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[snowyleopard]

Hello, and welcome to the CS thread for Gossip Girl! There is no exact character sheet/form set in place so you are free to use whatever CS/form you want to use whether it is coded or not!

 

[snowyleopard]

• The Boy
• Gossip Girl

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  allen

  ;; winston

  
  full name ;; winston jade allen
  nicknames ;; win, winnie
  gender and pronouns ;; Transmasc, he/him
  age ;; 18
  sexuality ;; homoromantic homosexual
  
  height ;; 5'1"
  weight ;; 115 pounds
  hair ;; short, soft and fluffy. color varies since winston dyes his hair, usually some sort of mixture between a color and black.
  eyes ;; warm brown
  modifications ;; small wolf tattoo on right ankle , small tree tattoo on left wrist , also has a lip piercing, septum piercing, and ear piercings
  most distinct feature ;; has fang veneers
  
  likes ;; rain, staying up late, snow, meat, animals, winter in general, black and white movies, cookie dough, sweets
  dislikes ;; being disturbed, summer, hot weather in general, blueberries, getting up early, bugs, clowns, heights
  date of birth ;; august 12th
  zodiac ;; leo
  personality ;;
  the best word to describe winston is... spontaneous. he can go from sitting down and being calm to being up on his feet and he can easily keep someone on their toes. he's pretty easy to get along with if you can handle that sort of thing as well as his enthusiasm. boredom tends to set in very easily for winston, he is the kind of person who needs something to keep him occupied. winston tends to goof off and is more on the comical side of things, trying to make people laugh and smile. he is also ambiverted with no lean, he can be outgoing with others and other times he just wants to not talk and be left alone.
  
  secrets ;;
  - Has an OnlyFans. Better known as Callisto on OF.
  - Smoker of the leaf.
  - Has mega daddy issues.
  
  relationships ;;
  josiah -- josiah is winston's dealer. the best dealer! well... josiah is winston's only dealer. great guy, winston likes him.
  artemis -- bestiesss, they have so much power together omg. however, winston is unaware that artemis is working with gg on collecting information.
  
  headcanons ;;
  -messy ponytails are fashionable in his opinion
  - loves electroswing music
  - loves all animals
  - super clumsy.
  slap a bandaid on him
  - will bite you
  - he is not short; he is very tall thank you.
  - sweaters and hoodies are his friends
  - gloves and socks omg
  - soft fluffy hair 101
  - spontaneous clothing style
  - an absolute ball of chaos
  - loves cats
  

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  karter

  ;; tapioca

  
  full name ;; tapioca willow karter
  nicknames ;; tap
  gender and pronouns ;; Transfem, she/her
  age ;; 18
  sexuality ;; biromantic bisexual
  
  height ;; 5'10"
  weight ;; 139 pounds
  hair ;; reddish brown, long and straight, sometimes wavy
  eyes ;; bluish green
  modifications ;; ear piercings
  most distinct feature ;; wip
  
  likes ;; tea, animals, sugar cookies, parties, flowers, exposing people
  dislikes ;; coffee, soda, rain, cold, bugs
  date of birth ;; march 19th
  zodiac ;; pisces
  personality ;;
  later
  
  secrets ;;
  - Is Gossip Girl
  
  relationships ;;
  artemis -- artemis helps tapioca with gossip girl stuff. she'll retrieve information and find out what she can about the particular person that tapioca has her eyes on. artemis is a nice person, and tapioca likes her but it's only a matter of time before tapioca herself exposes artemis.
  
  headcanons ;;
  - she's here and she's ready to cause drama
  - don't be suspicious, don't be suspicious, don't be suspicious
  - look at her go running in heels
  - loves her a good challenge
  - will fight a bitch in the parking lot of an IHOP
  - used to the rain and cold but she hates it
  - cutely types on her laptop don't mind her
  - tol bean
  

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[bambino]

• meg
• sunny

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    margaret "meg" jeong

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    age

    18

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    gender

    cis female (she/her)

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    DOB

    october 10

    ❝

    You attack my heart!

    height

    5'5''

    weight

    140 lbs
  • psyche
    likes

    pulpy novels, the ocean, cinematography, summer, traveling

    dislikes

    cold weather, chapped lips, lowbudget movies, tall shoes, her brother

    fears

    losing her family's support, dogs

    tidbits

    love language

    acts of service

    secrets

    drug addiction, secret pregnancy

    persona —

    Meg is an absolute ray of sunshine, not because it's who she is but because it's who she's supposed to be. As a child actress she learned that a squeaky clean reputation is key, and the pressure to maintain that has continued throughout her life. After all, that Disney deal might still come someday, right? There are few chinks in her defense, her kind and bubbly demeanor lasting at all times--unless, of course, she's around her brother. Other than that, it's rare to see her break character. Really, Meg has the role of a lifetime in playing a normal teenager, and nobody can say she's less than a professional actress.
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    history —

    Margaret never even wanted to be an actress. It was her parents who got her into it. It was also her parents who got her on various drugs to boost her performance during childhood, making it easier for her to stay awake for long shoots and maintain a low weight. Unfortunately, her acting career came to an end after she hit puberty, and she now rarely gets roles--but the drug addiction stayed. In order to pay for continued use of such substances, she would sleep around, leading to her pregnancy. Meg carried the baby to term, taking a long sabbatical from school, and afterwards the child was sent to live with her grandparents. Meg was forced to return to school as if nothing had happened.
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    sunny jeong

    twin brother

    After coming out as trans, Sunny was kicked out of the Jeong household, and Meg didn't do anything to help--what could she do? Her brother was not understanding of this, and took to blackmailing her in order to get money for his transition. Needless to say, their relationship is strained.

    jacqueline rivera

    friend

    Meg sees everything she wants to be in Jackie. Being unapologetically sharp (though occasionally cruel) and completely herself is something Meg wishes she could do; She seems to almost live vicariously through Jackie in some ways. Whether their relationship is mutually beneficial or detrimental remains to be seen, but Meg doesn’t mind regardless; She’s happy to be her friend.

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    SJ

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    sunny jeong

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    age

    18

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    gender

    trans male (he/him)

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    DOB

    october 10

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    Boys will be bugs, right?

    height

    5'4''

    weight

    160lbs
  • psyche
    likes

    violin, winter, cozy socks, hair dye, road trips

    dislikes

    hot weather, reading, classic movies, flip flops, his sister

    fears

    losing his home again, sentient snowmen (he saw jack frost and hasn't been the same since)

    tidbits

    love language

    physical touch

    secrets

    sleeping with a teacher, more tba

    persona —

    Sunny comes off as pretty kind in the beginning, though he obviously has some rough edges. And he certainly can be kind, especially if he decides he's taken a liking to you; But there's another side to him, much harsher, that doesn't seem to care about who he hurts along the way as long as he gets what he wants. After essentially losing his family, it makes sense that Sunny would close off to the world, so while he loves to flirt and gossip with others, it's rare for him to let people in. Once he decides he's in it for the long haul, though, you've got a friend for life.
  • history
    history —

    Sunny knew from a young age that he was different, and when he was 16 and discovered the term transgender, he knew immediately that it fit him. His family was less certain of this; The moment he came out, he was kicked out of his home. He eventually found a friend to stay with, but from then on he saw his family as dead to him, including the sister he had seen as a best friend up until then. Sunny managed to get by with money from his sister--generously donated, he would say--and is slowly getting his life together.
  • misc
    meg jeong

    twin sister

    You know the story by now; Boy and girl are siblings, boy and girl fall out, boy blackmails girl for all she's worth.

    josiah baptiste

    close friend

    Make no mistake–Sunny doesn’t trust easily. But with the vulnerable manner in which their relationship began, maybe it makes sense that Josiah is one of the few people Sunny has actually managed to welcome into his life. He feels extremely grateful for Josiah and what he’s done for him, grateful enough to look the other way despite his worries at his friend’s constant drug use.

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[miyabi]

title

artist

josiah.

R

equisite.

name

josiah victorio baptiste

a.k.a.

josiah, jojo, J.V.

age

eighteen years old

hair c.

bleached, but naturally dark brown/black.

eye c.

dark brown.

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syche.

Pained by the burden of expectation; leaves fall and he falls with them, waves crash and he drowns, Josiah is anything but the extraordinary mind his family expects from him. Intelligence can only do so much, but it cannot protect one from the grief and anxiety that wraps around your throat. He feels it, suffocated by the world that his parents convinced him would keep him safe; in the constant shift of going forward, Josiah feels like he is at a stand still—days don't feel like days, days feel like an eternity that he cannot escape, and the thought was crippling. His indulgence in drugs doesn't help, a young man lost and rotting in his own void of selfishness; there isn't much fight left when you feel empty, little purpose leads to little need. Josiah doesn't *need* anything, nor does he *want* anything; the fact of the matter is, is that he is terribly empty—so much so that he can't figure out his own affections.

His heart beats, but at what cost—some days it's fast, some days are slow, on others he doesn't feel alive. And the cycle is ongoing, one he cannot escape (moreso that he will not make the effort to.)

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[demonology]

Valentine Volkov

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[Silvertongue]

BIG WIP for Leo
(nat done bar relationships)​

• Natalia
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    • name.

      Natalia Noélie Coulter
      

      nickname(s).

      Talia, Nat, Tally, Nell, Ellie.

      age.

      nineteen

      birthday.

      25th of December.

      gender.

      cis female.

      pronouns.

      she/her.

      sexuality.

      bisexual.

      grade.

      student, senior.

      occupation.

      student/social media influencer.

      location.

      Manhattan(?).

      face claim.

      Danna Paola.

      eye colour.

      dark brown.

      hair.

      shoulder-blade length, wavy, dark brown tresses. often worn loosely around her shoulders or in an updoo - straighened or curled depending on the day.

      height.

      5'7.

      weight.

      120lbs.

      style.

      fancy blouses, crisp pencil skirts, plaid skirts, stiletto heels, knee-high boots, high-heeled boots, black jeggings, short dresses, silk scarves, jewelled headbands, dangly earrings, colourful blazers, off-shoulder tops, jean jackets, expensive necklaces.
      
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    Natalia
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    Overview:
    Talia has fought to create an image of untouchable perfection; straight A student, a range of extracurriculars, a thriving social media account, top tier social connections, killer wardrobe, thrower of spectacular parties and not a single fight on her record.
    
    Natalia hides herself behind her hard glossy armour of expensive outfits, perfect hair, acidic comments, knowing smiles and coarse language. Building up a facade that no one can hurt her, that she doesn't care what people think of her even if she does. She's spent a lot of time being a follower of others, copying their examples and modelling herself in their image or the image they wanted her to be - so now she's somewhere different she's fighting to be herself and find out who exactly that is. She's loud and arrogant and someone who professes herself to just be honest but she can be cruel in her honesty, using blunt remarks to deflect the attention away from herself and onto whoever is the easiest target at that moment. She'd rather lie than be vulnerable and is reluctant to let people in emotionally, she has friends and people that she cares about but she doesn't want them to see anything she doesn't want them to see - anything that isn't the perfect facade. When it comes to the people she is close to she's loyal, will do what she can to help them and generous with her resources and time - she's not the best at touchy feely stuff but tries her best. If you come to her expecting a big speech and her to delicately dance around an issue then you'll find yourself disappointed but if you want someone to vent to? Someone to take you on a shopping spree or a trip to eat away your feelings she's your girl. She'll defend you to the depths of the earth and walk into hell beside you even if she isn't always the best at expressing that.
    
    She's smart and determined and will gladly put that to use to help the people she cares about, working at a problem until she solves it even if she gets stuck at it for a while - she's not one to give up. Natalia finds spite and stubbornness to be a powerful motivator. She's always resented being told no or that she can't or shouldn't do something and anything to that effect only increases her desire to do that thing more - it's her most immature quality and something she should work on but likely never will. It serves her well, even if her refusal to admit when she's wrong can annoy others or drive them away. She's also willing to hold a grudge, she lets it fester and grow until she feels the person has either made up for it or she feels she's gotten her own back on them. Usually that's harmless tricks, maybe some new gossip for the rumour mill - true or false and maybe it could go further than that. Although it's been a few years since she's come to blows with anyone outside of a training session. She has a hot temper that's lessened slightly although the burning in her chest remains. All of her anger, her rage, every betrayal, every time someone called her a bitch or a slut, every time someone made her choose between pieces of herself without letting her be whole, all of that flows through her. All of the rage and fear that she carries inside of her, that she fights to keep contained inside of her and bottled up and away from everyone around her, is heavy and she can feel herself crumbling under the weight of it all sometimes. She'll run on a treadmill until her lungs are burning and legs trembling, swim laps until she's dizzy with exhaustion and fake apathy until her hands are shaking and something in her is burning. Talia is self destructive and turns all of her anger inward instead of confiding in others and so she is a control freak to an unhealthy amount about her own life. She drinks but doesn't get drunk, although she has enough experience to act the part, avoids pills if she can help it and plans out her week in advance so she knows roughly what to expect. She'll run on a treadmill until her lungs are burning and legs trembling, swim laps until she's dizzy with exhaustion and fake apathy until her hands are shaking and something in her is burning. Talia is self destructive and turns all of her anger inward instead of confiding in others or risking losing control again. She's terrified of herself and she's terrified of losing control again.
    
    Underneath it all is a young girl who grew tired of repressing everything. Her early life was spent feeling like a doll with her actual thoughts, feelings, her fear and her anger all being pushed down until it festered and grew into something too hot and burning for her to control. She'd copy whoever seemed to like her, following the older girls examples of what to drink and how to dress and how to talk. Then she ruined all of it in a misguided attempt at protection that spiralled into destruction. Now she's trying to rebuild herself in the ashes and work out who she actually is when nobody else is around.
    

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    Natalia Noélie Coulter was raised a princess. She was given every little thing her heart desired, she was spoilt rotten. Her Mother was a diplomat who had to travel for work and in the aim of giving her stability Natalia moved with her Father to the United States so she could grow up there and be close to his extended family whilst her Mother stayed in France. Her Mother would send her gifts and write her letters that her Father would read to her and Natalia knew she was loved even if it was from a distance.
    
    She was the apple of her Father's eye, he'd sing songs to her and tell her stories of magic and adventure as he paraded her around their house on his shoulders.
    
    She'd laugh in delight and tell him that he was the best Dad in the world and he'd kiss her on the forehead and tell her she's the best daughter in the world.
    
    When they moved to the US Natalia at first was hesitant, she'd attended an international day school in France and spoke English at home so it wasn't as daunting as she'd feared but she missed her home and her Mother. But she was introduced to dozens of new people; grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins, business partners and new friends her own age.
    
    She was described to her Father as a delightful child by her teachers at school, charming by his family - it seemed to be agreed that she was the kind of child to get her cheeks pinched by well intentioned old ladies and paraded around proudly at family gatherings and the official dinner parties who's sole intention was to show just who had the best family and the most money. Natalia thrived in the spotlight, her lilting accent was seen as cute, her manners making her just so darling! and she was young enough for her confidence to be adorable over arrogant and her headstrong nature to be cute rather than unbecoming or obstinate. Her Father would bask in the praise her received and hold her up higher every time and she grew up in the warmth of his love.
    
    But sometimes their new home would feel just a little too empty; she'd be curled up in her room watching some children's movie or playing at being the heroic knight rescuing and defending her teddies from imagined foes as a banging resonated through the wall and the echoes of shouting made their way to her. Heated phone calls and muttered words making her turn the television up louder or attack her imagined foes with a louder battle cry than before. And she'd miss the sounds of the city outside now they were out in a large house in the middle of nowhere now it was just her and her Father.
    
    Eventually the shouting would stop and her Father would come into her room, murmur an apology and kiss her on the forehead - calling her his little princess.
    
    She strived to be everything he wanted her to be because she prefered the smile on his face at the dinner parties and soft kisses on her forehead to the empty house and echoed shouting.
    
    
    

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    As she grew older Natalia noticed that things started to change; smiles became strained as her confidence was called arrogance and her desire to be involved in the conversations of events lost it's charm. She'd be gently pulled aside by her Father or have a different voice intone about how children should be seen and not heard and Natalia learned how to be more of a decoration than a person. She'd smile sweetly, full of pretty comments when prompted and twirl around in delicate dresses then the guests would smile and she'd see her Father stand taller and prouder out of the corner of her eye.
    
    The thing was that she never noticed her cousin Gabriel, the closest to her in age, being told he was 'obstinate,' or 'bossy,' even though he was just as loud as she was and had worse manners than she had. Sometimes she wondered if it was because people knew what they were getting with him, his hair was always ruffled and his knees scrapped and his front tooth was chipped from when he fell out of a tree. She'd wanted to climb it too but her Grandmother had called her over to help her finish decorating the cakes for a party later that day. She'd broken her arm once, trying to climb out of her bedroom window and her elbows were often scraped but she supposed those weren't the type of thing you could easily see and were more often than not hidden behind layers of frilly dresses.
    
    Sometimes she saw the way everyone treated him and felt something in her twist and sour, the dresses would become stifling and sweaty and all she'd want more than anything was to go outside and run or swim in the pool or climb the gnarled and twisted oak that seemed to stretch on forever.
    Instead her smile became wider.
    
    When she was eleven she was called pretty for the first time, she'd been complimented before but it had all been cute or adorable or beautiful in the tone grandparents would use as they pinched your cheek, and it scared her.
    
    Her parents were hosting an elaborate dinner, her Mother claiming her Father needed to butter up some potential investors whilst her Father claimed it was to celebrate her Mother's arrival in the US. She was all dressed up, her Mother had done her hair in a fancy updoo and finally allowed her to use the barest bits of makeup and had dressed her up in a mini version of her own dress. She was the mini-hostess, her parents are complimented on how polite a daughter they had raised as she helped hand out the drinks and hors d’oeurves and she'd been getting a spring in her step with every compliment directed her parents way. Her parents were delighted, her Mother practically preening as her Father basked in the glow of each compliment. It was later on in the night when the alcohol had been flowing steadily and the dinner has started to wind down, cigars were being passed around and smoked and she tried to stop herself from coughing at the smoke.
    
    She'd been allowed to stay up and even though she couldn't follow the conversation she'd been proud she was deemed mature enough to take part. One of the men sat down beside her and he stunk of alcohol and smoke, she'd searched the room for her parents but her Father was gone and her Mother was engaged in conversation, she'd tried to remember her manners and smiled - the polite one her Mother had taught her for when you weren't happy but needed to make others happy.
    
    He smiled at her, it looked wrong and Nat clenched her fist in the ruffles of her dress. "You're such a pretty little girl." She felt like she'd been caught under a microscope as he placed a hand on her shoulder, her heart had been pounding as he shuffled closer and she'd felt like she was staring down into the eyes of a dragon as the fire crept closer and closer to bursting forth from him.
    
    But then her Father's drunken singing had echoed through the hallway, signalling his return and the man broke away - hurrying over to the bar to pour himself another drink.
    
    Natalia's shoulder felt like it burned and she walked over to her mother and feigned a yawn to excuse herself. Her Mother tucked a stray stand of hair behind her ear and stroked her cheek as she left and Nat managed to remember enough of her manners to stop herself from sprinting up the stairs to her bedroom.
    
    She ripped off the dress as soon as she could and got into a giraffe onesie her Grandfather had bought her, burrowing under the covers and a mound of blankets - her shoulder burned and she trembled even if wasn't entirely sure why.
    
    She'd thrown the dress away the next day and when asked she'd told her parents she'd simply outgrown it and promised herself she'd never let herself feel as scared as she had in that moment again.
    
    
    

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    When she was thirteen she punched someone for the first time, he'd called her a bitch as he tried to lift up her skirt as their teacher's back was turned - she had punched him in the nose and her knuckles burnt but it had felt good. She'd been surprised but pleased at the strength. The teacher however had decided to turn around at that moment, only seeing the punch and not what came before it. She was given a day's suspension and a mark on her permanent record and to Natalia it had been worth it. As they had waited outside the principal's office for their parents to pick them up he'd called her a bitch again but it was garbled through the blood running down and drying on his face and she found herself standing a little taller - in that moment being a bitch felt like it meant she had won. Natalia started to build her defences that day and ‘bitch’ was the first stone and jagged stone she could turn outwards and cut anyone who dared to try to use it against her.
    
    Her Father was the one who'd come to pick her up that day and his eyes had been shining with disappointment, “What happened to my sweet princess?” he had asked as he eyed the redness of her knuckles and the bloodied nose of the boy across from her. And Natalia had found herself wondering if he'd ever felt an inner rage like the one that had burned at her at his words.
    
    It was then as she'd gotten into the car and he'd spoken over her attempts to explain herself that she decided she hated being his princess, she hated how small the word made her feel. The princesses in the movies she'd grown up watching had been brave and fought for what they wanted, her Father had watched as she'd cheered them on and yet it doesn't feel like those are the images of princesses that he had held. He would say it and she'd feel like everything about her was reduced down to a single concept, a mould she was expected to fill; dependent and pretty and scared. It hadn't mattered that the punch was deserved or that she'd won the race earlier that day - it mattered that she had punched him and that wasn't something a lady - his little princess should do.
    
    Instead of apologising Natalia burned and her hands ached as the tightness of her white knuckled grip on her seatbelt increased by the second.
    
    She swore then that she'd learn how to throw a punch properly in case it ever happened again.
    
    After what she'd dubbed the busted-nose incident her Father continued to call her a princess, his princess but it slowly started to go from a term tinged with affection to one with sharp edges that tried to cut at her and a disappointed tone. She'd do something uncouth or avoid one of his work events in favour of staying in her room and he'd come to her after, murmuring softly as if he was showing her forgiveness, "You can do anything you want in this world Natalia," The words would be tender and soft but she hated them, "But you'll always be my little princess." And it would feel like a curse, the soft jokes and lullabies and stories started to give way to condescending comments and insults and lectures about how disappointed he was and how she needed to grow up and even the occasional argument that would leave her screaming and him still talking in an even tone about how despite everything she was his little princess and he just wished she'd grow up and behave. Despite the fact her misbehaviour was acting like more than a doll or a decoration, was fighting back when pushed and doing things that she wanted to do.
    
    Eventually her Father's protests and comments became as familiar as his praise was once and whilst her Mother tried to act as a sort of mediator Nat still saw her sigh and hear her murmured wish for her daughter to act like herself again as she was written up for fight after fight. Her Father started to take extended business trips, the gaps between his return growing longer and longer with each one but with each return brought more rules and comments that she'd break even if he wasn't around to see her break them. Her Mother was still busy with work and what had briefly been a full house returned to Natalia and the staff with her Mother popping in every few days and her Father every few weeks.
    
    When she was fourteen she started to go out with the older students and a select chosen few from her own grade; she thrived in a social environment where she could let loose and be herself, she learned what drinks she liked and didn't like and where the line was before she was drunk and often crossed it, everyone tended to get far too drunk for a group of teenagers with school the next day and would often wake up with a pounding head and a strong desire to skip lessons the next day. She'd pick her electives based on what she thought her Father would disapprove of or at least be ambivalent towards; performing arts, fashion studies, Spanish, debate, swimming, philosophy, marketing and digital media. She'd eyed up a few others but they all veered a bit too close to following in his footsteps. Her grades were passable but her Mother often commented that she could be doing better. She'd go on joyrides with seniors, skip class and be as loud and obnoxious as possible. Some of the senior girls had taken her under their wing and taught her how to use words as weapons inside of just her fists, she found that insults were the less painful option. Sometimes she'd still find herself burning though, especially when her Father visited - she'd find herself with a white knuckled grip on something as her hands trembled and she felt like she had all those years ago at a dinner party and sat opposite him in a car with bloodied knuckles. Those same seniors taught her how to keep her balance steady, even if she was drunk, so she could wear shoes with heels sharp enough to stab someone with - she doesn't ask them why.
    
    When she was sixteen she slept with Rachael Henstridge's boyfriend at Natalia's first self-hosted house party, she was a cheerleader and one of the girls who'd taken her for her first starbucks and taught her how to do her makeup - she was also someone that was blackout drunk at the party and who Nat had found herself valiantly trying to get some water into . Natalia had watched as he'd eyed Rachael and moved towards her, her stomach had twisted and she'd had the urge to punch something as she noticed the baggie in his pocket and the fact that she could have sworn Rachael only had two drinks. Instead she flashed him a winning smile and got him to focus his attention on her instead. Whilst they were together she stole some pills out of his bag and crashed hard on the couch downstairs after. She'd been cornered the next day in the hallway as Rachael screamed at her with tears in her eyes and calls her a slut and a bitch and a whore and the shouting escalated until they were all pulled away into a teacher's office. Natalia hadn't said a word but laughed as Rachael called her a slut and smiled at whore. It had hurt. But she wasn't going to let them know that.
    
    She slept with more people after and the words continued, Nat refused to let her cut her - she let whore and slut be the second stones of her walls. Then someone, one of many people she'd tried her best to ignore made a comment about her family, how she was a slut with daddy issues and god did Natalia regret venting to her in that moment, she'd launched herself across the room and punched her. She'd kept punching until the others pulled her off.
    
    Her Mother came to pick her up and told her that her Father had phoned, the school had phoned him despite Natalia begging them not to, saying how disappointed he was in her. She couldn't help but wonder if he knew that she was disappointed in him, that once he'd hung the moon and the stars as far as she was concerned and had been her world. Her knight in shining armour she could slay dragons alongside. And that now when she looked at him all she saw was a man. She couldn't bring herself to say that though and sat in silence until her Mother departed again for work, her knuckles ached and her lip was split and she just hurt. She was exhausted and ached and full of self loathing. It was then that she grabbed the pills she'd stolen from Rachael's boyfriend and took some; she'd felt how the drugs made her loose, made her woozy and made the room spin - she'd enjoyed it for a few hours, the buzz and how it felt like she'd drifted away - it numbed the anger burning in her veins and she felt at peace in a way she couldn't usually. She wasn't hurting anymore.
    
    It had been nice.
    
    She waited until it started to lose it's buzz and then she took a few more.
    
    Her Mother came home and distantly Natalia heard the sound of sirens.
    
    It was after that incident her Mother moved her to New York, citing it as an attempt - it hadn't been but her Mother was deaf to her protests. She'd been informed that her old school wasn't willing to welcome her back and her Mother had decided it would be good to get a change of scenery and the new school was far more prestigious than her former one. She hadn't questioned what strings were pulled for her to be accepted but it hadn't taken long for a letter to arrive in the mail thanking them for their generous donation. Her new school had been interesting. It was like her old one, full of rich bored teenagers with far too much of an easy access to drink and drugs. But Natalia at least tried for her Mother's sake to stay away from it; she threw herself into numerous clubs and electives and sports, filling her schedule with too many things to be tempted to seek that bliss again - channelling her anger into sports and a hyper-focus on grades and social reputation.
    
    Her Father still stayed away and Natalia decided she was better for it.
    
    She would still party but she tried to stick to her limit and mostly managed it and she felt the anger inside her lessen somewhat, it was still there smouldering like a poorly extinguished fire but she enjoyed being somewhere that no one knew her - she was just another rich bitch, acid on her tongue and designer clothes. She took great pains to keep up her appearance and even started getting her nails done in an attempt to give herself another reason to avoid fighting, it would be quite the waste to ruin something that looked so good. She settled into an easy rhythm and went through the years there, becoming more of an ice queen than a firebrand - even if sometimes she still found her hands trembling and a phantom burning inside of her. She'd host elaborate parties, adopted an adorable dog and gained quite the reputation for herself.
    
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      li yazhen / yasmine li.

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      seventeen (senior).

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      (closeted) bisexual.

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      november 11th.

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      xi'an, shaanxi, china.

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      han chinese.

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      american.

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      student.

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      auburn springs.

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      shoulder-length, straight, dark brown tresses. often done up in a messy bun.

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      5'3.

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    Overview: Li Yazhen (better known by her English name as Yasmine Li) is currently a senior at Auburn Springs Public High School, where she has cemented herself as the school's resident rich "ice princess." She has successfully created an image of untouchable perfection; straight A student, never involved in scandals, top tier social connections. It makes one question: just what's underneath this pristine layer of snowy polish?
    
    Vices: Cold, haughty, blunt, cynical
    Simply put, Yasmine isn't an easy person to interact with, or get to know. She's not the person you turn to to for small talk when you're waiting in the cafeteria lunch line, nor is she the person you ask for help on question 2 of last night's Calculus homework. (Even if she definitely has the answer). Perhaps it's a message, subtly ingrained in the way she carries herself: "don't talk to me, I'm not interested in your pathetic opinions." Whether or not she actually thinks this varies from person to person, but few ever bother to try melting her icy exterior to find out. Either way, Yasmine doesn't seem to mind her position in the social hierarchy, where her repute of being the distant loner should bring her into the peril of rumors and snarky remarks made by her peers, but instead only serve to elevate the shadowy throne she sits upon. Seemingly untouchable and unknowable. It doesn't exactly help that the (short) list of people who have interacted with her describe her as "haughty" and a little "stuck up." She's not bothered by these labels, dismissing those people as "too thin-skinned to ever amount to anything." Sure, it's a very judgmental (and arguably arrogant) viewpoint, but Yasmine is a realist at her core. If she doesn't like something, she won't be shy about voicing her opinions. And while these blunt, often harsh, truths are probably preferable to backtalking, they're not always socially acceptable. In truth, her icy mask and often rude quips are a defense mechanism against her social ineptness. Having grown up as a sheltered only child, the adjustment to a public high school hasn't exactly been an easy one, but if nobody tries to talk to her, they won't know how awkward she really is...right?
    
    Virtues: Logical, intelligent, strategic, practical.
    Yasmine is someone motivated by reason and rationality. Emotional influence inspires impulsiveness; something she absolutely despises. (Amongst other things, which include, but are not limited to uncalculated risks, uncertainty and the feeling of lacking control). She's highly driven and ambitious, often coming off as ruthless in the pursuit of her goals. For, once she sets her mind to something, she'll give her 110% effort into seeing it through. There is, however, a catch: she doesn't have a one track mind, and knows when it's time to quit. That isn't to say she'll stop trying to achieve her original goals; she's simply too smart to keep ploughing through in a manner she'd describe as "bull-headed." Instead, she'd take a step back, reassess her options, and reformulate a better plan.

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    Li Yazhen was born to Li Shujie and Zhang Keyin on November 11th, in the Chinese city of Xi'an, capital of the Shaanxi province. The couple worked there as petroleum engineers before relocating to the United States (when Yazhen was five), settling in the big city of Los Angeles, where they worked for the company ExxonMobil. L.A is where Yazhen (who adopted the English name of "Yasmine") spent the majority of her childhood and teenage years. She lived a relatively cushy (if somewhat sheltered) life, attending an all-girls private school from grades one to eight, as well as various extracurricular activities like ballet, chess and, most notably, piano. It was, to put it bluntly, very uneventful. Nevertheless, this was the time she was also the happiest and (while she has always been on the quieter side) most sociable. She was by no means popular, but there was a select group of friends she carved a place with. (Friends she still regularly talks to to this day).
    
    The summer of eighth grade is when everything went to hell. Her mother and father had always had a very strained relationship; dinner time chats could turn into petty arguments, and petty arguments into full-blown fights. (All within the span of a couple minutes). Despite all this, Yasmine simply figured it was normal. After all, no relationship was perfect, right? Surely everyone else's home life couldn't much more different? She was, regrettably, sorely mistaken.

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    Her father had an affair. It didn't last long (or so he claimed) and it really wasn't anything more than a typical office fling. In his own words, "just a shade above casual flirting." In typical cheater fashion, he claimed that Yasmine's mother would only ever be the woman for him, that he had made a mistake and that it was once, (only once) did their casual flirting turn intimate after a night of drinks and boring business talk. As much as her father begged for a second chance, her mother would not accept anything less than an agreement for a divorce. Full ownership of their main property and exclusive parenting rights Yasmine along with it. A valiant effort was put in on her father's part, but in the end (just like always) her mother had her way. Nothing more, nothing less. A grim victory indeed.
    
    The final nail in the coffin of her once peaceful life was when her mother made the executive decision to sell their house. Ever the pragmatist, their property's value had tripled since they first bought it in the early 2000s. Less than half of the money earned could be put towards a house much bigger in a slightly less expensive area, with the leftover being saved for Yasmine's college fund and other investments. As it always was with her mother, there was no room for discussion. And so, thirteen-year-old Yasmine packed her bags with a heavy heart, bid her friends a teary goodbye and jetted off to a town in the middle of nowhere.
    
    In actuality, Auburn Springs wasn't as bad she expected. Sure, it didn't compare to Los Angeles in the slightest, but not many cities (in the world at the large) did. It was a bit strange to always be living in a serene suburban neighborhood instead of close to a city center, where there was always the bustle of traffic and other city sounds that she'd grown to take comfort in. Auburn Springs, in Yasmine's mind can be summarized as two things: quiet and boring. Public town events were few and far in between --- not that she really wanted to attend them anyway, since she'd left all her friends back in California, but it had always been nice knowing there was at least something to do, somewhere to escape to when school became too stressful or the weekend too monotonous.
    
    The move triggered a bout of depression. Something akin to a permanent veneer of gray, wrapping her world in swaths of misery. There were days she could hardly muster the strength to get out of bed, and while those days were hard, she soldiered on. Never uttering a word of her true feelings to her mother, whom she slowly grew distant and slightly resentful towards. (It didn't matter anyway, she figured. Her mother wasn't exactly the understanding and sympathetic type and any advice she offered would probably be something along the lines of "get over it," or "blame your father.")
    So, Yasmine got very good at suppressing her emotions. Icing them over with a cold air of indifference. There were still times where she truly wanted to die; like on the first day of high school, when she sat alone in the crowded cafeteria, trying desperately to shove back the rising bile in her throat, but they too eventually faded. The void of nothingness in her heart froze over, making it whole once more.
    
    (Cold, but whole).

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    As the years wore on, Yasmine ploughed through them day by day. Week by week. She slowly grew accustomed to always being alone (even in her homelife, as her mother often picked up overtime hours for double pay). She wasn't interested in the petty high school politics, nor did she particularly care for the stupid rivalry her town had with their neighbor (whose name she never bothered to commit to memory). Instead, she chose to hyperfixate on a singular goal: return to Los Angeles.
    
    She planned it all out: achieve phenomenal grades in high school, get accepted to UCLA on a scholarship and leave the dull little town she'd called home for the past four years of her life. It was perfect. Flawless. Except for one thing: her mother would never approve. Life in the city had been expensive, why would she choose to send her daughter there, when there were perfectly adequate options closer to home? She'd said as much as Yasmine entered her senior year, oblivious to her daughter's carefully made plans.
    
    Nevertheless, Yasmine remained determined. Her mother always got her way, but it would not happen this time. Just this once. An act of defiance. Her first declaration of independence. Her scholarship would take care of her tuition, and she'd remained in contact with her father who, despite all her mother's attempts to cut off all communication with him, gladly agreed to give her a place to stay if she chose to attend UCLA.
    
    All that stood before her was one measly, uneventful year of high school.
    
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  Student/Artist/Cam Girl

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  Sevyn never keeps the same hairstyle for longer than a month; she's always trying out different colors, styles, lengths, etc. Her natural hair is dark brown and cut short to make laying her wigs a little easier.

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  Her eyes are dark brown, oval-shaped, and always framed by a fresh set of wispy eyelashes.

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  Sev is tall, slim, and has a fairly athletic build.

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  Sevyn's style jumps between street-wear, new wave, and avant-garde. This captivating unpredictability seamlessly mirrors her fearless personality. While some people probably think she's crazy for dressing the way she does, she simply sees herself as a trendsetter in the making.

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  Sevyn has a few tattoos here and there, a few of them which were done by herself, as well as several piercings on her ear lobes, nose, and belly-button.

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  She has a long, vertical scar on her left leg from a childhood incident involving a fence.

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    Confident

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    Loyal
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    Reckless

    Short-Tempered

    Messy | Disorganized

    Uninhibited

    Brutally Honest

    Scatterbrained
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    Painting | Graffiti

    Anime | Manga

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    Skateboarding

    Marvel Movies

    Alternative | Rap

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    Partying

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    Cold Weather

    Reading

    Her Step-Mom and Brother

    Authority

    Playing Sports

    Chocolate

    Tobacco
  • strengths

    She's a very talented artist and an independent person. Also confident and typically doesn't care what people think about her.

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    Her short temper gets her into a lot of trouble; she's always ready to solve a problem with her fists. It's like she's prone to trouble. Also has a history of depression and has started using drugs to cope.

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    She was raped by her older step-brother when she was 15, and had to abort his baby a few months after; Her parents assumed that she'd gotten pregnant by someone she knew from school. She's currently a cam girl, but tells everyone that she makes her money from selling her artwork, which isn't entirely false. Still tags buildings/areas around the city despite getting in trouble for it once before. Is a religious weed smoker, but has begun to dabble in other substances. Spent 2 years in an alternative school before moving to the current school district.

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    Elevators. Her step-brother. Death.
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  Most people who first meet Sevyn would initially describe her as the life of the party. A fun-loving, free-spirited girl with little inhibition, Sev knows how to have a good time, and definitely isn't afraid to do so. She's confident, spontaneous, extroverted... and maybe even a little reckless at times. She'll get along with just about anyone who's kind, and will absolutely love those who can keep up with her. Hang around her long enough and you'll also realize that Sev is much more than just a beautiful ball of chaotic energy. A true creative, Sevyn has been known to excel in the arts department, but generally puts more of her focus on painting and ceramics. She's also generous and fiercely loyal, and can always be counted on to stick up for her friends or even give them the shirt off her back if they really needed help.
  
  If you hang around longer, you'll eventually get a preview of Sevyn's more... unfavorable side. An impulsive person by nature, Sevyn often does and says things without completely thinking them through. Her brutal honesty can sometimes come across a lot more harsh than she originally intended. Also, having struggled with controlling her temper for the majority of her life, it's not unusual to find Sev in the middle of an altercation, whether it be verbal or physical. Sevyn is always prepared to throw hands and, in the past, has done so without hesitation. She also has a long history of being fairly messy/disorganized and scatterbrained.
  
• first stage of life

  Sevyn’s conception was the direct consequence of the negligence and irresponsibility of two teenage lovers. College Freshmen Myra and Charles had been dating each other for a little over four months when they received word that they were expecting, and despite being pressured by their friends and family to terminate the pregnancy, they decided that they would rather take on the responsibility of being teen parents. With the help of their families (after they finally accepted the inevitable), Myra and Charles had no issue caring for their newborn baby; whatever they needed help with, their community was always there to help support them. It took a village.
  
  Soon after the birth of his daughter, Charles found himself proposing to Myra, and the couple moved into an apartment complex not too far from their college campus. They arranged their schedules so that one parent could stay at home with Sevyn while the other attended classes. They both worked part-time jobs so that they could afford everything their parents and other family members weren’t providing. They made it work. For three whole years, they made it work. And then came graduation. And then came the constant arguing. And then came the infidelity.
  
  And then came the divorce.
  
  Being the child of divorcees wasn’t easy for Sevyn. For the next few years of her life, she practically lived out of a suitcase. Due to her parents’ shared custody agreement, she spent half of the year living with her father, and the other half with her mother. Sevyn didn’t mind it at first: she loved both of her parents dearly, and had eventually made friends on both sides of town. It wasn’t until her father remarried when she was 12 that everything started going to shit.

  second stage of life

  LaToya Greene was the woman who drove a wedge in between Sevyn’s parents and wrecked her happy family all those years ago, and obviously she just couldn’t help but come and finish the job. After rekindling their relationship for a few months, the pair announced their engagement at a “family dinner” that consisted of not only Sevyn and her father, but LaToya’s fifteen year old son as well. Less than a month later, the mother and son duo were moving their things into Sevyn’s home.
  
  Sevyn refused to call LaToya “mommy Toya” like she insisted, and barely acknowledged her new step-brother whenever they were in the same vicinity. It was around this time that Sevyn first began to get into trouble, which led to her spending a considerable amount of time in detention after school for talking back to the teachers, skipping class, and sometimes even fighting with her classmates. And after a stint with the law for vandalism as well as an unexpected pregnancy brought both her parents and the school board to their wits end, Sevyn found herself spending her first two years of high school in an Alternative school.
  
  Those two years were pretty much a blur for Sevyn, especially since she was high throughout most of it. She does, however, vividly remember the few times she got into fights with other girls over how she dressed. Weed helped calm Sevyn down considerably, as well as helped reduce her panic attacks. As a result, the school board deemed her ready to return back to the traditional public school system right before her Junior year; Since Sevyn had made the decision by then to live solely with her mother and her new, wealthy step-father, she wound up switching to a different school district.
  

  third stage of life

  When Sevyn was seventeen years old she began to experiment with other drugs, suddenly craving a more intense and long-lasting high that weed didn’t give her. And now, at age eighteen, she’s found herself to be quite dependent on a couple of these substances; 9 times out of 10, she’s high on something, but knows how to conduct herself when around her parents or certain authority figures in order to keep them from finding out. She’ll never consider herself an addict, simply because she can “stop whenever she wants.”
  
  As of now, Sevyn is simply living in the moment. She’s not really sure where the future will take her, nor does she really care… much to the dismay of her mother. All she’s ever really concerned about nowadays are the well-being of her friends, hustling to make enough money to score some drugs, and having a good time.
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    cis male. 19. bisexual.
    
    heir apparent to the arnoult-saint family. terrible and worse yet - and wealthy enough to make everybody pretend that he isn't. perfect in every way expect the ones in which he is not, he's got keys to both his dad's sports cars and the gate to destruction.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

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    MATERIAL GIIIRL.
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    

    
    
    
    

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    ↓ step over the withered flower path too long too long too long

    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

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    2 may, 2018

    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    

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    14 august, 2018

    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    misc.

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

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    26 february, 2018

    
    
    
    

    
    

    
    

    relationships maybe?.

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

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