Realistic or Modern / / w i r e s / / character sheets.

[bixby]

cs
name:
age:
date of birth:
[gender (& pronouns):
orientation:
south side or north side: (see rp info)
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(for appearance please include at least 1 realistic photo)
eye color:
hair color:
height:
weight:
tattoos/piercings/etc:
scars:
body type:
clothing style:
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personality: (at least 2 in-depth paragraphs, summarized in the strengths/weaknesses portion)
strengths/virtures:
weaknesses/vices:
hobbies:
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backstory: (include early childhood, adolescence, and current)
secrets: (some stuff no one else knows about your character yet. you may include dalton in the secrets, but they should NOT involve his death!!!)
[why they killed dalton: (DO NOT PUT THIS IN YOUR CS! PM THIS TO ME!)
relationship with dalton: (dalton's cs)
relationships: (to be added after everyone is accepted)
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writing sample: (write at least 3 paragraphs describing one (or more) experience(s) that your character had with dalton)
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can i just stay here?
i don't want to leave.​

preferences

likes: cats, rainy days, beanies, sleeping, lofi music,
dislikes: existing, her parents, moving, being who she is, hot days
favorite color: plum
favorite movie: the silence of the lambs
favorite genre: horror
hogwarts house: hufflepuff
hobbies: watching movies, sleeping, drinking too much, dissociating and forgetting where she is for several hours

persona

personality:
citra is a very complex girl. initially upon encountering her, you may think she's brash and a loner. while these things are certainly true on the surface, there's so much more to her than that. she has a horrible tendency to become addicted to things, and an even more horrible tendency to dissociate and get into trouble. when she's dissociating she's often scared which leads to her having violent outbursts or complete emotional break downs. she's a mess in a dress except she never wears dresses.

if you take those negatives away from her you'll see the soft thing she is on the inside. she tells stupid jokes to make people laugh, and thrives upon their smiles. her smiles are always softest because they come from genuine happiness, which is a little rare for the girl. she's got a good sense of humor and a lot of intelligence up there, she just doesn't use it. she's got a knack for knowing when people are upset and if she's comfortable with them she'll go out of her way to make them feel better. however it's hard to get her to warm up to you as she is very timid from past traumas.

virtues: humorous, caring, intelligent, empathetic
vices: brash, violent, timid, vulnerable

biography

tw: drugs, abuse, sexual assault

the liem family had everything it needed to be happy. everything except a stable mother. citra was only four when rachel liem left her husband and disappeared into the night, taking only one of their three children with her. he looked for them for what felt like a lifetime, but it was to no avail. maybe if he had looked a little closer to home, back to the southside where his wife had been born. then he might have found her. he might have stopped citra from falling down the blackhole of tragedy she seemed to find herself in.

while her brother and sister lived their lives happily with their father she lived in a house filled with dirty money and dirtier people. she was ten when she pulled her beanie over her ears and eyes to avoid the noises and sights the drug house held. it was a dangerous business her mother ran. rachel didn't seem to care if her daughter was put at risk, she continued to carry on. she was fourteen when she tried to run away the first time. her mother found her and locked her in her room for three days.

she got expelled from the first school for breaking a kid's nose. her mother just relocated her without asking questions about what had happened. the second expulsion came when a boy slapped her ass and she poured the school's questionable chili down his pants. no questions. new school. the worst one. he asked her on a date, she said yes. she said no. he didn't care.

third expulsion. she slit his tires at school and plastered posters with his face on them calling him a sexual predator. the school took his side -- "of fucking course" -- and her mother didn't even care to ask her if she was okay. her first arrest came two days later, when the police found her holding a box of matches and a gas jug. she swore it was better that way. she swore the house needed to be burned. they didn't listen to her.

it was then that her father finally found them and brought her to live with him again, threatening to press charges against rachel if she tried anything. he found himself quickly regretting his decisions as she spiraled further into her own disaster. she was the curator of her own misery, after all. he began having to clean up her messes. the assault, the drinking, the possession. citra didn't know how to apologize. she didn't really want to. if anything the world owed her the apology. she'd been to school in three different towns and now she was being put into a new one?

she pulled her beanie down and prepared for her own destruction all over again. until she suddenly didn't feel so miserable. there was something about the way that boy smiled. she knew things she shouldn't have known, but isn't that what young love is? knowing everything you shouldn't? she didn't really have much experience with it, but she knew what she felt. she was happy with him and she hadn't been happy for a long time.

and then it all fell apart.

she still waits for him every night. on the bridge, on the beach, at the stop sign at the end of his road.

"he's coming back. he's coming back."

dalton

relationship with dalton: love interest oops
writing sample:
it was about a week after moving in with her father that citra first met dalton. the bridge was suddenly her favorite place. it was late and he told her she shouldn't be drinking, she told him she knew. they made each other laugh. she told him she liked his laugh, he told her he liked hers. this became a bit of a routine. she always seemed to find him on his night time walks. she thought it was cute, his pattern. some nights she even stayed sober so she could remember their conversations better.

he had to walk her home some nights. the first time was after the first party she went to in church point. it was about a month after moving to town, and she only went because he had mentioned it to her. he was so damn popular. her cheeks felt warm when she watched the way girls hung on his every word. her brow furrowed when they got close. she was already wasted by the time they actually bumped into each other. quite literally, she should happen to remember. there was a stain on his shirt, and she apologized time and time again. he told her it was fine and walked her home. she leaned against him the whole way.

it was three days later that she found out about his habits and she promised to keep them a secret. she even told him the real reason she ended up with her dad. "no one died at least i guess." she shouldn't have spoke, she knew that, but she trusted him. it wasn't easy to trust him, but she did it anyway. she wanted to be open with him. it'd be a lie if anyone thought she didn't feel a little special knowing something about him that no one else knew. especially not those girls at the party.

suddenly any place he was was her favorite place.

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secrets:
she got expelled from three schools prior to this one; she has depersonalization disorder stemming from trauma and it has often lead to her getting into trouble; has a criminal record ranging from arson to drug possession to assault, but her dad always got her out of it; had a big ole crush on dalton.

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[div class=4]citra agathe liem​

[div class=4]august 13, 2000; 18​

[div class=4]female, she/her​

[div class=4]hetero​

[div class=4]indonesian, german[/div]
[div class=4]north & south[/div]
[div class=4]5'5[/div]
[div class=4]120 lbs[/div]
[div class=4]no tattoos[/div]
[div class=4]uhh several scars oops[/div]
[div class=4]brown hair[/div]
[div class=4]hazel eyes[/div]
[div class=4]body type: smol[/div]
[div class=4]style: laid back af[/div]​

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[nymphadora.]

"she's a wannabe nancy drew!"​

NAME || cecily may smith.
NICKNAME || often goes by scully.
AGE || eighteen.
GENDER || cisgender female.
SEXUALITY || bisexual.
BIRTHDAY || sept. fifth.
ZODIAC || virgo.
THEME SONG || no. 1 party anthem.

FACE CLAIM || lydia graham.
VOICE CLAIM || lydia graham.
HEIGHT || five foot, seven inches.
WEIGHT || 124lbs.
HAIR || raven black.
EYES || dull green.
DIST. FEATURES || her freckles.
STYLE || s c u l l y.

BIOGRAPHY || scully is the product of two, reckless teens getting their freak on during prom night at northside high with "somebody to love" by queen booming out side the bathroom. charlotte moore and vincent smith were known for having passionate flings and even more passionate arguments, they clashed fiercely but that didn't stop vinnie's heart beat for charlotte; yet, charlotte couldn't say the same for vinnie. nine months flew by and after cecily's birth, charlotte eagerly packed up her things and headed to canada, disappearing into nothing more than dust and an unknown figure to scully. this didn't stop vinnie from attempting to be a good dad, it only encouraged him to be the best dad he could be for his kid. with the advantage of being the leader of the southside gang, vinnie was able to play both roles and give scully a happy childhood. scully grew up on chinese take out, quentin tarentino films and her mother's old camera which she forgot to take with her.

scully inherited her mother's curiosity and began her journey as the world's greatest journalist, at least, in her innocent child mind she was going to be the world's greatest journalist. at the age of eight, she wrote her first article about an important topic: "sheep: do they count humans when they sleep?". after collecting every bikie's opinion in her father's gang, scully wrote one of her best article's in messy red ink. during scully's childhood, vincent kept a close eye on her daughter and made sure her petite feet never crossed over to the north side; but he could only do so much when scully met dalton. scully was walking with a notepad in hand when bumped into a boy with a constellation of freckles on his cheeks and messy blonde hair that fell in front of his eyes. the two spoke only for a moment, with the wind sweeping the leaves and dancing around the two ten year olds as scully played a journalist. scully asked dalton a question, only to have it laughed off and dalton teasing her to get the answer at him at school, and just like that; he disappeared with his friends. she watched with wide eyes as he left, the feeling of determination left inside of her. scully raced home that night, ready to convince her dad about possibly changing school since that seemed like a perfectly good reason in ten-year-old scully's mind.

the ten year old almost dropped her notebook at the sight of the strange woman. once her father had appeared from the shadows, he quickly sent the woman away with a kiss on the cheek and a drag from her cigarette. although ten-year-old scully was fuming about the stranger, she was determined to talk to her father.

"dad, i wanna go to northside."
"not gonna happen, kiddo."

scully was determined to attend school at the northside. the young raven-haired girl had no clue about her father's past with the surprisingly only school in the town, or the fact she wasn't a planned child. yet with three years of constant arguing and four persuasive essays, scully finally got her father to agree; with the condition scully didn't talk about her dad. with hesitation, scully agreed - confused on why her father, her idol and foundation, wanted her to act as if he didn't exist? it quickly became clear to her once she arrived at her new school. the south side were clearly disliked at her new schools, and an overwhelming fear of rejection enveloped the teen, plus the rocky transition from homeschool to a school full of hormonal teens. scully found her place at her new school, with the help of the northside boy she met two years ago, scully found her home in the tiny closet of a journalism room.

PERSONALITY || scully is a complex teen, dealing with her own identity issues while being able to cover the school's news and give her own opinion on it. inquisitive and curious, scully observes the world from the brick wall like a classic wall flower, watching the world move by her. being raised in a questionable and unorthodox home, scully was taught to be a quick-thinker and form her own opinions. the south-side princess sticks to routines and methods as a way to keep her grounded; following strict routines that help her stay organised and prepared; except for her smoking habit, which she prefers not to discuss.
VIRTUES || inquisitive, quick-thinker, methodical.
VICES || opinionated, quiet, curious.
HOBBIES || writing (specifically journalism), photography, baking.
LIKES || old movies, science, sandwiches, oreos, studying.
DISLIKES || rejection, biased journalism, romantic movies, meat.

SECRETS ||
xxx↳ southside princess
scully doesn't talk about her heritage, especially with the constant fear of rejection from her north side peers and the south side being seen as a dangerous wasteland.
xxx↳ nervous smoker
at first glance, scully looks like an innocent north sider. yet with a closer look and a sprinkle of anxiety, scully smokes her stress away and has a packet of cigarettes hidden in a pack of gum as a way to hide her addiction.
xxx↳ secret tattoo
scully has a secret tattoo of a smiley face on her ankle, which she covers up with her socks. her father has no idea about the tattoo since she got it late one night with a close friend from the south side.
PLAYLIST ||
xxx↳ wonderwall oasis.
xxx↳ life on mars? david bowie.
xxx↳ fake happy paramore.
xxx↳ a world alone lorde.

FAMILY ||
xxx↳ vincent smith father, alive, 35.
xxx↳ charlotte moore mother, unknown, 34.
WRITING SAMPLE || it was a quiet sunday afternoon, the waves rhythmically crashing against the shore while grey clouds formed in the dark sky. young scully smith happily strolled along the boardwalk of beauford beach, the few places her father would let her roam without being under his watchful eye. a crumpled white bag with mearle's brightly coloured logo stamped on the bag's front was in the girl's right hand while a note pad and red pen were in her other hand. scully's father, vincent, was like any father - overprotective of their little girl - but as of late, vincent was strangely loosening the reins on scully's time outside, which only peaked her curiosity. scully whistled the theme song from the movie reservoir dogs, her father's favourite film that she was allowed to watch the night before, with the half eaten pack of fries bounced inside the paper bag. her fluent whistling came to a halt when she heard a voice yell out to her from a distance.

"watch out!"

scully yelped out of fright and quickly twirled on her heels, moving to the right side of the boardwalk with her eyes squeezed shut as a toy soccer ball flew through the murky sky and rolled to a stop near scully. her long lashes fluttered open as she heard fast foot steps and soft panting coming towards her. scully's dull green eyes flickered down to the eroded wood, placing her belongings down on the wood carefully and picked up the ball with both hands. the boy stopped in front of her with a few inches between them and a boyish grin on his lips. scully held the soccer ball out awkwardly, "is this your ball? you need to be more careful on where you kick." she spoke, trying to sound polite to the boy.

it was clear from a distance how the two contrasted physically, her body language awkwardly and quiet while his was more confident and calm. a soft chuckle escaped his teeth as he responded to scully's unintentional blunt response, "i'll watch out next time, promise."

her eyes studied the boy in front of her; dark blonde hair, freckles and an unrecognisable sweet smile meant he wasn't apart of the south side, unless he just moved into the south side neighbourhood in the last twenty minutes, which was highly unlikely. scully couldn't help but feel relaxed in his presence, which was strange since she had just met him. this would be the perfect time for an interview.

"can i interview you?" scully spat out, bending down to pick up her notepad and pen. she flicked to a new page and wrote "nterview with blonde boy." at the very top of the page. a confused look flashed across the boy's face before he gave a shrug and a nod, "sure." a grin spread across scully's face as she glanced up to the boy, "what's your name?" she asked curiously, pen ready in hand.

"dalton james." the boy replied; she gave a quick nod, scribbling out the nickname and writing down his name.

"nice to meet you dalton; now, can you answer me this question?" scully asked curiously, raising a eyebrow as dalton gave an affirmative nod. scully gave a nod and smile in reply as her pen touched the lined paper. "what do you think sheep count when they sleep?"

scully had a serious expression on her face while dalton just laughed, his eyes shimmering with mysterious as his friends called out his name. "i'll tell you at school, bye nancy drew."

she watched with a surprised expression as dalton began to run away, cupping her hand around her mouth; scully yelled out her name, "i'm scully smith!" dalton's only reaction was a boyish smirk and a casual salute. once he disappeared from her sight, scully grabbed her belongings from the ground and raced home with a large grin on her face.

 

[MarkNorbert]

Name:
Dale Erickson

Age:
18

Date of Birth:
15th of November

Gender:
Male ｜He

Orientation:
Heterosexual

Relatives:
Jack Erickson ｜ Adoptive Father
Taylor Andrews｜ Adoptive Mother

North Side

Appearance
Face claim: Dylan O'Brien


Eye Colour:
Brown

Hair Colour:
Black

Height:
5’9”

Weight:
169lb

Tattoos｜ Piercings ｜ etc:
None

Scars:
Multiple minor scars on his hands and legs for helping his father build their house.

Body Type:
Athletic

Clothing Style:​

Bottoms ｜ Jeans, Shorts​

Tops ｜ T-shirts, Shirts, Hoodies, Leather jackets​

Footwear ｜ Sneakers, Boots, Work shoes​

Accessories ｜ His black trimmed glasses, Dog Tags, Modern Wristwatch, Aviator glasses


Personality
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Dale is your typical calm and rarely silent type of guy who aspires to become just like his father, a deputy of Church Point for starters, and sheriff later on. Raised by the sheriff himself, Jack Erickson, Dale had an eventful childhood, where his father used all of his off-duty time to teach Dale everything he knew, from doing house chores, to hunting, from dealing with paper work, to helping others. Because of this, Dale’s behaviour changed from when he was a child and escaped his early life silent version of himself, only to blossom into a highly determined guy who goes to the depths of the biggest ocean to fulfil his intentions.

Being pressured constantly by his father to always study and improve himself, Dale took it as his personal quest to ensure that his father is proud of him, no matter what, and more importantly, Dale to be proud of himself. He knows that in order to be in the top males of Church Point High School, he has to be very competitive and never back down, but his failures to be on top left him with a stinging feeling of jealousy for those above him.

And with that, brings Dale’s inner self, which is not as beautiful as the outside is. Deep down, Dale is stressed out and fears of being a failure to his father and those around him. He does his best to help anyone he can and tries to not accept rewards in exchange, but things often take a different spin and most of the times people discredit him because he is the sheriff’s son, something he has grown to hate as he got older. Whenever he got in trouble, his father never scolded him enough and just gave him a pat on the back while he fixed everything. This type of behaviour made others think of him as nothing but a spoiled brat and made Dale think that his father never considered him good enough to take care of himself.

Dale felt the way others think of him or change their behaviour when he is around or something is involved with him. He was soon left out, others no longer wanting to be around him, mainly because his father failed to find Dalton James, the most popular guy in school and son of a very influential person in Church Point. The discovery of Dalton’s dead body raised many questions and made people point fingers, towards Sheriff Jack Erickson, who some found incompetent to fulfil his position. This resentment was felt by Dale as well, as parents would often poison their kids into hating Dale. Maybe they had a good reason to hate him, right?

Strengths ｜ Virtures:
Calm, determined, out-going, smart. reliable

Weaknesses ｜ Vices:
Competitive, jealous, hateful towards those who hate his father

Hobbies:
Sports, hunting, studying, socializing


Backstory:

Dale was adopted by Jack Erickson at the fragile age of two. His biological parents have been reported missing and have never been found ever since and his biological relatives did not want him at all, so they gave him up for adoption. Jack adopted Dale the moment Dale was put for adoption, claiming that he feels that Dale would be the perfect son for him. And he was. And he was hard to take care off since Jack was, at that point of time, a single father. Splitting time between doing his job and taking care of Dale proved difficult for the sheriff, but somehow managed, with the help of his sister for Dale’s first five years of life.

Jack’s sister got married and moved to Seattle, leaving Jack and Dale behind. From that point of time, Dale began to mature faster than other kids, as he had to look after himself when his father was on duty. And not only himself, but the house as well. It was of no bother for Dale, instead he enjoyed it. He enjoyed the feeling of having Jack rely on Dale to “protect and take care” of the house while he was at work.

Time flew by and Jack met Taylor Andrews, a business woman who moved to Church Point to start a small diner near the exit of Church Point. Since Taylor would work night shift, she often had to take care of Dale, slowly becoming the mother figure for Dale and the woman in the house. Their spoiled manly life has drastically changed as Taylor scolded the two males because of their stupid habits in the house. The Erickson family was completed, if not in name, at least in spirit and heart.

During his adolescence years, Dale found out new sides of him and one of them was the love for competition. Dale loved competition and was always looking for rivals everywhere. Sports, chess, school, video games. He never was on top, but he loved the struggle. Up until he met Dalton James. The only person and obstacle he could never surpass or pass over, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much sweat he would spill, no matter how fast he would run, nothing he did could beat him.

And because of his incapability of defeating Dalton, Dale slowly shifted his attitude and behaviour. He was more determined to follow his father’s footsteps, determined to prove to himself that it didn’t require to beat someone at something to be good. So he hoped.​

Secrets:
Dale had a secret affair with one of his father's female deputies, despite their fears of getting caught. The affair ended, but the female deputy lives in constant fear of having their secret discovered.
He accidentally killed someone’s dog as he was hunting alone in the woods. He just so happened to find the dog lost in the woods and mistaken it for a deer. After he realized his mistake and noticing the dog’s collar and dog tag, Dale decided to keep it a secret and buried the dog in the woods.

Relationship with Dalton:
Early Stage ｜ Completely uninterested about Dalton, kept worrying about himself.
Mid Stage ｜Started noticing him and that their aptitudes were of the same level. Considered him a friend and enjoyed his time with him.
Late Stage ｜Realized that Dalton was better than him and that made him jealous of him and would often call Dalton his unofficial rival. Despite his jealousy, Dale did his best to be on good terms with Dalton.

Relationships:
Zander Phyllus | Childhood friend | Dale and Zander have been friends from the moment Jack saved Zander from attempting to fight against a group of older kids and brought him home. Ever since then, they have hung around each other throughout elementary school, up until the point when Zander vanished and Dale did not know why. Dale remained hopeful that one day, Zander might return, Dale would beat his ass and then be friends again.

Declan Halm | Acquaintances | Dale and Declan have rarely spoke to each other, perhaps the only times was it when it was related to school, otherwise, they have both kept their distance from each other, as none of the both was interested in each other.

Samantha Anderson | "Casual" Friends | Dale and Samantha are friends by default. His father is the sheriff; her mother is prosecutor and her father a city official. To strengthen their casual friendship, both of them want to improve themselves for their parent’s sakes and because of that, Dale would claim that that is something they really have in common. Other than that, Samantha’s flirtatious comments makes Dale slightly blush and throw a comment or two her way.

Ivy Aurore James | No-relationship-wanted | Dale never wanted to become friends with mini-Dalton. Sure, he might have considered Dalton a rival, but that did not mean he had to be friends with his sister, despite the fact that he had a major crush on her when he was in elementary school. He kept his distance from her as much as possible and when Dalton went missing, he did it even more as he never wanted to hear her talk about his father’s incapability of not finding her brother. When Dalton was found dead, he completely and blatantly avoided her, no matter what, even when she tried speaking with him. He didn’t want to hear her speak of his father’s failtures.

Citra Agathe Liem | No contact protocol | Her “record” was enough to have Jack Erickson, the sheriff, to tell his son countless times to stay away from her, as far as possible as she was nothing but trouble. Having this stitched inside his head from a young age, Dale grew to dislike Citra just because of her past and nothing else. He did not even bother speaking with her, al all.

Cecily May Smith | "Default enemies" | Dale and Scully. Sherriff’s son and gang leader’s daughter. By default, the two should be mortal enemies with their backgrounds and blood ties, but weirdly enough, the two of them are on good terms. Dale knows who Scully’s father is, but decided never to mention it to her or to anyone. Instead, he was rather...curious about her career choices. Curious to see where their friendship might lead, since journalists and law enforcement officers weren’t technically, always on good terms. As long as he didn’t say the wrong things, he felt that everything would be fine. With a good laugh or two.






Writing sample:

The cold summer wind was rushing inside Dale’s messy room. The sky was pitch-black and the young lad couldn’t fall asleep at all. He twirled hectically on his bed multiple times, trying to find a decent position to at least get a few hours of sleep in. But he couldn’t. Nothing he did could make him fall asleep. He thought about taking sleeping pills, but he remembered that he had none and going out to buy some, if that was even possible, was out of the question. He aimlessly stared at the ceiling, his thoughts running wild.

Dale eventually decided to go downstairs, to clear his mind and find something to occupy his undesired free time. Inside the kitchen, was his father, Jack, towering over a bunch of papers spread across the kitchen table and a cup of coffee carefully placed near the sheriff. The creak from the wooden floor alerted him, looking away from the papers in shock, for a few moments, when Jack saw Dale standing awkwardly at the kitchen entrance, in his black shorts.

“Can’t sleep?” Jack asked Dale, returning back to his papers with a sip of his coffee.

“Wish I could.” Dale pulled out a box of milk and grabbed a bowl and cereals. “Seems to be one of those nights.” Jack nodded slowly. “What are you reading?”

“Reports.” Jack answered, tossing a file to Dale. “I’m trying to see how everyone is doing.”

“Shouldn’t you do that when you are on duty and not in the middle of the night, at three o’clock in the morning?” Dale’s short laugh filled the quiet house.

“A sheriff never rests; he’s always on duty and must always be ready to jump to the aid of the people he protects and serves.” Jack and Dale both spoke the exact words, looking at each other. “How are things between you and Cindy?” Jack broke the silence that followed before his question, which made Dale gulp.

“Well. Not that good. Seems anything I do can’t grab the attention I want.” Dale explained. “Guess that’s the Dalton crush on effect.”

“Keep trying. You never know. She might see you one day.” Jack took another sip of his coffee, while Dale simply nodded, feasting on his small bowl of cereals. Both of the Erickson’s remained silent, each doing their own thing, while the night slowly drifts away.
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dalton james

17 (deceased)

male

hetero

if i could i would feel nothing

that's the truth and i don't care

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appearance

face claim.....froy gutierrez

hair.............. dirty blonde

eyes.............. blue

height........... 6'1"

weight..........180lbs

style...............always wearing his varsity letterman jacket. casual t-shirts or collared button-ups. jeans. converse or vans.

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personality

likes.......... sports, especially baseball; parties; dogs; being outdoors; classic rock; beaches; diners, ones with classic burgers, milkshakes, and fries; camping; succeeding/winning; making people laugh; taking walks at night;

dislikes.............. failing, or disappointing anyone; winter weather; laziness; romance movies; alcohol; being away from home for a long time;

hobbies.............. baseball; working out; gambling; listening to music; driving aimlessly; reading;

personality........... dalton is, on the outside, the guy who everybody wants to be. he's one of the most ambitious people you'll ever meet, whether it being with sports, school, tests, or any task handed to him, he becomes obsessed with succeeding. winning or receiving praise gives him extreme highs and makes him feel invincible. but failing or receiving criticism gives him extreme lows - lows that are difficult, seemingly impossible, to get over. however, he is a master at disguising disappointment, and channels his emotions into other things such as sports. to everyone around him, he is one of the kindest people at his school. despite his extremely popular status, dalton is outgoing and is easily friends with anyone he meets, no matter their social status. he is rarely ever angry or frustrated with people, even if they betray or hurt him, making him very forgiving. rather, he blames himself for any conflict with other people, and again falls into one of his "lows".

being quite the social butterfly, dalton sometimes finds himself in the "party scene", but not in the way that one may think. dalton is invited without question to every social event thrown by his peers, and, more often than not, he attends. but dalton does't party to drink - in fact, he dislikes alcohol and drugs that significantly impair his ability to control himself. the reason dalton parties is to socialize and be around others - to feel included. even without alcohol, he is often the life of the party, or the guy who everyone wants to talk to and be around, especially girls. dalton occasionally finds himself flirting with some of the girls who give him attention, but in the grand scheme of things he doesn't prioritize relationships as a major part of his life. most of his time is spent carrying out his ambitions, doing things like studying and working out.

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backstory

backstory.... // at birth // on july fifth, twins dalton and ivy james were brought into the world in church point, california. their births were quite a shock to the town, as they were conceived through an affair between carter james, the most successful and wealthy business contractor on the city, and anna grimalde, his beautiful secretary. both adults came from extremely wealthy families, anna being an oxford graduate who grew up in the wealthiest region of france, and carter being a los angeles native and harvard graduate. carter was by far one of the most well-known men in the town, as most business owners answered to him when it came to buying and managing land. upon the discovery of anna's pregnancy, the two quickly eloped to uphold both individuals' catholic morals, and anna was quickly promoted to vice president of the company. // childhood // growing up, dalton saw very little of his parents. they traveled often on business, buying and selling land all over the state, so dalton and ivy were frequently left to their own devices. a life like that to most would be lonely, but not for the twins, as they grew up with an indescribable bond and mutual love. their classmates teased them and made jokes that they were "in love" as they could often be seen holding hands, cuddling, or spending all their time together with no one else around. the truth is, they were never romantically interested in each other at all, but their emotional and mental connection was one that no one else seemed to understand. they claimed that they could sense each others emotions if they were in extreme despair, excitement, etc. even from miles away. however, his relationship with his sister didn't completely fill the holes that carter's absence had caused in his life. as dalton got older, he began seeking more and more validation from his father. he pushed himself more and more to succeed at anything he could to get his father's attention, but, more often than not, his attempts fell on deaf ears. on the rare occasion that his father did notice, he was only greeted with disappointment - "dalton, i went to harvard and i'm now the most successful business man you'll ever meet in this city. you can be doing more." // teenage years // during his teen years was when dalton was met with pressure from his mother as well. she was constantly pushing on ivy and dalton that they were wealthy, fortunate, and popular, and they needed to make the most of it and stop spending their time only together - break out of their shells. she hosted many of the parties and events for the school at their house, and even encouraged the twins to throw ragers, supplying them with the alcohol and anything else they might need. the extra push helped dalton break out of his shell, and soon enough he and his sister were the most popular kids in school. before he knew it, dalton was one of the top students, as well as the captain of the baseball team - not to mention having befriended every soul in the school. he hoped that this success would finally grab his dad's attention, but sadly, it didn't. during his junior year, the pressure and responsibilities began to catch up with dalton. he found himself in states of deep depression with all the stress going on in his life. he did his best to hide it from his friends and everyone at school, and ivy was the only one who truly knew about dalton's struggles. as a last resort, dalton turned to pain killers and anti-depressant and anxiety pills, as well as other recreational pills such as adderal. he kept his drug habits a secret, and was able to keep up his status as everybody's friend, who was always happy.

secrets.............. drug abuse, severe depression, family secrets (that can't be revealed yet)

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[The Great Goon Goblin]

Samantha Anderson

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"I think my world got a lot more complicated."​

Name / Nickname:
Samantha Anderson / Sammy, Sam, Ice Queen

Age:
18

Date of Birth:
October 31st, XXXX

Gender (& Pronouns):
Female / (She, Her)

Orientation:
Publicly Heterosexual / Secretly Bisexual

South Side or North Side:
North Side

Eye Color:
Greenish Blue

Hair Color:
Naturally a Brunette but now Dyed Blonde.

Height:
5 Feet 7 Inches

Weight:
138 Pounds

Tattoos/Piercings/Etc:
She has both ears pierced, as well as her bellybutton.

Scars:
Samantha has self-inflicted nail marks on her arms and upper thighs.

Body Type:
Hourglass Figure

Clothing Style:
Samantha's clothing style consists of top name brand products.

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Personality: In the public eye, Samantha Renne Anderson appears to have all of her affairs figured out with the charismatic demeanor she struts around. Wearing a confident smile on her face, forever she's on the verge to shine brighter than her peers and to excel onward in her academics. Though, it's mostly just a facade to please her parents and get them off her back. In actuality, Samantha is an emotional wreck utterly miserable with her life, feeling at times overwhelmed and lost. This is because of her parent's constant berating and judgment of her every move so that she would one day become successful like them. It would get so horribly overwhelming that Samantha would start to claw at her arms and legs just to calm her nerves.

If you asked some of her peers what word they would use to describe her, they'd probably use brutally honest, judgemental, cold, and perhaps some more colorful names. Being raised on such critical values, she’ll quickly judge her classmates with insults; viewing it as ‘helping’ them. Samantha can't help herself, it's become second nature to her. If she doesn't like what she sees, she'll call it out and vice versa. Samantha does have some genuine caring moments where the girl isn't trying to rip someone down. Especially with the small number of friends that she keeps around her.

Strengths/Virtues:
Driven | Reliable | Family Orientated | Knowledgeable | Empathetic (Somewhat) | Attentive

Weaknesses/Vices:
Two Faced | Stubborn | Attention Seeking | Insulting | Flirty | Lonely | Depressed

Hobbies:
Dancing (Ballet) | Singing | Theater | Reading
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Backstory:
Samantha Renee Anderson is the daughter and only child to Emily and Norman Anderson. After many painstaking attempts to have a child, they were finally able to produce a gentle little girl. Both are well-known members of Church Point; with Norman involved with the city council, and Emily, a distinguished prosecutor. Samantha had some massive tracks to follow, even as a toddler. They all seemed like the perfect family on paper, but there were some internal struggles. Norman and Emily would get into heated verbal spats over the tiniest things, from the way they dressed, what they ate. Both of them had their own definition of perfection, and Samantha learned that the hard way. Signing her up with private tutors, meeting with notable city administrators; it was one thing after another. Samantha didn't realize at the time why this was all so important, leading to arguments between with her parents.

Around the time of middle school, Sam wanted to take ballet classes, but her parents instantly shot that plan down. Exclaiming "Dancing?! What kind of career choice is that?! You need to stay focused on your future." It was a massive blow to Sam, as it was the one thing she absolutely wanted. Every interest Samantha had that didn't align with her parents was rejected, putting a significant strain on their relationship. Sure she had the best toys and clothes that money could buy, but it wasn’t what she truly wanted.

With denial after denial for what she wanted, Samantha grew resentful of her parents; and just saved her breath. Following the decisions they made for her, Samantha was absolutely miserable. However, that didn’t stop the criticism they pitched her way. Over time their remarks turned into harsh insults, making Samantha a mental mess when she entered high school. Anxiously scraping her arms and legs from all of the stress, she couldn’t control it. All of the years being bullied by her parents made Samantha a pseudo-bully herself towards her peers at school. Giving her the not so lovely nickname of The North Side Ice Queen.

Now in her senior year, Samantha just wants to get it all over with. Instead of her ‘tutoring,’ she’s hanging out with her friends doing god knows what; lying to her parents on a daily basis.

Now in her senior year, Samantha just wants to get it all over with. Instead of her ‘tutoring’, she’s hanging out with her friends doing god knows what; lying to her parents on a daily basis.

Secrets:
Sexuality | Samantha is secretly bi-sexual and always has been. Never would she tell her parents, being too afraid that they would disown her for tarnishing their image. Or maybe they just wouldn't understand and think it was a phase, but Samantha knew full well that it wasn't. Along with her sexuality, she's also secretly attracted to her female best friend. Would she ever tell her, probably not?

Self Harm | Samantha also has scars on her arms and legs that she caused herself, diligently hiding it from everyone. Wearing clothing that protects them well, she couldn't let anyone see the damage she's done to her body. All of them were done do to the amount of stress her parents puts on her, not having an outlet to vent or bring down her anxiety.


Relationship with Dalton:
Samantha has been crushing on Dalton since she first laid eyes on him, freshman year. So smitten, she was always flirting with him any chance she had and went to all of his games. Dalton was like her knight in shining armor with his sweet smile, treating her so gentlemanly. Most guys tried just wanted to sleep with her, but Dalton was different. Samantha considered him a friend, one that she could be herself around and not hide behind a phony smile. Not looking at her as an easy lay or her parent's status; he was respectable. Samantha wanted to eventually ask Dalton out but never had the courage, not wanting to be rejected or ruin their friendship.

relationships: (to be added after everyone is accepted)
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Spoiler: Writing Sample:

With Samantha’s parents out of town for a business trip; she felt it was the perfect time to throw a huge party. Tons of alcohol, and loud, obnoxious music, the night was looking to be a success. Inviting everyone she could, including those she wasn't fond of; Sammie wanted this to be a night to remember. One person, she was genuinely hoping would show was Dalton James. Walking down the school halls with confidence, Samantha stopped at Dalton's locker, sliding the invitation through the side. Making his special, she placed the invite in a pink envelope with his name written neatly in cursive.

The night closely approached, and people were pouring in one after the other. Samantha held her typical fake smile on her face as she watched everyone enter her home. Peering through the crowd, she couldn't find a single sign of Dalton. Beginning to lose hope, Sam wanted to drown her over-exaggerated sorrows with drinking. Taking back shot after shot using her father's glasses, Samantha was starting to get a little out of hand. Drunkenly moving around the house, she was looking like a hot mess. Sitting on the staircase leading to her room, Samantha sunk her head into her hands almost about to cry that Dalton didn't show.

Lifting her head up from her hands, Sammi with her blurred vision seen someone sitting next to her on the staircase. "Oh my god you came!" She happily proclaimed, her breath smelling like straight booze. With her sight coming back to her, it was Dalton giving her his award-winning smile. Just as Samantha was about to open her mouth, vile, disgusting vomit worked it's way out. Hurling up the drinks she just consumed right on her high school crush, Samantha wanted to die right then and there. Tears running down her face, she scurried up the stairs to the bathroom unleashing all of hell from her stomach.

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note: i suggest waiting until dalton's cs is posted on the main thread before you write about your character's relationship with and reason for killing dalton so you have an idea of how they would have interacted.[/i]
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[deathworm]

Wip
Art Whitman
South side/reclusive asshole/paranormal enthusiast

 

[Ariel]

T H E | E C C E N T R I CHaylee Ranger | North Side

Basics

Age : 18
Gender : Female

Orientation : Pansexual
Hair Color : Dyed

Eye Color : Blue
Height : 4'8"

Weight : 92 lbs.
DOB : December 1st

Personality

Haylee is an interesting character for sure. Whether that is because she made herself to be interesting or not is left up to interpretation. Her personality is a mixture of things she wanted to be and of who she was all along. An inclusive cocktail, someone who lives in the shadow of a person they created. Despite everything, the girl has and will always mean well, even if she goes about things in the wrong sort of way. Her demeanor can sometimes come off as childish. She'll rush into things without knowing about it, given the circumstances. Those with a special place in her heart take priority over everything and given that she's an act now, think later kind of person, a lot of her actions have left her with consequences she wasn't prepared to deal with. She prefers to have her mind occupied and to be entertained and can get bored quite easily. Luckily her brain is the creative type. Even if she doesn't excel in academics or common sense, her ideas and imagination aren't something to bat an eyelash at. Still, given her thought processes, she can be quite naive about how things work and how to handle certain situations. Some things she views through a lense that sugar coats and sweetens reality into something easier to chew. Finding out the bitter truth can throw her through a loop and leave her uncertain, but only briefly.

When things pertain to herself, it gets kind of messy. She isn't always honest with herself, preferring an easy route of denial over the truth. She can be honest with others but somehow can't always take it all in herself. Her feelings are easily hurt and Haylee can go from smiling and joyful to depressed and anxious at the flip of a switch. Her feelings are always to the extreme and for that reason, she can be seen as quite the open book, no matter how much she may try to hide how she's feelings. The biggest thing she tries to hide, no matter how obvious it may appear to some, is how lonely and separated she feels. She searches desperately for people she can make a connection with and always feels like there comes a time when all progress is halted and a wall separates her and the other person. Whether its her or them, or simply her imagination, she's never been certain. Only that she isn't sure how to fix it and that everytime she hits that wall, it hurts worse and worse each time.


Vices/Virtues

+ Optimistic.
+ Heart of Gold.
+ Determined.
+ Creative
+ Open/Assertive.

- Lonely inside.
- Naive.
- Dishonest with herself.
- Mood swings.
- Indecisive.

Hobbies
- Cosplay
- Writing
- Video Games
- Superhero Lore
- Confectionary


History

Haylee was born to a couple, happy with their lives and their new daughter. They lived in a nice house in a cookie cutter neighborhood on the north side of town, both worked and both were away from home for about half the day. Their home and furniture were normal. Their car was normal. Their last name was normal. The school Haylee went to was normal. The colors of the paint on the living room walls and the lawn ornaments they placed outside. The way they laughed, the music they listened to, the heels her mother wore and the ties her father wore. All so mundanely normal. Haylee learned to hate it as she got older.

She herself felt like the product of two utter normal human beings meaning she couldn't have been more plain. It wasn't that she didn't love her parents, but everything was so boring and translucent. Nothing was exciting, nothing color or bold. At school, she had little friends. She didn't speak for fear of her words disappearing of the children around her ignoring her. She might have said it was easier to go unnoticed by her own decision and not theirs but that was never really true. So she faded into the background. She didn't find anything that interested her, no clubs or sports or hobbies. She wore the plain clothes that her parents picked out, followed the rules, did what she was told and faded away with a very plain smile on her face...

When middle school rolled around, something changed. Perhaps it was the hormones. Or the setting. The fact that she was developing a mind of her own. But it was most likely because that was the time she'd discovered her growth defect. When the other kids grew bigger, taller, when they filled out more and Haylee didn't... It confused her. On her regular check up the doctor informed her and her parents of her problem and promised that it could be fixed given she took hormones, injections and pills for a few years if only to catch up. Unfortunately her parents were the type who didn't believe in that stuff. Perhaps the only different thing about them. Either way, they refused and she remained small. When she was made fun of for it, this time openly, Haylee realized that even if the attention was negative, it was something she was deprived of for so long, it felt good to be noticed. She'd never forgive her parents for their decision that would affect her for the rest of her life but she would admit that it was the push she needed to blossom... Or rather, change.

She started doing things to stand out. She acted out against her parents for a while and came to the conclusion that they were actually huge pushovers. With enough resilience they backed off and let her do what she wanted and while it also resulted in a lot of distance placed between her and them, Haylee realized that it felt a lot more freeing this way, even if it did hurt. She dyed her hair, wore intense make-up, pierced her skin and wore different clothing. She submerged herself in hobbies and activities, some which she liked and some she didn't. She did everything she could to stand out. And while it didn't always make people like her, in fact, for a lot of people it had quite the opposite effect, everyone began to learn and know of Haylee or "Kitty" as she liked to call herself. To be noticed, even if not liked, while it wasn't everything she had hoped for, it fulfilled a hole in herself that she'd for so long yearned to fill. Even if its only temporary and perhaps unhealthy, she'd probably say she preferred over the ghost she was before.

And yet, when connections with others came, she clung to them. She wanted desperately to be close to someone. So much to the point where she'd become obsessive for a while. She'd do everything she could to hold on to the friends she'd thought she'd had and inevitably, most of them left her for it. It was at this time she'd discovered Dalton. Their meeting was purely coincidental and yet she'd discovered she wanted to get to know him better. She did everything in her power to get close to him, to learn about him and show him she cared. But her reputation was enough to drive others away and whether that was the cause of her losing Dalton as a friend or not, she wasn't certain but assumed it anyway. One day they seemed fine and the next, he became distant. When she confronted him, pained and crying, he'd told her to leave him alone, that he didn't like her all that much to begin with, all the while never meeting her eyes. Her like for him quickly bubbled into hatred and anything pertaining to him, she'd avoid. To this day, it still hurt her, perhaps because he was one of the people she'd truly felt like she could connect with, no walls, no boundaries. And she'd been so very wrong.


Secrets
Height Complex : Haylee may proclaim up and down that being small is cute or that she still has some growing to do, but she actually hates how small she is. Her small figure and short height are caused by a growth defect, meaning she'll never get any bigger or taller than she is now and she stopped growing in her very early teens.
Faker : A lot of her hobbies and interests are fake. For a while, she was lonely, had little friends, and felt very plain. So she did what she could to stand out. She's a sham and even hates some of the things she claims to love.
Self Harm : Something Haylee resorts to when only really upset. More than just cutting, she'll burn herself, resort to overuse of drugs and alcohol, demean herself, inflict emotional harm and put herself in dangerous situations.


Relationships
Dalton : Something bittersweet that started close and couldn't end with them father apart. Possibly one of the people that have hurt her most. She'd started out adoring and idoling him, wanting to get closer to him and when it didn't work out, her feelings twisted in painful hatred and sorrow. Whether it was love or not, she'd never admit or truly understand herself.
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A Snippet of Haylee

Haylee stood with her head down, her eyes glued to the white and pink hightops on her feet. They were a little smudged, beaten up for sure, but Haylee had always had a hard time letting go of things. Given her lack of growth, she'd had some of the same clothes for years. The best part about being tiny is that you spent less money on clothes. Silver linings, right?

Still, staring at them now was only because she wasn't sure what to do with her eyes. Raising her head required energy that she lacked. She felt numb and broken. Her chest ached, every heartbeat had her lurching and tears streamed down her face in black streaks. How could other people have the power to hurt her so much? She was sick of it, sick of the pain. She knew she had to get stronger but she just wasn't sure how.

Standing there, she could hear his voice.

"I don't know why you won't leave me alone."

The sky above grew dim as the sun set below the clouds.

"I never even liked you in the first place."

She could barely hear anything above the blood rushing behind her ears.

"Please, just... go away."

Except the water bubbling far below as the waves crashed against the old wood that made up the pier. The weight of her next decision was based on her inability to swim. It wasn't that she wanted to die. At least, she wasn't sure yet. More that she wanted to punish herself. To inflict enough physical pain that it would outweigh any emotional pain she was currently feeling. It hurt and all she knew what was that she wanted it to end. To cease. At least for a little while.

So Haylee raised a shaky foot, the rubber of the sneaker sole squeaking against the damp wood. She bit her lip hard, squeezed her eyes shut and took another step forward until she wasn't standing on anything at all.

A moment later she felt the a cold rush as ocean water filled her mouth.


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[Metaphorically]

FOR A SOFT PLACE TO FALL

I KEPT RUNNING

/coded by allure/

I WAS LISTENING

TO THE OCEAN

I SAW A FACE IN THE SAND

background:
Maya's never known her Father, his presence in her life has only been as a sperm donor - playing a role in her creation and nothing more than that. So on the 11th of August, inside of the Chuch Point Hospital, she was born to a cocktail waitress from the South Side of Church Point, three weeks early. And was born and raised on the South Side. She spent her childhood surrounded by drugs and gang violence as the South Side Gang inevitably clashed with the Church Point law enforcement and as the poorest of their town turned to crime to survive. The sound of fighting and police sirens became as normal as her Mother's voice. She could be playing in the street with her friends and watch as the police raided one of their neighbors during a drugs bust.

The only thing she knew about her parents fleeting relationship, if you could call it that, was that their one night stand had been fueled by loneliness and alcohol and was something that "Never should have happened," according to her Mother. Despite her many questions her Mother refused to tell her anything about her Father barring a drunken admission that the man was, "Alive and well." A statement that had been followed by a bitter laugh and another sip of alcohol. Maya hadn't slept well that night and the next day, as she was wandering the streets of the South Side, she kept pausing and staring at the man who walked by unable to stop the nagging voice in the back of her head that told her her Father could be one of them. She could have walked past him any day without even knowing.

The idea that she was being rejected day after day hurt Maya, her Step-Father and brothers filled a hole in her life that she didn't know she had but it didn't fix things completely. Maya vowed to find out who her Father was and to "Punch him in the face," or just hug him. She hadn't quite decided yet.

When Maya turned eight her Mother married a man named 'Elijah Martinez,' who ran an auto-repair shop in the middle of the South Side. This place was the source of many happy memories for Maya, even if the garage happened to be a front for some of the South Side Gang's activities, Elijah taught her how to fix up old cars and repair them. Although Maya found that she liked motor bikes and running as opposed to driving, but she still enjoyed fixing old cars up. She worked alongside her two Step-brothers, "Nicolas" and "Mateo." Nicolas was a wanna-be North Sider who was hoping to become a pro-bono Lawyer for people of the South Side. Whilst Mateo worked in the garage alongside Elijah and was a member of the South Side Gang although he was mainly involved in the drug aspects of the gang.

As Maya got older her resentment began to grow and fester, especially towards North-Siders as her jealousy towards those she viewed as having been born with platinum spoons in their mouths and their lives handed to them on a silver platter. They had had cushy lives inside of their Mansions whilst she lived in the South Side where most lived in trailer parks because their homes were either derlict or had been bought and taken over by North Siders.

She began to get into trouble at school and stay out all night getting drunk and high, she fell into what could be considered "the wrong crowd," especially after joining Church Point High. Despite Nicolas' best efforts Maya started to enjoy a life of going out and getting drunk, though her other brother point blank refused to sell drugs to her or any of her friends. Which proved annoying at times. She knew that he dealt to North Siders and that was the main reason that he seemed to have so much spare money to spend.

Now in her Senior year Maya is still spending most of her nights going out and getting drunk or running errands for other South Siders, sometimes she'd run parcels for the Southside Gang but her brother made sure that was the only way she was involved in it. She still resents the North Siders and their entitled attitudes, often rolling her eyes and making snide remarks as she watches yet another bitch fight occur in the cafeteria because someone slept with somebody else. Maya tries to stay out of all of the North Side drama, preferring to look out for herself and keep out of trouble. She's on her final warning with her family due to the amount of times she's been picked up for drunk and disorderly conduct and she had been receiving tutoring during Summer break from Dalton, before his death, to try and bring her grades up.

relationships:
Dalton I Maya and Dalton met, "for the first time," twice. Initially Maya hated Dalton, he was one of the spoilt brats that she'd learnt to hate from the graffiti on the walls of the South Side and the comments from her friends, so when she was told she was going to be tutored by the North Side "Prince," himself she hadn't been over the moon. Their first tutoring session had been tense, Maya shooting him snarky and sarcastic comments as he patiently tried to explain that Calculus was just things changing and by the end of the session they had both felt exhausted and drained. But then Dalton had tried to help her with her drug habit after finding her stumbling around the South Side one night a week after they first started their tutoring sessions, he'd driven her home and hadn't tried to take advantage of her. A fact which had earned him a begrudged amount of respect from Maya, from then on she stopped making their tutoring sessions hell for the both of them and found that she actually liked them. The two became friends and Maya stopped seeing him as the "spoilt rich boy," she'd hated.

family:
Mother I Ellen Joanna Henley, barmaid
Step-Father I Elijah Martinez, mechanic
Step-Brother I Mateo "Mattie," Martinez
Step-Brother I Nicolas Martinez
Dog I Sumo Martinez-Henley

writing sample:
2. Maya sat cross legged on her bed, papers spread out in front of her as she flicked through the newspaper. The sound of sirens and cans being carried along the street by the wind echoed and made their way into her room, she ignored it - living in the South Side for her whole life meant that after a while everything became white noise. Able to blur and fade into the background rather than staying in the forefront of her mind.

It wasn't the headline that caught her attention first, the words printed in bold black ink. Instead it was the photo, the photograph was of Dalton. Stupid, pig-headed, brainbox Dalton.

Her eyebrows creased and she looked at the headline, six words in large letters that she would never be able to forget. Six words that she didn't want to believe, couldn't believe. 'Breaking News - Local Boy Found Dead' She shook her head, he couldn't be dead, she clenched the newspaper as her grip tightened and vision blurred due to the tears that were threatening to spill.

It couldn't be true.

Couldn't it? Her chest tightened, she couldn't breathe. God. She couldn't breathe, Maya started to squirm and cry out for Nicolas - he was the only person in the house as everyone else was busy with the repair shop. " Nic!" She yelled in-between gasps, she felt like she was suffocating.

"I-I can't breathe...Nic...god..oh my god...Nic!" The footsteps of her brother racing towards her room echoed throughout the trailer, for a brief moment she'd been grateful she didn't live in a Mansion. If that had been the case there'd have been no one to hear her cries, she'd be left alone.

She'd be left alone to choke, to die.

He had taken one look at her and grabbed her, muttering something about a clinic in the South Side that did cheap medical care for South Siders. He muttered assurances and promised her that she'd be okay, she had wantedto tell him that she couldn't be okay. That she'd never be okay because Dalton was dead, her friend was dead.

Nic grabbed his car keys and carried her into the car, setting her down as gently as possible in the passenger seat.

She watched the South Side pass her by out of the window, using the glass of the car to try and cool herself down, everything seemed to blur together into one fuzzy landscape.

The Hospital itself had been crowded, the florescent lights making everything seem too white and too bright, everything seemed fuzzy and the overpowering antiseptic smell made her feel sick. She'd always hated hospitals, they're places that she can only associate with sickness and death. And now she's in one, she feels like she is dying. She doesn't want to die.

The Nurse gently helped her brother maneuver her into a cubicle, though the only partition between her and the rest of the world was a small plastic sheet. Not even thick enough to muffle the sound of her hyperventilating, of her sharp breaths as she tried to calm down and steady herself. As she tried to focus on something other than the pain in her chest and the way everything around her seemed to be blurring.

Later a smiling nurse who's name was Olivia had told her that she wasn't dying, that she was fine. She'd had a panic attack, not a heart attack, though the symptoms could seem identical to someone who'd never had either of the two before. The nurse explained that perfectly healthy teenage girls didn't have heart attacks but they could have heart attacks in stressful situation.

And so she was sent home, with a pamphlet with a crying girl on the cover and a bunch of information about mental health. Her brother tried to ask her what was wrong, if anything had caused it. She'd shaken her head and reassured him that she was fine, everything was fine and she must have just gotten stressed about the fact she was about to go into senior year. Muttering something about exams and general anxiety until he left.

As soon as they'd gotten home, and as soon as Nicolas had stopped hovering, she'd tossed the piece of paper into a trash can. Her problems couldn't be solved by some stupid piece of paper, a piece of paper wouldn't bring Dalton back and it wouldn't fix anything else,

Dalton was dead and there wasn't anything she could do to bring him back.

She'd looked underneath her bed, pulling out a small tin box that she'd been given to keep her pocket money inside. She felt the metal grooves, the small dents and bumps from years of being carried around and dropped. Once it had housed pennies and coins that she'd found discarded in the South Side or the rare pocket money she'd received from her parents.

Now it housed small pills that could numb her to the world. Nicolas had offered to see if he could get her some kind of anti-anxiety medication, even offering to turn to Mattie for help but she'd declined. It didn't seem like it would help anyone to find out that she'd been self medicating for a long time, ever since she turned fourteen and began to understand the way the world worked. Though the offer had made her smile, grateful for the offer, it had just reminded her of how far she'd fallen.

That she was just some junkie, a waste and that Dalton had been wrong.

As she popped off the plastic cap of the bottle she kept the pills in she tried to ignore the bitter taste the pill left in her mouth, knowing that the bottle would be empty by the end of the week.

She closed her eyes and lay down on her bed as she waited for the world to go away. As she waited for the hurt and the anger and the pain to fade away into nothingness.

Dalton's photo stared at her from where she'd tossed it into the ground, silent and accusing. She'd promised him she'd stop, stop the drugs and the drinking citing that she'd get herself killed. Instead he was the one who was dead and she was still alive, she was the one who'd ended up alone.

Despite her best efforts, she was the one still kicking and breathing.

I WAS RUNNING FAR AWAY

name:
Maya Henley

age:
17

birthday:
August 11th

gender:
Female ｜ She/Her

orientation:
Homosexual

hair colour:
Brown

eye colour:
green with blue-ish hints

weight:
140 pounds

height:
5' 4"

general appearance:
Maya has high cheekbones and what could be described as a 'baby face.' If she really tried she could become a popular girl based on her looks, she has near-perfect teeth and is skilled at makeup. The way she dresses tends to scare off any possible "Lookers." If she tries she can make herself look nice but most of the time she doesn't put too much effort into her appearance barring using her clothes and makeup to make herself seem tougher or more intimidating than she actually is.

clothing style:
Her clothing could be described as "Goodwill," she tends to go for second hand clothing, which earns her snide looks and comments from some of the North-side popular girls. Her upbringing has made it so that she knows how to make the best of old and second hand clothing and she enjoys fixing old clothes up, rather than spending hundreds of dollars that she doesn't have on brand new clothes and a brand new wardrobe.

tattoos/piercings/scars:
Outside of school when she wears short sleeved tees, vest tops and tank tops you can see the tattoos that decorate her body. Her first tattoo is a small snake on her ankle which she was given during one drunken night spent in a bar - it hurt like hell and it looks more like a childs cartoon than an actual tattoo. Maya has an industrial piercing along with her belly button pierced, she also has two other tattoos. She also has a scar on the bottom of her foot after stepping on some broken glass when she was younger whilst climbing through some abandoned buildings on the South Side when she was little.

(Faceclaim - Willa Holland)

NOBODY KNOWS

personality:
Maya spent most of her childhood finding and fixing things, with the help of her Step-Father and her friends, this sparked an interest in finding old things and fixing them up. Maya would collect junk from the various back alleys of the South Side and see if she could make something out of it. Her proudest achievement from this was the camera that she repaired, with some help from Elijah, when she turned twelve. Because of this Maya has found that she hates not knowing how things work or why, she likes to know everything about everyone around her so that she could (if she wanted to) fix things or change them to work in her favor.

This doesn't mean that she's some kind of "Wanna be do-gooder," she prefers not to get involved in peoples personal problems if it's going to badly affect her. She likes to know about the world and what's going on inside of it without actually getting involved, she just wants to know about everything in case she has to get involved. Maya is quite an independent person with a strong sense of self preservation, only getting involved in something if it directly affects her or her family. Otherwise she'd rather let somebody deal with it, just because she understands how crappy the world is doesn't mean it's up to her to fix it. If she followed that philosophy living in the South Side would be a kind of torture, everyone in the South Side had a story and they were rarely happy ones. It would be impossible for her to fix them all.

Instead she focused on cars and inanimate objects, they were easier and way less annoying than people.

Deep down Maya is scared, of the world and the people around her, this fear and need to control the world around her if she can control it she can stop it hurting her. Her fear of the world around her has led her to being fearful and bitter, someone who lashes out and screams at the world because ultimately she feels like no one is listening. She thinks the world sees her as "just another waste from the South Side," no one from the North Side would care if she died or went missing and she wasn't influential enough for the cops to try to find her, they were stretched too thin.

Maya resented the North Siders as they all got to have posh houses and fancy cars and a perfect life whilst she had had to earn and fight for everything good in her life. Leading her to shoot sarcastic remarks towards North Siders and she's been known to get into fights with them.

Part of her fear and paranoia is linked to the absence of her Father, and she hates that - she hates the idea that she's just another teenage girl with "Daddy issues." but she can't help it. Her Dad didn't seem to want her, had never tried to reach out to her - if her own flesh and blood didn't want her, why would anybody else?

strengths/virtues:
Loyal I Determined I Resourceful I Creative I Curious

weaknesses/vices:
Jealous I Hot-head I Opinionated I Stubborn I Reckless

secrets:
South Side Gang I Maya joined the South Side Gang, with the help of her brother, although she isn't very involved or high up. She mainly helps out her brother with whatever he is doing and runs packages and parcels around the South Side on her bike.

Dangerous Tendencies I Maya often crosses the line of "Too far," resorting to the overuse of drugs and alcohol to deal with her feelings. Her brother has had to come pick her up from where she'd been stumbling drunkenly around the South Side multiple times, something that she admitted was reckless and dangerous. It always starts out as her trying to control and ignore her feelings but she always goes too far. She's been arrested for drunk and disorderly conduct once or twice.

Drug Habit I The pills helped, in the beginning the pills had helped her - helped numb the pain she felt and made her life easier. They helped her fall asleep when the sounds of the South Side and her own spiral of thoughts prevented her from sleeping at night. They helped when her Mother moved them into her step-Fathers flat, it was too big and cold it didn't seem to matter how many layers she would be wearing. She was always cold.

The drink started when she moved up to High School, after being bullied by North Siders and getting into the wrong crowd in an attempt to make it stop. The drugs started when the alcohol stopped working. She started going out with boys far too old for her and they'd give her drugs, she'd get drunk and they'd slip a little round pill in between her lips. Those pills helped, replacing her anxiety and anger with bliss.

It spiraled out of control quickly; the drugs began to cost her more and she grew more dependent on them. She refused to say that she was a junkie, an addict, she wasn't. If she wanted to she could easily stop, stop taking them and stop getting involved in it all, she just didn't want to.

hobbies:
Maya loves running, she'll often get up at three or four A.M and go out for a run.
She loves photography and usually has her camera with her in her bag.
Her step-Father runs a garage so she often works inside of his garage helping to fix up cars.

likes:
Running.
Chewing gum.
Photography.
Curly fries.
Mint ice cream.
Fixing up cars.
Swimming.
Dogs.

dislikes:
The cold.
Cats, there's plenty of stray cats hanging around the South Side and when she was eight she was clawed quite badly by a stray cat she tried to rescue and she had to get a tetanus jab which had hurt like hell.
Rain.
Spoilt or entitled people.
North Siders, on principle.
Studying, or just school in general.

favourite movie:
Her favourite genres are Horror and Drama, she hates romance and most Fantasy movies, her favourite movie is either 'Fight Club,' or 'Raw'

childhood movie(s):
The Narnia series.

favourite book:
The Book Thief, she was forced to read it in Sophmore year and fell in love with it - although she refused to admit that to her teacher.
House of Leaves, it took her two months to read because of it's layout but she loved it.

favourite colour:
Mint green or sunset orange.

hogwarts house:
Slytherin

 

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BASICS

name: declan halm

age: 16

date of birth: 12/15/01

gender (& pronouns): male (he/him)

orientation: bisexual

south side or north side: north side

APPEARANCE

face claim: conor doherty

eye color: gray

hair color: blonde

height: 5'8"

weight: 120 lbs

tattoos/piercings/etc: he wears glasses

scars: nothing noticeable

body type: slender

clothing style: button up shirts with rolled up sleeves, skinny jeans, sneakers

PERSONALITY

from an early age, declan's preferred books to people, reading voraciously since he was a young child. this hasn't been without some failures, however, and declan often finds himself lacking when he wishes to communicate with another human being. additionally, he's a poor team player, often coming off as quite bossy when he tries to do group projects with others. however, with those he's close to, he's loyal, if a bit overly attached. He's driven quite a few people away with it before, making him somewhat weary of new people.

he's smart, and was labelled gifted as a child. however, this has had pitfalls, such as the crippling anxiety that grew directly out of it, his disorganization, his fear of failure, and his need for instant gratification. he's one of those people that won't do something unless he's automatically good at it. additionally, he fears commitment to people, even if he connects to people faster than is necessarily healthy.

strengths/virtues: loyal, smart, musically gifted

weaknesses/vices: clingy, socially inept, unorganized

hobbies: genealogy, learning/studying whatever he can get his hands on, jewellery making, reading, playing various instruments (viola, cell)

BACKSTORY

declan halm was born in 2001 to aileen halm. his father was never in the picture, and in some ways that bothered him. as soon as he was able, he threw himself into documenting as much of his family tree as possible, and curating it brought him extreme joy.

declan's mother was well off enough to be able to put him in daycare, and later, preschool. he also received lessons in various musical instruments, something he took a shining to. ever since declan was a child, he's been told that he's smart. smart enough, in fact, to skip first grade. he was in the school's gifted program, and he excelled for years. his mother was extremely proud of him, and told him so at every opportunity, also making sure he knew she loved him.

that began to change when he reached middle school. the pressure began to build as college got closer, with pride giving way to worry about his future, forcing even more pressure to succeed, and he began to develop anxiety. he was good at making jewellery, and found it quite easy, so he began to do it, finding stress relief in it. everything came to a head in sophomore year when for the first time in his life he failed a class.

It was the most miserable class of his life, at least partially because he did not gel with that particular teacher. he was gone for that summer. when he came back, he had lost his satisfaction with school. he began to coast by, and no one noticed. he realized that besides his mom, no one would really realize if he were to drop off the face of the earth.

and then there was dalton. he had never been particularly close to dalton before that, but when there's only one person that seems to give a shit about you, you connect fast. he clung, and dalton didn't seem to mind.

then dalton died.

declan hasn't been the same since. he's even more withdrawn than usual, and back to feeling like no one really cares about him besides his mother. he's lonely, and most of all he misses dalton.

secrets: he was in a mental hospital for a month, he had a crush on dalton, he has anxiety and is on a medication for it, he used to give dalton some of his meds

relationship with dalton: he first met dalton as a child, but first became acquaintances with him when they began to share classes. slowly, they became friends, as declan couldn't help but appreciate someone who took school as seriously as he did. they only became close junior year- at least, from declan's point of view- when dalton actually seemed to care about declan's well being. after that, they hung out a fair amount, until dalton died.

relationships: TBA

WRITING SAMPLE

declan had known dalton most of his childhood. they were in the same grade, after all, and dalton and ivy were weird. even if he wasn't interested in the pair, he knew of them.

no, declan never had a moment where he met dalton.

he had two moments where dalton became worth noticing, first as an acquaintance, and then as a friend.

it was back when the pair first took a class together in high school, when they were paired up for an assignment, when they first truly interacted. declan had decided he liked dalton, then, as much as it had scared him to hold on to someone like that again, that he might tentatively declare dalton his friend, even if he was friends in the same way with most of the school.

watching him work steadfastly on their project along with himself leading up to the due date, with no rush near the end to finish on time had been satisfying, and even nice, to an extent. nice enough that he would try to partner with dalton again after the fact, even if there was always a clamor of people wanting to be dalton's partner when they could choose. it was worth it to at least try.

the defining moment for declan was two years later. for the first time in declan's life, school wasn't the center of his world, and no one had noticed. just like no one had noticed the year before when he'd been drowning in school work. the feeling of loneliness that had made itself at home in his chest had been new and unwelcome. it had left him feeling cold inside, and, for once, isolated from others in an unfortunate way.

had no one noticed his disappearance over the summer? even when he should have been in summer school?

not to mention that even being in summer school in the first place was an embarrassment. he was supposed to be smart, and he couldn't even pass a class?

it was one of the many things declan ended up spilling to dalton when he finally told him anything. it was easy to talk to him, declan found, and so he did. before he knew it, he was attached, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

 

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b a s i c s

name ivy aurore james
age seventeen
birthday september 30
gender cis female
pronouns she/her
orientation heterosexual
from north side

a p p e a r a n c e

eye color blue-green
hair color brown
height 5ft 7in
weight 123lbs
mods ear piercings
scars none
body type thin
clothing style very wealthy, semi-formal, designer brands

p e r s o n a l i t y

personality ivy is, in her simplest form, a conceited bitch. she has a habit of thinking the world revolves around her - maybe it's because of the way she was raised. she's beautiful and talented and she knows it, and she likes for everyone else to know it, too. because of that, she can be extremely competitive and deceitful. if someone has something that she wants, she will get it - no matter what she has to do or who she has to hurt. with that being said, she's not one for dramatic or elaborate scheming. her revenge techniques are subtle and classy, yet effective - she doesn't spread rumors or steal boyfriends, as she finds that to be too 'juvenile', but anyone who wrongs her can expect to receive some major backlash. this includes anyone who damages her good name or hurts her brother in any way. when it comes to dalton, she acts like his mom, in the sense that she would kill pretty much anyone who hurt him. but when it comes to anyone else, she would easily put herself first and sacrifice whoever and whatever necessary to save her own ass.

furthermore, her brutal honestly can get ivy into a bit of trouble quite often, but does she care? absolutely not. she has a habit of thinking the rules don't apply to her and she can get away with whatever she wants. but when she wants something and can't get it, it doesn't stop her - she persists no matter what to achieve her goals, making her one of the most driven people one might ever meet - which is sometimes good, sometimes bad. her ambition benefits her in many ways, making her both a successful student and a diligent worker with a bright future. despite her cold persona, she is actually a very intelligent person, and a hard worker, too. she hates to disappoint people, so she tries her best to not ever disappoint, and go above and beyond with whatever task she is handed.

to those who she looks up to and respects, ivy is extremely sophisticated and classy. her charisma and charm make her out to be sweet and angelic, but only to those who who strives to impress. she can carry on a conversation with any person and make it seem as though they're life-long friends - but, again, only to a select few people. to some, this makes her out to be somewhat of a kiss-ass, buttering up to teachers, administrators, professors, parents, and other people of authority from whom she has something to gain.

virtues intelligent, ambitious, sophisticated, protective, dedicated

vices snobby, deceitful, egotistical, blunt, stubborn

likes traveling, school, being with her brother, making her mother proud, expensive things, shopping, coffee, windy days, mornings, baths

hobbies shopping, cheerleading, playing piano, driving, cooking, swimming, tennis

b i o g r a p h y

backstory // birth // on july fifth, twins dalton and ivy james were brought into the world in church point, california. their births were quite a shock to the town, as they were conceived through an affair between carter james, the most successful and wealthy business contractor on the city, and anna grimalde, his beautiful secretary. both adults came from extremely wealthy families, anna being an oxford graduate who grew up in the wealthiest region of france, and carter being a los angeles native and harvard graduate. carter was by far one of the most well-known men in the town, as most business owners answered to him when it came to buying and managing land. upon the discovery of anna's pregnancy, the two quickly eloped to uphold both individuals' catholic morals, and anna was quickly promoted to vice president of the company.
// childhood // growing up, it was always dalton-and-ivy, as one entity. wherever one went, the other went too. as children, ivy never had many friends, because she had dalton. it wasn't that she wasn't social, just that no one understood th

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[Foxagon]

w i p - hidden & less hidden scrolls​

• basics

name: zander phyllus
age: eighteen
dob: 12/24
gender: male - he, him
orientation:
side: north-side

• physical

eye color: hazel
hair color: chestnut brown
height: 5”11
weight: 155lbs
tattoos: -
scars: -
body-type: ectomorph
clothing style:

• mental

personality: Zander - on the surface - has none of the mental complexities one would associate with a deep-thinker. For one, he smiles far too often and finds humor in nearly every situation or bad joke(regardless of the inappropriateness of said humor). That's not to say he is of the optimistic sort, though to say he's closer to a cynic wouldn't be quite right either. Zander - if he took the time analyze himself the way he so freely does other people - would likely consider himself one for realism. Life to him is a mixture of stories, and his love of fiction has always made it easy for him to predict different outcomes of different scenarios. He's not always grounded in reality however, finding it easy to run away through his thoughts or escape in his own intangible fantasies. Due to this he's prone to disconnecting in especially stressful situations, a protective mechanism that backfires more often then not.

Although the near constant quirk of his lips says otherwise, it's easy to get under Zander's skin though harder to affect his psyche. Although he's a far cry from that fist-swinging child who punched first, asked questions later, he still has a temper that can easily be provoked by those who know what buttons to press. His family, friends, his deepest secrets and desires - those are all triggers and Zander won't hesitate to swing a fist if he feels any of those things being threatened. For the most part though, Zander tries to be in control where his anger is concerned, focusing on different medians to rechannel those facets of raw rage. Baseball, any sport really, has always been enough guy for Zander to channel this emotion into as well as exhaust himself socially.

Zander is a fundamentally social guy despite his more introverted tendencies. He enjoys people generally for who they are, is rarely the judgmental type as he feels he has too many secrets of his own. He's used to being a 'secret-keeper' of sorts amongst his friends although the relationship rarely is a mutual one. Despite his being a ready ear for all of his friends, Zander doesn't like to talk much about his own issues. He's rather reserved in his own way despite coming off as extroverted to those who aren't close to him, prone to long lapses of silence with those he's most comfortable with.

Although he can come off as a 'dumb-jock' type due to his friend-group, Zander is pretty introspective, constantly questioning the actions of himself or others to the point of obsession. He'll constantly analyze a conversation down to the twitch of an eyebrow, read into things more then necessary as he sometimes makes the mistake of thinking people are more like him in this. That's not to say everything Zander does and says is deliberate, but he tries to be thoughtful about his actions, taking into consideration the feelings of others. However as Zander is more an emotion-ruled person then logic-based one, impulse can randomly infiltrate his actions, leaving Zander often feeling remorse for his actions.

virtues: loyal to a fault, passionate, empathic, adaptive

vices: impulsive, grudge-holding, temperamental at times,

hobbies: baseball, people-reading, binging good tv (think Westworld), writing

• backstory

December 24th at approximately 8:00PM found Cassandra Phyllus - North-side "it-girl" and rich girl - in an unlikely position. Just hours before, she'd been unpacking in her boyfriends beach villa in the Hamptons, preparing to soak in some rays before the official Christmas celebration. And now, one confession and one screaming match later, she found herself sobbing in a gas station bathroom doing the one thing she thought she'd never do.

Mascara, in dark heavy stains ran from her eyes, pain radiated from her pores and sometime before midnight Zander Phyllus was abruptly born in a toilet stall. Holding that screaming, blood-covered infant and peering into the murky depths of that alabaster toilet, Cassandra pondered the impossible. Just one flush and all of her problems would go away. She wouldn't have to tell her parents. The rumor mill wouldn't have that one horrible thing the whole town would look down on her for. And maybe, just maybe, she could head right back to that beach villa and pretend nothing had happened.

Obviously, Cassandra didn't flush the toilet that afternoon. Otherwise, Zander Phyllus wouldn't have been brought home - albeit carelessly - in a Marc Jacobs tote by his mother. Her parents - Pamela & Henry Phyllus - didn't have the time to be shocked by this breach of their trust. They had their daughter's future prospects to be concerned about. After sending their weeping daughter upstairs, they considered all of the options at their disposal - adoption, depositing the kid on someone doorstep and hoping for the best. But the intensity of the Phyllus features on his puckered face - the indistinct sharpness of his forming jaw-line, the mess of dark-gold hair - sentiment won out against reason.

Cassandra was sent to finish her schooling elsewhere (she would never return) and Zander was carefully eased into the Church Point scene. He was introduced socially as a distant once-removed son of one of Henry Phyllus' nephew's. And although it was a story none questioned up-front, it didn't stop the rumor mill from spinning with all kinds of salacious theories. And so Zander grew up hearing all of these suppositions, grew up swinging his fists to defend the mother he never knew from all of her naysayers. The questions from Zander, due to all of this gossip, came sooner then the Phyllus expected. After all he was still so young, how could they even hope to explain all of what had happened to a little seven year old whose fists flew faster then his thoughts?

After one particularly stressful work-day, Henry Phyllus came home to another bout of those endless questions and blurted out the one thing that would quiet them forever - "She's dead."

Those words would endlessly echo in Zander's mind even years later. He'd string together his own creative interpretations of what the words meant - had she died giving birth to him? Gotten into a motorcycle accident? Maybe she'd even faked her death to get away from this town where everyone acted like they knew everything when really, they were grasping at straws.

Perhaps these thoughts were a trigger of sorts for young Zander. He sunk into a depression of sorts, an odd thing for someone so young. For three years, he barely spoke, barely ate, tried not to think. But the fights between him and the other boys begin to escalate. At his 11th year of living his grandparents intervened. He was sent to an co-ed boarding prep school up in New York. He'd remain their for four years.

At first, the distance from California, from everything and everyone he knew, made the transition a difficult one. But Zander eventually eased into himself, begin to smile more. When he returned at 16 to continue high school with everyone else he was almost a different person. He was more confident, more worldly, laughed off the things that would've negatively affected a younger him. And when he got even, now he was slicker about it.

While he'd been in New York, Zander had learned quite a few things about himself. One of them was that being left to his own thoughts, rudderless and listless, brought out the worst in him. He needed a median in order to function. In New York, that median had been rugby and writing for the schools literary paper. Neither of those things were here in tiny Church Point. So Zander - ever the adaptive one - made his way onto the baseball team as well as quite a few clubs, easing his way into the position of pitcher. He'd quickly find the sport.. therapeutic in its own way. He'd never had a team of people who he could rely on, never had anything that he could selfishly channel his rage into. And baseball filled that void.

For a while, life was good.

The more time Zander spent on the field, the more time he had to get to know the respective players, sweating and connecting. And popular, quick-to-please Dalton was among those players. The two of them didn't spend a lot of time one-on-one, though Zander made a point of attending every rager he hosted. After all, Dalton was a pretty cool guy and a party was a party. In general, Zander tried to stay away from drugs and alcohol - he didn't quite like the out-of-control paranoia unless he had a close group of friends to oversee him - but one night the peer pressure from the baseball guys became too heavy a force to push against. Grudgingly, Zander found himself taking a few sips. One sip morphed into three and then a couple of bottles. Encouraged by his friends laughter, Zander eventually found himself drunk and stumbling through the rooms of Dalton's house. He remembers vaguely one thing from that night - stumbling into Dalton's room and seeing him take an assortment of worrying pills.

He approached, slurred his concern, the guy in question pasting a smile to his lips and calling them 'prescribed' meds. He probably didn't think he'd remember any of this either way. Then it was 'are you sure you should be walking around like this', 'just lay down for a bit, I can take the floor, you obviously need it more'. Then there was a silence. Suddenly, whether it was the alcohol or the openness of Dalton's blue gaze, Zander found himself filling the gap with all sorts of information. About his mother, what had really gone down in New York over those four years, how sometimes he wished he'd never come back to this little shitty town. And Dalton, surprisingly, listened all the way through it. He didn't volunteer any random bits of information, didn't attempt to belabor him with any of that fake pity his grandparents' friends would so often throw at him. He just listened.

Later, when the knowledge of all of the events of that day came back to him, Zander regretted just how loose-tongued he'd been. Just how well did he even know Dalton, anyway? Would the boy try to hold this stuff over him?

• secrets

- what happened in New York? - Rugby, while Zander was in New York, was practically his whole life. His school's team was fiercely competitive, all of the members had dreams of attending D1 schools and going pro someday. And Zander was more then willing to support those aspirations as he really had none of his own. And when he played Rugby he wasn't Zander anymore. He was Zander, Tom, Phil, etc. - the team was one body, one fluid mind. And it felt good being a part of something bigger then himself. But one game would change everything. Zander remembers the moment he tackled the guy, how his head hit the ground, he recalls the sickening crack. And suddenly, he found himself with someone else's blood on his hands. The guy was dead, but 'it's not your fault,' everyone said, 'it's not your fault,' but Zander could barely hear them over his own guilt.
- Zander's mom is alive and well, not that he knows.

• relationships

Dalton James

• writing sample

The sun, mostly due to its position in the after-noon sky, was a little more then a nuisance for Zander this game. He squinted as a particularly bright ray hit him square in the eyes, nudged his baseball cap down further over his mess of brown hair with the back of his free-hand. He could barely make out the player he knew to be standing just opposite him, bat held to attention, could barely even see the hand signals James McCoy was desperately shooting him from behind.

Was he asking for a curveball, a fastball?

Zander took in a deep breath, shut his eyes in efforts to calm himself. And what do you know? A cloud had passed over the sun, proportionally darkening the field. And James McCoy's plea for a fastball could be correspondingly received and delivered. Zander bit his lip to curb the smile that was inching its way up his features, drew back his arm before bringing it in sharply, letting the ball fly from his fingertips right into the catchers mitt. And a roar of approval from the crowd as Zander delivered his third out of the night.

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The victory cheers had died down, the after-party proportionately quieting into something a little more civil then merely screaming high schoolers. Zander's arm ached from overuse, his throat itched for a drink now more then ever. Despite this he kept his lips quirked upward, let out an answering chortle as a joke was uttered into the group of boys. Then a silence as everyone took a moment to indulge themselves with their respective vices - Donatello with some Southside chick he'd brought in much to their ire, James with that whiskey-stained cup he couldn't seem to put down. Zander kept to his water bottle.

"Your looking mighty tense tonight, Zander," one of the unnamed boys offered, probably a freshman. Zander blinked, unsure on how to respond. Was it that obvious? "a little bit of alcohol might take away some of that Zander-Typical stiffness." It was a weak joke but it got the reaction it intended. A couple of the boys laughed, leaned in to catch Zander's reaction. He kept the smile on his lips, noncholatnyl looked up from his water glass.

Zander studied the guys clouded gaze, caught the rub of alcohol that tinted his breath. He let a laugh wiggle its way through his lips, diverted the attention from himself as he usually did in these scenarios. "Not looking so great yourself, kid," he met the other boys' gazes, let a little mocking creep into his tone. "Sure mommy and daddy want you staying out this late."

Laughter met his retort and Zander angled his gaze elsewhere to keep from seeing the kid's reaction.

Quiet again, and then James McCoy was meeting his eyes. "C'mon, Zander. Just a drink or two."

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Zander wasn't sure how many shots he'd ended up downing. 7, 8, 10? He vaguely recalled the cheering, being hoisted onto someone's shoulders as they cheered his 'Good-Arm'. Everything was blurry now, he couldn't remember where he was or how he'd gotten there.

All he knew- it was dark , too quiet to possibly be safe. He pushed back his own paranoia, continued his pace. He leaned against a door to keep his balance. almost toppled forward as it slid open with a creak.

Dalton James?

He vaguely recalled that the boy had willingly offered his house up for the party, disappeared at some point between the dancing and drinks. Had he stayed up in his room all party? And what were those, was that a bag of pills?

"The fuck?" Zander warbled out, stumbling forward. Dale correspondingly jumped, face paling a little before he was smiling wanly. The bag slid behind his back before inching back into view once Dalton acknowledged the suspiciousness of the gesture.

"It's just medication, nothing serious."

Zander shrugged dully. If the kid wanted to lie about it, that was on him. It wasn't as if he could judge.

He guessed that everyone, even popular-do-gooder Dalton James had some chinks in their armor.

"I'm just gonna go.." he inched his way backwards, begin to navigate his way back into the hall.

"Wait!'

Dalton's voice rang put like a whip, the hairs on Zander's arm standing up with the shock of the moment. He blinked a little to clear his mind as annoyance crept to the surface.

"Your drunk aren't you," Dalton chuckled a little. "like, really drunk."

"Obviously."

Thus begin the one-sided conversation Zander would later regret every word of.

 

[Keira Winston]

♛Appearance♛
ethnicity: french, british, italian
distinguished features: her eyes (her stare), her chin, her jaw
mods: earlobe piercings
scars: none
height: 5'8"
weight: 117
body type: slim, athletic, slight curves
hair: blonde, layered, waist-length, wavy
eye color: baby blue
clothing style: prefers to be casual, but to fit in, she is found in name brand clothing, looking like she stepped out of a magazine, while she is around her friends and peers (kind of like serena van der woodsen)
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♛Background♛
biography: james allen hayes, skylar's father and wealthy investor and land lord from santa monica, met alicia renee may, an aspiring news anchor born and raised in church point, in los angeles when they were both working together. the two quickly fell in love and started their family back in the suburb of church point. james was hesitant about moving to church point at first because he knew of the divide between the north and south, and instead, he wanted to start their family in beverly hills. however, alicia insisted, stating that she felt at home in church point because her affluent family's old money and roots came from church point. james obliged, and they first welcomed ashton james hayes into the family. after two years, they gave birth to skylar, the star and light of their family. skylar's childhood was filled with bright memories, and it was perfect, the best childhood anyone could wish for. her family got along well, she was really close to her older brother and she got whatever she wanted. she was smart, excelled in whatever she did (dance and theater), and was always a town favorite.

as skylar grew older, she followed in her brother's footsteps of being in the popular crowd, and she didn't think she really had a choice. she thought that was the place she belonged on the social hierarchy. she fit in, was always a pat of the social scene, and had many friends, but she never opened up to that many people. around this time, things at home started to get a little rough. her dad was around less, always working in downtown la or going on business trips around the world, and when he was home, he began acting distant. soon enough, she found out he was cheating on her mother through snooping on his work computer. her father was a playboy, and always would be. even her mother couldn't keep him grounded forever. she let her mother know about the infidelity, and her father promised to never do it again, but it broke the family. her mother stayed with him just to keep up the family image. skylar began developing major trust issues and daddy issues, and her brother began acting out and eventually abandoned his family for the southside.

with her trust issues and daddy issues, skylar began opening up less and less and began putting up a facade. she frequently went out with different boys who were part of the church point elite, but no one could get to her, no one but dalton. people have always thought of how wonderful of a couple they would be. they were both perfect for each other, and they were even voted as the cutest couple who never was at the end of junior year. skylar had always tried not to fall for his award winning smile and adorable freckles because he was her best friend's brother, and she didn't know how ivy would feel about that. it started off as a few glances here and there, and some light flirting, but it never escalated until one night, she came to ivy's house crying. ivy wasn't home, but dalton answered the door. she opened up to him about her family life and issues, and he did too. the two shared a kiss, and she realized he was the only boy she has ever felt that much of a connection with. they soon began secretly dating, hoping it wouldn't ruin their friend group or be involved in their family's messes. eventually, it became more and more obvious. almost the whole town knew at the time of dalton's death. the death devastated her, and she can't stop thinking about him. he's everywhere she goes. she can't get the memory of his smile, his touch, and his chuckle out of her head.

secrets: dated dalton (low-key a secret)- the couple tried their best to keep it a secret, however, the relationship between the two got increasingly obvious the longer they dated. eventually, most of the school and the town knew. they tried to keep their relationship a secret so that it wouldn't be ruined by their families. despite what some may think, their relationship was serious, and they were each other's firsts.
was pregnant with dalton's child but got an abortion right away- no one else knows about this other than dalton. she got an abortion as soon as possible, before you could even tell she was pregnant. dalton and skylar wanted to raise the baby, but they decided it was the best to give it up because of their futures and messy family drama.
major daddy issues- the hayes family isn't the picture perfect family they seem like to everyone. her father is almost always gone and is constantly cheating on her mother. she grew t despise her father and often finds comfort in various boyfriends to fill the gap in her heart.
visits the south side often to meet with her older brother- her older brother is a north sider who abandoned his family after getting tired of the northside "bullshit" of keeping up their reputation and pretending everything is "okay" to join a gang in the south side. the family cut ties to him, but she still visits him often to make sure he's ok. he changed his identity when he moved to the southside, and everyone else believes he moved to new york for college and stayed their for a job.






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♛Persona♛
personality: from the outside, skylar seems untouchable. she has a clean reputation, a wealthy family, the perfect house, a high end wardrobe, an amazing body, lots of skills and talents, and popularity, and she's good at everything she does. that's what most people see, but there is way more to her than that. sure, she does take care of her image and reputation, but it's something she's been groomed to do her whole life, and although she doesn't show it, she's getting tired of always looking her best and pretending her whole life is perfect. her image comes with perks though. the status she has had since birth allowed her to be able to date any boy in town. she could be flirtatious at times and is seemingly never single or without boy issues, and it has earned her the reputation of being promiscuous or seductive, but what most people don't know is that her desire to always be with a boy is fueled by never having a reliable, and loving father. her habits with other boys are fueled by the goal of filling up the space in her heart that a father is supposed to, weather she knows it or not. she's never been in a constant, stable relationship with someone who could keep her grounded, until she met dalton. like the others, he was captivated by her, but he was the only one who didn't seem to be easily manipulated by her charm or smooth, sugar sweet voice. he saw through her.

the side of her that he saw through, the softer side of her, doesn't open up much to people. although people saw a rich, popular cheerleader when they looked at her, they never really knew the real skylar, causing her to be quite the mystery. she's actually really reserved and compassionate. she's a sweetheart on the inside, and would do anything for the people she cares about. she's goal-oriented, determined, daring, but also knows how to cut loose and not have to worry about her reputation. she could even be quite clever and intelligent if she put her mind to it. she's trusting and someone who you can open up to or tell anything to. skylar is the girl you want to be friends with, even though you want to hate her, you can't because you want to be her.

strengths/virtues: charismatic, loyal, sophisticated, daring, compassionate

weaknesses/vices: vanity, promiscuous, seductive, manipulative,

likes: long walks on the beach, fashion, coffee, boba, watching the stars, bad boys, beaches, warm weather, dogs, cats, highlight (she's talking about cosmetics)

dislikes: cold weather, cloudy skies, pigeons, bugs, country music, liars, cheaters, meat (she's vegan), social climbers, stubborn

hobbies: cheerleading (she's a flyer), dance, photography, listening to music, fashion, binging tv shows, shopping (especially on rodeo drive), traveling, hanging out with friends, learning different languages



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♛Misc♛
relationship with dalton: now ex girlfriend
relationships:
writing sample:
with a pair of sandal wedges in one hand and holding his hand in the other, skylar walked alongside the waves with dalton. it was the night of the last day of school, and the secretive couple decided to disappear from the party scene. they had planned to show up for a bit at the biggest party of the year, but discretely leave in his car soon after to have a secret rendezvous at their special spot on the beach. it was about 9 pm. when the couple got to the now quiet and empty beach. the air was still warm, the ever present ocean breeze was surprisingly calm, and the sun had finally disappeared from the horizon.

when the couple got to their secluded spot on the beach, dalton put down a soft blanket for them to lay down on. the majority of their walk on the beach was silent and filled with glances and sweet smiles shot back and forth from each other, but as the two laid down to watch the stars, dalton finally broke the silence.

"hey skye?.... did i do something? am i, like, not good enough for you?" he asked softly as her turned to face her.

"what? no....why? you're perfect for me, dal. it's more like me who's not good enough for you" skye said propping herself up on her elbow and rolling over to face him. she knew he was always self-depricating himself, but it was hardly ever his fault.

"no, of course not. i meant... you were acting kinda weird around our friends today, you know? when they were talking about the party. what's wrong?" he asked sounding slightly concerned.

"d, are you seriously asking me this right now? c'mon, remember? we planned to sneak out and come here," she said as a grin spread over her face, but she always knew how he felt, and she could sense that he wasn't buying it. "okay... i don't know... this whole thing was supposed to be a secret and....." she trailed off.

"i don't get it what's the big deal? i swear the whole school probably knows by now," he said placing a hand on her arm to comfort her.

"well except her...."

"are you seriously afraid of what ivy thinks?" dalton asked raising a brow.

"no... it's just.... how would she feel about me? about our friendship? isn't it kinda weird- me dating her twin brother?"

"relax... i wouldn't worry about her. you two are hella close anyway," he made a gesture telling her to lay down, and obeying him, she did.

"you're amazing, you know that?" she asked him smiling as she stared at the sky. "every girl at school would kill to date you. i feel like telling people i date you would be putting a target on my back," she joked.

"wouldn't i be the one with the target on my back? i mean you're like the best thing that's ever happened to me," he said with a chuckle.

as skylar heard his soft chuckle, she began to calm down and relax- even though it somehow made her heart race at the same time.

"can we just forget about all that right now? and everyone else? i want to be here, right now, with you" she said lacing her fingers with his.

like the other times they were here, the two finally disconnected themselves from the outside world and focused only on themselves.



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name: skylar madison hayes
nicknames: skye
age: 17
gender: cis-female, she, her
grade: 12
birthday: september 22
orientation: heterosexual, heteromantic
north or south?: northside royalty


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[madame moiselle]

dimitri nicolaev (WIP)
it's hard to resist a bad boy with a good heart...​

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BASICS
KING OF SOUTHSIDE​

Age
18​

Gender
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he/him​

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DOB
march 6th

Orientation
heterosexual​

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Southside/Northside?
southside.​

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STYLE & LOOKS​

Eye Color
murky, greyish blue​

Hair Color
blondish-brown



Height
6'3​

Weight
197 lbs



Tattoos/Piercings/etc
countless tattoos over his body (gigantic skull tattoo sprawled across his back, grinning visage on his torso, etc) // nose piercing

Scars
one right on the line of his jaw after taking a horrendous punch in a long-ago fight ​

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Body Type
mesomorph // broad-shouldered // athletic​

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Clothing Style
take // me // home ​

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PERSONALITY​

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Dimitri.
The King of Southside.
He can be your closest ally or your worst enemy. And to be frank, the wisest thing to do is to be neither. To gain and to be dubbed something as precarious as 'the King of Southside' is something close to a feat. And the person behind the title is everything but plain.

It's true, Dimitri has his grips on the streets. In the young, reckless world of crime, his name, as well as the name of his gang, Skull, is well-known and though it may not be the biggest youth gang in churchpoint, associating in crimes such as theft, drug dealing, and vandalism, it's reputation and success goes beyond than just size. There are many factors, but most importantly, it's leadership. Which leads on to my first point.

Dimitri is a leader.

Determined in anything that he does, Dimitri is stubborn, when he wants something, he will get it. He is not one you would want to mess with, and if you do, you'd be getting yourself a death wish. He takes pride and priority in his gang first and foremost---nothing matters more than his gang family. He prizes loyalty and well-founded trust above all else. Follow this and I swear you'll be fine. Betray him and you will find yourself in a whole hell lot of trouble...

Good first impressions have never been Dimitri's forte.

Intimidating, serious, maybe even a bit menacing---these are all factors why people wouldn't want to be on his bad side. And yes, when people judge him off as cold, brutal and arrogant, they're not wrong.

TBC



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BIOGRAPHY​

Backstory (early childhood, teenhood, and current)

Secrets (some stuff no one else knows about your character yet, you may incluse dalton in the secrets, but they should NOT involve his death)

Relationship with dalton (dalton's cs)

Relationships (tba)​

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MISCELLANEOUS​

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Living Space (house, dorm, apartment, etc. Inside and outside)​

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Theme Song​

Faceclaim
stephen james



Writing Sample​

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[caramel]

LIONEL ROMERO

-southside trash
-kind of a jerk ngl
-but god damn​

 

[im jess saying]

Basics
name: Sophia Cahill
age: 17
date of birth: June 3rd
gender (& pronouns): cisgender female, she, her
orientation: heroflexable
south side or north side: north side royalty

Appearance

eye color: brown
hair color: brunette
height: 5'4"
weight: 115
tattoos/piercings/etc: none, she's not 18 yet
scars: large birth mark on her midriff
body type: petite/slender
clothing style: white angleo saxon prodestant

Personality
personality:
Sophia's parent's always say that she's a 'rebel without a cause.' Little did her parents know, her cause was to get out of the white angleo-saxon protestant lifestyle as soon as she can. Throughout childhood she was constantly misbehaving in church and at her mother's DAR functions. She went through 11 nannies growing up. They would work with her for just a few weeks before they decided that Sophia was too much to handle. In school she excelled in her classes. She was placed in gifted and talented classes her entire life. Her favorite subject is science. When she attached herself to the 'popular' girls in high school, she felt like she'd woken up from a deep slumber. It felt so good to have people practically bowing at her feet and asking to hang out with her every weekend. She somehow manages to know everything about everyone at school. It felt superficial, but it was also addicting.

Through she's enjoying 'peaking' in high school, Sophia is extremely depressed. She feels like a rat in a cage set up by her parents. She suffered from depressive episodes where she often acts suicidal. This is what drew her to drug and alcohol use. She'll do anything to find the next high. Just to forget for a second that she has to go back to her 9 bedroom estate where the maid will usher her in and lock the doors of her prison cell with no way out. She wants out as soon as possible, but she also knows she cant survive without her fathers credit card. So, here she stays. DAR darling in the making.

virtues:
fun
excitable
intelligent
witty
knows everything about everyone
great sense of humor
always down

vices:
superficial
drug addict
knows everything about everyone
dumbs herself down to fit in
self conscious
trouble maker
depression
anxiety

hobbies:
*science research - Sophia will dive into a text book about biology any day. She's interested in human anatomy and plant life and animal life. If she gets into college she wants to be a marine biologist.
*partying - She'll honestly do anything numb her depression and anxiety. If you say party, Sophia will come runing.

Bio
backstory:
Sophia comes from a world of cotillions and high tea, destined to be a proper DAR darling. In short, Sophia is a trust fund baby. She was born into a white Anglo-Saxon protestant family who's ancestors came over on the mayflower. Her family has what they call "old money". Their family has been rich for generations. Sophia knows which fork to use for which part of the meal being served and which event to wear white gloves to. Her closet is lined with pretty, modest dresses which all had a planned party to be worn to.

While Sophia was raised going to protestant church on Sunday and finishing school every weekend, she convinced her mom to let her be in public school. Her whole life, Sophia has rejected the lifestyle her parents laid out for her. She was always the rebel in her finishing school classes and a caused a scene at her mother's charity events. She was fixing to leave the life style when her father threatened to take her trust fund away. Knowing full well that she couldn't live on her own, she decided keep up with the lifestyle she despised.

Now, Sophia eases her pain with a bottle of liquor and a needle. She walks around school like teenage royalty she is, watching as her fellow students practically kiss her feet. She hides her homework and research in her locker so she fits in with her popular friends. She tries to hide that she's in all AP classes this year. When she's home in bed, by herself, she'll search endlessly throughout the night learning about the different marine life and more about the subject she loves.

secrets:
*Sophia ia a straight A student in all AP classes. She works her tail off in school and enjoys every second of it.
*Sophia is on drugs. Though most parties are equip with drugs of every kind and most kids around the school are normally taking them, she's become reliant on them.

relationship with dalton: best friends now ex boyfriend.
relationships:
Skyler Madison Hayes - best friend
Ivy James - best friend

writing sample​

 

[aurnia]

Ha i lied WIP still

Rebecca Thompson

Miss Sunshine

requisite

Full Name: Rebecca Lynn Thompson
Nickname: Rey, Reba
Age: 18
Grade: Senior (12th)
Gender: Female (she/her)
Sexuality: Demisexual
Zodiac: Sagittarius, December 13 2000
North/South Side: North Side

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Face/Voice Claim: Taylor Swift
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Distinguishing Features: Haircut with thick bangs, charming smile, bright eyes
Mods: Earlobe piercings
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 124 lbs
Body Type: Slim Athletic Build
Clothing Style: x x x

persona

Hobbies: Rey is a musician and most always has her guitar on her person, Rey collects records in a way- buying all her favorite albums she can on vinyl, She also has spent a lot of time perfecting origami
Likes: cats, old books/records, eating whipped cream straight from the can (ex), singing, playing guitar, christmas, poetry, coffee, thunderstorms and rain
Dislikes: energy drinks, being lied to, murky days with no rain, too-hot days, leaving pens unclicked/uncapped, pencils, intolerance, cigarette/marijuana smoke
Fears: claustrophobia, staying in her home town forever, letting her mother down
Virtues: Kind-hearted, ambitious, playful, self-assured, creative
Vices: Naive, sensitive, shy, stubborn, ambitious
Other: Rey has asthma

Rey is a kind-hearted and ambitious, but naive and sensitive person. Even though she's been burned before, she keeps her heart open and runs head-long into things without always thinking; especially relationships. Because of her open nature, she tends to be rather expressive when she does... anything, wearing her heart on her sleeve, but opting to say nothing over expressing her opinions loudly. She learnt over the years that many people disliked her for her self-confidence and would say horrible things to her even if she had said nothing. She can be rather blunt without meaning to if she isn't in the best of moods, or if she doesn't pick up on others' feelings and gives direct advice instead of comfort. Her caring nature knows no bounds however, as she will move heaven and earth for those she considers friends and family. And, while she can sometimes miss hints of someone being upset, her friends like to come to her when they are upset because she will not hesitate to help them feel better any way she can, which usually involves some bad jokes and dancing around a room with any music she can get/create.

biography

Rey never knew her father, and according to her mother he was killed in a car crash just a couple of months after Rey was born. Her mother doesn't like to talk about her father, so Rey stopped asking a long time ago, as with a father or without her childhood was rather good. Her mother's most important lesson for her daughter was to always be herself, and Rey followed her words to a T all the way through her childhood doing as she pleased weather it was what everyone else was a fan of or not. While she wasn't unpopular, Rey never had many close friends, and still doesn't, finding that she doesn't feel a connection with many of her peers. Though, it might be from a lack of trying to create a connection, after a bad few experiences with bullies over the years.

She discovered her love for music when she was 12, and her mother helped her to save up the money to buy a guitar that christmas. Though it was challenging to learn to play without any formal teacher, Rey was determined and would play for hours until her fingers had blisters and her mother had to force her to stop so that she could bandage them. As she entered high school, Rey discovered that those who bullied her tended to leave her alone if she didn't openly react to them, so instead she wrote her feelings into songs. This habit only increased when she began dating, and went through partners left and right. While she does not have a reputation as a mean person, she has gained one of a heart-breaker unintentionally because of the string of hearts she's left behind. Rey never means to hurt anyone, she just truly hopes to find a connection with someone, and she doesn't always have the best common sense in relation to romance.

Secrets:
-Rey has had a crush on Ivy James for years
-Rey can't swim and hates the ocean after a mishap one time when she was pressured into joining a few friends on a speedboat at the beach
Relationship w/ Dalton: Rey and Dalton were close friends, in the way that she once found him during a low point in his depression- without knowing that he was depressed- and became dead-set on helping him to feel better that day. She was surprised to find him come to her for comfort a few scattered times after until they finally established an actual friendship and spent time together on purpose rather than on accident or by surprise.
Relationships:
-Skylar Hayes // Good friends, they have dated a lot of the same guys and have a lot of good gossip sessions. Skye also makes for the best wingwoman, helping Rey be a bit less naive when it comes to men
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writing sample:

coding by: diaphanous

 

[ALittleRedLie]

CiMarron Brooklynn Martin

basics

cimarron brooklynn martin
cici - mary - brooklynn
17
26 October 2000
female: she/her
pansexual
south side

appearance

dark brown eyes
black hair
5 feet and 7 inches
132 lb
tats: x x x
piercings: left right septum belly
a small cut on her eyebrow and one going from ankle to inner thigh, both from a motorcycle accident
petite but muscular build
mosltly wears dark clothing. Jeans, hoodies, large Tshirts, sneakers

persona

CiMarron Brooklynn Martin sincerely doesn't give a fuck. She is reserved, keeping to herself and choosing to observe more than anything. Because she is so quiet people tend not to notice her and CiMarron has come to the possession of many different people's secrets. She comes off as very intimidating and coming from the South Side it is expected of her. However, just because she comes from there doesn't mean she's like everyone else. She wants to graduate and leave so she doesn't mess with those in gangs and looking for trouble, but that doesn't mean she is exactly clean. But as her grandmother always told her - if you keep your head down, you don't get in trouble - and that is exactly what she intended to do.
CiCi is the stereotypical mysterious girl you read of in your stories. A background no one knows and sly skills sitting up her sleeve. She doesn't get along with people at first, but if you make the effort to try and get to know her - and you don't annoy her - she will warm up to you. When you have she can let out a few occassional jokes and will have your back. You never want to get on her bad side, she has the potential to destroy you.

loyal +
intelligient +
reliable +
brave +
bold +
rude at times -
impatient -
defensive -
blunt -
indifferent -

fixing cars
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photography
writing

background

CiMarron Martin was born to Southsider Daniel Martin and Northsider Sydney Andrews. She was born out of wedlock and when Sydney's parents found out they told her to either give up her little family or give up her money. Sydney picked the money, abandoning Daniel and CiMarron. She gets minimal visits from her mother at a restaurant in the North Side, her father doesn't know and CiMarron doesn't necessary like the visits though. Besides that she had a normal childhood, frequent visits from her grandmother, Cynthia, with treats for New Orleans and her dad throwing birthdays parties with the theme of princess until she turned ten and began favoring superheroes. As she grew up, she helped her father in his family owned convenience store until it was burned down by the South Side gang. CiMarron, out of revenge, she hunted down one of the members that did it and assaulted them, she got caught and was fined with aggravated assault as an adult which remains on her record.

After that incident, her father and grandmother told her to clean her act up because they loved her and wanted her to go places, her mother told her to clean her act up because if anyone found out that CiMarron existed, it'd be a problem if she had a record definitely since Sydney was just adjusting to life with a husband and kids she gained months after she left her first family. CiMarron tried her hardest to keep her promise - mostly to Daniel and Cynthia. She got good grades, stayed away from violence, gangs, and drugs, but did get into smoking cigs at 15. During her sophomore year she lived in New Orleans due to her grandmother getting sick, she moved back the summer before junior year.

During her school career, she avoided parties, sports, clubs, and basically every and any social gathering that required her to talk to people. You could only find her at home, in the library, the diner, or at the mechanics shop she works at. She hates conflict and avoids the people that create them, so it doesn't surprise her that many people don't know her. CiMarron is hoping to go through her senior with no problems because she wants to get into a good college and leave Church Point. It's a little hard for her since she is a biracial Southsider with a criminal record, definitely since the police are always out to get her. So she's at a little disadvantage, but she doesn't let that get to her. She fixed up a bike in the auto shop and uses it as her transportation, despite her getting into an accident a few months after.


? No one knows that CiMarron is the daughter of North Side socialite Sydney Andrews
? None of her peers know about the Aggravated Assault in her record.
?She got into some trouble in New Orleans
?CiMarron denies ever knowing Dalton, but they had a minuscule relationship and a friendship that lived on after (some scenes in spoiler).


Relationship with Dalton:
They met at Mearle's Diner and became friends. It was a weird pair. They were close and she occasionally joined him on his midnight strolls, sometimes she'd make them rides on her bike instead. They kissed on one of these strolls and a relationship sparked. It didn't last long because they were always busy, but they remained friends. Still going on their strolls and bike rides, and going out to eat at Mearle's Diner. To her, Dalton was her best friend.

Relationships:
Dale Erickson: The first person to have her phone number. She became friends with him shortly after her arrest for aggravated assault. They don't hang out much, mostly exchanging texts. [More Soon...]
Samantha Anderson: The third person to have her phone number. One of the few people that could get to CiMarron despite being a North sider. They have a complicated relationship, but they remain good friends. Usually talking shit and cracking jokes. There is still some sexual tension between them.

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"You are going to die smoking those things" CiMarron took another drag purposefully to defy her mother's words. And with smoke slithering out from between her lips she replied.
We're all dying anyways.
The look on her mother's face told her not to mess with the business women. She takes one last drag before dropping it in the cup inhabited by her mother's coffee. Sydney delivers a glare and CiCi smiled.
What are we doing out here? We usually sit inside. CiMarron's eyes wander over to the inside of the restaurant, noticing a few patrons. Her eyes mostly paid attention to the business men and women that sat at a round table, mouths agape probably laughing at some stupid joke about the South Side.
“It’s nice outside.” Her mother shrugs while she digs through her purse.
It’s about to rain. CiMarron whispers while it finally dawns on her. You know if you wanted your corporate leaders of whatever business you’re in to see you be a good samaritan, you could’ve at least told me that you were using me as a charity case. The rich, white women helping the poor, black girl.
Sydney’s hands stop and she looks up to her daughter. “You’re not a charity case, you’re my daughter.” With those words laying on the table, a pair of 2 karat diamonds are also placed to accompany them.
I know I am not supposed to exist and all. But don’t ever fucking use me again. Abruptly, CiMarron stands up and finally looks down to her mother. And I don’t want your fucking gifts, give it to your other daughter. Storming off, she leaves her mother there and walks back towards home.
30 minutes later CiMarron was downing her second strawberry milkshake in the booth of Mearle’s diner. There were a few people, it was quiet, but only for about 3 minutes more because that’s when a large swarm of people came bursting in the diner. And in an instant, CiMarron was slightly annoyed. She looks up from her milkshake and notices the incoming ocean of varsity letter jackets.
And that’s when her eyes met his, they were blue, his hair was blonde, he was clean cut a smile on his face. A typical northsider, CiMarron thought, but she didn’t look away. There was something about him, definitely when he gave her a grin which wasn’t something that she received often since everything about her screamed South Side. After their eye contact breaks she gets up, places enough bills on the table, and walks out of the diner. Soon a lit cigarette is between her lips and she is standing beside a nice car, probably belonging to one of the players or cheerleaders.
“Interested?” CiMarron’s attention is brought to the boy with the blue eyes again.
No, it’s just a nice car.
“Thanks.”
No problem. CiCi nods then offers a cigarette.
“Not my thing.”
That’s okay. She pockets the pack and looks at him. Dropping her cigarette and then looking at him. CiMarron.
“Dalton.”
Well, see you around Dalton. CiMarron begins to walk down the street, a soft smile on her face cause her day got a little better.

*

Coincidentally the boy CiMarron met at the diner, his head was blocking her view to whatever important facts she needed for her next US History test. Dalton, right?
“Yeah. CiMarron?”
Yeah.
“What can I help you with?”
Can you move over, your head is in the way and I can’t see.
“Of course.” He slides a little to his left, then turns back to face her.
Thanks.
“What’s with the lollipop?”
Trying to quit the whole smoking thing.
“Good for you.”
Thanks.

*

“I thought you said you were quitting?”
CiMarron looks over to the boy. She was hiding under the bleachers not paying attention to the people around her. Hey, the key word was trying. Dalton chuckles and a smile actually appears on CiMarron’s face. You know, I usually hate people. But you’re okay.
“That’s a good thing, right?”
Yeah, it’s a good thing. CiMarron drops her cigarette and steps on it. Call me sometime.
“I don’t have your number.”
I am pretty sure you are resourceful.

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More soon...

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