This is just like any other Create a Family With a Twist game.
Anyoneâs welcome to joinâjust make a character whoâs related to hers in some way. It can be someone mentioned in her bio or someone completely new. Interpret it however you want. Thereâs no right or wrong way to connect.
You donât have to match the tone exactly, but Iâd love to see characters who feel real. Thoughtful. Maybe a little broken in beautiful ways.
Just be creative. Have fun. Make something that lingers.
Juliette Matilda Water (38) is the owner and founder of The Hallowell Museum of Quiet History. Located in Camden, Maine, this small but organized museum is one not many people stop at. It isnât flashy, thereâs no âworld biggest dinosaurâ, or things that would draw anybody who isnât coming for the right reasons. The walls are covered with faded photographs, cracked journals, lockets without names. A lot of these items are things she has crafted herself, but each of them holds a story that brings you back to a time in history long forgotten.
Juliette herself is a kind, thoughtful woman with a lot of wisdom. She has two workers who upkeep the museum with her; a teenager who works quietly with cleaning and fixing up the museum, and an older immigrant from Poland who hums while he works. Juliette isnât hiring at the moment, as she is content with her small found family who appreciates the delicate and important nature of her business. Which to her, is not a business, but a place to hold her grief.
In the very back of the museum, thereâs a room no one but her has the key to, except for Juliette. Itâs a room where she keeps her memories, items of her forgotten, and she never lets anyone else inside, not even her employees, especially not them. The Four Misplaced, as she calls them, are home to this room, and itâs not something sheâs ever willing to ever let die.
Juliette was raised an only child who grew up with her grandmother and her father, happy and peaceful. Her grandmother, Azalia âIzzyâ Water, was an eccentric woman who always smelled like a mixture of pine salt and lavender. She was the one person who saw Juliette as the intelligent, thoughtful child she was. Her father, Rick, was present, but didnât understand. Izzy was everything to Juliette. She was the first person lost, and the reason Juliette decided to start the museum in the first place.
The second person Juliette lost was her best friend. Although this friend has yet to die, Juliette considers what happened to be a loss, one greater than what most people could understand. Juliette and Nikita met in first grade, and did everything together. Nikita and her skipped rocks in the park, pushed themselves on swings on the playground, talked about everything for hours in the late nights, and were each otherâs only muse for a long time. But Nikitaâs childhood was turbulent in a way Juliette could never understand. Her father was a menace and a drunk, and only ever saw Nikita as a toy to help further his ego and his addiction. This caused a rife in Nikita, and she longed to be accepted by a man who would see her, and that was when she met Wendell.
Juliette never liked Wendell. He was cold, and mean, replicating Nikitaâs father; he rubbed Juliette the wrong way from the beginning. She tried to warn Nikita of this, but Nikita swore it wasnât like that. She accused Juliette of being âjealousâ because she never got to experience love the way she did. But that wasnât true. Juliette saw the scars and bruises that she knew were left by Wendell, but when she tried to bring it up to her one last time, Nikita ghosted, and Juliette hasnât spoken to her since, though sheâs still alive and trapped under Wendellâs thumb.
The third place in Julietteâs heart was for Rick himself. After Izzy died, Rick locked himself away for months. Finally, three weeks before he died of a heart attack, Rick gave Juliette a wooden birdhouse he carved himself, and that same bird house is the center of her little space. The final destination in the room belongs to Juliette herself, the girl she lost in the process of all her heartbreak. It has her old diary entries, and photos of her younger self. This is the room where she sleeps at the end of her day. Itâs her home, and not one where any guests are welcome to visit.
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