FULL NAME — malcolm romero NICKNAME(S) — mal AGE — twenty-two D.O.B. — june 13th, gemini GENDER — cis male, he/him SEXUALITY — bisexual P.O.B. — star point, colorado OCCUPATION — budtender at cloud 9 dispensary ROLE — employee
APPEARANCE — standing at five foot eleven, malcolm is a rather lanky individual, though he swears to have muscles hidden behind the layers of baggy clothes. he does, but not as much as he may jokingly lead others to believe. overall, he fits into the “stoner” stereotype fairly well: long, unruly curls; piercings in both ears; smooth, tan skin adorned in tattoos he’s collected over the years from a variety of places, most of which would be handed a health code violation on a silver platter. despite this, there’s a certain boyish charm to his face, soft features that contrast his darker choice of aesthetics—big, doe eyes framed by long lashes; pouty lips; and the occasional freckle dotted across his cheeks and nose. duality of man, am i right? FACE CLAIM — dominic fike
PERSONA — malcolm romero has been a magnet for trouble since the day he was born. while he often creates it for himself, he doesn’t always go looking for it, but a peaceful, uneventful day was never in the cards for him. he can’t complain, though—there’s never a dull moment with him around, and he would rather live an exciting life on the edge than be burdened with a never-ending boredom. the only problem is that his reputation precedes him in star point; people tend to steer clear of the tatted-up drug dealer (legal or not) from the wrong side of the tracks with a knack for getting into things he shouldn’t.
those that dare to get to know him, however, get a friend for life. malcolm is loyal to a fault with little regard to himself. just as willing as he is to drag his friends into danger—for the sake of fun, of course—he won’t hesitate find a way out, even if it’s at his own expense.
not everyone is so fortunate as to be on malcolm’s good side. he’s not necessarily quick to anger, but he has a temper, strangely as it may choose to manifest itself. as much as he loves a good fight, malcolm prefers passive aggression on most occasions, opting to use sarcasm as his first line of defense before any punches are thrown. it usually doesn’t take long to get to that point, though, as malcolm is quite the instigator, for better or worse.
typically worse, but malcolm has always been good at bouncing back.
VICES — argumentative, flirtatious, impish, possessive, reckless, sarcastic, self-destructive VIRTUES — charming, confident, humorous, loyal, playful, protective, spontaneous FEARS — losing the people he cares about, real commitment GOALS — ??? LIKES — adult cartoons, alternative rock music, amusement parks, dying his hair especially if josie helps (it’s back to its natural color for the moment, but that’s bound to change any day now), iced coffee, junk food (extra cheddar goldfish cure his munchies every time), smoking anything he can get his hands on, sneaking into the movies (especially drive-ins), warm weather DISLIKES — birthdays (he stopped liking to celebrate his after his parents died), claymation movies (cried watching chicken run while high once; very traumatic experience), crickets (also cockroaches, and he will make someone else kill them for him), grapes/anything grape-flavored, long work shifts (especially if they’re early in the day), nana’s evil yorkie from hell, yoga (thought he broke his back doing it with diana and josie once and refuses to try again)
HISTORY — when malcolm’s parents died, he should’ve remembered. some people can recall their first birthdays, and malcolm was five, so there was really no excuse for it other than the fact that he simply didn’t want to. what he did remember, though, was lying awake in the spare bedroom in his nana’s tiny house, wondering why this sleepover at grandma’s had gone on for much longer than any he’d attended prior.
it was about the only time malcolm has ever been decent at self-preservation.
growing up without a father figure—or any strong parental guidance for that matter, as his nana was conveniently oblivious to most things he did—made it easy to fall in with the wrong crowd. malcolm’s mischievous streak had been there since birth, but it only became stronger as he got older. sneaking out to play with the ragtag neighborhood kids turned into using drugs and a life of petty crime.
the only thing truly good in malcolm’s life was when diana and josie came into it more permanently. they weren’t the greatest influences by any means, but they were so full of life, a stark contrast to the dark, destructive path he’d been stumbling down. they were no strangers to getting into trouble, but there was a family dynamic he hadn’t encountered before, a certain level of care with which they treated each other. they brought out the best in malcolm, showing him that it was okay to depend on others and what true friendship looked like.
over time, their group expanded, then fell apart again, but through it all, they had each other. even now, they remain close. malcolm and diana took up jobs at cloud 9, the la luna resort’s dispensary, and josie works at the nearby ice cream parlor. it’s different from what they’re used to—what occurs at the top of the mountain as opposed to the quaint town at the bottom are two totally different worlds, and any paths crossed between them are but a glimpse at what the other has to offer—but it’s just like any other adventure they’d thrust themselves into over the years, and there’s nothing they can’t handle so long as they’re together...right?
CRIMINAL RECORD — breaking & entering, petty theft, and public intoxication
malcolm.
code by birth of venus.
IF YOU HOLD ME WITHOUT
HURTING ME, YOU’LL BE
THE FIRST WHO EVER DID
FULL NAME — delaney st. clair sterling NICKNAME(S) — del AGE — twenty-three D.O.B. — april 5th, aries GENDER — cis female, she/her SEXUALITY — ??? P.O.B. — winona lake, indiana OCCUPATION — gold digger/trophy wife ROLE — guest
APPEARANCE — delaney is a perfect example of the cliché pretty girl, her 5’6” height being the only vaguely average thing about her. long, golden hair falls past her shoulders, the shade a perfect compliment to her sun-kissed skin. her almond-shaped eyes are a dark brown, but in the light, they appear almost honeyed. she keeps herself manicured to a tee: plump lips accentuated in pink gloss, nails neatly trimmed and polished, soft curves of her body donned in expensive brands she used to only dream of owning—the picturesque ideal of what she’d always hoped to grow into. her years of being the it girl cheerleader were evidently only the beginning. FACE CLAIM — madelyn cline
PERSONA — they say that some people never change, and delaney is a prime example of that. in high school, she was notorious for being a mouthy bitch, her place as a cheerleader in the social hierarchy giving her the perfect pedestal from which to judge her peers. now, the controversially young wife of a rich man more committed to his work than her, the position from which she views those around her hasn’t faltered a bit, though her bitterness might be a bit more warranted now than it had been then.
arguably, delaney’s cruel attitude could be nothing more than a front, a way of keeping herself safe and coping with the unfortunate circumstances she’s been thrust into. at her core, delaney is a hopeless romantic; she’s always been one to think with her heart rather than her head, worrying about the consequences of her questionable decisions once it’s too late to change the outcome.
she is certainly facing the aftermath of her poor choices now, with no real means of escape.
despite her general dissatisfaction with life, even after getting what she thought she so desperately wanted, delaney doesn’t take kindly to the pity of others—she would rather be hated than be viewed as a woman deserving of faux sympathy in light of her neglectful husband: “poor thing, doesn’t know what to do with all that money; she must be awfully bored.” granted, this is somewhat hypocritical—delaney has been known to be two-faced herself, sweet to people when it benefits her somehow. it’s one of the only times she is—even the people she cares about are on the receiving end of her harshness from time to time. it takes a special person to bring out her good side, and sadly, there aren’t many of those in crystal peak.
VICES — conceited, harsh, jealous, judgmental, materialistic, selfish, untrustworthy VIRTUES — ambitious, calculating, confident, extroverted, organized, romantic, quick-witted FEARS — never finding real contentment in life GOALS — to be able to find a balance between what makes her happy and what she’s told herself she needs LIKES — the beach, drama (so long as she’s not directly involved), early 2000s pop music, expensive and shiny things, flower bouquets (they’re enough to make her forgive just about any offense), romantic comedies with happy endings, the sense of having control in any situation DISLIKES — any kind of big and messy animal, children, cold weather, cooking (her taste and skill-level don’t align at all), opening up emotionally to people, mystery movies with overly-complicated plots, pancakes (her dad used to make them most mornings, and they remind her of the life she left)
HISTORY — peaking in high school is the fate of many pious cheerleaders, but it wasn’t until after graduation that delaney really soared.
while her parents did everything they could to provide delaney with the things most girls her age wanted, she’d always been ashamed of the fact she’d grown up poor, doing anything within her power to overcompensate for what she believed she lacked. by making herself a threat first, her peers wouldn’t dare to snoop around where they shouldn’t—only those closest to her would know anything about who she truly was, and even then, it was only the information she deemed them worthy of.
delaney vowed that she’d make it out of the midwest, make something of herself in the world. she got into a nice enough college on a dance scholarship, but it was in one of her more boring classes—a history course required for her degree—that she met sebastian knowles. he was the youngest professor there, not bad to look at and certainly nicer than most, but despite their connection—whatever that may have been—he went home to his wife at the end of the day, and delaney went home with whatever boy showed the most promise for the night.
somewhere along the way, delaney met a man with enough money to solve all of her problems. she didn’t love him, but love hardly mattered when she could have anything she wanted…
unless, of course, she wanted love, in which case she’d have to find someone whose heart wasn’t entirely stolen by their work, but that was a problem she could deal with later, especially given how early on in the marriage they were—it was their honeymoon, after all, and delaney couldn’t possibly be having second thoughts now, when she should’ve felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
in her defense, she would’ve preferred a more tropical getaway. delaney never did like the cold.
CRIMINAL RECORD — n/a
delaney.
code by birth of venus.
I FEEL LIKE I’M THE WORST,
SO I ALWAYS ACT LIKE
I’M THE BEST
FULL NAME — noelani burke NICKNAME(S) — noa AGE — twenty-one D.O.B. — may 18th, taurus GENDER — cis female, she/her SEXUALITY — pansexual P.O.B. — queens, new york OCCUPATION — charity case college student ROLE — guest
APPEARANCE — noa would never consider herself to be someone who gives a lot of thought to her appearance, much less go so far as to put in any added effort, but it’s no good—she’s pretty anyway. her caramel skin is miraculously clear and smooth, and her warm eyes and full lips speak for themselves; makeup wouldn’t enhance much, even if she wanted to wear it. her hair is long and unruly, curls falling and twisting however they deem suiting with little regard to what looks best or what her mother thinks, but somehow, she pulls it off. on the days noa feels especially lazy, she pulls it back into a sloppy bun, allowing the face-framing pieces to hang loose in the front, a perfect accessory to her many overly-casual outfits. it takes quite a bit of bribing to convince noa to trade in her usual attire of baggy jeans and ill-fitting shirts for a dress, but she does clean up nicely, if she so chooses. FACE CLAIM — whitney peak
PERSONA — for as long as noa can remember, she’s never necessarily needed anyone aside from herself. her independent, driven spirit keeps her moving forward, regardless of what people assume her to be capable of. she knows what she wants out of life, and she’s never been afraid of getting her hands dirty to achieve it, even if it comes at the expense of those around her.
noa’s not nearly as rough around the edges as she pretends to be. her stoic expression and sarcastic way of speaking are only a mask to hide the dorky girl beneath. she can be excitable over the things she’s passionate about, launching into ramblings accentuated by a fast tone and accompanying hand gestures, though it’s something she doesn’t do often—more times than not, she ends up feeling embarrassed for her barrage of often unrequested information. it ruins her sought-after aura of mystery and nonchalance, and she’d much rather maintain her reputation than share a part of herself with those that didn’t appreciate it.
she’s convinced herself that not many people did, but it’s a coping mechanism more than anything else. she can’t risk getting attached to people and losing sight of her ultimate goals in life, losing her chance of success. she’s always been good at keeping herself entertained, anyway—her mind is brimming with enough ideas and unfinished concepts to keep her occupied for as long as she lets them, and if not, she could always go for a jog or climb a tree.
much to her mother’s dismay, she’s always been good at that, and tracking mud in the house afterward.
VICES — cunning, distrusting, messy, sarcastic, standoffish, stubborn, unforgiving VIRTUES — active, creative, curious, driven, independent, intelligent, passionate FEARS — being pigeonholed into a lifestyle she wants no part of, failure GOALS — to make a name for herself without the help of money that isn’t hers in the first place LIKES — any physical activity (hot girl walks are her favorite pastime), eating the sugariest cereal she can get her hands on at ungodly hours of the morning, energy drinks, fighting for a good cause, her emotional support water bottle (it’s green and covered in stickers, naturally), indie comic books, mystery novels with big plot twists at the end, oversized grandpa sweaters DISLIKES — big parties, cliché romance tropes, events that require a fancy dress code, high heels (and trying to walk in them), horror movies where the pet dies, oranges (but orange juice is fine), reality television, the rich and shallow way of life her new family is so fond of
HISTORY — for the longest time, it was just noa and her mom, and there was nothing wrong with that. they weren’t rich by any means—their living arrangements consisted of a one-bedroom apartment with a pull-out couch and a shared bathroom, but it was home, and it was how they liked it. it never occurred to noa that she could have—or want—anything more.
apparently, her mother had different plans.
danika traded in the burke last name for one with more money and status attached to it, effectively uprooting noa’s life in the process. it shouldn’t have been that big of a deal, but midway through her sophomore year of college, with fast-approaching final exams to cram for, the last thing noa needed to take on was a new family, yet that was exactly what was in store for her.
‘family’ was a loose term when applied to the flores duo. her new step-dad was only interested in buying her love, as opposed to making a real effort, and noa wasn’t sure that ‘love’ was even a word in valerie’s vocabulary. the girl was cold in a way that not even noa could understand—while she could be standoffish, val’s attitude was biting, demanding attention yet offering nothing in return. what little optimism noa had mustered upon their parents’ initial engagement had been effectively squashed not long after.
noa’s initial arrangement to stay at home while attending a nearby college had almost been derailed by her step-father’s offer to pay for on-campus housing, but in the end, her stubborn independence had outweighed her desire to be as far away from her family now as possible, yet try as she might, they still found ways to reel her back in, such as the vacation to crystal peak that was promised to be a bonding experience yet was sure to be a complete and utter disaster, even if noa had to make it one herself for the sake of proving that some people simply didn’t belong together.
kind of like the parent trap but meaner.
CRIMINAL RECORD — disturbing the peace (was once arrested at a protest against animal cruelty)
Full Name ~ Josephine De La Rosa Nickname ~ Josie. Jo. Joey. Age ~ Twenty-One Birthday ~ April 2nd Gender ~ Cis. Female Sexuality ~ Pansexual
Birthplace ~ Starpoint, Colorado School: Star Point High Occupation ~ Employee at The Scoop
Body ~ If asked, Josephine will tell you that she was blessed with a fast metabolism and good genes from someone because she hardly works out to keep the toned figure she has. The girl could eat a whole medium pizza by herself. She's only about 5'3ish so while she isn't the shortest in a room, she's def not the tallest either.
Face ~ Jo's long dark brown hair frames her face, her glowy, slightly tanned skin causing her hazel eyes to pop slightly. While she does tend to have softer looks or even a bare face, Jo looooooves to play in makeup, esp little jewels, and such, it's her signature thing.
Mods ~ Probably a few scattered tattoos. Belly button piercing that she often takes out and forgets to put back in.
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@JosiePosieRosie
Josephine De La Rosa. She’s not exactly sure how she even got the name if she’s being honest. Best guess is that one of the nurses who cared for her when she was taken in as a baby decided on it. It was a great name, though she’d always just introduced herself as Josie because at a young age because she couldn’t fully pronounce Josephine.
Jo was one of those babies (around a year and some months old) that you see in shows and movies that gets left at the fire station which apparently doesn’t happen as often as tv makes it seem. As far as she knows, no one was ever able to track down her birth mother and if they did, she never was told about it.
All she did know was the woman smelled like vanilla because the small purple covering she was wrapped up in when she was abandoned still had the scent on it. And yes, she did still have the now very tattered blanket that the nurses had folded into a small bin for her. It was the only thing she really had to connect herself to some sort of roots.
Anyway, Josie landed herself in a few promising homes but nothing ever ended up lasting very long. The first time it was that she stayed up all hours of the night babling very loudly and no matter what was done she just didn't stop. Another it was something about her sneaking out of the crib at night and ending up in the front yard. Then there was one time she hid in a kitchen cabnient for like hours and they had to call the cops to find her.
There was always something and no one ever wanted to even try to deal with it. Apparently, they were looking for an angel and Jo was a wild child with more energy than anyone could really keep up with. She didn't understand why she was sent back the first time or the second or third, but it didn't matter much, before long she was used to it.
People did it a lot. Taking Jo back when she did or said one thing that threw them off. She was too hyper or overly talkative or too much of a daredevil. She was always just too much. The constant back and forth, feeling tossed aside and like she had zero control of her life got to her and she started to think she would never find where she belonged or have anything stable.
Then came Michael and Kristin Moore. They were a semi-older pair who had already adopted another girl named Livanna and they happened to be making some little donations of clothes and stuff to the group home Jo was staying at. They were from a bigger city on the other side of Colorado but had been going around making donations at the smaller towns, trying to help out where it was needed.
In her talkative and curious nature, little 13-year-old Jo walked right up to them and greeted the family of three, chatting them up and making friends rather quickly with the daughter, playing while the grown-ups handled business or whatever.
Something about her must've caught their attention in the few minutes they had visited because the next thing she knew they were filling out paperwork and plucking her from the hellhole for the unwanted to go live with them. And it was...good. Like really good. The Moores' might've been a little quirky and uptight sometimes but she liked them, they were kind to her.
Jo and Liv had a lot of fun with each other and they just clicked. It was like they had been destined to become siblings; like fate had brought them together. Liv somewhat grounded Jo in ways while Josie brought out the more silly and fun side of Liv. It was a match made in heaven or hell, depending on who you asked.
Jo just kept waiting....waiting for it to be too much, for them to not want her anymore, to send her back like all the others. To her surprise though, five months came and went with nothing but fun and happiness and...
Then one day they sat her down and Josie was sure this was it, that they had gotten sick of her like everyone always did or she'd finally done the one thing that made them decide she wasn't a good fit for them, but instead it was the opposite. They wanted to adopt her and make her a real part of their family. Right there
At first, she was overjoyed; someone actually wanted her, like forever, but a month later as the paperwork started to get more and more official and well, Josie got nervous. She started to overthink, her mind flooded with what-ifs. What if she wasn't good enough and they realized their mistake? What if they sent her back after she got too attached to them? What if... there were so many what-ifs. Too many.
With her preteen mind going into overload, Josie did the only thing she could think of. She left them before they could leave her. She stole some money from the dad's wallet, got a stranger to buy her a bus ticket, and booked it as far away as she could. All the way back to Star Point. Leaving behind nothing but a sorry note for her almost-sister.
Sad thing is the Moores weren't even put off by this, they actually still wanted to adopt her but by the time Jo was found a month later, the agency closed that door. Saying that they had been irresponsible and reckless in letting a 14-year-old run away across the country and they stuck her back into a group home.
For the next three years or so Josie bounced around some more, often running away until they finally just stopped bothering to try and look for her once she was seventeen. She assumed it was because she was close to aging out. It was fine though, she just ended up moving into her best friend's house.
Her and Mal had already had plenty of sleepovers and his nana's house had become a safe haven for her on the nights she'd run away from foster's so this time it just was like an extended sleepover! So, she stayed with him until a few months after her eighteenth birthday when she landed a job at an arcade and could afford her own apartment.
That still wasn't Josie's style though. Now she lives in an RV park in town, not too far from the resort in small RV that she won in a contest and works at the Ice Cream Parlor at La Luna.
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Josie
@JosiePosieRosie
2 may, 2018
personality
All of her life, Josie has been described as a bit of a wild card by peers and adults alike. Considering she’s bordering on being an adrenaline junkie, it’s not far off.
While she never purposefully tries to stir up trouble, she also doesn’t attempt to stray from much, which doesn't make for a very responsible reputation.
Look, Josie just likes to have a good time and doesn’t really stop to think of any consequences beforehand, it's not that she wants just to go out and wreak havoc, it just happens that way.
Jo believes in living in the moment and enjoying the adventures that life throws her way rather than dwelling on all that kinda stuff. Who needs to be caught up in all the technical, boring mumbo jumbo anyway, right?
She is a girl who almost constantly craves love, possibly to fill a void or something. She has always enjoyed going on dates, holding hands, passing notes, and all that fun, cute couple-y stuff.
Unfortunately, for some reason, relationships don’t always seem to work out in her favor despite how hard she tries. Whether because of a toxic vibe or growing apart, Jo's unintentionally flirty ways, or whatever, nothing ever seems to last...
That’s okay, though, Josie doesn’t mind just drifting through and having fun when it comes to "love" & all. Platonic dates, friendly kisses, harmless flirting and so on are all the norm for her. She’s not always just looking for love, it will come when it comes, right?
Okay, so maybe she is sorta looking but she doesn't wanna admit that just to get ... abandoned. She just craves love and has issues with sometimes trying to fill voids in her life. With all that said, she has been known sometimes to get a little attached, but it was only like once…or twice...or three times. MOVING ON!!!
While Josie is hyper and way over-talkative and just tends to ramble on and on and on about...well, everything, there are the somewhat rare occasions where she falls silent. She will hold back, shut down, or just change the subject to avoid certain feelings/things, and usually only when she's HURT.
Jo just has good-hearted nature, which has given people the impression that she is naive and can be taken advantage of pretty easily, which ...well that is also kinda sorta a little bit of an accurate assessment. The brunette is just constantly searching for the good in people regardless of others' opinions of them or if they sometimes show her themselves, it isn't really there.
It takes a lot for her to give up on people she becomes attached to or finds herself gravitating toward (she isn't sure why this happens, some people just draw her in without trying). This has been a problem in both friendships and past relationships for as long as she can remember. Oops.
Full Name ~ Valerie Itzayana Flores Nicknames ~ Val. Age ~ Nineteen Birthday ~ June 1st Gender ~ Cis. Female Sexuality ~ Bisexual (closeted to her parents mostly) Birthplace ~ Undecided Occupation ~ Undecided
There are many ways to describe Valerie but nice would probably not be one of them. Her need for revenge and mindset that she is better than everyone else fuels the idea that she is a bitch and it's the absolute truth.
Val rarely, if ever, bites her tongue. She can be mean, especially when spewing out insults. If there are lines, Val will most likely cross them -- sometimes on purpose. For fun or just out of habit. Though she can be really really good at keeping it in if she's in her fake friend routine. Oops.
Val has no problem cutting ties and/or hurting those she feels betrayed her in even the tiniest way. Call her petty. The girl will go to whatever lengths to ruin someone's life or give them a little taste of revenge just for ruining her favorite pair of shoes.
Speaking of, yes they are limited time Chanel boots and she has the purse to match. Valerie is accustomed to the finer things in life and she won't settle for less. She's a spoiled material girl to the bone and you won't catch her dead living any other way.
With that being said, there is a lot more to Val than meets the eye. She's not all mean girl, even if she does come off as such ninety-eight percent of the time.
Certain things and people can bring out Val's softer side and can get her to let her guard down even if only for a moment. She has a reputation to keep up, whether that's fully for her own sake or her family's is up for debate.
Look, Val's definition of loyal might be a bit distorted. Even for the handful of people she is close to the lines can be a bit blurred -- but for those few she will go to extreme lengths to help them when absolutely necessary.
Although, she will almost always downplay it or pretend that she does the things to protect them for her own gain to avoid it seeming like she cares too much because ew.
Anyway, Valerie was raised to be serious. Her family reputation and image at the forefront of most things she does. This means she can be quite manipulative and will put herself first 9/10.
It’s not that she goes out of her way to backstab, sometimes it just happens. Okay, she does do it on purpose every now and then… But so what??? Sue her. You will likely lose.
You'd be better off with her as a friend than an enemy but the choice is yours.
2 may, 2018
likes & dislikes
+ Heels. 90% of the time she has a pair on.
+ Surprises, gifts, flowers, attention of all kinds.
+ Acrylic nails; she's rarely seen without them.
+ Gossip gossip gossip.
+ Shopping with no limit.
+ Gifts and being spoiled with material things.
+ Believe it or not, reading. Shut up.
+ Deep conversations with the right people.
+ Watching the sunset anywhere.
+ Brunch dates in small cafes.
- Rodents...or lizards....or snakes...
- Being told no...she's spoiled. Duh.
- Being judged. Ironic, right? She's aware.
- Knock-offs/cheap versions of anything.
- Sodas; she's not really a fan at all.
- Baking, though she doesn't know how to cook-cook.
- Horror films; she doesn't see the appeal.
- Disappointing her parents.
NAME: Anton Akbas ALIAS: Andy DATE OF BIRTH: January 20th, 1999 AGE: 24 GENDER: Male ORIENTATION: Bisexual OCCUPATION: Maintenance Worker
> SUSPECT VISUAL DESCRIPTION.
HEIGHT: 5'8 WEIGHT: 176lbs
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: The suspect appears to be slightly shorter than average and has a somewhat stocky build. With broad shoulders and a sturdy frame, the suspect is evenly covered in a mixture of muscle and fat, which is mostly concealed by a rather baggy wardrobe. Notable features include a short beard, a "Bart Simpson" tattoo on his left shoulder, and a minor set of burns on his left hand.
LIKES: psychedelics, machines, material possessions, videogames, rats, movies, potato chips, musky fragrances, puzzles, procrastinating DISLIKES: cleaning, sesame seeds, alcohol, arguing, mornings, chocolate, sharing, most nuts (allergic), suburbia, the rich!
FEARS: losing his possessions, vulnerability, big dogs (he's seen Cujo), vomit SKILLS: In addition to being pretty handy, also has a fairly extensive knowledge of computer programming and mathematical logic. Adept at lifting and hiding small to mid-size objects, which has helped him develop a naturally keen eye for petty deception. Fluent in Turkish and Kurdish.
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: The suspect, as per one known shoplifting misdemeanor, is thought to be a kleptomaniac to an almost compulsive, irrational degree. He vehemently denies the accusation and has done well in concealing this trait from his peers, attributing it to a one-time case of impulse. Parents run a local Mediterranean deli. Interviewing officer recommends their pistachio baklava.
> TRANSCRIPTS OF INTERROGATION OF SUSPECT - RECORDED 6/14/03.
> WHAT’S YOUR NAME?
"Ant—is that a tape recorder?" The suspect reaches a hand forward, but it is deftly swatted away. He frowns, but that doesn't last. "Anton Akbas. Yeah, that's A-K-B... hey, aren't you gonna write this down?" A pause. "You know what, just call me Andy."
> WHEN WERE YOU BORN?
"January 20th, 1999. Same day Ozzy made cabeza out of a bat."
> WHERE WERE YOU BORN?
"At my aunt's place in Portland. It was a whole thing."
> WHEN DID YOU MOVE TO STAR POINT?
"Well, the family had to come home from Portland eventually, so maybe..." He holds his chin between his fingers, computing something. "Four days old?"
> DO YOU LIKE IT HERE?
"Doesn't really matter where I am. I have the Internet." The suspect's tone is matter-of-fact, but he appears uncharacteristically crestfallen as his gaze sinks to the table. "Well, I was always planning on leaving, but that's not really a possibility right now, is it?"
> DO YOU HAVE A JOB? DO YOU LIKE IT?
"I perform maintenance at La Luna. It'd be a really cool place if it wasn't for all the kids. Not that I don't like kids, but they suck at everything and break stuff." He leans back in his chair, stretching. "I'm pretty good with a pair of wire strippers." He mimes the act of, well, stripping wire. It's not very clear even with context.
> ARE YOU IN A RELATIONSHIP?
"Yes, two. The first with Allah and the second with this hot, goth photographer chick. We met in high school when some hideous ghost man tried to marry—" The detective raises an eyebrow, clearly losing the reference. "Okay, no. I've never been in a relationship. If your goal was to humiliate me, then you're a sick individual."
> WHAT DOES YOUR HOME LIFE LOOK LIKE?
"Two parents. One brother. One sister. Lots of pickles. And a cat. We're pretty happy. The deli hasn't been doing too well lately, so it's been kind of stressful." He shrugs. "But basically, we're a regular old nuclear family."
> ARE YOU HAPPY?
He maintains a cheeky look on his face. "As someone who is minutes away from obliterating that vending machine outside? Yes."
> WHAT DO YOU SEE WHEN YOU LOOK IN THE MIRROR?
"What mirror? I don't see one." He bursts into laughter; it takes an uncomfortably long time to subside. It's clear that he's stalling, formulating a believably stupid answer. "I see a fine handyman and programmer. Ah, and an untrimmed beard. Shit."
> WHAT IS YOUR WORST MEMORY?
"Uh..." Miraculously, the suspect is at a loss for words. "I don't know, man. When the Broncos beat the Falcons?" Absentmindedly, he can't stop scratching the back of his head. "Probably my cat getting ran over. I was just a kid."
> HAVE YOU COMMITTED CRIMES IN THE PAST?
The subject laughs incredulously, shaking his head. "No." There really was no point in lying about that. They both knew the answer thanks to that file.
> ARE YOU KEEPING ANY SECRETS?
"Are you?"
> WOULD YOU HAVE ANY REASON TO KILL [ ]?
Silence follows. A long silence. There's now a faint glint in his eye, or maybe it was always there. "No, officer, and if I've said anything incriminating, you know it was a joke, right? Right?"
> DID YOU KILL [ ]?
"Trick question: no. Counter: why? Am I in trouble?"
> ARE YOU THE CRYSTAL PEAK KILLER?
"No, and I want a lawyer. Actually, no, I don't. Actually, yes, I do. Or don't. I don't know. Never mind. Are we done?"
Hw'a really good at throwing money at his problems and making them go poof.
weaknesses
Literally his entire personality like what do you want me to say? My guy is a mess.
favorites
Purple
Those really expensive eggs
Something Douchey
Fast & Furious
Alcohol -- anything
There's a boy in the backseat singin' to the song,
Playin' on the radio, knowing he's the one,
Singin' "ah ha ha, I just wanna be a rockstar."
personality
Neat Freak
As in, he's got a meticulous way that he does everything and his clothes, his room, everything, has to be done and put away in a specific manner for Leo to not lose his marbles. This adds to everything about his personal life -- Leo is extremely organized, never losing or misplacing anything because every item has a specific place that it belongs. However, something misplaced or even slightly turned out of place can cause him to get frustrated. And, of course, this doesn't apply to community living spaces. Leo could care less about those.
Honest
Leo tends to say what's on his mind without thinking much about sparing one's feelings. He figures it's better to just be blunt and come right out and say the honest truth than beat around the bush and just hurt everyone in the end. This doesn't mean he can't keep a secret, or lie, or even be a little manipulative -- Leo certainly can, but only if he can see a way that lying would benefit him in the end. Otherwise, it's the honest truth from this guy all the time -- especially if the honest truth will cause others to fight. He likes to watch the world burn -- metaphorically and literally.
Sociable
Now, he doesn't tend to socialize with those beneath him (and, when you have the go of one Leo Kavanagh, that's pretty much everyone), but he can be charming and sociable when necessary. When is it considered necessary, you ask? Well, when someone catches his attention -- typically when he thinks that person might, again, benefit him in some way. Then, Leo is all about pulling out the charming, sociable persona that he's... not at all famous for. He usually comes across as more cold than anything.
Knowledgable
Hey, all those private schools really paid off. Leo isn't an idiot -- well, he's booksmart. Not really smart in any other way and, as one knows when they reach adulthood, booksmart really doesn't offer you a lot in life. So basically he's just got a lot of uselss information that would really only make him beneficial at trivia nights at the bar. But he probably won't go to those because he'd have to play nice with people. Unless, you know, there was something in it for him. Yeah...
Confident
Oh yeah, that's right. Leo's confident. He thinks the world owes him something that it clearly doesn't. He's got an ego bigger than all of the Pacific Ocean (look, literally the only thing I could come up with -- leave me be). He's convinced that he's basically god's gift to the world and anyone who has the chance to cross his path should consider themselves blessed. Part of this just comes with the attitude of being completely untouchable which, thanks to his parents' money, was a reality for Leo growing up.
Inconsiderate
Surprise, surprise, trust fund kid is selfish as all get out. Leo puts himself first and hardly considers that his actions may (GASP) have effects on others around him?! Literally never crosses Leo's mind and he doesn't feel an ounce of remorse if he happens to screw over those around him. Hey, they should've been watching their own backs, right? It's not Leo's job to keep an eye on everyone else.
Naive
He's... naive in the weirdest of fashions. Being raised the way he was -- with maids and nannies to do everything for him -- means that Leo doesn't understand how life works on a day to day basis. Ovens? How does one work those? Whoa, dishwashers are an actual thing? Oh, you're supposed to be dryer sheets to stop your clothes from being staticy? Basically, when it comes to basic day-to-day functions of life, Leo is at an absolute loss and has no idea what to do.
Reckless
Again, this goes hand in hand with the whole never having to face the actions of his consequences and being virtually untouchable growing up. Leo can be a bit of a dumbass. As in, he's the kind of guy that would bet wild amounts of money to street race some guy that bumped his shoulder in a bar by accident. Leo tends to take the smallest things and go above and beyond to deal with them in, well, a reckless fashion. The amount of cars he's totaled? The amount of times he's been taken in by cops? The amount of hospital visits? All countless at this point.
Obnoxious
He's boastful. He's annoying. He has absolutely no sense of... keeping things to himself, so to speak. Look, he likes to rub his money and wealth and how much better he is than everyone else in everyone else's face. Does it get annoying? Absolutely. Has it gotten him punched more than once? Abso-freaking-lutely. Did that teach Leo a single thing? Nope.
Apathetic
What, he's got no empathy for others? Leo doesn't vibe emotionally with others? What a surprise, am I right? Anyway, he tends to ignore people's feelings, often insisting that people are overreacting or are being completely irrational when he hurts their feelings or... just in general. Basically, if people have any kind of emotion that is negative towards Leo, or feel differently about something than Leo does, he has a habit of invalidating others' feelings.
his life
Alright, let's paint a picture: white picket fence, except instead of white picket fence, it's like ten foot tall wrought iron fencing -- you know the kind, with the spikes on top. The kind that only those rich, rich assholes in movies have around their properties. Alright and then inside of that, there's a roundabout driveway. One of those fancy fountains in the middle of it. A huge white mansion that makes any nearby houses seem to just pale in comparison.
This is the home that Leonardo Winston Kavanagh was born into.
He was raised about how one would expect from such a fancy family -- and the Kavanaghs were fancy. His dad owned a series of banks throughout New York. Who knew that tacking on needless charges and having such a high interest rate on loans could be such a lucrative business?
Anyway, Leo never really went without growing up. However, he was kept at an arm's length form his parents. He was raised by a series of nannies -- because his father's rather vile temper combined with his mother's habit of overreacting to the smallest of things -- meant that nearly every week, there was a new hardly vetted nanny being brought into the mansion to care for Leo. Not like it was too bad, though, you know? Anything he asked for, he got. He never went hungry. Could've been a worse life.
When Leo hit high school, he started to get in with the wrong crowd. This is where the drugs come in, guys. That's right. It started off with just weed, but Leo started trying harder and harder drugs. Good times.
Of course, after one near scandal where he was caught street racing (oh yeah, he street races -- he's a real baddie) while high, his parents forced him into rehab. Boohoo. Soo fun. Anyway, he's been... clean for a while. Kind of. And once he was released, his parents decided that he needed to kind of take on more weight and more responsibility, which is when he became the CEO of a bougie startup -- which he promptly ran into the ground. Live and learn!
So, well, he started assisting his dad at a couple banks that his family owns and that he definitely doesn't just so happen to be embezzling money from.
And then he met Rhea, and she was hot, and he was hot, and his parents were all "what are you doing with your life?" And he was all "dating a hot woman?" Except dating only lasted for so long, until they pushed for more.
Yawn, boring, they got married. Woo?
And now they're on a honeymoon or something -- who knows, Leo's been coasting and high for the last two months.
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She'll literally like follow anyone anywhere because she assumes the best.
favorites
All of them
Not ramen
Probably something from Barbie
Also Barbie
Juice
There's a boy in the backseat singin' to the song,
Playin' on the radio, knowing he's the one,
Singin' "ah ha ha, I just wanna be a rockstar."
personality
I'll do this tomorrow.
her life
will also be added tomorrow
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