Realistic or Modern 𝘾𝙊𝙇𝘿 𝙅𝙐𝙇𝙔 - 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴

timshel · May 17, 2020

COLD JULY.
an advanced, southern gothic coming-of-age murder mystery.
JUST A REMINDER,

FIRST— Follow all of RPN’s listed rules. Treat others in this roleplay well to facilitate a comfortable, creative, and fun environment for everyone.

SECOND— There are going to be six people total in this roleplay, myself included, meaning there are five open slots. Placement in this roleplay is not awarded on a first-come, first-serve basis. I’ll be judging each of the characters on their quality and depth, and their owners on their writing quality.

THIRD— This is going to be a strictly advanced roleplay, where good grammar, correct spelling, and tantalizing writing is an expectation. You should be able to comfortably write 500-800 words per post, at the very minimum.

FOURTH— Be prepared to chat on Discord. I find it’s a very helpful platform to have quick discussions about characters, plotting, and it’s a low pressure environment where we can all chat with each other. I will make a server for all the accepted members of this roleplay once I have determined who’s going to be in it.
NOW, ABOUT THEM KIDS.

AS YOU'RE WRITING—
All applications are due by 12pm PST on Friday, May 22nd. Please contact me as early as possible if you need an extension.

Keep in mind that this is a high school-aged roleplay. These characters should be upperclassmen—rising juniors and seniors, anywhere from 16-18 years old. There are no constraints on gender (there's not even any roles), but I would ideally like an even ratio of masculine and feminine-identifying characters. This takes place during their summer break from school.

Charleston, South Carolina generally has a hot, humid climate in the summer. It's a city with lots of history and is considered a quaint, clean small city, but as mentioned in the interest check there's a wide wealth gap in this town. Located on the coast, it has a thriving culture based in and around water: sailing, yachting, and surfing are common hobbies for Charleston residents.

This is an application that I alone will be considering: I want to see compelling, unique, thoughtfully crafted characters. Spots are not going to be claimed on a first come, first serve basis. Please only apply for one slot - multiple characters can be discussed once the final cast is chosen.

That being said, if you would still like to exercise some degree of relationship planning as you create your character, please discuss that on the out of character discussion page for this roleplay. Your thoughts may be of great help to another person, and building cohesion early could add to the strength of your application.

As far as diversity is concerned, the world we all share is not at all homogenous. Diversity of ethnic backgrounds, cultures, places of national origin, sexuality, and gender identity would be much appreciated and more reflective of the current state of the world.

If you do choose to create a character with a racial or ethnic background different than your own, please do so in a respectful, affirming way: avoid relying on cliches and stereotypes to craft your persona. This is especially applicable to minority and marginalized identities.

Please contact me with any questions or concerns you have, but also know that I am not here to walk you through the application process: it's simply not fair to ask me to advise or double check any applications in progress.
SO, WHAT'S YOUR DEAL?

THE BASICS—
Name:
Age & zodiac sign:
Ethnicity:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Yankee or Dixie?

APPEARANCE—
Height:
Weight:
Build:
Hair:
Eyes:
Skin: any scars, tattoos?
Face claim: optional, but preferred. no art references are allowed unless the art was commissioned or drawn by you.

PERSONA—
Personality: a brief summary, 2-3 sentences.
Positive traits (3+):
Negative traits (3+):
Hobbies:
Quirks & habits: do they have any nervous tics or routines?
Ailments (mental and/or physical):

ODDS & ENDS—
GPA:
School note: what would a counselor, teacher, coach, or dean have to say about them? can be brief.
History: as brief or detailed as you like.
THOSE DAMN KIDS.

THE YANKEES — 3/3 open.
Rich as sin, these are the kids who were born with it all and know nothing different. Beautiful plantation-style homes, fine furnishings, private tutors, their own speedboats and cars. Often lacking in compassion and perspective, they can be brash, insensitive, and entitled as hell. Not saying that the grass is always greener on the other side, but having that kind of money does seem to solve a lot of problems, doesn't it? They attend an elite private college preparatory high school.

Vibes: the smell of a brand-new car, the unmistakable weight and feel of real gold, delicate perfumes, the relief of air conditioning on a scorching hot day, a clean, well-lighted place to come back to.

THE DIXIES — 2/3 open.
Poor as dirt, these are the kids who have had to fight for everything they've ever had. Moving from home to home, living with unreliable utilities, only wearing hand-me-downs and whatever's at Goodwill, they know what it's like to struggle and many of them are gritty and better for it. This kind of life does lend itself to a kind of bitterness, however. It's easy to be resentful when those with plenty seem to be taking it all for granted. They attend the local public high school.

Vibes: warm beer, sandy toes, the satisfaction when you find exactly the right amount of money to buy a treat, the thrill of running at night, gratitude for the small things, a place that smells like home.

timshel · May 17, 2020

❝ JASPER OWEN. ❞
blank open eyes, watch the moonflower bloom.

THE BASICS
Name—Jasper David Owen
Age & zodiac sign—17 years old & a Cancer
Ethnicity—Vaguely European. “Purebred white trash,” in his own words.
Gender—Cisgender male
Sexuality—Gay, but he's got "one foot in the closet and the other in a grave."

About as Dixie as they come. A born and bred townie, he's the latest in a long line of missed opportunities and complacency. And he's a troublemaking son of a bitch with a vendetta against anyone who got dealt a better hand in life.

APPEARANCE
Height—Just about 5’9”
Weight—Generally just under 140 pounds, but he’s prone to fluctuate down, as he often misses meals.
Build—Thin, bordering on the unhealthy, slightly underfed range of skinny—you can just barely see his ribs and spine if he stretches without a shirt on. He often obscures his figure to a degree with slightly oversized clothing, which is, funny enough, in style right now.
Hair—Jasper is a natural blond - not quite towheaded but close - which fades to a mid-toned brown hue closer to his roots. He’s almost always in need of a trim and a shave, though he can’t grow much more than stubble at this point. He generally keeps it shoulder-length.
Eyes—A light, faded shade of blue, like an ancient pair of sun-bleached jeans. They’re both unflinchingly hostile and inexplicably sad, and very difficult to read.
Skin—Fair and somewhat pale for someone who spends so much time outside. Occasionally suffers small blemish breakouts - definitely doesn't have perfect skin. Prone to sunburn badly if he's not careful.
Face claim—Created without a specific reference in mind, he's a rough mix between Kurt Cobain, River Phoenix, and a young Norman Reedus.

PERSONA
This young man is a complicated one: he desperately craves the attention and admiration of others, especially his friends, but he often can't stand closing the social distance necessary to get that kind of gratification. Both shy and snappish, soft-spoken and foul-mouthed, sensitive and callous, Jasper is a young man filled with lots of apparent contradictions. The sad truth is that traumatic past experiences and intense anxiety lead to him driving people away more than he would like to - he does truly hate being alone, but you'd never really know it.

Positive traits—Sensitive, selfless and loyal to the few he cares about, thoughtful, crafty, meek. Real quirky once you get to know him.
Negative traits—Hot-tempered, intense, defensive, incredibly pessimistic, distrusting and paranoid, flighty, dark sense of humor, withdrawn, reckless. He makes it very difficult to get close.
Hobbies—Playing guitar (acoustic and electric—he’s pretty damn good at it, too), singing, skateboarding, making bongs out of just about anything. And photography.
Quirks & habits—Bites his nails, chews his cheeks, and finds himself craving nicotine and/or marijuana when he’s stressed or anxious (often). Tends to fiddle with his hands if he's not doing anything, often cracking his knuckles.
Ailments—Major depressive disorder, generalized anxiety disorder, dyslexia, flirting with substance abuse disorder - he does not have insurance and cannot afford medication to help alleviate symptoms or get proper diagnoses.
Vices—Cigarettes, marijuana, benzodiazepines (Valium is his drug of choice when he can get it), alcohol (exceptionally good at holding his liquor, but he is an angry drunk), psychedelics (LSD, magic mushrooms)

ODDS & ENDS
GPA—2.1. Has terrible attendance, prone to doze off during class and spend breaks and lunch getting high in the school bathrooms. Not to mention the dyslexia.
Counselor’s note—The case of Mr. Owen is challenging. I can only assume that something in his home life is what contributes to his antisocial behavior and poor performance in academic work, but he refuses to disclose much of anything to me, even under the promise of total confidentiality. Child Protective Services has had their eye on him for years, but nothing seems to have come from it, and I can't make any more calls to them on his behalf. At the end of the day, he will only improve if he decides he wants to.
Theme songs—Trailer Trash, Modest Mouse. Love/Paranoia, Tame Impala.

HISTORY
Content warning: mentions domestic violence and drug abuse.

The unintended, accidental consequence of an ill-timed hookup between a desperate young woman and an aloof traveling businessman, Jasper was, from the very start, a permanent reminder of something that should have never happened to begin with. And maybe as a cruel trick from God, his mother, who wound up caring for him as a young, single mother, found that her son was the spitting image of his father—some salt in the wound to keep her humble.

She was completely unprepared to be a mother, and this whole situation’s timing couldn’t have been any worse. Although her life completely changed to take care of him, she wasn’t quite ready yet to give up the things she cherished, that made her feel alive: going out, meeting men, taking whatever life had to throw at her without any fear or hesitation. What it meant for her son was that he was often alone in their one bedroom apartment.

He learned how to entertain himself, though: after his mother surprised him with a guitar, Jasper emulated the late greats of rock n’ roll from sunrise to sunset, humming and singing along as he taught himself chords and progressions. When his mother did come home, she arrived at odd hours with leftover Chinese food, apologies, and always, a new boyfriend.

The boyfriends were rarely kind. He learned rather quickly that they hated children and hated their incessant, innocent questions even more, and they let him know with words and fists. He was about ten years old when she married the cruelest man on planet Earth: his new stepfather drank like a fish, didn’t work, and was critical of everyone and everything that entered their apartment. And he got angry and violent towards the both of them when he was drunk, which was often.

Jasper was fourteen years old when his mother disappeared without a trace. Up until then, he’d dabbled in some small vices, but the gaping hole that her unreliable but steadying presence left behind gnawed at him. It was about then that his mental health declined tremendously and he started seeking out riskier, but more fulfilling vices—rolling up and smoking just about anything he could find, swallowing and crushing all kinds of pills, trying to find some connection on Grindr—anything to make him feel still and quiet and whole again. The anxiety he felt at home was insurmountable at times, and with his mother out of the picture, his stepfather’s violent behavior towards him only worsened.

Now as a seventeen year old, Jasper is hopelessly at the mercy of his addictions: a couple Xanax get him through the day, cigarettes keep his hands from shaking, and a few stiff drinks and a packed bowl put him to sleep at night. He’s about to flunk out of high school. He’s a guitar prodigy, having absolutely mastered acoustic and electric guitar by this point, and despite his shyness, the guitar videos and songs he's uploaded to Instagram and Soundcloud have gained him a decent following. But he absolutely hates the days that he can’t sleep on a friend’s couch and he has to shuffle home, defeated, knowing full well what’s waiting for him behind those doors.

Keira Winston · May 17, 2020

another not so fancy placeholder
but for a dixie girl
tbh idk yet but i'm rly feelin it
bitchy, doesn't take shit from nobody
street racer
feisty, fiery, will go to lengths to defend her friends and people she cares about
parties hard, flirtatious as fuck, heartbreaker? oops sry
never at home because it's a shit hole
"mother's daughter"
mention her mother and she will fight you
reckless, doesn't give a fuck, does what she wants, takes whatever she can get
knows the right things to say, charms her way out of everything
smart af, could be doing well in school if she put her mind to it
rides bikes
might not like her, but you probs respect her
fucking hates southern society and their dumb, conservative standards
how everything's generational/handed down to them? fuck that; they didn't do shit to earn it
just wants to get out of this southern shit hole, but doesn't know anything other than it
and how these families had made their fortunes off the backs of minorities? doesn't stand for that southern american dynasty bullshit
so she put herself at the top of her own hierarchy at school, or at least amongst her ppl
southern hospitality? she can fake it... but fuck that bullshit
queen/hbic energy
fc: early 2000s megan fox

❝ Becca Brakeman. ❞

You know I'm your type, right?
Mark your calendar, tonight's gonna be your life's highlight

❝ the basics. ❞

【full name】— rebecca addison brakeman.
【nickname(s)】— becca or becks only.
【gender】— cis-female.
【age/zodiac sign】— 17, aries.
【sexuality】— info.
【yankee or dixie?】— dixie queen.
【ethnicity】— just southern white trash for all she knows.

❝ background. ❞

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❝ relationships. ❞

【mother】— info.
【father】— info.
【sister】— info.
【brother】— info.
【daughter】— info.

❝ abilities. ❞

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❝ psyche. ❞

【vices】— info.
【virtues】— info.
【fatal flaw】— info.
【happiest memory】— info.
【a secret】— info.

❝ visage. ❞

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&&— ❝ the HBIC. ❞

divine comedy · May 17, 2020

contrast.

— requisite
full name: mallory elizabeth mcbride.
nickname(s): mal, lory.
birthdate: may 19 [taurus].
hometown: charleston, south carolina.
age: 17.
gender: cis female.
sexuality: closeted bisexual.
ethnicity: white.
role: yankee.

— psyche
personality: on the outside, she looks like a girl who could break your heart. a typical preppy teenager, probably a cheerleader or your resident bully. but mallory is anything but. she is a stubborn, naive, and impressionable girl who prefers the company of books over people. an aura of mystique surrounds the reserved student, casting a cold front to her facade. but really, mallory isn't rude.

she's an awkward, socially stunted teenager who is a golden child at heart. she isn't aware of the norm, social cues, or what's outdated or not which gives her the impression of being weird. truly, mallory is quick to feel joy and excitement, and can actually be talkative when she gets to know someone. she feels strongly but seems to lack emotional understanding.

for someone of her wealth and status, she is almost abnormally humble. however, mallory's mind has been engrained with the mannerisms of her parents, their elitism carved into her being. she doesn't like people who are beneath her, just as daddy always said.
positives: eager, humorous, intelligent, witty, determined.
negatives: awkward, unaware, reserved, classist, immature.
hobbies: reading classic literature, playing the flute, baking.
habits: blurting out trivia when nervous, fiddling with her fingers, thinking a mile a minute.
alignment: neutral good.
ailments: asthma.

— visage
height: 5 ft 7 in.
weight: 128 lbs.
hair: light brown, mid-back length, wavy.
eyes: brown, catlike.
build: slim, average.
dist. features: light freckles on cheeks, arched brows, toothy grin.

— history
backstory: wealthy probably isn't an accurate word to describe the maybanks. formerly known as the aiken's, their grand fortune comes from william aiken jr and his esteemed position as the 61st governor of south carolina. but that was all in the past. annabelle maybanks, the youngest daughter of the remaining political dynasty, married a middle-class banker named william mcbride, thus changing her surname and leaving it behind. of course, william acquired most of her personal funds as a 'dowery' of sorts, and the two live an extremely lavish life in a gated charleston residence.

inside the confines of a beautiful colonial manor, mallory mcbride was, in all senses, sheltered from the world; the only mcbride child, yet her fate was undecided. she was homeschooled by a live-in governess named nancy. studying and reading was all she knew, so excelling at school wasn't very surprising. take one look at mallory, and she seems to be a femme fatale in the making, when in reality she's just a bookworm. a very lonely bookworm.

as an international financial consultant for a local bank, william was never home; and the fashionable socialite annabelle spent her time at tea parties and cocktail meetings, too busy for her daughter. mallory was raised in solitary confinement fit for a princess, yet was never happy with the money she swam in. all the pampering by maids, fancy tailored dresses, and the silver spoon in her mouth never piqued her interests. it wasn't until the fall after her 14th birthday when her life changed for good.

nancy died suddenly from a heart attack just before the school year began. william and annabelle—who were away on a business trip—had no choice but to enroll her into an actual high school. the daunting prospect of meeting others around her age after being alone for so long brought mallory great trepidation, shattering the confines of her porcelain cage. now the world would truly get to see mallory mcbride in all of her prodigious glory. but looks can be deceiving.
father: william mcbride.
mother: annabelle mcbride, née maybanks.
sibling(s): n/a.
other relatives:

+ the aiken family. [distant maternal relatives]

+ george maybanks. [maternal uncle]

— miscellanious
gpa: 4.0, and she worked hard as hell for it.
school note: "she is such a joy to have in class! always attentive, respectful, and committed to her studies. i just wish she interacted with her peers more often. socialization and education go hand in hand, and i do my best to accommodate her, but sometimes it just doesn't work out. if it isn't her protesting, it's the other kids who don't want her in their groups. children can be so cruel sometimes." — mrs. peterson, chemistry three.
theme: where or when — johnny mathis.
trivia:

+ mallory was diagnosed with autism at 5.

+ she keeps a collection of buttons and vintage postcards.

by faust, for lee.x

leviathan. · May 17, 2020

『 micah stokes. 』

sophie. · May 17, 2020

name: cristina "chris" vicario
age & zodiac sign: seventeen, virgo
ethnicity: half colombian, half general european
gender: female
sexuality: bisexual
affiliation: dixie
height: five feet seven inches
weight: one hundred thirty pounds
build: athletic, slightly lanky
hair: brown with slight faded highlights that were box dyed from last summer
eyes: brown
skin: riddled with bruises and scrapes from the countless reckless activities, few stick and poke tattoos around her ribcage from friends
faceclaim: rachelle vinberg
personality: you could say many things about chris - but you could never say she wasn't bold. considered a "classic dick" by the yankees who know her, cristina is not afraid to express herself the way she wants. she's brash, loud and unapologetic - raised with the mentality to do everything herself. despite all of that, she's the caretaker of her friend group. sure, she's fucked up like the rest of them; but she can't compare her life to theirs. chris couldn't count the amount of times she's had to 'save' a friend by dragging them away from their shitty family and onto her father's fishing boat. she's the first to offer help and the last to accept it.
positive traits:
⋆ adventurous
⋆ thrifty
⋆ generous
⋆ confident
negative traits:
⋆ pessimistic
⋆ short-tempered
⋆ confrontational
⋆ paranoid
hobbies: skating, swimming, cliff-jumping, yanking shit from yanks
quirks & habits: when nervous, chris has a habit at picking/biting at her nail beds. often, people don't pay any mind to the state of her hands - they just assume it's from her skateboard.
ailments: her knees and shoulders are fucked! often, she'll dislocate her knee or shoulder and pop it back in like it's no big deal. she definitely needs surgery, but doesn't care enough/doesn't have the money to deal with it.
theme song: 400 Lux - Lorde
GPA: 2.8
school note: "Christina has so much potential - she's smart, clever, and not afraid to stand up for herself. Unfortunately, her academic achievements do not reflect that. Often, she skips class or leaves early. When she is present, she's unfocused. At this rate, I don't see Chris having the grades to get a scholarship; which she'll need to financially cover college."
- Chris's guidance counselor.
history: Chris is one of the lucky ones - sure, she's a blue collar dick from a fishing family, but she'd always been loved. Her mother and father were high school sweethearts who grew up in Charleston, falling in love too quickly and having children before either of them could hold a job. Cristina and her twin brother Sebastian grew up on the edge of town by the water in a small two bedroom home and a commercial fishing boat owned by the company their father worked for. They never had much, but they were happy. Their father would take them out to the water so they could swim while he caught fish, and by the time they found their way home, their mother had made dinner. It was a classic shitty American stereotype.

As Chris and Sebastian grew older, they fell into two separate groups. Seb was deemed "yank" enough to hang out with the rich kids and joined them without any hesitation. Chris found her group of misfits of whom she loved dearly. They liked her for who she was, not for status. Each night her and Sebastian went home to the same bedroom - two beds on opposite sides of the world. You would have never guessed that they used to only have each other as friends. They used to be inseparable, but now they could barely hold eye contact.

oxytocin · May 17, 2020

clementine gibson.

—requisite
name: clementine gibson
nicknames: tiny, clem
age: 17
gender: cis female
birthdate: april 3rd; aries
sexuality: bisexual
yank or dick?: dixie

—psyche
the gist: kitschy, campy, cunty, kleptomaniac. li'l clem is a firecracker with a laugh like gunfire and a voice about twenty decibels louder than what should be able to exit such a small frame. she is destructive, aggressive, energetic, and unpredictable----and also kind of fucking weird. she is crass, yet loving, obnoxious, but self-aware. her mania seems neverending, making her easily appear to be carefree to those who remain unaware.
+ traits: loyal, crafty, courageous, easily amused, innovative
- traits: temperamental, impulsive, crude, impatient, stubborn
hobbies: vandalism, theft, doodling, bike riding
quirks: ripping out hair, picking at skin, joint popping
ailments: bipolar i, adhd, (mild) substance abuse disorder

—visage
height: 5’1
ethnicity: black & caucasian
hair: brown, curly
eyes: big, buggy---some beautiful cross between dirt & shit brown
skin: heavily freckled, often speckled with the expected teenage blemishes, spotted with bruises, scars, cigarette burns, & shitty faded stick-n-poke tattoos
dist. features: eyes, gap, height, freckles
build: boyish, slim, and near obscenely vertical. soft in place of angles, but without curve.
face claim: seashell coker
scent: grape swishers, black tree air fresheners, dial soap

—history
gpa: 1.7
principal's note: on the rare occasion ms. gibson decides to actually attend class, she is far too busy disrupting the lesson for anything to seem to stick. for that reason, it seems to me as though the majority of her time within the four walls of the building are divvied between my office and the hallway. all attempts to contact her mother seem to be in vain, and if ms. gibson cares any about the possibility of her mother going to jail, she does not seem to show it.

backstory: TRIGGER WARNING: CSA & DOMESTIC VIOLENCE
clementine has been reminded her entire life that she was a mistake. her conception story is as follows: a drunken, hate-filled union which resulted in bloody noses, bruises, and of course, a baby.

her mother is the definition of methed-out trailer trash. she is leopard print clothing and cherry-red nails, smudged out lipstick and blonde hair so large it enters the room before her. she took on a myriad of jobs: divebar waitress and prostitute being the most steady, and she certainly has never been motherhood material.

clementine does not know much of her father, exempt that he was incarcerated roughly a year after her birth and a murder charge. her mother has never let her see him.

her early youth was tumultuous: beatings by her mother for any act that may annoy her (which could be as minor as breathing too loud), and a teeny tiny clem being expected to “entertain” her mother’s patrons in whatever game they so desired.

it was hellish. but no one cared. clementine rarely remained in class long enough for fresh bruises to be noticed, and at the very least, the elder ms. gibson’s less than hands-on parenting method allowed clementine to self-medicate through drugs and liquor.

now in her late teens, she has addictions, a bad attitude, no direction, and a grand plan on how to enter the 27 club.

themes: teenage dirtbag, wheatus; 90's green screen, jean dawson; a.d.h.d, kendrick lamar

ChickemNooget · May 17, 2020

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heartstringss · May 17, 2020

sara weber.

i’ve been on a roll, but i’m going way too fast—
clear the road, i’m looking for a place to crash and burn.
tell me, do i deserve what's coming?

FULL NAME
— Sara Leigh Weber

AGE & ZODIAC
— 18 years old, born March 3rd, Pisces zodiac.

ETHNICITY
— Biracial. American-born for generations but has Irish, French, Dutch, Hawaiian-Filipino, German, and English ancestry.

GENDER
— cis female, she/her pronouns.

SEXUALITY
— openly gay but she doesn't really flaunt her sexuality about; it is what it is but it's not all that she is.

YANKEE OR DIXIE?
— dirt-poor dixie bitch.

THEME SONGS
— Between My Teeth by Orla Gartland
— Numb by Meg Myers
— Bloody Nose by the Used
BUILD
— stands about 5'9", lanky, gangly, borderline malnourished even. she has a pretty high metabolism and a terrible appetite (mostly due to stress). being that her family is quite poor, a lot of mouths to feed at once means there's not always enough food to go around. she has long, spider-spindly thin fingers, a slim face with high cheekbones and small nose, bony/jutting shoulders, hips & collarbone, a fairly straight and narrow waist-line, and is notably small-chested.

HAIR
— dark brown cut into a choppy, slightly overgrown pixie style. often disheveled in a way that suggests the only thing she uses to brush her hair is her own goddamn fingers.

EYES
— dark brown with a pretty harsh, judgmental gaze and highly expressive eyes. (ah, the joys of resting bitch face...)

SKIN
— medium tan, incredibly weather-worn skin due to excessive sun exposure and general wear & tear from living a hard life. prone to calluses and spots of dryness around her hands and feet specifically from too much going around barefoot and working with her hands. also has plenty of scars, blackheads, and a few light spots of acne, though most of the big scars are hidden beneath her clothes.

BODY MODS
— she has a couple of small stick-n-pokes around her wrists and ankles, all self-done, but no professional tattoos or piercings--yet.

ATTIRE
— used clothes from Goodwill, anything cheap / affordable from Walmart. Wardrobe consists mostly of short-sleeved shirts, hoodies & jackets, sweaters, dark jeans, long shorts (especially basketball shorts), worn tennis shoes and boots. Strays away from tank tops or anything that shows too much skin, especially for her upper body. Refuses to wear skirts, dresses, heels, and flip flops. she has a pretty tomboyish style.

FACE CLAIM
— Shannyn Sossamon
3+ POSITIVE TRAITS
— bold & courageous: has more than earned her place among the most adventurous and ballsy of her peers.
— exceedingly sincere: she'll always be completely honest in portraying who she is to the world; the good, the bad, the ugly - it's all clearly on display.
— no-bullshit attitude: perfectly willing to stand up and fight for herself and those she cares about should it come to throwing hands. super protective by nature.
— thorough: (but incredibly choosey about what she puts her attention into.) despite her general laziness, anything Sara does start will be finished right up to the end. she doesn't do anything half-assed - it's all or nothing.
— highly adaptable & resourceful: Sara is pretty damn good at just making do with whatever she's got, and she rarely complains about her shortcomings.

buzzwords: fierce determination, strong-willed, self-aware, takes care of her own, resilient.

3+ NEGATIVE TRAITS
— reckless impulsivity: lives very spur-of-the-moment; she kind of follows her gut instinct, so tends to act first and worry about the consequences later.
— highly skeptical: can be quite aloof in interacting with people outside of her most trusted circle. she does not let people in easily.
— pointedly defiant: she's never been one to conform, has always been more a rebel than she is a saint. she just doesn't care what anyone else thinks.
— total lazybones: make no mistake, anything outside of her very limited field of interests is simply not getting done. she has a bit of a sorry-not-sorry attitude about this also - if she doesn't want to do something, she just won't.
— abrasive & brutally honesty: she'll tell you straight to your face if she thinks you're a piece of shit, then shrug and not even care if she's hurt your feelings in the process.

buzzwords: temperamental, self-destructive, shitty fucking attitude, unmotivated, rigid, cold, unfriendly.

HOBBIES
— skateboarding, arcade gaming, listening to music, working with her hands, hanging out with buds, getting high and causing trouble, hiking & being around nature (prefers the woods to the beach, though not totally avoidant of water).

QUIRKS & HABITS
— prone to nail & knuckle-biting, skin picking, self-tattooing, tugging on her hair when anxious or upset. avid chain-smoker & late-night wanderer; has a lot of wild mood swings and occasional fits of explosive anger & destructive rage. usually turns her anger inwards or starts tearing shit up around her -- she's never hit another person unless they were already asking for it. unlike her father, she's a lot better at just walking away whenever she gets mad. she struggles to suppress her feelings entirely, though, being that if she buries too much she only risks imploding in the end.

AILMENTS
— bipolar disorder, post-traumatic stress disorder (not formally diagnosed or medicated because she can't afford to go to the doctor without health insurance); nicotine addiction; childhood fear of drowning, extreme claustrophobia; touch-shy.

GPA & SUCH
— low-average GPA, mostly C average student with decent attendance, not the best but not the worst either. especially strong in math, science, and foreign language (Spanish). excels in anything that lets her work with her hands or uses life-based skills such as PHYS-ED, agriculture, home ec, woodshop, etc. she can pass tests just fine and does okay with in-class work, but rarely completes or turns in take-home assignments. she's absolutely terrible with computers (she doesn't have one at home-- the only place she has access to a computer is at friends' houses or the library or school) but she knows her way around iTunes and pirating software enough to keep her iPod stocked just fine, thank you very much.

SCHOOL NOTE
— (school counselor): Sara Weber is... troubled. It makes sense considering what her home life is like, but I feel she's also fully aware of the opportunity she has to break herself out of that cycle by making better choices and simply doesn't apply herself enough to get it done. She could be a promising student - she certainly has the smarts for it - but instead she's a bit lazy like she'd rather slack off and goof around than buckle down and actually do the work.

—> (A/N: Just to be clear: the school counselor doesn't know the full extent of how bad her home life is, otherwise she and her siblings wouldn't still be living at home and would most likely be split up in foster care instead. Sara doesn't talk about her home life, plus she keeps her injuries fairly well hidden, so... At most, they would only know that her parents' relationship is unstable, that she and her brother are both underprivileged but often too proud to accept handouts, and that she comes from an extremely poor family living on the entirely wrong side of the tracks.)
( trigger warning!
mentions of:
self-harm,
suicidal thoughts,
alcoholism,
child & spousal abuse,
and homophobia )

HISTORY
Sara grew up tougher than shit; admittedly, she had to, or else she likely never would have made it. The oldest of 4 kids living in a very small trailer, Sara's family exists wholly in the thick of generational poverty with no chance of breaking out anytime soon. Her mother is a waitress and her dad is... well, her dad's an alcoholic, so he's not really the best at holding down a job but when he does work it's usually some kind of manufacturing or warehouse job. When things get rough and resources become tight, Sara has at times been known to steal if she has to. She's pretty good at not getting caught, though she does have a few minor offenses on her juvenile record: truancy, vandalism, assault, to name a few. She just turned 18, so she's been trying to be a bit more careful recently, if not only because she doesn't want to spend the rest of her life in jail.

Although she rarely discusses it openly, Sara's father likes both the bottle and beating his wife and children. Being the eldest and least submissive of all her siblings, Sara certainly has the marks to show for her father's anger. She's had a belt taken to her backside more times than she can count, every whack just as forceful as the last no matter how much she's aged and grown over the years. Simply bearing the weight of her father's temper with gritted teeth and a brief exchange of harsh words if pushed too far, Sara tries to spend as much time out of the house as possible, often escaping to the streets anytime things get too heated. Although it's true that she doesn't have much, Sara can rarely be seen without her beaten-up old skateboard tucked beneath her arm, a ratty black backpack tossed over her shoulder, and a cracked-screen 4th generation iPod plugged into her ears.

OVERVIEW
In a few simple words, Sara can be best described as extremely rough around the edges. She can be hot one minute then cold the next, all at the flip of a coin. One moment she might be happy and flirting, then out of nowhere you'll turn around and find she's completely shut down all of her emotions becoming something of a brick wall. It really just depends on her home situation, though considering how incredibly unstable things always are at home, her mood is reasonably quite unstable too. She's moody-broody as hell, highly unpredictable, sometimes cold and distant, sometimes wild and energetic, sometimes bubbly and sweet. It's all one big toss-up; you truly never know what you're gonna get with Sara.

Above all else, Sara craves warmth, compassion, and stability - all things she doesn't receive enough in her home life - but she rarely seeks others out for this sort of attention. She has a pretty low sense of self-worth, something that her father has beaten out of her over years and years of abuse. She doesn't talk about her feelings, mostly keeping her thoughts and worries to herself, sometimes letting things simmer and boil until she can no longer handle it and eventually overflows. Though she'll flirt occasionally and is admittedly just as horny as every other teen on the planet, she's got a lot of self-control; in this aspect, too, she mostly keeps her feelings to herself. In her mind, she views herself as far too broken to be able to take care of another person on top of what she's already dealing with (taking care of her siblings). She might string you along for a while, but anything beyond casual intimacy and flirting is a huge no-go.

Thoroughly overwhelmed by life, at this point Sara's just numb and going through the motions of whatever she needs to do to survive. She's only still living at home because she knows her siblings need her around; if not for them, she probably would have run away years ago. Sara's biggest problem is her temper - she has an incredibly smart mouth about her that often gets her into trouble, both at school and at home. She's not always the best at practicing restraint, though of course it depends entirely on the situation and what exactly she has invested in the moment. When she experiences cravings like nicotine and fresh air, for example, she'll usually give in right away, but then desires like intimacy and affection, drinking, self-harm and suicidal thoughts... She fights herself more on those, especially knowing that quitting would mean leaving her siblings to fend for themselves.

Her little brother, Sam, is especially reliant on her being that Sam is the only other one of her siblings actively receiving the same treatment from their father as Sara and their mother. It's with Sam and Sara that he loses his temper the most, targetting Sara the worst because of the fact she dares to fight back and Sam because he hates that his oldest son is so close to his oldest daughter. With Sara being gay and their father being extremely prejudiced, he thinks the siblings' closeness has made his son too much a "sissy"; that Sam spends too much time letting Sara fight his battles for him instead of "standing up for himself" and "taking it like a man." Alternatively, Sara fights back so much simply aiming to protect the others by keeping herself at the helm of their father's wrath as much as possible. Simply put, she's knowingly jumping in front of a moving train to avoid as many casualties as possible.

The sad thing is, Sara also scarily mirrors her father's aggressive capabilities -- she's equally as explosive, always far too willing to hit back even when she knows it could get her hurt or possibly killed. In their father's mind, those roles should be reversed -- it should be Sam fighting back and Sara should be the one "backed into a corner cowering like a little girl." Regardless of -- or perhaps, because of -- their home life, Sam and Sara are incredibly close as siblings. They get up to a lot of shit together, both equally reckless and impulsive although Sara is certainly the much more dominant personality of the two. The pair can often be found roaming the streets late at night, Sam riding his bike while Sara trails behind on her skateboard, just goofing off and trying to make the most out of what little freedom they've managed to squeeze out of their shitty lives. It's not much but it's all they've got, and at least they've got each other.

laburnum gold · May 17, 2020

arlo finley salvidar

"trying to stay inside the lines, it's like i'm running in place"

basics

name.
— arlo salvidar
age & zodiac.
— 18, aquarius
ethnicity.
— filipino
gender.
— cisgender male
sexuality.
— closeted bisexual
yankee or dixie?
— yankee

appearance

height.
— 5'11"
weight.
— 175 lbs
build.
— he used to be a lanky boy - knobbly at the knees with sharp elbows to match. that's changed obviously; his upper body's defined, shoulders proud and broad as they support strong arms. his legs are lean and he's quick on his feet, though he's kept his skinny ankles. the way arlo's filled out has been good for him. where he used to scurry around with his shoulders at his ears, he walks around with a felt presence, especially when he rolls his shoulders back and cocks his head to the side with a grin
hair.
— there's not much to say about it. it's black, edging on dark brown. he spikes the front up in the mornings, but it's flopped over his forehead by the end of the day with the way he drags his fingers through it
eyes.
— a brown so dark they could be black. when people say the eyes reflect the soul, arlo's show firecrackers on dirty rooftops and streetlights speeding past in the middle of the night. they used to be softer, filled with fireflies in the evenings and lightning through a bedroom window. now, they're bright in an endless search for his next adrenaline rush
skin.
— pale, though he darkens easily and does so with relish in the warmer months. he bruises easily too, blue and yellow mottled patches on him lingering days after the aches recede. he has a handful of moles scattered along his body. he doesn't have many scars, at least not noticeable ones.
face claim.
— manny jacinto

persona

personality.
— there are remnants of the softer boy arlo grew up being in him: the slow way he blinks when he sees something he wants to remember; how high his voice gets when he's nervous; and the fact that he'll always go first when no one else wants to. it's all packed away into a moody kid who smirks his way out of emotional vulnerability and calls people chickenshit cowards for not tagging along with him on his latest adventure. he knows he's changed, but he likes who he's become. this arlo does what he wants, damn the consequences
positives.
— brave, creative, decisive, straightforward, adventurous
negatives.
— avoidant, reckless, impulsive, brash, inconsiderate
hobbies.
— volleyball, running, tree climbing, jumping off of tall things, vaguely illegal shit, setting off firecrackers
quirks & habits.
— pressing down on his bruises, cracking his fingers, running his hands through his hair
ailments.
— substance abuse, an inferiority complex, prone to mood swings

odds & ends

gpa.
— 2.8 and dropping every day
school note.
— "the mr. salvidar i recall fondly is a model student in both academics and behavior, though he was a detached boy and seemed to have very few peer connections. as he is now, though, i can only shake my head at him. this abrupt change in personality and his disappointing work ethic i can only guess stems from his new social status. sending him to the counselor's office proved mr. salvidar is dismissive and unforthcoming, wielding no answers. he is a bright boy and could have achievements that showed that if only he applied himself."
themes.
— slow down, mac ayres. myself, bazzi. no no no, gashi

history

Arlo grew up quickly. The matriarchy of their house of two asked for that, and Celine Salvidar always got what she wanted. Her only child needed to learn how to behave himself, unlike his father who she never failed to see the spitting image of in her son. In the backdrop of their family home, Arlo whiled away his youth under her harsh expectations. Their bond as mother and son was contrived from ceaseless disappointment and quiet desperation.

He hadn't considered that his life could be different until his mother collapsed in their foyer. It was when he was sixteen and staring at the father he hadn't seen in ten years that he realized a new state of existence was on the horizon.

It offered him a storm.

His mother could disparage Luis Salvidar for being weak all she wanted, but it was the softness she hated that brought him back into their lives. It was the rest of him she'd fallen in love with that had him taking control of the house. Trying to take because her mind was still a steel trap, no matter her frailty, and their thunderous arguments would echo around the walls. In the face of this, their quiet son was forgotten.

For the first time in his life, no one was there to scrutinize Arlo's every move. Where he used to wish for just that, he found himself spiraling from the inattention. Parties, drugs, and drinks were great coping mechanisms, he found out. The recognition he got from the people around him, especially once he got mixed up with coke, was as close as he'd get to what he wanted and he chased higher highs every day just as he ran away from the lows.

Arlo spends his days in a blur of money exchanging hands, white scattered on glass tables, and self-destructive fun. On bad days, he slows down, realizes he doesn't know what human connection feels like, that all he does and all he's ever done is passively exist; then he buys new gucci slides and gives a yank or a dick a line of coke and continues on with his life.

code by yousmelldead

coeur · May 17, 2020

— ❝ daddy's little dolly. ❞

—BASICS.

nicknames:
— mari, mimi, cami, bunny, bitch, m.c.
age & zodiac sign:
— 18 years old, born july 24th, and a leo.
ethnicity:
— half spanish, half indonesian.
gender:
— cis female.
sexuality:
— biromantic. closeted asexual.
affiliation :
— yankee princess.

—APPEARANCE.

height:
— 5 feet on the dot. though dangerously high heels can give her a boost of three to five inches.
build:
— 105 pounds with a pear shape she prides herself on and a pooch she does not. baby plump face with a slight case of chipmunk cheek softens an otherwise intimidating visage. thin arms and thick thighs and frustratingly short legs. delicate, long hands crafted for piano playing, always topped with a coat of perfectly applied nail polish. her feet are lovely, as well, and she is unafraid to admit that she sells photos of them online for quick cash.
hair:
— long, thick, & dark, dark brown. naturally curly, though she prefers to keep it straight. there is, it seems, never a strand out of place, even when she's partying. as if she has her own invisible assistant with her at all times, armed with comb, to protect her from the threat of imperfection. with her daddy's money, who's to say she doesn't?
eyes:
— a dark brown to match her hair, though they shine with a softer, golden haze in the south carolina sunshine. despite a terrible case of resting bitch face, her bambi eyes have a modelesque dreaminess to them that enraptures, and she knows how to smile in a way that makes them glimmer.
skin:
— aside from a few pockmarks on her forehead, her skin is virtually flawless and baby soft to the touch. hers are hands and feet that have never known struggle or hardship. a natural light brown hue, shoulders are lightly dusted in freckles which disappear when the weather gets cold. smells of tanning lotion & sunscreen.
voice:
— though she might not look the part of your stereotypical southern girl, mari has a very thick, very deep southern belle drawl. the accent is so strong, in fact, it sounds almost comedic, or fake, like scarlett o'hara in gone with the wind.
face claim:
— cindy kimberly.

—PERSONA.

personality:
— born and bred to be perfect, she is just that. mari strives for perfection in everything she does until it all but kills her. by day she is the golden girl, the princess, the pageant queen, the straight a student - fiery and beautiful and bitchy and fake. a 5 foot goddess in 5 inch heels. at night, though, she's slipping out of bedroom windows to get drunk and party on the beach in a depressing attempt to feel alive and real. to be anything but a puppet.
positive traits (3+):
— extroverted, generous, intelligent, charismatic, confident, honest, creative, loyal, romantic, affectionate.
negative traits (3+):
— rude, bossy, spoiled, prissy, emotional, lazy, arrogant, stubborn, jealous, obsessive, possessive.
hobbies:
— yachting, tanning, partying, swimming, listening to music, dancing, shopping, reading, smoking, drinking, theater, being admired, sleeping.
quirks & habits:
— bites her lips and cheeks when anxious, rarely seen without a cigarette, obsessive gum chewing.
ailments (mental and/or physical):
— narcissism, nicotine addiction, clinical depression, generalized anxiety.

—ODDS & ENDS.

GPA:
— 4.8.
school note:
— " ms. marisol-camellia is clearly very gifted and is a polite and sweet girl, but i'm struggling to get her to pay attention in class. it seems she prefers to spend most of her time whispering, chewing gum, passing notes, and playing on her phone. nevertheless, she continues to score straight A's on her tests and papers, and is able to answer every question correctly when called upon. no matter how many times i've reprimanded her for disrupting the class, she continues to do so. "
themes:
— national anthem, lana del rey.
— this is what makes us girls, lana del rey.
— primadonna, marina diamandis.
— feel something, bea miller.
— candy, doja cat.

❝ marisol-camellia azalea sanjaya.❞

—BACKSTORY.
marisol-camellia was born into a loveless, wealthy family. she was the apple of her father's eye from the very beginning and she could do no wrong as far as he was concerned. her mother's love, however, could only be bought through being perfect. her mother, angelina, was a former failed model, as well as beauty pageant queen, and started entering marisol-camellia into pageants as soon as she was able in an effort to live vicariously through her. angelina's only desire for her daughter was to make her into something that she herself could never be. when marisol-camellia failed, she was punished - locked in her room, grounded, kept from eating because she was "too fat to be successful," you name it. for a few years, she was even pushed into bulimia by her mother. though when it failed to remove her pooch, angelina decided it was useless and instead continued to keep her daughter on a strict diet.

despite how much marisol-camellia's father loved her, he did nothing to stop the abuse inflicted upon her by his wife. he, like his wife, is an alcoholic and when he isn't away on business trips, golfing, or out on his yacht, he's sleeping on the couch. when she wasn't dealing with her mother, though, marisol-camellia was being pampered and spoiled and showered in wealth by her distant, loving father. she could have everything she wanted with the snap of her fingers and a bat of her eyes. all of this has given her a very warped image of herself, a conflicted, toxic mish-mash of narcissism and self-loathing. a bottle of conflicting values: a twisted desire to please her parents and be the goddess her mother has trained her to be, as well as a need to rebel and be disgustingly imperfect and human.

because of this, she spends a lot of her nights out. she likes to go to parties on the beach and play in the salty ocean waves and sit by a bonfire and drink until she can't see straight. these are the times, people say, that she seems the most real. the plastic doll exterior melts away and reveals a playful child underneath. sadly, she is also finding herself becoming more and more dependent on nicotine and alcohol - addiction, after all, is in her genes - just to get through her days. nevertheless, in the light of day she'll never be seen as anything less than a southern queen.

she looks down on the dixies from her golden pedestal, but also finds herself horrifyingly drawn and envious of them. they might be dirt poor and dressed in hand-me-downs, but at least they're living.

&&— ❝ summertime and the livin’s easy. ❞

Noivian · May 17, 2020

Umeko Kimura

木
村
梅
子

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Age & zodiac sign: 17, Leo
Ethnicity: Japanese/Korean
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Yankee
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Height: 5’7”
Weight: 130 lbs.
Build: Lithe - Months of freerunning and evading police strengthens one’s body, combined with the self-defense and martial arts her parents require her to take, makes for a thin and toned physique. She is noticeably well-fed, the only thing keeping pudge off her being all the physical activity she’s doing every night. She has very soft physical features and a small frame.
Hair: Brown and straight, often styled down and neat while playing the part of the preppy rich girl, but tied up in two buns or a ponytail when out and about to keep it out of her eyes.
Eyes: Brown, dark as night and just as cold as the emptiness of space.
Skin: No scars, blemishes, or freckles to speak of. No tattoos either, though she’s considering one. Her skin is generally well taken care of, soft and moisturized, and any scrapes or cuts she gets while out and about are generally cared for right away.
Face claim: Jeon Heejin
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Personality: Umeko can be very abrasive, but isn’t a terribly complicated kid. Her passion lies in art - it’s very clear from the colorful and unique way she dresses, and all the custom paint she has on her school bags and notebooks. If you share her passions, she’s quick to trust and very personable. If you try to stop her, she’ll rapidly pin you as an enemy. She has a very black-and-white view of morality: as long as she comes out on top, it’s all fair. That being said, she only sees competition in the form of whose art is better, and all other kinds of posturing are entirely ignored or deflected. Her biggest weakness is her need to be seen. That’s why she does her graffiti. Perhaps when someone comes along and sees her art, they’ll think of her, and then she’ll be noticed. Then perhaps she’d mean something to someone. Clearly she thinks little of her parents - they were the ones who cast her to the wayside, in her mind. They couldn’t give her their time of day, so she’s not gonna care about them or how much of their money she spends in the slightest. Of course, her desire for attention stems from the fact that she didn’t get any from her parents from a young age.
Positive traits:
+ Creative > Umeko is a naturally gifted artist, and will flaunt this trait to no end.
+ Easygoing > As long as you don’t rub her the wrong way, you’ll get along well enough. If you consider being ignored as getting along.
+ Honest > She doesn’t pull her punches, and sometimes that’s a good thing. She’ll never cheat and never lie.
+ Protective > Once you’ve proven your worth to her, Umeko will protect you like you’re her own child.
Negative traits:
- Cold > Some may call ignoring people as heartless. Umeko calls it efficient. She only spends her time on people that matter.
- Abrasive > She doesn’t pull her punches, and sometimes that’s a bad thing. She’ll not hesitate to tell you to your face how little she cares about you.
- Impulsive > Oftentimes Umeko acts without thinking. Does that electrical tower look climbable? Hell yeah. Will she realize it’s probably gonna get her electrocuted? Hell no.
- Headstrong > She’ll stop at nothing to have her way. There’s nothing anyone can do to keep her from throwing herself headlong into danger.
Hobbies:
= Art > The purest form of self-expression Umeko has.
= Music > She’s picked up a guitar once or twice, but was classically trained in piano from a young age.
= Freerunning > The easiest way for Umeko to get around the city without being noticed.
= Urban exploration > The more obscure and secluded the locale, the less likely the cops are gonna show up.
Quirks & habits: Left-handed, twirls hair when she’s thinking, often mimics the faces of the people she’s drawing.
Ailments: Umeko is bipolar, and takes medications to keep it under control.
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GPA: 4.0
School note: A bright student! A delight to have in class.
History:Umeko was born to two Japanese immigrants, who’d immigrated to keep an eye on the businesses they ran in America. As such, she was born on American land and has citizenship there. Umeko found she never really cared much to learn what kind of business her parents ran, merely cared that it kept bringing in money. She was raised by nannies and tutors, her messes picked up for her by maids and meals made by quality chefs. It was clear that her parents wanted the best for her, but with work keeping them away for long hours, they rarely had time to spend with her. This impersonal rearing is what gave Umeko the streak of rebelliousness as she entered her teenage years. Having received tutoring from such a young age, she’s fluent in both Japanese and English, and proficient in all her classes. What homework and essays she can’t be bothered with are shuffled off to other students or professionally hired essay writers, accompanied by a handsome wad of cash. Perhaps that’s where her popularity among the student body came from: those in need would cozy up to her and do her homework for her - advanced chemistry didn’t hurt so bad with an inch-thick stack of Benjamins lining one’s pockets.
Umeko doesn’t seem to care much that she’s popular - rather, she doesn’t care much for anything at all except her art. From a young age, she would paint on walls, draw in the corners of her notebooks, and as she grew, this interest in art never faded. She knew her parents wanted her to go to college for something more sensible, perhaps something in the medical or legal field, but Umeko could never shake the need to express herself. This expression took the form of tagging and graffiti. She started small in elementary and middle school, using sharpies to make stars on the walls of the school and around town. Slowly, that star evolved into something of a signature, a way to mark where she’d been and confirm that yes, she existed at some point. Her art “career” has hit a peek in recent months, purchases of spray paints with fake ID’s, paint masks, throwaway street clothes... she made herself out to blend in with the Dixies. It wasn’t weird if the slum kids did it, she’d reasoned. They do this shit all the time. Her most recent escapade landed her in hot water with many of the Dixies, however, when the police caught Umeko in the act. Her parents paid a hefty sum to get the investigation pushed off onto some Dixie kid. That kid’s in prison. Their parents are deep in debt. Umeko doesn’t care. All she cares is going out the next night and doing it all again.

allure · May 18, 2020

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by allure

NOT A SWIMMING POOL, IT'S AN OCEAN: Name

Wanqing Wu

Nicknames

Skylar, Sky

Age

17

Zodiac

Gemini

Gender

Cis Male

Sexuality

Pansexual — Skylar has always known that he likes good-looking boys as well as good-looking girls as well as everyone good-looking outside and in between. He was fortunate enough to skip the sexuality crisis; instead just googled what it was called in the eighth grade, when it seemed pertinent, and went on with his life. He tries to avoid giving a straight answer when asked directly about his sexuality, which hardly happens anyways, but get enough shots in him and he'll stop caring. The only people Sky would really like to hide his sexuality from are his parents.

Affiliation

Yankee, and a proud one at that.

DIVE IN THAT CASH LIKE I'M CHOSEN: Height

5'10''

Weight

137 lbs

Build

He ain't winning any fistfights. His frame is naturally elfin, even dainty, complemented by long, lithe legs and narrow shoulders. He would look elegant draped across a fashion spread and laughable throwing a punch.

Hair

Black and virginal. Skylar likes to keep it long enough to cover his forehead, but it can get rather unruly whenever he goes boating.

Eyes

Dark brown and the most dangerous-looking part of him. They're deeply hooded and lend a piercing, knifelike stare to his broody resting face. However, when he smiles or laughs, his eyes curve into sweet half moons with endearing little purses underneath.

Ethnicity

Chinese

Skin

Skylar has a typical East Asian skin tone. He tans to a buttery gold in the summer, which fades into a more ghostly hue during the winter months. His ears are pierced, but he doesn't plan on piercing any other part of his body. His tattoos are purely of the temporary nature. When he invests in the kind that lasts for weeks, he goes to great lengths to make sure his parents don't see the designs on his skin. He's struggled with acne ever since he hit puberty, and even all the laser appointments money can book haven't been entirely successful in keeping the blemishes at bay – or the acne scars, for that matter. He applies BB cream (in secret) on most days, just to make sure his light discoloration is hidden. Skylar hates it when people touch his face.

Faceclaim

@leo.wz

THAT MY 24 KARAT, GOT YOU FROZEN?: PERSONA

Skylar juggles an armful of hastily curated fronts with varying levels of success. He wants to be the life of the party. He wants to be a proper Yankee. He wants to be a good son. These desires have turned him into a quicksilver boy, a sweet talker who throws the most infamous parties on the block yet keeps all the friends he's amassed at arms' length. He tries his best to be a paradigm of the carefree, fun-loving Yankee – the guy to know if you're looking to have a good time – but the reality is he clings to other people's opinions of him with the ferocity of a boy who believes his parents' money is the only thing that makes him someone in this city.

+ Charismatic

For Skylar, making friends is a simple task. He just has to flex his money muscles, crack some harmless jokes, and make sure to not step on any figurative toes. He can easily read rooms and people, and he's rarely ever at a loss for what to say to someone. He is generous with his time and resources for the people he wants to keep within his circle.

+ Adaptable

Flexible both physically and mentally, Sky can adapt to abrupt changes, especially in a social setting. He doesn't make the mistake of attaching himself to a preconceived idea of what someone will be like, so while an unexpected development may catch him off guard, he takes things in stride. He has to if he wants to maintain his breezy and lighthearted disposition.

+ Thoughtful

Almost everything about him is calculated to contribute to the image he wants to put forth on a silver platter. He is definitely one of those people who modifies his personality to complement what he's observed about his current company. Skylar is mindful of others and likes to think himself perceptive to their needs and desires. He is very attentive and considerate, sometimes out of the goodness of his heart and usually with an ulterior motive.

– Enigmatic

Something that can be quiet frustrating when you talk to Skylar is that he literally won't take anything seriously, at least, not when it comes to himself or his private life. He keeps his secrets close and will always attempt to laugh off a nosy question about his family, emotional wellbeing, or other intimate detail. If pushed, he becomes distant or even aggressively defensive when people try to pry beyond what he allows them to know. His responses whenever he's cornered into a deep, personal conversation are cryptic at best.

– Dishonest

Skylar has no qualms about lying as a means to an end. His desperation to uphold his reputation fuels endless insincere compliments, misleading half-truths, and other deceptions perpetrated by a boy who has many more than just two faces. Even when someone tries to evolve their friendship with him and confides in him, he will most likely say whatever it is he thinks they want to hear.

– Snob

Though he would never admit so out loud unless he was certain his companion was the type to appreciate flippant cockiness, Skylar considers himself to be the end-all, be-all of good taste. He looks down on those with less refined palates, especially other Charleston elites. He places a massive amount of importance on his material possessions as hallmarks of his identity and therefore interprets tacky accessories and dull, uninspired assets to be indicative of their owner's lacking character.

Hobbies

Getting high with friends (drugs may vary), online shopping, going for drives, video games, boating, water skiing, collecting jewelry, playing the piano

Quirks

Skylar has a bit of an oral fixation. He's constantly applying and re-applying chapstick even though he doesn't need to. He keeps at least a couple of suckers on his person, his favorite flavors being butterscotch and blue raspberry. He always pops one in his mouth when he's fiending for a drink or a hit of something. He fiddles with earrings and rings when he's tense.

Ailments

Seasonal depression that he hasn't told his parents about because of the stigma, chronic materialism, reflexively turns to weed as a coping mechanism for stress, "You mean I got blackout drunk at my own party and tried to do a backflip off the roof again? Oops."

Vibes

"Welcome to the beach house man, make yourself at home. Yeah I know it's not much – shoes off, bro – you can snag one of the rooms on the fourth floor, and the hot tub's in the back. Housekeeping is off today so just text me if you need anything!"
"New wheels? Going for a vintage vibe I see. Love the color, man, let's take her on a spin sometime ... yikes, what a creaky piece of junk."

I'M LIVING IN A DIFFERENT WORLD, SO WHAT: GPA

3.9

School Note

Skylar's test scores are middling, but he consistently applies himself on assignments, turns in homework early, and participates in class discussions. He's a satisfactory student, but I do hope he will take my advice and start seeing a tutor this year in order to give himself an edge as his high school years close out. He insists he doesn't have time for tutors and that his study sessions with friends are enough. He also has an excessive amount of absences on record. Although most of them are excused, it's still questionable that he gets "sick" so often. Perhaps there's something going on at home that we should know about, but he is a very private boy and is adamant that he doesn't need the counselor.

History

Skylar's parents met and married in New York City. Xiuying Ji, a Chinese heiress and true businesswoman at heart, saw the opportunity when massive real estate company CFO David Wu became smitten with her at a friend of a friend's cocktail party while she was on vacation in the Big Apple. They fell in love, or so it appeared to their friends and family, and talks of starting a family together were soon on the table. Xiuying wanted them to move to China to raise their children, perhaps to one of her family's luxury villas in Beijing, but David insisted that they needed to stay close to his company's headquarters for his work. They reached a compromise by traveling to the company's branch in Charleston, where they purchased and moved into a gratuitous estate. Xiuying was already pregnant within the month. The picturesque blend of the sea, the arts, and the culture in the city seemed to promise them a beautiful and colorful life to come.

Wanqing was bestowed with lavish birthday parties that were grotesque in their extravagance, considering his toddler sensibilities could hardly comprehend the sheer amount of money and effort being pumped into satisfying his every baby whim. The in-house staff, almost all Chinese immigrants handpicked by Madam Ji who loved to dote on Madam Ji's adorable son, made fools of themselves trying to fulfill his every cheeky request. However, his mother didn't put up with it. She was a force to be reckoned with, fiercely loving yet famously difficult to please. She did not hesitate to discipline him with a heavy thwack to the head if he stepped out of line and behaved in a way that was not only unbecoming of a young man, but unbecoming of her son. As for his father, well, his father only came home from his business trips once a month or so. Wanqing was homeschooled by tutors and occasionally by his mother until he was nine, when his constant pleading to be put in school with other children his age was finally granted.

Upon arriving home from his first day at school, Wanqing walked through the big front doors and promptly burst into sobs. He had barely been able to hold them back at school and in the car, since Mom said it was never proper appropriate for a man to cry in public. When pressed for details, he tearfully recounted the way the other kids at school had pulled their eyes at him when the teacher wasn't looking, made gagging noises when he pulled out his food at lunch, and called him Ching-Ching all throughout recess. His mother didn't hesitate to pull him out of the school, following a meeting with the clueless principal in which she rebuked him in stilted English as well as vicious Mandarin, then enrolled Wanqing in a different school. "Don't let the white devils shame you, baobao," she said. "You must learn how to live with them now."

Wanqing decided to go by Skylar at his new school, because Mom liked that English word, "sky." It was a much larger school with a more diverse student body, though everyone's parents still made an annual salary of at least six figures. Skylar's life went uninterrupted until the seventh grade, when his mother found out the reason behind her husband's extended business trips. He was having an affair with his secretary – but not just an affair, she discovered to her horror, but an entire second life. He'd secretly bought a studio apartment in the Upper East Side to house his girlfriend. And his daughter.

Skylar tried to take the revelation that he actually had a sister in stride, as he had learned it was better to take things in stride when possible – a half-sister, but a sister nonetheless. He'd never imagined his mother could be slighted by someone, and by his father, of all people. He became contemplative and reserved while his parents sorted out their divorce, uncharacteristically quiet in class, and rumors began to circulate that got more and more wild as the weeks went by: the Chinese lady who lived at the top of the bluff had lost all her money, her husband had been arrested for money laundering or illegal gambling or tax evasion, and Skylar was about to drop out of school. Of course, it wasn't just Skylar who had changed as a result of his father's infidelity; his mother became withdrawn and paranoid. Days when she would barely speak a word except to give a staff member her breakfast order were interspersed by fits of rage in which she threw their fine china at the wall and yelled at Skylar for being an irresponsible good-for-nothing who would never have what it took to manage their family's fortune. "It doesn't matter anyways," she'd sigh as she slumped into a chair, all of her energy gone as fast as a flame being blown out, "all of the honor of this family has already been lost, tainted by that bastard's betrayal."

Skylar realized around this time how lonely his mother truly was, and had always been. Isolated in a massive mansion, too haughty and insecure in her English to socialize beyond the wrought iron gate, virtually friendless, with only servants for company while her son was at school. She had never learned to live with the white devils, as she called them. Therefore it came as a surprise that wasn't really a surprise when she announced that she would be returning to Beijing to live with family for a little while. She wanted Skylar to come, but he refused. He knew she was right, to some extent, about him needing to put himself in a position where he would be able to cultivate the assets he would inherit. He decided to start by making connections. Sky turned to the one thing that people around him always seemed to have a positive response to: his slick black credit card. He invited classmates to indulgent ski trips in the Smokies, day trips around the harbor on his family's private yacht, and most significantly, giant ragers at the Wu mansion that did the most work in leveling up his reputation as the guy to know if one wanted to have a good time. Sky built his contact list like he was building a Pokedex, but his determination to make himself invulnerable to judgment by keeping a wall between himself and his so-called friends has forced him to face a brand of loneliness similar to what his mother struggled with.

Themes

RENTAL by BROCKHAMPTON, Manta by Lexie Liu

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erzulie · May 18, 2020

❝ Aniyah Perkins. ❞

we shouldn’t be this kind
of tired at our age

❝ basics. ❞

【name】— aniyah lashaè perkins

【nickname(s)】— shaè
【age】— 18
【gender】— female
【zodiac】— scorpio
【sexuality】— unsure
【yankee or dixie】— dixie

❝ appearance. ❞

【hair】— black; the style changes often but currently it’s straight due to her getting a brazilian blowout. her natural hair is tightly coiled with no visible curl pattern. she doesn’t wear it out often. for some reason she decided that dying her eyebrows blonde was a good idea.

【eyes】— black
【skin】— dark brown with warm undertones; has hyperpigmentation on some areas of her face though it’s not severe. prone to pimples due to oily skin. she tries to keep it in check. she has a small lime green heart over her heart.
【height】— 5'6“
【weight】— 130 lbs
【build】— “Slim thick wit' yo cute ass, ayy!” Aniyah is on the slimmer side. She has a slightly hourglass shaped body, a slim waist, with shoulders and hips that are roughly the same measurements. She has a decent amount of muscles from working.
【face claim】— @queentoide

❝ persona. ❞

【personality】— a quiet girl who sticks can either be found with her group of friends or at home. often seen as hard to approach or get close to because of her abrasive personality and rbf. behind her cold facade is a young girl with big dreams and a fear of being hurt. she dreams of leaving Charleston and going into the medical field.

【positive】— dedicated, passionate, ambitious, intuitive, self-reliant, protective, composed, observant, loyal
【negatives】— abrasive, stubborn, resentful, suspicious, cunning, secretive, jealous, vengeful, emotional
【hobbies】— thrifting, reading, nail art & design
【quirks & habits】— pacing, rolling her eyes, tapping her nails,
【ailments】— none

❝ school. ❞

【gpa】— 4.0

【school note】— “Miss Perkins is one of our honor students despite the fact that she tends to spend time with...a less than responsible crowd. Despite this she is not without her faults. Miss Perkins has had a number of incidents over the years, mostly with students from the wealthier side of town usually including getting into fights or verbal arguments.”

❝ history. ❞

【background】

Surprisingly Aniyah comes from a wealthy background, or well her mother did. Anastasia Perkins was the daughter of wealthy lawyer Robert Perkins and his equally wealthy wife Stephanie. Upon finding out that their daughter Danielle was pregnant and unwilling to get rid of it, they kicked her to the curve after giving her enough money to find a decent place. Danielle stayed with her child’s father for a while before they separated. It was during this time she fell pregnant again. With two babies and bills to pay life was hard for Danielle, working multiple jobs in order to survive and provide for her children. Things only got harder when her son was diagnosed with Muscular Dystrophy.

Given the life she was born into Aniyah had to grow up faster like many children in the same situation as herself. She would look after her brother when her mother was away and began working at the age of 13 in an attempt to make things easier for her mother. At the end of the day the three of them had food on the table and clothes on their back. Despite living in poverty they had each other and it made hard days easier to deal with, knowing that there was someone to cry or talk to.

Aniyah was taught the importance of school by her mother and how she needed to be ten times better in order to make it in life. Aniyah took her words to heart, taking her school work seriously with the dream of becoming a Neurologist. Of course Aniyah wasn’t perfect and had her slip ups. She would sneak out in order to spend time with friends and even get in trouble with the law.

❝ relationships. ❞

【mother】— danielle perkins; alive; aniyah and her mother are extremely close. Danielle is a stern but loving mother who is fiercely protective of her children. she’s honest with them and likes to believe that they are with her. danielle is aniyah’s biggest supporter and wants her daughter to make it in life

【brother】— darius perkins; alive; aniyah is very close with her brother and very protective. they’re only a year apart of its obvious that aniyah is the older sibling. she’s been looking after him for as long as she can remember and wouldn’t change it for the world. darius is goes to school with Aniyah, she’s gotten into a lot of fights over him.

❝ miscellaneous. ❞

【extra info】—

✦ works as a waitress and babysitter.
✦ saved up money to buy her own nail knit, she usually does the nails of her those in the neighborhood.
✦ has a septum piercing
✦ wants to become a Neurologist in order to treat and perhaps find a cure for muscular dystrophy

— ❝ Dixie Chick. ❞

idiot · May 19, 2020

tiffany miller.

♫ stupid is as stupid does
dune rats (feat. k.flay) ♫

—the basics.
name: tiffany lee miller
nicknames: "tiff", "trailer trash", "slut"
age: 17
zodiac: scorpio (23rd oct)
ethnicity: american
gender: cisfemale
sexuality: anything that shows her attention
affiliation: dixie
occupation: part-time waitress and high-school student

—appearance.
height: 5'7"
weight: 124lbs
hair: her natural hair is brunette, but is dyed a brassy blonde that falls to her shoulders in choppy layers with faded pink ends.
eyes: pale, ghostly blue.
skin: a pale complexion that is sparsely sprinkled with freckles over her body. tiffany's skin is mostly unblemished, apart from the occasional pimple. a small scar on her hairline, along with a simplistic, outlined heart on her left shoulder. a butterfly tattoo can be found on her lower back.
dist. features: pouty lips that refuse to close completely — revealing her gapped front teeth — a strong jawline and quite a large bust size that tiffany constantly has on display.
wardrobe: a mix of revealing, tight and tacky clothing, tiffany loves patterns, bright colours (esp pinks and reds) and is usually spotted wearing her large hoop-heart earrings.
scent: artificial candy, sea salt and overpowering sweet perfume.
face claim: ashley smith.

—persona
personality: tiffany has a knack for attracting the wrong attention and a master of self-sabotage. often at the end of rumours, tiffany has tough skin and confidence, with a 'never-give-up' attitude. oozing natural charisma and a flirt — tiffany never fails to liven up a party (with the help of alcohol of course).
+ traits: bubbly, breezy, comedic, the life of the party, good listener, confident and a never-give-up attitude.
- traits: self-sabotager, attention-seeking (good or bad), not the sharpest tool in the shed, absent-minded, envious and childish.
hobbies: repairing and refurbishing vehicles, road trips, joyriding, swimming at the beach, partying and learning new things.
quirks & habits: tucking loose strands of hair behind her ear when nervous and has a slight habit of drinking.
ailments: short-sighted (rarely, if ever, wears her glasses), slight drinking and stealing problem.

—odds and ends
gpa: 2.2
school note: "ms. miller is an interesting one, she tries in school and seems to enjoy learning in class but struggles to grasp certain concepts and apply knowledge. ms. miller is constantly in my office for rumours around school, especially scandalous in nature. her school record is full of multiple accounts of alcohol on school premises, inappropriate touching and being late to school. ms. miller's mother seems disinterested in her daughter and her education, usually dodging my calls. I'd attribute this lack of engagement and attention from her mother as an attributor to ms. miller's risky behaviour. in closing, I believe ms. miller is stunted by the stigma, labelling and rumours of other students, and seemingly slots herself into that said role."

history (tw: talk of mental illness, drug use & sexual assault): tiffany was born and bred in charleston, being raised in a trailer home with her mother, janine, who suffers from borderline personality disorder (bpd). while she still had her highs and lows, janine was originally high-functioning with her disorder, having a stable job and a happy marriage shortly after high school with her childhood sweetheart, marcus. in fact, her parents originally lived in a modest house on the pristine streets of charleston. however, tiffany's father left for his military service while her mother was pregnant and sadly was killed in action shortly after.

leaving janine distraught and heavily pregnant, she became depressed and stopped taking her medication. this led to her losing her job, unable to pay rent and experiencing more manic episodes. in one of janine's manic episodes, she bought a trailer home, which she planned of travelling around the world in but soon reality set in. living off her late husband's benefits and tiffany's child support money, the pair were forced to live in the trailer on the other side of charleston.

tiffany grew up with a tumultuous childhood, being exposed to her mother's erratic mood swings, a different male figure every week, a lack of attention from her mother and early exposure to drugs. she tried to help her mother when she could, yet was too young to do anything impactful to make janine change. janine was often too numb or distracted to realise what some of the men she let into her home did to her daughter.

the closest person to a father figure tiffany has is a police officer, harrison, who was an on and off lover of tiffany's mother. unlike the other men, harrison cared deeply for janine but sadly she couldn't commit. harrison stuck around though, visiting and offering to babysit tiffany. once she was old enough, harrison taught her about his love for cars and tiffany would help in refurbishing his latest project; a 1971 ford mustang mach 1. she quickly became handy with a wrench and despite not being the brightest, the inner workings of a machine just clicked in her head. when tiffany isn't in the back of harrison's police cruiser for stealing, joyriding or underage drinking, she spends her time with him tinkering the car or occasionally staying over for dinner. harrison seemingly treats tiffany as his own daughter, many around charleston believing it is his way to fill in the void after the death of his biological daughter.

high school began with tiffany growing into her body and becoming very popular with boys. while short-lived, the instant gratification tiffany received from each guy fuelled her warped sense of self-worth. rumours and stories followed, labelling her as "easy", a "slut" and "trailer trash" from her reputation with sleeping around and living in a trailer. it is unclear if tiffany is popular, while she is invited to all the parties and social gatherings, she lacks any substantial friendships with girls. most of her friends are boys, but even then they are fleeting as they eventually lead to sexual relations and nothing else. most of the time, tiffany wears the labels with pride, shrugging them off to nothing more than jealousy. instead of focusing on the rumours, tiffany parties hard, often being the life of the party — especially when intoxicated.

alike most other 'dixies', tiffany has no qualm in terrorizing the 'yankees', especially considering they are usually the ones spreading rumours about her (even though most of the boys have no issues being with her behind closed doors). these often malicious and frankly untrue rumours (sure tiffany sleeps around but not as much as rumoured) have left tiffany wanting to prove them all wrong. she hopes to leave this horrid town and shove her success in their snobby, rich faces. currently, she is working as a part-time waitress at a local diner thanks to harrison's recommendation, hoping to save enough money to get the hell out of here.

honeyfrog · May 19, 2020

Jack

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Name: Jack Alistair McNamara
Age & zodiac sign: 18; Taurus
Ethnicity: Caucasian (mainly Irish)
Gender: Cis male
Sexuality: (fellas, is it) gay?
Yankee or Dixie?: Dixie

appearance

Height: 5'11"
Weight: 165 lbs
Build: Could (and has) been judged both skinny and muscular. He's decidedly somewhere in between, though much like a grizzly bear, his weight fluctuates seasonally - he’s known to pack on a few pounds more in the winter, then slim down by the time beach body weather arrives. What muscle he has stays fairly constant, maintained by his near-constant physical activity.
Hair: Auburn, making him almost a redhead in the summer, but always darker at the roots. His hair is always long enough to cover his ears and best described as half-kempt; it has a shape, but a precarious one. He’s stubbly even on the most formal of occasions, but wouldn’t risk letting it get past that.
Eyes: Light brown from a distance; light green from within swinging range. Often warm and friendly, but known to glaze over when he’s deep in thought (or just the opposite).
Skin: Fluctuates almost as surely as his weight. Cursed with a pearly white Irish complexion, he can be quite pale in the winter months; in summer, however, he tans so well you’d never known it, often enough to bring out the dash of freckles across the bridge of his nose. He has several scars, but couldn’t tell you the origin of most. They’re almost all on his knees and knuckles (nightly dumpster diving adventures, home repair projects gone wrong). He has a switchblade tattooed on the side of his middle finger, a rose about the size of his palm on his left shoulder (the only one done with any remarkable amount of skill), and a tiny Croc on his left ankle (don’t ask about that).
Face claim: --

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Personality: Himbo and/or fuckboy-presenting, but has a heart of gold. He goes to great lengths to honor his personal values, which makes both being and becoming his friend relatively easy, so long as you don't have the impression that you're better than anyone else. Though he strives to embody the "lover, not a fighter" mantra (if only for the sake of being a good influence on his younger siblings, to which he probably owes the entire existence of his moral compass), Jack is known to get himself involved in petty crime and frequent scraps all over town. He's often out of the house at noon and back in at the wee hours of the morning covered in more than a few bruises. Everyone knows him - some from church, others from the police station - and despite his contradictory reputations, he is, at heart, a sweet boy with a short attention span, (usually) just trying to do the right thing.

Positive traits (3+):
- Charismatic: A dopey grin and puppydog eyes have contributed to more than a few girlfriends over the years. He gets along easily with most types.
- Kind: Jack is a friend to all, if only in passing. He'll make the effort to include everyone, to be a shoulder to cry on, a listening ear, or a late-night ride home when you're drunk.
- Virtuous: Always wanting to right the wrongs of the world, even if it means making some very stupid choices.

Negative traits (3+):
- Stubborn: He hates being told what to do. If he's made a decision he thinks is right, it can be extremely difficult to get him to listen to another's opinion.
- Short-tempered: He can be easily overwhelmed and take it out on others, even without meaning to. This is especially true when he's drunk.
- Control freak: He's no fan of sudden change and can't stand when others take the lead. Doesn't do well in group projects.

Hobbies: Working on cars, urban exploration, doing shitty graffiti, eating, keeping snakes that he found outside in his garage.

Quirks & habits: Bites his nails to the quick, and will pick out his hair when he's especially nervous.

Ailments: ADHD, generalized anxiety, alcoholism

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GPA: 4.3

School note: "Jack's attendance has improved recently. It's my hope that we'll be able to keep up the punctuality this semester, as he continues to prove himself to be an excellent student. While I do understand he struggles with paying attention and acknowledge that his performance in spite of it is remarkable, I would recommend that he take the extra steps outside in order to streamline his experience at school both in and out of the classroom. Jack seems to have no issue whatsoever making friends, but I've had to take him aside several times just this month due to physical incidents with other students. It is my recommendation that he reflect seriously on his actions if he wants to see the results he seems to be striving for. Serious consequences could follow if this confrontational behavior doesn't improve."

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History: Jack's mother moved her family of eleven down to Charleston from New York after her husband, a police officer, walked out on them. Scraping by with a small inheritance from her parents, she set them up in a cramped house on the outskirts of the city, where Jack was "man of the house" - a role he's been playing since he was ten years old. Jack has a faint recollection of his father - a highly abusive alcoholic who hit his wife and children frequently - which has left him with a permanent distrust of authority figures, and police officers in particular.

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jinkx · May 19, 2020

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周会因 - @hattie.zhou

#personality hattie is a cheerful and optimistic but quiet girl, who values her education and friendships above all else. she is a conformist, who is likely to go along with whatever others suggest, and likes to keep up with current trends as much as she can. while she is a romantic at heart, hattie has a unique charm and has a reputation for sleeping around, especially with those above her station. her positive traits are friendliness, loyalty, and being a complete sweetheart with a soft spot for those in need. her negative traits are her cowardice, curiosity, and willingness to do anything to fit in. her hobbies include daydreaming, shopping, calligraphy, literature, and volunteering at a local animal shelter. she also keeps a detailed journal and considers herself a wiccan. hattie's most notable quirk is her daydreaming, which has picked up on several times, and is sometimes mistaken as her ignoring people. often, she is tired and can be seen covering her mouth as she yawns. she picks at the skin of her thumb when she is nervous or irritated. her ailments are undiagnosed PTSD and disassociation which occurs as a consequence.

#biography hattie is often considered to be a newcomer, even though she's lived in the area since she was a freshman. it might be because she hasn't managed to drop the accent. she grew up overseas in the guangdong province of china, which she remembers as a mostly happy childhood, but had to adapt quick when her mother acquired a job in the united states. although the job didn't pay well, her mother had always wanted to go to america and saw it as a great opportunity for hattie. as for her father, he's been absent ever since hattie was a little girl and she sees him very little. their relationship is civil but not loving.

tw: sexual assault.

from a young age, hattie was molested by her older cousin- their mothers were so close, so they saw each other often- but she learned to keep her mouth shut about it. she would receive threats or bruises that made her too afraid to mention it to her mother. whenever it happened, hattie would disassociate and it would be like she was floating above it all, which made the whole thing bearable. she never really recovered from it and many of her traits stem from the experience- her quietness, her absolute obedience, and her ability to keep secrets. deep inside, hattie felt ashamed but made sure it never showed. when she came to the united states, she found that older boys were interested in her just as much- they would give her pretty gifts in exchange for dates and more. since her mother made little money, hattie was happy to receive gifts and attention, even if it didn't really mean anything. she would just lay there and let them do whatever they wanted- sometimes, she even enjoyed it, which made her feel awfully guilty for some reason.

hattie tried her best to assimilate into the culture that she was thrust into. although she was a dixie, she had many knockoff designer clothes and items that had come cheap in china- though the yankees found her attempts to dress like them much funnier than endearing. she would try to mimic how her classmates spoke, teased her hair into curls, and changed her name- that was actually her mom's gentle suggestion. the embarrassment of her name being mispronounced or mocked during roll call was enough for her to decide she'd made the right choice. she'd correct people: "actually, just hattie is fine". people seemed to like her more when she used an american name anyway.

she has been called a 'slut' many times, as well as worse, especially by yankees. they seem to hate her for mimicking their style and behaviour, as well as sleeping with yankee boys, as if she's somehow 'as good as them'. while hattie follows others in hating the yankees, secretly she is more jealous than anything else and envies their lives. she would do anything to be like them.

thought you were a good girl

a good little dixie slut

i am your good girl

same time & place as last time? wearing the outfit you bought for me. so prettyyy!!

zhou huiyin

"hattie"

17

bisexual

chinese

♀ F

gpa: 3.7

#appearance standing at only 5' 0, hattie is a petite girl, who is frequently the shortest in the room, with a slim frame. she weighs around 107 pounds and appears wispy, as if the slightest wind might knock her over. although she isn't delicate, she's easy to overpower and often fears for her safety if she walks home alone- it would take little to pin her down. her eyes are dark, almost black, and seem to twinkle whenever she has an idea. falling halfway down her back, her hair is light brown and naturally straight- hattie elects to tease her hair into waves every day because she thinks it looks more 'American' and will help her fit in. she has no visible scars but has many hidden bruises that boys (especially her cousin) have given her, either by being too rough or for her disobeying them. her faceclaim is song yuqi.

#teacher's note miss zhou is a quiet but hardworking student with a passion for american history and physics. she works well with others and follows instructions well, although she does have a tendency to daydream during class. although she struggles with english, her grasp is adequate enough to get by and there aren't enough resources to hire a tutor anyway. her home life seems unremarkable despite absent father. miss zhou is quiet and has assimilated well into life here, despite a few instances of racism towards her.

Terrier B · May 20, 2020

THE BASICS—

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"Holy fuck dude, could've turned the flash off, christ..."

Name: Janaina Veloso, But Janny or Jan is fine really.

Age & zodiac sign: 18 years old, and she's a full on Aquarius babey.

Ethnicity: Technically she's mixed race? I suppose? Like, her Mom must have been American. But Janny always just says she's Greek, so that's Ham and bone for you.

Gender: All Woman Hun.

Sexuality: ~~Gay~~ Bisexual? Ugh, it's tricky man. Like, she thinks she's maybe. Ugh. I don't know. It's just, families, and all that crap. Bleh. She's just gonna put nothing for now, she's still working on it to be honest.

Yankee or Dixie: Dicks all the way my dude. I mean, you know what they say about Yanks right? "One Yank and they're down!"

APPEARANCE—

"Daaaaaaaaaad. Oh my god. You made it look like a mugshot..."

Height: She stands at around 5'9, give or take.

Weight: Very rude to ask, but I suppose, if you must know, she's about 12 stone, rounded up.

Build: 'Broad', would be the polite term for it. You could call her meaner things, but they'd be hurtful, and altogether less accurate. She's just naturally a stockier type of gal, very well built, lemme tell ya. You'd know a punch from her and be sore about it in the morning.

Hair: The niche very very very dark brown that looks black in almost all other lighting. As for style, it's never particularly well kept, but she tries to keep it short and simple just so it's out of the way really. Jan always trims it herself, so sometimes it can appear slightly haphazard.

Eyes: A deep and dark heavy brown.

Skin: As I suppose could be expected, her skin's a lovely warm olive like colour. Well, it would be lovely if she hadn't gone about tarnishing it the way she has. This girls got a plethora of scars. Her nose got broken at one point, there's a criss-cross set across her right hand from when she punched through a window that one time, she has a eyebrow scar but honestly who doesn't have one of those, a long somewhat ugly looking one on her abdomen that looks surgical but she won't talk about it to anyone, and a final one on left knee from that one time she fell off of a bike when she was nine.

Face claim: Jill Megan Kortleve

PERSONA—

"Wait wait wait, shutup... Luiz is about to score,"

Personality: Janny's a right nowty one when it gets down to it. Tells some good jokes though.

She's loud is this one, bold, brash and bawdy. Jan comes from a very, lets say vocal, family and is therefore equally loud in her day-to-day life. She's surprisingly open about voicing her own thoughts and opinions on a subject, the problem just lies with anyone who might possibly disagree. She's the sort of girl who has a positive and negative aspect to almost every trait of her personality. While she's very open and bold with regards to herself, she's also incredibly stubborn. Jan's a rather Active girl and likes taking part in sports, but she's also twitchy and hard to keep still for anything longer than five minutes. She can tell some absolutely cracking jokes and one liners, but sometimes she can take a quip or a remark just a bit too far, and things can get a little uncomfortable, or even worse, violent. All in all, she's a bit of a Marmite sort of character. You'll either love her or hate her. But just don't tell her openly if it's the latter...

Positive traits:

Witty - Jan's a quick thinker with regards to her words, and is an absolute champ at the funny comebacks. Knows all the best dirtiest jokes too.

Bold - She isn't afraid or anxious upon meeting new people. And doesn't particular hold back in voicing her own feelings and opinions. If the group needs someone to channel a voice through, Janny's the gal for the job.

Active - definitely not the type to be sitting still for too long. She rather enjoys sports, both watching and competing. And she's always up for anything her friends suggest, give or take.

Negative traits:

Quick tempered - In more ways than one. Janny's quick tempered in the sense that, she's quick to quite determinedly choose and firmly stick with her first emotional reaction to a situation, even if in later hindsight, it may be an irrational one. And unfortunately, anger and irritation are the easiest to come and trickiest to go. She's getting a reputation for fights at this point, it's getting a little bit wild...

Impulsive - Only when the result is fruitful is impulsiveness a blessing. The rest of the time, it is a downright hindrance.

Stubborn - I suppose deep down, it's a trait that's ultimately fuelled by fear, but she'd never admit to that of course. Jan's a girl who devotedly loyal to her own idea of standards and morals. It takes a lot to fully change her mind on any given matter.

Hobbies:

Boxing - Something initially introduced to her as an attempt to provide an outlet for all of her pent up aggression. Who knows if its actually working, but Janny quite enjoys it nonetheless.

Soccer - Both playing, and (religiously) watching. It's just something fun to do really, plus it keeps her quick on her feet too which is additionally useful for the boxing. Two for one, what's not to like.

Music - A somewhat general passion I suppose, but she does really like her tunes does this one. She's got a real varied and ecliptic mix too. I mean, how many people do you know that proficiently enjoy Ethiopian Jazz?

Thrifting - Does this really count as a hobby when it's additionally a general means of making ends meat? I don't know. Either way, she does rather enjoy it. Be it clothes, interesting looking knick-knacks, etc. If it's cheap, she'll have it.

Quirks & habits:

Bites her nails all the damn time - Gross, yes. But somewhat soothing to a nervous mind I guess.

Tapping - In general. She has big trouble keeping completely still, so you'll often find her tapping her feet and nails upon something. Jan does that annoying knee twitching thing too a lot. If she's desperate she'll even start swaying from side to side on the spot.

Ailments:

- She struggles with depression from time to time, and I mean who doesn't in this day and age really.

- Anger and aggression is also something she struggles to manage and maintain.

- But higher than that, her Dad had an inkling that something just wasn't quite right with the way Janny's moods ran. So he got her checked out at the appropriate facilities, and as it happens, Jan suffers from Cyclothymic disorder. Luckily, she has never been diagnosed as fully Bipolar, simply Cyclothymic. Papa Veloso made the decision to keep this on the down-low from his own daughter. He figured that since it was a mild enough condition, there was no reason for Janny to be worrying about or dealing with the Stigma that arises from a diagnosis like that. So he's simply kept a watchful eye on it all these years. And honestly, he's happy for it to stay that way for now. He'll look after her.

ODDS & ENDS—

GPA: 1.8

Mr. Veloso,

As I have told you before, Janny does do well in some of the more practical subjects at school. She's rather solid with her arithmetic, and I don't need to tell you about her capable athletic abilities. But for the foreseeable future, she will be suspended for the agreed and notified two months. Luckily, Mr. Green has agreed not to take matters further, but between you and me D, that break was bad. And she didn't even stop Davi! Did you know it took one of her friends, and Mr. Bells combined efforts to pull her off and make her stop? Things could have gone a lot worse Davi. Look, if I were you, get her a small little part-time job somewhere for the time being. If she can come back and show she's at least done something productive with the time she's spent away... I don't know. I would have thought that would at least help things. Anyway, I'll keep you up to date on things if any new information makes itself known. Otherwise, I'll see you for poker on Tuesday?

Phil,

History

Jan's initial family history is about as average as it gets regarding American Immigration I suppose. Family used to live in Brazil, didn't do that well there, had just a few teensy-weensy political troubles from what I hear, moved to the States. And there you have it. Bobs your Uncle and Fanny's you're overbearing Catholic Auntie who won't stop asking about your relationship status at Thanksgiving.

With regards to Jan directly though, everything sort of started with her Dad. Davi, or D for short, was around, fifteen? Upon arrival in the States. And like any other wild and rambunctious teenager, the boy let loose and let rip amongst the newfound freedoms and frivolities America provided. While his Mother and Father worked two low paying jobs a day, Davi focused more upon the intense study of the local women. He continued to fall further and further down into this pit of degeneracy and debauchery, despite any efforts of his parents. What else can be said, he was a young handsome exotic from another country who could play the guitar at parties. And this was the way things looked to be going for the foreseeable future, until Janny arrived.

Her Mom was, or is (she doesn't really know to be honest) a white lady her Dad met at a party. It was a cold February day, sometime in the afternoon. He'd only just dragged himself out of bed when there was a knock at the door. Standing there, in the rain, was a very cross looking woman he did not recognise, and a beleaguered looking council official, holding... a baby? Jan, was in every way possible, a surprise. To both Mother and Father. Janny's Mother (Who he simply cannot remember the name of, no matter how hard he tries) stood at the Veloso's door with her eight day old baby daughter, ready to give her up right there and then. She gave Davi an ultimatum, she did not, and had never wanted this baby. It was a mistake that she regretted immensely. So there were two options. Either he take the baby and deal with it himself, or it goes to Social Services and gets put up for Adoption.

Well, lemme tell you, making an immense moral decision like that at 3 O'Clock in the afternoon whilst you're wearing a shirt that hasn't been washed for three days certainly puts a man in a odd state of mind. But of course, underlying softie that he is, he took her in. Davi had never set out to become a Father, at least not this early on in his life, and definitely not in the circumstances he found himself in. And yet, alas, here he was. Both Granny and Grandfather Veloso were a very big help in those early years. But things grew steadily trickier for Davi. His Father before Janny was even walking, and Granny followed the soon after of a broken heart (How stereotypical is that?)

Davi is now a man renowned for making one of the biggest lifestyle U-Turns in history. Party Animal and sex fiend no longer, He is now a devoted Catholic one more, and he works diligently now as a Janitor for the High School, and as a delivery guy every other evening, He didn't really have the education or skills for anything much else. He worries a lot, poor dear. He worries about how much of a disappointment he's been, and he worries intensely that he has not been a good enough Father for Janny. Sometimes she tells him otherwise, but emotions are a strange thing. He still has hopes of course. In fact, he's training and studying and trying his absolute hardest to join up with the local police force. It would provide a good little Nest-Egg for Janny when she needs it. Fingers crossed he can just pass the test and the officiator isn't a racist ass-hole like he was the last time...

NotinthisUniverse · May 21, 2020

THE BASICS
Name—Avery Anderson
Age & zodiac sign—16 and a Pisces
Ethnicity— African American and caucasian
Gender— Cis male
Sexuality— Questioning
Yank or Dink> Dixie

APPEARANCE
Height—5’8 ½
Weight— 130
Build— Very slim build. A sack of bones, to what his skin clings onto what is left on his body. Though he doesn’t make an effort to eat most days. He doesn’t really feel the need to, simply “not hungry”. Mostly replenishes that gnawing hunger with energy drinks. His body is mostly proportional, despite his lanky arms and slender neck.
Hair— Light brown hair with hints of lighter highlights collected towards the center of his loose curls
Eyes— Deep set blue/green
Skin— Blemishes from acne scars from picking at his face, deep set eyes, dark circles collected under and in between the corners of his eyes. Light skinned.
Face claim— Random ass boy from pinterest

PERSONA
A bit of a weirdo, but a quick-witted one.

Positive traits— Determined, resilient, stubborn, persistent , independent, loyal, honest adaptable, etc ,
Negative traits— Smart-ass, unpleasant, argumentative, cynical, apathetic, selfish, blunt, nonchalant, bitchy, no filter, etc
Hobbies— N/A
Quirks & habits— Cracks joints before sitting down, stims with his fingertips, bounces leg when nervous/stressed, chews the inside of his cheek. (has built up scar tissue), tear off skin tags off sides of fingers, massages earlobe with thumb when stressed, bites tongue, picks at acne, chews off toe nails, (is flexible enough to do so)
Ailments— Prone to emotional outbursts and irrational thoughts, ADHD (undiagnosed)
Vices— Huffs chemicals through a paper bag, has dabbled in cocaine and acid.

ODDS & ENDS
GPA—2.0
Counselor’s note— “With my time with Mr. Anderson, I’ve seen little growth with his academics. He seems to have his head up in the clouds, he’s unmotivated and quite lazy I’m afraid. He comes and goes as he pleases."

Theme songs— N/A

HISTORY
Content warning: mentions of child neglect/abuse, drug abuse
WIP

Husk · May 22, 2020

"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐎𝐊?"

Elias Dawn

APPEARANCE

Height: 6'2".

Weight: 165lbs.

Build: Elias is a willowy fellow, with a notably thin frame exaggerated by his height. What with a litheness, his delicate form is exaggerated by smaller shoulders. Broad is not in the category to describe Elias. There is no power behind his build that would make you think him suitable to get into a fight, but he will initialize fisticuffs without hesitation. At times, it can appear Elias forgets his slightness. Height means nothing, in the end, Elias is akin to a yapping chihuahua without much behind his bite.

Hair: A mixture of lighter black and brown hues. Absolutely wild, with waves and ringlets of curls. Sometimes he thinks the management is a bitch, but for the most part, it works for him.

Eye color: A deep chocolate brown with intermingling greens, creating hazel eyes that hold a mischievous glint.

Skin: Distinctly bright eyes coupled with the scatterings of beauty marks and freckles. Scars mark the length of his arm, but he has a million stories on how they came to be so there's no way to discern. A scar runs along his chest due to a surgery done in his youth. He, to his foster father's chagrin, has a moth tattoo on his back with tattered, fragmented wings.

Faceclaim: I wish I knew : (

BASICS

Name & Nicknames: Elias, Eli, El.

Age & Zodiac Sign: "I blame my whims on my capricious, Capricorn nature, thanks."
18, Capricorn.

Ethnicity: Black with roots tied to the Yoruba people and Caucasian of European descent.

Sexuality: Pansexual with no qualms or doubts. Elias is tentatively out, however, he keeps his sexuality obscured from his father to the best of his ability.

Yankee or Dixie: "Is this the part where we fight over whose shit stinks worst"?
Yankee, although, it's complicated.

Gender: Uncaring, male-presenting.

Sexuality: Pansexual.

PERSONA

A conflicted kid caught in a conflicted life.
Born in poverty to rise to the heights of opulence. He is armed with sharp words and a silver tongue, capable of weaseling his way out of trouble should it seek him. Or, rather, he seeks it.
Stuck on favoring highs and adrenaline rushes, he feels obliged to obscure that side of him. While he is of higher economic class, inside, he feels a rift from that fact.
So, he burns his troubles away through cigarettes and vices. Spitting lies and feigning a face of comfort amongst the Yankees while coping with the fact two and two stopped adding up long ago.
Bah, bah, black sheep.

P O S I T I V E...

…Charismatic

…Sly

…Creative

…Quick-thinker

…Curious

…Artistic

N E G A T I V E…

…Bitter

…Pessimistic

…Perpetual Liar

…Rash in decision making

…Sardonic

…Unprincipled

Hobbies:
Volunteering at the animal shelter- he does have a soft spot for animals of all sorts. Both singing and playing the guitar, be it from electric to acoustic, but he is a bit bashful about performing around others so it's a hobby kept to himself. Painting, with painting, Elias carries tremendous pride, although he does not know the value of his works, just that it is something he feels he has a finesse with.

Quirks & Habits:
Tends to fidget with his hands when made nervous, which is not by any means easy, but when it happens, he shows distinct signs of his anxiety.
He is also one of those people that taps their pen or pencil against a table or the like without realizing it. Tends to pick around his shoulders to his back, which he happily keeps the blemishes from such a habit hidden if he can.
Smokes like a chimney, bad habit caught young but it's clung like a bur.
Speaks a bit faster than is needed, and is prone to running his mouth.

Ailments:
Asthma, for one. Overall, he is a sickly sort with weakened lungs due to bouts of bronchitis and pneumonia in his youth yet he has not managed to give up cigarettes. Go figure.
Body Dysmorphic disorder, alongside Anorexia Nervosa. Elias also suffers from Bipolar type II. Mania seems to consume him in that regard.
The situation regarding his medications is a tad tricky. Often does he neglect to take them, and it's fueled further by his foster father's disbelief in their effectiveness, so Elias tends to self-medicate with drugs not exactly legally acquired.

Vices:
All kept under wraps to preserve his imagery among the Yankees, but you can only hide so much.
Alcohol, Ambien, Xanax, Ritalin, Cocaine (this is more of a rarity), Marijuana, Shrooms, and LSD. It is not beyond him to try other drugs, however, he will not touch heroin or methamphetamines.

BIOGRAPHY

tw; drug usage

In contrast to what riches he knows now, Elias grew up initially in an impoverished neighborhood within Detroit, Michigan alongside his twin siblings Bekka and Collen. All three having been born to Emily Dawn and Nathaniel Dawn. Not particularly fortuitous, their parents were sadly victims of addiction, both users of methamphetamines, among other drugs. As such, the care was lacking. One eve, Nathaniel left. He did not return, a catalyst for a decline in equilibrium within the family. The beginnings of change began. Emily's deleterious habits worsened without Nathaniel until she was in either drug-induced comas or abandoning the children to seek a pub in the entertainment district.

At some point, Emily realized her actions were of detriment to Elias, Bekka, and Collen, and with kind selflessness opted to give them up for adoption. Be it through repression or his youth, Elias scarcely remembers this portion of his life.

In the meanwhile, his twin siblings were adopted, leaving Elias to tumble through the system alone. What he knew shattered beneath his feet.
Elias bounced from foster home to foster home, location to location, never settling into a routine, which left him with minor trauma present still today.
Elias moved schools with frequency throughout his childhood years as he went from city to city, finding difficulty in holding onto friendships. Soon, exasperated, he no longer bothered to create long-lasting connections. Isolation had him by the throat. However, he finally found permanent residency within a larger family that swept him from the poverty of which he grew accustomed to and brought him into wealth in California, allowing him to settle into a more lavish life, at least comparatively.

There was solace as he came to acclimate to permanent residency. The contrast between what he knew now from then struck him as stark and vast.
Life picked up for Elias. His foster parents, Justinia Vellen and Marcus Vellen held higher-standing jobs, Justinia as ea district attorney and Marcus as a Politician. Now, living the well-to-do life, he could not grouse. In time, he grew content, his confidence beginning to flourish.
Justinia and Marcus had three other children- Ambrosia, Ember, and Scotch -who Elias grew up with, fully integrating himself into the Vellen family, this included whatever mannerisms stemmed from having wealth.

Soon, however, Elias entered his teenage years. Frustration and boredom unsettled him and as his grades plummeted not due to a lack of intelligence but of attendance, he began to get involved in criminal affairs. Forever a restless soul with an addictive nature to precarious situations, he was easily snared, lured in by the company he kept. It did not take long before he became entangled into the "art-form," as he called it, of dealing drugs.
There was only a scarce amount of drugs he refused to handle, but otherwise, prescription drugs to street drugs were fair game.
All was teenage fun and games until he got caught, managing to evade sentencing from both connections and money alone.

Consequently, Elias, not having learned a damned thing, began operating in a different manner than many. Instead of him running the drugs, he paid a middle man to get their hands dirtied where he could not. Despite desiring to run the risk himself, it was, funnily enough, out of his price range, if you will, and no amount of adrenaline rush would make it worth getting caught again. So, in the meanwhile he worked to bring his grades back up to par and fit what mold was set out by the prestigious family to which he belonged.
In a sense, Elias has a foot in more so-called "Dixie affairs" and another within that of the Yankee's strikingly different world.
The pressures of his life were stifling.
There's still a portion within him wondering if he belongs amongst the rich and if this is what happiness tasted like, why was it so acrid?

MISCELLANEOUS

Family:
Mother- Emily Estelle Dawn - Status Unknown
Father- Nathaniel Jessen Dawn - Status Unknown
Sister- Bekka Nathaniel Dawn - Status Unknown
Brother- Collen Ell Dawn - Status Unknown

Foster Mom- Justinia Vellen - Status Unknown
“My mother she told me, don’t get into trouble.”
It would not be wrong to say Elias is coddled but his foster mother, who did nothing but believe in him despite his problematic nature. Because of this, both Elias and Justinia hold a great relationship, although, due to Justinia’s coddling, the stabilization is off and Elias is allowed to get by with things he would otherwise not in regards to his foster father.

Foster Dad- Marcus Vellen - Status Unkown
“My father he told me, he knew I would.”
Stern and strict, Elias and Marcus do not see eye to eye. That is the gist of their relationship as a whole. Marcus is unapproving of both Justinia’s coddling and Elias’ attitude and behavior. This leads to strife at times between Justinia and Marcus that Elias attempts to ignore the guilt of, with little success.

Foster Sister- Ambrosia Vellen - Status Unknown
“My sister she told me, to do something good”
Ambrosia and Elias have a fair relationship, although Ambrosia seems intent on “fixing” Elias. Often, she is attempting to dig him out of complicated situations, regardless of their nature, which leads to herself falling into trouble.
Elias, at all costs, strives to keep his doings from reaching his sister’s ears, lest she gets involved.

Foster Twin Brothers- Ember Vellen, Scotch Vellen - Status Unknown
“My brothers they told me, don’t give a damn.”
Enablers, to say the least. Elias holds a complicated relationship with both Ember and Scotch.
Convoluted and twisted, for their amusement, Ember, and Scotch oft encourage Elias’ negative doings. Their enabling is a striking contrast to Justinia’s, where there is no love involved.

Likes:
alternative rock, animals, potted cacti, the sensation of being out in the rain, obtaining close bonds, getting plastered during his downtime, writing, photography, being alone when conversing grows tiresome, painting, dealing, partying, avoiding the truth through lies, ideologies of death, pulling the strings in his life, living on his toes, getting into and starting verbal fights where he can utilize his wit and sharp tongue, manipulating situations to be in his favor, adrenaline, being conniving, having the sensation of control over his life, humorous discourse, being a step ahead, stealing.

Dislikes:
liars {Despite being one}, having to answer queries he's unprepared for, large crowds, sobriety, the complexity of close bonds, the loud clap of thunder, sudden confrontations he didn’t start, politics, the reflection in the mirror, lacking control over his life, hypocrites, having absolutely nothing to do, insects, the ocean, losing fights, being addicted to nicotine but lacking the willpower to do anything about it, having to handle remorse, others seeing through his lies, dull conversations, being and becoming ill.

GPA: 4.0 (On the mend from when his attendance was poor. Not that it's great yet and Elias shows no inclination to improve in tardiness beyond the amount he had to.)

Teacher's note: "While bright, Elias' lack of attendance alongside the dropping of his GPA, there lays room for concern.
While his GPA is on the incline, I am still baffled by the sudden change.
Even when speaking to his parents I received little in the way of the reasoning behind it all.
What we see is potential being wasted and I hope reality hits Elias so he may take his studies more seriously."

Theme Songs - Who Are You Really - Mikky Ekko, Oh No - Marina & The Diamonds, Overdose - grandson, Yeah Right - joji

Corgi · Jun 12, 2020

Amidala Tremaine

—THE BASICS
Name: Amidala Tremaine
Nickname: Ami (Ah-me), Princess, Little Miss Perfect.
Age & Zodiac Sign : 17, September 27 (Libra)
Ethnicity: Mixed, African American and Portuguese
Gender: Female
Sexuality: She hasn't had the chance to explore it.
Yank or Dix: Yankee

—PERSONA
Personality: Ami is purposeful is everything she does, meticulous to a fault when it comes to details and how she wants a situation to unfold, but she never loses her head when it counts. However, her lack of friends from the time she spends constantly keeping up her extracurricular activities has led her to become flustered and rather awkward in social situations. The little understanding she has about other teenagers her age makes her all too trusting, often falling victim to peer pressure.
Virtues:
+ Kind-hearted
+ Dutiful
+ Level-Headed
+ Responsible
Vices:
- Manipulative
- Gullible
- Awkward
- Meticulous
Hobbies:
~ Ballet
~ Cross-Country
~ National Honors Society
~ Chemistry Olympiad
~ A variety of clubs that she can't even begin to count
Quirks & Habits: Almost everything does in routine. In the morning, she gets up, makes her bed, brushes her teeth, takes a shower, does her hair, then makeup, then she gets dressed before doing her daily duties- whatever he parents ask of her. As for tics, when she gets nervous she'll fiddle with her jewelry or hair, often stopping when she realizes she's doing it, only to start again subconsciously. She will also ramble when she's flustered, trying to talk her nerves away.

—APPEARANCE
Height: 5'5" (165 cm)
Weight: 135 lbs.
Build: Ami has a slender frame, her long, elegant limbs accented by firm muscle from years of ballet. Her slim waist and filled out assets are typically hidden under modest and expensive clothing.
Hair: Curly black tresses falls upon delicate shoulders, shiny and thick. It's never out of place, at least never in public, and very well maintained. Any stray hairs had been slicked down or tucked into a ponytail.
Eyes: She has dark brown, almond shaped eyes that never stray from her goal.
Skin: Blessed with radiant melanin, her skin glows a soft caramel. No blemishes or freckles dare to dot her skin; however, her knees are dark from the years of falling during ballet, and feet squared off from pointe shoes.
Face claim: Doria Arbeille

—ODDS & ENDS
GPA: 5.0
School note: Amidala is a wonderful example of the perfect student. She turns her assignments in early, goes above and beyond in every subject, and the amount of extra curricular activities she has is immense! There is no doubt Miss Tremaine will get into a fantastic college and go on to do amazing things.
Backstory: Amidala was born into perfection, the high standard of her parents and the life they lead making a ideal example of what Amidala should become. They were picture perfect; A young, in-love couple running a successful business, and their daughter, the pride and joy of the family succeeding in every aspect in her life... but everything wasn't as it seemed.

The girl was born to save a marriage, an attempt made by her parents to sew together the years of infidelity and toxicity that had built up. While anyone in their right mind would have divorced their significant other, the name and business they had built over the past three years could've been tarnished by the act of annulment on their squeaky-clean record. Even though her mother and father slept in separate rooms, and her father rarely spoke to Amidala, they kept up a strong facade of the perfect, loving family.

[anything past this point is a WIP, not very well written to say what I want it to. I'll work on it more tomorrow

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Ami grew up strict, raised almost solely by her mother, Isabel. She was a goody-two-shoes that would immediately be grounded if she stepped out of line. Her whole life planned for her, Isabel detailing what the girl had to do if she wanted to succeed and make her and her father proud. It was suffocating how much her mother hovered over her, constantly making sure she did her homework, never letting her really make friends, forcing her into dance and sports, it was exhausting.

After years of feeling the pressure from her mother and doing whatever she says, she emotional manipulation Isabel would play on Ami anytime she got an attitude or tried to explain why she didn't want the life her mother had planned for her, Amidala decided enough was enough. Her whole life Isabel stressed how important it was the keep up appearances, make everyone look up to the Tremaine's who had the perfect family, the perfect daughter. She was never going to learn if she never made mistakes, Ami would never be free until she was able to break the mold of the perfect child. It was take awhile, but she had the whole summer to learn.
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