Ethan

One of the Shaughnessy triplets, Ethan is the lead guitarist for Misanthropy.  He is an intellectual that favors mental pursuits over physical.  His favorite subject is philosophy and he is a Nihilist.  His favorite philosopher is Nietzsche.

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Evander

Evander is one of the Shaughnessy triplets.  He looks like a good boy and can be very sweet.  But he can also be very bad and that tendency shows through sometimes when he looks at you a certain way and in the way he carries himself.  He has a very smooth and confident gait that indicates a fair bit of attitude and a sense of personal power few possess.  He's sarcastic, quit witted with a sometimes acid tongue, but he has a good sense of humor even if he is the most uptight among his brothers.  Usually called "Van", he doesn't trust people easily and he's a very private person.  Particularly about his sexual proclivities where his interests tend toward toward the dark and more extreme.  He's aggressive but tries to suppress that particular trait in mixed company.  

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Siobhan

Siobhan left Solitude years before while they'd all still been in high school.  She'd caught the acting bug early and at 8 had a situation comedy and several commercials under her belt.  Her parents had dragged her home two years later saying that the stress was getting to her, but they had no problem spending the money she made.  She thought it was getting to them.  She knew her father was spending a lot of time on the set and with her "show" mother, and her real mom was jealous.  She knew this *now*.  At 10 she'd only seen and heard the epic fighting.  They'd come back and settled in, she'd gone back to school and her friends like she'd never left.  Sure, the girls were full of questions about the stars she'd gotten to act with wanting to know if she ever met this one or that one.  Eventually, the questions stopped and she'd been just another kid that did the school plays and community theater.  

At 17, she'd left again, going back to the bright lights of the Big City. She'd contacted her old agent who had managed to secure her several auditions for TV shows, commercials and print ads.  She'd landed several of those auditions but not the shows.  She was remembered as the child star and it would take time to break out of that mold. Siobhan worked long and hard, managing to break out of the child role she come into her own, and landed a prime role on a popular series. She crossed spokes modeling and acting and she did it well.  Her agent kept her organized and her assistant and best friend kept her sane.   She'd been linked to several actors her age and one much older, but never confirmed or denied in the press.  When her best friend died of an overdose Siobhan took a step back and looked at where she was headed.  She'd made it big, partied hard and lived fast, crashing at the ripe old age of 23. It seemed she'd gone from child star to spokes model to TV star to has been overnight.

She'd sent her things ahead of her, putting them in storage and returned home again.  She'd been back before for parades or to watch her friends perform.  She'd slip, unobtrusively into the Rock Bottom and slip out just as fast, returning to the city on a Red Eye flight.  No one knew she was coming home again.  She'd secured a place at the hotel until she found an apartment.  One upside was that while she was living the life she hadn't blown through all her money.  She had checks coming in from the syndicated show she'd done as a child.  She had sometime before she had to make any definitive decisions about her life.  Now she stood on Ethan's doorstep had poised to knock.  She knew she was too thin, and that the dark circles and haggard appearance wouldn't go unnoticed or unspoken.  He'd make her talk.. or Van would.  She also knew if Brennan was there he'd take care of her.  And if she were honest...she needed some care.  

Aubrey

She remembered the accident, the sound of steel scraping steal, the car folding in on itself around her seemingly as if in slow motion.  She hadn't been drunk or high...this time.  She lay in the hospital bed trying to remember for weeks and still had very little.  She'd been airlifted to a DC hospital.  Where she'd been put back together, except for a scar on her face that the plastic surgeon had said there was nothing he could do for it. He'd sewn up the jagged cut and she'd have to live with it.  She supposed it was just something else she'd have to learn to live with.  She knew her name was Aubrey and where she lived but only because her driver's license said so.  Her doctors had sent her home saying that there was nothing more they could do for her.  

The first thing she'd done was hit a bank.  The bank card in her purse told her which one.  She'd pulled enough money to take a bus from DC to Culpeper and then she'd walked from the station to her apartment. Her keys had been returned to her along with everything else she'd had in her car.  It wasn't much but it was a place to start.  She'd already discovered she hated Country music.  The police had filled in the blanks for her as far as the accident went.  She'd been traveling toward home from DC when the accident happened.  A drunk driver had crossed the median traveling at an estimated 60 miles per hour.  He hit her and she'd been sent rolling into the swale at the side of the road.  The only reason they said she was still alive was because she'd had on her seat belt and the car she'd been driving was a 1970 Cadillac Coupe Deville, that had been virtually destroyed.  On the up side she had no clue why she was driving *that* thing.  The officer had used the terms "huge" and "land yacht".  To describe it.  

She'd stopped in the visitor's center and grabbed a map of the city and made her way to the address on her license.  It was where she should start and she needed to drop of the duffel bag she carried, before making her way around the place.  She took a deep breath as she fit the key into the lock, unsure of what she'd find.  She was pretty sure she lived alone.  If she didn't someone would have been looking for her.  She entered the apartment and looked around at an eclectic mix of modern, antique, and somewhat shabby furniture.  She spent the next hour familiarizing herself with the layout of the apartment and the kitchen.  She must cook.. she wasn't sure but she didn't see herself going out to dinner every night either.  She seemed to be healthy and physically fit.  She found food in the kitchen, in the fridge she found spoiled food and vegetables that had gone bad.  She found she had an urge to deal with that mess right away and spent the next hour or so doing that.  When she took out the trash she saw one of her neighbors, he looked at her funny when she asked where the dumpster was, but told her.  She also discovered the mailboxes and he told her that the super had her mail that had over flowed the box.  Aubrey nodded and could tell the guy wanted to ask about her face but was too polite to do so.  He did ask where she'd been for almost a month.  She answered DC and left it at that.  She'd collected her mail,  sat down on the floor and written out bills, she figured the waitressing gig she had at the Rock Bottom was over.  She shook her head, and looked through the rest of her stubs.  She found one for another job at the community center counseling teens.  

She shook her head.  Apparently she was a work horse as well.  She listened to the messages on her phone.  Friends wondering where she was, she could hear them getting more concerned as time passed.  There was a final call wanting to know if she was coming to the show Friday at Rock Bottom.  Aubrey smiled and decided that she would go to the show.  She stood and headed into the bedroom to plan her outfit for her debut.

Brennan

Brennan is one of the Shaughnessy triplets.  He is currently living in North Carolina in the house his grandmother left him.

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