Hey Im Jordan

Palm Beach Royals: Reunited At Sea

Ty

^{Ty ⚓ 28 ⚓ Dedicated house husband to a genius entrepreneur ⚓ Logan Lerman ⚓ FFDD27}

⚓ A B O U T M E

• Born the bastard child of a Hollywood media executive and his young mistress, an aspiring actress who lived in New York. (“You wanna know the sad thing? She didn’t even get the part he promised her, dude. We were poor as dirt.”)
• Grew up in New York until he was in the 4th grade and his mother decided she didn’t want him anymore. He was shipped off to Los Angeles to live with his father, who unsurprisingly also didn’t want him. ("Nobody wants my ol' goofy ass, dude.")
• As is customary for his family, was assigned a Butler. Ty’s Butler is a woman named Skylar (FC: Charlize Theron), who still works with him to this day. (“The manservant thing is weird to me, but Skylar does take care of everything I don’t want to… she’s basically my real mom. And dad.”)
• As he realized no one wanted him, Ty acted out. In doing so, he pissed his father off repeatedly. By the time he was moving into high school, his father was even more done with him and shipped him off across the country, to attend King’s Academy for his high school years. (“Dawg, Florida? My own personal hell. Bro couldn’t ship me off to like, the Naval Academy? Anything but Florida.”)
• Ty lived with Skylar for his high school years in a luxurious home his father purchased. Out of sight and out of mind, Ty kind of did whatever he wanted. (“This is when I learned I like weed. This is also when I learned I play for both teams. But I guess that comes later.”)
• Fairly quickly, he realized that when he was given the freedom to do what he wanted, what he really enjoyed was helping people. An extroverted person, Ty was relatively well liked by almost everyone in high school, from the staff to his peers. (“If you got money and weed and a house and an Xbox? You were the shit back in high school. Also, I’m funny. And cute. Handsome? Nah, cute.”)
• Ty took Home Ec in the 10th grade because his dad thought it was gay and he knew it would piss him off. As it happened, Ty really liked cooking and decided to make it his hobby. (“ANYTHING TO SPITE THAT MOTHERFUCKER. And besides, I got sick of pizza. Sky can’t cook.”)
• Once cooking became his hobby, Ty became popular with women. Once he became popular with women, his dad started to respect him. (“Pretty sure my dad hated women.”)
• Ty became best friends with Asher Silverstein at some point in high school, and they remain best friends to this day, and frequently take their dogs on fun play dates that are NOT just excuses to smoke weed and watch cartoons. Not even a little bit. (“We like adventure time. Or at least I do and it’s my TV so Asher doesn’t get the remote.”)
• Asher helped make sure that Ty didn’t party too hard, and never experimented with much more than cocaine, which Ty only tried the one time. Turns out uppers aren’t his thing! He likes weed and psychedelics. (“Asher held my hand the first time I did mushrooms and I thought a sphinx swooped down from the sky to eat me. True story.”)
• After high school, Ty shockingly went to college. He acquired a bachelor’s degree in business administration, and was afterward handed a position in his father’s company, much to the chagrin of his sister, who had been planning to run the company since before she could walk.. (“Bro, she can catch these fuckin’ hands hate that bitch.”)
• After college, Ty came to an agreement with his sister. In exchange for an undisclosed yearly salary, Ty would step away from his position in the company and instead take a spot on the board as one of the majority shareholders. For the most part, he stays out of her way. (“Okay, okay. Maybe not fuck that bitch. I still hate her but we got a good thing going.”)
• Once that deal was in place, Ty got to focus on the thing he likes most in life: helping people. For the most part, Ty spends his time traveling the world and helping out in different ways, from trying to convince other affluent people to donate to charities to personally overseeing the construction of wells to provide clean water to communities that don’t have it. (“I’m not like a saint but… helping people is cool, yo.”)
• Ty spent some time opening a pizzeria in Los Angeles, named Captain Cuddles. It also has an arcade! He spends some free time there. (“Sadly, my girl has the high score on all the machines.”)
• Ty is basically super happy with his life so far, and is looking forward to seeing the homies. He was surprised, but in a happy way when Kole hit him up and was like ‘hey can we use your boat?’ and Ty was like ‘Fuckin’ a.’ (“So hype to see all the homies. And show them how pretty my girl is! Showing Amalee off is like, my second favorite thing in the whole world. She’s my first.”)

🏖The Seaside Shanty Getaway Resort🏖

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The Nameless City

Leon

_{Leonhart Astaros || 42 || The Regia Guard Captain
.}

Description: From head to toe, Leon is covered in the signs of a hard life. His hands are rough and calloused, his arms, though strong and firm, are covered in the scars of combat. A bite mark here, a sword wound here. He has fought and fought, and it seems like it will never end.

Feelings on Storm Touched: In the history of the nameless empire, Leonhart is probably the first and only Regia Guard leader to have a softened view of those ‘cursed’ by the Storm. How could he not? In his mind, the role of the Regia Guard is not to keep the royals safe, but to keep the people safe - and to consider the Stormtouched lesser would go against almost everything he stands for.

Would it be fair for him to look at them as swine when he himself has spent time in the storm, when he himself is touched (in his own way) by the Storm?

He is smart enough to keep his views to himself, but small deeds throughout his years of service have caused rumors to swirl amongst communities in the wider rings that the Regia captain is different, and those rumors fuel a hope the fourth and third rings are in desperate need of.

To almost everyone left in the city without a name, one thing rings true: Leonhart is a hero.

The Hero's Journey: Leonhart was born to a prostitute who died in childbirth in the fourth ring.

The woman who delivered him cared for him from the time he was a toddler, to the time he was around eleven years old. Though the woman was a lowly peasant, even she could see the potential he had with Ikonomancy. When the healers came to help those who were sick, or had fallen victim to the storm, the woman spoke with the leader of the monks, Father Astaros; she asked him to come and meet the child named Leon.

After some tests, the monk offered to take Leonhart to the inner rings with him where he could get proper training to utilize the potential he held. As they traveled toward the monk’s home in the second ring, Leonhart was instructed to take on the surname of the monk, and to tell anyone who asked that he was a long-lost family member who was returning to the second ring to experience the life he should have had this whole time.

During their long journey home, Astaros taught Leon about many things. The history of their empire, morals, academics, nutrition... There was so much to teach before Leonhart was sent to the academy, that it was very lucky he was such a quick learner. The most important lesson Astaros tried to impart on his charge was that people were just that: people. When facing down the apocalypse, Astaros reasoned that all deserved equal treatment. It was why he’d traveled to the fourth ring in the first place.

When it came to Ikonomancy, there was nothing left Astaros could teach him once they arrived at his home, and Leon was quickly sent to the Wardana Academy where he could learn from the masters. Leonhart quickly rose to the top of the Academy, becoming a Wardana leader only briefly before he became an apprentice to the Regia Guard captain.

Swelling with pride, the aging Astaros was able to pass on with a smile: Leon would carry on his legacy well, he knew that.

While mourning the loss of his father, Leonhart’s legend truly began. As an apprentice to the Regia guard, Leon was allowed to face the frontlines of the storm as it ate the fifth ring. He fought valiantly, and saved as many people as he could. Defying orders, Leonhart fought the Stormbeasts back from the people as if he were an army of one.

The people whispered his name as the storm seemed to consume him as he fought to push them back. He would have traded his life then and there if it meant one more person would live to see the world he hoped would come once the Storm, like all things, finally passed.

Three days later, Leon walked out of the Storm. While bearing the injuries of a warrior, Leonhart seemed unscathed. The whispers of his name became yells, they spread like wildfire: The man who survived the Storm, they called him. He spoke of his time in the Storm to very few people, but there was an undeniable change about him. He looked older, and his strength seemed it had multiplied.

The very, very strongest.

From there, his legend only grew. He fought tirelessly to protect not just the Regia, but all of those who inhabited the nameless city. When his master stepped away, it only made sense that Leonhart would take the mantle of Regia Guard captain. The selection was made long before it even came up. Only a fool would have picked anyone else, Leonhart was the hero of the people. The only hope left that many people had.

Until the day he dies, Leon intends to add fuel to the fire of hope and inspire the people to band together to fight the Storm — not each other.

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

_{Interactions: @LovelyComplex (Kitty)
Location: The auction stage --> The music stage}

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Bradley watched as Kitty ran off, gone almost as quickly as she had been there to say hi to him. There had been a brief moment there where he’d thought she was going to straddle him, but luckily before he had to deal with that, she was off again. He watched her launch off of the stage and into Levi’s arms and found himself wondering why she had bought him if she was interested in Levi. Bradly was kind of used to girls being more interested in Levi than him, especially when they were in Sanctuary. With Kitty off and on an adventure though, Bradley could finally go about his business. He frowned as he observed the dispersing crowd from his chair on the stage. He’d lost Stella, and Stella had been the one who knew where the petting zoo was. This put a damper on his plans to play with the rabbits.

Slowly and with great effort, Bradley forced the weed haze out of his mind. He couldn’t find the petting zoo, largely because he was an idiot. What else is there to do at the festival? There was music coming, Bradley kind of recalled that the announcer lady had mentioned that… which meant what? Did he want to listen to the music they played? Would it be good? He wasn’t sure how he expected himself to answer any of those questions, and he found himself frustrated at how disconnected he really was from the people of his hometown. Maybe hanging out exclusively in the flower shop he owned and his house wasn’t the ideal move.

As quickly as that thought had entered his head, it was replaced by another. Where did Bee get the money to pay for her date? He asked himself, then reached back to touch his wallet pockets and found them empty. Oh. That’s where she got the money. When the fuck did she take that? He stood up, thankful he at least had some cash in his front pockets. He wasn’t as angry as he should have been, but what was he going to do? Besides, it was for charity — he could write off the total from his taxes, and that was kind of cool. Of course, capital gains taxes would kick his ass regardless.

He stepped off the stage as thoughts continued to fly through his head. Apparently, when he was this stoned, he was just as flighty as Kitty was. That was almost funny to him, but what wasn’t funny to him was the almost ravenous hunger he felt settling in the pit of his stomach. “Fuck. I got the munchies.” This observation, Bradley made aloud. He stepped down from the stage. Unlike Kitty’s dramatic exit, he did not leap from the stage. He met eyes with Levi as he briefly considered asking him to go get some food, then figured he was probably busy with the redhead in his arms, so he decided to go it alone. He sniffed the air. A one man wolf pack, his THC-enhanced nose picked out the scents and flavors of something he had loved since he was a baby: fair food.

If he was in a cartoon, he would have found himself floating toward the tantalizing smells wafting into his nostrils. Once he arrived at the makeshift food truck gathering, Bradley could feel his eyes welling up with tears. It was a joyous occasion! There was food everywhere. What was that? Quesadillas? No… no, tacos. No, wait. Fried chicken!? The sweet maple hint of waffles?

Was this the greatest day of his life? Maybe if Kitty had sat on him. Wait, that was just the weed — Kitty was his little sister’s best friend. Bee would hit him with a shovel if she knew he had such thoughts. Wait a second, was that churros he smelled? Okay, nevermind, the day was back in the running for the greatest in his life.

He found himself wishing he had someone to share this moment with. Stella, Levi, his sister, his grandparents… hell, even the sheriff would have been better than complete solitude. Bradley wasn’t unaccustomed to being alone, but he was similarly unaccustomed to situations where it would be nice to have someone else there. It was one thing to get the munchies while alone in your room in Los Angeles and playing Final Fantasy 14, but it was an entirely different thing to get it at a fair. Fair food was special.

By the time he was sitting on the ground in front of the music stage, Bradley had two churros in each hand as he alternated which he took bites out of. Steaming bags of food sat on either side of him, and Bradly was pretty confident he was situated for the evening. In fact he may have bought too much food, though Bradly wouldn’t have admitted that even if he was sober. He wanted to have good snacks for the music show! He’d managed to get at least one thing from each stand, including a caramel apple he’d bought from Stella’s family cart.

He took another bite of the churro and felt himself melting into the grassy knoll upon which he sat. Hopefully the band didn’t suck, because if they did, he wasn’t sure he was going to have the energy to get up. At least not until he finished eating his feast. As he opened the container of chicken and waffles, he noticed an object fly from the sky and land in front of him: his wallet. That meant…

“Jesus, Bradley. What the fuck? You’re going to get fat again if you let the munchies win.” Abigail had returned from… well, wherever she had been.

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Abigail couldn’t help but stare as Em wandered away. She wasn’t staring in a ‘hate to see her go, but love to watch her leave’ angle. Bee felt it was more of a look of concern as she gazed after Em. Was she really in a position where she should be performing in front of a crowd? Let alone singing… she could barely speak without slurring her words. Still, she couldn’t help but feel good about the conversation. She’d never really been called cute before, at least not by someone who wasn’t a creep.

After Em walked away, she pulled headphones up over her ears, with a pleased smile on her lips. She’d secured a date with literally the most attractive person in Sanctuary, using money that wasn’t hers, and that felt insanely good. It helped that it was her bastard brother’s money, and that the date she was going to go on was a candlelit dinner and she might get to kiss a cute girl. What did the announcer say about her date again? … Em has always wanted to be treated to a candlelit dinner... Wait. Treated!? Does that mean I have to do all the work!? Abigail frowned. She hadn’t realized that in the heat of the moment. It wasn’t really her fault, Em was cute and distracting. Could she even… cook a candlelit dinner? Probably not…

Whatever, that was a different day’s problem. She had to get her date’s number and then tell her when to meet at her place. Should I have done that before she walked off? I suck. She’d figure the details out later, it was a problem for another day. As she stepped away from the auction stage, Bee wondered how that was even legal. Was baiting for charity donations with eligible bachelors and bachelorettes normal? She knew just as well as anyone else that no one was going to a date auction for the charity. It was for kissing.

Method Man tear the roof off
Jump in the pit

As the music reached its crescendo in her headphones, Bee thought about how she was going to handle this. She was self-aware enough to know that she needed to earn a kiss if she was going to get one (she was well on her way though!). Even if she’d technically purchased the date off the market, that guaranteed nothing. She’d have to make sure Em had a good time if she was going to get any kisses at all, let alone one that was memorable. Did she know anything about Em? Only vaguely. She and Em hadn’t been that close in high school, but neither of them had finished. Was that something they could connect over? Abigail thought about how she felt about high school and how that had gone for her. She dismissed that idea, realizing it was stupid. No one wanted to talk about high school — especially if they fucking dropped out.

Wandering through the festival as she waited for the concert to start, Bee found a popcorn vendor and was happy to carry the bag around as she walked. Did she know anyone who knew anything about Em? Abigail thought about it as she tossed a handful of popcorn in her mouth. Chewing thoughtfully, she considered all the people she knew. There weren't many. It was mostly her brother and…

“OH. MY. GOD. KITTY.”

She didn’t even think about Kitty! How did she forget!? Kitty and Em were FUCKING FAMILY. Kitty probably had all the cheat codes! She almost fumbled it as she pulled her phone out and rapidly threw her fingers across the keyboard.

To: Kit-Kat
KAYLEIGH. I need you to give me the tech to make sure Bee has a good time
I didn’t spend thousands of my brother’s hard earned dollars to not kiss her

Satisfied with that, Abigail dropped her phone in her pocket. She knew Kitty well enough that she was almost expecting a burst of text messages that hardly acknowledged what she was asking for, so she decided to ignore the buzzing once it started. Instead, Abigail focused on finding her way back toward the performance stage. She did want to watch the show after all, and she needed to eventually find her brother and return his wallet to him.

Once she got there, she could see her brother sitting square in front of the center of the stage, as close as he could get without stepping on it. More importantly, she could see the bags of food he was surrounded by, and it made her scowl as she scarfed down popcorn. Stomping over to him, Abigail yeeted her brother’s wallet as hard as she could and it flew threw the air.

“Jesus, Bradley. What the fuck? You’re going to get fat again if you let the munchies win.”

Bradley turned to look at Abigail with wide, bloodshot eyes. “I thought Kitty was going to sit on my lap earlier. Sorry… I should have kept that to myself.”

“OW!” Bradley complained, reaching up to rub the spot on his arm where Bee had socked him.

“What? You’re letting the intrusive thoughts win! Shut up! Kitty wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole. Can I have some food?”

“You have popcorn.” Bradley protested as he grabbed his wallet and slid it back into his pocket as he popped what was left of his churros into his mouth, shaking his head. His voice was somewhat bitter. Abigail was trying, once again, to ruin his day - only this time, Bradley was simply not having it.

And Bee knew her brother well enough to know when her presence wasn’t wanted. “Fine. Enjoy your snacks then. I guess I’ll go get my own!”She huffed, and then spun to stomp off to bother someone else instead.

“AND SAVE ME A SEAT! I NEED A FRONT ROW FOR EM’S SONG!”

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

_{Interacting with @Viciousmarrow (Emily)
Location: Near the auction stage}

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As Abigail was asked the dumbest series of questions she could remember being asked, she frowned. It seemed her future date was drunk. More accurately, she was trashed. Em was slurring her words to the point where Bee could barely understand her, but luckily that didn’t make her any less cute. Actually, Bee reasoned to herself. It kind of makes her cuter. The bright red blush on Em’s cheeks was almost as bright as the red hair on her head. She didn’t initially respond to the accusations that Em was spitting, instead taking in the situation.

It was almost like an anime with the finger jutting in her chest and Emily so close to her face that Bee could see the color of her lips. Was she gonna fall? She seemed a little shaky as she wobbled and waited for Bee to give her the answers she was demanding. Bee almost considered walking away and leaving Em to her own thoughts, just to be dramatic, but she had her wits about her well enough to justify those thoughts as the weed coursing through her bloodstream.

“Why would I put your name in the thing then spend a bunch of money that isn’t mine to win you? Isn’t that just like… asking you out with extra steps?” Abigail asked, tilting her head as she looked into Emily’s eyes. Please. If I had the balls to ask someone out, I wouldn’t have needed to steal my brother’s wallet. I should probably give that back to him… Bee thought to herself, her lips once again curling into a frown as she caught sight of Bradley walking away from the stage in the corner of her eye. Who had even signed up for him to go up there? It didn’t seem like the kind of thing that Brad would have done for himself.

“You didn't put yourself in the auction!? I didn’t bid on you because I hate you! Why would I hate you? You’re cute and funny.” Both were true, and both were the reasons she’d bid so high. Bee had waited patiently for someone worth her money to walk onto stage, and as soon as Em had she’d been quick to seize the opportunity. “You’re stressing too much. You should smoke some weed.” Bee suggested. If she had any extra on her, she would have handed it over then and there, but she only had her pen and the emergency joint tucked away in her purse.

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready to play music, anyway?” She asked Emily, finally taking a step away. “Uh… I need to go find my brother. You gonna be okay, killer? I don’t want you to die before we go out.”

REZORT: VACATION FROM HELL {looking for players/interest}

i too am interested

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

_{Interactions: @The Muse (Levi) & @LovelyComplex (Stella)
Location: Abigail's Treehouse, then the Festival}

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From: Bradley
Gram and Gramps want me to make sure you go to the festival.
They say you’re spending too much time in your tree house lately… Which is kind of true? You’re probably there now. I have work to do, Bee. You gotta do your part.

Abigail looked at her phone, but didn’t bother replying. Instead, she brought her vape pen to her lips and drew in another hit. Her fourth? Fifth? Maybe seventh? Of the day. She’d stopped keeping track, but she knew the last thing she wanted to do was give her brother what he wanted. Do her part? Bradley hadn’t done his part since he’d left, and he definitely wasn’t doing it now that he’d moved back. All he’d done was make things worse. They had to live in a hotel for like two weeks while the foundation of their home was redone. It was stupid.

She blew the smoke out and navigated to the Spotify app on her phone, turning on a song and increasing the volume. She scoffed as she glanced at her messages one last time before tossing it to the side of the beanbag she was sitting in. I’m really so predictable, aren’t I? She said to herself as she slumped into the beanbag she was sitting in and reached to the right, where her trusty box of Nintendo Power magazines was. Of course she was in the treehouse. Where else was she supposed to be?

The treehouse was the only thing in her life that seemed safe anymore. Her brother had changed their house, changed the flower shop, changed the tea garden… he’d changed everything except for the treehouse. It was her last bastion, something her father had started and she’d finished with her grandfather. There had been additions throughout the years, especially as Abigail got older and grew an interest in building and engineering. There was a rope bridge attaching the treehouse to the window of her bedroom in the house. An idea she’d latched onto from her father before her parents' passing.

Before she could get lost in the sauce, the trapdoor in the treehouse popped open and she frowned as she saw her brother’s head pop up, putting his arms on either side of the treehouse floor to pull his upper body into the room as he spoke. “Abigail. Come on, you have to do stuff. You can’t just rot in here.” His words were met by Abigail holding up a middle finger and ignoring him as she continued to read about Majora’s Mask. Bradley didn’t pull himself into the treehouse, respecting his sister’s boundaries in his own way.

Stuff? What kind of an idiot says ‘stuff?’ Be specific, Bradley! When she realized he wasn’t going to leave, Abigail finally spoke. “There’s a weed holiday this week.” She said, not looking up from her magazine as she licked her finger to turn the page. Her words hung in the air for an eternity, or at least it felt like one to her. Mercifully, her brother responded.

“What? 4/20 is the only weed holiday.”

“Ha!” Abigail snorted in a laugh as she shook her head. “You’re so naive, Bradley.” The words could have been speaking about her brother lacking the critical information of the so called ‘weed holiday,’ or she could have been unloading months of unspoken annoyance. “7/10 upside down looks like the word oil. So concentrates are on sale.” She pulled the magazine down, just far enough so that Bradley could see the brim of her hat and her eyes glaring daggers into him.

“What? That’s stupid, come on. They’re just making things up!”

“Everybody makes things up, Bradley! That’s what language is, stupid idiot.” She hissed, snapping the magazine shut so Bradly could see her whole face, including the frustrated look and scowl on her lips as she kept talking. “If you really want me to go hang out at the festival and —” She shuddered. “ — be nice to people. Then… give me weed money.” She held out an open palm expectantly.

Bradley stared at her. “You can’t be serious. Why would I give you weed money?”

“Big fuckin’ Bradley! Has house money, doesn’t have money to buy his baby sister snacks! Got that software developer money, but don’t got buy his baby sister weed money. Why don’t you fucking go the festival? I don’t even have funnel cake money you asshole.” Finished with laying into her brother, Abigail let out a huff of frustration, close to throwing her hands into the air.

“...alright. Alright fine.” With one hand, Bradley reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, opening it up and peeling off a couple of bills, which he placed in Abigail’s open palm. When she continued to stare, Bradley grumbled but ultimately peeled off another one, handing it over. “There.” He finally said and for the first time, Abigail smiled. In a way, it made Bradley feel like his brotherly efforts were fulfilled. Maybe, he thought, maybe she’ll forgive me…

“Now shoo, fly. Don’t bother me. The festival probably doesn’t start for like, what? Another fifteen, twenty minutes?”

“...Bee.”

“What?”

“It’s 8 P.M. That’s why gram sent me to come get you.” Bradley said, and he watched the gears turn in his sister’s head, her mind spinning behind glazed, bloodshot eyes. He wondered what she was thinking for a few moments, before he said. “Good luck, stoner.” It seemed she would need it. With that, Bradley began to head down the steps and back toward the ground.

Abigail frowned as the gears clicked, the words she’d heard clicked in her mind. It was eight!? At night?! Forget not having money for funnel cake, there wasn’t going to be any funnel cake by the time she showed up at the festival. For fuck’s sake, had she missed all of the fun activities? What about knocking the chief into the tank of water? That was what he deserved, for telling her that she couldn’t skate the quad at the high school. It was summer Tommy. Nobody gives a shit about the high school quad in summer. “Fuck.”

Abigail hopped off of her beanbag and grabbed her messenger bag. Her father had given it to her when she turned 6 years old, after they’d watched Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark together for the first time. Abigail had bravely decided she wanted to be an archaeologist like Dr. Jones when she grew up, and her father had been happy to give her the bag he’d carried his things in during college. These days, it didn’t carry books, pens, or even notepads. Instead, it carried Abigail’s ‘necessities,’ or at least what she considered necessities.

If someone asked what she might carry in the bag when she was younger, she would have said she’d carry a whip, a gun, a Swiss army knife, a notepad and a set of colored pencils. Of course, the days of Abigail’s childhood had long since passed. No, she didn’t carry any whips or utility tools, instead the bag held her favorite My Melody plushie, a sketchbook complete with a set of colored pencils, forty dollars in cash, an unopened bag of spicy nacho Doritos, a half eaten bag of Cooler Ranch Doritos, what was left of a green apple Gatorade, a set of polaroids she’d taken in a photobooth with Kitty, and finally several mostly used flavored lip balms. Abigail claimed she liked the flavored ones so she could let whoever she was kissing decide which one she should wear, but the reality was simple: she licked her lips a lot and enjoyed the taste.

All in all, Abigail reckoned her entire life was in that bag, or at least all the parts that mattered.

She stepped out onto the balcony of her treehouse, then sat down with her bag on her chest as she situated herself on the red slide that spiraled down around the oak tree and to the grass surrounding it. Was it childish to take the slide? Absolutely. Did she do it every single time she was exiting her fortress? Of course she did! God willing, neither she nor her brother would have any children anytime soon, but their parents had paid for the slide and she was going to get a lifetime’s use out of the fucking thing. She jumped up to her feet and found herself face-to-face with her brother. “What?”

“You want a ride?” Bradley asked, dangling the key to his car on a single finger. Though she’d never regretted not having a license before then, she begrudgingly nodded and Bradley grinned. Abigail resisted responding, and Bradley knew he had to sweeten the deal. “You can run the aux.” Abigail thought about it, but finally nodded. Bradley watched as she threw her skateboard in the backseat.

“Can I hit your pen?” Bradley asked as he slid into the driver’s seat. He heard the car door next to him slam shut, and he waited for Abigail to respond. Abigail’s fingers were dancing on her phone screen, and with a click music began to fill the cab of the car. It was only then that she held out her dab pen to her brother.

“Bradley, when did you get so daring? Smoking weed? And driving?” She asked, raising a curious eyebrow as her brother took the pen and inhaled. Abigail kept talking, “wonder what gram and gramps would say. Geeze, killer calm down.” She said, reaching out to snatch the pen from her brother’s hand as he rolled the window down to let the smoke out. Abigail rolled her eyes. He didn’t even blow O’s! “Don’t fucking smoke it all, fucker. You technically haven’t bought me more yet!” She protested, and Bradley coughed as he started to drive away.

“I have to smoke enough weed to be sociable. Otherwise this is going to be… hellacious. It’s going to be bad enough.” Something gave him a bad feeling. Was it the lack of texts from Levi bragging about whatever nonsense he’d gotten up to that night? Honestly, it probably was. Either way, Bradley already knew where he was going. “I heard the Serrano family has a petting zoo here. I can think of nowhere I’d rather be. They just have animals there, for you to pet.”

“God. My brother is fucking autistic.” Abigail mumbled, before she grabbed the volume dial and cranked it up as the hook came on. She was done with the conversation, and wouldn’t be participating anymore. The message, it seemed, was received.

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After they finally found a parking place for the festival, Bradley stopped the car. Before he could even give his sister a word, she was out of the car and off. Her bag was slung over her back and she held her skateboard in her hands. Bradley stepped out of the car and spoke at her back, “Bee! Make sure you’re back here before midnight, okay?”

“I’m not a kid, Bradley! I could be taking someone home tonight, you’ll never know.” She said, holding up a certain finger as she walked away. She knew where she was going: The date auction. With a bit of money in her pocket from her brother, she was going to buy whoever took her fancy. Honestly, the idea of buying someone at all vaguely interested her, that there was a chance she could kiss them only made it better.

Bradley, meanwhile, was content to wander. It was only a few minutes of wandering before he found himself holding a churro in one hand and his phone in the other. He was determined to find the petting zoo before the festival ended, but he was currently having trouble. Which was why he quickly texted the only person he thought might know: Levi.

To: Levi
do u know where the petting zoo is
i rly wanna pet a boat
goat. i mean goat. who would pet a boat?

He chuckled at himself as he looked at the typo before he dropped his phone into his pocket and took another bite of his churro. Then, he saw someone in the corner of his view. Someone pretty. Someone with pretty, long, dark hair. Someone… short, wow she was short. And she had… pretty eyes. Wait a second, Bradley knew that girl!

“OH MY GOD. Stella! Hi! Do you know where the petting zoo is!?” Confidently, he approached her. She might even know where Levi was!

Pokémon Journeys (1x1 or small group)

I also like Pokemon. Are we out of slots?

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

Bee

_{Abigail ‘Bee’ Thompson || 02/14/1999 || 24 years old || Bisexual || #F8BDC3}

Appearance:

• First and foremost: PLEASE ignore the neck tattoos that Midjourney for some reason gave her. I couldn’t get Midjourney to fuck off.
• Abigail has many piercings! She has several in each ear, and a stud in her nose. She also has a belly button piercing and it’s entirely possible she has more most people aren’t privy to
• She is short and smol, standing at roughly 5’3”
• Abigail has very vivid facial expressions
• Her voice is best described as silky, luscious, or sultry. It’s anyone’s guess if she means it or not, but sometimes Abigail seems to deliberately say certain things to get a rise out of people

Occupation:

Abigail arguably works for her grandparents’s family shop and tea garden: Magnolia Manors. Mostly, she exists in the shop sometimes.

Biography:

Abigail, more commonly known around Sanctuary as ‘Bee,’ is a spirited young woman who thrives on chaos. Born and raised in Sanctuary, her entire life has been one long journey to leave this place, something that was stopped at the last second by her elder brother; a transgression which Bee will never forgive. She finds solace and freedom in skateboarding, something that she has done since she was barely four years old. Her father was a professional, and taught her as much as he could before he and his wife tragically passed away in a skiing accident in the Alps when she was seven years old.

From then on, she and her brother were raised by their grandparents. While her brother bounced back from the tragedy, Abigail never really did. Despite being as gifted as her brother in academics, Abigail dropped out of high school in the final stretch: the first semester of senior year. Since then, she has struggled to make any progress toward leaving Sanctuary, and often finds herself yearning for something more than what the town has to offer.

She can often be found ‘working’ at her aging grandparents’s flower shop, Magnolia Manors. This really just means that Abigail can sometimes be found behind the counter. Whether or not she’ll actually ring someone up is anyone’s guess.

Misc:

• She loves Sanrio (her favorite is My Melody)
• Abigail is an avid weed smoker, if she had money or ambition she would open a dispensary, which she would call Emerald Studios. Unfortunately, she has neither.
• If she hears one more time about how much potential she’s wasted, she might scream
• She loves music and is never found without her headphones around her neck
• Her precious hat, which only leaves her head to shower, was a gift from a dear friend. Abigail has lovingly pinned it with accessories and stickers she’s somehow gotten to stay on the fabric. It is her most prized and beloved possession
• She cannot drive a car, not that it matters in a place like Sanctuary. Anywhere that matters, she can skateboard to. Once in a while, Abigail can be found riding around town on a dirt bike that's not exactly street legal and she never wears a helmet on. What are they gonna do? Arrest her?

Brad

_{Bradley Thompson || 30 || 01/02/1993 || Heterosexual || #FFAA19}

Appearance:

• Shockingly tall, especially compared to his sister. 6’3”
• Wears an expensive watch

Occupation:

Works remotely as a cloud engineer for a software company based in Silicon Valley. Moved away from Sanctuary and lived in California after graduating high school, only came back because of his ailing grandparents

Biography:

Most people who know Bradley Thompson these days would be surprised to hear he’s from a rural place like Sanctuary. He’s been living in California since he graduated high school fourteen years ago and moved away to go to school in California. Since then, Bradley has changed. When he first left, he would come back to Sanctuary at almost every opportunity, but that slowed over time. Once a month became during the holidays, that became the ‘real holidays,’ which eventually became just Christmas. Despite what his sister and some of the other locals think, Bradley would have loved to come by more often but as he made it through college and his career began to take off, it became difficult.

With that difficulty came distance. His grandparents barely understood how to turn a smartphone on, and his baby sister would barely talk to him. Bradley lost touch with what was happening back home, he didn’t hear about his sister dropping out of high school until her nineteenth birthday — the catalyst for his rocky relationship with Abigail. After a screaming match over the phone, Bradley retracted his offer to allow her to move in with him so she could get out of Sanctuary. Despite his best attempts, their relationship is rocky at best.

It wasn’t until his grandmother called him and let him know that they were barely able to keep the doors open to the flower shop and that the bank was going to be knocking on the door to foreclose on his childhood home sometime soon that Bradley had a realization that being this disconnected from home was not okay. He worked it out with his superiors, and agreed to take on a remote position.

Moving back, Bradley has been struggling to juggle reconnecting with his sister, old friends, and reigniting old flames. He’s taken a position as the manager of the flower shop, and has also been remodeling the house — which he paid off as one of the first things he did after arriving.

Misc:

• Voted most likely to succeed when he graduated high school
• Eagle scout
• Smokes weed, but does it secretly because he thinks his grandparents wouldn’t approve. They would, and they smoke themselves, but Bradley is too anxious to admit it.
• He knows nothing about flowers and desperately relies on his sister to teach him things. She mostly refuses.
• Somewhat misses the hustle and bustle of California

Marvel: Judgment Day

Anthony Stark

Iron Man || New York City born & raised || 48 years old || Avengers Team Leader

History

Anthony Stark was adopted at birth by industrialist Howard Stark and his wife, Maria Stark. With his considerable resources, it would be easy for Tony Stark to find and reconnect with his birth parents - if they’re even alive - but he has no interest in that. Even when he was very young, Tony was only interested in one thing: moving forward. He was very young when his parents died in a tragic car accident due to faulty brakes, and he took over their munitions company: Stark Industries.

Under Tony’s watchful eye, the company grew from a munitions firm into a multinational corporation with a range of interests covering all types of contemporary scientific industry, and with Tony at the helm of Stark Industries’s R&D division the company became the leading figure in the cutting edge of electronics. He purchased the car company that built the car his parents were driving, and fixed the errors in the brake system himself.

While showing off new military tech in an active warzone, Tony Stark’s escort back home was attacked. In the attack, shrapnel was lodged in his chest and he was kidnapped. When his captors tried to force him to build Stark Industries weapons, Tony Stark reacted in the only way he knew how: defiantly. With the help of another captor as his assistant, Stark fashioned a rudimentary version of one his projects back home: the Arc Reactor. He used it to power a massive suit of armor he piloted to escape captivity.

Tony Stark became a man obsessed with fixing the damage he’d done. Having seen what Stark Industries weapons had done to destabilize peace around the world, Tony Stark became the world’s first superhero: he began dismantling military sects utilizing his weapons, and continually iterated on his suit to improve its usability.

Tony threw himself at his work, constantly upgrading and looking forward toward the next mission. It was all that mattered, and his personal relationships suffered. His relationship with his assistant, Pepper Potts, never recovered.

It wasn’t until after an incident where Tony duked it out with an enemy in the streets of New York that he went public as Iron Man.

From there, the story of Iron Man is so well known even a five year old could tell it. Everyone knows the entire story: Following the incident in New York, Tony Stark led the Avengers alongside Steve Rogers for years to come. It wasn’t until recently that Tony Stark invented time travel, defeated the Mad Titan Thanos, and brought everyone back from the Blip.

Following that, Earth became an Avengers world: the first of many. To this day, Tony Stark is still recovering from the damage he sustained using the Infinity Stones, but the legend of a single snap of his fingers has reached the farthest reaches of the universe. Tony Stark leads Earth’s mightiest heroes from the comfort of Avenger’s mountain, mainly piloting his suits as drones when he needs to be involved, and trying to discover a way to heal his body to a point where he can be physically involved once again.

He’s always looking forward to the next threat, the next mission, the next thing he needs to do to protect his universe.

Powers

Billionaire, philanthropist, playboy… Tony Stark is many things, but a ‘super-powered’ hero is not one of them. Compared to some of his peers, Anthony Stark is little more than a man in a tin-suit. His greatest strength is his intellect, ranging from his ability to build things such as the aforementioned tin-suit, to being able to accurately predict what will happen in events such as the superhero civil war. Tony ranks among the most brilliant minds in the multiverse, and is widely regarded as the greatest engineer, and Reed Richards considers him to be the greatest multitasker of all time.

Using his mind, Tony built the Iron Man suit, where he gains his more heroic powers. While in the suit, Tony is capable of the following:

• Flight
• Super Strength
• Super Speed
• Repulsor Rays
• Unibeam
• Energy Blade
• Lasers
• Missiles
• Telepath Tasers (designed to prevent telepaths from using their powers)
• Telepathy inhibition (Tony’s armor can block telepathic signals)
• Energy Shields

Tony Stark was able to create all of this and more on his own. The armor has gone through many, many renditions, and likely will go through many more. A person like Tony Stark never stops innovating.

Story Arcs

Superheroes Anonymous: Tony Stark leads a group similar to Alcoholics Anonymous for superheroes who have had substance abuse issues related to the stress of their work.

Finding Love: Tony Stark has only ever loved one thing in this world, himself. Nursing his wounds, he will hopefully have time to build a relationship.

Healing: Tony needs to heal from the battle at the Avengers compound against Thanos in more ways than one. He deals with PTSD from the incident to this day.