yo. this is ditto. i'm just going to store my character sheets here. don't mine me. i just realized that i probably should start keeping track of these suckers. i spend a lot of time making these guys, and i don't want to lose track of them.
...lindsay kay......current face claim: froy gutierrez...
Lin's known for his freckles and his ever-present lopsided grin.
Lin stands at 5'10" and is mediumly built. His light brown hair is longer in the front than in the back, but neither is particularly long. When he doesn't comb it up, his hair falls just below mid-forehead. Across his nose is freckled. He has blue eyes that mirror the happiness in his lopsided smile.
Don't leave me tongue tied
Let's stay up all night...
Lindsay Kay is a wild child. Noisy, rowdy, and armed with the vocabulary of a twelve-year-old boy, Lin is only predictable in the way that he is always unpredictable. He is highly competitive and makes everything-- literally everything-- a competition, making bets to see who will come out on top (which, of course, he swears that he always does, and he never admits that he loses). He'll do anything on a dare, and anything not on a dare. He gloats and brags about his wins and coming out on top of everything, though he obviously doesn't come out on top of everything. He rubs it in especially bad if he does win. When he loses, he tends to get angry and call for a rematch because he can't really handle losing.
Lin has an extremely short attention span and very hyper. He's constantly go-go-go. He doesn't really think about what he does or says before he does and says it. He just does and says what he wants when he wants to, and this is what makes him a total wildcard. The exception to this is when it's something that would obviously hurt those who are close to him, which is something that he always tries to avoid. He's loyal and dedicated. If you're his friend, he'll stick by your side (though this comes with a lot of teasing and pestering). It's how it goes, luhmao. It's part of the contract. If your character is being defamed or there's something that could actually hurt you, though, he'll tell the person doing it to you off and stick up for you. That's also part of the contract, luhmao.
Energetic, cheerful, and noisy, Lin can find fun in just about anything. He's known as "crack kid" because of his hyper personality. Lin likes to annoy and provoke others (though he doesn't like them when they actually snap). Lin knows when to shut up-- he just ignores his knowledge and decides to press it past that point.
Shrug. YOLO, luhmao.
Lin's proclivity towards troublemaking tends to make the lives of those around him more difficult than they would be otherwise. As said previously, he likes to pester others constantly, and he makes fun of pretty much everyone.
Lin hates being told what to do or how to act. He doesn't want others controlling him-- he wants to unabashedly be himself and do whatever the heck he wants. The boy is reckless, impulsive, and careless. As said before, he does pretty much what he wants to do when he wants to do it, and he puts in no forethought. He doesn't think about or care about the consequences of his actions in the moment. When he's emotional, these facts are especially true. Not only this, but his hatred of rules and "being told how to act" has also led him to not want to obey the law. The combination of all of these traits has led to him getting into trouble often, be it trouble with the school, trouble with his peers, or trouble with the law. See: him having his driver's license suspended for 12 months. (He's on month five and going strong, bee-tee-dubs.)
Lin has a boyish charm about himself. With his constant (mostly immature) joking, juvenile way of talking, and constant grin on his face, Lin seems to pretty much be a rowdy fourth grader. His emotions seem to be triggered easily, and he seems to not have too much control over his actions or his emotions. Even so, the boy is resilient, and it takes a lot to actually upset him.
Unsurprisingly, Lin can't take great care for himself. His impulsiveness, of course, leads to him spending a lot of money and making a lot of messes. He makes terrible decisions for himself. His disregard for everyone and everything around him-- as well as his own safety-- often leads to him putting himself in very dangerous situations. Even though he can't take care of himself, though, he hates even more people trying to take care of him. He doesn't want any help, even if he can't help himself, and, in that way, Lin is a very independent person.
Lin has a surprising understanding of interpersonal relationships and how to diffuse situations. Maybe this comes from understanding how to cause trouble. Lin hates seeing people who he cares about going through trouble, and he genuinely does everything that he can to help cheer them up.
That said, he wants to see the people who he hates suffer, and this means that he pretty much makes it his goal when he sees them make their lives suck. Who does he want to suffer? Well...pretty much anyone who he feels has offended him enough to warrant his hatred. He's unforgiving, and he seriously holds some grudges. It takes a lot to actually prompt these feelings towards someone from Lin, but, when it happens, there's pretty much no redemption for them, in Lin's eyes.
Lin is confident and unabashed in what he does. He's shameless, and he vies to constantly be in the center of everything. He wants all of the attention on him. He's sensitive when it comes to criticism and being insulted, as well as being "shown up". Much of this is rooted in his insecurity, which he vehemently denies that he has.
Though Lin is lazy and slobbish in all other areas of his life and genuinely doesn't like to put any effort into anything, Lin is seriously dedicated to his work. He wants to be-- has to be-- the best, and that's all there is to it. He is also dedicated to the bets that he does, and he gives everything that he competes in his all.
Oh, yeah, and he's convinced that he never loses, even though he obviously does.
Lin is entitled, boastful, and borderline narcissistic. He is very selfish and self-centered person. In the end, he sees himself and his wants and needs above everyone else's, and he will only help them if it doesn't inconvenience him. He likes to keep people around him who inflate his ego-- because it is very fragile.
♥ Being the center of attention
♥ His mom
♥ Candy and caffeine (even though he definitely does NOT need it)
♥ His bike, Richard
♥ His dog, Mitsubishi
♥ Annoying people (not people who are annoying, but annoying people himself)
♥ People, in general
♥ Eating anything that looks edible (or non-edible, if you bet)
♥ Hot Wheels (and other things that typically scream "seven-year-old boy")
- His dad and anyone who supports him and/or is associated with him - Lavender - Losing (especially when other people cheat and make him lose) - People messing with people who he cares about - People trying to control him - Rules - Being fussed at - Curfews - Gates - Locks - Getting caught
Singing, song-writing, and guitar-ing. Because of his competitiveness and his determination, he works on his music a lot and tries to get it as perfect as he can, though he often seems to be entirely not-serious.
Doing "dumb" things. This, besides his music, is probably what Lin is most known for, at least by those at the school. He's on the go more often than not, here or there with various people at random places doing random, dumb, reckless bets and getting into trouble (but not getting caught, of course).
Gaming and messing with his computer. Lin games intensely and frequently. It really plays into his competitive streak. Surprisingly a math and science whiz (despite how dumb he might seem), Lin has a knack for computer things such as coding. Every once in a while, he'll get in the mood to make a game, and he's write out a concept and spend a week doing some serious cracking on it before he loses interest and moves onto something else.
Lindsay Morgan Kay was born to Margaret "Meg" Kay, the ex-lover of Ricky Westborne, famous actor, on March 23rd, 2004 in a small hospital near his hometown of Montreal, Québec, Canada.
Meg and Ricky's relationship was highly publicized. Meg was just 18 when it began, while Westborne was 25. Her parents, disapproving, told her to break things off with Ricky. Meg refused, distancing herself from her parents before entirely burning her bridges by dissing them to the press.
Meg, who had begun nursing school upon graduating high school and busting her butt to get enough scholarships to just barely pay for her school, was coerced into dropping out with promises by Ricky that he would provide her a whole future. The relationship, behind closed doors, was very rocky, full of bedroom lies regarding secret affairs from both sides and constant fighting. Even so, the relationship lasted a long time, until Meg, aged 22, became pregnant.
This seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back, and, before it could get out to the paps, Ricky told her to either end the pregnancy or break up with him.
She chose to break things off with him, even though she was very deeply in love with him.
The media went crazy for a little bit, with rumors that an affair on Meg's side caused the split. Meg tried to disappear from the media's attention and throw them off of her scent, but, with a new child to care for and the lack of any college degree accompanied by the negative press, she struggled to get a job. She gave in, doing all of the interviews that she was asked to in order to scrape enough money. Lin and Meg constantly moved around Canada as his mother faded from d-list-celebrity-by-association to nobody.
By the time that Lin was age 3, he was living in a sketchy apartment in the outskirts of Abbotsford, with a disgraced mother who was struggling to even find a job that would take her, much less one that would keep her for longer than three months.
Meg, at this point, knew that she couldn't take it any longer, and she practically sold her soul to get into a nursing school in order to pursue her long-forgotten dream of being a nurse.
While Meg was drowning in debt as a last ditch effort to help herself and her son get out of the pit that Ricky had shoved them into, Lin was discovering his interest in music. For his third birthday, he asked for a guitar, which his mom scraped enough money to get a small model of, and Lin, armed with his Leap Frog tablet and his terrible scrawl of handwriting (which was all thanks to his mom's free time spent teaching him everything that his hungry little mind wanted to know about), began to write his own songs.
Sure, they all rhymed "dog" with "frog" and had no real melody, verses, or anything that really resembled a song, but he was trying.
And then, when Lin was four, Meg got a call from a number that she didn't recognize. Thinking that it was a telemarketer, she considered hanging it up, but then she wondered if it was a possible employer calling her back, and she answered it with a "hello?".
"Hello. Is this Meg Kay?"
The voice on the other end was one that she knew all too well.
"Ricky," she'd breathed.
And, by the end of the call, the man had had the audacity to request a visit with Lin.
And Meg hadn't been able to tell him no.
Even though he'd evaded his child support and had to go to court multiple times for it. Even though he'd left Lin and her for dead.
She still loved him. She couldn't help it. He was four years of her life, and she loved him despite all of the strife and all of the trouble he'd given her.
"Now, Morgie," Meg had said, fixing Lin's little jacket to zip it up, "you're going to be meeting a big, tall man. He might look scary, but..." She grabbed his shoulders, kneeling to look him in the eyes with a soft, sad smile. "...he's your dad, baby."
Lin didn't know what this meant, really. He'd never had a dad. He'd never heard of this Ricky guy who his mom was talking on the phone about all the time, and he didn't really understand anything that was going on.
The long, white limousine rolled up in front of the decrepit apartments as Meg, trying to be stone-faced, held little Lindsay Kay's hand as he "ooh"-ed and "ahh"-ed about how big the vehicle was.
He didn't know how big of a moment this was.
His rich and famous dad was finally claiming him as his own after ignoring his existence for four years.
And all that he cared about, in his kiddish innocence, was the size of the vehicle, how fluffy the seats were, how Ricky could buy him four Happy Meals instead of just one...
To Meg, it hurt.
The paparazzi's cameras snapped, immortalizing them entering and exiting the McDonald's, getting out of the vehicle and going shopping, and then finally getting back into the limo to head home.
Since then, Lindsay's life hasn't been the same.
The next day, there were several hundred emails in Meg's inbox, all regarding "opportunities" for Lin. There were at least twenty missed calls from shady management companies, pleading her to let them manage her son-- which she, of course, declined.
Lin was lavishing in the excitement, though he didn't understand the weight of it. Suddenly, he had a ton of friends at preschool, and he had a cool guy to buy him things and all of that stuff. Sure, he wasn't helping his mom out any, but that didn't really matter...
Ricky pulled Lin along to an interview once, when he was six.
It was a television interview.
And Meg was furious.
Here Ricky was, wanting to profit from showing his son’s face when he’d wanted nothing to do with him his whole life, and he was going behind her back to do so.
Even so, Lindsay, young and unknowing, wanted this. He liked the attention and the popularity it gave him in school.
His mom had a large fight with his father that ended with his father promising only one meeting a month with him.
And, with that, Lin’s name began to fade into obscurity. He was no longer “the child of scandal”. He was no longer the new wave.
He was a trivia fact.
Lin’s only value to those people was that he was Ricky Westborne’s son.
Frederick "Ricky" Dale Westborne (called "Pricky Westbastard" by Lin) is Lin's father, technically. The famous actor, age 45, is well-known for winning several Oscars for various roles and a Golden Globe as the lead actor in "Jupiter, Home". With a published memoir about his life (which conviently glossed over his time with Meg) and two self-help books, Ricky is a very successful man in many feilds. Despite making a ton of money, he doesn't do anything for Lin's mom and only gets Lin what he wants because Lin is a way to make more money by being kept happy. Lin's only here because of his dad's greediness, so he can't really complain too much.
Ricky is paying for Lin's schooling, as well as Angel Cervantes'.
He's currently married to Isabella Cervantes-Westborne, aunt of Angel and Javier Cervantes.
His mother began a page to document Lin’s singing and guitar-ing when he hit age nine. His father begged her to hand it over to him to be the manager—
And she conceded.
It was at this point that Lin’s opinion of Ricky began to sour. To Lin, Ricky didn’t even feel real, much less like his father. They had hung out countless amounts of times, with camera shutters clacking away as they chatted over McDonald’s, but Lin couldn’t even say that Ricky was someone he even knew as an acquaintance.
He grew to find that he resented him.
Ricky hadn’t helped out Meg, who he said that he loved and was talking to several people about marrying, who had born his son, who was drowning in debt from her schooling, and he carried on not helping her and still somehow expected his respect? His affections, when he was younger, could obviously bought, but he was growing aware—
His mom bounced around from job to job and home to home with Lin, and the bastard couldn't even pay her for her troubles?
He couldn't even act like she existed?
Lin knew that his father only accepted Lin because he was a viable career booster.
And it hurt to realize— that his whole relationship with him had been for show.
Lin's resentment of his father— and his urge to stick it to him— is what began to drive him. He was going to take everything away from his dad— his thunder, his happiness, his everything— and leave him as an old, washed out sap whose son is their only claim to fame.
He worked on starting his own YouTube music channel when he was around 10, reluctantly giving his father videos to post on his Instagram page before coercing him into allowing him to run it himself by promising that it would increase his follower count.
Lin did eventually get some attention from small news outlets, and it was enough for his father to promote him as “his proud son” on his page, which made him blow up even more.
He didn’t want to attribute his success to his dad, but it seemed that he needed his dad if he was going to get any further, so, when it came time to enroll in a high school, he asked his dad for the money to go to this school, and his dad obliged him.
He came here freshman year, and it's here that he'll surpass his dad. That's the goal, and he'll do what it takes to get there.
Margaret "Meg" Antoine Kay is Lin's mother and is the only person who Lin has been able to rely on his whole life. Any time he needs her, she's there. He can call her even at odd hours of the morning (though she's far from a morning person). Age 38 and employed as a home health nurse in Toronto, ON, Canada, Meg frequently jumps from job to job and house to house due to the things with Ricky coming back to bite her every time. Meg won't take the money that her son tries to give her. She has no other children and is currently dating Ethan Jon, but it's nothing serious.
She's still in love with Ricky. It's been sixteen years, and she still hasn't been able to let go.
Freshman year saw Lindsay Kay befriending Angel Cervantes, a visual arts student. Angel was a friendly dude, and the two became very close friends.
And then Ricky began dating Angel’s aunt, and...their relationship soured.
Lin's competitive nature has led him to form many relationships. Firstly, he met Charlotte Howell when he bet her that she couldn't beat him in a race freshman year, and they became rivals from there. They grew from two people in a rivalry to two people who were friends and rivals, and, after the whole fair thing, they're now a couple and rivals. You know how it goes. He also became friends with Amethyst Jones, who he plays video games with.
His wildness scored his other friends. Ashton West, one of his close friends, is someone who he met at parties. She's one of those friends who he goes out to hang with at random locations at three in the morning. He's also (just recently) befriended Josephine Bennett and Zephyr Evermore, and it's quickly beginning to look like they'll also be his good friends.
Oh, yeah, he also recently got a dog named Mitsubishi.
Lin's had his fair share of legal troubles while attending the school, though it's all been traffic-related. He can't count the amount of times that he's gone to traffic court (but the number's 13), and he got his license revoked in March due to reckless driving, hence why he drives a bike dubbed "Richard".
In his career, Lin has been widely successful with a tween audience. He's attractive, and his music is banging, so why wouldn't he be? He has a large following, but it's nothing close to his dad, still.
Angel & Javier Cervantes
Angel and Lin used to be the best of friends. Freshman year, the two bright-eyed boys were inseparable. They did pretty much everything together--
Oh, and then Lin's dad met Angel's aunt at the Arts Fest, and then they started dating, and then Angel started fawning over Ricky, and then shit got awkward. Luhmao, so...yeah, Lin cut that bitch off.
Aaaand then Ricky and Angel's aunt married. So that made everything worse.
Ricky's paying for Angel's schooling, too. Soooo kind of him, luhmao.
Javi just so happens to be Angel's brother, so Lin's also related to that thicc necc fucc...technically.
When I wake up, I just don't like what I see
All the way from my head right down to my feet...
She prefers to wear shades of blue.
Nickie's large, doe-like eyes and full lips are two of her distinguishing features.
5'4" and averagely built, Nickie Abrams is a pretty girl with wide, large light blue eyes and full lips. Her brown hair is about chest-length and is wavy when brushed. She usually does not wear heavy makeup, typically opting simply for mascara and chapstick.
All I think about is everything I'm not
Instead of everything I got...
Nickie is a fickle girl who known by most to be desperate for attention and relevancy. Her personality tends to be entirely different depending on who she's around, ranging from "total sweetheart who would never hurt even a fly" to "backstabbing bitch who knows no loyalty and will tear anyone down at any chance". (Both of these are personas, of course.) Even her thoughts and feelings on things "change" when she's around others. She wants to become who they want her to be in that moment. Nickie has no loyalty and no real boundaries of what she will do to fit in. In other words, she's "fake".
Nickie is introverted and doesn't like to keep many people close to her because she doesn't want people to know "who she really is". Because of this (and the actions that she does), she really doesn't have many friends.
Nickie is immature and over-emotional. This hangs over everything about herself. She's sensitive and cries often to the point that she can be referred to as "highly emotionally unstable and volatile". She cannot handle criticism or being looked down upon. Anything that goes wrong in her life or around her happens because the world is against her. She has what some call a "victim complex", often making bad choices and crying over the consequences rather than trying to solve the root of the problem.
Nickie is curious to the point of being nosy and is a gossip. She can't keep a secret for the life of her and often spreads rumors or "exposes" people, both for attention and because she just likes to talk about people.
Nickie is highly insecure. Online, she has a big "fuck the world" personality, but she is very unconfident and, quite frankly, hates herself. She has a strong belief that everyone around her hates her as well. She acts out for attention, even though she usually only gets negative attention, and she thinks down on herself more because of the negativity. It's a vicious cycle that she doesn't understand is a problem-- and that she doesn't understand exists in the first place.
Nickie makes very bad decisions for herself. She is impulsive and has no self-control to be spoken of. She is very self-destructive personality. Once again, she acts out for attention, for the most part. She does not think of the consequences of her actions whatsoever, which leads to a lot of easily-avoidable grief from her actions.
At heart, Nickie isn't an untouchable bitch, as she likes to feign. She cares deeply about others and wants to love others and be loved by them. Her sensitivity carries through in her conscience. She has a strong moral compass and knows right from wrong, but she often chooses to do wrong and suffers because of it. She hates herself, and she doesn't allow many people close enough to her to see the "real her".
VICES & Virtues
◦ Supportive ◦
◦ Agreeable ◦
◦ Talented ◦
◦ Hardworking ◦
◦ Sensitive ◦
◦ Caring (though she often wishes to seem uncaring) ◦
♥ Attractive and confident people
♥ Small children
♥ Doing her makeup
- People like herself - Salad - Plain potato chips - The smell of liquor - Consequences to her actions - Herself - Vanilla flavoring
Singing, song-writing, and playing piano. Nickie is extremely concerned with her music, and everything that she plays and sings has to be just right to satisfy her.
Gossiping and digging for details. Nickie enjoys gossiping more than anything. Snooping around in other people's business is something that Nickie tends to invest her time in, whether it be celebrities' business or her peers'. Tea channels' outputs are her favorite things to consume.
Messing with social media. Her gossip obsession rooted her firmly in the online scene, but she enjoys all kinds of social media. She makes a lot of TikToks, both singing and gossiping, and she has over three million followers on the app.
Reading. Nickie is a fan of reading, especially webnovels and teen magazines.
Watching rom coms and teen dramas. She can't help that that's what she enjoys. It's not cheesy or cliche. It's unique, and every twist and turn has her invested.
Dominicka Abrams was born to Abbey and David Abrams on June 18th, 2004, in a hospital in Albany, New York. Her parents liked to joke that she "came out of the womb singing". From her humble beginnings banging on pots and pans as if they were a drumset in the kitchen floor, Nickie's been musically inclined nearly all of her life.
Nickie began her school life by being homeschooled. Her father, at the time, owned a small business that was rather successful, so he was able to pay for piano lessons for her when she was six years old. She was very good at piano, and by age eight, she began to play at venues around Albany. By this point, she had an infant little sister and a brother on the way, and life was well for the Abrams family.
Soon, though, things began to look bad for David's business. Money began to get tighter, and Nickie had to be pulled from her piano lessons and begin attending public school.
JJ is Nickie's first cousin, on her mother's side, but their relationship is that of sisters. Having JJ be so close in her age to Nickie compared to Nickie's other siblings meant that she was closer to her than her actual siblings-- or "closer". She hung around her a lot more, anyway.
Things did not go well at school for Nickie. Though she was a very bright child, her lack of social ability lead her to be an outcast. Kids bullied her about her clothing and school supplies, and they took every opportunity that they could to kick her down. She cried easily, and she would end up having to spend most of the day in the bathroom to avoid talking to other people. She had no friends, and, even though she had a very loving family, she began to feel all alone.
This didn't do wonders for Nickie's psyche. Her constant pressure on herself to impress others-- to make others love and accept her-- that failed each time led to her constantly beating herself up. She wasn't enough, and she would never be enough.
Nickie's outlet was her music, and this was what kept her going, even through the times when her parents were squabbling about being behind three months on bills.
Nickie overheard one of the girls at her school talking about Hollywood Arts, and one quick look online made her realize that that was the key to being rich, famous, and, most of all, loved. She loved music, and she could create that and get everything that she ever wanted.
Her grades were a 4.0, and she had a large music portfolio, so it wasn't too difficult for her to obtain the scholarship. Her "kind, agreeable personality" came across in the interviews, she was told.
When she arrived, she swore to herself, she would be better. She would be likeable, loveable, everyone's best friend, commercially successful, and, eventually, famous; she would be everything that she ever wanted to be, and everyone who had hated her would love her.
Once Nickie's close friend, Evie is now Nickie's "enemy" due to a wardrobe malfunction at her hands. Nickie still holds a deep admiration for Evie, and she doesn't actually hate her-- she just has to act like it.
Nickie, upon arriving at HA, hit it off with Evelyn Sinclaire, becoming good friends with her...until a wardrobe malfunction at a performance that Evie styled her for that cost Nickie a big opportunity. Since then, Nickie has behaved harshly towards Evie.
Sophomore year was a good year for Nickie making enemies, it seemed-- there was a big scandal where Livanna Moore and she had the same lyrics, and each of them blamed the other for stealing their lyrics.
Nickie also became good friends with Madelaine Harlow, who she is still good friends with. Maddie keeps her in check often.
Through parties, Nickie made many friends. She was often at the center of parties, living it up with the others.
Nickie began "talking to" Hunter Drake back in the summer, and since then, she's been wholly infatuated with him. As of Halloween of this year, they've been a couple. Woo! Love!
Career-wise, Nickie has been relatively successful. Though none of her songs have made it very big, a few have placed in the indie charts, albeit rather lowly. Her fans know her for her deeply personal and honest music-- after all, it's really the only way that Nickie really expresses herself.
Liv stole Nickie's lyrics, and Nickie hates her. End of story, and there's not really more here to talk about.
Trev, Trevvy, Seany (by his grandmother), S. T. Callaghan (professionally)
date of birth
November 1st, 2003 (Scorpio)
Place of Birth
Dublin, Leinster, Ireland
Literature (poetry, screenwriting, and playwriting; slowly working on a novel as well)
For my last few peers, I hope you fucking choke
I'm on the brink of insanity inside my own home...
Don't laugh, but typically his grandmother dresses him for events. Left to his own devices, Trevor doesn't really know what to wear and usually opts for "what a sixty-year-old man would wear meets a seventeen-year-old stoner"-- that is, plaid pants featuring a hoodie and sneakers.
His wide eyes and the mole on his chin are a couple of his distinctive features.
Standing at 6'1", Trevor has unruly brown hair that he typically runs a comb through a few times and doesn't bother much with fixing. His gangly build as well as his stiff posture leave him to appear awkward more often than not. He has wide hazel eyes and a mole on his chin.
I wanna slam my head against the wall 'til I cannot feel at all
She doesn't really like me, she likes alcohol...
Trevor Callaghan is an odd juxtaposition of many things:
An old, antisocial, senile curmudgeon and a middle schooler with raging hormones.
A middle-aged soccer mom and a reclusive stoner.
A pretentious, wine-swirling critic and a self-loathing hunk of flesh sobbing in a corner.
It is often said that there are many facets to Trevor's psyche...they just all suck.
Trevor Callaghan is just about as unpleasant as it gets, especially when he's sober. He's constantly on edge and stressed out to the point that he has terrible migraines, and it takes the smallest of things to make him blow a gasket, toss a table, break a pen, and storm away. (Yeah, he doesn't fight his problems...he just runs away from them.) He can do so little for himself that he can hardly even tie his shoes, but he's so stubborn that he refuses any help that anyone offers.That being said, he makes a big deal of his problems, constantly complaining and acting melodramatic about even the most minor inconveniences-- or things that aren't inconvenient and are just things that he dislikes.
Trevor is overbearing and controlling. He has a certain way that everything has to be done and a certain way that everything has to be organized. If anyone tries to tell him differently or if his routine is changed slightly, it sets him off. That is to say...he doesn't work well with others. When he must to work with others, he has to be the leader-- which means, by his definition, that he has to do all of the work-- and everything has to be perfect before he can be satisfied. Of course, he will complain about having to do all of the work, but he won't let anyone help.
The guy just likes to complain. A lot.
In a dramatic fashion.
Drama queen, I know.
He doesn’t know how or when to shut up, either. Yes, this gets him in a lot of trouble. Yes, it has gotten him hospitalized before. No, that didn’t stop him from running his mouth.
Trevor has a short temper-- an absurdly short temper. He's highly volatile.
Trevor has the constant need to prove himself as better than others, though not in a competitive way. He's more condescending and arrogant than anything, and his pride gets in his way more often than not. He's antisocial and fairly aloof. He doesn't like to associate with people in general beyond his roommates and the people who he smokes weed with because 1) others stress him out and 2) he hates pretty much everyone. (There's an exception to his antisocialness, though, which we'll get to.)
Trevor lies often, but he's not really good at it. He's a secretive, private person who wants to keep his feelings to himself...and all of his actually important thoughts to himself. His unimportant thoughts, though? His unwanted opinions? Yeah, he has to interject those.
It's a must, trust me.
Trevor is pessimistic and unhappy. He seems entirely dissatisfied with everything going on in his life, and this dissatisfaction is constant. Even in the good times, Trevor will find something to worry about or something to dread, and he'll focus on that more than being in the moment. He's grumpy and sarcastic, and he tends to wear a sour expression on his face.
Yeah. He's dreadfully miserable to be around.
Most of this unhappiness comes from a deep-rooted insecurity in himself and an inability to healthily cope with his emotions. Trevor is highly insecure about his intelligence, so he tells himself that he's a lot smarter than everyone else, even though he knows that this is a lie. He's an odd mix of pompous and self-loathing, but the pompousness comes from the insecurity. He tells himself that he's better than (most) others, but he still hates himself and pretty much all of his actions. He overthinks everything when he isn't under the influence and often psyches himself out. He often threatens and considers bodily harm to cope with the stress, to let out his emotions, or to simply punish himself.
Even so, he doesn't believe that he's the worst at all times. When he compares himself to others, the rage that they create in him allows him to convince himself that he's at least better than them...but he still isn't a good person, and any love that he gets is entirely undeserved and everyone who cares about him is making a very bad mistake.
The anger that the people cause inside of him is mostly because of jealousy. Trevor is, in the end, a very jealous person. He's highly insecure, and this leads to severe jealousy. He has a deep fear that the people who he cares about will leave him at any second. It's far less severe with his friendship because they're his roommates and it's a lot harder for them to get rid of him, but it comes out a lot when he's in romantic relationships.
Like...a lot a lot.
Trevor takes himself far too seriously. Though he's not necessarily a serious person-- he jokes a lot, in his weird way, and often has long-winded anecdotes to share when he's in a good mood-- he takes pretty much everything personally and gets very defensive. The people who he surrounds himself with tend to find it funny, and he's grown used to it and to take those kinds of jokes from them and even enjoy them because it's their way of doting. Ya know, pedovan jokes because he drives a minivan and that kind of thing.
When people outside of his inner circle joke with him, though, he is on edge and either aggressive or passive aggressive back to them. To be fair, their joking is usually dogging on him more than anything, but he gets irrationally angry about things like that.
Then again, not much about Trevor is rational. Though he likes to think of himself as logical and having a lot of self-control, Trevor doesn't have that much forethought. When he's sober, he just overthinks things...and then he often makes the wrong decision because he tries to get himself to suck it up and do something, and then he loathes himself for making the wrong decision. When he's under any kind of influence, he does whatever is on his mind...which is usually not a good thing. When he does use logic, his logic is also rather unsound, selfish, or immature.
Trevor is a highly argumentative. He cannot be wrong...ever. He has a problem apologizing because of this...which is to say that he does his best to do everything except apologize.
Because of his tension problem, Trevor smokes weed often to alleviate his stress. He's high seven times out of ten, and it is obvious when he isn't. When he's under the influence, Trevor is far more subdued. He's not as tense, and that's enough of a benefit for him to keep smoking. That said, he also has far less of a filter...and far less self-control. He still tends to think a lot when he's high, though, but it's also easier for him to ignore what he doesn't want to think about.
Oh yeah, and he has far, far less tact when he's sober. Trevor, when he's sober, still isn't the most tactful, but high Trevor is just...cocky and over-confident in his abilities to the point that he says pretty much what's on his mind. He tends to go on long tangents about random things...which, to be fair, he also does sober, but it's even more exaggerated when he's high, and he tends to overshare when he's high.
Oh, and he thinks that spray-on deodorant helps any with the weed smell.
What a keeper, amiright?
Even though Trevor might seem all bad-- and, yeah, he mostly has a negative personality-- he does have some redeeming qualities, albeit very few. For example, he cares deeply for the few who he's allowed close enough to himself. He takes it upon himself to...well, worry constantly about their well-being, and he does everything in his power to protect them and keep them from making bad decisions. And, sure, this is very overbearing, but it comes from a place of love and care.
(Trevor is rather unempathetic towards the struggles of those who he doesn't know, though, and fairly uncaring. You won't ever see him doing charity work.) He's organized, and he's creative. He likes to write things such as poetry to express himself, even though he struggles to express himself when he's speaking. He is surprisingly kind of sappy. He has a soft spot for...soft things. (Though he is shy, feels emasculated, and gets pretty defensive when this is pointed out.) He's deeply regretful of his bad actions, and he's...well, he's entertaining, at least, if it is in the same way as two wrecking trains.
Trevor has a lot of shame (when sober). He's reserved and respectful of those in authority positions. (No, this respect isn't held for his peers, but that's not what we're talking about right now.)
When he isn't sober, however...yeah, no, he pretty much has no shame.
Trevor has a problem with objectifying and dehumanizing others who he doesn't feel an emotional attachment to...which means that he pretty much sees everyone as less than human.
This carries over into...well, females at parties.
He's very flirtatious and bold when he's high or drunk-- especially drunk. Though he has no game or eloquence when under the influence, to the people who he targets (drunk girls-- usually very drunk girls), it doesn't really matter, for the most part.
Look, yeah, he's not upstanding or respectful...or anything along those lines, but...
Well, there is no but. That's all there is to it.
In the end, most of this boils down to the fact that Trevor is a dumb, horny teenaged boy with very little self-control and no real adult supervision to correct his bad, unhealthy behavior.
Emphasis on the dumb part...
And the horny part.
Usually, he's dumb because he's horny, come to think of it.
Trevor has enough sense to recognize that he has a lot of negative traits, but he also has a victim complex that often disallows him from making any positive motions to solve his problems. When he does this, he claims that he's "trying his hardest", but, in the end, he's not trying at all.
Even so, on occasion, he does get over himself and his pride, recognize his problems, suck it up, and go and fix it...or, well, do his best to fix it. This is him actually trying.
In conclusion, Trevor's...human. Trevor is specially the kind of adolescent human with something dangling from his crotch that inhibits his thinking more often than not.
Guy simultaneously has a lot going on up there and nothing at all.
On a cold, stormy day, at nine am, after eight hours of labor on his mother's part, Trevor Callaghan was born to Misty and Dean Callaghan, on November 1st, 2003, in Dublin, Leinster, Ireland. His mother had gone into labor while they were staying in a hotel after viewing the Samhain celebrations in Dublin, and she returned to she and her husband's home in Cahir, County Tipperary, Ireland with a new addition to the family cradled in her arms.
Trevor was an only child, and, as such, he was spoiled. His father worked beneath his grandfather at his oil company, and his mother was an oral surgeon, so he grew up with a lot of money. Anything he asked for, he got; anything that he didn't ask for, he didn't get.
Trevor attended a private, Catholic school as soon as he hit kindergarten age. He loved school-- well, not school. He liked the English part of school. As soon as he learned how to read and write, he was reading and writing constantly. He sucked at all of the other subjects, and he was often met with the end of a ruler because of it. He didn't like this part of school. He also found that he didn't like other people in general, much preferring to be alone. He didn't get along well with others and often threw tantrums if he got in groups with others, even though they were all the same type of person he was-- preppy and pretentious. Because of the fact that he didn't like others, Trevor chose not to have any friends. Those who were friendly to him, he behaved pretentiously towards and soon they backed off.
Trevor began to write a television show starting in first grade, in a yellow, spiral-bound notebook. Naturally, it wasn't really a television show-- it followed none of the formatting, had no real plot to speak of, and had bare-bones dialogue-- but it was a literal child's attempt. Point being, his passions started early.
Trevor's father and mother spent a lot of time with him. His father got him into playing little league cricket, though he sucked at it because of his physical ineptitude and soon quit because of the injuries that he sustained. His mother encouraged him by pinning his short stories on the refrigerator. His grandparents were also heavily in his life, calling him every day to talk to him. Though he didn't like to spend time around his family (he was a little, stuck-up boy, so why would he have?), he did end up enjoying his time around them, and in the end, he loved them all beyond words.
roommates and best friends
Charlie Howell and Amy Jones
How the feck did a guy like Trevor end up with two people like Amy and Charlie as his best friends? Trevor calls it luck, but it might just be fate on their parts. He met then freshman year, and, by some divine force, they became best friends, which led to them becoming roommates at the start of this year. He loves them as if they were his family-- and his grandmother acts like they are family.
That was the reason why the news that came to him on the cold, windy, rainy day of January 6th, 2013 hit the nine-year-old so hard.
Trevor had been sitting at his desk at the end of a long day, scribbling down an idea for a story in the margins of what was supposed to be a paper about sedimentary rocks, when a voice had come over the intercom calling him into the office.
The ladies in the office didn't tell him what it was for at first; they got him a soda and a bag of chips and sat him down in the counselor's office, and said very little except "here ya go" and "sit here, please". The counselor came in, sat down at her desk, and then, slowly, she told him the words that she over-annunciated in a way that made it obvious to him that she cared more about appearances than comforting him: "I'm sorry to tell you this, but your parents are in the hospital in critical condition."
Naturally, he panicked. He'd gotten no warning, and he didn't know how to take the news. She'd said it so bluntly that he was confused at first, unsure if it was true or not, before he began to cry.
His grandparents came to pick him up, and the news that they brought was even worse-- his parents were on life support, and there was very little chance of survival.
Still crying by the time that they reached the hospital, Trevor went to see his parents, and just as he walked in the room, he watched the heart monitors flat-line.
He was told that they had tried to revive them multiple times before, but he couldn't stop screaming for them to "just try again! Please!". His grandparents had to pry him from the doctor in order to get him out of the hospital, and when he got to the car, he still tried to get out and run back inside.
His grandparents drove him to their large estate in Sallins, County Kildare, Ireland and informed him that he'd stay the night with them and that he'd be moving in with them. They said that they would go and visit his old house to get all of his stuff tomorrow, and he refused to go. They ended up having to get all of his stuff themselves, and they dug everything out and brought it. Even so, it didn't feel like home.
He cried for days after his parents' death, refusing to eat or sleep. At their funeral, he didn't go up to see their bodies or watch them be buried. He spent all of his time crawling up the ladder and into the attic, where he stooped over the typewriter that had been one of his last birthday presents from his parents and wrote out stories that all sounded stupid and that ended up being crumbled up and thrown on the floor. Nothing he wrote ever turned out good. His grandparents tried to pull him out of the attic, but he refused.
He neglected his studied after his parents' deaths, often crying in the middle of class and having to be taken out, and it soon became obvious that he would have to be held back the year.
His grandparents still persisted. For a week, they barred him from his typewriter, making him come out of the attic to spend time with them, and from there, they began to go on outings with him.
Gradually, he returned to his normal level of antisocial weirdness. It was a long process and not one that happened by choice, but he slowly moved on from his parents' deaths, going back to normal life-- and losing his writer's block.
His doting grandmother constantly pushed him to be better. For every failing grade, Trevor had to clean the entire house and his grandfather's barn and shed. For every night that he didn't study, he had to lift the hundreds of pounds of feed for their countless livestock and carry it out to feed them. Through this process, Trevor grew into a hard-working, organized individual who did his best in everything that he did.
His grandparents took a large notice of his interest in writing, and, in secret, his grandmother looked around for international places for her grandson to study after he outgrew his middle school.
At the ceremony to pass him on to his freshman year, his grandmother presented him with the idea of Hollywood Arts. With his grandfather's great wealth that came from his oil company and his stocks, they could afford the whole cost and there was nothing to worry about. Naturally, Trevor accepted-- it had always been his dream to be a writer-- and off he went.
roommate and best friend
Another miracle-- Trevor has another best friend and roommate. It's shocking, honestly, and he still really doesn't get it, but Jo and him are as close as siblings, too. They share his weed and bonding moments, and Trevor loves Jo, like all of his roommates, like a sister and with all of his heart.
Trevor would rather have kept to himself the whole time, but fate didn't have it set out that way. After being grouped together with Amethyst Jones for a science project, Trevor found himself enjoying her company-- even though she basically had to do all of the work because of his inability to do scientific things. Thankfully, she was kind enough to tutor him, and this continued even after the project. From there, Trevor met Amy's friend, Charlotte Howell, who he (reluctantly) found himself enjoying the company of. In sophomore year, Charlie's cousin, Josephine Bennett, joined the friends. The four of them grew closer and closer as time went on, to the point that he began to see them as family, and when they moved out of the dorms, the four of them got an apartment together, where they still stay to the day.
Shocking, he knows, given how he hates nearly everyone else.
Trevor, following the lead of "what high schoolers do", began to go to parties, where he picked up the habit of smoking weed (and the occasional cigarette), as well as sleeping around (with inebriated girls).
It was at a party where he met Ashton West, who, despite his constant flirtation at parties and use of terrible pick-up lines, only flirted back and rejected him. It became routine at parties thereafter to go and talk with her for a bit before he moved on to other people, but it gradually grew into him spending most of his time at parties around her. Naturally, he denied that he had feelings for her-- until afterparty of the homecoming game, where he ended up making out with her on his couch. From there, he swore that he'd never confess, and he told Ash that they were just friends.
He also sucks at keeping promises to himself.
He went to the fall fair, ended up getting set up on a date with Ash, and ended up confessing to her by the end of the night-- which somehow resulted in her becoming his girlfriend.
Career-wise, Trevor has seen some success, though nothing large. He has a few published poetry anthologies that made decent money, though they weren't anywhere close to best-sellers. He's had publications in magazines, and his films have been shown at several film festivals and have been met with praise from critics. There have been a few reviews in indie magazines, but he's still trying to get a film large enough to be shown in actual theaters. He's had a couple of television pilots that have yet to be produced. As for his novel-writing, he has yet to complete a novel, though he does have one that is a work in progress.
A toad named Jacques who lives in his bathroom, if you count him. He has a name, at least.
Michael is known for his dark eyes and his ever-present cocky grin.
Mike is a relatively short, broadly-built boy. His height is far below many of the other male models, which has given him problems getting to where he is. He has olive skin. dark brown eyes, and black hair. Though he doesn't have too much money, Mike does his best to always look put together.
Mike Reid is an asshole, first and foremost. Hey, it's not an insult-- it's what he is, babe. Feel free to call him it all you'd like. Mike is aware that he's an asshole, and he'll admit it.
With a seriously inflated ego, Michael Reid is cocky. He acts as if he is invincible and nothing that anyone else says affects him. He demeans others, typically through jokes that make them seem inferior to him, even in subtle ways. He has an inflated view of himself, despite his supposed "self-awareness". Mike takes advantage of the people, often using them to his benefit and his benefit only and shoving them aside when he gets any inkling that they can't benefit him anymore or that they pose any kind of threat to him, though he denies that he does this. He's got a short temper, and it's often triggered by the smallest of things. Most of his emotions manifest themselves in some form of anger, which leads him to be angry more often than not.
Mike seems to have no morals. He does what he wants to, when he wants to. He has a certain level of self-control, but there is a threshold of what he can handle. When he surpasses this threshold-- which usually doesn't take too much-- he acts rashly-- extremely rashly-- and often regrets what he does afterwards. Even so, he's often too stubborn to admit that he did anything wrong, even to himself. He tries to deny that he has any sympathy for others, though he obviously does, and he regularly feels guilty for his actions.
Mike has little to no respect for anyone else, especially others' emotions. He often speaks condescendingly and cockily. He tries to own every room that he walks into.
Mike knows what to say to get his way. He has a certain charm and charisma about himself, and he uses this to his advantage. He often uses this fact about himself to get sex. Known to be promiscuous, Mike is flirtatious, noncommittal, and has virtually no standards. He has a fear of attachment and dislikes clingy people, so he tends to cut off relationships at any sign of these.
Mike is surprisingly easygoing and personable, despite his asshole-ishness. He jokes constantly. He teases others lightheartedly (well, those he doesn't hate), and he seems as if he can take jokes just as much as he can dish them out (from people who he doesn't hate). He's relaxed and casual, and he speaks to others as if he's known them forever, even if he just met them. He's supportive and encouraging to those who he likes, though his doesn't mean that they won't get their fair share of seemingly mean-spirited jokes said in a loving way.
Though he often jokes with self-depreciating humor, Mike does so with his tongue in his cheek and without an ounce of self-awareness. By joking in the way he does, Mike hopes to make the claims in the jokes seem ridiculous because they're the same claims that feels that others make about him. In other words, it's a way to mock his detractors and boost his own ego.
Mike gains and loses friends very easily. Part of this has to do with the way that he treats his friends. He treats them just the same as he would his enemies-- ya know, he's a dick to them-- but he does it in a loving way. Even so, many people don't interpret it as this, and this leads to his friendships having a quick turnover rate.
Another part of it is that Mike has no loyalty. His non-commitment carries over into his personal relationships. Though he does his best not to ever break the trust of those who confide secrets in him, he will do things that others see as "socially unacceptable" and "morally reprehensible", because he does what he wants. For example, he might be the rebound of one of his good friend's exes. He might sleep with your sister, even though he claims that he wouldn't. That's how it goes with him.
Mike is a hard worker. He's banking this career to make him something, so he will stop at nothing to become successful.
♥ English and writing
♥ Making people angry
- Being mocked or looked down upon
- Repercussions and consequences of his actions
- Belligerent people
- "Having patience"
- Grape-flavored things
- People throwing away money
- Horror movies
- Haunted houses
- Not knowing what to do
- Hot dogs
Modeling. It's not a hobby-- it's a career. He takes this very seriously.
Partying and raising hell. Most of this involves alcohol-- and also condoms.
Studying. Despite how it may seem, Mike takes his career very seriously, and part of his career right now is maintaining good enough grades that he can keep his scholarship. This means a lot of studying.
Writing and reading. Yeah, yeah, he's a fuckin' nerd. It's just a hobby, and it's nothing that he would ever show to anyone else or anything.
On April 20, 2003, at 9:05 pm (HST), Michael Kaiser Reid was born to Alaina Reid in Wahiawa, Hawaii, a fifty-minute drive from Alaina home in Makaha. A single woman, daughter of a single mother herself, Alaina was just twenty years old. Her mother, Jillian "Jilly" Reid, had fallen ill with pancreatic cancer just two months ago, yielding her unable to work and leaving her to depend on Alaina for her housing and feeding. Alaina had picked up a second job to help care for her mother, but even this was proving to not be enough.
And now, here Mike was; he was another mouth to feed-- one who needed constant attention-- and the bill from his birth was crushing, what with Alaina's lack of insurance.
Needless to say, Alaina was wholly unprepared for the child. He had caused her to pick up another job. Now, she worked three jobs, which kept her occupied nearly all around the clock. She had to resort to leaving her child with her mother, relying on the ill woman to care for her son when she could hardly even raise herself up to eat.
It was hardly a year and a half before Jilly fell victim to her cancer, and Alaina ended up having to take out a loan to fund the funeral.
More weight upon Alaina's frail shoulders.
She did her best, at first, but it was too much to bear alone. Between the debt that she had incurred from the two years of community college that she'd taken fresh out of high school, the hospital bills from both the treatment of her mother and the birth of her son, the funeral costs, the cost of living, the general danger of Makaha, the stress of a newborn child...it was too much. She crumbled. As an escape, Alaina's fingers found the necks of liquor bottles, pipes of crack, and boxes of cigarettes, and her legs wrapped around the waists of strange men, at first as an escape, and then just for a little extra to get that escape. Caring for her son took the back-burner; surviving was the most important thing.
Without her mother there to care for her son, Alaina struggled to care for her toddler. When she could, she would bring him into work and rest him on her hip, but few times would her boss allow it. Alaina, desperate, ended up having to leave her toddler home alone, locked in an empty closet, with a box of cereal for his meal for the day. She was wrought with guilt after she did, and she ended up finding a couple in their eighties in their neighborhood who were willing to care for him, for no cost-- Ahe and Kalani Iosua.
Though the couple was very frail and elderly, they had never been able to have children, and they lovingly opened their arms for Mike-- or "Lolo Kai", as they called him. Many nights, Alaina would not come to pick her son up, and he would rest at their house, in a crib that they scraped the money together to buy. On the nights that Alaina did come to get him, they would always offer to let him spend the night. On his second birthday, without his mother there, the Iosuas celebrated Michael's birthday.
The years went on, much the same. Alaina, strongly dependent on alcohol, cocaine, cigarettes, and sex to pass her free time, very rarely spent any moments with Mike. Mike, as he grew, spent many nights sleeping on the Iosuas' creaky couch. He was left to fend for his own on meals. The elderly couple very rarely had anything in their pantry for themselves, much less him.
At school, Mike had a lot of trouble. Though he was a bright boy, he chose to slack off, instead opting to cause trouble. Fights were nearly a weekly thing, permitted because his school was absolutely horrendous. He was a bully, socially high and morally low.
As time went on, Mike showed a strong interest in the field of photography and modeling. He remarked that he wanted to be the next person on the cover of magazines. It was dumb, he'd said, but he kinda just wanted to be famous.
The Iosua's took this to heart, encouraging him to get his grades up, to stop throwing down at school, and to make something of himself. It was difficult for him, and he wasn't good at being good. There were many times where he blew up and said things that he regretted to the old couple. Eventually, though, he began to turn his life for the better.
And then disaster struck.
Ahe, chronically ill, was on oxygen, and one night, an electrical spark ended up catching his tank on fire. Michael had been asleep on the couch when it had happened, and Kalani, asleep in the upstairs bedroom of the rotting house, hadn't been able to get up in time to warn him or to get him to call the fire department.
By the time that the boy, age twelve, had noticed, it was far too late. Even so, he had fought through the flames to try to get to them and save them, before eventually escaping the house, heaving breaths.
Alaina Reid, 27, is Mike's mother, biologically. Throughout his childhood, she was absent, though, and, when she was around, she had the tendency to be drunk, high, and smoking cigarettes, which she often extinguished on him. Needless to say, Mike has a terrible relationship with her, if any at all. She very rarely texts and has only called twice since Mike's arrival at the school. When he came to visit the summer after his freshman year, she was nowhere to be found at their home. She's an alcoholic, crackhead, smoker, and a hooker, and she works three jobs to sustain her habits.
He went to a dark place in his life soon thereafter. He holed up in his house, skipping school nearly every day because absolutely no one cared. His mom tried to speak to him, but he did nothing but blow up at her and turn her away.
Then, he discovered Hollywood Arts.
It was just a little flyer that caught his eye when he had been sitting alone outside of a decrepit gas station. It'd rolled by, soaking wet with the mud from a recent rain.
He'd picked it up.
And he knew what he had to do.
This was his ticket out. This place was his ticket out of this hellhole called home. The Iosuas had wanted him to pursue his dream, and...
And now he had a means to.
It hard for him to bring his grades up, but he poured himself fully into it. He went from attending once or twice a semester to not missing a single day, and he worked himself hard until he had the grades to apply for the scholarship.
When he got it, he felt like he finally had hope.
Now, here he is. He's here because he worked his ass off to be here. He's here because he has to be.
Upon coming here freshman year, Mike signed on with the first agency that gave him an offer-- and he regrets it to this day. They take too much of a cut of what he earns to the point that he's stuck in living conditions similar to-- if not worse-- than those back home. But, hey, at least his mom isn't around, so that's a plus.
Listen, he doesn't have much else to do.
This is his last hope. He'll do anything to stay.
mortal fucking enemy
Landon is Mike's once-best-friend-turned-fucking-bane-of-his-existence, and that's all that there is to say about the bastard. Move on.
When he first arrived, Michael was even rougher around the edges than he is currently. Coming straight from a place with such a high crime rate as his had and having been a bully all throughout school who engaged in fights nearly every day, his roughness was unsurprising. He was even more of an asshole-- uncaring about others, using them in any way that he pleased, and doing whatever he wanted to do. "Fuckboy supreme", as some might call him.
And someone helped to change that, little by little.
He was quickly offered to sign with an agency that promised to make him a big name, and, despite all of the signs that this was a bad idea and all of the warnings of the department head, Mike took the deal, basically signing away his soul for pennies on the dollar.
He formed a positive relationship with Genevieve Johannes as well as Evelyn Sinclaire, seeing as they were both in his department, but he didn't begin to consider them friends until much later. Much the same went for he and Dorian Harlow, whose relationship with him moved to friendship at around sophomore year.
Mike spent freshman year nearly entirely alone, and he struggled heavily with his finances, thanks to the agency he signed underneath.
Through Evie, his sophomore year, Mike met Landon Sinclaire, who became his first real, true friend at HA-- and, honestly, ever. The two quickly grew close, and they called one another best friends for two years-- until the Project Showcase of the 2019 - 2020 school year, when Mike was a junior. The two fought backstage and were unable to go on for their performance, which soiled Mike's record and caused him a lot of bad press.
Recently, Mike befriended Nathan Woods, hookup of Evie and just general cool guy. Mike doesn't know him all too well, but things seem to be shaping up to be a beautiful friendship.
Throughout his time at HA, Mike's indulged in the school's hookup culture. Again, fuckboy supreme, blah blah blah. Known to have very few standards, Mike's reputation as "someone who'll sleep with anyone as long as that anyone is a she and says the word" has gotten him into some pretty tight places. For one, he hooked up with Madelaine Harlow, the sister of one of his closest friends who he's currently doing his best to avoid because he feels as if she'd caught feelings for him back then, back in the summer, and he's been doing well keeping that secret. He also hooked up with Livanna Moore back in the summer, even though he knew that he was being used as a rebound after Liv and Gen's breakup on a few hours prior to the hookup. What can he say? They wanted him, after all. Who was he not to oblige?
Career-wise, Mike's been relatively successful, having starred in several fashion campaigns for high-class companies, and his name is well-known, but thanks to his agency, he doesn't reap the benefits of this fact.
fellow karma's touch founder
Nate's Mike's friend and the fellow founder of Karma's Touch, the next biggest "band" that will rock your world. To be honest, Mike really doesn't know Nate that well, but look. Things are on their way to them being great friends, which means that he actually likes the guy, and that's more than Mike can say about most other people.
Saint's stoic gaze and curly hair are two of his most distinguishing features.
With light brown skin and dark brown eyes, Saint is an attractive boy who stands at 5'10". His black, curly hair is usually either hidden beneath a hat or just let free without much done to it. His various tattoos, given to him by a couple of the students who want to pursue tattoo artistry, are placed all over his body. He has a septum piercing and usually wears a ring in it, and he also has pierced ears.
She say, "Do you love me?" I tell her, "Only partly"
I only love my bed and my momma, I'm sorry...
Saint Taylor is a calm, collected person whose aloof demeanor gives one the distinct impression of self-importance. Stoic and rather unfeeling, Saint tends to not concern himself with others, instead focusing his attention on his career in art to the point that he hardly sleeps (which has sent him to the hospital before, though the hospital visit did not phase his bad habit). He is detached and passive, and he sees himself more as a third party eye in pretty much every situation. He stays on the edges of rooms, and, even when he's in the center, he tends to blend into the background, which is his goal.
Saint is very intelligent and well-spoken. He speaks with a certain authority, as if he has all of the knowledge in the world. He's known to be very manipulative with his reasoning, and he knows what he's doing. He wants everyone around him to think the way that he does. Even so, he doesn't usually care too much to push for others to agree with him because he sees others as a waste of his time, for the most part. He only really does this when their opinions or actions affect him or his friends (which he doesn't have too many of).
Saint is reserved and quiet. He would sit in the corner and work quietly, not disturbing or talking to anyone or anything, for all eternity if he could do so without passing out for exhaustion. He generally doesn't like to speak with others, seeing his time as more valuable than that and better spent doing any number of other things. He really only likes to "waste his time" talking with people who see things the same as him-- or "reasonable people", as he calls them.
Saint is uncomfortable with seeing others hurting. When he sees others in pain, he tends to offer some level of comfort to them, usually in the form of his presence and some weed. He sees it as a waste of his time, but he does it because he's not as uncaring as he likes to believe himself to be. That being said, he doesn't hesitate to interject his opinions when he offers them his comfort, so he's typically not used as anyone to go to for comfort.
Saint is known for his general disregard of others, as well as what is socially acceptable and what isn't. In other words, Saint does what he wants to do when he wants to do it, and he expects others to accept it and move past it. Saint is highly hypocritical, though. As previously mentioned, he wants everyone around him to think the way that he does, but he doesn't want to hold them to the same standard.
Saint also has no real sense of loyalty. Beyond his loyalty to Dei and his mother, Saint really has no boundaries. When he's in a relationship, he doesn't stay loyal or anything like that.
Saint is dishonest. He very rarely tells the truth-- or, at least, the complete truth. He is usually lying to some degree, whether by omission or just flat out.
Saint is responsible. He can care for himself. He is mature enough to remain composed when he is angry, which is very rare. He is non-aggressive, though he is confrontational. He doesn't fight, though he does argue, and he never really raises his voice. He, for the most part, speaks in his uninterested tone and maintains a stoic look.
Saint is unemotional for the most part, but he does have emotions deep down. They're just not triggered often because of his detachment from everything. Beyond that, Saint does not emote much. He's soft-spoken and a man of few words, and the words that he does say are often eloquently told lies.
Saint is conceited and proud but, by most accounts, unassuming. He's quiet, so one wouldn't think that he's such a terrible person, and he conceals this from many people by pretty talk and lies about what actions he has taken.
Many people call him an "asshole"; he just calls himself a "free thinker"...
Doing his art. Whether he is sketching, sculpting, blowing glass, or scribbling down ideas for future projects, Saint is almost always working.
Smoking weed. Saint smokes often.
Gaming. As said before, Saint is usually working, but, on the off chance that he isn't working, he is either lying around and smoking lethargically (whether this be at a party or at any array of other places) or is casually gaming. He mostly enjoys farming simulators.
Saint Taylor (or, as more people know him, Saint Tay) was born on August 21st, 2003, in Memphis, Tennessee, to Jemaya "Maya" Taylor in her senior year of college. Jemaya, daughter of Derrick Taylor, county clerk, was single at the time, though she knew who Saint’s father was— Travis Glencoe, a married man who Maya didn’t know was married at the time that they got together. It was a whole mess. Travis didn’t want anything to do with Saint, but he did help out his mother when she requested— because, you know, otherwise Maya promised to tell his wife that he’d fathered her children.
Saint, when he was very young, was constantly scribbling on everything that he had. He was always drawing and showing the drawings off to his mother, describing long-windedly the deep stories behind each stroke even when what the image was was crudely drawn and indiscernible. He loved to use building blocks to create tall buildings and mud to make oddly-shaped creatures that he always claimed were either cats or dogs.
His mother encouraged him to pursue his creative ambitions, always complimenting his drawings even when they were hardly able to be distinguished from stray marks on lined paper. Because of this, Saint attributes much of his success to his mother.
Maya and Saint lived on their own in a small apartment complex on the outskirts of Memphis. His mother, a nurse at a community hospital, did her best to support Saint, and his father picked up the slack when she couldn’t. Thus, Saint lived an oddly comfortable life.
Jo is Saint's ex. The two dated from May of Saint's junior year to this August. The ending was...unpleasant, but none of it is really his fault. Jo will tell you different, but you shouldn't believe a word from her mouth.
In school, Saint was a dilligent worker, making straight As in all of his work thanks to his dedication and refusal to accept anything but the best that he could do from himself. His art skills also began to vastly improve, and he won nearly every art contest that he was entered into as a child. In middle school, he began to experiment with ceramics, which he found to be the medium that resonated with him most.
He was popular in school, as he tended to hang out with the "bullies". He couldn't help that they were the ones who understood him the most-- they were the ones who let him do whatever he wanted because they were the ones who did whatever they wanted. Of course, this scored him a lot of girlfriends, throughout elementary school and middle school, and he had absolutely no problem with that, either. They're also the ones who he picked up his weed habit from.
He heard about Hollywood Arts through a little flyer in seventh grade. He told his mom about it, asking if he could attend when he reached freshman year, and she kindly told him that they couldn’t afford that. He made a promise to himself to get in regardless, and he worked hard to get a scholarship for the school.
The first year that he applied was his ninth grade year, but he had applied far too late, and all of the slots had been taken up before they had even gotten to him. They encouraged him to apply his sophomore year, though, and he did so.
He’d been attending here since his sophomore year on the scholarship. It's his dream in life to be a successful artist, and it's not much deeper than that.
Naomi is one of the major players in Saint's break up with Jo, and, thus, he has no real respect for Naomi. He hasn't really spoken to her since that night, but he doesn't care to.
Saint became quick friends with Kordei Grant. Their nearly opposite personalities balanced out quite well-- Saint was the ying to Dei's yang. Dei was the only person who Saint allowed very close to himself.
Even so, Saint also hit it off with Nathan Woods, a fellow art department stoner. The two became friends, and Saint soon befriended people through Nate , namely his other roommates Augustus Jace and Antonio Elizondo.
The day after the Arts Fest his junior year, he ended up collapsing from exhaustion. He was hospitalized for a few days, and his health suffered greatly.
In May of his junior year (May 2020), he got to know and began dating Josephine Bennett. When things were great, they were amazing. Saint enjoyed Jo's exuberant personality, and it balanced out his own stoic one. When things were bad, though, which was far more often than they were great, they were terrible. Saint's controlling nature led him to believe that he was allowed to tell her whatever she could and couldn't do while he was exempt from her criticism. This caused many, many fights (and subsequent make-ups). This tension accumulated at a party this August.
Saint and Josie had gotten into a fight before going to the party. She had been wearing clothing that Saint had deemed to revealing, and his comment dissolved into another fight on the way to the party. Saint, despite being the designated driver, headed off to drink and smoke as soon as he arrived at the party, and he ended up meeting with Naomi Elizondo, cousin of his roommate. One thing led to another, and, by the end of the party, the two ended up making out on the stairs of the house and getting all on one another-- only for Jo to walk up to ask him to drive her home and catch them. Saint left behind Naomi as Jo rushed to his car, and the two had a fight in his vehicle that resulted in the two breaking up. Saint kicked her out of his vehicle and drove off, stranding her at the party.
Saint, thanks to his hard work, has seen great success at Hollywood Arts career-wise. He's been commissioned to do hundreds of designs and sculptures, and his art has been met with wide commercial success. Several art exhibits around the globe hold his art, and hundreds of businesses own prints or sculptures done by him.
nate and beelzebub woods
Nate and Beel are the other two parts to the #StonerSquad trio of roommates. They like weed and they're roommates. It's a pretty simple concept.
No real style. Whatever she's feeling that day.
Her sweet smile and sunny face.
Slim and small, Kelli stands at 5'5", the height that she's been since the middle of freshman year. She has dark brown hair which she is currently growing out, though she's tempted to cut it short because she's starting to get tired of having so much hair. She usually wears a sweet smile that carries all the way to her dark brown eyes. She has pierced ears and thick eyebrows.
Kellian is a free spirit. With a kind smile on her face and a sweet heart, Kelli is a generally optimistic, kind, and friendly girl. She is chipper and warm. She's rather quiet and unimposing, and she has a gentle presence. She tends to shy away from the center of attention, opting to be more of a supportive person than anything. She's compassionate, empathetic, and encouraging. If she sees anyone hurting or uncomfortable, she makes it her goal to cheer them up-- or at least give them company. She is an ear to listen when others need it, and she's two arms to hug when they don't. She is eager-to-please and wants to satisfy everyone's needs that she can, when she can. She's very altruistic and selfless and finds every way that she can help others, even if it causes inconveniences to herself.
Kelli is outgoing and easygoing. She wants to have as many friends as possible, yes, but, more than that, she wants to be a friend to as many people as possible. Kelli likes to feel needed, more than anything. She's nonjudgmental and does her best to encourage others to be themselves unashamedly. She is agreeable and is quite the opposite of a fighter.
Kelli is clumsy and goofy-- at least, when she isn't dancing. She's not the most dextrous person when she's "feeling the beat", so to speak, and this causes a lot of problems for herself. She's unfocused and has little discipline when it comes to things besides dancing, too. She doesn't really apply herself in school and would much rather watch videos for hours on end-- and, honestly, days on end, but she has to sleep. Kelli is a bit lazy when it comes to things aside from dancing.
Kelli lets herself be used and taken advantage of. She's weak-willed and relents her opinions with little to no force. She denies her emotions and downplays her feelings, reasoning that others' is more important.
Kelli is very unsure of who she actually is because of the face that she put on for others for so long. She still feels fake, even though she is mostly past the phase of acting like everything is okay. Because of this, she is very insecure and unsure of herself.
Kelli is also secretive and emotionally closed off. She sees her struggles and emotions as unimportant or much smaller than she thinks that they are, and so she downplays them by simply acting like they don't exist. She doesn't want to worry others. Even when she's hurt by others, she does her best to smile through it and act like nothing is wrong. When asked if anything is wrong, she'll vehemently deny that there is anything wrong.
Kelli is an anxious person. She still often feels mildly awkward when around others, and she over-thinks her actions, though she tries to do what her mother encouraged her to do an "think positive thoughts".
♥ Fluffy things
♥ Lip gloss
♥ Tiny things
♥ Nice people
♥ Making others happy
- Judgment - Failure - Bugs - Small spaces - Sharp objects - Being in bathrooms alone - Seeing others being hurt - Performing alone - Being left alone
Dancing. Dance is her way of self-expression, though she's been trying to get into drawing.
Being on social media. Tiktok, Instagram, Pinterest, Twitter, FaceBook, and YouTube get most of her time-- especially the last one. She spends hours a day binging puppy videos. She's obsessed, okay? It's kind of a problem.
Watching tv shows. Kelli is a fan of cooking shows in particular, though she has no interest in cooking.
Kellian Nadia Phelan was born to Joan and Daryl Phelan in Healdsburg, California on October 20th, 2004. The couple had a son named Kian who was born a year and a couple weeks apart from Kelli.
Joan and Daryl were your stereotypical "peace and love" hippie parents. Joan was an herbalist, which, together with Daryl's job working in a financial office, helped to make give the family a comfortable, upper middle class lifestyle.
Joan and Daryl showed a deep care for their children, and Kelli was especially close with her mother, who promoted communication and openness about emotions and feelings, as well as being "true to herself" and "following her heart". (Call it the hippiness or what have you.)
Kelli showed a strong interest in dancing and music, and Joan promised Kelli that she'd let her "be a dancer" when she was older.
Kian is Kelli's older brother, so, of course, she loves him, even if he is super protective of her. She guesses that it's his job. They get along pretty well, though they obviously have the typical sibling-ish fights. They don't really talk about personal things or anything, but that's okay. She'd do anything for him, and...well, him coming here is proof that he'd do anything for her, even if her parents did ask him to come.
(tw: bullying, homophobia)
Kelli enrolled in kindergarten at a public school when she was five years old. Though Kelli hadn't attended preschool, she had socialized with the children of the neighborhood, as well as with the children of her mother's and father's friends, and she fit right in at the kindergarten class.
Right off the bat, she made best friends with a girl name Anya Daniels, a shy, nearly-reclusive blonde girl, and the two stuck together all of the time, hanging out with her every chance that she could.
When Kelli was six years old, her mother did as she had promised, and she enrolled her in dance classes headed by Lorraine Blanchet (and, no, not blan-chett-- blahn-shay), who was said to be the best teacher around.
Lorraine was...well, a bitch of a dance teacher. Strict and uptight, the woman allowed for no mistakes. She was harsh to the point of verbal abuse to her pupils, and she was particularly hard on Kelli, whose dancing left much to be desired. Kelli was the one who she chose as her "whipping boy", and she was punished and subject to even harsher comments and criticism than usual.
Though her mother had told her to tell her when anyone was making her feel uncomfortable and upset, her dance experience was her first experience with others, and she didn't know that this was abnormal. Though her spirits were crushed at every practice, Kelli suffered through it. She loved dancing, and she wanted to be the best that she could-- which was what teachers were supposed to do, and so that had to be what the teacher was doing for her.
Kelli and Anya's friendship remained strong. There was petty playground drama, but there was nothing major, and none of their "outs" ever lasted any longer than a few hours. Kelli didn't really have any friends outside of Anya, but this wasn't any kind of problem.
On came third grade. Kelli and Anya were in the same class again (as they had been every year), much to their excitement. The year started without a hitch, and things were going swimmingly.
Then Bianca Morrish moved in.
Kelli was always friendly to unfamiliar people, even though they never really stuck around to become her friend, and she was just as friendly as usual to Bianca. Bianca, however, seemed more receptive to her friendliness than the others had been, and the two got along pretty well. Bianca and Anya really, really hit it off, though. Bianca quickly became a third member of the group.
Bianca and Anya were becoming closer and closer by the day, and Kelli felt more and more ostracized. She became the "third wheel" of the friend group. She started being pushed aside. She was left out of outings. When she was invited, she was relentlessly bullied, and she was used to hold books, bags, and, more or less, be kicked and bossed around. Kelli was complacent, though. These were her friends, and she saw nothing wrong with it. Even if she was hurting, this was...friendship, so she didn't have a problem with it, because this was...her role.
It was her role to play. It was her job to smile and be their dog.
Anya moved away in fourth grade, leaving Kelli with Bianca, whose attitude changed for the worst. Bianca started to be harsher on Kelli, taking everything out on her. She bullied her, called her ugly and fat, and tried to pressure her into changing herself. She mocked Kelli's interests and fashion choices. She criticized Kelli's way of life, and she tried to pressure Kelli into becoming whatever Bianca wanted her to become. According to Bianca, Kelli's mom only told her that she loved her because she was supposed to, not because she actually did, because no one could love Kelli. Bianca convinced Kelli that she was her friend out of pity and the kindness of her heart, not because she deserved any friendship or any kind of respect. Bianca invalidated Kelli's feelings at every chance. She wanted her to get a boyfriend, because it was "weird not to have one", and she started mockingly telling boys that Kelli was in love with them and writing letters in Kelli's handwriting to give to boys. Of course, this got Kelli to be bullied by not only Bianca, a girl who she trusted, but also many of her peers.
Kelli had no reason to believe that she wasn't the problem. Though her mother encouraged communication throughout her childhood, the damage that was being done to her perception of human interaction through dance as well as the constant bullying and mockery coming from Bianca led her to remain entirely silent. Instead, she started to try and change herself to become what Bianca wanted her to, but it was never good enough. Bianca mocked her "attempts at being normal", and she tried to force her to do more things that she didn't want to.
To others, Kelli was a bright, happy person, though, and nothing seemed amiss. Her interests were changing because she was "growing up", and that was all that it seemed to be.
They soon began middle school, and Bianca was still attending with Kelli. Kelli was under the strong impression that she was Bianca's best friend, even though, to everyone else, it was obvious that she was being used. To Kelli, this was a normal, healthy friendship, even though she was suffering and struggling every day.
Bianca's constant bullying continued and only worsened. Kelli was made to feel entirely worthless. Bianca encouraged her to stuff her bra and try to get with the eighth graders at the school. Bianca had a "boyfriend" who was 16, and she tried to set Kelli up with one of his best friends. When she refused, she was mocked harder and harder.
Kelli had a crush on a girl in her class in sixth grade, a fact that she'd only ever confessed in a diary that she kept at home. Bianca came over one day, and she helped herself to reading Kelli's diary. When she read about her crush, Bianca actually smiled at Kelli and acted like she was accepting.
When Kelli got to school that next Monday, the whole class knew. Homophobic slurs were written on her on her desk, and, at every turn, someone was pushing her, kicking her down, and laughing at her. The girls were especially hard on her, and they acted as if she was diseased.
Worse than that, the girl who she had the crush on went right up to her and told her that she was "fucking disgusting" and was "better off dead". Meanwhile, the whole class laughed, and, afterward, Bianca offered Kelli a hug before pushing her down to the floor and telling her that this was what she deserved for "being so gross".
Bianca was caught doing this, and the teacher pulled Kelli up and took her to the counselor.
Kelli was asked to tell everything that had happened, but Kelli only mentioned that incident. She was sent back to class, but she was called in again when the words on her backpack were caught by a teacher.
Throughout the last half of the day, Kelli was asked about everything. Little by little, she admitted more, severely downplaying the severity of it.
The school called her mother and told her about everything that had happened to Kelli throughout the day, and her mom came and picked her up.
Her mom asked her about everything that had happened, and everything that had built up for so long had become too much for her to handle. Kelli burst out crying and confessed everything to her mom.
Kelli grew physically ill from everything, and she stayed out of school for the next two weeks. When she recovered, her mother transferred her to a new school.
When she moved schools, it was in the middle of the first semester of her sixth grade year, and Kelli had no friends. She was shy and anxious because of what had happened, and she wasn't sure how to approach others because of what had happened.
Kelli forced a smile at first. She forced herself to reach out and meet her peers.
And she, surprisingly, got some friends.
Sure, she knew nothing about them. Sure, it was clear that she wasn't too well-liked by them...but they weren't bullying her. Even if she was always the odd man out or the last picked, she wasn't hated, and that was enough for her.
She strayed away from wearing the designer clothes that Bianca had pressured her into buying and moved into wearing whatever she felt like. She started putting stickers on things because she liked stickers. She started painting rainbows on things because she liked rainbows.
And, most importantly of all, she continued dancing because she loved dancing.
She threw her entire heart into dancing. Another teacher came in to replace Lorraine, and this one, while strict, was much kinder with her treatment. Kelli used dancing to express herself and vent her feelings, working hard to improve her technique as well.
Her ninth grade year, Kelli was someone who her sixth grade self wouldn't even recognize. Out as pansexual, wearing bright colors, smiling from ear to ear, surrounded by several people who she recognized as genuine friends (though she didn't form a deep enough bond with them to continue speaking to them when she went to HA), Kelli was what Bianca had discouraged her from being-- herself.
Kelli still feels fake, though.
She works hard to maintain her face, but, deep down, she still holds the feelings that Bianca implanted in her all along-- that she is worthless, that she is a waste of energy. Her therapy ceased the second semester of her ninth grade year, and she keeps her emotions and her turmoils entirely to herself (and her diary). She doesn't like to talk about herself or her feelings because she feels as if those are selfish and invalid, so she doesn't. Though she does try to do what her therapist told her to do-- internally discourage her negative thoughts and encourage her positive thoughts-- it's still a struggle.
Though it took a lot of convincing that she "could handle it", Kelli managed to coax her parents into letting her attend Hollywood Arts the start of 10th grade for her dancing.
Old Dance Friend
Oates was one of Kelli's classmates at dancing school, and the two were the best of friends. She really missed him when he was gone, but, now that they've been reunited, she couldn't be happier.
Kelli arrived at HA at the start of 10th grade.
She rooms with Veronica Crosby and is working super hard to prove to her parents that it was a good choice to let her come here and that she's grown enough to be able to handle herself.
Even so, it seems that her parents' concern got to them, because Kian just now moved and is starting HA, too-- which she isn't upset about, but she's disappointed that she couldn't prove to them that she's grown up.
Ronnie is Kelli's roommate and best friend. Ronnie is honestly the dopest person to Kelli, and Kelli really appreciates having an actual friend.
Champagne for My Real Friends, Real Pain for My Sham Friends
Fall out Boy
Felix Rian Emmerson
date of birth
January 15, 2004 (Capricorn)
Place of Birth
Montgomery, Alabama, USA
You steer in a rear-view mirror, make my head swim
I'll keep you warm and won't ask you where you've been...
His crooked grin.
Blonde haired and blue eyed, Felix is a handsome boy who stands at 5'10". Typically dressed in preppy clothes, he's known for his crooked grin that seems to be perpetually plastered on his face when out of character..
And we're friends, we're friends
Just because we move units...
Felix Rian Emmerson may seem like the stereotypical Southern gentleman. He’ll say “please”, “thank you”, and “ma’am” and “sir”; he’ll open the door for you and give you a smile if you’re looking down; he’ll offer his comfort and a nice meal if you seem out of it and expect no explanation and nothing in return. The son of a wealthy man in the political sphere, Felix has been raised to be a shining symbol of his family’s honor. He’s charming in a simple way, and it is often said that he “can charm the skin off of a snake”. He tends to be easygoing and lax and can usually get along with just about everyone. He dislikes tension and does his best to resolve it— or distract from it— if at all possible.
Felix is focused on his goals, not letting anyone get in his way or knock him down. He follows the golden rule, for the most part— he wants to do unto others as he would like done it him— but he won't let anyone hinder him.
All of this said, his cheerful, carefree persona is in stark contrast to his darker, more guilty motivation: greed. Felix’s greatest weakness is his desire for power. If he has a reward in front of himself— no matter how close he is to others— he pulls no stops to grab it. He wants fame and fortune, and, as much as he cares for others, his future matters more than his present to him. More, more, more is all that he’s after. This is one reason why he runs a “business”. There is a risk, but he sees it as worth it for the great reward— lined pockets. He puts making money and forwarding his career over anything else— over his friends, over his mental wellbeing, over everything.
Felix doesn’t like to speak about himself and his feelings. He dislikes lying and tries to avoid it at all costs, but he often tells half-truths to avoid admitting his true feelings on matters.
Felix is nonconfrontational and generally not aggressive. He’d rather have calm discussions on tension than fight and solve the problems without blowing up. He solves his problems “with my head, not my fists”, because he believes that overt violence doesn’t get anyone anywhere. He has remarkable self-control when around others, and he very rarely breaks and loses his temper. That said, he does have a temper in there some where, and, though it does take a lot to set it off, when it’s set off, he’s a force to be reckoned with.
He genuinely does not like to hurt people. When he does betray them for his own greedy reasons, he almost immediately regrets it and apologizes profusely— or he apologizes as he does it.
He sees friendships and all other relationships as important but also expendable. Though he does his best to be a "good friend", he wouldn't hesitate to forgo a relationship if it meant more money or more success.
Felix Emmerson is the first and only child of Clara and Caleb Emmerson. Born in Montgomery, Alabama on January 15, 2004, Felix's birth was highly anticipated. His father, more commonly known as C. A. Emmerson, was an assistant of one of the senators-- or, well, that was his job title, but C. A. did much more than that. His connection to the politician landed him an ins with many of his boss' adversaries and peers alike. A cunning man, C. A. knew just what to do to get information when speaking with them, and he would relay this to his boss.
What were his main means? Drugs.
He became close with those at the top, and his charisma earned him ties very high up in political circles.
Clara, his wife, opted to be a housewife, though being C. A.'s wife lent her to be able to dine and grow close with many famed politician and their families.
Felix, of course, was thrust into the lenses of cameras and had under in the eyes of the media practically since his birth. His parents saw his birth as a way to get more capital, and so they began to, even when he was a toddler, take him to acting auditions. The Emmerson name was enough to get him into many of the roles that he got into.
Once a customer, Kian is Felix's old friend. Sure, once Kian stopped buying from him, communication dwindled some, but Felix still considers him a friend.
Growing up, Felix was homeschooled and kept from seeing other children. His father's employees at their large mansion-- his gardeners, his chefs, his maids, etc.-- were really the only ones who he saw outside of his jobs, except when his father would drag him to events to show him off. He was very awkward due to the lack of social interactivity in his life (and even now struggles with interpersonal relationships).
When Felix turned ten, his father got an offer to be an assistant to another political figure in California, and Felix was dragged there along with his parents. Of course, he had no friends to speak of, so it wasn't a big loss to him. Besides, his parents had promised him more acting jobs, and young Felix had learned from the best that all that really mattered in life was money. Money got his parents wherever, money could get him wherever. He could buy whatever he wanted, he could do whatever he wanted, and no one could really complain.
When he hit sophomore year, HA came to Felix's attention. Felix asked that his father pay for him to attend Hollywood Arts, and, of course, C. A. obliged. After all, it would look great for the name, and it would be another opportunity for "success".
Success as in money.Success as in power.
Given that, his father divulged another way to get Felix where he wanted: starting his own "business".
The son of one of his dad's coworkers, Slater is one of Felix's good friends, as well as a customer of his.
Felix and Landon Sinclaire, another acting student, are represented by the same agents and often try out for the same parts in films. Back at the start of summer, Felix and Landon both went to film for the same movie in which they played brothers. Them spending time with one another during rehearsals grew into the two of them hanging out outside of it, and now the two are great friends.
As far as his career goes, Felix has been very successful, starring in a wide variety of films and even a couple of television shows. Some of this can be attributed to nepotism— he is the son of a powerful politician, after all— but you have to use what you have in life to get you to where you want to be, huh?
As for his...other career, Felix has also been very successful, thanks to his father (in many respects). The “friendly neighborhood dealer” has made a reputation for himself for being cheerful and kind to those who buy from him— as well as using his charming talk to get return customers.
Mikaela is the sister of one of the boys who Felix shot the film that he had traveled for with. The dude mentioned to Felix that his sister was starting at HA the next year and that she was going to need a roommate, and he asked Felix if he would be her roommate and kind of "keep a watch on her". Felix accepted because of his altruism and the fact that he has a great respect for the other boy.
Well I'm finding it harder to be a gentleman every day...
I’m Finding it Harder to Be a Gentleman
The White Stripes
Sail Price Maeger
Goes solely by Sam
Yet to discover powers.
Tall and broad-shouldered, but in an awkward way.
S-Styyyyle. Y-Yeah! He...h-he has it, ye...yeah, man.
Mods, Tats, Etc.
Pierced ears. Tat on bicep.
All the manners that I've been taught have slowly died away...
Sam Maeger is a total social outcast— arguably for a good reason. Absolutely abysmal at conversation, forming relationships, and just physically existing, Sam is an absolutely miserable person to be around. Though book smart, he’s a danger to himself and others. He does his best to seem charming and friendly, but he fails utterly. He is uncool, awkward, and clumsy. Not only that, but he’s a total incel and blames all of his social struggles on those around him thanks to his undercover egoism.
What a lovely person.
Think “big magnet”. Sam attracts bits of metal smaller than 4-in wide and 5-in long within 10 feet around himself (when at max pull). (Anything larger than this, he himself begins to get attracted to.) When he is still, his magnetic pull becomes stronger and stronger, which means that the longer he sits still in a spot, the more he will attract. His magnetism is relatively weak at first, only spanning a couple of centimeters all around himself, but, depending on how long he stands, his range can grow to 10 feet. (When he improves his skills, he may be able to will the range and strength of his magnetism to change). He is able to manipulate these small pieces of metal, including bending, twisting, and breaking it into smaller pieces, though these things take a lot of effort to do. He is able to control the position of these pieces in the air around him (make them levitate, move them about) within two feet of himself. Objects under his control can still be touched, moved, and stopped. They don’t cease to be objects just because he can control them, and they don’t have any particular force that makes them difficult to pick off beyond what normal laws of gravity and speed allow, though the pieces directly stuck to him are often too difficult for others to physically pull from his body— and too difficult for him to physically pull from his body. When things leave the two-foot span of his direct control, they are prone to becoming attracted to him again, but he cannot control them until they re-enter the span.
It takes immense focus and concentration for him to be able to get objects off of himself and keep them away from him. This fact alone makes it difficult for him to do too much with his powers, as those also take a lot of effort. Surely, as he practices, it will get easier, but it still requires a lot of energy and constant attention regardless. Because of this, his power is mostly a nuisance.
likes & dislikes
+ Looking cool
vices + virtues
+ Decent sense of humor
+ Book smart
But if I held the door open for you, it would make your day...
Sam is the second-born son of what some would call a Karen and a Steve— two corporate manager parents who spoiled him to death because he was the youngest son literally named Karen and Steve. Yes, he has creative grandparents. He's one of two children, and his elder brother hates him to death.
A planned child, Sam has always had it made. His parents are by no means rich, but they always give him what he wants, regardless of what it is. Thus, he's developed into a rather...hard to tolerate person.
Bullied throughout school, Sam had very few people (if any) who were close to him, leaving him to grow in resentment after being rejected and rejected for “things he couldn’t help” (but totally could).
He is unaware that he has powers. Sure, weird metal things keep getting stuck to him, but...