AlteredTundra

Rosefell High.

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When Hunter heard a girl’s voice that wasn’t Alina’s unique tone, he turned around, looking up. And when he saw no one, for a moment, he became visibly confused.

But that was only a moment. Common sense kicked in and he caught the top of dark hair that drew in his eyes to go about five inches (give or take) down to meet the source of the new voice — the new, unknown voice of someone he couldn’t say he knew. Between her comment about him possibly ‘being like the other guys’ and then Alina, who came to his defense — or at least, that’s how Hunter chose to take it — Hunter centered on Raven.

He had nothing to go off other than that she was the good friend of a girl Hunter has known for less than ten minutes — twenty tops if you’re counting the time it took to make his way to her initially. In all that time, the most Hunter managed to find out was her name. And that she knew Dee.

And apparently short people befriend each other. Not exactly an important fact, but it’s one Hunter suddenly found himself thinking about.

Right. Back to what matters.

He held out his hand for Raven. Call it a sign of goodwill or whatever. “And I’m not like most guys.” He felt the need to defend himself despite Alina doing that for him. “We were actually about to have a drink. Maybe you’ll like to join in? Hell, if you still don’t trust me, we could make a game out of it.” Somewhere inside, Hunter knew that might be a bad idea. But she seemed nice enough and Alina was about to drink, anyway. So for all he knew, it would be a mistake that might result in a new batch of friends for him.

Rangers

@Akayaofthemoon

@Potemking

I'M LOSING IT WITH THIS GIF! The cowboy hat just makes it even better.

Rangers

I know I didn't fully interact with the people I tagged, but I did mention the characters. You know, so you can read Sloane's thought process, and then file for defamation of character.

@psych0pomp

Sloane is a beautiful creature who is as dependable as his bat.

Rangers

<Snipped quote by metanoia>

He already has three little brothers that are obnoxious, what's two more? Ross and Sloane's bantering might make him feel right at home, though he'll be worried about how it impacts the team. >.>

_{Jordan is going to probably kick his ass before she worries about the Drunn Soldiers...}

<Snipped quote by metanoia>

Not inaccurate. Dude's worried enough with the Drunn Soldiers, god help him if a Monster of The Week was there for him to deal with. (Yeah, I'm jinxing that shit, I know.)

@Potemking

Hey now! Monster of the week can serve as a great catalyst for some character-building moments. Can't tell you how many eps of my favorite power ranger seasons had motw that were just there to provide occasional ranger moments for the real purpose of the episode: getting certain characters past certain obstacles.

Edenridge

Marco Castillo-Brady

Have you ever seen the rain coming down on a sunny day? — Creedence Clearwater Revival

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𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙚

Marco Castillo Brady

𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨

• Mac
• Marc
• Castle (From Lanie)
• Chubs (from his "Friends" on PSN)
• Puppy - term of endearment from lifelong crush and current boyfriend, Danny Belmonte
• Bowser
• The Staff - Bestowed upon him by Oz

𝘼𝙜𝙚

19, September 22nd

𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧

Cisgendered Male

𝙎𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮

Bisexual - No lean

𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙨

In a relationship with Danilo Belmonte

𝘼𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝘿𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙨

▸ HEIGHT : | 5'10"
▸ WEIGHT : | 175lbs || Rounded figure || About 50 pounds overweight || has a sizable gut
▸ ETHNICITY : | Mexican, Irish
▸ HAIR COLOR : | Light brown
▸ EYE COLOR : | Blue
▸ MODIFICATIONS : | N/A

By looking at him, you might not assume that Marco is half-Mexican. But he is. His light features are mainly inherited from his father’s Scot-Irish ancestry, especially when you look at the two of them side by side: the pointed nose, the triangular jawline, and, of course, the blue eyes. The slight freckles and his dark hair, which comes with fine threads signaling great genes when it comes to hair, seem to be a mix of both as both Colin and Marlena have excellent hair even at their age.

Another thing that Marco has going for him that’s more his father than not is his athletic build and height. Before his injury, he had a body made for nearly all sports, which he, of course, dabbled in because one, he loves moving around and getting under the sun, but he was also really good at it. Though, in a post-injury life, Marco no longer has retained his athletic feature. Since being injured, Marco has put on roughly about twenty-five pounds of fat. His cheeks are slightly pudgy, he has a small double chin growing. His body looks less athlete and more Andy Dwyer from Parks and Recreation (but not as pudgy).

Before he was injured, you might've caught Marco wearing his football soccer letterman jacket with a pair of jeans (or shorts depending not the season), a knit cap if it was chilly, and some version of a t-shirt with a wacky design on it. His style was very much about comfort as it was style. But ever since he was shot and didn't have any reason to dress like he smiled (at least as much as he used to), Marco has since ditched the style aspect in favor of full comfort. He hasn't touched his letterman jacket since that day. And he mostly wears sweatpants around the house while jeans are more than sufficient for him for his everyday choice of pants whenever he goes outside. He has stuck to single-color shirts (both short sleeve and long). The knit caps have stayed, however, though mainly to hide how long his hair has become in recent months.

𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮

To his friends and even those who might not know him on a personal level, Marco is a positive ray of sunshine. He leaks confidence but never in his life has he ever been known for arrogance. And that’s because he had a firm hand growing up in the form of his father and mother always making sure he remained humble and grateful for every opportunity he was given. HIs often gentle nature is likely a large part of why he’s never had an enemy in his life. Sure, there are those who might find his whole aura to be a bit much, but that’s just who he is.

Marco is also extremely loyal and enjoys having fun. Between corny jokes and pranks (though nothing too excessive), you might find Marco being as lively as he can, living for the moment and seizing every single one that comes to him.

If there is anything to say that might hint at a downside it’s that Marco sometimes lets himself live too much in the moment. Ever the dream-chaser, Marco follows his heart and, though he doesn’t like to show it, this has led to him getting rejected a few times. He hates letting himself be seen as sad because he feels it’s his obligation to provide everyone with a smile and that pressure, in addition to everything else, has often weighed on him. And maybe more so in a post-shooting life when most of his light has faded.

Some days, Marco finds it difficult to keep up a smile when he’s by himself.

𝘽𝙞𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙮

Marco’s life has always been defined by a great calm that is immediately disrupted with a Cat-10 Hurricane that wrecks everything good in his life.

The first was how his parents met.

Both of them told me the story when I was maybe twelve or so. It came about because I wanted to know why we were moving from house to house. And when I finally came to know my parents’ wild as-fuck tale, it was like those Soaps my cousin Sinead watched when we were living in Dublin.

So apparently, back when dad wasn’t so...well-rounded as he is now and mama wasn’t so stern and worried about me getting into danger, they both were a bit wild. They never went into vivid details, but Dad was a detective in Phoenix and got caught doing something. He met mom somehow and they did things. With Each other. Abeluo, who apparently wasn’t so happy about this, did some things he has since apologized for, which thank Christ because I couldn’t imagine not going to his ranch every summer. That’s the fucking best!

Anyway, where was I? Okay, so they went on the run while I was still riding shotgun in my mama’s...you know, they fled to Ireland. And for about a decade (give or take) we lived there and, in Spain. Some time later, somehow, we found ourselves in Patriots Country.

I’m telling you, my life is enough to make a few poorly-reviewed books that would be a hit on Wattpad or something, possibly even with a few Netflix adaptations.

After years on the run and especially isolating themselves from Emilio Castillo, not only did he stop pursuing them after so long, but slowly but surely, the damaged relationships began to repair themselves. Though the Castillo-Brady family settled in Edenridge, Massachusetts, a sort of small town just outside of Boston, Marco and his family had their Abuelo in their lives. But the money and the dangers of the cartel life, the forced exile from their hometown -- all of it was laid to rest.

With Colin back as a detective with the Edenridge PD and his mother the owner of a beauty salon, Marco has not only enjoyed stability from age thirteen and onward, but his parents have made enough money to make it so he could pursue his athletic dreams, which of course was playing American Soccer AKA Football. He did so every year of high school at Edenridge. Marco always had dreams of playing professional Football (real football, not what Americans call Football). His dream was to play for Ireland, since he is technically an Irish citizen.

But all of his dreams were ripped away from him the minute one of Charlie Decker’s bullets hit him in his left ACL.

Marco has always blamed himself. He’s always been something of a one-tracked mind kind of person. When he was doing something he enjoyed, Marco lost track of time and that’s exactly how he didn’t hear the school bell that morning nor the warning bell. He was out in the soccer field practicing for the upcoming game they had against Pinehurst High the Saturday of that week. He had his airpods in his ears, Ozzy Osbourne’s Crazy Train (one of his father’s favorites) blaring in his ears.

He just didn’t hear it. The sound of the gunshot was muffled by the heavy metal guitar riffs, but when he was on his stomach, screaming in pain, he saw Charlie walk past him and froze.

And ever since then, Marco hasn’t been the same. Healing from the injury and rehab aside, the part of Marco Brady that brought smiles and laughs to everyone in the room. The kind of guy that would bring even the weird kids in for an accepting hug died with any hopes that he had of playing pro or going to college.

Marco can walk and he’s fine now, but he isn’t the same.

And you know what? Maybe he never will be.

𝙁𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮

Emilio Julio Luis Castillo || 70 || Abuelo || Retired Cartel Don || Face Claim: Danny Trejo
Colin Shawn Brady || 44 || Father || Edenridge PD Detective || Face Claim: Brett Dalton
Marlena Alejandra Castillo-Brady || 38 || Mother || Owner of Tresses Salon || Face Claim: Ana Brenda Contreras
Emiliano Gabriel Castillo-Brady || 18 || Younger Brother || Recent Graduate of Edenridge High || Face Claim: Jake T. Austin
Marcela ALejandra Castillo-Brady || 16 || Younger Sister || Junior at Edenridge High || Face Claim: Danna Paola
Not Pictured
Adrian Gabriel Castillo || 44 || Uncle || CFO of Castillo Cosmetics || Face Claim: Jay Hernandez
Mateo Francisco Castillo || 37 || Uncle || Stand-up Comedian || Face Claim: Michael Pena

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_{Face Claim — Froy Gutierrez || Dialogue Color — Dark Goldenrod/#b8860b}
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👨‍🍳 To the dismay of his grandfather, Marco does not refer to Soccer by that name. The blame for this rests solely in his time being raised in Ireland and Spain and his eventual love for European teams versus being for Mexico

👨‍🍳 As one might imagine, not only does he have friendly heated debates with his abuelo and younger sister about the actual term, but Marco always roots for Ireland during the world cup and things can get quite tense.

👨‍🍳 Marco and his younger sister and brother spend their summers with their Abuelo Emilio in Phoenix, Arizona.
👨‍🍳 Marco is a Virgo-Libra cusp.
👨‍🍳 Marco cooks frequently and it has especially helped him through the rehabilitation process and the terrible bouts of depression he occasionally suffers from.

👨‍🍳 Pancakes are his go to comfort food

👨‍🍳 Marco has always had intense crushes on both classmates of his and celebrities and his current big celebrity crush is Meaghan Easterling, a weather girl who lives in California, though rightly so, everyone just calls her Peach. This is no doubt due to her round curves and you can bet that Marco swoons over her anytime he gets to watch her broadcast (much to the annoyance of Marcela).
👨‍🍳 When Marco isn’t cooking, he can be found on PSN and Steam as MacAttack, where he obsessively plays MOBAs of all sorts - including League of Legends, on which he is as "ThePancakeMan"

Chronicle of MacAttack

Chapter I
Intro (page 2)
Run, Puppy. Run. (page 2)
Panik at the Godmother(page 2)
A Creature Named Comfort (page 3)
Breathe (page 3)
We're in this Together (page 4)
The Devil Wears Boots (page 4)
As Sturdy & Shiny as a Keg (flashback) (page 4)
Love Drunk (flashback) (page 5)
Misery Loves Company (page 5)

Halloween Special
The Ghost of Me (page 6)
Prelude to a Crisis (page 6)
Internal Meets External (page 6)

Intermission - Post-Chapter I/Pre-Chapter II
Breakfast With the Brady's (page 7)
Two Men & A Baby (page 7)
Heart to Break (page 7)
Rainbow Road (page 8)

Chapter II, Day One - Before the Storm
Because of You (page 10)
Only Hope (page 10)
Welcome to the Godmother (flashback) (page 11)
Catwoman (flashback) (page 11)
Two Wolves (flashback) (page 12)
Happy Reunion (page 12)

Chapter II, Day One - During the Storm
Go Go Swerve Arcana - Part I: Whiplash (page 13)
Go Go Swerve Arcana - Part II: Boo (page 13)
Go Go Swerve Arcana - Part III: Nerdgasm (page 14)
Go Go Swerve Arcana - Part IV: Dare (page 14)

Chapter II, Day Two - After the Storm
Story Time - Flashback (page 15)
Panic @The Godmother (page 15)

Rangers

I think my favorite thing is that it was used in different ways. where it acted as the perfect thing to break ross out of one of his almost-breakdowns, Clint the Cowboy was literally "help mom pick me up I'm scared" meme and I think that's simply amazing.

Rangers

It's okay he'll be introduced to his greatest pain *coughcoughross&sloanecoughcough* soon enough

Rangers

Good morning! Hope everyone slept well!

Rangers

Yeah you go Clint! Yank them lances away from those monsters!

Rangers

Location — Angel Grove Community Center
Interactions — Vallory @Zoey Boey, Sloane @psych0pomp

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As soon as Ross heard the sound of Sloane's unreasonably fat finger click, signaling to both him and Vallory that the selfie had been taken and with it, his end of the deal completed, Ross immediately stepped away in a somewhat eccentric fashion, almost twirling a half step. He gripped the inside of his legs, tugging at his pants. Because the fabric his pants were made from wasn't as rough as denim jeans might've, getting his boxers to where they needed to be was a matter of one-two-three tugs.

"Much better." A smiling ross turned back, looking at Vallory and then to Sloane. He found it odd that for a guy who insisted on the selfie, he wasn't so happy that it was done. Ross couldn't even recall the Frat Boy tapping away at his phone, as he knew to share it to any social media app, one had to hit a few more times on your phone.

"What's wrong? No good?"

And when Ross got no answer, he saw that Sloane was in some sort of trance-like state. Ross then tried to snap at his direction and his immediate response was something was, again, getting his name wrong.

"It's Ross! Not Ryan. Not Rhodes. Ross! Like David Schwimmer's character from Friends!" IT was clear Ross was getting fed up with being called Ryan.

And then Sloane mentioned cosplayers, which decreased Ross' annoyance and a look of visible confusion consumed his face.

"Cosplayers? Does this look like SacAnime to you?" He retorted back, slightly annoyed at the assumption that it was cosplay season. "We don't host Ang-Anime until the spring."

As Ross followed Sloane's gaze, there was a moment when he thought they actually were cosplayers, coming here to put on a show for the kids. And at the moment he had that thought, it became apparent that this would be a problem. For one, Entertainment Hour wasn't for another three hours. And secondly, he knew for a fact that what was planned was more along the lines of a local pop-punk band and not some Renaissance Fair rejects.

But there was something about them. Something...familiar. Ross couldn't place his finger on it, but he didn't like that feeling. Something in his gut, which may have been the lack of food in it, but definitely something about this whole thing made him feel uneasy. Even as Sloane asked for the best path to exit, he just couldn't shake this feeling.

Internally, Ross' old habits were starting to come back to the surface. The same old habits that made him a nightmare for the kids he grew up with. Those very same ones that caused him to shut down. Whatever sounds he heard coming from the stomping feet of the three armed whatever-they-were, slowly approaching them, were muffled out by the various scenarios that Ross began to play in his head. They had weapons and the only person who could match that was Sloane.

But I'm not a fighter. I wouldn't stand a chance.

And Ross found himself neck-deep in the sinking sandpit that was his mind. His chest started to feel tight and Ross gripped the top of the table as tight as he could, his other arm gripping his throat as if to alleviate the anguish he was allowing himself into experiencing. It felt like all the weight in his body was being pressed on his shoulders, his legs, arms, against his throat. And Ross just...he couldn't breathe.

""HrrrrrRAGH!"

And then he'd hear something, loud and demanding his full attention. And with it, Ross' hyperventilating seemed to subside. "Vallory?" He questioned as he saw her chuck what looked like a...cinder block. "Wait was that what I think it was?"

And then it crashed into one of the armed things. Ross saw it stagger and then Vallory went for the weapon in its hand.

Is she insane? Ross thought as he stood paralyzed, watching the Amazon of a woman do what she can to protect them.

And then he remembered who else was here. Not just the three of them, but..

"The kids..." He muttered out, looking back where he had come from. He still heard the faint sounds of chatter, the sounds of kids either ignorant to what was coming or just unaware of the danger outside.

Without even thinking, Ross jumped onto the table. He wouldn't even know what he was doing until he lept off one foot. He was able to cover a good amount of distance due to his old track and field training and managed to secure his hands on the same lance that Vallory had, under hers for obvious reasons.

"Four hands are better than two!" He said, grinning at her.