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Realistic or Modern upper eastside (reboot) cs

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Melanin-Gxdess

Give up on your dreams and die.


**AUTHORS NOTE**
Because of my slacking and ill-preparedness, this sort of died before it got started. However, now that I have my shit together, I'm going to re-open this puppy up and hopefully receive better results than before.

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The Upper East Side. Manhattan, New York. Home of old money and classic New York sophistication. Unlike the loud, bustling streets of New York City, the Upper East Side is cool, calm, and collected; unhurried. You can take in the sights and everywhere you turn, walking down the streets you can observe the history, art, and the refined nature of the city. Unfortunately, the people that live in this peaceful city are anything but peaceful. Their lives are so busy whether they be businessmen, artists, models, fashion designers; they never seem to slow down. The only time it seems these rushed people are able to take a second is during the annual East Side Charity Ball. The ESCB is an event that has been thrown every year for the past 99 years by a mysterious person no one has met and this year marks 100. The IT people always show up, trying to out dress each other and outbid each other on different arts, jewelry, and even dates for the night. It'll be the most talked about event of the year. But this time, they won't be talking about it because of 'Who Wore It Best'. No, they'll be talking about this because this is where everyone's life changes. Everyone's deepest, darkest secrets will come to light and they will all be forced to live with those secrets out in the open. [div class=over]rules[/div]
[div class=num]1.[/div] Oy! Don't join then abandon me! I'll do a pulse check every Wednesday!

[div class=num]2.[/div] This is a Semi-Adv RP, which means no one liners. They make me cringe. At least a paragraph, pls.

[div class=num]3.[/div] If you have any questions, let me know!

[div class=num]4.[/div] Before you can reserve another character, you must first complete the one and it be accepted.

[div class=num]5.[/div] First come first served basis, meaning whoever completes their CS first and gets it accepted has that role. [div class=num]6.[/div] Before you are allowed a reserved, a written sample is required through PM's [div class=num]7.[/div] Once you are accepted, the Discord link will be given to you





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After your first role is accepted, you will be allowed to create a second!
Please remember to send a writing sample before creating a cs!
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Roles:
The Model: Elijah Brankovich ( madame moiselle madame moiselle )
The Fashion Designer: Ailyn Sheppard ( Melanin-Gxdess Melanin-Gxdess )
The Writer: Jordan B. Micheal ( Melanin-Gxdess Melanin-Gxdess )
The Painter: Elias Woodbrook ( spectro spectro )
The Photographer: Morgan Camichael ( logastellus logastellus )
The Businessman/Woman: Kortia Valentino ( AkuTheWolfOkami AkuTheWolfOkami )
The Real Estate Agent: King Chueakao ( MoxxyMoxx MoxxyMoxx )
The Singer: Lea Michele ( apolla apolla )
The Music Producer: reserved
The Actor/Actress: Poppy Minyard ( nymphadora. nymphadora. )
The Athlete: Odilon Corneille ( AkuTheWolfOkami AkuTheWolfOkami )
The Chef: Mikayla Waters ( MadiRaiCat MadiRaiCat )
(Any other roles you'd like to create please PM first so I can make sure it fits)

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nickname : eli (ee-lye) but he hates it
age : twenty-four
zodiac : scorpio
orientation : hetero
d.o.b : november 9th

p.o.b : moscow, russia
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height : six foot, three inches
weight : one-hundred ninety-two lbs
hair : murky, dark blonde, usually smoothed back
eyes : a myriad of bluish green with hazel specks
figure :
mesomorph, lean, athletic, broad-shouldered

tattoos
too many to count
style : i. ii. iii.
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growing up in a harsh, rough, shady environment has molded elijah into a very independent individual with a strong sense of self-preservation. true to his pessimistic nature, elijah is also very much a brooder; while some may prefer viewing the world through rose-tinted glasses, elijah would much rather slip on some dark shades and view the world for what it really was: cruel and unforgiving.

misunderstanding and and judgement were common themes in elijah's past. as a result, elijah is fiercely protective of himself and for the people he cares about; he will not hesitate to use his bluntness and sharp, cutting honesty to do exactly that. he has a zero-tolerance policy for bullshit, and has no problem with calling it out. he is often described as stoic and cold, with a sarcastic, cynical flair, and most people, with a few exceptions of course, wouldn't appreciate his dark sense of humour or his dry, sardonic wit.

elijah is harder to read than most people; to many, he is a seemingly unsolvable puzzle, an enigma with secrets hiding within the shadowy depths of his gaze. when it comes to the other hand though, it's a different story - his intuition of others is usually sharp and accurate, and reading people can come as easily as breathing.

one of elijah's vices is his lack of patience, and with that, can come a nasty temper. elijah can also be very stubborn and painstakingly straight-forward- and once he makes up his mind, there is no changing it. in terms of virtues, elijah is a very sacrificing individual, especially when it comes to the people in his life. he is also fearless and very individualistic, with tremendous determination and drive.

and despite the harsh, derisive front he keeps putting on, there is a softer side to elijah. this side is much more down-to-earth and playful, with a mischievous and rather rebellious streak. being passionate and honest, elijah has no fear when it comes to facing challenges, and never backs down from a fight.

and so, elijah is more than just a pretty face you see on the covers of magazines - beneath the perfect good looks is a not-so-perfect person with a life-altering past an even more life-altering secret.
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If one had the opportunity to describe elijah's childhood, words like cheerful, carefree, and innocent would be the last things on the list. in fact, one could say that a happy, go-lucky, normal childhood really never existed for elijah.

growing up in the Big Apple was never easy; the New York City elijah knew for most of his younger years was not the modern, metropolitan sophisticate image the city attempted to attach itself to - his world was not the majestically built cosmopolitan towers lining 5th Avenue, or the elegant streets and cafes that would edge Wall Street or Broadway. His world was made up of crumbling, brown-bricked apartments and grim, run-down, shady suburban neighborhoods with trash that lined the streets running almost as rampant as the crime rate.

it definitely was not much, but it was home.

and what was home exactly, you might ask? well, for elijah, it was a small white condo pressed in between other, desolate houses on a street that was never fully made, with an abusive drug addict for a father and a ghost for a mother, who had only managed to stay seven sorry years of elijah's life before she passed.

elijah, however, was not alone in his struggles; he shared his joys and sorrows of childhood with his sister, katya, who was younger by three years. they were inseparable as kids and did everything together. when their mother died, it was elijah who taught katya her very first bicycle lesson, who taught her to climb her first tree, who taught her to read her very first book. they had looked out and cared for one another, unlike their father, who, at the time, was always too busy shooting himself up with his fellow drug addicts to forget the pain of losing his wife to care much about taking care of the children she left behind.

it was a sad reality; elijah would often resort to telling heartlifting tales of their kindhearted, beautiful mother to his sister, creating a character of sorts from taking bits and pieces of what he remembered to comfort not only her, but himself as well. for the next few years, their childhood was left relatively untouched, the two siblings often left to their own devices by playing on the streets with the other neighborhood kids, avoiding their father as much as they could. it wouldn't be until elijah hit the age of fourteen where his life would take a drastic turn for the worse.

because it was at the age of fourteen that elijah would join a gang.

it wasn't much, at first. the gang was mostly made up of rough, ragtag youths that spent most of their time disturbing the peace with occasional counts of vandalism and loud, verbal harassment. and for a while, elijah, who was more or less happy to finally have some type of male rolemodels to look up to, thought that was all it was going to be.

but of course, it wasn't.

it was only the beginning of the end.
after years of being starved of fatherly love and attention, elijah took this opportunity and made this gang the family of older brotherly figureheads that he never had. he began to take the time he spent at home with his sister and spent it on the streets, integrating himself almost fully with the mafia culture that prevailed so heavily on the streets of New York.


for the longest time, tattoos, petty theft, drink and drugs were a constant in elijah's reality. he had the street status, the street smarts, and the stolen goods to prove it, even though most of what he stole would go to his younger sister. it never really occurred to elijah that the higher you go, the harder the fall; and on elijah's seventeenth year, his fall from grace was a long, and hard one; and it all started with a car accident.

it was a night like any other. elijah was on the run, speeding across the crumbled streets of Southside Bronx, trying to avoid the nightly traffic at three in the morning, an angry police car on his tail. the plan had been a simple one; meet up at their usual spot, grab the cash, and run for the heavens. elijah knew the plan, and he knew he could make it. he pressed the gas pedal, tightened his grip on the steering wheel, pushing the vehicle as far as it could go. the telltale siren began to fade away, and elijah began to relax. he glanced back to check.



and that's all it took.



the accident was a brutal one.
elijah had woken up in the hospital only to discover that he had been in a coma for months and was diagnosed with a severe case of anterograde amnesia. his sister had left him a note that told him all he needed to know: she had left the city, and that a certain 'someone' was planning to see him as well, with an offer that could change his life forever. elijah soon came to discover that this certain 'someone' came in the form of a CEO of a lucrative clothing brand company who elijah knew had a powerful influence and roots over the New York crime underworld. this CEO told him that he had come in honour of a certain favour he owed to elijah's mother due to her enormous modeling contribution to his business in the past, and because of that, he had been keeping a close eye on elijah and his sister for a very long time. as it turns out, elijah had matured to be exactly what the CEO was looking for, and as a result, he was willing to offer elijah a once-in-a-lifetime chance to 'wipe away clean the slate', especially considering after what he did.


becoming the face of the Crimson Rose Ltd.





did elijah really have a choice?

no, he really didn't, and despite the fact that elijah could see straight through all the little white lies and knew that this man only saw him as a potential money-making machine, he did not have the luxury to deny such an offer. he had nothing left - his sister had left him to deal with her own alcoholic problems, his father was nowhere to be found, and if he denied this, he knew that the CEO would have no qualms making everyone close to him pay as much as he did.



and so on his eighteenth birthday, he begrudgingly signed a contract that in just the span of five short years, made him the face of a multi-million dollar clothing brand company - or, as elijah would say, just another pretty face on the face of a magazine to escape a past he can't even remember. [/div][/div][div class="pantonecap"][div class="trademark2"][/div][/div] [div class="pantonesubheader"]history[/div] [/div] [/div][/div] [/div][/div][/div]
 
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The Broken Crown
Full Name: King Sirichai Chueakao
Aliases: King Sirichai Amudee, Ginger
Nicknames: King, Ginger
Age: 25
Role: The Painter
Gender: Cisgender Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Ethnicity: Thai
Nationality: American

FC: NCT Ten
Height: 5'6
Weight: 110lbs
Any distinguishing marks?: Small stick and poke crown tattoo on his wrist

Personality:
King is controlled by his grandparents so he isn't allowed to express his actual self. He is kind, creative, naïve at times, blindly hopeful, shy and prone to deep sadness. He is very smart, having practically educated himself, is well-versed in politics and religion and hopes to not be noticed for who he is. He is anxious all the time and is afraid of what his grandparents would do if he revealed who he is. He is quite sarcastic, blunt and very funny. He just wishes he isn't stuck into a monotone slave-like position where he can't be who he actually is, speaking in one word answers and being boring as to not draw attention to himself.

Bio:
King was born out of wedlock to a poor teen girl named Aim. Her parents were ashamed of her for getting pregnant at a young age especially with their high social standing. After he was born they sent their only child away to a fancy school in Sweden. They hired midwives, nannies and private tutors to raise the child in secrecy as they weren't mean enough to leave the child to rot.

King was told about the arrangement at 9 years old and why he wasn't allowed to have a normal childhood like the people he read about. He was upset that he didn't know who his parents were and so he just went about his life, stuck in his family home with maids, butlers, everything he could hope for whenever he wanted. He hated it.

He started sneaking out of the house at 15. He used this time to go skateboarding, paint scenery and talk to normal people. He helped himself become a normal person even in the upper east side where anything improper brands you as a bad person. He knew not to use his actual name so he used a fake first name and a surname he saw in the paper. He dreamed of normality.

Painting became an escape. Skateboarding and talking to people was becoming dangerous so painting was his way of distracting himself from his situation. It wasn't until his grandparents caught him did he realise that he had made a mistake. He thought they'd be angry but surprisingly they weren't. Instead they saw it as a chance for him to enter the world. He was known from the age of 17 as the silent artist Ginger, the translation of his Thai nickname, King. He was given professional lessons in the arts and his family began to sell his work for him. They told him that this was the way it had to be. They were still ashamed of their daughter whom by now was no where. He didn't know who she was, only pictures of Aim Duanphen Chueakao in her youth existed. She would've been in her early thirties so how she aged would be different to the photos. Once he painted a portrait of her and they didn't sell it saying it was giving away his identity. He then realised he had no choice but to remain hidden.

Eventually the name Ginger reached a wider audience and he had an exhibition called let it flow. An appearance had to be made so they dressed him in all black with a hat, mask and cloak. They gave him heeled shoes in order to make him appear taller so no one would notice who he was.

More and more events like this came up. His grandparents spent lots of his money making him look mysterious. Now he gets to go to an event without a mask. He had been made a shareholder in his grandfather's company and so he is going to the charity ball as an ambassador and as his grandmother's nephew not grandson, using once again a different name, his grandmother's surname, Amudee.

Family:
Grandfather - Mean Paitoon Chueakao
Grandmother - Plan Karawek Amudee
Mother - Aim Duanphen Chueakao
Father - Unknown.
Relationships: TBD
Extra: No one at the party knows who King really is or who Ginger is.
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ROLE • Unknown. Perhaps new role?

NAME • رضا‎ المطيري (anglicized Reza Al-Mutairi, prn. RAY-sa AHL-moot-air-ee.)

FACECLAIM • Ahmed El Sayed.

GENDER • Cismale, he/him/his pronouns.

AGE • 24, going on 25.

ZODIAC • Libra.

DATE OF BIRTH • November 1st, 1995.

ETHNICITY • Mostly of Egyptian and Moroccan descent, there is a bit of Pakistani, Saudi and Syrian in his blood.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION • He has not publicly made any sort of statement about his sexuality though there are some assumptions. He prefers to remain unlabeled, one minute he is strictly attracted to women, the next he is eyeing up another man - most times he couldn't care less. If there is a heart to be played with and broken he's the one to do so.

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION • Lithromantic. Somebody who is lithromantic can feel romantic attraction towards others and also enjoy being in romantic relationships but only in theory. They do not need the affection to be reciprocated, and as such do not usually feel compelled to seek out a relationship with someone they are interested in. Some lithromantics may also stop feeling their romantic attraction once in a relationship. Reza, unfortunately, is usually the latter case. He enjoys playing the game and he plays it for as long as he can.

MARITAL STATUS • Separated but not legally divorced. Reza is currently married to the daughter of a Spanish winery tycoon named Ballencia Maria Rubio-Cavellero, with whom he got in with as moreso a business transaction than love when he was twenty-one years old. The separation was considered mutual. There is no ill-will beared on both ends and while status still matters they remain married.


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HEIGHT • 6', or 182 cms.

WEIGHT • 170 lbs., or approximately 77 kg.

EYE COLOR • A bright, almost sparkling sky blue, ringed on the outside with a deeper ocean blue.

HAIR COLOR • Fluctuates between dark brown and black depending on how much sun he is getting, and he gets a lot of it.

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INTERESTS • Urban exploration, unique fashion, skydiving, bodybuilding, yoga, casual photography, film festivals.

DISINTERESTS • Wine tasting, staying indoors, popular music, cold climates, interacting with brash individuals, clubbing/club environments, people that don't play hard-to-get.

POSITIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS • Debonair - Cultured - Exciting - Optimistic - Popular - Romantic.

NEGATIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS • Snobbish - Decadent - Disobedient - Money-minded - Crafty - Unconcerned.


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• Has horrible eyesight, he is almost always wearing some type of round, thin frame designer glasses or prescription sunglasses. When he isn't he opts for clear contacts - this usually only happens if he is doing something particularly daring.

• Has a strictly designer style. In formal and business settings, his wardrobe is mainly composed of black and white Armani suits. His natural style can best be described as "Gucci clearance rack" - styles that were underwhelming sells or that everybody else just doesn't want to wear due to daring colors and/or patterns.

• His button-up shirts in particular are usually only worn half-buttoned or unbuttoned completely (as displayed in all three images in this CS).

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Name:
Elias Woodbrook

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Age:
24

FC:
Bill Skarsgard

Role:
The Painter

Age:
24

Height:
6'3''

Weight:
198lbs

Personality:
Elias has a very up and down disposition. He can go from being calm and collected to shut off and sad in minutes. He is a very closed person, and only lets a select few truly see his real identity. Being a painter, he constantly worries that he isn't good enough or that he'll fail or fall. He feels as though he has to keep up the persona of a cool, edgy artist; but that isn't who he is. To the few who truly see him, he has a dry sense of humour but he finds little things funny. He revels in the happiness of others, even if it's just a smile. He's calm and creative and always has a shoulder to cry on. Although he can't really give good advice, he is great at listening, often because it gives him a reason to forget about his own problems. Elias is a very troubled man. He almost feels as if he's still a kid; like he'll never grow up. When he's out and about; he disguises this with nonchalance and 'coolness' when in reality he's just trying to put on a brave face so that he doesn't break down or scream. When he sets his mind to it, Elias can be very productive. He has a lot of creativity built up that he sometimes feels he can't express. He worries a lot about his legacy and if he'll ever be content or in love. He finds it hard to be alone because he is constantly worrying and stressing that things will go wrong. Elias isn't much of a party person, but he attends functions and galleries for the sake of his reputation and friendships. If he allows himself to have fun, he almost always ends up having a good time, but he is usually found in the corner feeling less than adequate and contemplating life.

Likes:
- Oil Paint
- Documentaries
- Timber Furniture
- Sparkling Water
- Windy Days

Dislikes:
- Alcohol
- Hospitals
- Travelling
- Sunshine
- Fast Food

Bio:
Elias was born and raised in New York. He had always been interested in art, considering his Mother was a potter, and so he often experimented with paints that were laying around in their tiny apartment. His Mother was a very contemplative soul, much like her son. She was often worrying. However, she dealt with her own thoughts through working and moving and doing anything she could. She made piles and piles of ceramic pieces and wrote letters to her friends and made her own clothing. She was a very erratic person, and not very attentive to her son. Elias soon learnt that he had to look after himself. He had to do his own thing to survive. By the age of eleven, he was making his own food and washing his own clothes. He was a skinny, lanky, quiet kid and so in the early years of high school, he wasn't treated very well. He had a few friends, but even those lost touch after graduation due to Elias' lack of interest. Elias left high school wanting to pursue a career in art history, but that soon faded when he decided to stay at home; not wanting to leave. He got a job in a book store and moved out of his Mother's apartment. He started painting more and more when he had his own place. Much like his mother, his apartment became full of his work. He decided to ask the owner of the book store if he could hang a piece in the shop, and the guy loved it! Elias soon had commission after commission and no longer needed to work at the store. He quit his job, set up a website and hired an accountant. He really felt as though he was becoming a real artist. It was around this time that he met who he sees to be the love of his life; Angel Sanico. They connected online through a mutual respect of each other's art work. They met for a cup of coffee and the rest is history. Literally. They shared an unbelievably happy one year and six months together before Elias spiralled once more, when his Mother passed away. They had never really been close, and that thought haunted him. He watched as all of her ceramic pieces were thrown onto the street; no use for them. He took a small vase in commemoration, but started to wonder what would happen to his work if he died. He wallowed in his sorrow and no matter how much Angel tried, she couldn't reach him. Much to her own heartbreak, she left him and went back home to California. Elias was at rock bottom. He began to worry more and paint less. His days were taken up by sadness and regret. His bank account was hitting rock bottom and so he had to force himself to complete commissions again.

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Although not diagnosed, Elias suffers from manic depression. His Mother was the same.



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Lieutenant Junior Grade Kortia Deneka Valentino











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Name: Kortia Deneka Valentino

Age: 27

June 29

Crabby Cancer

The Businesswoman



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Face-Claim: Tia Valentine

Height: 5'3" /160cm

Weight: 115lbs /52 kg

Body-Type: petite/Ectomorphic (but toned)

Hair Color: Dark brown (but usually has color in it that fall under code)

Hair Style: usually curly and out, but varies out of code, but in code in a neat bun.

Eye Color: Hazel Green

Distinguishing Features: Piercings all over her ears and a navel piercing, but she doesn't wear them in code.












Life was never intended to be easy for the Valentino family. Manuel Valentino, Kortia's grandfather, was born and raised in Havana, Cuba. As a child Manuel spent most of his days scraping food together for his family. During the Cuban Missile Crisis, his mother sent him on a raft to get to the United states when was only 12. There he would join one of his Aunts before eventually gaining permanent residency. He'd take up baseball in High School and earn a baseball scholarship to the University of Miami. He excelled at baseball but something compelled him to protect the country that helped him escape his poverty so he opted to join the Navy. While in the Navy, Manuel would work his way up to Read Admiral Lower Half (1 star Admiral) before retiring at age 48. During this time he married an Afro-Cuban woman and had two children. After his Military career he went to private defense consulting before building a multi billion dollar empire.



This passed on to his eldest son, Captain Roberto "Bobby" Juan Valentino, who would join the Navy like his father eventually becoming a Navy SEAL. After several successful missions, included planned joint operations, Roberto would work his way to Captain leaving the active field and instead commanding special operations fleets. During this time he would marry a black woman that he had met in High School. Despite his father's insistence that he marry someone in his class, he married the woman anyway. She was a biochemist and a very successful one at that, even if her 250k salary wasn't up to the billion dollar standards of Manuel, They would also have their own children, before he eventually took his father's place and ran the company.



One of those Children was Kortia. Kortia was born along side her elder brother, Jayceon but was raised completely different than he was (she had another elder brother but he was the family screw up.) While he was groomed to run the business and become a SEAL, following the tradition of the patriarchs, Kortia was sheltered and raised 'girly' to become a wife. Part of that was to follow the archaic ideology of marrying her off to build a business relationship, the other was to learn how to deal with businesses like a woman. Her eldest brother would eventually go the University of Miami like his father before him before heading off to the Navy when Kortia was merely 15 years old. It would only be two years later when herbrother would be MIA.



Though his body was never found, they didn't tell the family much and they did their best to move on to groom their next eldest to take over the business. The military for him was a lost cause. Unbeknownst to them, Kortia had begun training in her free time preparing herself to become a Navy SEAL like her brother before her. When her elder brother began battling drugs, they began to groom Kortia to take over the business. Excited to finally send her off to the University of Miami as was the tradition in the family, they said their good byes. What they didn't know was though the young woman earned a full academic scholarship for her merit, she also jointed the Navy ROTC. They didn't learn this, or perhaps they didn't' care to learn this, until she left for Officer Candidate School. Eventually she'd become a SEAL Sniper and take on many successful missions like her brother before her, all while learning the ins and outs of the business from her father in the meanwhile. She just returned to home in the Upper East Side on an extended leave. She had been on so many missions back to back, that command had given her a very long leave.





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"My family means everything to me. They're the reason I even joined the SEALs. I wanted to keep our family's name clean and in good standing. I wanted to show that the Valentinos are not to be messed with. I wanted to show my late brother he will be missed...that he was my hero."

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Goofy, might be the best way to describe Tia. She always tends to go out her way to make sure that everyone in the room is smiling. It was her nature, as evident in the several programs she started for underprivileged students and others in the area. She even started an after school program for kids that focused on games and laughter to help them learn. She has a bad habit of sacrificing herself and well-being for family, tending to lose sight of her own goals to ensure that her family is taken care of. That loyalty is as big as an asset as it is hindrance for the hard worker who would love nothing more to sip Starbucks and help kids the rest of her life.

She's very into her appearance, opting to spend most of her money on clothes and makeup as she was raised to do so by her mother. When it comes to her friends she seems to be loyal to a flaw, and a tad bit gullible with and often gets betrayed because of it. She has a heart of gold and likes to volunteer at animal shelters and gets really sad being away from her dogs and guinea pig. Despite all of this cuteness and kindness, once you are on her bad side she had a terrible habit of holding a grudge until her deathbed. She won't stab you in the back but she won't do anything help you in the process.














 
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Background
Born in Baton Rouge, Lousiana Odilon wasn't expected to be the next Bill Gates. Expectations always seemed low for those making there way from the smaller town, not because they weren't capable but because a lot of the people were complacent. It was no difference for Odi whose mother seemed satisfied with banking on his athleticism to get him out. As selfish as it seemed, she meant well though curbing her son's curiosity into sciences was probably not the best way to go.

Even at a young age Odilon seemed to take interest in mixing different things in the house (even causing a mini explosion at one point) but his natural affinity for sports helped him excel at basketball, baseball and football. He'd continue to grow up deep into sports, while exploring his curiosity for chemistry at school or when his mother wasn't in the house.

Besides his dad not being around a lot (he wasn't an absent dad he just moved to take an oil rig job to support his family) there was nothing too out of the ordinary in his life. As he got older his mother started to press him more into sports and he got to spend less time with his passion. It wasn't until a sit down with his elder brother that he then started to fall in love with football, becoming a 4 star prospect in the meanwhile before taking a scholarship offer from the school in the same city, Louisiana State University. There he'd find his way back to this passion in Chemical Engineering and having a very successful career at LSU before becoming a first round pick for the New York Giants after his Junior season, though he went back and finished his degree in the off seasons.

He spent a couple of years in the NFL and is having a very successful career.


Persona
Emotional fireball who tends to overreact to things. He seems to be extremely sensitive, letting things get to him that probably shouldn't. Though his sensitivity serves him well as he tends to be an empath, and knows how to treat someone well or help them feel better. The caveat is between his anger outbursts and narcissism, there's a lot of times as he uses his empathetic nature to manipulate the people who are around him. Other than that he is usually very sweet and goofy, who likes to read and perform experiments using his Chemical Engineering degree in the offseason taking on jobs in his career path. He's been called a pretty boy, though that might be accurate.


Appearance
Blessed with the body of Adonis, Odi seemed to have won the genetic lottery. A thick healthy bear sits on his face and healthy long hair on his head (though it is dyed and styled.) His eyes are a dark oak brown that flirts with being the color white, and his skin is a chestnut color that was a bit darker when he lived in his Louisiana but since being in New York has lightened up a bit. He isn't the tallest, there is some debate between his height as his doctors have measured him at 5'11 but NFL physicians have him at 6'0. He is extremely well sculpted, as if a chiseled statue of Adonis himself. His body is covered in tattoos, and is ears are pierced. He is very fashion forward and tends to experiment a bit with his fashion choices.


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Odilon Corneille Beckham Jr.
OBJ, Odi
age
26
birthday/zodiac
oct lucky libra
gender/sexuality
cis-het
role
The Athlete
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faceclaim
Odell Beckham Jr.
hair
usually big, blonde, and curly with sides faded
eyes
Dark Oak Brown
ethnicity
Black
skin-tone
Chestnut
body type
mesomorph toned and and muscular
height
6'0
weight
199 lba
mods
piercing in each each ear,


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"Somewhere back down where I came from..."




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Mini Bio
From Baton Rouge
Graduated from LSU with a BS in Chemical Engineering
Used money in rookie contract to invest in a business and now has a networth of 120 million.




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McKenna has shown that she's determined to get her way from a young age. She's stubborn as a mule, a trait she inherited from her mother. It can be both a blessing and a curse, depending on the situation and how you look at it. She's not afraid to stand up for what she believes is right, and on that note, hates to be wrong. Apologizing is hard for her.

Kenna is also a pretty proud person; she hates asking for help. She'd rather do things on her own, despite all the help she had from her parents through her younger years. Impulsive and impatient, she can quickly rub people the wrong way. If they take the chance to get to know her, they'd see that she's passionate and bright, and loves to laugh.

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McKenna Natasha Kelley was born to a wealthy set of parents, Clyde and Heather. Clyde was a top shot lawyer who produced music on the side; he was never home. On the rare occasion he was, however, it quickly became evident that he was not the pants wearer in his relationship. Heather was a born and bred socialite who'd never had to work for a thing in her life. She'd chosen to be a model, which brought her in good money over the years.

Kenna took voice and dance lessons as a child, along with countless other things that she'd try for a few weeks and grow bored of. Dancing and singing were the two things that stuck. She was used to a world where everyone knew who she was, and knew who her parents were, and didn't bother trying to get in her way.

And then they lost it all.

Thanks to a few bad investments, their money was gone. Heather was pissed; she would never truly forgive Clyde for messing up that bad. But Heather wasn't a total idiot-- she'd saved some, away from her shared accounts with her husband, and she took Kenna and left Clyde. In a new place, no one knew who Kenna was, and though she was talented, so were others.

Still, she wouldn't give up. She succeeded in being the soloist every year throughout high school, and then went to a hard to get into arts college. Things were tough there, but she ended up being discovered her second year, whisked away into a life of fame.
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Kristina glanced over her shoulder as she and her older brother walked towards their house, narrowing her eyes at anyone who stared back. "Show's over, already!" She yelled at a few of them, her steps never faltering. Upon reaching their front porch, she looked down at Lucky, confusion etched on her gaze. "Don't 'huh' me, you heard what I said."

Crossing her arms over her chest, she inspected one set of nails. The manicure she'd given herself was starting to chip; she'd have to sit down tonight and repaint. "I'm thinking blue... or red. What do you think?" She held out her nails for her brother to look at, noticing immediately that something wasn't right. "Luck?" She tilted her head to the side, but he was already pushing himself up and bolting into the house. "Luck?!" She called after him, but he didn't stop.

She stood there for a few minutes, wondering what he'd realized that she'd missed out on. She didn't have to wait long before he reappeared, face flushed and eyes bloodshot and shining with angry tears.

"He robbed us, big this time. He took what I had saved for school and winter. We're fucked."

"What?" Kris blinked a few times, staring at Lucky, willing the words her brother uttered to mean something other than what she thought. "You're fucking kidding me." Her own cheeks flushed with anger, and she looked around, as if their deadbeat father were still around, watching them. But no... he was probably long gone, already flushing that money down the drain with drugs, alcohol, and sex. "That fucker! How did he...?" She began putting the pieces together, and her face grew darker.

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Name: Mikayla Waters
Nickname: Mika (pronounced "Mee-kah")
Age: 24
Gender: Cis-Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
D.O.B.: September 19th
Zodiac sign: Virgo
P.O.B.: Chicago, IL
Role: Chef

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Face Claim: Cassadee Pope
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Brunette
Height/Weight: 5'4" (163 cm) / 128 lbs (58 kg)
Body Type: Slim, but toned
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: x | x | x
Style: x | x | x | x

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The room vibrated with such intensity that the dark-haired woman ducking behind the bar to grab a clean glass could feel it in her sternum. “Hurry up, bar wench, your tip is fading,” a gruff man clad in too much leather shouted from his place on an old wooden stool across the bar. He slurred his words and had a dazed glint in his eyes, sure signs of intoxication.

The woman rolled her eyes and bit her lip, forcing down any sharp comment wishing to come out. She wasn’t the type to take shit from people. But rent was due in a few days, and she needed all the tips she could get to make ends meet.

So, instead of commenting on the man’s pathetic lack of ability to hold his alcohol, she simply stood and filled the pilsner glass with a beautiful pale amber-colored liquid from the draft. Without a second thought, the bartender whipped around and slid the glass of beer down the bar to the man’s waiting hand without spilling a single drop. The drunk man happily took the ale, leaving the bar to rejoin his friends at a nearby billiards table.

The bartender leaned against the bar back, tilting her chin to her chest as she finally had a few seconds to rest for the first time since she had arrived nearly five hours earlier.

On Tap, the most popular hole-in-the-wall bar in the west side of Woodvale, Georgia, was nearly always busy. Local college students, nine-to-five workaholics, and local low-lifes alike congregated in the bar to grab a drink after a long, laborious day. With a happy hour that ran from 5:30 pm to the bar’s closing time at 2:00 am seven days a week, most people couldn’t say no to getting drunk on dollar drafts or six buck signature cocktails every night.

“Liliana, Lily, Tiger Lily, are you in there?” the bartender heard, her chocolate brown eyes widening as she realized she had been lost in her own thoughts for a bit too long. Quickly looking up, she scanned the bar for new customers or old ones that needed a new drink.

Her eyes followed the old-fashioned glass as it slid down the bar into the hand of an older balding man in a navy two-piece suit. Lily recognized him as one of her regulars, Mr. Townsend, a partner at the local law firm that specialized in self-defense and car accidents.

Lily offered him an apologetic smile and small wave. He nodded at her, and Lily knew he was accepting her apology even though his face held a stoic expression. Mr. Townsend raised his glass in appreciation at the person behind her, before venturing back to his table in the corner near a TV showing some sort of sport’s game on it.

Lily immediately spun around to where she had heard her name called from earlier. A man a few years older than her dried his hands with a dish towel before hopping up to sit on the bar back with a teasing grin.

“Zoning out again, are you? Don’t tell me you’ve been drinking on the job!” he accused, a light laugh escaping through his lips. His black chef’s jacket, which was covered in splashes of flour and food debris from the kitchen, revealed his heavily tattooed arms and a few black swirls of ink on his neck peaked out over its collar. Lily balled up a bar towel and chucked it at him, teasingly narrowing her eyes in faux anger.

“Says the guy who drinks more wine than he cooks with,” Lily snapped back, smiling as her brother easily caught the towel with another deep chuckle. The pair looked strikingly similar, with hair that was such a dark brown, it almost looked black, and eyes the color of rich milk chocolate. While Lily was of average height and slender, however, Nicolaus was tall and muscular.

The siblings were often found bantering sarcastically and getting on each other’s nerves. Nevertheless, Nicolaus was Lily’s partner in crime and overall best friend. They had been through thick and thin, and survived some terrible situations together that Lily locked away into the far reaches of her mind, trying not to remember. In all honesty, Lily wasn’t quite sure she would still be alive if she didn’t have her brother.

Nick looked as though he was about to say something witty and clever when Lily heard the sharp sound of glass against wood behind her. She spun on her heels in the direction of the sound, her brunette braid swinging around her shoulders. On the other side of the bar was the same leather-dressed man as earlier, returning for his fourth beer.

“Bar wench, another one! You’re not just paid to stand there and let us look at you, you know!” he shouted a bit too loudly, causing a few other bar patrons to turn and look. Normally when Lily had overtly rude customers, she would respond with biting remarks laced with enough venom to stop a man in his tracks.

But, before Lily had even thought of a response, Nick slid down from the bar back and around the counter to the burly man, a grimace of pure rage on his face. Lily knew her brother had an anger problem, especially when it came to people treating her poorly. It stemmed from their childhoods, and she couldn’t exactly blame him for it. She was used to this side of her brother, as were most of the regulars in the bar. They had seen his anger throughout the years Nick had worked there as a chef while Lily tended to the bar.

Nick slapped the man’s glass from the counter top so hard that it flew into the wall and shattered, thankfully missing any of the patrons of the bar. Her brother grabbed the drunkard by the collar, his brown eyes seeming to deepen in such anger that Lily could not distinguish his irises from his pupils.

Roughly, Nick yanked the man closer to him, his tattoos and calloused hands making him appear much more intimidating than Lily knew him to be. She realized then that the entire bar had gone silent, even the music had been cut, and all the customers stared at Nick and the other man. Embarrassed, Lily’s cheeks turn bright red, but her body felt stiff and she noticed she couldn’t move. Lily was literally paralyzed with anxiety.

“Don’t you ever talk to my sister like that again, or you will sincerely regret stepping foot into this place,” Nick whispered harshly. But the bar was so quiet that you could hear his voice throughout the entirety of the room.

After contemplating his next move for a moment, Lily could see Nick grind his teeth as he chose to be the bigger person instead of doing what he really wanted to do. Her brother released the man’s collar and shoved him roughly. After stumbling a few steps backward, the drunk man quickly scuttled back to his group of friends, and the atmosphere slowly returned to the normal bar scene.

Lily inhaled sharply, realizing she had been holding her breath anxiously throughout the entire situation. But before Lily could get a chance to speak to her brother, he stalked back through the swinging doors into the kitchen. Lily knew whenever Nick was angry, he cooked. He said that it helped take his mind off the matter and relax as he mentally followed the steps of a recipe.

Since they were young, Nick always had a need to protect Lily, even though she had told him a million times that she could take care of herself. He had taught her how to fight and kept her practiced through sparring matches. Somewhere, deep down, Lily knew that Nick still blamed himself for some of the things that had happened to her in the past. But she could never blame her brother for what wasn’t his fault.

It was then that the late shift bartender arrived. Her name was Kara, a sweet girl with dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes. She was always quiet, but Lily didn’t mind since she was often times quiet too. Liliana took Kara’s arrival as a cue that her shift was over, and quickly swept the shattered pilsner glass into a dust pan to dump into the trash can.

Right as she slung the familiar leather of her black jacket across her shoulders, she heard Kara’s soft voice from behind her. “I brought you a small gift. Nick told me your birthday is in a few days. It’s underneath the bar back.”

Lily turned towards Kara slightly surprised, though the expression was missed as Kara was already busy making drinks for a new group that had just entered that bar. Lily had never really considered them friends, mostly because their interactions were minimal.

She liked Kara nevertheless, and had always thought that the shy and delicate girl would make a good match for Nick. But, like herself, Nick didn’t think he was good enough to be in a relationship and therefore had a higher number of one-night-stands compared to past girlfriends.

Shrugging the thoughts away, Kara grabbed the paper sack from below the bar and peaked inside. An amber-colored liquid contained inside an intricate glass bottle with a purple ribbon tied around the neck sat inside. Lily grinned, immediately recognizing her favorite brand of scotch.

“Thanks, Kara! I’ll make sure to share with Nick when he gets off tonight,” Lily said, not waiting for a response before stuffing the bottle into her purse and slipping through the crowds of people to the door.

Once door slammed shut behind her, Lily couldn’t help but inhale deeply, the fresh air filling her lungs and giving her a new sense of peace. The once overly loud music had become a dull thud in the background, and Lily was relieved to be off work.

Though Kara was the only other bartender, she was a part-time employee and only worked a few four-hour shifts per week. Nevertheless, Lily appreciated the shorter shifts and the small breaks they gave her.

She glanced over to where a black Chevy Cobalt was parked at the back of the lot, the moonlight reflecting off it beautifully. Lily and Nick shared the car. With their current financial situation, the pair couldn’t afford to pay bills as well as have two car payments. So, they compromised, and on nights like tonight where their shifts differed, Lily would just walk home. After all, the path to their apartment was a straight shot through the city park, maybe two miles maximum.

Taking one last look at the neon signs decorating the front windows of the bar, Lily crossed the street and followed the sidewalk into grassy area that was Woodvale City Park. The trails were dimly lit, making the night time trek a bit less eerie.

Pulling the glass bottle from her purse, Lily cracked open the bottle of scotch and began sipping on it, hoping to build up some liquid courage lest she come upon any unfavorable people in the park. The scotch warmed her body from the inside out, causing Lily to smile at its delicious peaty flavor. The more she drank, the better she felt, putting the events of the night far behind her.

The cement path emerged into an open meadow with park benches, picnic tables, and charcoal grills people in town used for cookouts and get-togethers. There was a brightly colored plastic playground in the distance, and Lily half-debated going over to it. She had loved to hang upside-down from the monkey bars as a child, and wondered if she still could.

The thought was cut short when she noticed a man leaning on the railing of the stone bridge, peering down into the water. From this distance, she couldn’t make out his face, but his hair was long as was his scraggly beard. His clothes were dirty and tattered, and he wasn’t wearing any shoes.

For a moment, Lily was concerned he was some sort of serial killer, disposing of his latest kill in the river. Though she realized she may be thinking irrationally, Lily still paused, waiting for him to walk away so she could cross the bridge to her apartment.

The man began to stiffly climb up onto the stone railing, which was only about a foot wide. He stuck out his arms to keep his balance, staring down into the black water that rushed over a few large rocks about 50 feet below.

Lily immediately jogged towards the man, a pang of panic shooting through her body. When she was about 5 yards away, she stopped and shouted to the man, “Sir! Are you ok? It’s not safe to be standing on the railing like that.”

Startled, the man looked up at Lily with wide eyes, swaying a bit before regaining his balance. She could just make out his face in the dim light of the street lamps. He was older, maybe late 60s or early 70s. He wore glasses that had a crack in one lens, and his hair was unkempt and grey. Lily took a few steps closer, but stopped when the man simply shook his head. He gave her a sad smile before leaning forward and letting his body fall from the railing.

Liliana gasped, the bottle of scotch falling from her hand and shattering on the pavement. She instinctually began to sprint towards the bridge, but froze when a sickening crack sound filled the night air. Lily squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to let tears fall. Her heart began to race, and panic clawed its way up her throat, making it hard to breath. A thousand memories she had sworn to keep locked away flashed through her mind, slowly pulling her deeper into panic’s grip.

Succumbing to the panic, Lily felt dizzy, and soft fell to her knees. Her entire body felt cold, causing her to tug her leather jacket tighter around her body. After a few moments of paralyzing anxiety and panic, an image of a younger Nick popped into Lily’s head. “Remember, Tiger Lily,” he said, “slow your breathing and focus on something pretty around you.” When she first started experiencing panic attacks in her childhood, Nick had told her this as a way to calm herself. It was a method she used to that day.

Opening her eyes ever so slightly, Lily searched her surroundings for something, anything she could focus on. A cluster of Carolina lilies grew in a flower bed a few yards away, and Lily took a moment to admire their fiery-colored beauty. Her breathing began to calm and her heart began to slow, giving Lily back some control of her body.

Pulling herself to her feet, Lily slowly walked over to the bridge railing where she had last saw the man. Taking a deep, hesitant breath, Lily peered over the edge, searching for any signs of life in the rippling waters below. Aside from a smattering of blood on one of the rocks protruding from the water, she found nothing. Letting out the breath she had been holding, Lily pulled out her cell phone and quickly dialed.

“911, what is your emergency?”

“Hi, my name is Liliana Atwood,” Lily began, surprising herself with the steady, monotonous tone of her voice. “I just witnessed a man jump off the bridge in City Park, next to the playground on the Granite Trail,” she continued, turning to lean her back against the railing in sudden exhaustion.

“Alright ma’am. There are police officers and a rescue team in route to your location. Please stay on the line and remain on scene so you can give a statement of what you saw,” the operator responded.

“Okay,” Lily agreed before putting the phone on speaker and sitting it on the railing. She let out a sigh and dropped her chin to her chest, closing her eyes for a moment. A few moments later when she opened them, she noticed a small journal on the ground near her feet.

Lily knelt slowly, picking up the book in both hands. It was bound in black leather, and had yellowed pages that revealed its old age. The cover of the book was embossed with gold lettering, spelling, “The Secrets I Keep.” At first, Lily was scared to open the book, but the approaching police sirens gave her a sense of courage. Lily couldn’t help but flip through the first few pages.

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Likes: Fruits, vegetables, hiking, jogging, snow, playing piano, singing, alcohol, cooking, baking
Dislikes: Red meat, overly sweet desserts, swimming/open water, talking on the phone, someone or something limiting her creativity
Personality: Mika's personality can be described as that of an artist and a leader. She loves to display her eye for the dramatic in the artistic plating of her food. Mike is a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to the food she creates. She wants the flavors, the presentation, the ingredients to be the best they could possibly be. Because of this, she can get a bit sharp when things aren't exactly the way she wants them to be. In the kitchen, she is loud and concise, leading her team of chefs to put out only the best food for their customers. As a petite, young, female chef, Mikayla often feels as though she has a lot to prove in her career. She is determined and hard-working, some would even say married to her job. She spends the majority of her time either at work or at home creating new menus and cocktails for work. Nevertheless, Mikayla loves her job, no matter how stressful it is.


When Mika is off the clock, she is outgoing, friendly, and kind. She loves to hang out with friends and go out to meet knew people. She's the type that would gladly give someone the shirt of her back if they needed it. She volunteers in meal centers for those that are down on her luck most weekends and every holiday. Mikayla wants to do whatever she can to make the world a better place. Underneath the joyful personality, there is a part of Mika that is rather dark. Stemming from a background full of bullying and strict words from her family, Mikayla can be very self-deprecating and insecure. Even though she has been nominated and even won awards for her food, Mika doesn't really believe she is good enough and deserves such kind words. When someone complements her or her cuisine, she is awkward and doesn't really know how to respond. Overall, Mika is a sweetheart chef with a bit of an anxious side.


Virtues: Sweetheart, kind, friendly, outgoing, artistic, creative, hard-working, determined
Vices: Perfectionist, a bit bossy in the kitchen, workaholic, insecure, puts self down
Quirks: Pulls her hair back into a ponytail whenever she is cooking or menu-planning, listens to Elton John or Billy Joel music to calm herself down and get in the zone
Fears: Failing her father, not doing enough, crumbling under the pressure, drowning/open water

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"I'm not the jaded kind.”

Herstory: Mikayla was born into a large Italian family dedicated to food. Her father, his father before him, and so on were all chefs or various Mediterranean cuisines. As the youngest of three children and only daughter in her family, Mika grew up being both super protected by her brothers and constantly picked on by them. Though she loves her brothers dearly, the constant jabs set a sense of insecurity in Mikayla from a very young age. Her father, chef and owner of a popular, fairly famous Italian restaurant in Chicago, Illinois, was determined that his children would one day take over his business and continue his legacy. For this reason, he was fairly hard on his children, training them in the culinary arts from a very young age.

Although Mika was forced into the culinary arts, she had always loved it. Something about the mixture of creativity, art, and deliciousness on one plate intrigued her. Therefore, she was excited to be a chef one day. After elementary school, Mika and her siblings were enrolled in culinary arts based private schools until they graduated high school. As a child, Mikayla was slightly overweight. She was constantly bullied by her schoolmates for her weight. Combined with the strict parenting from her father at home, Mika's self-worth decreased exponentially.

Mika hit absolute rock bottom in terms of her anxiety and insecurity during her last two years of high school. Her older twin brothers, Gabriel and Matteo, were accepted on full rides to Le Cordon Bleu, a prestigious culinary arts institute in Paris. However, when Mika applied, she was rejected. Immediately, Mika became a disappointment to her father and the entire family. He deemed her not good enough to ever make it in the culinary world and pretty much disowned her as a daughter. Determined to prove her family wrong, Mikayla was accepted to the Culinary Institute of America in New York City. She began to work on herself, slimmed down, and focused solely on her career as a chef.

By the time Mika graduated from culinary school with degrees in Culinary Arts and Food Business Management, she was the top student in her class and had won various awards, even a cooking competition show. She was offered a position as a sous chef for the Michelin Star New York City restaurant, Bounty. Under the guidance of the executive chef, Mikayla began to make a name for herself in the culinary world. Just last year, she was named Rising Star Chef of the Year by the James Beard Foundation. Even though she has become a successful chef in NYC, and recent opened her own restaurant called Harvest and Vine, Mika's father still doesn't see value in her. She can count on one hand the amount of times she has spoken with anyone in her family in the few years since she graduated college. Nevertheless, Mika's goal is still to make her father and brothers proud of her one day.


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Apartment: x | x | x
Pet: A Scottish Fold cat named Penelope
Vehicle: x
Relationships: Open/TBD
Restaurant: x | x | x



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The World’s A Fucking Mess

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Ryan Destiny

Role:
The Fashion Designer

Age:
November 10th\\25\\Scorpio

Height:
5'5

Weight:
134 lbs

It’s Gone To Shit


Personality:
Ailyn is literally described as the Ice Queen; a cold-hearted girl who tends to keep people at a distance. While she's not rude per se, there are times where your efforts to strike up a conversation can be nullified. When you first meet her you try to like her and understand why she is the way she is, but that effort is useless. If you do that, she'll definitely never open up to you. You have to let her warm up to you on her own and get to know you. She has feelings but chooses not to show them simply based on the fact that she fears to get hurt and being manipulated. When it comes to working, she's very serious and passionate about it. So when she's focused, don't interrupt her. She'll just get angry with you and she's very liable to snap on you. Don't take this the wrong way, as most of the time she doesn't actually mean it and others she does. Especially since you've just messed up her concentration. Once you do manage to get in past those barriers she's a fun and goofy person. She'll take time to make jokes, roast, bond with people and do just live her life like there's no tomorrow. Probably a little too much, as she can often get out of hand with the partying drugs and alcohol wise. She'll forever believe she needs to just live, so she uses this as a way to justify everything she does. When it comes to relationships, she's the most loyal person ever. There are times where she can start flirting, but it's always harmless in her eyes. To the other person or the guy she's dating, it's not.
And I Am Every Bit Apart Of It


Bio:
Ailyn Sheppard was born a military brat and military brats are a different kind of breed. Since she had to move around so frequently, mostly every 2-3 years, she became independent and learned to distance herself. She would never keep up with all of these people, so she made it a point to keep everyone she met at a distance. At around the age of 8 or 9, her father passed away, leaving her and her mother to fend for themselves. Since her mother was also in the military, taking care of her daughter became increasingly difficult when she needed to go to the field or when she deployed. Any time this happened, Ailyn would stay with her aunt and uncle, as they didn't live too far in some of the places they would move to. There were times where she loved staying at her aunt and uncle's place, but as she got older she began to hate it. Why did she have to come here every time her mother had to go?

During her days growing up, she would get into all sorts of trouble. Most of the time it was because she wanted attention from mom and others it was simply because she felt like it. When she was 15 Ailyn got into some big trouble and she got sent away to a boarding school in London. She would remain there until she turned 18 and came back to the States to continue her education at NYU before traveling. Ailyn had long since decided she wanted to be a fashion designer and what better way to that then traveling the world? She studied under great fashion designers and artists before starting her own linevibe. Now, she's New Yorks youngest fashion designer and quickly creating a name for herself.

I May Have Started It

Relationships:
Engaged to Odilon Corneille Beckham Jr.

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ethnicity african american
height 183cm / 6ft
eye colour dark brown
gender male
birthday July 4th
occupation writer
weight 153lbs.
hair colour black
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All About Jordan
Jordan is a mystery to some. His cool demeanor brings people in, making them want to get to know him instantly. However, he doesn't open up to just anyone. He has to have known you for a while before letting you know something personal about himself, not really trusting people. But the things he does let everyone see is that he is a huge nerd and a lover of words. Sometimes he'll even recite works of literature just for the hell of it, or even lines from his favorite movies, tv shows, and anime. Jordan has a big heart and cares for people unconditionally, even if he doesn't know who they are. He will always try to make people feel comfortable and check on them when he notices something off. He's very passionate and because he cares about people, he will never do something to try and hurt them. It'll take a lot to piss him off, as he never really gets upset since he's one of those people who aren't really bothered. Even though he's this great guy, he's one of the most stubborn people ever. It can get annoying and make you not want to be around him sometimes, but eventually he will give in.
[/div] [/div] [div class=htext] [div class=scroll] Jordan was born into a family of doctors up in Seattle, Washington. His father owned his own private practice, where eventually his older brother and sister would work along side their mother. Jordan's mother was a pre-natal surgeon, his father a psychiatrist, his brother a plastic surgeon, and his sister was a cardio-surgeon. Of course, they all thought Jordan was going to follow in their foot-steps and join the medical career and for a while he was going to. Growing up, he watched his family's surgeries on video tape and they would quiz him, trying to make him into the best surgeon ever. They didn't really notice that he was more into the journals, more into reading than he was watching the surgeries. It wasn't the medical topic that they held that interested him at all, but the way the words were written. Words had always been a love of his and when he learned what he could do with it, that started his obsession. He would grow up living a double life, wanting to be a writer but doing medical studies to please his family. Secretly he wrote online and shared his stories with the world and when they started giving him positive feedback, it fed his desire to continue. When he left for college, he went on taking pre-med classes, trying to convince himself that becoming a doctor was going to give him a better career than becoming a writer. He soon learned that he could be a double major so he chose writing and pre-med, but never told his parents. During his 4th year, he decided that it would be time to tell his parents the truth about what he wanted to do with his life. His parents, of course, didn't take this too well and basically disowned him for the next 3 years. It wasn't until his sister convinced his parents at how ridiculous it all was that they tried to see things from his persepcetive and read some of his work. They were impressed, became fans even but they didn't know how to fix what they had already broken. It was his sister who convinced him to come around again and just talk to them and after a while, things were fine.. [/div] [/div] [div class=rtext] [div class=scroll] [/div] [/div] [div class=gtext] [div class=scroll]







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  • Name: King Sirichai Chueakao

    Nickname: King

    Role: Real Estate Agent

    Age: 21

    Gender: Male

    Sexuality: Homosexual
 


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BASIC INFORMATION -
Name: Erik Jakobsen
Nickname: None
Age: 26
Gender: Cis-Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
D.O.B.: April 1st
Zodiac sign: Aries
P.O.B.: New York, NY
Role: Music Producer

APPEARANCE -
Face Claim: Brendon Urie
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Brunette
Height/Weight: 5'9" (174 cm) / 150 lbs (68 kg)
Body Type: Slim, but toned
Tattoos/Piercings/Etc: x | x | x | x
Style: x | x | x | x

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The room vibrated with such intensity that the dark-haired woman ducking behind the bar to grab a clean glass could feel it in her sternum. “Hurry up, bar wench, your tip is fading,” a gruff man clad in too much leather shouted from his place on an old wooden stool across the bar. He slurred his words and had a dazed glint in his eyes, sure signs of intoxication.

The woman rolled her eyes and bit her lip, forcing down any sharp comment wishing to come out. She wasn’t the type to take shit from people. But rent was due in a few days, and she needed all the tips she could get to make ends meet.

So, instead of commenting on the man’s pathetic lack of ability to hold his alcohol, she simply stood and filled the pilsner glass with a beautiful pale amber-colored liquid from the draft. Without a second thought, the bartender whipped around and slid the glass of beer down the bar to the man’s waiting hand without spilling a single drop. The drunk man happily took the ale, leaving the bar to rejoin his friends at a nearby billiards table.

The bartender leaned against the bar back, tilting her chin to her chest as she finally had a few seconds to rest for the first time since she had arrived nearly five hours earlier.

On Tap, the most popular hole-in-the-wall bar in the west side of Woodvale, Georgia, was nearly always busy. Local college students, nine-to-five workaholics, and local low-lifes alike congregated in the bar to grab a drink after a long, laborious day. With a happy hour that ran from 5:30 pm to the bar’s closing time at 2:00 am seven days a week, most people couldn’t say no to getting drunk on dollar drafts or six buck signature cocktails every night.

“Liliana, Lily, Tiger Lily, are you in there?” the bartender heard, her chocolate brown eyes widening as she realized she had been lost in her own thoughts for a bit too long. Quickly looking up, she scanned the bar for new customers or old ones that needed a new drink.

Her eyes followed the old-fashioned glass as it slid down the bar into the hand of an older balding man in a navy two-piece suit. Lily recognized him as one of her regulars, Mr. Townsend, a partner at the local law firm that specialized in self-defense and car accidents.

Lily offered him an apologetic smile and small wave. He nodded at her, and Lily knew he was accepting her apology even though his face held a stoic expression. Mr. Townsend raised his glass in appreciation at the person behind her, before venturing back to his table in the corner near a TV showing some sort of sport’s game on it.

Lily immediately spun around to where she had heard her name called from earlier. A man a few years older than her dried his hands with a dish towel before hopping up to sit on the bar back with a teasing grin.

“Zoning out again, are you? Don’t tell me you’ve been drinking on the job!” he accused, a light laugh escaping through his lips. His black chef’s jacket, which was covered in splashes of flour and food debris from the kitchen, revealed his heavily tattooed arms and a few black swirls of ink on his neck peaked out over its collar. Lily balled up a bar towel and chucked it at him, teasingly narrowing her eyes in faux anger.

“Says the guy who drinks more wine than he cooks with,” Lily snapped back, smiling as her brother easily caught the towel with another deep chuckle. The pair looked strikingly similar, with hair that was such a dark brown, it almost looked black, and eyes the color of rich milk chocolate. While Lily was of average height and slender, however, Nicolaus was tall and muscular.

The siblings were often found bantering sarcastically and getting on each other’s nerves. Nevertheless, Nicolaus was Lily’s partner in crime and overall best friend. They had been through thick and thin, and survived some terrible situations together that Lily locked away into the far reaches of her mind, trying not to remember. In all honesty, Lily wasn’t quite sure she would still be alive if she didn’t have her brother.

Nick looked as though he was about to say something witty and clever when Lily heard the sharp sound of glass against wood behind her. She spun on her heels in the direction of the sound, her brunette braid swinging around her shoulders. On the other side of the bar was the same leather-dressed man as earlier, returning for his fourth beer.

“Bar wench, another one! You’re not just paid to stand there and let us look at you, you know!” he shouted a bit too loudly, causing a few other bar patrons to turn and look. Normally when Lily had overtly rude customers, she would respond with biting remarks laced with enough venom to stop a man in his tracks.

But, before Lily had even thought of a response, Nick slid down from the bar back and around the counter to the burly man, a grimace of pure rage on his face. Lily knew her brother had an anger problem, especially when it came to people treating her poorly. It stemmed from their childhoods, and she couldn’t exactly blame him for it. She was used to this side of her brother, as were most of the regulars in the bar. They had seen his anger throughout the years Nick had worked there as a chef while Lily tended to the bar.

Nick slapped the man’s glass from the counter top so hard that it flew into the wall and shattered, thankfully missing any of the patrons of the bar. Her brother grabbed the drunkard by the collar, his brown eyes seeming to deepen in such anger that Lily could not distinguish his irises from his pupils.

Roughly, Nick yanked the man closer to him, his tattoos and calloused hands making him appear much more intimidating than Lily knew him to be. She realized then that the entire bar had gone silent, even the music had been cut, and all the customers stared at Nick and the other man. Embarrassed, Lily’s cheeks turn bright red, but her body felt stiff and she noticed she couldn’t move. Lily was literally paralyzed with anxiety.

“Don’t you ever talk to my sister like that again, or you will sincerely regret stepping foot into this place,” Nick whispered harshly. But the bar was so quiet that you could hear his voice throughout the entirety of the room.

After contemplating his next move for a moment, Lily could see Nick grind his teeth as he chose to be the bigger person instead of doing what he really wanted to do. Her brother released the man’s collar and shoved him roughly. After stumbling a few steps backward, the drunk man quickly scuttled back to his group of friends, and the atmosphere slowly returned to the normal bar scene.

Lily inhaled sharply, realizing she had been holding her breath anxiously throughout the entire situation. But before Lily could get a chance to speak to her brother, he stalked back through the swinging doors into the kitchen. Lily knew whenever Nick was angry, he cooked. He said that it helped take his mind off the matter and relax as he mentally followed the steps of a recipe.

Since they were young, Nick always had a need to protect Lily, even though she had told him a million times that she could take care of herself. He had taught her how to fight and kept her practiced through sparring matches. Somewhere, deep down, Lily knew that Nick still blamed himself for some of the things that had happened to her in the past. But she could never blame her brother for what wasn’t his fault.

It was then that the late shift bartender arrived. Her name was Kara, a sweet girl with dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes. She was always quiet, but Lily didn’t mind since she was often times quiet too. Liliana took Kara’s arrival as a cue that her shift was over, and quickly swept the shattered pilsner glass into a dust pan to dump into the trash can.

Right as she slung the familiar leather of her black jacket across her shoulders, she heard Kara’s soft voice from behind her. “I brought you a small gift. Nick told me your birthday is in a few days. It’s underneath the bar back.”

Lily turned towards Kara slightly surprised, though the expression was missed as Kara was already busy making drinks for a new group that had just entered that bar. Lily had never really considered them friends, mostly because their interactions were minimal.

She liked Kara nevertheless, and had always thought that the shy and delicate girl would make a good match for Nick. But, like herself, Nick didn’t think he was good enough to be in a relationship and therefore had a higher number of one-night-stands compared to past girlfriends.

Shrugging the thoughts away, Kara grabbed the paper sack from below the bar and peaked inside. An amber-colored liquid contained inside an intricate glass bottle with a purple ribbon tied around the neck sat inside. Lily grinned, immediately recognizing her favorite brand of scotch.

“Thanks, Kara! I’ll make sure to share with Nick when he gets off tonight,” Lily said, not waiting for a response before stuffing the bottle into her purse and slipping through the crowds of people to the door.

Once door slammed shut behind her, Lily couldn’t help but inhale deeply, the fresh air filling her lungs and giving her a new sense of peace. The once overly loud music had become a dull thud in the background, and Lily was relieved to be off work.

Though Kara was the only other bartender, she was a part-time employee and only worked a few four-hour shifts per week. Nevertheless, Lily appreciated the shorter shifts and the small breaks they gave her.

She glanced over to where a black Chevy Cobalt was parked at the back of the lot, the moonlight reflecting off it beautifully. Lily and Nick shared the car. With their current financial situation, the pair couldn’t afford to pay bills as well as have two car payments. So, they compromised, and on nights like tonight where their shifts differed, Lily would just walk home. After all, the path to their apartment was a straight shot through the city park, maybe two miles maximum.

Taking one last look at the neon signs decorating the front windows of the bar, Lily crossed the street and followed the sidewalk into grassy area that was Woodvale City Park. The trails were dimly lit, making the night time trek a bit less eerie.

Pulling the glass bottle from her purse, Lily cracked open the bottle of scotch and began sipping on it, hoping to build up some liquid courage lest she come upon any unfavorable people in the park. The scotch warmed her body from the inside out, causing Lily to smile at its delicious peaty flavor. The more she drank, the better she felt, putting the events of the night far behind her.

The cement path emerged into an open meadow with park benches, picnic tables, and charcoal grills people in town used for cookouts and get-togethers. There was a brightly colored plastic playground in the distance, and Lily half-debated going over to it. She had loved to hang upside-down from the monkey bars as a child, and wondered if she still could.

The thought was cut short when she noticed a man leaning on the railing of the stone bridge, peering down into the water. From this distance, she couldn’t make out his face, but his hair was long as was his scraggly beard. His clothes were dirty and tattered, and he wasn’t wearing any shoes.

For a moment, Lily was concerned he was some sort of serial killer, disposing of his latest kill in the river. Though she realized she may be thinking irrationally, Lily still paused, waiting for him to walk away so she could cross the bridge to her apartment.

The man began to stiffly climb up onto the stone railing, which was only about a foot wide. He stuck out his arms to keep his balance, staring down into the black water that rushed over a few large rocks about 50 feet below.

Lily immediately jogged towards the man, a pang of panic shooting through her body. When she was about 5 yards away, she stopped and shouted to the man, “Sir! Are you ok? It’s not safe to be standing on the railing like that.”

Startled, the man looked up at Lily with wide eyes, swaying a bit before regaining his balance. She could just make out his face in the dim light of the street lamps. He was older, maybe late 60s or early 70s. He wore glasses that had a crack in one lens, and his hair was unkempt and grey. Lily took a few steps closer, but stopped when the man simply shook his head. He gave her a sad smile before leaning forward and letting his body fall from the railing.

Liliana gasped, the bottle of scotch falling from her hand and shattering on the pavement. She instinctually began to sprint towards the bridge, but froze when a sickening crack sound filled the night air. Lily squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to let tears fall. Her heart began to race, and panic clawed its way up her throat, making it hard to breath. A thousand memories she had sworn to keep locked away flashed through her mind, slowly pulling her deeper into panic’s grip.

Succumbing to the panic, Lily felt dizzy, and soft fell to her knees. Her entire body felt cold, causing her to tug her leather jacket tighter around her body. After a few moments of paralyzing anxiety and panic, an image of a younger Nick popped into Lily’s head. “Remember, Tiger Lily,” he said, “slow your breathing and focus on something pretty around you.” When she first started experiencing panic attacks in her childhood, Nick had told her this as a way to calm herself. It was a method she used to that day.

Opening her eyes ever so slightly, Lily searched her surroundings for something, anything she could focus on. A cluster of Carolina lilies grew in a flower bed a few yards away, and Lily took a moment to admire their fiery-colored beauty. Her breathing began to calm and her heart began to slow, giving Lily back some control of her body.

Pulling herself to her feet, Lily slowly walked over to the bridge railing where she had last saw the man. Taking a deep, hesitant breath, Lily peered over the edge, searching for any signs of life in the rippling waters below. Aside from a smattering of blood on one of the rocks protruding from the water, she found nothing. Letting out the breath she had been holding, Lily pulled out her cell phone and quickly dialed.

“911, what is your emergency?”

“Hi, my name is Liliana Atwood,” Lily began, surprising herself with the steady, monotonous tone of her voice. “I just witnessed a man jump off the bridge in City Park, next to the playground on the Granite Trail,” she continued, turning to lean her back against the railing in sudden exhaustion.

“Alright ma’am. There are police officers and a rescue team in route to your location. Please stay on the line and remain on scene so you can give a statement of what you saw,” the operator responded.

“Okay,” Lily agreed before putting the phone on speaker and sitting it on the railing. She let out a sigh and dropped her chin to her chest, closing her eyes for a moment. A few moments later when she opened them, she noticed a small journal on the ground near her feet.

Lily knelt slowly, picking up the book in both hands. It was bound in black leather, and had yellowed pages that revealed its old age. The cover of the book was embossed with gold lettering, spelling, “The Secrets I Keep.” At first, Lily was scared to open the book, but the approaching police sirens gave her a sense of courage. Lily couldn’t help but flip through the first few pages.

PERSONA -
Likes: Music (duh), computers, listening to vinyl records, playing piano and guitar, singing, writing sheet music, coffee, 24/7 diners, dogs, fried chicken
Dislikes: Hot weather, smoking, sand, musicians who have no real talent and are only famous because of some scandal or their level of attractiveness, autotune, olives
Personality: Erik is absolutely 100% in love with his work. For as long as he can remember, music has been one of the most important aspects of his life. Writing it, creating it, playing it, destroying it, Erik honestly can't get enough. He is inventive and innovative in nature, always wanting to create trends rather than follow them. He takes pride in what he does, and will happily show his work to as many people as possible. Success is important to Erik, and he will do whatever it takes to achieve it. His determination and tenacity bodes well for him in such a cruel and unforgiving industry. With his clients, he is very patient and does his best to help them. However, that doesn't mean he is entirely kind. Erik only expects the best and will not stop or let others stop until they get it. He can be very stubborn and even merciless when it comes to his job, sometimes so honest that it's brutal. In this sense, when Erik is frustrated, he can become a bit rash and act out.

Nevertheless, Erik really is a nice guy. Outside of the studio, he loves to meet new people and form new friendships. Going to open mic nights, poetry readings, and local concerts are a past time of his. He's always on the lookout for the next big musician, songwriter, singer, etc. Erik is pretty into fitness and staying in shape. He goes on a run with his dog Ringo almost every day, and eats healthy as well. As an all-around artistic guy, he likes to draw and make pottery, though he tends to not tell many people about this for fear of being heckled. In that sense, Erik despises being ridiculed or made a fool of, and does everything in his power to avoid it.


Virtues: Patient, creative, helpful, honest (sometimes brutally so), trustworthy, tenacious, resilient
Vices: Stubborn, honest (remember that brutal thing?), merciless towards the musicians he produces, a bit rash
Quirks: Makes popping noises with his lips when he's trying to figure something out, rarely let's anyone into his personal studio
Fears: Being made fun of by the public and/or the media for a song he produced, his past transgressions coming to light, extreme heights

BACKGROUND -


"Didn't have a dime, but I always had a vision.”

History: Erik was born in the great city of New York, New York to a couple who were and still are very deeply in love. His parents met at Julliard during their undergraduate years. His father was pursuing a degree in classical music composition while his mother was intent on becoming a ballerina for the New York City Ballet. As a final project for a music composition class they were both in, his mother and father were paired up and asked to create a five minute music and dance number to be performed for the class during finals week. The two immediately hit it off, both wondering how they hadn't noticed each other before that day. After the project was completed and performed, the two received the highest grade in the entire class. They were able to work together, almost as one really, and from that day forward were never apart.

Two years after their graduation, the couple decided to get married. His father began working at his dream job, a composer for the New York Philharmonic Orchestra whereas his mother was on cloud nine after passing her auditions and earning an apprenticeship with the New York City Ballet company. They lived together in a modest yet beautiful apartment in the Upper Eastside. About five years later, the couple welcomed a baby boy into their family. Erik was surrounded by music since the day of his birth. No really, his father made sure Chopin was playing in the room while his mother was in labor. From a very young age, Erik was taught to play multiple instruments, read and write music, and even dance in the contemporary style. He thrived in a musical setting, and was soon sitting alongside his father to help him write pieces.

In his teenage years, Erik began to explore other types of music outside of the classics he had always known. In his free time, he began experimenting with rock and pop music, much to the dislike of his parents. Nevertheless, they supported his hobbies and even bought him his first electric guitar and drum set. For Erik, the power of music was always in the emotion of the lyrics and the sounds. Though classical music was great, it wasn't the type of music he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. So after graduation from high school, much to the disappointment of his parents, Erik turned down a full ride scholarship to Julliard and instead attended NYU for a degree in music production.

While in college, he helped friends create and record their music, eventually making a name for himself on campus and throughout the city's open mic nights. He created a recording studio in his apartment, slowing buying more and more equipment until the space was entirely decked out. After graduation, Erik accepted an internship with Siren Records, a prominent record label in NYC. In the four years he has been there since college, Erik has worked his way up the ranks and has become one of the most sought after music producers in the city. Rumor has it that he will be nominated for one if not more Grammy's in the following year. Though he didn't follow the path his parents had lay out for him, they are still extremely proud of Erik and what he has accomplished.


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Apartment: x | x | x
Pet: A Chocolate Lab named Ringo
Vehicle:
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Relationships: Open/TBD


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