Realistic or Modern 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 [ 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 ]

[natasha.]

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  so, what's the story so far?

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  joshua wellington was a star in his hometown.
  
  he played almost every sport, he was cast as the lead in the school play, he was the life of every party. there was hardly a soul alive whom he was mean to, and almost everyone knew his name. there were six students in particular who were closest to him, and despite some differences among them all, they would all agree that their high school life wouldn't have been the same if they hadn't met joshua, and they sure as hell wouldn't remained a group of friends for those few years.
  
  when they all graduated and went their separate ways, most of them lost touch. even joshua hadn't been heard from for a while. nearly five years had passed before they all thought of joshua again, and that was only because they'd gotten a call one day, informing them of their high school friend's death.
  
  the news came as a shock to them all. some of them want to just accept it and try to move on, while some of the others think that the reason behind his death seems a little off. in any case, the six friends, once all close to joshua, find themselves coming together again, not just for the funeral, but also to carry out one of joshua's final wishes.
  
  he'd always talked about loving the beach, and his family owned a house near the coast that the group of friends often used during summer break in high school. the six of them, choosing to put past troubles between them all aside for the time being, agree to spend a week at the beach house in memory of joshua.
  
  but after all that time spent apart, all the unresolved issues and feelings from high school seem to be bubbling to the surface, and to add to the tension, there's still an aura of mystery surrounding joshua's death that some of them just can't quite let go of.
  
  a week at that beach house sounds like a recipe for disaster — but at least it's going to be a week none of them will ever forget.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
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  and who are the people involved?

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  the broken ace

  
  
  
  

  many see him as one of the most popular guys in school. being friends with joshua and captaining the football team was easily what gave him that title. he comes from a rich household which is led only by his father since his mother died many years ago. he's lived with a lot of responsibilty on his shoulders since his father always expected him to grow up and take over the family business (even if there were some dealings involved that were a bit below the belt). he's never really been interested in the family business though — truth be told, he's not really sure what he wants to do with his life because he never had much of a chance to explore his interests outside of sports. he's been raised to believe that having money is the most important thing, so despite hating his father while growing up, he knows his best chances of surviving this world would be to work with him — even if it's turned him into something of a workaholic now. he and his sister, the loose canon, always stood together against their father, so things are a little tense now since he went back on his word and started working for the guy. he is the former boyfriend of the prima donna, though he's not totally happy about how things ultimately ended between them. he and the cultured badass never got along.
  
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  the prima donna

  
  
  
  

  she's always been known as the golden girl. great grades, stunning good looks, captain of the cheerleading squad and always walking with purpose. to anyone who looked at her, it seemed like she had everything figured out, and she carried herself with the kind of confidence that wouldn't allow anyone to question that. all it really did, however, was hide the fact that she came from a broken home. she was once very well off because of a father who doted on her, but things changed when her father left the family for someone else who already had a younger daughter. when both him and his new wife died in a tragic accident, she ended up with the fragile butterfly, a step-sister she never asked for, and a perfectionist mother who emotionally abused both of her children because of her own bitterness toward her late husband — even though she was the one who chose to take in the orphaned child that wasn't hers. having to constantly maintain a perfect image to please her mother has turned her into a bit of a bitch, but can you blame her? she and the broken ace have a romantic past and things didn't end too well so there's a lot still left to sort through — including lingering feelings. she and the loose canon have never really gotten along, and it's primarily because she thinks that the sister of her ex-boyfriend had a role to play in their messy break-up.
  
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  the cultured badass

  
  
  
  

  trouble seems to follow him wherever he goes. it's not like he asks for it, but he's never been very good at controlling his temper, and he's passionate about certain things. he spent most of his childhood bouncing from one foster home to the other. he never settled anywhere because he always seemed to cause trouble. by the time he entered high school, he'd already built up a reputation for himself, one that caused most people to stay away from him out of fear, but joshua knew there was more to him than his stony exterior. truth be told, he's a fun guy, with interests that would shock people. most that meet him barely give him a chance to let that side of him shine. he struggled for money a lot, and as a result, he's done some things he's not totally proud of, but at that point people had their assumptions of him so he figured, why not prove them right? he's on a different path now though, but he's yet to determine if it's actually helping him or not. the only other person who ever got through to him was the loose canon, but there was something that kept him from pursuing anything further, and ultimately it forced him to stop talking to her altogether. he and the insufferable genius are surprisingly good friends though they're terrible wingmen for each other. he and and the broken ace have some longstanding beef and it probably hasn't helped that the hotshot doesn't think he has any business being around his sister.
  
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  the loose canon

  
  
  
  

  for as long as she can remember, she's just been an inconvenience to her father. he's the type of man who loves to be in control and have all the power and she honestly couldn't care less. ever since her mother died, she began to act out and her relationship with her father has been tense ever since because he believes she's just acting out to spite him and tarnish the image he spent years building for himself. ever since she found out that her father's money wasn't all made completely legally, she rebelled against him even more by staying out late and always doing the exact opposite of what she was told. meeting joshua was good for her at the time because she didn't have a lot of friends or people she could trust before that. since she's quick to jump to conclusions though, and largely guided by her emotions, she somehow never stopped causing problems for those around her — whether she intended it or not. it's part of the reason her brother and the prima donna broke up, though she's never particularly liked her anyway since she always thought she was just dating her brother for money and popularity. her best friend for most of high school was the cultured badass and though she harboured a crush on him, her self-esteem took a bit of a blow when they stopped talking. she's not the smartest person around, at least academically, so she was tutored by the insufferable genius a lot, and it was sort of a love-hate relationship.
  
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  the insufferable genius

  
  
  
  

  he's not your average nerd, that's for sure. he's smart and he knows it, and he tends to make sure everyone else knows it too. he won't take insults sitting down, and he doesn't tolerate bullies. of course, his quips and the fact that he has no filter has gotten him in trouble in school many times, but that doesn't really stop him. he used to tutor kids for a little bit of cash on the side, but it wasn't really enough to pay his mother's medical bills, and since he had a deadbeat dad and also had a younger sibling to take care of, he's always felt the need to take charge and make sure his family was always doing okay. his vast amount of knowledge was put to better use when he was with computers, and for a handsome fee, he could find pretty much anything anyone wanted. in a high school full of nosy kids, it was a pretty good business, and joshua happened to be one of his first customers. while most predicted that he'd be the least successful of the group, he's ironically the most successful thanks to an app he recently developed. despite constantly boosting his own ego and making people know how clever he was, the one thing he was never confident with was expressing how he felt for the fragile butterfly. and while he somehow gained the cultured badass as a best friend despite many differences between them, he remains a little intimidated by the prima donna. whether it's true or not, he's been led to believe that she's not very nice to her sister, and that doesn't sit well with him.
  
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  the fragile butterfly

  
  
  
  

  she's easily the most quiet one in the group, and many of the other students that looked at them often believed she was out of place among them all, but joshua didn't think so. in fact, he helped break her out of her shell a bit. the truth is, she's always just sort of hung out in her older sister's shadow and she's always felt like an outcast since she isn't biologically related to anyone she's living with. the kind of reputation that the prima donna had was something hard to live up to, and while she was also pressured by her step mother, just like her sister, it affected her differently. for most of her time in high school she dealt with a lot of anxiety and struggled with various insecurities. to everyone else, she was the kind one, the one who wouldn't harm a fly and had an almost infectious smile despite her shy demeanour, but much like her sister, all it did was hide the fact that she always felt like she didn't belong. the only one who made her feel differently for the longest time was the insufferable genius. she and her sister have a rocky relationship, because while she does love her and look up to her, she's unsure if the feeling is returned. she also became friendly the broken ace while he dated her sister since he was always nice to her. the relationship between her and her sister became even more tense when it seemed like she took his side instead of hers after the break-up, even if that wasn't necessarily the case.
  
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  GENERAL INFO
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  full name
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  APPEARANCE INFO
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  height & weight
  hair colour & style
  eyes
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  PERSONALITY INFO
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  BACKGROUND INFO
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  ?how did you know joshua wellington
  ?how do you feel about joshua's death
  do you think there's something weird about it all or do you want to just
  ?move on
  who are you least looking forward to seeing again after all these years and
  ?why
  history
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♡design by natasha., coded by uxie♡

 

[natasha.]

TW: mentions of substance abuse & addiction.​

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  did you think i tied myself to this tree because i had nothing to do?
  
  you'd be right if you did, but in my defense, i am extremely intoxicated and forgot that the protest isn't tonight.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  colby noelle huntington.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  also known as col, occasionally.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  twenty-two.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  august 29th.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  female.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  heterosexual.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  half british, part chinese + maori.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  the loose canon.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  5'4" (162cm).

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

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  49 kg (109 lbs).

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

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  dark brown eyes.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

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  dark brown hair.

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  colby's got medium length hair which is naturally quite wavy and she usually leaves it open most of the time, swept over to one side. when she needs to tie it up, it's usually done up in a bun.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  build

  
  
  
  

  colby has a slender frame with a few curves, and she more or less maintained that figure for most of her life by going for early morning runs. that was never her goal though — the runs were a way for her to get a better start on her day and let off some steam, but if it meant staying fit at the same time then great.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  attire

  
  
  
  

  colby's style can be best described as "bohemian grunge". it's been that way since high school, and in that regard, she hasn't changed a bit. she adores patterned clothing and anything with lace, often completing all of her looks with a sturdy pair of combat boots, and she's always sporting several rings or bracelets. she rarely wears colours that are very bright. most of her outfits, while belonging to colours outside black and grey, are usually either dark or less saturated. [ x - x - x - x - x ]

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  colby's ears are pierced three times on each side. she also has a bellybutton piercing that she got when she was sixteen. as far as tattoos go, she has three. the first one she got was of a sun right behind her ear, to pay tribute to her mother after her death (both of them were fans of the beatles' song 'here comes the sun'). the second of her tattoos is on her back, between her shoulder blades, and it depicts a small tree of life. the last is of a thin branch with three leaves along the side of her left wrist.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  health / physical ailments

  
  
  
  

  colby has a severe nut allergy, which is a shame becaue she's always wanted to know what peanut butter tastes like. she's also got a bit of a problem with substance abuse (which is elaborated upon later). aside from this, while it is not an ailment, colby has adopted a pescatarian diet by choice.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  face claim

  
  
  
  

  courtney eaton.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  caffeine is the second greatest thing on this planet. the first is a tie between pizza and the ability to ignore people.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
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  independent

  because colby's interests never aligned with her father's, she learned earlier on how to try and fend for herself. she never wanted to have to rely on family money — ahem, black money — and her position on that hasn't changed since she made up her mind. she's resourceful, she finds a way to get by, even if some of those means aren't always conventional. some might say she's independent to a fault, even, since colby doesn't really ask for help for most things — even if she could really use it.
  
  

  dauntless

  there isn't much that colby isn't willing to try. she's daring and willing to test boundaries. she's opinionated and isn't afraid to let her voice be heard. her willingness to throw her life on the line might scare some, but colby simply calls it ambition. when she sets her mind on something, she'll do what she needs to in order to make sure she achieves her goal. she's certainly gutsy, that can't be denied, and it's a trait that inspired many in her activism work.
  
  

  passionate

  colby feels strongly about certain things and certain people. while one of those feelings is definitely rage, it isn't all there is to her. she just hasn't had a chance to express many of the more positive emotions. her passion regarding certain movements was what led to her participation in rallies and protests, and she was more than happy to march against her father during a particular project of his that threatened to displace several communities.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  likes & dislikes

  
  
  
  

  likes

  travelling ; gardening ; camping ; coffee ; bourbon ; chocolate (as long as it doesn't have nuts) ; spontaneous plans ; getting high ; activism ; stargazing ; italian food.
  
  

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  her father ; cheap beer ; the taste of coconut ; her substance abuse ; thunderstorms ; authoritative figures ; scratchy sweaters ; being bossed around ; strong colognes.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  talents

  
  
  
  

  despite the fact that colby never graduated from high school — and never did well in most of her classes to begin with — she's a good

  public speaker

  . she's not the type to sit down and prepare speeches in advance. when she feels strongly for something, all she needs is a mic to speak her mind and she's capable of inspiring and moving most of the people that are listening.
  
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  gardener

  . one might think she doesn't have the patience to sit and tend to plants but she enjoys it. in her mind, plants are much easier to understand, and they have feelings too. it's why she currently works as a florist.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  fears

  
  
  
  

  colby is terrified of

  thunderstorms

  . a little heavy rain is one thing, but when the sky darkens and she can hear the loud clap of thunder, the life seems to drain from her face. the primary reason for this is the fact that there was a thunderstorm the night her mother died, and since colby was really young when it happened she just associates bad things happening with the arrival of a storm.
  
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  overdosing

  . while she's well aware of the fact that she may have a substance abuse problem (started off with mild stimulants for her adhd and progressed to harder drugs) she hasn't actually done anything to stop it. she's a bit of a heavy drinker too, and with the news of joshua's death hitting her like a train, it's becoming much harder to control herself.
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  at a young age. she's always had difficulty paying attention in class, and while her father passed it off as her simply trying to seek attention, it worried her mother enough to get a check done.
  
  after being diagnosed, colby did a little better in school, but sitting in a classroom all day was far from what she wanted to be doing so instead of forcing herself to concentrate more, she allowed herself to be distracted. because she also suffers from test anxiety, colby ultimately never got her ged. she dropped out during her senior year, by which point both her brother and joshua had already graduated. without any kind of support system around, colby just gave up.
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

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  impulsive

  incredibly impatient, colby is not one to sit around and wait for decisions to be made. if she's got something in mind, she goes ahead with it. she's always believed that it's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission, though that logic hasn't always worked out in the past. she likes doing what she wants, when she wants, and it isn't hard to guess that it's gotten her in trouble several times in the past, and it's the same even now. colby just doesn't consider the consequences of her actions in the moment — and then she feels severe guilt after knowing that her actions caused someone else some harm.
  
  

  rebellious

  colby's always had issues with authority figures, whether it be her father, teachers in school, or even — only on some occasions, of course — cops. having lived with a father who wanted things to only go his way, colby grew up to be quite disobedient since she hated being told what to do. it came to the point where she'd often do the opposite of what she's told, simply out of spite. it didn't matter if the person telling her this had good intentions or not.
  
  

  temperamental

  colby's emotions can be all over the place sometimes, and her mood can change at the drop of a hat. one of the emotions people associate with her the most would easily be her anger, since she can be set off very quickly and it isn't really a pretty sight. a majority of the times she's been suspended from school has been due to her explosive temper. colby's behaviour is erratic and unpredictable because of her mood swings, and she tends to either lash out at others or damage property when she really loses it.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  i'm not indecisive. in fact, i just made the decision to not listen to your bullshit anymore.

  
  

  
  
  
  
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    thunderstorms & baked ziti

    
    
    
    

    colby's been through a lot of things in her life, and they all started out when she was still a child. when she was brought into the world it was a happy event for both her mother as well as, surprisingly, her father. her father's happiness didn't stem from love for his second born child. no, as always, the mere decision to even have a second child was purely from a business perspective. a boy meant an extra hand on the work force. a girl meant having the possibiliy of forming alliances with other powerful, well known families. daniel huntington was not really a family man, and he got married to a woman much younger than him out of necessity, not love. still, during the early years of colby's childhood, he did take care of them all.
    
    colby wasn't really a spoiled child — at least, not in the sense that her father bought her anything she wanted, because that wasn't the case. no, if she wanted something, then she needed to earn the right, and earn the money on her own. that was something he drilled into her brain the moment she was old enough to understand. colby was a little spoiled by her mother though. both children were. she was a humble woman who rarely went on shopping sprees to shower them with gifts, but she spoiled them in her own way, either by taking them out of town for the weekend when their father was involved with 'business meetings' or simply pampering them at home with popcorn and cookies for a movie night.
    
    for colby, it was every time her mother made baked ziti. it's easily the best thing she's ever eaten, and though it was a while ago, colby still remembers how it tastes. no other recipe compares to the way her mother used to make it, but many have come close. the dish alone is the closest she's ever felt to having something akin to a home because even now, it reminds her of her mother. it brings her comfort. but it's only one of the things she misses about the woman who raised her till she was nine years old — till that one, stormy night when she left the house late at night and never returned.
    

    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
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    the test anxiety was more frequent and severe and she started slacking off more. she really did try for a short while there, till her father eventually decided to treat her with stimulants. her mother had been against it, but since she was no longer around, and since he needed a way to get her on track, he thought it was the only thing that would work. he was a busy man — he didn't want the calls from school to continue just because colby wasn't finishing her homework or contributing to group projects.
    
    if anything though, that decision made things worse. she began to rely more and more on stimulants, eventually seeking different things that would have more of an impact. colby's grades, which were semi-decent in middle school, went even further downhill. the school assigned her a tutor and it worked for a little bit, but that didn't keep her from getting into trouble more frequently as she grew older and her temper got worse. tension between her and her father at home didn't make things any easier, and it took a turn for the worse when she led a protest against him and his company. truthfully, colby often searched for ways to get a rise out of her father ever since she learned little truths about his business and what kind of man he really was.
    
    it wasn't until colby became friends with joshua that she tried to clean up her act a little more. the protests continued, of course, and for a number of different causes, but she tried to focus on her education a little more to be able to actually graduated because with the way things were going, the chances of that seemed slim.
    
    high school was certainly a rollercoaster. she went through a lot of different emotions, ranging from anger toward her father to something of a crush toward one of her closest friends. all the while, colby continued to ignore the fact that she may have a problem with drugs and alcohol and she didn't have anyone to tell her to get better because she was pretty good at hiding it.
    

    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
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    after most of her friends graduated, colby felt a little left behind. she was younger and also a year behind and she started to feel like there was no point in continuing to try. relationships changed, and the people she once considered close were barely on speaking terms with her anymore. all she wanted was to get out of that stupid town so she could try and start fresh, so she dropped out of school and did just that.
    
    colby didn't have much money but she kept herself afloat somehow. she took up odd jobs where she could, hitchhiked when necessary, and survived by couch surfing till she got a job as a florist that came with a tiny apartment right above the shop. she continued her work in activism for various different causes and she's been doing okay for herself. while she's still got problems that need to be addressed, she's doing a lot better, and she's not relying on drugs and alcohol as much as she did in the past.
    
    upon learning about joshua's death, it feels like all those years away from home were nothing and she's found herself right back in that bad place, along with all the bad habits she clung to while in high school. just when she thought she was doing okay, the past seems to have dragged her back down to the complete mess she once was.
    

    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  i'm not sure it's possible to move on at this point, but aside from that his death did take me by surprise. the fact that there isn't much news regarding how he died is enough to make me think that it is, in fact, weird. i don't know. i just don't think i can move past it so easily.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Minho Kang
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  10/10/2020
  

  
  Good morning,
  
  As some of you are already aware, a good friend of mine from school recently passed away. He and I played soccer together, and he was always full of great advice. Sadly, we’ve been out of contact for a couple of months – maybe even a year or so – and so, learning about his passing brings a lot of grief and regret.
  
  One of his last wishes was for a group of his closest friends from school to stay at the beach house we used to spend time together in his honour. Sadly, this means I might be a little AWOL for the next week or so. I will try my hardest to get back to messages, but please be respectful through my mourning.
  
  Love always, Minho
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  full name

  
  

  Minho Kang

  
  

  nick name

  
  

  Minnie, Min, Minnie K

  
  

  age

  
  

  Twenty-Three

  
  

  dob

  
  

  16th of April

  
  

  gender

  
  

  Male

  
  

  sexuality

  
  

  Demisexual

  
  

  Ethnicity

  
  

  Korean / American

  
  

  Role

  
  

  The Cultured Bad-Ass

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  Minho Kang
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  5/10/2020
  

  
  What are you doing this weekend? Would love to have a chat with some new people
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  6 feet 1.5 inches (186.5 cm)

  
  

  weight

  
  

  163 pounds (74kgs)

  
  

  hair

  
  

  Minho’s natural hair colour is black, but has lightly bleached his hair into a dark caramel brown recently. He likes to keep it at a medium length with a middle parting.

  
  

  eyes

  
  

  He has an elongated protruding round hooded monolid with a slight aegyo-sal presence. Minho’s iris’ are black, and he has perfect 20/20 vision according to his optometrist appointment.

  
  

  build

  
  

  Minho has a lean and toned body, perfectly fitted for an athlete. He likes to look after his physique by hitting the gym more often than not. Along with a Keto diet, he strives for a healthy lifestyle not only to care for his body, but to aid in his medical ailments

  
  

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  Think 'boyfriend' and 'the boy next door' vibes. Nothing that is too constricting or will choke him. Minho aims for comfort above all and if he's not in his usual ripped jeans, shirt and flannel combination, then he's wearing a plain shirt and gym shorts. When possible, he tries not to wear shoes. But when he does have to, he often wears Nikes.

  
  

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  Minho Kang
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  4/10/2020
  

  
  How are you feeling today? Let's have a chat! I spent an hour at the gym, and now I'm home resting.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  trigger warning!
  discussion on epilepsy / seizures
  physical ailments: epilepsy

  
  At the age of fourteen, Minho was diagnosed with epilepsy. His teachers had noted that he had been ‘zoning out’ and ‘daydreaming’ a lot during classes, but had been tossing it up to the fact that Minho enjoyed being the ‘class clown’ or skipping class. However, one day during sports lesson, he had his first tonic seizure while running laps on the soccer field; His body stiffened as he fell to the ground, unconscious. Luckily, his teacher had been close by and was with him throughout the whole experience. The only way he could describe it to others was this intense burning radiating through his body and as he came back to consciousness, it felt as if he had just run a marathon. His body ached, he was gasping for air, and he felt like he was going to vomit everywhere.
  
  He went to the hospital, did some tests, and then went home. Nothing was diagnosed nor did they confirm anything. A week later, while Minho was watching television with his foster family late at night, he experienced another tonic seizure. Back to the hospital they went where Minho was admitted for a couple of days for testing. After having another three seizures during his time there, the doctors finally diagnosed him with generalized epilepsy, having shown signs of tonic (muscle stiffness and rigidity), atonic (sudden loss of muscle tone) and absence (a brief loss of consciousness; looks like ‘daydreaming’) seizures.
  
  Throughout the years, Minho has tried various medications and methods to try and keep his epilepsy at bay. At the moment, he is taking medication twice a day, along with a Keto diet and exercising. It seems to be working as it has limited his seizures to once a fortnight or even month – as opposed to the three or four seizures he was having each fortnight while in high school.
  
  He has also been able to pick up on triggers which have been known to set off some of his seizures. Some of these triggers being missing his medication, stress and anxiety (feeling ‘overwhelmed’), lack of sleep, exhaustion, dehydration, and drinking alcohol (he can have one or two glasses, but it’s when he has a hangover that causes the seizures).
  
  

  
  

  
  

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  Minho Kang
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  What is your favourite Disney movie? I'd love to cuddle up and watch Up with you one day - I'll even let you see me ugly cry in the first part of the movie.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  ESTP-A - The Entrepreneur
  
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  Minho has always been someone bold, full of life and energy. He enjoys nothing more than pushing all the boundaries (even if it means getting him into trouble from time to time) and discovering and using new things and ideas. Combining his boldness with practically, he is also very original. He loves to experiment with new ideas and solutions, and will put things together in ways that others may not have thought to do so.
  
  When speaking with others, he is one to be direct and communicate quite clearly. Like pushing boundaries, being direct and factual has often landed him in hot water as he rather says things are how and what they are rather than sugar-coating it.
  
  However, due to his boldness and being so direct, Minho can be quiet insensitive. If he’s not careful, he tends to get too caught up in the moment, take things too far and cause hurt to more sensitive people without realising (also, forgets to take care of his health and safety). Feelings and emotions come second to facts and “reality”, and he finds emotionally charged situations awkward and uncomfortable. Not only that, he struggles with opening up and expressing his own feelings and troubles. Rather than letting speaking to someone how something might be troubling him, he would rather push it deep down and just ignore it. Something which he really shouldn’t do considering one of his seizure triggers is stress.
  
  Minho likes to move at his own pace to keep himself active and excited, and to continue pushing down anything that might be causing any emotional distress. Because of this, he can be rather impatient. Slowing down because someone else “doesn’t get it” or having to stay focused on a small, single detail for way too long is extremely challenging for him. This also makes school and anything else with highly organized environments and extreme challenge to him. Not because he isn’t smart, or that he can’t do well, but because he requires hands-on learning to actually enjoy what he is learning.
  
  Additionally, repetition, hardline rules, sitting quietly – also all things that he hates. Minho is very defiant and hates to be boxed in. He’s highly action-oriented and hand-on, and finds certain work to be tedious and therefore, making him intolerable as it requires extraordinary effort for him to stay focused long enough. Sadly, this also makes him risk-prone as his impatience leads him to push into uncharted territory without thinking of any of the long-term consequences. He’s willing to enter into extra risk just to intentionally combat boredom in his life. He wants to live in the moment and dive straight into the action – into the eye of the storm – because it’s just so stimulating to his logical mind. Anyways – rules were made to be broken.
  
  Finally, he has a knack for being socialable and using his social interactions and networking opportunities. He doesn’t actively seek people or to be a group leader, it tends to just fall right into his lap. Minho always has an impact in his surroundings, and the best way to spot him in a party is to look for someone who is always seeking to entertain and make others laugh with his blunt and earthly humour. He’s “that person” who would involuntarily volunteer himself (or a shy friend) to be an active audience member to come up on stage to help the performer.
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

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  Minho Kang
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  3/10/2020
  

  
  I bet you play soccer, because you're a keeper
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  The sound of the ocean break at night, the breeze on his face, trying something new, soccer, summer, listening to ASMR of people cutting fruits and vegetables, meeting new people, when you get to wake up without an alarm on, the excitement of travelling somewhere, board games, spicy foods, new clothes, and listening to other people talk.

  
  

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  Being alone, bad drivers (especially because he’s not allowed to drive), hospitals, people with bad breath, when someone makes assumptions of what people with epilepsy look/act like, when all the lights are off in the house, having plans cancelled at the last minute, that pause for a sneeze that is about to come out but doesn’t, bad tastes in the back of his mouth (sometimes means a seizure is about to start), and well, sometimes he misses eating normal food and not being stuck on a diet.

  
  

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  Through out his whole life, Minho has had three fears. Abandonment, his intelligence, and the fear of death.
  
  He fears people abandoning him like his mother had done when he was six years old. However, due to this fear, he has often struggled with getting close to others. He has befriended others like the loose canon and the insufferable genius, but his fear of abandonment is so strong and prominent that he tends to push people away instead of letting them in.
  
  Prior to his diagnosis, Minho was always scared that he was cognitively impaired and that there was something wrong with his brain. He would have chunks of his days where he just didn’t remember things, especially in class. His teachers would always say that he was doing it on purpose by day dreaming or acting silly, but it was quite involuntary and he struggled to pay attention in class. For that reason, he was often seen as a ‘dumb kid’ by the other smarter children who just assumed he was acting as a class clown to drag others down with him.
  
  Finally, ever since his diagnosis and his first tonic seizure, he has been deadly afraid that one day he will be killed from his seizures. That there will be a day where he has a seizure while he’s alone, hit his head and that will be it - game over. It is the main reason why he has a roommate and refuses to live alone, along with the constant want and need to have someone with him – not just for his extroverted side.
  

  
  

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  Minho likes to think that he is quite talented with soccer. However, due to his epilepsy and his competitive nature, he tends to overdo it when playing in competitions and exhausts himself. The reason being why he has never trialled out for any professional teams. However, he does have a rather weird talent of being able to spin his pen in his fingers (also known as ‘extreme pen spinning’), and has been doing so since he was in high school.

  
  

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  Throughout his life, Minho has been attending child therapists to learn to deal with the trauma of his mother abandoning him at such a young age. In his teenage years, he began to skip his appointments as he feared he was growing too attached to the doctors that were helping him. Over the years, and after being diagnosed with epilepsy, his anxiety and depression just continued to grow. However, he would keep it pushed down which would result in sudden outbursts of rage and emotions (primarily directed towards his foster families). Highschool really didn’t help and the stress of teachers (one teacher in particular) was causing more seizures.
  
  It wasn’t until he was twenty years old that he decided to return back to a doctor to help with his mental health. Slowly, but surely, his doctors began to make him realise that the extreme stress of living with a chronic health condition was causing depression and anxiety to rule in his life. Not only that, but that depression can also increase the risk of seizure activity.
  
  Along with his exercise and diet, Minho has been taking daily medication and seeing a specialist once a fortnight to keep on top of things. It has been a struggle to try and let his emotions out, but he’s slowly and surely making effort.
  

  
  

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  “… I’m sorry, my brain is experiencing technical difficulties. Can you please hold while I sort this seizure out?”
  
  "I wonder if God was creating me and was like ‘Oh you’re so beautiful!’ and I just responded with ‘yeah, you bet your ass I am’. And then he was just like ‘I really don’t like his attitude. Make him an ugly hairy worm for half of his life like that butterfly that gave me sass last week’.”
  
  “Sir. I don’t think you participating in ‘No Nut November’ is going to be good for anyone.”
  
  “It's like no one ever appreciates that I stayed up all night overthinking for them.”
  
  "If I poop or piss my pants, you better have my back."

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

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  How did you know Josh Wellington?

  
  
  

  I met Josh when I was fifteen years old. I had just moved to the new school after being set up with a new foster family. Honestly, there is not one defining moment of how we met. It just sort of… merged? We both played soccer either during lunch or after school just for fun. He was a great guy to have a fun time with you know? I honestly felt like I could talk to him about anything and he would never judge me for it.

  
  
  

  How do you feel about Josh's death?

  
  
  

  I mean, sad, obviously. The dude was a great guy. It’s such a shame that he was taken away so early in life. If someone was to say that they didn’t feel some sort of emotions towards someone like Josh dying, then they’re a monster.

  
  
  

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  Honestly, when I first heard about him dying, I didn’t want to believe it. I thought there was some foul play or something, and that things needed to be checked with. But after discussing it with my therapist, they told me that people grieve in different ways and what I was experiencing was denial. To help my own mental health – and my chronic illness – I have to continue with striving towards closure and completing through my stages of grief. Otherwise, it’s additional stress that I’m putting on my own body which is never any good.

  
  
  

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  There have been… some people that I haven’t spoken to in a while that I’m really not looking forward having to you know… break that awkwardness. Does that make sense? I mean… It’s just awkward. When I stopped talking to those people, I was young and stupid. I thought that I knew everything and just wanted to push people out of my life because I was too scared that they would abandon me. And because of that, I ruined friendships which I could’ve still kept to this day. And now… it’s just going to be awkward. Because I’m going to have to face the stupid shit I did as a teenager.

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
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      Minho had no idea who his father was. Well, neither did his mother. At fifteen years old, and after twelve hours of labour, Lisa Kang gave birth to her son. She had no clue what she was doing. Her parents had banished her after discovering she was pregnant, and there had been a selection of different men that could have been the father – something she was not proud to admit to. She had gotten drunk at a high school party over one weekend and when she woke up in the morning, she was naked in bed by herself. There were multiple people at that party that she could have slept with – and yet no one was coming forward.
      
      So, she was all alone. Newly homeless and with a newborn. She named her son after her late brother, Minho, and decided it was time to start acting like an ‘adult’. She tried her hardest to provide for her son by working long hours, leaving him with a babysitter just weeks after he was born. She loved him with all her heart and was determined to make things work. However, she was one to push her emotions down (sounds familiar, right?), and over the years, it was getting harder to pretend that everything was ok.
      
      She had dreams of going to college to become a doctor, and getting married and having more children with the man of her dreams. Sadly, everything shattered before her. The man she was head over heels in love with left her for another woman, she was rejected to every university she applied for, she lost her job, and they were given an eviction notice.
      
      Late one night, when Minho was six, Lisa awoke her son and asked him if he wanted to go to the beach. She knew how much he loved going there and was always pining to go. Without hesitation, he jumped up and out of bed, and began to excitedly race around the small apartment to find his beach toys. Once they were at the beach, Lisa sat down with Minho and watched him as he began to create a sandcastle. It was pitch black, and the sounds of the ocean waves thrashed and roared, echoing in her ears. She looked over at Minho and told him how much she loved him. Her son responded with a toothy grin and an “I know – I love you too!”
      
      Thank God for the darkness. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks as she leant over and placed a final kiss upon her son’s head and embraced him. She told him to stay there and create sandcastles – and that she would be right back. Oblivious to it all, Minho nodded and went back to his sandcastle making. That was the last time he saw his mother. Slowly, her figure was wrapped up in the darkness as she began to walk towards the water and eventually, the water consumed her, welcoming her to her death.
      
      Minho had been focusing so hard on his sandcastles and struggling to see through the darkness, didn’t even realise that his mother had been gone for hours. It was only when his stomach began to rumble, and the sun began to kiss the now-calm tides that he realised that something was wrong. He began to search the beach, now that there was light emerging, calling out his mother’s name. An elderly couple who were taking their dog out for a sunrise walk on the beach heard Minho calling out nearby and approached the sobbing boy. He explained to them how he was making sandcastles, and his mother said she would be right back – but that was hours ago.
      
      Within the space of a week, Minho found himself being questioned by policemen and then placed into the care of the foster system. His mother’s body was still being searched for, much to his confusion (because he was convinced that she was just going for a walk and would return to the spot she told him to stay). Within a month, the search party for the body was called off and Lisa Kang was presumed dead. There was no funeral for his mother, which led Minho to believe that she was still out there and alive.
      
      Just before his seventh birthday, he was told that they had a foster family for him. It meant that he would have a new Mum and Dad. But he didn’t want a new one. He wanted his mother. So, every night, Minho snuck out of the house and made his way back to the beach. He would sit there and wait for his mother to return to him. Over the weeks, his foster family began to add more locks and security systems to the house to try and stop the boy from escaping. But, surprisingly, Minho managed to make his way through them all. And because of that very reason, his foster family declared they could no longer care for him.
      
      Over the next seven years, Minho was in and out of various foster families. But he always returned to the foster system house. Families saw him as a risk due to his inability to handle his emotions (often leading him to fits of rage), and struggled to ensure that he wouldn’t sneak out in the middle of the night to head down to the beach. It wasn’t until he was thirteen years old that he actually met a family that actually fought for him.
      
      
      
      
      
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      trigger warning!
      epilepsy + teacher x student relationship (emotional abuse)

      
      He had finally settled down with an old couple, Mrs and Mr Reiner, who had showed him nothing but respect. They did not attempt to keep him boarded up during the night and would often ask him if he wanted to go for a car ride down to the beach. They allowed him to do the things that he wanted to do (things that he was sneaking out for in the other homes), but with the condition that they went with him to ensure he was safe and sound. When he was diagnosed with epilepsy, they made sure that he was cared for and were the ones to push the doctors to ensure that he was getting all the medical attention that they could.
      
      For once, he was actually happy with his foster family and began to see them as his own.
      
      Sadly, Mr Reiner suffered a heart attack and passed away. Months later, Mrs Reiner was diagnosed with breast cancer. Because of the terms and conditions of the fostering agency, Minho was to be put back into the foster system at the age of fifteen. It meant having to move schools also. He was actually extremely upset that he had to leave the Reiner household. And his new foster family? Well…
      
      They were a very strong Christian Scientists which meant they avoided medical care. Therefore, instead of bringing Minho to his therapy appointments and giving him his epilepsy medication, they decided that the best replacement was prayer. Instead of these appointments, Minho would have to sit through half an hour of this new family praying for him each night. They had strict rules within the household, and it felt like nothing he did was right. Even when he had seizures, the family would do nothing to help or aid him but would rather just sit there praying for ‘the demon to be released’ from him. At night he would try to escape to go to the beach as per usual. However, his new family soon decided to bolt his window shut and lock his bedroom door every night. They had security cameras and had even placed a tracking device upon his phone. There was no way of him being and feeling free.
      
      School was his escape from this crazy family. After moving to this new school, he finally met some of the most amazing people in his life. This included the loose canon, the insufferable genius and, of course, Josh. He quickly fell into the friend group; as if he had been friends with them all for years. However, with the lack of medication and therapy, Minho was finding himself stressed out during classes, which lead him up absence seizures, which then lead him to begin to fail a fair decent number of classes.
      
      One afternoon, Minho was walking home from the shops when he ended up having a tonic seizure out the front of someone’s house. Thankfully, it had been the garden of his English teacher’s house, Mrs Woods. She rushed out as soon as she saw him on her lawn and hushed him through it all. She invited him into her house afterwards for a glass of water and to take some time to breathe. It was during this time where he explained to her how he had epilepsy and his ‘parents’ weren’t letting him take his medicine. She said that she noticed how he was failing some of his classes (hers also) and suggested to him that maybe she could tutor him. Mrs Wood insisted that she would talk to his parents and that she would tutor him after school in her classroom. He agreed and within a couple of days, she began to tutor him.
      
      At first, everything was going so smoothly. His grade was starting to go up ever so slightly, and he and Mrs Woods began to grow a teacher and student friendship. Some of the other students would make comments about how he was ‘screwing the teacher for good grades’, spreading them around the school. However, it was debunked when Mrs Woods added a couple more students that needed to be tutored into their group. After two months, Mrs Woods mentioned to Minho that she needed to grade papers that night at home; that he was welcomed to come to her place to study and she could help him out also. He saw no harm in it.
      
      But it had been a grave mistake. She offered him alcohol (which he had never tried before, so decided sure why not) and tried to seduce him. She told him that if he didn’t sleep with her, that she would fail his classes. If he did, then she would give him a top mark and talk to the other teachers about giving him a top mark also. He didn’t want to do it. But he also knew that if he wanted to get into a good university, that he was going to have to start improving his grades. And with the lack of concentration without his medication, it was a struggle. So, reluctantly, he agreed and lost his virginity to Mrs Woods. He had wished that it would be the first and last time it would happen. But over the weeks, she continued to make the threat to him. And well, the other students at school were talking behind his back. Might as well live up to what they were talking about, right?
      
      School was no longer his escape afterwards.
      
      He was anxious every time he rocked up to school. He began to avoid his friends, making excuses to them that he had to be somewhere or something. Then there was a week where every day he had a class with Mrs Woods, he could feel an onset of a tonic seizure. It was becoming so physically draining to attend school with the immense fear of having seizures from being so stressed out. So, he just decided to skip school. Instead, he would take the bus and venture the town, or go and spend the day at the beach. He began to attend parties of people he didn’t even know and sleep at their house to avoid going back to his foster family. He even skipped his exams, knowing that even if he did attend them, he probably wouldn’t even pass anyway.
      
      At the age of eighteen, he was finally on his own. No more foster families. It meant he finally had three years left before his medical coverage was up; three years to continue combating his epilepsy
      
      
      
      
      
      
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      adulthood

      As soon as he was eighteen, he began to seek help from the hospitals regarding his epilepsy. They wanted to put him on medication, but his coverage would only cover a certain amount. This meant he had to get a job. So, he was homeless – jumping from house to house – and seeking for a job. Stressful, right? Most of the jobs he applied for refused him due to his epilepsy and how he wasn’t allowed to drive a car (which, looking back at it now, he could’ve sued so many companies for it).
      
      He somehow managed to snag a job at a local McDonalds store. Working long hours was painful and exhausting, but at least he was beginning to get enough money to start paying for medication. Now, the hard part was trying to pay for medication and look for an apartment. That is when he met Austin. Austin was a supervisor at another McDonald's branch that had transferred over. The pair of them hit it off like a house on fire. After a month of working together, Austin suggested to Minho that they should try applying for a soccer teaching job.
      
      The job was for a company called Junior Goals that went into child care centres and primary schools and taught the basics of soccer to the children. Now that seemed like a perfect job. The pair of them applied for the positions and luckily enough, they managed to get the job. After a couple of months, Austin – who had been giving Minho lifts to and from work – suggested that the pair of them should move in together. After all, he noticed how he was picking up Minho from different houses practically every time he picked him up for work.
      
      So, before his twenty-first birthday, Minho and Austin moved in together in an apartment complex. The pair of them have been living there for the last two years. However, with Minho turning twenty-one, it meant that the price of his therapy sessions and medication were about to skyrocket. Austin taught him the best ways to sort out his savings and spendings, and they were able to set some money aside for his sessions and medicine. However, it meant that Austin was to pay more for rent (which he really didn’t mind). Honestly, Austin was a blessing to Minho.
      
      At twenty-two, Austin opened up an OnlyFans account and suggested to Minho that he should do the same also. After all, the pair of them were both single and needed some extra money. Austin, who had already had his account for longer, was growing a huge following and getting a decent amount of cash from it all. So, with the help of his roommate, Minho managed to create his first OnlyFans account.
      
      And now, at the age of twenty-three, things are actually looking up in life. His cash flow is starting to come in, and he’s managing to find ways to manage his seizures. Life is starting to look pretty good.
      
      
      
      
      
      

    
    
    
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    the reiners

    
    

    Alison and Benjamin Reiners are quite literally the coolest people Minho has ever met. They respected him like no tomorrow, so he respected them back. When Ben passed away from his heart attack, Minho wanted to stay by Alison’s side no matter what. Sadly, because of her health, he was forced to leave. Since leaving, he has kept in contact with Alison who has been cancer free for three years now. He has also spent a couple of nights at her house while he was homeless and searching for an apartment of his own. They talk every Saturday morning on the phone to see how each other are going. She is the closest thing he has to a mom.

    
    
    

    
    rebecca woods

    
    

    He has not seen her since leaving high school. But in all honesty, could you blame him? Once his favourite teacher, she used her power to manipulate him. She was the reason he decided to leave school. Every time he would walk into the school grounds, he would feel sick to his stomach with guilt. It wasn’t until he resumed therapy that his doctor made him realise that what Mrs Woods had done was considered rape. In Minho’s mind, a man could never be raped by a female. But his therapist has been working with him to come to realisation that everything that happened has nothing to do what he did, but rather completely his old English teacher’s fault.

    
    

  
  
  
  
  
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  Michelle Stephan

  
  
  
  

  The Fragile Butterfly

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  Name.

  
  

  
  Michelle Caroline Stephan

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  Nicknames.

  
  

  
  Elle, Turtle,

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  Age.

  
  

  
  22 going on 23

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  DOB.

  
  

  April 13

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  Gender.

  
  

  
  Female

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  Sexuality.

  
  

  
  Bi-curious

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  Ethnicity.

  
  

  
  Biracial, Half Caucasian, Half African-American

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  Role.

  
  

  The Fragile Butterfly

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Height/Weight.

  
  
  

  
  5’6/160 lbs

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Hair Color/Style.

  
  
  

  
  Black, and she enjoys wearing it loose.

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Eyes.

  
  
  

  
  Black

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Build.

  
  
  

  
  Skinny/Slender

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Attire.

  
  
  

  
  She always tries dressing fashionably and donates outfits that she finds “out” to charity.

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Modifications.

  
  
  

  
  None. She tried getting her ears pierced in college but threw up at the sight of the needle.

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Health/Physical Ailments.

  
  
  

  
  
  None. Did have appendicitis in high school.

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  FC.

  
  
  

  
  Madison Pettis

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Positive Traits.

  
  
  

  
  1. Kind. She always tries to do things that are in the best interest of those around her even if her actions are somewhat misguided.
  
  2. Calm. She rarely showcases emotions even if they’re very much present when she makes decisions.
  
  3. Intelligent. In High School and College she was one of the best students ever. She was no IG, but she definitely got better grades than others in her friend group.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Negative Traits.

  
  
  

  
  1. Ditzy. Getting good grades doesn’t mean that someone is smart in other aspects. When it comes to actual people in real life she shuts down at the first feeling of discomfort.
  2. Repressed. Because she doesn’t show her negative feelings often, she doesn’t have a sense of what is “too much”. She’s very “all or nothing” with her feelings.
  3. Cowardly. Whenever conflict arises she tends to side with the person who she’s most afraid of. The one time she didn’t do that was with TBA when he broke up with her sister. She had to agree with him, since she genuinely believed in him , and then her sister got pissed at her. Since then it’s always been her goal to side with the most fearsome.

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Likes.

  
  
  

  
  Social Media
  Books
  TIG
  Fashion
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Dislikes.

  
  
  

  
  Meat
  Insects
  Styrofoam
  Her Father
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Talents.

  
  
  

  
  Writing
  Organization
  Speed-Reading

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Fears.

  
  
  

  
  Conflict
  Needles
  Relationships Ending
  Death

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Mental Ailments.

  
  
  

  
  Suffers from Panic Disorder.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Memorable Quotes.

  
  
  

  
  “Why did it have to be Josh? He was the best of us.”
  “Oh god. I can’t breathe.”
  “Look can we not get together if we’re just gonna fight and split up? I can’t take it a second time.”

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  HDYKJW?.

  
  
  

  
  In her freshman year the school was doing an original musical based on the history of their town. She wrote the script, and he approached her to say he loved it. Eventually they became friends outside of theater, and he helped her grow braver and even helped her get into social media.

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  HDYFAJD?.

  
  
  

  
  She’s crushed. Even as a kid she hated the concept of death, and here one of her best friends from High School was dying. It’s got her a little frazzled about how much time she has left.

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  DYTTSWAAODYJWTMO?

  
  
  

  
  She wouldn’t be the first to things something’s weird, but she’d love to jump on that wagon to prove that it wasn’t normal for people to die at that age. When her mom died, she was only in her 20’s, and she’s hoping this isn’t a trend.

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  WAYLLFTSAATYAW?

  
  
  

  
  TBA for sure. Once she and TPD got into a row over it, she ended her friendship with him. She still misses him from time to time, but it’s just too messy. And even if they were half sisters, she would kill to bring their fragile relationship back from it’s shards.

  
  
  

  
  
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  History.

  
  
  

  
  When she was younger she didn’t see anything wrong with her life. At the beginning her father wasn’t around too much, but that was soon rectified. Then he became the perfect fun father that very kid wanted. Though in hindsight nobody was perfect, she hadn’t known him long enough to see that side of him.
  
  On the day that her parents died, she was crushed. Even more so when she found out that her father had a whole family before her that would be taking care of her.
  
  Her first few days at the new place were miserable. TPD and her barely talked, and her mother absolutely loathed her. Though there was no physical abuse happening, there was definitely emotional abuse.
  
  Michelle was constantly belittled for crying, and was told that TPD is the one that should be weeping since she’s the one who was betrayed by her father. And she would always praise TPD, and call her the perfect child. Oddly enough TPD was never in the room when her mother praised her.
  
  And once she had had the emotions, and security mocked out of her, it was time for high school. She had joined the drama club as a backstage worker, and was moderately happy. No one had to look at her, and nobody could pin mistakes on her if she ever screwed them up. And that’s where she met Josh, and joined his friend group. (If I get accepted I’ll update this section. For now I don’t wanna gm too much ).
  
  Once college started, she slowly drifted away from her friends. Part of it was because of the fight with TDP, and she even broke off from the friends who didn’t care. She couldn’t handle a slow death to their friendship where they ended up hating each other in the end. Better to stay acquaintances.
  
  After graduating she started to work in the fashion industry, and has become something of an influencer. It was easy. Observing the algorithm and posting what it wants to see. Boom. You’re famous. And no real life skills are necessary.
  
  Since she and Josh stayed out of touch, she’s remained something of a recluse only going out for work or photo ops. She can’t picture anything getting her out of the house for more than a day.

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Relationships.

  
  
  

  
  TBA- They were close friends for a while, and emotionally she took his side during the breakup with TPD. He was the first and only friendship she ended of her own volition.
  TPD- Deep down she loves and wants a relationship with her half sister. In high school however it was more fear and envy than actual love that kept them together.
  TLC- They’re not especially close, but she has stayed out of her way by relation to TBA.
  TCB-They didn’t get along very well in high school due to his relationship with TBA.
  TIG- She harbored a deep crush on him in High School, but never told him for a multitude of reasons. She was lucky enough that he was her friend, and he chose her over TPD, and trying to ask for a relationship always felt like asking for rejection. She still stalks him on social media though.

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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• the faceless prince

  theo huntington

  the broken ace
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  basics

  full name

  theodore huntington
  
  
  

  nickname/s

  theo, hunter
  
  
  

  age

  twenty-four
  
  
  

  gender

  male (he/him)
  
  
  

  sexuality

  (closeted) homosexual
  
  
  

  ethnicity

  half white, half chinese/maori
  
  
  

  role

  the broken ace
  
  
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  visage

  height

  6'3" | 1.91 m
  
  
  

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  173 lbs | 78.5kg
  
  
  

  hair

  straight and dark brown, almost black. he’s kept it in an undercut since high school, though it’s varied a bit in length over that time. it's messy as hell, either way.
  
  
  

  eyes

  dark brown.
  
  
  

  build

  imposingly tall and athletic, theo is what you’d picture if you think of a high school football player. he’s on the leaner side, as his position as a quarterback lends itself moreso to agility, but is overall quite intimidating when it comes to his physique.
  
  
  

  attire

  his entire life has consisted of people him telling him what to wear, be it the football team uniform or stuffy suits he has to wear for business deals. it’s difficult for him to figure out what his fashion sense is. sweaters are the most comfortable, but he feels self-conscious wearing something so soft.
  
  
  

  mods

  a small tattoo of three birds on his ankle. no one knows he has it, as of now. he asked his father if he could get one when he was still in high school, and the man vehemently denied, claiming it was too feminine for any son of his. it’s a symbol of resistance, one that he both takes pride in and is terrified for anyone to see.
  
  
  

  physical ailments

  none, surprisingly. he’s been pretty careful during his time as a quarterback.
  
  
  

  faceclaim

  mads holmboe.
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  persona

  positive traits

  
  charismatic - Cheerful and extroverted, Theo has always gotten along well with most. Though not necessarily a confident person, he has the social skills and face value of your average high school dreamboat, and is polite to just about everyone he meets. His father always told him that was his best quality. Sure, he’s an airhead, some people hate him with a fiery passion, but he tends to disarm people. He has an aura of honest amicability about him, and it shows in how well he handles the social aspects of his life.
  
  loyal - Theo is grounded, with a desire for trust and support that makes him gravitate towards others. His reliability and willingness to be selfless show in the way he regularly stands up for those he cares about— and even some he doesn’t. He’s quick to befriend and quicker to protect, with a nearly reckless instinct to take the brunt of the line of fire. He believes he can handle what life throws at him. And if he can’t? Well, that happens more than he’d care to admit, but he tends to keep it under wraps due to that same need to not bring others down.
  
  motivated - Though part of this can be attributed to his father, Theo has a strict work ethic, surprising as it may be. He’s not the type to give up on a goal after failure. This is most visible in his work— be it the workaholic nature he’s adopted in his father’s business, or the passion he has for what few hobbies he’s allowed. It also manifests in his personal life. When it comes to those he’s close to, Theo is dedicated, willing to sacrifice his wellbeing for theirs.
  
  
  

  negative traits

  
  stubborn - This is the flip side of his motivation. Theo is often quite bullish in the way he sticks with his decisions, like a brick wall in how he ignores advice given to him by well-meaning loved ones. He doesn’t often dismiss them outright, airing more on the side of politely thanking them for their input, but when push comes to shove, it’s clear as day how he lets himself get too wrapped up in a plan. Change makes him nervous, and it shows in how difficult he finds it to be adaptable and responsive to criticism.
  
  oblivious - Suffice it to say, Theo isn’t the most observant person on the planet. Details tend to go way over his head, especially when it comes to topics that require a lot of concentration (see: his undiagnosed ADHD), and he’s pretty prone to misinformation because of this. He’s malleable, often just going along with the whims and wants of others without stopping to consider whether this is what he wants. It’s easy for him to seem cruel at times because of this— misinterpreting someone’s emotions or making a decision that unintentionally hurts others.
  
  insecure - Despite the trust that others tend to put in him, Theo is a bit of a pushover, especially when it comes to his ever-overbearing father. For as stubborn as he can be, his dislike of change truly stems from a fear of letting others (and himself) down even more than he has already. It’s simple: he dislikes who he is, who he was, and who he’s become. He takes criticism with a blank face and a “so what” attitude because he’s resigned to the fact that this is the way his life is.
  
  

  likes

  macchiatos - birds - cloudy weather - pizza (any kind!) - bright colors - mornings - sweaters - comics - writing - baking
  
  
  

  dislikes

  snow - horror movies - organization - fireworks - being late - rollercoasters - math - staying inside - nighttime
  
  
  

  talents

  football - talking - working with kids - agility - avoiding his problems
  
  
  

  fears

  his dad - small spaces (he's too tall for them, ok???) - guns - forgetting his mom
  
  
  

  mental ailments

  undiagnosed ADHD. theo’s always had a lot of trouble with concentrating, and it’s only gotten worse as his father puts more and more pressure on him. ‘dumbass’ has always been an insult he’s familiar with at school, and teachers tend to dismiss him as a jock who doesn’t put any effort into his work. his concerns have been laughed off by both his friends and his father before, so he doesn’t like to mention it.
  
  
  

  memorable quotes

  
  “why isn’t there a sad sunglasses emoji, to show that i’m sad but i’m still cool-”
  “i’ll get through it. i always do, haha.”
  “dad says no, sorry.”
  “in my defense, i was left unsupervised.” - theo, a grown ass adult
  “you shouldn’t have to be around me anymore.”
  
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  history

  history

  Theo was born on a foggy winter night, in the grandiose bedroom of a four-story house with too many chandeliers and not enough light. His father had insisted his mother give birth at home, citing the awful weather, and once she had her baby boy wrapped up in a blanket, he went around back to talk to a man with a gun tucked in his neatly-pressed suit. The heir to his business, to everything, had been born. Now was no time for dawdling around.
  
  The halls of his home were quiet as Theo grew up. Golden trim and towering bookcases hung around him like a crown, nearly suffocating, and he’d watch from behind corners as strange people came in and out with piles of cash overflowing. His mother was a comforting presence, even as her hair turned grey and her smiles grew thinner. She worked at an elementary school, a stark contrast from his father’s towering grey buildings, and when his sister was just a toddler, he’d take her on the bus to go spend time there. It always made him acutely aware there was something wrong with his family. The other kids didn’t have closets full of suits, weren’t told they could be a king, and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be that free.
  
  It was autumn when he heard his parents yelling downstairs, voices cracking with unbridled emotion as he had never heard before. He told his sister to stay in her bedroom and snuck down the spiraling staircase. Snippets of sentences floated up, but before he could figure out what they were saying, the slam of a door echoed out. His mother ran to the car and drove off in an instant.
  
  Hours passed, and the phone rang. Theo’s father had left the house in a huff, grumbling animatedly to his cell, so he picked it up. It was from the hospital. The nurse on the other side of the line broke off in emotion at the sound of the young boy’s voice, telling him he should get to the ER as soon as he could. It took hours for his dad to return, suit crumpled and with a gun in his back pocket, but eventually, he drove his two children to the hospital. There, Theo soon found, his mother lay dead. He caught a glimpse of the sheet covering her before they wheeled the stretcher away.
  
  The funeral was a modest affair, despite the crowds of friends and loved ones Theo knew had surrounded his mother, and even in the rain, his father didn’t shed a tear. People lined up to pat him on the back and offer condolences, and it made Theo feel sick. He held his sister’s hand as long as she would let him and tried his best to feel nothing.
  
  He never forgot about his mother, but the rest of the world seemed to. His father had him try out for the junior league football team, all the while planting those same ideas of money and power, and Theo soon found he was a natural at the sport. People flocked to him even more after that, he tried his best to take it in stride. He wasn’t that kid anymore, small and lonely in a house with everything to hide, and at the very least, being at school gave him and his sister a refuge from their father. Teachers were cruel sometimes, sure, but Theo was quickly growing tired of the sight of weapons and forged papers in the basement. He made friends with two of the most popular kids in school and let his power give him refuge.
  
  During his time in high school, Theo had many things to hide. There were the constant pushing and training for the family business, his father coercing him into spending more time with the men he worked with, and he found himself on the opposite side as his sister as she continued to test the boundaries of her rebellion.
  
  Theo never had much time to think about his sexuality when he was a kid, but he knew his father wanted him to marry a woman, and over the years he discovered those weren’t the cards he had been born with. Theo was gay. He tried his best to hide it, starting a relationship with the Primadonna, a close friend of his, but he never could shake the guilt. She didn’t deserve a man who was lying through his teeth about how he felt about her. He kept up the charade for as long as he could, being as good a boyfriend as he could manage with the rest of his life quickly spiraling, but eventually, the tension mounted. They fought for hours.
  
  “You deserve better than me,” Theo told her, choking back the tears and taking her hands. “We have to move on.”
  
  He did move on, but not in that picture-perfect way most expected. The Primadonna had been a dear friend of his, someone he cared about and relied upon, and now he had broken her heart so badly he was unsure if they’d speak again. The loneliness tugged at him, worse now that he had graduated. His father kept pushing, and Theo soon found he had no fight left to give.
  
  College was out of the question, so he started working for the family business, hating himself every time he scammed a company or put a gun to someone’s head. Winter bled into summer and then back again, shadows hanging under his eyes as his father’s office became like a second home. It didn’t feel real. Theo’s life had become blurry at the edges, tilted and unreal, and he was never sure if it was a dream or a nightmare. Friends had moved on, and here he remained. Sometimes, in the dead of night, Theo would take out the picture of his mother from under his bed, letting his bedside lamp blind him as his hands white-knuckled the frame.
  
  Theo wanted nothing more than a new beginning. It came eventually, the past dragging him back into those tumultuous waves of high school drama, and he viewed the memories with a bittersweet tinge. For a few weeks, he would be free. No more hands wrapped in bloodstained bandages, no more flashes of fear as his father’s face grew red with anger, but as with most things, it came with a cost. Joshua was dead, Theo’s life was in shambles, and there was nothing left to give but his best.
  
  
  

  relationships

  
  
  father - Theo knows his father isn't a good man. He's known it since he was a kid— since his mom drove off in that too-fancy car and never come back, and all his life, he's been trying to get away from him. His dad is the epitome of a businessman, sharp and powerful and everything Theo is supposed to be, but he’s not who he wants to be. Theo doesn’t want to lose more of his heart than he already has. And yet, he has no fight left to give when it comes to the man. He’s spent years trying to dodge his fate, feigning excuses and pushing back as much as possible without getting hurt, but the efforts are getting more futile by the day. His father always gets what he wants, after all.
  
  mother - His mother is a shadow, a flickering memory, but a pleasant one. Try as he might to remember her, Theo has begun to forget the minutiae of what she was like. He keeps her alive through foggy dreams and whispers in the dead of night, even telling stories about her to his sister when she’s willing to bear with him. She weighs over him like a second conscience, especially now, as he finds himself frequently questioning whether she too would hate who he’d become.
  
  the loose cannon - Theo loves his sister, there’s no doubt about that. She’s far braver than he could ever be, always finding the courage to say no to their dad while he cowers in the corner. A small, selfish part of him is bitter, desperate not to be left alone to handle the family business— but she doesn’t deserve that. They've fought tooth and nail before, trying to grapple with the legacy their father brought upon them, but he cares deeply about her. He thinks she can still be happy. Theo wants her to be free from this damned family, to leave everything behind and never look back. He just hopes that one day, she might be able to forgive him.
  
  the primadonna - It’s difficult not to miss the person he spent the better part of his high school years besides. She is a whirlwind, silver and gleaming and sad, and Theo hates knowing he’s someone that contributed to her pain. Sometimes he thinks it would have been better if they’d never met at all. And yet, he can’t dismiss how much she’s helped him, lifting him and keeping him sane when his world was crumbling from within. He wants to be by her side again: this time, as friends, with a lot more truth involved.
  
  the cultured badass - This dude is complicated. He and Theo have never gotten along well, and for good reason, but it’s more nuanced than it seems at first glance. Theo has never hated him. It’s to the contrary— he’s had a crush on him since freshman year. But it’s useless. He’s sure the guy’s either straight or not interested (likely both), and goddamn, Theo’s terrified of anyone knowing that he’s gay, let alone someone he’s supposed to be enemies with. It’s best to keep his distance.
  
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  interview

  Q.

  HOW DID YOU KNOW JOSHUA WELLINGTON?

  
  “josh? we were friends, haha. real close. the popular dudes in high school and all that. yeah… sorry, it’s kinda weird to be thinking about that right now. we met in freshman year, i’ll never forget— he was just this sweet guy, and we sorta clicked right away. uh, and the primadonna, too. we were the three popular kids, i guess.”
  
  
  
  

  Q.

  HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT JOSHUA'S DEATH?

  
  “oh, that’s nice of you to ask, thanks. i’m— uh, pretty sad. definitely. but i know everyone is. we’ll be alright, i know, but i definitely think it’s gonna be rough while we’re back here. people don’t just forget. it’s grieving, right? we’re all a little off right now, and we’re gonna be for a while, so we just gotta do what we can.”
  
  
  
  

  Q.

  DO YOU THINK THERE'S SOMETHING WEIRD ABOUT IT ALL OR DO YOU WANT TO JUST MOVE ON?

  
  “weird? uh, i’m not sure, but it would be good to know more about what happened. i haven’t really noticed anything in particular, but i know i’m not the smartest tool in the block, haha. it’s hard to move on when it hasn’t been that long. it just feels like it was just yesterday i was back here, and i don’t want to forget him, i guess.”
  
  
  
  

  Q.

  WHO ARE YOU LEAST LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING AGAIN AFTER ALL THESE YEARS AND WHY?

  
  “probably the cultured badass. i know the whole ‘ex’ thing is kinda awkward with the primadonna, but i'm kinda glad to finally be able to see her. maybe we can make things right. and i’m just so tired of fighting with him. with people in general. i know this whole thing is gonna be a disaster, and it’ll probably be my fault. josh would be real pissed with us if he were— you know. yeah.”

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[Uxie]

imogen

shangguan

the primadonna

am i unhinged? yes. a bitch is hanging like a loose tooth. like a ripped nail. like pulled grey hair. a bitch is saying no, that’s not okay, actually. she is taking a second helping. she is not saying sorry every two minutes. a bitch is about two minutes away from blocked, reported, repeat. i don’t have time for the bullshit. i don’t have time for defeat.

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  full name.

  
  

  imogen shangguan

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  chinese name.

  
  

  上官 静芸

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  nickname/s.

  
  

  gigi, gen

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  age.

  
  

  twenty-three

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  d.o.b.

  
  

  january 18th, 1997

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  gender.

  
  

  female

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  sexuality.

  
  

  heterosexual? no time 4 romance

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  ethnicity.

  
  

  han chinese

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  role.

  
  

  the primadonna

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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    appearance

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

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    height.

    
    

    164cm (5'5")

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    weight.

    
    

    50kg (110lbs)

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    build.

    
    

    a slim figure with curves in just the right places. years of athleticism has made her far stronger than she looks, but dedicated stretching has prevented bulky muscles from forming. it's been years since she's tumbled, but imogen has been keeping her fitness up with daily runs. she can probably still do a back tuck. probably.

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    hair.

    
    

    long black waves that fall just below her bust. she's thought about dyeing her hair, but it's far too "trashy" and "unprofessional". now that imogen's not stuttering under her mother's gaze, it's an idea she might entertain. her hair naturally only has a slight wave to it, but she almost always curls it for special occasions. that, or it's pulled up into a braid.

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    eyes.

    
    

    dark brown that appears black in most lighting. they're surprisingly reflective, and gives imogen a sort of pensive expression.

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    modifications.

    
    

    pierced ears, and no tattoos. her mother would've offed her if she'd even considered getting inked.

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    physical ailments.

    
    

    myopia — imogen almost always wears contacts, so catching her with glasses is a rare sight and often signals some degree of trust. she's the type to only remove her contacts when she's absolutely sure she won't be seeing anyone for the rest of the night.

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    attire.

    
    

    imogen's attire isn't all that interesting, consistingly mostly of neutral, softer colours. it's all about flaunting what you have without looking trashy, for her, so skimpy clothing of the glittery, pleathery variety have always been a no-no for her. while her style might've been a little cuter in high school, her closet has matured with her, now featuring less denim shorts and more plaid blazers. she still adores skirts and dresses, though, and maybe she hasn't thrown out that short black dress she worshipped a few years ago. x x x x

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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  outwardly, imogen is an "it" girl. she's got it all, from the perfect hair to the 5.0 gpa, she's always been careful to keep every bit of her flawless.

  intelligent

  but

  purposeful

  , she's the type to pour great amounts of effort for anything she sets out to do, even trivial tasks, as long as she finds them of importance. she's undoubtedly a

  perfectionist

  , even if those standards might have been ingrained in her through the way she was brought up, but when imogen fails, she's equally devastated both by the fear of her mother's reaction and her own incompetence. she tends to be

  overly critical

  both of herself and others. the type to do it herself if she thinks you won't get it done well enough. she has enough tact not to let her elitist mindset show, but you'd get a teeny-tiny feeling she doesn't view you as an equal, and you wouldn't be wrong about it.
  
  despite the likelihood of her turning up her nose like her mother does at everyone who isn't "up to par", imogen's actually rather

  sociable

  . she's

  charismatic

  , with an inexplicable magnetism that draws you to her. she has a tendency to be too

  judgemental

  , choosing companions based on their value to her. it's rare for her to invest in a relationship she doesn't feel will benefit her, but someway or another, once imogen gets attached, she proves to be an incredibly

  caring

  friend to have. imogen truly does love company, after all, as much as she likes to pretend to be apathetic, which is why it hurts her most when someone breaks her trust.
  
  she was definitely more of a social butterfly before her death, but she's become somewhat

  reluctant to form close bonds

  after everything that happened in high school. she'll laugh with you and treat you to food, but don't expect an emotional connection or to hear about her troubles. she's determined to stay

  emotionally reticent

  , even if it means bottling up all of her feelings until she inevitably shatters. she's quite

  bitter

  in that regard, holding onto grudges from even years ago, even if she's

  clear-headed

  enough now to understand her own error.
  
  imogen's

  two-faced

  . there's no sugar-coating that, what with how

  image-conscious

  she's been conditioned to be. though, it's less of your typical stabbing you the moment you turn your back, and more of a hannah montana situation, even if imogen could never in a million years call it "the best of both worlds". she's so used to separating work from personal that even a chance of overlap gives her massive anxiety, especially if it might affect her reputation. she's too

  paranoid

  about such matters, to the point that she'll worry over the most trivial of slip-ups. imogen's actually very

  strong-willed

  by nature, but she's been so used to giving way for the sake of putting on a front that you'd rarely see her go full bitch mode on anyone, though you could expect a decent amount of

  passive-aggression

  . as morbid as it sounds, forming enemies give imogen a much needed form of stress-relief, considering how she can finally drop a smile and just lash out. beach trip with a bunch of assholes who she'd love to sock in the face? perfect.
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  mental ailments.

  
  

  undiagnosed ocd. imogen suffers from compulsions and associated anxieties, most often related to orderliness & routines. it surfaced most significantly after her father's death, though her symptoms had already begun after her parents' separation. her compulsions are little enough that they aren't debilitating and she's managed to keep it under control, but get significantly worse when she's under great amounts of stress. she avoids telling anyone about most of her habits, since her mother called her "over-dramatic" when she told her about it.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  likes.

  
  

  organisation. chocolate milk. peach ice cream. blue. plushies. magnolias. dresses. drop earrings. night skies. sunsets & sunrises. music.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  dislikes.

  
  

  unpredictability. insects. almond milk. socialisation past 2am. sleepovers. her ex. clinginess. yelling/being yelled at. durians. mess. reptiles.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  talents.

  
  

  ballet. cheerleading. debate. microsoft excel. piano. speedrunning assignments. cleaning. notemaking.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  fears.

  
  

  snakes. big dogs. her mother's death. being replaced.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  memorable quotes.

  
  

  "i don't remember asking for your opinion."
  "don't pretend to care. it's not a look you can pull off."
  "just- literally, stop talking."
  "and you thought you were doing me a favour, weren't you? save your breath for kissing my ass, douchebag."

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
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  imogen used to have it all. she was that bitch, the one with the flawless smile, the spotless report card, the hot boyfriend. equal parts admiration and envy from the masses, and she knew she deserved it. despite her wealthier background, imogen worked harder than anyone would ever tell to get to where she was and maintain that status. she was a good daughter, a good friend, a good student, all by her own merit.
  
  growing up, her family wasn't the most loving or the happiest, but they had their moments. her mother had always been the harsher of her parents, already expecting much of her from a young age. at her behest, imogen was signed up to several extra-curriculars even before she could speak complete sentences, for interests that would benefit her in dinner party conversations in the future but would amount to nothing more than that. they were wealthy enough to give her that sort of privilege in becoming more advanced than her peers, but imogen lost a good amount of her childhood going to lessons for god-knows-what. she barely remembers how to play the violin. but while her mother was the strict one, her father was much kinder, the one to pacify both mother and daughter. he'd always be the one to protect imogen from her mother's wrath, but simultaneously be the one to convince the younger to settle for a compromise. imogen's mother wasn't ever the most affectionate woman, but while she was still with her husband, at least she was kind enough then to praise imogen for her hard work.
  
  imogen would've never traded her family for any other, and she truly, truly thought the same of her parents.
  
  she doesn't know when it started, honestly. when he started coming home a little later, late for dinner and sometimes not at all. arguments became more frequent from his habits, and her mother's exasperation was painstakingly clear to imogen, both in the way she complained about her husband over their meal to the way she dropped the matter when he repeated "i'm tired." for the seventh time that month.
  
  it was the last year of middle school when he left. wordlessly, without so much as a proper goodbye, offering only a remorseful smile the night before to his unwitting daughter. truthfully, imogen had been anticipating it, considering the shouting match her parents had had the night before, but when she woke up the next morning to a deathly quiet house, she hid under the covers and sobbed her throat hoarse. she'd skipped school that day, without her mother's knowledge, and when the now single mother discovered her daughter lying listlessly in bed that evening, she'd poured every bit of her frustration on her, accusing imogen of not being good enough. such a bad daughter, she was, that he'd become so sick of her that he wanted to replace her.
  
  wasn't she already the best? what more did she have to achieve? maybe it was those words that really struck something in her. that sent her off the cliff, hurtling towards a sea of constant self-doubt and obsession that she'd eventually drown in.
  
  she barely slept a wink that night and got out of bed at 4 in the morning to ice her puffy eyes. by 7:30, as she always was, she was at her desk, her legs crossed and sporting her signature smile, like her family hadn't fallen apart in the past 48 hours. she was peppered with concerned questions, to which she'd calmly responded with the answer she'd practised in the mirror. she'd just been under the weather, and it seemed that was enough for her friends, because the conversation quickly shifted to requests for help with this or that. because they looked up to her. because she was better than them. and that thought, even if only marginally, lifted her sunken heart. no one would ever find out, and she'd make sure of it.
  
  come high school, imogen remained as the golden girl, to no one's surprise. her grades were stellar, her social circle was vast and even as a freshman, most predicted she would be the one to succeed the graduating captain of the cheerleading squad. she'd been working so hard, pulling all-nighters days before tests to maintain her perfect score, but if it wasn't criticism, her mother had nothing to say. she'd sprained her ankle from over-working herself during training, and her mother had chided her for it, not because she shouldn't have pushed herself too much, but for what her teammates would think of her skipping practice. but imogen had grown accustomed to such treatment, even if she longed to hear even a bit of validation from her parent. she saw her father for increasingly short sessions on the weekend, where instead of receiving the acknowledgement she so craved, she'd instead hear reluctantly of how lovely his new family was. of how much she'd love them if they met her. and again, imogen would wonder just what this other daughter was like that he'd chosen her over herself. herself, who had worked so hard, who was loved by all. all except them, she supposed. but if she kept working at it, she'd surpass her eventually. she knew it.
  
  and then news of her father's passing hit her like a truck going 90 on a freeway. which was basically it, really. he'd gotten into a tragic car accident that had taken the life of both him and his new wife, orphaning his stepdaughter. imogen was devastated. having to deal with your father leaving a second time wasn't something she needed. and for a bit, she wavered. she had a test that week, and imogen, so distraught, had run off to the bathroom midway through and remained there until the teacher had come to check on her. she would've flunked it if not for mrs. garret's generosity in allowing her to retake it, but her mother was informed. and she was furious, unleashing a tirade of verbal attacks on the poor girl when she'd picked her up that day. imogen was utterly exhausted, to the point that she couldn't even form a response, which only made her mother angrier. she could feel the cracks in her mask beginning to show, and she had no idea how to fix it. she didn't have the energy to.
  
  that was, until her mother brought home her new sister. somehow, someway, the funeral processions had fallen onto the deceased's previous wife, as was the custody of the now orphaned child. and so, as if to serve as a reminder of her failures, imogen got a sibling she'd never asked for, the very girl who she'd cursed, resented and envied for her unwitting, undeserving possession of what was hers. what should've been hers. she was a frail, demure little thing, clearly nervous about entering a new environment, and almost painfully quiet and plain compared to herself. if it wasn't clear enough to her, her mother's almost smug, pointed statement clued her in. her arrival was the motivation to rebuild her facade, to carefully fill in all of the cracks that had formed, even if she was becoming more and more aware that she was running out of cement. despite her supposed animosity towards her new relative, at the start, imogen felt no compulsion to tear her down. there was a sense of shared experiences in their mutual mourning for their father, but more than that— pity; at her situation, and how she struggled to fit in both at home and in school. it was enough for her to leave her be, but not enough for her to do anything about it. she was practically a ghost at school, and imogen wasn't about to put herself at risk for someone she didn't even like that much. generosity was never her strong suit, admittedly, and imogen was content going through high school without ever acknowledging her sister in the hallways.
  
  now imagine her surprise when the "someone coming along" was her. she'd somehow, someway, weaselled herself into imogen's close group of friends, brought together by one joshua wellington, and imogen could barely conceal her expression at the younger's arrival. it wasn't distaste, per se, more so sheer incredulity at how much fate had it out for her. perhaps she'd noticed something, but the fragile butterfly had approached her apprehensively that evening, a nervous question on her lips.
  
  "is it okay if i keep hanging out?"
  and imogen had said yes. with a smile. "it's not like we can't share the same friends." and as her stepsister beamed up with her at a smile, imogen wondered if she would come to regret that statement.
  
  her presence quickly grew tiresome. her sister seemed to have taken her agreement as a signal that they were now friends, but imogen was becoming more and more irritated by her increasing clinginess and her presumptuous behaviour in thinking she could pour out all her grievances against their mother to her. when she dealt with but a fraction of what she had to go through for the past years. as she grew closer to the other members of the group, imogen began to worry. worry that it was the start of the same cycle, that she'd be replaced once more by this girl who was none of what she was, but somehow more worthy of love. and it was worry enough that imogen began treating her differently, as if she hadn't the capacity to be nice to her in more than one setting. the longer she laughed with her in school, the more dismissive she was of her at home. the fragile butterfly seemed oblivious to it initially, still coming into her older sister's room to lament.
  
  "aren't you tired?" she'd asked her one day. "of how she treats us."
  i'm tired of you. if you'd just never came into our lives. imogen had wanted to say. but she'd kept it quiet. she had no plans to burn this bridge before it was built, because that was never a smart move. so she'd wordlessly put her earbuds back in, hoping that one day her sister would just realise that imogen had no interest in hearing her over adele and quietly retreat without imogen having to spell it out to her.
  
  and then the break-up happened. it was midway through senior year, and while imogen hadn't been expecting them to get married or anything of the like, she thought it would've been a peaceful, mutual split. going to different colleges, or something of the like, but no, it was because he'd decided to try for the biggest asshole of the year award. if imogen was dramatic, she might've compared the betrayal to that of her father, but he didn't even deserve the suggestion of it. for another girl, too, his sister that had never liked her and never bothered to hide it simply because she existed. as if it couldn't get worse, the fragile butterfly, like she knew anything of their characters or their relationship, had the gall to give her input on a matter she should've stayed quiet about. like she always had. the bridge had barely been layered, and she'd gotten too ahead of herself. so now, as imogen tore down the scaffold, she'd let her drown in the waters and she would not bat an eyelid.
  
  it spelt imogen bidding farewell to the group entirely, only really acknowledging joshua for the rest of the year. he checked in on her time and time again to make sure she was okay, and when she'd given her valedictorian speech, her words on the "memorable and heartfelt friendships" they'd formed along the way held true the most for him. and then she ran away, as fast as her legs could take her, as far as she could go. all the way to london, where she rebuilt her reputation, still under the watchful gaze of her overbearing mother but far out of reach of the memories she wished to forget so earnestly.
  
  but the past rarely allows itself to be washed away so easily. she'd come back to honour the memory of one of the only friends she cherished, but she's gonna get a lot more than she bargained for.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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    how did you know joshua wellington?

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    same ap history class sophomore year. i guess our circles had mixed a few times before that, but we only really hit it off that year. there was probably a party, but josh was popular, and so was i. we would've met eventually.

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    how do you feel about joshua's death?

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    i- it was out of nowhere, i suppose. more than anything, i miss him. it's a little silly to say that when our last texts were a good 2 years ago, but i really do miss him. i should've kept in touch, but it's too late for that now. i hope he's happy, wherever he is now.

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    

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    i'd rather not dwell. it feels disrespectful to dig into it, but moving on isn't the right word. you don't just move on from one of your closest friends. i just feel like we'd be dishonouring his memory if we start throwing out conspiracy theories when we should be letting him rest in peace.

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    who are you least looking forward to seeing again after all these years, and why?

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    is that even a question? who else but the broken ace? no, yeah, i'm way over him, but that doesn't mean the sight of him won't make me want to beat his face in. his sister isn't any better, either. no, 100% honest? i'm only back for josh's sake.

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    marissa chung

    
    
    

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    to most, marissa's a good mother who cares greatly for her children, a kind woman who would take in her unfaithful husband's new child, even if she wasn't blood-related in the least. truthfully, most of it is for her image. the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, they say, and if imogen's appearance-conscious tendencies are anything to go by, marissa's sporting two different identities at this point. even before the death of her ex-husband, marissa has always expected the best from her daughter, though her expectations only soared afterwards, to levels far beyond healthy. she constantly berated imogen for the slightest mistake throughout high school all while pushing her to her limits. perhaps it was the way she was raised, or her attempts to properly live out her youth vicariously through her daughter, but regardless of the reason, the toll it took on imogen is clear.
    
    imogen's relationship with her mother is strained, to say the least, but she can't say she despises her or anything of the sort. she's just... tired. people always say parents mean the best for their children, though at this point, imogen's just too exhausted to try and hunt out whatever love is supposed to be present in her mother's actions. it's been a breath of fresh air away from her, though her presence and sharp words constantly linger in the corner of her mind.
    

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    frank shangguan

    
    
    

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    imogen has always thought herself to be a daddy's girl. when her mother got too harsh, her father had always been there to comfort her and make sure she didn't take it to heart. he was the reason why their family life was fine, which is why it hurt her so much when he left. his betrayal was what first instilled thoughts of self-loathing and doubt in imogen, that she hadn't been a good enough daughter that he'd had to seek out a different family. through their sparse interactions, he reassured her that it wasn't the case, though his words weren't enough to rid her of the thoughts completely. even if she could tell she was happier, it's hard to feel pleased about it when it was because he was off gallivanting with another mother-daughter pair. like the family he should've cared about didn't exist. she was devastated by his death, honestly, truly because she loved him, but the resentment from his infidelity was something she never received closure for. imogen hates talking about her father now, even if she misses him dearly. she wishes she could've seen him one more time before he passed.
    

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    fragile butterfly

    
    
    

    stepsister

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    imogen doesn't hate her adopted sister, but it's hard to like her. she represents everything that went wrong with their family, and considering she'd been a part of the family her father had ended up choosing, imogen can't help but see her as a substitute, even if she knows the other girl has done nothing wrong. it didn't help that it seemed imogen was taking the brunt of the abuse from their mother, all while the fragile butterfly got a slap on the hand instead, in comparison, only to shrink up into her little optimistic shell that did little to conceal her urge to whine. it almost irritated imogen more that she would attempt to put up such a weak act, almost as if it was a cry for attention. what started off as a bare minimum of courtesy and curt politeness quickly devolved into irritability and cold hostility after her break up with the broken ace. the younger had chosen to defend him for a situation she knew nothing about, and imogen, in a moment of frustration, saw it as the opportunity to dissolve whatever uneasy truce she believed was between them.
    
    on hindsight with a clearer head, imogen knows now it was impulsive, and admittedly, she regrets it. she's not opposed to making amends now, but she lacks the energy to take the initiative; she'd be lying if she said it was a priority.
    

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    broken ace

    
    
    

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    imogen would, in all cases, rather not talk about him. he simultaneously made up both the best and worst parts of her high school life, but imogen's not an optimist. they ended on incredibly rough terms, and even 5 years later, imogen's still not ready to seek out the closure she really needs to properly move on. she's practiced avoidance thus far, going so far as to throw out all of the gifts he'd gotten her throughout their relationship and blocking him on all social media, but it seems their coming meeting will be inevitable. imogen's determined to keep her cool in front of him, if only to prove that she's not the same girl he messed with years ago, even if there's still a slight twang in her heart when she sees a picture of him.
    

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    loose cannon

    
    
    

    ex's sister

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    she'd always got the feeling the loose cannon had never liked her. maybe it was just a nagging suspicion, or maybe it was the barely-concealed glares she'd feel on her everytime they met. she made it pretty obvious, but imogen did her best not to pay any mind to it, both for the sake of the broken ace and josh. nowadays, she has no reason to take any of it sitting down, especially since she still believes her to be a huge factor in their messy breakup. if the loose cannon wants a fight, she'll give her a fight.
    

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

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The Fragile Butterfly

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“If you want rainbows, you gotta put up with the rain.”

 

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    basics

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    saintchai

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    name

    
    
    
    

    samuel iain chaison
    

    
    
    
    
    

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    saint
    

    
    
    
    
    

    age

    
    
    
    

    twenty-one (almost! twenty-two)
    

    
    
    
    
    

    gender

    
    
    
    

    male
    

    
    
    
    
    

    sexuality

    
    
    
    

    bisexual
    

    
    
    
    
    

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    the insufferable genius
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

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    saintchai

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    birthday

    
    
    
    

    november 5th
    

    
    
    
    
    

    zodiac

    
    
    
    

    scorpio
    

    
    
    
    
    

    enneagram

    
    
    
    

    type eight -- the challenger
    

    
    
    
    
    

    mbti type

    
    
    
    

    entj
    

    
    
    
    
    

    ethnicity

    
    
    
    

    thai
    

    
    
    
    
    

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    height

    
    
    
    

    6'0"
    

    
    
    
    
    

    weight

    
    
    
    

    158lbs
    

    
    
    
    
    

    hair

    
    
    
    

    right now, saint's hair is long enough to be tied back into a ponytail and/or put into a bun. it has also probably been dyed every single color under the sun but has recently been bleached and goes back and forth between being blonde and silvery blue.
    

    
    
    
    
    

    eyes

    
    
    
    

    warm, chocolate brown.
    

    
    
    
    
    

    build

    
    
    
    

    ectomorph. slight, long and lean.
    

    
    
    
    
    

    attire

    
    
    
    

    nothing fancy. just jeans, sweats, tee shirts, hoodies and denim or leather jackets.
    

    
    
    
    
    

    modifications

    
    
    
    

    triple piercings in each ear and an industrial piercing in his left ear. he has a tribal tattoo on his left bicep, an armband tattoo on his right bicep, geometric triangles tattoo on his right forearm, wings on his back. x x x
    

    
    
    
    
    

    health/physical ailments

    
    
    
    

    scar on his left ankle from when he broke it as a kid and had to have surgery. has had issues with it ever since where pain will flare up randomly and then give out on him.
    

    
    
    
    
    

    face claim

    
    
    
    

    boun (noppanut guntachai)
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

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    saintchai

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    source: my intelligent ass

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    POSITIVES

    
    
    
    

    Charming

    
    
    
    

    Charming. Though he may be arrogant to a fault, for the most part, Saint is genuinely likable. Give him a reason to be mean and he will be, but usually, he's quite pleasant and fun to be around. Smooth and suave as shit, he almost always knows the right things to say in order to draw people in towards him and make them feel comfortable and at ease around him.
    

    
    
    
    
    

    Loyal

    
    
    
    

    Though he'll never outright say that he really cares about someone, he'll show it through actions. Saint is the type of person to drop everything at a moments notice for his closest friends and family. He's always there for those he cares about, whether it's supporting them emotionally, hyping them up for something, helping them out in a tight spot, and more. it doesn't matter. If he's needed, he'll be there. His unwavering loyalty comes with his protection and he'd fight for and defend his friends to the death if needed.
    

    
    
    
    
    

    Humorous

    
    
    
    

    Saint seems to have a never ending supply of comebacks, witty responses, jabs and jokes up his sleeve, all of which are ready to be offered at a moments notice. Even though he doesn't appear to be the funny sort, he really, really is. Almost everything he says garners a laugh or some sort of positive response from his audience, most of it being either heavily sarcastic or of the self-deprecating sort.
    

    
    
    
    
    

    Resourceful

    
    
    
    

    Not a day goes by where he doesn't have to come up with a new solution to a problem on the fly, because let's face it; in life, hardly anything goes according to plan. That's just how it works. Yet somehow, he's extraordinarily good at overcoming these difficulties and finding a way (not necessarily the ethical way) to solve and get through them.
    

    
    
    
    
    
    

    NEGATIVES

    
    
    
    

    Blunt

    
    
    
    

    Sometimes, people say or do some weird, dumb and/or strange shit. And oftentimes, witnesses are afraid to say anything. Not Saint. Oh no. No, no, no. He will absolutely say something about it. Said something weird? Yep, he's talking about it. Did something weird? Yep, he's saying something. Seriously lacking a brain to mouth filter, he will always say the very first thing that comes to mind without bothering to think about whether or not he should say it. To him, honesty is the very best policy and he will straight up tell it like it is. Roasting is his favorite and holding back is not in his wheelhouse.
    

    
    
    
    
    

    Opinionated

    
    
    
    

    Oftentimes, being blunt and being opinionated go hand in hand with one another. Well, for him they do. As mentioned above, he's the type to offer his honest opinion whether or not it was asked of him. He's also the type who, once his mind is made up and opinion is formed, will not change it. Once it's set, it's set. No if's and's or but's--it's made for good. Even if someone presents him with good evidence and reason as to why he should change it, Saint rarely will. Of course, he'll listen to what others have to say, but he won't change his own. He'll happily offer his point of view, but it ain't changing.
    

    
    
    
    
    

    Stubborn

    
    
    
    

    Saint's trademarked form of stubbornness often shows up in his opinions, yes, but surprisingly, that's not its main form of manifestation. The main form is just the fact that he really enjoys being difficult. Simple as that. He also really enjoys the word no and has absolutely no issues saying it. Even if he may have a slight interest in the topic/activity, he'll say no just to irk the other person. If he really doesn't want to do something, you can bet your sweet bottom dollar that he won't be doing it. But if he really wants to know something, you can also bet your bottom dollar that he will push until he finds out.
    

    
    
    
    
    

    Boastful

    
    
    
    

    Everyone and their mother knows that Saint is smart. Yes, he gives off an air of brilliance but they mainly know it because he tells them so. If he got an A on a test that everyone else failed, he will be sure to mention it. He takes pride in his mind and abilities, is proud of his grades and sheer intelligence. He did something cool? Yeah, everyone is going to hear about it.
    

    
    
    
    
    
    

    OTHERS

    
    
    
    

    Likes

    
    
    
    

    His family, taking care of his siblings, technology, drinking, parties, mental math, music, concerts, reading, the sun, tanning, days at the beach, warm weather, crime movies and TV shows, thrillers, bonfires, hiking, dogs, cupcakes, ice cream, brownies
    

    
    
    
    
    

    Dislikes

    
    
    
    

    Bullies, people judging him, boring classes like English, when things he creates don't work, commitment, long-term relationships, feelings, being told what to do, idiots, dumbasses, coconut, mango, cats, mint chocolate chip ice cream, pineapple
    

    
    
    
    
    

    Talents

    
    
    
    

    Being a computer whiz, touching his tongue to his nose, being insanely flexible
    

    
    
    
    
    

    Fears

    
    
    
    

    Losing his mother and younger siblings. Not necessarily to death but losing their love and support. Also terrified of having something happen to one of them as a consequence of his actions. Lastly, failure. Not failure in the sense of failing a test or failing to do something on time, rather, failing at something major and having it be broadcasted to the world. He'd hate for anyone to see him as a failure or dumb or stupid. Saint is also claustrophobic and therefore hates small or enclosed spaces.
    

    
    
    
    
    

    Mental ailments

    
    
    
    

    At fifteen, Saint was diagnosed with generalized anxiety by his GP. However, after he was diagnosed, nothing was done--he never went to therapy nor did he receive medication to help with the anxiety. Everything was sort of just brushed under the rug, but thankfully at that time, it didn't really interfere with his daily life. Fast forward five years to his junior year of college, the year when shit hit the anxiety fan. After two petrifying panic attacks where he could barely breathe, Saint figured the anxiety might be back in full swing and went to talk to a therapist, who then recommended a psychiatrist to book an appointment with. He was soon re-diagnosed with generalized anxiety and now takes daily medication for it.
    

    
    
    
    
    

    Memorable quotes

    
    
    
    

    "Some people say that they're book smart but street dumb, or that they're book dumb but street smart, when in reality they're just dumb. Dumb all around."
    
    "My name may say otherwise, but trust me honey, I'm no saint."
    
    "Anything you can do I can do way better."
    
    "I've never related to a character more than I do with Scar when he says 'I'm surrounded by idiots'."
    
    "Wow, I wonder what it's like to live with absolutely no braincells."
    
    "You think you're hot shit but really you're just the scum of the earth."
    
    "Lemme just edit that out real quick."
    
    "If my calculations are correct, which they always are, I win."
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

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    "HOW DID YOU KNOW JOSHUA WELLINGTON?"
    "Well for one, he was one of my good friends throughout high school. Met him my freshman year and we remained close over the years. I always knew I was pretty handy with computers and technology in general, but sophomore year, I discovered a new niche--research and hacking. I soon discovered that I could find out anything and everything about anyone or anything. Joshua, being the Kingpin of the school, wanted to see exactly who was in his school, who his competition would be. Somehow, me being skilled at 'discovering' made its way through the grapevine and Josh came to me, asking me to dig up all that I could on some specific people. He still wanted to hang out with me after all of that so we just stuck together, I guess."
    
    "HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT JOSHUA'S DEATH?"
    "Shocked, sad, upset, emotional, confused--you know, the typical emotions a normal, rationally functioning adult would feel and experience after hearing about a friends death?"
    
    "DO YOU THINK THERE'S SOMETHING WEIRD ABOUT IT ALL OR DO YOU WANT TO JUST MOVE ON?"
    "Wouldn't you think it's weird that a perfectly healthy, happy and popular guy just suddenly dropped dead? yeah? Well, me too. I mean, there's always a chance that it was a random health accident because they happen sometimes, or it was a car accident or just a freak accident in general. But something doesn't add up, something doesn't line up or make sense and i'm determined to get to the bottom of it."
    
    "WHO ARE YOU LEAST LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING AGAIN AFTER ALL THESE YEARS AND WHY?"
    "The fucking prima-donna. I never liked her during high school and still dislike her. Sure, people can change and some say people find their true selves in university, but not her. She's still the same bitch she always has been and probably always will be."
    

    
    
    
    
    

    the history.

    
    
    
    

    Early.
    Samuel Chaison was born to Elli and Steven Chaison at 10:48pm on November 5th. In general, he was a relatively easy baby. He cried a handful of times during his first few months of life but six months in, hardly shed a tear. From a young age, he showed an affinity for learning and an overall high intelligence. He started walking at nine months, speaking at ten months and was stringing together sentences at a year and two months.
    
    He was enrolled in preschool at a year and a half and after a few months, the teachers realized he was quite advanced for his age so placed him in the year above. Well, he still found that boring as hell but the school wouldn't advance him another grade level again. Though his parents were unhappy, they kept him at that school. The Chaison's saint-like angel baby (hence the nickname Saint) flew threw the elementary years and switched school districts in order to attend a more advanced middle school, one better suited for his ability.
    
    Middle.
    It was in his middle school years that his father started drinking. It would just be a few drinks a night, but those few drinks soon turned into several. Steven began heading straight to the bar after work and blowing all of his paychecks on alcohol, leaving Elli to handle three children alone.
    
    Saint, though he wasn't directly told, knew exactly what was going on and stepped up to help his mother take care of his younger siblings. As soon as school finished, he'd head straight home to help his siblings with their homework and cook dinner while his mom was working overtime at both of her jobs. Only when his siblings were in bed and asleep did he begin his own homework, staying up late into the night to finish it. In his eighth grade year, Steven stopped coming home entirely and the family had no idea where he went. The police got involved to help find him but also had no idea where he went and figured he just up and left the state. That left Elli as the sole bill payer, alone with three kids.
    
    Terrified for his family's future, Saint knew he had to do something. He went to his school and explained the situation and they suggested that he start working for a tutoring company that was looking for people to hire. Though he didn't really want to be tutoring annoying kids, he instantly accepted the job, knowing that it would bring in some money to the household and help take the load off of his mothers back.
    
    High.
    He started attending his local high school, taking all honors classes his freshman year and starting a few extra-curricular. Though he was still tutoring kids, Saint began to take an IT class, a coding class and became a member of the debate club, the varsity soccer team, joined rockband as the bass guitar player and was on the swim team.
    
    It turned out that he was a magician when it came to computers, coding and technology in general, so much so that the teacher started having him take a class at the local community college. But he didn't realize he could make a career out of it until one of his fellow soccer teammates started complaining that his girlfriend was cheating on him with this other guy who had a private Instagram account. Saint, tired of hearing is teammate whine, easily hacked into this other guy's account and showed all of the pictures to the teammate.
    
    The girlfriend wasn't cheating but Saint definitely cheated the system. Cheated it easily. Word started to spread that he could hack into classmates social media accounts and he was soon receiving all sorts of requests from his peers, which he accepted. But then his mother got sick and was hospitalized. Fearing the expense, he hacked into her back accounts and yep, there was no way they'd be able to afford to pay off the bills. So he took matters into his own hands and began to charge people for hacking into other's accounts. He could pretty much complete any request, but depending on the illegality of it, would charge a hefty price that he knew most could afford. Soon, Saint was able to pay off most of his mother's bills on his own.
    
    
    College and current.
    It was hard to juggle school, his friends, all of his extracurriculars and hacking, but he somehow managed. Though many people doubted he could, he somehow managed to get into his first choice of college. So at seventeen, Saint packed his bags and headed off to New Haven, Connecticut to attend Yale University and major in computer science.
    
    He still kept in touch with his high school friends and best friend throughout his university, but made his closest friends at Yale. Though his major kept him quite busy, Saint joined the club soccer team and the Sigma Chi Fraternity and loved them both.
    
    The years flew by, sophomore and junior year came and went and senior was flying by just as quickly. Right before graduation, he launched an app that quickly became a hit. Before he could glorify in the app, he was walking across the stage at graduation. It was bittersweet since he loved his time at Yale as an undergrad but he knew he'd be back soon since he's attending grad school at Yale.
    
    Saint was in the process of moving out of his apartment and into another one when he got the call about Joshua. Dropping everything where it was, he headed back to his hometown in order to be with his friends and figure out what happened to a treasured member of his friendship group.
    

    
    
    
    
    

    the relationships.

    
    
    
    

    Steven Chaison
    The estranged, deadbeat alcoholic father who Saint hasn't seen hide nor hair from in years. Even while Steven was still around, Saint was never close to him.
    
    Elli Chaison
    Saint's mother. After his dad left, he really stepped up to the plate to help take the burden off of Elli and they became closer through that. He was beside himself when she was sick and worked his ass off to help pay for the medical bills. She thankfully recovered and has been healthy since.
    
    Jinny and Emory Chaison
    Saint's younger siblings who are the light of his life. He'd do anything for them to be happy. He became more like their father figure rather than older brother after their real father left, helping them with their homework, feeding them, putting them to bed, etc. Jinny is now a sophomore in high school while her brother Emory is a freshman.
    
    The cultured badass.
    Saint's closest friend from high school. His ride or die. His bro. Everyone comments on how they're such an unlikely duo, but have managed to stick to each other like glue throughout the years. When one suggested a stupid idea (usually cultured badass), the other would hype them up (usually Saint) instead of telling them not to do it. They always got in trouble together, never one alone.
    
    The loose cannon.
    tbd.
    
    The broken ace.
    tbd.
    
    The prima donna.
    tbd but he pretty much hates her guts heh.
    
    The fragile butterfly.
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  ethnicity

  
  Caucasian

  
  
  

  
  

  sexuality

  
  Bisexual

  
  
  

  
  

  height

  
  5'3"

  
  
  

  
  

  weight

  
  130 lbs

  
  
  

  
  

  hair

  
  Straight Brown Hair

  
  
  

  
  

  eyes

  
  Brown

  
  
  

  
  

  body type

  
  Lean

  
  
  

  
  

  attire

  
  X X X
  

  
  
  

  
  

  mods

  
  Ears Pierced

  
  
  

  
  

  HEALTH/PHYSICAL AILMENTS

  
  none

  
  
  

  
  

  role

  
  The Fragile Butterfly

  
  
  

  
  

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  Dasha Taran

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Tessa has always been the type of person with a kind heart that is always seeking to do the right thing and help others even if her shy demeanor, stops her sometimes for involving completely, but when it came to her loved one she is always there for support, she tends to worry too much about her own problems and if she is good enough which had to lead her to sometimes build some walls around her loved ones in order to stop them when she needs help since she feels she is just a burden when she asks for help.

  
  
  

  
  

  virtues

  
  

  Creative: For her everyday life or every problem she has even if it's the smallest, Tessa enjoys coming up with creative solutions that let her imagination run free, she prefers to see every moment as the perfect opportunity to come up with something that would add some kind oof sparkle to her ordinary life.
  Insightful:Tessa is the type of person to see more than the appearances and focus on who you really are instead of how you look or where you come from, her curiosity and desire to comprehend the truth of someone helps her to understand their true motivations, feelings, and needs so she can be there for them.
  Passionate: Even if Tessa seems like the type of person that would give up at the smallest failure, in reality, she pursues her dreams and goals without giving up, she is determined to accomplish something even if it takes to achieve it. She won't be satisfied with "good enough" and would try to move further even if it's difficult. She believes that if she sets her mind to it, she can accomplish it.

  
  
  

  
  

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  Sensitive:Even if she is the type of person to accomplish what she proposes, she may react strongly when someone comes for her principles and values, she tends to become defensive if she is faced with criticism and conflict, especially when it comes to issues that are important and close to her heart.
  Reluctant: Tessa values honesty, but at the same time, she is the type of person that keeps things to herself. She finds it difficult to open up about her own struggle to the people around her and show her vulnerability. This had to lead her to try and solve her own problems own her due to the fact that she doesn't want to be a burden to other people, when this happens Tessa might hold herself back and create a distance in her relationships.
  Perfectionistic: Tessa has this tendency of not appreciating her job, her life, or relationships completely, she continuously is ts fixating on the imperfections of these ones which makes her wonder if there's something better out there.
  

  
  
  

  
  

  likes

  
  

  Rainy days
  Books
  Art Galleries
  Scented Candles
  Writing
  

  
  
  

  
  

  dislikes

  
  

  Messes
  Arguments
  Loud Places
  The Sound of Pyrotechnics
  Being the center of attention

  
  
  

  
  

  talents

  
  

  Making Crafts
  Card tricks
  Cooking
  Knitting

  
  
  

  
  

  fears

  
  

  Heights
  Being a failure
  Closed Spaces
  

  
  
  

  
  

  mental ailments

  
  

  Panic disorder, she developed this after the accident that killed her mother and stepfather, since then she has had several panic attacks through the years when she has accumulated a lot of stress and can't control it. She is under medication for her disorder.
  

  
  
  

  
  

  memorable quotes

  
  

  "I'm sorry"
  "I'm glad I got to meet you"
  "Don't worry about me I'll be fine"
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  history

  
  The life of Tessa was never easy, she wasn't born into a broken family, but it was clear to say she wasn't born into a perfect family. Her father once he found out that he was going to have a child, decided he was not ready for it, and like the coward he was, he left without saying a word, leaving a pregnant woman that could almost keep a roof on her head and lived check by check every month.
  
  Growing up it was obvious that Tessa was not like the other kids and not because she was a genius or was good at sports, she could notice that her clothes were from the second-hand store and she spent more time sewing the holes on the shirts with patches to make it still wearable, but that didn't let her define her, sure it made her envious of the other kids, but she was sure that not everything in this life was material and knew that her mother always did her best to provide the best life she could even if it wasn't full of luxury.
  
  As time passed and her mother started getting positioned on a more stable and well-paid job it seemed that their life was getting better, sure they didn't have the wealth to buy a big house or the most recent car, but at least her mother didn't have to worry about if she had enough to even put a meal on the table or to pay the rent.
  
  When she was in middle school she started discovering her passion for writing, especially poetry, she loved how someone could describe so much and create these metaphors using just words and impact people in a way. she wanted to touch people's hearts using just her words, due to the fact her shy demeanor while growing up stopped her from fully showing her true self.
  
  It seemed like everything was starting to get in place in the life of Tessa and her mother when her mother started a relationship with the man that soon would be become her stepfather, Tessa was grateful that her stepfather came into their lives, she never saw her mother as happy as she was with him, she started thinking that maybe that was finally the time so she could have a complete family, and that dream became true, but unfortunately, it didn't last long, that fateful day changed completely Tessa's day, what was just supposed to be just a trip to celebrate their wedding anniversary turned into the one that ended their lives.
  
  The small happiness that she had was completely broken by the accident, she developed panic disorder and close herself to everyone, trying not to show how she was always on the edge of tears, by always showing a smile and a kind persona, it was better to fake it than showing how she really felt, she didn't want to be a burden and have everyone pity her.
  
  Adding to the trauma of losing her mother and stepfather, she had to move with the family of the previous marriage of her stepfather, which happened to be one of her classmates during in high school, but instead of the kind and happy welcome, she was received with the cold shoulder, with a constant reminder that she didn't belong anywhere and the pressure of just being a stranger on a place where you wasn't welcomed didn't help Tessa at all.
  
  Pretending that she and the primadonna were still just classmates was not easy, the reality of their relationship was one of the best secrets that were kept, just a really select people that Tessa only trust like the insufferable genius only knew about what was really happening behind close doors in the house of the primadonna.
  
  It seemed that Tessa's life was just meant to be a tunnel that would never show up a light at the other side, that was until Tessa was paired with Joshua, she was actually one of the first people to actually saw her for who she was and not because she was an orphan, he got interested in her and her passion for writing, he became the light that she was looking for all this time, even if it was like they belonged in completely different worlds, he always made her feel like she had a place and wasn't an intruder.
  
  But high school didn't last forever, once they graduate and took their separate ways, it was time for Tessa to find her place and try to be her own light, at least she was thankful that Joshua was there to help her be more secure in her social interactions, once she moved to college she was ready for a new start, and become who Tessa really was and stopped dragging all her past, she was sure it would be alright, but she wasn't expecting that the person that once she thought as her savior and light would disappear forever without having the chance to say gooodbye.
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  HOW DID YOU KNOW JOSHUA WELLINGTON

  
  

  "It's safe to say that everyone knew Joshua, you could be from two different social circles and you would still know who he was, but to be more specific on how I actually knew him, we were paired for this assignment for our English class, at first glance we were the oddest pair, he caught everyone's attention and shined as bright as the sun while I was just like the moon that needed the light of someone to be able to be seen, as we worked together he found out about my passion for writing and make the effort to get to know me as I did the same, he was one of the first persons that saw me for who I am and not the stepsister of TBA or the orphan kid, he made me feel special even if in the outside I still showed the facade of my infectious smile"
  

  
  
  

  
  

  HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT JOSHUA'S DEATH?

  
  

  "Completely heartbroken, I felt like part of me died too when I received the news, he was the one that helped come out of my shell and see things from a different way, he was really an important person to me even if I didn't say it out loud, it feels surreal knowing that I won't be able to see him again, even if we were not as close as we were back in high school, we still contacted each other and we even were planning to meet each other when we had time, I guess that won't happen"
  

  
  
  

  
  

  DO YOU THINK THERE'S SOMETHING WEIRD ABOUT IT ALL OR DO YOU WANT TO JUST MOVE ON?

  
  

  "I don't know what to think, everything was so unexpected that makes me wonder what if there was something behind his death, maybe is not having a closure that makes me think this since Joshua was someone that was dear to me, but at the same time I think the best thing is to move on and just keep the good memories that I have from him instead of facing the truth"
  

  
  
  

  
  

  WHO ARE YOU LEAST LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING AGAIN AFTER ALL THESE YEARS AND WHY?

  
  

  "It would be the prima donna, don't get me wrong even if we are not blood-related I see her as my real sister and care for her but is obvious that we don't have the best relationship and if everyone is not aware of it yet at least they would have glimpses of our true relationship, I think we are going through a lot of emotions right now to add our family problems to the plate"
  

  
  
  

  
  

  relationships

  
  

  Daniel Anderson | Father | Tessa doesn't have a relationship with him, since he left before she was even born
  
  Katherine Wood | Mother | Tessa was really close to her mother, she always tried her best to provide the best life for Tessa
  
  TBA | Stepfather | Even if her time as a family was short, she really saw him as a real father.
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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    avril juliette grey

    
    
    

    
    
    

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    september 17th

    
    
    

    
    
    

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    5’3”

    
    
    

    
    
    

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    juliette has long, warm blonde hair that falls to her upper back in golden waves. she keeps it layered so that it looks especially thick and parts it in the middle so that the strands perfectly frame her pretty face.

    
    
    

    
    
    

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    julie’s eyes are a pale blue, though in certain lighting, they sometimes appear to be almost green in color. they’re somewhat big as well, so that she has a sort of innocent and playful look to her.

    
    
    

    
    
    

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    although jules is small in stature, it would be hard for anyone to mistake her for a child. she has an hourglass figure and all the womanly assets that help to set her apart from any middle schooler her size. the state of her body has always been something of importance to her, and she’s been known to go to some extreme measures from time to time to keep its appearance in peak condition.

    
    
    

    
    
    

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    juliette does not necessarily have a specific style that she sticks with so much as she has goals that she seeks to achieve with the clothes she puts on. for instance, she steers clear of anything that doesn’t accentuate her figure. early on, her mother instilled in her that with the right outfit and a little bit of confidence, she could get men to do whatever she wanted them to. this advice is something that has stuck with the blonde through the years, despite her rough relationship with her mom. juliette’s wardrobe definitely reflects this way of thinking, from the tight-fitting crop tops to the miniskirts that show off her toned legs, and there’s nothing like the boost of confidence one gets from the right pair of stilettos.

    
    
    

    
    
    

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    only the standard earlobe piercings

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

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    none

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

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    this is my audition to be one of the pink ladies. pros: i look good in pink. cons: none.

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
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    persona

    jules is the definition of a golden girl. she has it all—beauty and brains, money and popularity—and everyone either wants to be her or be with her. the confidence that she boasts is unwavering. with what she’s had to deal with at home, it takes a lot to get her shaken. she’s very adaptable, though whether or not that is a good thing remains to be seen. once a friendly, happy-go-lucky girl, julie, as a means of coping and keeping others at bay for fear of her family’s secret being let out, became a bit of a cold-hearted bitch. she doesn’t allow people to get too close—not even her dearest friends know all there is to know about her. the general public only ever see what she wants them to, which is a carefully crafted persona that her mother helped design. anything less than perfection would’ve been unacceptable, so jules shifted to fit that mold. she strives to be the best at everything she does, and if that means manipulating others to get to the top, then so be it. of course, it doesn’t hurt to have such good looks, too—with a prize-winning smile and a bat of her thick eyelashes, there’s not much that lies out of reach for juliette grey.

    
    
    

    
    
    

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    charming julie has always been a people person—she knows there’s no better way to get in the good graces of others than with an inviting smile. she may be a bit of a bitch now, but she generally enjoys being liked, so she stays prepared to lay on the charm at a moment’s notice. after all, it’s gotten her out of quite a few sticky situations in the past.

    confident it may just be an act at times, but when people think of juliette, they typically think of her abundance of confidence. she keeps her head held high, despite what she’s been through at home. though she can be insecure deep down, she has a “fake it till you make it” approach to life, and it’s worked pretty good so far. if nothing else, it’s helped in terms of keeping others out of her way.

    driven if julie is one thing, she’s determined. of course, that might be because she’s been pressured to be perfect her whole life, but stress results in productivity, right? once she sets her mind on something, there’s not a thing in this world that can derail her from accomplishing that goal. she can be a bit over-competitive at times—she’ll take down anyone that stands between her and success without a second thought—but if you want to get anywhere in life, you have to be.

    romantic despite juliette being seemingly obsessed with herself, she's actually a hopeless romantic at heart. the hopelessness stems from the way her parents have treated her and has culminated in the fear that she's unlovable. nonetheless, there's nothing she wants more than to be swept off her feet by a knight in shining armor (of sorts). she spends countless hours reading and writing poetry, which only adds fuel to her desire for romance. she may come across as cold and distant, but it's only a means of protecting herself from heartbreak. if anyone manages to break past her emotional barriers, she'll love them forever.

    
    
    

    
    
    

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    apathetic although julie has a knack for getting people to like her, she tends to struggle when it comes to liking them back. given all of her accomplishments, it’s safe to say that she has a bit of a superiority complex and sometimes has trouble relating to others in the way that she should. in her mind, the problems they face could be nothing compared to the ones in her life; they should just get over themselves and move on. if only she could take her own advice.

    fake juliette is quite literally living a lie. nearly all of her high school experience has been a grand performance of trying to maintain her perfect image. she may be falling apart behind the scenes, but she can't let other people know that. in her defense, though, she's not necessarily pretending to be someone she's not—she's simply pretending to be somebody she wishes she was and the person that her mother tells her she has to be. this act of hers is her way of trying to make everyone happy while maintaining the social hierarchy. consider it a favor of sorts.

    grudging jules has trouble letting go, which is understandable given the life she’s had so far. her father left her, she’ll never be good enough for her mother, she has a sister she didn’t sign up for, and a boyfriend who left her to make his sister happy. if she thinks about it too hard, it feels as if the universe is out to get her, and she isn’t about to forget it. a part of her is scared that if she moves on, she’ll be caught off-guard by another disappointment, and in the long run, she’d much rather be safe than sorry.

    manipulative when juliette knows what she wants, she’ll do anything to get it. she’s not afraid to get her hands dirty, but if she can somehow convince someone else to do the dirty work for her, she’ll be all too willing to take that route instead. she’s shamefully good at flirting to achieve her means as well as intimidating others to do her bidding, and she’s not embarrassed to admit it. in fact, she’s quite proud of this skill.

    
    
    

    
    
    

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    reading poetry books late at night

    staying up until sunrise

    
    
    

    
    
    

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    feeling trapped

    gory horror movies

    sour foods

    waves of childhood nostalgia

    
    
    

    
    
    

    talents

    ↳ acting
    ↳ cooking
    ↳ the gymnastics involved with cheer
    ↳ manipulating people to her advantage
    ↳ talking/flirting her way out of trouble

    
    
    

    
    
    

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    ↳ abandonment
    ↳ becoming her mother
    ↳ never being good enough

    
    
    

    
    
    

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    juliette has an eating disorder courtesy of her mother and all of the pressure put on her to be perfect in every aspect.

    
    
    

    
    
    

    memorable quotes

    ↳ "not trying to be a bitch or anything, but i don't care."
    ↳ "just because we live together doesn't mean you can talk to me in public."
    ↳ "i am over him-"
    ↳ "do you have any idea how many calories are in one slice of bread?"
    ↳ "five, six, seven, eight-"
    ↳ "i hope you know this is all your fault."
    ↳ "sorry, i can't. i have a test."

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
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    november 17th, 2020

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

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    how did you know joshua wellington?
    "josh and i ran in the same social circles during high school. he and my boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—were really close, so we met through him. we clicked almost instantly—josh could get along with anyone, i think—and the three of us hung out a lot after that."
    
    how do you feel about joshua's death?
    "it's horrible. you know that saying, 'why do bad things happen to good people'? i think it was made for situations like this. josh was one of the kindest people i've ever met, and i hate that he was taken from us too soon."
    
    do you think there's something weird about it all or do you want to just move on?
    "i don't mean to be disrespectful or anything, but i'd really like to move on with life. it hurts to think about it too much, and it hurts even more to look back. why do people say that it helps to focus on the good memories you have with the person who's passed? it doesn't help at all. it makes it worse."
    
    who are you least looking forward to seeing again after all these years and why?
    "hm. that's a hard one. i don't think there's anyone that stands out as someone i'm absolutely dreading having to be around again, but there are definitely some people that are giving me mixed emotions. take my step-sister, for example. we've never had a good relationship, and i don't know if i'll ever be over the circumstances surrounding her joining the family. another one would be my ex-boyfriend. something tells me that seeing him is going to reopen old wounds, not to mention his sister. i still haven't forgiven her for what she did."

    
    
    

    
    
    

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    may 30th, 2015

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

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    all of juliette's life had been spent on a pedestal. she'd had everything a girl could possibly want, but then her father was stolen from her, and her life was turned upside down.
    
    ever since julie's step-sister stepped foot in her house, julie ensured that the girl knew her place. jules blamed her for all of her new problems—in her mind, it was a convenient distraction from placing the blame on herself. if juliette told the fragile butterfly that it was her fault that her father had left, maybe she'd start to believe it. she'd finally be able to shake the voices in the back of her mind telling her that she was unlovable. he left because you weren't good enough. you should've been better. or maybe, that was her mother talking. with her blonde head held high, jules would walk past her step-sister's room and say, "maybe if you didn't exist, i'd still have my dad," and fight back the aching in her chest.
    
    as if her absent father hadn't been punishment enough, julie noticed a change in her mother. the woman had always encouraged her to be the best that she could be, but it was starting to feel like a demand rather than a suggestion. with all of the new stress put onto her, jules became angry. she couldn't lash out at her mother like she wanted to—she wished she could tell the woman that she wasn't her walking, talking barbie doll to manipulate as she pleased—so she took it out on her step-sister instead. juliette never once laid a finger on the girl, but she manipulated and taunted her similarly to the way her mother treated her when the fragile butterfly wasn't around. she used intimidation to make sure the younger girl stayed out of her way and remembered who the "favorite" daughter was.
    
    at school, julie worked hard to maintain her perfect public image, and she did a good job with it. no one suspected a thing—jules was still the golden girl she'd always been. she didn't have an eating disorder. her father hadn't left. she didn't have a broken family. her life was ideallic, like something straight out of a movie, and god help anyone who thought otherwise.
    
    with graduation came the escape of college—escape from her mother, escape from her step-sister, and escape from heartbreak. juliette saw it as a chance to start over, but no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't quite shake her past. it seemed that despite the distance jules had put between them, her mother still had an iron grip on her life. "are you making good grades?" "are you watching what you eat?" "why didn't you do better?" what was supposed to be the doorway to a new life had become a continuation of her old one. with no one to take her frustrations out on, jules felt like she was spiraling downward. she reverted back to old habits for the sake of getting her mother off her back. you can skip lunch today, she'd tell herself. you need to study for that test, and it couldn't hurt to lose a few pounds. juliette has learned the hard way that her past just isn't something that can be outrun.

    
    
    

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    the broken ace: the two of them used to go out. they had the stereotypical football captain x cheer captain dream team sort of relationship, but in certain aspects, it was more than that. aside from julie’s mother, he was the one who knew her best, but instead of using her insecurities to his advantage, he kept her grounded and reeled her back in when she worked herself too hard. jules didn’t take the split very well for obvious reasons, but she claims that she’s over him now, so it doesn’t matter anymore. she is not over him, however, and it still very much bothers her.
    
    the loose cannon: the sister of juliette’s ex-boyfriend. julie blames her for the messy and abrupt way her relationship with the girl’s brother ended, and she’s still harboring a grudge about it. even now, five years later, jules is not exactly jumping at the chance to forgive her.
    
    the fragile butterfly: juliette’s step-sister never actually did anything wrong, but julie took it upon herself to blame the poor girl for everything. she treated her younger sister horribly from the day they first met until the day they parted. she would often study the other girl and pick her apart in search of what their father saw in her that made her a more valuable daughter to have around that jules didn’t already possess herself. julie has had time to reflect now that they’ve since gone their separate ways, and she’s gradually grown past her bitterness toward her step-sister, though not the strange situation with their parents. she’s vaguely aware that she was wrong in what she did—taking her anger and frustration towards her parents out on the young girl—but jules would never admit it. she wouldn’t be opposed to reconciliation, but she definitely wouldn’t be the one to come forward and initiate it.

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    

    
    

  
  

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  name: danielle page
  
  nickname: elle, butterfly
  
  age: 21
  
  d.o.b.: may 17th
  
  gender: female
  
  sexuality: heteroflexible
  
  ethnicity: caucasian, with her mother being canadian and her father american
  
  role: the fragile butterfly
  
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  height: 5'4"
  
  weight: 125 bs
  
  hair: straight, light brown, with some dirty-blonde highlights
  
  eyes: heterochromatic, with her right eye being blue and her left being brown
  
  build: slim and petite
  
  attire: typically pastels and comfort wear- sweaters, leggings, and cute t-shirts
  
  modifications: none
  
  health/physical ailments: a bit underweight
  
  faceclaim: unknown
  
  
  
  positive traits:
  
  kindness - danielle is incredibly sweet, and despite her shyness, is always kind to whomever she meets, no matter their race, gender or creed. this might seem fake or an act at first, but it's the hallmark of her personality- though it does, admittedly, leave her vulnerable to manipulation.
  intelligence - danielle is incredibly smart, even if she doesn't show it most of the time. she especially loves insects, earning her her the nickname 'butterfly' from joshua.
  loyalty - danielle is loyal to a fault. if you gain her trust, it's rare that you can lose it, and she'll stick up for almost anyone. this can sometimes cause her problems though, as she doesn't know how to drop toxic people- especially her step-sister.
  
  negative traits:
  
  willingness to please - the other side of the kindness coin, danielle is almost too eager to please people- in an effort to not make herself come off as intentionally fake like her step-sister, she tends to overstate how much she's willing to do for those she considers friends, which leaves her vulnerable to manipulation.
  bluntness - danielle doesn't know very much about social cues, and she has a tendency to 'tell it like it is', even if she doesn't mean to be rude.
  shyness - despite her therapy sessions alleviating some of her anxiety from her childhood, danielle is still very shy and quiet, preferring to be alone or with those she trusts, rather than strangers or acquaintances.
  
  likes: nature, music, insects
  
  dislikes: crowds, public speaking, 'perfect' people
  
  talents: singing, writing
  
  fears: being the center of attention, disappointing her parents
  
  mental ailments: social anxiety
  
  
  
  how did you know joshua wellington?
  
  ah, well... i've known him since high school, tenth grade. i was the new kid, and pretty much an outcast. my sis- i mean, my step-sister pretty much took the spotlight twenty-four seven, and that kind of life wasn't really my style, but... I'm getting off track. i was sitting by myself at lunch one day, writing a new song, and he came up, asked me to read it. i was kind of scared at first, but he was so nice, it felt like i'd known him forever. we started writing our own songs together and I... i kinda had a small crush on him, but never said anything... when I went to college, I had this stupid idea of leaving my old life behind, including joshua... i regret it so much...
  
  how do you feel about joshua's death?
  
  h-how am i supposed to feel? i feel... guilty? like, i should've tried staying in contact with him, but i was somehow able to convince myself that everything back then was stupid, and i should just forget it, and now...
  
  do you think there's something weird about it all or do you want to just
  move on?
  
  i don't know, i don't know... i can't stop thinking about it, and i don't want to stop, but i don't want to ruin my memory of him by looking too deep into it...
  
  who are you least looking forward to seeing again after all these years and
  why?
  
  least? i don't want to be mean, but...my half-sister, the prima donna. she's one of the main reasons i wanted to forget high school, and she basically made my life a living hell. if it wasn't for joshua, i don't know if i would've made it with her constantly going for my neck.
  
  
  
  "nature is simple, it works. humans are so much more complicated."
  
  "so you can keep me, inside the pocket of your ripped jeans..."
  
  "are you s-sure this is a good idea?"
  
  "so, i'll sing and you play?"
  
  
  
  
  
  
• Danielle was born in the poorer part of town to a mother that was fresh out of high school and her abusive boyfriend. Things were tense as she grew up, with Danielle learning to speak and walk later than other kids, and being diagnosed with selective mutism at age 6, an anxiety disorder that made her practically unreachable when she was in most social situations. Danielle's parents couldn't afford therapy for her, and her father was convinced that he could 'fix' her by forcing social interaction upon her. This didn't help the situation- if anything, it only worsened her anxiety. Danielle's father was angry at not having a 'normal' child or a wife that could provide for him and took it out on both of them. Danielle and her mother suffered years of this abuse, up until Danielle turned ten, when her mother decided she'd had enough and ran away, only taking Danielle and the clothes on their backs.
  
  They ran to a women's shelter in the higher-class part of town, where Danielle spent many sleepless nights, afraid of all the people and that her father was looking for her and her mom. Danielle did notice that her mother was particularly friendly with one of the volunteers, though, a man who introduced himself as Johnathan. He ended up hiring Danielle's mother to work at his company, and with the new money she was making, Danielle and her mother could finally afford a shabby little apartment near where the woman's shelter was. Danielle's mother and Johnathan began volunteering, which turned into dating, which turned into the announcement of marriage. Danielle was originally scared when her mother told her she would have a new father, afraid that he'd be anything like her old one. But Danielle began warming up to Johnathan, even learning to love him more than her birth father. They'd have camp-outs in the backyard, look for insects in the park, and he showed her a talent she never even knew she possessed- singing. Johnathan would play the guitar or the piano, and Danielle would sing along, even writing her own songs that they could perform together. Danielle even started going to therapy for her anxiety, and her mental state got better, slowly but surely.
  
  That all came crashing down when, one night, Danielle's parents were arguing, more than Danielle had ever heard them do before. They both stormed out of the house, the last time Danielle saw either of them. The official story was told to her by police after long nights of crying herself to sleep ad being shuffled around temporary custody holdings. Her step-father had gone into his car, preparing to drive off to who-knew-where. Her mother, seemingly heavily intoxicated, had thrown herself in front of his car, hoping to stop him. He inevitably hit her, and in his sudden shock, had swerved to the side, sending him careening into a lake, and leaving an orphaned Danielle in their wake. Only later did she find out what her parents had been arguing about- Johnathan had left behind an ex-wife and a daughter to marry Danielle's mother, and failed to mention it to her.
  
  After a few legal battles and many nights spent in beds that weren't hers, Danielle eventually ended up with Johnathan's social-climber ex-wife and her perfectionist daughter, the prima donna. Johnathan's ex only saw Danielle as a charity case to put her in the tabloids, and the prima donna wanted nothing to do with a new, socially anxious step-sister. Danielle was sent to a new school, where she felt like a ghost in her own skin. She wasn't bullied, but she wasn't talked to, either. She fluttered across her peers like a phantom, only raising her hand when she had to, getting mostly mediocre grades, and choosing not to join any extra-curricular activities. She assumed she'd just be alone until high school ended, but then, one day at lunch, she was approached by a guy she'd seen around- Joshua. Danielle instinctively shied away from anyone she knew her step-sister was friends with, but Joshua just felt... different. They started talking, and Danielle eventually worked up the confidence to show him the songs she'd written with her father. They both started their own songs together, and, for the first time since her parents died, Danielle felt like she was whole.
  
  Danielle got to know more of his friends, including the loose cannon, the cultured badass, and the insufferable genius. Danielle finally felt like she belonged, and that feeling lasted throughout highschool. When she graduated, though, she made an impulsive vow to leave her old life behind- forget about her step-sister, her highschool experience, even Joshua. She regretted it ever since, but figured there was no going back. The day she got the call that Joshua had died, Danielle's mental health took a huge hit. She's trying to convince herself that this week at the beachhouse will be a good thing, but she's not so sure.
  
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  the broken ace
  
  Danielle's relationship with the broken ace is complicated. Though she initially promised herself not to interact with anyone who was close to her step-sister, in fear of them being just like her, the broken ace seemed to treat her with respect, if not a bit of sheltered fondness. Danielle refused to go to any football games, of course, but the broken ace would sometimes sit and watch college football games with her while waiting for the prima donna to get home from cheer practice, teaching her the different plays and what all the terminology meant. The prima donna would eventually blame Danielle and the broken ace's relationship as part of the reason as to why they broke up, driving even more of a wedge between them. Danielle and the broken ace's relationship eventually fizzled out, as it felt awkward to meet as friends ever since he and Danielle's step-sister broke up.
  
  the prima donna
  
  Danielle can't find the courage to hate her step-sister. despite their estranged relationship and all the emotional abuse from her she'd experienced over the years, she and her mother were the only people to take her in when it felt like no one else wanted her. They never exactly bonded as sisters should- the prima donna was resentful of Danielle for stealing her father, and Danielle was too emotionally shaken to try and form a relationship. Danielle was fine letting their practically nonexistent relationship fade after going off to college, and barely talks to her anymore.
  
  the cultured badass
  
  Though Danielle and the cultured badass were never all that close, Danielle still holds some kindredship towards him. Both orphans, both stuck in situations they never wanted to be in. They were both part of different sects in high school, so they didn't talk much, but Danielle still regrets not forming as much of a bond with him.
  
  the loose cannon
  
  Danielle's always been a bit intimidated by the loose cannon. She was always the one troublemaker, the one who stood out from the crowd. Her antics were almost frightening to Danielle- she couldn't imagine what it would be like to be her. Because of this, they were never really all that close, despite being in the same friend group.
  
  the insufferable genius
  
  Danielle's always seen the insufferable genius as a good friend. Though she wasn't as close to him as she was to Joshua, he was someone she could talk to, or go over answers with, or just stay up late with sharing funny animal videos. He's the one she's kept the best contact with over the years, even meeting up for coffee on a few occasions.
  
  the prima donna's mother
  
  The prima donna's mother seemed to take in Danielle on a whim, thinking it would be good publicity for her to raise an orphan child. Despite this unconventional train of thought, Danielle is still appreciative of everything she's done for her. Though she never treated her like Danielle's biological mom did, she did what she knew how- give her daughter the lifestyle of a socialite. Though Danielle resented that life, she never had the heart to tell her step-mother, afraid that she'd be alone again.
  
  aaron page
  
  Danielle hadn't talked to her biological father for over a decade. Though his constant abuse was only a blur to her now, it still affects her every day, and was part of the reason why she'd retained her social anxiety for so long.
  
  
  

playing: symphony by clean bandit (romy wave cover)

coded by weldherwings.

since you're on this thread weldherwings , i just hope you know that i love and appreciate your gorgeous codes ~

 

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  he says, no use in being sober, i can't recall the words we left unsaid. will you set me free? you, angel from my nightmares. i wanted something i could touch, something i could feel. but my pride was my achilles heel. and only when my time is up, you'll know my love was real. darling, my pride is my achilles heel.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  naturally wavy, often brushed up & to the side in a rather half-hearted attempt at styling. he has been slicking it back with gel more often lately, though, thanks to increasingly frequent business meetings.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  though he's on the leaner side of the scale, it's clear to see that he was an athlete. noah exercises like other people stress eat — and he's currently far from unfit, let's just say.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  a simple, short line of flying blackbirds is the only tattoo he has and rests on his left arm, near his wrist. noah doesn't have any piercings or other noticeable markings.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  noah always had a fairly basic style when he was younger, frequently spotted in either his school team jersey or a hoodie from some athletic brand, never straying far from what's popular but not putting in much effort either. when he did dress up, though, it often took on a minimalist, almost vintage vibe with a pronounced inclination toward warm, autumn-esque colors. this still rings true in current day, though you'd be more likely to spot him in suits lately, just with varying levels of formality. the one unchanging constant in his fashion sense is probably just his love for jackets. [ x | x | x | x | x ]

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  noah is healthy on most accounts, having thankfully incurred no long-lasting injury from his days as an athlete. he does have a not-so subtle caffeine addiction, which is technically a clinical disorder, though he personally wouldn't consider it a problem

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Reliable

  often considered a natural leader in the eyes of the people around him, this perception largely falls back to his trustworthiness and sense of responsibility. when noah says that he'll do something, there's rarely a circumstance where he would abandon the promise without first putting in effort to fulfill it.
  
  

  Devoted

  when noah gets involved with something, whether that be an organization, a team or a single person, he tends to invest a lot of himself into it in the form of time, diligence and loyalty. this is a trait that noah dislikes in himself but ironically also one of the biggest reasons others admire him.
  
  

  Persuasive

  it's far from easy to keep peace among a bunch of tired teenage guys who've been spending way too much time with each other to train and are now stuck in one tiny waiting room — and noah did that pretty flawlessly throughout his stint as the football team's captain. he's good at calming others down, as well as convincing them to follow his suggestions, even when they might not find him all that agreeable as a person.
  
  

  Observant

  having played a ton of sports since childhood, it's not surprising that noah is rather sharp-eyed and quick on the uptake in most situations. not a lot gets past him in a field, much less a small room. that's only in his normal state of mind, though.
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  football, swimming, iced coffee, huskies, pointless mobile games, snow, "secret" places, true crime stories, jogging at night
  
  

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  greasy foods, jenga, reality tv, restrictive diets, humid weather, chihuahuas, awkward silence, his father
  
  

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  ball sports, quick reflexes, tongue twisters, keeping a poker face
  
  

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  losing one or a few of his senses, being powerless, falling into a zoo exhibit
  
  

  mental ailments

  aside from his aforementioned caffeine addiction, noah doesn't have much to claim in the name of mental illness. he's not doing great by any means, obviously, and he definitely has his share of shit to talk to a therapist about. but he does not have a disorder.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

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  Aimless

  some people know exactly what their dream in life is, or what they like to do, or who they want to settle down with. those people are a different breed from noah. impossible, you might think, considering his seemingly single-minded commitment to his athletics and later his career. but, unfortunately, true. for all his diligence, noah couldn't tell you with any amount of certainty that he loves what he's doing or that he's satisfied with the way things are going in his life.
  
  

  Guarded

  a deep-seated aversion to vulnerability is just one of many character deficiencies fostered in him by his father. noah is rarely secretive in a malicious way, but he doesn't reveal much about his feelings or problems to others. when he feels like he's about to get hurt, he shuts himself off and at times gets distant or even cruel.
  
  

  Overprotective

  open isn't a word you would use to describe noah's mindset when it concerns people he cares about. he is as protect of them as he is protective of himself. in the same vein, when noah perceives someone as a threat to his family or the people close to him, he can become slightly overbearing in his treatment of the other party, often regardless of what the protectee in question feels about it.
  
  

  Materialistic

  noah associates money with power, with the freedom and ability to do as he desires, and that is what he treasures. hence, he subconsciously tends to measure the value of things by their financial worth and this has only gotten worse since he started working in his current company.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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    noah's mother left the world behind when he was a few months old. she'd been sick ever since she gave birth to him, and she couldn't hold on anymore. he's told she passed away hugging him while he slept. people always say that like it's an incredibly moving tale, how she loved her baby to the end. as a child, noah of course had no reason to believe any different. it would be many years into the future that he decides it wasn't all that touching after all, when you consider the reason she was alone with a newborn so late at night, weak and ill, despite having a perfectly healthy husband.
    
    not that it ultimately mattered to him. noah wasn't happy to hear it either way. the story bothered him. it's important to note here that his father wasn't a loving parent in the least. noah's clearest image of the man was a figure sitting behind a mahogany desk, casting giant shadows across the room — a rather horrific image that tells you all you really need to know. his stepmother was nice, but she wasn't his parent. not really. so, when he saw kids being picked up from his kindergarten, laughing as they disappeared into the distance with their parents like a fading dream, he felt this weird, pulling feeling in his stomach. noah grew up missing his mom, a lot, more than he could comprehend himself, even if he never knew her.
    
    and he thought that, maybe, if he'd been awake and had kept his eyes on her, she wouldn't have vanished. that he should have watched over his mother to make sure she stayed, and then she would still be alive. an impossible, childish thought, of course. not just for the unscientific nature of it but because he was a baby and those simply don't stay awake. but for the longest time, noah held that conviction close to his heart. maybe it'd just been better than thinking that she would have gone no matter what, that he was helpless to stop it.
    
    anyway, the point is, it was that belief that led him to sneak out to the attic that night.
    
    he must've been around seven or eight years old. it was nearing christmas time. he joined colby to build a snowman before dinner and, though he claimed it looked so dumb, he liked it. so after dinner, he went to the living room window to peek at it again. by that point, the poor thing had already lost an arm. noah was spooked. he'd only left it alone for barely half an hour but it was disappearing. he didn't want to lose it.
    
    unfortunately, his bedroom didn't have a window on the right side of the house to keep watch on the snowman. so he snuck out to the one place in the house where he could watch it without getting caught by his father, the highest place. the view was beautiful that night. a starry sky and a landscape of snow, decorated with big and little houses across his vision. even the metal frame couldn't take away from it. he doesn't know how long he stared out there.
    
    but eventually, he fell asleep. and when he woke up, the sun was up and his snowman was gone. deep inside, noah had expected it. he knew it would be ridiculous to cry over snow that melted — but he couldn't help it. he didn't stop even when he heard his father enter the place, though he did try to wipe his tears away. his father stared down at him for a while. you're grounded, came the voice, which sounded to noah like it was devoid of emotion despite the man's visible anger, go to your room, i'll only call you out when it's time for your football practice.
    
    noah could not, in fact, go to football practice. he had caught a cold from sleeping on a wooden floor in the middle of winter. that was the last time he believed in that stupid theory of his and the last time he made a snowman. if you asked him or anyone else about the incident though, nobody would answer correctly. about the snowman or why he slept in the attic.
    

    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
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  i don't know what i would have changed, or if there was even anything i could have done at all.

  
  

  
  
  
  
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  how did you know joshua wellington?

  
  
  
  

  from, like, middle school. we've been... we were friends for such a long time that it's hard to remember how we even got that close. probably through the football team — we played together throughout our school lives, so.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  how do you feel about joshua's death?

  
  
  
  

  i don't know. how am i supposed to feel about something like this? he was one of my best friends, even if we'd both been too busy with our own shit lately. i just- he had so many things he told me he wanted to do, you know? places he wanted to visit, people he wanted to reconnect with and... now he's just gone? it doesn't seem real. it shouldn't have been this way.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  do you think there's something weird about it all, or do you want to just move on?

  
  
  
  

  weird? i mean, it's not like i don't want to move on. but i can't really accept it yet, how fast he left us when he was the one who was most full of life. i know death just arrives, sometimes. it's just hard to believe that, of all people, it took josh. i don't even know how it happened, so i'm not sure i can move on right now.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  who are you least looking forward to seeing again after all these years, and why?

  
  
  
  

  the question is if there's anyone i am looking forward to seeing again. other than colby, kind of, there's nobody. i'm just hoping we don't end up creating a hostile mood, honestly. god knows our clique is dysfunctional at best without josh being our glue. well, though if i had to choose someone, i guess it'd be the prima donna. i don't know how i'm going to face her.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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