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Spencer Hawkins

"Perhaps it's impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be."

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a character in “Astoria”, originally authored by partially-stars, as played by RolePlayGateway

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SPENCER HAWKINS

"Perhaps it's impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be."
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NAMEX spencer david hawkins

NICKNAMESXX spence

AGEXX 18

SEXUALITYXX bisexual
xxxxxxxxNATIONALITYXX american

YEARXX senior

D.O.B.XX 27/08/00

HEXXX #636a76








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HEIGHTXX 5'11"

HAIR COLORXX light brown
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWEIGHTXX 136lb

EYE COLORXX blue




Spencer is handsome. That much is immediately obvious from first glance. He is, however, also obviously the person who is either unaware or uncomfortable about it. His posture is always a little slouched, always trying to make himself a little smaller. His style is conservative, as he dresses a little older than he is. Seldom will you see him in just a t-shirt and jeans- he'll always have a blazer or a jumper thrown on over it. He prefers his hair messy, but generally tries to keep it neat. He's thin- a little muscle on his bones, but not much. He needs glasses to read, but hates wearing them around others as he thinks they make him look like a nerd. Deep down, he's love a tattoo, but his parents are opposed to them, and so he hasn't worked up the guts to get one. He has a few scars, mostly from childhood accidents, but one on his cheek from a smashed vase, and one or two on his thighs.

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STRENGTHSXX
XX➥ photography : spence has one here of an eye for getting the right shot, and he's incredibly skilled with a camera.
XX➥ trustworthy : anyone could trust spence with a secret, and he'd carry it to his grave. if you ask him to do something time-sensitive, it will be done as soon as he can.
XX➥ hard-working : no matter how hard something seems, he'll keep pushing until it's done.

WEAKNESSES
XX ➥ passive: he lets himself be walked all over for the sake of peace and quiet, for the sake of making his own life easier.
XX ➥ anxious: he can't handle high pressure situations and has a tendency to just shut down when things get too much
XX ➥ dyslexia: he's always struggled with reading, but his family refused to let him get supports in school.

FEARSXX
XX➥ death: spence hates his life right now, and the thought of dying before it got better, before he got to leave a mark terrifies him.
XX➥ heights: he always gets dizzy and enters an irrational state of panic that he'll fall even if he's well back from the edge.


SECRETS
XX ➥ his family: his family is playing the image of a perfect, loving christian family, but in reality they're manipulative and borderline abusive at worst.
XX ➥ faith: hours before her disappearance, she told him that she was pregnant and that everyone would think it was his, and that was what she was planning on telling her parents.

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PERSONALITYXXX Coming from a family of charismatic charmers who could talk for days, Spencer is truly the black sheep. He's quiet almost all of the time, not particularly liking to be the one to start a conversation. He's perfectly pleasant when he does get talking, but it can be hard to coax the conversation out of him. He could be described as standoffish, were it not for the awkwardness that radiates from him that shows he clearly isn't enjoying the social situation. It's the bane of his family- even when he stops fidgeting, stands up straight, and makes eye contact, there's just something about his manner that shows he isn't exactly the epitome of social grace.

All of this stems from a place of anxiety. It's a vicious cycle- his anxiety makes him awkward, which then makes him anxious that everyone will dislike him. He was always an anxious child, but knowing that he's the black sheep of the family and the least favourite only makes it worse. He wants to impress everyone, but he also wants, needs to be true to himself. He feels like he's on a tightrope, and one wrong move will just cause everyone to turn on him. As a result, he has a tendency to run away from anything stressful. His life is already precarious enough, he doesn't need more stress to risk pushing him off the edge. It's this that has caused him to hide his dyslexia from pretty much everyone. The shame of knowing that not only does he have it, but his parents denied him treatment would just drive the final nail in.

When you get past all these... quirks, Spence is actually an amazing friend. His sense of humour is quiet comments accompanied by a grin when he makes someone laugh. He's loyal to a fault, and you could trust him with your life. He's doing okay in school thanks to a lot of hard work that he embraces, and his passions really show through when he's got a camera in his hand. He's got a real skill for finding a story to tell in even the simplest of photos, and his lightwork is really impressive at times. He's modest and won't admit it, but it's really evident.

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HISTORYXXX James Hawkins and Alice Keenan were high school sweethearts that married only two years after graduation. They were still in college, but believed there was no reason for them to wait, and plenty of reasons for them to not. Only a few weeks following Alice's graduation, she found out that she was pregnant. They started their family in Astoria and have remained there ever since.

Both came from deeply religious background, and so they raised their children in the same way. Church at least once a week, as well as Sunday school. William, Spencer's older brother, was the perfect angel child, down to the golden curls and cherub smile. He was charismatic and charming from a young age, had a beautiful voice and sang in the choir. Spencer had none of this. He was always a little awkward, never quite mastering the elegance and charm that his brother had. His parents made it evident that he wasn't the favourite, and for years, Spencer tried to impress them.

The constant pressure of trying to live up to his parents' expectations nearly drove him to breaking point a number of times. Eventually, he just had to accept that he was never going to be good enough in their eyes. Even if he had stopped trying to be perfect, the self-hatred hadn't diminished. In fact, as he hit puberty and learned something knew about himself, it only grew. Spence was just as attracted to guys as he was to women, if not even more so. His parents had constantly reminded him that this was a sin, that being gay was the devil's work. But Spence couldn't deny it. His self hatred nearly tore him apart, and he became extremely depressed and self-destructive, believing his life couldn't be worse. Until he was outed to the entire school, and his parents found out. Spencer wanted to destroy himself, wanted to die. His father threw a vase at a wall and narrowly missed Spencer, and they threatened to throw him to the streets. But for some reason, they instead decided to spin a tale where they were willing to help their son overcome his sins, regardless of who he was.

They tried setting him up with Faith, another good Christian girl. But while Spencer liked her as a friend, he couldn't actually bring himself to date her. His parents viewed this as a personal attack, and again nearly snapped and threw him out. But again, he was allowed to stay. He was just counting the days until he could graduate. And then Faith told him her little secret, and Spencer became afraid that he would become just like his parents, trapped in Astoria forever. Now, he's afraid for a whole different reason- the police have him as a person of interest after finding out he was the last person to see Faith alive. He's terrified they'll also find out of Faith's plans to tell everyone Spencer was the father.

So begins...

Spencer Hawkins's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dakota Lynn Character Portrait: Haley Thomas Character Portrait: Shane Black Character Portrait: Adrien Lewis Character Portrait: Jasmine Reyes Character Portrait: Sam Schroeder
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DAKOTA LYNN
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Friday, October 26th 5:00pm

"Alright! Good sweat today ladies, I'll see you all at practice tomorrow" Coach Hansen clapped her hands together in what would be considered an 'encouraging' gesture before dismissing the girls from softball practice. Dakota slung her ball bang over her shoulder, feeling particularly gross as a bead of sweat glided down her forehead. She wiped it away quickly, and followed the other girls into the locker room, the lot of them chatting about some Halloween Bash that Jasmine Reyes was throwing tonight. The thought of the last time she went to a Reyes' party flashed across her mind and her heart clenched rather painfully in her chest. Evan. Still missing. Or better yet, dead.

She sucked in a sharp breath, pinching the bridge of her nose to keep her thoughts away from her brother. Unfortunately, today the universe was well against her. She fumbled with the combination on her locker for a few moments before roughly tugging it open, a bit of undeniable frustration coming out of well. Dakota raised an eyebrow slightly as a small, folded piece of notebook paper fell out of her locker landing at her feet. Without even picking it up, a sense of dread filled every inch of her as she stared at the seemingly innocent paper. She reached down, and after what felt like ages, her hand finally brushed the notebook paper on the ground. She grabbed it, carefully unfolding it to read a scribbling of words in the middle.

"If you think it's over I've only just begun crossing off names on my list.
Hope to see you at the party tonight.
Trick or Treat Lynn?"

Her head whipped around the locker room, her eyes frantically searching for someone who didn't belong. But, it was just her teammates. Dakota's hands shook slightly as she read each word over and over again, before aggressively folding it back up and shoving it into her backpack. Who had sent it? And why? However, deep down, she already knew the answer to her question. Astoria's resident Grim Reaper, the one who had taken her brother and many others in the town. This wasn't the first time she had received a letter from the so-called killer, and she knew that this most certainly wouldn't be the last time.





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ADRIEN LEWIS
the reporter / Reece King / outfit / #88B0D5
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Adrien's feet were propped up on his desk in the small office room that he had been given for the paper. He always found himself in the room after school hours, either typing away or going over stories with the others. Today it was particularly quiet. Printers and a couple MacBooks lined the wall, along with a few desks and chairs scattered amongst. He had found a large, mahogany desk at one of the local thrift stores for $20 and with the help of Mr. Graham lugged it into the office as his very own 'desk'. The room was dark other than the sunlight shining through a window on the far wall, and the screen light coming form his small laptop that he carried with himself everywhere. He liked it rather dark in the room, it eased his mind and helped him concentrate more on his writing. Today, however it wasn't helping much.

He held down the backspace watching the words disappear from the screen for the fourth time. Adrien had been at this article for a solid three hours and still hadn't managed to muster up a single word. He let out a small sigh of frustration and closed the laptop, the room darkening a little. The Astoria Murders seemed like candy to a baby when it came to writing, but for some reason Adrien was having the hardest time writing the latest update. Maybe it was too close to home? Or maybe it just didn't feel right.

He leaned back in the chair closing his eyes, trying to relax and put himself in the right mindset when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He would've ignored it, if it hadn't buzzed six more times in a row. He groaned slightly swinging his feet off of the desk and reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. The light of his screen was a little harsh and he had to squint to read the message.

From Markus:
Party tonight at Reyes.
Don't skip again.
Take a second to stop writing and have fun !


Adrien rolled his eyes slightly at the message, Markus was one of the newest writers on the paper, a sophomore, still finding his place in the social chain. Without replying Adrien slid the phone back into his pocket, leaning back into the chair. Astoria had been quiet for the past couple of weeks. Too quiet. He knew nothing good would come from Jasmine's party, nothing ever did. But to him, it was almost perfect. As morbid as it sounded, if something did happen, maybe he'd be able to write.

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Character Portrait: Dakota Lynn Character Portrait: Adrien Lewis Character Portrait: Sam Schroeder Character Portrait: Spencer Hawkins
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SAM SCHROEDER
the wildcard - outfit - #F6AE99
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Usually, Sam couldn't have cared less about Jasmine Reyes' party. They weren't typically her scene, but tonight, something was intriguing her, something drawing her to go. Maybe it was just the drama of the last few weeks, what had happened at some of the last ones, that was engaging her sense of morbid curiosity. And besides, it was Halloween. If anything weird was going to happen tonight, it was going to be tonight. The trick-or-treaters never appreciated her costume anyway. She pulled her bags out of the locker and balanced her backpack on her knee as she dug out her phone from the bottom of the bag. Something- or, rather, someone caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. Dakota, looking a little shaken. Sam raised an eyebrow as she slammed the locker shut.

"Hey, Sam, you finally coming to a party?" One of the girls asked, half sarcastically. Having finally retrieved her phone, Sam slung the bag onto her shoulder. "Yeah. Figured it's about time I find out what all this fuss is about," she remarked, folding her arms. Brianna's eyebrows raised so high Sam thought they were about to disappear into her hairline, just for a moment before she regained her composure. "Oh, awesome, see you there!" She called. Sam rolled her eyes, glancing back over at Dakota. Sam wasn't sure that anyone else had noticed her behaviour, and she also wasn't sure whether or not she should ask. But she sighed, folded her arms tighter, and made her way over to Dakota. Dakota was nice. Wasn't put off by Sam, but not pushy either. She'd check in on Sam, so Sam figured she should reciprocate.

"Hey, Dakota. You okay?" She asked quietly as she leaned against the locker beside Dakota. She caught sight of a note and raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "Secret admirer?" She asked with a wink, taking a mouthful of water out of her bottle. Her own phone buzzed, and she glanced at the screen. A job had come up last minute. Good money too, and would give her an excuse to show up late to the party. Everything she wanted. She quickly shoved her phone into her hoodie pocket.




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SPENCER HAWKINS
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There was very seldom peace in Spencer's life. But out here, in the woods, just him and his camera, it was the closest he felt like he'd ever achieve. Here, he could forget about his parents, about school, about... everything. He intended on using the photos both for halloween and for the story on the murders that Adrien was running.

And like that, reality hit him all over again. Faith. He still couldn't believe she was dead. Every time he thought about it, he felt like he was going to be sick, a hollow feeling in his chest. And the disgust at himself for being just the smallest bit relieved. The fear of her tying him to this town forever had nearly driven him to his self-destructive ways, but her death had very nearly pushed him over the edge. It wasn't right to be feeling this conflicted, this... wrong.

He snapped the picture and looked at it, the tiny screen on the camera not doing it justice. With the anxiety again twisting his stomach and making his hands unsteady, he knew it wasn't worth his while trying to take any more. He'd need to touch them up, edit them a little.

He started the walk back to the school, trying and failing not to dwell on the past few weeks. He would be lying if he said he wasn't terrified. How could he know who was next? How could he know it wouldn't be him or someone he cared about? What if he tried and failed to stop it?

He was back at the school before he even realised, making his way to the office. He preferred to use the Macbooks for editing anyway, and he wanted to show Adrien the photos. He knocked gently before entering, smiling slightly at Adrien. "I got some photos out in the woods. Wanna have a look at them before I touch them up?" He asked, holding out the camera. "I'm also gonna take one of the Macs to edit them if that's okay, I'll have it back by tomorrow," he added, his stomach twisting at the irrational thought of Adrien refusing.

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Character Portrait: Haley Thomas Character Portrait: Shane Black Character Portrait: Adrien Lewis Character Portrait: Jasmine Reyes Character Portrait: Spencer Hawkins
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XXXSHANE BLACK
Xthe suspect ✦ outfit#a00808

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The musty scent of the boys' locker room went unnoticed by the multiple, young men crowded by their lockers. Football practice had been particularly brutal since coach couldn't keep the players late anymore. The damn new curfew as coach said. Shane had the same thought, not wanting to spend more time at home than necessary. Father had been on his ass so Jasmine's party offered the perfect escape.

His football buddy, Brody, kept going on about how awesome Jasmine's party will be and how lucky Shane was to be close friends with her. He was only half listening when he heard it. The whispers. They say he killed his girlfriend... I wonder if he'll come after one of us... I wonder why he did it. It took only a second for him to spin around, grab the guy and shove him against the locker. "Why don't you say that to my face, punk?" The fear on the young freshman's face satisfied him slightly. He was beyond pissed at the rumors and some freshman running his mouth is the last thing he needs. If it wasn't for the comforting hand on his shoulder, he might've gone further. He put the freshman down, but not before saying, "Maybe next time, don't talk shit about someone you think is a killer." Shane stormed off, slamming his locker.

He didn't do it. The police had no proof, at least his father said so. The video tape found of him and Scarlett arguing before she disappeared was questionable, but provided no evidence. Shane couldn't help stomping as he paced down the hallway, students parting like the sea. "Shane, dude! Slow the hell down." Brody walked by his side. "Just focus on the party, not some dumb freshman. It sucks about Scarlett, but you're tough. You'll get it through it." Tough. It's all he has ever been and he's tired. He's so damn tired. "Sure, whatever. I'm gonna go find Reyes, but I'll catch you at the party." The two friends parted ways with Shane heading towards the gym. Cheer practice should be just finishing so maybe they can talk or get wasted before the party starts, either one at this point.

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The library was quiet. Many of the students have already gone home except one. Haley surveyed the work on the desk in front of her. Two papers, three homework assignments all completed. Next, came the fun part. Research. The police, especially Adam, have given up on finding the actual killer, choosing to focus on the school's golden boy. It was so frustrating that no one would consider an alternate possibility. The similarities to the kidnappings twenty years prior have to have some sort of connection.

A shrill ring rang out throughout the library. Haley couldn't help, but jumped at hearing it. It could only be them. The killer made a habit of calling her at school, claiming the way it terrified her excited them. It was so perturbing yet she had to play by their rules or something could happen to Hannah. They might not have been close beforehand, but Haley would rather die than let her sister die. She took a deep breathe before answering, eyeing the librarian who was sleeping on the job like usual.

An automotive voice spoke causing chills up her spine, "Did you miss me?"
"You can't miss someone you don't know." The killer responded well to attitude, saying it was their favorite thing about her: how unafraid she is.
"I'd love to show myself to you, but I know you'd turn on me. I can't have that." They always toyed with her like this, the hopeless they would cause in her making waves. "Sadly, this was just a check-in call. I have plans my dear. Have a good night and I'll be thinking of you."They hung up before Haley could get a word in.

She knew what they were referencing. Jasmine Reyes was putting on a party tonight. It was the talk of the school and no one seemed to care that Evan disappeared at the same event. Haley couldn't help those dumb enough to risk their safety for some cheap thrills nor was she the type to go to a party. However, it would be easy grab another teenager while they were inhibited at a party. Haley was going for that reason alone. The killer would make an unknown appearance and Haley wanted to catch them in the act. Was it crazy? Absolutely, but it was her one chance.

She packed up her supplies, seeking out one of her few friends. 'Adrien should be in his office' she thought as she went in that direction. He was one of the few who shared her interest in the case, for another reason in his case but she'll take it. Haley walked into the room, not even noticing Adrien wasn't alone. Spencer, she thinks, just had to be there. She crossed her arms, leaning against the wall. "Adrien, I've got to talk to you when you're done." Now, she waits.