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Name
Vincent Andrew Davies
Nicknames
Vin
Age
19
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Single
Appearance Details
- Hair: Brown | Curly | Long and wild
- Eyes: Hazel
- Height: 5'10
- Body Type: Lanky with lean muscle
- Clothing Style: Casual | Vin wears a lot of jeans, tie-dyed t-shirts, and hoodies.
- Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Scar from a bullet on his left shoulder, beneath the scar is his only tattoo, a speech bubble from a comic.
Personality Traits
When people first meet Vin they see the laid back, mellow, stoner. He’s never had much of a temper, it’s easy for him to shrug most things off. He’s always been patient with other people, forgives easily, and listens more than he talks. It’s always been easier for him to see the good in others than in himself. He doesn’t like to let others down, to disappoint, but inevitably he does. Vin’s never been good with pressure or stress, when things get to be too much he needs a way to escape. He’s flaky, forgetful, and usually lost in his own head. He avoids responsibility, doesn’t really feel ready to grow up, and he certainly wasn’t ready to have his childhood ended in high school.
He's always been anxious, awkward, and quiet, especially around new people. If he's stoned he's a little more willing to put himself out there but he's never been the outgoing type. He doesn't like to bother other people with his own problems, tends to shy away from heavy topics. Vin's an optimist, he looks for the good in the world, finds comfort in things like nature, art, music, and weed. He's never been ambitious, was never one of those people who knew what they wanted to do with their lives. He was always more of a go with the flow type, he'd rather travel and see new and exciting things than have money or nice things.
He's always been anxious, awkward, and quiet, especially around new people. If he's stoned he's a little more willing to put himself out there but he's never been the outgoing type. He doesn't like to bother other people with his own problems, tends to shy away from heavy topics. Vin's an optimist, he looks for the good in the world, finds comfort in things like nature, art, music, and weed. He's never been ambitious, was never one of those people who knew what they wanted to do with their lives. He was always more of a go with the flow type, he'd rather travel and see new and exciting things than have money or nice things.
Biography
Vin’s early life was easy, quiet, and comfortable. His parents made good money, he didn’t have to worry about much, always got everything he needed and most of what he wanted. He was always a shy quiet kid who didn’t like too much attention on him and having an outgoing older sister who was happy to soak up the attention made that even easier. Vin was always thankful to just fly under the radar, while his sister, Alison, had to deal with his parent’s constant scrutiny and pressure. She was their golden child, the one with accomplishments that his parents could brag about to their friends and he was free to just be himself. For a long time, his life was pretty chill, just the way he liked it, no pressure, no expectations.
Then, while at his first party during freshman year, Alison overdosed, and everything changed. He didn’t just have to deal with his sister’s sudden death but now he was no longer just chill stoner Vin, he was the kid brother of the dead cheerleader. People were paying so much extra attention to him. His parents seemed to deal with it by trying to force all their expectations onto him, micromanaging every aspect of his life. They had this perfect idealized version of their daughter and he was suddenly expected to fill in for that. She had always been better than him at school, sports, extracurriculars, and if Alison couldn’t live up to all of it, how was he supposed to do that?
Vin couldn’t take that kind of pressure, he hated having so much attention. He hated people giving him sad looks at school, strangers telling him how much his sister meant to them. People who hadn’t even known Alison, not really, and it was more like people were using his sister’s death to talk about themselves, how difficult it was for them, what a beautiful tragedy it all was. He hadn’t cared much for school before but now it was unbearable. To walk down the same halls, to walk past her friends, to see her picture memorialized in the school, to be surrounded with reminders of the void in his home. He only became more withdrawn, tried less, because even his best wasn’t really good enough. His parents got divorced during his junior year. He was shuffled back and forth between their separate houses and eventually his parents were too wrapped up in their own lives to bother much with him.
Then came senior year, gunfire in the hallways, and truly being face to face with the possibility of his own death. He didn’t want to die, Vin was absolutely terrified of the thought that he’d die without having lived. He was in the cafeteria during the shooting, took a bullet to the shoulder, and played dead for the rest of the pure hell that followed. Vin laid on the floor starring into the eyes of another kid as the light left them. He didn’t do anything to help or comfort, he was too afraid of being shot again, afraid he’d die too. The rest of that year is a fog, days just trying to get by, trying to get to the next day.
After high school Vin put off going to college, he needed more time to just be and not have to deal with everything. He has a job at a local bookstore, which he likes, it's quiet, and spends free time doing set designs and lighting for the community theatre. He sells weed on the side, nothing harder, and he hasn’t been to any parties since that first one freshmen year. He likes nature documentaries, just about any outdoor activity, and prefers small groups of people to large gatherings.
Then, while at his first party during freshman year, Alison overdosed, and everything changed. He didn’t just have to deal with his sister’s sudden death but now he was no longer just chill stoner Vin, he was the kid brother of the dead cheerleader. People were paying so much extra attention to him. His parents seemed to deal with it by trying to force all their expectations onto him, micromanaging every aspect of his life. They had this perfect idealized version of their daughter and he was suddenly expected to fill in for that. She had always been better than him at school, sports, extracurriculars, and if Alison couldn’t live up to all of it, how was he supposed to do that?
Vin couldn’t take that kind of pressure, he hated having so much attention. He hated people giving him sad looks at school, strangers telling him how much his sister meant to them. People who hadn’t even known Alison, not really, and it was more like people were using his sister’s death to talk about themselves, how difficult it was for them, what a beautiful tragedy it all was. He hadn’t cared much for school before but now it was unbearable. To walk down the same halls, to walk past her friends, to see her picture memorialized in the school, to be surrounded with reminders of the void in his home. He only became more withdrawn, tried less, because even his best wasn’t really good enough. His parents got divorced during his junior year. He was shuffled back and forth between their separate houses and eventually his parents were too wrapped up in their own lives to bother much with him.
Then came senior year, gunfire in the hallways, and truly being face to face with the possibility of his own death. He didn’t want to die, Vin was absolutely terrified of the thought that he’d die without having lived. He was in the cafeteria during the shooting, took a bullet to the shoulder, and played dead for the rest of the pure hell that followed. Vin laid on the floor starring into the eyes of another kid as the light left them. He didn’t do anything to help or comfort, he was too afraid of being shot again, afraid he’d die too. The rest of that year is a fog, days just trying to get by, trying to get to the next day.
After high school Vin put off going to college, he needed more time to just be and not have to deal with everything. He has a job at a local bookstore, which he likes, it's quiet, and spends free time doing set designs and lighting for the community theatre. He sells weed on the side, nothing harder, and he hasn’t been to any parties since that first one freshmen year. He likes nature documentaries, just about any outdoor activity, and prefers small groups of people to large gatherings.
Family
Father, Andrew Davies, dentist
Mother, Ellen Davies, financial manager
Sister, Alison Davies, deceased
Mother, Ellen Davies, financial manager
Sister, Alison Davies, deceased
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Name
Logan Matthew Rivers
Nicknames
Mostly just goes by Logan
Age
20
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Relationship Status
Single
Appearance Details
- Hair: Blonde | Short | Spikey or slicked back
- Eyes: Blue
- Height: 6’3
- Body Type: Muscular, broad-shouldered, athletic
- Clothing Style: Frat Boy Casual | Overpriced jeans and t-shirt, shirts with popped collars, shorts, several hockey jerseys, Bruins gear, and a couple of Bruins and Sox caps.
- Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: A few scars here and there from hockey and from a car accident that messed up his right knee.
Personality Traits
Logan was always a loud, brash, outgoing kid. He was also someone who carried a lot of anger, and when he didn’t know how to deal with things he lashed out. He was driven, stubborn, and ambitious. He liked to party, have fun, always ready for a fight, often just for the fun of it. Throughout his childhood, but especially in high school, he had a well-earned reputation for being an asshole. One thing about Logan is that he doesn’t make excuses for himself, he is at least self-aware.
School was never his thing, most of his grades were gotten by cheating rather than earning them, but then how mattered less to him than the results. What did matter to him was hockey, that was what he was good at, what really clicked with him, and he put all his effort into it. In hockey, Logan found an outlet for everything wrong with his life. He was a high-energy kid with a quick temper and a lot of anger, on the ice was the one place where life made sense to him. Without that outlet, he resorts to self-destruction.
Logan’s never been able to move past the series of tragedies that marked his youth. He can’t let go of things like grief and anger, and he is even more at a loss for how to deal with his guilt over everything. Ever since the shooting, he’s lost his drive, his ambition to do anything but find ways to feel numb. He’s trying to be less of an asshole but it’s not something that comes easy for him.
School was never his thing, most of his grades were gotten by cheating rather than earning them, but then how mattered less to him than the results. What did matter to him was hockey, that was what he was good at, what really clicked with him, and he put all his effort into it. In hockey, Logan found an outlet for everything wrong with his life. He was a high-energy kid with a quick temper and a lot of anger, on the ice was the one place where life made sense to him. Without that outlet, he resorts to self-destruction.
Logan’s never been able to move past the series of tragedies that marked his youth. He can’t let go of things like grief and anger, and he is even more at a loss for how to deal with his guilt over everything. Ever since the shooting, he’s lost his drive, his ambition to do anything but find ways to feel numb. He’s trying to be less of an asshole but it’s not something that comes easy for him.
Biography
On the outside Logan’s life looked pretty great, his dad made a lot of money, he grew up in a nice big house, got everything he wanted. Well, almost everything. He lost his mother when he was five, drug overdose, and Logan was the one who found her body. It’s one of the few things he doesn’t talk about, and after that, his dad was a lot more difficult to get along with. Logan was a very high-energy rebellious child, and his dad was a big fan of harsh discipline. It wasn’t a warm household, that had always come from his mom, and without her, Logan became more and more like his father. Angry all the time, cruel to others, prone to violent outbursts. That was his main role model.
Hockey was always his passion, the one thing he actually took seriously, put all his effort into. It was his outlet for all his excess energy, aggression, and frustration. Long hours practicing kept him out of his house, gave him a place that accepted him for who was, a group of friends he could relate to. He played right wing but more importantly acted as the team's enforcer, a goon, protecting his teammates and occasionally picking a fight, it was the ideal position for him. He loved it, it made him driven and ambitious, made him popular in high school. People cheered for him when he was on the ice and that was where life all made sense.
In high school, he was a star player on the hockey team, he was a rich kid, and a bully. He took Alison Davies’s death pretty hard, not because he’d ever known her but it reminded him so much of his mother. It brought up old wounds that had never healed and he dealt with those feelings by being even more of an asshole. Charlie Decker was a weird kid, an easy target for Logan, and he picked on him a lot. He did it because he was angry, he was in pain, and he didn’t know how to handle those things. Not that it matters why, because he knows he was a part of it, of why Charlie Decker came to school senior year ready to kill.
Logan didn’t see much of what happened that day, but he heard a lot of it. He heard the screaming and seemingly endless gunshots. The aftermath was all guilt, yet another thing he was unable to talk about or cope with. Instead, he found new terrible ways of dealing with things, drinking or getting high on whatever he could get his hands on. So many people had their futures taken the first day of senior year, but Logan went the extra mile to try and ruin his own future. A few months after the shooting Logan got plastered and wrapped his car around a pole. He messed up his knee, lost his hockey scholarship, not that there was any chance of him being able to play in college after that anyway. He’d always had a far-fetched hope of playing in the NHL, maybe even for the Bruins, but even losing that didn’t feel like punishment enough.
After high school, college was more of the same. He didn’t have hockey as an outlet, there was just a lot of drinking, drugs, anything that could make him feel numb. He did all things that were supposed to make him happy, went to parties, joined a frat, and had a string of meaningless hookups. For a short while, he even tried going to classes and finding something new to drive him but it was all hollow. He’d lost all ambition, nothing mattered to him, and even deeper than that was the notion that he didn’t deserve to have anything in his life that mattered. Now he’s back in Edenridge for the summer, maybe to find some sort of closure, maybe just to continue his spiral of self-destruction in a more familiar place, Logan’s really not sure.
Hockey was always his passion, the one thing he actually took seriously, put all his effort into. It was his outlet for all his excess energy, aggression, and frustration. Long hours practicing kept him out of his house, gave him a place that accepted him for who was, a group of friends he could relate to. He played right wing but more importantly acted as the team's enforcer, a goon, protecting his teammates and occasionally picking a fight, it was the ideal position for him. He loved it, it made him driven and ambitious, made him popular in high school. People cheered for him when he was on the ice and that was where life all made sense.
In high school, he was a star player on the hockey team, he was a rich kid, and a bully. He took Alison Davies’s death pretty hard, not because he’d ever known her but it reminded him so much of his mother. It brought up old wounds that had never healed and he dealt with those feelings by being even more of an asshole. Charlie Decker was a weird kid, an easy target for Logan, and he picked on him a lot. He did it because he was angry, he was in pain, and he didn’t know how to handle those things. Not that it matters why, because he knows he was a part of it, of why Charlie Decker came to school senior year ready to kill.
Logan didn’t see much of what happened that day, but he heard a lot of it. He heard the screaming and seemingly endless gunshots. The aftermath was all guilt, yet another thing he was unable to talk about or cope with. Instead, he found new terrible ways of dealing with things, drinking or getting high on whatever he could get his hands on. So many people had their futures taken the first day of senior year, but Logan went the extra mile to try and ruin his own future. A few months after the shooting Logan got plastered and wrapped his car around a pole. He messed up his knee, lost his hockey scholarship, not that there was any chance of him being able to play in college after that anyway. He’d always had a far-fetched hope of playing in the NHL, maybe even for the Bruins, but even losing that didn’t feel like punishment enough.
After high school, college was more of the same. He didn’t have hockey as an outlet, there was just a lot of drinking, drugs, anything that could make him feel numb. He did all things that were supposed to make him happy, went to parties, joined a frat, and had a string of meaningless hookups. For a short while, he even tried going to classes and finding something new to drive him but it was all hollow. He’d lost all ambition, nothing mattered to him, and even deeper than that was the notion that he didn’t deserve to have anything in his life that mattered. Now he’s back in Edenridge for the summer, maybe to find some sort of closure, maybe just to continue his spiral of self-destruction in a more familiar place, Logan’s really not sure.
Family
Father, Stephen Rivers, a corporate lawyer
Step-mother, Jenna Rivers, gold-digging trophy wife
Step-mother, Jenna Rivers, gold-digging trophy wife
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