Realistic or Modern Happier - CS

[Noivian]

CS
HAPPIER

Our story takes place in a large city somewhere along the southern half of the California coast, by the name of Port Pacifica. It's got a little bit of everything, but nothing that truly makes it stand out from LA for anyone to really care about the city. It does have its own air port, and just about anything a major city could boast, aside from a film industry, amusement parks, or much tourism. But there is a boardwalk with a rickety wooden roller coaster! The high school the group will start out in is called Point Pacifica High, and is situated on a hill with a nice view of the ocean.

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[Noivian]

Surfer gurl
FC: Maddi Bragg​

 

[dazzling]

Sydney Coldwell

basics

Age║ 16
Gender║ Female
Romantic Orientation║ Heteroromantic
Sexual Orientation║ Bisexual
Faceclaim║ Charlotte D'Alessio

appearance

Height║ 5'6
Weight║ 138 lbs
Build║ Slim built with a narrow waist and wider hips
Eye Color║ Green
Hair Color║ Dull brown
Piercings║ Septum piercing
Tattoos║ None
Fashion║ ➊ ➋ ➌ ➍

personality

General║ Sydney may be described as shy by some, but it's almost the opposite. If you approach her, she is just a sweet but withdrawn girl. Soft spoken yet charming, she can adapt tp fit well with others' personalities and sometimes ends up pushing herself into toxic relationships. Any friendly attention to her is good and even if it was clearly fake to others Sydney would be rendered blind by friendliness. This also is paired with a habit to get attached quickly, making her prone to heartbreak and rejection as she may see things for more than they really are.
In addition to this, she has many 'triggers' and at most mentions of gore or violence she shuts down. This may make her seem antisocial at times while in reality all she wants is a few real friends and maybe someone to love. Though her mind is a typhoon of negativity, she manages to keep it together in public and comes off as fairly optimistic. While she doesn't have many real friends, she is well known around Point Pacifica and tries her best to be noticed which sometimes backfires.
In class Sydney is typically very distracted, which does not help her already subpar grades. School seems irrelevant to her as she already believes that she doesn't have a tangible future. She is fairly athletic, playing on a volleyball team and keeping a strict diet.
Vices║ Over-analyzer ★ Desperate for attention ★ Fairly clueless ★ Self-loathing
Virtues║ Loyal ★ Friendly ★ Sympathetic ★ Loving ★ Pure hearted
Likes║ Crushes ★ Anyone who likes her ★ Sun ★ Waves ★ Rain ★ Simplicity ★ Doing her hair/makeup
Dislikes║ Storms ★ Cold ★ Loud noises ★ Violence ★ Depression ★ Loneliness ★ Fighting
Fears║ Being ignored ★ The day where her depression gets to be too much to handle ★ Flashbacks ★ Someone close to her being fake all along
Favorites║ Lo-fi ★ Jeans ★ Ambient noise ★ Friendships ★ Nostalgia ★ Arcades ★ Volleyball
Hobbies║ Going to the beach (Whether it be playing in the waves, tanning, or occasionally surfing) ★ Online chatting ★ Running
Habits║ Playing with her hair ★ Procrastination ★ Shoe scuffing

history

Sydney lived most of her live in a loving home. Her parents were always supportive and kind, encouraging her to find solutions on her own and learn. However, in 7th grade Sydney was diagnosed with bipolar depression. Immediately everything seemed different. Her parents were quiet around her, speaking softly and warmly as if she was a child. They no longer seemed like parents to her, acting more like therapists. Sydney found herself distanced from them, the connection they once shared gone. As her depression progressed she found herself too scared to reach out to her parents for more help. Due to this, her parents thought she had recovered and took her off medication. But Sydney had not recovered in the least, only going deeper into her spiral without the assistance of meds. Later that year, she attempted suicide. It took a gory turn and she was not successful, only inflicting herself with a bad case of PTSD.
She made progress towards recovery over the years, finding loyal friends at her middle school. When it was time to transition, Sydney's parents broke the news that they would be moving. They thought the area had too many negative memories for her and though they were right, she still didn't want to move. But her parents were stubborn, and a few weeks later they found themselves on a plane to Port Pacifica. Even though she was heartbroken to leave her friends, she knew that she would just find more and move on.

writing sample

Sydney stood with her arms crossed, standing in the soupy sand as the cold sea foam ebbed and flowed over her bare feet. A gentle wind whipped her hair across her face. The scene would've been serene, but shouts that Sydney was determined to block out rang through the air. Pursing her lips, she glanced over her shoulder to a group of children throwing sand at each other with a symphony of yelps. Shaking her head lightly, she ambled away further into the beach to where her surfboard sat lopsidedly in the sand. She had no particular talent in surfing and usually just found herself getting whipped around by the waves, but it was a fun pastime and helped her focus on something other than the negative thoughts eating at the back of her mind.

Tucking the orange and cyan board under her arm, she traipsed back towards the waves. They were weak and wind blew towards the coast, which would make it a hard day to surf, but Sydney shrugged it off and waded into the water. Stopping to tuck her hair up into a tight ponytail, she climbed up onto her board. Shakily making her way into a standing position, she floated out farther to where a few small waves rolled. A rolling wave came her way and she crested it, smoothly gliding to the other side. A bigger wave approached behind her and Sydney was knocked off of her board, resurfacing with a shocked laugh. Shaking the water out of her hair, she vaulted back into a sitting position on the board. Letting the water carry her towards shore, she enjoyed the gentle rush of water over her legs and let her mind drift.

Her foot hit the sandy bottom of the ocean slope, and she slid off and picked her board up once more. Strolling inland, she stumbled over a sharp edge peeking out of sand. Leaning down to examine it, Sydney pulled the edge out of its sandy prison. As she dusted it off a dull pearly shine gleamed in the glaring sun. The spiky whelk had brown stripes swirling across its surface in a hypnotizing pattern that quickly caught her eye. She tucked into her palm and headed back to her towel, placing it by her head. Resting her surfboard in the sand, she let the sun's welcoming warmth lull her into a light sleep.
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[atomic]

BOOKER FRYE

NICKNAME Bo
GENDER Male
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION Homoromantic (closeted)
SEXUAL ORIENTATION Homosexual (closeted)
FACECLAIM Neels Visser (younger)
AGE, HEIGHT, AND WEIGHT 16 y/o (he's been held back) | 5’11” (he's still growing) |157 lbs.
BUILD Bo is a bit of a string bean, being thin and and tall. Though, since he goes running in the morning and spends time away from home at the gym, he's got a fair bit of muscle.
EYES Bright blue
PIERCINGS AND TATTOOS Booker has left ear pierced, no tattoos but he wants some. He'll get them when he's older, for sure.
HAIR Blond and shaggy, it's rarely done in any particular style
FASHION He wears secondhand clothes from thrift shops or second-hand clothes from his older brother. Ripped/worn jeans and T-shirts. He also wears a variety of hoodies around and sticks to dark colors. ⓵ ⓶ ⓷ ⓸

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Booker is a big mouth and a bigger personality. Whenever he's in the room, he wants all eyes to be on him and has some kind of a story to tell. His friends all know that most of his stories are bullshit, but the way he'd tell them, you'd think he were leading a march against authority and bringing down the entire system. Booker hates to be talked down by authority or by people in his class. He's quick to result to using his fists to resolve conflicts, and sometimes he doesn't even need to be provoked to take some kind of simmering anger out on people. Usually, he sticks to a target few individuals, but anybody is equal in his eyes for a fight. Mostly Booker doesn't look angry since he's always sporting some dumb cocky smile. He loves to party around, drink, and smoke because that's just the sort of stuff he's been surrounded with. Nobody would know that Booker is insecure except for maybe the few that he picks on. Funny enough, those people tend to be the closest people he has in his life.

Unable to form very deep connections, he's a bit of a loner though he'll try to make an effort to be in the place where something is happening. Booker runs with a crowd of popular kids all the way to the kids who get into trouble. He'd be pretty smart if he applied himself to school and his classes. But since classes and school won't make him feel good or allow him to chase that emotional high, he puts them on the back burner. And that's sort of how things fall in line with this guy. Bo is chasing something better. Chasing popularity. Chasing. Chasing. Chasing. When things get too loud, he has to get away with his music. He wonders what it would be like to feel like a sixteen year old kid, but forced to make money in some sketchy ways, Booker hasn't really been allowed that opportunity. Quite a few things haven't allowed him to be a kid. He carries that with him, but still keeps his head up with an abrasive, obnoxious, attitude about life. People don't typically like him. He knows that. But he'd rather shout and laugh than admit it to himself or change.

He's really not all bad, though. When Booker is feeling good, he can be a pretty chill guy and that's what he's like most the time. He likes to joke and tease people. He especially likes to tease the people he likes, and targets them with his attention more than other people. But since the people he typically likes are boys and being a gay kid would be one of those things making him feel like shit, he usually turns that light teasing into something more like bullying. Otherwise, Bo has moments where he just wants to sit and talk for hours with somebody who'll give him the time of day. Or he'll want to listen to somebody talk to him without giving him that look.

VICES will fight anybody instead of talk about the issue, refuses to talk to people about his problems and would rather fight.... again, is riddled with insecurities, gets easily angered by ridicule, puts himself above other people constantly, has a slight problem with drugs and alcohol, is smart but has bad grades, unmotivated to go anywhere in life, has a big 'what's the point' attitude towards life
VIRTUES can speak his mind if he wants to, he has no problem flirting with girls, obsessed with music and plays the bass and drums, is physically active and has thought about playing football because he likes the sport but he smokes and what if he doesn't make the cut???, is protective towards people he cares about like his little sister and a few friends, has a bunch of random facts that he's stored up to have conversations about, is compassionate in some cases but has a hard time showing it
LIKES partying, alcohol, drugs, dog enthusiast, music, ryan caraveo and music in that genre, fighting, football, running, space facts, popularity, video games like COD, the color red, he wishes he could find some people to play music with
DISLIKES authority, teachers, classes, people who think they know it all and shove it in his face, disclosure, his dad, his dumb fuckin' neighbor that's gonna blow up their block cookin' that shit in his back shed, valentines day
FEARS losing his home and little sister to the foster system, getting arrested, overdosing, and the future, opening up to people only to have them leave
FAVORITES his little sister and older brother, again, ryan carveo, just look at likes lol
HOBBIES again, this aligns with his likes. but he writes music and one of his favorite hobbies is picking on people that should be picked on for their own good. it's really just darwinsim, he's doing them a favor. stargazin'. robbing liqueur stores with the homies.
HABITS humming to himself before remembering that people might be listening, spinning a pen through his fingers, staring off into space, filling in silences with a wide array of growls, smoking is a habit.

H I S T O R Y

Booker is a middle child to his two siblings, Daniel and Naomi. Daniel is five years older than him while his sister is seven years younger - the product of bad judgment to not wear a condom by his parents. Compared to most families in his neighborhood, Booker supposes that he has it alright. Okay. Sort of. He's got both his parents if that counts for something. But his mom was diagnosed with cancer when he was seven so their big house became a smaller shitty two bedroom rental in the shittiest part of town. That's where he's been for a long time, now - six years, in fact. While their money went to battling his mother's cancer, her health and depression from the years of treatment has left her unemployed. His father, hardworking as he is, struggles to put food on the table. Booker sometimes feels like his dad feels guilty that he never went to college so he could get a better job. Or better... so that he could even stand a chance to hold down a job. His father, Russel Frye, can be particularly short tempered after working all day and barely having the money to pay the bills either way. Because of that, he took to drinking and we all know how that story ends. Booker learned to deal with his dad's anger and loose fists a long time ago.

His brother was his closest friend while going through all of this. Daniel had his head on straight, it was hard not to be proud of the guy who went on to get a full ride to UCLA. But when Daniel left, Booker was left to be the big brother. To take the full force of his dad's ever increasing anger and impatience with his useless kid and his depressed wife. After a while, Booker's dad began to put in minimal effort and the breaks between jobs got longer. At the same time, Booker had started getting more and more into this shit with the kids on his block. Robbing gas stations and smoking at the skate park. Stealing his dad's alcohol to impress his older friends. When Booker was in fourth grade, he got held back from slipping grades. He began to lose the motivation to try since nothing he ever did seemed to match up to the standards his older brother had already set. And of course, it was also around this time that he started looking at guys and internally freaking out because not this too.

Eventually, the only thing Booker really learned to care about was his little sister. If social workers took her away he'd be ruined. Booker sells drugs for an extra buck and any money he does get from the gang that he runs with from time to time goes into helping his dad pay rent. He used to be a skinny kid with a buzz cut when he was younger, but his increasing desire to be liked and admired encouraged Bo to start bulking up and growing his hair out. He found exercising released all the anger from his situation at home, especially when the kids at his dumb fuckin' school just got on his nerves, sayin' shit they didn't know anything about. He also found release in music, playing his bass guitar for Naomi on the days his dad was working and wouldn't shout to shut that noise up. Escapism became something of a close friend to him as did becoming the class asshole and flunk out.

S A M P L E

Booker brought the cigarette up to his lips, his hand on the side of the twerp's face. This twerp in question had been going around spreading rumors that he'd caused a fire in their chemistry class. I mean, he had! But that was none of his fuckin' business, you know? Who said that he was allowed to go running his mouth about what Booker Frye did or didn't do in chemistry. He took a drag of the cigarette and held it in his chest for a long time before blowing it out into the boy's face. Naturally, Booker found himself hating that he noticed the cheekbones and adam's apple bobbing in the nerd's throat. It was easier to ignore when the guy - his name was Adam, by the way - spoke.

"Smoking is gonna give you cancer. You can beat me up all you want, but look how strong you'll be-"

Booker slammed his fist hard on the wall that he was pushing the nerd into, roughly. "Don't fuckin' give me a lecture on cancer, dick cheese. Here, you sound so cocky. Open your mouth."

The nerd cowered and shook his head in protest because what the hell could Booker Frye want him to open his mouth for? Suddenly really annoyed with the lack of compliance, Bo's gaze intensified and he grabbed Adam's jaw, squeezing it hard, "I said open up." Adam finally opened his mouth and as soon as he did, Bo took the cigarette in his hand a popped it in. Adam just looked confused, but it wasn't about making sense. It was about making sure that people didn't talk shit about him behind his back. He didn't have to make sense for that. "Now suck in. Come on, talking shit on smoking. You ain't even tried it."

He looked increasingly scared. Booker pushed harder, getting more and more into Adam's space, not caring about invading personal space. There was nothing gay about him shoving a cigarette into another boy's mouth and telling him to suck it. But after too long of him watching this kid whimper, he reeled back and just punched him in the face. The cigarette flew from his mouth and he flashed the nerd the middle finger, "Don't ever let me catching you talkin' shit again."

When Booker stalked away, he was still angry, his brows furrowed and his hands shoved in his pockets as he ignored classmates asking if his was okay. Not everybody hated him. Just... the people that knew how shitty he could be to guys like Adam. Which, granted, was most of the school, but still. He made his way out to the field, already having to find somewhere to light another cigarette. His eyes shut tight. He counted under his breath. The anger still wasn't going away. Two. Three. Four drags in and his heart rate was only starting to go down. This couldn't be normal, right? He couldn't be normal.

But there wasn’t much he could actually do about that. Book could only think that he’d eventually get to let off some steam with some friends. They wouldn’t care if he blew shit up in chemistry. Hell, they might even laugh and pat him on the back, because he sure as hell felt like it was better to be this than a loser. His dad was a loser. His brother was kind of a loser? Sort of. Naw, Dan was great and he was super proud of that guy. But if he couldn’t be like his brother or that Adam kid, and he didn’t want to be like his dad, then where was the middle ground.

Weren’t you supposed to get anywhere in life if you could throw on a charming smile? He’d still never actually had a pretty girlfriend but he was sure he could get one if he asked. This school was full of them. Girls. And he was good looking. He could pretend to be smart. And he wasn’t a total asshole. Only to some people. Like Adam. Adam, with his dumb cute face and Adam’s apple. God, Bo rubbed some kind of expression out of his face. He hardly even knew what he was thinking anymore. Popping earphones into his ears, Bo managed to drown out the ringing in his ears as he watched the football players warm up for practice.

"Back to the corner of the world​

Where the sun don't shine​

This place is too familiar​

No matter how far I go, I always fall"​

Spoiler: For Mobile Users :)

NAME Booker Frye
NICKNAME Bo
GENDER Male
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION Homoromantic (closeted)
SEXUAL ORIENTATION Homosexual (closeted)
FACECLAIM Neels Visser (younger)
AGE, HEIGHT, AND WEIGHT 16 y/o (he's been held back) | 5’11” (he's still growing) |157 lbs.
BUILD Bo is a bit of a string bean, being thin and and tall. Though, since he goes running in the morning and spends time away from home at the gym, he's got a fair bit of muscle.
EYES Bright blue
PIERCINGS AND TATTOOS Booker has left ear pierced, no tattoos but he wants some. He'll get some when he's older, for sure.[/FONT]
HAIR Blond and shaggy, it's rarely done in any particular style
FASHION He wears secondhand clothes from thrift shops or second-hand clothes from his older brother. Ripped/worn jeans and T-shirts. He also wears a variety of hoodies around and sticks to dark colors.

Personality
Booker is a big mouth and a bigger personality. Whenever he's in the room, he wants all eyes to be on him and has some kind of a story to tell. His friends all know that most of his stories are bullshit, but the way he'd tell them, you'd think he were leading a march against authority and bringing down the entire system. Booker hates to be talked down by authority or by people in his class. He's quick to result to using his fists to resolve conflicts, and sometimes he doesn't even need to be provoked to take some kind of simmering anger out on people. Usually, he sticks to a target few individuals, but anybody is equal in his eyes for a fight. Mostly Booker doesn't look angry since he's always sporting some dumb cocky smile. He loves to party around, drink, and smoke because that's just the sort of stuff he's been surrounded with. Nobody would know that Booker is insecure except for maybe the few that he picks on. Funny enough, those people tend to be the closest people he has in his life.

Unable to form very deep connections, he's a bit of a loner though he'll try to make an effort to be in the place where something is happening. Booker runs with a crowd of popular kids all the way to the kids who get into trouble. He'd be pretty smart if he applied himself to school and his classes. But since classes and school won't make him feel good or allow him to chase that emotional high, he puts them on the back burner. And that's sort of how things fall in line with this guy. Bo is chasing something better. Chasing popularity. Chasing. Chasing. Chasing. When things get to loud, he has to get away with his music. He wonders what it would be like to feel like a fifteen year old kid, but forced to make money in some sketchy ways, Booker hasn't really been allowed that opportunity. Quite a few things haven't allowed him to be a kid. He carries that with him, but still keeps his head up with an abrasive, obnoxious, attitude about life. People don't typically like him. He knows that. But he'd rather shout and laugh than admit it to himself or change.

He's really not all bad, though. When Booker is feeling good, he can be a pretty chill guy and that's what he's like most the time. He likes to joke and tease people. He especially likes to tease the people he likes, and targets them with his attention more than other people. But since the people he typically likes are boys and being a gay kid would be one of those things making him feel like shit, he usually turns that light teasing into something more like bullying. Otherwise, Bo has moments where he just wants to sit and talk for hours with somebody who'll give him the time of day. Or he'll want to listen to somebody talk to him without giving him that look.

VICES will fight anybody instead of talk about the issue, refuses to talk to people about his problems and would rather fight.... again, is riddled with insecurities, gets easily angered by ridicule, puts himself above other people constantly, has a slight problem with drugs and alcohol, is smart but has bad grades, unmotivated to go anywhere in life, has a big 'what's the point' attitude towards life
VIRTUES can speak his mind if he wants to, he has no problem flirting with girls, obsessed with music and plays the bass and drums, is physically active and has thought about playing football because he likes the sport but he smokes and what if he doesn't make the cut???, is protective towards people he cares about like his little sister and a few friends, has a bunch of random facts that he's stored up to have conversations about, is compassionate in some cases but has a hard time showing it
LIKES partying, alcohol, drugs, dog enthusiast, music, ryan caraveo and music in that genre, fighting, football, running, space facts, popularity, video games like COD, the color red, he wishes he could find some people to play music with
DISLIKES authority, teachers, classes, people who think they know it all and shove it in his face, disclosure, his dad, his dumb fuckin' neighbor that's gonna blow up their block cookin' that shit in his back shed, valentines day
FEARS losing his home and little sister to the foster system, getting arrested, overdosing, and the future, opening up to people only to have them leave
FAVORITES his little sister and older brother, again, ryan carveo, just look at likes lol
HOBBIES again, this aligns with his likes. but he writes music and one of his favorite hobbies is picking on people that should be picked on for their own good. it's really just darwinsim, he's doing them a favor. stargazin'. robbing liqueur stores with the homies.
HABITS humming to himself before remembering that people might be listening, spinning a pen through his fingers, staring off into space, filling in silences with a wide array of growls, smoking is a habit.

History
Booker is a middle child to his two siblings, Daniel and Naomi. Daniel is five years older than him while his sister is seven years younger - the product of bad judgment to not wear a condom by his parents. Compared to most families in his neighborhood, Booker supposes that he has it alright. Okay. Sort of. He's got both his parents if that counts for something. But his mom was diagnosed with cancer when he was seven so their big house became a smaller shitty two bedroom rental in the shittiest part of town. That's where he's been for a long time, now - six years, in fact. While their money went to battling his mother's cancer, her health and depression from the years of treatment has left her unemployed. His father, hardworking as he is, struggles to put food on the table. Booker sometimes feels like his dad feels guilty that he never went to college so he could get a better job. Or better... so that he could even stand a chance to hold down a job. His father, Russel Frye, can be particularly short tempered after working all day and barely having the money to pay the bills either way. Because of that, he took to drinking and we all know how that story ends. Booker learned to deal with his dad's anger and loose fists a long time ago.

His brother was his closest friend while going through all of this. Daniel had his head on straight, it was hard not to be proud of the guy who went on to get a full ride to UCLA. But when Daniel left, Booker was left to be the big brother. To take the full force of his dad's ever increasing anger and impatience with his useless kid and his depressed wife. After a while, Booker's dad began to put in minimal effort and the breaks between jobs got longer. At the same time, Booker had started getting more and more into this shit with the kids on his block. Robbing gas stations and smoking at the skate park. Stealing his dad's alcohol to impress his older friends. When Booker was in fourth grade, he got held back from slipping grades. He began to lose the motivation to try since nothing he ever did seemed to match up to the standards his older brother had already set. And of course, it was also around this time that he started looking at guys and internally freaking out because not this too.

Eventually, the only thing Booker really learned to care about was his little sister. If social workers took her away he'd be ruined. Booker sells drugs for an extra buck and any money he does get from the gang that he runs with from time to time goes into helping his dad pay rent. He used to be a skinny kid with a buzz cut when he was younger, but his increasing desire to be liked and admired encouraged Bo to start bulking up and growing his hair out. He found exercising released all the anger from his situation at home, especially when the kids at his dumb fuckin' school just got on his nerves, sayin' shit they didn't know anything about. He also found release in music, playing his bass guitar for Naomi on the days his dad was working and wouldn't shout to shut that noise up. Escapism became something of a close friend to him as did becoming the class asshole and flunk out.


Sample
Booker brought the cigarette up to his lips, his hand on the side of the twerp's face. This twerp in question had been going around spreading rumors that he'd caused a fire in their chemistry class. I mean, he had! But that was none of his fuckin' business, you know? Who said that he was allowed to go running his mouth about what Booker Frye did or didn't do in chemistry. He took a drag of the cigarette and held it in his chest for a long time before blowing it out into the boy's face. Naturally, Booker found himself hating that he noticed the cheekbones and adam's apple bobbing in the nerd's throat. It was easier to ignore when the guy - his name was Adam, by the way - spoke.

"Smoking is gonna give you cancer. You can beat me up all you want, but look how strong you'll be-"

Booker slammed his fist hard on the wall that he was pushing the nerd into, roughly. "Don't fuckin' give me a lecture on cancer, dick cheese. Here, you sound so cocky. Open your mouth."

The nerd cowered and shook his head in protest because what the hell could Booker Frye want him to open his mouth for? Suddenly really annoyed with the lack of compliance, Bo's gaze intensified and he grabbed Adam's jaw, squeezing it hard, "I said open up." Adam finally opened his mouth and as soon as he did, Bo took the cigarette in his hand a popped it in. Adam just looked confused, but it wasn't about making sense. It was about making sure that people didn't talk shit about him behind his back. He didn't have to make sense for that. "Now suck in. Come on, talking shit on smoking. You ain't even tried it."

He looked increasingly scared. Booker pushed harder, getting more and more into Adam's space, not caring about invading personal space. There was nothing gay about him shoving a cigarette into another boy's mouth and telling him to suck it. But after too long of him watching this kid whimper, he reeled back and just punched him in the face. The cigarette flew from his mouth and he flashed the nerd the middle finger, "Don't ever let me catching you talkin' shit again."

When Booker stalked away, he was still angry, his brows furrowed and his hands shoved in his pockets as he ignored classmates asking if his was okay. Not everybody hated him. Just... the people that knew how shitty he could be to guys like Adam. Which, granted, was most of the school, but still. He made his way out to the field, already having to find somewhere to light another cigarette. His eyes shut tight. He counted under his breath. The anger still wasn't going away. Two. Three. Four drags in and his heart rate was only starting to go down. This couldn't be normal, right? He couldn't be normal.

But there wasn’t much he could actually do about that. Book could only think that he’d eventually get to let off some steam with some friends. They wouldn’t care if he blew shit up in chemistry. Hell, they might even laugh and pat him on the back, because he sure as hell felt like it was better to be this than a loser. His dad was a loser. His brother was kind of a loser? Sort of. Naw, Dan was great and he was super proud of that guy. But if he couldn’t be like his brother or that Adam kid, and he didn’t want to be like his dad, then where was the middle ground.

Weren’t you supposed to get anywhere in life if you could throw on a charming smile? He’d still never actually had a pretty girlfriend but he was sure he could get one if he asked. This school was full of them. Girls. And he was good looking. He could pretend to be smart. And he wasn’t a total asshole. Only to some people. Like Adam. Adam, with his dumb cute face and Adam’s apple. God, Bo rubbed some kind of expression out of his face. He hardly even knew what he was thinking anymore. Popping earphones into his ears, Bo managed to drown out the ringing in his ears as he watched the football players warm up for practice.

"Back to the corner of the world​

Where the sun don't shine​

This place is too familiar​

No matter how far I go, I always fall"​

 

[Scarecrovv]

We are the others

● Name: Takeshi Nakahara “Takeo” (中原 武 ) ● Age: Sixteen ● Gender: Male ● Romantic Orientation: homoromantic ● Sexual Orientation: homosexual ● Face claim: Takamasa Ishihara/Miyavi (younger) ● Height: 5’11” ● Weight: 140 lbs. ● Build: lean and lithe ● Eye color: brown ● Hair color: natural black, sometimes dyed ● Piercings/Tattoos: when he’s young, only his ears are pierced. He will get a nose, lip, and eyebrow piercing later on in life, but will not always have them in. He does not get his first tattoo until he's older, but once he has one, he gets many others. Each of them are in his native language. ● Fashion : Takeo sticks to casual streetwear for the most part. Monochrome colors are a favorite, and he likes hats.​

personality;
Takeshi is an incredibly playful person, although he’s a little quiet if he’s around a group of people he doesn’t really know. He’s sarcastic and mischievous, but in a light-hearted way that shows he means no genuine harm. He likes to give people nicknames.


Takeo’s curious and observant, and very few things get by him when he’s paying enough attention. He’s a pretty good friend because of it, but only if he works up the confidence to ask someone about it without the fear of further freaking them out. Takeshi’s always watching over his friends, though, and if they work themselves into a problem, he’s usually a good and reliable person to lean on. He is also, however, a secretive person and somewhat of a liar when it comes to talking about himself. He’s a little selfless, and tends to put friends over his own wellbeing.


Takeshi is a pretty affectionate person. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t get much at home, but he likes to hug, cuddle, or simply be in physical contact with the people he likes. Some days he’s a little more clingy than usual (maybe his dad was particularly pissed the night before, or he’s feeling lonely), and closely follows behind those he deems friends. If he’s questioned about it though, Takeo easily steers the topic away from himself.

Vices: ● distrustful ● secretive ● pessimistic ● liar ● occasionally lazy ● lacking confidence ● dislikes change/finds it difficult to adapt to

Virtues: ● curious ● observant ● creative ● reliable ● tactful

Likes: ● hugs, cuddles, and other forms of affection ● video games (console, pc, mobile, you name it) ● cats ● sweets ● baking ● giving people nicknames ● tea ● piercings ● oversized hoodies ● snakes ● arcades ● classic cars

Dislikes: ● being cold ● going to bed early ● the dentist ● homophobia ● waking up early ● being yelled at ● arguments

Fears: ● not being good enough/being a disappointment/letting people down/etc. ● his father ● failure ● the dentist ● opening up to others

Favorites: ● his mother ● the color purple ● music

Hobbies: ● drawing ● video games ● baking ● paintball ● streaming

Habits: ● Bites his lip a lot, whether he’s nervous, bored, or trying to stifle a laugh ● plays with his piercings ● taps his fingers to random beats on his leg, a table, etc. ● apologizes a lot ● although he can generally catch himself before doing so, he’ll sometimes flinch if someone moves too fast or yells at him ● almost always has a sucker in his mouth. He’s got a stash of candy somewhere that no one can ever find

biography;
Takeshi was born and raised in a neighborhood in Tokyo, Japan, and then attended school in the US in the middle of his first year. His time in Japan, however, wasn't always completely enjoyable. His father is a difficult person, hard to like and even harder to please, and incredibly easy to anger (Takeo wonders if alcohol’s part of the problem). He expects too much of his only son, (getting perfect grades, dressing nicely, stopping his gaming, being straight, etc.) and when those requirements are not met, punishment is handed out. His mother is still completely oblivious. She is busy at work most days until late, and stressed enough as it is, so Takeshi keeps what happens between him and his father, between him and his father.


They moved to the US because his mother got a new job, and she wanted him to attend high school there. Port Pacifica is incredibly different from Tokyo, that was Takeshi’s first thought. School is incredibly different from Tokyo. He speaks English fluently (he took classes in school, and lessons outside of school; his mother made sure of it) but that doesn’t seem to help him make friends any easier (they always pronounce his name wrong, anyway). He spends a lot of his time gaming, whether that be streaming, playing with friends, or alone, but also tries to spend time away from home, and from his dad.

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the dreamers and the lovers.

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Spoiler: Sample

Takeshi declared mornings were the worst things in existence. He stayed up late and woke up late, so when his phone dinged at fuck you o'clock, he almost ignored it. Takeshi, however, generally didn't get texts from people; he didn't really have enough close friends for that. So, he decided to reach for his phone, squinting at the bright light in the dark of his room. He nearly dropped the electronic when he saw who exactly it was that texted him. Oreo! She hadn't spoken to him in a while, which was... kind of disappointing. Takeshi generally wouldn't text people first, so if you wanted to talk to him, you initiated that contact. This was odd, though. Oreo was usually so talkative and social. Takeo was pretty damn observant, so when something was up, he generally knew as such. He just didn't know what this time around.


The black-haired man scrambled out of his bed, kicking aside blankets and pillows that had been sorted into some kind of nest the night before, all the while attempting to text Oreo a response. He didn’t shower - he had paintball planned for tonight, and was absolutely positive he’d end up with paint in his hair. Instead, he slipped into a pair of dark jeans and a short-sleeved shirt that simply read ‘fuck you’ in Japanese across the front, although it lacked the usual translation below it. He had his shoes on, a small black bag containing his sketchbook over his shoulder, and a sucker dangling out of his mouth like some sort of mock cigarette in less than five minutes. As an afterthought, he shrugged on a loose-fitting, light, black jacket. Its sleeves went slightly past his elbows, covering half of his forearms but no further.


After sending a quick text to his boss (the owner of the tattoo parlor he worked at, the man who apprenticed him, and now a pretty good friend) and telling him he wouldn't be dropping into the shop today, Takeshi hopped into his car. The engine in the damn thing was a monster, and the growl of the car was impressive even as it sat and idled when Takeshi stuck the key into the ignition. The old car definitely still needed work done, though. It was a 70 Ford Torino GT, a gift from his mother quite a while ago, and he'd been spending a hell of a lot of money to make the thing better. New speakers and a better, updated radio had finally been put in, so when Takeshi started his drive to the beach, he had music blasting through said speakers.


The drive wasn't too long, and when he arrived, Takeo parked his car near a familiar motorcycle as soon as he spotted the vehicle apart from the others. May was here already, it seemed, and as Takeshi slipped out of his own vehicle, silencing the purr of the car, he hoped briefly that he wasn't late.


It seemed he was correct in not being too late. As he walked through sand (good call on the boots; no sand slipped into his shoes) and slid past groups of people, he spotted Oreo easily, way up in her... whatever those lifeguard things were called. He saw Grey and May after that, and made his way over at a delighted jog. He tugged on one of the small, colored braids of hair behind his ear on the shaved side of his head, before raising a hand to his temple in a two-fingered salute. "Yo!" he said with a grin and a tilt of his head, his accent audible even in that one syllable. Takeo moved to drape his arms over Grey's shoulders from behind - even if he was a quite a bit taller than the woman - as he spoke."I haven't seen you guys in..." Takeshi paused for a second, a sheepish, lopsided smile taking form on his face. "...a while?" He let out an amused huff of air through his nose, shifting the sucker in his mouth to his other cheek.

 

[Comet]

//Jesse Lyn Jones// //16// //F// //Heterosexual// //Single//​

Smile​

Weight: 137lbs
Build: medium build. Not skinny, but not overweight either.
Eye color: green
Hair color: chocolate brown with lighter brown/blonde highlights on roots
Piercings/Tattoos: has pierced ears, and when older will get 2 tattoos. One on thigh and one on her wrist

Spoiler: Tattoos

Fashion: I apologise that there is so many, just gives a good idea of her sense of style

Spoiler: Clothes

Bright​

(I suck at personalities cause i go with the flow of whatever I think will fit them but I'll try)
Jesse is a up-beat person. She is friendly towards everyone and anyone, no matter how bad of a person they are or were. She thinks everyone deserves another chance, no matter if other people has screamed at her not to. She is always there to help others in need, even if she is struggling with anything in her life, she won't pass up the moment of helping a homeless person or a friend who is struggling. Mannerisms were drilled into her mind as a young child so she would never disrespect a adult or anyone for that matter. She was never the one to "talk shit" about anyone and always saw the good sides of people. She never spoke bad to anyone's face. No matter how upset they made her, she would never tell them to their face that she was upset with them. She would always get over upsetting things quickly and never let anything get her down.

Now onto another part of her personality, she is a hopeless romantic. She's always fantasizing over someone who is just gonna sweep her off her feet, bring her flowers, walks on the beach to watch the sunset amd cute picnics. She was always reading romantic books and fantasizing being with the guys in the books and just wishing she would get what those men gave to their lovers. Honestly anything got her fantasizing romantic things of being swept off her feet by certain characters in movies and fantasy books also. She was a notorious reader and always had her nose in a book when she had free time. Not much interaction with other people, she wished everything was as easy as it is in the books.

Jesse isn't much of a athletic person either. She's healthy, fit enough to not be over weight, but will fake a sickness when it comes to any kind of exercising. Never joined athletics, she was a PE child that avoided the hard work in PE. Even though she loved reading books, she never liked school or doing school work. Never turned in her school work, always late to school, just never cared for it. She did enough work to pass her classes and to go up to the next grade, but never fully cared for the work that was supposed to be put in to school. She wasn't a lazy child, but didn't see the point in putting so much effort into school.

Now putting in effort to find out what she was gonna have for dinner, she will gladly put effort into that. She was always the one that after she had lunch, she was wondering what she would have for dinner. The girl loved to eat. Picky eater, but loved to snack when she was bored. Now with her picky eating habits... When she was little she wouldn't eat cheese or cheese pizza. With cheese pizza, she didn't like it was just cheese.. but would take off the pepperonis on her pizza and eat it that way. She was honestly a child that didn't make any sense but now that she's a little older she's trying new foods.

Tiny add on that doesn't need much describing: she is a little shy. Although she isnt afraid to talk to people, she won't go up to new people and start a conversation. She wasn't big on partners in class with people she didn't know and would rather work on things alone. In social situations, she will sit in the corner and listen to the conversation around her instead of joining in. She honestly thinks her opinion in most situations isn't needed.


If I think of more things to add to her personality i will add it, but this is the basis. XD

Vices: refuses to speak her mind when she's upset or on any topic for that matter; I would say her being a lil shy is one as it stops her from talking to people she wish she could just go up and speak to them; not very strong. Since she's against working out, if she ever got in some sort of fight, she would have no idea what to do; she puts others before her own well being; Beyond this point has been added on: She has horrible anxiety, constantly worrying about who is happy, and what others think of her and constantly worrying about her actions and what she does and how it would affect others. Her mind is a constant what if on every situation.

Virtues: very book smart; friendly ASF; get to know her and she's honestly really funny and has some funny memes; gamer and owns a ps4 so she's big on those games; respectful to adults; just very helpful

Likes: Bob's burgers; any and every animal on the damn planet; videogames; Undertale; Pokemon; cartoons; fantasy and romantic books; big on history class; romantic things; the Bachelor and Bachelorette; Star Wars; chips and homemade salsa; Her dog Sullivan

Spoiler: Sullivan

Dislikes: animal abusers; Gilmore girls; any type of exercising; school; drama; people who start drama for no reason(but won't say that to their face);

Fears: disappointing anyone; hurting someones feelings; geese; being alone;

Favorites: doesn't this go along with likes?

Hobbies: playing games; reading books; sleeping; eating; watching cute Disney movies; binging Netflix shows;

Habits: picking at her own face a lot when she gets a blemish; I'll think of more and add them here.
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Babygirl~​

History:
Jesse actually grew up in a small town in Texas named Santa Anna. It was so small she had to drive 45 minutes away just to get to a Walmart. So small that everyone she went to school with was the same group since pre-K. Her mom worked at the hospital in the town that had the Walmart and her dad was always home with her. When she was young young her dad was always home with her while her mom worked. Didn't bother young Jesse though, she loved her dad and everything about him. She could never notice that her mom was always upset with her dad until one day when Jesse was six she kicked her dad out. The last memory of him that Jesse has is is her standing at a open glass door crying as he left and didn't come back. She was too young to understand the whole situation, but it took her a few days to realize that he wasn't coming back. She wasn't the only one living with her mom. She had a older brother named Parker who had a different dad than Jesse. Parker's dad came around more than Jesse's dad and was always taking Parker out to do things, leaving Jesse at home. Being so young at that time Jesse didn't understand much. She didn't understand why her dad didn't see her as much as Parker's did. She wished she could go off and do all the fun things that Parker got to do.

As more years passed, the idea of doing such things stopped crossing the girls mind and she moved onto other things that was more interesting to her, like Pokemon. At this time her mom had a new boyfriend named James. Now James scared Jesse. He was stricter than her mom and he had some anger issues. At this point in her life, she was somehow always in trouble, grounded, constantly getting yelled at by this James. Her mom thought that his logic was good and never questioned his discipline on her. For years Jesse lived the sheltered, grounded life while her older brother lived his days doing whatever he wanted. It wasn't fair in her mind and made the girl quite sad but she didn't dare mention such things to her mom or her boyfriend at this time in age. She just went with it, growing up to not care what punishments she was given. Didn't care what things were taken from her as a punishment for not washing dishes, she just went with it and went about her day.

Being grounded all the time didn't give Jesse much friends to be with. She wasn't allowed to hang out with friends, or go anywhere for that matter so she really didn't try to make any. Of course she was friendly with some people in school, had the people she talked to, sat with at lunch, but never saw them outside of those times. Honestly the girl barely had a life outside of her own room. By the time she turned ten, the angry James became her step-dad and they had her little sister Macy. Macy got all the attention, at least in Jesse's eyes she did. The newborn grew up literally getting everything given to her. Every toy she pointed at, every sweet treat she cried for. Anything a child wanted, she had. When Macy got to three and Jesse to thirteen, Macy learned that she could do whatever to Jesse and the older sibling couldn't do anything to stop her. Jesse wasn't given the authority to tell Macy no or quit on anything the little toddler was doing. Each time Jesse would try to tell her little sister to stop doing something, here would comes James yelling at her to shut up and that she can't tell Macy what to do. Jesse grew up to not caring about anything since everything she did was completely wrong in James eyes. She started to fully give up on school, fully give up on doing anything to better her life. It just stayed the same for her throughout her years as a child and pre-teen.



On her sixteenth birthday Jesse was given the opportunity of a lifetime. She has been talking to her moms parents for a few years, her grandma knowing everything what Jesse was going through. She felt bad for the little girl and what she has dealt with that her grandma offered to take Jesse into her care. Jesse took the offer without a second thought and instantly told her mom what was happening. James wasn't too pleased that she was moving off, saying she was too young to travel such a distance. Her mom however was happy for her daughter, so was Parker. Parker wanted to go too when he heard that it was in California amd who it was with. The grandparents were loaded with money from owning a few oil fields across the states and a local restaurant that got very good business. The girl was excited to go, to get away from the life she lived since she was little. It was a place to restart, to do better for herself. Now... This is where her story starts~

Writing sample:
Fear coursed through the brown haired girls body as the plane bounced on the ground at landing. Her green gaze moved to the window on her left as she watched everything come to a rolling stop. All new possibilities came to her mind and a huge smile crossed her face. She didn't pay attention to the intercom speaker person talk to everyone about where they are but not like it was important for her. Her attention was drawn back to real life quickly as everyone started to get up and grab their things. She stood up too quickly, hitting her head on the top of the lower hanging part of the plane and earning herself a few chuckles from the fellow passengers. Embarrassment flushed her cheeks as she dipped down to grab her backpack that held her carry on things before carefully standing up again. She looked around at everyone hustling to get off the plane and for the first time on this trip she felt nervous. She had no idea what she was getting into when she agreed to move here with her grandparents. Her grandma, the one she calls Memaw now, said that everything was going to be fine for now on.



She exited the plane and went through customs before she was actually allowed to exit the building. The sixteen year old girl only had two giant suitcases and one small backpack on her back as she searched the front entrance for her grandparents. She only had pictures of what her grandparents could look like but this would be her first time meeting them. Her heart started racing when she couldn't figure out who her grandparents were and she was scared that they weren't here yet. She felt around in her pockets for her phone before pulling it out and unlocked it to search for her Memaw's number. She was about to dial the number when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to face her Grandpa holding a sign with her name on it and, a grin crossing her face as she jumped into his embrace. She felt the giant man chuckle as he hugged her back. A smile of pure happiness covered the man's face when he finally let go of his granddaughter. "Nice to finally meet you Jesse, your Memaw is in the car with a surprise for you. Let's hurry so we can beat the crowd." A huge southern drawl came with the mans voice, no doubt that this was her Grandpa.



The girl followed her Grandpa outside the building to see her Memaw standing in front of red Chrysler, holding some type of white and red ribboned box in her hands. The blonde haired woman had a huge grin on her face as well as Jesse ran up to her and gave her a huge hug, the box going to the grandpa real quick so the two could hug. Tears of joy came from Jesse's face as she was finally happy to meet her Grandparents. "Thank you so much for letting me come live with you guys." The girl said between her sniffles from crying. Her Memaw just smiled at her and kissed her forhead softly before taking the box out of her husband's hands and handing it to Jesse. "This is for you as a welcome home gift. I know you've been wanting one for years now and it won't be much of a issue to have it, so happy birthday my love." Her Memaw also had a southern drawl, confirming Jesse's thoughts that these were 100% her grandparents. They lead her jnto the backseat before she opened the box, her Grandpa putting her bags in the trunk as her Memaw waited impatiently for her to open the box. Jesse took the lid off to a brown ball of fluff snoring inside the box. A look of glee crossed the girls face as she reached in gently to pull out the little brown puppy in the box, the dog finally waking up to wag it's tail to the attention it was finally getting. It started to lick Jesse's face in excitement as she giggled, her Memaw looking on. "I hope you like him, he was the last out of the litter and he was just the sweetest." Jesse couldn't get any words to come out of her mouth as she held this squirming ball of fluff in her hands. She just smiled and nodded to her grandparents once her Grandpa Finally got in the car. Her actions made the two laugh as they both smiled at her before her Grandpa said, "well, you two buckle up back there. We got a almost two hour drive until we get home so get comfortable." And with that, the group of four was on their way.


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[_SweetCandy_]

[WIP]​

♡Allyson Prince♡

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BASICS​

Name: Allyson "Ally" Prince
Age: Fifteen
Gender: Female
Romantic Orientation: Heteromantic
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Face claim: Mishti Rahman

APPEARANCE​

Height: 5'4"
Weight: 115
Build: Allyson has a small and slim build.
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Deep Brown
Piercings/Tattoos: Ally's ears are pierced
Fashion: ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

PERSONALITY
Allyson is a naive soft-spoken girl unless something she feels strongly about is mentioned. Prepare for an earful if this happens. She's lively and sociable, even if you only just met you would genuinely think you've been friends for years. She's there for the people close to her always wanting to help even if she knows she can't. If you are ever in a jam, you can count on Ally to be by your side. Responsibility should be her middle name. She prides herself on being the best at all time. Some may call her a goody two shoes but she prefers the word "hardworking."
Due to her wealthy upbringing, she can be seen as spoiled and overly proper. While she can't deny she has undoubtedly had many luxuries others haven't, she wouldn't say she's spoiled. Allyson can come off as stuck up when you first meet her but once you get to know her she really opens up. The two opposing sides of her are at a constant battle. One side wants to satisfy her parents and be the proper perfectionist daughter they asked for. While the other wants to take risks and explore the world.

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|| Vices || ♡ Opinionated ♡ Argumentative ♡ Prim ♡ Naive
|| Virtues || ♡ Hardworking ♡ Responsible ♡ Caring ♡ Adventurous
|| Likes || ♡ Jogging ♡ Tanning ♡ Sweets ♡ Reading ♡ Volunteering
|| Dislikes || ♡ Cold weather ♡ Laziness ♡ Reptiles ♡ Scary Movies
|| Fears || ♡ Storms ♡ Being a failure ♡ Disappointing her parents
|| Favorites || ♡ Exploring ♡ Competing ♡ Anything strawberry flavor
|| Hobbies || ♡ Sailing ♡ Photography ♡ Soccer ♡ Swimming
|| Habits || ♡ Drinks tea when she is stressed ♡ Randomly hums songs ♡ Talks during movies ♡ Fixing her glasses

History

Spoiler: Click Me ♡

♡ Allyson's history ♡
WIP

Writing Sample

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♡ Writing Sample ♡
WIP

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[dimensional]

Name:
Charles Davis Edricth
Age: 17(held back)
: homoromantic homosexual
Face claim: Matthew Daddario

Appearance:
Height: 6"
Weight: 180 lbs
Build: Mesomorph
Eye color: Pale Gray
Hair color: Almond Brown
Piercings/Tattoos:
Fashion: (some examples of their clothes or a general feel works)

Personality:
Charlie is like a rock song and a stiff drink. He can be dry, but so worth the time to get to know. He's not the kind of person who'll notice what is going on right off the bat, but he always has the best advice if you come to him the right way. His moodiness plays to the fact that he cares too much about others. Some people take his kindness for too much of a weakness. Those people don't realize that at the end of that rainbow is a fire breathing dragon. To put Charlie's grumpiness in relatable terms would be to compare him to Mr. Rogers. And today could be the right fucking day in the neighborhood.


Vices:
-wrathful
-irritable
-hubris

Virtues:
-hopeful
-altruistic
-balanced


Likes:
Chess
Starberry Frozen Yougurt from the Shake Spot
Drinking Whiskey Neat
Writing Songs

Dislikes:
Hangovers
Dirty Laundry, both metaphorical and literal
Standing in lines
80's Hair Rock


Hobbies: Singing, dancing, Dramatic Arts
Habits: Scratches his eyelashes when put on the spot; Swings his arms back, forth, and over when nervous.


History:
Charlie was born and raised in Port Pacifica, to Jack and Andrea Edricth, the second eldest of 4. Margret and Ellen were born a year and some months before him and Mackenzie was the newest edition, whose 10th birthday was around the corner. Charlie never wanted for anything too much. His parents were lower middle class, but they instilled morals and value that were instilled in themselves: be kind, be good, pay it forward.

Charlie was diagnosed with Schizophrenia just this year. It was subtle, but after a huge incident, it was more apparent that there was something a little off about the middle Edricth child. His parents and siblings are very understanding, although he was held back a year due to medical reasons. Now he's reentering school and getting a grasp on things, like his previously repressed sexuality or his having to make friends to gain some sense of normality. Even still, there is a spark of the old Charlie still in there--not that he's changed in any way since the Incident. He went ahead and enrolled in choir this year, which surprised his family. Maybe there is even more than meets the eye about the kid after all.

Writing Sample:
Lucky rose his head up from the table top, throwing back his hood in the process. He didn't expect to see a girl whose personality could easily be translated to being a ball of sunshine. Especially when she just saved him from being pelleted with expired milk.

"Thanks," Lucky replied, spotting something odd in behind her head. "I'm Lucius Drake, but you can call me Lucky if you want." He got up and the duo began walking toward the other table. Looking down while shoving his arms into his hoodie pockets, he frowned slightly at the fact that he wasn't as defined as he wanted to be. He looked as if he was sorta an adult, but kept some of the child-like roundness that seemed like it wouldn't just drop away. Sighing as he followed the ever luminous Primrose, the act of looking up proved to be an ill-advised one.

This fucker was beautiful.

It wasn't his perfect hair or his deep, strong eyes. It was that effing smile. A gasp escaped Lucky's chest, keeping him frozen in place for at least a beat. He then reached forward and grabbed Prim's arm, gently. "Is that your friend?" he asked, hoping it was false. It the fact was true, then they'd have to hang out together and eventually become friends. And Lucky had enough on his plate so far.

That fact was proven when his brother swung the lunch tray he'd picked up at milk-kid's head.
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After getting his water, from the horrid water fountain one was expected to just drink from, Lars began to make his way back to his brother. The poor man had taken to the heat like a feather takes to the wind. Meanwhile, Lars was taking his time to get to him, preoccupied with a girl who had her hair dyed like the clown jester in that one supervillain movie. He barely caught a glimpse of when it happened, but he saw exactly who threw the rotten milk. And he wasn't having any of that shit, to be perfectly honest.

Picking up a lunch tray, he stalked over to the kid, who looked like a grimy sausage with grimier sausage fingers.

"Oi!" he called out, getting exactly the reaction he wanted. The kid turned and immediately ate a huge helping of hardened plastic. Falling over the table and taking a few plates of the rancid school food with him, the ingrate's friends quickly took up to defend what honor was left to defend. Lars tossed the plate aside and took ginga, the primary fighting stance he'd need to whoop ass. Rocking back and forth, Lars smirked and cocked his head, his ponytail fluttering a bit. The two parties would have met had it not been for his name being called.

"Lawrence, get your ass over here now!" Lucky's voice boomed, earning a groan from his younger brother. Flipping off his would be assailants, Lars turned around and began walking in the direction his brother had called him from.

 

[scorpiodragon]

Basics
Name: Phyllis Isis Hendrix
Age: 15 (July 4th 2004 is her date of birth)
Gender: Female
Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Face claim: Amy Lee
Appearance
Height: 5’0”
Weight: 105 lbs
Build: Petite Slim
Eye color: Sapphire
Hair color: Black
Piercings/Tattoos: No piercings or tats

Spoiler: Phyllis Fashion

Personality: Phyllis is not as creative as her mother nor as athletic as her brother, though she did inherit her mother's self-taught artistic abilities and a love of swimming. Not as cold and domineering as her father nor as protective as her brother and older sister, Phyllis's older siblings and mother have always looked out for her. She retreats into her room to escape her father's anger while her sister retreats outside into the streets and countryside around town. Phyllis was always close to her mother and when she died, really was murdered by someone who didn't like her father, it nearly destroyed Phyllis and made things worse at home. Phyllis finds escape in the library when she doesn't hide in her room as well as throwing herself into her studies to escape her home life.

Phyllis isn't one to stand up for herself or defend herself, that falls on her older siblings who will take their stepfather's abuse for the young girl, her father seeming to get even more angry with the death of their mother. While she does not think that he would hurt her, it isn't easy watching him turn his attentions towards Hekate and being forced to watch Apollo defend both their sisters...her father's threat of calling the police on Apollo and Hekate and watching them get thrown into separate foster homes and never seeing Phyllis again serving to keep the older two of the triplets in line and obedient. Phyllis feels guilty for what her siblings have to endure and has encouraged them to leave but they stubbornly refuse to abandon their sister and say that is not what their mother would want. Because of her home life and fears that her father will make good on his threat, no...she knows he will make good on his threat if any of the children disobey, Phyllis doesn't trust anyone outside of her older siblings and her brother doesn't trust anyone around her, believing everyone will hurt her and Hekate...well anyone that is a male. Phyllis tends to stick close to her older siblings in school or remains off by herself, afraid to speak up and attract attention to herself, whether negative or positive, while putting on a cheerful demeanor for anyone who approaches her to mislead them into not suspecting anything is going on at home. Phyllis is a computer geek and hacks into computers and databases on any level on her father’s orders why also hiding the fact that she is two months pregnant from one of her father’s associates, knowing her father will not be pleased and attempt to abort the child along with the fear of prison time for her hacking into databases from a local to federal level.

Positive Traits:

• Focused
• Compassionate
• Alert
• Dutiful
• Humble
• Intelligent
• Educated
• Kind
• Loyal
• Individualistic
• Independent

Neutral Traits:

• Breezy
• Obedient
• Neutral
• Reserved
• Solitary
• Tough
• Pure
• Earthy
• High-Spirited
• Mellow

Negative Traits:

• Anxious
• Cautious
• Hesitant
• Naive
• Weak-Willed
• Submissive
• Steely
• Money-minded
• Venal
• Disorganized

Vices:

• Shyness
• Ambition
• Pusillanimity
• Cowardice

Virtues:

• Friendliness
• Patience
• Temperance
• Modesty

Likes:

• Touring Art Galleries
• Theater
• Doing Crosswords, Jigsaw Puzzles and Word Searches
• Mexican & Indian Food
• Cooking

Dislikes:

• Shopping
• Bullies
• Thunderstorms
• Violence
• Sweet Food

Fears:

• Her father
• Canines
• Guns
• Darkness
• Fire
• Losing her siblings and being alone with her father

Favorites
Hobbies:

• Music-singing, listening and writing/playing instruments
• Reading
• Collects snow globes and water globes
• Swimming
• Drawing/Painting

Habits:

• Plays with her hair when nervous or anxious
• Procrastinating
• Skips breakfast
• Rambling when she gets nervous
• Hums to herself
• Eating chocolate

History:
Phyllis is the youngest of triplets, having an older half-brother and half-sister from a different man or men as well as an older brother from her father who is deceased. Phyllis and her siblings were born a month early after their father forced their mother to go into labor early due to abuse and malnutrition and Phyllis has always been the smallest of the triplets, inheriting her mother's height though holding her father's hair and eye color. The children were born in a cabin in the forest in a small town in Montana where they lived for a few years before their mother attempted to escape with them, fleeing to a little college town called New Concord in Ohio, after the death of their mother's true love Tobias Altman. Phyllis' father was always an abusive man, engaging in dogfighting and underground fighting to make money, his moods switching on a dime but always seeming to snap when around their mother. When her father found them when they were seven, he forced their mother to go with him, threatening the lives of Apollo and Hekate, having tried killing her brother when he was born.

The family moved to Port Pacifica when the children turned fifteen, before that moving around the country, even living abroad in Guam for three and a half years. However Matthew, Phyllis's father, had made a few enemies and why none dared confront Matthew they weren't shy about hurting the woman he loved and controlled. It was the man's undoing...their mother was killed one night brutally and Matthew went after the man, his friends and family...killing the lot of them before moving the family to the Cayman Islands to escape justice...not that anyone would turn Matthew Hendrix in, then moving the kids to Port Pacifica before the start of their freshman year, enrolling them in school, the family moving into a three bedroom Bungalow.

Writing Sample:
A city marked by a series of gates at various intervals...
Explosions...fire...screams...
Figures fighting...ruined buildings...

A pair of red eyes shot open as the violent seizure suddenly stopped, the green-skinned woman's body going still before great gulps of air were brought into her lungs as her bodily functions began working again. Lying there until the last vestiges of tremors faded from her body, she slowly sat up, head turning to look about her. Slowly getting to her feet, she waited for the world to stop spinning around her before turning to the tall oak that she had taken shelter under when night had begun to fall the previous evening and where she had remained since. Mazzush remained still for some time underneath the branches of the great oak that sheltered her from the wind before heading in a random direction, the name of the city not evident in her mind nor the names or full appearances of those figures that had been fighting. She only had gotten flashes of them, blurred forms on the edges of her vision, a floating yellow feather from one of the figures that had been fighting. Though she could not see if it was a feather from a hat or just a feather from a signed bird in the battle.

Mazzush walked on for hours, the sun gradually setting as day turned to night and still she walked on through the wilderness. Her bow was unstrung and rested across her back, the bowstring within a water-proof pouch tucked in her rucksack that was carried over her right shoulder. At her left hip hung a sword with a pair of knives sheathed in her belt. Mazzush looked ready for battle and perhaps overburdened with weapons, given the bowstaff she carried in her right hand and the double swords crossed across her back but she was ready for a fight and from the vision she had, it seemed there would be one. Of course it was possible this battle would take place within the future or had already passed, for she never knew exactly what time period her visions were about.

Her traveling took her across a rolling countryside of fertile fields and small copses of trees, across creeks and fording a large river that had rapid swift currents that knocked her off balance and caused her to plummet into its cold waters until she could manage to scramble ashore some distance downstream from where she had attempted to ford it. Stopping to dry her clothes by a fire, the night was now fully there so that by the time she had doused the fire upon getting dry again, some time had passed. Still the woman pressed on, as if the night was no hindrance to her and indeed it was not, her race blessed with being able to see in pitch blackness and dimly-lit caves as if it were day thanks to her orc ancestry.

Night was full circle when Mazzush approached a city surrounded by steep walls, walls that were complete rubble by the time she got there and smoke still rising up in the air thanks to the winds that blew hauntingly across the expanse. She walked up to a guard who was looking over the damage of the wall, cradling an injured arm to his chest. "What happened here?" Mazzush questioned, the injured guard who stared blankly at her, a sneer twisting onto his face as he noted the woman's appearance wasn't entirely human.

"We were attacked by a Behemoth," spoke another guard who noticed his companion's look towards the traveler. "A group of strange travelers and Prince Horus defeated it a few hours ago."

Mazzush nodded as she looked from one guard to the other. "Where would these strangers be?" she questioned.

"I believe the king invited them for a meal in the palace but he is not welcoming strangers off the street. You'd best find an inn or somewhere to make do for the night," said the guard. "You'd best get that wound healed," said the guard to his companion as Mazzush started forward towards the city.

"It's just a scratch," said the guard in a stubborn tone though there was a hint of pain in his voice.

Mazzush paused and turned, heading back towards the injured guard. "Let me see," said Mazzush, as she set her pack down and then straightened. With some obvious reluctance, the soldier held out his arm as Mazzush took his arm in hers, the guantlet on his arm lying on the ground and crushed beneath the stone. As she placed her hand over the cut, she concentrated on the wound, searching for any signs of infection. Her hand became bathed in teal light as her healing abilities took hold and the wound began to heal, eliminating any chance of infection and closing before the man's eyes. In exchange the wound appeared on Mazzush's arm where the wound had previously been on the guard's and she straightened, the guard winching as the healing took place and sighing in relief as the pain ebbed away. "You're welcome," said Mazzush, knowing she wouldn't be thanked by the guard. Picking up her pack, she headed towards and across the ruined rubble of the wall, navigating it like a goat navigates the rocky slopes of mountains, and disappeared inside the city.

 

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Meet Cecilia Sanchez
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Romantic Orientation: Bi-romantic
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Face claim: Denise Bidot (younger)

Appearance:

Height: 5'11"
Weight: 217 lbs
Build: Curvy/chubby
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Black
Piercings/Tattoos: N/A
Fashion: Casual layers, jeans, a t-shirt and a hoodie make up majority of her closet.

Spoiler: 1

Spoiler: 2

Personality:

Cecilia is a bundle of emotions. Sensitive with anything she feels passionately about. If anything rubs her the wrong way she just can't let it go until she addresses it somehow. She is prone to be empathetic and can be tactfully honest when regarding others. Although she is happy to be a social butterfly she is incredibly private with her issues. This can make her distant at times.

Her temper is nothing to brush off though. If she butts heads with someone she will push as hard as she is shoved. She has been put back into the care system a few times for this aggressiveness. She grew up surrounded with very tough love. At times all she can tolerate is bluntness, being cradled like a child constantly is horrifically suffocating.

To keep it short and sweet.
Likes: helping, anything artistic, banter
Dislikes: chaotic spaces, people not caring, people protecting her unnecessarily, anything to do with her eating habits
Fears: Birds, small spaces, intoxication, abandonment, shopping for clothes
Favorites: Sweets, photography, her pet rats

Spoiler: Bubba and Bean

Hobbies: painting, drawing, sculpting, photography, gaming
Habits: nail biting, cleaning when stressed

History:

Cecilia was born and raised in Port Pacifica to a decent sized family who weren't the best off. She had two older brothers, Dustin and Sammie, and a little brother and sister, Henry and Grace. The earliest memories Cecilia has is of the various house guests constantly streaming in and out of the house. Her mom was an only mother for as long as she could remember. She had a few unsteady male figures in her life but none stayed around really. They were just month long partners for her mother. Her brothers made sure they never got close to her and her little siblings. Of all her siblings she hopes they are okay at the very least.

The sounds of yelling and arguing litter her memories. Her biological mother dealt drugs and eventually it all caught up to her. Her older brothers were 17 and 19, they just ran off one day. The sounds of sirens accompany the yells. With no extended family in the country Cecilia and her remaining siblings were put into foster care. At 12 years old Cecilia cut off all ties with her biological mother and was eventually separated from her younger siblings as they found homes elsewhere. Staying in the area Cecilia floating from foster home to foster home for a while. Detaching herself from those around her to try and protect herself, finding an outlet in drawing and anything hands on. She ate constantly, even if she wasn't hungry. If she could taste something other than her saliva it busied her mind for a little bit. Even for a little bit was enough.

At 14 she was adopted by a middle aged couple without any children. Mike and Danielle. A delightful mixed race couple who gave Cecilia the stability she desperately needed in her life. They provided her with whatever she needed while setting standards for how she should behave and act under their roof. Some of the rules were annoying, sure, but their support was all she craved once they decided to adopt her. Once they actually looked at her like an individual worth something and not just a kid to be pitied. She could only try to prove to them everyday she was worth it. That she wasn't just a chubby kid with a messy past and a sharp tongue. Now she is in highschool and she just wants to leave her past where it lies.

Writing Sample:

Spoiler: Writing 1

Cecilia let her feet carry her through the blissful aisles of craft supplies. Long wavy hair tangled against her shoulders and back as she mindlessly looked over the tedious amount of 2 oz paint bottles. Grabbing a couple primary colors she made her way to the cash register, a fleeting smile stretching her lips just for a moment in greeting the older girl behind the machine. Paying for her paint with cash, she tucked the bottles into her backpack before walking out the store. Struck by the cool afternoon air she couldn't help but be comforted by the warm bundle weighing down her hood. Putting her backpack over her left shoulder, she reached back with dimpled digits and scooped out one of the pale rats which was very happily cuddling there moments before.

"Haaai Bubba, you have a nice nap?" She whispered and kissed the rat's forehead before letting him crawl onto her shoulder and beneath her hair. A sleepy Bean investigating the disappearance of his cuddle buddy for just a moment before a strong breeze made him realize he would rather not.

The world didn't seem so difficult as she popped a stick of gum in her mouth and walked to the bus station. A drowsy sky slowly beginning to show signs of a setting sun. Taking in a deep breath Cecilia found comfort in the smell of passing cars. Stepping on a crack in the sidewalk her hands stuffed in her pockets as she tried to busy her mind with the taste of sweet mint. Bubba sniffing at the smell on her breath mischeviously.

Spoiler: Writing 2

A couple years ago. In the middle school cafeteria.

"Hey want my sandwich? I'm worried you might starve." A blond boy leaned across the table and bounced the Ziploc bag with a sandwich in front of Cecilia. Taking a bite of the sad excuse for pizza she stared at Jeremy.

She had been spending lunches with this small group of gamers. Next to Jeremy was Zack and Kyle. To her left sat Finn. Finn was a dark skinned boy with an eye for vintage games.
"Leave her be Jeremy, just eat your sandwich" Finn said before gulping down his milk.

"Nah, I'm not hungry. I'm just trying to be nice." Jeremy grinned as he stared right back at Cecilia. They had butt heads multiple times throughout the past month. Jeremy testing how far she could be pushed.

Cecilia swallowed the bit of pizza. Every cell in her body felt either ice cold or unbearably hot. As though the boiling blood in her chest stole it's warmth from her limbs.

"As if I'd eat anything you've touched." She looked back down at her tray, bouncing her heel against the floor. She jumped as the sandwich landed right on the pizza in her hand and plopped onto her salad. The table went quiet for a moment before a few chuckles escaped the boys across from Cecilia and Finn.

She smiled and stood up, walking around to their side of the table to stand facing Jeremy who was just a bit taller than her. "Ohhh, is someone angry? Go sit down Cecilia, you aren't going to do nothin." Jeremy grinned as he turned to sit back down.

She hooked her fist around hitting him square in the jaw. Tumbling backwards Jeremy held his face before standing up straight.

"Alright bet." He growled, his eyes as teary as hers. Shaking out her fist as she watched him ball up his own. "I ain't fighting a girl. Even if you are more like a whale."

Tears streamed down Cecilia's cheeks, "Shut you stupid mouth Jeremy." Not backing down she tackled him. Slamming him to the ground between the tables. That was when he finally fought back. Cecilia struck his face until Kyle and Finn tore her off of him a few moments later. A bundle of her hair left in his fist as she was forced to stand.

School security just arriving. Her left eye already bruising and her lip busted as she was escorted to the Principals office and Jeremy was taken to the nurse's. His entire face red and bruising. A line of blood going over his lips. That was the second physical fight she had gotten in on school grounds during middle school. Her reputation has been cemented amongst her classmates ever since.

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Spoiler: Mobile!

Meet Cecilia Sanchez
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Romantic Orientation: Bi-romantic
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Face claim: Denise Bidot (younger)

Appearance:

Height: 5'11"
Weight: 217 lbs
Build: Curvy/chubby
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Black
Piercings/Tattoos: N/A
Fashion: Casual layers, jeans, a t-shirt and a hoodie make up majority of her closet.

Spoiler: 1

Spoiler: 2

Personality:

Cecilia is a bundle of emotions. Sensitive with anything she feels passionately about. If anything rubs her the wrong way she just can't let it go until she addresses it somehow. She is prone to be empathetic and can be tactfully honest when regarding others. Although she is happy to be a social butterfly she is incredibly private with her issues. This can make her distant at times.

Her temper is nothing to brush off though. If she butts heads with someone she will push as hard as she is shoved. She has been put back into the care system a few times for this aggressiveness. She grew up surrounded with very tough love. At times all she can tolerate is bluntness, being cradled like a child constantly is horrifically suffocating.

To keep it short and sweet.
Likes: helping, anything artistic, banter
Dislikes: chaotic spaces, people not caring, people protecting her unnecessarily, anything to do with her eating habits
Fears: Birds, small spaces, intoxication, abandonment, shopping for clothes
Favorites: Sweets, photography, her pet rats

Spoiler: Bubba and Bean

Hobbies: painting, drawing, sculpting, photography, gaming
Habits: nail biting, cleaning when stressed

History:

Cecilia was born and raised in Port Pacifica to a decent sized family who weren't the best off. She had two older brothers, Dustin and Sammie, and a little brother and sister, Henry and Grace. The earliest memories Cecilia has is of the various house guests constantly streaming in and out of the house. Her mom was an only mother for as long as she could remember. She had a few unsteady male figures in her life but none stayed around really. They were just month long partners for her mother. Her brothers made sure they never got close to her and her little siblings. Of all her siblings she hopes they are okay at the very least.

The sounds of yelling and arguing litter her memories. Her biological mother dealt drugs and eventually it all caught up to her. Her older brothers were 17 and 19, they just ran off one day. The sounds of sirens accompany the yells. With no extended family in the country Cecilia and her remaining siblings were put into foster care. At 12 years old Cecilia cut off all ties with her biological mother and was eventually separated from her younger siblings as they found homes elsewhere. Staying in the area Cecilia floating from foster home to foster home for a while. Detaching herself from those around her to try and protect herself, finding an outlet in drawing and anything hands on. She ate constantly, even if she wasn't hungry. If she could taste something other than her saliva it busied her mind for a little bit. Even for a little bit was enough.

At 14 she was adopted by a middle aged couple without any children. Mike and Danielle. A delightful mixed race couple who gave Cecilia the stability she desperately needed in her life. They provided her with whatever she needed while setting standards for how she should behave and act under their roof. Some of the rules were annoying, sure, but their support was all she craved once they decided to adopt her. Once they actually looked at her like an individual worth something and not just a kid to be pitied. She could only try to prove to them everyday she was worth it. That she wasn't just a chubby kid with a messy past and a sharp tongue. Now she is in highschool and she just wants to leave her past where it lies.

Writing Sample:

Spoiler: Writing 1

Cecilia let her feet carry her through the blissful aisles of craft supplies. Long wavy hair tangled against her shoulders and back as she mindlessly looked over the tedious amount of 2 oz paint bottles. Grabbing a couple primary colors she made her way to the cash register, a fleeting smile stretching her lips just for a moment in greeting the older girl behind the machine. Paying for her paint with cash, she tucked the bottles into her backpack before walking out the store. Struck by the cool afternoon air she couldn't help but be comforted by the warm bundle weighing down her hood. Putting her backpack over her left shoulder, she reached back with dimpled digits and scooped out one of the pale rats which was very happily cuddling there moments before.

"Haaai Bubba, you have a nice nap?" She whispered and kissed the rat's forehead before letting him crawl onto her shoulder and beneath her hair. A sleepy Bean investigating the disappearance of his cuddle buddy for just a moment before a strong breeze made him realize he would rather not.

The world didn't seem so difficult as she popped a stick of gum in her mouth and walked to the bus station. A drowsy sky slowly beginning to show signs of a setting sun. Taking in a deep breath Cecilia found comfort in the smell of passing cars. Stepping on a crack in the sidewalk her hands stuffed in her pockets as she tried to busy her mind with the taste of sweet mint. Bubba sniffing at the smell on her breath mischeviously.

Spoiler: Writing 2

A couple years ago. In the middle school cafeteria.

"Hey want my sandwich? I'm worried you might starve." A blond boy leaned across the table and bounced the Ziploc bag with a sandwich in front of Cecilia. Taking a bite of the sad excuse for pizza she stared at Jeremy.

She had been spending lunches with this small group of gamers. Next to Jeremy was Zack and Kyle. To her left sat Finn. Finn was a dark skinned boy with an eye for vintage games.
"Leave her be Jeremy, just eat your sandwich" Finn said before gulping down his milk.

"Nah, I'm not hungry. I'm just trying to be nice." Jeremy grinned as he stared right back at Cecilia. They had butt heads multiple times throughout the past month. Jeremy testing how far she could be pushed.

Cecilia swallowed the bit of pizza. Every cell in her body felt either ice cold or unbearably hot. As though the boiling blood in her chest stole it's warmth from her limbs.

"As if I'd eat anything you've touched." She looked back down at her tray, bouncing her heel against the floor. She jumped as the sandwich landed right on the pizza in her hand and plopped onto her salad. The table went quiet for a moment before a few chuckles escaped the boys across from Cecilia and Finn.

She smiled and stood up, walking around to their side of the table to stand facing Jeremy who was just a bit taller than her. "Ohhh, is someone angry? Go sit down Cecilia, you aren't going to do nothin." Jeremy grinned as he turned to sit back down.

She hooked her fist around hitting him square in the jaw. Tumbling backwards Jeremy held his face before standing up straight.

"Alright bet." He growled, his eyes as teary as hers. Shaking out her fist as she watched him ball up his own. "I ain't fighting a girl. Even if you are more like a whale."

Tears streamed down Cecilia's cheeks, "Shut you stupid mouth Jeremy." Not backing down she tackled him. Slamming him to the ground between the tables. That was when he finally fought back. Cecilia struck his face until Kyle and Finn tore her off of him a few moments later. A bundle of her hair left in his fist as she was forced to stand.

School security just arriving. Her left eye already bruising and her lip busted as she was escorted to the Principals office and Jeremy was taken to the nurse's. His entire face red and bruising. A line of blood going over his lips. That was the second physical fight she had gotten in on school grounds during middle school. Her reputation has been cemented amongst her classmates ever since.

 

[JayEmperor7]

Solomon Grey

Face Claim: Keith Powers (younger)
Basic:

Spoiler: Basic Info

Age: 15
Gender: Male
Romantic Orientation: Heteroromantic
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Appearance:

Spoiler: Appearance

Height: 6'1"
Weight: 150 lbs
Build: Ectomorph
Eye Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Black
Piercings/Tattoos: N/A
Fashion: He generally wears either standard button-up shirt, flannel (fair blue, red, or grayscale), or a white dress shirt overlaid by a sweater vest usually pairs with either jeans or khaki. His choice of shoes are either brown dress or combat boots or also black sneakers

Personality:

Spoiler: Personality

Solomon is a man of a complex nature. Solomon is generally quiet and reserved, an intellectual who is often removed from the present into contemplation. Because of these things, he has trouble with self-expression, using elevated language in an attempt to accurately convey his complex thoughts; he has taken to creative writing an instrument through which to express. He driven by a set of rigid values and standards, he is a hardworking idealist that not only dreams about his results but is very instinctive and single-minded devotes all of his energy into something in which he believes. To compensative for his disorderly psyche, he likes to maintain an orderly outward environment for him to function.


Though he may be naturally aloof and self-contained, he is not anti-social. This soft-spoken fellow is warm and has a genuine love for people. He is very sensitive and empathetic to others, a great listener and eager to help, despite his outward appearance. Though it takes time for him to open up a bit to someone, when he has found a good companion, he shows the utmost loyalty and unconditional love toward that person. He is very observant of other's feelings and emotions even those may be attempted to be hidden. Having synaesthesia, his sensitivity is enhanced as each person has a distinct taste to them and a difference in their emotions can positively or negatively affect this taste; a state of disharmony leaves a bad taste in his mouth. Thus, he strives to avoid conflict when possible, resolve disputes, and maintain harmony between those around him. Moreover, his desire to keep everyone happy, he tends to sacrifices his own personal (short-term) wishes for those whom he cares about. He tends a social "chameleon", blending his personality into the circles of friends he may be with (which causes him to struggle with identity issues). He is very much a calm and collected long-sufferer, an ugly dark side of insanity slowly built up may arise in rage.


His constant overthinking and perfectionism combined with his empathy work against him to create a constant plague of guilt for him, as he may begin to feel guilty about the least of his actions that he may seem slightly selfish or hurtful to others. That is the reason he remains unforthcoming even to close friends (he believes that his personal issues burden that others not be bothered with), or dislikes open praise of academic skills in front of other students (he believes it is indirect arrogance)

Vices & Virtues

Spoiler: Vices/Virtues

Vices:
Stubbornness
Potential Toxic Perfectionism & High Expectations [for himself & others]
Overthinking
Over-sensitivity
Non-confrontation
Personal Reticence
Organized

Virtues:
Idealism
Hard-working
Kindness
Sensitivity/Empathy
Courtesy

Likes & Dislikes

Spoiler: Likes/Dislikes

Likes:
Rain & Thunderstorms
Milk Chocolate Bars
Chicken Pot Pie
the Humanities
Clean/New Stationary
Sharing Information (of that which he is passionate)
Deep Conversation
Helping Others

Dislikes:
Criticism/Doubt (directed toward him)
Disharmony amongst Loved Ones
Injustice
Small Talk
Assigned Essays
"Misprepared" Food (when sandwiches, e.g., are not made in the 'proper' order)

Fears & Favourites

Spoiler: Fears & Favourites

Heights
Large or Polypedal Insects
Backstabbing Friends
Elevators (Alone)

Favourites:
+ Colour: Blue
+ Season: Spring
+ Cuisine: Italian
+ Genre: Classical & Pop

Hobbies & Habits

Spoiler: Hobbies/Habits

Hobbies:
+ Reading (Non-fiction: History or Philosophy/Religion; Fiction: Realistic Fiction or High Fantasy)
+ Creative and Informational Writing
+ Singing (Choral Part: Bass)
+ Chess
+ Net Sports (Tennis, Volleyball...) & Running

Habits:
Occasionally muttering of thoughts out-loud
Randomly rotating his head/toes/fingers into a figure-8
Putting a hand to his (unwavering) mouth when one saying something shocking
Covering his laughing with his hand
Laughing as an expression of irritation(?)
Often asking for someone to repeat (somewhat hard of hearing)
Growing out his fingernails
Cleaning the dirt from his fingernails

History:

Spoiler: History

Solomon Grey was born in Port Pacifica, California as the eldest child of three, with his brother, then sister following him. Solomon was rather gleeful to have two additions to his family. Each of them was born a year apart from one another so the three grew up to be a close trio. At the age of four, two years following his sister's birth, his father joined the United States Army, causing the family of five relocated to Fort Bragg in Fayetteville, North Carolina. Unlike many other "military brats", the Grey family did not travel but they remained from beginning to end on Fort Bragg, a place they could call their home. Solomon's father was dispatched to Iraq as a cook, leaving his wife to bear the burden raise their still new children alone. Only she was not. Solomon was a curious child and eager to learn and share with others. What better person to begin to teach than his younger siblings as their older brother. He kept them occupied for much of the time playing school. Solomon was very outgoing, open, and sweet as a child to all he met. Once, at age six, when his father, simply concern for possible exploitation for his child, stripped him of his innocence with these word of caution, "Everyone is not nice." Solomon fell into tears. This could have initiated his introversion when he would enter into schooling.

Solomon's father would return home only after three years and retire from the armed forces as a disabled veteran in another, and the family decided to return to the home in California when Solomon was eight years old. They first moved to Santa Ana, California where the Greys stayed with Mr Grey's sister and her husband for almost two years. Afterwards, they returned to Port Pacifica where has remained ever since.

His father's return was not the happily-ever-after ending to a sad fairytale. For one, his five-year-old sister did not recognize her father at the door, for her father was a face on the computer. The family relationship was not cold, but generally warm and loving. However, Mr Grey is a very ambitious man and being a soldier was but one of the many endeavours that he had in mind to dabble into. His disability payment only goes so far, so he frequently takes on new entrepreneurial opportunities and trade schooling (for the education bonus). Mr Grey wants Mrs Grey as a 'partner in crime' for all of his new ideas, so she does her best to keep up with her husband, but it is stressful. Not to mention as the eldest son, Mr Grey has placed on Solomon a unique burden of expectations that he must bear that, at times, eats Solomon up from the inside for not meet them with his best (according to Solomon).

Writing Sample:

Spoiler: Writing Sample

"Beep, beep, beep."
At 6:00 a.m. every morning, the old-fashioned digital alarm begins to make the same, loud noises from its speakers. The sudden onset at his side causes the tired boy to flinch as soon as it plays. Slowly stretching out his arms, Andrew lazily arises from the bed underneath him, not holding back an exaggerated yawn to escape from his lips. He slaps his hand on his nightstand to silence the machine and frantically pats around for his glasses. Picking them up by one of the arms, he places them on his face and looks at the window, through which he sees the soft rays of the sun that break forth from the horizon. He removes his covers, slides his feet into his slippers, and snatches his towel from a hook on his door before proceeding into the bathroom the next door over.

The water is warm and comforting as it rolls down his back. Andrew remains in the shower simply standing for nearly a half and house as the steam fogs up his glasses and mirrors. When he feels that he has had enough, he blindly gropes at the shower handle before turn it to the right and pushing down on the shower nob on the faucet to allow the remainder of the water spill out into the drain. He then akes his towel, first wipes his fogged glasses, then dries his two feet before stepping on the towel laid out before the bathtub. Afterwards, he continues with the rest of his body and exits the room.

He enters into the room of his brother, whose dark walls and closed window blinds causes it to appear much dimmer than his own. He walks over the figure bulging from underneath the covers and pulls back the blanket off to look at him. His brother is fast asleep with his phone in hand. Andrew shakes his head and turns on the light. The younger boy squints and winces. "Get up," he says, slapping the younger boy's cheeks. The other boy slaps him back and slides back underneath the blanket. Frustrated, Andrew yanks it off and throws it to the floor. "Get up," he repeats, before leaving the room. "Turn my light off," his brother calls out. Andrew simply ignores his agitated brother and silences him with the sound his door shutting.

When Andrew enters, he removes his towel and jumps back onto his bed. He looks at his phone. 6:27 p.m. He reasons that he at least 10-15 more minutes before he needs to actually begin getting dressed. His mother would be coming down at around 6;55 to prepare breakfast and his father would have just entered into the bathroom to be there for nearly ten minutes. With this in mind, he pulls up his covers, closes his eyes, and allows himself the rest of time of rest he had forgone earlier that morning.

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Connor

• General Info
• Appearance
• Personality
• History
• Writing Sample

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  Full name: Connor Jay Torres
  
  Preferred/nicknames: Connor, CJ
  
  Age: 15
  
  Gender: cis-male
  
  Romantic Orientation: hetero
  
  Sexual Orientation: demi-hetero
  
  Face claim: Taylor Lautner
  
  
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  • Height/weight: 5’9”, 163 lbs
  • Build: athletic, reasonably toned and gradually building some more muscles
  • Eye color: roasted chestnut dark brown
  • Hair color: warm black, short, messy styled spikes
  • Piercings/Tattoos: Tattoo on the side of left shoulder and bicep, and tattoo band around left upper-forearm. Will possibly get more in the future.
  Spoiler: left upper-arm

  

  Spoiler: left upper-forearm

  
  
  
  • Fashion: Casual streetwear, simple and maybe a little trendy. Usually T-shirts or sweatshirts, and a jacket, often a bomber (sometimes leather) or fatigue (1, 2, 3). Sometimes wears button-down shirts like plaid/flannel or denim. Wears comfortable sneakers or boots. Slim-fit and skinny jeans/pants, or sweatpants if he’s feeling lazy. Colors are neutral, sometimes earthy, not completely dark or bright. Almost always wears a newsboy flat cap.
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  Like a cat that plays blues on a bass guitar (he doesn’t play it) - aloof, apathetic, possibly silently judging almost everyone around him. He has a lot of pent-up aggression, which he tries to take it out on a punching bag, not on people, unless they act like jerks and deserve a punch to the face. He's often simply regarded as a broody, antisocial, skater guy (or whatever he does). He tries his best to stay away from typical teen drama, anything that doesn’t involve him personally. However, he will intervene if he sees any bullying or abuse, no matter who is at the other end of it; it’s one of the few things that make him lose his cool. He doesn’t excuse unnecessary terrible behavior until apologies are said and actions are rightfully acknowledged.
  
  He’s not easily impressionable, knows better than to fall for peer-pressure because he’s aware that he’s not living in a cliche ‘80s teen movie. It’s possibly why he doesn’t belong to any social group. He’s an athlete, could easily be a typical popular jock, but he chooses not to be. He's an actual loner. His dry sense of humor acts helps him deal with life, acts like a shield; he doesn’t act obnoxiously immature like some boys around his age. He doesn’t always see the best in people, mostly because of their willingness to be terrible, especially towards a certain person or anyone they don’t really know besides the gossips, and get upset at the wrong things.
  
  Despite preferring solitude, Connor can’t stop himself from feeling lonely, and he actually does want to have a real friend that isn’t just his old teddy bear. He just doesn’t know how to connect with people very well, suspecting his cynical, blunt nature could be the main problem, which causes him to become emotionally distant from everyone, mainly for his own sake. He doesn’t trust others to understand or not judge him if he tries to talk about his issues - the thought of being accused of self-pity or being ungrateful keeps him silent. He’s worried that he’s starting to understand why his older brother took his own life.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  • (+) productive, modest, morally aware, uncompetitive, observant
  • (-) passive-aggressive, especially when holding grudges like a steel trap, cynical, indecisive, sulky, withdrawn
  • Likes: martial arts, sushi, boba tea, his childhood teddy bear (its name is Doctor Sanders), comics, street art, winter, the scent of fresh, clean bedsheets, sunsets, pie
  • Dislikes: bullies, drugs, overly friendly people, smiling in public, sleazebags, social shunning, burritos, constantly pretending he’s okay and has no problems, the “Smash or Pass” game, a bunch of other things
  • Fears: drowning, snakes, scorpions, getting shot (again)
  • Hobbies: skateboarding, freerunning, and a few other extreme sports, occasional weightlifting, create mixtapes (re)learning to play piano, graffiti art, visiting libraries
  • Habits: cross his arms or put hands in his pockets, mostly to warm up his hands when they get cold; subconsciously rubs his healed scars on his waist and left thigh; slightly twiddle the zipper of whatever jacket he’s wearing; hide his smile behind his hand or whatever in public
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  Connor was born and raised in suburban New Jersey, in a regular middle-class family. He is the youngest of three siblings, with two older brothers, Hector born 12 years older and Ernie, 5 years older. His brother Ernie was a piano child prodigy, taught by their former-piano performer father, and widely known in their home state for winning a piano competition at such a young age. He and Connor had a close bond - whenever his brother had free time, he would try to teach Connor how to play. But then by age 10, Connor began to rarely see him when their dad made the lessons stricter after Ernie lost a piano contest, and high school also took most of his big brother’s time; Hector was also busy with college and part-time. To keep himself occupied, Connor started learning gymnastics the next year.
  
  Shortly before Connor’s 13th birthday, his brother Ernie (age 18) committed suicide. It seemed very unexpected; Connor hadn’t known about what his brother had been going through for several years, until it was too late - often bullied at school (and other places when not with family), his only best friend betrayed him and became one of his bullies, his grades not good enough to be accepted in any college, and Ernie stressed over his belief of lacking any useful skills. The rocky relationship with their harsh father is another possible factor, especially when Ernie had quit piano the previous year, and their parents’ frequent loud arguments, mainly about dad’s prideful stubbornness to take care of his diabetes better. The eldest brother, Hector, broke away from his family after college and moved elsewhere.
  
  Several months after Ernie’s death, and shortly after he started living with his Aunt Ruby, a police officer, and her then-fiance Felicia, a U.S. Air Force member, to get away from his parents, Connor confronted Ernie’s ex-friend, who was hanging out with a small group of punks that had also tormented his late-brother, at the parking lot. Soon, it became a physical altercation until one of the bullies pulled out a handgun. Connor made a sudden move in an attempt to run - POP, POP, POP. While ex-friend and company fled the scene (and arrested later on), several people nearby soon found him, and he was quickly taken to the hospital, where he stayed in a coma for about one week. Afterward, he spent the next several months recovering; he quit gymnastics to focus on physical therapy, and his somewhat changed personality caused him to drift apart from his few only friends. He pretty much spent the rest of his middle school days as an invisible wallflower.
  
  During the last few weeks of summer vacation (Ruby and Felicia were married in Hawaii in the middle of summer), Connor moved to Port Pacifica, where he would begin his high school life. Having literally zero friends, he tries to keep himself busy with as many hobbies as he can. He recently started learning mixed martial arts for better self-defense, obviously traumatized from his near-death experience. After being honorably discharged, Felicia opened a bakery-cafe/fusion-food diner (called the Blue Bird Cafe), where Connor occasionally helps around; it has a small stage for occasional live music performances (it's usually just music playing from speakers), and blue baby grand piano on the far corner, which no one is allowed to touch without permission. He doesn’t expect much from Port Pacifica, and he believes high school and after will end up like his last days of middle school.
  
  
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  Connor was sure his mind went numb after the first five minutes since the needles touched his skin. What a great way to prepare for his first year of high school - getting a tattoo without his relatives' knowledge of it.
  
  It was too late to turn back now. He was already sitting on the dentist-like, cushioned leather chair of Joey’s tattoo parlor, with Joey sitting beside him and meticulously inking his left bicep. Connor had arrived at the parlor around 10 a.m. It only took five minutes to walk there from his grandparents’ place, where he stayed during the middle month of summer vacation, and also for his aunt’s wedding.
  
  A few days ago, Uncle Joey, a close family friend and Aunt Ruby’s old college roommate, approached Connor and offer to give him a free tattoo as an early-16th birthday gift (his birthday wasn’t until December). Connor had taken the time to consider his options carefully. This would much more permanent than a Sharpie marker, after all; he wouldn’t be able to simply wash it off if there were any mishap. He did not want to end up like that “No Regerts” guy from the commercial.
  
  Connor put most of his focus on trying to not bite his tongue off. His dark brown eyes sort of glazed over as he stared at his right hand, which gentle drummed on the top of his right thigh, barely touching the surface. The rest of his body felt almost as still as a statue, trying not to tense up too much anywhere, especially on his left arm. Occasionally, he glanced at Joey’s direction, catching the sight of Joey dabbing a clump of clean tissue on his arm to wipe off the runny black ink and light bleeding. It wasn’t excruciatingly painful. Sure, at least a half-dozen cluster of needles were rapidly pricking his skin, but he was starting to gradually get used to the feeling. Now it was just irritating and mild. Or that was just his mind going numb. He couldn’t tell anymore.
  
  “A-a-a-and done!” Joey announced, removing his surgical mask - he didn’t want to risk breathing on tattoos he's working on.
  
  Connor felt like he could breathe again after nearly two hours. All of the built-up tension in his nerves immediately vanished once the needles stopped moving. He inspected the fresh brand on the side of his left upper arm from the tall wall mirror. The eagle head covered the entire side of his shoulder and bicep. The black lines looked so clean and fine as HD, like seeing it straight from Pinterest. It had him grinning like a kid on Christmas.
  
  But after a few moments, his smile dropped as reality kicked it - More permanent than a Sharpie marker…
  
  “Oh, my god. Ruby’s gonna kill me for this.”
  
  “Aw, well.... you can’t return your present now.” Joey gave him a reassuring yet dismissive pat on the (un-tattooed) shoulder. “Your auntie will understand sooner or later. Your grandma will definitely be chill about it - she got hers when she was just a few years older than you, you know? A big, awesome stingray on her upper back.”
  
  Connor blinked back at him in surprise. “Really? Wow, that’s the first time I’m hearing this. Think it could be another reason why Grandpa married her?”
  
  The jolly, burly man standing next to him barked out a laugh. “Yeah, probably. Your gramps is lucky to be married to a sweetheart with a lotta good qualities! Now, c’mon. I’ll put a wrapping around your ink and cover it safely.”
  
  Shortly after Joey did so, Connor gave the burly man a hug to thank him again and walked out of the building. He still had enough time to make it back to his grandparents’ house and get ready to join his relatives for a Cheesecake Factory lunch, which Uncle Joey reminded him to possibly bring back some cheesecake leftovers. All he had to do was change into a looser long-sleeve shirt and hide his tattoo from his family until summer was over.
  
  Little did the teenager knew, Aunt Ruby would find out about it thirty minutes later, much sooner than Connor had expected. He would be grounded from the next three to four weeks.
  
  Afterward, Ruby would go with Connor to Joey’s shop and supervise her nephew getting his second tattoo. So she could feel like a responsible guardian and adult.