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Kumari is the genius behind the lyrics just saying

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Hush, little child don't say a word. I promise you will fly like a mockingbird. All you have to do is shut your eyes and cover your ears or you're in for a surprise...



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Background | This can be written in paragraph form or expressed in chronological events that changed your character in any significant way

Thoughts | What does your character think about this camping trip? Are they happy to reunite with friends? What are their thoughts on the hotel and why it's closed?

Extra | Whatever your beautiful heart desires. Also please know that face claims must be realistic!


Every breath, every beat of your heart, it could very well be your last. Do you feel your pulse quicken? The blood rushing in your ears? It's the only thing keeping you alive. But how long will that last you? How long will you live? It's just a game to him, and only he knows how to play. You better stay alert. Don't linger for too long. He can smell your fear. It's such an addicting scent, it makes him want to devour you whole. Tic toc now darling.


Disclaimer:
So this roleplay is inspired by various horror theme video games, the most prominent one being of Until Dawn. This is having a similar set up of that game, of the protagonists going up on a mountain to spend time in a cabin of sort, but it is different from the game such as what the antagonist is, story behind the hotel, ect. So if you notice similarities to video games, it's because I was inspired by some details from various games. If that bothers you I'm sorry, I'm trying to make it as original as possible, just using those ideas as a base. After all, horror troupes are fun~

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Roles:
The 'Smart Asian' || Played by SociallyAwkward

The 'Witch' || Played by SociallyAwkward

The 'Freak' || Played by _____

The 'Loser' || Played by _____

The 'Hollywood Star' || Played by _____

The 'Dropout' || Played by _____

The 'Prodigy' || Played by _____

The 'Player' || Played by _____

The 'Director' || Played by _____

The 'Leader' || Played by Kumari

The 'Underdog' || Played by Kumari

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The Witch
Name_ Gwendoline Circe Dormer
Nickname_ Gwen
Age_ 23
Gender_ Cis. Female
S.O_ omnisexual
R.O_ omniromantic
Birthday_ 10/13
Zodiac_ Libra

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Ethnicity_ Irish/Canadian
Height_ 5'6"
Weight_ 125 lbs
Hair_ Ginger
Eyes_ Emerald green that has a blue hue to them

Style_ x o x o
Mods_ Ear, navel, septum pierced
Tattoos_ x o x o
Scars_ Will be explained

hey boi

Information
Likes_ Magic, herbs, teas, homemade things, crafts, cats, constellations, tattoos, drawing, baking, witch aesthetics, rings, dark boho fashion, helping others, palm reading, reading, lavender, nature, journals, love stories, spiritual things, jewelry, making 'potions' for her cafe

Dislikes_ Violence, herself, being alone, unbalanced things, unrequited romances, heartbreak, hurting others, animals in pain, being forgotten, her family, drugs, alcohol, thick headed people, betrayal, watching her life fall apart around her

Fears_ Abandonment, drowning, dismemberment, torture, old school surgical needles

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Habits_ Having those aesthetic 'witch' tattoos on her fingers, buying charms whenever she's stressed, drinks chamomile if ever uncomfortable, will trace an infinity sign on her left wrist to calm herself, looks at the sky when lying

Strengths_ Reading people, taking care of others, treating wounds/sicknesses, cooking, basic survival, noticing small details most overlook, photographic memory, quick thinking, thinks outside of the box

Weaknesses_ Physically weak, any human or animal, children especially, fighting, has no voice most of the time, insecurity, will risk self to save others

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Vices_ Too trusting, gullible, self destructive, envious, ashamed of self, fearful
Virtues_ Unique, different, creative, accepting, insightful, caring

Gwen is odd. She always has been. Her personality has caused her to be looked at differently, many people staying away from her, while others are drawn in by her quote on quote, freaky personality. She is often compared to a witch. With her long fire like hair, green eyes, rings adorning every finger, a mythical scent to her skin. It just screams magical. Gwen doesn't believe she's a witch, no, she's not dumb. But she has an extremely strong connection to her spiritual beliefs and isn't ashamed of her ethics and morals. Due to the fact she has such an odd lifestyle, she tends to be a bit of a loner, but it doesn't change how she is towards everyone.

You see, Gwen has this habit of being one of the most unique and interesting people you will meet. A carefree yet kind smile, eyes sparkling with adventure, it's no surprise that she is someone you will do crazy things with. A bit soft spoken, sometimes it takes Gwen awhile to warm up to you. Though once she does, she's really a friend that most take for granted. She is the type who will make you your own personalized teas for when you're sick, and make sure to help you in any way she can. Her heart is overflowing with kindness as she tries to help whoever she can.

Full time cafe owner and part time psychic, this girl knows a lot of things. Touching back to the witch thing, in her childhood, Gwen found that she had a talent for telling fortunes and later learned to be very good at palm reading, and would even use tarot cards to do readings. Her quirky and odd talents are when set her apart from the rest. Very gentle, it's unlikely you'll hear Gwen swear or participate in any form of violence. She's a very careful and almost spaced out young woman who has secrets that nobody will ever even notice.

Unnoticed. Gwen's biggest problem is that she is in fact a pushover. She doesn't stand up for herself very often, and will let her own feelings be hurt in order to help others achieve the happiness they deserve. Because she is such a small presence in peoples' lives, she is easily forgotten. Just the sound of her laughter, a flash of red hair, and that's it. She is used to fading out of the lives and memories of those around her. It's like clockwork and Gwen has come to accept it. She doesn't pursue anything it seems, and she is the only one never moving forward. Stuck in the same place, she watches from afar, a sweet and reassuring smile on her lips, forever hiding the truth inside of her blackened heart.

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Biography_ Gwen was born as an only child to a couple that wasn't fit to be parents. She was unplanned, and frankly unwanted until her mother had to be sober throughout the pregnancy and realized that she cared for the child inside of her. From the beginning she wasn't a problem. She rarely seemed to cry and would entertain herself without any fuss. To parents who were more concerned on how they were going to afford another joint, she was the perfect child. Her childhood is a blur of a small house, the smell of decaying wood, nights spent listening to her overly drugged parents tell stories, and Gwen creating a world that she was desperate to live in.

The family of three didn't let Gwen attend school until she was in the fourth grade. She was the only redhead there, her lanky body setting her out from the rest, with hair that she was often teased about. The freckles that were scattered across her skin made her cringe. Her hair, she wanted it gone. Her weird perspective on everything, she just wanted to forget it all. Everything was so different. Nothing was like when she was at home. There were no stories of children seeing witches or other mythical beings. Nor were there times that kids would try and have a spiritual connection to anything. Gwen was alone.

School life consisted of Gwen struggling to fit in. She was shy and didn't know what to really do most of the time. She was smart, and thought of unique ways to solve any problem, but it was so unique that she was often pushed to the back of the class. High school was the time that Gwen found herself being called a witch. Her hair had been cut off in a bob, perks to girls getting their candy stuck in it. Gwen's fashion sense, habits, and overall personality and beliefs didn't help her case. Bullied and teased for being a witch, she tried to change herself as much as possible. She wore makeup in order to hide her hideous freckles, and straightened her hair until it was burned and damaged. Scars made their way onto her skin the more she listened to the rumors. But for some reason, she never stopped smiling.

Happy and bright, Gwen completed her high school career with close friends, all of which went off to do bigger and better things than her. What did she do once she escaped high school? She moved to Montreal. Away from her parents. Away from her old peers. Hell, she mostly cut ties with her friends. She started over. For five years, she lived in Montreal and created something she was proud of. The Mix n' Match Cafe. It was a small dream of her's as a child, which became a reality. The small cafe consisted of home grown flowers that you could purchase, books of varying plots, mostly in the fantasy genre, and cafe goods that Gwen had created herself. It soon became popular because of the 'magical' and 'witch' like theme it had. In the process of creating her cafe, Gwen became the person she was more comfortable being. Herself. No longer did she care about who judged her for dressing oddly, owning a black cat, and being spiritually connected. It was finally her life.

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Thoughts_ Gwen was surprised that she was invited for the small camping reunion. After all, she figured nobody would even want to get into touch with her again. So naturally she was excited. However the excitement died once she returned home for Thanksgiving as her parents both passed away due to drug addiction and sickness. It wasn't a pleasant time at all, which was why she was happy to be distracted by a camping trip. But the idea of being near an asylum made her skin crawl. The things that went on in those places never settled well with Gwen, making her a bit on edge as they drove up the mountain.

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[nymphadora.]

sydney barbara cooper
fun fact: has never been seen without a camera for some reason

age_ twenty one
fc_ charlotte mckee
role_ the director

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- Jasper
Full Name // Jasper Callan Owens
N.N // Jas, Cal, Owen
Age // 22
Gender // Male
Sexuality // Homosexual {Closeted}
D.O.B // 07/20
Zodiac // Cancer
Role // Freak ​

So what if I'm crazy, the best people are.​

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- Information
Height // 5'3"
Weight // 90 lbs
Hair // Chocolate & Ear length
Eyes // Blue & Round
Mods // ears pierced, small yin and yang tattoo on back of neck
Style // X. X. X. X.
Scars // Long scar down his forearm from his ever loving cat. A scar on his thigh and a scar on his side.
Ethnicity // Canadian & French

Likes // Open minded people, Bats, Small animals, Being himself, Music, Fantasy books, Skateboarding, Coffee, Bracelets & Necklaces, The color pink, Headphones, games, Alcohol, Alice in Wonderland, pajamas

Dislikes // Homophobes, Rude people, Early mornings, Dolls, Horror movies, Ghosts, Bad stereotypes, milk, party poopers, popping balloons

Strengths // He knows a lot about the history of things, thinking outside the box, fitting in small places

Weaknesses // He's easily scared, can be extremely clumsy, he can hardly see in the dark, he's physically weak

Vices // Impatient, clumsy, careless, childish, gullible, pessimistic, silly, self destructive

Virtues // Creative, thoughtful, open minded, strong willed, loyal, trustworthy, hardworking

Background // Jasper was born into a rather tough life. His father (Peter) was a worthless violent drunkard who stayed at home on the couch all day. His mother (Sara) was an amazing person as well as a hard worker, Jasper having gotten his creative, and freaky personality from her. Though sadly having one parent who payed all the bills didn't allow them to live the most luxurious life. He was often bullied at school because of his hand me down clothes that he wore, or because he didn't have most things other kids did have. He didn't think much of it when he was younger and while he didn't have any friends, he had enough of an imagination to not get bored or lonely. He often times read, his personal favorite being "Alice in Wonderland" and wasn't afraid to let his freaky pesonality show. He wore his pajamas to school a lot and even brought a blanket and pillow with him so that he could sleep in class. When he started middle school people heard about his father and added another thing to the list of reasons they bullied him. He did his best to ignore the constant shoving and teasing and did his best to be himself, even if it meant people thought he was weird and disliked him. It was halfway through sixth grade that he began getting into fights. Because he was naturally skinny and the fights were unfair, he usually didn't win, although he got a few good hits on them.

Jasper wasn't known to have much of a violent childhood (except for with his father) and came to a surprise when he came to school or from school supporting many bruises and cuts. His mom knew very well about the fighting in school, although she couldn't do anything to stop it and his dad could honestly care less, adding an additional couple from time to time. It wasn't until he was fourteen that his mom decided that her and Jasper should have a new start in life. She left her worthless husband, took Jasper and moved to another town. While the bullying wasn't as bad, people often still avoided him for being a freak, though this simply encouraged his personality to show itself more as it had with his old school. He made a small group of friends throughout his high school years, though once college started he lost all contact with them. Once he was eighteen he got a job as a bartender and with the help of great tips, he soon moved out and into an apartment of his own. He got a blonde tabby named Alice, and a gray tabby named Chesire to keep him company. It turns out that the two just love to scratch, and Jasper always has cat scratches on him now and has gotten quite used to it.

Thoughts // Jasper's very excited to be going on a camping trip and is happy to be able to see his friends after not seeing them for a few years. After all, he was really only able to be himself when he was with them without being bullied for it. He's nervous about the whole it being haunted part, as he's always been easily frightened.

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Daniel Amano
Dan, Danny
The Underdog

Capricorn
23
01/07/95
Sydney, Australia
Canada
Captain
Infantry Soldier

Heteromantic
Demisexual
Single
Alice Jacobson
Sonali Kandola

Janet Amano
Izumi Amano
Oliver, Olivia, Bradley

6'1" / 185.4cm
168 lbs / 76kg
Lean and toned
Chocolate brown
Dark brown, dyed ash brown

Left ear piercing
Throughout body
'Leap' on neck
01, 02, 03, 04

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persona•

During high school, he was both known and unknown. Daniel was the noticeably tall and lanky guy with the glasses and eye-mask fringe to match. Not many people spoke to him simply because he never tried to stand out or converse with others, caring more for his inner circle than those outside of it. Although unconfident and somewhat of a recluse, he could always make someone laugh or smile even if they didn't want to. It was one of his many hidden charms and was only known to those whom really tried to get to understand him. His relentless nature has managed to capture the friendship of many. His ability to stand up for those who needed help while forgetting his own problems an additional factor, if not the main cause.

Fast forward to the present, the male has kept a majority of his traits while building on some. Daniel doesn't run away from his problems, preferring to face them head on with honesty and a clear head. Running away has never been his forte and has been known among his peers to constantly try and fix issues. His confidence has also grown ten fold and he hardly ever keeps his thoughts to himself, often flustering those around him with his truthful tongue. This honesty proved a benefit to his career and relationships although sometimes it has gotten him into trouble with the higher-ups. Though, sometimes his honesty is a result from something darker in his heart that he refuses to acknowledge.

Responsibility, dutifulness, and bravery are other traits he's adopted throughout the years. Due to his military career, he's learned to care more for himself while being able to put duties and others before himself without hesitation (old traits that have gotten stronger). There are times when he can be a bit childish, however, like when he decides to tease instead of normally asking how someone is or how he can help. Sometimes he'll even pretend he's hurt or something to jokingly get attention.

When it comes to love, Daniel approaches it with a manliness and this has been the case for years. He doesn't hide his emotions when he genuinely likes someone and by no means will he try to unless there's a blackness underlining them. At times he can even be cute but rarely will he be flustered because of everything he's gone through.

Positivity aside, Daniel has a nasty habit of hiding the truth. While he doesn't like to call it 'lying,' it's very close. He does so because he doesn't want others to worry or deal with any kind of pain, preferring to deal with problems and hurt emotions by himself. In fact, Daniel's the type to keep all negativity to himself until he can't handle it anymore, which leads to minor episodes of depression, lethargy, and complaining. Moments likes these are when he tends to push others away and keep to himself, especially when he's thinking about something important.

He can also get a bit sensitive and moody, but being the type to put others before himself, he hides that away. Showing his negative side is considered a weakness to him, which is why he often comes off as superficial due to his lack of pessimism and the like.

likes

exercising, beer, communication, confrontation, honesty, shyness, people with passion and purpose, home-cooked meals, dogs, jokes, licorice, baked goods, fruit smoothies

dislikes

the cold, killing, rain, hurting others, lying, people who don't admit to things, cooking, some vegetables, cats, bananas, squid, intestines, candy that isn't chocolate, sashimi

strengths

mixed martial arts, knife fighting, quick reflexes and responses, his bravery and devotion, handling physical stress, basic military emergency treatment, most things combat/military related

weaknesses

the people he cares for, his long-time crush, overlooking other's emotions, blindly optimistic, small spaces, deal with explosion after effects, his shoulder during the cold

fears

people he cares for dying, natural disasters, terminal illness, loud sounds

habits

stuffing his hands in his pockets while walking, scratching his head when embarrassed or bored, shaking his head while laughing, waving things off when he doesn't want to hear it

history•

Daniel was born to Janet and Izumi Amano, an Australian woman and a 2nd generation Japanese immigrant. By then he already had two twin older siblings, Oliver and Olivia, whom were ages five at the time of his birth. The family of five consisted of happiness and the like while avoiding the military talk that Janet's side of the family aways seemed to bring. Eventually, the talk reached them which caused an exceptional gap to grow within his parents' relationship. In order to keep things steady, they moved to Canada for a fresh start, even if it was really an excuse for Janet's deployment to the country.

It was much later that his baby brother was born, a relatively lively baby that followed him around. Upon his younger sibling's birth, however, things once again became rocky in the Amano family. Daniel remained the positive child out of the four, which often lead to snarky remarks and snarls from the eldest brother and Olivia ignoring the issues at hand.

As the years passed, Daniel made new friends while keeping old ones, setting aside his family issues and focusing on his school life. Once he entered his second year of senior high, he fell for a girl named Nicole. He didn't mean to at first as it was simply an attraction to become her friend. Eventually, those feelings grew and he began pursuing her although each time he would be turned down. That never discouraged him though as he even asked the very last day of school, knowing very well that he would no longer be able to see her or his friends for the next five years.

Upon entering the military, Daniel's persona completely changed. People began noticing him more after his hair cut and his body building. It wasn't long before he was deployed to the Middle East, forced to assist other allying countries with the war against terrorism. There he made great friends with a fellow soldier named Jensen. A year into his deployment was where things took a turn for the worst. His base was attacked and his friend was blown to pieces before his eyes. Daniel fought through the shock and pain he was feeling both internally and externally as he went back and forth to retrieve the bodies he could, later earn a promotion and wide recognition across the armed forces.

After that, his position steadily and quickly grew until he was named a Captain and allowed temporary leave the summer of 2017. Daniel hopes to use his break to recover from the PTSD he refuses to tell anyone about and rekindle some of his old friendships.

timeline

• 2007 - Moves to the U.S. from AUS and enters 8th grade.
• 2009 - Entered senior high at age 15 (10th grade).
• 2010 - Fell for Nicole Tomlinson at age 16 (11th grade.)
• 2012 - Graduated senior high at age 18 (12th grade). Enlists.
• 2017 - 5 year contract ended during the summer.

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thoughts

Daniel is quite excited for the trip. He needs the break more than anyone knows and he's glad that he's able to spend that time with old companions. It's been five years since he's seen his friends, only hearing from them through letters and short phone calls. There's a lot he wants to catch up on and he's curious as to how much everyone has changed. The idea of an asylum is a bit iffy in Daniel's opinion. He'd like to assume that it's closed due to old age and that his friend's grandparents were simply being sentimental or respectful towards the practice. Whatever happens though, he's just going to following along from the back like he did during his high school days.

relationships•

gwendoline dormer

Gwen was the very first friend Daniel made upon moving to the U.S. He was skeptical as first because he was a bit of a recluse at the time, but she quickly grew on him after being around each other all the time. He bares no romantic feelings towards her and sees the girl as a sister rather than a potential partner. She's a person the guy would risk a limb for if it came down to it.

nicole tomlinson

Probably the one girl he'd definitely take a bullet for, Nicole has been Daniel's crush since the beginning of 11th grade. He pursued her relentlessly during high school and has never once thought negatively of her regardless of the whispers going around campus. With rekindling with her, however, he'll show less interest since so much time has passed and feelings can die out. The now confident Daniel Amano will probably tease her though and ask if he was a worthy candidate yet.

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daniel a.
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The King
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Zodiac_ Leo
Role_ The Smart Asian

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Ethnicity_ Korean
Height_ 6'2"
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Style_ x o x o
Mods_ Ears pierced
Tattoos_ x o x o
Scars_ Will be explained

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  about her:

  Full Name: Brea Nikkole Reagan
  Nickname: Bree
  Age: 23
  Gender: Female
  Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Bisexual with male preference
  Zodiac: Virgo
  Role: The Hollywood Star
  
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  Height: 5'6
  Weight: 130lbs
  Hair: Blonde
  Eyes: Blue
  Mods: A lily tattoo on her left ankle, ears pierced twice on each lobe, an industrial bar.
  Style: x - x - x - x
  
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  the good & the bad:

  Likes: thunderstorms; performing; jewelry; coffee
  Dislikes: people who have to be the smartest; math; black and white movies; cheap wine
  Strengths: she's brave; she's honest; she adapts easily to change
  Weaknesses: she's stubborn; she's prideful; she's impatient
  
  Vices:
  -Brutality (defined as being unrelentingly harsh & severe. even working in show business, she can't help her brutal honesty sometimes.)
  -Callousness (defined as no concern when others might be hurt or upset. goes hand in hand with the brutality. in her opinion, if you can't take it, you shouldn't have caused it.)
  -Vanity (defined as excessive pride, especially in appearance. she always has to look good, even if she's only running to the mailbox.)
  -Stubbornness (defined as unreasonably determined to persevere or prevail. a must have in her line of work.)
  Virtues:
  -Assertiveness
  -Commitment
  -Confidence
  -Flexibility
  
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  background:

  Background: Brea was born to a family of high achievers. Her father was a high-time pharmaceutical rep, and her mother had her bachelors in nursing. She has three older siblings: two sisters and a brother. Her oldest brother and sibling went off to become a doctor, and her two sisters (who are twins) are both nurses like their mother. Brea was the only one in the family who didn't want anything to do with the medical field. That doesn't mean she didn't have what it took, she is a very intelligent girl. She just preferred... the entertainment industry.
  
  Ever since she was little, she was obsessed with movies, music videos, podcasts, youtube channels, tv shows. Anything that had to do with that industry. She taught herself how to do her own eyeliner, and ever since then, it was game over. Her parents were not supportive of her wants and dreams, and continued to drill into her head that she needed to graduate high school with honors to get into the best college. Well, she did graduate with honors-- but then she ran off to Hollywood. LA is a beautiful city, and although she hasn't made it Jennifer Aniston big, she will keep trying and taking the jobs she can get until then. She makes enough doing commercials and small movie roles to live in an apartment with one roommate maybe an hour or so away from the beach, depending on traffic. Usually less time than that.
  
  Thoughts: Brea is excited to meet up with her old time friends! Living in LA, not knowing anybody is lonely as hell, considering the amount of time she used to spend with her friends. She definitely believes in ghosts and spirits, and doesn't plan on doing anything to upset them. But haunted things fascinate her at the same time, and she can't wait to be at the hotel with her friends, so close to an abandoned asylum.
  
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Priya Kapoor
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The Leader

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00/00/00
Canada
Canada
Ambassador Intern for India

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Sonali Kapoor

Oliver, Olivia, Bradley

5'5" / 000cm
125 lbs / 000kg
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Left ear piercing
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'Leap' on neck
01, 02, 03

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persona•

Personality will go here -- passionate, activist, child when it comes to love, serious about work, can be clumsy, isn't afraid to back talk, stubborn, hard headed, empathetic, compassionate.

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Full Name | Jaspar Philip Hobbs
Nickname(s) | Jay, JP, Hobbs
Age | 22
Gender | Cisgender
Orientation | Homosexual
Zodiac | Gemini
Role | The Dropout

Height | 5'4.75''
Weight | 112lbs
Hair | Dark Brown
Eyes | Dark Brown
Mods | Three Holes per Ear (the left has a black gage and a silver loop whereas the right ear has a black gage, a gold loop and a silver loop) as well as the bottom left middle of his lip being pierced (normally a lip ring but sometimes it's just a normal stud.) and a eyebrow bar. His arms are covered in tattoos.
Style | Punk Aethestic

Likes | Night Time, Ice Cream, Hot Cocoa, Dogs, Music, Cartoons, Dragons
Dislikes | Early Mornings, Clowns, Death, Cats, Mushrooms, Coffee, Math
Strengths | Musically Gifted, Agile, Fast
Weaknesses | Physically Weak in all other areas but speed, Sucks at Math and Science

Personality |
Though he is often thought to be mean or arrogant from his 'I hate everyone' nature, Jaspar is actually a friendly person. He is very loyal to the few people he is friends with and would do anything for them. He'd die for those he trusted and is happy when around them, but being around them for too long unsettles his anxiety. He lies a lot to the anxiety he feels and lying is what first caused the anxiety

He is a nice guy but he's also a misfit. When he was a teen he was known for being the kid who went against everything people said but as he matured he soon realised that his intuition had to come first over everything. His intuition is usually right so he sticks to it rather than overanalysing a situation. This can be bad though as he tends to rush into things which can hurt him and people around him.

He is incredibly smart. He would've graduated high school but he dropped out. He is smart as all fuck but that sometimes has lead him to be selfish, boastful and a bad decision maker but he tries not to be anymore. He doesn't want to appear to be a mean person but trying to repress the bad traits leads him to have long panic attacks which he struggles to come back from.

Background |
I wrote it all out but the site deleted it...
- Born to Bella and Christopher. Bella is a florist. Christopher is a priest. He was a child protigy, knew three languages and three instruments by the age of 8. When he was 11 his mother was diagnosed with cancer and she died a year later, her last wish being for her little angel to follow his heart and always trust it as she'd lived the best life doing just that.

- He moved to his mother's hometown with his Dad where she'd be buried. He changed schools and became a rebel child, not doing anything anyone told him, skipping classrooms, spray painting and damaging property, doing drugs and committing arson. He was told when he was 16 that he'd have to either clean up his act or be sent to a snooty rich kid school where he'd have to go by strict rules. He said screw that and instead went on tour with his band, Forever Phoenix.

- The band was made up of 5 people, Peter on Lead Vocals and Lead Guitar, Him on Backing Vocals and Rhythm Guitar, Kyle on Keys and Acoustic Guitar, Bryan on Bass, Edd on Drums. When Peter dropped out, Jaspar stepped up to be lead vocalist and lead guitarist. Bryan and Kyle did extra vocals to help and Kyle practically dropped what he previously did and took up Jaspar's previous role in the band. As for keys, Edd started doing keys. They toured more and actually became more famous than before actually signing to a label and releasing their own studio albums.

Thoughts | Jaspar came with them because his bandmates said it would be a good way for Jaspar to take a break. They thought he was working to hard and wanted him to get out more despite the man clearly not wanting to.

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Sebastian Moss

Spoiler

Full Name | Sebastian James Moss
Nickname(s) | Sebby
Age | 26
Gender | Male
Sexual/Romantic Orientation | Closeted Bisexual
Zodiac | Scorpio
Role | The Player

Height | 6'
Weight | 150lbs
Hair | Black
Eyes | Brown
Mods | Ear Lobes Peirced, Right Eyebrow Peirced
Style | Stylish, urban, fashionable

Likes | Chocolate cake, Cooking, Flirting, Sunglasses, Summer
Dislikes | Rain, Winter, Fruity deserts, Being Rejected, people who just give up,
Strengths | Physically fit, Good at Rock-climbing, eloquent
Weaknesses | Not very book smart, bad at moving quietly, Gets panicky in small enclosed spaces

Vices |
Hot-Headed,
Gets angry very easily, especially when his decisions are questioned or if people test his patience or refuse to listen to him. When angry he becomes much more likely to do something he will regret, however he is not usually for violent confrontations, he will if he feels threatened.
Egotist,
Seb has a bit of an ego, has since high school. He enjoys talking himself up, impressing people and generally bragging about all of his sports related achievements
Reckless,
Will act upon impulse and emotion rather than using his head.
Commitment Issues,
Finds it hard to commit to a job, a person or most other things, and is constantly getting bored and moving on. He thinks it will bring him a fuller life but it is also because he is scared of ending up like his parents who hate their job, their friends and
each other
stubborn
Finds it hard to change his opinion on things, and doesn't like to back down in confrontations, even if he thinks he's wrong about something.
Virtues |
Optimistic,
Doesn't give up easily, he generally has a good outlook on life and tends not to lose hope even when things seem bleak.
Decisive,
Makes fast decisions and sticks to them. He doesn't think, he just does. He is very fast thinking and will never diliverate on something for two long. Even if he is not sure he'll just wing it.
Confident,
Sebby knows himself, he knows his body and he knows his ability to do most things. Everything he does, he does it as if he is confident about it. It comes across in the way he speaks and acts.
Eloquent,
Seb has always been very good at speaking. He is practiced in public speaking, creating good arguments and definitely in the art of flirting with people.
brave

Spoiler

Doesn't back down from physical confrontation. When he feels fearful he doesn't let it show. He is perfectly willing

Background | This can be written in paragraph form or expressed in chronological events that changed your character in any significant way

Thoughts | What does your character think about this camping trip? Are they happy to reunite with friends? What are their thoughts on the hotel and why it's closed?

Extra | Whatever your beautiful heart desires. Also please know that face claims must be realistic!

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Ava Mori

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= basics =
= nickname(s): avee, v
= age: 21
= gender: female
= S.O: biesexual
= R.O: homoromantic
= zodiac: cancer
= role: the dropout

= looks =
= height: 5'5"
= weight: 123lbs
= hair: thick, dark brown, waist-length
= eyes: deep brown, innocent, long lashes
= style: x / x / x
= mods: bellybutton piercing, tongue piercing, five cartilage piercings & two lobe piercings, wants to get her nose pierced (she just really likes piercings...)

= personality =
= likes: painting, 3am adventures, partying/just acting wild in general, the night, sleeping
= dislikes: mornings, hangovers, smudged paint, being told what to do, boredom
= strengths: determined, creative, open-minded,

= biography = wip

 

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Character Completion

• the
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  name...
  rory drew klein-leroy
  
  nicknames...
  roe, rowboat, roar, dipshit
  
  age...
  25
  
  gender...
  cismale
  
  sexual/romantic...
  homosexual/homoromantic
  
  zodiac...
  taurus
  
  
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  height...
  6'1
  
  weight...
  163.82 lbs / 74.3 kg
  
  hair...
  very dark brown
  
  eyes...
  green
  
  mods...
  none
  
  style...
  
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  likes...
  cigarettes.alcohol.dawn.nighttime.counting.breakfast
  
  dislikes...
  people.chalk.dogs.sunlight.running.blood.felt
  
  strengths...
  currently unattached to anyone.extremely calm.okay with dying.extremely observant.quiet.quirky.sarcastic.sly.witty.
  
  weaknesses...
  annoying sounds and smells get to him very easily.okay with dying.timid.
  
  vices...
  internal chaos.hard-hearted.self-doubting.insomniac.paranoid.
  
  virtues...
  cautious.calm.intelligent.quiet.
  
  
• 
  
  background...
  born in 1992 to Maria Klein and Joshua Klein. his parents divorced at the age of four, and his father hasn't seen him since them. it is unknown to him what happened to cause the divorce, if mentioned he will be offended. Steve Leroy and his mother married when he was nine. No more children were born until 2008, with his sister Leah Maria Leroy-Klein. His mother and his stepdad were extremely homophobic and Christian, but he came out in spring of 2010, when he was eighteen. technically he could live on his own, but he was still in high school, and ended up dropping out and living with his less homophobic aunt, Alana Springs. Newly free, Rory got a job and moved out by age 20. He no longer sees any need to go back to highschool, regardless of the pressure people put on him to do so. Rory lives alone in a small one bedroom house, with a lizard named Jeff.
  
  
• 
  thoughts...
  Rory was hesitant to accept the invitation, but his boring life as a Hotel Kitchen Manager has been the only time he's left his house in four years. With no entertainment, he's expected to need a break. No one really knew him that well in high school, however he's hoping to find his first boyfriend, now that he's shouted from the rooftops he's gay. He's extremely paranoid about the hotel, but he's honestly trying not to think about it.
  
  high school reputation...
  "cute silent type" "brooding hot dude"
  whatever you want to call him, he was undeniably hot. most girls thought that and wanted to date him. most people referred to him as "the school shooter," though, and people still find it hard to believe he is without malicious intent. his friends made many inside jokes and memories with him, and would agree that he's not a bad guy.
  
  

 

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NOTE:
very unfriendly to mobile and extremely small windows/screens.
also a bit shy with extremely large windows/screens.
hope you enjoy or whatever!!!
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Zephyra Rivers
The "Loser"

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full name: zephyra rivers
nicknames: zeph, phyra ['fear-uh], what have you. heck, she'll even respond to "z", as long as it isn't her actual name.
age: 22
gender: cisgender female
sexual orientation: heterosexual
romantic orientation: panromantic
zodiac: virgo, but if you mention it she'll make it clear that she thinks astrology is complete bs.
role: the loser

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height: 5'7"
weight: 132 lbs
hair: the bitter dark brown of an intense, flavorful lungo. medium length. always loose, never restrained in any way, unless she's on the ice.
eyes: blue-gray, wild, narrow, and almost always piercing, like uncontrollable daggers. home to a perpetually raging storm.
mods: a small, usually hidden tattoo of an olive wreath on her upper back. { ⋆ }
style: ⋆ | ⋆ | ⋆ | ⋆

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likes:
+ the fascinating expanse of the mysterious unknown that is called space.
+ the unparalleled feeling of triumph -- once forgotten, now within her grasp again.
+ literature -- the type of literature that has the power to sweep its reader into a realm so far away that reality seems a mere hallucination.
+ figure skating in an empty rink with no one watching.
+ heights.
+ snow-filled winters in all their pure, quiet glory.

dislikes:
- springtime.
- towering skyscrapers that almost seem to challenge her to a duel in their own mocking arrogance.
- massive crowds of people who wouldn't care to know the first thing about her.
- her own frustrating inability to control the direction of her life.
- perfect symmetry.
- any type of loud noise that isn't the high-pitched laughter of her mother -- but now, she's grown to detest the sound of that as well.

strengths:
+ logical, strategic mind.
+ chess.
+ lying smoothly and believably.
+ climbing.
+ extensive knowledge.

weaknesses:
- maintaining friendships.
- self-expression.
- handling emotion.
- highly structured environments.
- anything that is particularly important to her.

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the coffee filter that the average human being uses to separate external persona from inner personality is for some flimsy, to the point of tearing and depositing all of the burdensome coffee grounds into the open with merely a small amount of pressure, while for others reasonably secure, serving only to allow a carefully selected quantity of delectable liquid to permeate its thick barrier -- only the bits and pieces that the public wants to view, to taste, to admire.

for zephyra, however, this coffee filter might as well be composed of brick.

but as veiled in her own quiet sense of mystery as zephyra is and would like to remain, there are aspects of each individual that simply cannot be concealed. if one were truly to use brick to filter coffee, it is inevitable that at least some of it would spill over the edges onto the fine tablecloth beneath, where a hideous, unwanted stain would leave its mark forever.

she cannot always suppress the subtle smile that plays on her lips when she discerns the expression of defeat and resignation upon her opponent's face -- when she knows that only a few more moves will bring her to victory. she cannot always mask the constant whirlwind of bitterness and resentment churning within the depths of her gaze, warranted by years of subdued indignation and caged emotion, nor prevent her pulse from quickening in exhilaration when the thrill of adventure courses through her veins. only so much concealer can disguise day after day the dark circles painted under her eyes by the immense project that her iron-fisted perfectionism somehow forbids her to start until four in the morning before it is due. the occasional condescending glare, the look of barely repressed irritation, the air of tortured solitude that clings to her like moss to an aging rock, cannot always succeed in evading the public's attention, however preoccupied in their own matters they may be -- for few can avoid society's harshly judgmental scrutiny of everyone and everything that differs from what it expects.

it is needless to say that zephyra has always been something of an outcast; not once has she managed to sincerely express herself to anyone besides perhaps her canine companion, tempest, and her mother. deceit thus comes naturally to her; even when it is unnecessary, she takes advantage of her ability to lie, whether it be to feel the electrifying sensation of skimming across the potentially dangerous sea of dishonesty without being immersed into it or to obscure as much of her true self from the outer world as she possibly can. almost every word that emerges from her mouth is coated to some degree with either falsity, sarcasm, or both.

if lying were akin to breathing for her, the thirst for the invigoration sparked by adventure would be her incessantly beating heart, continuously pumping its restless blood to and from her lungs. it's the desire to overpower her greatest restrictions, to dive headfirst into a battle that will test not only her mental limits but also her sense of intuition. it's a challenge for herself, a competition with not only the world around her but also the zephyra of the past. it is conquest for which she yearns, and conquest she must achieve.

even so, no matter what one seeks in life, there is always something to hold them back, to keep them grounded. the rope around zephyra's neck, smothering the fire of her ambition, is woven from unforgiving cynicism; the chains that bind her wrists, squeezing dry her rationality, are laced with toxic pride; the thick, somber cloak that enshrouds her heart, blanketing the tender passion within, is fabricated from disdainful frigidity. too often have her flaws shielded her true qualities from light in which they would otherwise radiate with prosperity, unpolished they may be -- yet what is a virtue when it cannot overcome the greatest conflict of all: that which resides in oneself?

some would like to believe, nonetheless, that all individuals are given the opportunity to break free of these restraints, to rise above the abyss into which their faults have brought them crashing down. but it's difficult to escape when the only way out is through a coffee filter made of brick.

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perhaps it is merely an ironic coincidence that the one who treasured victory the most would ultimately be crowned the "loser" -- or perhaps it is simply cruel fate. few babies relinquish the comfort of the womb with the sole intent of losing in life, and zephyra was certainly no exception.

her mother, sylvia wright, often recounted stories to her of magnificent greek and roman battles, of massive wars between the gods and goddesses, of the ancient olympics -- tales of sacrifice, triumph, and loss. she told her of zephyr, the great, powerful god of the west wind, the one after whom she had been named, and zephyra would always stare at her with an intensity attributable to the pure inquisitive wonder that can only be found within the eyes of an infant. on occasion, her father, nathaniel rivers, displayed to her the pieces of artwork he crafted, some of which were inspired by the greek mythology that so enthralled his wife, but little could zephyra do but gaze in fascination. each enchanting myth, each glorious painting, was only kindling to the adventurous spirit that crackled inside of her, producing smoke of an aroma that stirred bit by bit her currently slumbering competitive nature.

it was on her fifth birthday that she wielded for the first time the weapon with which she would someday fight her way so close to the top that the pain from tumbling back to the ground would be nearly unbearable. as the last of the sun's footprints faded away into the evening sky, the expression of exhausted contentment shaped the features of her face, and her insurmountable drowsiness tugged her, stumbling along, to her bedroom -- only to encounter one final gift awaiting her on her bed. she tore the wrapping paper away in eager apprehension, revealing something she recognized from a small table in her grandparents' house at which her parents would always sit across from each other on thanksgiving. it was a chess board.

the night seemed to last forever, at least in the eyes of her father. her 7-month-old brother, caspian, offered no genuine challenge to her, so naturally zephyra chose to torment the only other person in the household who was not obligated to arrive at work at five in the morning. for hours upon hours after her scheduled bedtime, nathaniel taught his daughter the rules of the game, the various tactics, the merciless mentality, in surrender to her persistent demands. she drank thirstily from his seemingly endless fountain of expertise, stubbornly refusing to sleep until she had won a fair match with him -- but that endeavor was abruptly cut short when her fatigue eventually overwhelmed her earnest appetite for knowledge, and so she lay on the softly carpeted floor of her bedroom, her heavy head resting snugly in her father's lap.

although she rarely spoke in class and made only a handful of acquaintances, elementary school was to her a tranquil breeze, the calm before the storm. seldom did she refuse any opportunity to develop the depths of her consciousness, by means of either education or the countless pages filled with information on the internet, for learning was one of the experiences she most enjoyed. it was not long before novels, teeming with fantasy and drama, struck a cord of fascination with her as well. when she was not studying, reading articles on wikipedia, engrossing herself in an imaginary world within the leaves of a book, or climbing the northern red oak tree in her backyard, she was playing chess -- sometimes with her mother, if she returned from the hospital earlier than usual, sometimes with her father, when he was not fiercely concentrated on his art, and sometimes with caspian, though he was not quite as satisfying to defeat as were her parents. her desire for success had at last awakened, and her zest for adventure was now a roaring flame.

after months of practicing and developing a working strategy designed to deceive the opponent, she discovered that it was not impossible to vanquish her father, and from time to time she would. her mother, however, was far less vulnerable to her sly maneuvers; for years she remained undefeated against her relentless daughter, much to zephyra's frustration. but, as sylvia would often say, "what would be the point of playing if I just let you win?"

as zephyra soon observed, everyone has their own unique weak points, the chinks in their armor -- even the ones who most prudently ensure that they are guarded. by one particular late spring evening in fifth grade, she had painstakingly studied the patterns of her mother's techniques, and she was now prepared to strike. it was time for combat. she skillfully exploited sylvia's weaknesses and carefully monitored her own, taking to heart everything her parents had taught her as well as everything she had taught herself. there was something exhilarating about chess, the ability to command an army, the empowering sensation of choosing who lives and who dies. it was more than just a game; it was a battlefield. and when zephyra finally lured her mother into checkmate, much to sylvia's pleasant astonishment, that battlefield belonged to her.

she rose from her bed the following morning with a handmade wreath placed atop her head. it was obviously no splendid, noble crown forged from the branches of the sacred olive tree in olympia, but it was precisely as meaningful and felt precisely as rewarding. as zephyra stood silently in her room, her chin held high, she could almost envision the throngs of greek admirers surrounding her, congratulating her, commending her for her victory. a more satisfactory sensation could scarcely be conceived. yet when she rushed into the master bedroom to convey her gratitude, she realized that her mother had already left for work. nonetheless, she refused to remove the wreath for the entire day, but sylvia, hindered by a crucial surgery, did not come home until after midnight.

middle school rapidly approached, and zephyra was quick to join the school chess club, the older members of which regarded her with poorly concealed exasperation. she was little more than competition to them, as made apparent by one eighth-grader whom she overheard muttering to the captain: "when will the newbies stop coming?! I joined this to win, not to get trampled on by a bunch of sixth-graders!" but although zephyra entered the school-wide annual chess tournament with the purpose of emerging from it as the champion, she was eliminated early on, fortunately for those who were complaining so sorely about her; many of them employed tactics with which she was startlingly unfamiliar. after a summer of revising her strategy, however, she returned the next year, and the year after that, each time claiming the trophy. it was a combination of this indescribable feeling of triumph, her substantial academic prowess, and her newfound passion for figure skating that armed her for high school with a haughty self-assurance that she had never experienced before.

from this moment onward, there was no more breeze: only violent turbulence. zephyra rode into the next stage of her life seated in a golden chariot, crowned with a wreath of dignity and honor, but, blinded by her pride, she knew not how easy it would be to fling her from her throne and send her hurtling through the dust, abandoned and overridden by the very vehicle which had brought her forth.

spring allergies now assaulted her at full blast. it was a may afternoon in her freshman year, and her mind, usually sharply rational, was clouded with stress and discomfort. after thrusting a mucus-filled ball of tissue into a nearby wastebasket with visible irritation, zephyra drew near a round table at which a few other students were clustered, though she was unable to erase from her thoughts the world history test she had just received -- marked with her lowest grade yet. perhaps her registration to the high school chess championships, which she had been awaiting for months, would provide a sufficient distraction. but as she reached for an application, the firm grip of a hand on her arm brought her to a halt. with the tilt of her head, her eyes met those of a sophomore -- the one who was admired and respected by the entire school, recognized for both his outstanding intellect and his compassionate warmth. "hey, zeph . . . I don't think that's a good idea."

under normal circumstances, she would have remained utterly silent, but today, it was as though there was something she had to prove -- not only to this boy, but to herself. so she fired back a scathing retort, for the part of her brain that attempted to caution against her carelessness was now suffocating from a dense fog of arrogance. "and why's that? scared to lose to a freshman? but, you know, I can't blame you; it's going to be pretty humiliating when I demolish you in a matter of five moves."

a bit bewildered, the sophomore released his grasp on her arm, then handed her an application with mock courteousness. "I'd like to see you try," was his sole rejoinder.

confidence emanated from zephyra's presence as she made her way into the school gymnasium on the steamy june saturday of the tournament. she was ready to conquer, as her uncharacteristic high-heeled shoes indicated to those who detected their pompous click on the glossy hardwood floor. her determined gaze intimidated the first few contestants she confronted, and each of them she seemed to defeat with relative ease in approximately an hour or less -- yet as they retreated grudgingly to the bleachers, they glanced back at her with an expression of distinct resentment. across the gym, however, she observed that the sophomore she had encountered the previous month concluded each match with a cordial handshake and an empathetic smile, praising each student's competence and wishing them farewell -- a stark contrast with her own frosty silence. nevertheless, she thoughtlessly ignored the growing crowd of supporters that constantly surrounded him, cheering him on as he played, to which he reacted with modest appreciation. all that surrounded zephyra, in comparison, was empty space, as though she were encased in a bubble that completely secluded her and her ego from the rest of humanity.

tension drenched the humid evening air as the semi-finale came to a close. an uproar of enthusiastic yelling drew zephyra's attention away from the novel that had captivated her for the past hour, confirming her premonition: the student who would oppose her in the finale was, indeed, the sophomore whom she had vowed to destroy.

the very first wave of adrenaline bombarded her conscience, yet she did not try to ward it away. a rubber band tightened around her stomach, but no pair of scissors would release the apprehension that had accumulated within her. instead, she hoped that these nerves, under the proper amount of control, would strengthen her -- that they would enhance the speed at which she would calculate her next move. before she could charge into combat, though, she needed a breath of fresh air, and so she stepped outside of the gymnasium and into the vacant hallway, where the foul odors of sweat and disappointment were little more than a distant memory.

as zephyra bent over the closest water fountain, splashing its refreshing fluid onto her flushed cheeks, the sound of hasty footsteps alerted her of someone's approach. a single glimpse of his outgoing, radiant countenance identified the intruder as, much to her displeasure, her upcoming rival. "I'd like to make a deal."

if her mind had been wandering before his arrival, it now came to a sudden halt, its attention fully secured by the boy across from her. "go on."

"if you win . . ." there was a moment's pause as his eyes shifted toward the ceiling, as though he were contemplating his options with feigned indecisiveness, before they returned to meet hers once again. "I'll let you go on a date with me."

an irrepressible snort was zephyra's immediate response. for a minute, she was too absorbed in her own amusement to offer a genuine reply. he could not seriously believe that the remarkable reputation that he could provide was of any significance to her. "you're funny."

with an innocent shrug, the sophomore attempted to continue his proposal, dismissing the matter with a look of indifference. "your loss. and if I win --"

"no need to elaborate. unfortunately for you, that isn't going to happen." although the unwavering certainty of her declaration did not appear to daunt him, what did perturb the nonchalant composure of his demeanor was the interruption of a slender, attractive girl whose protective clasp of his upper arm and threatening glower in zephyra's direction unmistakably established her as his girlfriend.

an abrupt yank of the boy's wrist signaled to them both that the finale was soon to begin, and so, without another exchange, the two remaining competitors followed her into the gymnasium, where an enormous assembly of the sophomore's supporters -- representing a substantial portion of the entire school -- lingered in a frenzy of anticipation. "the best of luck to you," he murmured in zephyra's ear as he strode past her. it was time for war.

all of the tables that had once been crammed into the school gym were now folded and hauled aside, apart from one, which occupied the very center. the final chess board had already been arranged. while her opponent claimed the army of white pieces, zephyra recruited her own force of black troops, her crossed arms conveying her hostility. and in this manner, they sat on opposite sides of the table, the sophomore encircled by his friends, his family, his admirers, as well as his pretentious girlfriend -- yet nevertheless, zephyra's resolve did not falter. she glared at him with vicious resentment as if to say, "my name is inigo montoya. you killed my father. prepare to die." but his skeptically raised eyebrows and slightly curled lip seemed merely to answer, "darling, I've been prepared since the day I was born."

the following two hours were a blur of racing adrenaline, dangerously inflated pride, and the endless buzz of ideas that frantically navigated their way through the complex labyrinth of patterns and logic actively expanding in zephyra's brain. each deafening roar of encouragement when her adversary managed to slaughter one of her wooden warriors, and each scornful jeer when she slayed one of his, only served to fuel her intense determination to win. regardless, she was forced to acknowledge to herself that he was indeed a skillful player; his immunity to the slight tricks that ordinarily deceived all else, his unconventional yet ingenious methods, his headstrong refusal to surrender -- these were characteristics that not only tested the power of her mind but also reminded her, to some extent, of herself.

barely a handful of pieces remained when the finish line at last came into sight over three hours since the match had begun. zephyra could perfectly envision each turn that she would take, each piece that she would eliminate; a flawless scheme had been prepared, one that would be impossible for the sophomore to surmount. it felt as though all these years she had been scaling the face of a treacherous cliff that stretched hundreds of feet above a dark, ominous sea -- and now, at this very moment, its brink was finally visible. it was so tangible, so close, only a few inches away; she could already taste the flavor of triumph on her eager tongue. it was not only a challenge to her egotism but also a surrender to it. with each move of a piece, she heaved herself nearer to the top, effortlessly locating the sturdiest footholds, and soon her fingers grasped solid ground -- if only she could hoist herself over the edge -- just one final spurt of energy, and she would be unstoppable --

"checkmate."

as she peered over the precarious wall of rock which she had spent her entire life climbing, she was startled to find her chess rival towering over her. behind him marched an army composed of eerily familiar people, and flanking him was a slender, attractive girl who spat contemptuously in her face. each of their glares penetrated her soul like stinging nails, coated with venomous malice. only then did zephyra foresee her impending doom.

passionate cheering and applause resonated throughout the gymnasium as the victor rose to claim his trophy, while zephyra gaped in shock at her defeated king. there had to be some sort of mistake, her dignity insisted, and for a fleeting moment she was tempted to accuse him of cheating -- but she knew, deep within, that his success was entirely fair -- and perhaps that bothered her even more severely. she had truly lost.

before she could reach the doorway, for she was desperate to escape lest her classmates' disdain and her own chagrin engulf her completely, the urgent cry of her opponent's girlfriend persuaded her to hesitate. "wait, zeph! . . . I have something just for you."

the eyes of her boyfriend along with those of all of his supporters pursued her as she sauntered toward zephyra, only revealing her gift moments before she placed it ceremoniously atop her head: it was a makeshift crown decorated with the letters "L O S E R" in brilliant red paint.

". . . loser."

petrified with ignominy, zephyra could only stare in utter helplessness as more and more of her fellow students began to chant her new label, louder and louder, until the gymnasium was overflowing with their brutal, wicked voices. "loser! loser! loser! loser! LOSER! LOSER! LOSER! LOSER!" each one etched an everlasting scar into her heart, one that she would never in her lifetime find the strength to erase. as she clung to the cliff with horrified, pleading eyes, the sophomore's girlfriend stepped forward, as though to help her -- but instead she stomped with incomparable might on zephyra's rapidly draining fingers, forcing her to surrender her grip. she had come so close, but now she plummeted farther and farther away from the dream she had toiled so strenuously to achieve -- and then she plunged into the violent, tempestuous sea, swept far beyond everything that had once been important to her.

it was not until the vibrations of her phone in her pocket brought her back to reality that she was finally released from this nightmarish trance. and so she stormed through the exit, tearing the vulgar crown from her hair and hurling it into a trash bin, before answering her mother's call. "mom, please come pick me up . . . yeah. it's over."

when sylvia arrived, there were no questions. there were only the tears that emerged from zephyra's vulnerable eyes and the uncontrollable trembling of her chin. her mother understood. she was the one person on this cruel, wretched planet whom zephyra knew she could genuinely trust. for once in her lifetime, she unleashed the colossal beast that had for years swelled inside of her, that had for all this time been snared deep within her consciousness. her mother's car was filled with nothing but the hum of the engine and the forlorn sound of her sobs.

that night, no stars graced the expanse of sky above; either they no longer had faith in her or she no longer had faith in them. she had forsaken her greatest ally -- but her mother's unconditional love quickly replaced them. instead of driving home, sylvia took her daughter to a renowned tattoo parlor on the outskirts of the city, the workplace of one of her most intimate friends, where she had weeks ago scheduled an appointment for this very evening. at that moment, zephyra was designated a hero; a tattoo of a noble, elegant olive wreath was inscribed into the skin of her upper back. perhaps she was nothing more than a loser from the viewpoint of everyone else, but she would never forget her mother's words: "because you'll always be a champion in my heart."

rumors were rampant on the morning of the following monday at school. some believed that zephyra had asked her opponent out just before the match in an attempt to throw him off his game, others that she had insisted he abandon his girlfriend for her if she won the tournament, and still others that she had cheated her way to the top for the sole purpose of impressing him. whatever rendition of the story they conceived, however, all seemed to share one particular opinion: she was a loser, and a loser she would remain. no longer was there a single shred of hope that she might return once more to her treasured cliff, at least not during the ensuing three years; her only remaining option was to keep her head above the surface of the bitter sea for as long as she possibly could, endure the excruciating pain and distress that threatened to overwhelm her, and pray to whatever force of fate governed her life that she would not drown.

as the years progressed, it became apparent that zephyra's grades, which had once risen at an impressive rate, had reached the crest of its hill and now descended a steady slope toward failure. despite the recent collapse of her honor and respectability, she continued to expect highly of herself -- and the combination of this self-imposed obligation to be faultless, the nagging doubt that she would ever satisfy her own expectations, and her frustrating loss of motivation induced a severe tendency to procrastinate. on many occasions, she simply could not bring herself to begin her work until the last minute, for fear that she would not be able to achieve what she desired to achieve, and thus much of it was submitted either sloppy, incomplete, or late -- the epitome of what her lethal perfectionism most dreaded.

this was nothing, however, in comparison to what accompanied the end of junior year, when a crowded lunch on the first day of school after spring break provided the ideal opportunity for gossip to spread.

a line of students, ravenous both for food and for information, meandered through the center of the bustling cafeteria. although zephyra normally rushed directly toward a vacant table isolated from most of the commotion to feast upon one of her mother's homemade sandwiches in solitude, sylvia had left no lunch for her that day, and zephyra knew not why. but all human beings make mistakes from time to time, so despite her mother's usual punctuality, the matter was quickly dismissed, for her backpack contained enough spare change to compensate for the dilemma. the one setback was that she was thrust into the midst of the wearisome turmoil and scandalous chatter that characterized the busy hall.

it was only a few minutes before she was approached by a past childhood friend with whom she had several years ago drifted apart and who now treated her with as much disgust as did anyone else. in spite of the expression of feigned sympathy that she wore as she confronted her former companion, the obvious glint of mischief flickered in her eyes. "see your mom and little cas this morning, zeph?"

a sharp retort was on the tip of zephyra's tongue, but she managed to swallow it; she could not afford emotional strife just before the major french exam that awaited her in her next class. coldly, she turned away, hoping that the girl would decide to move along -- but she did not.

"'cause I saw them at the airport at three in the morning today, just after I got back from my vacation in europe -- which was amazing, in case you were wondering. okay, so maybe some italian guy broke into our car one time, but you seriously should've seen --"

"wait -- excuse me? my mom and brother were -- you saw them where?"

"oh right, so they were boarding this plane to . . . what was it? san diego? somewhere in california or whatever. but get this: they weren't alone. there was this hot blonde guy with them, and I am one hundred percent sure it wasn't your father. trust me, I know what he looks like."

little could zephyra do but gape in shock, suddenly unable to move her legs. the annoyed complaints of students behind her who demanded that she continue forward in the line were reduced to a remote murmur by the pounding of blood in her ears. "you have to be kidding. this isn't funny."

"yeah, well . . ." the girl drawled, prying her phone from her pocket and displaying its screen not only to zephyra but also to the flock of curious pupils who had gathered around the two of them. "I don't know about you, but I think this is pretty funny."

narrowing her eyes, zephyra leaned forward to examine the image that was so shamelessly exposed. indeed, her mother was seated at a departure lounge, caspian's sleeping head nestled in her lap -- and wrapped around her shoulder was the athletically built arm of an unfamiliar man with tan skin and light, windswept hair. the sign behind them indicated that their flight would leave to san francisco at 3:20 a.m. "I --"

"what, your mother didn't tell you she was leaving you? didn't tell you about her little affair?"

"you know what," zephyra hissed, her piercing gaze now ignited by a menacing fire within, "you better pray for your pathetic life if she's really gone, because you're going to need a real surgeon to give you a heart transplant. nurses like your sorry dad can only change band-aids."

as soon as the insult escaped her mouth, she wished she could somehow retrieve them from the invisible void into which all spoken words are eternally deposited; how could she possibly undermine the work of a nurse? but the tears that had already begun to blur her vision allowed her no time to apologize, and so she charged into the hallway in search of the bathroom, shoving aside anyone in her path and ignoring the girl's final outcry: "your dad's the one who should be sorry! his wife left him for another guy and his daughter is a total loser!"

when zephyra returned home at last, she discovered her father curled up under his covers, a bottle of vodka on the bedside table. "dad . . . is she really gone?"

a brief nod confirmed her worst suspicions. "the divorce papers have already been signed." his voice was hoarse and miserable; he had been crying.

the need to say something overcame her -- perhaps to console her father or perhaps to console herself -- but it emerged from her throat only as a strangled sob. on this note of anguish, she shut the door behind her and retired to her own bedroom, in which she wept for hours upon hours. there was so much she could not comprehend: why did no one say anything about this to her? why had her mother taken her brother with her? how could the two people whom zephyra had always imagined spending their entire lives together so suddenly diverge? but above all, there was the fact that the person in whom she had always placed confidence, in whom she had never lost faith, had now deserted her without a single word of farewell. the mutual trust, the indestructible bond between her and her mother -- it had been the one thing that kept her afloat, the one thing on which she always knew she could depend. at this moment, however, in her bedroom where there was nothing but pillows and blankets to muffle her screams and desperate cries, she was forced to acknowledge that that one thing had been torn away from her forever.

it was during the interval between her french and physics classes a few afternoons later that the sweltering volcano within zephyra's soul officially erupted. pressure and distress had built up inside of her since the day her mother had vanished from her life, and the failed french exam she had just received, while by itself comparatively trivial, rendered this agony so palpable that she could almost feel it clawing mercilessly at her will to live. she was suddenly conquered by the irrepressible urge to break something -- and so she, as her mother had done with her heart, split her pencil in half in the middle of the packed hallway, her furious resentment written in the hardened features of her face.

this act of partially released emotion was conveniently observed by the one and only girlfriend who had two years ago bestowed upon zephyra the infamous title she held. opportunity for the girl to establish her dominance had struck, and she certainly was not one to refuse the perfect opportunity -- especially when it exploited the latest rumors.

"aww, what's the matter, loser?" she taunted as she walked alongside zephyra through the hall, intentionally capturing the attention of several other students in close proximity. "lost your little tournament, lost your reputation, lost your 'academic excellence' . . . and now what? lost your mom, too?"

too late did she realize she had crossed a sacred line. for nearly two years, zephyra had endured the incessant scorn and degradation of everything she once held true, by everyone she once regarded with respect; not once, despite her temptation, had she surrendered to her desire for vengeance. but now, at the mention of her mother, something inside of her snapped -- perhaps the final strand of self-control that had provided her with something akin to a barrier, one that had for so long kept her from falling into shambles. her logical, methodical approach to every situation, on which her mind always so heavily relied, now seemed to dissolve, replaced by absolute anarchy. it was emotion that seized the reins, emotion that compelled her to pivot swiftly on her heels and hurl her fist at the face of the one who had provoked her. zephyra's knuckles collided squarely with the skin just under the girl's left eye with such force that she was knocked into the lockers across the hallway, breathing heavily and seething with rage.

"you might be a loser," she panted, one eye wide with horror and the other swollen and bruised, "but I never expected you to lose control."

several of her friends remained at her side as though to shield her, forming a semi-circle around her to comfort her, while the rest of the hall, buzzing with gossip, drained into various classrooms. guilt, dread, and alarming contentment rattled zephyra's conscience as she searched desperately within her mind for whatever might lead her to the right decision -- but either such a concept was utterly nonexistent or it was stubbornly unwilling to reveal itself.

it was not long before the principal arrived, decreeing that the injured girl be sent to the nurse's office and that zephyra be sent to his. he made a number of attempts to contact both zephyra's mother and her father, yet not once did either respond. a seemingly unending lecture, most of which was little more than distant babble to her wandering brain, resulted in a five-day suspension from school and the requirement to write a letter of apology to the student whom she had harmed. she composed the letter on one particular evening many months later, when the stars returned to kiss her goodnight and reignite the candle of her soul with the long forgotten flicker of hope. but never did she deliver the message, nor was it mentioned again.

the first seventeen years of zephyra's life had been without economic difficulty. she had for so long enjoyed the luxury of the upper middle class, which easily owed itself to her mother's lucrative occupation as a cardiovascular surgeon. while her father's artistic pursuits were at times successful, the amount of money he earned for the family was nothing in comparison to that which had been provided by sylvia -- particularly now that he had withdrawn into a state of irreparable despondency. although their financial agreement sustained them temporarily, zephyra acknowledged that she would eventually have no option but to work as much as she possibly could in order to prevent her, her father, and her house from sinking beneath the surface. and so, after having been denied a number of potential jobs due to her aloof attitude and history of school suspension, she was at last employed at the beginning of grade twelve as an attendant for the local ice rink at which she figure skated. a couple of families remote enough to know nothing about her past hired her as a babysitter as well.

more and more focus shifted away from her schoolwork and toward the necessity of procuring enough money to live. her long cherished dream of becoming an astrophysicist had been reduced to an absurd fantasy. again and again zephyra envisioned her classmates' smug expressions if she were to lose her home along with everything else; again and again she heard the sneering voice of her former rival's girlfriend, who now attended a reputable university miles away, pestering her in her head. each failing grade became commonplace for her; each dismayed glance she received from a professor became a sign of consistency.

distress swallowed her bit by bit, and it was on one of the days during which this distress felt hopelessly inescapable that one particular individual whom she had always viewed with something that resembled fondness took her under their wing and introduced her to a tightly knit group of fellow misfits. some had already graduated high school, some currently endured the same tedious last year that she did, and one had even dropped out. but they all shared a single characteristic: they had somehow been labeled as different from everyone else. it was in this circle of people who were united by the lack of the ability to belong that zephyra felt at last that she might discover said ability. with their encouragement, she salvaged her dwindling ambition to succeed, and thus found the will to apply to a few low-end canadian colleges.

in spite of the renewed support from a few increasingly close friends, her and her father's financial situation grew more and more desperate. already too long had they relied on the meager savings that sylvia and caspian had left behind; soon they could no longer ignore the looming difficulty of paying the mortgage for the massive, stately house of which they were now solely responsible.

on the valentine's day of the upcoming year, zephyra babysat a pair of toddlers while their parents retreated to a fancy hotel. but after they began to slumber, she stumbled upon an enormous wad of what appeared to be emergency cash hidden in a tissue box at the back of a drawer in the basement, as she had embarked on a quest for craft supplies which she planned to use for her biology project. at that moment, with her potential future just within her grasp, there was only one option, only one life-changing decision she could make. either she could watch helplessly as what survived of her family crumbled to pieces, knowing there was something she could have done, or she could exchange what scant self-respect she had left for a chance to preserve everything for which she had so tirelessly striven during the past year.

she chose the latter. I'm just borrowing it, the rapacious yet irresistible demon within her reassured. one day I'll return twice as much as I took. she never did.

after her childhood ultimately culminated with her high school graduation, zephyra bid farewell to those who, unlike no other, accepted her and her individuality. for the following two years, she attended a community college, which not only appealed to her lack of money but also promised her liberty from the restraints with which she had been bound to the brutal floor of society for all of three years. she was finally given the opportunity to start anew.

by the end of community college, she had excelled beyond expectations in most of the courses she took and had earned enough credits to begin her experience in a four-year college as a junior, where she thrived in the chess team and majored in astrophysics as she had long ago fantasized. her father, who had reluctantly sold their home and instead purchased an apartment that closely neighbored her new school, met with her frequently and continued to pursue his career in art with restored passion. although she could not enroll in one of the prestigious universities whose promise of measureless freedom and mind-stimulating education had always enthralled her, it was as though she could now discern land just on the horizon; no longer would she have to tread water aimlessly and allow the current of the sea to sweep her away in whatever direction it fancied. it may not have been anything similar to the magnificent cliff that had once been the center of everything she desired, but it still elicited hope and determination from the lonely depths of zephyra's heart.

perhaps there lies a potential queen within every pawn, as it is only when absolutely everything is stripped away, leaving behind nothing but the raw tenderness of the soul, that one can discover the feats of which they are truly capable. it is this fate which zephyra would like to believe awaits her, but still too many layers remain, waiting to be peeled away -- for it is not without difficulty that one may expunge the darkness of the past.

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each thanksgiving in zephyra's childhood had been spent at the mansion owned by her mother's parents. since the year sylvia left, however, neither zephyra nor her father had been invited -- and so every thanksgiving since then had been uncomfortable, infested with unwanted nostalgia and the unfulfilled need for closure. any invitation to abandon her responsibilities and embrace the thrill of the unknown was thus genuinely welcoming, especially considering that it so thoroughly enticed her increasingly restless spirit of adventure.

although she had not been a member of the group for a particularly long time, and although perhaps she still resented a couple of them for treating her with disdain in previous years, the opportunity to reconcile with those who had been willing to understand her and acknowledge her existence despite her pitiful reputation provoked within her a considerable level of enthusiasm. she may not have had the smoothest relationships with some, but this was her chance to prove herself, to prove that she was more than the incompetent "loser" they had known in high school.

possibly even more influential was her intense curiosity regarding the situation. an abandoned mountainside hotel, an eerie, deserted asylum -- it was all glazed with an appetizing layer of mystery. on very few occasions would zephyra refuse such a tempting offer. the prospect of the "personal reasons" for which the hotel had been shut down was subject to much of her skepticism; wherever there is something too personal to be revealed, there hides something equally dark and sinister, and it seemed to her without question that the desolate asylum was somehow relevant to whatever predicament had brought the hotel to a grinding halt. her inquisitive nature no longer had any reason to be suppressed; her days of struggling beneath the chains of her own despair, of frantically preventing herself from drowning in a sea of regret, of lying helplessly on the harsh, dirty path to her future, trampled by her own chariot -- all of it had now come to an end. with a strengthened resolve, she hoisted herself onto her feet and charged into combat without knowing whom or what she was against.

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mbti type: intj
fc: jessica green

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los · er
/ˈlo͞ozər/

noun

a person or thing that loses or has lost something, especially a game or contest.

i. [with adjective] a person who accepts defeat with good or bad grace.

ii. a person who is disadvantaged by a particular situation or course of action.

iii. informal a person who fails frequently or is generally unsuccessful at life.

iv. bridge a card that is expected to be part of a losing trick.

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[Parallax]

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Name: Nova Aleksandara Atlas

Role: Hollywood Star

Sex: Female

Height: 5"9

Orientation: Hetero

Hair: Purple into pink into orange

Eyes: Silver

Style:

code by pasta​

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A B O U T--M E
Nova is 23 and t r o u b l e d. Her father adores beating her where no one can see, among other things, and her mom was killed in front of her at the age of 11. A shot through the head while she hid beneath the car, her glassy eyes and pool of blood visible beside the tire where she hid. Ever since she entered school, she's gone through every phase known to mankind. But one stuck. The bitch. No matter what she did, she was nothing but a bitch to everyone who tried to involve themselves. She'll laugh at your problems and spit in your face.

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D I G G I N G--D E E P E R
She models, sings, and acts for a big time company purely for the purpose of getting out. She's unable to hold any laborous employment because of her secret heart failure. She has about a year, screwed over by drug and alcohol abuse from the traumas of her parents. Nova would have left a long time ago, but the part of her that suffers a lack of self esteem despite her gushing outer confidence kept her where she is. For every suicide she's caused, the deeper her vengeance digs into her bones. The more sanity she loses. She's eluded herself into thinking she's hurting her father when in reality, it's just innocent people.

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T H E--E X T R A S
To be added...

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Personality +: Empathetic, unbreakable, strong-willed, adventurous, fun, talented

Personality -: A bit of a major bitch, crazy, vengeful, thoughtless, flirtatious to a fault, likes to start things