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• Colm
• Liv

• Character Name: Malcolm Mueller.
  ↳ Nickname(s): Mal, Colm. Mostly Colm. Primarily Colm. Only Colm, actually.
  Real Name: Good luck getting that out of him.
  Age: 19.
  Gender: Male.
  Sexuality: Too busy running from the law, can’t be distracted by romance (but bisexual, if anyone wants to romance the local hair dye dealer).
  Occupation: Local hair dye dealer mainly, troublemaker partially, but also a college student taking only a couple of classes.
  Hair Color: White-haired naturally. He uses his own merchandise and is currently masquerading as a black-haired, but he didn’t get all of his head completely so some of his roots are visible if he messes with his hair. He’s going to touch it up as soon as he can.
  
  Appearance: Standing at a whopping 5’10, Colm is mostly average all around. He’s thin and fit from all of his running here and there, but he doesn’t have an athletic build. He’s surprisingly nimble, though, and can move pretty quickly, as can be seen when he twitches and fiddles with things when he’s feeling impatient. His dyed black hair has some unruliness to it that he tends to just ignore, but what usually is not ignored are his bright blue eyes. His eye lashes are almost invisible because they are so light, though his eyebrows have also been dyed black, so that his natural white locks can remain hidden. His skin is pale and devoid of any visible blemishes, but he has a somewhat large scar on his left shoulder.
  
  He wears black rimmed glasses that he may or may not need to actually see, and he usually has a choker of some sort (sometimes a collar or one of those lacey chokers) around his neck. He doesn’t really wear any other necklaces or bracelets, but he does have a handmade silver colored bracelet around his left wrist that he never takes off. It’s something he usually fiddles with and he’d probably be lost without it. His ears are pierced once in each lobe and he usually just wears studs of some kind in them. He dresses somewhat punk-like, with torn shirts and ripped jeans and scuffed up boots, often in various shades of dark edgy blacks, grays, reds, blues or greens. He can dress like a nerd, though, and sometimes likes to toss on dorky clothes like button-ups and sweater vests just to throw people off.
  
  
  Personality:
  ⌑ Progressive + Friendly + Intelligent + Passionate + Loyal + Creative + Courageous
  ⌑ Stubborn / Skeptical / Ambitious / Protean / Observant / Independent
  ⌑ Meddlesome - Brash - Bitter - Provocative - Opinionated - Devious - Prejudiced
  
  Colm is good at keeping secrets, which helps greatly with the double life he leads. On one hand, he’s a friendly, intelligent, witty bookworm who’s studying literature in college, but on the other hand, he’s that troublemaker rapscallion who deals hair dye. It’s not like he’s really trying to get into trouble or meddle in things, but situations can be suspicious and people can be annoying, so he obviously needs to involve himself. He often doesn’t think about the consequences of his actions or his words and lands in hot water fairly often, but he’s smart enough to get out of it with relative ease. He can be thoughtful, though, and recently he’s been trying to not be as brash… And he, sadly, hasn’t been completely successful. He also can be nice and sweet and charming and he is always honest with his opinions, as well as being very steadfast with his principles, even if he is a grade-A troublemaker.
  
  His college student persona is your average nineteen-year old guy: affable, outgoing, creative, ambitious, sometimes a party-goer frat boy but usually found in the library, either doing homework or hanging out with his nonexistent friends. Yes, nonexistent friends, because he doesn’t really like to let his fellow students get too close to him, mostly because of his secrets. He likes being viewed as just a genial bookworm who is non-threatening and down to hang out whenever someone wants to. He’s also quite dedicated to his studies and doesn’t want his personal life to interfere with his school life, though they keep mingling more and more often, which is quite irritating. No, Veronica, don’t mention that you got the hair dye from a classmate, you freaking moron!
  
  His hair dye dealer persona is much more rough and guarded, and it’s where his skepticism really shines. He’s been burned in the past and as such does not trust anyone who comes to him looking to buy dye anymore, but he still sells his goods if people have the funds. He doesn’t actually gouge people, either, unless they’ve been an asshole to him or if they’re too sketchy. He keeps a very brief acquaintance with his clients and hides his hair behind a hat and covers his mouth with a mask when he’s out delivering his goods or, rarely, hand delivering, so that he can remain relatively anonymous.
  
  Keeping his thoughts and emotions contained has been a struggle for him, always, and he lets slip his opinions of society more frequently than he should, but he usually just brushes off whatever he said if anyone questions him about it (unless they happen to agree with him, in which case, they will get a very impassioned rant about how horrible everything is). He very greatly does not like the society he has grown up in and wants to try to stop the white-haireds from being killed before thirty. He wants to change the way his life is, and his inevitable fate. Selling hair dye is a tiny retaliation against Roshe but he is more than willing to hurt anyone he needs to in order to bring about change. Well, maybe not murder somebody, because he does have his morals, but he’s very fed up with everything and is not really that scared to make that obvious.
  
  Likes: Furry animals, fashion, board games, literature of any kind, his family, nature, rock music, sometimes some sports or the athletes of those sports, learning new things.
  Dislikes: Hats, rice, flies, biting bugs, being sick, allergies, sneezes, unhygienic people, annoying people, his secrets, upper class posh wealthy people, most indigo and violet-haireds.
  
  
  Backstory: Growing up a white-haired in Roshe was less than enjoyable. From a young age, Colm had many expectations to fulfill, the main one being that he must be a child genius. The tests his parents put him through were to figure out where his genius lay, be it in the arts or the sciences or the languages, but no test he took he really excelled at. He didn’t fail them, no, but he also did not ace any of them, although he did score highest in the languages. This was not something either of his parents really hoped for, but they masked their disappointment behind smiles and praise, although they knew that their son was going to end up weird. He’d become an outcast in society, as he was not a child prodigy like every other white-haired, but there was little they could do to help him except hire tutors and have him study lots and lots, and keep him away from the prying eyes of the outside world.
  
  This sucked, but Colm did the best he could to not let his parents down. It sucked even more when his mother, a black-haired secretary, lost her job to a younger, prettier black-haired girl fresh out of college. The loss of his mother’s job was not as financially damaging as it could have been, since his father, a white-haired, was working closely with some green-haired scientists, and he was getting paid pretty well for the work he was doing. His mother became something akin to a house wife/teacher and took on the teaching job for Colm, since tutors were too expensive now, and she also took care of the chores and the cooking and the caring for of the sickly black sheep of the family. The house he lived in and had stayed inside of for all of his life became something like a cage to him, but he didn’t want to complain or ask to go to public school, because he understood why he had to stay home. If he left and got to go outside, out into that stupid society that he did not think made much sense, then the black sheep would be lonely, and Colm would never allow him to be lonely.
  
  Life became incredibly hard when his father, white-haired and aged twenty-nine, disappeared. Colm was eleven years old. He remembers, vividly, how distraught his mother was about the loss of her husband, and how the rest of society did not even care that he was gone. The neighbors said he’d be back any moment now. The cops said he’d come back eventually and to not let it get to them too much. Even his father’s co-workers did not have anything to say about his disappearance. All of these non-answers and nonsense words were completely shattering. No one cared. No one would ever care.
  
  Colm picked the pieces of his shattered life back up and tried to put them together again, although the picture was so different now, without his father. He was eleven and was far too young to work, but his mother found a way to make pretty decent money, although she would not answer any questions either Colm or the black sheep asked about the job she got. She worked such strange hours and Colm heard her leave the house in the early morning on more than one occasion. He and the black sheep agreed to stay up all night one night to catch her coming home, when Colm was fourteen. She was startled by them but finally admitted to both of them what her job was: she sold hair dye. This revelation was mildly scandalous to both boys, but Colm became incredibly interested in helping her, because two people bringing in money would be better for the family then just one, right?
  
  It did not take much convincing from him to get his mother to introduce him to the dark side of Roshe. He was old enough and he was good at speaking and he was sneaky enough to get out of any sticky situations he found himself in. His mother got a “promotion”, if those illegal workers in Roshe can even get promotions, and began selling hair dye to more upper class morons, which left him to handle the lower class fools. He reached out to other dealers and established a small web of acquaintances who helped guide him, since he was the youngest among them. Most of them would end up sending their clients to him because he also sold bleach, which not many dealers did. The hair dye dealing brought in more money, enough money to get medicine for the black sheep and gifts for his mother, and some money for his own personal savings.
  
  There was a close call that was almost disastrous when he was sixteen, but he was able to avoid being caught and locked up by dying his hair a dark color and taking on a different name. No one really knew him or the black sheep, who looked awfully similar now that they both were black-haired, so switching around their names was not much of a big deal. They still called each other by their real names at home, but in public the non-prodigal white-haired was now known as Malcolm, Colm, never Mal, instead of that other name that he grew up being called. It was not too big of a problem, and Colm is convinced it will continue to not be too big a problem, because it is truly just a name.
  
  When he was finished with his homeschooling he immediately applied and was accepted into the local college on an English degree. How exciting! And only slightly nerve wracking! Except, damn, society really did suck. People had to be completely blind to not see all of the awfulness around them, right? He mostly kept his head down and minded his own business since he started schooling in public, but he’s gotten to experience lots of new things and expand his hair dye web and solidify his opinion on the society he unfortunately lives in. It all sucks, honestly, and he would love to see it change.
  
  
  Relationships:
  ◌ Mom: She taught him all he knows, literally. He respects her so much and feels pissed that she’s had to deal with everything she’s had to throughout all of her life, but he admires that she’s constantly risen above all of the bad to stand where she does now. She worries quite a bit about him now that he’s out in the real world and does not approve of the name swap of her sons, but no matter how much she asks him to use his real name, nothing changes. She still is a dealer and is trying to save up money so her other son can get the surgery that would change his life for the better.
  
  ◌ Black Sheep, aka Mal: Otherwise known as the sickly brother Colm took the name of. Yep, Colm took the name of his own brother, but to be fair, his brother also took his real name. They look a lot alike and are incredibly close, but Colm never says anything about him, because he has never gotten to go anywhere except into the backyard and because he is one of Colm’s biggest secrets. He constantly texts Colm about his day and wants to know absolutely everything about life outside, and Colm eagerly obliges and takes pictures to send to him and keeps him updated on pretty much everything.
  
  ◌ More to be determined...
  
  Trivia:
  ◦ Can play guitar and has a pretty nice singing voice.
  ◦ Bookworm. If you look in his backpack you will probably find at least three books. One of them might be for school, but most of the books he carries are from his own personal collection.
  ◦ Cat AND dog person. He has both at home and adores both of them equally.
  ◦ Hella protective of his phone and will not allow anyone to ever look at the screen of it. He also will never hand it over to anyone else, ever, even if you are his best friend.
  ◦ Also hella protective of his personal life. He’s not likely to invite anyone to come over to his house for pretty much any reason.
  ◦ Mostly studying English in college because he’s good at it and he likes it. He doesn’t really know what he can do with an English degree so he feels kind of aimless and like he’s just in college to experience it, or something like that.
  ◦ Spends a lot of his free time at home, with his family.
• Character Name: Olivia. That’s all. Just Olivia.
  ↳ Nickname(s): Liv.
  Age: 21.
  Gender: Female.
  Sexuality: Homosexual.
  Occupation: College student? Sure. Let’s go with that.
  Hair Color: She says it’s a dark violet and also says she’s been tested before, so don’t question her about it, please and thank you.
  
  Appearance: Olivia could pass for a model, if she was not only 5’5. She’s lithe and elegant in her movements, and her smooth medium brown skin is pretty much flawless. She’s usually got a soft smile on her face that she shows to everyone, but if one looks closely enough then they will see that it doesn’t reach her light brown eyes. Her violet hair is quite dark and doesn’t look exactly violet, since it’s got some blue to it, but she takes pride in how well cared for it is and how long it’s gotten, and how it isn’t wavy. She has some blunt cut bangs that fall just past her eyebrows and brush against her eyelashes, but she often pushes them over to one side of the other if they become too annoying. She likes to style her hair in lots of different ways and is usually seen with a small braid hidden somewhere in her length.
  
  Her style of dress is rather cutesy, with lots of skirts and dresses and blouses and oversized sweaters. She tends to stick to pastel floral patterns and the lighter colors, mostly yellows, pinks and purples, though she also loves how dark blue looks on her. She enjoys wearing headbands and bows and scrunchies and lots of other accessories like bracelets and rings but she does not have her ears pierced. She also is often seen with at least one wireless earbud in her ear but no one knows if it’s actually playing music or not.
  
  Personality:
  + || Calm | Eloquent | Disciplined | Honorable | Logical | Perceptive
  / || Prudent | Realistic | Reliable | Upright | Conservative
  - || Aloof | Blunt | Calculating | Dishonest | Pretentious | Selfish
  
  Outwardly, Liv is seen as a calm and steady person. She rarely allows her countenance to express her true emotions and usually defaults to a polite smile or a slightly spoiled pout, which does a good enough job of hiding her true thoughts. She’s not necessarily friendly to strangers but is not afraid to speak to whoever she needs to, and she’s likely to tackle any problem head on instead of pushing it aside or letting someone else handle it. She pays attention to her surroundings and the situations presented to her and takes time to figure out what to do about them, which often leads her to put in both of her earbuds to silence the world.
  
  Inwardly, she is quite different. She keeps most of her opinions to herself because most of her opinions are not things people want to hear. She’s often the one who disagrees with the popular opinion, and, no, she does not actually think society needs to change. She enjoys structure and order and balance and although people might die, that’s just how it has to be. She was raised to think this way, but she does not disagree with what she has been taught, and as such she can be quite cruel… without realizing it. She’s also incredibly breezy with emotional people or stressful situations and she’s also quite selfish, caring much more for her own well-being than anyone else's. If she is not directly involved in something then she likely will care very little for whatever the thing is. She doesn’t like to be directly involved in most things, so she cares very little for most things. She doesn’t view it as a problem.
  
  Her inner-self is kept very well hidden from everyone, because she knows she would be disliked if she said her truths. To keep up the charade, she’s amiable to everyone and asks curious questions and she’s very polite and she will absolutely be your friend! Just not a genuine one!
  
  Likes: Tidy things, her hair, loud music, genuine people, cats, hot tea, toffee.
  Dislikes: The missing girl posters all over Roshe, people who pry, personal questions, sour candies, fiction of any sort, having her hair messed with.
  
  Backstory: There is not much to be said about Olivia’s personal biography, if truth is to be told. Yes, her hair color is the purpley shade that it is, but she was never one for the limelight. She’s managed to avoid most cameras and paparazzi by hiding behind her family name, which she currently refuses to ever say. She most likely went to a school of some sort, and a hint shall be granted: it was a private one, as most things in her life have always been. She also was born to two purple shaded parents, a mother and a father, and she has a certain number of purple shaded siblings. She also has ambitions and goals, but those are, not surprisingly, kept secret, as much of her backstory must be. A fun fact, though: she looks an awful lot like that girl who’s been shown on the news repeatedly and who’s on the missing posters on almost every building in Roshe. That’s surely just a coincidence, though, so don’t worry about it.
  
  Relationships: To be determined.
  Trivia:
  - She has no trivia since she is so private, except: she hates when anything sharp and bladed gets close to her hair.
  

 

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[AreSneksSly]

[HEAVY WIP]

NUR DUHA BINTI RASHID

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• Overview
• Personality
• Backstory
• Relationship
• Miscellaneous

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  Name: Nur Duha binti Rashid
  ↳ Nicknames: Adik
  Age: 19
  Gender: … Female.
  Sexuality: Definitely into men. Definitely. You see these eyes? These are eyes you can trust.
  Occupation: University student, AI developer
  
  Hair Color: The color of overgrown grass in the summer. Or, as Ikram prefers to call it, ‘a calming shade of Brussels Sprouts green.’
  Hair Style: Waist length with blunt bangs. Duha may not be especially creative with her hair style, but the gloss is enough to know she sure as hell takes care of it.
  Height: 5’2
  Ethnicity: Indo-Malay
  Physique: Shockingly strong. Beneath all those layers of fluffy light clothes is corded muscle, tightly wrapped around her form. Duha is incredibly active, even between all her projects and as a greenhead, so she can definitely hold her own in a footrace or any other endurance match.
  Face: Soft, but always with a stern expression.
  Eyes: Black. Sharply shaped and turned down where she meets the bridge of Duha’s nose, but very few people can claim she's seen the scientist without those signature round black-rimmed glasses.
  Mods: Nope.
  Style: Sophisticated, without trying too hard. Light-toned button ups and blouses galore for this scientist. Though when it’s cold outside, Duha certainly isn’t above wearing a big poofy jacket or two to keep warm.
  
  
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  [WIP]
  
  + Confident | Steadfast | Decisive | Determined | Honest
  ~ Oblivious | Pragmatic | Meticulous | Hardworking | Blunt
  - Arrogant | Stubborn | Brash | Judgemental | Insecure
  
  Duha Rashid is the epitome of every green-hair horror story. Narcissistic, stubborn, short-tempered, self-centered— essentially the nightmare rich kid no one wants to deal with. Not even mentioning that’s her on a good day. When Duha is stressed, that infamous temper rises to a boiling point, to the point where none of her classmates bother her whenever she's busy with a project. Which is often, considering she always insists on taking more work than necessary. And it’s not like she’d want their help anyways, as, according to her, they’re all complete and utter idiots.
  
  As you can probably already tell, Duha is kind of unlikable. Most people tend to avoid her if they can, and if they’re forced to deal with her, most times they just try not to piss her off in any major way. It’s not like Duha isn’t aware of her reputation— after all, there’s only so much you can do to avoid gossip reaching your ears— but it doesn’t seem to bother her all that much. If anything, she seems to welcome it, happy to play into the egotistical standards set by her green peers.
  
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  it'll come eventually. the end, i mean.
  
  
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  Ikram Rashid
  Duha’s despised older brother. Despite her best efforts to avoid being seen next to him (or at least, what she claims are her best efforts), the researcher is often stuck dealing with his presence, resulting in pretty much everyone knowing that the two are related.
  
  You know, if the names or appearance similarities didn’t already give it away.
  
  The problem is, Ikram is always trying to stick his nose in Duha’s business when he really isn’t supposed to, from ending up in the same class as her to constantly visiting her dorm to ‘help’ her with her studies. There have been many incidents of Duha having to kick him out of her dorm for trying to meddle with her research. Ikram doesn’t seem to complain though, and as he’s said himself, he’s had ‘plenty of time to get to know my beloved adik’s dorm mates.’ And much to Duha’s chagrin, he’s been extremely successful.
  
  The thing most people don’t immediately recognize about the siblings is just how similar she is. Although her surface personalities are as different as night and day, once Ikram’s caught off-guard, he can be just as unfairly superior and egotistical as his sibling. This certainly explains why the two bounce off of each other so well, often trading insults without any visible care for the other person’s feelings.
  
  But underneath the glares, the attacks on his character, the eye rolling and the raspberries thrown his way, there is just a teensy, eensy, itty bitty little part of Duha that might respect Ikram. Just a little.
  
  
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  you'll make it out of here. i promise.
  
  

 

[AreSneksSly]

[HEAVY WIP]

MUHAMMED IKRAM BIN RASHID

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• Overview
• Personality
• Backstory
• Relationships
• Miscellaneous

• 
  Name: Muhammed Ikram bin Rashid
  ↳ Nicknames: Ram, Budu (from his beloved adik)
  Age: 22
  Gender: Male
  Sexuality: Bisexual
  Occupation: University student, computer hardware engineer
  
  Hair Color: Auburn red.
  Hair Style: Short and shaved at the sides. His bangs are usually held back using hair gel, or, when he’s with friends, a simple black hair band.
  Height: 5’10
  Ethnicity: Indo-Malay
  Physique: Well muscled. As a prospective athlete though, that’s only to be expected.
  Face: Classically handsome. Defined jawline, strong nose, etcetera etcetera.
  Eyes: Black. Although like his adik, his eyes are turned sharply down where they meet his nose, adding a treacherous edge to his smile.
  Mods: He had his ears pierced when he was 16, and he usually keeps a few studs dotted along his earlobe.
  Style: Lots of muted, mostly monochrome colors. While Ikram’s sense of fashion certainly isn’t as put-together or well organized as his adik, the way he carries himself is enough to get most people swooning whenever he shoots them a smile. Even if he only wears windbreakers, t-shirts and jeans, he acts like he’s constantly donning a three-piece suit, and goddamn if that confidence doesn’t make you feel underdressed compared to him.
  
  
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  + Sociable | Open-minded | Easy-going | Confident | Intelligent
  ~ Flirty | Calm | Flattering | Protective | Wilful
  - Arrogant | Lazy | Deceitful | Self-centered | Snarky
  
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  heavy wip,,, we dont have to talk abt it.
  
  
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  Duha Rashid
  Ikram’s darling baby sibling. He loves making constant fun of her and seeing just how far he can push the kid. And while his personal little game of ‘torture Duha until she gets mad’ has gone a tad too far at times, they always make up in the end… usually after Ikram’s swallowed his pride and apologized to her. Eventually.
  
  Even with his hobby of teasing Duha though, Ikram really does care deeply about her. He wants her to be happy (even if his prideful ass can’t admit it at times), and he often goes out of his way to help her whenever she needs it, even when she can’t tell him directly. The two are strikingly similar in that way, with neither going to the other for help even when they’re struggling really fucking bad. The only difference is that Ikram does it because that’s how he is; Duha does it because that’s what she’s learned.
  
  And that’s another thing about the relationship between Duha and Ikram. He’s seen his little sibling grow and change. He’s seen her from when her head first reached the height of his chest, to when she was still at the height of his chest, just a few years later (hehe). He’s seen how she’s adapted to their parents' demands and wishes. He’s seen her smile whenever she got to play outside with him after finishing up her homework. He’s seen her at her weakest, and he’s seen her at her happiest. Even if the stupid little tyke acts all haughty and obnoxious, he knows what’s under all those layers. He’s seen it. He’s watched those walls form around her, getting tougher and thicker every day they grew up together.
  
  So even when Duha acts all childish and annoying (which she’s honestly like most of the time), he still holds a deep affection for her, buried under all the layers of sarcasm and jokes he hides it under. He wants her to be happy. He just wishes she wanted that too.
  
  
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  waiting for something?
  
  

 

[Kidzait]

Character Name: Juniper Arbor
↳ Nickname(s): June, Juni, or Bug
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Occupation: Full Time Horticulturist for a medical research facility.
Hair Color: Day-Glo Yellow

Appearance: Juniper, at a glance, is a very unassuming man. He has a boyish face that he tries to hide with a cornsilk colored beard. His hair is such a luminous yellow that it almost hurts to observe. His co-worker once compared it to the color of Hi-Vis vests that road crews wear. A minor astigmatism means he has to wear a pair of thin framed, blue glasses that are slightly worse for wear. He is average height for a man his age and is considered slightly overweight despite being on his feet all the time. He can be regularly seen wearing either his work uniform of overalls covering black streetwear or basic button up shirts and jeans.

Traits: Empathetic, Kind, Passionate, Career-Driven, Helpful, Focused, Practiced, Withheld, Irritable, Impatient, Self-Depreciating

Personality: Juniper is a very private person. Not that he has anything to hid, quite the opposite is true. He is willing to talk about himself if someone asks, it’s just most of the people he interacts with do not ask. If someone was to ask, he would be happy to tell them that he is very career driven and has a knack for detail. He can ramble about facts of his passions for hours if you let him. Juniper is good at his job to a fault. Mostly the fault comes from his knowledge of how good he is at his job. He can get insufferable if you disagree with something that he knows a lot about. Juniper has something of a one track mind. If it doesn’t have something to do with his interests, it is hard for him to get invested in a conversation.

Likes: Rare or difficult plants. Plants in despair. Coffee, Puzzles and the sunrise

Dislikes: Orchids, pest bugs, his boss, his supervisor, 98% of his co-workers and invasive trees.

Backstory: Juniper’s life has really slowed down since he graduated with a degree in botany. His imaginings of traveling to uncharted islands and diving into deep caves were only that, Imaginings. In reality, his professor set him up with a nice job right out of school at HRI (Haidar Research Institute) researching the practical applications to the chemical compounds that exist in certain plants. Since his job is mostly self-sufficient, he doesn’t find himself in conversation or being invited to after work socials nearly as often as his time in college. This fact seems to have fulfilled some sort of prophecy where Juniper has slowly begun to withdraw into his own mind for most of the work day.

Relationships: (For later.)

Trivia: (Optional, but fun!)

 

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• Auguste
• Graham

• 
  Character Name: J. Auguste CORTES Martin
  
  Age: 23
  
  Gender: Cis Male
  
  Sexuality: Gay
  
  Occupation: College Student - double major Music Education and Dance (Part time waiter)
  
  Hair Color: Black - has a reddish tint to it but remains black.
  
  Appearance:
  
  Long wavy dark hair frames a heavy brow. The quiet rebellion that thrums through his veins has grown his hair out from the old days, long enough that he pulls it back into a topknot or a messy bun to keep it from falling into icy blue eyes. Eyes that once held a terrifying stare full of anger and spite but have since mellowed out into a general weary kindness. There’s a scar over one of them, and a scar on his lip, a scar on his cheek - the echoes of a past that is no longer his present. Though he’s attempted to hide these with a beard, creating a directly wild appearance that is directly contrasted by a deep, soft-spoken voice, and an incredible singing voice with a particular broken quality to it.
  
  A giant come to life, he stands at a terrifying 6’7, and filled his frame with the long muscles of a ballet dancer. Once upon a time, it was the lean, starving look of a rabid wolf, nothing but wire and bone. A frame that was giving out - burning itself from the inside out just to keep him from collapsing. Nowadays, it’s filled out fully, giving the impression of a bodybuilder rather than desperation. But still, the past cries out in the form of scars on calloused hands and cutting through his freckled back. He moves with a grace and a speed that appears to be not at all possible for a person as massive as he is, and has a layer of flexibility that comes from being a dancer. Ink stains his skin, initials on his back left shoulder, and on the right outer bicep - a snake winding around a dagger.
  
  Soft layers and jeans, both gently worn but well loved. Bright multi-colored flannel usually accompanies a wardrobe consisting of gray and white. Splashes of color find their way in - primarily blue and green and red, followed by bits and pieces of bracelets or necklaces that he sometimes wears, sometimes doesn’t. Glasses versus contacts run through the same finicky flip flopping. The only flash of his dress sense from his old life is a particular love for combat boots with steel toes.
  
  Personality:
  
  Pros: Gentle, Creative, Clever, Resilient, Quiet
  Cons: Anxious, Manipulative, Wrathful, Off-putting, Secretive
  
  A terrifying goliath upon first impression, it’s quickly followed by a gentle disposition and a soft-spoken fluttery nature that seems to be wrapped up in the kind of anxiety that comes from a being all too aware that one wrong move on his end could mean a hospital trip for the people around him. Auguste takes that knowledge very seriously and thus makes himself as unimpressive and unintimidating as possible upon first viewing… often serving to make the person he’s trying to help feel more at ease even more discomforted.
  
  A revolutionary, despite this outwardly soft and quiet demeanor he holds a surprising amount of spine to him. Being pushed around is easy until you find something that he genuinely does not want to do.
  
  A man trying to outrun the past, he’s taken to trying to be the exact opposite of what he used to be, and he’s slowly coming out the shell of his self-imposed exile to peer out into the world. He allows whatever people want to think about him to be the truth, as he carries the burden knowing that whatever they think he might be, the truth is far more sinister. Deflection and subtle conversation steering - mixed with the art of giving some things away, but not enough to directly implicate him. But old impulses and coping mechanisms die hard, and perhaps the beast inside will rise up once more.
  
  Likes:
  
  Animals, knitting, hiking, bird watching, nature, punk/grunge, rebellion, protest, underdogs
  
  A confusing amalgamation of things - he likes a lot of quiet activities. He likes knitting to keep the anxiety down, and greatly enjoys hiking and bird-watching. A nature gay. He greatly enjoys animals as well - especially those that survive in harsh conditions. Praise is given not to the flowers that bloom when the green grass grows, but those that bloom in the bitter snow. As such, he greatly enjoys strays and will often feed the strays near his house. Despite these quieter hobbies, he loves punk and grunge, and holds rebellion and protest dear to his heart.
  
  Dislikes:
  
  Violence, Driving, Fossil Fuels, The Rich, Power, Low Ceilings, Hanging Lamps, Hanging Potted Plants
  
  The past has left a distinct and bitter flavor in his mouth. As such he holds quiet hatred towards having to solve problems with violence, much preferring to intimidate and to bluff rather than actually fight. A distaste for hurting those around him has led to him choosing to not drive, both better for the ecosystem, because he’s had nobody to teach him, he cannot afford a car, and because he hates the idea of getting into a crash so distinctly that he both cannot and refuses to drive. He also has a distinct dislike for those in power that abuse it… and the inherent greed of the rich… Also things that a 6’7 man would easily hit his head on. Those he hates as well
  
  Backstory:
  Auguste is inherently very secretive, and therefore does not state a lot about his past. Here are the few things that he generally states when pressed about his past
  
  - His father was not around as a kid
  
  - His mother was very strict
  
  - He had a very close friend who he hung out a lot with as a kid (yellow hair, rich family)
  
  - He has changed a lot since his teenager years
  
  Outside of this, he deflects people away from his past and keeps all the skeletons in his closet.
  
  Relationships: Brb
  
  Trivia:
  - Adopted a stray cat because it looked at him very sadly
  
  - Practices performing when nobody's looking
  
  - Scared of stepping on people 5'0 and under
  
  - Tbh, this close to becoming a Disney princess
  
  - Was in a punk garage band as a kid... it wasn't very good
  
  - Apologizes to tables for stubbing his toe on them
  
  - Gets about 4 hours of sleep a night
  
  - Scared of heights... is a height.
  
  - Doesn't respect authority in the slightest
  
  - Big fan of swimming
  
• 
  Character Name: Graham Flynn Byrne
  
  Age: 22
  
  Gender: Cis Male
  
  Sexuality: "Unpicky"
  
  Occupation: College Student - Literature
  
  Hair Color: Red, bright and not even a little bit innocuous - more coppery than fire truck
  
  Appearance:
  
  A wide and white smile, warm and bright, but with enough of an edge at the corners to give him a mischievous bounce. This warmth is like a cat in the sun, green eyes that are generally kind, with a reassuring blankness behind them of a lad without much going on back there. Bright red hair frames his head, curly and messy. A sharp jawline and incredibly handsome features, and the kind of swagger that shows that he knows it.
  
  Tall, he stands at a model’s 6’3, and incredibly well-proportioned. He’s a muscular sort, an artist’s dream when it comes to anatomical study. Walks with the kind of confidence and general lackadaisical movements that comes from being a lad’s lad - and he speaks in an Irish brogue which he states “makes lads and lassies alike swoon like they’re in primary.”
  
  Clothing tends to be flowy on the top and then well defined on the bottom. Shirts half tucked in and open, both of the t-shirt variety and the button up variety - generally of a lighter variety. Cool colors are usually there, but he has a lot of nature. Dog tags and bandanas are among some accessories that he likes - generally also sunglasses make an appearance because he believes they make him look “cool.” He requires prescription glasses, and as such has a pair of circular lenses with a black wire frame that he does not wear unless absolutely necessary.
  
  Personality:
  
  Pros: Dependable, kind, emotionally intelligent, charming, loyal
  
  Cons: Spiteful, Overprotective, Impulsive, Repressed, Hedonistic
  
  With a goofy kind of smile, an overly flirtatious wink, and an innuendo that would come out of a movie, most would write off Graham as just a lad with little else than a smile and a fun night out on the town in store for those that decide to indulge in his flights of fancy.
  
  Oh, how simple life must be for a person who just chooses to believe that the future and the past don’t exist. It is only the present which he lives in, and fuels his hedonism as he divulges himself in both the pleasures of flesh and of drink and of food. When things he doesn’t like happen to him, he simply believes that if he believes hard enough that it doesn’t exist, it won’t bother him anymore.
  
  But, that isn’t how the mind works. Sometimes, when he thinks there’s nobody looking, the goofy smile drops and fades. And indeed, deep down inside there is a serious, thoughtful person. Threats against those he loves, things that he deems improper like open bigotry, genuine life or death danger, he responds with a surprising amount of dependability and solid support. Come to him with your problems, your sorrows, and your woe. He would be more than happy to take on these burdens for you. This is what Graham prides himself on, after all.
  
  He failed in this duty to protect and serve his loved ones once, and he’s never forgiven himself since.
  
  Likes:
  
  Plants, Animals, Camping, Space, Flirting, Alcohol, Spring, Sunlight, Poetry
  
  Graham is intrinsically drawn to nature, plants and animals and the like. He has an intense love for the planet and is a hardy survivalist type despite his more easygoing facade. He also has an intense fixation on space. A hedonist, he quite easily enjoys flirting and the pleasure that life has to offer like wining and dining. Almost contradictory to most of his other likes, he has been known to enjoy poetry every now and then.
  
  Dislikes:
  
  Winter, Cold, Snow, Enclosed spaces, Philosophy
  
  A distaste for all things cold and lifeless, he doesn’t really vibe with snow. Outside of this, he also doesn’t really have much of a taste for philosophy. After all, he doesn’t understand why people feel the need to argue about the meaning of life, when he genuinely believes that there is none. He also doesn’t particularly like enclosed spaces because he’s intensely claustrophobic.
  
  Backstory:
  
  Graham believes that the past is unnecessary, and it is this belief that allows him to keep living. Therefore, he doesn’t really talk about his past, and doesn't really like reflecting on it very much. After all, reflecting requires introspection, and he doesn’t believe in introspection so… sucks to suck.
  
  Relationships: Brb gimme a second
  
  Trivia:
  
  - Knows a lot about space
  
  - Plant father! Has a lot of plants!
  
  - In university on a soccer scholarship.
  
  - Plays rugby on the side
  
  - Once was forced to go to a fancy gala... No longer invited to fancy galas
  
  - Reflects whatever people wants him to be
  
  - A big dog person. Had to put his down a while back. He cried... a lot.
  
  - Excellent at tracking things in the woods
  
  - Has a ridiculously high alcohol tolerance
  
  - Extremely claustrophobic
  

 

[Gary Sue]

Character Name: Ethan Harwood
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Occupation: Full-time College Student, Part-time Barista
Hair Color: Blue (light, like the edges of his hair in the reference)
Appearance: Ethan can usually be seen wearing a light blue hoodie over a matching t-shirt, paired with black leggings. He's always found with a cross-shaped necklace on, the cross of which is silver and has a deep blue jewel embedded into its center. He likes to wear accessories on his hands, like leather bands around his wrists, and keeps his nails constantly clipped and dyed on time to match his light blue hair. Although the 5'9" youngster isn't quite athletic, he's lucky enough to have somewhat toned muscles by default. This leads to some people confusing him for a red-haired athlete that has used hair dye, but it hasn't gotten him in any trouble, thankfully.

Personality: The bluehead is a very lighthearted, cheery and overall energetic person to be around. Although he may initially seem like he doesn't have a single care in the world, it's not hard to notice how jittery he can get with certain subjects, especially when his own future's brought up. As energetic as Ethan is, he is just as easily stressed out under the pressure of having to be a doctor and live up to his 'destiny'.
He feels as though he's average or a black sheep, and will start seeking validation if not given enough attention, even if it's just a standalone incident. Insecure and with a weak sense of ego, he could use a friend or two to keep him on his feet until he can learn to do that for himself.
Likes: Creativity, Sweets, Night Skies, Calming Music, Cold, Feeling Wanted, Attention
Dislikes: Blood, Spoiled Foods, Filth, Insects, Crowds, Being Alone

Backstory: Ever since a kid, Ethan has always been as average as it gets. He did well in school, he was alright with everybody around him and even had a few close friends. Kids, as they were, liked breaking rules, and the same went for his own social circles. So it only felt natural when he saw everybody do it, and he wanted to as well... he was scared though. Stepping out of this pre-determined mold he'd been asked to stay in, to become a doctor due to his blue hair color... that's what he wanted, right?
Growing up, these doubts never changed. He kept going down whatever route others had laid out for him, not questioning a thing. At the same time, there was never full trust in them, too. During his earlier high school years, one of his friends began to talk openly about how despite being violet haired, he wanted to be a great doctor, like Ethan would. It wasn't long before that friend disappeared, only to re-emerge a while later, obsessed with the idea of now being a pop star. Something was off. He knew something was off, for a fact.
The doubts got stronger, and similar situations kept occurring even as time went on. Every time something like this happened though, there was either a return like with his friend, or a complete disappearance that nobody seemed to question. He stayed quiet to not be the black sheep every single time, but he wanted to do something about it. Ethan had to do something about it, but he couldn't pull himself to, his legs would lock in place at the idea and he'd always freeze up on the spot.

His fears of being unable to act only grew stronger after he saw a black haired individual assault someone on the way home from school one day, resulting in a tragic stabbing that caused him to space out. It was only when authorities arrived that he managed to get his eyes off the blood-curdling sight... He hated it. As much as he wanted to deny it, all he could see was a repressed civilian trying to get by. It was a lot clearer now- this wasn't right.
Black haireds were doomed to be the most 'boring' people, blue haired people like him had to deny their affinity for things like art or sports in order to pursue a medical career, violets were doomed to be public figures... This wasn't right, he wouldn't accept it. But right now..? What could he do about it? He's had to live with this feeling all welled up in his chest a few years now, looking for the tiniest chance to 'rage against the machine'. A part of him knew though, that just like when he saw the stabbing that day, he would freeze up.

Even now, he feels himself blank out and start getting shaky whenever he's close to blood, whenever he's faced with this sense of duty to be a doctor, to live up to his 'blue-haired legacy'. It's hard and exhausting keeping up the appearance of a good little doctor, just to go back to home and be able to finally express himself- art, singing, dancing... whatever is on his mind, he'll do.
And pretending all is well and good, here he is, a college student trying to make some money on the way side as a barista. Maybe he'd buy hair dye with it and try his hand at a new life, or maybe he'd simply suck it up and keep going, who knew?

Relationships: [pending...]

Trivia:
- Ethan likes to draw a fair bit. At home, he's got a digital tablet he uses whenever he feels like it, although he's more comfortable with working on pixel art with his mouse due to having unsteady hands.
- He can get very easily infuriated with imperfections when he thinks he's good at something.
- He is definitely the person that'll constantly be talking to anyone in private messages or trying to revive group chats, in order to make sure all is good and well and he isn't being ignored.
- He will assume he's being ignored if he's left alone for any amount of time not spent in the bathroom.

 

[Elisa]

Character Name: Willow Ivy Harper
↳ Nickname(s): Will
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Questioning (bisexual)
Occupation: College student, major in chemistry
Hair Color: Forest green

Appearance:
Willow has a tall, slender figure, with forest green hair flowing down to her waist. Her eyes are sharp and piercing, her facial expression usually one of disinterest. She wears subtle makeup (soft eye makeup combined with tinted lip gloss) and regularly paints her nails. Her ears are pierced: two earrings in each lobe, an additional tragus and helix piercing adorn her right ear. Willow’s style can be described as feminine and classy. Her closet consists of neutral-colored items. She likes to wear tops which are formfitting around her waist, accentuating her delicate figure. She often pairs these with longer skirts or flowy trousers. She usually finishes her outfit with a pair of heels or ankle boots, although in summer these are exchanged for flats or stylish sandals. Jewelry is also never missing in her outfit. In general, she spends a lot of time and effort on her appearance.

Personality:
Willow is a quick-learner, making her one of the top students. In class, she solely speaks up to ask detailed questions, adding to her mysterious, looming aura. Because of her looks and wit, her fellow students would describe Willow as cold and intimidating. Many would say she has the potential to become a prodigy, but little do they know Willow completely lacks the motivation for it: although she studies chemistry, her interests are not in the exact sciences at all. Instead, art is one of the few things that makes her heart quiver. In her past-time she frequently visits museums and browses for new exhibitions or dance performances. Willow also practices singing, albeit only when she is at home. She has been doing so for a few years, starting when she was still living with her parents. She would sing whenever she was alone in her room. She got plenty of opportunity for this as her parents were often gone for longer periods of time, attending conferences or performing field studies abroad.

Willow has a love-hate relationship with people. She finds them interesting and would love to talk to her peers, but she finds it hard to approach them since they seem to act distant towards her. She easily gets jealous when she observes others interacting, seemingly doing so with ease. This makes her bitter at times; snappy remarks from her are not rare.

Her parents get to see a softer side of her. Their bond is however not close. Both of them being green-haired biologists, they expect Willow to tread in their footsteps and follow the path of science and academia, which Willow experiences like a burden on her shoulders. Partially because of this Willow moved out immediately when she started college. Because of her awkward relationship with her peers, she chose to live in a flat close to the campus rather than in the dorms.

Likes:
+ fashion, makeup
+ art
+ singing
+ coffee
+ the night
+ insects, beetles in particular
Dislikes:
- crowds
- small talk
- summer, hot weather specifically

Backstory:
Willow was born as the only-child to two green-haired biologists. Her father is an ecologist, while her mother specialized in microbiology. She spent the first few years of her life in the more rural part of Roshe. Taking after her father, she could often be found exploring meadows and climbing trees. Willow’s father would be delighted whenever she would come back home with beetles and empty bird nests. Her enthusiasm for nature however faded as she grew older, much like her playful personality. She grew quiet and more serious, as she was unable to connect to her classmates. Being an observant child, she started to realize the differences made between the hair-colors, and started to stick more with the other green-haired children in the hope to find kindred spirits. Although she certainly found this group to be more similar to her, she never felt quite at home. This alienated feeling remains with her to this day.

Relationships: TBA

Trivia:
- Willow tends to tap on tabletops and Erlenmeyer flasks with her longer nails, and flicks them when she is feeling frustrated or nervous.
- Theme song: MISSIO – Can You Feel The Sun

 

[Prodigious Mage]

"...could be worse, we could've died."
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Character Name: Asher Maxine Hassenfeld
↳ Nickname(s): Ash, Mistress Hassenfeld, That Chick Who Coughed Up Blood In Introduction To Design
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Panromantic Demisexual
Occupation: College Student [Business Major, Art Minor], Part-Time Barista
Hair Color: Stark White

Appearance: Ahser Hassenfeld is a notably slender young woman, if almost scrawny do to her many noted health problems, and is noted for her long white hair, typically worn loose, with a small pair of braids coming from her temples, piercing red eyes, and pale skin. She is known to resemble her mother, Andrea Hassenfeld neè Schmidt, greatly despite the difference in coloring.

Typically, her wardrobe consists of very dark colors, and is typically known to wear form fitting undershirts with a longsleeved overshirt that reaches to her mid-thigh, a large overcoat with white details that's at least three sizes too big for her, long dark leggings, and shorts that reach just below her knee, she also leans towards dark boots and sneakers.

Personality: Sharp tongued and dry humored, Ashe4 typically presents herself as a deeply jaded young woman with a rather... Morbid outlook on life. So yeah, Asher Hassenfeld is what you might call a misanthropic asshole, she's not overly fond of people, and much prefers the company of animals, and only those she considers hers and would very much like to keep it that way, for all appearances.

Beyond this though, her general attitude is relatively amiable if only for the fact that she likes NOT getting punched in the face. She's distant from most people, and would rather keep it that way, however she does have a few people she holds high respect for, as few and far between as they might be. Even her father isn't in this list, and she'd sooner die than admit her brother and his wife are on it... So good look getting on it.

She also shows a notable soft spot for small children, and has, on occasion, been physically forced to let go of a toddler. This stems from her own childhood, and a want to at least give every child a single bit of kindness as she was given by her... Exceedingly few friends.

Likes: Sushi, Spicy Food, Drawing, Fishing, Harp Playing, Dorayaki, Anything relating to pork, being able to provide for herself, her sister-in-law.

Dislikes: Sweets, Tempura, Beans, Most Milk Products, Reminders About Her 'Impending' Death.

Backstory: While most suspect that Asher's mother died in childbirth, with good reason, few know that the woman actually lived until her youngest child's seventeenth year of existence.

The stories actually a lot less complicated than most think.

The one thing Felix and Andrea seem to actually have in common is that both were far to afraid to interact with their daughter in a meaningful way when she was younger for fear that she wouldn't make it past ten, and the reasonable amount of anger Felix had towards his wife in the early stages of Asher's life was well founded, believing her to be the result of an affair rather than a genetic fluke from his wifes side of the family. Thus, they threw themselves into their work so they wouldn't have to deal with that reality, much less acknowledge the potential bastard running around their household.

Except, Asher kept living. Hell for a small amount time between the ages of eleven and thirteen, you could even say she was thriving.

And, eventually, after a lot of tears and heartbreak from both sides, and a metric ton of bullshit, Asher stopped caring about their opinons, and whether they showed up to her recitals, or competitions, or anything, and neither could really gather the courage to apologize to their own daughter as the years dragged on. So... they just stopped.

Eventually, Andrea died due to complications during a surgery after a car crash some weeks after Asher's seventeenth birthday, and that was the end of the mother daughter relationship that was never really there to begin with.

Asher doesn't think she has enough to be mad about to be honest, neither likely wanted her in the first place, and Kai was over fifteen years older than her, he had his own life before she was even born, and he certainly never signed on to raise his infant sister.

That doesn't take away the bitter taste in her mouth, or the anger that surges under her skin, whenever her father sends another suitor her way, thinking he has every right to insert himself into her life despite never even attempting to try.

Relationships: [T.B.A.]

Trivia:
- Her father has no sustained contact with her outside of dropping a couple thousand in her bank account every so often. She is both grateful and deeply bitter over this, and would rather he just... scream at her. Or talk. Or beg... or anything that would constitute as actual care towards his only daughter.

- She has an older brother named Kai, who's more or less been 'Spirited Away By The Fae' as she says, what he's actually doing is anyone's guess. He inherited their mothers hair color, so she generally assumes medical based work, but the last time they spoke he mentioned something to do with Napalm, chicken wire, and crazy exes so she thinks it might be a tad more complicated then that.

- Asher has a small army of doctors firmly dedicated to figuring out exactly what the fuck is wrong with her body, and why it's main function seems to be rebelling against the action of living.

It's... a slow going process.

Off the top of the list of what exactly is wrong with Asher Maxine Hassenfeld...

An unidentified blood disorder that is rather surprising in the fact that she doesn't simply keel over dead, an inability to digest a large number of solid foods, severe lactose intolerance, some truly horrible eyesight, and a frighteningly low white blood cell count.

And a sense of morbid humor that has people hitting her over the head more often than not.

- Once broke her hand after she punched her childhood bathroom mirror. There was glass imbeded in her knuckles for over six weeks before she finally caved and got surgery to remove it all.

What brought this on is anyone's guess.

- Dated a Red named Arlo Laurier in her younger days, unfortunately he joined up with a terrorism group a year afterwards. Something, something, protecting the world from devastation, and denouncing the evils of truth and love. She takes to saying he joined the Hair Dye Mafia, though.

[The fact that every birthday since she has been sent an array of actual, legitimate, Hair Dye does not disprove this fact.

The tiny gravesite where she buries it all gets a small speech and bouquet every December. It's very serious business to her.]

- Legally she's her father's heir, personally, no in the upper echelons of Roshe thinks she'll survive long enough to take over, and is thus legally engaged to someone and her father expects her to marry and consummate before she turns twenty at the latest.

- She went to a performing arts high-school for the most part, but attended extracurricular classes at a highly sought after academic school so she could reasonably get into her college of choice.

(She was also inevitably voted as the person who would likely take-over the world at some point, all because she clocked the Journalism student in the jaw.)

 

[StaidFoal]

Character Name: Bud Fleming
↳ Nickname(s): Crazy Guy, Tinfoil
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Occupation: Unemployed
Hair Color: Green

Appearance: Most people stay away from Bud solely because of his appearance. He is never not moving, always swaying lightly, glancing around himself as though he's being watched, fiddling with his fingers, and always muttering something under his breath. He constantly looks disheveled, walking with a noticeable hunchback. Bud's hair is messy and long especially in the front where it covers his eyes. Also of note is just how pale he is, a result of rarely going outside.

Personality:

• jittery
• fearful
• anxious
• delusional

It would be an understatement to say that Bud is not all there. The ones in power in Roshe are up to something, and he knows it. Things just aren't right; he's meant to be a genius, he understands when things fall into this pattern. It's this pattern of skepticism and suspicion that has made Bud the paranoid shut-in he is today. He is afraid of people and the world around him. He believes in things that many others would find ridiculous, but Bud is certain he is onto something. Other than that, he has a strong sense of cleanliness to the point he's almost obsessive about it. It gets his mind off of things.

Likes:
+ stress balls
+ black coffee
+ organizing things
+ cleaning

Dislikes:
- having nothing to do
- crowds
- government workers

Backstory: Bud Fleming used to be popular; the smartest kid in school, and winner of however many rewards at chemistry fairs and school-wide science competitions. Not one to act too nerdy or arrogant, and not bad in the looks department, either. He'd been paranoid about his place at the top of academics since elementary school, though he's done a good job of masking it. If you were to compare him from then to now, you'd think they were completely different people.

It was a completely sudden change, happening in the middle of college courses. Bud was becoming increasingly nervous about something. He'd glance over his shoulder in a cold sweat and jump at the slightest things. There were strange things he said about the government. He claimed there was a dome above Roshe, and the indigos manipulated the weather to their will. Bud expressed bizarre things about hair colors, and that "something is happening behind the scenes."

He had seen things, and the gnawing paranoia that was with him since elementary school only escalated his condition. Bud realized things about Roshe's society, from the special treatment of indigos to the mysterious disappearances of hair dye dealers and white-hairs. Why did their lives have to be controlled by the colors of their hair? Why did white-hairs never make it past a certain age, with many of their deaths under suspicious circumstances? Where did the vanishing people go...? Could the government have been behind all of this...? Would he "vanish" for thinking these things...?

Bud gradually distanced himself from everything, from his friends to college entirely. He fled his house, taking refuge in an impoverished apartment where he barricaded himself inside.

With only a phone and computer to his name now, he took to the internet as his only source of... anything, really. He created a throwaway account to take part in an online forum he found; one that, constantly changing its URL, discussed Roshe's problems and conspiracies. Amid like-minded people, Bud finally felt validated for his thoughts that he once believed were outlandish and foolish that he followed.

Only occasionally heading out for necessities, much of Bud's days comprise staying in his apartment with no lights save for the computer and phone. Many see him as a green-hair gone crazy, and they might be right.

Relationships: (For later.)

Trivia:
- Bud mellows out in the rare times he gets drunk

Spoiler: Before Going Mad

 

[Yakov011001]

Character Name: Luce Laurent Flynn
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Occupation: Detective
Hair Color: Imperial Indigo #552066


"Don't misunderstand, any perceived misstep is but another cog in my grand machine; same as you."

Appearance: The Flynns have been a mainstay in the Indigo society for near the entirety of Roshe's history, and are highly identifiable by their Imperial Indigo hair, as well as a particular hair shape that follows their bloodline. They haven't forgotten their roots, though; many members of the family wear black and red, as a reminder of where they came from before the mutation that gave them their place in Indigo society. This is a tradition Luce proudly wears. In contrast to his sharp, slicked-back indigo coiff, Luce is often found in scarlet red overcoats, cardigans, and other miscellaneous outerwear that hides pitch black shirts and skinny jeans. His eyes are also reflective of this past in their dull crimson glow, and their hooded shape does nothing to help how intimidating it can make him seem.

Personality: Despite his sharp and leering demeanor and how intimidating his features and posture can make him seem, Luce is actually a very respectful and caring person. This does not stop him from getting cross very easily though, and he still maintains an authoritative and verbose voice.
Likes and Dislikes: Given his background and position, Luce enjoys the luxury of power and authority; he's made it a point to be someone that people would follow willingly though. That said, he's married to his job and can't stand any downtime or vacations, he can never find out what to do with himself. Recently however, he's found some solace in cooking.

Backstory: Born into the House of Flynn by the blood of Councilman Apollo Flynn and Prosecutor Isis Flynn: Luce Laurent Flynn was destined to lead the same way his parents had, and he could not have been more excited to join them in that endeavor. Still, no one is quite sure why he decided to become a detective of all things. He found himself in the employ of the Roshe Police Department's Dye Hunters: a special operations division that pursues potential hair dye operations and the people who participate.​