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[ ONE ] as stated in the interest check, i don't have a cap on characters YET. We'll see how this goes in the beginning while we plot and get more hype for the rp as a whole. i will say, once we get into the rp, i will make a hard cutoff for new character creation. i'm not sure when exactly and i'll be sure to let everyone know when i decide; i just wanted to make sure y'all know what's zoomin through my brain

[ TWO ] once again, diversity is encouraged! bring in people of all different backgrounds, ethnicity, sexuality, gender expression, all that jazz! again, i just ask that we do our best to keep genders even. it doesn't have to be an exact 1:1 ratio, but if you see there's a LOT of femme-presenting characters, bring in a masc-presenting character!

[ THREE ] the age range for this group of singles is 23-28

[ FOUR ] realistic fcs! and please someone who is well known and has celebrity status! Not just a random cosplayer or person from tiktok. I'm talking actors, musicians, models, etc.


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    full name

    January Michelle Quinten






    nicknames

    Jan is what her name always gets shortened to






    age

    24






    d.o.b.

    January 19th






    p.o.b.

    Bakersfield, California






    gender

    Cisgender female (she/her)






    sexuality

    Bisexual biromantic, masc preference






    occupation

    Musician


















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    height

    5'5"






    hair

    Jan's hair is naturally a medium chocolate brown. Throughout her life, she's gotten golden blonde highlights, so her hair looks lighter brown than it's natural shade. Also on the thicker side, her hair has just a small bit of a wave to it.






    eyes

    From a distance, Jan's eyes appear to be the same shade as her natural hair color, but only you get up close and look in the sunlight can you see the slightest hint of green intermingled, giving a lighter hazel tint to her eyes.






    body modifications

    Jan has a few tattoos, most she doesn't try to hide, but there's one she's been wanting to get removed for a while.






    dist. features

    Jan's most distinguishing feature is, without a doubt, her smile. It lights up a room and tends to bring smiles to everyone else's face.






    wardrobe style

    Jan uses the line between comfort and chic as a jump rope. She knows her style, and she knows what looks good on her. Most days she dresses casually, still putting in effort to make sure her casual looks good. But there are days where she shocks everyone with how well she cleans up and glams out.



































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    MBTI
    INFP, the Mediator

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    2w1, the Companion

    zodiac
    Capricorn ☼ Leo ☾ Gemini ↑


    Simply put, January Quinten is incredibly anxious and insecure. The life she's lived has looked wonderful on the outside, but in reality she's been dealt her fair share of trauma. However, her trauma doesn't hold her back from being an absolute sweetheart. Part of her doesn't want people to know what she's been through, she doesn't want people to pity her or draw any extra attention to herself; but at her core, her first instinct is to help people. No matter how reserved she may appear, Jan's first instinct is always to give a smile, a wave and a sweet "how was your day?". Most days her anxiety doesn't rule her, she's learned many effective methods for coping with it, but it's still left its footprints in her life; She's nervous about many different things, she's incredibly insecure about herself and is secretly convinced everyone hates her, so she tends to keep her head down and focus on herself instead.

    But Jan is not her anxiety. In fact, even though it might take her some time to not 100% believe someone dislikes her, once she comes to terms with it, she puts her entire heart into her friendships. With such a huge, lovely sense of friendship, Jan makes for an amazing friend to have in your corner. She may be introverted, but she loves being around her friends; they make her happy! All she wants to do is return that happiness to them. With the constant backseat mindset that everyone always hates her, she just wants to prove that she's worth something; Deep down, she believes she's worthless.



    virtues
    Caring: While most may not immediately see it, January cares tremendously about so many things but mostly her friends. She takes every chance and opportunity to tell them she loves them and asks how they are and reminds them she is there and they are wanted. But her caring nature expands far beyond her friendship. Jan will go out of her way to help and take care of someone she needs in need, big or small. If she sees an animal hurt and alone, she'll derail her whole day to help take care of them and get them to an animal hospital. If she sees a group of friends struggling to get a good picture, she'll immediately go out of her way to offer her services. This is her one overdrive to her introverted and anxious tendencies, they take a back seat when she sees someone in need.

    Passionate: January is one of the most passionate people she's ever met. She gives her entire heart to any and every project of hers. Not just her music but when she cooks or bakes, when she plans a party for a friend, when she goes gift shopping. She feels so strongly and so deeply about everything she does, which also leads her to get a little more invested in certain situations more so than she'd like, but she wouldn't give it up for the world.

    Loyal: Never has Jan ever backstabbed a friend for personal gain. She's never backstabbed a friend for any reason whatsoever. When Jan forms that connection with someone and they have both entered that relationship, she will fight for them tooth and nail. She'll be their greatest defender, their loudest advocate, and will take all their secrets to the grave.


    vices
    Stubborn: There is one thing about Jan, is that if she doesn't want to do something, no one can make her do it. This is a massive conflict with her people-pleasing tendencies, which further worsens her anxiety, but she'll always stand up for herself even if she's shaking and crying. She's been determined to not let her anxiety rule her life and is determined to live how she wants. She's just got a lot of work to do to have some confidence in that.

    Insecure: Jan is VERY insecure. She's always silently looking for validation from others, doing her best not to make it obvious. It's one of the driving forces behind her caring and loyal natures. January believes if she can be a "good enough" friend, then she'll prove she has worth. One of her biggest fears is not having anything to pin her worth to; She doesn't believe that her, existing, is enough to prove worth.

    Sensitive: Working in tandem with her insecurity, Jan is very sensitive. Specifically when it comes to anything she perceives as rejection or criticism. She's aware that she's a bit of a "baby", and she's been working on it her whole life, and she's gotten to a place where she lets the sensitivity hit her in private. However, no matter how much she stuffs down to "forget", who knows when it'll be too much, causing her to pop.















    likes


    rainy days, cloudy weather, music, dogs, button pins, stickers, journals, the forrest, mountain scenery, winter, snow, dystopian novels + movies, chocolate ice cream, christmas time, star gazing, cooking, staying in her pjs all day, good movies meant for kids, musicals, light makeup, key changes, car rides along the scenic route,








    dislikes


    hot weather, horror movies, bugs, smooth jazz, glitter, cheesy music, lip gloss, most seafood, the ocean, predictable romances/bad romance troupes, death metal, minimalism, writers block, unhealthy relationships in tv/movies, revealing and restrictive clothes








    hobbies


    Singing, writing music, journalling, & dancing








    audition reason


    Jan's agency "pushed" her to send in an audition video for the show. They figured it'd be a better way to get more listeners.
















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    childhood



    GENERAL CONTENT WARNING;; MENTIONS OF PHYSICAL + S*XUAL ABUSE

    January Michelle Quinten was born to Amber and Henry Quinten on January 19th, making their family of three into a family of four. With an elder son, Kendrick, the Quinten family was just as regular as your typical family! If you would regard typical to mean being filthy rich and living in California, then yes they were absolutely a totally typical family. Both Quinten parents had exceedingly successful and ludicrous careers that helped aide in the growing fortune of their family. Amber was a brilliant and innovative neurosurgeon who had been shaping the face of medicine for the past 25 years, and Henry was the founder and acting CEO of his own insurance company that he started straight out of college.

    Most parents and guardians do their best to encourage their children to take up a "stable" and "reliable" career for their life; attempt to steer them away from careers such as "the arts" like being a musician. Careers such as these have a low promise of being successful and nobody wants to financially support their child through a failed career attempt. However, with the financial stability that the Quintens had secured long before January's birth, they were not most families. Amber and Henry were recognized how privileged they were, in fact it had always been their plan to make sure their children would never have to worry about money; that they could pursue whatever career they wanted and felt passion for. If the Quinten children wanted to go into the business of selling rocks? They'd still be set for life. So when January began showing interest and talent in songwriting, producing and performing music, she was only met with support and encouragement. It was easy for her parents to so readily support her, since Kendrick was already lined up to "inherit" his father's company. They had one child they knew would be successful and the other who they could whole heartedly support through her journey. Everything was going so well, right?

    Not entirely. With a brother four years older than here, there was a bit of a relationship gap. Jan and Kendrick were not as close as most siblings were growing up. There was no hanging out, no bonding time, not even some teasing between the two. It was like their sibling relationship was only ever all of the bad things all other siblings went through. However, Jan was determined to make the best of it and work towards a good sibling relationship; What kind of brother could hate his sister so much for their whole upbringing?

    Kendrick. That's who could. Kendrick, for one reason or another, never wanted anything to do with January. His actions and words towards here were always brimming with hate, and there were even days where he would simply not acknowledge her presence. For the longest time, Jan assumed that's how brothers treated their little sisters, so she stuck to her guns. She continued trying to bond with her brother over something, anything really. Attempts such as trying to watch his movies and tv shows with him, trying to learn the kinds of video and card games he liked, even trying to ask for help on her homework all fell short. Instead of fostering an environment for which he would want to befriend his sister, it infuriated him. Through Kendrick's eyes, January was the baby of the family, the Quinten child who could do whatever she wanted with no consequences and no backlash from their parents. Kendrick blamed Jan for himself being "forced" into working with their father and being trained to take over the company.

    The hate towards his littler sister only grew over time. One day, when January and Kendrick were 14 and 18, they got into an incredibly heated argument. Jan vaguely recalled the argument, something along the lines of herself finally spilling over and calling out her brother for being so rude and never caring about their family. Kendrick responded that he DID care about their family, just not about her.


    SPECIFIC TRIGGER WARNING HERE;; VIOLENCE, S.A.:
    The argument only escalated from there; Voices grew in volume, more and more before Kendrick threw the first blow. Closed fist, directly to her cheek, the whole shabang. Jan cowered in fear after receiving the hit, and something in Kendrick clicked; like a lightbulb that illuminated a horrifying and disturbing fantasy of his. Right in front of him was this girl, crying and cowering in fear, trying to move away from him & all Kendrick could think about was how she resembled a scared animal and Kendrick was on the hunt. Without much more thought, he grabbed her wrists with one of his hands and pinned her to the wall. The other hand was roaming her body, doing whatever he wanted. Jan relentlessly tried screaming for help, but it was no use. Their parents were gone for a few weeks on a trip, and with how often Kendrick and Jan bickered, the maids never minded them yelling. To them, it was a normal occurrence.

    And that was just the start. For the rest of their parents absence, it continued. Whenever Kendrick wanted, he would physically subdue Jan however possible and have his way with her. She felt like she was trapped in hell. Kendrick was getting high with the power of seeing someone completely helpless under him. It happened several times a day, no matter how safe she thought she was in her own room. She tried to leave the house, but she never had anywhere to go & if Kendrick ever caught her trying to "escape", he would unleash his own hell on her. As the day drew closer that their parents would come back, Kendrick continued violating and beating her worse and worse.
    SPECIFIC TRIGGER WARNING OVER:

    But finally, Jan snapped. She had never had so much rage and anger built up inside of her before. There was something about constantly being wronged and ridiculed and violated just for trying to befriend her own brother. The next time she laid eyes on her brother, she lost it. Now it was Jan who had their sibling pinned and unable to move. Fists were flying, but only hers were landing. She aimed for his face, his throat, his torso, anywhere that would cause him pain. There were many times were Jan swore she heard bones cracking but she honestly couldn't tell if it was her's or Kendrick's.

    Of course, to the bad luck of January, her parents came home to Kendrick's rescue. It took quite some time for Amber and Henry to pull January off their son, but it didn't stop anything. January was a sobbing mess with bloody knuckles and Kendrick was covered in blood and bruises. Amber and Henry didn't even have a chance to ask what was wrong because Jan just word vomit everything that her brother had done to her for the past month. No matter how much her mother held her and attempted to calm her down, Jan was inconsolable.

    Sadly, her parents were split. Amber immediately sided with her daughter. She held Jan tight, stroked her hair, told her that she wouldn't let her go and that she wouldn't let anything else happen to her. As she helped Jan ice her knuckles, she tried convincing her husband to call the police because their son needed to be arrested immediately. She was quick to bring up his history of violence towards women at school, something Jan had no idea about. However, Henry seemed eerily calm. He was nowhere as infuriated as Amber was. Henry brought up how he wanted to pass down the insurance company to Kendrick, to make sure it was kept in the Quinten family. There was no way that would be possible if his son was locked up for domestic violence. When Amber began fighting back saying they needed to protect their daughter, Henry calmly stated that if they went to the police about Kendrick, Henry and his lawyer would make sure they would open fire on January, saying her beating was uncalled for and he would make sure he got as much a punishment as Kendrick would.

    Basically, the entire thing was swept under the rug. Amber left Henry, not officially divorcing but they basically split. She took January far away from her brother and her father, somewhere she could never be hurt by them again. Jan knew that as soon as she went off to college, they would officially file for divorce.

    Amber moved with her daughter to Vermont, where she grew up. Clear across the country from California was hopefully far enough away from Henry and Kendrick and a massive upgrade from California. Jan was enrolled in a regular ol public high school, and suffered a massive anxiety attack on the first day. Those fun little ice breakers have always been anxiety-inducing. But this particular ice breakers had students sharing about their families. Jan lovingly brought up her mom and how they had just moved to Vermont, when some insensitive jerk brought up "where's your dad?" One thing led to another and Jan ran out of the classroom, down the hall to the nearest bathroom, crying and struggling to breathe. Amber was called to come pick up her daughter, and Jan immediately earned her reputation as "that girl" at school.









    adolescence



    After a few months, Jan and her mom were more settled in Vermont and all was well. Shortly after her first day of school incident, Amber took her daughter to a psychiatrist to check in about her anxiety attack. It was there where Jan was diagnosed with PTSD. Not entirely Generalized Anxiety Disorder, since her attacks seemed to be brought on when her trauma was brought up. But, she was prescribed some medicine that would help Jan not be so on edge at all times, and Amber never once shamed her daughter about anything.

    As the two settled in more to their new life, Jan started liking her school more and more. She found herself in all advanced placement classes and in a friend group of her classmates. She even started dating her first boyfriend, Gentry. The football jock that was actually sweet and smart, as he was enrolled in all the same AP and honor classes as Jan. How he asked her to be his girlfriend seemed to be straight out of a rom com. All of Jan's friends wanted to go to their first Homecoming dance in a group, but Gentry ended up "Prom-posing" to Jan and asked her to be his official girlfriend.

    The two were the perfect romcom couple. Gentry was the perfect boyfriend to Jan; took her on the sweetest and most thoughtful dates, supported each and every one of her musical endeavors, he would even lend her his varsity jacket on game days. There were multiple occasions where Gentry would sneak into the choir room just to listen to his girlfriend singing. Everyone thought they were the perfect couple, which was only further solidified when Gentry encouraged Jan to apply for a nearby Fine Arts Academy.

    There was a lot of convincing involved, but Jan finally went through with sending in her application to MFAA (Montpelier Fine Arts Academy). Gentry immediately began bragging to everyone that he was dating the next top popstar in America. Friends, teammates, coaches and even teachers couldn't stop him from gushing about how he would be the first person to buy a ticket to each and every one of her concerts.

    So when she got rejected, she thought she could seek comfort in the arms of her loving and supportive boyfriend.

    Nope. She was met with a text message detailing their breakup.

    When Jan applied to MFAA, Gentry said that they would open her acceptance letter together. When they met up to do so, Gentry began spouting off about how some college scouts had been in communications with him, and he had two different offers to sign to play for them. A full ride scholarship as soon as he graduated, one of them was for his dream school, right there in Oregon. It would work perfectly for the couple once he graduated.

    But then Jan didn't get in. The two of them still went out to celebrate, HIS victory, that is. Gentry ignored his girlfriend's feelings all night, and it made for a very bad night for sleep for Jan. She hated everything, she thought she wasn't good enough to be a musician. Her audition was a song that she wrote, produced and performed all on her own. As far as she knew, it was who she was entirely, and clearly that wasn't good enough. She put everything she was into that song and somehow it just wasn't good enough.

    In case things couldn't have gotten worse, she woke up the next morning to a lengthy ass text from Gentry. Again, spouting off about how he couldn't be with someone who didn't have the same passion or drive or even skill that he did. Said how it wouldn't be good for his reputation to be dating a reject. So he dumped her, over text. Ended the entire text message with a comment about how he needed his varsity jacket back because they had a game that day it was going to be cold.

    To use the terminology of Jan being crushed was a massive understatement. First from her rejection letter, and now from being dumped. All before her Junior year of high school. She was livid. How much of a coward was Gentry to not even be able to break up with him to her face? That temper inside her began to bubble over, emotions taking over her brain.

    That night, Jan was absolutely going to return that damned varsity jacket. She marched over to Gentry's house and demanded to see him. When he showed up to the door, emotionless and reaching for his jacket, she quickly jerked it away and lit it on fire. Upon arrival she had doused the jacket in gas & brought a lighter with her. She lit up the jacket and tossed it on the ground and didn't look back.

    Did that earn her a new reputation? Sure. But it opened Jan up to a lot of self reflection. She revisited the song she sent in as her audition, and realized it was actually pretty bad. Maybe not by non-musician standards, but it was impersonal as al hell; she couldn't believe she actually sent in that song and thought she would get in. Over the rest of her Sophomore year, January worked on herself, trying to not be so insecure and people pleasing, and she improved in leaps and bounds, and over the summer she submitted a new song to MFAA. They quickly granted her admission and she was off to be a musician from MFAA.









    adulthood



    Jan absolutely did more than excel at her Fine Arts Academy. Sure, upon arrival she was still a bit timid and wary of her new environment, but she proved herself and her talent tenfold. Her songs were straight from her heart, the lyrics were astounding, they painted gorgeous imagery that was beautiful or tragic or made you want to dance. Multiple of the staff members mentioned how she was one of the most talented students MFAA had ever seen.

    As Jan became a senior, the head of the Music department at MFAA recommended that Jan attend her Alum, a prestigious Fine Arts University located in Oregon; One of the only Fine Arts Universities of its kind. She knew Jan was already so talented and passionate and she knew if Jan were to continue down this path and refine her craft, she would only further thrive.

    Once again, there was a lot of convincing that was needed, lots of talks with her mother where she wholeheartedly supported whatever she decided was best for herself, but Jan auditioned. Her mentor at academy paid for her and her mother to fly out to the university for the in person audition, where Jan performed an original song of hers. It was a song she hadn't released yet, but it was the most raw and exposed song she ever chose to perform. It elegantly detailed the pain she endured in her past and how she grew as a person from those times, but she still carried her past self with her in hopes she can heal. It was just her and the piano, but it was all she needed to show her brilliance. As soon as her audition was finished, the board offered her a full ride scholarship for all for years at the university.

    It was January's dream. She was actually pursuing music, more than she ever thought she'd be able to, and she was actually good at it! She was thriving! While attending her University, she was signed to a record label that seemed too good to be true. After hours of her and her mother pouring over all the legalities of the contracts, her mother deemed the studio and the label to actually be good people and would be a good choice to sign with them. When they met, in person, with the label, all Jan asked was if she could be heavily involved in the mixing and producing of her songs and if she could be the main writer for them, and as soon as they agreed then Jan also agreed.

    From that point, Jan asked her mom to be her manager. Amber agreed, enthusiastically, switching to a part time position at her work at the hospital, and Jan officially released her first album. Life was going well for her and the label for the first six weeks. But then the label switched management and then 21-year old Jan was in for a whirlwind.

    Somehow finding every loophole available, they changed their contracts without alerting their talent, so now the had almost complete control of Jan's career. Instead of focusing on her music, the label wanted her to branch out. They got her various roles on TV, trying to turn her into an actor; she wasn't horrible at it! She actually proved to be pretty good at acting, but it wasn't her passion.

    And that's when the label "encouraged" her to send an audition tape for the developing dating show. January didn't know much about it, since it didn't really matter what she thought. After dealing with the label for the past three years, she knew her contract was coming to an end and she figured if she could just keep her head low and make them happy, she'd be able to get out of her contract with the rights to her music and be able to further pursue her dream.




















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    Amber Quinten

    Her biggest support, the woman she loves most in the world. Her mother has always had Jan's best interest at heart and never divulged from that.









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    Henry Quinten

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    Kendrick Quinten

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CARSON LAINE

Carson Laine
Bisexual
Female
Law firm secretary
FINALLY FREE
PERSONALITY
Carson is compassionate, left over from her years of helping her mother, she can't help but help others in need. She goes out of her way if she sees a person struggling or in need. But she is not a pushover, she knows how to set her limits and can generally spot when someone is trying to get more work out of her than they need. She is very familiar with being used so she can recognize all the signs. Her kindness and compassion only extends so far. She never lets anyone, regardless of blood or relation close to her. Carson knows that leads down a dangerous path of abuse and betrayal and refuses to open up to anyone. It causes her to come off cold and distrustful. She starts out kind, but can easily become annoyed and blunt as soon as someone grates on her nerves. She has little tolerance for bullshit, not anymore. If people don't get the message, she becomes snappy and rude. She can only fake being nice for so long before her irritation settles in. Carson prefers the quietness of her own space, and once that space is invaded, she has to fight down the hostility to protect herself.

Underneath the snappy exterior, she has a quiet sense of humor. She'll make quiet little comments to watch others around her crack a laugh or smile. Carson cares deeply and wholly, being a person that she cares about is a privilege indeed, but that takes time and effort to gain her trust. It's not an easy thing to earn, but she devotes herself to the people she loves. The distrust runs deep, but the kind, loving woman at the center is very much worth the effort of becoming her friend.

BIOGRAPHY
Carson was an accident. Her mother, Janet Burns, and her father Keith Laine were hook-up buddies, both young and untested adults in living in a small town in Washington state. They tried to make it work, but there was a reason they were friends with benefits and not dating. Janet cheated on Keith, and they got split custody over Carson. As a young child, she spent most of her days with her mom, but her dad always visited and made sure to be a constant presence in her life. About two years after Carson was born, Keith and Janet once again hooked up and out popped her little brother, Dallas Laine. Keith finally drew the line after that, but he made sure to be a present force in his children's lives. He took Carson and Dallas to every event he could, did his best to be a kind parent and put up with Janet's craziness.

When Carson was four years old, Janet started sleeping with another man, someone that Carson doesn't remember much of, but she does remember him coming and out of the house, the yelling matches they would get into in the middle of the night, the hands raised (but never to her or Dallas) and then Janet was pregnant again. The man left, and Iris, was born after Carson turned five. Janet made sure to get good child support so she could support her three kids. Her dad got more days with them, the arrangement changing to a week with their mother and a week with their father.

Soon after Iris was born, Janet started dating again. Carson remembered this one, Nathan. He always pretended to be nice to them when they were over, but at nights, Carson would hear him curse them, say how disgusting the were. Janet always agreed, saying anything to keep Nathan around. Around this time, Janet had decided that her daughter was old enough to watch her siblings while she went out. Carson didn't know where her mother went, or for how long. All she knew was that she needed to feed Iris, and make sure Dallas was fed, and make sure the dishes were cleaned before her mother got him. A year or so into Nathan being around, her mother got pregnant again, and Amy was born.

After that, Nathan became cold, violent, and tempermental. Carson always feared when Nathan was over because of how he got. Luckily, Janet and Nathan were gone more often than they were around. There was more pressure put on her because of her siblings, but at least she'd never be around Nathan. Her father did the best he could when he had his two kids to make her feel loved and cared for, but it was barely enough.

Nathan left when Carson was ten with a slammed door and a string of curse words about how fucking useless Janet's entire family was. He didn't take Iris with him, and he never saw any of them again. For awhile, all was quiet in the household. Janet still left to go out often, always leaving Carson in charge, but she didn't bring a man back home. In fact, things were almost peaceful. For several years, Carson took to the role of parent, maid, and tutor. Her siblings would turn to her for their problems instead. Once she started highschool, she started seeking attention, validation, the thrill of life. She dated a string of bad boys in a sad mirror of her mother. Boys that would break her heart, her trust, and her self worth.

Carson often found herself in the seat of a bike or behind the wheel of a car, anything to impress the boys, to feel alive, to get that validation she so desperately needed from her mother, but could never get. She was caught several times smoking or drinking or stealing, but in a small town, where everyone knew whose mother was yours, you were cut some slack.

Janet became pregnant again when Carson was 15. There was no dad around. No new man to bring into the household. Carson was forced to pick up a job to help pay for baby supplies. She got her first job at 16 when her youngest brother, Charlie, was born. Constantly, day in and day out, Carson was working to support her family. She loathed it, wished desperately for freedom. She loved her siblings, protected them fiercely, but it was draining work.

For years, she supported her family. When she graduated high school at 18, she applied for a scholarship to an out of state college. Full expenses paid. It was her way out. With some reassurances from Dallas and her father, Carson took the scholarship and left the state. It didn't last. Her mother ran into financial trouble, and Carson was once again needed at home. For the last five years, Carson had been living in her home town in an apartment shared with her brother to support her family. She made sure her younger siblings got to school and that their rent was paid. She worked as a secretary in a real estate agent's office, getting raises and promoted as high as she was allowed with her high school degree.

The promise of freedom came to her in the form of Seeking Hearts Odyssey. Sure, it was a romantic cruise, and sure, she would have to interact with others and go on dates, but they wouldn't kick her out if she didn't find romance. It was basically a free trip with only a little obligations, and it was all for her. It was her chance to live her small town and explore the world. Dallas promised to take care of their family, but basically shoved her out the door. He knew how hard she worked, and wanted her to have her freedom.

So Carson took it.

APPEARANCE
Carson is an even five seven and toned. She's beautiful in the way that ice is, cold and untouchable. Very rarely does she ever break out into genuine laughter, and she smiles tightly with little warmth. She doesn't intend to look angry, but it has kept people away from her so she keeps the rbf. A pretty face with a hard demeanor usually keeps others away.

Her eyes are a golden brown, like fall leaves in the sunlight, but they are hardened, cold. Her glare can usually level a man. She wears her golden hair tied back often, but she has started to let it down, trying to find her feminine side. She does her best to take care of it, and it is soft and silky to the touch.

She wears two sets of earrings, and simple silver rings glitter across her fingers. She finds solace in spinning them around when she zones out. She wears a simple silver chain gifted to her by her dad on her 20th birthday around her neck.

Carson has a twisting black and white ocean leg piece that starts at the curve of her left hip and down to her ankle. It has a a coral reef, a school of fish, a sea turtle or two, and the highlight of the piece is the whale shark that sits on the thigh.

LIKES & DISLIKES
Carson loves the rain and thunderstorms, using what little time she has to sit in a quiet spot and enjoy the way the world because a cacophony of noise and nature. It soothes her, and she usually curls up next to a window and lays her head against it, enjoying the sound. On the other hand, she enjoys the quietness of the night sky. She loves the twinkle of the stars and the glittering planets. It grounds her and reminds her of her space in the universe. She looks for that solace often. She loves the open ocean for the same reason she loves thunderstorms. Nature takes over, and it is incredibly vast. There's something soothing about watching the ripple of the waves.

On the opposite side, when she needs to drown out the chaos, she loves getting on the back of a motorcycle or behind the wheel of a fast car and drive dangerously. She loves the feel of the wind in her hair, the threat of crashing, the thrill of speed. She loves driving too fast for safety, and many a time her father has scolded her, but she doesn't care. It reminds her of being alive, puts the thrill of life in her bones. She chases the chaos in times of turmoil and thrives on it.

She loves to work out, enjoying the burn that her body goes through as she pushes it to it's limits. She needs to be strong if she wants to go fast, so she spends her evenings in the gym or running a trail. It clears her mind and strengthens her body. It reminds her that she can do anything.

Now she hates wet socks. There's something so icky about walking around in wet socks. It drives her up a wall, just like yapping little dogs. She can't stand the constant noise and while she won't actively tell someone to shut their dog up she will glare at them the entire time it makes noise. She also hates tight spaces, being locked in a tiny house with four siblings and clutter can do that to a person. She hates the big cities for the same reason. She has nowhere to, and it's loud and obnoxious and dangerous.

What she hates the most, though, are men who don't know how to take no for an answer or will say sweet lies to her face but turn around break their promises behind her back. Too many times have men deceived and too many times has her mother walked away with a pretty little lie and betrayed her once again. She's done with broken promises and liars. She's setting herself free by jumping on this cruise and exploring the world.

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GIOVANNI DI ANGELO














THE ESCORT



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  • about this muse














    I don't need therapy. I'm going to shoplift from Walmart.










    ALSO KNOWN AS

    GIO, GIANNI, VANNI







    GENDER IDENTITY

    CISMALE, HE/HIM







    ORIENTATION

    QUESTIONING ♡







    AGE

    TWENTY-SIX, BORN 9TH JULY







    POB

    SIENA, ITALY










    PERSONA



    Lackadaisical




    suggestive




    selfless




    unprejudiced




    passive




    conversationalist




    compassionate




    jovial




    cynical




    dishevelled




    defensive




    dishonest




    paranoid




    distrustful




    control-freak




    secretive










    It suits Giovanni just fine to appear the very translation of languid. With sooty eyes and tender bon mots of wry reciprocation, incorrect estimations of his character aren't at all uncommon. Playful, yet not the brink of obnoxious, flirty, but not to the pinnacle of a sleaze, kind, but not at a level of pity.

    Gio’s flippant appearance is in contrast with the fact he is not primed for inconvenience, disobedience, or lack of control; everything said and done is excruciatingly measured and restricted. In any small trophy that he may find and grasp, it is learned having authority over his own decisions makes it hurt a fraction less. Refusing to be viewed as a force to conquer, own, or crush, slowly, being a control-freak over even inconsequential details has proven to heal the relationship with himself and others.

    For every time someone yells, Gio finds that he is eight years old again; eggshell fragments sloughing the soles of his feet and eyes chasing into crannies of the room. He knows the right but never questions or tries to confront the wrong, unable to face glass-cutting truth if it is ugly and threatens to take from his already mangled carcass. It is easier to be meek and spineless to avoid conflict, even in completely unjust circumstances.

    Weak-willed as he is to the fear of being disliked, Gio is a coddler of the weary and hurt. Pandering worries into nothing but nonsensical fretting, coos them from the room with a gentle nature so boundlessly perennial, it blankets all the primitive edge of his visage.

    He offers more care than people have given most things to him during his life, for he wonders how things could have changed if he was met with a similar fashion in France.

    Intimacy is still, and perhaps will always be, an exchange for Giovanni. No longer for monetary value but the merits of helping, sharing beds to provide comfort is a reminder of Nikifor’s lingering influence. He has had to barter his body like sections of jewel, and now is left to buy the cracked, burnished gems back like grimy kernels.

    Nikifor begs no self-preservation, and piecing himself together with sex from vivisected memory, old and new, is trying to make life from dirt whilst forgetting it needs flesh and water and electricity and humanity.

    Intimacy is all haunting, healing, and unmaking.

    For this is Giovanni’s ouroboros habit, gift-wrapping self sacrifice and calling it a form of love. He has never known how to accept and show it any other way, not a sleeve tethered to a beating pulse, but the entire organ and dagger laid bare upon the ready altar.

    He takes inventory of others with such intensity that sometimes these gentle hands and empathetic eyes flounder to make sense of a friend's intentions.

    There will always be resentment for Romano, for lending a hand and Gio being foolish enough to think it’s safe to hold onto. And it bleeds, blooms like coal ink dropped onto parchment, flares upon both the page and within his eyes in a swell of paranoid distrust. Like something has been dormant, sleeping and waiting to uncurl from kiln ribs to stir to action.

    They want something, of course, for there can be no other reason for them to linger.

    Beasts of this damaged ilk gather what sorry fractured pieces are left, hoard it away like sugar in snowdrift and lull themselves to sleep knowing it is safe. Getting questioned What’s Wrong and desiring to punch them is what this black aura does to people, and how jarring of a sight it is when Gio is pressed with undesired questions.

    For a moment one could think it’s finally going to happen, when a mild man splits apart the coat of lamb wool and hones their grass-grazing teeth into a fluency of knives. Eyes dimmed to a blade point of rust towards faces that regard him with a pity and humiliation he hasn’t felt since France, a pity he would have liked to think himself immune from.

    Oil to rainwater he lets it drift by, begins to reinforce the walls with further plaster and brick.

    If trusting others is what undoes him, he’ll do whatever he can to keep them out.









    EXTRAS



    MOTIVATION





    After spending what feels like eternity playing a role, an audition to go on a nice cruise feels no different. A chance to reinvent himself, not only to friends and family that have maligned him so, but he’ll be able to convince everyone that he’s fine. Or more accurately, convince himself.

    The aspect of cameras and romance? Not of interest. Just part of the theatrics, he supposes.






    LIKES





    Cowboy boots, coffee cake, eating raw noodles with the seasoning powder sprinkled on top, the Madagascar films, orange soda, mice, knitting, stargazing, white wines.






    DISLIKES





    Tap water, elaborate food, yelling, nightclubs, France, dirt, Winter, liars, fruit, Furbys, confrontation, using the ceiling light instead of a little lamp.






    HABITS





    Telling lies he can’t remember, using random accents for no reason, talking about fake drama in Ubers for fun, pulling at his earrings, getting paranoid after watching murder documentaries right before bed, forgetting to cover his expressions and making diabolical little side-eyes after hearing something dumb.






    FEARS





    Police, hospitals, upsetting people, moths, aeroplanes, France, crustaceans.






    HEADCANONS





    ➢ Ask him what he did for a job and he’ll start cooking a whole exciting story. Forgets it in two days. Little lying king.

    ➢ As a child Gianni wanted to join the circus so he learned how to juggle. Never actually joined the circus. How sad.

    ➢ Can’t read military time. What the fuck do you mean its 17:00 what the hell is that.

    ➢ In a constant state of “ARE U MAD AT ME”.

    ➢ Doesn’t speak to animals or children in a baby voice. “Hello signore” to a toddler.

    ➢ Cancer sun, Scorpio Moon, Libra Rising.

    ➢ Once bumped into a waiter and they dropped their tray and Gio felt so bad that he had to go cry in the bathroom for an hour. He’s fine tho. Aha.











    WARNINGS





    This character's character sheet may mention or allude to: Abuse, Trafficking and SW, predominantly in part two and three (The Middle & End) of their history. Do read around these if sensitive to aforementioned topics.

    I need to also disclose that my references towards feeling disgust with one's body / being filthy / ruined etc after instances such as these are not my personal views, and are a reflection of the character's thoughts only.


















A black storm lies above the sea, windchill shatters water into icebergs and I drown in my own element.


Rustling waves roll collisions of pinnacles and pressure points which pinch. Old frozen cliffs, hoarfrost lungs, clefts of monastic bergs adrift. I cough, cough.



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    EVANGELINE M. T.

    evangeline monroe thompson is the foxy diva behind everyone's favorite entertainment magazine, nerve. she doesn't just bring in heat to the meeting rooms — but she can quite literally get away with snagging the limelight from any higher-up with just how much numbers her work has done in office. almost considered an unstoppable force to be reckoned with, her latest challenge will be to board the famous cruiseliner known for creating thee hottest couples on national tv. to no one's surprise, she has already boasted that getting the latest scoop will be as easy as taking candy from a baby.

    can she live up to her words surrounded by the world's finest? or will she sink after biting off more than she can chew?




    requisites.

    full name
    evangeline monroe thompson.
    nicknames
    she'll accept "angie" and prefers to be called that instead of her full name. everyone in her life has adapted to using that nickname — the only exception being work-related requirements for professionalism. to those beloved ( her family ), she's also known as angel and gigi. anyone else using those two aliases will earn immediate correction or even a look of strong dislike, however. be wise.
    age
    twenty-five years old. ( 01 / 19 / 1999 )
    gender
    cisgender female. ( she / her )
    sexuality
    she's only ever shown romantic interest in men, but she's not above passing out flirty compliments to others if it directly benefits her.
    place of birth
    san francisco, ca. ( is now a permanent resident in manhattan, ny. )
    occupation
    entertainment journalist for nerve magazine.




    visage.

    hair
    in its natural state, along with the help of regular trims & an established routine, it is a voluminous mass of bouncy, hydrated curls. great care is taken to preserve its health, especially when she's the kind of woman to switch up her style with hot curlers or straighteners. it's tedious but rewarding, especially when her job relies on her image as well as her brains.
    ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⊹ other details: shoulder length and layers are evident, especially when bone-straight. if close enough, one can even pick up the scent of a strong lavender oil that she uses to preserve shine and a frizz-free look.
    eyes
    dark in color and enhanced by eyeshadows, mascaras, and subtle eyeliner, they possess an eerie weight of enchantment to anyone close enough to view them. a siren's gaze staring right back at you, it's hardly obvious what her intentions are when angie can mask them so well with her flirty gazes and innocent eyelash bats.
    physique
    standing at a commanding height of 5'8"ft., if her height doesn't turn heads, her near-perfect posture and the subtle sway of her hips will. everything worn by angie compliments her slim and toned figure to a tee, purposefully calculated with precision herself — hinting at an athletic past.

    there are also existing curves to her hips, along with other areas of her body, but they're hardly accentuated by her wardrobe.
    height
    5'8"ft. / 177cm.
    weight
    132lbs. / 60kg.
    distinguishing / mods
    from an obvious standpoint, there isn't much that distinguishes her from others. angie has been good about keeping her body modifications as discreet as possible for work-related reasons. but a version of her existed way before professionalism, along with growing maturity, managed to scoop her out of her party lifestyle.

    modifications such as a subtle butterfly tramp stamp and nip piercings are all that's left of her dionysus endeavors. a pre-existing belly-button piercing was left to close, however, there is still an indent of entry/exit holes.
    faceclaim
    greta onieogou.








    iii.






    psyche.

    - the virtues. -

    intelligent

    despite her reputation as the ultimate diva and shark within her job, angie has proven to be quick at picking up new skills and has a winning streak with intellect. if, somehow, anyone manages to push through her blunt (and somewhat intimidating) stigmata, they will find that she is quite pleasing to conversate with. it may require multiple instances of conversation with her, but she isn't an impossible figure to interact with. she's still human.

    driven

    angie likes to take challenges by its horns, seeing it as a chance to test her drive, and while she considers that her norm — she can get a bit wrapped up in what counts as a challenge and what's an unrealistic objective to set herself up for. still, even in the most difficult scenarios she finds herself wrapped in, angie won't stop until she's forced to throw her hands up (which doesn't happen that often).

    confident

    even before becoming a working adult, angie has exuded confidence like no other — insecurities seemingly a foreign concept to her. whether it be in the way that she walks like the world is her red carpet or how high she holds her head up, it's clear that she's aware of her self-worth (maybe even in a borderline conceited fashion at times?) and sees no reason why she should carry or view herself with anything less than pride.

    extroverted

    it doesn't come to any sort of surprise that angie thrives when it comes to social settings and networking with people overall. she's a charming and alluring woman, and a smooth-talker, who can make events more lively and enjoyable if one finds oneself interested in befriending her. however, she's aware that her personality may be overwhelming to some and she doesn't expect everyone to have good taste, for that matter.

    neat

    angie is extremely detail-oriented about all aspects of her life, from personal to professional. similar to her meticulous approach to personal grooming, everything must be done in an orderly fashion without inconveniences arising. this also means that she doesn't handle unexpected change well.

    - the vices. -

    spiteful

    nobody can hold a grudge quite like angie, especially when it comes to an act she deems as a betrayal. every wrong thing that someone has done to her is never forgotten or forgiven despite how her behavior after the matter is displayed. it's a neutral trait in her eyes: one side being that it keeps manipulative people out and the other side being that it could potentially sabotage relationships ruined by a singular mistake. nobody's perfect, yes, but she refuses to overlook the fact that everyone is given a choice.

    self-centered

    isn't it obvious? skksksk.

    jealous

    not a vice that she would consider to be major, but angie doesn't deny that she can become a jealous individual, especially towards the people she's taken a liking to. her jealousy fluctuates depending on her feelings for the person, but it can and will fester if she feels that she's being shut out for another. do not let this "other" person be somebody that she's already decided that she hates, either. the quickest way for angie to wipe her hands with people is if their other companions are people she doesn't get along with.

    self-sabotaging

    with work like her own, angie has always found it hard to differentiate between friends and foes — choosing to keep everyone at a distance as a result. because of this defensive behavior, she never recognizes when someone is attempting to be genuine with her, thus stunting her romantic and platonic relationships/friendships. if one were to ask, angie says that it doesn't bother her. but burying herself in work and fame doesn't diminish the loneliness any less when a hard day's work is over.

    perfectionist

    while angie has this radiance of cool, collected aloofness, she cares a lot. she cares so damn much about what people think of her image, it nearly becomes overwhelming at the end of the day to admit. the life that people see is exactly what she wants them to see — but underneath, there is a woman who soaks under warm water every night to feel less alone and puts on a scarily perfect smile even after she's wiped her tears away moments before. angie will never admit that the pedestal she's put herself on gets lonely, especially when she's aware that she's lucky to even have a pedestal to sit upon.

    likes.

    french tip manicures/pedicures • warm weather • writing successful articles • expensive jewelry • being praised • romantic gestures • early mornings • listening to gossip, about herself and others • attending festivities • pink roses • fresh fruits • sunbathing • everything to do with fashion

    dislikes.

    stormy, or cold weather in general • having a "free" schedule • artificial grape flavor • dishonesty • uncouthness • lighting incense sticks in her room • taking pictures • petty conflicts • getting anxious • getting teary-eyed or crying in front of people

    fears.

    breaking a heel without having a backup pair of shoes • breaking an acrylic nail • her work losing ratings or diminishing in overall success • losing her job • failure • getting caught in a moment of emotional weakness

    motivation.

    trusted by her employer to deliver a stellar entry for their newest and upcoming magazine issue for the year, angie will stop at nothing to make sure that she is getting top-notch detail aboard the cruiseliner (be it the good, the bad, and/or the ugly). overall, her focal goal is to accomplish this, not truly thinking about the possibility of love or the reward promised by the end of everyone's journey.

    but even the diva has an existing weak point within her, especially when hard feelings are festering that she's suppressing. perhaps love is just what's missing in her life even if she displays that she has it all.




    i. the beginning

    privilege wasn't always a facet of evangeline's reality when contrasted with her lavish living in the present day. in the midst of san francisco, known for its inflated living costs, she experienced a chapter of her life that has since faded to the past. financial stability was an elusive dream of her mother's (yvette) despite her attempt to tirelessly convey a different narrative. still, those efforts wouldn't sustain for much longer.

    juggling two jobs barely provided enough to keep a roof over their heads, often coming to the expenses of other necessities such as working electricity or groceries. yvette made constant sacrifices, at times forking over her meals so that her growing baby could have sufficient nourishment. their existence was marked by struggle, to say the least, but amidst the difficulties, she managed to shield evangeline from the truth, ensuring a smile stayed adorned on her face for as long as possible.

    it wasn't until evangeline began attending school that her yvette's efforts seemed to unravel. relentless bullies exposed the raw truth of their financial struggles, making evangeline question her mother more than she ever used to as insecurity snaked its way inside. between the bullying and concerned faculty beginning to pry into their lives more often than not, her mother found herself at a crossroads — the weight of a difficult decision pressing against her conscience.

    it was a stark, and simultaneously painful, choice she had to make: either let her daughter's opportunity of success bear the heavy limitations of their circumstances or turn to the one person she knew would help, despite the underlying complexities of their previous (and severely strained) end to their marriage — evangeline's father. a handsome face wouldn't mask the self-centered man that he was despite being open to taking evangeline. while yvette carried a false hope that he would at least let her have shared custody or visitation rights to evangeline, his mindset was made up (and stacking evidence of an improper and unstable home for family court) that he would have full custody.

    evangeline was five when she last saw the face of the woman who raised her, a new life awaiting her in new york that didn't fit her mother in it.

    ii. the middle

    enchanting pearly white smiles and warm, bear hugs, accompanied by an endless supply of toys, possessed the ability to cause amnesia — evangeline asking of her mother's whereabouts less and less. this conveniently allowed her father (shawn) to sidestep any inquiries regarding yvette, and the question, "when can i see my mommy?" gradually faded into the background of her mind. shawn reveled in the joy of watching his daughter fully immerse herself into her new life, simultaneously grateful that she showed no signs of concern over yvette anymore. still, he ensured to push evangeline further into swapping her memories for yvette throughout her childhood, permanently, for the opulent new life.

    by the time she was twelve, it didn't take much of an effort anymore. evangeline became a girl that yvette would never recognize.

    with special help from shawn's all-too-perfect, supermodel wife, she seemed to morph into a woman within the blink of an eye; a woman who cared so much about how she presented herself and what kind of crowd she surrounded herself with. they had to be popular and within the same tax bracket, only dressing in the latest fashion but never better than evangeline. all in all, her company was more eye-candy than genuine personality — something out of your cliche 'mean girls' movie. it was easy for evangeline to be boosted into popularity with what kind of lifestyle she found herself in. anything she wanted, she got considering shawn never denied her of anything his only child asked for.

    even her first job reflected what little struggle she now had to face to find it — no resumes or interviews needed when you were blessed with good looks and, let's face it, a heavy wallet. if no one recognized her in high school as the "queen bee", they surely recognized her posing in their favorite teen magazines, wearing fashion staples. evangeline became a force to be reckoned with, swiftly.

    surprisingly, as she approached high school graduation, evangeline's bark and bite seemed to mellow as she aged into a mature woman. while she still held the school in the palm of her hand, it was no longer with an iron fist. a sense of peace settled in as reality dawned — popularity alone wouldn't carry her far without genuine effort on her part. this shift in perspective paved the way for her to graduate as valedictorian, achieved entirely through her own endeavors, setting the stage for her journey to college in new york.

    iii. the now

    in the years to follow, evangeline eventually found herself away from the security of her father's home, fully emersed into the college lifestyle. despite handing in her crown as queen bee a year ago, the etiquette never left her. on campus, she still walked as if she had things to do and people to see — which was mostly true — yet her agenda matured as did she. being a natural at networking never left her either, considering her dream job would require a lot of it if she wanted to be good at it.

    well into her senior year of college and entering the realm of entertainment journalism, she managed to take nerve magazine by storm. not only did she emerge as a successful writer, but evangeline was labeled a "force to be reckoned with" — the title following her right back into adulthood, only this time with perks. and despite her privileged upbringing, she managed to make a name for herself and out from shawn's shadow.

    as expected, her stellar track record propelled her onto seeking hearts odyssey, a popular tv show for singles to mingle. while others seek love and fortune, evangeline's pursuit is focused on crafting nerve's magnum opus of the year.

    the socialite appears to possess the ideal trifecta: the perfect job, a flawless home, and a name that echos walls before she even enters the room. yet, amidst the glamorous facade, love is the least of her concerns, overshadowed by the electrifying success just awaiting her grasp. however, the true test will be when she finds herself thrust into a lion's den. will her indifference towards love still be maintained in the high-stakes arena?





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Here for love < 3















full name

Orson "sunny" Fleetwood Sinclair






alias

Sunny Sinclair






ethnicity

Rwandan






d.o.b.

Oct. 3rd 1997





p.o.b.

Norwalk, Conneticuit






Sexuality

Bisexual


















style








































Gender Presentation

Cis Man, but like, barely






height

6'2"








eyes

Big and brown.






hair

Black and curly. He keeps it cropped short, in a nice well maintained fade.








body modifications

tongue and naval piercings.



































Green Green Grass




George Ezra











req.

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Act like the person you want to become



Perpetually jovial and optimisitc, to an almost annoying degree. Sunny lives up to his nickname as a friendly, outgoing and kind person. He's happy, and wants to spread it to everyone around him. With this comes a certain amount of hedonism, chasing dopamine in the form of food, flirting, and adrenaline, he's fun and adventerous but tends to overlook consequences.

Sunny's privleged upbringing often gives him blindspots, especially when it comes to consequences. He's kind, considerate, emotionally avaliable and funny, but he can also be out of touch and non-commital. He's sympathetic but doesn't like when things get serious.

Sunny likes to be silly, and can seem childish, often trying to lighten the mood or make up goofy songs or poems to entertain himself. He's very flirty, but has visions of romantic grandeur, and won't usually go past that unless he feels seriously about them. He loves to shower a potential love, or even just good friends, in gifts and overtures.













likes


Fine dining and good food of all kinds, EDM music, fashion, sunny weather, going to the beach but not swimming in the ocean, surprises, perfumes, excuses to dress up








dislikes


scratchy clothes, monotony, injustice, routines, cliches, pessimism, overly serious people, strict plans








quirks


Keeps fortunes from fortune cookies, loves to make up bad haikus and spontaneous songs, will often just sing narrate what he's doing.
















pers.

pers.
















Early years




Orson grew up in a happy family in a big house in Connecticut, with his parents and older sister, Amara. They often spent a lot of the summer on the sandy beaches of Cape Cod. His parents adore he and his sister and despite having strict disciplinary standards, endeavored to spoil them. They aren't ones to show affection directly, but they showed up for every school play, basketball game, orchestra concert, you name it. While Sunny's parents weren't big on hugs and I love you's, they were always there when it mattered, and were present in raising their children to be intelligent, respectful, and carefree.

Amara, outgoing, sporty, and thick skinned, was always well liked. If she didn't fit in somewhere, she was the type who had no problem making the space fit her. She would transform 'doesn't belong' into 'trendsetter' with confidence. It took Sunny longer to come into his confidence and grow into his personality, starting off as a sensitive and gangly child who didn't quite fit in at home or at school. It wasn't until he started high school that he started to fill out and experiment with his fashion and sexuality that his confidence shot through the roof. As he would put it, "discovering the customize your character screen does wonders, darling."









part. 2



Since graduating high school, Sunny has floundered a bit. He's tried college a couple times, first for business, then for art. It's where he met most of his friends but the routines of collegiate academics never stuck. He quickly found that he liked being seen as smart and successful more than he cared for actually studying once he was out of the house. He worked for his father's business for a while and found that was a struggle as well. His parents still pay his rent, but they're running out of patience and have made it clear that they won't be paying for much else until he finds something he wants to do. He's very excited to find love and to travel, but getting on the show is definitely also an attempt to procrastinate figuring out what he wants to do.


















best friend





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What will you bring to Seeking Hearts Odyssey?

What can I say except I'm one of a kind, baby? You're gunna love me.






What are you looking for in a 'first mate?'

Ooooooh, good question. Someone who gives me the butterflies. I tend to fall for the bubbly, creative types, but I could see a tall dark and handsome in my future.













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full name

Miranda Makoto Hayashi





nickname

Mira or Mako to friends






Zodiac

Libra Sun, Cancer Moon, Scorpio Rising






ethnicity

Japanese






d.o.b.

Oct. 17rd 2000





p.o.b.

Kyoto, Japan






Sexuality

Bisexual


















style








































Gender Presentation

Cis Female






height

5'1"








eyes

Brown, nearly black in most lights






hair

Black, pin straight, shines a more reddish brown in the sunlight like a black cat.








body modifications

ear piercings, a left nostril stud, and a detailed tattoo of a koi fish traveling up a waterfall, embellished with maple leaves https://i.pinimg.com/564x/17/88/9f/17889fd93a357ccab22100668d1ded75.jpg it's subject matter is clear and well done, but unfinished, as Miranda doesn't see herself as fully deserving of its symbolism yet. She will someday.






body modifications

She's small, but fearsome in stature, not unlike an angry chihuahua, it's unlikely to actually hurt you too bad, but from the looks of it, that things pissed and it definitely bites. She comes in a head under the average height person with a small frame and delicate features ideal for a ballerina, but not for intimidation. Determined not to live her life as a target, Miranda has perfected the speed walk, resting bitch face, biting comment combination that mostly keeps her left alone on the street. As soon as she could get away from the school uniforms, her personal style shifted to black, and practical. Now that shes had a few years to experiment, she's added pink and yellow back into her wardrobe with some more femenine elements and enjoys injecting a little bit of y2k flair into her outfits when she has the time to actually think about what to wear before rushing out the door in the morning.


































Sight of the Sun




Fun.











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You deserve better, always remember that



Miranda has intense stranger danger. She's a calm, creative, intelligent, compassionate, non-judgemental person, but most people never get that far. She tends to avoid meeting new people unless completely necessary. She managed to live sixteen years before making a meaningful connection that wasn’t her twin, and that takes dedication. At best, she keeps others at arms length, more often, she lashes out, attempts to scare them away before they can get to close in the first place. Her disposition to most could be described as waspish. She's observant, and when provoked she can and will strike right where she knows it will hurt. Most of her friends are people she's simply polite to out of necessary proximity, because it's all or nothing with her, if she lets herself spend a lot of time with someone, she's likely to become very attached very quickly.

Miranda really loves people, she’s just very scared of letting them hurt her and so she often hurts them first. However, if she comes across someone in need or someone having a shitty time she almost can’t help but stop and try to help. She’s made a lot of weird friendships in bar bathrooms this way.
She also feels a lot of guilt about taking up people's time and energy, especially when it comes to dealing with things like trauma responses and her anxiety. She'd rather cut off her own hand than admit to being needy.

In a friendship or relationship, she’s very different than the coldly polite or intensely rude person she comes across as to strangers. She’s soft and very goofy, and will roughhouse with or fall asleep on top of someone she trusts pretty much anywhere, anytime. She’s great at listening without getting impatient, judgemental, or trying to fix things.














likes


Pretty things, ballet, the color yellow, expensive coffee, dark chocolate, scrunchies, leather, ribbons, big huge boots for stomping, nasty street puddles after it rains, cigarettes, red lipstick








dislikes


Ketchup, small dogs, conversation, large crowds, surprises, loud noises, reading, hot weather, sand, working retail, answering her phone (you will NEVER catch her with it not on silent, just text, jesus christ she is NOT gunna answer that thing OR listen to your voicemail)








quirks


Passes out pretty easily at signs of stress or extremely anxiety inducing situations as an old coping mechanism, or sometimes goes non-verbal in those situations, has a cat who is very mean, absolutely cannot cook, she uses her oven as shoe storage more often than not and often has her furniture all shoved onto one wall of her studio apartment to maximize floor space, drives the most trashed old black sedan you have ever seen, has 1 (one) living plant in her apartment. It's a cactus that Casey waters when he visits and she generally forgets to take care of. She would cry actual tears if it perished, so it is in Ivy's capable hands until the end of the cruise, along with muffin, the meanest cat you will ever meet. Hopefully Miranda finds love on this show before Muffin manages to plot Ivy's untimely demise.
















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History




**trigger for physical and sexual abuse of a minor**

Miranda, then Makoto, grew up in a crime family. She's always been creative, anxious, and timid, it didn't take long for her family to determine that not much of use could be excavated from her personality. Her siblings had drives for protection, survival, competition, all things that could be mined or bred into an appetite for violence with the right coaxing. Her twin brother was of special interest. The ability to compartmentalize, to fight, to take attention from his sisters, made him a delicious target, his compassion made him moldable, Miranda never could determine if hers made her weak, or if she simply didn't have enough of it to draw strength rather than guilt and fear. Everyone close to them remarked that despite sharing DNA with her twin, she'd inherited none of his skills or virtues.

Miranda's father is the kind of person who will do anything to receive the respect he thinks he is owed in this world, who see's people as tools more than anything else, and who largely saw Miranda as a passing nuisance. She was well aware there were worse fates in the household, and well aware that she'd been shielded from many of them by her twin brother, then Kana, now Casey, and their adoptive older sister. Her mother was, as far as she knew, a kind person in a bad situation, though she was only really a mother to Casey. She relyed on Ivy as a confidante and helper, counted the lack of paternal focus on Miranda as a blessing, and focused her efforts on the children she thought were in the most danger, though she did always indulge Miranda's interest in the arts. It was one of few notable things the two shared. Even when she could do nothing else, she ensured her daughter had her ballet and music lessons.

The arts were a catharsis, particularly ballet. It offered her control over her body and mind that absolutely nothing else did. Dancing allowed her to reclaim herself with a singular focus.

When Akihiko came onto the scene, their mother could only see how much the girl resembled her father and grandfather. Akihiko grew up with a snarl on her face, desperate to win approval in any way she knew how. She saw her siblings not as allies, but as obstacles, wasting no time attempting to throw them under the bus and usurp her older brother as the family favorite.

Miranda can't really blame her mother for how she handled everything, now as an adult, but it still stung. It also left Miranda in a particularly vulnerable position, a pretty young thing, unsupervised, unwilling to speak out about a grope on her way home from school, or a nightly visit away from prying eyes. She grew up with the mantra that she could have it worse. After the first time Casey ended up with a broken wrist from trying to stand up for her, she knew she'd never tell anyone. Even if word got around about her being an easy target, there are some things she'll take to her grave. They become painfully obvious when her heart leaps into her throat the moment she's alone in a room with a strange man.

She started properly flunking out of all of her classes around 14 years old, finding anything and everything to do that wasn’t anywhere near her school or her house, willing to get involved in anything that wasn't her toxic and violent home life. Enraged, her father sent her off to a reform school in Tokyo. She hated everything about it. Being away was a reprieve from the family, but her separation anxiety from her twin was intense, and she hated not knowing what was happening to he and Ivy more than she was grateful for the change in scenery. When she ran off, she was sent to another, and when she flunked out again, they agreed on a compromise. She was sent off to a boarding school in New York, one that actually had a decent arts program.

She lasted two years there before getting kicked out for ‘inappropriate conduct’ and was sent to a catholic boarding school until she managed to graduate (barely). Upon graduation, she never returned to Japan. She stayed in New York and left every aspect of her old life behind besides her siblings.

Miranda is now an accomplished violist, and plays part time with a symphony while trying to build a solid ballet career. Between auditions, occasional music gigs, and small parts, she'd like to live under the spotlight, but most of her time is spent under florescents, flipping burgers, stocking shelves, and getting fired for giving completely made up advice to DIY'ers that time she worked for Home Depot. Her part timer offences are numerous and include but are not limited to: telling an irate customer of Victoria's Secret that she was 'dressed by the great depression' and that her expired coupon from a different store wouldn't 'do anything to keep your tits from looking like shriveled up little ballsacks anyway', dropping an entire platter of orders during her brief forray into waitressing, pointing in a random direction any time a retail customer asked her where something in the store was and rattleing off a bullshit aisle number, and going out for a smoke break at McDonalds and just never returning.

Miranda has worked just about every other part time job under the sun to afford her studio apartment. She's yet to figure out how to have a life beyond bouncing from paycheck to paycheck. She knows the clock is ticking on a ballet career, and hopes the publicity from the show will get her some connections for some better parts.





















twin, best friend





Casey Hayashi

Her twin, her best friend. They have a slightly codependent relationship, but he remains the only person she truly trusts. He left the family and followed her to New York for college, and works as a judo instructor and child psychologist.









sister





Ivina Hayashi

Miranda has a lot of respect for her older sister, and tries to keep an eye on her. She loves Ivy and is convinced that the woman works too hard.









Sister





Akihiko Hayashi

A menace. A fiend. Akihiko may yet see the error of the family, but the girl is content for the moment. Part of Miranda was sad to leave her behind, part of her sees the now 18 year old girl as a lost cause.















What will you bring to Seeking Hearts Odyssey?

Oh. Um. *A long enough silence follows that the interviewer clears their throat, and moves onto another question*






What are you looking for in a 'first mate?'

My type? It's... hard to pin down. Someone I feel like I can trust.













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name

Marlow Adair


nickname

Mars


age

25


date of birth

13th August


place of birth

England, UK












gender
Female

Sexuality
Bisexual

Occupation
Journalist

Username
@MarWoahAdair







visage
height
5 ft 7 in

weight
164lbs

hair
Vibrant blonde hair, cropped short in layers. Sometimes she lets it get down to her shoulders, though not often.

eyes
Clear blue irises with grey rings around the pupil.

body type
Slender and graceful, though not fitting to her personality... Marlow has always been on the taller side and has never been particularly muscular, despite working out often.

body mods
Marlow has a few smaller sized tattoos on her arms and one of her ribs, all are particularly dainty and don't draw too much attention.

face claim
Niamh Adkins


personality type - ENTP-A

Positive traits

Confident
Adventurous
Charismatic
Energetic
Witty
Strong-Willed
Spunky


Negative traits

Sentimental
A Bit Lazy
Temperamental
Rule Breaking
Unfocused
Intense




extraverted


observant


thinking


PROSPECTING


Assertive


INTUITIVE


Fun-loving and crazed with a dash of hard-to-keep-up-with energy, Marlow is someone who refuses to slow down and take life one step at a time. She is excitable and adventurous, the life of the party in most rooms while radiating confidence. A tomboy type despite her appearance, she can also be quite mischievous and full of spunk, with charisma galore. People often find it easy to connect with her, and conversations can sometimes last for a long time with this one, she she enjoys quick-witted remarks and playful banter.

On the other hand, it can be hard to tame Marlow's wild nature. She is temperamental at best, with mood swings that can knock someone out within an instant. When the waves of emotion finally come crashing down, she often finds herself in ruins as she realizes the often sharp-tongued words she has said. To call her unkind would be arbritrary as she cares deeply for other people, though choose more often to put herself and her needs first. Unregulated and intense, it might be hard to break away at the softer layer underneath.



likes
Fashion, cheese, jorts, cute fairy lights, photography, reading, butterflies, doing finger guns, scary movies, chocolate

dislikes
Early mornings, celery, repetitive noises (such as a clock ticking), stand up comedy routines, swans, uncomfortable silences, escape rooms, meditating

habits
Picking at her nails, snorting when laughing too hard, making a pursed lip face when feeling uncomfortable

hidden talent
Double jointed in her elbows!

headcanons
- Will be devoted to you if you give her a piece of cheese
- Cannot read a map
- Says whatever comes to mind
- Was probably a wolf girl in middle school
- Stays up late at night to read questionable material
- Awkward when others cry
little more



history



the younger years.

✶ Grew up under her parents, one a homemaker and the other a renowned journalist of his own newspaper as well as a few other smaller papers
✶ Was fully expected to take over the family business when older
✶ Marlow was raised to be a proper young lady (or her mother tried) due to being in the public eye. From a young age, it was pushed into her mind that she was to marry someone successful who would either help her run the family business and she could spend more time being a homemaker like her mother, or she could marry someone of high status to keep up the family name.
✶ Often went to prestigious schools with boring teachers and ugly uniforms and a general hatred for the school itself
✶ She actually enjoyed the process of learning but found herself bored in the classroom with a difficulty focusing



teenage rebellion.

✶ Around age twelve, Marlow began to form her own ideas about what she wanted her life to be like and discovered that it, in fact, was not the life her parents had planned out for her
✶ Middle school is when her personality started to come through the most after years of unsurity
✶ Throughout high school, Marlow seemed to do everything in her power to stack her fast track to the family business and being a good little wife
✶ Acting out, skipping school, slipping grades were all the norm for the teen as acts of rebellion
✶ Her parents cracked down on her behavior, steering her more and more towards her future by having her shadow her father and write articles and reports for the family paper
✶ She became well accustomed to traveling and having to get up and leave with a 24 hour notice due to her newly busy schedule with her father
✶ The period between high school and college was filled with only working at her father's company, learning the ways of the press. Unable to have much of a social life, she made time for herself and friends late at night when she could be as irresponsible as she wanted






seeking hearts.

✶ Surprisingly went to a good college, though she assumes she has her parent's money to thank for that. Nonetheless, she got good grades and majored in English with a minor in journalism. She still loved writing, but just wanted to be able to do it in her own way
✶ Currently writes freelance for any news company that wants her works, mainly smaller scale jobs that she finds more fun and fulfilling than her family's newspaper
✶ Was in a relationship from age 19 until 24 and it only now getting back into the dating scene
✶ Is generally unsure that she will find love again with a dating show after her previous relationship, but it sounded like a fun time so she was completely up for it







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    GENDER IDENTITY

    CISFEMALE







    ORIENTATION

    BI IN DENIAL







    AGE

    TWENTY-FOUR, BORN tbd bye







    POB

    SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA










    PERSONA



    Ambitious




    stylish




    perfectionist




    persistent




    protective




    self-disciplined




    vivacious




    brave




    queen-bee




    Catty





    optimistic






    insecure




    gossipy




    attention-seeking




    spoiled





    two-faced




    pressured




    wasteful




    jealous




    lonely




    unhappy














    A shy mommy’s girl to butchered man-eater, there is no better version of Tae but the one that exists online. A single sweep of her Instagram is all it takes to know she is a captain caught in the surging throes of vanity, no interest to swim for languid waters but sink into reed-laden tumult.

    Paraded like stardust, all pose and pout. Superficial salacity and a voice held to an endearing octave several steps too high, she is sponsors and discount codes, vacations in Dubai, reposted quotes at her grandpa’s funeral, selfies while lazed over the roof of a summer yacht, sumptuous wardrobe, many fake product reviews and a very real monthly subscription to face tune;

    Fame. It coats and calcifies a sacrosanct sarcophagus, a permeable membrane sealing all that matters into a compartmentalised existence. Starting as a threaded tether, what begins as modicum grows in ferocity like possessed vines, all that keeps her from the crushing truths of threatening verisimilitude

    She’ll turn a catty cheek with a flick of her hair, arch an abrasive brow with a scoffed response to anyone that threatens to reign her hive. For a Queen Bee— more so wasp, doesn’t like competition, and childish jealousy is quick to ignite like fire and brimstone at the mere scintilla of inferiority. Perhaps their skin is smoother, their hair soft and glossy, a warm personality that attracts others like moths to lamp; no matter the reason leaving Tae threatened and ablaze, she’ll dare to perform, outshine and spew backhanded vitriol in their face at any opportunity.

    She needs the attention, the likes and comments and bustles of bouquets gathered in excited hands. She has to be the best, harbours perseverance and ambition far beyond what fickle social grid holds her in place, and yearns for praise she doesn’t quite deserve. She can’t bear the thought of being ignored and shoved aside by someone better, as to be unwanted is to be useless.

    For she is no captain of this vessel, but a captive of her mother’s design.

    A melancholia that dwells bittersweet in the corners of Tae’s painted lips, although she knows she is fond of this glamour ghoul lifestyle, gorged on accolades and brand deals, sometimes it sours the milk of her speech, curdles her mood like vinegar. A mouthful of rotten fruit running its sinus juice down the throat, nobody is to see it, of course, because how would they believe it? Beneath filtered illusions and warp-tool magic tricks, there’s no excuse for her immature feelings, toiling away in nightly isolation whilst a sea-strewn face rereads the nice comments just for a scrap of worth.

    Lonely, her carnival mirrors scream the opposite, posting photos with familiar faces to ensure the wool is dragged thick and heavy over everyone’s eyes. Tae has no real friends, and any outings are a quick performance reserved solely for popularity. Always accompanied by a photo-hounding mother, she enforces this choreography before pulling Tae away with a hooked arm, companionship disallowed completely in a counterfeit world.

    After so many years it’s almost muscle memory; take pictures, airdrop the best between their phones, make an excuse to leave.

    In the blink of an eye her hope of friendship is altered, and Tae, that lonely media wraith of a woman, is convinced that she is unworthy of the merits of being truly known. So believing that she is to wander this life with nobody to confide in, all she has is her mother, her forever anchor amidst the fright of fakery.

    A personality more entity, she often forgets what interests she actually inherits. If none of them have proven convenient to beauty or social media, they are classed as futile and ignored. Practised lifetimes to pick up a Bratz instead of a Brachiosaurus, a salad over a cheesy pasta, a halter over a woollen cardigan, all for the sake of her mother’s greed.

    Money is a motivator that oils the mechanism of exploitation.

    A mother more akin to poisonous pesticides, always meticulous in exterminating her daughter’s connection with other people. When raised by a controlling matriarch from an early cycle, independence is left as a foreign notion to Tae. Permission to order takeaway, cut an inch of hair, post a photo, choices are not hers to make, because of course, mother knows what is best.

    She’ll never quite expel those thoughts, memories, dark whispers like being forcefed ribbons of salt and shadowhoney, voices as cold as the arctic. A mother who never hesitated to flash a backhanded remark about her daughter’s ten year old body, a mother who pretends she has never said or done anything wrong in her entire existence.

    Tae Sung is both a pampered baby and marionette doll, with no taste of free will to know what she wants. One cannot long for what was never lost, but sad birds still sing.









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    MOTIVATION





    As long as Tae plays her cards right and keeps her good side to the camera at all times, this show is sure to bring an influx of followers and a brand deal for teeth whitening products. Then she can get breast augmentation and be a pop-star just like mommy promises. Yay.

    And secretly, in this rare opportunity where her mother isn't hovering over her shoulder, Tae would like to make some real friends.

    And find a really hot guy with a 6 pack and Lamborghini and global business empire who loves her and can pay for her new chest. But that's optional.






    LIKES





    Snapchat filters, Adele, big dogs, palaeontology, Jurassic park films, lizards, online shopping, the internet, salt and vinegar potato chips, ASMR, pickles, summer, burger king crowns.






    DISLIKES





    Criticism, people with bad eyebrows, bikinis, exposés, shopping in stores, people she perceives as threats, not being the best at everything, carsickness, the grinch.






    HABITS





    Sees an old person doing something alone and has to make a big deal out of it, might be projecting her fear of being alone forever onto them. Acting boy-crazy. Only allowing photos from her "good side". Glaring at breasts that are better than her own. Declining she’s had cosmetic surgery... it's all natural... aha...






    FEARS





    Rejection, surgery, dentists, swimming, being exposed, disappointing mommy.






    HEADCANONS





    ➢ Wants to be a popstar but can’t sing for shit. Delulu is the solulu.

    ➢ Has to spend ages editing every photo before she posts it. “Woke up like dis” but it took two hours of getting ready and her mom set up a tripod and ring light.

    ➢ Can pick up the most disgusting bugs without a care. A roach? Little hershey kiss. A centipede? Legged worm. Comere pookie I’ll put you outside xoxo. Just typical Australian behavior.

    ➢ “That spider will bite you” actually I’m different so it won't. It will sense my angelic beauty and not hurt me.

    ➢ The type of mf who’d stand in the middle of a busy NY street trying to do an outfit check or Tiktok dance. If you walk in front of the camera you’re the devil and it's your fault and you should be more considerate fuck you.

    ➢ Literally cannot hear shit while she’s reapplying lip gloss. Using all her brain cells to focus. A nuke could drop and she’d just blink and ignore it.

    ➢ “Where are the hawt boiz 😝” overcompensating. go have a snickers bar.

    ➢ “If I can have this meal for free I’ll give you exposure on my insta 🥺”

    ➢ That mf so lonely she responds to almost every dm just to have a conversation with someone. Gets hit with “Show toes” and she’s just like 😦 oh no.

    ➢ Screenshots 11:11 to post and add the caption “him ♡”. Who is she talking about? Idk but it’ll make the boytoys think it's about them.

    ➢ Has an anonymous Adele fan account where she shares music covers. Angel_Adele333 has become a known meme online with plenty of debate whether it is satire or not. Tae refuses to let it get her down and posts every week.

    ➢ Has permanent damage in one leg from a severed nerve that has her in pain most nights. Ibuprofen is a girls best friend! So is sadness !!!!!

    ➢ If she watched the Tangled film she’d probably have a mental breakdown tbh.












    WARNINGS





    This character's character sheet may mention or allude to: surgery, unhealthy power dynamics, eating and body-shaming from a parental figure. Predominantly in part two and three (The Middle & The End) of their history. Do read around these if sensitive to aforementioned topics.

    This one is 4 my mommy issue bitches i love u and ur unresolved trauma it makes u damaged and hot.

    I need to also disclose that I have no negative opinion on people who get cosmetic surgery, bc idgaf and it's none of my business.


















our freedom intrudes on us like sunlight through a snowglobe, like real sunlight on a painted sun, hot as a fresh-cut tree as a side dappled saw.


To turn and see it face to face, to be both sight and self it swings upon or if this is, as the warning said, I am unbearable.



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full name

Adaline Marie Connor





nickname

Ada, Addie






Zodiac

zodiac here






ethnicity

Irish American






d.o.b.

DOB





p.o.b.

Cedar Rapids, Iowa






Sexuality

Bisexual


















style









































Gender Presentation

Cis Female






height

5'5"








eyes

Shining and Hazel






hair

Ginger, straightened. It has a tendency to get super frizzy if she doesn't do her routine.








body modifications

Septum piercing, ear piercings in the lobe and along the cartilage on both sides, the symbol for pi tattooed behind her ear, and the unit circle on her ankle.






Demeanor and style

Ada does her best to appear nondescript. Usually she sticks to jeans, nerdy tee shirts, and hoodies, but sometimes veers into a more colorful 80's inspiration for her look. She tends to feel uncomfortable in overtly feminine clothes. She's trying (unsuccessfully) to learn to skateboard and be more active, so her clothing choice lately has begun to reflect that. She's got terrible posture and she's super nearsighted from spending all her time at the computer, this girl could REALLY use some yoga.


































Hello World




Louie Zong











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something something deep



Ada has a tendency to prioritize everything but romance in her life. While the machinations of her peers were a mystery to her, Ada found solace in bits and bytes. She likes things that are concrete, black and while, and parsable even when they're complicated. She feels like the goalposts shift constantly with human relationships. Ada has also just always been very career focused.
Ada is a pretty serious person despite her hobby and occupation making games, she loves fun, colorful, offbeat things but she sort of forgets to take things in stride or be goofy in interactions, and often jokes will just fly right over her head. When she does decide to be fun and flirty, she often falls flat, since she has very little sense for comedic timing she usually just makes it weird.

Ada does love costumes. She's a cosplayer and a larper and has put quite a bit of her income into cool costumes, meetups, and conventions, and it's a lot easier to get her to loosen up if she's pretending to be someone else. Her creativity and problem solving skills really shine here and she's a great person to have in your DnD party. She's a structured and logical person but within a fantasy world, she can embrace creativity to bring worlds and characters to life both through her hobbies and her game development work.

She is unorganized, and sentimental, so her space is a mess of notes, wires, game contollers, sketches, and things like old photos, ticket stubs, name badges from conferences and conventions, etc. Ada is also a problem solver, most of the problems in her life involve things like code, scheduling, or project management, but she extends this analytical framework to herself and others, often trying to rationalize herself out of her own feelings, or put forth the most 'efficient solution' to an interpersonal conflict which often doesn't mesh well with more emotional people.














likes


CRT displays, vintage games and electronics, fixing things, 3D printing, dice, DND, costumes, skating (she is so bad at it), cool watches, beanies, puns








dislikes


Being late, she's the kind of person to get to the function half an hour early and sit in her car long enough that she can walk in the door at EXACTLY the advertised time, lack of personal space, fleeting fashion trends, printers, things that are connected to the internet that have no reason to be, do not get her started on 'smart homes'








quirks


Ada maintains a collection of quirky desk toys at her workplace. From mini puzzles to nostalgic gaming figurines. She loves vintage toys and pokemon cards though they stay nice and safe in packaging or card sleeves. She has a custom soundtrack for just about everything, making playlists for seasons, coding, going of walks, etc. She listens to them over and over and over. Ada has a specific and elaborate coffee ritual that she follows religiously. From the precise measurements of coffee grounds to the exact temperature of the water, her coffee-making process is a carefully orchestrated routine.
Ada finds problems enticing. If it looks like something she might be able to help in, she will usually butt in, wether her input is wanted or not.
















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History




Even as a child she knew her performance in school was her ticket to the future. She was determined to break into the tech world to support herself and her parents. She started a video game club at her school and was a successful mathlete, but she's always been goal oriented. When her friends where having their first teenage romances, Ada was swamped with AP classes and determined that there would be time later, when she graduated. The same thing happened in college, there were too many projects to do, and after the first few disastrous tinder dates, she simply didn't have the bandwidth to focus on love. Now she has an established career, and between friends, cousins, and coworkers, she's been invited to seven weddings this summer and facing the reality that she was the only one using work as an excuse.

Ada has two brothers, and her parents are from a lower/working class background. Her desire to focus so strongly on education and career is largely in part to this, and she partially supports her parents now.





















Brothers





Simon Connor

Simon and Max were Ada's first playmates. They spent hours playing games as kids, and Simon taught Ada everything he knew about video games on the condition that he always got to be player 1. They started to grow apart when he lost interest in high school and they stopped having similar hobbies. Simon is just as career focused as Ada, he's a happily married doctor now and Ada sometimes feels like she's still very childish and lagging behind in comparison to him.











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Max Connor

Maxwell was always the baby of the family and often sheltered from the financial realities and the stricter rules Ada and Simon were bound to. Ada took on a little bit of a parentified role in his life, but he was often left to figure things out for himself. He hops restlessly between different jobs and cities and Ada doesn't see him all that much any more, though she worries about him semi-regularly.









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What will you bring to Seeking Hearts Odyssey?

I think I'm... sort of unconventional as far as reality TV people go. Maybe that will be a good thing?






What are you looking for in a 'first mate?'

I don't even know, I hope I'll know it when I see it or this is going to be a long summer.













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  • Devaraj Adhikari

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    given name

    devaraj adhikari






    nicknames

    dev, devi






    age

    27






    birthday

    january 10






    star sign

    capricorn ☼ gemini ☽






    gender

    cis-male






    pronouns

    he/him






    sexuality

    closeted bi



















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      visage







      hair

      obsidian curls that frame his face and fall loosely around his head in a perfectly coiffed manner. usually slick with gel, yet soft to the touch.






      eyes

      sharp and crystalline, like an icy pool of water with a cracked glass surface. orbs what reach deep into your soul and tear your heart out.






      height

      towering, tall, and proud he stands at six foot four inches. six inches in the right shoes. never shorter, he could never be caught slouching and ruining his posture.






      build

      muscular and toned. a body filled with only the finest ingredients and nutrients. it's clear he works out, but he could never be a body builder, and he loves food so he could never fall into diet culture.






      features

      a lobe piercing in each ear that usually houses a simple diamond earring of respectable size, enough to make him intriguing but not so much that it feels gaudy to him. he doesn't have any remarkable scars, other than one small one that remains from his appendix removal. he's also got no tattoos, finding that he doesn't wish to mar his perfect skin.






      style

      dev prefers to dress in the finest designer clothing, casually flaunting his financial well-being to anyone that cares enough about clothing to notice. cashmere sweaters, satin shirts, and finely tailored slacks make up some of his more preferred items of clothing, and he is particularly fond of anything that feels soft and smooth against his skin.






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