Still Waters Run Deep (Character Thread)
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MsBloom
Moonchild
- Joined
- Jul 24, 2020
- Location
- Northern Europe
Robin Beddow
Age: 17
Height: 5'9
Weight: 136 lbs
(Breasts: 30A)
Hair: Brown.
Eyes: Light brown.
Pronouns: Singular They, Their, Them
They recently lost their mother and step father in a car crash and has now been forced to move to their biological father in Sedgwick, Middle-of-Nowhere, a small town of just under 2000 people about half an hour's drive from Wichita, Kansas.
They can appear shy and awkward from the outside but that has more to do with their new surroundings having been moved from Boston to the middle of nowhere where persons such as them are barely even a theoretical possibility.
They are a talented writer of poetry and erotic short-stories with three self-published books in minimal editions. They are of course, like every other talented young writer, working on the next great novel.
(I have made Robin substantially taller than Elliot since at 5'1 it would perhaps be easier to define them as female due to height alone, or a male bordering on being a midget. At 5'9 it becomes more ambiguous, either a tall female or a relatively average male. And because of this also edited their weight, the breast size is accurate to Elliot though as are hair and eyes.)
Age: 17
Height: 5'9
Weight: 136 lbs
(Breasts: 30A)
Hair: Brown.
Eyes: Light brown.
Pronouns: Singular They, Their, Them
They recently lost their mother and step father in a car crash and has now been forced to move to their biological father in Sedgwick, Middle-of-Nowhere, a small town of just under 2000 people about half an hour's drive from Wichita, Kansas.
They can appear shy and awkward from the outside but that has more to do with their new surroundings having been moved from Boston to the middle of nowhere where persons such as them are barely even a theoretical possibility.
They are a talented writer of poetry and erotic short-stories with three self-published books in minimal editions. They are of course, like every other talented young writer, working on the next great novel.
(I have made Robin substantially taller than Elliot since at 5'1 it would perhaps be easier to define them as female due to height alone, or a male bordering on being a midget. At 5'9 it becomes more ambiguous, either a tall female or a relatively average male. And because of this also edited their weight, the breast size is accurate to Elliot though as are hair and eyes.)
Xavier Rollins
Age: 53
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 195 lbs
Hair: Salt and Pepper
Eyes: Green
Xavier is the Chief of Police in Sedgwick, Kansas, he is the only full-time police officer in the town. Most of his law enforcement career had been in Kansas City where he rose to the rank of precinct Captain before taking this job as sort of a pre-retirement gig and an opportunity to move out into the country and be a 'gentleman farmer' as he liked to call it. It was little more than a hobby but he enjoyed the slower lifestyle and his wife Abigail was still able to teach, albeit at a lesser school in Wichita. He rationalized it, without consulting her, as a way from them to have their own space after more than 30 years of marriage and 3 kids. He just assumed what was best for him would be best for her, it was the way of marriage, or so he considered it.
He is outwardly a rather conservative WASP male who knows the world is changing around him but doing his best to keep the barbarians outside the gates even as he does his best to deal with the change he can neither control or fully understand. He has been in love with Abigail since the moment he saw her and though he suspected she had a rather interesting life before they began dating, he never pressed her for details and she has been quite conservative ever since.. Their lives are intertwined through habit and financial entanglements more than passion at this point though they do still share the same bed even if each keeps to their own side these most nights. As he has gotten older he has found that their traditional 'vanilla' sex life is no longer enough to arouse him. At the same time he has discovered porn and has become secretly addicted and his sex life has slowly spiraled into needing more heavily erotic content to reach and maintain arousal. He can't imagine Abigail consenting to some of the things he finds erotic, and even if she did, was it the kind of thing he could do to the mother of his children?
He is not at all involved in his wife's work so he knows nothing about her LGBT advocacy, nor does he invite her into his work life. But with the kids gone, that is about all each of them has anymore. Or so he thinks.
Age: 53
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 195 lbs
Hair: Salt and Pepper
Eyes: Green
Xavier is the Chief of Police in Sedgwick, Kansas, he is the only full-time police officer in the town. Most of his law enforcement career had been in Kansas City where he rose to the rank of precinct Captain before taking this job as sort of a pre-retirement gig and an opportunity to move out into the country and be a 'gentleman farmer' as he liked to call it. It was little more than a hobby but he enjoyed the slower lifestyle and his wife Abigail was still able to teach, albeit at a lesser school in Wichita. He rationalized it, without consulting her, as a way from them to have their own space after more than 30 years of marriage and 3 kids. He just assumed what was best for him would be best for her, it was the way of marriage, or so he considered it.
He is outwardly a rather conservative WASP male who knows the world is changing around him but doing his best to keep the barbarians outside the gates even as he does his best to deal with the change he can neither control or fully understand. He has been in love with Abigail since the moment he saw her and though he suspected she had a rather interesting life before they began dating, he never pressed her for details and she has been quite conservative ever since.. Their lives are intertwined through habit and financial entanglements more than passion at this point though they do still share the same bed even if each keeps to their own side these most nights. As he has gotten older he has found that their traditional 'vanilla' sex life is no longer enough to arouse him. At the same time he has discovered porn and has become secretly addicted and his sex life has slowly spiraled into needing more heavily erotic content to reach and maintain arousal. He can't imagine Abigail consenting to some of the things he finds erotic, and even if she did, was it the kind of thing he could do to the mother of his children?
He is not at all involved in his wife's work so he knows nothing about her LGBT advocacy, nor does he invite her into his work life. But with the kids gone, that is about all each of them has anymore. Or so he thinks.
GentleAbi1955
Planetoid
- Joined
- Apr 10, 2021
Dr. Abigail Rollins
Age: 51
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 137lbs
Breasts: 38D
Mother of 3 grown kids who are moved on with their lives
Hair: Shoulder Length - Light Brown, but usually kept in a bun, especially at work
Eyes: Hazel
Dress: Conservative. Professor Abigail always wears skirts.
Professor Abigail teaches history at a small university right in Wichita. She had been a full professor at a University in Kansas City, holding a prestigious chair in Classics and Greek and teaching graduate students, in addition to overseeing the undergraduate program. But her husband of many years had decided, without consulting her, that they needed a change of pace once the children were out of the house, done with college and beginning their lives. So without any consultation at all, he took this position in Sedgwick and simply presented it to her as a done deal. She was of course furious, hurt, angry and fed up. It was all about him. Everything was all about him. He never even considered asking her how she might feel about this. It had always been that way. But after some spirited resisting, and then commuting back to Kansas City for a semester she was able to find a history position in Wichita, and so she gave in. But the new school had no use for her classics background or her ability in ancient languages. The job was a step down, and even though she signed on with tenure her pay was substantially less. The net result was that she was filled with resentment towards her husband, even as she found her new teaching environment pleasant and decidedly less stressful than her previous one.
Being less stressful essentially meant she had less to do – fewer committee assignments, fewer overall responsibilities and her teaching load was exclusively undergraduate history survey courses (including some college prep classes) which required less preparation than the grad courses she had taught in KC. With the extra time she found herself pondering the big questions of what was important in life and she began to realize that her life was lacking in many ways. For one thing she had always been progressive. Her husband didn’t seem to recognize this. He thought she was just over sensitive (“typical of a woman” he would say when he dismissed her opinions and concerns). In KC the university was relatively progressive. This was not true in Wichita and she found certain attitudes, behaviors and policies absolutely intolerable. One issue in particular struck a deep chord – LGBTQ rights. The campus (and the town) were downright homophobic and unaccepting of anyone who was gender fluid. She took on this issue and became the faculty advisor for the LGBTQ group, advocated for their acceptance and access to spaces for meetings and had some success. This wasn’t the only issue she championed: women’s rights, racism, anti-semitism all were on her list. Some of her colleagues and students adored her for her leadership and courage; some despised her. But since it was in Wichita and her husband was in Sedgwick he was totally oblivious to all of this.
Overall she was pretty well liked. The students recognized her brilliance and her superior teaching ability. But she was quirky in the classroom. She tended to be prissy, buttoned-up, impatient and could be pretty demanding and insensitive. It was her way of maintaining her authority in class. If the assignment was due next Wednesday it had better be ready next Wednesday. She gave extensions only in the case of extreme crises. This made her unpopular with students who may not have been committed, but her good students adored her.
Abi also began to revisit her past. Not only her progressively unhappy marriage with her husband; not only her interactions with her grown children – but her earlier life. She had had hippie parents, she had grown up in an environment of free love, nudity, sex, drugs and rock and roll. She began to explore this part of her and found a deep well of desire and intense longing. The farther she went in her self exploration the more her body and mind responded – she found herself often aroused, attracted and obsessed. She bought sex toys, found chat sites on the internet and developed some unusual online relationships. She remained faithful to her husband in deed, but not in desire or in her mind – that is if you don’t count virtual sex. This pushed her into some kinky places to which she responded positively. Not only that but she bought marijuana and smoked it in the woods behind her house.
And she rejected the judgmental Christianity of her husband. She had always been interested and attracted to ancient paganism and now found herself more and more exploring the modern manifestations of paganism. This she found brought a lot of threads together – she could use the drugs in rituals in the forest; she could dance naked and even masturbate as an offering. It all made her feel alive.
That her husband was left in the dust, well, too bad. She was so unhappy and resentful of him she had ceased caring. She even sometimes wished he would just have an affair so they could either break up or maybe it might rekindle a new way of being in relationship. But the odds of that happening were probably next to zero – well, except divorce and she had that under active consideration (even to the point of talking to a lawyer). It’s just that Abi lacked the courage to take that step.
Age: 51
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 137lbs
Breasts: 38D
Mother of 3 grown kids who are moved on with their lives
Hair: Shoulder Length - Light Brown, but usually kept in a bun, especially at work
Eyes: Hazel
Dress: Conservative. Professor Abigail always wears skirts.
Professor Abigail teaches history at a small university right in Wichita. She had been a full professor at a University in Kansas City, holding a prestigious chair in Classics and Greek and teaching graduate students, in addition to overseeing the undergraduate program. But her husband of many years had decided, without consulting her, that they needed a change of pace once the children were out of the house, done with college and beginning their lives. So without any consultation at all, he took this position in Sedgwick and simply presented it to her as a done deal. She was of course furious, hurt, angry and fed up. It was all about him. Everything was all about him. He never even considered asking her how she might feel about this. It had always been that way. But after some spirited resisting, and then commuting back to Kansas City for a semester she was able to find a history position in Wichita, and so she gave in. But the new school had no use for her classics background or her ability in ancient languages. The job was a step down, and even though she signed on with tenure her pay was substantially less. The net result was that she was filled with resentment towards her husband, even as she found her new teaching environment pleasant and decidedly less stressful than her previous one.
Being less stressful essentially meant she had less to do – fewer committee assignments, fewer overall responsibilities and her teaching load was exclusively undergraduate history survey courses (including some college prep classes) which required less preparation than the grad courses she had taught in KC. With the extra time she found herself pondering the big questions of what was important in life and she began to realize that her life was lacking in many ways. For one thing she had always been progressive. Her husband didn’t seem to recognize this. He thought she was just over sensitive (“typical of a woman” he would say when he dismissed her opinions and concerns). In KC the university was relatively progressive. This was not true in Wichita and she found certain attitudes, behaviors and policies absolutely intolerable. One issue in particular struck a deep chord – LGBTQ rights. The campus (and the town) were downright homophobic and unaccepting of anyone who was gender fluid. She took on this issue and became the faculty advisor for the LGBTQ group, advocated for their acceptance and access to spaces for meetings and had some success. This wasn’t the only issue she championed: women’s rights, racism, anti-semitism all were on her list. Some of her colleagues and students adored her for her leadership and courage; some despised her. But since it was in Wichita and her husband was in Sedgwick he was totally oblivious to all of this.
Overall she was pretty well liked. The students recognized her brilliance and her superior teaching ability. But she was quirky in the classroom. She tended to be prissy, buttoned-up, impatient and could be pretty demanding and insensitive. It was her way of maintaining her authority in class. If the assignment was due next Wednesday it had better be ready next Wednesday. She gave extensions only in the case of extreme crises. This made her unpopular with students who may not have been committed, but her good students adored her.
Abi also began to revisit her past. Not only her progressively unhappy marriage with her husband; not only her interactions with her grown children – but her earlier life. She had had hippie parents, she had grown up in an environment of free love, nudity, sex, drugs and rock and roll. She began to explore this part of her and found a deep well of desire and intense longing. The farther she went in her self exploration the more her body and mind responded – she found herself often aroused, attracted and obsessed. She bought sex toys, found chat sites on the internet and developed some unusual online relationships. She remained faithful to her husband in deed, but not in desire or in her mind – that is if you don’t count virtual sex. This pushed her into some kinky places to which she responded positively. Not only that but she bought marijuana and smoked it in the woods behind her house.
And she rejected the judgmental Christianity of her husband. She had always been interested and attracted to ancient paganism and now found herself more and more exploring the modern manifestations of paganism. This she found brought a lot of threads together – she could use the drugs in rituals in the forest; she could dance naked and even masturbate as an offering. It all made her feel alive.
That her husband was left in the dust, well, too bad. She was so unhappy and resentful of him she had ceased caring. She even sometimes wished he would just have an affair so they could either break up or maybe it might rekindle a new way of being in relationship. But the odds of that happening were probably next to zero – well, except divorce and she had that under active consideration (even to the point of talking to a lawyer). It’s just that Abi lacked the courage to take that step.