Realistic or Modern Odd Ones Out

[MyUsualTriumph]

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[MyUsualTriumph]

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"Just keep swimming..."


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• Face Value
• On Paper
• Getting to Know Me
• Just Being Myself
• Founding OOOmega

• 
  
  
  Name:
  
  
  Phineas "Finn" Downard
  
  
  Age: 22
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Height: 6'2"
  
  
  Hair Color: Black
  
  
  Eye Color: Blue
  
  
  
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  Year: Third
  
  
  Major: Sociology
  
  
  Sexuality: Gray-Ace, Panromantic
  
  
  Relationships:
  
  
  Crush:
  
  
  
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  Quirks:
  
  
  Generally Likes Everyone
  
  
  Creative
  
  
  Trusting
  
  
  Happy-Go-Lucky
  
  
  Delightfully Off
  
  
  Strengths:
  
  
  Open-Minded
  
  
  Intelligent
  
  
  Natural Peacemaker
  
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  
  Forgetful
  
  
  Too Trusting
  
  
  Naive
  
  
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  History:
  
  
  Phineas "Finn" Andrew Downard was born to Joseph and Trisha Downard. Finn was a happy child, always extremely curious about the world and going out of his way to discover. He lived comfortably, neither in squalor nor in grandeur, as his parents both held middle paying jobs. Things began to change when Finn entered middle school. His father's company got a huge investment, and became a household name. With this, he began taking a much heftier salary.
  
  
  Trisha was thrilled. She began making plans to buy a bigger house and brand new car and all other luxuries. Joseph was much more reserved. He was constantly donating his wealth, purchasing what they needed and only small luxuries. Trisha always dreamed of spectacular wealth, and was livid at the way Joseph was handling the money. At a gala, Trisha met the Australian businessman Roger, and the two began having an affair. Joseph knew, and began cutting the ties to Trisha financially and romantically. For the sake of Finn, they tried to keep the hostility out of the house, but Finn was smarter than that. He knew what was going on and he detested it. The negativity in the household, the animosity began his parents. It was the darkest part of his life.
  
  
  In high school, he moved towns. His mother had moved to Australia with Roger, and his father couldn't bear to be in the same house any longer. Finn ultimately decided that it was for the best. Without the ugly tension at home, he was able to explore who he was as a person. He made new friends, rejoined the swimming team. He disliked spending summers in Australia with Roger, but he tried to make the best of the situation. He studied hard, and received a full ride to college where he decided to major in sociology.
  
  
  Finn is a light-hearted soul who works consistently to see the best in others around him. While he struggled a lot with his parents' divorce, he still is able to maintain a bright and almost naive outlook on life. Finn is incredibly forgetful. He keeps a master calendar, but sometimes simply forgets to write things down in it... Or that he owns one at all. He tends to rely on his friends to keep him up to date with classroom assignments or OOOmega paperwork.
  
  
  
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  Likes:
  
  
  People
  
  
  Talking
  
  
  New Friends
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  Being Underestimated
  
  
  People Who Assume He's Unintelligent
  
  
  Fears:
  
  
  The Dark
  
  
  Robot Uprising
  
  
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  Writing Sample:
  
  
  Founding OOOmega
  
  
  "Of course, it was a left at Orange Way, not a right at Millennial Parkway..." Phineas muttered to himself as he finally pulled into the student parking lot. You'd think after three "practice trips" to the university, he'd stop making these ridiculous directional errors, but, no luck. His friends used to joke that Phineas would even forget his own name if it wasn't sewn into his underwear. The sad part was that they were probably right. But, Finn was getting better about remembering things. It was certainly a long-term project. Finn reached and removed the keys from the ignition of his blue mini cooper, taking a minute to look over the clownfish keychain. He smiled at it fondly. His mother had gotten it for him when he joined the swim team at school his freshman year of high school. There was something about it... He could look at it and remember things he had previously forgotten.
  
  
  Finn had not forgotten how exciting today was going to be. There were going to be so many new people to meet! Sure, Finn had been a bit sad at first when none of his friends were accepted into the same university. He was going to miss seeing them, especially now that with his parents split up he'd only spend every other summer in his hometown. But, Finn forced himself to look on the bright side. He'd be forced to meet new people, and new people were exciting!
  
  
  With a big grin, Finn grabbed his backpack from the backseat. He had some other belongings, a few packed boxes, but he was too eager to see his dorm to worry too much about them. He could always come back and grab them after the club fair. Finn looked down at his watch and almost jumped. There was only a minute left in check in?! He had left his house with plenty of time! Even allowed for him to get there early! Then again, he had made that wrong turn... And that other wrong turn... Mentally cursing himself, Finn made his way to the check in desk.
  
  
  "Hello!" He greeting the girl behind the check-in table with a grin. The blonde looked up from her phone and sized Finn up before responding with a clearly less enthusiastic greeting. Finn frowned. Was it something he said? Something he was wearing? Did he smell weird? "Umm... I'm checking in. Phineas Downard." The blonde handed him his check-in packet and gave him loose directions to his dorm. Finn thanked her before hunting for his room, a lot less enthusiastic than before.
  
  
  The club meet-up was somehow worse than check-in had been. He had expected to find a place to meet friends, and a place to discover new interests. Instead, he found a mass of people divided into obvious cliques. With a frown, Finn looked around the tables. Stood up on a table on the side of the fair was a poster from Sword Art Online. Finn grinned. He loved that anime! Maybe these could be his people!
  
  
  "Sword Art Online!" Finn exclaimed to a group who was chatting in front of the table. "That's one of my favorites! It's so good!"
  
  
  "But the second arc is so problematic." A girl dressed in a black shirt with the word "OTAKU" emblazoned groaned. "And the romance with Asuna ruined it. I mean, the whole part in the cabin and the fanservice-" She was cut off by a boy with hair dyed bright blue.
  
  
  "But you were just saying how much you loved Free!" The boy pointed out, hands on his hips. "It's just fanservice. There is, like, no plot whatsoever."
  
  
  "The second season had plot!" The girl rebutted. "And the first season had angst too. Who doesn't love angst and abs? It's much better than gratuitous panty shots."
  
  
  Finn dismissed himself awkwardly before approaching other tables.
  
  
  Everywhere he went it was the same thing. He loved swimming, but he didn't watch it competitively. He loved films, but he wasn't particularly keen on ripping the plots to shreds. Reading was fun enough, but he had no desire to analyze why the wallpaper was yellow. Most people were finding their cliques just fine, and Finn felt his heart sink. He felt alone, like an outcast. Maybe he should have attended the same university as his friends. Looking around the club meet-up once more, Finn noticed that he wasn't the only one. There were plenty of people like him. Plenty of Odd Ones Out. His lips curved into a smile.
  
  
  He had an idea.
  
  
  

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• The Bitter Pill I Swallowed
• The Scar a Souvenir
• That Tattoo Your Last Bruise
• This Impossible Year

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  Name:
  
  
  Kieran Lucian Maddox
  
  
  Age: 20
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Height: 6'3"
  
  
  Hair Color: Brown
  
  
  Eye Color: Brown
  
  
  
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  Year: 2nd
  
  
  Major: Piano Performance
  
  
  Sexuality: Pansexual
  
  
  Relationships:
  
  
  Best Friend: Finn Downard
  
  
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  Crush:
  
  
  
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  Quirks:
  
  
  Melancholy
  
  
  Cynical
  
  
  Closeted Goofball
  
  
  Strengths:
  
  
  Ambitious
  
  
  Creative
  
  
  Intense
  
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  
  Moody
  
  
  Obsessive Tendencies (Particularly with his current muse)
  
  
  Social Skills
  
  
  Likes:
  
  
  Piano
  
  
  Travelling
  
  
  Order
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  His Father's Wife
  
  
  Anarchy
  
  
  Feeling "Stuck"
  
  
  Fears:
  
  
  Oblivion
  
  
  The Unknown
  
  
  Failure
  
  
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  History:
  
  
  Kieran Lucian Maddox was born to Octavian James Maddox and Madison Harper out of wedlock. Octavian was in an arranged marriage to a vile woman to further his political standing, and Madison was his wife's assistant. The two fell in love hard and fast, and Kieran was the product of that union. Madison quit her job to keep her pregnancy (thus her affair) a secret. Octavian hated it, and made a point to visit her and his son as often as he could, and provided them with monetary assets when required.
  
  
  Kieran's childhood was comfortable. His mother was great, there was never anything he truly wanted that he didn't have. However, when Kieran turned 11 things rapidly went south. His mother's health began to decline at an alarming rate, and she had passed within the year. Much to his wife's dismay, Octavian insisted upon raising Kieran with his children within wedlock.
  
  
  His wife was furious, and took all of her frustration with the affair out on Kieran. She hired the cruelest tutors and held him to standards that were near possible to achieve. Kieran could feel his soul dying. His father was consistently absent on foreign affairs, leaving everyone around him to tell him he was inadequate. Soon enough he began to believe it. He was 16 when he reached rock bottom, but sitting at the piano where his mother used to teach him he had a revelation. He was in control of his own life, and he could make changes. Kieran began to try in school and even in his etiquette lessons. He practiced piano and began to excel, earning a full ride to university for piano performance. Kieran dreams of traveling the world and doing everything his "family" told him he couldn't.
  
  
  ~
  
  
  Despite being much happier now than he was in his youth, Kieran still maintains a rather melancholy aura. He thinks his actions through carefully, and is incredibly polite and articulate. Kieran spends a lot of time within his own mind and comes across as a rather intense person. He has hard opinions on a lot of matters, and prides himself on being educated to the fullest extent before formulating opinions. Kieran is a bit of a "closet goofball." He appreciates humor overall and can crack the occasional joke, but there are little things that will send him into fits of laughter. Kieran can be seen as a bit of a cynic. But, he firmly believes in expecting the worst and being pleasantly surprised with something pleasant happens. With the help of his friends, he's learned to smile more and let loose, and to shake away the firmer aspect of his upbringing.
  
  
  Writing Sample:
  
  
  "Wrong." The word was punctuated by a ruler slamming down onto his wrist. Kieran had taken his hand back, wincing at the sting before going to rest his hand in his lap. And so went all of his lessons for the day. Since moving in with his father and his wife, each day began at 6 AM sharp with courtesies. He would learn the names of all of the other high-class families like his own. Their titles, their histories, how they preferred to be addressed. This was followed by ballroom dance, then politics, which was followed by dining etiquette. The content differed from class to class, but the conduct remained the same. Sit still. Sit quietly. Perform correctly. And if he didn't, he was slapped.
  
  
  By the end of the day, his wrists were purple and sore from where the ruler had come down on him so many times. It wasn't his fault that he didn't understand, it wasn't his fault that he couldn't do it. Kieran would glare at his half-siblings as they passed the classes and activities with flying colors, politely stifling laughter at Kieran's ineptitude. He was so tired of it. His upper lip quivered in frustration, and he tucked his chin to his chest, hiding his face in defeat.
  
  
  As soon as the class was over he walked swiftly (well-brought up young men never ran) to his room. Every instinct screamed at him to slam the door shut, yet his managed to close it gently. Kieran crossed the room rigidly, taking a seat at the baby grand piano across from his bed. He sat on the bench, releasing his tension with a breath. His fingers caressed the keys gently, contemplating what he should play. He lightly struck middle C, listening as the percussive sound bounced across the room. He listened as the vibrations continued, and when they faded to nothing more than a hum, he rapidly descended down the scale until his reached the bottom of the piano, increasing in pace, increasing in volume, ending in a vengeful fortissimo. He was breathing heavily now, and his eyes shut as he pulled familiar tunes from the ivory.
  
  
  Solemn and reflective, Moonlight Sonata bounced off the walls of his room. Kieran lost himself within the sound. His world was reduced to only himself in the piano. A slip of the finger viciously ripped him out of his introspection. Kieran tensed and stared at the keys. A mistake. Kieran winced, recalling the slap from earlier. It took him a moment to recollect and realize that he was alone. Somewhere in the back of his mind he could remember his mother's voice.
  
  
  "I messed up!" A younger Kieran sat in the same bench he sat in now, tears welling in his eyes.
  
  
  "Nonsense!" His mother assured him. Her dark eyes met those of her sons, which were one and the same. Both so different from the ice blue of his father's- and those of his father's wife.
  
  
  "But the page says-" Kieran began.
  
  
  "Who cares what Bach wanted?" His mother took the music from the stand and placed it beside her. "He's dead anyway." Kieran look horrified, and his mother chuckled. "Play that note again."
  
  
  "O-Okay..." Kieran stuttered, nervous now as he struck the note which had been so horribly offensive just moments before.
  
  
  "Good. Again." Kieran complied, and his mother played a melody above it. "Now you try." His fingers were tentative along the keys, but his mother continued to praise him. "Good! Keep going!"
  
  
  Her voice echoed in his ear now as his fingers danced freeform along the keys. It was slow at first, but he quickly gained fervor. He played the pain in his wrist from where his tutor had struck him. He played the frustration he had towards himself and towards his siblings. He played his grief over burying his mother and moving in with his father. He played from the depths of his soul, and for the first time in years Kieran felt complete.
  
  
  

 

[NessieAlways]

Spoiler

(Props to: Luanna Perez)

• Basics
• Skin Deep
• What I do
• True Persona
• Writing Sample

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  Full Name:
  
  Lilian Yvette Brooks
  
  Nickname:
  
  N/A
  
  Age:
  
  21
  
  Gender:
  
  Female
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  Height:
  
  5'7''
  
  Eye Color:
  
  Unimpressive Brown
  
  Hair Color:
  
  Dyed red ombre which fades to a bleach blonde
  
  
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  Year:
  
  3rd Year
  
  Major:
  
  Psychology
  
  Sexuality:
  
  Pansexual
  
  Relationships:
  
  WIP
  
  Crush:
  
  PM Me?
  
  
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  Quirks:
  
  She is completely outgoing person with her closest friends.
  
  Lilian looks down at the floor whenever she's walking.
  
  She is comfortable enough to spring into a solo musical
  
  She can be completely happy and perky one minute, but a small comment can send her flying off the radar.
  
  Lilian tends to have a slipper hand.
  
  Strengths:
  
  She is comfortable both at home alone reading or at a party or social gathering.
  
  Lilian feels it is her duty to keep everything and everyone at bay
  
  Lilian is flexible enough to change her opinions to satisfy the crowd.
  
  Weakness:
  
  Lilian is usually swayed to stay quiet and blend in.
  
  She can come off as a bit childish and immature
  
  Her behavior is likely to change with situations making her a bit unstable
  
  History/Personality:
  
  Lilian Yvette was raised by a rich conservative family that threw her into an all girls school the first chance they got. She was stripped away from a fun carefree child hood having to deal with keeping up appearances of the boring, superficial society her parents had introduced her too. Even though she had every material thing she could ever wish for, Lilian was missing something in her life. Lilian was missing a sense of adventure. Starting high school Lilian was sent to a co-ed private school and all hell broke loose.
  
  Lilian began hanging out with a group of wannabe socialites. Their influence on her life however, extended farther down the road than just high school. What started out as "innocent" after parties and bonfires turned into wild fraternity parties and the infamous party buses. As the events became more extravagant so did the lies. Lilian went form spending an evening at Katie's house to weekend study sessions and finally just flat out sneaking out of the house.
  
  Every night, without her parents noticing, Lilian would slip out of her room, jump into a car and head over to a social gathering. This continued for months until one night Lilian got caught in a criminal act. As they were heading for a yacht party, the young adults made a stop at a low security pawn shop. The leader of the wannabe socialites, Katie claimed that she had seen a necklace in there that she wanted. Since she had been cut back, someone had to get the necklace for her. Seeing no one made the effort Katie grabbed Lilian's phone and threw it against the store window.
  
  The alarms began ringing and the crowd dispersed yelling at Katie that she was insane. Katie claimed her necklace and left the scene before being caught. Meanwhile Lilian had scattered as soon as the glass shattered. She left that night not knowing it was her last night of freedom.
  
  The following morning Lilian was awakened by the sound of police officers in the front of her house having found her phone in the scene of the crime. Lilian protested that it was her friend Katie, but with the evidence pointing her direction Lilian was handcuffed and taken to county jail. Her parents were able to pay her bail and bust her out of jail although her own home became a jail cell. She was under constant surveillance since cameras were installed outside her door an d window.
  
  Despite all this Lilian found her way around the cameras finding a blind spot and continued sneaking out. As her way to apologize, Katie signed Lilian up for the misfit club in school, Odd Ones Out. Lilian was furious about her friend's irrational decision, but agreed that if she did become an official member, Katie would say the truth about the pawn shop. Although it didn't mean much to Lilian, she wanted her parents' trust once more. Now it's been three years since Lilian joined OOO. Katie obviously never confessed, but not she could careless. She finally found a group of people who accepted her for who she was and didn't throw her under the bus the first chance they got.
  
  Likes:
  
  *Lilian is into time-traveling. She loves the idea of it and wishes to go back in time.
  
  *She has a weird fetish for aliens. She finds them strangely seductive.
  
  *Lilian loves doing voice impressions. She'll sit for hours in front of youtube and just mimic people's voices. Her favorite impressions are Will Ferrel and Disney Villains
  
  Dislikes:
  
  *Lilian hates modern looking buildings. There's nothing structural about then and will think twice before walking into one.
  
  *Anything having to do with Jackie Chan or any other karate guy.
  
  Fears:
  
  *She's terrified of sharks
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  Writing Sample:
  
  Taken from Our Summer Story
  
  Whoever thought trapping a couple hundred people in a large metal can thousands of feet in the air and dragging them across an entire ocean was out of their mind. Her hands turned pale white as she clung on to the sides of her seat silently praying that the airplane didn't crash. Lilian wasn't a plane person. Especially if the plane was going over shark infested waters. Scrunching her eyes together, Lilian let out a shaky breath as the plane begun to descend. She had managed to fall asleep the entire flight after three or four sleeping pills, but of course her body decided to wake up just as the plane prepared for landing. The rattling metal bird shook several times making Lilian's stomach sink straight down. She gulped pushing down the horrible feeling of her guts being swished all over her body. What might have been a short landing felt like hours in Lilian's head. Agonizing hours where she wished she would have just taken a boat or completely skipped out on the trip. Once there was no motion, she pried her eyes open, head hurting from having shut them too tightly. Colorful lights danced around as her vision became adjusted. Slowly and dizzily she stood up from her seat, grabbed her carry on and made her way down the plane thanking God that she was finally out of that metal contraption.
  
  Following the normal routine of baggage claim, exchanging her currency, buying snacks that were twenty times better than plane food, and wondering around the unfamiliar London airport, Lilian had the large tourist stamp, something that made her feel very uncomfortable. She shyly made her way around the airport cursing at her phone for not having any reception over seas. Making a mental note of buying a pre-paid phone, she spotted several familiar faces in between the crowds. The previous frustration and agony was now gone and replaced by the excitement and thrill of seeing her friends. The fact that she was in a different country hadn't hit her yet though. Gripping her luggage tightly she sped up her pace and walked over to her friends with a bright grin on her face.
  
  "Hey guys!"
  
  

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Rebekah Quincy Donovan

• Basics
• Skin Deep
• What I do
• True Persona
• Writing Sample

• 
  
  
  
  
  Name:
  
  Rebekah Quincy Donovan
  
  Nickname:
  
  Bekah
  
  Age:
  
  21
  
  Gender:
  
  Female
  
  
• 
  
  Height:
  
  5'5''
  
  Eye Color:
  
  Light green
  
  Hair Color:
  
  Light brown
  
  
• 
  
  Year:
  
  3rd
  
  Major:
  
  Communications
  
  Sexuality:
  
  Straight
  
  Relationships:
  
  WIP
  
  Crush:
  
  PM me?
• 
  
  Quirks:
  
  *Rebekah tends to wiggle her nose and push up her glasses when she's thinking, or before talking to someone.
  
  *Rebekah loves comic books and word puzzles. She is often seen with either or although she'd takes about a month to finish either of them.
  
  Strengths:
  
  *Rebekah always has a way of seeing the bright side of things. No matter how bad a situation might seem you can count on her to find the light at the end of the tunnel.
  
  *Rebekah is always thinking of others before herself. She gives and gives and expects nothing in return. She is happiest when helping others.
  
  * Rebekah has a weird way of thinking. She comes up with ideas that might be a little weird or bizarre, but she has a crazy imagination.
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  * Rebekah isn't the person one would consider for such an high class group. She'd the ugly duckling of the school.
  
  * Rebekah believes everything she is told. No matter how illogical something may sound, she believes.
  
  *Rebekah worries a bit too much for her own good. Although she is very optimistic about situations, that only comes after she breaks down in worry.
  
  History:
  
  There isn't much to tell about Rebekah's life. She's the only daughter of two famous archaeologists. Both her parents spent a lot of time traveling so Rebekah was mostly raised by nannies and babysitters. However she never felt the absence of her parents' love. They made sure to spend as much time as possible with their daughter, but considering her age they couldn't take her on their adventures. Thank goodness for skype and airmail. Every chance they could, Rebekah's parents would chat with her and send her souvenirs and postcards. When they returned home, she was rocked to sleep with endless stories of how the couple escalated through pyramids and fought mummies, most of which were greatly exaggerated. Rebekah grew up hearing fascinating stories and believed in every one of them.
  
  When Rebekah was in her pre-teenage years she started home school and was finally able to join her parents on their voyages around the world. As she traveled she learned a lot about different cultures and traditions. She found out that most of their trips weren't really as action packed as they had told her, but nonetheless she enjoyed them greatly . Although her trips were pretty fun and educative, the one thing that stood out to Rebekah the most was the problems with each place. Things like poverty, homelessness and malnutrition really stuck out to Rebekah and thus she began her streak towards helping out those in need. She'd jump on every opportunity she had to help people and would volunteer with various research organizations that she met along the way. While her parents were making archaeological discoveries, Rebekah was helping distribute necessities to people.
  
  As Rebekah became older and more involved with non profit organizations, she stopped traveling with her parents and enrolled in University. Although her family isn't very popular around the upper class, she's still wealthy enough to afford tuition. When it comes to the social life, the Donovans aren't really involved. The only reason they are part of the upper class is because their discoveries have left them with quite an amount of change in their pockets, but they are the outcasts of the elite. When Rebekah enrolled in University she was quick to enroll in the most recognized group in order to make connections and give a voice to her causes knowing that she wouldn't be able to do that if she stayed hidden. However, she was cast out for being a misfit. Fortunately after a year wasted trying to fit in where she didn't belong and another wasted on trying to get a second chance, Rebekah found the Odd Ones Out. Hopefully this group will give her the voice she needs to speak up for does who can't.
  
  Likes:
  
  *Rebekah loves volunteering for special causes.
  
  *She loves making her own clothing and jewelry
  
  *Rebekah loves to cook, but is terrible at it
  
  *She loves to watch old foreign movies
  
  Dislikes:
  
  *Rebekah hates when people were animal hides
  
  *She dislikes when people call her weenie dog "weenier"
  
  *She can't stand sexual jokes or references
  
  Fears:
  
  *The end of the world
  
  
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  Writing Sample:
  
  Taken from Opposites Attract
  
  If the pain of a hundred nails being hammered through her head not been present, Rebekah would have been breath-taken by the scene. She was in an antique looking room with floors and walls of walnut and wine colored rugs. A golden chandelier with dangling crystals hung above her shimmering and casting a haunting glow in the room. To her right a small white stoned fireplace giving the room a dark eerie feel. Marble busts of people she didn't know adorned the corners and long matching curtains draped along tall glass windows separating the room from the outside. But the main attraction of the room were the books. Shelves among shelves of books stacked along the walls. From floorboard to ceiling, old leather bound books filled the walls all around the room.
  
  Trying to blink away her migraine, Rebekah found herself to be laying back in a soft brown leather recliner with her feet on top of a matching ottoman. Slowly she looked around trying to make sense of were she was and sat up. With her hand automatically going up to her head and rubbing her temple, Rebekah spotted a crisp white note on a small side table next to the recliner with her name written on it. Dragging her hand across her body, Rebekah grabbed the note and began to read, Dear participant, First of all our apologies for having to sedate you. Rebekah quickly began to panic. Migraine forgotten, she jumped up from the recliner and spun around the room looking for a serial killer or who ever it was that brought her to this place.
  
  "Don't hurt me! I'm warning you...I... I...I know karate!"
  
  It was a lie, but Rebekah felt the need to threaten her non-existent captor, plus, call it psychological, but she felt much safer once she said it almost as if by simply speaking it, the art of Gong Fu would be magicaly bestowed on her. Seeing as no one responded and no traps went off she continued to read, The anaesthesia will not have any after effects on you. Her mind instantly went back to the earlier migraine, but to her surprise it was a mere null sensation now. No more hammering nails. Well so much for calling out a lie... A little upset for finding no evidence against her non-existent captor, she continued reading, It was purely to keep the location of the resort you find yourself in secret. "Resort?" She thought out loud growing confused by the second. Memories began to playback in her head. The blood drive, the mysterious donor, the pamphlet, her audition video, the acceptance letter, and her waking up now in an antique library with a note as her only clue as to what was going on.

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[Xed]

Spoiler

Name: Xavier Ford


Nickname: -


Age: 21


Gender: Male


Height: 6'1


Eye Color: Hazel


Hair Color: Black


Year: 2nd


Major: Engineering


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Relationships: *


Crush: pm


History/Personality: Xavier is rebellious daredevil and thrill seeker with a love for adventure and the unknown. This confident teen behaves much like a delinquent and is unafraid to speak his views and mind even if it puts him against the vast majority or at odds with others. He is capable of being sweet and sometimes looks out for others even though he usually calls them a pain in the neck. Being rather rough around the edges in his manner can make him difficult to get along with at times but if you can tolerate his arrogance, impulsiveness, and teasing, there is never a boring moment with this ever active bad boy. He is a strong and solid character, staying true to himself and his beliefs. Xavier likes a good challenge and is very independent, hating rules and restrictions that limit his freedom and is extremely stubborn, refusing to give up. Xavier doesn't believe in sugar coating but rather the harsh, hard truth and won't hesitate to serve it up to others. He keeps going his own way living his life the way he wants to, pursuing his goals and dreams regardless of the objections of those around him. His foul temper, mouth and breaking of rules regularly gets him into trouble and fights and when in a bad mood, he often pushes away the care, concern and good will of others. He finds it hard to just be nice to others outright and words like 'it's not half bad' from him usually mean 'it's fantastic' or other compliments. Xavier detests those who just go with the flow because it is the safest way and wimps who don't dare take risks or fight for what they really want. He doesn't get along well with many people and is very argumentative with a foul temper and hot head, especially around wishy washy wimps. Xavier has trust issues as a result of his father's repeated failure to keep his promises and doesn't like to talk about or think of his past.


He grew up in a household with an abusive mother, an absent father and a caring older brother. From young he had been a disappointment to his mother unlike his older brother and his father had been useless, too afraid of his wife and busy with work to protect his youngest son, forcing his older child to do his job. The abuse had been mostly verbal with the occasional slap and violence, always put an end to by Xavier's older brother Diego. Xavier had been a difficult child from young, always getting into fights with other kids and being compared to with Diego by teachers and everyone around him. The only one he could tolerate and liked being around was Diego himself who had always been there and the one positive part of his life, supporting Xavier and encouraging him even when others put him down. Even though Diego had been the cause of many of his woes due to the constant comparison between the two, Xavier's animosity had fallen to everyone else but him and Diego had been the one to help him discover his passion in life and his goals and dreams. They both believed they would always be together until Xavier got into major trouble and Diego died saving him. Everything was downhill from there as his mother went mad with grief and his father simply worked longer hours to stay out of their volatile home. The abuse escalated and she started taking out all her rage and fury on him and when Xavier fought back, it only got worse. Forced to protect himself, Xavier became very independent from a young age due to the lack of any adult figures to protect and support him in his life. Several months after the death on Diego's birthday however, his mother completely lost it and assaulted Xavier with a glass bottle, smashing it over his head. After this, his father filed for divorce and sole custody of Xavier but as always, he had taken action too late and the relationship between him and Xavier was beyond repair, his fear of his violent wife shifting to his silent and despondent son. The assault had Xavier hospitalised for a few weeks for the injury and several others that had been left untreated. He ignored his father after being discharged and considered every word he said empty and meaningless. Ever since, he's pursued his passions relentlessly, refusing to give up and becoming anything like his father or mother.


Quirks: Taps his foot when impatient and annoyed, doesn't look people in the eye when complimenting them, stares others down when agitated, trembles when trying to restrain his anger, smokes when stressed or cooling off his head, gambles weekly, listens to dj music when he has nothing to do, kicks open and shut most doors


Strengths:


Creative


Confident


Determined


Brave


Independent


Honest


Weakness:


Hot headed


Reckless


Argumentative


Controlling


Rebellious


Likes:


Motorbikes


Climbing


Surfing


Swimming


Graffiti Art


Repairing vehicles


Tattoo Art


Piano


Soccer


Guitar


Latte


Sleeping


Challenges


Rapping


Anything unique


Creativity


Dj


Cards


Money


Pizza


Chips


Dislikes:


Being Disturbed


Wimps


Cowards


Giving up


Insults about his music


Rules


People who run away


Manipulative people


Being proven wrong


Being ordered around


Being told what to do


Running away


Indecisiveness


His parents


Mainstream(It's boring)


Playing it safe


Fears: Not being able to achieve his dreams


Planes


Becoming like his parents


Afraid that he really was responsible for his brother's death


Being useless


Writing Sample:


Plates hit the wooden floor, shattering yet again as a young Xavier watched his mom in silence, her long dark curls a mess that covered her face as she panted and heaved over the dining table, one hand using the table to support her weight, the other holding onto one of three empty wine bottles. "This is all your fault!" She screamed as she hurled the bottle at him missing her target by a mile as the bottle smashed into the wall. "If you never existed, none of this would have happened. NONE OF IT!" Xavier's small fists trembled at his sides but his gaze never faltered, staring straight at his mom, burning the image of her utterly broken into his 10 year old mind. "You're a useless child! A good for nothing who only knows how to make trouble and get your own older brother killed!" Yet another bottle flew past and shattered as the words were hurled at him and this time Xavier ever so slightly flinched. He had been used to this, to his mother's disapproval and nasty words. In her eyes and everyone else's, he'd always been the lesser child, incomparable to his 'perfect' brother. A brother who'd always protect him. A brother who was no longer here because of him.


Xavier blinked back the tears he could feel welling up behind his eyes and pushed the thought as far away as he could. He'd done a lot of things, got into fights and plenty of trouble but he didn't cause the one person who'd mattered to him to die. He didn't kill his brother, he couldn't allow himself to believe that, if he did he'd never be able to get back up, he'd be tortured with guilt for life.


"Your brother was a good kid. He never did anything to deserve this." His mother started as she left the table and stumbled towards him, too drunk and out of it to even walk straights as she swayed unsteadily to the left and right in her advance, the last of the three bottles in her hand. "He always protected you no matter what you did and for what?" She demanded as she drew nearer, raising the bottle higher as she approached, Xavier's own muscles tensing as he prepared himself to dodge his mother's assault. "YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE ONE TO DIE!" His mother let out a fury filled scream and swung the bottle down with all the force she could muster towards Xavier but the boy didn't even budge, the gaze of his eyes becoming blank as his mind processed her words. Words that he couldn't deny because of a single truth. For once she was right.


His father had opened the front door seconds too late as always was the case and could only watch in horror as the woman he called his wife brought the glass bottle over her head and smashed it over his youngest son. The suitcase fell in time with his son's body and he rushed to bring his wife under control as both hit the ground but too late to be of any real help as he always had been. Absent and late.

 

[mxlly]

Spoiler

Jonathan Park


FC: Lee Jong Suk

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Sometimes you have to

Name:


English: Jonathan Park


Korean: Park Jong Hyun


Nickname(s):


Johnny


Jongie - by his sister & previously his brother


Age:


22


Gender:


Male


Height:


6'1


Eye Color:


Dark brown


Hair Color:


Naturally black ~ Dyed brown


Year:


4th


Major:


Music


Sexuality:


Heterosexual


Relationships:


- (Feel free to ask!)


Crush:


^

accept things the way they are

Quirks:


Aside from a few of the people in Odd Ones Out, he communicates with nothing but small talk.


He is certainly not considered 'talkative' but if he spoke everything on his mind, you wouldn't get him to shut up.


When what someone is saying irritates him, he becomes very twitchy; twisting his lips, not being able to stand completely still - the lot of it.


Strengths:


Despite being rather quiet, he has a lot of integrity and will not put up with Bullshit nonsense.


His lingering instinct to help people - though, this aspect of his personality he finds annoying sometimes.


He's knowledgeable and well educated. He examines situations before doing anything reckless.


Weakness:


Communication: both speaking and listening


He has a very short temper


Telling the truth - he has become a compulsive liar


History/Personality:


Jonathan grew up in what most might consider a 'wealthy family.' He had his father, mother, older brother and older sister. His parents were both in love with their respective jobs; his father was a basketball star now turned basketball coach and his mother is a news reporter. Due to both of their careers taking up a significant amount of their day, Jonathan and his two siblings had a nanny. The nanny never paid much attention to them (though was still receiving high pay) so he spent a great amount of time with his older brother Elijah (The eldest) and his older sister Maria (The middle child). During his childhood, Jonathan would spend hours upon hours playing with his siblings in their garden. They all loved playing sports, and Jonathan had aspired to eventually become a basketball star much like his father.


Despite Jonathan's interest in sport, he noticed that his older brother Eli had begun music lessons and was already talented with both the guitar and piano. Jonathan soon took an interest in Eli's music and decided he too wanted to play an instrument. In no time, he began having guitar lessons and although learning a great deal from his teacher, he was usually taught by Eli at home. Jonathan was a slow learner, but Eli was patient. He'd teach him simple songs on his acoustic and play along with him, alternating between the piano and the guitar. Eli had also loved to sing, so the both of them composed their own songs. Jonathan would occasionally join in singing with Eli, but never believed he was half as good. As the pair practiced their music together and grew closer, their sister became less and less involved in their lives. Whenever they'd play she'd usually shout for them to practice somewhere else while she did her homework or was chatting on her phone to friends. Jonathan still loved his sister to bits, however.


Jonathan always performed well at Uni. He was never disorganized and made sure that he was excelling. He had a positive outlook on his studies and although being closet with his brother, he had a small, yet amazing and reliable group of close friends. Unfortunately, this didn't last very long. Arriving home one evening he was informed that Eli had been involved in a car crash. He had survived, however was in a coma. Eli remained in that coma for almost a year and Jonathan visited whenever he had the opportunity. Sometimes he'd bring his guitar to the hospital and play music to Eli in the hopes that one day he'd open up his eyes and say with an impressed smile, "you've improved, Jongie." Despite not having passed yet, the other members of his family had already given up on Eli - and Jonathan resented them for it. However, Jonathan' soon learned that they were right when Eli did eventually pass on; but even though they had 'known' this was going to happen, he was even more so angered that they hadn't even given Eli the slightest bit of faith.


After Eli's death, Jonathan began to lose interest in his studies. He would only participate in what was necessary, doing the bare minimum. His parents were losing their patience with him, getting tired of him not eating, not speaking and purposely avoiding them and his sister. There was just this irritating little voice nagging Jonathan, telling him that nothing would ever bet better and he had to be mad at everything. He could no longer stand those long, tedious club meetings when they'd nitpick at tiny little details that Jonathan began to stop caring about - they didn't matter to him, they shouldn't matter to anyone. That's when he took interest in the Odd Ones Out. The idea was the first thing that appealed to him in a long time and possibly something that could get him past the wall he'd hit after Elijah's death, motivating him to do more and move on. Despite not feeling anywhere near like he had been previous to Eli's death, Jonathan is talking more and is feeling more comfortable in the Odd Ones Out Club.

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[RubyRose]

Spoiler

Alex Johnson


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Name Alexandria Elizebeth Johnson


Nickname Alex


Age 24


Gender Female


Height 5'9"


Eye Color Hazel


Hair Color Brown

• Bonds
• Personal
• A Day in a Life

• 
  
  
  Year 4th
  
  
  Major Mathematics, Minor in Psychology & Gender Studies
  
  
  Sexuality Androsexual (attraction to Men or Masculinity)
  
  
  Relationships *
  
  
  Crush *
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Quirks
  
  
  Prefers to dress in a 'Masculine' Way
  
  
  Doesn't Mind being mistaken for a Guy or Girl
  
  
  If something is Illogical Alex doesn't understand it
  
  
  Can come off as a bit Cold
  
  
  Actually Craves Being around Others
  
  
  Strengths
  
  
  Strong Comprehension of Mathematics and anything Logical
  
  
  Calculated, Independent way of Thinking
  
  
  Good under Stressful Situations
  
  
  Oddly Considerate of Others
  
  
  Weakness
  
  
  Not Great at Working in Groups
  
  
  Lacking in Abstract Creativity and the concept of being creative to be Creative
  
  
  Very Self Conscious and takes Opinions Harshly
  
  
  Can come off as a Math Snob
  
  
  History/Personality
  
  
  Alex had a pretty basic upbringing. She has two younger brothers, one a year and a half younger and another that's 3 years younger as well as two stable parents and even her fathers parents that would visit on occasion as they toured the world. Nothing odd or out of the ordinary; she went to school and excelled in numbers and patters immediately, as well as essay research and reports. The only thing she ever had problems with was that she did like to wear things that were frilly, or dress like, or what most would call 'girly' and she struggled with art projects. Sure, she could do the technical part of the assignment just fine; the cutting, pasting, gluing. In fact her project was often very neat and exceptionally clean but there was nothing... unique about it. She always did it exactly by the book and she would actually get in trouble sometimes with teachers for not doing anything interesting.
  
  
  This continued to showcase as she grew older; she excelled in math classes in almost a prodigious way, always being the top of the class and often asking for more assignments and creating her own math problems. Where as a lot of kids in English class would be reading ahead of their books, Alex was reading further into her mathematics text books and pushing herself to figure it out on her own. Meanwhile her art was still paint by numbers and her outfits were showing more and more a very male style. She would often wear sports bras because she believed they flattened her chest more then accentuated it and would wear sleeks slacks and turtle necks in dark, warm colors; cool greys; and faded blues. She always looked business casual in a masculine sense and that pushed her away from her peers; she didn't fit in right with the guys because she was a girl and she didn't fit in with the girls because of how logical and lacking emotion as she was. She didn't want to talk about parties and dresses, she wanted to talk about numbers and patterns... and no one got it.
  
  
  College was better; there were other high minds. The main problem was that it became more of a competition with the other highly logical individuals then she was able to create friendships. Being a woman put her at a disadvantage in their eyes because Men were more often Logical. She made a good fight, though, and is currently 3rd in her class behind two exceptionally intelligent men.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Likes
  
  
  Maths
  
  
  Logistics
  
  
  Patterns
  
  
  Puzzles
  
  
  Word Problems
  
  
  Mysteries
  
  
  Dislikes
  
  
  People who don't Understand that Math isn't Evil
  
  
  Being told off for dressing as a Man
  
  
  Being told she's Wasted Space
  
  
  Wearing a Dress
  
  
  Abstraction
  
  
  When She's Forced to be Creative
  
  
  Negative Displays of Emotion
  
  
  Too much Emotion
  
  
  Anything Illogical
  
  
  Fears
  
  
  Always Being Alone
  
  
  Losing her Edge
  
  
  Never Finding a Partner
  
  
  Failing College because of Lack of Creativity
  
  
  Mold
  
  
  Writing Sample
  
  
  The wind was cool, the perfect weather for a thick, woolen turtleneck in the lovely color of Maroon and some simple black slacks. The Autumn Chill was only beginning to set in and the changing of the leaves had only just started; golds and reds mixed in with vibrant greens. Though this wasn't really what Alex was paying attention to; he was studying the ground. An interesting event was happening along the sidewalks concrete... an inch worm was crawling its way along.
  
  
  Though logical, inch worms still made Alex chuckle at the way they moved. Allowing it to climb onto her finger she walked it over to the nearest tree and helped the worm onto the bark where it continued to climb. Wiping her hand against her pants she watched the inch worms progress until a fern caught her eye as it blew in the wind and she went to go admire that instead.
  
  
  "A perfect fractal in the world." She praised the fern as if it had accomplished something truly phenomenal. In her world, it had. She was careful as she studied it closely; paying attention not to let it come into contact with her skin. Remembering she had places to be and things to do according to schedule, Alex left the fern and continued along her way. She noticed the speed of the clouds; her mind calculating some theories on just how quickly they were moving vs how quickly they were perceived to be moving. Gaze flickering to a car that blew up leaves, her mind took on a branch of thoughts; considering the marvel an engine was- though toxic- while at the same time guessing the trajectory of some of the airborne leaves.
  
  
  Focus Alex, Focus. She thought to herself, continuing along the sidewalk. She didn't want to be late for the get together with her hopefully soon to be friends. She wondered vaguely if any of them liked math...
  
  
  

 

[FancyRayOfLight]

Spoiler

Appearance: (Photos Only):

Name: Stephanie Jacobs


Nickname: Steph


Age: (17-25): 19


Gender: Female


Height: 5ft 5in


Eye Color: hazel


Hair Color: brown


Year: freshman


Major: English


Sexuality: straight


Relationships: *


Crush: *


Quirks: doesn't talk much, avoids parties and crowded places. She usually keeps to herself. She is self conscious and has been bullied a lot through school. Nystagmus


Strengths: she's very considerate of others and understands their feelings, she's strong and determined.


Weakness: very self conscious, criticizes every word she says and is very bad at making decisions and saying no to people.


History/Personality: Stephanie grew up in a fairly wealthy family. She was the middle child of five, and each of her siblings was vastly different. Her little sister was more like her as she was great at reading and technology, and her little brother was into many sports that kept him busy during the year. Her older brother liked weapons and committed crimes while her sister was a druggie. Though her older siblings often tried to pressure her into their lifestyles, Steph made sure to stay on her own path and become an author and a computer person. She was found above her grade level in reading since 2nd grade, and is great at exploring new technology. She always did her best and stayed determined, independent and very friendly towards others despite not talking much. She loves animals and has a black lab named Midnight and a guinnea pig named Chocolate that she loves to play with on her free time.


Likes: chocolate, friends, books, technology, quiet places, sweets


Dislikes: bullies, crowds, violence, weapons, drugs/alcohol,


Fears: drowning, heights, bridges


Writing Sample:


"Mikey!" My mom calls me from downstairs. I smile a little and turn off my computer, yanking out my earbuds that I was using on my computer. I stand up, smooth down my dress, and nearly skip down the stairs. Yesterday I was angry at my mother for signing me up to this school without my consent. Today, I'm overly excited about learning to control my power. I'm wearing a blue plaid dress and lime green tights, I think. And white flats. I look pretty because I'm excited for this new school and want to make a good impression.


My mom smiles at me. "Someone's happy!" She says, reaching out and squeezing my hand. I smile at her. "I'm going to learn to control my power." I say very quietly, tapping my pink blacked out sunglasses. They stop my eyes from controlling everyone I come in contact with. My mom smiles. "I'm glad you're so excited." She tells me before leading the way into the kitchen. I grin when I smell pancakes wafting up to my nose. Yum, my favorite breakfast.


Half an hour later we all pile into the car. I'm in the back and my uncle is driving with my mom in the passenger seat. He's probably glad to get rid of me, but I don't care bexause the feelings are reciprocated. I plug in my earbuds to listen to Kelly Clarkson, but before I can turn it on I feel a sharp tap on my leg. I look up and take out the earbuds. "You got that stick of yours?" My uncle's gruff voice asks me. I nod. "You got that computer so people can actually understand you?" I nod again. "You got your suitcase?" I nod, obviously. He turns around and I smile, putting my music on.


An hour later, we pull into the parking lot. I jump up and grab my cane and my suitcase. My mom gets out and follows me across the street, but halfway there I fall into a seizure. I really hate seizures. They make me tired and sluggish and everyone has to watch for them. Plus, everyone's scared of me because of them. At least some kids at school were. This one lasts five minutes, and then we continue on. Of course, now my pace is slower and I look really tired, because I am.


We enter the school and a lady tells me I'm in room 312 with Zelda


I just added to her History/Personality after reading how long its supposed to be. Sorry things seem so short, I wrote this at 1 am.

 

[Talli]

WIP- She's done (for now, I may fine-tune her) but I still need a writing sample.

Spoiler

Appearance:

Name: Meredith Estelle Blaise


Nickname: None. Please.


Age: 17, almost 18


Gender: Cis female


Height: 5'2"


Eye Color: Blue-grey


Hair Color: Blonde





Year: Freshman


Major: Computer Science


Sexuality: Straight


Relationships: She believes a relationship would be impossible due to her age.


Crush: None, thus far.





Quirks:


She is keenly aware of how young she is and, while she doesn't outright lie about it, she doesn't volunteer the information that she skipped a year.


She hates being judged for her age before people get to know her and especially hates the comment "you're very mature for your age."


She is rather loud and doesn't have a good awareness of how loud she really is.


Even though she spends plenty of effort maintaining her appearance, she gets very uncomfortable when people compliment her for it. She hides this behind snarky comments along the lines of "I have a brain behind this face too you know."


Glitter is her favorite color. Just ask her.


She has an unusually low pain tolerance and bruises like a peach.


She is very proud of her Belgian heritage and celebrates this by eating a lot of waffles.


Back home, she had 5 rescue cats, and was known as a "crazy cat lady in training."


Strengths:


She is academically quite brilliant, which is why she skipped a year.


She is empathetic and finds she makes friends easily.


She is wonderfully sarcastic, witty, and is the type to make people laugh.


She has a strong work ethic and tries her best to work hard and to give her all to everything she does.


She is actually a morning person and is able to catch up on work during that time.


Weakness:


She struggles to maintain friendships because of her desire to constantly experience new things.


She struggles with commitment or making decisions.


She is a hothead.


She procrastinates terribly and tends to put too much on her plate.


She is quite blunt, which you either love or hate her for. Usually, people don't appreciate being told a harsh truth.


She can be terribly sarcastic.


She gets grossed out by most medical things, and as such must be extremely ill before consenting to a doctor's visit.


History/Personality:


Meredith was born into a blissful life. Her mother was a trophy wife, an English major who moved straight out of the dorms into her husband's house, where she was to throw dinner parties and have many wonderful children. Her father was an engineering grad, who had already been hired at some big company doing some big job that Meredith never bothered to ask about. She was brought home into a house that was as beautiful on the outside as it was damaged on the inside.


Underneath the fresh pink nursery paint and spackle, there were holes in the walls from angry, drunken punches. Underneath her mother's pristine makeup, bought from a friend's Arbonne party, because after all who buys things from a mall these days, were bruises from being thrown down stairs and onto counters. And behind the fancy china, the ones they used at their lovely dinner parties with the wives and girlfriends of all her father's employees or coworkers, again, she never bothered to learn much about his career, were the paper plates they used every other day, because all the porcelain ones had been broken.


After the first time he hit Meredith, her mother left. She packed up herself and the baby bag and, in the middle of the night, ran away. She was three states away from her parents, had no money, and had no idea there was any help available. She made it to the next town over before he found her and brought her back.


After the second time, her mother had a plan. Her parents came to get her, and to document the injuries. They came with disposable cameras, a novel technology at the time, and had them developed immediately at the drugstore. They took them to the police.


In a Northern town he would have been arrested. But her mother had moved South, away from their lovely, Yankee home, to raise her child in the rural prairie-lands. They told her parents that it was a private family matter, and to send her daughter back home to her husband.


Until Meredith was 8, which was just old enough for her to remember this for the rest of her life, this cycle continued, and the abuse to her worsened. However, when her father was finally arrested for assaulting someone he worked with, her mother took her back to New England. They had no money, but Meredith's grandparents were just so thankful to have her home that they didn't care. Meredith watched her mother put herself back through college, and earn a master's in education, while she went through elementary school. She would do her homework next to her mom, get put to bed, and watch her mom drive off to work as a McDonald's manager through her bedroom window. Her grandmother would watch her those nights, and she always spoiled her with extra stories to make up for her mother being away.


Watching her mother do that gave Meredith a view of education that was different from most children. When she hit middle school and was assigned a five-paragraph essay, she asked, "is that all?" To the best of her knowledge, an essay was five pages, at least. She worked hard, even when the other people laughed at her. Actually, she worked especially hard when the other students laughed at her.


She had few friends and never really learned to bond with people her own age. By high school, she was an outcast. Her mother's new husband, the man she considers her daddy in every aspect except biology, adopted her legally after an arduous court battle. She was happy, and well ahead of her peers in her studies.


To fill her time she devoted herself to volunteering, especially at the local library. She volunteered at first just with the books, but offered to help them set up their computers which over time evolved into teaching a class on computer basics to the elderly. This caused her to realize she had a real knack with technology. In her junior year, she began petitioning to skip her senior year, having fulfilled all the graduation requirements early by foregoing study halls and being exempt from gym due to her rare heart condition, which to be frank doesn't bother her nearly as much as it used to, but she hates sweating in public. On the topic of that, though, she developed it in the 8th grade, and even though for a few years it kicked her ass, it's more of a nuisance now.


Her mother and father stepped up and began to petition with her. They supported her, and believed she deserved this. They were willing to pay her tuition to send her away, and were more than willing to fight on her behalf. The school granted her petition in the eleventh hour, hoping she would never be accepted in time. On account of her excellent academic record and unique situation, the university granted her a 48 hour extension, which was just long enough for her to apply. She was accepted, and is now eagerly attending her first semester of college.


Likes: She likes trying new things and testing boundaries. If she is told not to do something, it is almost assuredly the first thing she will do. She loves all animals, even the scary ones like sharks, and if she sees one in the wild she will go out of her way to make friends with it. She leaves granola outside her dorm door to feed the little birdlings on campus. She makes up words, like birdlings, and loves being silly about it. She's quite fond of making fun of herself and British comedy. She reads for pleasure, but almost exclusively long fantasy series in the vein of Game of Thrones or Lord of the Rings, and only with music in the background. She likes TV too. She loves all things pretty and especially enjoys being pretty herself. She loves the way the sunrise looks and strives to be awake to see it in the mornings. She likes pizza and spaghetti, but isn't big on meat. It's not an ethical thing, it's just the taste. And, she likes being thorough. She enjoys exhaustive to-do lists and making sure nothing gets left out. She likes her big fat color coded planner and could never describe anything in less than a paragraph, especially herself.


Dislikes: She hates people with preconceptions about anything, especially other people. Her only judgement of people she doesn't know are that they're "probably nice," and hates prejudices that say anything else. She dislikes people who are too politically conservative and struggles to understand the reasons behind their values. She doesn't like cheaply made clothing, but she refuses to pay more than $15 for a piece because she doesn't like wasting money. She deplores rudeness, especially in those who know better. She doesn't like talking about negative things for too long. She doesn't like painting her nails because she chews them too much. She doesn't like things that aren't symmetrical. She doesn't like wasting time and she doesn't like being alone. She does not like nicknames, but can tolerate them for other people.


Fears: She is very afraid of the reactions she gets when people find out how young she is and is counting down the days until she is legally 18. These fears are well-founded, however, as she has lost people at various stages of friendship when they found out. She fears failing her parents, who fought for her to skip a grade when it was clear high school wasn't the right place for her and who are paying for her college with their own loans. She fears being pushed into a box, where she will either be pretty or smart, but never both.


Writing Sample:


WIP, my fingers need to de-cramp before I can finish this.

 

[RubyRose]

Spoiler

Veronica Terri Wings

Name Veronica Terri Wings


Nickname Terri


Age 22


Gender Female


Height 5'5"


Eye Color Pale Blue


Hair Color Black, Colored Patch

• Status
• You Wanna Know Me?
• This is Whats Up

• 
  
  
  Year 3rd
  
  
  Major Psychology, Minor in English
  
  
  Sexuality Bisexual
  
  
  Relationships *-Good Friends with Lilian?
  
  
  Crush *
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Quirks
  
  
  Tends to keep a tapped rhythm with fingers or feet at Most Times
  
  
  Knows All the Rules of being a Good Wife/Lady
  
  
  Has Major Issues with being Bossed Around
  
  
  Strengths
  
  
  Will Take Risks for Others
  
  
  Stands up for People who won't stand up for themselves
  
  
  Not afraid to speak her mind but does it in a polite enough manner
  
  
  Catches onto things Pretty Quickly
  
  
  Weakness
  
  
  Still trying to figure out who she is exactly
  
  
  Doesn't always make the best decisions (Reckless)
  
  
  Isn't always honest about how she's feeling
  
  
  Doesn't like being Ignored and Reacts Badly to it
  
  
  History/Personality
  
  
  Terri came from a very Military family. Of course her father was the only one in the military but he was also the head of the household and very finicky about making sure that everything was spotless and everything was behaving the way it should. Of course that meant that the women were quiet, cooked dinner, kept the house neat, and made sure that everything was in order for him when he came home. Terri's mother was, of course, the definition of a perfect little wife. She always as the pastel colored dresses you'd see women from like the 70s wearing, and of course she attempted to force Terri into the same thing. At first Terri was obedient; going to pageants and being every bit the perfect daughter her parents could ask for, even catering at times to her two older brothers as a women should. And then high school band came around and she discovered the instrument she really, really wanted to play was drums. Of course that's not a woman's instrument (said her dad) and there was a big fight over whether or not Terri would be playing it. Well... parents ultimately win out in these things. But Terri wouldn't be deterred just because she didn't have the class. While she was supposed to be going to tea with friends and taking extracurricular cooking lessons, she was actually learning the drums and percussion from a friend who was in band. And so her rebellion remained quiet, behind closed doors... and when her friend recommended her to a small garage band, she happily joined up; continuing the lies at home. She would do a lot of late night cramming on cooking so that she could show off the skills she wasn't learning. It was a good thing that cooking was something that, if not came easily to her, at least came well enough that she could properly fool her family.
  
  
  The end for her being in her family came when her father found out about the band. Trying to be kind and not having noticed that Terri never invited her family to any band gigs, one of her band members gave them an invite. And unfortunately, unlike the movies, there was not a happy 'we understand you're different and love you anyway' endings. Instead her family forced her to quit the band and grounded her from the rest of the world. No internet, no friends... it was like the outside world only existed when she was in school and then she got home and it was no longer real. Finally getting tired of her family's control over her, Terri snuck out, got her hair cut and colored and burned the majority of her dresses in an act of rebellion. Her dad sent her off to a private co-ed school in the hope to shape her up... and this is where Terri met Lilian. Lilian was someone who had a similar enough past that they could bond over family horror stories. She really felt for Lilian being sent to an all girls school, and would often tell her about how she may as well been homeschooled to be the perfect little wife. The night that Katie got Lilian into trouble, Terri hadn't paced herself and had to go home early thanks to becoming sick from alcohol intake. The next morning she was hearing second and third hand rumors about what had happened and wondering if Lilian was alright.
  
  
  The day after that she was following Lilian to an Odd Ones Out club... she immediately liked the people in there. They were all misfits, like her and like Lilian and in the best kind of way. Life has gotten so much better since joining the club.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Likes
  
  
  Purple
  
  
  Pants
  
  
  Drums
  
  
  Rhythm
  
  
  Trying New Things
  
  
  Dislikes
  
  
  Gray
  
  
  Dresses
  
  
  Confined Spaces
  
  
  Being told No
  
  
  Something being off beat
  
  
  Fears
  
  
  Being locked away by a man to be some little housewife
  
  
  Not becoming who she wants to be
  
  
  Ending up back under her parents thumb
  
  
  Losing her inner beat
  
  
  Writing Sample
  
  
  Terri wandered through the halls of the school, looking at the different sign up sheets. She was, of course, mainly looking for those of the musical variety. There were a few bands; but the problem was most of those bands already had drummers or they were doing something like classical music which is not even close to the kind of drummer she wanted to be. Tapping her toe on the floor as she hit another dead end on bands, she began to wonder if she should just try starting up her own band... or try convincing her old band to move to the area. It wouldn't be a bad place to get gigs... but then, was she really serious about becoming a drummer? It was fun to do... but she didn't have enough training or knowledge under her belt to actually stand a chance as making it as a professional drummer. She only knew the basic beats and knew very little of any other percussion. Perhaps, once she was a Psychologist, she could start looking into bands she could join on the side? Then she could still have fun with it, while having a good job and not competing with drummers all over the world.
  
  
  Startling when her phone suddenly went off, Terri pulled it out of her pocket to see a mass text going around about how someone had been arrested? She scanned through the email, wondering what moron had done something so stupid and paused when she came over Lilian's name... No way. There was no way Lilian would do something that dumb. Immediately Terri turned and headed for the nearest computer lab to look it up online and sure enough... Lilian had been arrested for stealing some necklace. But... Lilian was smarter then that and on top of that she wasn't so greedy as to steal something so trivial. Perhaps there was more to the story then what the authorities knew. It would be now or never to show Lilian that she was a real friend... and not some phony like Katie's croonies. She just hoped that Lilian wasn't in too much trouble.
  
  
  

 

[Vitez]

@SimplyMusicality

Spoiler

? ??

​

Go on your path

Name:

Minjae Paek

Nickname:

"You can call me Princess Minjae"


Minjae, Princess Minjae

Age: (17-25)

19

Gender:

Male

Height:

5'10"

Eye Color:

"I'm Asian, so take a guess"


Brown

Hair Color:

"It changes with my mood"


Usually darker, anywhere between brown, red, and black

Year:

2

Major:

Psychology with a minor in Korean History

Sexuality:

"Growing up I was never really allowed to think about it, my culture is wary but leaning towards tolerance thanks to American influence."


Biromantic Asexual

Even if you live

Quirks:

"What isn't a quirk, honestly? I'm pretty sure I'm a bunch of quirks pasted together"


Minjae gets unnecessarily nervous around girls but not guys, which leads to him dating more males.


Fidgets often out of nervousness


Always uses objects around him as toys to keep his fingers occupied


Before leaving a restaurant he always tidies up


Is always doodling on stray pieces of paper, sometimes he rolls them up afterwards


Always carries chopsticks


"That's not a quirk! You ALWAYS need chopsticks!"

Strengths:

Fast and efficient learner


Picks up languages quickly


Great dancer/singer


Self-confident


Amazing cook


Always keeps things tidy


Rarely gets mad at people he cares about

Weakness:

Shy


Often anxious


Insecure in his ability to speak English


Takes the teachings of his culture too far


Considerate to a fault

History/Personality:

Minjae was born in Gwancheon, South Korea to a traditional, close-knit Korean family. He was an excellent student, even with the pressures of the South Korean educational system. He was taught in a strict manner that left no room for failure, and ever since he has been determined never to disappoint anyone. From a young age, although he loves his country, he has always wanted more than tiny South Korea could provide. He started learning languages on his own when he was in high school, and has been determined to perfect his English. He spent his time in South Korea cooking, dancing, singing, and learning, and is fond of his many years there. However, after he graduated, he decided to travel to the US for further schooling and to see what the world had to offer for him. Upon his arrival at the university, he was dismayed by the lack of clubs that would accept him. He was a very small, foreign, overwhelmed fish is a very competitive, larger-than-life American pond. Overall, Minjae is very friendly, caring, talented, and compassionate, but a little shy. Once you get close to him, he is incredibly loyal and he'll begin to open up and expose his true colors. He was taught well and is incredibly sweet and compassionate.

For a day

Likes:

Korean food


Eating


Singing


Dancing


Learning


Experiencing new cultures


Meeting new people




Dislikes:

People who are full of themselves


Fake people


Rudeness


Laziness


Mean people


Being in the middle of a bunch of people


Racist stereotypes




Fears:

Disappointing people


Regret


Getting lost


Forgetting English


Not seeing his family


Failure


Snakes




Writing Sample:

"??? ??? ? ??" Minjae's mother said tearfully while gripping his arm until her knuckles turned white. "??, ???? ?? ????, ?? ?? ? ? ? ?" Minjae replied, looking straight into her deep brown eyes, a crease of worry in her brow. Seeing his mother so scared and upset caused tears to well in his eyes. He wondered if he should cancel his ticket and stay in his mother's arms forever, living in South Korea for the rest of his life couldn't be that bad, could it? But he mustn't. Ever since he learned the word '??' and saw his first pictures of America he had dreamed about going there. This was what he was meant to do. And besides, it wasn't forever, he couldn't stay away from his family too long. He MUST do this now, while he is young, otherwise he might live the rest of his life with regret. "??? ???, ?? ????. ????." He said to his family from the boarding gate, waving. It was difficult to tear his eyes away from his family, sure, but he couldn't hide his thrill of excitement as he boarded the plane.


One short plane ride later, he was in America. ??. The place he had daydreamed of his whole life. And he was going to make the most of his time at university here.





After landing in America, Minjae soon realized it wasn't all it was cracked up to be. University would not start for a few weeks yet, so Minjae holed up in a hotel in the city and practiced English. Despite years of studying English diligently, it was never up to the standards of American people. And American people were unnecessarily mean, in Minjae's opinion. In his first week in America, a grocery store cashier rolled her eyes and complained that he "took too long" while checking out. The conversion from won to USD was hard to fathom in his head, as one South Korean won equals 0.00087 of a United States Dollar, but how could she understand that? On the street, a simple mistake while asking a local for directions would earn him a snicker and maybe even a racist remark. Of course, these people couldn't know or understand his story or how hard it was to adjust to American life. He tried not to blame them, but in his head he constantly wondered '?? ??? ?? ????' He tried to keep a positive outlook, and his mantra became 'University will be better'. Of course, there were some people who were extremely kind to him, and he was more grateful than they would ever know. However, the interactions with the nasty ones were what kept him up at night as he tried to digest his failures.


"University will be better."







"Goodbye, my son"


"Mom, don't be so formal, I'll be home soon."


"Goodbye, Skype me, I love you."


?? = America


?? ??? ?? ??? = What happened to compassion?

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[Wirik]

Spoiler

Cain Haynes

​

• The Basics
• Stuff You Should Know
• What Makes Em Tick
• What Makes Em Unique

• 
  
  
  Name: Cain Haynes
  
  
  Nickname: N/A
  
  
  Age: 21
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Height: 6'2
  
  
  Eye Color: Blue
  
  
  Hair Color: Blonde
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Year: Third
  
  
  Major: Physical Therapy
  
  
  Sexuality: Straight
  
  
  Relationships: *
  
  
  Crush: *
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Quirks:
  
  
  Obsessed with magic
  
  
  Carries around several decks of cards always
  
  
  Craves Physical Contact
  
  
  Leans towards people when he listens.
  
  
  Strengths:
  
  
  Reliable
  
  
  Good at massages
  
  
  Knows magic
  
  
  Weakness:
  
  
  Knows magic(Will cover this soon! Trust me its a strength and weakness)
  
  
  Has a short attention span
  
  
  Touches people a tad to often
  
  
  History/Personality:
  
  
  Cain Haynes was born into a family of magicians. His father and mother were both big name magicians with a nightly stage show in Las Vegas. From an early age there was always the expectation that he would grow up and carry on the family name. As soon as he was old enough to understand his parents started to shove him into each and every one of their shows. Cain hated it. At that point he wanted absolutely nothing to do with magic. At first his parents refused to believe that their son didn't want to be a magician like them. They kept forcing him into their shows until one day he purposely ruined a trick and screamed the truth about it on stage. There were no words to describe just how shocked the two magicians were that something of this level would come from their son. After being grounded for a month that was the end of Cain Haynes the magician.
  
  
  Cain led a normal life after that. Well as normal a life could be when your growing up the son of two magicians in Las Vegas. But he did the best he could given the circumstances. Unfortunately his previous behavior towards his parents had consequences. There were barely any interactions between Cain and his parents. He would be lucky to see them once a week. Cain had to fend for himself. This experience started to shape the person that Cain would grow up to be. Without parents to be there for him he started to become withdrawn and independent. If he couldn't figure out how to do something himself he didn't want to do it. This caused some friction in school at first as he started to avoid other students and his grades started to plummet. But Cain wasn't stupid, and eventually started to figure out all the school work on his own.
  
  
  It wasn't until Cain was fourteen that things really started to click into place. Two big events happened to him that would forever shape the man that he would be. One day as Cain was walking home from school a drunk driver swerved off the road and struck the boy head on. He suffered severe injuries, but not anything that couldn't be fixed and heal over time. Unfortunately his parents were not to thrilled to have to pay for his hospital bills, and never once visited him while he was in the hospital. The only company that Cain had was his physical therapist. To a boy who had been alone since he was eight, the sudden attention of a pretty girl who seemed to care about him was life changing. Cain never wanted to part from her, but eventually his physical therapy would come to an end. But it was his time spent in the hospital that made him want to become a physical therapist. This girl put back together a shattered boy and allowed him to smile again. Her name was Katie, and she had one more thing to donate to Cain's future life. She knew magic, and one day showed the boy a simple card trick. It was like he saw magic for the first time, and he was so enamored with the girl that he fell in love with magic for the first time. As a parting gift Katie gave Cain a pack of cards and Cain never looked back.
  
  
  Unfortunately he was terrible at it. He would try and try to get that one trick right but would fail every time. Eventually people got tired of seeing his card trick, and Cain started to feel isolated from the rest of the world. He just wanted to help others, to show them the kindness he was shown. But life had different plans. Cain once again found himself isolated until he entered college and found OO Omega.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Likes:
  
  
  Magic
  
  
  The Dark
  
  
  Jazz
  
  
  Diet Sodas
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  Pushy People
  
  
  Loud Music After Midnight
  
  
  Birds
  
  
  Sweet Tea
  
  
  Fears:
  
  
  Being Alone
  
  
  Being Forgotten
  
  
  Writing Sample:
  
  
  "You gonna buy that? Or just gonna stare at it?" A gruff voice broke Cain out of the little trance he had found himself in. He had been glancing at a book, a how to guide to magic. There was a small part of him that wanted to buy the book and learn everything inside. But he knew that wouldn't be satisfying, the only way he could truly make something his own was if he learned it on his own. Cain turned toward the man behind the counter and flashed a sheepish grin.
  
  
  "Nah I was just looking," He admitted as he slid his hand into his pocket and rubbed his thumb across his pack of cards. This particular pack was beaten and rough, the cards edges frayed from repeated use. But they were sentimental, and Cain couldn't bare to part with them. Besides being a simple deck of cards there were words written across the front, words that a girl had written to Cain a long time ago. 'Hope you find the magic in your life' After Cain had satisfied the need to reassure himself that the cards were in fact still there he pulled a different deck out and turned to the man behind the counter.
  
  
  "Wanna see a magic trick?" He asked as he started to shuffle the deck. A mistime in his shuffling sent the cards spraying all over the store. The man was not amused. Cain quickly picked up the cards, and shuffled again, careful not to cover the store in cards again. Once he was sure there wasn't going to be another card fountain he flashed a smile toward the man and fanned the cards out. "Right as I was saying, wanna see a magic trick?"
  
  
  The man sighed, "Will it get you out of the store faster?" Cain only replied with a nod as the man picked a card and peered at it closely. This was the tricky part, the part that he had yet to get down. Picking the card back out of the deck. As the man slid the card back into the deck Cain tried to thumb the card into a specific spot. Satisfied that he had picked the right card he started to shuffle again.
  
  
  "Is this your card?" Cain asked as he showed a four of clubs. The man shook his head and Cain felt just a little part of his soul die away. Another failure, another person not impressed with his magic. Feeling defeated Cain put his cards away and slowly shuffled out of the store. That had been attempt number eighty seven. Eighty seven times he had tried that card trick, and sure enough eighty seven times he had failed. Perhaps he should give up? Just because magic was in his family didn't mean he would be any good. But that negative thought only clouded his mind for a moment. As he approached the door another customer was entering, and Cain could only flash a smile as he reached into his pocket once more. "Hey Sir, wanna see a magic trick?"
  
  
  

 

[Elizabeth Schuyler]

Spoiler

Spoiler

Spoiler

Eliza

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You don't have to say I love you just say I love you

Name - Elizabeth St.Vincent


Nickname - Eliza


Age - 21 years


Gender - Female


Height - 5''4


Eye Color - Blue


Hair Color - Blonde


Sexuality - Heterosexual

Forget all the shooting stars and all the silver moons

Year - 2nd


Major - English


Minor - Musical Theatre


Relationships - TBD


Crush - TBD

We'll be making shades of purple out of red and blue

Quirks - Checks her phone even if there is no notifications


Strengths - Good writing skills, can easily charm people, can adapt fast to new environments, and polite


Weaknesses - Pessimistic, not sporty, and is very jumpy.

Soaking in the sea like honey don't need money

History-


Elizabeth grew up in a very small town. Her mother and father loved each other very much, and their children were polite and top of the class students. A perfect little fairy tale, but Elizabeth was missing a prince. She had always been searching for romance, and one day she thought she had found it. Eliza fell into an abusive relationship, it started out slow, but snide comments and rude remarks grew into bruised hips and cut lips. Worst of all, even though the signs were evident, no one had the courage to tell him to back away. In fact, the only reason they are apart now is that he was a grade above her and is now off to college, leaving her free but possibly another girl trapped in his grip. This brutal relationship had many affects, the once bubbly girl fell into a pit of depression and developed a fear of sudden movements. Just the slightest twitch of the hand can have her bouncing out of her seat. Her parents have tried to help, taking her to a therapist but nothing would ever be the same.


She tries, she tries so hard to be normal again, at least normal as in the way she was. Thing are different now, though. She no longer plays on the volleyball team and does cheerleading. She no longer hangs out with friends on the weekend and goes to parties. Rather, she stays inside with her earbuds secure and her head in a book. But what else would you expect? She can't hide her past, only hide from others who know about it.


Likes- Food, Movies, Quiet, Rain, Reading, and Alternative music.


Dislikes - Being in crowds, social interaction with large groups, and scary movies.


Fears - Touch and being trapped in a confined space with no exit.

All I need is, you

The Meeting


The room was crowded, filled with student of all shapes, sizes, and social statuses. Eliza was zoned out of the conversations the cheerleaders were engaged in, only hearing bits and pieces of the plan to go out this weekend. She knew she didn't really need to listen, they would all text it in the group message anyways. Around the auditorium everyone was waiting for the assembly to start, some were on the bleachers and others were standing on the main floor. She looked across the crowded room, just day dreaming, when she suddenly caught the dark chocolate, curious eyes of a boy standing alone by the edge of the bleachers. She excused herself from her group of friends who clearly weren't paying attention and headed towards him, making sure to hold eye contact. "Why are you looking me like that?" She asked as she approached him.


The boy ran his hands through his wavy brown hair that was touching the tip of his collar. "I was just thinking, if I asked you out for coffee tonight, if you would say yes." He said, his voice husky and low.


She bite her lip, her cheeks tinting the slightest bit pink as she though about the fact that a guy as cute as him would ask a girl like her out. "Maybe," she teased him, "I guess you'll have to ask to find out." She turned around to start heading back to her group of friends that were looking to find their seats for the assembly when she felt his large, warm hand curl around her wrist.


"Come," he said, "sit with me." Of course, Elizabeth just smiled and waved off her friends as the gestured her to come sit with them at the spot that they found. The boy pulled her over to the bleacher and she plunked down onto the seat with an oof.


Heat radiated of their legs where their thighs touched, their sides scrunched together even though there was plenty of room. As the assembly began and everyone went quiet, his hands started to roam her upper thigh. A shiver passed down her back and she crossed his legs, hoping he would understand that she felt uncomfortable, as they only just met.


He did take his hand off her leg, but instead slipped it under her shirt, his warm hand drawing circles on her bare skin. "How about that coffee date?" He asked lowly, whispering in her ear and placing a kiss on her neck. She nodded, entranced in his charm and charisma, wondering where this would lead.


Poor girl, little did she know.

,you

Phineas - Fun to be around, really perky. Probably someone she will try to start a conversation with at some point. @SimplyMusicality


Kieran - Smiles at him in the hallways, wants to talk to him but never gets around to it @SimplyMusicality


Lillian - Finds her very confident, but a little too over barring. @NessieAlways


Rebekah - She thinks she is nice, possibly becoming friends, but is too optimistic for her. @NessieAlways


Xavier - Thinks he is very attractive but finds his foul temper, arrogance, and teasing to be too similar to him, so she tends to be frightened or scared of him. Possibly warms up to him. @Xeyran


Johnathan - She tries talking to him but his small talk drives her completely insane @mxlly


Alex - Thinks she’s pretty awesome, but hates her mathematical side. @RubyRose


Meredith - Loves her wit and appreciates her empathy, very possibly friends. @Talli


Terri - Loves watching her do reckless things, but never has the nerve to actually talk to her. @RubyRose


Minjae - Thinks he’s pretty chill but is fidgeting hands make her very nervous. @Vitez


Cain - Never really talks to him at all. @Wirik


Evan - Thinks he is adorable and want to be good friends with him, possible great friends. @MidnightAnew


Isabelle - Wishes she could hang out with her and loves her hair but her habit of not sitting still has caused Eliza to stray away from her.@MidnightAnew

 

[Ritzy]

Spoiler

Appearance:

Name: Gabriel Sweetwater Jr.


Nickname: Junior


Age: 21


Gender: Male


Height: 6'2


Eye Color: Grey


Hair Color: Brown


Year: 1st


Major: Linguistics


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Relationships: *


Crush: *


Quirks: Like Romantic Comedy Anime, and all Otaku pursuits in general. Has a couple of big black labs at home and loves dogs. Dislikes his sister's Cats. Has an off-kilter sense of humor and likes puns and bad jokes.


Strengths: Would do anything for family and is a very kind and gentle man, despite his past.


Weakness: He looks after his sister a bit too much. He's the dominant twin and tries his best to protect her, sometimes a bit too overzealous.


History/Personality: Junior, as he is commonly called in his home town, had a normal life. His father owned a ranch, made good money, and kept his mother, his older sister, his twin sister and him happy and well fed. Then the war happened. Junior knew what he had to do. His family had fought in every war dating back to the Revolutionary War and he'd be damned if he broke that streak. He joined as a linguist. He was expecting to be given Arabic, but fate had another idea for him. He got Korean and spent four years in Korea, far from the war. He was disillusioned and left. His sister had not done well without him. She sank into a deep depression and went from job to job. He went back home and convinced her to join college with him. He never really did anything outside of farm work, but one of his buddies introduced him to anime, and he's loved it ever since. Not to the degree of some, but he still watches everything that comes out of japan. The one thing he hates about anime is the fans. He never goes to cons, he'd rather enjoy it just him and his sister. His sister humors him. He really has no other likes aside from the habit he picked up in the army, smoking. He goes through a pack and a half a day and he gets really crabby if he's gone more than an hour without one. He does have a hidden secret though. He fell in love in school. He was training for Korean, she for Arabic. They had a passionate year and were planning on marrying once one of them got out, but she was killed during a flight exercise. He's never been the same since, and has trouble really connecting with people. He's "Friendly but not familiar" with almost every person save his sister.


Likes: Smokes, anime, his sister, ferrets, and dogs


Dislikes: Cats, Storms,


Fears: Losing someone again


Writing Sample: "Catherine Mary Sweetwater! Get yer hide down here, your brothers already packed!" Mama yelled from the bottom of the stairs. "Yes Mama! Ah'm just saying byes to Peach, Bubble, and Cinder!" "Tell 'em not to shred my clothes!" Junior said from the door. "You, bags." Mama said pointing to the bags and the truck. "Yes, Mama." Junior smiled and started loading the truck. Cat walked down the stairs. "Ah gave 'em your love." She told Junior with a smile. "Mah love is a bit more hard. Like a boot." "Hush now, they love you." "So you keep telling me as they snack on me." Junior smiled. He got all the bags packed and lit a smoke. "Ah really wish you'd quit, Mama won't say it, but ah will." "And ah'll start listening when you're mah wife." Junior laughed. Cat sighed. "Cheer up! College! Away from here for once." "You've already been away, this is all new to me." Cat complained. "Whell they eat southen belles where we're going so with that attitude you'll be safe!" "Bite your tounge." She snapped. "Don't worry, there's someone crazy enough ta chase you. After all, it's tha big city!" he teased. "Someone would have to be nuttier than a fruitcake to like you." she muttered. "That's tha plan," her brother said, patting her on the shoulder. "tha crazy ones latch on harder." "You need help." she sighed "We got each other, we'll be fine." Junior said reassuringly. She held his hand. "Just keep an eye on you're drinking. "You get snake mean when someone hits on me an you're drunk." Junior shifted uncomfortably. "That's jus cause you're always three sheets and they try to take you home." he said, rubbing his nose. "Ah can always say 'no' ah got betta sense drunk than you do." "Jus cause you're old enough ain't no excuse!" Mama said sharply. "You're there to study, not ta party!" "Yes, Mama." They both said in unison. "Good." She said as she gave them both a hug and a kiss. "Look ahfta each othta, okay? Don't forget to call home on Sundays so your Daddy can hear your voices." "Don't worry Mama, we'll be home for Christmas." Junior said, giving her yet another hug. "Good now git so I can cry." Mama said, swatting the two of them away. Junior hopped in his truck and gave a last wave and pulled away. "Don't worry Cat, you're with me. Pick a song, you're nhavagator ahnaways."








Appearance:

Name: Catherine Mary Sweetwater


Nickname: Cat


Age: 21


Gender: Female


Height: 5'11


Eye Color: Grey


Hair Color: Dyed blonde (Natural Brown)


Year: 1


Major: Financial Administration


Sexuality: Demihetrosexual


Relationships: *


Crush: Gabriel


Quirks: She knows every country song that's come out by George Straight and loves to sing them. She does not pick up on emotions the way most people would so she might seem heartless.


Strengths: Great with Math she couldbe going for her masters in math with as much as she knows, but she never applies herself.


Weakness: She feels uncomfortable too long without her brother. She doesn't realize her crush, she just sees it as normal family affection.


History/Personality: Catherine has always followed Junior's lead, and eventually it led to a very close attachment between the two of them. Their parents saw something unusual about it so when Junior left for the Army they threw suitor after suitor at Cat. None of them were bad men, she just couldn't mesh with any of them. A few dates and that was it. So she tried working, but that led to her losing a few jobs because of her natural wrongheadedness without Junior. Eventually, Junior came back and their parents were at their wits end with what to do about Cat. Junior said he'd take her to college with him and that made them happy, but also worried them more. What if something happened? They trust Junior though, even if he seems a little off after the army. She's a good natured girl but never fit in anywhere. She's pretty but clumsy so cheer-leading and sports were out and there was no "Old Country" club in high school so she kept to mostly her and her brother. She amuses him with anime, but it really isn't her hobby, it's his. All she knows is she doesn't want to be separated from Junior again, though she's not sure why.


Likes: Cats, old county music, driving the truck.


Dislikes: Dogs, suitors, her brother being too overprotective


Fears: Not being able to function in a world with Junior together as equals, not having a world with Junior in it.


Writing Sample: "Can't you turn that caterwallin off yet?" Junior said sourly at the 10th old country song to play. "You used to love this song!" Cat protested. "Ah used to love takin bathes with ya too but times change sister oh mahne." He said and took the phone. "Play QWERTY by Mushroomhead." He said into the phone. Soon the familiar rhythm of Metal came out and drums and screams came out of the stereo. When the song ended, Cat removed her hands from her ears and pressed pause. "You can't even uhndastand what them boys is trying to say!" She yelled. "That's cause you was covering your ears, Cat." Junior said smugly. "Okay new rule, we must agree on a song while we're travailing." Cat said, still rubbing her ears. "Ah'm all ears, Sissy." Junior said rolling down his window and lighting another cigarette. "That's your third one this hour." Cat grumbled. "Ah know. Ah can count. What'da you care? Ain't like ya gotta kiss me." "Sitting this close might as well have done." Cat grumbled. "Alright Sissy, pucker up!" Junior said looking at her and making a face like a fish. "Watch the road idjit." She laughed. Junior quietly finished his smoke and pulled into the motel they'd be staying in for the night. "We gotta long day ahead ah us so we eat then straight to bed. He said, looking at all the resturants near the motel. "There's one Junior! 'Home Cooked Meals!'" "Some Mama's cook betta than othas, how about a burger?" "We had burgers for lunch!" Cat pointed out. "Ok ok. Crappy restaurant it is." Junior sighed. They walked in and were seated and someone came by to take their drink order. "Decaf coffee please." Junior said with a smile. "Sweet tea." Cat said. "Our tea is unsweetened." The waitress said with a look of confusion. "This ain't the south. Not many places drink sweet tea." Junior said. "Please bring her hot black tea with lots of black shuga and a glass full of ice." He smiled at the lady. "You're boyfriend is very conciderate." The woman smiled and walked away. Cat blushed and hid her face with her hands. "You ain't got no reason to be bashful." He said with a smile. "Ah don't?" She said hopefully. "Yeah you've nevah been outa the south, how were you supposed to know?" He said with a charming smile. "You really are an idjit." She sighed. They ordered, ate, and left. It was ok, but nothing to write home about. "At least it was betta than anotha burger." She said walking out. "Yeah I guess so. Good pick Cat." They walked back to the hotel room. "Okay now sleep. We gotta be up in 9 hours an hit tha road runnin." "Yeah," Cat said as Junior lit the day's last smoke and crushed the empty pack. This was enough for now. Just him and her together. She felt on top of the world. Her brother was back. Really back, and nothing would take him away again.

 

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• School & 'Ships
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• Writing Sample

• 
  Name: Evan Bentley
  
  
  Nickname: N/A
  
  
  Age: 20
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Height: 5'10"
  
  
  Eye Color: Blue
  
  
  Hair Color: Brown
  
  
  
• 
  Year: 2nd
  
  
  Major: Double major in International Affairs and Communications
  
  
  Sexuality: Questioning
  
  
  Relationships: Stepsister– Isabella Alderman
  
  
  Crush: *
  
  
  
• 
  Quirks:
  
  
  • Early riser
  
  
  • Makes his own food, rarely buys from school
  
  
  • Always tucks his shoelaces inside his shoes
  
  
  • Wears reading glasses
  
  
  • Often reads a book while walking
  
  
  • Has deuteranomaly (a form of red-green colour blindness)
  
  
  Strengths:
  
  
  + Diplomatic / Understanding
  
  
  + Intelligent
  
  
  + Ambitious
  
  
  + Hard worker
  
  
  + Polite
  
  
  + Organized
  
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  
  - Insecure about his appearance (feels shorter and skinnier than most guys his age)
  
  
  - Pushover
  
  
  - Can hold grudges
  
  
  - Bottles up emotions
  
  
  - Not fond of change or going with the flow
  
  
  - Easily agitated by his stepsister
  
  
  History/Personality:
  
  
  His childhood was rather average—typical middle class family with a mom and dad for several happy years. Unfortunately, Evan's mother died giving birth to her second child. The baby, Abigail, made it out alive, but the family grieved for a long time. Evan's dad suffered the worst from her passing, and Evan took on a lot of responsibilities around the house in order to help him out. At least—the things a ten-year-old boy was capable of doing. Evan also worked hard to keep up with his schoolwork, hoping it would give his father something to feel good about in spite of his sadness.
  
  
  This continued for several months until John Bentley ran into Amy Alderman, the high school girlfriend he had left behind when they split for college. The old flames sparked once again, and before Evan knew what was happening, his dad said he wanted to marry her. Evan did not like the idea of having a new mother, and he wasn't very fond of Isabella, Amy's daughter. He wanted things to stay exactly the way they were, without them.
  
  
  Despite his wishes, John and Amy married, and the new stepmom and stepsister moved in. Evan's attitude about everything was pretty rotten, no matter how much Amy and Isabella tried to reach out to him. He was glad that his dad seemed happy, but he hated that he had changed. It was like John and Amy were regressing into their high school selves of the past—going to music festivals, talking about being freelancers and working from home, traveling every weekend—and it sounded downright irresponsible to Evan. His dad, who used to tell him that college and a good job were important, suddenly didn't seem to think either of those things mattered so much anymore. Evan still feels confused and refuses to stray from the college-and-career plan.
  
  
  After talking to his dad and a long adjustment period, Evan started to accept Amy and Isabella as his family. Yet weirdly enough, he has always felt like the odd one out. Izzy was very much a flower child, like John and Amy used to be—all three of them idealists living in the past and present while Evan constantly strives for a future. He is a seemingly serious individual compared to the rest of his family, focused more on his studies than anything else. He likes having plans and goals, and he believes that hard work gets results rather than fate. For this reason, Evan appears mature for his age, and people often think he is older than Isabella, even though he's not. Evan is much more grounded than Izzy, and despite their now closer relationship, he is likely to disagree with her about a lot of things for as long as they live.
  
  
  Evan is protective, a trait that can often be mistaken as being a party pooper or a mother hen (as Izzy calls him); he’s a stickler for the rules and feels uncomfortable when others try to pressure him into rebellious acts. He tends to be more reserved than social, but that doesn’t make him any less interested in other people. He's naturally curious and a lover of learning. Evan is also an exceptional listener, but even good listeners need someone to listen to them. He tries to confide in Izzy, but she's not very good at giving him useful advice—she normally tells him to smoke a blunt and forget about it, and Evan just doesn't work like that.
  
  
  Although he may seem a bit tense at times, Evan has a rather even-temper and is good at seeing all sides of an issue. When he feels comfortable with his surroundings and peers, he can be an amiable companion and loyal friend. As someone driven to do his best, he's supportive of others who work hard to achieve their goals. Even if he doesn't agree with someone Evan tries to understand them to an extent because he knows that more problems are solved by working together than alone, and he's slowly beginning to realize that multiple ways of thinking can change the world for the better.
  
  
  Likes:
  
  
  + Studying
  
  
  + Learning new things
  
  
  + Travel
  
  
  + Reading
  
  
  + Cats
  
  
  + Cold weather
  
  
  + Cooking
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  - Not having a plan
  
  
  - Disorganization
  
  
  - Laziness
  
  
  - Being treated like a child
  
  
  - Wild parties
  
  
  - Not getting enough sleep
  
  
  Fears:
  
  
  • Failure
  
  
  • Heights
  
  
  • Getting struck by lightning
  
  
  • Becoming like his dad and stepmom
  
  
  
• “Come on, Evan, are you ready to go yet?” Isabella called from the kitchen. Three seconds later, she was standing in her stepbrother’s room. “That doesn’t match, you know,” she said, gesturing to Evan’s shirt. “You’re wearing brown and black.”
  
  
  “What are you talking about? This is an orange shirt, Izzy.”
  
  
  “No, Evan, it’s brown. Trust me. And even if it was orange, that would mean you’re wearing Halloween colors, which is also tacky.” The blue-haired girl looked down and pulled a blue shirt from the top of Evan’s open suitcase. “Here,” she said.
  
  
  Evan rolled his eyes but changed shirts before the two went into the kitchen to say goodbye to their parents, who were also in the middle of packing for who-knows-what. Mom told them to have fun but not do too many drugs; Dad said watch out for each other and always use protection.
  
  
  “Yeah, yeah, love you guys! Tell Abigail we said goodbye,” Isabella said with a grin.
  
  
  “Protection, Dad—seriously? And drugs, Amy?"
  
  
  "What? When we were your age, we were doing all kinds of messed up—"
  
  
  "I don't want to know. We’re going to school, not reformatory, Dad!" Evan cut in. "Bye, I'll let you know when we get there.” Sometimes he felt like he was more mature than his own parents were. Before Amy (he still couldn’t get used to calling her Mom) and Isabella, Dad had been a bit more sensible, but now it seemed that everyone had boarded the bus for Burning Man and the glory days, and Evan was definitely not on board.
  
  
  Sure, his dad and stepmom had a love story for the books, but Evan would never understand why his dad gave up so much to be with Amy—his job, part of their house—was a high school sweetheart really worth all of that? Of course he was glad to see his father happy again, but the family merger hadn’t been an easy transition for Evan. Success mattered to Evan, and for him success looked like graduating college, finding a career, and starting his own life somewhere else. No one else in his family seemed to think like that, and if Dad had ever wanted it, he sure didn’t seem to care as much now.
  
  
  Evan checked his mirrors and to make sure his stepsister’s truck was still behind him as they drove onto the interstate. The girl had the windows rolled down and was singing to some 80’s rock song. Classic Izzy. When she caught his eye, Isabella pulled up next to him and encouraged him to sing along. Evan tried to ignore her at first but eventually gave in and sang a few lines before waving his hand.
  
  
  “All right, all right. Eyes on the road,” he shouted over the musical riffs.
  
  
  “Okay, Mom,” came her reply.
  
  
  Evan chuckled. Even if Isabella annoyed the crap out of him, he really couldn’t hate the girl. At the end of the day, they could count on one another despite their differences. Besides, if he really hated her that much, he wouldn’t have agreed to join this Omicron Misfit Club or whatever it was called.

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• 
  Name: Isabella Alderman
  
  
  Nickname: Izzy
  
  
  Age: 22
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Height: 5'7"
  
  
  Eye Color: Brown
  
  
  Hair Color: Blue (natural dark brown)
  
  
  
• 
  Year: 3rd
  
  
  Major: Studio Art, Minor in Religion
  
  
  Sexuality: Pansexual
  
  
  Relationships: Stepbrother– Evan Bentley
  
  
  Crush: *
  
  
  
• 
  Quirks:
  
  
  • Caffeine junkie
  
  
  • Almost always wears headphones
  
  
  • Smokes semi-regularly
  
  
  • Not good at sitting still for long periods of time
  
  
  • Doodles on everything
  
  
  • Enjoys random dancing
  
  
  Strengths:
  
  
  + Easy-going / Friendly
  
  
  + Honest
  
  
  + Passionate
  
  
  + Creative
  
  
  + Adaptable
  
  
  + Open-minded
  
  
  Weakness:
  
  
  - Kinda lazy
  
  
  - Procrastinator
  
  
  - Sarcastic
  
  
  - Has a certain disregard for the rules
  
  
  - Moody
  
  
  - Somewhat forgetful
  
  
  History/Personality:
  
  
  Isabella was born to Amy Alderman and a man who walked out before she was born. Not knowing her father never bothered Izzy; life seemed perfectly normal without him, and she thought only the best of her mother. Isabella admired everything about her mom, even when she could barely afford to put food on the table. It was always Izzy and Mom against the world, from the time she opened her eyes all the way until seventh grade.
  
  
  When Amy met John Bentley, everything changed. Within a year they were married—two single high school sweethearts that reunited by chance of fate. At first, Isabella was a little worried that her relationship with her mom would change, but she wanted her mom to be happy more than anything. And before long, the ever-adaptable Izzy came to love John and his two children—Evan and Abigail.
  
  
  Isabella and her mom moved in with the Bentleys and joined the family just before Izzy started high school. The family has been seemingly happy ever since, though Isabella always had a hard time getting through to her stepbrother, Evan. He didn't seem to like her at first, but after several years of living together he has slowly become comfortable around her.
  
  
  Perhaps it's because they're so different that Evan didn't like Izzy at first. Izzy takes after her parents, especially her mother. She is spontaneous, free-spirited, and open-minded. She hates being tied down, which can make it difficult for her to develop strong relationships with other people. Although some people see her head-in-the-clouds personality as selfish, Izzy is far from it. She cares deeply for those close to her, though they may be few, and she would gladly put aside her needs for someone else.
  
  
  Izzy radiates calm energy and down-to-earth vibes. She enjoys being around people as well as having time to herself. She's fond of humor, community, and making others smile. Izzy is an optimist and is content to take life as it comes—living in the here and now rather than worrying about the years ahead. On the other hand, she can be moody and unpleasant when she gets in a slump. Her sarcasm can become cold and unwarranted, though she'll apologize if she hurts someone. When Izzy feels stressed or unhappy, she distances herself from others and doesn't take care of herself as well as she should. She doesn't mean to be self-destructive, but she will often forget to eat or sleep and smokes more than usual. These dismal moods come and go, and she can't really explain why or figure out what triggers them.
  
  
  Izzy doesn't know if she believes in religion, but she finds the subject fascinating. She does, however, believe in spirituality and karma. Izzy believes that people should treat the Earth and all living things with respect and kindness because we are all connected and depend on one another.
  
  
  Likes:
  
  
  + Road trips
  
  
  + Spirituality
  
  
  + Learning about cultures and people
  
  
  + Art
  
  
  + Music
  
  
  + Dogs
  
  
  + Warm weather
  
  
  + Fashion
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  - Unrealistic expectations
  
  
  - Being compared to other people
  
  
  - Sappy movies
  
  
  - Rushing
  
  
  - Being told what to do
  
  
  - Pessimists
  
  
  - Athletics
  
  
  Fears:
  
  
  • The future
  
  
  • Being tied down (literally and metaphorically)
  
  
  • Spiders
  
  
  • Drowning
  
  
  
• “Do you know how to get to your dorm?” Evan had asked Isabella before they got into their separate cars. As soon as the words left his mouth, he seemed to regret asking in the first place. Of course she didn’t know. “You didn’t pay any attention in orientation, did you?” he sighed.
  
  
  “I remember how to get to my classes,” she replied. “I’ll just follow you to your dorm first and help you unload the car, then we can go to mine. Sound good?” Izzy flashed a smile when he agreed, and she hopped in her little blue pickup truck. The girl put her sunglasses on, plugged in her iPod, and followed Evan’s silver Toyota out of the driveway.
  
  
  Isabella probably looked like a typical stoner, hippie, high school drop-out to the old couple in the Buick that stared at her as she passed, but she really didn’t care. Honestly, they probably looked the same when they were sixty years younger. Izzy turned the radio up so that she could hear the music over the sound of wind rushing through her hair. She bopped her head the beat and sang along to the classic rock station. She grinned in triumph when she got her stepbrother to sing with her, even if for a short while. Isabella wished Evan would let loose a little more. She understood that they didn’t have much in common, but he always seemed so stiff to her. That’s why she wanted him to come to Omicron Omicron Omega.
  
  
  Izzy wasn’t so bad at making friends, but she simply hadn’t clicked with any of the clubs she tried when she first came to the university. She tried a bunch of the creative clubs, but they all wanted her to be a philosopher as well as an artist. What if she just liked painting and didn’t feel like discussing Van Gogh’s self-destructive journey every day? What if she wanted to enjoy classical music without critiquing every measure? Intelligent conversation was all well and good, but Izzy thought after school clubs were supposed to be relaxing and enjoyable—not stress-inducing.
  
  
  Odd Ones Out had been perfect for Izzy, and she honestly missed her fellow oddballs. She was sure she couldn’t remember everyone’s names in the club, but she was a little better with faces. Hopefully she would remember the important ones by the time she had to introduce Evan to her friends. Isabella was a little concerned that he might not like the club, but she knew he wouldn’t say anything rude even if he didn't. Even so, she really hoped he would like it as much as she did.

 

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I've edited background and writing sample. Have stretched other points to as many lines as I can get them, they are 15 in the editing box, hope they're still 15 when published!


(Also quick note, I'm English, so I put 'U' in words where you might not find them in America spellings, please don't hold this against me!)

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Appearance:

Name:





Edena Jones


Nickname: Eddie


Age: 21


Gender: Female


Height: 6ft1


Eye Color: Green


Hair Color: Natural Redhead (additional Red dye atop often)


Year: Freshman


Major: Drama


Sexuality: Pansexual


Relationships: TBD


Crush: TBD


Quirks:


Will wear a leather jacket, no matter the heat. This is because the leather jacket was a gift to her from her brother and holds great emotional significance. However she never mentions this.


Carries around a battered sketchbook, can't draw. The sketchbook is full of Amber's Monsters, creatures that despite being misshapen and frankly scary, always make Eddie think of the tiny blonde.


Once every year or so, shaves her head for cancer patients (fundraising and for a wig) will dye the initial regrowth a bright red and then let her natural colouring take over as time goes on.


Can often be found (badly) dancing instead of walking between places. She is a big fan of a lot of music and often finds herself unable to hold in the urge to dance.


While the rest of her room is an absolute bomb-site, her desk is always neat and tidy. This is to do with how she views her life. The rest of the room is her personal life, so she doesn't care if it's messy, because that's who she is. Her desk is her College/Professional life, and that has to be tidy.


Loves animals and will make herself late to stop and pet a dog.


Hates public speaking but loves being on stage as a character. This is, again, down to her fear of confrontation. People don't tend to argue with the character you're portraying, but if you yourself are on stage, it's normally to state an opinion.


Strengths:


Eddie is incredibly emotionally resilient. With the exception of her relationship with Amber, she has the ability to bounce back from almost any event within a short period of time and get back to normal.


Physically, due to three years of jobs (often physical labour) Eddie is relatively strong. However she doesn't work out and rarely uses that strength for anything.


Despite her temper (and her avoidance of arguments), if she's passionate about something, she will do all she's able to in order to get what she wants (up to and including physical violence, although it doesn't often reach that point!)


She is an incredible baker, who often bakes whenever someone is upset in an attempt to comfort her. This was something she learned from her Mother who often baked bread, as it was cheaper than actually buying a loaf. If someone lets Eddie know they're upset or stressed, they will quickly find a plate of brownies or muffins in front of them.


Regardless of her height, Eddie can easily take on any role given to her, and has been known to play young children, when needed (although she doesn't often because a 6ft child is a little outside anyone's ability to willingly suspend their disbelief and she's fully aware of this)


Weakness:


Eddie's biggest weakness is her Temper. Despite years of anger management, meditation and even medication, she's still quick to anger if provoked. She's taken steps to prevent this from happening, such as avoiding debate topics and refusing to form political opinions, but they don't always work. If she finds herself in an argument, she will do her very best to keep her anger limited to just shouting and insult throwing, but if something pushes her over, she will throw punches mercilessly.


After dating a girl with emotional troubles and self harm tendencies (Amber), Eddie worries far more than she needs to about anyone who seems sad or worried about things. She will put her own health and wellbeing at risk to help someone who she thinks is in need, even if they don't actually want her help.


Due to doing her best to avoid confrontation, she is often seen as 'not taking things seriously'. This is, in part, very true. Eddie prefers to look at the lighter side of life and will only pick up a newspaper to browse the comic section. However this keeps her out of the loop regarding the world around her, often. And can, in itself, create friction when she brushes aside national and international tragedies due to not wanting to put herself in a position where she may end up in an argument.


History/Personality:


The second born child of Joanne and David Jones, Eddie was born with tufts of red hair. Her Father was, at the time, obsessed with the weird and the wacky in the name world and, despite her older brother being named Jason, named his daughter Edena. Her family instantly shortened it to Eddie, and the nickname has stuck.


Eddie was always in trouble throughout her entire schooling. She struggled with her temper, often getting into yelling matches with teachers and shoving matches with other children. Her Parents, and school faculties did all they could to try and control her outbursts of anger, and although they didn't work perfectly, by the time she was ten, she was in better control and, provided she wasn't pushed, could walk away from disagreements before they escalated into yelling and/or physical violence.


Due to this fraught time, however, she has taught herself to be as non-confrontational as possible. She refuses to get involved in politics, or any other subject that would bring about debate, knowing that she's likely to end up angry with her opponent.


When she was six, her family lost their home and due to financial difficulties, were unable to find a new one. They lived in Hotels, Hostels and Friends Homes for about a year, before managing to scrape together enough money to buy a small trailer. They lived there for seven years, a four person family squashed into a one bedroom trailer.


By the time they were able to get their own home again, although it was rented, Eddie was fourteen and her brother nearly eighteen.


Jason had won a scholarship to Harvard, where he planned on studying to become a lawyer, however he gave that opportunity up in order to stay home and help keep the family financially stable. Eddie has mixed feelings regarding this, thinking her brother a bit stupid for giving up such a great opportunity, however also being incredibly grateful as it meant she was able to finish her High School education without needing to find a job.


When Eddie was sixteen, a new girl moved to town named Amber and the two of them struck up a fast friendship, discovering despite initial appearances, the two of them had much in common. It took over a year before their friendship developed into a relationship, but when it did, Eddie couldn't be happier.


However it was not built to last, and the two mutually agreed to end their relationship once Amber left town to attend college, something Eddie was financially unable to do. Before leaving, Amber left Eddie two of her sketchbooks. One with the comic she had made of their first year of friendship (which Eddie keeps hidden and refuses to show anyone) and another full of her 'Monsters', hideous creatures with every day names. Eddie keeps these second book on her as often as she's able and takes great pride in showing off her friends artistic talent.


It took Eddie three years to save up enough money, working as many jobs as she could get her hands on, to attend college with as few loans as possible. She enrolled as a Drama Major, since her one true passion throughout her life time had been the stage, although she'd kept this fact hidden during High School, since she liked to present the 'bad boy' image to keep people at arms length.


Now in college, she's mostly let go of that image, with the exception of her leather jacket, of which she still remains highly fond and very protective over.


Being deliberately laid back, Eddie finds it easy to make friends, but difficult to keep them as once they push past that first layer of the easy going girl and they discover her anger issues, people often run off in fear. She continues to persevere, however, refusing to bow to societies image of her.


Likes:


Eddie has a multitude of things that she likes, and she takes great delight in showing off when she likes something that appears to be the opposite of what you'd expect her to like.


One example of this is her love for Taylor Swift. Looking at her, most people assume that she'd enjoy rock music (which she does) but her favourite artist remains TSwift and she'll fight anyone that speaks ill of her. (Sadly not a metaphor)


She has a deep fondness of doughnuts of ANY kind, but especially any that contain some kind of peanut butter. Although she'll eat them, she's not the biggest fan of glazed and would prefer some kind of topping.


She also loves her leather jacket and will wear it, no matter the weather. This is for emotional reasons, as it was a gift from her brother. She never explains this, as people don't often ask where she got it or why she's so attached to it.


Ambers Sketchbook(s) are another thing she is incredibly fond of. The one she keeps hidden is her favourite, since it's a sweet comic of their first year of friendship, culminating in their first kiss. However she also carries around a smaller book that is full of Monsters, all of which bring Eddie joy, despite repulsing most other people.


Dislikes:


Due to her height, her temper and her fashion sense, a lot of people pre-judge Eddie without ever meeting her. This has always been a source of annoyance for her and has lead to a firm hatred of stereotypes and a certain glee about shattering them for people.


Having grown up on the lower end of the Financial spectrum, and having had to work for everything in her life (or seen her parents or brother work for things while she was in school), Eddie doesn't take kindly to people who are entitled. She doesn't particularly care how much money a person has, but if they decide to use that money to lord over other people, or claim that they deserve things, she will get annoyed and then angry with them and problems will be born.


Despite liking most genre's of music, Eddie can't quite get her head around 'dubstep' or any kind of club music. The driving, pointless beats, and the electronic sounds give her headaches and if presented with a 'clubmix' of a song she likes, she has been known to go into swear-y rants about how such things are entirely unnecessary and ruin good songs for no reason at all.


Fears:


Eddie fears spiders. There's no logical reason for this fear, but if she sees a spider, she'll let out the highest pitch of scream that anyone has likely ever heard and will call for anyone to get rid of it for her. This was likely not helped by her brother and his rubber spiders that he enjoyed leaving around for her to find, however.


From being homeless and watching her parents struggled, Eddie has an almost debilitating fear of debt. She questions every purchase she makes and has, more than once, considered leaving college because of the expense. This fears are relatively easy to assuage as she's aware she has the money to complete her college education due to hard work, and should she need to, it wouldn't be difficult for her to get a job as she'll take any work going.


After Amber left for college, Eddie developed a fear of losing those she cared about. With this in play, she often phones or writes to her parents and brother and once a friendship has advanced past the surface, she will do all she can to keep those people in her life.


With the amount of fights she's been in in the past, Eddie also worries and fears losing her temper with someone who has done little to nothing to provoke such a reaction. Although not good behaviour, she often doesn't feel as much guilt as she should for getting physical with someone who has provoked her after warnings, however were she to physically or verbally attack someone who was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, she'd be debilitated by guilt and as such, worries and fears doing such a thing.


Writing Sample:


"Man screw this!" Eddie scoffed, knocking the script she'd been attempting to memorize off of her desk. She ran her fingers through her hair, forcing herself to breathe deeply in an attempt to keep her temper under wraps.


"Stupid script, stupid role, not like I want to play the Wicked Witch of the West." That was an absolute lie, and she knew it. She'd campaigned hard for this role, even going as far as to accept the idea of a singing dub should she not be able to master the songs, just so that she could get on stage in that green and show everyone what she could do. She just really hated memorizing scripts.


"Better try again anyway." Eddie knew she was talking to herself, but paid it no mind as she bent to pick up the script. Setting it back on the desk and resting her head in her hands, she continued to stare blankly at the page, praying she absorbed some of the information presented to her before her next rehearsal in the morning.


It wasn't happening, however, and after a fruitless half an hour, Eddie let out another groan and stood from her desk, closing the script and flopping onto her unmade bed, bouncing the pile of clothes from the foot onto the floor.


"This isn't going to work..." She said to herself quietly, staring up at the ceiling. "I suck at memorizing lines! I mean, how is anyone supposed to remember, 'Maybe pronouncing your precious name isn't the sole purpose of Doctor Dillamond's life. Maybe he's not like every other professor. Maybe some of us are different.' It's nearly impossible!" She paused before realizing what she had just declared into the open air.


"Maybe some of it is sinking in." She said with a grin, though she made no move to get up and go back to studying. Her brain was hurting anyway.

 

[bwi]

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Spoiler

Mok, Haru

“I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean.” Lana Del Rey

• The Basics
• First Impressions
• Getting Personal
• Extra

• The Basics
  
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  Name: Mok, Haru
  
  
  
  
  
  Nickname: Roo by his cousin, Victoria
  
  
  Age: 18
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Sexuality: Undecided
  
  
  
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  First Impressions
  
  Height:
  
  5' 8"
  
  
  
  
  Eye Color:
  
  Brown
  
  
  
  
  Hair Color:
  
  Light-ish Brown
  
  
  
  
  Year:
  
  1st
  
  
  
  
  Major:
  
  Music
  
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  Getting Personal
  
  Personality:
  
  Arrogant, uninterested in dramatics and nerdy are some of the only qualities of Haru's that don't have a contradiction. He can easily be described as a walking oxymoron. Most of his personality is based on how he feels and who's around. Haru can be quiet yet he can be talkative when people are discussing things that interest him or upset him. He's sweet and open-minded yet sarcastic as hell and slightly passive-aggressive in his humor. Introverted yet extroverted around friends and at certain parties. Intelligent yet lowers himself around people who he deems less intelligent than him. Haru truly doesn't have a "set" personality but he's his truest self when he's alone or with Victoria.
  
  
  When Haru is away from the influences of everyone and everything else or when he’s with Victoria, he's soft-spoken, easy to laugh and witty. He lets his intelligence show, not afraid to be taken for a know-it-all. His imagination flows free and he's not ashamed to speak his mind.
  
  
  However, there's still that part of Haru that craves power and freedom. He tries to hide it as best he can simply because his family disapproves of it, especially his dad, but that doesn't mean Haru ignores it. Once the house grows quiet, sneaking out the nearest window is his first priority. Staying still for more than a few hours makes him anxious and the only way for him to release his pent up energy is to get his adrenaline pumping.
  
  
  
  
  Quirks:
  
  *Constantly corrects people's speech
  
  *Makes a point to read the dictionary so that he can use words that nobody knows
  
  *Acts more serious around people he deems smart and vice-versa
  
  *Smiles sweetly when people say or do dumb things
  
  *He must read everything
  
  *Writes on every writable surface
  
  *Speaks Korean when flustered, upset or tired
  
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  History:
  
  Haru grew up in a quiet apartment on a lonely street that was barely on the outskirts of Daegu, Korea. His life wasn't much but he was happy. He was more than content to cuddle up in his room and read a book or sit at his desk and write until his pencil wore down to a stub while his parents worked long hours. His parents weren't always home to make him dinner or to see him off to school but Haru understood. Who's parents were perfect, anyway? They were always enough for him and he knew that they loved him. It showed when his father would sit him on his lap at their chipped piano and place his hands on his so that he could feel his movements as he played the keys. It showed when his mother would snuggle with him on the couch and read to him until he fell asleep.
  
  
  All of those happy days died once Haru's mother fell ill with bone cancer. She was given six months to live and at ten years old, Haru thought that he could cure him mother with his music and stories. He quickly realized that no amount of love and care from him or his father could cure cancer.
  
  
  Haru's mother died two years later when Haru was thirteen. His father tried desperately to hide his depression but Haru saw it and it affected him greatly. He tried to cure his depression as he tried to cure his mother's cancer. It was hopeless and when he realized that he had no control over his own life, Haru craved power and freedom.
  
  
  He became reckless, doing things that had his friends telling him he’d be dead by his eighteenth birthday. Haru knew this without having to be told and he loved it. The rush that it gave him was better than any drug he had taken and just as addictive. But more than that, he knew when he was going to die. Not exactly when of course but when you do dangerous things like jump out of a second story window to see if you can stick the landing, death becomes much more predictable. There would be no cancer sneaking up on him like some wolf awaiting its pray. He’d die on his own terms.
  
  
  For a while, Haru got away with his bad behavior. He hid his life from his father with excuses that seemed harmless. It wasn’t until the police showed up at their door with Haru in tow did his father realize how off track his son was. He decided that a change in scenery may cure Haru’s rebellious behavior as well as his own unhappiness. Daegu just held too many bad memories for the both of them though Haru was adamant on staying. He fought tooth and nail to stay in Korea but his father was just as adamant about going to America. So at fifteen, Haru watched as his father practically uprooted their life and packed it up into two suitcases.
  
  
  Their relationship grew distant and it worsened when they arrived at Haru’s aunt and uncle’s house in New York. He holed himself up in his room, refusing to come out to even eat. It was his cousin, Victoria, who finally coaxed him out of hiding. It took about a month or so but she did it. The two became practically inseparable and for a while, Victoria was the only one who Haru would say more than a few words to. Eventually, Haru let his father in again as well as his aunt and uncle. He slowly adjusted to life in America and even went to the college that Victoria suggested, Double Omicron Omega, as she went there herself. However, just because Haru adjusted didn’t mean that he liked it. He has his mind set on going back to Daegu after college.
  
  Strengths:
  
  *Haru is very open-minded & will try to understand any concept or situation
  
  
  *He’s one of the most caring friends you’ll ever have & will do just about anything to make you happy
  
  
  *He’s a very good teacher though his patience isn’t the best
  
  
  *Playing the piano
  
  
  *Writing (he mostly writes song lyrics & historical fictions)
  
  
  *He’s gentle, he wouldn’t hurt a fly
  
  
  *He sees the humor in everything – “If you don’t laugh you cry.” is what he says
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  *Haru likes to talk. Don’t tell him anything, he’s a little snitch
  
  
  *He has 0 tolerance for stupidity & will say so to your face
  
  
  *Narcissist
  
  
  *He needs to work on his patience. A lot…
  
  
  *English (his parents taught him the basics of the language for their trips to New York but Victoria started teaching him when they visited so he’s pretty good at speaking it though not perfect.)
  
  
  *He tends to be self-interested
  
  
  *He losses interest quickly
  
  Likes:
  
  *Jane Austen – yes Jane Austen… Haru can probably recite her books from memory
  
  
  *Poetry. He can be heard reciting passages under his breath when stressed
  
  
  *He has an obsession with history
  
  
  *Music – he almost always has earbuds in
  
  
  *Vintage or hipster clothing
  
  
  *Rainy days so he can just read
  
  
  *Cats – their purring is somehow comforting to him
  
  
  *People with a sense of humor
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  *Noise – he can’t concentrate with noise
  
  
  *Touchy-feely people (freakyyy…)
  
  
  *Stupidity
  
  
  *Small talk – it bores him to no end
  
  
  *Drama – “Save it for people who care.” is what Haru says, always with a smile
  
  
  *Short books – they just end way too fast
  
  
  *Staying still for too long
  
  
  Fears:
  
  
  *Not being able to return to Korea
  
  
  *Not being able to live the life that he wants
  
  
  *Monotony/not living life to the fullest
  
  
  
  
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  Writing Sample:
  
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  (Bold = speaking in English
  
  
  Bold Italic = speaking in Korean)
  
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  Sunlight was a wretched thing. A horrible, wretched thing created for the sole purpose of waking people up at ungodly hours of the morning. Or at least that’s what Haru thought as he buried his face in his pillow to shield his eyes from the evil yellow light.
  
  
  Sallow streaks of sunlight were filtering through the half-closed blinds, falling across the twin-sized bed and directly onto Haru’s face. He groaned and rolled over, stretching out across the mattress like a lazy cat. It’s too early for this shit, he thought as the time on the wall-clock registered in his mind. Six thirty. Victoria, his over-eager cousin, had said that she’d wake him up at six if “he didn’t have his sorry ass up” but he didn’t remember her coming in as she had promised. Unless he had been that out of it. Either way, he was glad that Victoria hadn’t barged in to jump on his bed and drag him from his nest of blankets. But that meant he had to get his sorry ass up himself which was much less manageable without Vickie being her sunshiney-self. Then a voice startled him so badly that he almost fell off the bed.
  
  
  “Oh my God, Haru, really? You’re still asleep?”
  
  
  It was Vickie, standing in the doorway, hands on her hips, expression definitely pissed. Ok, maybe “sunshiney” wasn’t the best way to describe her today…
  
  
  “You’re ridiculous.” she hissed, chucking a pillow at his head.
  
  
  All Haru managed was a pathetic-sounding “Ah, seriously?”. He didn’t even budge which he suspected pissed off Victoria even more. Somewhere through the grogginess, he felt a sting of guilt for messing up her carefully planned day of packing and driving to Double Omicron Omega where they’d set up their dorms and then attend the welcome party together. He’d heard the speeches about how any little disturbance could ruin their timing and if their timing was ruined, Victoria was likely to have a nervous breakdown. Haru knew that she was anxious, so anxious that she had slept in his bed last night which hadn’t happened since they were twelve after Haru decided that it was weird, but he was tired and grumpy and dealing with his cousin’s delicate feelings was the last thing he wanted to do.
  
  
  “Haru! Get up! I even packed your friken’ suitcase!”
  
  
  Before something more deadly could be chucked at him, like a shoe, Haru shifted into a position that was technically sitting up. “Ok. I’m up. Just be r-… Just relax.” he said, raising his hands in surrender. “I’ll just… go like this. Ok?”
  
  
  Victoria looked less than thrilled with the idea of Haru arriving at the college in a wrinkly t-shirt and sweatpants but she didn’t object either, just threw her hands up in defeat. “Whatever. I don’t even care anymore. Just get in the car. But you’re changing as soon as we get there.”
  
  
  With that, Victoria turned on her heel and stalked out of the room, leaving Haru to trip after her while fumbling to put on a pair of converses. “You packed my Jane Austen novels, right?”
  
  
  “Lord have mercy, yes. You’d probably roll around on the floor sobbing if I didn’t.” Victoria shot back, giving a look that made Haru refrain from rolling his eyes. He decided a simple “thank you” was suffice. You couldn’t get mad over a “thank you”, right? And honestly, if she did get mad, Haru wasn’t sure if he could stop himself from snapping at her.
  
  
  Once the two reached the bottom of the stairs, Haru’s aunt immediately asked if he was wearing his pajamas to school. “I’m changing as soon as I get there.” he answered, earning himself a look of approval from Victoria though his aunt didn’t seem to be put at ease by his reassurance.
  
  
  “I could drive you two if you want…” offered Haru’s dad who already looked pale. They both declined maybe a bit too quickly. This was college after all, where they pretended to be mature adults who could manage themselves, and having Haru’s father drive them there probably wasn’t the best way to show their maturity. Or at least that’s what Haru thought. Victoria was probably declining just to save him the trouble.
  
  
  “I’m sure they’ll be fine, Ji-Hun.” said Haru’s uncle, clapping a hand on his brother-in-law’s shoulder. Ji-Hun nodded as he stood to give Haru and Victoria a hug. Once all of the farewells were finished, the two of them loaded into the car as quickly as they could without forgetting anything.
  
  
  As Victoria started the car and some of the fog cleared from Haru's head, he began to actually get excited. All he needed was to get through college which was bound to be a thrill ride and then he was literally free. Free to do whatever he pleases, free to finally go home and live his life.
  
  
  Relationships:
  
  
  PM me?
  
  
  (will update throughout RP)
  
  
  Crush:
  
  
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Victoria Ashby

“Courage isn't having the strength to go on - it is going on when you don't have strength.” Napoleon Bonaparte

• The Basics
• First Impressions
• Getting Personal
• Extra

• The Basics
  
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  Name: Victoria Ashby
  
  
  
  
  
  Nickname: Vickie, Kiki by her cousin, Haru
  
  
  Age: 20
  
  
  Gender: female
  
  
  Sexuality: Heterosexual
  
  
  
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  First Impressions
  
  Height:
  
  5' 2"
  
  
  
  
  Eye Color:
  
  Brown
  
  
  
  
  Hair Color:
  
  naturally light-ish brown but she dyes it various colors (currently dyed a very light brown)
  
  
  
  
  Year:
  
  2nd
  
  
  
  
  Major:
  
  Astronomy
  
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  Getting Personal
  
  Personality:
  
  Quiet and soft spoken, Victoria is a very easy person to get along with mostly because she agrees with anything you say. Yes, she’s the type of girl who will say she doesn’t like strawberry ice-cream because her friend doesn’t like strawberry ice-cream. It’s not really about fitting in for her but mostly about keeping the peace. Conflict scares her to death and she’ll do anything to avoid it. Well almost anything… She’s not manipulative aside from telling little white lies. If she does tell an actual lie, she’ll be confessing within an hour though you’ll probably be able to tell she’s lying anyway.
  
  
  Victoria is definitely what you would call a “goodie-two-shoes”. She can’t break rules to save her life nor can she lie nor can she do anything that is even relatively defiant. She is very uptight when it comes to things like that. Her cousin, Haru, has helped her become a little less of a spaz but Victoria still feels the need to bolt out the nearest door whenever she does something remotely disobedient.
  
  
  Aside from being a “goodie-two-shoes”, Victoria is just generally a good person. She will never judge anyone no matter how black the heart or how bad the mistake was. She sees the good in everyone even if they have the tiniest speck of light in them. Victoria is the kind of friend who will listen to whatever you’d like to rant about, the friend who’ll be holding your hair back, the one who will stay by your side even when you stab her in the back. However, most people take her for granted.
  
  
  Victoria has a lot of personal problems that she keeps to herself simply because she doesn’t want to add to other people’s burdens. People don’t realize how troubled she is which usually leads to her giving out way more than she gets. Because of this, Victoria has developed a kind of resentment towards the world. Her expectations of people are pretty low. Honestly, her expectations in general are basically zero. She expects the worst from life and has developed a rather sour attitude. It’s hard for her to have faith in anyone though she tries. Victoria likes to think that there’s still some good left in the world, that’s partly why she’s so good to people, but sometimes it’s hard for her to keep up the kindness.
  
  Quirks
  
  Victoria sleeps with a stuffed owl named, Hoot, & if she doesn’t have it she gets very anxious
  
  
  She fiddles with her shirt sleeves enough that they have holes in them
  
  
  She hates lollipops… They're just gross…
  
  
  She has an antique book collection & she may or may not nab books from her cousin’s collection
  
  
  Absently draws constellations with her finger on whatever surface is available
  
  
  She says “Aigoo” a lot which basically means “oh my God” in Korean – a picked up habit from her cousin
  
  
  History
  
  
  Victoria’s mother, Sang-Mi, grew up in Daegu, Korea alongside her brother, Ji-Hun. They’re childhood wasn’t anything to brag about. Their parents were strict especially when it came to their children’s education but they were loving as well and the siblings always had what they needed. Nothing eventful really happened as the two were good kids and studying was their main priorities. However, once Sang-Mi reached seventeen, her life changed pretty drastically.
  
  
  She had been dating an American student for about six months when she found out that she was pregnant. Sang-Mi tried to hide it as best as she could from both the dad, Nicholas, and her family but it became too obvious. Her father basically disowned her, saying that she had ruined her future, and sent her to live with Nicholas. The two young parents moved to New York where most of Nicholas’s family lived. They weren’t necessarily in love but they didn’t exactly have an alternative.
  
  
  Sang-Mi kept in touch with her brother but she kept her distance from her parents even after her daughter, Victoria, was born. Sang-Mi tried her best to create a life for Victoria that was somewhat like what her and her brother had back in Korea but it was difficult to say the least. They lived in a studio apartment and with both Nicholas and Sang-Mi working constantly to pay the rent, it was hard to guide Victoria down the path that she wanted. Even so, Victoria was a good kid. She was a quiet girl who rarely got into trouble. She knew better than to cause trouble with her father’s short temper.
  
  
  Most of Victoria's earlier childhood memories consist of hiding in her room to avoid her parents’ arguments. The fights were almost always petty but they were heated as well. Some days, Victoria would see the bruises on her mother’s arms though they both pretended that nothing was wrong. Then the abuse began affecting Victoria directly and there was no more pretending.
  
  
  Her father started coming home drunk and instead of petty arguments with her mother, it escalated to abuse. Victoria thought staying holed up in her room would calm down her father's temper but anything she did was useless. The whole situation was basically unfixable not that Victoria's mom had wanted to fix it anyway… She found an apartment with rent cheap enough that she could pay on her own and her brother gave her extra money to pay for food and clothes. Once they moved out, he left them alone but the abuse had been going on for months before Victoria's mother could afford to leave and they didn’t get out without scars both physically and mentally.
  
  
  Victoria grew distant, staying in her room most of the time. She couldn’t help but feel like her parents had been unhappy because of her. Her mother tried her best to reassure her that nothing was her fault and life would be much better now but Victoria wasn’t hearing any of it. Her mother decided maybe having Victoria's cousin, Haru, visit would help get her mind off of things.
  
  
  The first time Haru and his father visited, Victoria wanted nothing to do them but after they visited a few more times, Haru was able to slowly coax her out of her timid shell. A year or so went by and the two cousins grew extremely close. Victoria saw Haru as a lifeline and the feeling was pretty mutual for Haru.
  
  
  Life started looking brighter for all of them. Victoria's mother even got remarried to a man that Victoria thinks is pretty decent. The wedding was a few years before Haru and his father moved in and once they did, Victoria was pretty content with life. She definitely still has her problems but she is also definitely more content than she was.
  
  
  Strengths
  
  
  Victoria sees the good in everyone even if there’s only a speck
  
  
  She’s a strong girl -- stronger than most
  
  
  She’s good-hearted & will do just about anything to make people happy
  
  
  She’s intelligent as well as wise
  
  
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  Victoria compromises way too much
  
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  She keeps her emotions bottled up, not wanting to add to people’s burdens
  
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  She’s pretty sour about life though she tries to hide it
  
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  That no one will know the real Victoria
  
  
  Never finding love
  
  
  Being disliked
  
  
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  Cuddling/skin-ship but only with people who she's comfortable with. If you try to touch her otherwise, she might hit you.
  
  
  Downton Abbey – her cousin got her hooked & now she never misses an episode. Ever
  
  
  K-dramas – she started watching them to learn Korean for her cousin but she got obsessed
  
  
  Impressing people – she will go to great lengths to do so. Stupidly great lengths.
  
  
  Candy – her mother calls her a candy monster
  
  
  Oversized sweaters -- either wearing them or seeing them on guys (they’re hot)
  
  
  Reading
  
  
  Astronomy – it fascinates her
  
  
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  Illogical people -- everything has logic
  
  
  Touchy-feely people -- they're just… too much…
  
  
  Loud people & noises
  
  
  Sloppiness – there’s no excuse
  
  
  Overly cheery people – it’s just fake
  
  
  Peanut butter – why would you want to eat something that sticks to your mouth?
  
  
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  Maybe having her cousin come to visit wouldn’t be as bad as Victoria imagined. She only imagined bad things about him because she didn’t know him, she never even met him, and… oh God, what if he was some kind of serial killer? No, that was impossible, right? He was only ten. Ten year olds didn’t kill people. Just relax Victoria. You’re being crazy for nothing, she chided herself though didn’t really believe her own words.
  
  
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  She leaned forward, grabbing the polaroid her mother had left on her bedside table. Someone had written a caption but it was in Hangul and way past her reading skill. She figured it said something like “my little boy” and the picture itself was of her cousin, Haru, who was sitting at a chipped white piano. He looked happy, he was smiling at least, and it wasn’t one of those fake smiles for the camera. He certainly didn’t look like a serial killer. Scarecrow was a more accurate way to describe him. Well maybe scarecrow wasn’t accurate either… He wasn’t tall, just gangly like a puppy that hasn’t grown into its limbs yet. Either way, Haru looked relatively harmless and it put Victoria at ease a bit.
  
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  She flopped back on her bed, spread out like a starfish just as she heard her mother's voice call: “Victoria, they’re here.”
  
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  She took a deep breath in before slowly walking down the staircase and poking her head around the corner. Just think positive thoughts… “This is your uncle, Ji-Hun, and your cousin, Haru. Come here, say hi.” her mother said, holding out a hand for Victoria to take.
  
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  Victoria shrunk back against the wall, feeling the urge to run back up the stairs. She had never really been comfortable around men but after… that situation with her father that she rather not mention, it had turned into a fear. Haru however, was a scrawny thing, only a couple inches taller than her and certainly not a man. She could deal with him for two weeks but her uncle? She couldn’t even look him directly in the face.
  
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  Haru uttered an unsure “Hello” as he bowed slightly in Victoria's direction. She heard her mother and uncle saying something about her being shy but it sounded far away. Everything was starting to sound far away… This wasn’t good. She couldn’t let herself be scared like this.
  
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  “Uh… H-hi.” Victoria stuttered out. Haru smiled, his eyes turning into little crescent moons.
  
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  “We’re friends, yes?” he asked in uneven English, sounding like he learned the phrase a few hours ago but it made Victoria quirk her lips up in an almost-smile.
  
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  “Yeah, we can be friends I guess.”
  
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  “Hug?” he asked, extending out his arms wider than necessary.
  
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  He looked so cute and innocent standing there in his oversized Nirvana sweater and baggy jeans, arms open, eyebrows raised in questioning, that Victoria couldn’t help but come out of partial hiding.
  
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  “Not yet. Just shake, ok?” she said, putting out her hand to be shook.
  
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[Mitheral]

Spoiler

• Basics
• Education and Social
• Background
• Personality
• Writing Sample

• 
  
  
  Gender Male
  
  
  Age 17 (turns 18 on Sept 25th)
  
  
  Ethnicity: Caucasian
  
  
  Hair: Dark brown, almost black
  
  
  Eyes: Blue
  
  
  Height: 6’6”
  
  
  Build: Rugged (extremely strong for his size)
  
  
  Other Features:
  
  
  Duncan has poor sense of fashion, though his last years of high school improved his look considerably. His hair is always cut with to meet military requirements. (He used to get his hair cut on the base all the time.) He keeps just enough length to style it slightly. However as straight as his hair is, you can’t really tell. His clothing usually consists of jeans, a T shirt (preferably black), and tennis shoes. He is not above dressing up - button up versions of the same and maybe slacks. The only time he wears other clothes is when his parents visit. Then he wears a splash of color that his foster mother bought him.
  
  
  A first impression of Duncan is that he is NOT a troublemaker, but rather a decent, honest kid. No tattoos, piercings or jewelry.
  
  
  He has scars from multiple gunshot wounds (left shoulder, right upper leg, etc), a few knife wounds (left stomach is the worst) and more (back covered with whip marks). He wears a glove on his left hand most of the time (carries the other glove), removing it when he needs to. (He caught a knife with that hand. Makes the finger work on a guitar interesting to say the least, but it partly why he chose the guitar.)
  
  
  
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  Year: Freshman
  
  
  Major: Undeclared (Though he is taking mainly Music, Voice, and the like)
  
  
  Sexuality: Heterosexual
  
  
  Relationships: *None
  
  
  Crush: *None
  
  
  
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  Background
  
  
  Duncan biological father was US Navy. So he was born into the military from the start. As an infant he was sickly, and at age 3 and a half he was dying in the hospital of spinal meningitis when his biological father abandoned them.
  
  
  At Age 5 his mother met his Stepfather, at the time a USAF Staff Sergeant (E-5) in military transportation and they were shortly married. Overnight he went from being an only child to having an older brother and sister to pick on him. His whole step family resented him. If his older brother did something wrong, guess who got blamed. They were Deep South Southern Baptists preaching hellfire and damnation and he was the spawn of Satan - as his mother was Catholic.
  
  
  He soon learned that his stepfather had other flaws. He was prejudiced and abusive. Hardly a day went by that Duncan didn’t get beaten and yelled at. (Not always bad, rarely enough to warrant a trip to a hospital.) Why? Half the time he couldn't have said. Moving too slow? Chore not done to his father's satisfaction? Something he didn't even do? He blessed the days when his father was away on TDY’s. It wasn't ALWAYS bad. But the good times were just too few and far between. Things finally reached a boiling point when he was 15. His brother was killed. His sister left to go to a foster family. His mother is was shot. His father went to prison. Duncan was recovering from injuries sustained from severe abuse, gang violence, and even more abuse. He was removed from his family to be placed in foster care.
  
  
  Education
  
  
  Duncan is nothing short of a prodigy. The internet - and the financial help of his maternal grandparents - completely transformed Duncan from a typical military brat forced to constantly retake courses every time he moved - to a genius. He completed his GED at 11, bachelor degrees in Physics, Chemistry and Math by age 13, and two PhD’s (Physics and Chemistry) with two additional bachelor degrees (Geology and Astronomy) and a teaching certificate by age 15. He was qualified to teach at a university. But he and his grandparents took a lesson from history and made the decision for him to continue mainstream schooling, lest he never develop socially.
  
  
  At age 15, in the wake of the “rough patch” Duncan went through he was taken in by his foster and now adoptive parents, Jonathan and Isabelle Miller. Jonathan works for Sandia Labs at Kirtland AFB. Isabelle teaches residency students and UNM Medical center. Her specialty is Cancer. He was transferred to Albuquerque Academy, a privately endowed High School. His curriculum branched him out into music and theater. He rarely, if ever, mentioned his degrees and to this day continues to try to pass himself off as average.
  
  
  Albuquerque Academy had a failing football department for years and was about to disband their program. They could barely field a team. Barely able to stand Duncan changed all that. He didn’t especially like the sport. And he had managed to pick a fight with half the football team his first week of school. But he didn’t like the idea of giving up on anything. And that was what it felt like. So he became a kicker. The team started winning. He spiced up the high school band with an electric guitar. Why? Maybe it was school spirit. He didn’t know really. Boredom? Whatever the reason the school enjoyed it. Duncan? He had way too many people who wanted to be a friend.
  
  
  
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  Duncan is extremely intelligent, reading well over 1000 wpm doing SRA’s (Strategic Reading Assignments) by age 12. He gets bored easily, especially in school as he finds other students … slow. But he keeps silent on that subject as he knows how arrogant that would sound. He just tries to occupy his time as best he can. He is also more than happy to help any other student. He doesn’t even have to like or dislike them.
  
  
  Duncan loves all hard science (ie not the squishy ones - Biology? Bleh!) He refused to take it EVER. He is a natural mathlete. He is an expert at chess, but is utterly bored by it. He does NOT have the car bug either, though he needs to get his first car eventually.
  
  
  Sports: He loves Soccer and ALWAYS has a soccer ball either with him or in his locker. He also loves swimming (not as a sport) and rock climbing. He’s a natural at football and has played, but has no real passion for the sport. He HATES baseball - even though he is great at it. While he has played some of the other sports, soccer is the only one he can be easily tempted to play. He’s also done gymnastics (preferring Rings and Horse), though not for long thanks to gang violence interrupting his efforts.
  
  
  Psychological Therapy
  
  
  Self Defense or not, Duncan killed people. And he saw his mother dead at the hands of the same gang. And he suffered abuse at the hands of his stepfather. That's a lot for any kid. So he has been forced into mandatory counselling. He worried the shrinks by shrugging and saying there wasn't a whole lot he could have done. And he's alive. He feels no guilt. Why the heck should he? To be honest, by that time he was emotionally numb. His foster parents have worked miracles in getting him to reconnect with people. But he isn't exactly big on hugging. His usual hug is one armed. His foster parents are just happy he is sociable enough to seem well adjusted and can get along with people.
  
  
  Quirks:
  
  
  Workaholic
  
  
  He doesn’t DO social media. No Facebook. No Twitter. No … what are some others?
  
  
  Hates texting. My god. You have a phone in your hand. Use it maybe?
  
  
  Despite multiple awards for computer science, he sucks at all things computer. Oh he can use office software, CAD, math programs. But build a website? BBCodes? Download an App?
  
  
  He and electronics to not mix. He will hire someone else to add memory to a laptop. If he tries it, good luck.
  
  
  Car repairs? Same issues. That’s why they make mechanics.
  
  
  Hates being told he can’t do something (that noone could - permission is another thing altogether). It just makes him want to try. You may as well have dared him.
  
  
  Bluntly honest. His friends know better than to ask him anything if they don’t want honesty. (He does try to be constructive usually. He can manage tact.)
  
  
  Enjoys debating and taking the unpopular side if noone else will. (He once defended slavery in a class where Caucasian was the minority as part of an exercise. He even used his southern accent that was usually absent. He won the debate.)
  
  
  Movies? He’s seen a few. But he’s missed out on a lot when he was younger.
  
  
  Strengths:
  
  
  Likes helping people
  
  
  Natural leader - whether he wants to be or not.
  
  
  Prolific Inventor (primarily chemical synthesis, alternate mathematical approaches to Physics research, nanotech.) This is paying his way through college.
  
  
  Athletic (despite all the injuries)
  
  
  Generous
  
  
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  Hates people. He hates having friends. They are such a royal pain, always needing maintenance and attention. Go away!
  
  
  OCD (not extremely so. He’s not Sheldon from TBBT. But his books are arranged on his shelves by subject, alphabetized. When he buys groceries he organizes everything in neat rows and in set number - like 4 of everything. If bored he’ll start organizing everyone else’s stuff.)
  
  
  Can’t sit still for long.
  
  
  Remembering things he’s told. Photographic memory has nothing to do with ears.
  
  
  Generous to a fault ...
  
  
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  Science and Technology
  
  
  Science Fiction
  
  
  Soccer
  
  
  Looking for new things to like
  
  
  Food (international, new, etc)
  
  
  Cooking (His mother taught him a little so he wouldn’t starve to death.)
  
  
  Teaching, tutoring, etc. Few things give him more pleasure than seeing the light come on in someone’s eyes when they finally understand a new concept.
  
  
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  Bullies
  
  
  Gangs, drugs, alcohol
  
  
  Can't stand the smell of alcohol or marijuana
  
  
  Can't stand cigarette smoke
  
  
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  Demophobia (fear of crowds. He can speak to an audience. He can teach. He can play for a band. But through him into the middle of a dance floor and he will be on the verge of a panic attack. He will hover on the edge of the room.)
  
  
  Arachnophobia (yes, if a tarantula dropped on his arm he will scream like a little girl)
  
  
  He is otherwise fearless.
  
  
  Other stuff
  
  
  Photographic memory (not eidetic)
  
  
  Speed Reading
  
  
  Foreign Languages - Turkish, German, Russian. Also knows Cherokee and a little Italian.
  
  
  Desert and Mountain survival, basic
  
  
  Stone Age skills (fire starting, making adobe)
  
  
  Boy Scouting skills
  
  
  Sling
  
  
  MMA (mixed martial arts, mixed because of moving around)
  
  
  
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  (Originally written for a Think Tank type RP)
  
  
  Duncan wasn’t really much of a model rocketry nut. If anything he was just dabbling for the sake of testing a new rocket fuel. It wasn’t as though he could walk into Kirtland AFB and ask if he could buy a missile. He had had to improvise a bit. His rocket had been created from a spent helium tank - a large one. Once built the rocket had weighed some 200 pounds. (He had purposely made the rocket heavier.) The rocket had the basic streamlined shape. All he added to the exterior were fins and external rifling for guidance, and a payload - for a little drama.
  
  
  The rocket fuel he had created was essentially a modified boron-based binary explosive - a trinary non-explosive as he had dubbed it. What was the difference between rocket fuel and an explosive? Not much. What made an explosive an explosive? Well put in layman’s terms, an explosion was a chemical reaction that made lots of gas really fast with high energy. It did this by creating lots of molecules of products that were gases of low molecular weight. So how was a rocket fuel different? Simple. It did the same thing - but slower, at a rate that could be controlled.
  
  
  This is what Duncan had done. He had taken a binary explosive and added a tertiary ingredient to slow the reaction down, while creating a great deal more gas and energy. The third ingredient in the mix was a sort of anti-catalyst. The increased production of gas and energy extended the life of the fuel and increased thrust. The problem was that even the trinary compound wasn’t especially stable. But then LOX wasn’t either … right?
  
  
  The biggest problem he had run into was getting enough raw materials to make his fuel. They were on a terrorism Watch List which prevented him from ordering large quantities. So he had sort of circumvented the Law by getting his fellow researchers to order small quantities for him. The resulting quantity - all shipped to one address - was enough to create a red flag at DHS.
  
  
  Now the launch was something he couldn’t just do alone. After all, his friends had helped. So he made a spectacle out of it - just like a NASA launch. One person he had had to invite was Emma, a friend he had made while undergoing recovery from grievous wounds received from gang related violence. He had never admitted why his time at the hospital had been so extended. He had been undergoing therapy - but physical …. and mental. Emma suffered from some sort of affliction that made her tired all the time. Duncan did his best to get her out of the hospital to enjoy life with activities ranging from star gazing to fossil hunting …. to a rocket launch.
  
  
  The other person he was semi-desperate to invite was Tabitha. He thought she was the cutest thing among his friends, but had yet to be able to talk about anything short of “nice plants” at first. Then it struck him that he had the perfect way to break the ice. That had been Audrey, his pet Venus Fly Trap. Well, technically it was named Audrey the 10th. She was the 10th because the 3rd thru 9th had all died. He was desperate to keep it from happening again. He had tried to get them to eat raw hamburger but it wasn’t working. And was impossible to run around catching flies. His ‘terrarium’ - one of those tiny store bought temporary transfer ones - was kept at temperatures that were way too cold. So he had asked if she could help out.
  
  
  Of course, the whole Think Tank was invited. Emma and Tabitha were simply his preferred guests. For the sake of safety he had had pallets of bricks to be used to restore part of the exterior of the warehouse in a row like a bunker wall which he now used as a blast shield from the launch - just in case. Everyone was issued safety goggles. It was a little funny to see some of his friends try to put on a second pair after forgetting they already had a pair on their foreheads. He made an sort of picnic of the event, seeking help with a barbeque. It was his way of getting his friends out of their labs and talking to each other - an icebreaker of sorts. It was just really odd that it was him coming up with such a plan. He wasn’t exactly a social person. In high school he was the kid who avoided school spirit events, dances, and the like.
  
  
  Once the picnic was well under way he finally called people over to watch the launch - reminding them about safety - goggles and cover. It was a perfect day for a launch. He’d check weather and winds aloft. A high pressure system had moved in, keeping wind to a minimum on the ground. The countdown was kept short - and even recorded for the sake of history (and evidence). He kept his speech about as simple as he could, avoiding most of the tech talk. He was really good at that when he wasn’t trying to impress someone with big words. And let’s face it, nearly everyone here was smart enough that they wouldn’t be impressed, merely bored if the subject wasn’t up their alley.
  
  
  The launch went off perfectly. Flight time was a bit of a problem though. He had underestimated the thrust to mass ratio. And he had forgotten to account for the mass being reduced as fuel was consumed - though the latter was a minor issue. The rocket took off with an acceleration of some 20 g’s … the entire flight lasting 1.75 seconds … with the rocket breaking the sound barrier and detonating … at an altitude of about 300 meters.
  
  
  It took a little while for the payload to return to Earth - a scorched toy Captain Kirk.
  
  
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Phineas Downard @SimplyMusicality


Leader of OOO. That pretty much says it all. The guy likes comics. That’s a plus. The guy knows movies. Also a plus. Maybe some of the guy’s easy going attitude will rub off and get me to live life a little. If nothing else, he likes the spirit of OOO. Anyone who’d create such a group - in writing - and make it official - is worth getting to know.


Kieran Lucian Maddox @SimplyMusicality


Interesting girl. Plays the piano. I play keyboard. Pretty much the same thing … right? Wait … she is a girl … right? Oh crap. Not so sure. Double crap. (Shrug ..) Oh well. She .. He … Damnit, which pronoun should I use? Plays great though. Gotta figure how not to offend. Hell, if I ask THAT might offend. And people say THEY are confused. I’m confused. Crap. Oh wait, I got it. I can just do that thing that always annoyed My Holland. (His name wasn't really Mr Holland …) I can just play the same classic music … on an electric guitar. That ought to be interesting. And everyone always thought I was crazy for doing that, that I was just wasting my time. Here I have the perfect reason for all that effort.


Lilian Yvette Brooks @NessieAlways


Cute chick. But a future shrink. Yuck by default. Raise defenses. Last thing we want is another shrink trying to get us to talk about mommy and daddy. Oh yay! I better hide the foam hammer. She might actually know what that’s for. Fixing slow laptops!


Rebekah Quincy Donovan @NessieAlways


Cute. Sigh … Communications major conjures up the notion of a girl that talks .. and talks … and talks … And she had a rat on steroids for a pet. Yay. Not that I should talk. When I was 4 I had a Chick-A-Whoyah named Bambi. Only pet I ever had, come to think of it. Do Venus Fly Traps count? Dead tadpoles? Dead turtles? Dead tarantulas, black widows, widowmakers? Oh wait. Sally the Salamander survived. And there was the horned toad. Where was I? Oh yeah. Girl. Haven’t really got her figured out.


Alex Johnson @RubyRose


Crap. Totally cute. Uhm … And she’s cute too. Oh wait, I said that already. She’s too old for me, but give it a decade and … well, it won’t be quite as bad. Do you suppose she’d wait? (Sigh) Probably not. And she’s smart too. Math major. At least she better be a girl. God help me if I am wrong. Wonder if she would be interested in doing some mathematical analysis of music?


Veronica Terri Wings @RubyRose


Great … another future shrink. Danger Will Robinson! My complete and utter opposite. Only thing going for her are the drums. That’s kinda cool. And what’s with all the purple? Well … it does seem to suit her. Wouldn’t catch me dead looking like that.


Xavier Ford @Xeyran


Trouble on two legs. If he so much as looks at me wrong, so help me. Well, I have never started a fight; but I have never lost one either. What is it with gangs and friggin’ tattooes? Do they really think they make them look tougher? Keep it together Duncan. He’s in OOO and college. Give him the benefit of the doubt. If Finn trusted the guy … who knows what that means. Maybe the tats are a phase.


Evan Bentley @MidnightAnew


Hard to figure this one out. Practically a drone. Not really sure why he is in OOO. Hmm, maybe same sort of reason I am? Or maybe he feels like he doesn’t fit in anywhere else, but wants to fit in somewhere. Good enough reason.


Isabella Alderman @MidnightAnew


Okay … welcome to Planet Earth. Art majors. Don’t judge. Don’t judge. If you research IQ, some of the smartest people in history were artists. (Looks at Izzy). But the reverse does NOT hold true. She smokes. Yuck. And that random dancing. What is up with that? Like I said, welcome to Planet Earth. (Paints on a smile… Be nice Duncan.) Let’s just hope she doesn’t ask me to be an art critic.


Edena "Eddie" Jones @CheshireKittenWill


The token drama queen! Okay … Drama major. We’ll cross paths in classes, especially if anyone wants to do a musical. Cancer will be a subject that will connect these two. Duncan’s foster mother wouldn’t approve as she doesn’t like Duncan involved with anything negative.