Realistic or Modern 𝙊𝙝 𝙈𝙮 𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙢 (𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴)

[Kei]

Oh My Sweetham

Oh My Sweetham is a daily morning broadcast that offers a refreshing view on the day ahead. Providing the most up-to-date news, traffic, and weather alongside interesting stories, lifestyle trends, and community events; the news crew’s professional and quirky cast is sure to put a pep in your step. Why don’t we meet them?

Character Sheets

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[Kei]

• I. VALERIE
• II. MOHAN
• III. ASHER
• IV. KENDRA
• V. YAZU

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  VALERIE EVANS

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  26 YRS. OLD

  
  

  FEMALE

  
  

  BISEXUAL

  
  

  NEWS ANCHOR

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Personality

  
  

  

  
  Val is one of those people who’s presence you feel when she walks in the room. It’s not exactly a loud nor lively energy, but there’s just an air of importance that surrounds her. Perhaps, it’s best compared to meeting a modern day royalty. Exuding class and elegance from her gentle mannerisms to her appearance, there doesn’t seem to be a day where she doesn’t look less than perfect. Not a hair out of place, not a crease on her buttoned blouse, not a stain in her belongings.
  
  

  "Little do they know..."​

  
  
  Armed with a pristine smile and a low, alluring voice, she often mesmerizes the people she encounters. A natural story-teller, she’s able to speak eloquently and expand on the truth with it becoming too droll. Her confident tone suggests that she thinks she's far more clever than people give her credit for. While most people mince words and curtail their true opinions to placate others, she cuts right to the heart of it. While remaining composed, she could speak upon the harsh truths that people may not want to hear. Of course, this brings in a ton of critics and resentment, but she really couldn't care less.
  
  

  "The truth burns, it scorches, but it's addictive."​

  
  
  Although her intrinsic charm and magnetism is why there’s always a flurry of people around her, there's something hidden that's quite hard to pin down on her. No person was made perfect so what exactly is her "deal". Plenty of speculations have circulated, but none ever came up with concrete evidence. Was she secretly married? Did she pay off the network to get the anchor position? How the heck do her loose waves stay on for a whole day? Was she a robot? Those who are observant enough to watch her can tell there's a glint of subtle mischief to those seemingly innocent angel eyes. Her playful voice, reserved only for those who she seems worth interacting with, only feeds on the mystery of her life. Sooner or later do they realize that she seems to know way more about them than they do about her.
  
  

  "Why don't we have a little fun?"​

  
  

  
  
  
  

  History

  
  Val, born the only child of a foreign diplomat and a real estate magnate, was always expected to succeed. From the moment she was born, her schedule and future career was already pre-made for her. She was either to become the heir of her mother’s real estate empire or to proceed into public affairs and politics as per her father’s footsteps.
  
  As a young child, she was obedient and pliant to her parent’s instruction. She attended a finishing school on top of her classes at Goldridge Academy alongside ballet, piano, classic literature, and foreign policies. To this day, she marvels at the fact that she didn’t collapse from all that pressure. She really did have her handmaid to thank for it. If it wasn’t for Odesa, she would have quit much sooner.
  
  It wasn’t until after Odesa’s passing in her college years that Val finally began to show cracks under her armour. Enrolled as a dual major for business and political science, she found herself less and less able to cope with the fact that her life, as it was, was not hers. She had no interest in business nor politics. Those aspirations were sown into her from the earliest moment she could recall.
  
  Choosing to surprise her parents by switching majors half-way through her freshman year, she began to pursue media studies as a way to get close to the only person who considered her well-being growing up. Odesa would always tell her bedtime stories as a way to remember the news. “Being knowledgeable in current affairs,” as her father put it, “was far more valuable than mindless cartoons.”
  
  It truly wasn't a popular decision in her home. Several times her own father had her "kidnapped" out of desperation as she wouldn't return their calls. Behind closed doors, there were heated arguments and harsh critiques about her indolence and lack of gratitude for the things that her parents had sacrificed for her. No one knew of the tears she'd cried the night before. Not when she had a flawless smile plastered on her face. Everyone noticed the little things about her. Her hair, her nails, her expensive outfit and purse. How can such an individual suffer when they were basically fed with a silver spoon? Given everything they wanted on a whim?
  
  The moment she moved out was the the moment she emancipated herself from their judgemental gazes. Although it was truly a relief, her parents refuse to acknowledge her existence any longer. As far as they were concerned, they had no child. Their efforts redirected to finding the next suitable candidate to further the respective careers.
  
  It had never rang so clear for her that she was a mere tool. A child of a loveless marriage. A business partnership disguised as a perfect familial unit. It was the very same reason that neither her parents really took to each other's affection for too long. The explanations for the strangers that snuck out the door when they thought she was asleep. The deeply rooted perturbation that there was something inherently wrong with them. Something wrong with her.
  
  Building upon her own quiet oasis somewhere in Pinevalley, she didn't wallow for too long. There were too many things to do, sights to see, and people to speak with instead of regretting all of the time she's lost. Upon graduation, she applied for the anchor position right out of the gate. She knew this was it. The solitary goal that she absolutely had to attain. Not only for herself, but for Odessa too. It was a bold move since she had big shoes to fill and an audience already endeared to her predecessor. But with tenacity and grace, she managed to land herself in front of the set she used to watch. Hell be damned if she was going to let the little naysers push her off her path.
  
  

  It's her world now babe. You’re either in or you’re out.​

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Voice

  
  

  Cheryl Texiera as "Kafka" from Honkai Star Rail​

  
  
  
  
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  MOHAN CHAUDHURI

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  30 YRS. OLD

  
  

  MALE

  
  

  HOMOSEXUAL

  
  

  REPORTER - INTERESTING STORIES

  
  

  
  
  
  

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  If you find the scent of freshly baked goodies at the studios outside the craft table, you might be smelling Mo. Quite genteel and always polite, Mo often brings along his freshly baked experiments from home for all to enjoy. He’s enjoys seeing people’s reactions when they bite into his pastries. Regardless of whether they scarf it down quick or savour the flavour before taking another one, there’s a sense of fulfillment and satisfaction that he’s made something good. He’d always been a people pleaser after all. He wanted to make himself useful and never said no to the chance of helping another person in need. Perhaps, on a very subconscious level, it’s just in his nature to seek that validity from his peers. The type of support he didn’t quite get growing up.
  
  Greeting everyone with a warm smile and a quiet sense of calm, he’s often deemed the best advice giver amongst his group of friends. Because he actually listened to you and didn’t interrupt with unwanted advice, if there something burdening you, Mo’s the best unqualified therapist friend you can find. Despite being there for everyone else, Mo actually struggles with his own sense of self and boundaries. He’s never received the gift of imperfection gracefully, choosing to fight against the current, and work himself to exhaustion due to that innate, nagging perfectionism. He’s been one to ask his camera operator to redo a bit until he was satisfied. Because it comes from a place of wanting to make it the best for everyone and not a weird egotistical display of narcissism, most of his co-workers often don’t mind his request. Outside of work, he does have a harder time articulating what he desires.
  
  You see, being the first born came with a lot of power. You get to be the boss. The one in charge and in command. But as the saying goes, it also goes with a lot of responsibilities. And Mo is a lot more familiar with the second half than the first. Putting his younger siblings needs before his own, he’s never had that time nor that breathing room to actually think about what he wants. In fact, that whole hobby of baking came from the fact that his little sister wanted a unicorn birthday cake and when they were none, he took it upon himself to make it just for her. That’s the type of man he is. He’d rather freeze to death and give you the shirt of his back than be haunted by a guilty conscience knowing he could’ve done something. He simply wouldn't permit himself to do that even if it could lead to his downfall. He's been scammed, treated poorly, and even bullied for being "the nice guy". However, he hasn't allowed it to harden his heart. What he continues to work on everyday is that balance.
  
  

  Self-love and boundaries isn't selfish.​

  
  

  
  
  
  

  History

  Mo was born to loving parents Kalyani and Govinder Chaudhuri. While Kali and Govi had their initial hesitations about being too young to have children, both being 22 at the time, it quickly became apparent that Mo was their perfect little angel. Mostly asleep during the day with a bit of tossing and turning at night, the couple weren't too overly tired to enjoy spending time with their son. There were plenty of videos, pictures, and other memorabilia that were stacked away in an old photo album of Mo that just showed how much his parents cared for him. Although, those moments of peace and quiet didn't last when they had two little ones instead of just him.
  
  A year after and her younger sister, Anisha, was born. Two years after that, fraternal triplets, Divit, Lakshmi, and Indira. Within the following three years again, the couple were blessed with their youngest, Saihaj. With five younger siblings in tow, it was necessary for Mo to adapt to the role of parent number three. Kali and Govi only had so many hands when they weren't tending to the triplets or feeding the infant. Although Mo didn't necessarily like strong-arming the younger ones, the rules had to be laid down, especially in a house so packed as theirs. Chaos could strike at any minute. A vase knocked out of place. Cupboard full of cleaning supplies opened. Tiny fingers poked in at the nearest electrical outlet. Sooner than later, Kali and Govi found themselves outgrowing their two bedroom condo in Lakeside and moving their six children into a three bedroom home in Oakheart. The boys - Mo, Divit, and Sai - shared one room. The girls - Anisha, Lakshmi, and Indi - took the other. Their parents lodged in the last remaining room taking what little rest they could get when the kids weren't up and running around.
  
  Dubbed the "Golden Boy" for pretty much most of his upbringing, Mo did the best he can to set an example for his younger siblings. He did his best in school, followed his parents instruction to a tee, and even made sure his siblings got to their designated extracurriculars after school. Everything was going pretty well until he had his first dance. Dressed in his father's old fancy suit and tie, he was nervous and excited to take his best girl friend, Marissa, out for their junior prom. With a hand at her waist and a flutter in his stomach, he decided to go for it once a slow song came on the speakers of Oakheart High. All this time, he convinced himself that he was going to marry this girl. That he felt nothing when he would linger a tiny bit longer staring at his muscular peers in the dressing room. She was his future. Not that dumb jock who just happened to have a killer smile and chiselled abs. Stupid Russell. He felt nothing for him. Nothing at all.
  
  When his moment came, he sealed his lips with hers and expected to feel fireworks. But everything felt wrong, the whole thing fell short. He wasn't magically cured from what he felt when he locked eyes with Russell. His internal world collapsed when she smiled through her lashes asking for more. Being the gentleman he was, he kissed her forehead instead, promising to indulge her later on. However, that moment never happened as when he excused himself to get them some punch, he simply walked out the door. Tears brimming in his eyes when he realized what he was. How never chose to be like this. How he felt wrong and confused. But most of all, scared. Raised in a family and culture where being gay was taboo and looked down upon, how could he even begin to bring up this topic to his family? For the first time in a long while, he felt alone and isolated.
  
  

  TW: Internalized homophobia (Please skip the paragraph in spoilers if this is a sensitive topic.)​

  
  

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  The aftermath was the worst year of his life. Mo slowly but surely began to distance himself from Marissa. He had to let her down easy, making her think that he was the villain of it all. That he deserved it. That he was the one who led her on. That all of this was his fault. Under strict confidentiality, he sought the help of their guidance counselor, hoping that they would point him in the right direction. He wasn't sure what these feelings were, only that he wasn't comfortable in them. That he had these intense feelings of self-loathing. He felt only broken. Depressed. Burdened by the conflict of who he was and who his parents expected him to be. Rivers flowed from his eyes when he discussed with the older gentleman sitting across from him. This was the only place he felt safe enough to grieve for himself. For what he thinks he's lost - his friends, his first love, but most of all, his family. Taking in the whole thing, his guidance counselor asked the shaking boy for permission before he gave him a much needed hug. It turns out, he wasn't alone after all. Mr. Grady was the same as he was.

  
  Trusting that he could confide in the only person who could help him, little by little, the guidance counselor took the steps to repair Mo's confidence and sense of self. The words didn't quite sink in right away, but the teen aged boy started to heal and believe that there was nothing wrong with the way he was with each visit. It truly helped him find peace within himself. Before college, he decided to tell his parents the secret he's held in for so long. Despite his sobbing mother who didn't know how to take the news, his father remained silent, a quiet and grave look of disappointment in his face when Mo spoke his truth. Although by the end of the week, his mother had come to accept him. She was always the more empathetic one between the two. His father's stone cold demeanor and silent treatment didn't come to an end until the end of the summer. Just as Mo had been reflecting on himself, his father, Govi, needed time to process things as well. His dad was raised in an environment where being queer wasn't only prohibited, but also punishable by death. The fact that he was terrified to send his son out there in the world where people could harm him was an understatement.
  
  

  "I love you, son. All that you are. I'm sorry that it took all this time to say it... When you told your mother and I, we were both confused. And I was angry... Angry at myself for not being a good male role-model enough... But I just didn't understand. This world, the one we live in, has changed so much from the place I was born. More than anything, I wanted to keep you safe. Away from anyone that might hurt you... I thought this might have been a phase, that perhaps, you'd grow out of it. But how foolish I was. Too stupid to see how much I was pushing you away and instead of giving you what you needed, a loving father."​

  
  By then they were both too charged up with emotions, that all Govi could do was swing his arm around his boy and hold him tight. How he longed for the days when Mo was just a child. He missed the days when he clung to his feet trying to stop him from going to work. Or those times when his boy ran to him at the door as soon as he came home. Instead, he came face to face with the most incredible young man he'd raised. Mo was strong in many ways Govi couldn't articulate. He took the best qualities of his wife and himself. He took on Kali's gentleness and patience while he could see himself through Mo's hard work and perseverance. His son hadn't once been selfish or jealous toward his siblings victories. Mo celebrated the people he met. Throughout these 18 years, he'd been nothing short of a blessing and he needed him to know that.
  
  After that heartfelt goodbye on the university drop-off area, Mo's life had pretty much gotten on track. He graduated with a degree in journalism. He pursued a career at SWBN as a writer before coming to the screen for little morning bits that would sure to put a smile on people's faces. He was proud of his quirky segments. You know, those ones that are silly and bizarre and wonderful. His message was clear, there was always a silver lining with every storm cloud. That no matter how hard things get, there was delight to be had in the small moments in life. Just as he had gone through the worst of what his life had to offer, others could overcome it too. At the end of the day, he couldn't help but remember those parting words his father told him that day. It always inspired him to reach out and tell the stories of people's voices that have yet to be heard.
  
  

  "I'm proud of you, Mo. Your mother and I couldn't have imagined how we'd have a boy like you. Wise, kind, and full of love. You inspire me to be better, son. So don't change for anyone. Not for them. Not for us.
  Not for nobody, but yourself."​

  
  

  
  
  
  

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  This handsome man and his talent for chocolate sculpting. So yummy either way you slice it!
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  ASHER O’REILLY

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  25 YRS. OLD

  
  

  MALE

  
  

  HETEROSEXUAL

  
  

  PRODUCTION - CAMERA MAN (SPORTS)

  
  

  
  
  
  

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  "Are you ready for the best damn ride of your life?"​

  
  Ash was full of fun sayings like those. You really couldn't quite tell if he meant it literally or more suggestively. Effortless in the way he could have you wrapped around his fingers. You wouldn't even know that it happened until you find yourself wishing he'd keep you company more often. The f*ckboi energy was so strong with this one that he could be doing the most mundane thing and it would be misinterpreted as flirting. But the truth was, he was just generally being friendly. Perhaps, it was the combination of easy-going extroversion and natural charisma that lead people to perceive him in this light. Although sometimes, having a small gaggle of girls giggling like high schoolers at a party would give one confirmation to their first impression, there was more to this guy than meets the eye.
  
  

  "Can you feel that? We're just getting started, babe."​

  
  While he was a tour-de-force at clubs and night life, if you'd met him in the morning, you wouldn't believe how disciplined he could be. He might piss the evening away chugging at pints of beer, but the following day, he'd be eating a salad or doing a 5k just to offset what damage he'd caused previously. He's very self-conscious about his body and appearance. He takes care of himself from food and exercise to skin-care, all of it is regimented. Not only that, but Ash has never ever been late. He'd already be sitting down in meeting rooms for presentations he needed to attend directly after the presenter had arrived. You might think it's weird how much effort he's put into being punctual, but the thing you need to know is, it's been engraved in his training as a athlete. If you didn't show up to practice, coach would have you benched. If you showed up late, you'd be running laps and doing sit ups until you were sore. Or worse, he'd make the whole team run just because of your screw up and then, your boys will the ones exacting your punishment by crushing you down at practice. No one wants that. Trust him.
  
  

  "You better hold on! HAHAHA!"​

  
  Outside of doing the adrenaline pumping hobbies like rock climbing or motocross, Ash was shackled to sports through and through. He grew up playing little league, soccer, and rugby just to transmute all his amped energy at home. He had such a great sense of accomplishment and relished the camaraderie that came with sports. However, like all good things, there was a flip side to his athletic endeavors. His own pride wouldn't let him live down a loss. He takes no Ls, hun. Never challenge Ash into a competition unless you mean it seriously because he's in love with feeling of pressure and wakes up with the intention to face his opposition. Honestly, that's where his mean streak and serious side lives. It's not that he's a hot head raging to get into a fight, he's just easily sparked. Quick tempered, if you will. It's a weakness. He's aware that people can take advantage of the fact that he's easy to provoke. But in the back of his mind, it's a game to be won no matter what. He might go easy on you if he knows you well enough. But strangers, oh no no. If you think he's bad. You should look at the other guy.
  
  

  Because he can be such a sore winner sometimes.​

  
  
  

  History

  Ash's mom must've been a drill sergeant in her previous life to have enough strength to keep him and his three brothers inline growing up. Declan, Jamie, Asher, and Tom basically would've turned the whole house upside down if they weren't scared of her booming voice and aggressive smacking. There was no one safe when their mother was laying down punishments. If they weren't being asked to clean up their messes, their brains would go numb from being locked in their rooms without toys or tv, or worse, their asses would be sore from being hit by a wooden spoon. Everyone knew that their mom was the one holding the reigns when their father left home for work. So it became quickly apparent to her that these boys needed activities to keep their idle thoughts from producing more chaos.
  
  Declan and Tom were the easiest to figure out. Growing a hobby out of wrestling and pinning his siblings to the ground, Dec was a shoo in for joining the wrestling team after school. Tom, on the other hand, was way too busy drawing on the walls of the house as his brothers ran around. Holly (their mom) knew that the youngest was meant for more quiet things like drawing or painting. It was the combined disaster of Jamie and Asher that made it extremely difficult for her to separate. Dec, being a good 6 years older than the boys, he wanted his own independence from the little hooligans. Tom, being 5 years younger, wasn't old enough to really comprehend the complexity of the duo's pranks. When the two weren't switching shampoo for Elmer's glue or duck taping Tom's hands to the wall, they were playing catch around the house, knocking down mirrors and family portraits. Being such a magnet for accidents, these boys weren't meant to be together for too long. While Jaime spoke up about his interest in biking and skateboarding, Ash was in limbo. He didn't really know what to do outside of wanting to do the same thing as his older brother (by a year).
  
  To test the waters, Holly took the boy to little league just as most kids his age had. It was entirely a fluke that the hobby stuck. Ash was excited to put on his little helmet and take a bat to swing at the ball propped on the batting tee for children. With time, Jamie and Ash mellowed down into their separate hobbies, but it didn't stop them from occasionally testing their limits with their mom. Sometimes, it was Jamie who would leave his skateboard on the entrance making it easy for people coming in to fumble down. Other times, it was Ash with his baseballs scattered across the floor. The one thing that anyone could say about these boys were that life was interesting with them around. Quiet days were few. Bickering was plenty. But the way they stick up together was the most endearing thing any mother could hope for.
  
  Things proceeded like that until it was time for Dec to leave for college, every single one of his brothers were heartbroken in their own way. Despite having bullied them for some time, they were quite sad to lose their leader, their protector. Jamie, shifting his focus from skating to the drums, gave his older brother a pair of his old drumsticks for luck. Ash gave him the baseball he first hit a home-run on. And sweet Tom gave Dec a poem he wrote about how he was the bestest older brother ever. It was bittersweet to see their brother off, but their Dad had planned something to console their spirits. Being touched by their gesture, all the boys took a trip down to the tracks to catch local race car drivers do their thing while their mom relaxed at a hotel spa, pampering herself for a job well done.
  
  The racing scene in Sweetham wasn't quite as popular as their city's sports league, but boy were the fans some of the most passionate ones out there. Everyone was cheering and screaming with banners and wearing their driver's colours. It was truly the first time Ash had been exposed to such a thing outside baseball. Never mind the fact that there was one racer, Cam Trousseau, who's been capturing his attention, not only 'cause she's a pretty badass driver. She was beautiful to boot. Those were the days when Ash would kick himself for being the awkward boy asking for autographs. He wasn't the charming man he was just yet. Puberty had only set in, being a bit of a late bloomer, and he wasn't the tall, muscular beast he was now. He's just a slim kid in a black hoodie with the poster of the event he'd bought at the concession stand. Being at the races really opened his eyes to a new set of hobbies outside the ones he participated in at school.
  
  Ash began to seek out more "reckless accidents waiting to happen" as his mother would put it. He learned about dirt bikes and motocross. He sought out rock climbing clubs. Heck, he was even regularly competing in one of those parkour gyms with foam pits to fall on after climbing 14 ft tall walls. With his interest scattered, he'd lost a lot of focus on the games he was supposed to compete in for school. He hadn't been coming to practice as much. Just let himself enjoy the time he had and it was really reaching a point of concern for his coaches.
  
  

  "Listen, son. I don't mean to piss in yer bucket, but you're gonna lose any interest of the big-time scouts when yer playing this game like it don't mean shit to ya."​

  
  Those words stung. To have his coach lay it out so bluntly made it ten times worse as he already knew that he was slacking. If he were to really give himself a long hard truth, he knew that the distractions weren’t really why he wasn’t giving it his all. He was doing all those other activities because he was scared of making the wrong choice. Just like when he was younger, these things never came to him naturally. Hell, his mother chose to put him in little league when he couldn’t answer what he wanted to do. At least back then, he could always attribute the decisions to her, but now, he was old enough to make his own decisions and the confidence he wore so well was starting to come off. He swallowed the lump in his throat and decided to do the damn thing.
  
  

  ”I’ll do better, coach.”​

  
  That was it. That night, he got back on the horse. He ran his ass off until he wanted to throw up. Get these fucking nerves out of the way. It was only the rest of his life that he was dealing with after all. College scouts only come around once a season. He wasn’t ever going to get another chance to impress them before he graduates. In the morning, he woke up early and took the long way to school. Just like last night, it was all part of his process to clear his head. Clean his mind. He was eerily serious that day at school because it was the big day. When they played on his own turf tonight, he wanted to be ready. He warmed up away from the squad. Everyone knew that when he was in silent mode, he was working something out on his own. It’s like when no one talks to the pitcher when they had a no-hitter, they knew this was a big one for him and they weren’t going to mess that up for their friend.
  
  When the time came to start, he tossed the rosin bag around his hands before gripping the ball with two-seams. He wound up and threw as fast as he could. Strike. He changed it up again, signalling to the catcher he wanted to throw a curve. Strike Two. Finally, this one he wanted straight down the middle. Strike Three. Getting his first out brought a little smirk on his face. It would’ve been imperceptible to anyone but himself as steeled his expression once more. He needed to continue to be focused and connected to the game. He eyes glinted in fury towards the next batter that stepped up to the plate. It wasn’t anything personal, but when he found his groove and he was deep in the competition, absolute no one was going to stand in his way.
  
  It was three up and three down. Strike after strike after strike. He knew that if his coach could speak, he’s be so proud of him. It was the top of the sixth inning when fatigue truly started to set in. He tried his best to keep himself from being sloppy, but with a 3-2 count, he may very well lose his no hitter. He wound up as he would normally, aiming his pitch down to the top right. He was going to have the batter chase. But as soon as the ball flew from his hands, something felt wrong. His muscles tensed before they spasmed and he groaned in pain. What the fuck?! Before he knew it, everyone from the infield came up to him with their coach. He couldn’t move his right arm. His pitching arm. So they asked him to leave the game regardless of how much he protested. But it was worse than he could’ve imagined.
  
  Seeing him holding his arm up in the ER made his mom wanted to simultaneously smack his head and gave him a hug. They ran some x-rays of his shoulder and arm to see if it was a strain, sprain, or a fracture. It turns out. It was a torn rotator cuff. With him skipping those practices and suddenly overworking on the day of the game, his arm gave. The good news was, he could possibly recover with surgery. The bad news, he was out for the season. You see, it takes about six weeks to heal initially to the bone, three months to form a relatively strong attachment to the bone, and about six to nine months before the tendon is completely healed to the bone. By the time the doctor explained everything, he wasn’t listening anymore. His heart shattered into a thousand different pieces and he broke down to his mom when the doctor left the room.
  
  Even with physical therapy all through out the rest of his senior year, Ash never recovered from that injury. No one was interested in an injured player so no one sought him out for a scholarship. When he did try out for varsity, he was easily cut and out pitched by the young ones that could do the same thing that he used to do. College was a dark time for him in a sense that he just partied and never truly cared about what happens to him next. He developed a taste for drinks and girls. He sought the shallow things that would temporarily put a bandaid on his wounded ego. He shed that shyness for bravado as if to point a middle finger to his injury to say it hasn’t completely ruined his life. During his freshman year, he floundered around being an undecided major not having a true direction.
  
  It was a guest speaker in his media class that really lit a fire up his ass. It was one Mr. Ted Johnson who used to play for the Big Leagues before Ash was even born. His dad used to talk about his games like they were movies. They were complete nail biters as he’d turn the teams games around when he entered the mound. He was starstruck to say the least. Mr. Johnson, being an older gentlemen, didn’t really know how to work the computers to give his presentation. He was more used to being just interviewed instead of setting up the tech. This presented Ash with a big opportunity that he refused to go by. He volunteered to help the baseball legend set-up and got to meet him up close. By the end of it, the young man offered to help Johnson with all his presentations if he could tell him about the notorious play off games he’s played.
  
  He never really intended to film an interview, but he wanted to capture the moment to show his father and brothers later. To his surprise, Johnson opened up more about his life than he had throughout the rest of their chat. Ash was a natural speaker and he had that charm that just puts people at ease, he supposes. He even posted the video online so that his friends could watch it all as well. To his surprise, it had over a 100k views within the weekend. It was crazy! That was what gave him his first concrete idea in a long time. Maybe he was good for something after all. Sports wasn’t going to be a dead end for him. As an athlete, maybe…
  
  

  But as a sportscaster or videographer, it was just beginning.​

  
  

  
  
  
  

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  "Weep for yourself, my man,
  You'll never be what's in your heart.
  Weep little lion man,
  You're not as brave as you were at the start.
  Rate yourself and rake yourself,
  Take all the courage you have left.
  Wasted on fixing all the problems
  That you made in your head."​

  
  

  
  
  
  
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  KENDRA GARCIA

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  18 YRS. OLD

  
  

  FEMALE

  
  

  HETEROSEXUAL

  
  

  UNI STUDENT, PART-TIME INTERN

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Personality

  
  

  

  
  If there’s something that you had to know about Kenz, it’s that she’s not your average e-girl. Granted she does radiate the “UwU” vibes really well, but she’s just a shy girl trying to branch out to the world. It’s difficult to live normally when your dad was a famous professional wrestler, now turned blockbuster action star and your mom is a retired pop icon. She tries her best to keep her real identity real low-key. Outside that, she is extremely happy to be a virtual streamer. Creativity is rooted in the depths of her soul with inherited passion from her parents. She’s always buzzing with ideas internally, but never had an outlet for it until late. Kenz grew up incredibly sheltered as her parents forbade her and her brothers from accessing social media. Never mind the fact that their access to mainstream TV and internet sites had gone through a rigorous filter as well. She hasn’t even seen the Saw movies yet because her dad thought it would give her nightmares. So really it was a miracle that Kenz even discovered streaming. Despite starting her channel way later compared to her counterparts, she’s so grateful for her platform now.
  
  Online, Kenz comes off easily excitable and extroverted. She’s always hyping up her chat or really pouring her energy into the games that she would play. She tries her best to keep things upbeat even when she would lose to her opponents or die by a lack of skill. It was all about positive vibes and good company. Sometimes, she would even do little singing streams where she would play her covers to chat in exchange for reaching her subscriber goals. One would never assume how introverted she was in real life. If you saw her crossing the street, Kenz would come across as the clumsy and somewhat quirky type of girl who tends to turn away from the limelight. She can be incredibly sweet and bubbly when she trusts you as a friend, but she’s very hesitant to talk about herself due to the rules her parents had set up for them. Being the child of a famous actor and a retired songstress wasn’t all glitz and glamour after all.
  
  While being super duper loyal to her friends, she does tend to become the “baby” quite quickly. It’s not because she chooses to do so. It’s just her own accident prone nature lending itself to the stereotype that she can’t do things on her own. Apologizing to parked cars that she’d bump into the parking lot, getting her wrist sprained trying to open a jar of jam, forgetting the last step on a flight of stairs causing her to tumble over. The poor girl needs a stunt woman to stand in for her normal daily life. And yet, despite all these misfortunes, she’s still standing. There’s an inherent optimism about her peaking through her shyness. A naivety to her own emotions and a trusting innocence could very well lead to more trouble if she doesn’t immediately recognize the dangers ahead. Due to the sheltered way she grew up, she tends to take things up on face value. She hasn’t developed the street smarts or the “bad” people detector that most people do by her age. And since she operates from a child-like state, she gets both excited and flustered to be finally doing grown-up things. She’s more than keen to prove herself, but struggles with the follow through. In fact, if you see her arms jiggling with a both boatload of prop boxes, please help her out. She knows she needs it, but she’s way too anxious to ask.
  

  
  
  
  

  History

  Do you know the Garcia’s? Everyone knows the Garcia’s! Antonio Garcia wasn’t just famous for his flying kick move in his action movies. His lore starts just at the height of the professional wrestling breaching mainstream TV. He was the one with the dazzling smile and the one who did the RKO so that his opponent is stuck in a headlock. He was the people’s people, often playing the “Face” (hero) to Micky Santiago’s “Heel” (villain). Cage matches, Tag team battle royale, Wrestlemania - the guy’s seen it all and lived it all! Being the natural showman he was, he always gave the hardcore fans something to cheer about. But all things considered, one of the best highlights of his life was when he was dating, his now wife, Chantelle Collins. Chantelle was one of the main vocalists in a 90s pop girl group called “Smile Melody”. Her nickname “Clawlins” showed of the fact that she was the rebellious, fierce one. Both Ant and Chantelle were often surrounded by paparazzi during their early years. Sometimes, they’d even throw in some public PDA just to generate more buzz. Nowadays though, the couple would rather recede into the shadows than have their family life on the spread of the next magazine or online tabloid.
  
  Outside his over-the-top action films, Ant was really quite famous for protecting his kids. If you’re paparazzi and you didn’t want a shit brickhouse punching your face or twisting your arm off, you better not be taking pictures of his kids without permission. He’s been known to send people off to the hospital for so much as looking at the children the wrong way. He was aggressive in the way he wanted his kid’s life to be away from the industry. As shady as it was back then, the entertainment business grew to be ten times more volatile than it was with the advancement of technology. Any one public mistake could be posted anywhere and trend internationally in minutes as opposed to those old days of people getting their gossip mostly through printed magazines or the occasional video interview. Sad as he was to admit it, it was even easier to exploit children that had both parents who were famous as the public interest wasn’t just concentrated from one fandom but from two.
  
  From their delivery in the hospital until their 15th birthday, Maximo, Rafael, and Kendra were off-limits to the public eye. Despite being different ages, they were a tight knit set of siblings as they all grew up with the same strict household. Chantelle, putting her family over her career, really spent time molding her children into upstanding global citizens. Instead of spoiling them with luxuries, she made them earn their allowances with chores. Yes, they still had maids and chefs and all that help, but when it came to dinner time, everyone had their set role. Kendra was in charge of setting the table. Their dad was in charge of cleaning and washing the dishes. Maximo and Rafael were in charge of putting them away when they were clean. It was the same rules that applied when they had to clean their house on the weekends. And the same expectations were implied when they visited their grandparents. Their mom truly kept these kids grounded while their father played into the funny and over-protective role.
  
  Due to the private nature of her upbringing, Kenz didn’t really have a large social circle outside her own cousins and family. In fact, she really didn’t consider most of the snooty, rich kids that she was forced to hang out with at school as a friend at all. She wasn’t into popularity games they’d play or the passive-aggressive bullying or any of the activities that involved doing some illegal things like underage drinking. She much preferred spending time on her own, doodling on her book, beating her own high score on fighting games, and composing covers for famous pop songs. Although her brothers were great company, there were days when she felt isolated from their world. She wasn’t so interested in the world of sports or cars or hitting on girls or typical “masculine” activities. To fill in loneliness, she started to watch blogs and online creators, which eventually, led into streamers. So she had this brilliant idea to start a stream on her own. Of course, it took a lot to convince her parents to do such a thing.
  
  Kenz told her dad that her face will never be revealed on camera. That she was using a virtual pink panda to represent her online. She pleaded to her mom that her own voice won’t even be the same as she tuned the voice on stream to be several pitches higher than her natural voice. She even allowed both of them to sit-in and moderate her chat if they wanted to see how the whole thing worked. Understanding that their child was grown and they couldn’t keep her from the real world forever, they gave her this small freedom. Everyday after school, when Kenz finished her school work, she would be holed up in her room making friends from co-op games. It was a very slow climb to popularity. Sometimes she’d stream to ten people, sometimes she’d stream to none. Over time she got to know her regulars and even messaged them off stream saying thanks for their support. And little by little they got to know her too. But nothing hit her as hard as a company email once inviting her to stream as part of their new group before her fall freshman semester.
  
  Throughout the summer, she was going through training. She was improving her set-up. She was shadowing other streamers. She was working really hard to prove that she could do this because she finally felt like she found her people. The ones who understood that sometimes virtual life can be just as fun as real life. She was forming more friends in her community than her fingers could count and that made it all worth it. Although she did have a lot on her plate - balancing her life as a streamer, university student, and media intern - she wouldn’t trade her experience for the world. When people ask her what it was like, she’d often compare it to walking on a tight rope. It was nerve-wrecking, exhilarating, and a lot of fun.
  
  

  But the ability to bring people together, make them smile, and even brighten their day for even a short second, that was the real magic of being a streamer!​

  
  
  

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  YAZU NAKAMOTO

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  28 YRS. OLD

  
  

  MALE

  
  

  GREY-ASEXUAL

  
  

  SECURITY GUARD

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Personality

  
  

  

  
  To his core Yazu is a very simple farm boy. He wakes up at 3am and goes on his morning jog and work-out. He loves animals. He has a tiny garden in his apartment at Stoneport. He enjoys shucking ears of corn. There's just something so satisfying about peeling it back. Ahh! He prefers to live his life as uncomplicated as possible. While routine is truly mind-numbing for some, he doesn't mind it one bit. It’s not that he’s averse to change. He just likes not having to think about it. He enjoys the sensation of things. He’s very tactile. He'd rather get out there and do things than sit down and make plans inside. It's just his nature. He's got that gung-ho, can-do attitude from his grand pappy!
  
  Often times, it’s his serious look that catch people off guard. The one of pure stoic intimidation. Yes, he’s a security guard. Yes, he’s got muscles underneath that suit. Yes, he can probably rip your arm in half faster than you can yell “Tap Out!” He knows he’s technically obligated to “pay attention”. But underneath those black sunglasses, earpiece, and austere expression, he’s probably just counting sheep in his head. He’s looking outside and wondering when he can visit the beach and just relax. However, as soon as his “spidey” sense tingles and there’s something wrong, one second is all it takes. Here’s your complimentary can of whoop-ass ready for pick-up! No charge! If that doesn’t do the trick, then, he can always go into his holster.
  
  Now you may ask youself, how the heck does this space-case of a man know how to shoot a gun? How does he know how to do a 360, no scope and still hit the mark? That’s easy! Have you ever seen coyotes in the woods? Drank your coffee only to see wild eagles trying to carry off your precious Hazel (favourite hen) from the window? If you have, then, you know you gotta act fast because that chicken didn’t just cross the road. It broke out of the damn coop and learned to fly! Well… not really, but riding shotgun on Eagle Beak Airlines is basically the same thing!
  
  But really, he does love animals! Crazy cat lady’s got nothing on him! He fosters a whole lot of pets from the shelter. To his hazard, he spends half his measly pay check buying pet food, repairing the drywall were the dogs “played” too hard, and renting carpet cleaners to wash the pee pee stains from his rugs. If there was a real life Dr. Dolittle, it’s him. Except the Doctor part. He’s not into the world of science mumbo jumbo. And he’s not so little either. If you know what I mean. Maybe he’s just Do. Yeah, he’s the Do-Man?… Nope. Try again. The Do-Dude?… Nah, that sounds like poop!… Maybe he should just stick with the original one. He’s the “Do”… Like how you doin’?
  
  

  
  
  
  

  History

  
  
  Like the man himself, Yazu’s history is a short and simple one. Their family has been Chicken and Corn farmers for several generations. From his great-great-great-great-great-grandfather small estate, the Nakamoto’s were able to till land and plant corn seeds. Upon growing their golden cob empire, they started to venture into chickens! I mean, if you’re already growing corn for chicken feed, why not get the chickens too?
  
  As a youngin, he would help his father fix the tractors or ride with him until he was old enough to operate the vehicle himself. From an early age, his parents knew that he wasn’t a school-boy type. His grades just barely scraping the bottom of the passing line. But hey, he’s got a way with the chickens. It’s like they listen to him. Perhaps, it’s because he lost his hair early due to alopecia and they think he’s just a giant egg that needs incubation. Nevertheless, it made the hens and rooster more cooperative when it was time to gather the goods.
  
  It was simply unfortunate that a forrest fire caught on to their property and their whole living situation got burned into ashes. What can you do right?
  
  At the time, there were a lot people hiring factory workers in this little town they called “Sweetham”. And so off the Nakamoto’s went, mom and dad with their three bumpkins in tow - Yazu and his older sisters, Aiko and Kiko. Being in their rebellious teen phase at the time, the twin sisters rejoiced finally being able to see the city. They were tired of seeing fields and fields of nothing. Plus, there were no cute boys where they lived. Now, city life, that’s where the two girls can finally start living. Little Yazu, on the other hand, barely fourth grade, liked what they had. He loved the outdoors and running around with his chickens. And so the adjustment was hardest on him.
  
  To cope, he would feed and sneak stray cats and dogs into his room. To mask their scent, he would literally just roll around in dirt before coming home from school. But eventually, the cat got out of the bag. His literal backpack. And his parents understood how much their son struggled. To shift his energy into another direction, they introduced him to a boy their age who took karate in front of an old Chinese restaurant. For a few hours a week, he learned their moves in exchange from cleaning up and mopping the floors after.
  
  A few years later, by some miracle, Yazu graduated. He really didn’t know what to do with himself outside of school. He figured, he’d work at the same bottling factory that his dad worked at. The pay was good and at least he didn’t have to go home too late. On his way to hand in his resume, he was steam-rolled into a different career. Just getting of the bus, a figure crashed into him in running frenzy. He wasn’t really sure what was happening only that a woman had been robbed.
  
  “MY PURSE! HE STOLE MY PURSE!”
  
  Out of instinct, Yazu made a run for it. Those years of his sensei lecturing him to use karate only for good finally paid off. In a minute or two, he had the suspect squirming beneath his knees as he twisted the man’s arm back. Out of breath, the woman thanked him. She had very precious valuables like her IDs, passport, credit cards, in there. In fact, she was so appreciative that she sent him of to meet with her father, the head of security in SWBN. And the rest is history.
  
  

  
  
  
  

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[AI10100]

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  CAMILLE TROUSSEAU

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  34 YRS. OLD

  
  

  FEMALE

  
  

  HOMOSEXUAL

  
  

  SECURITY GUARD

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Personality

  Cam has always been known for her easygoing behavior amongst her peers— a relaxed posture and a grin on her face. Due to this, she's seen as easily approachable and makes friends easier than most. She enjoys striking a conversation just as much as relaxing with an acquaintance in silence over a cup of coffee.
  
  Don't let her friendly demeanor fool you, Cam is a person who keeps her cards close to her chest and her heart locked away. One can call it running away from the problem, she calls it a convenient way to be able to carry on with life without being downtrodden constantly.
  
  On the clock, Cam is disciplined and determined. While she's still known to crack jokes and be a friendly face, there's a certain shift in her energy— one that could easily be attributed to her training as both a racecar driver and a firefighter. While it doesn't appear that being part of a security detail was in any of her plans in the future, she's still sure to give it her all and ensure the safety and comfort of any of her charges.
  

  
  
  
  

  History

  Cam comes from old money and even older history— the Trousseau family has been known for their successful venture into many types of business but are mainly known for their top-selling jewelry line. She's had a far easier life than most people but the collar placed around her neck to perform her best and to follow a strict plan to groom her into the next CEO was simply too constricting for her. This has led her to continuously strike out against her parents' wishes until they finally gave up and put their attention to her younger brother who actually did wish to be able to step into the world of business.
  
  While her parents disliked her delinquency, they did become supportive of her ventures into racing when it became evident that she did have talent in it. Her father being a fan of Formula 1 greatly aided in her parents funding her training and eventual rise into a racer. By the time she was nineteen, she had established herself as a regular contestant. While she didn't win gold every single time, finding herself coming short to much older and experienced drivers, Cam's determination to mark her place in the world drove her forward.
  
  And finally, years of training and competing all culminated in passing the qualifying round and finding herself lined up as one of the racers in the Grand Prix. It didn't matter to Cam whether she would win or lose, there were many more opportunities to be had after this, but this was a milestone for her.
  
  At the age of twenty-one, Camille Trousseau has stepped on the world stage and is one step closer to her dream.
  
  At the age of twenty-one, Camille Trousseau retired from F1 racing following a fatal malfunction leading to a devastating accident on the track.
  
  It was only by a stroke of luck, a miracle, and money that Cam didn't sustain more than a few broken bones during the incident. Wanting only the best for their daughter and thinking it would be best if she were to go somewhere that won't remind her of her past, they sent her off to Sweetham to recover. It wasn't supposed to be permanent but, after months of recovery and away from her family, Cam decided that she would stay in the city to start a new life to stand on her own two feet without having to constantly rely on her parents as a safety net.
  
  After getting a lease for an apartment in Lakeside, Cam started off as just a parcel driver for the post office. When she fully recovered, she went on to try her hand at becoming a firefighter. Enduring endless training and showing fierce determination, she eventually passed her certification and began her apprenticeship with the Fire Department. This was how she spent the majority of her life— she had even gone through with getting a college degree under the recommendation of her Captain to improve her salary within the station. And she was content with her life as a firefighter— chasing the thrill of saving lives and entering situations that could easily take her own.
  
  All this came to a crashing end when, during a particular building collapse, Cam found herself pinned between a rock and a hard place. Literally. After going against orders and her own instinct, she jumped back into an unstable structure to rescue an alleged child still inside. After finding the child, she had tried to make her way back out of the building when it shifted and rubble collapsed on top of them. The child was unharmed but she couldn't say the same for her own.
  
  Another life-saving surgery later with metal now in her leg and a bruised ego, Cam quietly retired from the fire department at thirty. Bored out of her mind and with nothing better to do, Cam almost fell into a state of deep depression and wondered if she should just run back to her parents with her tail between her legs. Maybe they were right. Maybe she was destined for just a desk job.
  
  However, a friend of hers had told her about a job opening at the Broadcasting Network. Security detail. A last hoorah at being in a more physically demanding but satisfying job, if you will. So, Cam went on to apply and got the job. She had stayed with the SWBN ever since.
  

  
  
  
  

  EXTRAS

  > Keeps in contact with her younger brothers, Jacques and Beau, and they frequently check up on her
  > Still goes drinking on occasion with her previous squad in SFD
  > Suffers from chronic insomnia due to frequent nightmares of her accidents

  
  
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  ZACHARIAS MAYLARD

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  29 YRS. OLD

  
  

  MALE

  
  

  BISEXUAL

  
  

  PRODUCTION - NEWS WRITER

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Personality

  Zack seems to constantly be in a state of tiredness— constantly poring through multiple reports to verify which is true and which isn’t would do that to you. He leaves no room for mistakes as he makes sure that all of the news he eventually passes to the reporters are verified, up-to-date, concise and accurate. While he keeps this level of perfectionism strictly on himself for the most part, he does have a penchant for getting grumpy or upset when the reporters decide to go on their own tangent or leave important information and he makes sure they understand the importance of following the script.
  
  He tries not to be as snappy as he is. He usually doesn’t want to come off as a mean-spirited person, but Zack is usually in an off-mood the moment he steps into the office. He is also extremely punctual— if it means he has to skip lunch to make sure he gets his work done on time, he will do so without hesitation. However, the moment the clock strikes five p.m., he is immediately out of the door. Contacting him out of the job is difficult— possible but difficult— and he prizes his downtime out of work. However, if it is truly an emergency, you can rely on Zack to be on the job immediately.
  
  A side of Zack that isn’t privy to many of his co-workers is that he’s loyal, caring and sweet. This is mostly shown around his daughter to whom he’s extremely doting to. He always goes back home in time to make sure that he can pick her up from school and spend more time with her. To anyone he really cares about, he shows the same kindness to them and he really does try to be as attentive as he can be. He’s a decent friend to have around but his social life has taken a hit ever since he had focused on making sure his daughter is raised well.
  

  
  
  
  

  History

  Born and raised in Sweetham, Zack was born in a loving family of four. It was strange. They were on the lower end of life— his father struggling with his job as a construction worker and his mother taking part time jobs to keep their family afloat— but the family was oftentimes on a state of joy by simply being together. His parents made sure that they can pursue whatever they wished for and they would do their best to make sure they lived a semi-comfortable life. Zack and his younger sister, Amelia, were close. They were Irish Twins, born eleven months within each other, and they even entered school together.
  
  While Zack wanted to pursue a more literary strand, finding the most joy out of weaving stories and telling them, Amelia wanted to pursue a more science strand. When they were both still in highschool, however, their mother came down with a sudden sickness. Perhaps it was the exhaustion finally catching up to her, but she started going in and out of the hospital and it took a chunk of their finances. Despite this, they kept their optimism up. Deciding that Amelia deserved to go to university to pursue her eventual career, Zack began to work at the local library.
  
  His mother eventually passed when he was just nineteen and, unfortunate as it was, his father soon followed. It was sudden. While Amelia was off living at the university’s residential dorm, Zack came home to their father passed out on the ground of their house. He had called over the emergency services but he was already dead by the time he had arrived. The coroner had deemed it to be a heart attack, likely suffering physically from the heartbreak of losing his wife so early in life.
  
  And just like that, it was down to him and Amelia. Amelia ended up leaving the residential dorms to come back and live with Zack and simply endure the commute every day. For the most part, Zack had managed to bounce back and worked doubly hard, now pursuing deals to publish children’s books, and eventually getting himself a steady stream of money to allow Amelia to continue her studies with no issue.
  
  He soon met his eventual wife, Vivian, while he was working at the library. Their meetings were nothing more than just her needing to look for references and him helping her to the best of her abilities despite not having a degree in it. When she finished her thesis, Zack had initially thought that it would be the end of their interactions; however, she surprised him yet again as she invited him out to celebrate her successful defense as a show of gratitude for helping her throughout it. One dinner turned to two turned to picnics and frequent meetings out and things simply fell into place there.
  
  Married at the young age of twenty-two, Zack began to dream bigger. He likely could not support his family as much as he wanted as just a children’s book author. He eventually signed up for Sweetham Broadcasting Network as one of their writers. While it was a struggle to get through the interviews as someone who did have a college degree, he eventually managed to work his way up to a more comfortable position. To those who know him in his first few years in the Network, he is far from the man he was at the present. He was a lot more receptive and, while dedicated to his work as usual, he was kinder and smiled a lot more.
  
  Vivian had given birth to one Julia Maylard and the new parents loved every bit of her. Amelia often came around to help with taking care of the child as well as to simply spoil it to hell and back. Zack didn’t think he could be happier than in that moment right there— the warmth that he had lost when his parents had passed had slowly come back to him.
  
  At the age of twenty-four, that warmth was taken from him once again. While Vivian was driving home one fateful night, she had gotten into a fatal car accident. It was difficult to accept. After all, the accident was simply caused by a person being in the wrong place at the wrong time as a high-speed chase between the police and their suspect simply ended with the suspect crashing into Vivian’s car and had killed both drivers. Distraught and dismayed by this sudden turn of events, Zack threw himself into his work to keep himself from falling apart.
  
  It wasn’t until Amelia had dragged him back home and berated him for leaving his daughter alone that he had time to properly process both the loss and his failures. Amelia helped him through the grieving process as well as taking care of his daughter. As the months pass, Zack adjusted well into his position as a single father. While it had mortally wounded his ability to properly socialize as he needed a lot of time to take care of his young daughter, he didn’t mind too terribly.
  
  Now, with Julia regularly going to school, Zack had dedicated more time on his job. While he had never reverted back to the cheerful person that he was prior to his wife’s death, he had properly made peace with her passing and is looking forward to life once again.
  

  
  
  
  

  EXTRAS

  > Zack does use his real name whenever he submits a book and his children's books are often used in Sweetham's public library.
  > He does book readings at the library for children whenever he has the time and this is likely the most animated one can ever see him as.
  > Definitely has an obvious soft spot for children.
  > Has taken Julia to the office a couple of times back when he couldn't find babysitters for the day.
  

  
  
  

 

[fleetingfeathers]

• Nora
• Eugene

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  Nora Valmorida

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  30

  
  

  FEMALE

  
  

  HETEROSEXUAL

  
  

  VIDEO EDITOR

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Personality

  
  Most would describe Nora as scary at first with her perpetual scowl. In actuality, Nora’s usually thinking a lot when on her own, and her trademark scowl is her focused expression.
  
  Behind this, which is what most know Nora for, is her bubbly nature. She’d crack immensely corny jokes and is animated or easily impressed by many things. She’s serious with her work, but knows when to have a good time.
  
  Nora isn’t the best at expressing care and is awkward around feelings so she usually doesn’t speak up in times of high emotion, but instead her actions show—e.g. Offering tissues, a hug, cooks food, etc. Feelings and vulnerability is something she dislikes approaching, herself not sure with her own feelings since she represses them so much. Thanks to her lack of being in touch with her emotions, she tends to overcompensate, with bravado and gregariousness that if one tries to look through, one can see is clearly a facade.
  
  At home or when not on guard, she is lethargic and practically a vegetable, silent and contemplative.
  

  
  
  
  

  History

  
  Nora grew up in a household teeming with intelligent figures—considered to be blue bloods in an array of academic fields from law to silences. As the eldest, it was expected of her to be like the others. Growing up, it was not the case. Nora displayed a penchant for the abstract and the visual, adoring more of being with her brushes and paints rather than books. It’s thanks to the constant pressure of high expectations that Nora’s confidence dwindled. She watched her siblings and cousins skyrocket in their fields while she was left behind, five years into University with regular deferring and switching between full-time and part-time. Nora switched between disciplines but none of them were for her, and not to mention the strain of being constantly compared to and being inadequate in the eyes of her family weighing her down.
  
  To escape this part of her life, Nora turned to cinema. While not under the eyes of her parents, she took to the city and ducked into mini-theatres, watching locals films and international blockbusters. Nora fell in love with cinema and did self-research, even going as far as to buying her own cameras (yes, plural). With University and family obligations to worry about, Nora was tight on time, but continued to learn more about film and editing on her own.
  
  One day, Nora saw an opportunity in the form of a brochure meant for the paper shredder—an advertisement of Sweetham University, and a film course being available. It dawned on her that maybe she needed to turn over a new leaf, away from the pressure and expectations—to be free from never being enough in anyone’s eyes and never an option. Without saying a word to them, Nora transferred to Sweetham University away from her home country, and bought a cozy studio apartment in Stoneport as a symbol of setting roots in this brand new world.
  
  Nora thought after a while, her family would notice her absence, even expected to have them finally ask what’s wrong and consider her feelings. All that came was radio silence.
  
  This realisation broke Nora’s heart. While she resented them for how she felt growing up, she also valued them deep down. Of course, Nora refused to give into these feelings, and drowned it all out with her studies, her internship at SWBN, and newly formed drinking habit. Instead of watching films, she’d drink the night away alone at her regular watering hole in Sweetham. After a while, Nora’s fire for filmmaking diminished, finally giving in to the thought she really isn’t good enough like they said. Was it out of observation or is it a way of having her only memory of her family close, like some sort of comfort? Nora was content with being an editor, and remaining in the shadows where she believed she belongs as she watched everyone around her skyrocket, and happily helping them shine from behind the scenes as best as she can, especially after starting a full-time position at SWBN, her lifelong dream laid to rest.

  
  
  
  

  Extras

  
  Her trademark would be her massive down coat that acts as a mobile sleeping bag. Nora is usually seen with it all-year round, and regulars on public transport can occasionally spot her asleep, her coat zipped up and hood obscuring her head. Please wake her up if it’s during work hours, she probably missed her stop and looped around the system a couple of times.
  
  If found at her regular watering hole, she only consumes one thing—whiskey, neat, with her signature unintentional scowl. Drinks to chase incessant thoughts away, another way to not face her troubles. This causes her hangovers and frequent naps on the train, which most presume to be a part her lethargic image.
  
  Dons glasses, but lost her main pair, only having her prescription sunglasses. When in desperate need, she’d wear her sunglasses indoors, not bothering to order a new pair since she usually gets carried away by work or other things.
  
  Likes to man cameras in the studio every now and then when there’s no editing work to be done.
  
  VA: Katelyn Barr (E.g. Himeno from CSM)
  
  Nora named her left eye bag Chanel and her right eye bag Hermés.
  

  
  
  
  
  
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  Eugene Lim

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  43

  
  

  MALE

  
  

  ”…my wife—I mean, partner.”

  
  

  CRAFT SERVICE

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Personality

  With his signature ‘Mad Dog’ stare, baritone voice, and burly build, Eugene can strike fear into the hearts of those unfamiliar with him. Behind this scary facade is a family man through and through. From his booming laughter, socks and slippers, and cringe dad jokes, Eugene stands as the epitome of a warm blanket and hot cocoa. His air changes when he’s in the kitchen, he’s stern and passionate, wanting the best for those he’s feeding. Eugene can get a tad overprotective and won’t shy away from a fight, whether it be physically or just pulling a straight up Karen if ill treatment is given to anyone he cares for.

  
  
  
  

  History

  
  Eugene came from a humble family of three, consisting of his parents, one younger brother, and one older brother. They resided in Singapore, his parents working in corporate and the three sons thought to follow suit. Eugene was originally rebellious, not liking how competitive life was in Singapore. All the time, all was expected of him was to be the best, to follow in the footsteps of his parents and those who came before him as the only way of survival in the world. Eugene ran with the bad crowd throughout his adolescence and openly defied his parents. Despite the tense relationship with both his mother and father, he kept being a caring brother to his youngest sibling. However, his relationship with his older brother was strained as the two would butt heads, his older brother leaning towards siding with their parents, and argued with Eugene over his wasted potential. There was only one person who’d stuck to Eugene through thick and thin, his girlfriend Xiaoyu. She’d tend to him after fights and would make him food to cheer him up. It was both of them against the world.
  
  Eugene managed to scrape by high school and entered the military, seeing that he had no other skill than his physical abilities. He did well, and even straightened himself and became more disciplined in how he lived his life. Xiaoyu was proud of his change, herself also finding some part time work and moving together with him in a small apartment in the city. Even though there’d be many days and nights he’d be gone, Xiaoyu waited patiently for him, arms open when he returned. Life was simple, but good.
  
  However, he found it not as fulfilling. It changed one day during his paid leave. Eugene came across a bakery in the heart of Singapore. At this point in time, Eugene was able to afford things unlike before during his youth, so he decided to buy a cake as a housewarming gift to his older brother who’d just moved into a new apartment with his wife and kids. When Eugene tried the cake, he was intrigued by its complex flavours and textures. Throughout the limited time of leave he had, Eugene had spent it bakery hopping and trying all sorts of sweets together with Xiaoyu.
  
  When he returned to service, Eugene couldn’t stop thinking about the pastries he’d savoured during his leave. How were they made? How’d they achieve such a delicate texture? The myriad of questions only built up in his time in service.
  
  First bout of tragedy came in the form of Xiaoyu wanting children. To this, Eugene reacted excitedly, wanting to build a family with her for many years. But eventually, they found out that Xiaoyu was infertile, breaking her heart. She was angry at herself, thinking she’d deprive Eugene of the family he longed for, and even almost left him but Eugene convinced her to stay, loving her nonetheless. It broke his heart seeing how much Xiaoyu was in anguish, but he stayed strong and comforted her.
  
  The second bout came one fateful day. His older brother passed away unexpectedly. The day of his older brother’s funeral didn’t allow Eugene to grieve, Eugene finding out his sister-in-law had left his older brother shortly before his passing for another man, leaving behind three grief-stricken children. Eugene, overwhelmed with rage, left the funeral to find his former sister-in-law. He couldn’t find her in the end.
  
  Seeing that his niece and nephews no longer have parents, Eugene and Xiaoyu agreed to adopt them. The two of them cared for the children as if they were their own. Of course, with the new additions of the family, it was cramped where they lived. Eugene searched for possible ways to house their new little family and found out about Sweetham’s housing affordability schemes as well as its culinary school’s scholarship programs. Eugene took the opportunity and moved his family to Sweetham, studying and working part time jobs while Xiaoyu looked after their children. His hard work eventually paid off, Eugene graduating and eventually landing a job at SWBN as its overseer for its in-house craft services. With life looking up, Eugene hopes that he’ll be able to propose to Xiaoyu but for now, he’ll maintain their new life in Sweetham, gift his children the future he hopes for them, and to grant the crew of the Network the best he can create.
  

  
  
  
  

  EXTRA

  
  • Still not used to Sweetham’s scale, Eugene gets lost easily on top of his poor sense of direction.
  • He’s weak for a good strudel and macaron.
  • Hates coffee, loves tea.
  • A clean freak, will go to great lengths for cleanliness.
  • His adoptive children consists of: Mei, Wesley, and Ryan.
  • V/A: Reagan Murdock (E.G. Aki from CSM)
  • His ‘badass-looking eyebrow scar’ actually came from him smacking his face on his bunk bed in his barracks when he woke up late to training, cutting his brow on the sharp metal frame.

  
  
  
  
  

 

[Stitches and Patchwork]

• I. SAM
• II. ETHAN
• III. QUINN
• IV. DAEHYUN

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  SAM
  CRIMM

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  26 YRS. OLD

  
  

  FEMALE

  
  

  OMNISEXUAL

  
  

  REPORTER-WEATHER REPORTER

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Personality

  
  “I am not exactly the most trustworthy of historic patriotic symbols, especially manmade ones. Lady Liberty is actually French after all.”
  
  Stoic, quiet, and straight to the point, Sam is Sweetham’s resident stone-faced weather reporter. In the workplace, she is not exactly talkative, only speaking when spoken to and often keeps it short, especially during a broadcast. While not exactly a perfectionist, Sam takes her work seriously and has no intention of allowing any issue that she can help with remain unattended if it’s for the better of the news station and its broadcasts. Due to this, she can be a surprisingly helpful presence in the station, quick to help without complaint if approached. That does not stop her from having questions after.
  
  “What do you mean there are people getting rid of reusable bags after one use? They’re… THEY’RE REUSABLE FOR A REASON”
  
  Despite how helpful she may be on set, Sam is still an intimidating presence and she is not afraid of using it to her advantage. She is someone who relishes in being an enigmatic figure in the workplace and uses it for her own goals and amusement. From ensuring no one is sabotaging a broadcast with a steely glare to convincing everyone that a shortened version of her middle name is her first name, Sam has the silent confidence to use her stoic deadpan and blunt demeanor to her advantage. That said, despite how intimidating she may be, she is relatively patient, especially when it comes to insults and disrespect thrown in her way in particular. However, when someone does press her buttons whether it be by mucking up work around the stations, hurting those around her, being wasteful, or just one of the many things that happen to tick her off, Sam will not hesitate to snap. As for stoic she may be, Sam is someone who is surprisingly easily influenced by her emotions at times.
  
  “Attracting and entertaining others is easy. It’s all surface level. It’s getting them to care. It’s getting them to stay.”
  
  Underneath this stoic surface, Sam is surprisingly a far messier individual than one would anticipate. As serious as she may be, Sam is a surprisingly curious and playful individual. She adores learning, having amassed a large variety of random knowledge from her travels when she was younger and from current trivia books she has developed the hobby of buying and reading during her free time currently. Furthermore, Sam often uses this trivia to connect with people. Sam uses her skills and expertise to bring people in to make up for her struggles with emoting. She also isn’t one against playing along with jokes and faux-dramatic behavior with others as long it doesn’t distract with worn and is surprisingly competitive. That said, underneath this confident facade, Sam’s self esteem is in the toilet. Having lived a life where she was never quite good enough, Sam is afraid of letting people in and seeing her genuine self only to be faced with rejection or comparison. In the past, she would run away from such connections. Yet currently, she is working on it. It doesn’t stop the panic that fills her when someone wants to peel away her layers as she subconsciously pushes them away. But she wants to connect to people again. It’s just hard.
  

  
  
  
  

  History

  
  “I’m tired of fighting. I’m not ready to be fought for though.”
  
  Willow Samantha Crimm was born in Seattle, Washington, completely disconnected from Sweetham. She was born the second of two to a lawyer and real estate agent. And she was completely unexpected.
  Sam was not meant to be born. Both of her parents were content with only having one daughter at the time with her sister, Athena Crimm, being the seemingly well-behaved daughter who could do no wrong. She was perfect in every way. And Sam was the unwanted daughter who was doomed to be stuck in her shadow.
  
  At least that was how life was for Sam growing up. She was an inquisitive. She adored learning, loving to pick up a variety of topics just to get a better understanding of the world that surrounded her. What especially interested her was the weather. She loved learning what made the skies change and days feel so different from one another. Yet in her parents’ eyes, Sam was just meant to be as good as her sister. And as intelligent as Sam was, she never was able to excel in the ways Athena did. Comparisons were frequent and Sam rarely got praise from her parents. And if it was an achievement, it rarely felt like her own and more as though she was being just like her sister. Ironically the one person that Sam found solace in was Athena. At least when they were young. Athena saw the bright mind that her sister had and supported it. From taking her to the library to tutoring her when she could, Athena found joy in helping her sister chase her passions.
  
  But as they grew older, things changed. Pressures grew for Athena to be this perfect daughter as she herself struggled to fit the mold. Her parents had become so hyper-focused on how perfect she was, they refused to allow her to be anything more. And seeing as one of their reasons for doing this was the fact that she was a role model for Sam, Athena began lashing out at her younger sister. She became distant, harsher, unable to help but envy her sister for being able to live without these expectations. In retaliation as she lost the only support she had, Sam begun to act out. She continued to do well in her classes but in terms of behavior, she began to lack. Detentions became frequent as Sam got in trouble for a number of reasons from mouthing off teachers, getting into fights, to just breaking the rules just to see what would happen. Sam was sufficing her curiosity but in a new way. After all, if she was to be the unwanted second child, she might as well embrace it and become a black sheep in the family.
  
  However, this attitude only fueled Athena’s distaste for her, believing she was taking advantage of the lack of attention their parents gave her. It did not help that at this rate, her parents gave up on her, just deciding to let her be so they can focus on Athena’s success. Thus, as Athena went to college in Sweetham and Sam got through high school, both girls maintained an extremely strained relationship. This culminated in an argument between Sam and Athena when Athena visited for summer after Sam’s graduation. And in her anger, Athena shouted something that has haunted Sam for years:
  “Can’t you just for once see how you’re burdening us all?!”
  
  It shook Sam to her core. And it broke her as she truly took in what she was to this family. An unwanted second child. She didn’t do anything immediately in response to that. Just left dinner and locked herself in her room that night. At least that is what it appeared. But a hour later, Athena went to check on her to apologize only to discover that Sam had packed her things, escaped through a window, and ran away. In a panic, the family tried to contact Sam but she refused to answer any calls. And by the time they got the police searching for her, she was on a bus leaving town.
  
  Thus, Sam proceeded to spent about three years backpacking around the country and South America as a runaway. Bouncing from place to place. Trying things for the sake of experiencing something new. Picking up a number of skills and factoids from her travels and the people she’s met along the way. Starting and breaking off connections as soon as they became too close. Sam was too afraid to let herself get rejected again. To not be considered just some unwanted burden. So she ran away from everything. Traveling alone as a certain void of loneliness grew in her heart. One she desperately to fill with wild parties, risk taking, flings, and whatever thrill she could distract herself with at the moment.
  
  That was until after one night Sam was at a bar in a town in Ecuador. After getting into a drunken bar fight, she was kicked out, forced to walk back to her hotel room on her own. And in her drunken stupor, she did not quite pay attention to where she was going. She just found herself staring at the sky, lost in memories about how once, she would pay anything in the world to understand what was happening above them. And even though she begun learning the answers, they were gone from her mind now. Leaving her here. Empty. And alone. She was too lost in these thoughts to notice she wandered into the middle of the street. That was until the car hit her.
  
  Sam proceeded to wake up in the hospital, managing to have survived with a few broken bones, sprains, and a concussion. She was stuck there for weeks but she was alive. Yet as Sam realized how her life could’ve ended that night, it really hit her how alone she was. How empty her life had become. And as soon as she was able to receive her belongings, she called someone who she thought she’d never want to speak to again.
  
  Her sister.
  
  Athena was surprisingly quick to answer and Sam discovered that in the span of three years, Athena had cut ties with their parents. Turns out the perfect sister she envied for years had struggles of her own from being forced to give up her dreams of becoming a violinist to pursue a career her parents would approve of to struggles with her own sexuality as she realized she was lesbian. And now, she was attending a music school and had a girlfriend who she has moved in with. And upon being considered healthy enough to leave the hospital, Sam ended up moving in with them.
  The two sisters begun to reconnect and while it was shaky with neither knowing how to approach each other, they begin taking steps. And as she did that, Sam begun to take steps to begin her life anew. She begun attending both physical therapy to fully heal and has been looking into psychological therapy (but is still stubbornly against having someone figure her out), got a degree in meteorology in Sweetham University, got an apartment in Lakeside, and got a job as weather reporter for the SWBN. But even with all that progress being made, Sam is dealing with the struggle of actually figuring out how she wants to live this new life.
  

  
  
  
  

  Extra

  
  •Sam still has PTSD from the car crash and gets incredibly antsy when being near the street in general. Thus, she has made it a habit to park her car as close to her destination as possible and power-walk to her car as soon as she exits the destination. The sooner she can get in something that protect her, the better.
  
  •Sam is surprisingly extremely competitive. She will not get cocky or resort to cheating but will be absolutely merciless. If skill or luck is on her side, she will destroy you and is worse at accepting loss then she’d like to admit, especially if it is something she has experience with. She often tries to find a way to prove that the win is unofficial or have a rematch just to have the last laugh. Cause girl can’t help but get attached to that rush that is being able to feel good at something without opening up.
  
  •Sam is surprisingly very observant. She tends to pick up little details that other may not notice, often amusing herself by trying to answer random questions she may have about those around her without asking them. This has resulted in her giving people long intimidating stares to figure out their coffee order.
  
  •Ironically, Sam hates coffee or anything bitter. Full on sweet tooth here who often is carrying a can of AriZona Green Tea.
  
  •Sam surprisingly enjoys dumb puns and often enjoys dropping them randomly to friends.
  
  •Sam is trying to reconnect with people she had bonded with during her travels, hoping to at least apologize for hurting them. She is specifically focusing on reconnecting with a traveling photographer she met named Ferdinand who she had whirlwind romance with who she ends up bluntly breaking up with and leaving as soon as he indicated he wanted to make things serious. The two are long distance buddies right now but there has been discussion of trying a long distance relationship.
  
  •Sam is mixed with her family, specifically her mother’s side, being Hispanic.
  
  •Sam is trilingual, knowing English, Spanish, and Portuguese.
  
  •Sam goes by a shortened version of her middle name instead of Willow because she feels some amusement of tricking people. Yet at the same time, she always preferred how the name sounded. It felt more like her. That said, if she gives you her first name, it’s a signal she truly trusts you. Only her sister gets to call her Willow and even then she responds to it reluctantly.
  
  •Athena is currently playing in an orchestra in Sweetham while living with her girlfriend now fiancé in Pinevalley. Sam usually visits for dinners once every week.
  
  •Sam would be voiced by Marisha Ray.
  

  
  
  
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  ETHAN DANVERS

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  27 YRS. OLD

  
  
  

  MALE

  
  

  PANSEXUAL

  
  

  PRODUCTION - SOCIAL MEDIA MANAGER

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Personality

  
  “I should get an Oscar for acting like everything is fine haha! Not that things aren’t fine. That was just a joke! I swear!”
  
  Loyal, humble, and incredibly friendly, Ethan is a newcomer at the news station who doing his best to acclimate to this new environment quickly. Mostly by being as kind and open-minded as possible. Being a people pleaser who wants to appear as a social butterfly, Ethan tries his best to be as upbeat and approachable as possible. He is always eager to help, often playing down the sacrifices he has to make to do just that in hopes he appears more friendly. At the same time, he tries to be enthusiastic about anything and everything, being a bit of a yes man who usually goes along with anything as long as it doesn’t cause any major issues or inconvenience. That said as energetic and friendly as he may be, Ethan isn’t exactly the most charismatic.
  
  “Ha! Yeah! I get it! Haha… you were joking right?”
  
  Ethan isn’t used to being incredibly social and it can be a bit more obvious then he’d like to let on. This is especially evident when he is the center of attention, even if it’s just an one-on-one conversation. He tends to stumble over his words which can result in him going down drawn out rambles to make up for his mistakes, becomes generally clumsy, and can get easily pressured to say what people want him to say even if it may contradict his words or feelings. In general, Ethan is so desperate to seem like the new cool and laid-back social media manager, he often can come off as trying too hard. From forcing himself to be more social then he usually is to saying yes to just about everything, Ethan has a habit of forcing himself out of his comfort zone just to fit in. Even in cases where his needs and caution overpower his desire to be liked, Ethan tends to lie rather then express his true emotions. It doesn’t help that he’s a terrible liar.
  
  “All my life I helped. Which is fine I’m not against helping just… I am afraid of my life just being helping.”
  
  In general, Ethan is someone trying to live an ideal life by hiding who he truly is. For when faces are turned and he is alone, Ethan is a much more introspective and shyer person then he lets on. It is not all a facade as he can’t help but be curious about all these unique things that he never had a chance to fully experience. Yet nowadays, out of desperation to not become the guy he was in the past who was too afraid to live, he forces himself to leave his comfort zone more then he should, overcompensating for the years he’s wasted. Similarly, Ethan is an older brother who was relied on by his family for most of his life. This has resulted in a subconscious tendency to look out for those around him and help in whatever way he can. Yet his background has led to him growing deeply worried if people only like him for his usefulness rather then for who he is. But, after these insecurities led to him loosing his family in the past, Ethan is too afraid to ask, instead overcompensating by focusing on being helpful, friendly, and approachable. Leading to this toxic cycle he can’t break out of all while he struggles with one question that constantly haunts him:
  
  Who is he outside of a helper?
  

  
  
  
  

  HISTORY

  
  “Things are complicated but it’s okay. It’s okay! We’ll figure things out.”
  
  Ethan was born the eldest out of two in Sweetham. Specifically he lived in Oakheart with his mother, an art teacher, and his father, a lawyer. His childhood was relatively peaceful at the beginning. He was raised by a loving family and in a safe environment. His parents’ work did lead to him having to become quickly self-sufficient with the two being quite busy, especially after the birth of Quinn as he often had to care for her as well, he was happy. Then when he was 12, his father unfortunately died in an accident.
  
  Before Ethan knew it, his family fell apart. His mother lost herself to her grief and, in a reckless attempt to end her sadness, proceeded to quit her job and used a large portion of the family’s remaining savings to move to a neighboring city with Ethan and Quinn. Yet the distance she established did nothing to soothe Ethan’s mother as she fell into a depression. She became listless, distant, struggling to find work due to her current mental state and the lack of job openings in the area. While she managed to get a job as an assistant teacher, it was not enough to make up for the financial loss that the move caused the family as their financial situation plummeted. During this, Ethan found himself to forced to grow up in a matter of months. He no longer was Quinn’s older brother. He was her caretaker.
  
  Everything he did was for his family. As soon as he was old enough, he picked up multiple part time jobs. He picked up wrestling, joining his highschool team, upon realizing just how dangerous their new neighborhood would be and wanted to protect his sister. And while his mother got a job, she became much more careless with her spending, going out drinking at nights and leaving them with just enough money as they had before her paycheck. Ethan became the responsible one of his household. And it had taken over his life. Eventually, it got to the point where he skipped out on going to college for a few years just so he could work full time. To support his family.
  
  He just wanted to stay until he was certain that his mom and Quinn would be alright. That‘s all.
  
  At least that is what Ethan told himself. To ignore the fact that he had become a hollow shell of a person. Yet one late night argument with his mother shattered that mindset.
  
  What was meant to be him just gently scolding his mother for spending their money again resulting in her lashing out. And while Ethan attempted to just calmly stand his ground, accusations of him not caring about the family and how he probably hates them for holding him back were quick to anger him. After all, he did everything he could for this family.
  
  Ethan left that night. No goodbye. No conversations about his choice. Just packed his things, found the money from his latest paycheck, and took a room at an inn. A decision he’d regret upon realizing that his sudden departure would lead to his sister cutting off all contact with him. But that day, Ethan didn’t look back. He had a new start to plan out.
  
  His room at an inn became a dingy apartment for awhile as Ethan spent his days working tirelessly to earn enough money to attend college. His days were spent at two jobs, his nights were spent writing and sending applications. And then he was finally accepted to Sweetham University.
  
  Thus, Ethan moved back to Sweetham and got a degree in graphic design. He worked for freelance for a bit, taking on various gigs to scrape by. The plan was for this to be temporary before he started looking for a more stable job. But Ethan was a creature of habit. Too lost in a cycle to realize he was sticking himself in a new comfort zone once more. It was only until he was celebrating his 27th birthday alone in his kitchen did he realize he was in the same place he begun. Not living life. Just drifting. Getting by rather then experiencing it. And… he was determined to change things. Thus, out of impulse, Ethan saw the position for social media manager was open at the news station and applied. And much to his delight, he was accepted. Thus allowing Ethan to have one more new beginning. Which will hopefully be the last attempt to begin again.
  

  
  
  
  

  EXTRA

  
  •Ethan is relatively open about his sexuality. He’s never dated before and it took him until college to realize that perhaps he wasn’t as straight as he thought. Yet, since he’s figured it out, he has tried to not hide this part of himself, seeing discovering his sexuality as an important point in his journey of discovering who he is. That does not stop him from panicking when he does have a crush on a guy and is stuck quietly trying to figure out if he is attracted to guys or not.
  
  •While Ethan no longer wrestling, he still does work out regularly, jogging around the city when he can and going to the gym on the weekends. He is conscious about his health and does his best to care for it. Ironically, while he is aware of his strength, he tends to be a bit oblivious with his looks and how his muscular figure could be considered handsome. When it comes to appearances, Ethan is too humble for his own good.
  
  •Ethan doesn’t have much hobbies, never having much time for them and often hoping saying yes to anything may help him find his own. Even when he is alone, he has tried to pick up various hobbies from picking up random books that grab his interest to taking on personal art projects as drawing and graphic design has always been something he’s enjoyed.
  
  •Outside of drawing, he tends to struggle with arts and crafts but he’s tried.
  
  •While Ethan is happy with his choice, he still greatly regrets leaving his family, often calling and sending letters. He has not gotten a response outside of the occasional time where his mother would answer or call in retaliation. These conversations often resulted in arguments. Which led to the two discovering they would be working at the same news station to be quite a surprise.
  
  •Currently, Ethan lives in Oakheart. He especially enjoys taking walks around it even though it does get him nostalgic about his dad, considering this is the first time in years he has had a chance to really grieve him… Ethan doesn’t like talking about these emotions much, fearing getting stuck in the past.
  
  •Ethan’s headcanon voice actor would be Jack Quaid
  

  
  
  
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  QUINN DANVERS

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  22 YRS. OLD

  
  

  FEMALE

  
  

  BISEXUAL

  
  

  UNI-STUDENT, PART-TIME SECURITY GUARD

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Personality

  WIP - PERSONALITY.

  
  
  
  

  History

  WIP - HISTORY.

  
  
  
  

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  DAEHYUN
  JIN

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  23 YRS. OLD

  
  

  MALE

  
  

  BISEXUAL

  
  

  PRODUCTION-AUDIO ENGINEER

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Personality

  WIP - PERSONALITY.

  
  
  
  

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• Myles
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  MYLES STAMM

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  28 YRS. OLD

  
  

  MALE

  
  

  HETEROSEXUAL

  
  

  REPORTER - CRIME

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Personality

  Who has two thumbs and just last week, while reporting on recent home burglaries in Oakheart, caught the culprit midflight (no literally, midflight, a crow had been entering through open windows and taking all shiny valuables it could carry)? And then when he bolted off to chase the crow and find its stash, forgot to look both ways and nearly got flattened by a speeding car and as the driver was getting out to confront him the crow dropped its stolen goods (an heirloom watch) onto the hood of the vehicle, only for that watch to belong to said driver? This guy, SWBN's Ace Crime Reporter, Myles Stamm.
  
  At first glance Myles appears to be your typical over-eager reporter doing anything to keep his job, which isn't entirely wrong, but in actuality these sorts of scenarios tend to just happen to him. He takes it all in stride however and actually finds enjoyment in the crazy happenings that follow him. Where many would say he does it to himself, what with his overly narrow focus and passion for a story, Myles attributes it to the universe repaying him for his unwavering desire to succeed.
  
  That isn't to say that Myles is a saint. Oh no, no, no. Myles is prone to quick judgment and struggles to think before saying or doing. He's also got a jealous and competitive streak and refuses to let anyone step in on his spot as SWBN's Ace Crime Reporter! Rather than sabotaging others and giving the obviously boring and humdrum "crimes" to new reporters, Myles steps in and gives the audience the ol' razzle dazzle to spice up the broadcast.
  
  Remember that old woman who had been interviewed last summer for a supposed creep that had been going around a local park and sniffing everyone at the same time every day? While an "Ace Crime Reporter wannabe" was preparing to find more witnesses to interview, Myles appeared on camera with a german shepherd in tow. "Miss, I believe this is the serial sniffer!" As it turns out, while the other reporter had been interviewing the old woman, whose bifocals were thicker than a phonebook, Myles had noticed a nearby jogger with her german shepherd who kept tugging at his leash to sniff all passersby. Needless to say, the old woman had horrible eyesight and had mistaken this jogger's dog as a person. While Myles once again stole the spotlight, it was his genuine passion for his job and eager smile that prevented any hurt feelings. A fairly common theme for him.

  
  
  
  

  History

  A Sweetham native, Myles knows the town like the insides of his eyelids. Coming from a family of seven, Myles and his siblings spent most of their time exploring the streets of Sweetham. More specifically the streets of their neighborhood, Stoneport. Myles was the second oldest of the Stamm children, but the oldest son and therefore the natural born leader of the Stamm gang. He would charm and persuade his siblings to join him in patrolling, promising them an amazing adventure every time. Rarely did he disappoint.
  
  It was one fateful encounter that opened Myles's eyes to the wonderous world of broadcasting. He and his siblings weren't allowed to watch television growing up; having five kids and only one television caused more of a headache than anything else for the Stamm parents. So, unbeknownst to Myles, he and his siblings stumbled onto the scene of an active hostage situation during one of their adventures through Stoneport. One of the local shop owners and their customers were being held at gunpoint until the ransom could be paid. While most of Myles's siblings were enamored with the work of the police force, his eyes were drawn to the chiseled and charismatic news reporter, Dirk Dynamite. At least, that was the name Myles had given the reporter the second he saw him, because again Myles had never been allowed to watch television and therefore had no idea who this reporter was.
  
  Dirk Dynamite, even with all of the chaos swirling behind him, effortlessly held the camera's and adult bystanders' attention with his good looks, quick quips, and amazing skills. He was so in sync with his environment, that he needn't even look over his shoulder to know the status of the scene. All he needed was the reflection in the camera and the tension in the air to determine what words came next. This distraction allowed the police to quickly do what needed to be done without any interference and the hostages were rescued while the criminals were apprehended.
  
  Myles was in absolute awe, and for the next twelve years pushed himself through the necessary schooling to become an Ace Crime Reporter like Dirk Dynamite. Sweetham University posed no difficulty for Myles, who threw every fiber of his being into learning and perfecting the skills he would need to thrive in the broadcasting world. He was quick to apply for and obtain an internship position with SWBN during his final year of university. Myles Stamm's fate was sealed the moment he took his first steps into the SWBN set, and for the past 6 years he has been living out his dream.

  
  
  
  

  EXTRAS

  ✦ Hobbies include: exercising (namely long distance running), gaming, true crime tiktoks (he enjoys debunking them), volunteering at animal shelters (adores dogs), watching samurai films.
  ✦ He's a sucker for shoes, primarily wearing monkstrap and brogue styles.
  ✦ Favorite cuisine is Iranian, particularly khoresh bademjan, which he frequently orders when he's had a bad day because it reminds him of his childhood adventures through Stoneport.
  ✦ Favorite alcoholic beverage is a tie between a lychee-tini and a brandy alexander (or white russian if not available), but will drink whatever beer is provided.
  ✦ Myles actually has horrible eyesight and wears contacts most of the time, but as soon as he gets back to his apartment it's back to his glasses. He's too scared to get lasik.
  ✦ Is highly competitive and wants to win all of the newscaster awards. All of them.
  ✦ Strangely amazing at pinball?
  

  
  
  
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  20 YRS. OLD

  
  

  MALE

  
  

  UNSURE

  
  

  UNI-STUDENT, INTERN

  
  

  
  
  
  

  Personality

  One would think Evan mute, with how little he speaks. When he does speak up, his voice is soft and quiet and easily gets lost before it reaches its audience. It's not uncommon for people to forget that Evan is there altogether; he simply fades into the background. He's not shy; he's never been shy. Just... Quiet and forgettable. Closed in on himself and consumed by his thoughts and feelings, which he can never seem to express openly to others, Evan is unable to shift from observer to participant. Unable to truly connect with the people who are just an arm's reach away. He never wanted to be like this.
  
  It's tough growing up an only child, especially an only child of divorce. Evan never really blamed himself for it, but the experience of the two adults he looked up to most suddenly turning on each other forced him to open his eyes to reality at a young age. He's always been a deep thinker, preferring complex conversations that stimulate the soul and force you to shift your perspective. Couple this with his fairly "realistic" (though some would call it pessimistic) outlook on life, and it's not really difficult to understand the disconnect Evan feels with those around him and even with himself. He's not depressed or unhappy with his life as a whole, by any means, he just desires something deeper. It's his constant overthinking, doubting, fear of what people will think, that prevents him from expressing the true depths of himself.
  
  Hypocritical, in a sense, right? He expects those around him to bare their souls through conversation, yet refuses to engage with his own inner complexities and make connections through open expression. No, instead, Evan puts on a front of apathy and detached politeness, attempting to satiate his desire for connection with poems, scripts, songs, ect. Anything to make it seem like he's in control and can express the raging ocean inside himself, so that others won't try to pry him open and exclaim "eureka! this is the fraud hiding within. he's nothing but an endless, empty sea."

  
  
  
  

  History

  An only child of Sandra Dupree and Vance Porter, Evan had a relatively standard childhood. Keyword standard. By no means was it an exciting and memorable one. His parents loved him and he loved them, and, up until he was eight years old, Evan believed they loved each other. It was at this turning point in his life when his parents would engage in late night whisper fights, pinning all their pitfalls on each other. Their attempts to safeguard Evan from their deteriorating marriage were all for naught, and he found himself unable to sleep during most nights. How he wished he could turn his ears off, block out the blame and resentment. Sadly the whispers turned to yells and the tension felt thick enough to strangle Evan.
  
  It went on like this for another year and eventually Sandra and Vance sat their son down and explained that it was time to divide the family. "It really is for the best, Ev. You'll still see both of us... Just not together." Evan nodded and nodded, agreeing with the adults because he knew all too well that he would have no say in it. And, to be frank, Evan agreed that it was for the best. He had had front row seats for the fall of the Dupree-Porter Empire.
  
  With that, life went on, and Evan put up a dam to hold back the flood of emotions from pouring out. He turned to journaling, writing out his inner thoughts and feelings, rather than attempt to work through them with other people and risk being shunned. Yet, even with his emotional barrier, Evan managed to make a few acquaintances and had a relatively enjoyable time as a teenager. He hit all of the typical milestones: driver's license, first car, first job, prom, and high school graduation. Unfortunately, the yearbook crew forgot about Evan and so he wasn't included in his senior yearbook's original print. Nearly two months after graduation, roughly around the time Evan was getting ready to head to university, he received a copy of the yearbook with his photo printed on the last page. It was definitely a gesture. One that Evan shrugged off and stuck in the back of his bedroom dresser, forgetting it like he had been forgotten.
  
  Now in his third year at Sweetham University, Evan has finally decided to get himself out there. He's joined a few clubs, has completely redone his wardrobe, and even managed to get an internship with SWBN. Doing what, exactly? He's not sure. He just hopes that this position will allow him to grow as a person and finally allow himself to share his thoughts and feelings... Even if it is only through little poems and notes here and there.

  
  
  
  

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  ✦ Evan is short for Evanescence, as his parents had been sleep deprived when he was born and mistakenly believed Evan was a girl. He prefers to just go by Evan or Ev, and will never disclose his full name. Ever. It's one of the few topics that will actually cause him to cast icy glares in the requester's direction.
  ✦ Emotionally stunted, but very good at working through others' emotions, just refuses to accept his anger, shame, and abandonment issues
  ✦ His mother, Sandra, is still single but is thriving without a man in her life. She is a computer-engineer with a green thumb and is very eco-aware
  ✦ Evan has homemade dinner with his mom every other Saturday, mostly out of politeness rather than actual familial reasons
  ✦ His father, Vance, has remarried to Georgina and the two have no kids and Evan doesn't really speak much to them
  ✦ Is currently majoring in Linguistics and Anthropology, specializing in Linguistic Anthropology with an interest in the Inca Empire's language and culture
  ✦ Fluent in Spanish, Portuguese, and German; knows several other languages but isn't as confident in using them
  ✦ As a child he wanted to be a cowboy; he just wanted to explore the open roads, just him and a horse
  ✦ Evan's favorite food is Ms. Garcia's cooking
  ✦ His favorite drink is mezcal, and he loves most cocktails made with it; he has tried chica, but isn't a huge fan
  ✦ Evan is a lightweight, but hides it well until he's alone where he will mass spam Kenz with texts and calls (he's also an angry drunk, so doesn't drink much)
  ✦ Sweetham University's indie 70s DJ "E-Z Breeze" every Tuesday at 8pm to 8:30pm
  ✦ Voice is Shinei Nouzen from 86

  
  
  

 

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CHLOE "KLO" CRUZ

26 YRS. OLD

FEMALE

DEMISEXUAL

MAKE-UP ARTIST

Personality

Recently in Sweetham, the name "Chloe Cruz" is often associated with trouble. Fierce, loud, and never afraid to speak what's in her mind (whether through her mouth or her fists) - Chloe has a penchant for collecting disapproving glares and quiet head shakes wherever she'd go. Despite the rising infamy, she is surprisingly well-connected and always seems to know a "friend" for just about every problem. Albeit unwilling to lend a helping hand herself, you can expect her to forward the task to someone else who does.

One could call her lazy and it'd fit. Perhaps the only thing that the brash female seemed to care about was doing her job as a make-up artist. For some reason, it was the only thing she'd show up in time for and consistently - which was wildly against her flaky nature. She's known to disappear to thin air once the job's done, and others easily suspect that she's off to lollygag someplace else.

Spoiler: Agent 700

Beneath the facade is a collected and well-disciplined agent of SIS. She has an extraordinary talent for using make-up and prosthetics to change her identity, accompanied by a honed skill for acting. She's currently one of SIS' best rising agents despite the fact that she has only received her promotion a few months ago.

History

As far as the people of Sweetham are aware, “Chloe Cruz” is a name that abruptly disappeared five years ago and recently resurfaced.

Born to a Sweetham journalist and a Filipina professor, Chloe’s family lived in different parts of Asia for two years before they decided to return to Sweetham.Unfortunately, they happened to share the plane with a Sweetham mayoral candidate, a terrorist, and a SIS agent. As one would expect, the combination led to a mid-flight explosion which ended the lives of all passengers except the SIS agent, who managed to jump out the plane in time, and the only person he could save - a two-year-old.

“Chloe Cruz”; It was the child’s registered name in the flight’s masterlist which Agent Ethan Benjamins eventually discovered upon reaching the SIS headquarters in Sweetham. Devastated by his failure, Agent Ethan took a voluntary dismissal from service and decided to devote his life raising the child he saved, whom he learned had no immediate family members.

Soon enough, the “family” moved into a humble house in Pinevalley. Nobody suspected a thing; the widower and the motherless child quickly won the hearts of their neighbors.Everyone wanted to help; the friendly grandma from across the street, the local store owners, and most of all, the family next-door whose son became Chloe’s closest friend.

Chloe lived a relatively normal life for sixteen years. She hung out with friends, created childish ruckus, went to school, and was essentially your average neighborhood trickster. However, this normalcy ended when strange men began visiting their abode in late hours. Her dear father had never kept a secret from her, so she was beyond shocked when he refused to explain their visits to her. Eventually, a snooping Chloe stumbled upon a classified document in her father’s room. Ethan Benjamin, whom she once thought was a simple mason and was her father, turned out to be a former SIS agent involved in the death of her biological parents.

It was earth-shattering news to say the least. Chloe immediately exploded at Ethan, demanding answers while tears cascaded down her lashes endlessly. In the end, all Ethan could do was bring Chloe into the headquarters and explain everything to the teen. After revealing the events of the past, Ethan continued on to reveal that SIS once again needs his expertise. Furthermore, after knowing the truth about SIS, Chloe faced two options: either move to a faraway country or join the agency and go through the recruitment process.

Much to Ethan’s surprise, Chloe picked the latter, telling him that she sought to understand him and desired justice for her parents and the other victims of the bombing. From then on, Chloe joined the training program and progressively became distant from her civilian life. She no longer hung out with friends as much, no longer stirred trouble in the neighborhood, and even "transferred out of school". By the age of 21, Chloe seemed to have completely disappeared from Sweetham. Nobody knew where she went off to, but one thing was for sure - she never said goodbye.

Five years later, Chloe Cruz reappeared in Sweetham, landing a job in the local broadcasting network as a make-up artist. Much to her demise, a couple of faces within the crew were very much intertwined with the past she left behind.

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[Colorless Spectrum]

Hyasmine Andrea Evangelista

22 YRS. OLD

FEMALE

SAPPHIC

CAMERA OPERATOR

Personality

What is there to say about Andrea? If you asked her grandparents they would say that she was the perfect grandchild anyone could ask for. Although they didn't want her to drop out of College, they also knew that they can't work like they used to and that their aching bones wouldn't be much worth like before. Her former classmates? Responsible student, creative when it came to the arts, and a teacher's pet. As a part-timer? Focused, dour, and stressed.

Moving to Sweetham was the best decision she's made. Since then she has been excited every day, it was a real step toward her dreams. Andrea usually stays quiet and minds her own business for the most part, at the very least, if she happens to overhear people she won't be telling a soul about it. She's tense when it comes to work, a perfectionist. She gives it her all and wants to do well... A recipe for burnout. At the very least, she's doing what she loves. What does get her talking are the things she is greatly passionate about the arts, cameras, filming, editing, movies, composition, guitars, and soundtracks.

Andrea is a good kid, with a magnet for trouble at times. Often because she has a habit of speaking her mind at the worst of times and it doesn't help that she's not afraid to fight back if needed. Behind those warm smiles that she presents is a resentment for her father, who probably doesn't know she exists but she hates it anyway. Her mother, who just stopped all contact and vanished like Aang. Her ex-girlfriend who cheated on her for some sloppy and disgusting football player. She is angry and hurting still, but she doesn't like to show it, nor talk about it.

If she's not doing any camera work or editing, you'd often find her spacing out. Daydreaming about the films she would make, and if she is working she gets hyperfocused. So if you find her ignoring you, she's not. Just yell in her ear or grab her shoulder and shake her vigorously.an exaggeration, but yes

History

Hyasmine Andrea Evangelista, or more currently known as Drea, was born in the Philippines in the year XXXX. She was raised there by her single mother until the age of 8 years old until she was sent off to her Grandparents to live in the ■■■■■■■■. Her grandfather, Markus Evangelista was a retired Photojournalist at SWBN when it first started. At the same time, her grandmother, Angeline Acosta was deemed as ■■■■■■■■'s Sweetheart due to her popularity as a rising actress fitting for any genre of film. During the first few years living with her Grandparents, Drea's mother kept constant contact with her until her Junior Year of Highschool. This had left Drea with a low-self esteem, believing herself to be not enough in every aspect but despite that her Grandparents stayed and showed her much love and attention.

Midway through her first year of College, Drea had to drop out due to lacking the funds to continue with her studies. Markus needed a Major Operation that blew through almost all of their savings and was just enough to keep the bills for their house paid. Drea decided to take multiple part-jobs to keep their mouths fed. Her Grandparents had expressed how deeply sorry and ashamed they were but shouldn't be. Drea didn't mind and she was more than happy to give back to her Grandparents for raising her.

At the age of nineteen, Markus and Angeline decided to sell the house and move into a Retirement Home. The money they got from the house was split in half, one for their Retirement Home expenses which was more than enough, and the other half for Drea to take and do what it is that she wanted to do without them holding her back. After a tearful goodbye, Drea found an internship offer at SWBN and decided to try her luck. She got a place at Stoneport, bought all the necessary furnishings plus the equipment she would need to start her own journey, and started a youtube channel that shows her gradual improvement in her videography and editing skills, tips that she learned. At some point, she was promoted into Camera Operator and has been working in that position for a year and a half now.

Lately, she's been debating on getting a degree in filming to help her further in her career.

Trivia

• Loves Spices
• Hot Chicken Wings are her favorite
• She always carries a 1L Tumbler with her
• She cooks, she cleans, she does grocery, but most importantly she makes a mean Filipino-Style Spaghetti
• She has a Tamiya Mini 4WD Collection
• She took on multiple part-time jobs to buy her first Camera
• She never knew her father, only that he was a well-known individual
• Still no contact from her mother until now
• Her Youtube Channel is called "Euangelos Prod"
• Her voice is similar to the English Dub of Maki from Jujutsu Kaisen

!! DREA WITH HER HAIR DOWN !!

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Galileo Galilei Scarpa

(Blame AI for the the double Gali- name)

Artist:

1o8k_

AKA Galo, Galeo, Leo

24 YRS. OLD

MALE

A question for the ages

Reporter - Health and Science

Personality

TL;DR: A genius, if he just put his mind to it. Putting his mind to it is the hard part.

Leo could’ve gone down in history as one of the greats. With the brains to win the Nobel Prize as the next “30 under 30” and make a real impact on the world at large, it’s honestly a little infuriating that the man has managed to avoid every path to preeminence through disposition alone. A flighty attitude, easy-going temperament and a great dose of slothfulness tying it all together forms just another nameless face in the crowd, only noticed by the few who watch his less-than-empirical “science” news segment. (His former professors are weeping.)

He isn’t doing this on purpose, and he doesn’t believe in living a life of monotonous experiences either. Leo has tried to change more than once, but something in the way he ticks rebels at the mere idea of structure or effort. Any time he reaches the levels of motivation required to alter his fundamental character, the enthusiasm flares bright for barely a day before dwindling into ashes and floating away in the breeze. It’s like sleeping is a reset button, and any passion he has for a time-consuming project the day before simply poofs when he wakes up.

Although his flaws are noteworthy and numerous, it has to be said that he isn’t built entirely of shortcomings. A carefree human being who’ll forget offenses the instant the offender walks out the door and will always be at whatever social event is going on, broken toes and all, Leo makes friends just as fast as he loses them. His out-of-the-box thinking and tendency to direct topics to whatever interests him at the moment results in conversations that range from fascinating to plain bizarre and leads to just as “interesting” reporting. He’s also quick on the uptake when investigating in the field and deducing logical outcomes, even if he doesn’t always show it in his actions. Heavy emphasis on the “doesn’t show it in his actions”.

History

TL;DR: Grandpa Scarpa might have been a shoemaker by nurture, but he was a dreamer by nature. He had big dreams for little Leo. Big dreams he never lived up to.

“My grandson is going to be the next Falvatore Serragamo,” he said. Nope.

The next Gill Bates, he thought. Nada.

The next Ainstein, he believed. Not even close.

The definition of a self-made man, Grandfather Scarpa climbed his way into relative comfort by opening a successful bespoke and ready-to-wear footwear store on the edge of Stoneport. This was no easy task in the late 20th century, with factory-backed retailers cutting prices down to pennies and celebrity-endorsed sneakers making splash after splash in front of the everyman’s eyes—not to mention the longstanding history of impractical luxury heels. While he was proud of all that he achieved, his hard work didn’t inspire quite the same appreciation in his one and only daughter. As more of a theory person than a hands-on artisan, she passed up the shoemaker mantle and ran off to the highest paying startup the second she completed her post-secondary education.

With no shortage of assignments for a researcher like her, she rarely came back to the family home. “Busy with experiments and climbing the R&D ladder,” she would say over a call. “Maybe another day.” It was on one of the few occasions she did come back that she dropped the bombshell that was Leo, giving no additional context when questioned. She never talked about the partner, and it wasn’t until elementary that Leo realized she even needed one for him to exist.

Growing up in a single grandparent household meant he often had to find ways to amuse himself, switching from one imaginary game to the next when his friends weren’t around to entertain him. As grades passed and his classmates slowly learned the pain of studying, Leo was competent enough to get absurdly inflated scores while paying the bare minimum attention, so he never learned the value of putting in an effort.

Designing practical shoes and simple tools came just as easy to him once he grew old enough for machinery, and he would spend a portion of his after school hours in the workshop, messing with the leather scraps and skiver to create whatever he fancied making that day. So sure that Leo had the ability to build a lasting footwear legacy, Grandfather Scarpa saved up in preparation to send him to the best shoe design college available, waiting for the day he took over the business and blasted the shop to shoe-making stardom.

Unaware of the grand outline his grandfather had built in his head, Leo applied for an engineering program and accepted it before the man even discovered the offer had come. Bewildered and more than a little disappointed that his sole heir went down the same road as his mother, he wondered if maybe he spent too little time teaching him shoemaking and too much time letting him experiment. But in his assumptions, there was another factor he hadn’t considered.

It wasn’t easy raising a single child as an elderly man, and even more so, it wasn’t easy raising a child whose tastes changed on a whim as an elderly man. Sometimes mistakes happened. Sometimes those mistakes weren’t the guardian’s fault, but they took the fall anyway. It just so happened that losing his legs was one such mistake.

Leo couldn’t stand looking at the consequences of the greatest crime. His grandfather deserved better. He could do better.

Or so he thought. It wasn’t that the biomedical engineering path was hard, per say. It just took up so much of his time. All his time, in fact. No longer could he spend just a fraction of his hours on his education. He had to spend it all. Obtain all the scholarships, get all the 4.0s, acquire all the professors' information. Become a teaching assistant, a lab assistant, a part-time employee under the professor specializing in neuroprosthetics. Find cutting-edge research companies, network with those organizations, intern at a biotech corporation.

Just thinking about his schedule tired him out. Eventually, he started slacking. Maybe he didn’t need a 4.0 GPA or a coffee date with that uncomfortable lecturer. Maybe networking wasn’t all that useful, and going to tedious biomed events only wasted his time.

This repeated little by little until he had chipped away at every endeavour, and there was no more. He was free, but he was also degree-less, jobless and friendless.

It was a discouraging realization that he couldn’t do something that he was completely capable of doing.

The day he came home, tail tucked between his legs and nothing to show for his previous determination, was the day he understood that his grandfather didn’t actually care about how well he did or what mistakes he had made. That not creating the Most Advanced Prosthetic Legs to Ever Exist was okay, and he wasn’t a mass of irredeemable flaws. All he needed was a hug and the love of the only person he considered family, and his confidence was half restored. (Besides, his grandfather had already gotten bionic legs long ago; his savings were no joke.)

Picking himself back up by the bootstraps, he went on the path of job searching again. His grandfather had found that while Leo’s shoes were perfectly serviceable, his sense of style left something to be desired, and pushed him back out into the world to find his true calling. It was a coincidence that one of his grandfather’s friends happened to hear of an open position in a field distantly related to biomed engineering, one that was looking for knowledgeable and experienced experts and that might suit Leo.

Leo somehow got through the interview with his charm(?), and the rest was history.

FACTS

• Wears the most colourful, out-of-fashion shirts available on the market. From the classic Hawaiian to the badly printed middle-finger-lemon tee, nothing stops the man from sporting his collection of strange and unusual upper garments.
• Has a surprisingly low voice, though it’s pitched much higher when speaking.
• His grandfather’s name is Prospero, like the Shakespeare character.

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[The Prophet]

CASSIAN SINCLAIR

25 YRS. OLD

Male

Pansexual

Intern

Personality

For all his faults, Cassian Sinclair can never be described as lazy. He's always running from place to place, always taking notes on how to improve, always performing the works of an intern without much public distress. He's keenly aware of his status and tries not to show it, so the man simply grits his teeth and hurries out the door. He strives to be accommodating and nice enough without bordering on bootlicking, but student loans are a hell of a sedative.

"I have a decorated degree from Goldridge and I'm stuck grabbing coffee for a news channel. Life is greeeeeaaaat."

In his mind and in places of comfortable privacy however, his thought are flush with frustration and tiredness. His upbringing has left him with a desire to be brash and not mince words, but in a effort to change Cassian tries his best to speak in a nicer manner. "Right away ma'am", rather than "Get it yourself." Life lessons have taught him to go directly to the point and not care about sugarcoating things, but the 'I have student debt and need to get a job' part makes his genuine feelings towards most things take a backseat to the ol' customer service smile. For all intents and purposes, his day starts when he hops on his motorcycle and gets to pretend not to recognize his coworkers downtown in Stoneport. For what it's worth; if they don't mind his change in character or have a similar flair for honesty, he gets on rather swimmingly.

History

Cassian lost his parents early in life, not that he would remember much about it in the first place. Born in the quaint meadow that was Pinevalley, a hiking trip turned rockslide caused Cassian to uproot and move in with his grandfather in Stoneport. Being retired "waste management", he had an odd sort of wisdom when it came to most things and wasn't afraid to do things unconventionally. Growing up in such a different place force you to change a lot, and while Cassian missed the clean air and trees for the longest of times, he learned to appreciate the odd graffiti or other forms of artistic expression on the brick laid roads. He could spend hours listening to the jazz musicians on the corner, or watch the silent painters on thje rooftops at sunrise. TRhe place had a comfortable ambiance that made him want to try it himself.

"Turns out, painting on buildings without being told you can is a crime. Funny how that works."

Cassian painted countless murals and pieces around they district, and moved just so coincidentally that he wasn't caught until they had a large file on him. He really should've asked for a lawyer, but in his defense he thought it was allowed. A light criminal record and lots of community service later, and Cassian was rigidly on the right and narrow. Spurred on by his grandfather to focus on working hard and dropping his talents, Cassian put the brush down and focused entirely on school. Fast forward a few years, Cassian had graduated high school with high enough scores to earn him a potential partial scholarship to Goldridge Academy. They had a good school for computers and it was expected of him to go there. Instead, as he was signing up for classes he saw a degree path in the Fine Arts. Without informing his grandfather, he switched focus and did that instead. It was incredibly difficult despite his talents, but he eventually earned a rather nice looking degree after slaving away for four years. A degree he accidentally spilled coffee on almost immediately, but a degree nonetheless.

"Did they ever tell you a fine arts degree is kinda useless unless you somehow get into an orchestra? No? me neither."

He expected life to be smooth sailing from then on, but turns out people with a fine arts have it rough. He was turned away from his first pick of occupation at a famous orchestra for lacking experience and told to look at freelance work, but that's far too inconsistent for a newbie like him. Plus, even with a partial scholarship he still had to pay a lot, and the loans were making him regret going to the fancy school. Cassian eventually stumbled his way into applying for an internship at SWBN, and landed a shot despite everything. Hopefully his degree would actually be useful this time, not like the short job he had at a gas station. Or the supermarket. Or the Bakery.

FACTS

• Makes bad financial decisions, case in point being the motorcycle in the company parking lot.
• Lives in a factory that was turned into an apartment building. Lots of personality.
• Can't for the life of him figure out Chinese finger traps, even if he's watching a tutorial.
• Silently sings the most recent song stuck in his head when no one's looking.
• Still hasn't shown his grandfather the degree, and is in absolutely no rush at all.