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yel·low
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adjective
1. usually associated with pure joy and happiness, and to an extent of bravery; unless a dull tint, to which it is associated with death, caution, fake joy, and cowardice.
Name_Adelaide “Dior” Koskinen
Age_34
Orientaion_Heterosexual
Gender_Female
Birthdate_23/06/85 (cancer)

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Height_176cm
Weight_126lbs
Eye Colour_Hazel Eyed
Hair colour_Caramel waves around mid back
Extras_can speak fluent Finnish and French

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Adelaide’s personality is that of the colour yellow. Yellow can represent a number of emotions and values, and therefore she is a woman who refuses to allow herself to be swayed by such emotions. She rightfully believes that emotions are the reason for peoples shortcomings, as they tend to cause panic and question the immorality of things. She’s logical; Dior’s persona and demeanor revolves around the aspect of being cautious, i.e: hiding every single true emotion and keeping to herself, only to project fake happiness—hence the dull yellow instead of a pure, bright yellow. Adelaide is still human though, and will tend to slip or crack just like anyone else, nor is she cold blooded; she puts on a slightly bubbly persona just to keep others at bay with questions. Of course this may seem fake to those who have uncovered her nature, but misunderstandings are what set people apart, not the person themselves. Hypothetically, if one were to uncover Dior’s real nature, they would witness a lovely soul; a body full of grace, endlessly joy and a courageous heart to support, being overshadowed by the personal fears developed.

Likes/Dislikes_generally like and dislikes things of yellow (i.e. she can like bananas, pineapples, sunflowers etc but can also hate them to certain degrees)

Occupation_Detective

Social Class/ Community Standing_ New Money (East)
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History_Adelaide was born in the sparkling grapes fields of Bordeaux, France, surrounded by wineries and happy, bubbly faces who had indulged in those affinities. The sweet smell of fresh grapes polluted the air, miles and miles of grape fields outcasting from her little room window, as little Dior began her life. As known, Bordeaux was known for it's wine and for its waterway streets and countless times you will see a mix of both; children playing in the waterways, while parents and elders lean back with a chilled glass of fresh wine and delicacies. Adelaide was merely 4 years old when she first experienced plane travel. Her father, a well renown lawyer, had just received work within the US and was issued to fly out the next month. Since her father was regularly busy, she had a particularly close connection to her mother more than anything in the world. Soon, they moved their things and travelled to reach Glasslake, where they had a relatively large suburban house for all their things, especially for watching sunsets at night (which is a guilty pleasure for Addie).

Adelaide’s childhood was filled with anything she wanted, she never asked for anything unless needed, considering every kid her age whined about not having the latest toy. Since her father again— was mostly out of her life, her mother was her teacher and role model. She came from a very humble family, so it wasn’t uncommon for her to had always remind Adelaide of mannerisms, actions and good moral behaviours. The child also had a knack for being curious as a kid; she loved to particularly question and figure out things on her own, and her mother supported her endeavors in possibly being a law student or detective from since 8 years old. Logic was her consistent friend she so desperately adored. Time had past from childhood to adolescence, where we officially see Addie channeling her studies into her desired career path at 15. Her mother still supported her at home base, and continued to be as helpful as she could without bearing much weight on her. Her social life was mostly alright, except she handpicked the friends she knew would make sense to have and were genuine. Of course, she still was naïve considering her focus was more her dream job.

She met a boy named Thomas-Connor who she somehow drew herself to more and more every time they spoke, although her friends told her to be wary of his actions. Addie’s group invited them to a small party they wanted to throw, and frankly it sounded fun, but her mother did not particularly want her to go at all. She was still wary of these people as she had never personally met them— a growing concern for the only parent really around Addie. As much as Addie knew her mother was right and justified, she sincerely wanted to see Thomas that night as he had something to tell her. So her curious conscience led her out her window late at night, sneaking towards her friends house. It was the absolute first time she had ever disobeyed her mother’s orders. The thrill was lovely, but the anxious grew worse. It was too late to turn back now as she had already made her way down.

Surprisingly she had an amazing time! The vibe wasn’t detrimental or toxic, it was genuine teenager fun, and she particularly enjoyed herself. However, she heard her phone ringing and assumed it was her awakened mother due to the fact that her window was still opened in her bedroom— an indication that she had left. But to her surprise, the maid had called instead. She answered of course, assuming that her maid had found her missing but her voice was wavering... It was odd.

“Your Mother collapsed! She went to check on you but fell to the floor randomly! She’s not responding— Oh God, please hurry!” Addie started to panic and checked her watch in a flurry. The time read 12:03 AM, and she rushed out of the house without even saying goodbye to Thomas. She’ll apologize later, but her mother was the only thing she could think of. When she arrived her maid was on the floor holding her mother’s head, tears absolutely taking over her demeanor.

The funeral was held the next week. Addie stayed focused on nothing but her dream, as her mother only wanted that of her. Her father made more efforts to somewhat be in her life, but even she pushed him away, cursing him for not being here more often. She hated him—she hated everything, but there was nothing she could do. She lost friendships, relationships until eventually at age 24—she got her dream. As a gift from her distant father, he purchased a pure Great Dane for her, saying that these does were fighters and so was she. She decided to name him Cosmo after one of her mom’s favourite cartoon characters when they would watch TV together. To this day, no one knows how her mother died, alongside several other people. It is a forgotten memory to the public, but to her it is one step closer. She remembers how she looked when she laid there, and the time that she died. Countless days of side research and similar stories of random deaths without sickness.

Something wasn’t adding up to her, and she was going to be the one to find out why.

Family/Pets_Father: Alexsi Von Koshinen//Mother: Dior-Belle Koshinen (Deceased)//Cosmo (White Great Dane)

Musical Theme_i’m yellow.
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Name: Davin Maxwell
Role: survivor
Age: 19 | October 13th
Gender: Cis Male
Sexual-Orientation: Homosexual
Ethnicity/Nationality: American/ Caucasian
Height: 5"9
Weight: 180 lbs.
Eye Color: Gray
Distinctive Marks: A tattoo of a butterfly with mismatched wings on the inside of his left wrist

personality;
Davin Leoric Maxwell leads a rather introverted life. He has aquaintances, but he would rather stick to himself and avoid having to partake in the chaotic art of being social. He spends his time drawing with aspirations of becoming a tattoo artist. His work is rather amazing, but its impossible to ever get him to show you anything. Its not like Davin is trying to be a pariah. He's awkward, though cute in a dorky way, and his low-cut sarcasm may not be the choice brand of humor for the other kids who are his age. Often or not, Davin can be seen with a cup of coffee in his hands. He's a self-made insomniac. His night-terrors curbed this habit of his. And there isn't a moment when his playlist isn't blaring some form of Deftones or Tool. And, unless you're his Best Friend, there is only one way to get Dav to smile: A red-Velvet IceCream Cupcake with Buttercream Frosting from Kinkle's Sugar Shop.
biography;
Davin is the only child of a woman who wants to be there but doesn't have the time. He and his mother live in a little house on Cherryview Way. Their neighbors would tell you that they're nice, reserved folks. But, that's almost never the case when you look at people from another angle. Dav was diagnosed with schizophrenia in his junior year, following a massive breakdown. Some say it was the stress of Finals that did it. Some said his mother wasn't caring for him, which was rude. The truth is that the boy just inherited the wrong set of genes from someone who wasn't even worth looking into. After some time in a ward and the stiff end of a therapist chair for a few sessions, Davin seemed to piece himself back together.

Then, something strange happened. The boy with unruly black hair whom people tried to steer clear of made a friend. His mother was enthused and the girl seemed sweet enough--if not a little brute. It started with a drama project and quickly evolved into something that was actually delightful in Dav's life. He showed her his Horror film collection and his drawings and she opened the boy up in a way no one had been able to do. They were practically inseparable. Unfortunately, bad tides were the way of making several people's lives forever marred.


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Name: Asher Vaca

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Height: 5'4

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Likes/Dislikes
+Sleeping
+Comfy clothing
+Laying in the sun
+Fluffy things
-Being called short
-Exercise
-Working
-Loud noises

Occupation: Unemployed

Social Class/ Community Standing: Middle class

Personality: Asher would like to say he is a good person, but most times he really isn't. He's had an easy life, never really having to do much work making him have a poor work ethic and a familiarity of having what he needs and wants. He knows that he has had an easy life, and knows others are more unfortunate, but he can't seem to really care too much. He'd rather spend his life enjoying his easy ride rather than worrying about others. He is lazy and uninterested in anything that doesn't make him entertained or happy. He's too focused on having fun to worry about what he should be doing or what he has to do.

He is a selfish person and he knows it. He knows he should change, but he can't be bothered. Life is too short to waste it on worrying about others or even giving up things for them. He thinks you should just focus on enjoying it and let whatever happens happen. He grew up naturally smart which allowed him to get through school without studying unless it came to things that weren't basic facts. He could do math, science, and history just fine, but when it came to putting it through his mind and making something new he failed. He was horrible at imagining things or going outside the basic principles, he couldn't think on his feet or write up an imaginary world.

The only thing that really gets a stir out of the boy is calling him short or insulting his glasses. He knows it is basic and that annoys him even more, they are things that he can't change and he'd like people to just get over them. Other than that he couldn't care much about other people, his sole purpose is his own survival and gain because he believes it is the only way to not get screwed over in this world.

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History: Asher grew up in a house that had a steady income and lived peacefully. He had no siblings and nothing to worry about other than school or the sun being in his eyes when he was trying to sleep. He wasn't rich persay, but he could get most of the things he wanted without too much of a fuss unless, of course, it was expensive. He did well in his courses without study until around high school when he wasn't supposed to just write what other people said and had to use his own words. He academically with some of his courses but managed to graduate with just above failing in those courses.

Due to his lack of effort in his schooling even when he was struggling he is having difficulty finding a secondary education to go into. On top of that, he doesn't really want to get a job, it being too much work in his opinion, causing strain on his and his parent's relationship. Yet he still can't really care about it, jobs and school are boring so not being in them means more time for fun and what he wants to do. He knows he needs a job to 'grow up' and 'move out', but all that in time. He has his whole life ahead of him he doesn't need to waste it just yet on those dumb things, maybe when he is older or something, or maybe if he feels like it.

Family/Pets:
Mother(Yuna Vaca)
Father(Mathew Vaca)

Additional Notes:
-Can't well without his glasses
-Usually has short nails and raw skin from chewing his nails and skin whenever he gets bored(a habit he picked up)
 
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ELISA YANG
BASIC INFORMATION
NAME
Elisa Yang

AGE
19

GENDER
Female

BLOOD
AB

HEIGHT
5'7"

WEIGHT
132lbs

CLASS
New Money

OCCUPATION
Student
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  • PERSONALITY
    Elisa can only be described as both lazy and entitled, brought on by her upbringing. Raised in an environment where anything her heart desired was fed to her with a silver spoon, she grew numb to wealth and the true value of luxuries, showing little excitement to new gifts. She often puts minimal effort towards both her schoolwork and tasks if they were to be assigned to her, preferring to simply laze around the household, browsing the internet and reading books. If ever given the opportunity to, Elisa shifts responsibilities to those around her, convincing them to do her work for her. Having done this for countless years, it turned her into a charismatic and manipulative woman.

    While lazy, Elisa is surprisingly bright—though these talents are usually squandered. She possesses a natural talent to quickly grasp various concepts in her academics, allowing her to gain proficiency in fields in a relatively short amount of time. Due to this, alongside her laziness, Elisa is extremely undisciplined. She doesn't understand or possess the ability to pace herself or care about the importance of some tasks. She possesses the ability to be efficient and hardworking, though she opts to simply engage in short-term excitements and activities.

    Despite this, Elisa is a friendly, helpful individual. While almost incapable of helping herself, she often lends a hand to others, ironically peeved when those around her can't show motivation in the tasks given to them.

    Likes
    - Reading
    - Browsing the internet
    - Napping
    - Sweets
    - Travelling

    Dislikes
    - Her lack of friends
    - Strenuous outdoor activities
    - Household chores
    - The inability to receive something she wants
 
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Judith Robinson

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Who Am I?

Name: Judith Robinson
Nickname: Judy (friends), Disappointment (family)
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation Straight? Questioning? Confused.
Age: 25
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 115 lbs
Hair Colour: Dark brown, dyed platinum blonde
Eye Colour: Icy Grey
What Am I Like?
Likes:
  • Ice Cream
  • Working out
  • Parties
  • Alcohol
  • Cats
Dislikes:
  • The quiet/being alone for too long
  • North Town
  • Mess
  • Surprises.
  • Her family
Skills:
  • Can analyze situations and handle lots of stuff
  • Leadership
  • Can operate lots of farming equipment
  • Knows the perfect ice cream scoop size
Occupation: Ice Cream Slinger and supervisor at Glasslake’s Ice Cream Parlour; Soft Serve & Sundays!
Community Standing: Born into a North Town family but has since been removed from the family. Now she’s a West Town girl.
 Major Flaw: Dependency on the bottle. When drunk or tipsy she can finally express her emotions and how she’s feeling. She also uses it to let loose and be a little crazy. She often depends on it too much.
 Personality: Outgoing Judith likes to consider herself the life of the party. The Judith that appears while she’s alone isn’t so sure of who she is. Which is why she likes to keep herself busy. When she’s busy she doesn’t have time to deal with her trauma and sort through her life garbage. At work, she is the supervisor that lets employees have fun at work as long as they’re getting work done. A happy employee is a productive employee. Don’t get on her bad side though, because the staff knows that when she’s supervising, she means business.

Outside of work, she is still a driven young woman. When she knows what she wants she will work her butt off to get there. She is a party girl through and through. She enjoys going to medium to large events where the liquor is flowing, music pumping and people dancing. She’s also pretty well versed around the game of beer pong.

At a party, you’ll see her loudly singing, dancing wildly or provocatively or chatting away with her friends. She can be clingy with her friends and loved ones as she never really knew love as a child. Now she just wants to shower love onto her friends so that they know just how much she cares about them. In public, she can mask all of her trauma and problems, which she can’t do so well at home.

Judith alone is almost a totally different Judith. Her family left deep scars on her brain and have left her confused about a lot of life things. While she’s been working on getting her family’s views out of her head they can sometimes unintentionally pop back in. Did she actually think that girl was cute or was that her trying to force those thoughts into her head? Is she straight? Her family pushed heterosexuality onto her and her siblings so hard that she doesn’t know. She drinks at parties, but she almost drinks more when she’s alone so that she doesn’t have to sit alone with her thoughts.
Where Has My Life Gone?
Birth Family:
  • Jonah Robinson (Dad)
  • Priscilla Robinson (Mom)
  • David Robinson (Younger brother -23)
  • Magdalene Robinson (Younger sister -19)
  • Jo-Anna Robinson (Youngest sister. Oldest of twins -16)
  • Martha Robinson (Youngest sister. Youngest of twins -16)
Current Family:
  • Noodle (Her cat)
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History: Judith was born into the Robinson family. A deeply religious family that lives in the North Town. As the oldest child, she was groomed from a young age to one day take over the family farm and uphold the values of their family and faith. She learned to operate chainsaws, use axes, drive tractors, and utilize other farm equipment, garden and interact with farm animals from the moment she was old enough to understand the safety protocols required. They also groomed into her the family values such as LGBT is bad, people of different races are bad, people of different religions are bad, people from outside of the North Town are bad, showing sadness and crying is bad, demanding too much affection is bad and other horrible hateful things. Growing up she never realized just how bad these ideals were, to her they were normal.

At the age of ten, she was introduced to a boy that was two years older than her and also from a North Town family. He was introduced as the boy she would marry once she was legally old enough to do so. Right from the moment she met him, she hated him. He was cruel to her. Always jeering sexist remarks and hitting her. It didn’t matter to him that he was the second oldest of his family and wouldn’t inherit his farm, and that it would be her farm he would be marrying into. Despite her strong disliking of him, she didn’t let it show. It only would have disappointed her parents.

At the age of eighteen, Judith brought a friend that was a girl back to the house. This girl was an East Town girl but her parents didn’t need to know that. In her room, the girl revealed that she was a lesbian and the two girls chatted back and forth about Judith’s beliefs and how the world was so much bigger. Starting to feel rebellious Judith asked if she could kiss the girl to see if she could be bisexual or lesbian. Her parents walked in on them. The girl left and Judith never saw her again. She guesses that she moved away. Her parents grilled her about Judith’s commitment to the family where Judith confessed that she wasn’t quite sure if she believed all of what her family instilled into her. Her parents kicked her out of the house and removed her from the family with only two hours to pack. She hasn’t seen or talked to them since. With the help of a kind teacher from her high school, Judith got her first apartment (which she still lives in), furnished it and got a job at Soft Serve & Sundays! Where she still works and has moved up the rankings to be a supervisor. Though it has been seven years, she is still confused about a lot of things, especially her sexuality and religious beliefs.

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austin atkinson
every next level of your life will demand a different you.
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austin atkinson.
[div class=tag]age.
27.
[div class=tag]gender.
male.
[div class=tag]sexuality.
pansexual.
[div class=tag]date of brith.
july 1st.
[div class=tag]place of birth.[/div] reno, nevada. [/div] [/div][/div] [div class="tabcontents tabcontentstwo" style="display: none;"]
appearance
[div class=tag]ethnicity.
caucasian.
[div class=tag]nationality.
american.
[div class=tag]height.[/div] 5'4".
[div class=tag]weight.[/div] 123lbs.
[div class=tag]hair color.[/div] brown.
[div class=tag]eye color.[/div] blueish grey.
[div class=tag]face claim.[/div] alex storm. [/div] [/div][/div] [div class="tabcontents tabcontentsthree" style="display: none;"]
persona
[div class=tag]likes.
fire, laptops, cooking, jogging, psychology.
[div class=tag]dislikes.
math, history, conspiracy theories, bears, nature.
[div class=tag]occupation.[/div] student; part-time grocery clerk.
[div class=tag]social class/community standing.[/div] lower class.

[div class=tag]personality.[/div]Over the many years he's spent learning from his prior mistakes, Austin has grown to be quite different than he had been at first. His impulsive and rash nature mellowed into something much more cautious, almost considerate. He takes the time needed to think over his actions before just jumping right into the driver's seat and going. Of course, there are instances where his former impetuousness comes back and he plays on whims. This is something he is still working on, especially when it comes to his pyromania. There's the chance, however, that this will never change and he'll be stuck with this recklessness for the rest of his life. Perhaps this is why he seems to forever act immature.

Introverted and rather shy, Austin himself doesn't do well in social situations. To fix this, he puts on an act, being incredibly childish and antagonistic. He often finds himself pushing people's buttons and testing just how far he can irritate them until they snap. However, if said person does break, he immediately does a 180 and beats himself up about it. It's this immaturity that he's trying to fix, considering that he's at the age where it's no longer acceptable. He doesn't know why he does this, nor what purpose this "other half" of him seems to think it serves, but he does know that it will need to be rectified if he's to have any sort of decent future. He's already been beaten up several times during his time in prison.

When he gets close to someone, he is very affectionate, but in his own, unique ways. He'd cook or bring someone a gift as opposed to outright stating just how much he appreciates their friendship. His childishness morphs into something much more innocent and playful with the people he enjoys spending time with. In fact, when it comes to his family, he loves to hug and be close to them. Such a physical display of admiration is something that would also probably translate over to his significant other, if he ever managed to find one.

The "real" Austin is actually rather quiet. When he's not overwhelmed or emotional, he allows himself to try and participate in regular conversations normally. By now, he's been able to comfortably speak freely like this with plenty other inmates, leaving him with connections forged on truth, not his persona. (Besides, his persona often winds up with him getting in trouble, so he's recently been trying to stop using it as a coping mechanism.) Although things have been good as of late, he's also found himself slipping down into darker territory, his freedom-loving personality aching to be released from prison. Perhaps, one day, he'll be able to live a good life with the availability to do what he pleases. Then again, reality is cruel. [/div] [/div][/div] [div class="tabcontents tabcontentsfour" style="display: none;"]
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Austin was born in Reno, Nevada to two loving parents. They had recently settled down in an apartment in Reno with the aims of starting a family. However, after Austin's first few years, when they tried to conceive another child, they struggled. It seemed like nothing was working. So they adopted. Austin and his sister, Lea, grew up rather well together. But when Austin hit his toddler years and found his father's lighter, something happened.

Austin liked setting fires. He lit some action figures up and watched their plastic faces melt off in satisfaction. Next was a batch of his stuffed animals. He almost got close to setting the entire house on fire if he hadn't been caught. His parents, worried for him, removed everything he could use to start fires. No more lighters, no more stovetop usage. This didn't stop Austin from trying to burn things in the microwave, however. For some reason, he was addicted and didn't seem to be letting up any time soon.

As he aged, though, he began to finally realize the morality of lighting fires. Learning right from wrong frustrated him. Why couldn't he burn things? He could do it safely if he had to, with a fire extinguisher by his side. It wasn't ideal, of course, but he didn't want to help himself. There was something about watching stuff burn that mesmerized him. He loved it. And yet, he was rejected. His parents were rational, after all, and knew that with pyromania came numerous disasters. In denial, however, they refused to get him properly diagnosed. Their son couldn't possibly be that messed up, after all. He was just "troubled", and they wouldn't let him do anything potentially harmful to himself or others.

In his teen years, Austin joined a gang as a grasp out for freedom. His parents were too overbearing, refusing to let him do practically anything anymore. Together, his gang shoplifted, graffitied the town, and cheated in school. They earned a name for themselves, always wearing red-painted facemasks when they spray-painted rebellious murals. It was Austin who took the initiative and led his gang on into the world of arson, fueled by his own desires. There were several close calls where Austin almost got caught by the police. As it turned out, it wasn't the police he should've been worried about.

Coming home late one night, Austin snuck in by climbing the tree near his window. Lea was there waiting for him, her arms folded. It was when she saw the mask he was wearing that she realized the truth: Austin was a gangster. She started crying but said nothing about how she really felt or what she was going to do, merely turning around and leaving a distressed Austin to his own devices.

Overwhelmed with emotions of regret, Austin left his room in a rage. He went out into town and set numerous trash cans on fire, watching their contents burn in a contained metal bin before moving on to the next one. It wasn't long before he was caught by authorities. As he hadn't removed his mask, it was suspected that his gang put him up to this. Adding gang enhancement to his charge of misdemeanor arson got him a grand total of eight years in jail. His sister never visited him, although his mother and father did.

Ashamed of what he had done, Austin worked hard to try and find ways to put his pyromania to good use. He found relief through cooking, quickly becoming one of the best chefs the prison had. Spending his free time studying culinary arts only to burn away his stress when making lunch for his peers had Austin in a much better mood than he had been in his earlier years in life. He looked forward to leaving prison and leading a better life.

Once he was free, he was old enough to be able to do what he wanted, much to his parent's dismay. He moved to Glasslake and rented an apartment there, signing up for a part-time job as a grocery clerk with the dreams of one day starting his own restaurant. Life has been going quite well for him so far, and it looks like he's been able to redeem himself.

[div class=tag]family/pets.
james atkinson: father; abigail atkinson: mother; lea atkinson: sister.
[div class=tag]musical theme.[/div] fire by bts.
[div class=tag]additional notes.[/div] pyromaniac; ex-convict; aspiring chef. [/div] [/div][/div][/div] [/div] [/div]
coded by luna.
 
Name: Stephanie 'Tiffany' Hyun

Gender: Female

Age: 27

Appearance:
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Likes/Dislikes
+Videogames
+Anime
+Motorcycles
-Losing her babies (She is pregnant with twins)
-Sharp Objects near her belly
-Tight Spaces
-Loud Noises
-Children getting hurt (Its terrifying to her as a pregnant woman)

Occupation:
Former Bartender

Social Class/ Community Standing:
Lower Class - Unknown since she keeps to herself and hasn't really talked to anyone since leaving her job as a Bartender

Personality:
As a child, Stephanie had the brightest smile and was the happiest little girl, but all that changed when she was fourteen after her Mother passed away. Because her Father passed away not long after, she began developing a fear of getting attached to anyone, even if they were her own flesh and blood. Due to her fear of attachment, she didn't have too much of a close relationship with her grandmother, something that she would deeply regret later on. The only thing that she is attached to now, are the unborn babies within her womb. The idea of losing them scares her deeply and she would do almost anything to protect them.

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History:
Stephanie grew up in a working class family as an only child. Her parents loved her more then anything in the world and would do almost anything to see her smiling face. One day, her life was turned upside down when Police showed up at her house. It wasn't to have one of those nice conversations either. Her Mother was not coming home. Her grieving father soon faced a downward spiral; he lost his job, their home was foreclosed and they were forced into low-income housing. He had fallen into a deep depression, resorting to smoking and alcohol to ease the pain. One night...he didn't come home either and she was sent to live with her grandmother. Due to losing both her parents in a rather short period of time, Stephanie got scared of getting too close to anyone. Her Grandmother passed away right after she graduated high school, furthering her fear of getting attached. Now alone and mostly estranged from her relatives, Stephanie went on to become a bartender after a handful of dead-end jobs.

Her life is mostly spent in solitude. If she wasn't at work, she was at home playing videogames, at the gym or riding her skateboard. One day, Stephanie stopped showing up at the bar, having turned in a two weeks notice and eventually quitting. Her regulars figured that she had finally snapped after years of loneliness or something happening in her personal life. In a way...they were right...

Family/Pets:
Father - Deceased (Alcohol Poisoning)
Mother - Deceased (Auto Accident)
Grandmother - Deceased (Natural Causes)
No Siblings
Estranged from Extended Family
Expecting Twins

Musical Theme: Sanctuary by Utada Hikaru

Additional Notes:
-Likes wearing dark-colored dresses
-She is 42 Weeks Pregnant (very much overdue)
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-Diagnosed with severe Antenatal Depression
 
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Name: Kix Tuesday

Gender: male

Age: 30ish by his own words. 38 factually.

Appearance: a gaunt, shortish man (around 5'10) in his mid- to late-thirties, with features narrow and sharp, almost all consisting of lines angles. He very much looks like a person who rapidly lost weight, as there's something extremely sicklish to the way he looks with waxy skin, and shadows under his eyes, and often bruises ehre and there he doesn't remember how he got. His jet-black hair is short, and seems to be cut with a knife each time something gets in the way, so he might come off quite mangy; and any facial hair is absolutely variable, and depends on whether or not he was at the mirror lately, albeit he generally dislikes wearing it during hot seasons. His eyes are often blood-shot, and of such light grey colour that they almost appear to be white, which looks very disturbing on reddish/pinkish sclera background. The man is always moving, whether looking around, clutching and relaxing his hands, rubbing his shoulders, shivering, and alike, as if he is in a constant state of being uncomfortable. This changes if he's under the influence, however, which calms him down somewhat, even if brings up a more violent side. He wears pretty much anything he finds, though has high preference for newer, prettier clothes; and almost always has thick glasses on, being terribly far-sighted.

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Likes/Dislikes
✔ peace and quiet, warmth, substances (almost any sort of drugs, really, though the leaning is to natural ones); violence and gore when under influence.
❌ politics, stupidity, manipulation, cold, beautiful people.

Occupation: criminal, in a way.

Social Class/ Community Standing: Old Money, somewhat leaning to Everyday on occasions

Personality: largely depends on whether or not he's working, under the influence, or filled with adrenaline. Kix is a choleric, being quite emotional, but inconsistent, changing his mind and attitudes rapidly, and being quite expressive with what he feels. He is not a very pleasant man to be around, being provocatively in-your-face, leaning to bullying and mocking people, and a terrible know-it-all. The man does like to antagonise others too much to be likeable, which might just be a way to express his own insecurities. He does not like violence, fights, and blood per se, however, due to his history gets to experience plenty of it, and when he does get that adrenaline pumping, his character rapidly changes into a more psychotic and violent one. He is generally dismissive towards comforts and views of other people but his own, and owns almost childish egocentricity that allows him to do terrible things to other human beings - be it mental or physical - but expressing absolute confusion and denial when something alike is being done to him. Overall, however, there should be no bet on his general personality and behaviour, as drug-induced and drunken haze, as well as withdrawals can present themselves in any way, making him fairly unpredictable, and making ones best bet into not running into a knife - keeping him in a constant lightly drugged state, which proves to be the safest. If you need to make a hard decision, however, this is the man you go to.

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History: the childish Kix and the older one are as different as it gets. A young prodigy, though living in rather horrible suburban conditions, with rations mostly consisting of canned food and overly salty snacks, managed to kick it off at school, and even successfully apply to scholarship when going to the big city university. He craved to become a doctor. In a way, he did. Whether due to genetics or just bad company, Kix did not manage to reach his goal, as his productivity levels in the uni were rapidly dropping while his addictions rose, and he was promptly kicked out before reaching the fourth year of his desired education. Life, however, did manage to turn things around for him. Not in a good way, no; he wasn't 'saved' by some knight in shining armour, neither did he realise the 'wrong' in his ways. It just so happened that, while earning a dishonest living through robberies and mugging in the next few years, he managed to get more and more contacts in the criminal underworld, and soon started drifting among the few gangs there were , becoming a valued asset as a 'field doctor'. You get shot while trying to rob someone's house, and dislike the idea of questions asked and police getting involved in hospitals? You're fourteen, got pregnant, and don't want to tell your parents? Kix is the man you go to. Albeit not really finishing formal education, practice led to mastery, and extensive knowledge of a human body, as well as general dismissal towards others also makes him a good torturer is any information needs to be gotten out of a person. Preferring quiet, rural enviroment, Kix didn't last long in the big city, settling in Glasslake around ten years ago, and operating through there. If someone really needs him, he thought, they'll have a freaking two-hour drive! He never really remembered how many people he violated like that, and how many he killed, neither he cares that much. Strangers never really deserved his grief or any emotional investment at all, which cannot be said about those he thinks of as fiends and family.

Family/Pets: his family is alive though not well; an elderly mother who used to be a prostitute (hence his "stripper surname"); and stranded father who was not present for the most of his life - both live somewhere up North, but are rarely visited, though on occasion are called to check up. Kix used to have a little sister who died as a baby, and he is not sure whether or not through his involvement. The man is absolutely sure he got drunkenly married at some point, but nothing else but the hazy memory supports this. Being bored out of his mind, he once tried to have a few fancy pet rats, but soon got bored out of them as well, setting the animals free, and just maybe-ish creating another rodent infestation in the neighbourhood. One of those rats still comes over to ask for food. Or take it.

Musical Theme: I'm not twelve

Additional Notes: do not expect him to remember both his own backstory or yours. Or yourself. He's probably too drunk to, not to mention he doesn't care.
His backstory and few facts are intentionally vague to be changed and used in the story if this is necessary.


 
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    Gender: Female
    Age: 19
    Occupation: Farmhand
    Social standing: Low (Northern Glasslake)

    Likes:
    • Country music
    • horses + riding them
    • Christianity
    • The outdoors
    Dislikes:
    • Swearing
    • Selfishness/vanity
    • Straying from tradition
    • Questioning/challenges to her religion

    Family:
    • Grandfather - Elijah
    • Grandmother - Eve
    • Father - Matthew
    • Mother - Mary
    • Older brother - David
    • Older brother - Adam
    Pets:
    • Pet horse - Patches
    • Farm doggo - Argo

 
Topher Graden

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Age: 45
Height: 5’11”
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Occupation: Journalist

Appearance: Black greasy hair, and a thick five o’clock shadow. Topher wears a white collared shirt with a maroon tie (a gift of his father’s.) Topher also wears a navy blue vest and suit pants. Topher has an average physique. He lean and cut, but isn’t the strongest individual.

About: Topher is a journalist from “Tomorrow’s News Today.” He has been working in the field for nearly 20 years this fall and is used to the drooling work process. Topher has a wife of 15 years, June; and a 12 year old daughter, Abby. Topher was sent out to cover the story of the disappearances in Glasslake. Topher doesn’t like to be away from home and does not want to get too close to this story. The closer he gets, the more his life may be on the line. A man constantly reminded of his past, Topher deals with anxiety and anger management issues. A problem that got so bad a few years back that he nearly beat his wife to death. A memory that Topher is constantly haunted by.

Social Standing: Out of town, not from Glasslake, but fairly wealthy. A steady job and family life.

Likes: Reading, writing, smoking, and watching baseball with his father in law.

Attributes: Topher is quick witted and tempered. He’s very outspoken about his opinion. Topher tries to use this brain more than his brawn, but often his anger gets the best of him. Topher is guilty of his past and tries to right his wrongs through his actions. Topher doesn’t not like being pushed around and never gives up even when al hope seems lost. When we puts his mind to a story, he sees that it is finished.
 

Daniel Dale
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Name: Daniel Dale

Gender: Male

Age: 60

Appearance:
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Handsome and tall, Daniel has benefited from the easy social life and good graces that his looks have afforded him. His larger than average nose, which may have been unattractive on other men, fits on his face perfectly. He stands over six feet tall and works to maintain his slender build. Even at his age, he insists on staying in shape. The fact that he is single acts as additional motivation for him.


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Likes/Dislikes: Since moving to Glasslake, he has lived a quieter life, finding enjoyment in the small things: good coffee, walks through the woods, reading a book outside in a hammock. It might be cliche, but it is also a far cry from the hustle and bustle of his old life. He is not saint, though. He still likes his money, dabbling in day trades and risky investments, fast cars, and expensive alcohol. He dislikes young children, lazy people, and his ex-wife.

Occupation: Retired stock trader. Daniel did well in business and was able to retire ten years earlier with more than enough money for a comfortable retirement.

Social Class/ Community Standing: Upper class. Snobbish, in fact. He couldn't really answer on his community standing. He tries to stay out of things, but people probably see him as the lonely rich dude.

Personality: Once arrogant and thinking himself invincible, Daniel has mellowed in his later years. He suffered great loss with a nasty divorce, which left him alone and estranged from his children. He had a few years of ups and downs: depression followed by partying and hookups. After that, though, he found God, meditation, and the beauty of nature. He moved out to the suburbs and devoted himself to being a better person. He is quieter now, trying to embrace kindness in hopes of, perhaps, reconnecting with his kids. As hard as he tries, though, his arrogance does sometimes show itself. He's friendly enough, but seems wary to make actual connections with people. He stays mostly to himself.

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History: Daniel had a fairly average middle-class upbringing. His father was a factory worker and his mother stayed at home, back in the day when a family could do that and still be considered middle class. He went to school, got into enough trouble to have fun, but not enough to ruin his life. He got more serious in college, earning a good degree and moving to the city to work in stock trading. He took to the partying and frat-like atmosphere that the industry offered, and had some wild years. He finally settled down in his late twenties with a woman he met at a bar, Susan. They got married, had a couple kids, and shortly thereafter Daniel returned to his wild nights and series of romantic conquests despite being married. He got away with it for a surprisingly long time before Susan caught wind of it, and ugliness began. He was sued for divorce and all the dirty laundry was aired out. His children learned every sordid detail of his affairs and wanted nothing more to do with him. He lost half of everything he earned and found himself alone.

As stated above, this led to years of debauchery followed by a bottoming out. Since that happened, he has tried to live a better life and be a better man, hoping to reconnect with his children, though neither of them will speak with him to this day. He moved to Glasslake, bought a big house, and spends most of his time living his best life: walking around town, enjoying the quaintness of a suburb, and generally trying to stay out of trouble.

Family/Pets: Susan, his ex-wife, and two estranged children in their 30s: Bill, and Henrietta.

Musical Theme: Sympathy for the Devil, Rolling Stones

Additional Notes: None at the moment.


 
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