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  Carlotta Lombardi
  
  
  
  
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  HISTORY

  
  

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    age
    17
    
    d.o.b
    February 14th

    gender
    Cis female
    
    nationality
    Italian
    

    sexuality
    bisexual
    
    grade
    junior (repeating a year)
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

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    Hair

    Short, straight raven hair.
    

    
    

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    Height

    5'10. And she's damn proud of it.

    
    

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    Skin

    Pale and dry skin, riddled with freckles

    
    

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    Distinguishing features

    A plethora of tattoos and one silver canine tooth. Don't ask.

    
    

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    Body mods

    Origami tattoos on her forearm, a half moon tattooon her upper chest and a triangle tattoo on her back.

    
    

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    Wardrobe

    Very avant-garde and out there. She likes attention and is incredibly creative, so her outfits often mimic this. She's deadly afraid of leaving the house without makeup on, and would never let anyone see her wearing dirty clothing or - worse - something out of season.

    
    
    

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    Faceclaim

    Alice Pagani

    
    

    
    

    
    
    Lottie

    
    

    
    
    
    
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    Persona
    If fun and abandon could have a name, it would be Carlotta. The person who always seems to bring the party wherever she is. Her “don’t worry, be happy” philosophy allows her to carry on through life with a relaxed, carefree attitude; usually either forgetting her problems altogether, or never facing the root of any issues and moving a superficial but simple conclusion. When (if) the time comes to face said problems face-to-face, her solutions are always the product of a spur-of-the-moment idea, rather than a well-thought-out logical solution. She's a fast and perceptive thinker, able to get out of tricky situations by using what little resources she finds herself with or simply trying to charm her way out. Plans are a foreign subject for her. Most called this reckless, she mostly calls it “street smarts”. As one can imagine, this might make her seem like a very unreliable person. Which is true, to an extent. The girl might run from her responsibilities, but her ability to form deep connections with people means she will never turn her back on those who earn her trust. That is, unless they turn their back on her first.
    
    She cares obsessively about her image, almost to a flaw. Constantly checking on mirrors or any available surface to make sure she's always looking her best. Not because she minds what others think of her, she couldn't care less. The only judgment she's afraid of is her own. She's terrified of looking like her old, decrepit self after the work she put into her healing process. Of waking up and realizing the balding mess with rotten teeth and bitten nails had never truly left. For someone as easily distractible and impatient as Carlotta, it truly is remarkable the amount of work she's able to put into her image. The girl is always looking for something to do, something to keep her occupied. Always craving action and excitement, no matter the consequences.
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

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    Positives

    
    Charismatic
    Friendly
    Cunning
    Loyal
    Resourceful
    Creative
    

    
    

    Negatives

    
    Absent - minded
    Stubborn
    Irresponsible
    Envious
    Impatient
    Impulsive
    

    
    

    Likes

    
    Clubbing
    Fashion
    Roller coasters
    Fast cars
    Horror video games
    The drums (only instrument she's good at playing)
    

    
    

    Dislikes

    
    Reading
    Museums
    Churches
    Theatre
    Competition
    Rats
    

    
    

    Ailments

    
    She suffers from insomnia, lung complications, addiction, and germophobia
    

    
    

    Extra

    
    She always carries a mirror with her
    Whistles when she's bored/ it's too silent
    She took fencing as a child, so she's good with small swords and quick on her feet
    Terrific dancer
    

    
    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
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    Ambition
    Fashion design is the only thing that she's truly ever enjoyed and been good at. It's something that she picked up as a young girl whenever her parents would take her to exclusive shows, but it was a path that her family strongly forbid her from following; it could be profitable, but the fashion that Carlotta was interested in was more "out-there" and eccentric than the safe designer pieces that her parents bought on a regular basis. Her family's disapproval of her passions only encouraged her to follow fashion more - eventually leading to a large following on social media. She's also dabbled in acting before - simply out of her love for attention - but she's never been one to care about delving too much into a character, or truly studying a text, and she can't remember lines for the life of her. So, she remained in the drama club, but only as a costume designer.
    
    Clubs
    Fashion club and drama club (though she's there for costuming, not acting). Other than that, she sometimes shows up randomly at different clubs just for fun, but doesn't do much in them.
    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    History:
    
    (TW: Mentions of drug use and implied emotional and sexual abuse)
    
    If there’s a word that Carlotta despises above all others, it’s legacy. And man, did her family have some. The Lombardis were an old and very well-respected family. Large houses, high rankings in politics and the corporate world, generations in some of the most prestigious Universities in Italy, lavish parties, polo matches and of course, mountains upon mountains of money. The children were brought up to continue the family legacy of success and excellence. A role Carlotta's siblings were perfectly able to fit in; angelic cherub children with excellent marks and oh-so impressive skills. Areas she more than lacked in. No one in her family ever understood what had happened with their youngest child. What had they done wrong for her to become such a disappointment? They debated and conspired for ages. Yet no one found out why she’d turned out to be so underwhelming for the family’s standards. It didn’t stop them from making her work as hard as her siblings, though. Perhaps her lack of talent for everything they deemed important could be made up through hard work.
    
    The immense pressure to make her parents and the rest of her family proud quickly turned into resentment as Carlotta grew older. And with age came rebellion. If they couldn’t accept her as the disaster she was, then so be it. She refused to give them the satisfaction of molding her into another one of her perfect siblings. She had never cared much for school, so putting in less effort than before wasn’t noticeable enough. She snuck out, skipped school, argued with teachers, went clubbing, smoked, drank, dated people below her social class (and girls! The scandal!). Her attempts to get her parent’s attention and make them see who she really was worked the first couple of years. After a while though, they simply stopped caring. Whenever she acted out, they simply turned their backs and arranged for her to be taken to some troubled teen camp, or troubled youth center, or religious organization. Anything to get her out of their hair while they focused on their own careers and those of their more favored children. Only, it didn't work. She doubled down, her actions becoming more and more extreme against the wishes of those around her. Extremes, eventually, lead her to him.
    
    It was shortly after her family had the brilliant idea of moving to the United States (something to do with business ventures, or someone wanting her father dead following some shady transactions... she didn't really pay attention and, frankly, didn't care to ask). She'd snuck out to a rave at one of L.A's hottest clubs - eager to check out the scene and see what trouble she could get herself into. He'd been there too, of course. Others avoided him like a plague, with his grungy appearance and horrible breath. Nothing could be said about his manners either. He was rude, brash, aggressive, and downright disgusting towards the other women. Carlotta, however, was fascinated. "Another way to give my parents heart attacks!" she'd thought. He told her he was a free spirit, a nomad who’d given away all earthly bothers and learned to sail away as nature intended. They had so many things in common. Their distaste for authority, their hatred towards traditions and societal norms, and their love of all things forbidden. They’d exchanged names (his was Leo), stories, and, eventually, he shared his secret. The hidden tool that would take away all her worries, all the pressures to conform, all insignificant problems she’d come to the club to forget. When the needle pierced her skin, his words proved to be true.
    
    She can’t remember how they ended up living together. Waking up next to him on the small, humid mattress became less of an accident and more of a routine. Well, when she woke up on a mattress. After a while, sleeping on anything but the floor was a novelty. Leo had a tiny apartment in a section of Los Angeles Carlottahad never even heard about before, much less knew how to find. In the moments of clarity, the few moments when her brain wasn’t completely clouded by the substance, she would take note of her surroundings. From the decrepit mold-filled walls, to the hordes of bottles and broken needles strewn all over the floor, to the ever-lasting smell of vomit and putrefaction. She knew it was hell-on-earth, that she had gone too far. But what could she do? Leo always reminded her, holding her down when she tried her hardest to leave. Her family didn’t want her before, would they want her as a dirty junkie? He was right. Not even she could stand her gruesomely corrupted self, how could she expect anyone else to? No, it was better to stay there. With him. Her friend. Her lover (that part had always been hazy to her. Were the sensations of pure disgust and shame because she’d been with him? Or simply caused by the rats who often liked to crawl on her and nip on her dead skin?). So she stayed. A voice inside her head telling her how disgusted she was in herself, how terrified she was, how much she just wanted to go back to the way things were. But that voice was easy to shut off.
    
    Her siblings had been looking for her, or so she’d heard from the police after they’d raided that god-awful apartment. That was the only reason they’d found her. Leo had left her behind, muttering that he would have to find someone else as he picked up his stash and fled. They’d been worried sick, thinking she’d been murdered, or worse. Their parents hadn’t cared much, other than a couple of sad looks whenever they were asked by anyone outside the family offering their sympathy. Her sister would tell her that their financing of the investigation showed how much they truly loved her, but Carlotta never believed it. Despite her hatred for who she’d become, she had put some resistance when they’d sent her to a rehabilitation center. She didn’t need some doctors and group therapy sessions to share sob stories. She was fine! Truly fine. Now that Leo was gone, she would have no problem quitting. Fortunately, neither the professionals nor her siblings believed her, and she was sent to the program soon after. A program from which she’d emerged a cleaner, saner woman. Ready to go back into her normal life, finish her education, and follow her dreams of a prosperous career in the fashion industry.Though she could never shake what she’d gone through from her mind. And the ever prevalent fear of falling back was one she knew would likely never go away.
    

    
    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
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    Damien Slater | Boyfriend (?)
    They were dating, and then they weren't. Then they were dating again, and then they weren't, again. And again, and again, and again to the point that the entire school is more than aware of their antics. What began as nothing but "sex for sex's sake" turned into what neither of them could ever imagine - an actual relationship. A weird, wild, kind of toxic, relationship. She tries her best to annoy him as much as possible, and she could swear he does the same to get under her nerves. It's fun, and she likes it. Though she can't help but wonder if her tendency to choose someone that reminds her so much of the most destructive relationship of her life will lead to trouble, or if it's a sign that it's all that she'll ever be destined for... oh well, at least he's hot!
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    
    Ava Sanders| Friend
    One of the only people that will constantly deal with the annoying presence is a bored Carlotta. She loves finding new ways to rile her up, and could spend hours watching her rage over video games. So, yes, all things considered, they're pretty good friends.
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    Sabrina Winterson| Ride or die
    The only person to leave Carlotta speechless, and the person she trusts the most in the whole wide world. There isn't a thing that the two haven't done together and not a day that they haven't spent either in detention or breaking the other out of detention. Sabrina is the first person Carlotta would call if she ever wanted to rob a bank, even though she knows that the two of them working together would likely lead to disaster.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    Irvine Cabot (25) | Brother
    "If I ever wondered what my father's boots taste like, I'd ask him."
    Spineless and obedient, Irvine always sought to make his parents proud, no matter what. He craved acceptance more than he craved air, and he enjoyed being pampered and doted after by his happy family. He always felt some resentment towards his youngest sister for being so rebellious, but he had to admit it felt good seeing as she was reprimanded for breaking the rules while his stood with his sense of superiority. When she disappeared, he followed the search. More out of concern of her coming back than concern for her well-being. He loved her, of course. Just not when she was spoiling the family name with her antics. Needless to say, he wasn't the very least surprised when they found her where they did.
    

    
    

    
    
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    Petra Wolff | Sworn enemy
    Petra represents everything that Carlotta hates: propriety, authority, rules, etiquette, tradition, perfectionism, et cetera, et cetera. She sees her as the most uninteresting bootlicker the world has ever seen. But as much as she would like to deny it, a big part of said hatred comes from her own insecurities. And the pain of seeing someone so effortlessly embody the person that her family pushed her to become for so long - the perfect girl that she simply wasn't good enough to be.
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
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• ❛ MURPHY SINGER .
• ❛ JEMINA KEMP .
• ❛ RUTH WOGAN .

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  MURPHY SINGER.

  
  

  
  
  

  Murph, Huck.

  
  

  Eighteen.

  
  

  Twelfth grade.

  
  

  His father is Swedish American; his mother is American.

  
  

  Cisgender male; he/him.

  
  

  Heteroromantic asexual.

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  — APPEARANCE.​

  
  HAIR. His fluffy-looking dark blonde hair is glued across his forehead like he is in an early 2010s pop band; it covers his ears and sags to the nape of his neck, framing his hardened, masculine features.
  
  EYES. His eyes are the colour of a pale sea mist, and his stare is distant, though not vacant of friendliness.
  
  COMPLEXION. White-faced but not ill-looking, with the faintest of smile lines under his nose and a bloom of fading acne scars on one cheek. His hands are blackened and skinned from years of hacking timber and digging post holes.
  
  BUILD. Six feet tall with the burly arms of a farmer and a handshake capable of paralysis. Notwithstanding, the constant craning of his neck and pocket concealed hands seldom make him appear intimidating.
  
  BODY MODIFCATION(S). A singular piercing in his left earlobe he wears a ring in.
  
  FACECLAIM. Moritz Jahn.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  ❝ Lose your dreams and you might lose your mind. ❞

  
  

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  — PERSONALITY.​

  
  SUMMARY. Wise to the assumptions a vast city has for a southern boy with an accent thicker than gravy and hands like leather, Murphy Singer has grown to humour those judgments. As his Ma says, how somebody treats you displays who they are more than yourself. Maybe it’s naïve, but Murphy bears a deep motivation to understand those around him; compassionate and open-minded, ready to listen to another person’s story, even those who don’t deserve it—almost feeling called to do so. He’s the first choice for a shoulder to cry on by friends and loved ones—and occasionally strangers. Yet empathy is sometimes a liability. Internalizing the mood of others, the hardships of the world weigh heavily on his shoulders.
  
  Despite his susceptibility to other people’s emotions, Murphy is one of the most poised and unassuming boys you will ever meet. He shares good news a little at a time, like he’s sprinkling fish food into a fish tank, and what’s wrong with him he keeps bottled up inside; he’s the type of person who, if he had a heart attack, would drive himself to the hospital. Course, he isn’t sure why he has these reservations when he has so much to share with the world (he is a covert people pleaser albeit he won’t admit it), but it leaves him feeling adrift, longing for soulful relationships where he can finally open like a flower in the sunshine. Which isn’t to conflate it with being a loner. On the contrary, there’s a charismatic quality to Murphy—as there always is with the quiet ones—and he’s never suffered from a shortcoming of acquaintances throughout his life. No, it’s a matter of finding somebody who appreciates the traits that make him unique. Although, he doesn’t always know how to connect to others without sacrificing authenticity.
  
  While his demeanour shows otherwise, his incapacity to balance his energy between supporting loved ones and himself contributes to perpetually feeling overwhelmed. Hence, Murphy requires an outlet as much as anybody else. With his sensitivity and pledge to authenticity, he craves release in creative self-expression. After his father presented to him the mastery of Van Halen, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Deep Purple, Creedence Clearwater Revival, and many more when Murphy was six years old, Murphy has responded profoundly to music. Musing over its depiction of the depth of human nature, the purpose of life, surrendering himself to dreams of stories and possibilities. Call it sentimental, but music provides Murphy’s life with direction.
  
  POSITIVE TRAIT(S). Self-possessed, artistic, introspective, judicious, visionary, open-minded, self-sacrificing, fervent.
  
  NEGATIVE TRAIT(S). Idealistic, private, unfocused, emotionally susceptible, compliant, yearning, deprecatory, enervated.
  
  HABIT(S). He's always seen with his hands in his pockets, whether it’s in a jacket or a pair of jeans; subconsciously creates a consistent rhythm in everyday actions: foot-tapping, knocking on doors, typing on keyboards, jingling change—he could create a complete album from these alone; incessantly shrugs his shoulders every time he answers with a ‘yes’ or ‘no’.
  
  FEAR(S). Never successfully amounting to his father’s legacy; that his quiet belief in doing the right thing won’t leave a lasting impact.
  
  AILMENT(S) AND CONDITION(S). Exhibits symptoms of schizoid personality disorder (SPD); cystic fibrosis; lactose intolerance.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  — MISCELLANEOUS.​

  
  

  
  

  CLUB(S). Wrestling, Orchestra (snare drum), Rugby.
  
  OCCUPATION. Worker at a record store and assists with a friend’s food truck.
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  — HISTORY.​

  
  

  
  

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  JEMINA KEMP.

  
  

  
  
  

  Jem, Nina.

  
  

  Eighteen.

  
  

  Twelfth grade.

  
  

  Her father is Persian; her mother is English.

  
  

  Cisgender female; she/her.

  
  

  Bi-curious.

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  — APPEARANCE.​

  
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  — PERSONALITY.​

  
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  RUTH WOGAN.

  
  

  
  
  

  Rooney, Rue.

  
  

  Eighteen.

  
  

  Twelfth grade.

  
  

  Her father is American; her mother is Northern Irish.

  
  

  Cisgender female; she/her.

  
  

  Biromantic bisexual.

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  — APPEARANCE.​

  
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  ❝ We don't get a lot of things to really care about. ❞

  
  

  — Pig (dir. Michael Sarnoski).

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  — PERSONALITY.​

  
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• Nina Kosaisook
• Halley Carlisle

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  nina kosaisook.

  
  

  
  
  

  fourteen

  
  

  ninth grade

  
  

  female

  
  

  the child prodigy

  
  

  she/her

  
  

  questioning

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  — APPEARANCE.
  
  HAIR. Has black hair which is often tied back in a low bun or ponytail. Also suffers from an unfortunate case of bedhead.
  
  EYES. Dark brown, ever curious and ever observing. Has an air of creepiness about them as she can go a long while without blinking.
  
  COMPLEXION. Pale, to the extent that some may even call sickly. Several freckles dot her skin, not counting the ones applied via makeup. Lately puberty's been coming in the form of acne much to her dismay.
  
  BUILD. At a miniscule 5'2, Nina takes up little to no space in a room. A few pounds below average, making her seem a few years younger than high school age.
  
  BODY MODIFCATION(S). None. Not even pierced ears
  
  FACECLAIM. Prim Chanikarn
  
  — PERSONALITY.
  
  SUMMARY. Having had to grow up quicker than the average child, Nina fancies herself more mature and shrewd than most. That couldn't be further from the truth. Truthfully she's easily susceptible, and can be coerced into pretty much everything if it means she can be perfect, heighten her likelihood at stardom, or just garner affection. This part of her that hoped people could truly love her if she did enough never died. In fact, some would say she's a fair load more naive than other kids her age as she still thoughtlessly follows her parents, and was sheltered for most of her adolescence. Stuck in the limbo between childhood and adulthood, it's anyone's guess how mature she is or isn't.
  
  She tends to be innocently blunt, often asking questions that are odd and inappropriate as she mainly had to sit still and be quiet as a child, therefore not knowing how to talk to people outside of her mother or others in showbiz where she can just schmooze or flatter her way into contracts. Nevertheless she does enjoy social interactions even if she's awkward, which is fun for her but not so much for the poor teacher who has to deal with a student asking questions about her divorce incessantly. She craves attention and praise, but lacks natural charisma off-script which makes it hard to be liked by others. Therefore she makes up in merit. By giving the best performance, or wearing cute outfits, or doing favors for others. Anything to avoid her worth being measured in who she really is, because people can get sick of that more easily.
  
  Her obsessive desire for perfection reveals a less than pretty side of her, more than just an awkward blunt youth. She will devote all her energy and effort into overcoming any imperfection. And when she does recieve criticism? Watch out world, because until she fixes the problem, everyone's in the danger zone for her frustrations. This can vary from shunning to snarky remarks to outright telling. When she gets in a fixing mood, everybody's in harms way. Most of all herself, who will be deprived of whatever necessary to incentivize her to work harder whether that be relationships, rest, food, or sleep.
  
  POSITIVE TRAIT(S). Loyal, Ambitious, Hardworking, Creative, Loving, Disciplined, Honest, Passionate
  
  NEGATIVE TRAIT(S). Naive, Irritable, Blunt, Jealous, Petty
  
  HABIT(S). Holds a staring contest with everyone she ever speaks to. Blinking is not an option unless the other party is also blinking.
  If she's lying however, she blinks incessantly and her voice gets scratchy.
  
  FEAR(S). Disappointing her mother
  Being unloved
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  if someone tells me one more time enjoy your youth I'm gonna cry.

  
  

  -Olivia Rodrigo

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  Since Nina was born, the girl had always had a role to fulfill. The firstborn child of a marriage on the rocks, her cute cherub cheeks were a way to ease tensions between her parents. Looking after the younger kids when her parents were busy. Her propensity for song and dance made her a walking advertisement for her mother's flower shop, with people in the small town frequenting to ooh and ahh at the young girl. So when she was the tender age of 6, her mother decided that small town fame wasn't enough. Not when Itim Kosaisook had failed to break it into the industry at a young age despite her best efforts! It would be a right shame if her daughter who actually had a shot squandered her opportunity for a silly thing like keeping her childhood. So at 7 years old Nina made her film debut in the Thai remake of Clueless as the young Cher counterpart. And as her fame grew in Thailand with more projects, her mother grew more and more overbearing, nitpicking every scene, narrowing her diet, and weight tracking. These hours gnawd at the already tense dynamic of the Kosaisook family, until eventually the parents ended up divorcing. Itim retained primary custody of Nina, and the younger children would stay with her every other weekend. Because of this, she didn't have to listen to her husband's silly qualms about exploting her child anymore. How could it be exploiting? She only wanted the best for her daughter. Because of her, Nina could be the next Julia Roberts!
  
  As Nina got older, the demand became more and more. Particularly around her body. You see, being cute wouldn't cut it for much longer. So when the day came that another type of appeal would be necessary to make it in the business, Nina would have to start preparing. Cutting out all the excess weight so she could be pretty. These demands began to eat up at the girl, worsened by her mother's constant withdrawal of place. Nina would earn any positive comment and then she would have to prove it wasn't a fluke time and time again. Eventually she foregoed singing and dancing at her mother's request. Acting was the priority now. Musicals were fine but she'd never make it big by focusing on those talents instead of acting.
  
  To move to LA and really make it big wasn't plausible for the mother-daughter duo as that would mean having to give up custody of the other children since they would be in America. The original plan was for Nina to move once she graduated high school, find an agent or whatever and chase stardom to her heart's content. That was, of course until news of Hawthorne Academy made way to Thailand. Upon hearing of this, Itim gently requested(ordered) Nina to apply for the Arts program. This could be it! This could be their ticket to stardom. And when she got an overseas scholarship, she didn't know what to feel. She outwardly rejoiced with her mom but truthfully? This limbo where she would be both in and out of her mother's control scared her. The controlling borderline abusive dynamic had been all she'd known for years. It had been love to her. She wasn't even sure where her own desires started and her mom's ended.
  
  So when she got there, she still lived under her mother's wishes and control. It was all she knew. But maybe. Maybe she wanted more for herself than to only live for fame and her mother.
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  CLUB(S). Drama
  
  OCCUPATION. A job? In this economy?(Pls give her a job she needs money to fund her fashion choices)
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  halley carlisle.

  
  

  
  
  

  seventeen

  
  

  twelfth grade

  
  

  female

  
  

  the unsuspecting prodigy

  
  

  she/her

  
  

  pansexual

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  — APPEARANCE.
  
  HAIR. Light brown waves left to hang loose and free. They frizz easily especially when wet.
  
  EYES. Has deep blue eyes, in a seemingly perpetual smize.
  
  COMPLEXION. Light brown skin, further tanned. In fact, you'd seldom find her without a sunburn.
  
  BUILD. A modelesque height of 5'8, obscured by slouching. Actually fairly fit though she's not an athelete.
  
  BODY MODIFCATION(S) Double pierced ears, a helix on her left, a trachea on her right.
  
  FACECLAIM. Madison Bailey.
  
  — PERSONALITY.
  
  SUMMARY. A laidback soul, Halley was usually able to skate through life without much thought or effort and her personality reflects that. Apathy was her best friend and her protector no matter what she did. She never put much effort into showcasing her intellectual side, lacking the interest to prove herself as worthy enough to be in advanced classes or academic decathalon. In general, she didn't care to do anything with other people than maintain hollow detached relationships. Whatever happened academia wise or relational simply didn't matter. They'd just leave her no matter what, and her future was already comfortable due to her family's financial status.
  
  Despite her apathetic nature she's a generally pleasant extroverted person. Though disposable, she still thoroughly enjoys relationships, maintaining pleasant friendships that lack any depth and having casual fuckbuddies and one night stands. Her playful nature and affinity for compliments easily hide how unavailable she truly is. She has to make herself that way. Make other people disposable. Because if they're not, then she's the replaceable one.
  
  Though she possesses a naturally high IQ and enjoys academic activities to an extent, she decided her talents were best suited to partying and getting stoned every now and then. She'd have the rest of her life to be smart after all. Getting turnt with a quarterback? That was once in a lifetime. And if she turned dumb, she could still be a sugar baby.
  
  POSITIVE TRAIT(S). Calm, Positive, Charismatic, Witty, Playful, Intelligent, Outgoing, Adaptable
  
  NEGATIVE TRAIT(S). Detached, Lazy, Insensitive, Reckless, Insecure
  
  HABIT(S).Regularly zones out
  Has impulsively dyed her hair multiple times
  
  FEAR(S). Getting caught up in her feelings
  Being left first
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  They can't hurt you if you hurt yourself first

  
  

  -Anonymous.

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  Is it any surprise that such a detached individual grew up in a house of chaos? Shuttled between the houses of two fabulously wealthy divorcees and their spouse of the year since she was a kid, both of whom spoiled her rotten in lieu of actually bonding with their child, she was often left to her own devices. When together the couple argued, and when apart they argued with their respective spouses. The word love was thrown around a lot around the household, from parents who couldn't be assed to cancel a business trip to the Bahamas for Halley's birthday to step-parents who wanted to be nice to the precocious youth only to never contact her after they divorced her parents within the year. Yes, the word love lost a lot of it's meaning coming from her family growing up. They never meant it after all. At least, they weren't willing to act on any love they felt for her. Of course others would say that was much too morbid a belief system for a child to have, and send her to therapy like they did to her classmate Tessa after Tessa swore that her dead mother came back from the grave to informher of her father's infidelity. It was too hard to explain how she felt, and she suspected grownups wouldn't listen.
  
  So she would play the role of the perky little outgoing girl. The one who was best friends with everybody, the one who would be fine if one stupid person didn't love her. It was always gonna be easier to pretend she had her shit together and was keenly unaware of how painful things could get. That meant she had to hide her perceptiveness as well. Her intelligence, the one thing that made her family invested in her? Fuckit. It wouldn't do any good to reveal she saw the truth of the matter anyway. And the less those liars could get away with pretending they cared about her, the better. Detached, no conversation, no interest in her activities now that they knew she lacked big dreams of the supreme court or Harvard Med. It wasn't fun but at least it was honest. At least with her family she didn't have to force herself to not care the way she did with her "friends" at school. Warm and outgoing at school, introverted and detached at home. Her double life continued to become more extreme as she got older.
  
  Though she genuinely enjoyed Academic Decathlon, it was the one indicator of her hidden shrewd nature. A blip in her persona if you will. The rest of the time she preferred to just get by in school and in life. She preferred to spend her hours dicking around the school, goofing off, and when the opportunity arose? She was a complete and total party girl. Anything to feel without really feeling. To this day she's lived in a bubble of cool dettachment never even having a serious partner. Just a string of casual fuckbuddies who she quietly ditched when she felt feelings stirring in her.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  OCCUPATION. Material Gworl

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

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  Lazarus Amodei

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    Lazarus Edmund Amodei

    Laz, Amo

    17

    cis male

    bisexual

    april 19th

    italian

    junior

    transfer student

    voice claim- lobster, boy called cute
  • visage

    height

    5'7"

    weight

    140

    hair

    
    A wavy dark brown/black that reaches just past his eyes.
    
    

    eyes

    
    Dark brown/black.
    
    

    physique

    
    Built like an athlete, always ready for a fight. Short messy hair styled with sweat and lack of giving a shit. Has the appearance of a tightly wound wire about to snap at any second. Muscular from his job and choice of career.
    
    

    style

    
    casual, streetwear and combat boots.
    
    

    modifications

    
    right eyebrow and labret piercing, several lobe- a handful of tattoos
    
    

    face claim

    
    Young Johhny Depp.
    
  • likes

    
    fire, alcohol, cheese crust, secrets, music, gym.
    
    

    dislikes

    
    bathing, people who pry, people that are suspiciously nice, people who talk, people who are annoying- people in general.
    
    

    hobbies

    
    smoking, music, drums, working, writing poetry (would never admit to it).
    
    

    habits

    
    staying up too late, being secretive, writing, forgetting people's names.
    
    

    ailments

    
    insomnia, swag, being mentally unstable, anger issues, smoking.
    
    

    fears

    
    any body of water- has an aversion to water in general, but bathes when he has to and stays the fuck out of the rain. Afraid of losing the only important person to him.
    

    He's brash, he's blunt, he's rude, and he's here because he has to be. Laz comes off as a generally unaproachable person, having a major resting bitch face, and a lack of caring how he appears to others.
    Why care about how he looks or acts when he's not going to stay? He doesn't like the idea of making friends, but will begrudgingly share the company of those who he views as useful, or in the rare case of someone he actually likes being around.
    He can seem cold and distant, but he's probably just thinking about being cold and distant.
    Annoyingly Angsty fuck, prone to falling asleep in class and smoking in non-smoking zones like a fancy lil delinquent.
    

    mind

    mythos

    childhood

    Lazarus's childhood wasn't very fun, but he's in mandatory therapy now so it's fine.
    
    Laz was born and raised in Perugia Italy with his mom, dad, and little sister Loretta who came a few years later. Having always had a passion for music since childhood, Laz would sneak out to watch local performers and learned a thing or two from them before eventually having his window barred, which was fun.
    
    Growing up with a piece of shit dad who thought it was fun to treat his family like a living breathing whack a mole game was a total bummer, and Laz didn't take kindly to bummers to his summer. On a fun bonding trip with his dad, Laz developed a mild discomfort for water after his dad tried to forcibly teach make him roleplay a fish, which was the least fun part of that trip since Laz didn't like seafood.
    
    

    teenage years

    
    The last few years were fun for Laz, from knifeplay, to mental hospitals and restraining orders, to being shipped overseas to his aged grandmothers', Laz was having a grand old time.
    
    Essentially, dad was annoying and bonked mommy and Laz was like, 'hey thats not cool' and stuck a steak knife in dad like a baked potato, and then dad got pissy because he was a gemini, and then decided to die, and then mom got mad at Laz for knowing how to use utensils, and then went to go live in a fun place leaving Laz and Loretta to the legal system where they separated them and shipped Laz off to his crusty grandmother in the US on a restraining order while his sister went to live with their aunt, who also happened to be pissy at Laz because of him pincushioning her brother, but alas- unstabbing wasn't exactly an option.
    
    

    present

    Laz is currently staying with his grandmother and attending Hawethore in an effort to, in his therapist's words, "adjust." But he doesn't care for that, and has a big plan to get rich and famous enough to get back to his sister and rescue her from their bitch of an aunt who completely cut off their contact, and is a major (another word for vagina.)
    Laz works part-time at his grandmother's pizza parlor- while honing his swag skills as a drummer as part of his 'get famous and rich' plan.
    
  • gallery

    
    -goes to mandatory therapy every week
    -writes his sister a letter every week
    -hates board games, with the exception of monopoly and only monopoly
    -guilty pleasure is listening to taylor swift
    -likes cats
    -is incredibly oblivious to flirting
    -has a collection of small plastic turtles
    -accidentally electrocuted himself twice
    -is mildly stinky
    -cannonically has used axe body spray before his grandma said it was cringe
    
    
    
    

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