Realistic or Modern ᴛʜᴇ ɢʜᴏsᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ (ᴡᴏᴏᴅsʙᴏʀᴏ ʀᴏsᴛᴇʀ)

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  overview.

  
  
  
  

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  he residents of Woodsboro, California are no strangers to the story of Ghostface. The new generation grew up with the stories of the killings that took over the small town in the 1990s—a cautionary tale passed down for the sake of making sure children got home before dark and steered clear of strangers—but that’s all Ghostface was now: a ghost story—nothing more than a whisper of the past—right?
  
  That’s what everyone thought, at least, but then the app went viral.
  
  The night before the first day of the school year, what seemed at first glance to be a harmless gossip app by the name Spill Ur Gutz appeared out of nowhere—quite literally, in the way that it made its way onto the home screens of Woodsboro High School students’ phones unannounced. There was only one account listed on the app: gh0stface. At midnight, the first post was made—a simple text box that read, im back.
  
  No one was sure what to make of the app or the post—authorities wrote it off as an insensitive prank—but one thing is certain: tensions are high going into the new school year because if they’d learned anything from their old bedtime stories, it was that no one could be trusted when Ghostface made an appearance.
  
  
  THE CHARACTER SHEET
  // BASICS //
  NAME:
  NICKNAME(S): if they have any. if not, feel free to omit!
  AGE:
  DATE OF BIRTH:
  PLACE OF BIRTH:
  GENDER:
  SEXUALITY:
  ROLE:
  
  // VISAGE //
  HEIGHT:
  WEIGHT:
  EYES:
  HAIR/HAIR STYLE:
  BUILD:
  BODY MODIFICATIONS: if they have any. again, if this isn’t applicable, feel free to skip!
  FACE CLAIM: realistic face claims only, please!
  
  // PERSONA //
  PERSONALITY: 3+ paragraph description
  VIRTUES: 5+
  VICES: 5+
  LIKES: 5+
  DISLIKES: 5+
  
  // HISTORY //
  i’m not going to set a frame for how long or short this should be. since there will be plenty of secrets to be revealed throughout the course of this roleplay, you can be as vague or descriptive as you feel fit.
  
  // MISC //
  STRENGTHS: 3+ (if it came down to it, what’s going to help them survive?)
  WEAKNESSES: 3+ (on the flip side, what would get them killed?)
  FEARS: ghostface (if it’s even really him) loves to play on people’s fears..
  
  DEADLINE FOR CHARACTER SHEETS: SEPTEMBER 25TH @ 12AM CST
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
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  roles.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  final girl

  
  
  
  

  open

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  By definition, she’s quite literally not like other girls. She’s the girl next-door, the one you want to take home to meet your parents. Good grades, good manners, an extensive list of do-gooder accomplishments for her growing college applications—everything about her seems too good to be true, yet she’s given no indication that there’s more to her than what meets the eye. Everyone has to have a dark side, though, right?
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  the muscle

  
  
  
  

  open

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  There’s not much to this guy. He’s the stereotypical jock—more brawn than brain—but he’s got the good looks and all-American attitude to make up for it. Aside from winning championships, there’s not much he can contribute to his community—enjoy your time now, buddy, because high school’s your peak. On the bright side, he has a team mentality and won’t go down without a fight.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  the slut

  
  
  
  

  open

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  Also known as the Queen Bee. She’s the head bitch in charge, and woe any and all who oppose her. She’s the object of most of Woodboro’s jealousy and desire, but that’s just the way she likes it. Her reputation precedes her, and while not everything people say about her is good, it most definitely ensures that she’s the center of attention, and she’s only ever content if all eyes are on her.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  the skeptic

  
  
  
  

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  Whether they’re a person of science or a religious zealot, they don’t believe in scary stories. They’re on the side of the police—Ghostface isn’t alive again, and they’ll be happy to prove it to you. When there’s a creepy noise outside or a weird light coming from the basement, this is the person brave enough—or stupid enough, depending on how you look at it—to go investigate all-too-willingly. They may be logical, but sometimes, logic isn’t the only answer.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  the freak

  
  
  
  

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  They come from a humble background, and that, combined with a few odd—if not vaguely concerning—hobbies, has gotten them dubbed the town freak. Their lack of conformity with their peers’ standards of what “normal” should be means they don’t have a lot of people in their corner, however this lack of attachment to anyone makes it that much easier to put themselves first when it comes down to the wire.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  the new kid

  
  
  
  

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  Being new in town, not much is known about them quite yet, which is a rare occurence in such a tight-knit community. The timing of their arrival in Woodsboro couldn’t be more unfortunate, and if anything, it turns them into the perfect scapegoat for all the shit hitting the fan. Of course, it doesn’t help that their whole family seems a little off, or at least, that’s what people are saying. They better make friends quick, or else they’ll have no one to back them up to when fingers start pointing their way.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  rules.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  rule one.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  This role play obviously deals with dark themes, so if you know that’s something that will be triggering to you, please don’t apply!! The last thing I want is to make anyone uncomfortable, so apply at your own risk. Once a cast has been selected we can discuss later if there are any specific topics that need to be steered clear of to avoid triggers, but know in advance there will be dark content all throughout. Overall, I just want this to be a safe, fun space!
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  rule two.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Because this will be very character-driven, only apply if you’re prepared to make long(ish) posts. I know that real life sometimes gets in the way, so that’s why I’m looking for quality over quantity. One post a week is fine as long as it’s well-written. I’d rather have one good post to read through than a bunch of short, half-assed posts that don’t do much to further the plot.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  rule three.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Discord is a must for this role play!! Once the cast has been selected, I’ll send out a discord link, where we’ll do most of our planning for this. Again, I just want this to be a fun experience for everyone!
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

intro

roles

rules

i don’t care,

i wanna have

control

genre

horror, mystery

status

accepting

gms

lvcid

spots open

5/6

cs

lore

ooc

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[lvcid]

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eden

she’s super freaky!

full name

eden taylor

nickname(s)

edie

age

18

d.o.b.

feb. 29th

p.o.b.

woodsboro, ca

gender

cis female

sexuality

pansexual

role

the freak

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  appearance

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  height

  
  

  5’6”

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  122 lbs

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Chopped haphazardly and bleached to within an inch of its life, Eden’s hair has been through it. The shag she sports now is courtesy her little brother, who thought it’d be funny to stick gum in her hair while she napped on the couch. She doesn’t mind the new look, though—she thinks it looks pretty metal. Needless to say, after all it’s endured, Eden’s hair, despite having a silky appearance, doesn’t have the best texture. It’s dry and a bit brittle to the touch—something that could easily be remedied with a good and thorough conditioning, though she hasn’t found it within herself to care enough to go through all that effort.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  5’6” is a fairly average height for girls, but something about Eden says “tall.” Maybe it’s her runner’s build—all long, lithe limbs—or maybe it’s the confident way with which she carries herself. Regardless, there’s something oddly intimidating about her, scary reputation aside.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Like any rebellious teenager, Eden has an array of small tattoos across her body. Perhaps the only one that is regularly visible is the one of a small broken mirror on the inside of her left arm.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  faceclaim

  
  

  Sophie Thatcher

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
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  While most teenagers would shudder to think that they could one day be labeled the town freak, Eden relishes in it. She was doomed from day one—living with a single mom and younger brother in a trailer park on the outskirts of town, a family that never quite recovered from fatherly neglect, and kids were cruel. Growing up, she always knew she was different on the surface—nice clothes were never something affordable for the Taylor household, and with her mom’s double shifts, there was no one to take her to and from school or support her on award days—but there was more to it than that. While the other girls her age were playing hopscotch at recess, Eden was busy digging in the dirt for bugs or hiding under the slide to read horror stories well-beyond what was appropriate for a kid’s eyes. Of course people took notice of the odd girl from the edge of Woodsboro, but it was only ever to whisper things, to point fingers and laugh. Eden wasn’t stupid, of course—she knew what the others said about her, but she didn’t mind. She liked to be left to her own devices, and what better way to keep people at bay than with an affinity for death?
  
  As Eden got older, she only continued to grow into her own skin, to become more confident. People still talked, and she still let them, but the things they said started to change. Boys—sometimes even girls—looked at her differently, but there was always someone nearby to remind them of who she was. She pins bugs to her walls. Be careful or you’ll be next. Eden would only smile as she passed, an eerie sort of warning to stay away.
  
  There’s a reason Eden keeps everyone at an arm’s length, something beyond the superficiality of not fitting in. She’s sure that if anyone were to care for her—even if it was only pretend—she’d let them in past her facade in a heartbeat, let them catch a glimpse of the frightened, sad girl inside, but what was she to do then? She learned early on that the people who are supposed to love you don’t always, and how was she to tell the difference until it was too late? So, she hides her insecurities behind her weirdness, her sarcasm, her thin veil of confidence in the hopes that no one would ever be stupid enough to try to see what bubbles underneath.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  adaptable, confident, curious, easygoing, humorous, independent, intelligent, resourceful

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  vices

  
  

  blunt, cowardly, cunning, distrusting, impulsive, rebellious, sarcastic, self-serving

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  angry girl music of the indie-rock persuasion, autumn, black nail polish, cold and rainy weather, the color red (but only in small doses), the horror genre, insects (dead or alive), junk food, long books, the macabre, marlboro cigarettes, retro video games, the smell of gasoline and the cheap perfume she regularly steals from the mall a few towns over
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  alcohol and the affects it has on people, anything that requires her to dress up, artificial cherry flavoring (it reminds her of cough syrup), bodies of water, conformity, the drama/romance category of media, most men, pictures of herself, poems that don’t rhyme, sandwiches, small dogs (especially her neighbor’s), the summer months, vegetables
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  Broken homes are usually defined by one absent parent, but Eden’s home was broken long before her dad left them. She can’t remember a time while he was there that he ever acted fatherly toward her or her brother. Angry people only become angrier when they’re drunk, and that was the case with Trey Taylor. His fits of rage were always the same—what started out as sharp, hateful words always ended with bruises which were to be covered up with long sleeves and pants the next day, no matter how hot it was. The worst thing about it, though, was that despite how horribly he treated Eden, there was some part of her that loved him, that longed for that feeling of fatherly affection and approval. Regardless of how hard he hit, he was the only father Eden ever knew, and when he abandoned them, she took it harder than she cared to admit, but hey, everyone has a few daddy issues, right?
  
  Eden’s mother, though she tried, wasn’t much more of a parental figure than her ex-husband was. While she was never violent, she was also never there. Between her double shifts she took on at the diner to keep the family afloat and nights she disappeared with men Eden knew wouldn’t come around a second time, she was rarely home. Eden was forced to take charge, stepping up to cook dinner for her brother and herself, to do the laundry, and to do the grocery shopping with what little money she could scrounge up from her mom’s wallet when she wasn’t looking.
  
  Perhaps that was why Eden loved horror books and movies so much—no matter how grim things at home seemed, things could always be worse.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  the end?

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  Senior year was supposed to be full of hope for Eden. Being her last year of high school, it wouldn’t be long before she could at last cash in her good grades for a one-way ticket out of Woodsboro to some art school on the East coast where being weird was a revered and useful thing, but her plans have taken a sudden halt. Though she wants to believe that the police are right—the Spill Ur Gutz app and gh0stface account are nothing more than a prank—there’s another part of her that’s terrified. She’s seen the horror movies—she knows how they always end, and it’s never with the freak walking away unscathed. The last thing Eden wants for herself is to die in this small town, which has done everything in its power to make her life miserable, but if Ghostface really is back, she’s not so sure she’ll have any other choice.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  strengths

  
  

  sneakiness, sprinting (those years of track and field weren’t for nothing), thinking on her feet
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  weaknesses

  
  

  any form of physical fighting, endurance (her cigarette lungs have to take their toll eventually), swimming (she can’t)

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  abandonment, death (but only her own), drowning

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  super freak

  
  
  
  

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♡coded by uxie♡

 

[savageshores]

ester montgomery

# the new kid

# amiah miller

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[KingofAesir]

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  bastille

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

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  name

  Shiloh Romina Castillo

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  nickname

  Shi, Casti-no

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  age

  Seveteen

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  date of birth

  August 16th

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  gender

  Cis Female

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  sexuality

  Bisexual (closeted)

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  occupation

  Part-time at library

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  role

  The Final Girl
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  Dark brunette, often pulled back into a ponytail tight enough to give her headaches. She might call it smart, but it's really the only thing she knows how to do to it. She braids it when she has the time, though it's often not as put together as she would like it to be.

  eyes

  
  

  Brown like black coffee and strong tea. Her father used to call her chocolate eyes, and make jokes about wanting to eat them or some other dad colored jeers. She's never found them all that appealing. They're brown, not much else to say.

  build

  
  

  Slight, leanly built. Hardly 5'4 on a good day. She'd like to say she's content with herself, but she wouldn't mind if she were a bit taller. It's difficult to get people to take you seriously when you have to look up at them and short jokes are the bane of her existence.

  attire

  
  

  Light colors, folded collars. Has a penchant for sweaters and smart button ups. Occasional ventures into baggier attire, but only during rare leisure time. It's better to always dress to impress, after all. There's no telling who you could come across and when she looks good she feels good.

  modifications

  
  

  Absolutely not. No way, no how.

  scars / markings

  
  

  Jagged, medium sized scar running half her lower abdomen. Tree climbing accident, although if you ask her she'll tell you she was mauled by a bear.

  misc info

  
  

  Fingernails bitten to the quick, often bleeding lips.

  weight

  119 lbs

  height

  5'4"
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  • virtues

    Ambitious

    Decisive

    Focused

    Gentle

    Intelligent

    Nurturing
  • vices

    Controlling

    Impatient

    Jealous

    Nervous

    Perfectionist

    Temperamental
  • likes

    Pastel colors

    Soft fabrics

    Coffee

    Book smell

    Clothes fresh out of the dryer

    Winter

    Acoustic music

    Sad movies

    dislikes

    Fireworks

    Cigarette smoke

    The dark

    Noisy people

    Dark chocolate

    Popcorn walls

    Crowds
  • strengths

    Loyal heart, quick-thinking, brave when it counts, analytical

    weaknesses

    Self-doubting, over-caring, obsessive, paranoid, anxious

    fears

    The dark, crowds, being alone, God
  • favourites

    Pastel reds and pinks

    Chicken salad sandwiches

    The Girl -City and Colour

    The Color Purple

    Coffee

    Reading

  
  Ain't that my old heart hanging out on your lines
  You're all fucked up, Saint Valentine.

  personality

  Shiloh is, above all, a driven woman. This manifests in different ways for different situations and people. Often times it can be a cold disposition or a insistent prod. Other times it is proud smiles. It's not all lazer eyed though. Shiloh is a kind girl, she tries her best to be gentle with people and has never said a bad word about anyone in her life. What you put out into the world comes back to you, after all, and Shiloh would rather not risk it. Perhaps part of it is the natural nurturing nature in her. She finds that she often draws in people around her in a way that's almost motherly. A great listener, but she'll hardly hesitate to tell it straight.
  
  Beyond her kind smiles and can-do attitude, is a nervous wreck. Shiloh finds it hard to get herself to relax for even a moment, and often overthinks just about anything that's able to be overthought. This causes her to be controlling and impatient. She wants things to go exactly how she plans in order stave off any worry that might overtake her. Any deviation from her mental outlines can cause a spiral. Shiloh wants things done right, but she wants them done quickly and this is often a hard thing to achieve. Her need for perfection can often veer into obsessive territory in projects or people. When she likes someone she feels possessive, perhaps for fear of loss, and jealousy is an easy thing to fall into.
• a gentle beginning

  Born in under a late August sun to two devoutly Catholic parents, Shiloh's life began roughly. It was a difficult home birth and her mother had nearly lost her life. They would later attribute her survival to miracles and God like they were so often to do. Beyond her birth, Shiloh's childhood was relatively calm. Her parents were loving, her family was large and often present. She did well in school, even as a young girl, and they were proud. There wasn't much to say about her early life and Shiloh herself might tell you she was lucky for those years.

  a rocky middle

  The beginning of her teen years started just as roughly as her beginning. Her mother was killed in a traffic accident and she and her father were left alone. The extended family surrounded them in the early, hard times and Shiloh found that she hated the claustrophobia of it all. She was fourteen when they buried her mother but she found the only thing she could feel at the time was the suffocating closeness of her family. It was strange to feel so violently against the caring presence of her family. She could hardly help the cold shoulder she offered them in return.
  
  They coddled and babied at her. Her father wanted to pull her out of school while they mourned, she had begged him not to. School became her only escape from everything during those times. She threw herself at every extra-curricular and AP class she could get into. As the years passed, her father grew distant and her family filtered away. It didn't matter much by that point. Shiloh was far too busy to care. College was a lighthouse to her drifting ship. If she worked hard now she could get into a good college far, far away from Woodsboro. So she lifted her head, straightened her back and marched forward. It was hard to notice the way her father was withering away when she was so wrapped up in getting away. He had been bright once, an artist by trade, but his art faded into hazy memory. Different coping mechanisms, Shiloh would define it as. She coped by distracting herself and he coped by withdrawing into himself. That was all. It would pass.
  
  It didn't pass. Three years blew by and Shiloh was filling out college applications and doubling down in her studies and he was still...a ghost living in her house. That family that had been so present at the beginning stopped visiting, stopped sending letters on birthdays, dropped off the face of the Earth. But she couldn't let that affect her. She had college and her future to worry about, after all. There wasn't any room for fixing family issues or reaching out to the shell of a man that occupied the recliner in their living room.
  
  School was more important. College was more important. Her future was more important. Her father could handle himself, right?

  a terrifying now

  Shiloh would be a liar if she said Spill Ur Gutz and it's less than ideal implications didn't terrify her. Sure, in all likelihood it was just some stupid prank by an equally stupid classmate, but there was still the what if that left her reeling. But she couldn't let the less logical side of her brain take over like that. There was too much at stake here. If she wanted to get into Amherst or UR or any number of other far away colleges, she couldn't afford to be distracted by idiotic pranks. If asked about it Shiloh might scoff or wave you off with a laugh. After all, she already spent too much of her life thinking everything was life or death, she didn't need anything that actually was.
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Ysa — YSL, baby

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  ⊱ a true Machiavellian
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  ⊱ is known to write shitty poetry instead of journaling like her therapist wishes she would
  ⊱ a sleuthing queen who's had multiple Charlie from It's Always Sunny..., going crazy over the details moments.
  ⊱ big ole weeb
  ⊱ does adderall recreationally

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗​

  ℰ𝓁𝑜𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓃𝓉 ♜ 𝒮𝓉𝓊𝒷𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃 ♞ 𝒞𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈 ♝ 𝒞𝓊𝓉𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝒶𝓉 ♛ 𝒞𝑜𝓁𝒹 ♚ 𝒮𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 ♝ 𝒮𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸 ♞ ℐ𝓃𝓃𝑜𝓋𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 ♜ 𝒟𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔​

  ⊱ Ever since Ysabela Leander won her spot as the Student Body President, people have taken to calling her the Ice Queen. Amongst the Student Council, she's known even further as the Virgin Queen, primarily due to the similarities between her and Queen Lizzie I. However, Ysa wears her icicle crown with pride. She's fully aware of both nicknames, and while she prefers one over the other, she's quite aware that she's better off not acknowledging the virgin comments, knowing her reputation might precede her. That's what Ysabela has mastered well: the art of appearing so far removed from her subjects that nothing bothers her. When it does... there's hell to pay. The uncertainty concerning when Ysa's next outburst will occur keeps almost everyone in line. A spoilt child, and Woodsboro obeys only out of fear of what she can get away with.
  
  ⊱ Perpetually composed, Ysa rules her sector of Woodboro High School with an iron fist, of sorts. Every word out of her mouth is intentional. She tends to speak like a grandmother, slow and purposeful. Ysa doesn't stutter. She doesn't even rephrase things. The most basic she gets within a conversation is when she uses wit. Anyone who threatens her status perpetually is on the receiving end of her biting comments. If she's not making deceptively rude remarks, she's likely planning someone's downfall.
  
  ⊱ One thing that keeps Ysa's populace in check is the painful awareness they have of her abilities to destroy someone with a flick of her wrist. Really, it takes more work than just that, but she'll never reveal those secrets. For someone who commands the respect and attention of the room, she has innumerable secrets. When someone's deep secrets are revealed or a Carrie-like situation occurs at Prom, everyone knows it's her, but no one bothers to figure out how she does it. Ever since freshman year, Ysa's scheming and ability to make things disappear akin to a Mafia boss have remained mysteries. It's one of those aspects to her that people neglect to discuss for fear of what she'll do in response. That and a girl's hair disappeared the day after she questioned Ysabela's methods in sophomore year.
  
  ⊱ Because of this, it's no surprise that Ysabela lacks many true friends. She has students who follow her because they have to, but rumors round abound when the school bell rings. When they come for her, they strike where she is weakest: the gossip mill, which continues to persist on a wheel forged by self-loathing, future-Sigma Pi rejects that fathered the idiots who question her now.
  
  

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  𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖎𝖗𝖑​

  𝒮𝑜𝒻𝓉 ♖ ℐ𝓃𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓊𝓇𝑒 ♘ 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓎 ♗ 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈 ♔ 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓂 ♕ 𝒱𝓊𝓁𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 ♗ 𝒜𝒹𝒹𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 ♘ 𝒞𝓁𝓊𝓂𝓈𝓎 ♖ ℐ𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓉​

  ⊱ In the depths of Ysabela Leander's soul, there exists a shiny pit of goodness and sunshine. It was shoved far into the depths long ago, but with each passing year of damn-near solitude, it threatens to come up to the surface. Those who have had the pleasure of seeing it aren't around much these days, especially her dad. The people who feel her warm personality bubbling underneath usually leave once they realize how rare it appears. Her coldness is only worsened once people realize there's something kinder underneath. What happened to people like her being a work-in-progress or a loner with a heart of gold?
  
  ⊱ When Ysa lets her guard down, she's known to be sunny and comedic. Her intellect shines through her witty banter instead of her domineering speech. While she's still as demanding as ever, she's more so like a kid on a road trip asking "Are we there yet?" Ysabela can be quite the character when she lets her vulnerability and insecurity drift away. She rarely is okay with being exposed, but when she is, she lights up the room.
  
  ⊱ It's a shame more people don't see Ysa's lighter side. The nervousness that comes with letting the soft girl out causes her to stumble over her words and drop things on accident. Unfortunately, those same clumsiness-inducing insecurities make for a pretty addictive personality and an anxious-avoidant-attachment style. If Ysa has decided to let you in on who she is, she'll probably do anything in her power to keep you around. Until she thinks you're going to leave her... then she destroys you before you destroy her.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  The Leanders like to consider themselves the royals due to a long family history of political prestige, which the matriarch, Jada, had only perpetuated. In their hometown of Los Angeles, they have been a part of damn near every successful industry and initiative that has made its way through town. Although they currently wear the proverbial crown, Jada is surprisingly the first Leander to involve herself in politics; prior to now, most involvement has been through backdoor deals and illicit meetings. Jada has the town worshipping at her feet. She has the beautiful family; the calming, charismatic voice; and the decisiveness of a born leader. With her at the forefront, most people overlook her crumbling family. Jada will be damned before the image of a picture-perfect family gets smeared in any way whilst her reputation is at stake. Nine years ago, everyone's heart broke for Jada and Ysabela when Marco fell ill. He has been struggling ever since. Most days, he is too sick to stay with them. Marco has only made a handful of appearances these past few years, and each time, he seems weaker. He has often been written about as a sign of the times, and rumors now run rampant about the mother-daughter pair in light of the Spill Ur Gutz. Given Jada's run for mayor, it was a blow to her career to see suggestions that she's killing her husband line the front page. There's a reason that no one has really seen Marco much these days. There's a reason people eye Ysabella with more scrutiny than ever, knowing Spill Ur Gutz sounds exactly like something she'd come up with. Most will laugh and say "the bitch goes everything she deserves, and more."
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  ⊱ The Leander family were close-knit. The type of picture-perfect family with a golden retriever and an old Victorian. To be fair- they did actually have a golden retriever (her name was Daisy), and they lived in a restored Victorian that had been in the Leander family for decades before a brief property exchange and eventual abandonment. Marco had been the one to restore the house to its former glory. He let Ysabela decorate her room as she saw fit, making it their first Dad-&-Daughter project.
  
  ⊱ Much to the everyone's surprise, given how they were the past few years, Marco and Ysabela were two peas in a pod. She was his pride and joy. While Jada was off networking with fellow statesmen, they were busy spending time in the garage together. Marco used to manufacture custom furniture and refurbish antiques. Ysa spent time with him almost every day, kicking her legs back and forth as she sat in the lawn chair on the edge of the garage door. He'd play her favorite music (which happened to be his- but who's surprised there). At one point, Jada grew resentful of the time her daughter and husband spent together. Sure, it was only natural for them to grow close given how distant Jada was. Yet, she disliked how much of Marco's time Ysabela took. Or perhaps it was the other way around. Either way, she felt disconnected from her family.
  
  ⊱ When Marco left, Ysabela's favor twisted. Ysa was only 10 at the time, and yet he was gone of his own volition. Jada continued to tend to her political duties, even as rumors began to circulate about her husband's disappearance. Marco came home, sure enough, and people just thought his 9-month absence had to do with what the family would learn in only 3 years' time. Prior to knowledge leaking of Marco's illness, the town perpetuated dozens of rumors. A popular one was that the coincidence that he was gone for only 9 months had to do with an affair. Fortunately for Jada, the excuse that he simply went on a trip to China to look into bamboo furniture was more than enough to quell the rumors. Everyone and anyone used to believe the words that came out of Jada Leander's mouth, and most still do. Except for her daughter.
  
  ⊱ People still wonder why Ysa hates her father so much. In middle school, she would spin yarn after yarn about how much she despised Marco. She said he was off fucking Jada's secretary. He went away to romance a fellow carpenter but it turned out he was being catfished. He left his only daughter and beautiful wife because he's a murderer for hire. She would say anything, make up anything, to fight the painfully logical excuses her parents made. Except they weren't logical, at least not to Ysa, who was the one to wake up with no father when the night before she had one. After a year, she began to accept that she wouldn't know the answer to why Marco left. It didn't stop her from despising her father. She stopped speaking to him, going weeks at a time without even so much of a word uttered to him. For a moment, Jada thought her daughter had become mute. Yet, with Marco on Ysa's no-fly list, Jada managed to become her daughter's favorite.
  
  ⊱ The pair began to be friends. They became notable figures around town, helping everyone forget the mild scandal of Marco's vacation. Instead, they started to recognize the Leander women. Jada, with her charisma, and Ysabela, with her charming shyness and imaginativeness (that Jada not-so-subtly converted from rampant lies to instead a whimsical knack for storytelling). It was only a matter of time before Marco was quickly forgotten, until his illness. It was almost as if overnight Ysa came to realize the true power of the Leander family.
  
  ⊱ Publicly, they were the family- the kind with the old Victorian and the golden retriever. However, internally, the cracks were starting to show. Then, Marco went missing again. Except, this time, when he came back, he and Jada sat their daughter down and revealed to her the nature of his illness: colon cancer, stage 4. They had waited to tell her, all these years later, until they could no longer hide reality. Nurses piled into the home, tending to him, until Jada pushed her lover out of the house. "He's going to a facility in Switzerland; they have an experimental treatment the doctors want to try."
  
  ⊱ She knew better, of course. She watched her mother turn her nose down at him, scoffing every time a caretaker came in to pester her about her husband's care. Ysabella's frown deepened, and she came to realize that neither parent were truthful about who they were. Soon, Jada Leander expected the same from her daughter.
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  ⊱ It came as no surprise when in the latter half of 8th grade, Ysabela fell into the wrong crowd. The regret and guilt-wracked her body, making her turn to rebelliousness. It came in quick supply when she found her way into the gaggle of boys who did nothing but play video games, praise the unfortunate ground that alt rock gods walked on, and smoke weed together. Ysa thought that these boys as her friends.
  
  ⊱ They were not, and her rebellion became short-lived after the threat of juvie landed upon her. All but one, James, had abandoned her with a six-pack at the end-of-the-year dance, forcing her to take the full fall and Jada Leander's wrath. "You're lucky your father is dying," she'd spit at her in the car. "That was money that should've been spent on the campaign," she muttered after Ysa offered no response, cringing at her words.
  
  ⊱ When James didn't come to 8th grade graduation, she realized even further how much she relied upon lies and her mother's knack for them. Not only was she indebted to them, but she was bound to them.
  
  ⊱ Over the summer, Ysabela grew into her stony demeanor. Gone was the shy, sweet girl who wore glasses and talked about Legend of Zelda all the time. Heading into freshman year, she became a respected figure quickly, parental pressure and a desire to create her own escape fueling her. As merely a little freshie, she joined the Student Council as their Treasurer. During that first year, she made dozens of suggestions that helped improve the school. Ysa wasn't exactly feared, but her improvements to the school made her well-respected. That, coupled with her mother's status, made Ysabela Leander a powerful figure. She had made herself an impenetrable person throughout her high school career. After middle school, from the bullying to the terrible choice in friend groups, she stopped being around people she couldn't absolutely trust, unwilling to put her in the same pit where someone else had to fish her out. After all, there was no one to pull her out, at least not without strings attached and debts to pay. She pushed those away who presented a threat, keeping them in line through petty gossip and the ever-present underlying threat of her family's historic control of the media. It wasn't until Homecoming that she fully transformed.
  
  ⊱ Sophomore year marks the first time everyone saw the evil that lurks within Ysa. How truly cruel she can be. Nora Byrne, a senior largely regarded as the It-Girl and frankly a massive bitch who had ignored Ysabella's presence until she became an advantageous pawn, had suspected her girlfriend of cheating, a little fact that Ysabella was confided in about as the Student Body President prepared for elections and asked Ysa to run as Vice President. Sleuthing, which pretty much amounted to following around Nora's partner, brought her to the fact that Maia, Nora's cousin, was the other half of the tango. Deviousness took hold, and Ysabella utilized an alarming amount of pictures of the illegal pair to create an Instagram account dedicated to their affair. When people used QR codes pasted around the gym to cast their Homecoming Court votes, they were shockingly lead to said account, where both Brynes were set aflame.
  
  ⊱ The fallout wasn't what Ysabella imagined, thinking that Nora Byrne would turn into a screaming mess in light of the embarrassment. She expected a scandal. Instead, she forced Maia to be ostracized and earned Nora's affections. Second-in-command, of sorts, until Nora and her posse graduated, leaving the keys to Ysa. She wanted to rule the kingdom that obviously Nora Byrne thought she deserved. Her callousness, akin to the mother's she so hated, had backfired, of sorts, and instead allowed her to reap the benefits of the ruling class of Woodsboro High. Fate offered her an opportunity, despite her immaturity, and she would be a fool not to play into its hand. She was Queen.
  
  ⊱ Junior year followed as her height of reign, with more and more fallout at the hands of a lesson never learned: Ysabella benefitted from cruelty, from iciness, even if it left her lonely. Her mother's eyes sparkled at the sight of her daughter's significance and success. Marco was allowed to return home more, given Ysabella had proven she could manage her image, her schooling, and her father. Of course, the higher she climbs, the more she stands to fall. The lonelier she is, as no one seeks to be friends with a bitch who will sleep with your partner, who will cheat off you in class, who will stab you as Brutus even though she is Caesar. Eyes watch her and mouths salivate to see the Ice Queen topple, and as senior year takes root, Ysabella fears her end.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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[aeneas.]

orion leopold abbot

#the muscle

#alex schlab

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orion

the muscle

full name

orion leopold abbot

nickname(s)

rion, starman, leo (only by his mother)

age

eighteen years old

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cismale

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malibu

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april thirteen

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  black and sinfully soft. unbeknownst to the student body, orion puts a lot of thought into his appearance; styling his hair before school and having an entire hair-care routine. not that it matters as rugby ruins it at the end of the day with tackles and dirt.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  eyes

  
  

  brown under the sun and black in the shade. rival teams find a daunting competitor in his vulpine eyes. friends see absolutely no thoughts.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  height

  
  

  6'0"

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  body mods.

  
  

  lobe piercings he got from a friend in freshmen year ala-parent trap, he doesn't put any earrings on while at school but there's a reason why they still haven't closed up.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  style

  
  

  orion's closet

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  playlist

  
  

  ; starman

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  virtues

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  supportive, loyal, soft, easygoing, attentive, charismatic.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  vices

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  malleable, stubborn, willfully ignorant, hedonistic, insecure, temperamental.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  ✮ When you've been on top of the social food chain since elementary school, the most common adjectives about you would be "cool". Cool could mean a lot of things and somehow Orion encapsulated all definitions of the word. He was cool in the way his friends enjoyed it. Suave. Charismatic. Down to have a good time and not particularly a long one. The one who'd laugh at stupid jokes at his own expense and make even worse comebacks—the "cool dude". He was also cool the same way one would describe the glaciers. Cold. Untouchable. Unachievable yet desirable nonetheless. Cool in the way marble statues of heroes were; stone freezing, yet chiseled to perfection. One single breath from him could be praised as if he invented the concept and a smile would garner a reaction you'd imagine people would wear when they meet god.
  
  ✮ Behind the curtains, Orion is the furthest thing from a cool dude—borderlining hot mess. They say heavy is the crown, the same could be said about medals. Being Woodsboro's golden champion meant the same as a self-portrait being made of you by a painter who has never seen your face and only knows the deeds you've done. You don't see yourself in the end, but an ideal image of yourself. A picture meant to uphold and a persona meant to be played to perfection. Behind his painting stood Orion Leopold Abbot, a teenager with quirks and issues.
  
  ✮ Burrowed in the cracks of his pedestal was his habit of knowing when he should be driving up to school to ensure he had someone in his clique to keep him company because he didn't like the individual attention. And don't even get him started on his weakness to peer pressure. Despite perceived notions, Orion cant stand isolation; and when you strike gold in the popularity lottery, it is easy to go broke by one simple utterance of "no". If allowing his peers to walk all over him made him a doormat, then so be it, at least he was a beloved doormat. The kind of doormat that got invited to parties at the expense of looking the other way at distasteful sights, covering for his good ol' pals when they asked—barely questioning, only going along. It wasn't like he had no sense of morals, he'd give his mutters of protest when he knew there was a line being crossed but he hid any tones of frustrations with playful shoves and boyish attitude.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  interests

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  rugby

  
  

  Despite the stereotypes that come with the statement, rugby is Orion's life. He has been playing since his father gave him some practice gear for his eighth birthday. It was the main medium of bonding between him and his father and losing it would leave him lost in the world. Admittedly, he's starting to think it's the only thing he's good at.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  romcom buff

  
  

  It's because he has a younger sister, okay? And *definitely* not because he genuinely eats up whatever Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore shove in his face.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  home economics

  
  

  It is the only subject he's good at besides physical education. Sewing and cooking is therapeutic but you didn't hear that from him.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  likes

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  healthy snacks, the smell of the beach, hot coffee—preferably with cream, jogs at sunrise, his guard dog bartholomew, summertime, the mad max film series, embroidery, anything with cinnamon, sea creatures.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  dislikes

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  orange juice (or orange-flavored anything for that matter), candid photos, gossip, reality tv, the smell of cheap perfume, the smell of cigarette smoke, big formal events, tests, taxidermied animals, silence.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
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  am i still picking you up tomorrow??

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  duh. you know what time.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  The Abbots were a group of scientist's attempt to create a suburban nuclear family out of Malibu socialites. In other words, horrific and barely hanging onto to dear life, ready to explode at any minute. Edmund and Chesa Abbot were happy raising their son in the sunny beach paradise in Malibu until they weren't. Call it a sudden desire for white picket fences and the aesthetics of "middle-class living" but Edmund had nothing but money to burn and so they packed up and set up shop in the small town of Woodsboro. From the prolonged "trips" back to their villa back in Malibu, it was clear that Chesa wasn't loving the change as much as Edmund thought she would. Thus in a last-ditch effort to save himself the time answering divorce documents, Orion's sister Delilah was conceived.
  
  Whoever said babies couldn't fix a marriage was a fucking liar. Since Delilah had graced the holy Earth, everything was smooth sailing on the S.S. Abbot. Sure, Orion's father barricaded himself in his study to focus on his law firm back in Malibu, and yeah, his mother breathed down both his and his sister's necks in order to feel some sense of living. But they were all good. Besides, Orion was too young to understand and it wasn't like he was given the time to. The Abbot parenting style relied on a lot of extracurricular activities like violin and rugby or cello and ballet.
  
  Settling into the new environment was actually a piece of cake. It turns out that kids enjoy new kids who come from the new family that reeked of influence. First week into 1st grade and he had been invited to a copious amount of playdates and birthday parties. It was then Orion decided he liked Woodsboro. It was simple. Safe. And it was easy to feel like he belonged, especially when the town had carved a place perfectly fit for him and his family to belong in the first place.
  
  By sophomore year in high school, Orion decided he didn't entirely like Woodsboro. Yet, it was the only thing he really had going for him. Violin was a bust and rugby became the one constant in his life that paved the road to success. The talk of scholarships through the sport had been a common point in every conversation with his parents—his father especially. "How are you home so early? He'd say whenever he wasn't in his dragon's den. "Doesn't your coach know anything about work ethic?" Rugby easily became his life. And everything around him was just an accessory to the lifestyle Edmund Abbot had set for his son.
  
  It was his bridge to everything; his father, his mother, his friends, his school. Sure, his family's bank account and flashing opulence played as the hook to his growing popularity but it was the prowess that acted as the sinker. Without it, he didn't know what he would have become. All the Abbot children were golden children. However, the thickness of their gold coating was different. Delilah was the brains—the graceful one, she who never failed an exam, a renaissance woman. And Orion was the brawns. Whatever that meant beyond sports and athletics. Where his sister had been looking into the future by the time she hit first year, Orion stayed festering and drifting into the expanse of the unknown, blanketed in the stability of everything familiar to him.
  
  He always knew how the water tasted in Woodsboro; every make-out spot at school, what every carving engraved in the forest trees said, and every trick in the book to remain afloat.
  
  As his championship titles started to stack up, the more his place in school was secured. Starman. Once the rising underclassman playing with the big boys, now the heartthrob senior who wooed the student body with his athletic figure and coolheaded demeanor. In his final year of high school, some say he had the world in the palm of his hands. Who really cared if college was on the horizon? The rugby team was already made of fratboys; drinking till they walked like headless chickens and singing like wasted sailors stranded in the middle of the sea. Whatever pit growing in his stomach was just a figment of his imagination. The cringes he got from his own team were affectionate. His neediness to stay afloat was a joke.
  
  If you ignore the cracks of an already weak foundation, what does it matter? A building is still a building. It isn't broken until it crumbles into rubble.
  
  So when the Spill Ur Gutz app came out of left field, claimed the revival of Ghostface, and scared the student body of Woodsboro High School shitless—it was Orion's obligation to act above it all. Achilles didn't flinch when he faced the Trojans. And at the end of the day, this was just a stupid senior prank.
  
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  ✮ An athlete since he learned how to walk, Orion has the endurance of an Olympian. Excelling in any tests of physical prowess, and he'll shoot a wink while he does it.
  ✮ Orion could be best described as a golden retriever, extremely loyal, and a team player at heart. Once you've earned his respect, he'll follow you around like a tail, willing to do what is best for those he commits himself to.
  ✮ There is a thin line between bravery and stupidity, and Orion is that line—juggling both in his hands. He won't hesitate to scale an abandoned cell tower, walk through the woods, or squash a spider.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  ✮ Call it a result of his namesake, but Orion possessed the same mindset as a Greek hero. He saw himself to be a modern Atlas, holding the world on his shoulders; Achilles, untouchable and undefeated. Too bad he never read the books to know that even demigods can be killed.
  ✮ Let's just put it out there, Orion is not the sharpest tool in the shed. Some would even argue he's not even a tool in the shed, to begin with. Books and lectures are difficult for the poor guy, words blur and voices muffle. This has made him deeply insecure about any independent thoughts cultivated in his mind, making him dependent on the ideas of others.
  ✮ There's a firecracker in his depths. Its line fizzles and lights every occasion but when it ignites, it goes off. Orion is more than aware of his anger issues, the broken plaster on his walls makes it difficult for him to forget. He's trying to overcome it, okay?
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  fears

  
  
  

  ✮ failure.
  ✮ dying without a purpose or legacy.
  ✮ the future and the change that comes with it.
  ✮ being completely, utterly alone.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  ✮ is actually a really nice dude. will help granny's cross the street.
  ✮ has undiagnosed dyslexia and adhd.
  ✮ he has a fake laugh for the public to hear, and a hyena chortle for his friends.
  ✮ is actually very lost with what he wants to do after high school and yes, he's in a panic.
  ✮ giving very 30/90 energy internally.
  ✮ maybe it's popularity, maybe it's being micromanaged by everyone around you
  ✮ despite popular beliefs, he has never done drugs and only drinks socially.
  ✮ his favorite movie is anything involving drew barrymore, she is his queen.
  ✮ is very oblivious to his social standing and the success that comes with it.
  ✮ cares a lot about what people think.
  ✮ his and his sister's room has a door in between their connecting wall so orion could always bug her.
  ✮ lowkey needy.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Terran Dane Bigsby

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Terry Bear(by his aunt), Bigs

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  January 1st

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Houston, TX

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  cis male

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  homosexual

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  style

  
  
  

  He wears baggy clothes, but keeps the appeal of being fashionable. He's been picking out his own clothes since he was 10 years old. He's got a dark, grungy look. His look is streetwear meets rockerboy. He's ot afraid to push boundaries either, dressing according to how he feels that day.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  ambitions

  
  
  

  
  Draven wants to make a name for himself outside of being a Bat kid.
  Draven wants to repay Bruce for all he's done for him.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  personality

  
  
  

  
  No matter what your opinion is of him, Draven simply doesn't have time for your shit. The Wayne is all business, one thing he cannot stand is people who waste his time, he simply wants to get the job done and go home. Some would call him uptight, but he just calls it having discipline. Every thing he does is motivated by his desire to meet his family's expectations, there's simply no time for distractions. Failure is simply not an option for him, he'd rather work himself into insanity than ask for help or admit defeat.
  
  Draven may be very cold and distant, but deep down it's because its just how he was raised. He pushes everyone away but what he really needs is someone to show him the affection he never got growing up. He refuses to accept help from others because it makes him feel weak. He is too serious and does not trust others easily, but there's a part of him that's longing to make friends and have the fun teenagers are supposed to have.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

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nine lives

 

[BELIAL.]

— Dorothea Grace
For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the grave who shall give thee thanks? - Psalms 6:5

01. basics.

NAME: Dorothea Mary-Eunice Grace

NICKNAME(S): Thea

AGE: 17

DATE OF BIRTH: Sep 21

PLACE OF BIRTH: Bardstown, Kentucky

GENDER: Female

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual, as far as she knows

ROLE: The New Kid

02. appearance.

HEIGHT: Five foot six

WEIGHT: One hundred thirty five lbs.

EYES: Green

HAIR/HAIR STYLE: Sort of a strawberry blonde, with a natural wave in the body of it; length often at her shoulders and cut with a straight pair of scissors.

BUILD: Smaller frame, smaller chest with wider hips. She's more of pear shaped than anything, though this is often hidden behind A-line skirts and dresses, or some sort of oversized sweater. Modesty is key, and you'd not see any of Thea aside from her face.

BODY MODIFICATIONS: Ears pierced, a single hole, the most that she's ever begged of her parents

FACE CLAIM: Odessa Young

03. psychology.

PERSONALITY: A skittish young thing, Thea longs for excitement. Adrenaline rushes fill her with joy, obscure and macabre things excite her, and even acting a little rebellious manages to fuel her flame. She's prone to impulsivity, moreso in recent years, though that is from so many years spent being taught and beaten into submissiveness. Very quickly will she back down, however, never enjoying the confrontation or the warmth in one's cheeks from being proven wrong or chastised. Rejection still gets to her, probably worse if it's response to her somewhat impulsive urges. Better to keep quiet and safe, she tells herself still, though she knows most of this comes from her mother's influence.

As empty of a slate as there can be, while Thea presents rather kind and shy, she is seeking some sort of attachment. Having no sense of closeness to her father, or his new wife, part of Thea just wishes she could runaway with a boyfriend, or somebody really. She's yet to experience most of the world, and would do so with a strange dependency on others around her. Wanting to fit in just as much as she would like to make waves, she lacks the nerve for either. Very quickly would Thea bend to another's will, naive to the inner machinations of those around her, interpreting actions as surface level or within moralistic codes that she could understand. There is no grey. There is good and bad, and that is all there is.

Still, she's keenly aware that her desperation to be liked or to be included could come off as needy or just that: desperate. There's a level of reservation, because of that, that threatens to hold back her desires to leap out. Better to avoid making an enemy than to make a fool of herself, as much as that notion frustrates her. Melancholy often follows, then ignited by a sense of righteous anger. Thea's yet to truly make something of that anger beyond pulling at her own hair or ripping holes in her tights. Having a step-mother who so clearly refuses to allow Thea to express herself, and a father who's only begun to really give a fuck (and just as strict), means that she's just a boiling pot ready to spill over.

Further withholding presents itself as latent, and active, fervent dogmas. As much as she would like to shake old habits, they die hard. Judgemental to this degree, her initial thought is to so quickly find the negatives in someone. Warped bible verses plague her mind, becoming rather heated sentiments about others. She's not beyond calling someone a whore or a slut for doing nothing remotely wrong, but to Thea it's a grievous error. Most of her own self expression is monitored by this, a hedonist broiling under the surface for some release. Always, always, Thea thinks: what would Mother say?.

Suffice to say, she's a bit weird for that.

VIRTUES: Dutiful, Sympathetic, Gracious, Knowledgeable, Modest

VICES: Secretive, Impatient, Cowardly, Perfidious, Temperamental

LIKES: Black tea, Floral perfumes, Autumnal weather, Baking, Adrenaline rushes, Smell of Match smoke, Reading

DISLIKES: Confrontation, Beaches (and sand), Physical touch, Smell of Gasoline, Velvet, Spicy food

STRENGTHS: Stamina (surprisingly a good runner), Lockpicking (a self-taught skill), Follower (she'll listen when told, or especially when yelled at), Self-preservation (Whatever it takes.)

WEAKNESSES: General weakness (body strength is not a positive), Mental weakness (quick to cry, quicker to anger, a major wrench in rational judgement), and An actual horrible sense of self-preservation (Whatever it takes, but that doesn't mean it's the right thing to do).

FEARS: Hell (eternal damnation, pitchforks and fiery pits, the whole box-set), Mother's Memory (disappointing her, surprising her, hell even loving her), Darkness (a sensory deprivation of the worst kind), Being Forgotten (who will remember thee?)

04. backstory.

Once upon a time, the new kid, someone ostracised from the greater society would have been just that type of person: a counterculture representative, be it with projected satanic scriblings or nontraditional ways of living. The unknown kid on the edge of town; the mysterious mid-western, with a penchant for collecting deer skulls; or even just someone willing and able to seek whatever lies, loves and life they can. Not a freak, not a loser, just... somebody.

Dorothea is some amalgamation of all of that, having been born in a small Kentucky town as the youngest of three. Two older brothers heralded her entrance into the world, with a mother and a father who were as devout as it came to religion. They were strict, holding each and every child with a tight lace. Their father was a minister at the local church, and their mother stayed at home. She'd whine and moan about being left at home, taking out her restlessness on her kids. With a stiff hand, Mother forced complacency and religiosity onto her children the only way she knew how. Having come from an equally devout Irish family, traveling to America had been her sentence to hell, so she'd said. The only way she'd be happy, as she told them, is if they proved themselves to God. Then, of course, they could make their dear mother happy.

Such was the way. All three were home-schooled for most of their years, with their only interactions being each other, the family, and Sunday Mass with the town. Dorothea, most of all, enjoyed these Sundays. Despite such rigid upbringings, there was a part of her that yearned; craved, really, for stimulation. Her older brother, Jacob, shared such sentiments. Though the eldest, Elijah, did not. He chastised them for staying out late in the fields, where the two would make up songs and dances while they twirled in wreathes of corn. They were thick as thieves in the face of such an oppressive life. Heading to the library, they'd sneak each other books and movies. Anything they couldn't watch at home, that Elijah couldn't snitch on them for, they got it.

Thea wished to be rid of it all, so she'd tell her brother. Wanting to be just as reckless as the kids in the movies, or even the other youth in town-- her yearning for delinquency was passive at best, but made her lash out otherwise. Her punishments were more frequent.

Father was careless with his kids, paying no mind to what they did and how they acted. He cared less on how his wife raised them, though once or twice Thea could swear he raised an eyebrow at an outburst. Still, the man said nothing. He was useless.

Mother's favourite punishment was isolation. The bedroom door would be locked, the lightbulbs pulled out, and all that would remain would be a candle and the bible. These isolations could last hours, or days. Dorothea could remember one time she'd gotten reprimanded for getting her Sunday dress all dirty, and thus spent two days straight in her room. Jacob had to sleep on the couch downstairs, for the first night anyway. In all of the times spent locked away, something that Thea would bring upon on purpose in some cases, she'd already started trying to figure out the best way to get out. Keeping one's child restrained does nothing to keep them fully docile; if anything, it inspires the will of rebellion.

So by twelve she'd finally figured out how to pick the lock, perfectly, everytime. It was her own personal achievement, something she knew she'd be able to use against Mother if she so chose to continue to lock them away.

But at that point, scandal gripped the family. Their Father, a man so distant, finally broke down and admitted his worst sin: that he had cheated, multiple times, with one of the wives in town. It had been going on for years, and he'd only finally come clean since the wife he'd had his affair with was outed by her husband. The children were astonished but none so much as Mother herself. She raged, relentless, working herself up to the point of hysteria. It was a week of pure insanity, a traumatizing time spent watching and hoping that their mother would not do something reckless. In the past she'd displayed such unstable tendencies.

It culminated to a fire. In the middle of the night, though Thea would remember it most, as she had broken out of her room after a stint locked away. She smelled the smoke, ran downstairs, and witnessed the horror of it.

Only she and her father managed to get out safely. Outcast in society, due to the affair coming out, they had no choice but to leave with what little personage they had. Heading West, they settled in Sacramento briefly, only for about two years. It was enough for Thea to feel somewhat comfortable in public school, though she knew that she had been left severely unprepared by her Mother's homeschooling. Still, they packed up once again once her father remarried. She was a pretty little thing, and as it turned out, just as insanely religious as her mother had been. She was far weirder than Mother, citing Angel numbers throughout the day, and urging the family to move elsewhere to her family home. Her insistence, it seemed, was to rekindle her old relationships with those in town. Thea had some idea that this was a far-fetched dream, but had little voice to object.

So they packed up again, heading to Woodsboro. Keeping rather hush about the messy ordeal, the family has only recently moved in. Already, though, they've begun to pollute their own reputations. Her step-mother, known for being a very vocal critic of most things in town, already making more enemies than friends. Her father, stepping up from his previously useless role, is still a meek man. In the middle of it all, Thea, trying to keep her head down and settle some roots. All this Ghostface and Spill ur Gutz nonsense has put both of her parents on high-alert, though Thea isn't quite sure what to think of it.

She does find it quite funny. But she'd never admit that.

code by @leviathan.​