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Relationships
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Basics
Name: Waverley Zariah
Nickname: Wave

"Please don't call me this unless I actually know you, it can make me a bit uncomfortable if it comes right out of the blue."

Age: 16
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Birthday: December 23
Job:
Barista (On her good days)


Appearance
Hair Color: Light brown, almost has a caramel color flair

""I always have to fight Caterina in order for her not to get some insane colors in our hair."

Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 5'6
Weight: 156 lbs

"Doesn't everyone know this is impolite to ask? Yes I know I'm not the skinniest but no need to point it out."

Body Type: Hourglass

"Just trying to rub it in aren't we?"

Personality

Personality:
Fluid like water, she is both peaceful and passionate. She is strong willed and persistent, but can sometimes be reserved, drawing away and into her own shell if disturbed or provoked. Waverley is extremely sympathetic to people around her and empathetic to even complete strangers. She is one to trust easily and attach to people rather quickly whether she is intending to or not. Waverley goes by her instincts and gut feelings and will rarely put anything on plain luck. Waverley is happiest when she's sharing her love for something, like music or sketching, with those around her. She tends to have a strong creative force, one that involves her with the arts in some capacity, and she takes great pleasure in expressing herself creatively. Waverley is very aware of the other alters that are within her. Waverley never brings up what she has or will talk about it since most people would look at her differently. Waverley has come to terms with the other personalities about her but will fight to keep herself conscious for as long as possible since when another one takes over, she experiences dissociative amnesia and can't remember what her alters did but will see clothes she didn't buy or see drawings that were made by Mia.

"If you can't handle me, please just keep your distance, I don't need any more comments on how much of a freak I am."

Likes:

• Coffee
  "One cup every morning please!"
• Thunderstorms
• Jazz Music
• Chinese Food
• Feeling in control
• The stars
  "It's what I always looked up to in the night when I was scared, its peaceful."
• Christmas
  "I mean, its like double the presents for me,"

Dislikes:

• Being forced to "Switch"
  
• Her alter "Victoria"
  "I swear she stands for everything I disagree with."
• Tea
• Cigarettes
  "The smell makes me want to gag. Plain and simple."
• Being babied
• Heels
  "What is the point in killing your feet? I just don't think it's worth it."
• Gum

Hobbies:

• Stargazing "I can tell Mia especially loves the stars."
• Reading
• Simply laying on the grass outside
• Playing the piano "I just love the sound. I am no Mozart but I know what I know."
• Baking
• Sketching "It's my therapy, it can sometimes help make sense of what is going on in my head."
• Watching Old Movies

Fears:

• Not being able to "surface"
  "Sometimes it feels like I have to fight to get back into my mind, and sometimes I loose that battle."
• Burning alive
• Loosing her mind

Weaknesses:

• In stressful situations or in situations she doesn't know how to handle, a "switch" will happen
• She is very impatient
  "Could you walk any slower?"
• Her own mind creating the image that people around her find her too confusing, even thinking she is a freak

[/div] [div class=Accordion2][div class=AccHeading]"The Little"[/div]

**Note** This is an alter to Waverley, this is the mentality, not the physical.

Basics
Name: Mia Zariah
Age: 5
Sexuality: Asexual
Birthday: December 23

Appearance
**Note** She looks the same as in the picture


Personality

Personality:
Mia has a very sweet and caring personality. On her happy days, she will be the sweetest little girl. When she feels safe, she is very social and will talk to just about anybody. She will do puzzles and have the childhood that she felt she never had. On her good days, she will be very optimistic and be willing to move around freely without as much as flinching. Mia is very determined and has a big personality for a girl of so simple mind. She isn't known for having a cool and calm behavior, more of to be sporadic and to have a lot of energy. The downside to her is there is a lot of terror stuck in her mind which can cause to to go into a fetal position if a male figure is coming closer to her or even someone touches her without her seeing it coming. Due to the trauma, any of her emotions are heightened and will make her look like she is throwing a tantrum. Mia is unaware of what is going on in her body, she tries to keep everything as simple as possible. Mia can be a love bug and when someone gains her trust she will want to stick around and that person will then be her safe place. This feeling of security is all she seeks.

"I like having lots of friends! I can show you a lot of my toys and my drawing.When I grow up, I want to be an artist!"

Likes:

• Toys
• Hugs
• Puzzles
• Dr. Suess Books
• Apple Juice
  "Every morning with breakfast please!"
• Playgrounds
• Presents
  "My birthday is around Christmas!"

Dislikes:

• Male authority figures
• Vegetables
• Loud noises
• "The Voices"
  "Sometimes I can hear this lady talking to me, I don't understand though, I can't see her."
• Thunder
• People making fun of her
  "Sometimes I can hear whispers around me. I know I have a big body but I don't get why some people laugh at me."
• Arguments

Hobbies:

• Going for walks
• Playing a game or with toys
• Jumping in puddles
  "Puddles are the best! Even if the thunder is scary, the rain leaves presents!."
• Going to the amusement park
• Climbing trees
• Rolling down big hills
• Drawing

Fears:

• Being left along forever
• Male authority figures, like her brother
• The 'monsters' under the bed

Weaknesses:

• Not very organized
• Doesn't take criticism well
• Will flip out is a male figure comes too close
  "Please don't sneak up on me, I don't like surprises."

[/div] [div class=Accordion3][div class=AccHeading]"The Flirt"[/div]

**Note** This is an alter to Waverley, this is the mentality, not the physical.

Basics
Name: Caterina Zariah
"Nice to meet you, I'm the fun one." Nickname: Cat
Age: 16
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Birthday: December 23

Appearance
**Note** She looks the same as in the picture

Personality
Personality:
Luckily, Caterina knows how to relax, and she is perfectly capable of switching from passionate, to imaginative and enthusiastic free spirit on the dance floor, often with a suddenness that can surprise everybody. Being in the mix also gives her a chance to connect emotionally with others. Caterina is the confidence of all the alters, she is out there and not awkward in any social situations unless the other person she is trying to socialize with is giving her nothing to go off of. Her pride is almost never hurt and she is the life of the party. Caterina will flirt with any guy that simply even moves. She may be a lot to handle but if you can keep up with her, she will be your best friend. Caterina sees the world as this big, complex puzzle where everything is connected. There is a reason for everything that happens and she will always try to be positive, yet, she can also shrink into her shell very quickly is she feels attacked. While she is aware of the other alters, she will most likely be at co-consciousness and when there is a cute guy, she will be quick to jump into the drivers seat.

"Hey, I am who I am, there are no reasons to focus on the negative sides of life, especially when you could be having fun."

Likes

• Massages
• Stilettos
• Flirting
• Red wine
  "Its an acquired taste but I've got to say, I kind of love it."
• Superstitions
• The smell of rain
• Tight clothes
  "I've got the curves, might as well show them off."

Dislikes:

• Jazz music
  "I don't understand why I have so many jazz CD's, where is the EDM music?'
• The "new car" smell
• Reality
• Getting "hidden away"
• Not having a voice
• Ketchup
• Musicals
  "They are just plain cheesy."

Hobbies:

• Flirting
• Having long conversations
• Dancing
• Dressing up
• Listening to loud music
• Going running
• Swimming

Fears:

• Being suffocated
• Tightly packed spaces
• Being publicly humiliated

Weaknesses:

• She always fights when the subconscious is trying to pull her back
• Very open about the other alters
  "I think our situation is pretty interesting, what's the point in hiding away?"
• She lives in a fallacy a lot of the time

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[div class=Accordion4][div class=AccHeading]"The Defense"[/div]

**Note** This is an alter to Waverley, this is the mentality, not the physical.

Basics
Name: Victoria Zariah
Age: 16
Sexuality: Demisexual
Birthday: December 23

Appearance
**Note** She looks the same as in the picture

Personality
Personality:
One of the less fortunate personality traits of Victoria is that she can become resentful and petulant rather quickly. If she feels she has been slighted in some way (whether real or imagined), she'll likely let the resentment she feels build up inside until it finally explodes. The trouble is that nearly anything can make her feel resentful. She has incredibly fertile imaginations, and when she is not using this creativity in a productive manner, Victoria can sometimes use these talents destructively. Victoria is the defense but struggles with her anxiety and the anger that fills her, she can become physically harmful to herself and others which can piss off the other alters. She is aware of them all and will very often 'take care' of the alter "Mia" by taking co-consciousness to make sure she is behaving the way she is supposed to without crossing any lines. Victoria is the queen of bad decisions and can be the personality that gets them all in trouble. She is fierce and can snap quickly which is her defense mechanism but she can lash out. If the system is feeling under attack, she will be quick to take over.

"I need to protect myself, we have all been through too much. I think it's quite unfair how Mia is stuck with all the memories."

Likes:

• Tea
• Cigarettes
  "The sky is the limit."
• Loud Music
• Drinking
• Shopping
• The alter "Caterina"
  "Even if she is a bit reckless, she's like a breath of fresh air."
• Being alone

Dislikes:

• Being touched
• The "Host"
  "It's a love-hate relationship. I just think she is still in denial."
• Being crowded
• When anyone tries to flirt with her
• Arguments
• Failing
• Her clumsiness
  s "It's kind of embarrassing when you fall flat on your face."

Hobbies:

• Reading
• Working
• Cleaning
  "It is a stress reliever for me, please don't judge."
• Taking care of the alter "Mia"
• Sleeping
• Going on walks "Fresh air is good for us."
• Yoga

Fears:

• Receiving the abuse that she had before
• Bees "They are vicious, I swear"
• Dying in a plane crash

Weakesses:

• Her Anxiety
• Her anger can get the best of her easily
• She's the defense if the "Host" gets overwhelmed

[/div] [div class=Accordion5][div class=AccHeading]The Rest[/div]

Biography

Bio:
Waverley was born in the bustling city of New York City exactly 16 years ago. She was born into a family with two older siblings, one sister and one brother. By the time she was born, both of her siblings were already moved out and leading a life of their own, yet her brother would always visit, take her out, spoil her. Waverley was not around her father much since they struggled financially which meant he was always working. On a summer night, when she was merely 4 years old, the worst thing possible happened to that innocent little girl. The brother that she trusted and loved with all her heart crossed a line that he never should have and of course, kids don't tell. The bruises, there happened to always be a story for why they were there. Her mother always took care of her, never asking questions and always believing the story that she heard.

When the truth came out, her brother was sent to jail and she was left to cope with the years of truama that had come over her. Yet, nobody talked about it, her parents treated her as if she was this delicate object that if you even touched, would shatter. She was only eleven when she started to notice the gaps in her memory and her friends from school would bring up conversations that she couldn't remember having.

"It's like you are in this dark waiting room, but in your own head. There are chairs along the walls but it is dead silent. Eventually, someone showed up. She would be in the corner, never spoke. But I named her Mia."

Mia was the first to show up. Waverley took several years to even notice what was going on. She was too young to understand. Mia was how Waverley was able to separate herself from the trauma, where Mia held the memories but she didn't. After another few years, there was Caterina. The life of the party and the confidence Waverley wishes that she always had. She would "switch" and find clothes that she would of never bought and empty bottles of wine around her. That waiting room, Caterina would be laughing and wanting to always talk.

"I always saw her in these tight clothes but it's weird, it's not like I could see her face. I don't know how to explain it."

After another few months, she knew there was someone else, there were bruises on her arms again and a box of cigarettes in her room when she could never even stand the smell. Victoria was the next one. Waverley always tried to suppress her, she was violent yet, she was the personality she needed when she was younger, one that would fight back, that's why Victoria was there. What she would notice was Victoria hovering around Mia and even sometimes she could tell when Victoria is at co-conciousness with her, it is this dark energy that she can't explain. She doesn't feel like her body is her own, even is she knows that they are just shatters of her personality, it feels like she is sharing herself with three different people. Whenever she is switching, she starts blinking rapidly until her body goes limp for a split second and then someone else has taken over.

"Victoria is the one who has always gotten me...no not me..us.. in trouble. She's the reason we are all stuck in this facility."

7 Precious Memories:

• (4) 'Waverley' - Her brother taking her out and going to get ice cream while walking around the busy streets
• (7) 'Waverley' - When she was with her mother and they went to the fabric store and Waverley was able to pick out a fabric since her mother was going to teach her how to sew her own dress
• (8) 'Waverley and Mia' - When she got her first bike, Mia was ecstatic and even though there was a 'shift', she could feel the little girl's joy. At her age, she thought this was normal
• (9) 'Mia' - Mia got her hands on a camera and had a whole photo shoot with her dolls. It was one of those cameras that you only have like twenty pictures and then you get them processed but Mia loved it.
• (15) 'Caterina' - Her first kiss, behind the gate on the side of her high school
• (16) 'Victoria' - She was on a walk in Central Park and there was this area that had a hill where she could climb and see almost over all of central park and there was something about it to where she had never been so at peace
• (16) 'Waverley' - Her sweet sixteen party. She was able to stay in control for the whole day and she got to have a party with all of her friends around along with her favorite cake which was a marble cake with buttercream frosting.

How You Got Sent to Safe Assistance:

"It almost felt like there were these voices in my head and my head was pounding. It had become just too much and it was one of those nights, I thought I was going crazy, Victoria took over and next thing I know, I'm no longer in control. I wake up in what looked like a hospital room with bandages around my wrists."

Writing Sample:

Spoiler

Sakiya watched what happened, not being able to move, not even noticing how every other person around her had either been brutally killed or fled in fear for their lives. 'Run you idiot run!' Her mind screamed at her as she commanded her legs to move, yet, nothing happened. Maybe it was fear? Shock? Maybe she was just mesmerized by something so dark. No, this had to be some sort of dream, that stuff...that stuff was impossible. Wings? Ha this seemed to be a rather vivid dream. 'Wake up Sakiya, wake up!' her thoughts yelled at her but no, it didn't take a genius to realize this was reality. Then something else happened, “We were told you and Lucifer abandoned Hell” one of the creatures hissed with a venomous tone. There was someone else there, but he didn't seem to be caring what the creature said, one second he was there and then he was turned to what looked like dust, wait no, ash.

She could feel her heart drop as the words were spoken out loud to her. “You have seen things that should have never been witnessed by any human and now you will suffer the consequence of being forced to work beside me.” Her mouth had gone dry and she was at a loss for words. Everything around her almost seemed like a blur but this one guy was in perfect focus. No words came out. 'Ah come on are you seriously going to let some guy boss you around?' She thinks to herself, almost amused but her face showed nothing but terror. His voice alone made her shiver, it was way too dark, almost sounding rehearsed. His tone was laced with something else, maybe a threat? A threat of what? Somehow by some miracle, she found her voice again. "Excuse me?" she started taking a daring step closer to him, regaining her composure. "What did I exactly do to deserve a 'consequence'? Last time I checked, it wasn't illegal to simply walk down a street."

Sakiya really wasn't in the mood to deal with this guy's bullshit with whatever he was talking about. "Wait, you know what, great street performance. You will make it in Hollywood big time. Here's a tip for next time, don't take the act so far." she said, her voice clearly showing a mix of trying to keep her temper, and sarcasm. She figured maybe it was all special effects? There was something odd about it, she knew for a fact but, she needed to get out of there one way or another. 'Confidence Sakiya' she thought to herself as she walked away with a purpose, not letting her steps falter in the slightest. Rolling her eyes slightly, she continues to walk, not daring to even glance behind her.

Relationships:

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[Slim Intoxicado]

Name: Nikita (Pronounced NICK-KEY-TUH) Dyatlov (Pronounced DEE-AT-LOVV)
Nickname: Nik
Age: 17
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Birthday: June 6th
Job (If applicable): N/A

Appearance
Description: Nikita stands fairly tall, although slouching a bit, which makes him seem an inch or so shorter than he is. He has messy, straight, dark brown hair that goes in every direction, but mainly downward. His skin is quite pale, as he stays in the dark as much as he can, and he always has bruises, cuts, and scrapes throughout his body. His eyes are an empty, dark blue color, and have dark red rings around them that are quite noticeable. His nails are also very, very short, as he bites them constantly. He does, however, have a small bit of muscle on him - albeit not much - due to the fact that he does exercise from time to time, and he has a fairly stable diet. He doesn't have a six-pack or anything, but he's quite healthy indeed. He'd be much more fit if he had the energy for it, but of course, he can only stay active for so long. When he does exercise, it's because he knows he really has to, and really, really pushes himself to do so. Nikita's fashion sense consists mainly of warm, cloth clothing to counter the cold temperatures he prefers to be in. He has a dark blue hoodie that he wears more or less every day, and he often wears sweatpants or pajama pants with it. He also sometimes wears beanies to keep his wild hair in check.

Height: 5'11"
Weight: 160
Body Type: Slim fit

Personality
Personality (Paragraph form please):
Nikita, given his state of extreme sleep deprivation, is a mess. He has a horrible memory, is always paranoid, and sometimes makes irrational decisions. He always has good intentions, however. Despite his actions, he usually wants what's best for the people around him, if he thinks they deserve it. Nikita has a fairly rational moral compass, but it gets derailed quite often due to his exhaustion. In the rare cases you may find Nikita feeling well-rested, you'll find him to be very intelligent, and somewhat outgoing. His hobby of reading and writing does help him turn his brain gears, and it definitely helps him cope with his generally irrational thinking. A main symptom of sleep deprivation is, obviously, extreme fatigue, which Nikita shows quite clearly. He slouches, he never has his eyes fully open, and he occasionally nods off. There have been countless cases of people having full conversations with Nikita, and then him forgetting everything that happened, right in the middle of talking.

Likes (3+): The small amount of rest he gets, once in a blue moon / Ambient noises, such as the hum of a refrigerator, the whirr of a fan, or the buzzing of a light / Cold things. (Cold rooms, cold drinks, cold showers, etc)
Dislikes (3+): Loud noises / Large groups of people / The doctors and nurses
Hobbies (3+): Reading / Attempting to sleep / Writing / Singing, which is a bit ironic
Fears (3+): Being pitied / Not being able to move / Being experimented on
Weakesses (3+): Chronic, very severe insomnia, and everything that comes with it / social instability / insecurity

Biography

Spoiler: Bio

Nikita Dyatlov was born in Buffalo, NY to a family of Russian immigrants who spoke very little English. Due to this, Nikita grew up being bilingual, speaking fluent Russian and English. Nikita lived a fairly normal life for most of his childhood - He went to school, had a few friends, didn't get into too much trouble. Things started to go downhill when he was about 10, however, when his parents began to notice he was staying up much later than usual. When asked about it, Nikita simply said he couldn't sleep, and shrugged it off like it was nothing. However, it became more of a habit as time went on, and he began sleeping less and less, sometimes staying awake for days, even on sleeping medication. His father had had enough, and took him to the doctor to get him checked out. He was diagnosed with insomnia, was prescribed more sleeping medication, and got sent on his way. The medicine didn't help, and his problems got worse. He began falling behind in school, becoming more irritable, and acting very strange in general. Despite his issues, though, his parents decided not to do anything yet. He was still active and had friends, so they thought they'd stay dormant until something serious happened.

That something happened one cold December night, when Nikita's mother heard pounding and groans coming from his room. After about thirty minutes of it, the noises finally stopped, and his mom went to investigate. What she found horrified her - Writing and drawings all over the walls and ceiling of complete nonsense, with her son nowhere to be found. Almost reluctantly, she checked the closet, where she found the culprit - a knocked out Nikita with both of his arms cut wide open. Finally, he'd gotten some rest.

When Nikita came to a few days later, his arms were wrapped up in bandages, and he was in what seemed to be a hospital.

If only he'd known.

7 Precious Memories (list format please):
-A serious heart-to-heart moment he had with his best friend
-Meeting his pet dog for the first time
-Performing with his old band for the first time
-Seeing his sister for the first time when she got out of the hospital
-Waking up one day on the weekend when he felt actually refreshed
-Writing his first story
-Sneaking out of his house for the first time

How You Got Sent to Safe Assistance: His mother found obsessive writing on the walls of his bedroom in marker, then found him unconscious in his bedroom closet with a marker next to him, and his wrists cut.

Writing Sample:

Spoiler: From an RWBY RP

Lash thought all was going well, until the Grimm did what Lash would describe as a, 'motherfucking backflip', which would've crushed and killed him if it wasn't for the shield that Aegis gave him. He retracted his chains once he was free, and watched a tree be thrown at the girl. He winced a bit, but realized she was okay, and dusted himself off.

"I think... I think I know what to do.." He panted, and continued running at the spider-monster. He launched his chain whip back at the beast's rear, which caused it to turn around and look at him. Lash quickly took off his sunglasses and stared directly into its two main eyes. Suddenly, the beast stopped moving altogether, turned to him, and stared right back. Lash turned his head side to side in a serpentine-like motion, and began speaking in a strange, indecipherable language. The Grimm had all of its attention on Lash, and Lash slowly raised his hand into the air and pointed at it, signaling for Aegis to attack.

The Grimm simply stood in place, not moving, not flinching, staring back at the snake eyes, completely entranced.

 

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Tempest Rosalie Rhys

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  Name:
  Tempest Rosalie Rhys
  Nickname:
  Rose, Temp
  Age:
  17
  Sexuality:
  Hetero
  Birthday:
  02.28
  Job (If applicable):
  Works at a small bookstore​

  
  
  
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  Hair Color:
  Light brown/Dirty Blonde
  Eye Color:
  Light Brown/Hazel
  Height:
  5'7
  Weight:
  125 lbs.
  Body Type:
  Slim/Fit​

  
  
  
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  Personality (Paragraph form please):
  On the outside, Tempest is a facade of calm, cool, and collected. On the inside, she is a ticking time bomb. If she gets set off, she has episodes of extreme anger, uncontrollable anxiety, sadness, etc. Tempest can come across as standoffish, but she is an extremely caring and loyal friend. She is constantly observing and analyzing everyone and everything. She believes in being kind to those who deserve it, and always fights for what is right. She is a bit of a perfectionist, stemming from her past. She is typically quiet and moody-seeming, honest, and courageous.
  Likes (3+):
  Music, Foreign Languages, Books, Excercise, Coffee, Nature (Especially the Beach), Travel, Jewelry
  Dislikes (3+):
  Big Egos, Ignorance, Laziness, Staying Indoors, Being Bored
  Hobbies (3+):
  Studying new languages, Going to Concerts, Running, Trying new things, Chess, Pickpocketing
  Fears (3+):
  Tight spaces, Failure, Her parents
  Weakesses (3+):
  Temper, Panic Attacks, Perfectionism, ADHD​
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  Bio (Paragraph form please):
  Tempest was born into an extremely wealthy family in Stockholm, Sweden. They moved to America shorty after, but sent her to various boarding schools around the world to keep her well-educated and cultured. Whenever she would return home, her parents would look over her accomplishments, when they were not up to their standards, they'd every punish her. She soon realized that perfection was the standard she needed to meet. Having ADHD made meeting her parents expectations 10 times harder, but out of fear, Tempest pushed through it without meds, scared of what they'd do if they found out she had a learning disability. Through this, when she was around 12, she developed an eating disorder, refusing to eat if she did anything wrong, as well as needing to look perfect to the outside world. On top of the ptsd caused by the long-term abuse of her parents, a traumatizing event happened when she was around 16, causing her to get random panic attacks and emotional episodes due to certain triggers.
  7 Precious Memories (list format please):
  -Going to her first ever concert
  -Being Valedictorian of her class
  -Winning an international foreign language competition
  -Moving away from her parents to attend boarding school
  -Getting her first job (Without her parents' consent)
  -Hiking her first mountian
  -Cliff Jumping into the beautiful Waters of Greece
  How You Got Sent to Safe Assistance:
  Tempest was found passed out near the door to her dorm a few hours after she took her last semester exam. When worried staff tried to wake her, she had a panic attack in front of many students and faculty members. Her parents were so embarrassed that they immediately removed her from the school and placed her in the care of Safe Assistance.​
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  Spoiler: Writing Sample

  One night when she was 15, Vasilissa left work and began to walk through the cold alleyways that led to her apartment. However, about a block from her complex, a group of four men blocked her path. When she attempted to get past them, they became increasingly physical and she began to fear for her life. When one of the men slammed his fist into her cheek and pinned her against the wall and another began to try to feverishly undress and kiss her, Vasilissa broke. She shut her eyes tight and felt a rage she had never felt before—she wanted these men to feel the fear that they had made her feel—at first she heard blood-curdling screams, and then, seconds later, an eerie silence. She only opened her eyes when she was sure the men were no longer a threat, but when she did, she found that the men were on the ground dead, faces frozen in horror. Vasilissa was so horrified by what she had done that she left her mother, believing she would be safer without her, and fled Caniron to go to Teema, leaving her past behind her. Overtime, Vasilissa began to utilize and control her powers in order to survive. She found easy work as a card dealer at a casino in one of the wealthier sectors of Lestain, finding the obnoxiously rich men and women easy to dupe-without leaving her with a guilty conscience.

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[jinkx]

Name: Kiane Crawley
"Whatever's fine. I'll let you know if I hate it."
Nickname: Open to anything. Affectionately dubbed KC by close friends.
"Old enough, you know what I mean?"
Age: Seventeen
"Don't worry, I don't want any gifts."
Birthday: November 23rd
"Don't get too interested. My boyfriend's waiting for me on the outside."
Sexuality: Bi/Pansexual
"Money is money, right?"
Occupation: Student / Pizza Delivery

"Nothing wacky or interesting to see here. Move it along."
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Dark brown
"I'm not that short. Average, really."
Height: 5' 6"

"Far from buff."
Weight: 120lbs
Body Type: Short, slim

"Just kind of a nobody, I guess. A confident, cool nobody. But still, nothing to show or tell about."
Personality: Kiane considers himself to be more a background person than somebody in the spotlight; he knows that if life was a video game, he really wouldn't be main character material. He is used to going unnoticed. Regardless, he has many positive qualities. For one, he has a big heart underneath his quiet facade and he cares deeply for other people; he is always willing to help out other people when he can. At the same time, he knows when it's best to keep his mouth shut and let other people get along with their lives. When he speaks, he speaks quietly but confidently. He can be good in a crisis as he very rarely loses his cool and is rarely seen angry or upset. He has an addictive personality and has been hooked on nicotine since the age of fourteen. He has also struggled with other forms of addiction in the past. Kiane can be very open when spoken to, as well as being very open-minded about others, and his friends often find him a very comforting presence; he is quick to share a story or make conversation if he thinks the other person needs him to. Kiane is an excellent driver, enjoys old music, and usually seems content. He is not a leader and will sometimes just go along with the crowd.

"I used to like getting high but I don't do that anymore."
Likes: Driving at night, movies, skylights
"I'm dyslexic. The other two don't need explaining."
Dislikes: Elevators, books, bright lights
"I bet you'll never guess. That's sarcasm, by the way."
Hobbies: Smoking, driving, video games
"A magician never gives away his fears. Hang on, that's wrong, isn't it?"
Fears: Small spaces, losing his friends/family, stick insects
"A bit pathetic, in my opinion."
Weaknesses: Easily addicted, claustrophobic, low self esteem

Biography: Originally from England, his family moved to the US when he was in middle school, (he still speaks with an English accent to this day), and that's where he's lived ever since. His mom is British and his Dad is American, which is why the family ended up moving back. He grew up with an older brother, who he's always been very close with, and generally did well at school and made a few, close friends. It was in middle school that he came out to his parents about being trans- although, he hadn't actually known the word at the time. It wasn't really something he was picked on for because nobody really noticed him. Kiane is used to being invisible to most people.

Despite appearing reasonably happy, Kiane started struggling with addiction in his first year of high school. It started with the smoking- a few kids he knew were smoking and once he tried it, he was hooked. He had always had a bit of an addictive personality, a tendency to get hooked onto things, and he hasn't broken his smoking habit to this day. The smoking was pretty much a gateway as high school quickly became a world of drugs, who was doing them, who was dealing them. Kiane eventually had to go to rehab when he was fifteen and then again when he was sixteen, after he experienced a relapse. He has not taken drugs since coming out of rehab the second time (except nicotine).

He was still having a difficult time, even after getting clean. Maybe that was why he decided to drink the paint thinner. It had seemed like a good idea at the time.

Seven Precious Memories:

• Playing in the backyard with his brother
  • "It's one of the first things I can remember."
• Moving to America
  • "I like it here much better."
• His brother teaching him to drive
  • "I was only, what? Fourteen. Too young. I fell in love with it."
• Getting high for the first time (X)
  • "Hey, if it wasn't enjoyable, people wouldn't do it."
• First time holding his boyfriend's hand
  • "That was when we first started dating."
• Getting clean
  • "It was really difficult. The hardest thing I've ever done."
• Coming out to his parents
  • "Okay, admittedly this one's more bittersweet. But it's still important."

"I don't know. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time. Can we just forget about it?"
How You Got Sent to Safe Assistance: He was caught attempting to drink paint thinner. It was a bad idea, (he knows that now but it seemed like a viable escape at the time), and his parents handed him over to Safe Assistance quickly.

Writing Sample

Spoiler

Kiane Crawley
Location: Common Room

Safe Assistance marked the third time that Kiane had been institutionalised, the first two both being rehab clinics, but he had to admit that there was something different about this place. For one, he wasn't allowed to smoke- something that had been allowed at both rehab centers because most people in there had been in for significantly harder drugs than nicotine. Instead, he had been soothing his withdrawal symptoms through a combination of patches and gum. Both disgusted him and begging the nurses for nicotine patches made him feel like a junkie again. Another thing was that the vibe of this place was completely different. He couldn't place exactly what it was that felt different here but something about the way the nurses looked a little too hard at him, like they were almost waiting for him to make a wrong move. His therapist kept assuring him the anxiety was from withdrawals but the longer he was here, the more Kiane felt that he was trapped in a cage. And, the more he longed for a fucking decent smoke.

Currently, he was in the common room with a few other people. Occasionally, people would wander in or start chatting to each other but Kiane restricted himself to a table, where he lazily shuffled a deck of cards and filed them out to begin another game of solitaire. He wasn't exactly a loner. As he'd been here for around a week, Kiane knew a handful of the people here by names or by faces and sometimes he would talk to them. He liked talking to other people well enough and it made him feel a little less like he was going mad. But he didn't go out of his way to strike up a conversation with anyone, since he preferred not to interfere with other people's lives if he didn't have to. Especially while he was in Safe Assistance- one of the key things he'd learned first from the people he used to use with and then with the people he'd recovered with was that, sometimes you hang out with other people but you keep yourself to yourself. If you talk to people as you're shooting up, that's fine, but as soon as you come down, you have to stay strangers. In short, Kiane spoke to people but he didn't like to get involved with them and their lives. Sharing a needle or a therapist doesn't make you best mates for life.

Still, he watched with mild interest as somebody he didn't recognise- a new kid, who really did look like a kid- wandered in and took a lonely seat at another table. Quickly followed by another kid he didn't know who joined Waverley- was that her name? Or was it Beverly? He didn't remember if he'd ever spoken to her before but she was an odd one- at her table and started to chat to her. They must've known each other on the Outside, which is something Kiane both muses about and dreads happening. Somebody he knows walking in here, he means. It's not hard to imagine somebody he knew from hanging around the back of his high school wandering in but he sort of hopes it will never happen. Another thing he knows about recovery: the key is removing yourself from the situation. That's why he doesn't understand the point of this place, why shove so many unstable teenagers in together and expect them to get any better? They rub off each other in the worst ways.

Kiane theorised, jokingly, that the government shoved them all in together with the hopes that they'll all kill each other and they'll paint it like a big tragedy in the newspaper headlines, sure, but that'll be another problem in this country solved.

Bored, he continued with his game of solitaire with the cards and absentmindedly chewing his gum, pressing it against his cheek with his tongue so that he could absorb the nicotine. Nowhere near as good as a smoke but in places like these, you take what you can get and you're grateful for them. Even if it doesn't stop his hands from shaking a little as he moves the cards around on the table and eyed Waverley- he was more and more sure that was her name now- and the new kid at the nearby table, eager to eavesdrop even if he doesn't want to get involved. Occasionally, he glanced over at the other new kid, who looked younger and therefore more vulnerable, as if checking on her. He always kept an eye on the things that happened in this place, even if he didn't like to get involved- Kiane cared deeply about these strangers, even if he didn't like to admit it, not even to himself.

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[Rock And Roll Boy]

Name: Michelle Bryans

Nickname: M, Em, Chelle, Bri (Br-ee, or Br- i)

Age: 16 (Nearly seventeen)

Sexuality: Unsure

Birthday: January 2nd. 2002.

Job (If applicable): Fast Food worker.

Appearance: Short blonde hair, glasses, slender figure and nose.

Picture:





Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Hazel

Height: 6 ft.

Weight: Slightly lighter than the average weight.

Body Type: Thin

Personality:

Michelle is a sweet soul and, even when angered, doesn't resort to extreme results to gain an advantage over a situation.


Personality:

Michelle, when approached, will always take a benevolent approach. Unless she needs to, she won't inflict harm on someone.

She, however, won't reveal any secrets about herself, even to her good friends.



When someone becomes her friend, she will always be there for them. Even when they do some shady stuff, unless they're affiliated with dangerous people.


Likes (3+):

. Her family and friends
. The Beatles & The Clash

Dislikes (3+):

. Having to get a new prescription for her glasses every few months

. Manufactured Pop music

. Guns (although she doesn't express this often)

Hobbies (3+):
. Playing guitar; mainly her Acoustic Gibson J-200

. Football with her male friends

. Swimming

(Although she quit a year ago due to her heart surgery).

Fears (3+):

. Becoming completely blind
. Spiders
. Becoming paralysed
. Her heart giving in

Weakesses (3+):

. Michelle's blind as a bat without her glasses on.

. Has had heart surgery recently, so she could risk stressing her heart out if she's put under pressure.

. She's extremely scared of spiders

Bio (Paragraph form please):

Michelle grew up in Liverpool, England to an English Father and a French-English Mother. The Beatles are her parent's favourite band; their song Michelle was the factor in deciding Michelle's name. Michelle would hear them play The Beatles on consistent occasions.

Her father used to play in a Beatles tribute band; on lead & rhythm guitar and vocals. He taught Michelle how to play the guitar when she was younger, then how to sing once she was comfortable with a guitar. Michelle would hear frequent critiques from her father when she'd sing, like she was leagues off from the correct key and can't hold a certain note. That made her refrain from singing for a few years.

Her mother would, usually, watch Michelle and her husband play outside, glass of wine in hand, waving and giggling. She didn't hesitate to show Michelle how to cook, teaching her numerous recipes and techniques. However, Michelle didn't go as far into the world of cooking as her mother wanted but that didn't upset her mother, in fact it made her care for her daughter more.

Michelle kept active in her early teen years; swimming twice a week and playing football every weekend with her friends. She never cared for make-up and tending to her hair, despite her mother teaching her about both these things.

Later on in her years, Michelle suffered a severe heart attack during a football game and had to have emergency surgery on her heart. This impacted her adrenaline and stress tolerance significantly. Her parents nearly kept her inside after the surgery before Michelle kept going out and playing more sports recklessly, risking her heart. Her parents then restricted her outings before sending her off.


7 Precious Memories (list format please):

. Learning how to tune her guitar

. The first song she ever played; Love Me Do by The Beatles.

. The first meal her and her mother made together; Bacon and Eggs on Toast.

. The first friend she made; Marcus. She befriended him after she lost her glasses during a game of football and he saved them from getting trodden on. He returned them to her after the game, once he gave her glasses back to her.

. When Marcus tried to kiss her before she rejected it and resulted in them, slowly, drifting apart.

. Her father buying her Please Please Me by the Beatles, after a month of her wearing out the vinyl.

. Her heart attack


How You Got Sent to Safe Assistance:

Her parents sending her there after continuously risking her heart condition.


Writing Sample:


Asukra was still in her pouty mood, clinging to Red's arm. The doctor examined Asukra's eyes thoroughly and got an immediate result. She had a severe eye infection, probably caused by her not cleaning her contacts properly since she doesn't wear them often.

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Asukra was close to speeding as she drove through town, although she obeyed the road signs. As she was going through a busy road, a stray car hit the back of her own, making her fly forward, her head hitting the steering wheel, her glasses completely broken. If it wasn't for her glasses, she would've been in a concussion. She kept driving, dazed and her vision just smudges of incoherent colours. She knew how dangerous it was; driving without her glasses on, making her nearly crash as she continued to drive, pulling over near the start of the cliff.

Relationships

Amare te stesso

 

[BlackOrchid02]

"Sometimes I cut myself to see how much it bleeds. It's like adrenaline,the pain is such a sudden rush for me."

BASICS

Name: Winona Marie Stratton
Nickname: Winnie, Nona, or Ree
Age: 16 almost 17
Sexuality: Bisexual
Birthday: November 23rd
Job: Was a Cafe Barista

APPEARANCE

Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Chocolate Brown with faint Green specks in them
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 125lbs.
Body Type: Average body type of the Slim side

PERSONALITY

Personality: Winona is pretty reserved and doesn't often trust people. She tends to keep to herself often, because of an accident she cannot speak at all. Winona doesn't like interacting with people unless she has too and she absolutely hates talking about her past. Despite that, her other side, the side she shows when no one is looking, is that she loves to have fun and take risks. She treasures her friends when she has them and just wants to be understood.
Likes: Cutting (I'll explain), Adrenaline Rushes, Dogs, Coffee, Signing
Dislikes: Hospitals, Doctors, Smoking, Feeling Scared, People
Hobbies: Making Coffee Art, Photography, Writing, Swimming, and Watching Movies
Fears: Living the rest of her life in a hospital, Not having control of her life, Arachnophobia, Stuck in a crowd of people.
Weakesses: Can't go a week without cutting. Gets irritated easily by small things. Bottles up her feelings.

BACKGROUND

Bio: Winona's mother died in a car crash when she was 7, due to the crash and surgery she lost her ability to speak. She was an only child and spent almost all her time immersed in learning how to sign. After her mother died, her father in a way, abandoned her due to grief, he didn't care what happened to her as long as she was healthy and fine at home. She was raised by the maid who stayed in their home; their maid had a daughter about Winona's age, Morgan, so and she got along with her quite nicely. While at school Winona made she keep herself invisible just like at home, people didn't mind because of her inability to speak. She decided to stay in the background where she felt most comfortable, it wasn't until she was 12 she was running around the house with Morgan and ran right into a mounted mirror. Running into the glass shattered the mirror and some pieces cut into her, yet to her, it didn't hurt as badly as she thought it was. To her felt, kinda...good, in a way. Ever since then she's experimented with it in the quiet of her room and it's become her new "high" for when she's not feeling her best. A few days after her birthday she was caught cutting in her bedroom by the maid, the maid had told her father. She was sent to a hospital, everyone thought the effects of her mother's death were finally getting to her and she was now depressed. Despite her protest, Winona was sent to groups and was restricted from anything sharp.
7 Precious Memories:
- Going to the park with her parents and having a picnic when she was little.
- Learning ASL (American Sign Language).
- Learning to Swim.
- Her Best Friend, Morgan, understanding why she cuts, even if she doesn't fully support it.
- Taking a class in Photography.
- Her First Kiss.
- Winning a swimming competition.
How You Got Sent to Safe Assistance: Winona was going through a hard time, she snuck into her neighbor's house and grabbed the first sharpest things she found. She started cutting and getting comfortable, the neighbors caught her just about put the object to her skin, and called her father. Her father immediately sent her to Safe Assistance not wanting to deal with her antics any further.

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Spoiler: Writing Sample

Morgan stood with the group rocking back and forth, she could feel small sweat beads start to form across her forehead. She was scared and wasn't afraid to admit it, all through her head were voices shouting at her, Turn around! What are you doing?! It will always be safe in the vaults!. Growing up everybody always told her the vaults would be the safest and the outside world was toxic and unhabitable. Morgan didn't know what was on the surface and she wasn't she anybody else did either, from what she knew of Amata she trusted her. She wiped her forehead and looked ahead at the door, Morgan knew she had to start thinking for herself and making her own decisions and this was the time to do it. Morgan looked around at everybody, it was a small group and she had seen some of them around the vault, was she gonna put her life in the hands of these people? Putting her arms by her side and clenching her fists into balls she steadied herself and prepared for whatever was on the surface.

Spoiler: Out of BBCode

Basics
Name: Winona Marie Stratton
Nickname: Winnie, Nona, or Ree
Age: 16 almost 17
Sexuality: Bisexual
Birthday: November 23rd
Job: Was a Cafe Barista

Appearance
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Chocolate Brown with faint Green specks in them
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 125lbs.
Body Type: Average body type of the Slim side

Personality
Personality: Winona is pretty reserved and doesn't often trust people. She tends to keep to herself often, because of an accident she cannot speak at all. Winona doesn't like interacting with people unless she has too and she absolutely hates talking about her past. Despite that, her other side, the side she shows when no one is looking, is that she loves to have fun and take risks. She treasures her friends when she has them and just wants to be understood.
Likes: Cutting (I'll explain), Adrenaline Rushes, Dogs, Coffee, Signing
Dislikes: Hospitals, Doctors, Smoking, Feeling Scared, People
Hobbies: Making Coffee Art, Photography, Writing, Swimming, and Watching Movies
Fears: Living the rest of her life in a hospital, Not having control of her life, Arachnophobia, Stuck in a crowd of people.
Weakesses: Can't go a week without cutting. Gets irritated easily by small things. Bottles up her feelings.

Biography
Bio: Winona's mother died in a car crash when she was 7, due to the crash and surgery she lost her ability to speak. She was an only child and spent almost all her time immersed in learning how to sign. After her mother died, her father in a way, abandoned her due to grief, he didn't care what happened to her as long as she was healthy and fine at home. She was raised by the maid who stayed in their home; their maid had a daughter about Winona's age, Morgan, so and she got along with her quite nicely. While at school Winona made she keep herself invisible just like at home, people didn't mind because of her inability to speak. She decided to stay in the background where she felt most comfortable, it wasn't until she was 12 she was running around the house with Morgan and ran right into a mounted mirror. Running into the glass shattered the mirror and some pieces cut into her, yet to her, it didn't hurt as badly as she thought it was. To her felt, kinda...good, in a way. Ever since then she's experimented with it in the quiet of her room and it's become her new "high" for when she's not feeling her best. A few days after her birthday she was caught cutting in her bedroom by the maid, the maid had told her father. She was sent to a hospital, everyone thought the effects of her mother's death were finally getting to her and she was now depressed. Despite her protest, Winona was sent to groups and was restricted from anything sharp.
7 Precious Memories:
- Going to the park with her parents and having a picnic when she was little.
- Learning ASL (American Sign Language).
- Learning to Swim.
- Her Best Friend, Morgan, understanding why she cuts, even if she doesn't fully support it.
- Taking a class in Photography.
- Her First Kiss.
- Winning a swimming competition.
How You Got Sent to Safe Assistance: Winona was going through a hard time, she snuck into her neighbor's house and grabbed the first sharpest things she found. She started cutting and getting comfortable, the neighbors caught her just about put the object to her skin, and called her father. Her father immediately sent her to Safe Assistance not wanting to deal with her antics any further.

 

[im jess saying]

Basics
Name: Marley Jacobs
Nickname: n/a
Age: 17
Sexuality: bisexual
Birthday: June 3rd
Job (If applicable): high school student

Appearance
Hair Color: blonde
Eye Color: green
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 110 and plummeting
Body Type: too skinny

Personality
Personality:
Marley is completely controlled by her eating disorder. She doesn't have much of a personality because all she can think about is how to avoid eating at all cost. She is a shell of depression and anxiety and often times just sleeps for hours on end. She doesn't remember the last time she laughed. Because she hates her step mother so much, she developed a rebellion against authority figures. She doesn't listen very well and often times gets angry when they tell her what to do. She has an addictive personality. When she becomes friends with someone she becomes obsessed with the person. She wants to hang out with them 24/7 and gets jealous when they spend time with someone else. She ruins most of her friendships this way. She can also get addicted to substance easy. She became a smoker when she read on the internet that cigarettes keep you skinny. Sometimes you can catch Marley playing cards. She carries around a deck of cards wherever she goes and often challenged people to a game of war or is seen playing solitaire by herself. Sometimes she can get lost in a game of cards and for a moment...forgets.

Likes:
her mother.
coffee.
seeing her ribs.
stepping on the scale.
listening to music.
running.
feeling in control.
the empty feeling in her stomach.
when people tell her she looks "too thin"
smoking cigarettes.
playing cards.

Dislikes:
food.
eating.
seeing a higher number than 110 on the scale.
clothes.
her step mother.
the doctors.

Hobbies:
not eating for as long as she possibly can.
drinking black coffee at local coffee shops.
circling her fingers around her arm to make sure her fingers touch.
playing cards.

Fears:
gaining weight.
losing her mother.
dying and nobody caring.

Weaknesses:
depression.
anxiety.
an eating disorder.
food.
listening to authority figures.
suicide risk.
addictive personality.

Biography
Bio:
Marley didn't know exactly when it started, but she knew why. "Lose some weight, fatty." They were just children on the blacktop at recess. That kid probably didn't understand the phrase that came out of his mouth and yet, it stuck with Marley for the rest of her life. Lose some weight, fatty. As a child, Marley was a chubby kid. "More to love," her mother would say. For a long time Marley didn't care about the extra weight she had on her. What child would? As long as she could run around and play like the other kids, she was a happy and healthy little girl. Middle school is when it all changed for her. Her friends would get together for sleepovers and pull out magazines and rate the half naked girls on how pretty they were. Marley looked nothing like the women she saw in magazines, and she wanted to change that. The summer of 8th grade is when she stopped eating.

At first, she would just throw her lunch away when she got to school and tell her mom she wasn't hungry for dinner. As she got older and her parents stopped regulating what she ate, she would only eat veggies claiming she was "a vegetarian now." After a while, it was unlikely to see Marley eating at all. The weight started to melt off her body. She became obsessed with the number on the scale. She would hop on after she ate anything, just to make sure she wasn't gaining any weight. Her family started getting worried and would invite her out to meals and serve all her favorite food. Marley stuck to her guns. It felt nice to be in control. Not eating is something she's good at. She started to develop a deep self loathing that spiraled into depression. Marley knew that not eating was bad but she couldn't stop. It became addictive. Her doctors would tell her she was destroying her body and she was going to die. "Maybe I'm better off dead, anyway."

Marley was born to a family of divorce. Her mother and father didn't get along so they decided to separate when Marley was in elementary school. Marley lived with her father full time, though she'd much rather live with her mother. Marley's mom wasn't very good at being a mom. She felt trapped as a wife and a mom and yearned to travel. After the divorce her mom started traveling around the world taking pictures of what she saw. She became a semi-famous travel photographer and lived her life to the fullest. She was always home for Marley's birthday and major holidays. Marley's mom was always more of a best friend to then a mother. Marley loved her mother so much but never understood why she wasn't around.

Relatively soon after the divorce, Marley's father remarried a nasty woman that she hated who she affectionately named "wicked step mother". One night they got into a screaming match about Marley's eating disorder after coming home from the doctor. Her step mother listed all the heath problems Marley had been diagnosed with because of her eating disorder and told her she was going to stop paying for the medical bills if she didn't start eating. "Fine!" Marley screamed back at her stepmother. "Then I'll just die. It'll be best for everyone!" That's the day that Marley's step mother packed her bags and dropped her off at Safe Assistance.

7 Precious Memories:
1. Her 10th birthday party. Her mother planned the entire thing. She had just come home from Japan and themed the entire party around Japanese culture. She remembers making sushi with her friends. She remembers the delicious taste of sushi and the different textured on her tongue. She remembers how much she loved eating when she was a child. How a simple piece of cake brought her so much joy.
2. Getting her first deck of playing cards. Her father brought them to her one day. He said he found them in the front yard and figured they were hers. She became obsessed with the deck of cards and learned how to play different games and do magic card tricks. To this day she carries that same deck of cards with her wherever she goes. Its become a nervous habit that she takes her cards out during meals and plays cards instead of eating.
3. Her middle school friends. She remembers staying up late at sleepovers and taking about the boys they had crushes on. She remembers passing notes to them in class and getting detention together for being disruptive. She remembers walking down the hall and waving to them, excitedly. Now when she passes these girls in the hall they're strangers again.
4. The vacations her mother would take her on. Sometimes, Marley traveled with her mother during the summer. It was always the best birthday present she could ask for. She's been to Italy, Mexico, Canada, and Australia. She loved any time spent with her mother.
5. Playing with her barbie dolls as a kid. She used to get them all dressed up and admire their skinny bodies and how good they looked in all their clothes.
6. The father daughter dance she went to when she was 8. She got to pick out a pretty pink dress and wear makeup. It's the only dance she's ever been to.
7. Her all time record for not eating before being hospitalized. It was only a few months ago. She lasted 18 days before she passed out and had to be hospitalized.

How you got sent to Safe Assistance: "My wicked stepmother packed all my shit up and left me on the doorstep of this place."

Writing Sample

Spoiler

Kit Elison

Kit had gotten the news in the middle of one of her mother's charity events she was forced to go to. Dead. He was dead. The word sounded to cliche on her tongue. It's everything they warned us about in Mrs. Anderson's 8th grade health class. Something you saw on a teen sitcom. Dead because of drugs. Dead of an overdose. Dead.

She hasn't been able to stop crying since she got the news. She didn't even know Grayson was using to this extent. I mean, they all used but they were always so careful. They weren't stupid when it came to drugs, Grayson especially. How had he gotten this bad? How had she not seen it? How had nobody seen it?

Grayson was her best friend. Grayson was everyone's best friend. They grew up together. He protected her. He was always there for her. He knew how to have fun and let loose. He knew how to include everyone so that no one felt left out. Life was fun and free and real. He always had an adventure in mind which made being his friend so invigorating. He was the life of the party. Now that he was gone, it felt like the party was over.

Kit sat in a towel fresh out of the shower starring at her neatly pressed black dress the maid had laid out on her bed. Tears started to roll. She's never dealt with death before. Not like this, anyways. People were always dying in her family but her family was so big she never got the chance to know any of these dead relatives.
She touched the fabric of her black dress remembering the last time the wore it. It was to a graduation party Grayson held for all their friends. He said she looked like a "poor little rich girl" in the black dress. He was always making fun of her lifestyle. Sometimes it got on Kit's nerves but now she would do anything to be called "daddy's girl" by Grayson one last time. She smiled at the dress, remembering what it was like to joke around with Grayson. To get on each other's nerves and have a screaming match in front of everyone (which happened at least once a month.) To play and banter with each other. She would never have any of this again. Grayson was dead.

Kit looked at her watch and noticed that she was running out of time and needed to bite the bullet and get ready for the service. Today, Kit would have to watch her best friend--her brother be buried 10 feet down in the ground never to return.

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Kit's driver dropped her off right in front of the church. She was late, as per usual. It was in Kit's nature to be late. This time it wasn't so much the time getting away from her but the anxiety surrounding the events to come. She sat in the car slowly putting her black gloves on to procrastinate the inevitable. She thought it would be funny to dress as white Anglo-Saxon protestant as she possibly could for his funeral. She knows that Grayson loved to tease her about it and he was probably laughing at her outfit right at this moment telling her she's "too white for her own good." This put a smile on her face as she was getting dressed.

"Miss Elison, do you want me to park and go with you?" Her driver offered. They were good friends. Or at least, as good of a friend a driver could be with his employer. Kit blotted her tears with a tissue, looked at the church, and finally opening the door to get out. "No thank you, Timothy. I can do this." She said with a sweet smile. He nodded his head and she stepped out. The parking lot was devoid of life. Everyone who was supposed to be at the service was already inside. She took a deep breath and walked toward the church her heels clicking on the ground as she walked.

When she got inside she was happy to see the service hadn't started yet. She could hear quiet whimpers and hushed voices as she walked into the church. Everyone was in their seat so she quickly hurried down the aisle to find her friends, trying to keep it together as much as she could. Once she spotted her friends she walked right up to where they were sitting quickly and quietly. When she saw their faces, she started crying. She couldn't help it. She saw Grayson in every single one of them. Grayson was the reason they were friends, after all. She looked at each of them in the eyes and sat down quietly trying to keep it together.

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Casey Barnes​

Basics

Name: Casey Ronan Barnes
Nickname: Case
Age: 16
Sexuality: Asexual
Birthday: April 7th
Job: None, but he volunteered at the animal shelter a lot

Appearance
Hair Color: Medium Brown
Eye Color: Hazel gold // grey
Height: 5’11
Weight: 140
Body Type: Changes between slightly chubby and a little too thin​

Personality​

Personality:
Casey is a gentle person. Although not entirely extroverted, he is comfortable around most people and always very enagaging. Most of his friends growing up were fairly introverted, so in a lot of ways he is more comfortable around introverted people than fellow extroverts. He is equally good at listening and carrying on a conversation, even with strangers. That said, he has an almost obsessive need to help // fix people who are obviously depressed or unhappy. While he is extremely tactful most of the time, when he tries to fix too many people or too many problems at once and fails, it is absolutely crushing to him.
Another weakness of Casey’s is his almost bipolar temper. Although it is rare, he has occasional bursts of a horrible temper where he lashes out at everyone over the tiniest detail before storming away. By the time his temper fades, he is always very apologetic and takes as much time as is needed to fix his mess. He does his best to control it when he can feel himself getting angry, but he has yet to learn any useful ways to avoid blowing up at people after his mood switches.
While Casey is genuinely happy and outgoing most of the time, he goes through spells, some worse than others, of depression. He learned from his parents how best to hide those deeper emotions until there was no one watching, so most of his friends don’t even know. More recently, however, he started struggling to find the strength to get out of bed for days in a row. A side effect of this is his struggle with food. Most days when he is bedridden, he refuses to eat and only drinks water when it’s forced on him. His struggles with weight and eating issues are very on and off, sometimes with weeks passing where he has no trouble at all.
Likes: Cold nights and warm sweaters, any and all holiday traditions, waking up early to watch the sunrise and going to bed late, monster trucks and race cars, baking cookies, eating breakfast foods for dinner
Dislikes: Old playgrounds, beaches, driving motorcycles, watching people struggle, tight clothes, reheated food
Hobbies: Building models, gardening, painting with watercolors
Fears: Seeing blood, getting sick, older men
Weaknesses: Panics when he is called out on anything, no self-worth, he has an overwhelming flight response when too many people around him are either fighting or freaking out, he freaks out big time whenever he is woken up in the dark​

Biography​

Bio:
Casey was a relatively normal kid, making friends easily and lacking any reason to be disruptive in school. His parents were blessed to have that once in a lifetime sort of love and luckily for Casey, he wasn’t left out or lonely, despite being an only child.
When he was still young, a strain on his parents relationship developed causing fights and tearful nights spent in separate rooms. When his mother found out that his grades were dropping and he was acting out in school, she realized the toll it was taking on him so she talked to his father. They both sat him down and explained that his mother was going away for a while and that she would be back when she was ready. At first he didn’t understand, being so young, and he made life hell on his father, who had never been a single parent before. Eventually they got into a groove and, although Casey missed his mother, she always sent postcards and called to talk to him every night.
A year and a half later, she came back home. At first he was angry at the way she just waltzed back into their lives like she hadn’t missed so much. She was very apologetic and made it clear that she wasn’t asking him to pretend that she hadn’t left, but that she hoped he would understand someday. And it was true, he did understand. Not why she thought running away would solve everything, but his parents stopped fighting and after some time, they seemed more in love than ever. That almost made it worth it.
Unfortunately, just as the family was getting back into a comfortable routine, Casey was thrown out it of it. He was suddenly depressed and acting anxious, some days going missing for hours after school. He covered it up for a while, telling his parents that he had taken up tutoring. Then his friends started dropping by his house to ask where he was and why he was never around after school anymore. When his parents confronted him about it, he expected them to be angry, but they weren’t. They didn’t even turn him in to the Safe Assistance. They just promised to help him as best they could. Of course, he never told them, or anyone, the full story, but it was easier with his parent’s help.
Then one day, his friends saw a vaguely familiar man at school talking to Casey. Next thing they knew, Casey was having a panic attack and the man was nowhere to be found. Casey managed to get a ride home with one of his friends and limited questions, but it was too late. He was turned in to Safe Assistance the next day.
7 Precious Memories:
••• When his parents took him to a racetrack for the first time on his seventh birthday. They got cotton candy and matching t-shirts and baseball caps of their favorite racer. Their racer didn’t win, but his dad brought him down onto the track to meet the racers and get his cap signed. On their way home, they stopped at a little diner for fries dipped in milkshakes and they talked for hours, ordering different flavor milkshakes whenever they ran out. It was midnight by the time they started off for home again, but they promised he could miss school the next day so he wouldn’t pass out in class. He had never slept so well.
••• When he stumbled on his father’s model building workshop in the back room of the garage. His mother had left recently and he had been spending more time alone, so he hadn’t really noticed when he father disappeared into the garage. That day his bike had gotten a flat tire so he went searching for an air pump in what he thought was just a garage storage room. It turned out to be dedicated to his father’s hobby, which he immediately wanted to join in on. It took a while for him to be any good at it, but his father’s patience while he taught Casey helped them both realize that they could get along without his mother.
••• Helping his mother in the garden for the first time after she came back home. She was just so happy to see him and it felt amazing to do something familiar together. His dad even came out and helped move some of the heavier branches. It was the first time he felt like they might actually become a real family again.
••• His mother introducing him to water coloring. After he came clean about his depression, both of his parents tried to find small things for him to do in his spare time that might make a good distraction. His mother suggested painting and, although he sucked at it, it worked as a distraction. The three of them took some art classes together at a small arts and crafts shop which is how his mother was reminded of watercolor, which she used to do as a child. She decided to teach it to Casey herself and they got to bond over it.
••• The impromptu skiing trip his parents took him on. His parents had noticed that he was always a bit jumpy whenever they went into town, so they decided a vacation was in order. They got him excused from a week of school and took him up to the nearest mountain range. They hadn’t taken a skiing trip in years so they all got to fall down the mountains together. He ended up twisting an ankle so instead of skiing the last few days they rented snowmobiles and raced each other.
••• When he and a childhood friend reconnected for a weekend of camping. They set out with sleeping bags and a bunch of food and spent the entire weekend talking about girls, building a mini-fort out of fallen branches, and racing each other up trees. On their return trip, they got to stop by a place they had played a lot when they were younger and ended up finding a time capsule someone from the seventies had left buried under their old treehouse. It was mostly a bunch of rusty keepsakes, but there was a note asking the capsule’s finders to bring the keepsakes to a certain address. Not quite ready to say goodbye to each other, they agreed to go together. It turned out to be some old lady’s house and she told them the stories behind the keepsakes while they ate freshly baked cookies.
••• Stargazing with one of his friends. They just laid in the grass behind his house and listened to music while staring at the night sky. It is something of a bittersweet memory, since it was the last time he saw his friend before she killed herself, but it is precious to him nonetheless.

How You Got Sent to Safe Assistance: Around a dozen people at school saw him having a panic attack and the next day an anonymous tip marked him as a suicide risk.

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Spoiler: Writing Sample

Music...laughing..dancing, bonfires, drunken singing, shrill screams. Not out of fear or pain, but out of happiness.
Atlas shut his eyes tightly, ignoring the discomfort from his scar, and let out a slow breath. He was no stranger to the celebrations of slayers before and after the hunt, but this was a bit...over done. Then again, the Harvest Moon Hunt was one that changed the lives of many of the hunters that embarked on it and it seemed right that they should have one last night of merriment before putting life and limb on the line.
His horse’s hooves thudded softly against the ground as they crossed the muddy line between wilderness and civilization. In a place like this, now crowded with so many people, it seemed civilization was taking a marked victory over the highly uncivil forest. Atlas honestly wasn’t sure he could say which he liked better. To be sure, the countless fires held a far greater magnetism in the disappearing evening light.
A drunk crashed into his horse and fell down laughing, prompting a slight sneer of disgust to pull at Atlas’ lips. It seemed a blessed miracle now that he had been delayed in his travels and thus had missed the first two days of this. Soon enough the streets became so crowded with drunk people who somehow didn’t see a massive black horse coming towards them that Atlas was forced to dismount and lead his stallion into the drunken fray. His way was hardly easier on foot and he wondered for a moment if he shouldn’t have just let the drunk people fend with his horse’s hooves for themselves, but eventually he made his way into a thinning crowd. After far too long a time weaving through the tiny breaks in the crowd, it seemed he had passed up the tavern where he was supposed to stay and ended up by the bonfires. He didn’t mind the warmth from the fires, but the hunters he had been traveling with until his delay were expecting him. Although when he considered the state of most of these hunters, it was doubtful that his traveling companions were missing him much.
He gave a slightly regretful look back the way he had come, but the solitude of the forest seemed miles away now. Not to mention, if it was even possible, the crowd he had just pushed through now seemed even more thickly packed. He looked around the considerably less inhabited area around the fires and spotted a hitching post he could tie his horse up to. The old lad would need some water and a rub down later, but Atlas decided he deserved a moment to enjoy the fire and perhaps one of the tall tales that was being shared by some of the more experienced hunters. He crossed the grass to the hitching post and tied Apollo to it. The Freisan nickered softly and lowered his head contentedly. It had been a long journey and the steed deserved his rest. So did Atlas.

He went to the closest fire, intrigued by the large crowd this storyteller had gathered. Hunters, or Dragon-slayers, were most proud of their bold and daring profession, but many of them were better at regaling imagined hunts than actually taking down Draki. He stood just outside the circle, taking a moment to glance over the enraptured audience, noting the glint of amusement in every eye, before he turned his attention to the storyteller himself.
He was tall and of intimidating build, with long greying hair and beard. Atlas didn’t miss the spark of attentiveness in the aging hunter’s eyes, nor the warmth in the smile he gave to those amongst his watchers that he was familiar with. Atlas cringed slightly at the longing in his heart, so powerful he almost felt his physical heart lurch. He stepped back quickly, turning his back to the fire, he returned to where his horse was standing patiently. His pace quickened until he was standing right beside the gentle beast, gloved hands tight on the saddle, ready to pull himself up and ride away. But instead, he hesitated, almost afraid to think what exactly was making him want to leave. His hands fell to his side and he looked over his shoulder to see the adoring crowd echoing cheers of ‘Hear, hear!’ in response to a toast. Apollo nudged his side with a soft whinny, probably just asking for a treat, but it was what Atlas needed to break from the trance.

“Alright boy. I haven’t forgotten you.” He said gently, facing the horse again and pulling a treat from the pouch on his belt. Apollo made sure to lick his glove clean of crumbs before turning away, his royal signal that he didn’t require any further services from Atlas. Atlas smiled and rubbed his neck affectionately. He wasn’t much a fan of animals, but Apollo was unique. Ever since Atlas had won him as a prize for slaying his first Draki, the gentle stallion had become his closest companion. It was rather pathetic, Atlas wasn’t afraid to admit, but true nonetheless. He sighed softly and sank to the ground with his back against the post. He tilted his head back to look at the stars, the sounds of merriment fading into the background as he enjoyed the night for an all too brief moment.