𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦

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[blackchapel]

BASIC INFORMATION
Full Name: Rudolph Ryan III
Nickname(s): Rudy Vacant. Don't you dare call him Rudolph. One more joke about a red nose and he's going to off himself.
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Sexual Orientation: Wouldn't you like to fuckin' know?
Occupation: Failed musician. Pawn shop clientele. Junkie fuck.
Apartment: Fifth floor, 5C.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 155 lbs.
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Dye your hair black, never look back.
Prominent Features/Distinguishing Marks: A mess of spiky black hair held up by Elmer's glue. Pale, sickly skin. Bags under his eyes as deep as the Mariana Trench. A lazily scrawled tattoo of the anarchy symbol on his chest even though his understanding of Anarchism begins and ends with 'fucking shit up'. A pervasive, ever present sense that he's better than you, even if all evidence points to the contrary.

General Physical Description: Here's a man who's sharpened his body like the blade of a knife, rough edges and infinite sorrow. Here's a man who's gotten out of the rat race of modern life; he's seen the light and, swear to god, it's blinding. Here's a man that's found a way to blend in with all the urban decay, all fall-apart-chic and abandoned-building-fabulous. Here he is and he lives in the apartment above you, stomping in his Doc Martens and playing a cacophony of music so loud that it doesn't even resembles music anymore. He's on something, you know. That's why he never takes off that leather jacket. He doesn't want you to see the track marks and jump to the worst possible conclusions, even though those conclusions are entirely accurate. He is the festering, stinking, greasy waste of matter that stains the countertop of American culture and there's nothing you can do to wipe him away. Leave him alone. Let him fester. Let him wallow. Let his skin sag off his bones and his eyes bulge from their sockets and his body turn to dust. Here's a man who lives for no other reason than to make you balk.

Well? Is it working yet?

PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION
Personality Traits:

• Rebellious - The trademark of most good punks and all good junkies. Rudy doesn't play by the rules. He's transcended. He's above it. He knows better.
• Brash - He's rude. He's noisy. He's overbearing. It's all on purpose.
• Impulsive - Once upon a time, Rudy might have looked before he leapt... and then he started jabbing a needle into his arms.
• Talented - Despite himself, Rudy is a creative powerhouse. He can paint like one of the Masters and play just about any instrument without even trying. The problem is, that talent is squandered.
• 'Authentic' - Whatever that fucking means.

Likes: When the blood begins to flow when it shoots up the dropper's neck. Punk music. Leather jackets that keep away the cold. Cheap thrills. Beer, if it's free. Cigarettes, if they're bummed. Junk food. Making art. Rebelling for the sake of rebellion. Measuring the exact circumference of 'rock bottom' and then deciding to take a little nap there.
Dislikes: Not getting his fix. That square, boring lifestyle with no alarms and no surprises. The big wig corporate music industry that tossed him out on his ass. His rich, fake, disgusting family. Normalcy. Every street and sidewalk and alleyway in Dawn Chorus, Tennessee.

HISTORY
Biography: To begin, it should be understood that things fall apart.

Constantly. Inevitably. Unfortunately. This is the way of the world: We're all in a state of turmoil and there are no handholds to slow the fall. When the spiral begins, you're destined to circle the drain for the rest of eternity. That's just the way it is and the way it goes. There's nothing for it. Lean back. Relax. It's all going to be okay. In the case of Rudy Vacant (born Rudolph Ryan III), things didn't so much 'fall apart' as they 'nosedived into oblivion'. It went like this...

Born to the affluent Ryan Family of Dawn Chorus, TN, the rest of Rudy's life was given to him on a silver platter. He would never have to want or work for anything; not money, not food, not a place to live… but that wasn't enough. From the very start, Rudy was a troublemaker, wanting nothing more than to rage against society's expectations. By eighteen, he'd dropped out of school and moved to New York City, blowing through his trust fund and trying to make it in the burgeoning punk scene. For a minute, it seemed like it was working.

He started a band called The Handjobs and set a course for stardom. They played the New York clubs and even got interest from record execs before the bubble burst. A year later, they were all addicted to heroin, living out of a shitty apartment over a butcher's shop. With the money long gone and his life skewing towards the gutter, Rudy made the hesitant decision to go home, get clean, and start over again…

A year later, living in the Merrywood and disowned by his family, Rudy is still stuck on the same horse he rode in on, sulking in his own petulance with thoughts of what might have been.

Notable Relationships:
Isadora - Former roommate. Kinda ex-girlfriend. Occasional life preserver when the seas get too rough. There's a lot of love there, but let's be honest, it's mostly hate.

Dottie - A maternal figure, despite what Rudy might say. A part of him looks up to her. Another part of him wonders if she'd notice her jewelry missing.

 

[Keith Logan]

BASIC INFORMATION
Full Name: Theodore Reagan
Nickname(s): Goldfish
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Ethnicity: European - British
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Occupation: Maintenance and handyman
Apartment: Basement - Maintenance Office

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 159 lbs
Eye Color: Dark yellow
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Prominent Features/Distinguishing Marks: Everything. The whole is greater than the sum of its parts. He is blonde, his pupils an unusual yellow hue, his skin, a natural light golden tan. Thus the nickname, goldfish. It was only inevitable that he found the goldfish as his spirit animal. Otherwise, he is handsome.

General Physical Description: Wasted, unmaintained combat-fit build. His hair is messy. His dress sense is shabby, but his clothes always smelt great. His nails usually longer than the typical male and dirty due to the nature of his work. The man has all the potential to be a fine lad - if he only just tried. Presently, he is just the epitome of what confusion entails.

PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION
Personality Traits:

• Eccentric - His upbringing that deviated from the lives of normal kids progressively made him think differently from the crowd.
• Excessively Extroverted - To make up for the times he never had a family to talk to.
• Wanderlust - One of his favourite things to do to help him curb his loneliness.
• Timid - Convent upbringing was strict. He was nurtured into being compliant to authorities, thus why the military was a good fit for him while it lasted.
• Insecure - He never has got anyone to rely on for long. As such, he has never felt stability for the longest time.

Likes: Companionship, intellectual challenge, cuddles, mysteries
Dislikes: Boredom, abandonment, lack of structure, confrontation

HISTORY
Biography: According to his earliest carers, Theodore was about 6 months old when he was placed in a basket by the footsteps of a nunnery. The nuns took him in and raised him up in the convent. When he turned seven, he was educated in an affiliated community catholic school. For a moment in time then, there was a popular passing joke among the juveniles in his school in which kids would tease and bully the weirder unpopular students, that they were 'good for nothings that were left to be abandoned in a box at birth'. The irony was that while Theodore was eccentric, he was actually well-liked by his peers, thanks to his unique sense of humour. Even more ironic, was that he was one of the culprits that used semblance of his life story as a joke against the bullied. As a kid, he was none the wiser about the implications of tyranny. He simply thought that being with the 'cool kids' felt like a much needed respite against his otherwise tragic life story. It felt good to be in control of his social relationships, which was sorely lacking for the most parts of his earlier life, even though he knew it meant laughing at his own plight.

When Theodore came of age, he joined the military and served for a good decade and a half. Times weren't as bad as it was during world war two. But he had been thrown into the field long enough to feel drained by the end of his stint with the military. In particular, he was somewhat traumatized in his latter years when he was randomly reassigned to serve in the expanding Intelligence command to adapt to the needs of the cold war, where he was personally involved in the process of interrogation and the extraction of information from captured spies and covert agents. The various methods used were... psychologically scarring. Plus, human ethics were still at its infancy back in the days. He didn't have anyone to turn to to relieve his accumulation of guilt. And in his final year before he left the institute, he made an unexpected impulse purchase of Nugget, which then became his pet goldfish. Turns out, Nugget was really therapeutic and cathartic for him. He spoke to it all the time simply because he has got no one else to talk and turn to. As firstly, while he was a popular lad, he never really had a genuine best friend nor a partner that went beyond friends with benefit before. And two, even if he had, the confidentiality clause meant that he had to keep his work-induced traumas to himself.

Timid Theodore could not see himself containing his emotions and keeping them under control for extended periods. Thus, he decided to leave the military as a second warrant officer. He put the training of his former military years as a combat engineer to good use and started his own agency as a freelance maintenance man. Life afterwards, has been a whole lot better for him.

Since opening his agency, he has gotten himself a decent clientele to be able to support himself modestly. He is a contractor to a number of residents around the region. But his most important source of income comes from the Merrywood apartment, where a disproportionate number of residents contracted him for maintenance work, thanks to the power of word of mouth. It eventually came to a point where he was given a space, which he converted it into the building's maintenance office, where he sometimes stayed overnight when it suited his schedule. Otherwise, he would usually prefer to return to the comforts of his own apartment, where he wouldn't be sleeping on a mattress on the floor, and there are windows which doesn't make it seem like he was living in a large prison cell.

Notable Relationships:
Nugget, his pet goldfish.

Isadora Marianne Ramirez - The first person in Merrywood whom he could truly call his friend.

Otherwise, orphaned and untraceable.

 

[Praxis]

BASIC INFORMATION
Full Name: Doctor Mark Pfefner (see: Pfefman, Pfefler, Pfeffer...)
Nickname(s): "Doc". For whatever reason, answers to: Mike, Dean, Dirk, and occasionally, Zed
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown. Possibly early to mid 40's.
Ethnicity: White (he himself will profess that he's "100% Nordic").
Sexual Orientation: Unknown. Aside from a near-constant stream of innuendo, lobbed toward Nurse Reddie, little is known about his romantic life. As a note, this print is framed in his office.
Occupation: Resident Doctor, White Feather Community Hospital. Owner of My Big Bowls (a specialty shop that focuses on large, custom-made bowls; ceramic, wood, steel, composite).
Major or Minor: Major. Though, Dawn Chorus has a longstanding history of going doctorless in a crisis.
Apartment: Non-Merrywood resident of DC. Is rumoured to operate a "private clinic" out of apartment 8A.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Height: 6'0"
Weight: Unknown. In Flux.
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Sandy Blonde/Light Brown
Prominent Features/Distinguishing Marks: Boyish good looks. Honest eyes. A magnetic, charming voice. A slight stutter/trouble pronouncing certain words, rooted in his dyslexia.

General Physical Description: A doctor walks into your waiting room. He smells, not bad exactly, but strongly of cologne (the inexpensive kind, sold at gas stations), cigarettes, and what can only be described as motorcycle leather. Not once, during your exam, does he make eye contact, though he does tell several, off-colour jokes, that fail to land. Strangely, he seems to deliver these in such monotone deadpan, that it's hard to tell if they're meant to be funny, or if they're some version of beside manner that's taught at the medical schools in American Samoa.

On his way out, he stubs his toe, and looses a tapestry of obscenities. After which, he apologizes, to no one in particular, and moves on to his next patient.

This is Dr. Mark Pfefler.

PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION
Personality Traits:

• Outspoken - He has a lot of big opinions, and, as an educated, pillar of his community, it's his responsibility to make them known.
• Distracted - It's next to, if not actually, impossible to hold his attention for any real length of time.
• Confident - Again, he's a doctor, and a man. Confidence comes in the box.
• Aloof - Like a lot of übermensch, connecting with his fellow man can be a challenge.
• Enigmatic - Who can say that they truly know the doctor?

Likes: Clean work areas. BBQ. Pierogi. His vacation home, in Jackson Hole, WY. "Betsy", his 1972 fastback Mustang. Wine. A nice stoagie.
Dislikes: Too many patients. Hospital inquiries. Questions. Nurse Reddie's "look". Paperwork. Public transportation. Any mention of "Austin, TX". Bond Movies.

HISTORY
Biography: A short biography in the Dawn Chorus Bi-Monthly, printed a week after his hiring as the town's doctor reads: Born in Buffalo, NY. Dr. Mark Pfeffler (sic) began his career in medicine in 1972. He owns a pet Sheltie, named Cookie. Pfeffer is a family name.

note: the author of this article, Packard Hughes III, was fired, for his increasingly problematic alcoholism, and inattention to detail, shortly after this article was published. Though unconfirmed, it's rumoured that he, and the doctor, have remained in contact. He resides in Apt. 4D, below Dottie Craig.​

Notable Relationships:
Nurse Reddie - he'll, frequently, add that it's "strictly professional" (usually with a wink).

Rudolph Ryan III - Their relationship ranges from "known associates" to something like a mentor/protégé dynamic. Has been known to refer to him as: Randy. Ryan. Ron. Ronnie, and several over "nicknames" of a similar theme.

 

[Praxis]

BASIC INFORMATION
Full Name: Victoria Mae Reddie
Nickname(s): Nurse Reddie. Torrie, if you're allowed. Never Vicky.
Gender: Female
Age: 29
Ethnicity: White
Sexual Orientation: "How is that relevant?"
Occupation: (defacto/current) Head of Nursing, White Feather Community Hospital
Major or Minor: Minor; she herself will admit she's eager to leave Dawn Chorus at the first, possible opportunity.
Apartment: 8B

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Height: 5'6"
Weight: "I'm sure that's in my chart."
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Fair Blonde (what the verbose, and horny, call "flaxen").
Prominent Features/Distinguishing Marks: Beauty mark, right lower lip.

General Physical Description: The universe is comprised of fickle, mean-spirited entities. One such, certainly, must've seen a newly forming life, in the shape of Victoria Reddie, and decided to stick its foul little finger into the mix. What came out after nine, average months was a walking bombshell, with a malignant, unstable core.

Voluptuous, blonde, and with eyes that only kind of hint at what an idiot she thinks you are, her demeanor, with patients, and townspeople alike, has been most often described as "cold", if not "professional".

PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION
Personality Traits:

• Even Tempered - What some call having an "excellent poker face".
• Blunt - Evidence based, even off-the-clock.
• Demure - A raise of an eyebrow, or a tilt of her head speaks volumes.
• Sardonic - Sometimes, all you can do is laugh...
• Begrudgingly Dedicated - These people would be naked, living on insects if it weren't for modern medicine, and those that make it their profession.

Likes: Quiet nights. Quiet mornings. Slow days at the office. Weeks that the Dr. Pfefner isn't in town. The occasional cigarette.
Dislikes: Work. The Wong-Baker Pain Scale. Barking dogs. Dr. Pfefner. Needy patients. "Daughters from California". Her subordinate colleagues.

HISTORY
Biography: Born, and raised, in Dallas, TX. Victoria Reddie has only lived in Dawn Chorus for a year, and some months. Following on what she thought would be a comparatively lax schedule, with a steady paycheck, she opted for a position in the rural, often-neglected reaches of the American South. Since making home in the small, strange hamlet, she's quickly grown weary of its people, the cyclothymic weather, and what's best described as a malaise that seems older than the land itself.

Since beginning her career in town, the former Head of Nursing vanished, under somewhat mysterious circumstances. All other members of staff, with seniority, have either quit, or left town following better offers in more metropolitan areas. Leaving Victoria in a substantial, if not frustrating, position among her peers: dealing directly with Dr. Pfefner, and his "unconventional" approach to medicine.

What her home life is like, no one can say for sure. She resides (rent free), at least temporarily, in a top-floor penthouse of the Merrywood Apartments. How she reached this arrangement with the Apartment's owner, the aforementioned doctor, is likewise uncertain. Only her want for privacy, and her seeming disinterest in all things personal, ring evident.

Notable Relationships:
Dr. Pfefner - Enough said.

A handful of Merrywood tenants - Free medical advice is always handy. Especially when you can corner a nurse on her way to, or back from, a shift. These issues run the gamut from hangnails to strange, worrying sensations in the abdomen.

 

[blackchapel]

BASIC INFORMATION
Full Name: Burtsov Mikhail Anatolievich
Nickname(s): Burt to his friends. Mr. Anatolievich to his enemies. Sheena when he's wearing his wig.
Gender: In most cases, Burt identifies as male.
Age: Who knows? He lies about his age. Constantly.
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Sexual Orientation: As gay as the day is long.
Occupation: Blissfully retired, darling.
Apartment Number: First floor, 1D. He hates the elevator and he is not climbing the stairs.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Height: 5'7" without heels.
Weight: 163 lbs.
Eye Color: Baby blue.
Hair Color: Gray and barely there, if we're being honest, but fiery red when Sheena comes out to hold court.
Prominent Features/Distinguishing Marks: Tattoos are for sailors, but he does have his ears pierced. There's also a solitary scar on his neck that he refuses to talk about. It's the only thing he seems to be embarrassed by.

General Physical Description: Burt's entire look revolves around three very basic principles: Beauty, Glamor, and Drama. While old age has almost certainly taken a toll on the beauty and cast the glamor in a different light, the drama remains fully intact. See him now. How couldn't you? He sashays down the hallway as if it were the greatest runway on earth, all swinging hips and perfect posture. He's dressed in a flowing robe, fur-lined and encrusted by glitter. His makeup is immaculate: Mascara and lipstick and blush and more! He's short, but not in those heels. He's stayed skinny, fit, taken care of. Occasionally, he wears a wig and that wig towers above the world, a looming mass of tangle and curl that impresses you as much as it intimidates you. He doesn't shave his mustache anymore, though. Why should he? As he passes by, the scent of heavy perfume makes a home for itself inside your nostrils and you know it'll stay there for days to come.

PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION
Personality Traits:

• Fabulous - Truly. Effortlessly. Absolutely. Burt defines fabulousness as knowing oneself completely, embracing every part of yourself, and living without even a single shred of thought towards those that might disapprove.
• Crotchety - Burt stays in a constant state of 'annoyed'. This is almost entirely because he has yet to meet someone as interesting, wonderful, or eye-wateringly breathtaking as himself. He doubts he ever will.
• Opinionated - No filter. Spare no feelings, feed no egos.
• Vain - Some people call it a deadly sin. Burt calls it a birthright.
• Lonely - Love is elusive and human connection is hard to make. Burt has never had much luck with socializing, making friends, and meeting lovers.

Likes: His collection of wigs, perfumes, and sultry lounge wear. Fine art, fine wine, fine men. Being up on the stage, beneath the spotlight, cast in golden rays as an enraptured audience gives him a standing ovation. A nice game of dominoes, gin rummy, or Chinese checkers. Virginia Slims. The Golden Age of Hollywood and the starlets of the time. Thinking back on the old times and sighing at all the happy memories.
Dislikes: The Merrywood and (most) of the people who live there. Old age and the way beauty warps and fades. The shipping times on Parisian hosiery. Bigots and those like them. Thinking back on the old times and wishing there were more happy memories than regrets.

HISTORY
Biography: And what is there to say?

Born at the birth of the Soviet Union to a clockmaker father and a midwife mother; he can barely remember their faces. Turned eighteen the same year that the war began. See him there on the battlefield, bloody and barely recognizable, a rifle in hand and fear in his eyes. See him in the foxholes, screaming and crying and falling in love with men who would never love him in return. See him, see it all, and understand why he jumped at the chance to remain in the west as the war drew to a close. It was as easy as slipping away from camp in the night, hand in hand with a boy he'd met of a similar persuasion. They made it to London and they were happy there for a while, but matters of the heart are often trumped by matters of time and a 'while' eventually turned into 'too long'.

Burt spent the next few years of his life wandering England from coast to coast, picking up odd jobs and dithering away his days. Eventually, when the bottom fell out and one of his sordid love affairs with a young man of some affluence was discovered, Burt decided it best to head west towards greener pastures. By 1949, all youth and beauty, Burt arrived on the shores of America and set himself to building a life. Two years later, he'd made his way South and found companionship with a young woman who seemed to understand him better than he understood himself. They were married in the Fall and had their first child the next year, a bouncing baby girl. They settled outside of Memphis and they were happy there for a while, but matters of the heart are often trumped by matters of time and a 'while' eventually turned into 'too long'.

By the late 50s and early 60s, Burt had discovered the joys and simplicity that the gay nightlife could provide to a man about town. He spent more and more time there, engaged in the stuff of fantasy, until his wife followed him one night and watched as he walked inside. There were tears. There was screaming. There were accusations… but she had to know, didn't she? How couldn't she? He'd never even tried to hide it; not really, not completely. They divorced due to 'irreconcilable differences' and, for the first time in years, Burt went East.

If you were to ask Burt how he ended up in Dawn Chorus, he'd likely tell you a hundred different answers: Chasing some boy. Going off the grid. Outrunning the wind. The truth of the matter was, Burt ended up there by mistake. His car broke down just outside of the town while on his way towards North Carolina… and he just decided to stay, his trunk full of dresses and wigs and everything he'd ever need. That was 1968.

Maybe it was the mountains. Maybe it was the small community and the chance to start again. Maybe it was just a feeling, vague and unknowable, that his running days were done. Whatever it was, Burt was there to stay.

Notable Relationships: To be added.

 

[Pink.]

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Dorothy Rose Craig
Nickname(s): Dottie

Former Alias(es): Sister Rose, Darcy*​

Gender: Cis-Female, She/Her
Age: 66 years young.
Ethnicity: White
Sexual Orientation: Pan-romantic Asexual
Occupation: Retired, runs an illegal daycare out of her apartment.
Major or Minor: Major, permanent resident of Merrywood.
Apartment: 5D, right across from Rudy.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Height: 5'0"
Weight: Healthy
Eye Color: Grey-Green
Hair Color: Platinum blonde
Prominent Features/Distinguishing Marks:

Blown out, severely-faded tattoo of the initials [tbd] on the back of her right shoulder, along with typical childhood scars that come from growing up, and smallpox vaccine scar on her left arm.​

General Physical Description:

Dottie stands at a mere five-foot-nothing with an hourglass figure you would normally find on the cover of Vogue or Playboy. Large breasts with a tiny waist and just enough rump that she doesn't tip forward when she's standing still. Her sunspun hair is always tousled high, somehow maintaining an effortless breezy look even on the most sweltering of summer days, her make-up heavy and flawless, and jewelry bold.​

​

PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION
Personality Traits:

• Empathetic; she's a warm, nonjudgmental person who gets it.
• Compulsive; everything has its place, and every task has the way it's meant to be done.
• Considerate; she'll learn your preferences about things, and remember them for next time.
• Gentle; nuff said.
• Passive-Aggressive; she may not outright tell you she's upset with you, but you'll know. You'll know.

Likes: Sunflowers, dancing, cinema, bright colors, cigarettes, cats, sweets
Dislikes: Snakes, licorice, organized religion, 3am

HISTORY
Biography:

Born in Memphis during the Flu Pandemic of 1918. Orphaned at three. Grew up in a group home run by the state until she aged out. Nomadic lifestyle for some time before she found her way to a convent in New Orleans. She took her oath sometime in her twenties, and spent the next decade assisting those hit hardest by the Great Depression, making and distributing alcohol during Prohibition, fighting for equal Civil Rights which subsequently has led to her having a warrant for her arrest in the state of Alabama. By 50, she left the Catholic church, reasons unknown, and returned to her home state of Tennessee, eventually settling in Dawn Chorus.​

She has an orange cat named Jolene.​

Notable Relationships:

Burt/Sheena, mostly Sheena​

Her cat Jolene is her baby angel who can do no wrong​

 

[Retrojapan]

BASIC INFORMATION
Full Name: Isadora Marianne Ramirez
Nickname(s): Izzy, Iz
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Ethnicity: Hispanic
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Occupation: Con Artist. That gig between 'scavenging' and Theft Under $5000. Drug Dealing. Being better than Rudy at pawning your shit. The maid/nanny/cook you never knew you needed until everything you needed was gone and so was she. Highest Bidder.
Apartment Number: 5E

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 124 lb
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Changes frequently; currently faded McDonald's yellow with two solid inches of brokeass root
Prominent Features/Distinguishing Marks: Double nostril piercing with a dozen or so tattoos in American-traditional style

General Physical Description: Anyone who can give a description of Isadora Ramirez will also tell you there is no describing Isadora Ramirez. Any of this could be shaved, cut up, blacked out, smashed, tattooed, safety pinned, bleached, and dully strangled in fishnet by tomorrow, so forget the undercut and remember it was boxed blonde #42 only a few days ago according to Merrywood sources. "The rest could be gone by the end of the day."

It wasn't a bad idea.

And yeah, maybe her post-breakup Madonna phase wasn't nearly (see: five days) as long as it needed to be following a six month bender with Rudy Vacant, but if that itself didn't describe Izzy perfectly─then what did? Some old fuck on public transit once told her she would be a lot prettier if she "cleaned herself up or something'" and now look. Izzy couldn't even brush her hair anymore without feeling like she was losing an integral part of this description.

Cue Sinead O'Connor and a lot of nerve trying to blend in around here with a yellow undercut and enough tattoos to fill cell blocks 1 through 6 at the county jail. Black on black for days and kohl stained cheek for months, so be it. Another hole in her head to let it out─make it six. A face tattoo. New bangs. A whole different wardrobe and the same old combat boots she's been wearing for years. They were her Dad's.

PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION
Personality Traits:

• Perceptive; Insightful; Empathetic. Likeable, useful
• Clever, Witty; Quick-Thinking. Chameleon-esque
• Stubborn; Relentless, Persistent. Spitefully Self-Defeating
• Martyristic; Saviour-Complex. First to run into burning building
• Expressive, Self-Assured. Or 'Authentic', as Rudy puts it

Likes: Loud Music. Spicy food. Taking care of people. Debating. Superstition. Finding treasure. Solving things. Tequila. Upcycling Clothes.
Dislikes: Police. Bullies. Rudy Vacant. Running out of batteries for her discman. Stealing things (she feels guilty). Being watched.

HISTORY
Biography: Isadora's story begins in Mexico where her mother proved what happens in Tijuana doesn't always stay in Tijuana. In fact, it may cross the border and ruin any chance in hell you have of getting out of Dawn Chorus until you eventually die prematurely of liver failure in your forty's. But that was Jim Mabel Jr's story. This was Isadora's.

Hers begins with a one night stand and ends years later with Izzy's mom tracking the American soldier down to an Air Force Base in Arnold, Tennessee. It was a big problem at the time because Jim was married to someone else, and that someone else was the reason he now collected a reduced veteran's check instead. There was nothing honourable about his discharge back to Dawn Chorus where he at least waited for Izzy to grow up before dying and leaving them with nothing. Isadora's mom didn't have papers to even be in the US never mind living in a dead man's house, you know? Apparently that's when the whole town suddenly remembered Jim was a "War Veteran" and "Didn't deserve such blatant disrespect in his death". No one even came to the funeral incidentally.

But Izzy came home from school one day and the house was boarded up. A neighbour said her mother had been deported and they were looking for her, too. That was six years ago.

Notable Relationships:

Rudy Ryan: Been there, done that, got the trust issues─thank you.

Mark Pfefner: Would rather die in Mark's apartment before going to a hospital.

Victoria Reddie: See above.

Dottie Craig: Dottie's apartment is Izzy's top pick for treasure hunting.

Theodore Reagan: Smoke Buddy slash pawn shop jackpot