on leaving this town, perhaps they could run it.
WRITTEN BY JENNI. SHE/HER. MST.
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Could we stop doing plots and events that are almost solely based around admin characters and do something completely from a neutral perspective maybe?
Good morning, nonnie. We hear you loud and clear. These mini-events are a great excuse to get people interacting, and while sometimes we tend to take the easy route by using an establishment that belongs to one of the admin characters, it is never our intention to make anyone feel discluded! However, we have some very interesting (or at least, we think so!) events planned for the coming weeks; with a plot drop or two that will really shake things up. So stay tuned!
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Thomas Weaver — played by MEGAN, EST
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MINI EVENT 002:
GRAND REOPENING OF DEJA BREWERY
LOCATION: Deja Brew in Woodley Park
WHEN: Saturday the 26th
HOURS: 4pm — till closing at 11pm
The original owner, Henry passed away just two months ago, which is when it fell into the hands of Juliette Hawthrone. Though it came as a complete surprise, the woman decided to do her best to get it up and running again. With the help of friends and a bank loan, she managed her way and now just eight weeks later, the place is ready for its grand reopening.
There will be a photo booth, live band and plenty of beers on tap for all to try! So meet a new friend, or try a new brew, the choice is yours as long as you have fun! Deja Brew will also be supplying a free taxi service for all guests to have a ride home, as the event highly encourages all to drink responsibly.
Anyone and everyone are welcome to join, but there is no obligation. This is just a fun little event to get people interacting if they so wish to jump in!
Please tag all open starters for this event with brpminievent and our usual starter rule of replying to two other��s first does not apply for this event.
These threads can also start now, but go as long as you’d like, it is completely up to you. But we highly encourage everyone to post an open or reply to a few, just for fun.
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HARVEY VOLIÉRE — played by RICHIE, GMT+3
OLIVER BANKS — played by JENNI, MST
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APPLICATION COUNT updated — [+1]
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