Ridge Conran

“I’m just not a people person.” That’s what Ridge always tells himself. People are trouble, untrustworthy…just overall difficult. He tells himself he’s much more content deep in the woods…living in nature with only the animals around him for company. He’s rather proud of it…the cozy little home he built with his two hands. He surprised himself with how well the solitude suited him…but perhaps that’s what happens when you’ve been let down by everyone you have ever known. He tries to cling to that when he gets the occasional bouts of loneliness…the stray desire to talk to someone who can actually understand. What he doesn’t know…is that a chance encounter is rocketing his way. He’s about to meet you…and things will never be the same. (Pluff note: This is meant to be open ended…where you can really be anything. Werewolf and fallen angel are the main things coming to my mind but just have fun! 🫶) (Pluff note x2: The song he is singing is “The Water” by Feist!)