[hider=Alyssa Green][center][h1][color=#708090]Alyssa Deserae Green[/color][/h1]
[IMG]http://i.imgur.com/Bmkk3QW.png[/IMG]
[i]"The four most beautiful words in our common language: I told you so.”[/i]
-[b]Gore Vidal[/b][hr]
[color=#708090][b][u]Name:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Alyssa Deserae Green[/indent]

[color=#708090][b][u]Nickname:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Lyss
Lyssa
Queen[/indent]

[color=#708090][b][u]Birth Date:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]12/25/1998[/indent]

[color=#708090][b][u]Age:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]18[/indent]

[color=#708090][b][u]Gender:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Female[/indent]

[color=#708090][b][u]Sexuality:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Whatever she feels like[/indent]

[color=#708090][b][u]Relationship Status:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Steamy[/indent]

[color=#708090][b][u]Occupation:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Eventual CEO of a massive media and technology conglomerate, until then: a spender of her parents money[/indent]

[color=#708090][b][u]Classification:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Senior[/indent]

[color=#708090][b][u]Role:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Not sure yet[/indent]

[color=#708090][b][u]In Depth Appearance:[/u][/b][/color]

[img]http://i.imgur.com/eK4MEbd.gif[/img]

[indent]In a word? Gorgeous. In two words? Extremely gorgeous. Long, meticulously cared for blonde hair, and soft green eyes frame a face that most commonly wears a smug ‘I’m better than you and I [i]know it[/i]’ smirk. Her teeth are pearly white and almost scary in how straight they are. She had braces, and is more than happy to say that those god forsaken things have fucked directly off, but she appreciates the work they did and takes the utmost care of her teeth, lest she be sentenced to something similar [i]again[/i]. Alyssa knows how attractive she is, and doesn’t pretend that upkeep is a game or a false god.

She likes jewelry. She [i]really[/i] likes jewelry. The 24 karat diamond tennis bracelet on her right wrist? Twenty thousand dollars. The massive green rocks in her ears? Fourteen thousand dollars. The golden necklace wrapped around her neck, with a huge ruby pendant? Seven thousand dollars(she says it was ten thousand.). And, finally, on her left pinky toe, another diamond ring. And that’s just on a day-to-day basis, her actual selection is [i]much[/i] wider, but hidden away in a jewelry box in her room, taken out only when the occasion allows for it.

Alyssa dresses in expensive, comfortable clothing. She favors tank tops and short-shorts over dresses and skirts, though she has plenty of those as well. One thing she is [i]always[/i] sure of is to be positive that her bra and panties are [i]matching[/i]. To Alyssa, this is imperative, for she never knows when they’ll be seen next.

She can also occasionally be found lounging in her cheerleader outfit.[/indent][h1][color=#708090][u]M Y  Q U I R K S[/u][/color][/h1]

[img]http://i.imgur.com/cUGQXhZ.gif[/img]

[color=#708090][b][u]Habits | Quirks | Oddities[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]Chews on her index finger from time to time, there’s no trigger or underlying reason. She just likes to
[*]An apparent British accent
[*]Snaps her fingers at the nearest person when she wants something done, points at whatever she wants done, then scoffs whenever her will isn’t acted upon(though it usually is), then does it herself, complaining all the while
[*]She’s kind of an alcoholic[/list][/indent]

[color=#708090][b][u]Hobbies:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]Parties, raves, all the good shit
[*]Drinking
[*]Sex
[*]Shopping
[*]Ordering her servants around
[*]Lounging by her pool, or on her family’s private beach
[*]Exploring the estate’s grounds, accompanied by her trusted dog [url=http://i.imgur.com/K6Apv9P.png]Turk[/url], possibly the only thing she loves(aside from her butler, Butler)[/list][/indent]

[color=#708090][b][u]Likes:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]Sex, drugs, rock n roll
[*]Lemmy
[*]Evalyn Jones
[*]To a lesser extent, Bryant O’Connor
[*]Southern food, music, culture, and accents
[*]Comics, and anything coming from comic book source material
[*]Owning better things than her peers
[*]People who listen to her(she tends to reinforce good behaviour via ‘treats’)
[*]Alcohol
[*]Bianca Salazar
[*]Strawberries(she makes a conscious effort to always have some on her)
[*]Classical music
[*]Rap music
[*]Butler[/list][/indent]

[color=#708090][b][u]Dislikes:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]Learning that someone has something better than her
[*]Audrey Huntsberg
[*]Most electronic music
[*]Raspberries(how dare they come from the same food group as her beloved strawberries!)
[*]Chili flakes
[*]The parts of her house with less than 5 bars of wi-fi(of which there are surprisingly many. She's always finding a new 'deadzone' and Butler quickly orders a new repeater to fix it for the Queen)[/list][/indent]

[color=#708090][b][u]Fears:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]Whooping cough
[*]Spiders
[*]Closed spaces[/list][/indent]

[color=#708090][b][u]Personality:[/u][/b][/color]

[img]http://i.imgur.com/SPRhO1Y.gif[/img]

[u]♦ Intelligent ♦ Controlling ♦ Confident ♦ Entitled ♦[/u]
[indent]It’s unfair to say Alyssa isn’t worthy of the title her parents plan to hand her upon their retirement. She’s more than intelligent enough to handle running the family business. In fact, Alyssa is so intelligent that she often opts to not go to school, and instead sit in her home, showing up when she feels like doing so and on important test days. Who would stop her? Her parents are almost always gone for this business trip or that business trip, and they tend to ignore calls from the school anyway… Besides, certain members of the school, both staff and students alike [i]prefer[/i] it when she isn’t there, if only because there’s some freedom from her constant commanding tones and seemingly endless demands.

Lyssa feels she is entitled to things because of her parents’s money and power. If she can’t have something on the spot, she’ll simply th row money at it until she [i]can[/i] have it. In her mind, the end always justifies the means, and no matter how much [i]effort[/i] or money it takes, Alyssa will always get her way in the end. It’s just the way things go around her, and it’s often easier to just accept that than to try and fight it.

She likes to be in control, in any and every situation. She has people paid to be at her beck and call 24/7, and most of them would happily stand in front of a bullet for her. She either loves her servants or loves the ease at which they obey, no one is quite sure which except for the girl herself. It’s been said that she hasn’t worked a day in her life; and it’s true, but the people that say she doesn’t [i]want[/i] to work simply don’t know the full story. Alyssa is merely biding her time and waiting until she is at a point in her life where she can take over the corporation ran and owned by her parents and prove to the world that she isn’t a fluke, or an undeserving spoiledbrat.

In Alyssa’s mind, the company will only do even better under her rule. In her mind, by the time she’s 35, and ready to retire, she’ll run the world, and it’ll be all the better.[/indent][hr][h1][color=#708090][u]D E F I N I N G  M Y  P A S T[/u][/color][/h1]
[color=#708090][b][u]History:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]A Christmas present to her parents, Alyssa barely knows them. She knows of them, of course, a simply Google search in finance, or technology news, and you’ll find them. Multi billionaires. Her father an owner of a massive media and technology conglomerate with fingertips that stretch across the globe, dipping into almost every business one could possibly think of, and her mother from a southern oil baron family(the main distributor of which she now runs), they have a combined networth of roughly 97 billion dollars. Alyssa has been raised by nannies all her life, spending only holidays and birthdays with her parents, time she wishes they had more of. But she’s always understood why they’re always so busy, never growing angry with them for not being around. After all, she’s had plenty of people to play with since she could walk: countless maids, gardeners, a personal butler/bodyguard/chauffeur and whatever else she wants the man(Logan something or other; Alyssa isn’t completely sure, she just calls him Butler) to be at that day and time, and plenty of chefs.

Butler has been by her side since the moment she was born, assigned to her by her parents to keep her safe. Originally, she thought herself special, and the inclusion of Butler into her life fueled her imagination until it came to the conclusion that the massive estate she lived on was her castle, and she its princess. After all, who else would need a [i]bodyguard[/i]? She wasn’t certain, but she was pretty damn sure that Butler has killed [i]someone[/i] in his past.

Regardless, once she came to that conclusion, at around age 10, Alyssa held onto it for dear life, and the only thing that’s changed since then is she is no longer a princess, but instead a queen. She sometimes insists that newcomers to her home refer to her as such, often refusing to speak with those who won’t call her a queen.

Alyssa’s accent is British, though she and both her parents are raw, red-blooded Americans. The accent comes from the different English nannies that raised her, and from conversing with Butler, who is also English in heritage. Alyssa spent most of her schooling years being homeschooled, though she met two friends: the daughter and son of her parents’s law firms, Evalyn and Bryant O’Connor. They met when an emergency meeting was called, and all three sets of parents brought their child along. Alyssa, then around nine or ten, suggested Butler as an impromptu babysitter. Naturally, Butler accepted.

After the parents walked away, Alyssa looked at Evalyn and announced that since [i]her[/i] parents were Eva’s parents’s boss, that meant Alyssa was [i]Eva’s[/i] boss. At this point, she ordered Eva to fetch her a juice box from the lunchbox. After the other girl obeyed… well, as Alyssa would say: “She fetched the juice box, and I’ve kept her ever since.”

Whenever she has guests over for ‘[i]playtime[/i],’ Butler stands at her door and waits. She took up drinking at the age of 15 and never put it down. It’s her only(if you ask her) weakness.[/indent][hr][h1][color=#708090][u]M I S C .[/u][/color][/h1]
[color=#708090][b][u]Extracurricular Activities:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Cheerleading, where she is the captain[/indent]

[color=#708090][b][u]Anything Else:[/u][/b][/color]

[img]http://i.imgur.com/4spoNUO.gif[/img]

[indent][url=http://i.imgur.com/975pm1F.png]Logan Everett[/url] -- [color=#708090][i]This is Butler. My...ah, butler.[/i][/color] -- Logan is never far from his charge, not letting her out of his sight. He has been at this for 17 years, since the minute she was born, and he will continue until he dies. He is always armed and extremely dangerous, and very quiet. In fact, he almost only speaks when Alyssa herself speaks to him, and dislikes conversing with any of her peers, unless Miss Green insists. Undoubtedly Alyssa’s favorite person, her best friend through and through.

[url=http://i.imgur.com/MaH47fm.jpg]Wolfe Green[/url] -- [color=#708090][i]This is Daddy. I don’t know him very well, but he’s [b]far[/b] more important than yours. Prove me wrong. You can’t.[/i][/color] -- Alyssa’s rich father, he is always out on business trips across the country and rarely has time for his little girl, though his constant referring to her as ‘princess’ has only reinforced her belief that her home is her castle.

[url=http://media.oregonlive.com/ent_impact_tvfilm/photo/bethriesgraf-portland-julyjpg-76cb63440d302031.jpg]Aurora Green[/url] -- [color=#708090][i]My Mother. Still better than yours, still don’t know her that well.[/i][/color] -- A similar story to Wolfe, though Aurora makes a greater effort to keep in contact with their daughter, sending quite a few text messages and doing her best to make time for skype calls.

[url=http://i.imgur.com/K6Apv9P.png]Turk[/url] -- [color=#708090][i]My puppy. My pride and joy. My protector.[/i][/color] -- Turk is Alyssa’s four-year-old Border Collie. She loves him with every fiber of her being, taking him on long, massive walks around the estate daily. This is one of the few times Butler is away from her; Turk is the only thing he trusts to take care of her. Regardless, Butler watches from afar.

[url=http://i.imgur.com/yC5UrZI.png]The Stentorian Estate[/url] -- [color=#708090][i]Welcome to my castle. Don’t get lost, I won’t send Butler or Turk to find you.[/i][/color] -- The Green family’s [i]massive[/i] estate, with a huge driveway leading up to it. Surrounded by 75 acres of perfectly tended grass, which breaks off into a forest(also owned by the Greens), the estate is nothing to scoff at, with the house itself being almost monolithic in size. It’s almost comical, how large the house is, considering that Alyssa virtually lives there all her own. There’s also a guest house on the grounds, and a house where her 24/7 servants live. Not far away is a beach owned by the Green family. There is also a small building dedicated to the security of the grounds, where two lucky guards get to sit and watch security cameras all day.

The Garage -- [url=http://i.imgur.com/m6lWbYw.png]Blue Ferrari 458 Italia[/url], [url=http://i.imgur.com/r3A6KtD.png]Black Bugatti Veryon[/url], [url=http://i.imgur.com/9CRleTn.png]Black Lamborghini Sesto Elemento[/url], [url=http://1hosj01irnixn8onr1zmv5s1.wpengine.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/Koenigsegg_One1_Front_02.jpg]silver and black Koenigsegg One:1[/url], [url=http://1hosj01irnixn8onr1zmv5s1.wpengine.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/AgeraRspeedracer.jpg]white Koenigsegg Agera R[/url], [url=http://i.imgur.com/1Mcz8sr.png]black Mercedes Benz S-Class[/url], [url=http://i.imgur.com/DUAoK8v.png]white Maserati Ghibli[/url], a few tricked out golf karts, polaris Razors, dirt bikes, and quads for traveling around the estate and nearby forest with ease. -- [color=#708090][i]And these are my toys. You can look, but don’t touch. Except for you, Violandrea, I suppose you can touch some of them.[/i][/color] -- The garage is underneath the main building, almost hidden in part of the driveway, with the entry tunnel opening to reveal the garage only when Alyssa punches in the security code, known only to her, her parents, Butler, and possibly Turk. No one can be too sure. While Alyssa doesn’t actually drive the imported sports cars very often, she very much likes the Mercedes and Maserati, which she has Butler drive to get her from place to place. The dirtbikes, golf carts, and Razors are her favorite rides, and she likes to take them from place to place when possible.[/indent][hr][/center][/hider]

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[hider=David][center][h1][color=#228B22]D A V I D  M A L C O L M  P O W E R S[/color][/h1]
[IMG]http://i.imgur.com/y1JD8va.png[/IMG]
[i]"Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return."[/i]
-[b]Leonardo da Vinci[/b][hr]
[color=#228B22][b][u]Name:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]David Malcolm Powers[/indent]

[color=#228B22][b][u]Nickname:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Powers
Malcolm
Davy[/indent]

[color=#228B22][b][u]Birth Date:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]6/7/1998[/indent]

[color=#228B22][b][u]Age:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]17[/indent]

[color=#228B22][b][u]Gender:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Male[/indent]

[color=#228B22][b][u]Sexuality:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Hetero[/indent]

[color=#228B22][b][u]Relationship Status:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Single af[/indent]

[color=#228B22][b][u]Occupation:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]N/A, too focused on the pursuit of the happiness[/indent]

[color=#228B22][b][u]Classification:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Junior[/indent]

[color=#228B22][b][u]Role:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Head Skater[/indent]

[color=#228B22][b][u]In Depth Appearance:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Messy hair, a pair of expensive earbud headphones and a dorky smile are all staples of Davy’s appearance. Maybe, if he brushed his hair it’d look neat, but he just [i]doesn’t[/i] have time. He’s been wearing the same sweatshirt for what seems like the entirety of his time in school(he buys it up a size as he grows). Underneath it, he wears a wacky assortment of t-shirts with pictures, images, and sayings that he thinks are hilarious, though his lucky shirt(the one he wears the most often) is one that says across the front: “ALI, BOMAYE.” Rarely, though, is the world exposed to these ‘great’ images; he never wants to take the sweatshirt off.

He’s kind of tall, and isn’t muscular, nor fat. He’s just… decisively average in build, though he has massive amounts of stamina built up from the running and jumping he tends to do when ‘exploring’ the urban streets of Beverly Hills and its surrounding cities. For pants, he wears shorts, and almost nothing but. [i]Comfortability[/i] is key, as far as he is concerned, fashion wise.

He has three pairs of shoes: a good pair of hiking boots for when his treks take him to the mountains, a pair of skating shoes for when he wants to get around on his board, and a pair of running shoes for when he wants more maneuverability.[/indent][h1][color=#228B22][u]M Y  Q U I R K S[/u][/color][/h1]
[color=#228B22][b][u]Habits | Quirks | Oddities[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]Does his best to listen to a song he’s never heard daily
[*]Opens every day with an hour of yoga
[*]Zones out and chews on his thumb
[*]Always carries an undisclosed amount of Air Heads on his person
[*]Has a map of Beverly Hills and the surrounding cities where he’s meticulously marked places based on 4 factors: the people, the food, the shred spots, and the views
[*]One of his favorite and most used phrases is ‘Hakuna matata’(it means no worries)
[*]Tends to hide in his ‘hidey spot,’ the basement he converted to the point of the door being hidden and opening on voice command.[/list][/indent]

[color=#228B22][b][u]Hobbies:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]Parkour
[*]’Extreme’ sports, including but not limited to: skateboarding, BMX, freestyle motocross, snowboarding, surfing, and many others(if it can give him an adrenaline rush, he’s tried it)
[*]420 blaze it
[*]Yoga
[*]Drawing
[*]His duck and turtle[/list][/indent]

[color=#228B22][b][u]Likes:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]The sensation of flying
[*]The rush one gets from completing a dangerous stunt
[*]Tony Hawk’s Underground and Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater 2
[*]Billards, which he is shockingly good at
[*]Garlic bread
[*]Drawing
[*]His pets[/list][/indent]

[color=#228B22][b][u]Dislikes:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]Beer
[*]Dirty socks
[*]Ice in his drinks
[*]Cold french fries
[*]Standing around[/list][/indent]

[color=#228B22][b][u]Fears:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]Losing mobility, either through old age or injury
[*]People. [i]Seriously, this is his biggest one.[/i] Fuck people, man.
[*]Bats. Seriously, flying blind rodents who see via sound? Nope.[/list][/indent]

[color=#228B22][b][u]Personality:[/u][/b][/color]
[u]♦ Brave ♦ Headstrong ♦ Adventurous ♦ Stubborn ♦[/u]
[indent]Not an ounce of fear in his body(unless it comes to people), Davy is [i]always[/i] on the prowl for the next big jump, or the next big trick that he can pull off. He’s an obvious adrenaline junkie, always in pursuit of the next line he can skate or the next mountain he can jump from. He’s adventurous, and this has caused him to travel around the state, exploring mountains and wilderness with excitement. He’s a bit too brave, though, and sometimes it has lead to him biting off more than he can chew and trying to complete a trick he ends up being incapable of doing. No matter, what, Davy always gets up and tries again.

And tries. And tries. Until he finally gets it. Davy is stubborn to an almost unfun extent, he’ll run at a brick wall over and over again until he breaks through it. This has led to a few incidents where his furious parents try to convince him to step down from a jump or a trick that they deem too dangerous, and Davy defiantly scheming to get it done anyway. He hasn’t been seriously hurt--[i]yet[/i]. And that simple fact has led the young man to believe himself invincible.

When it comes to other people, he’s extremely laid back and easygoing. He’s indifferent as to what people think of him, and he doesn’t actively seek out social engagements, he’s far too focused on where the adventure of life will lead him to next. He’s a little bit of a stoner, not to the point that he gets too high to do anything, but it’s noticeable in his eyes, and he has been called out by teachers from time to time, though he always replies the same way: ‘I’m just high on life.’ Which isn’t a [i]total[/i] lie…

All in all, he’s a well liked dude, focused on the ultimate pursuit of happiness and almost nothing else. He doesn’t have time for high school drama, and does his best to disassociate himself from it, to the point of hiding in the hall closets.

Davy is also quite socially awkward, due to a certain event in his past. He goes to therapy for it, but really has no way to deal with his feelings and literal fear of other humans, other than drawing, which he does a lot of.[/indent][hr][h1][color=#228B22][u]D E F I N I N G  M Y  P A S T[/u][/color][/h1]
[color=#228B22][b][u]History:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]The eldest son of a wealthy business owner and his stay-at-home mom wife, David has had a pretty laid back and easy life, and it shows in the way he acts. He’s never had to want for anything, his parents have always provided what he asks for in return for him fulfilling his part of the agreement: a simple list of chores. Every since he learned how to ride his first bike, it’s been a struggle to get him off of whatever set of wheels he’s using. Though his parents purchased him an expensive car for his 16th birthday, David had no interest in it, and only recently started driving it to school instead of skating there, only so he can drive his recently turned freshman brother to and from the highschool.

Around age seven, an incredibly traumatic event happened, leaving him with PTSD, and a huge fear of people, coupled with huge social anxiety. It wasn’t until he was almost 14 that he finally began going to therapy for it. Though by that time, he had long since realized the only way he could really deal with things was by… drawing. He draws a lot, and has taken to a comic book style, and he’s quite good at it. He draws all the people in his life as heroes or villains, depending on how their interactions go, and has drawn one or two short comic books. Around 13, he started smoking weed, which he has pleasantly enjoyed since--it’s really good at keeping him calm and letting him deal with the people he otherwise can’t stand.

At fifteen, at the suggestion of his therapist, David and his parents(whose remodeling skills came into handy) remade their basement into his secret spot. To this day, he’s still adding to it; at this point, it has a secret door, built into the wall and opened by Davy’s voice, beanbags, a drawing table, a TV, and a computer. There’s also a spot built in for his two semi-aquatic pets.

He has a trophy case in his room, where he houses various medals and awards from different sporting events he’s partaken in. At age fifteen, he convinced his parents to let him go skydiving, and since then he has been obsessed with learning to do it well enough that he can go on his own. He’s only recently gotten to the point where he’s comfortable and ‘well-trained’ enough to do it, but he isn’t quite age 18 and his parents won’t sign the waiver to let him do it. To his dismay, this has raised a feeling of annoyance in Davy’s head that he’s never, ever felt before and he brings it up with his mom almost every day, asking her to please, pretty pretty please sign the damn thing so he can move on with his life.

All Davy wants is to feel like he’s flying again. He fills the void created by the lack of careening back down to earth at high speeds with [i]smaller[/i] jumps, from ramping up and down the halfpipe he built in his parent’s back yard, to driving out of town and to a river not too far away, jumping off of a cliff into it. None of it, though, is quite the same. He’s been quietly considering buying a wingsuit and giving [i]that[/i] a shot.

In the sky, everyone looks like ants instead of the giant intimidating monsters they are when he has to try and look them in the eyes.[/indent][hr][h1][color=#228B22][u]M I S C .[/u][/color][/h1]
[color=#228B22][b][u]Extracurricular Activities:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Various extreme sports[/indent]

[color=#228B22][b][u]Extra:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]yes, still haven’t heard anything from 2016. >_>[/indent]

[color=#228B22][b][u]Anything Else:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Troy’s cousin; Davy’s father is Troy’s mother's brother; Troy's father is a co-owner of the landscaping and remodeling business they own
Owns a duck named Sprinkles, and a turtle named Frosting. Sprinkles and Frosting. Geddit?[/indent][/center][hr][/hider]

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[hider=Troy][center][h1][color=#3545c4]Troy Markus Blake III[/color][/h1]
[IMG]http://i.imgur.com/ZsAF7Um.png[/IMG]
[i]“You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life.” [/i]
[b]― Winston S. Churchill[/b][hr]
[color=#3545c4][b][u]Name: Troy Markus Blake III[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]T R O Y  M A R K U S  B L A K E  I I I[/indent]

[color=#3545c4][b][u]Nickname:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Troy[/indent]

[color=#3545c4][b][u]Birth Date:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]1/1/1998[/indent]

[color=#3545c4][b][u]Age:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]18[/indent]

[color=#3545c4][b][u]Gender:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Male[/indent]

[color=#3545c4][b][u]Sexuality:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Straight[/indent]

[color=#3545c4][b][u]Relationship Status:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Single, forever[/indent]

[color=#3545c4][b][u]Occupation:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Waiter at a local diner[/indent]

[color=#3545c4][b][u]Classification:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Senior[/indent]

[color=#3545c4][b][u]Role:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Rebel[head if possible idk anymore][/indent]

[color=#3545c4][b][u]In Depth Appearance:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]About 6’2”, and relatively muscular(for a high-schooler), Troy’s grown into his personality, so to speak. He’s every bit as intimidatingly looking as he acts. He often has bruises on his stomach and sides from the more controlled fighters he goes against in the combat club, but the highschoolers he goes against leave blood stained mementos on his face. Busted lips and black eyes are almost as staple to his appearance as game day jerseys are to the jocks. His nose is kind of crooked as a reult of being broken once or twice(or maybe five times).

He wears simple t-shirts and pants, not seeing much reason to dress overly fancy. He has a leather jacket that he’s very fond of, and in the pockets he keeps his essential everyday carries: his cell phone, his headphones, band-aids, phone charger, lighter,a pair of MMA gloves to protect his knuckles when fighting, and a pocket knife. His shoes are worn out and he very obviously needs a new pair, though for whatever reason, he refuses to purchase one.[/indent][h1][color=#3545c4][u]M Y  Q U I R K S[/u][/color][/h1]
[color=#3545c4][b][u]Habits | Quirks | Oddities[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][/indent]

[color=#3545c4][b][u]Hobbies:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]Fighting, specifically MMA and boxing, recently joined a combat club
[*]Video games, specifically Battlefront and Diablo 3
[*]Exercise
[*]Caring for his gecko[/list][/indent]

[color=#3545c4][b][u]Likes:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]Waffles, but [i]only[/i] if every square is buttered properly
[*]Bacon, [i]only[/i] when it's extra crispy(read: burned)
[*]Reptiles, he has a pet [url=http://i.imgur.com/gVeGk2S.jpg]crested gecko[/url] named Steven, the only thing he loves(jk i swear)
[*]Picking fights, he’ll fight anyone, anytime, anywhere
[*]Winning, subsequently, winning the fights he picks has nearly become second nature to him; he’s a force to be reckoned with at the school
[*]Disney movies
[*]Moe animes
[*]Movies
[*][i]Soap operas[/i], if you know, don’t you EVER tell
[*]Music, most genres; it's one of the things he does in his free time[/list][/indent]

[color=#3545c4][b][u]Dislikes:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]People backing down from a fight, looking to get punched anyway? This is the way
[*]Bullies, it’s almost hypocritical. [i]Almost[/i]
[*]People saying his gecko is cute or anything less than a fearlessly killing machine, he raise Stevie from birth and Stevie is a fighter just like his owner, dammit!
[*]Blankets, he always sleeps above them
[*]Apple products, H I P S T E R S[/list][/indent]

[color=#3545c4][b][u]Fears:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]Losing, he hasn’t lost a fight since he was in middleschool, and fears if he does the image he’s built for himself will come crashing down around him
[*]Losing Steven, if Stevie died, Troy might actually shed a tear
[*]The fact that he has no idea what he’s doing after high school, hasn’t even vaguely considered it[/list][/indent]

[color=#3545c4][b][u]Personality:[/u][/b][/color]
[u]♦ Confident ♦ Explosive ♦ Fearless ♦ Arrogant[/u]
[indent]Troy’s personality is hard to explain. He seems like a bully to most A and B listers, but to the others he’s almost a protector. Once bullied himself, Troy refuses to stand for it and has taken a sort of ‘head bully’ position at the school, beating off anyone that picks on someone ‘below’ them. Troy can and will fight anyone from the King & Queen bees, to the lowest of the outcasts. He cares not about the social reaction to who he fights, only that those who cannot protect themselves, like he used to be unable to do, are safe.

Some of the lower classmen look up to him in an almost admirable way, to which Troy shakes his head. He doesn’t think he’s anything to be admired; if anything he thinks he should be hated. He considers what he does a necessity, feeling that if he didn’t do it, more people would get hurt than those that do with him ‘in charge.’ He has few friends, but he doesn’t mind. Those that he [i]is[/i] close to, he is incredibly fond of, and would stick his neck out for in an instant.

Outside of the school, Troy is vaguely the same, but vastly different. He’ll still fight if necessary; but all he really wants to do when he’s not making sure that the people he deems incapable of taking caring of themselves are saved, is sit at home, playing with Steven and resting on his bed while watching whatever tickles his fancy, recharging from the massive amounts of drama that plague high school life, which he finds to be [i]completely[/i] exhausting. While he doesn’t attend [i]every[/i] party, Troy makes a few choice appearances here and there, to the larger parties.

Troy frequently cuts class and can be found aimlessly wandering the halls while the rest of the students are listening to their teachers. Some of the nerds and geeks willingly do his homework for him, which Troy appreciates, though he doesn’t understand their reasoning; which is if they [i]don’t[/i] do it for him, he’ll beat them too. He didn’t start that particular rumor, but he likes the fact that it’s in place.[/indent][hr][h1][color=#3545c4][u]D E F I N I N G  M Y  P A S T[/u][/color][/h1]
[color=#3545c4][b][u]History:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]There was lots of love for Troy growing up, which lead his mother to be seriously confused as to why he acts the way he does in school. His mother hates that he fights, and anytime he comes home with blood on his hands or his face, he expects a severe tongue lashing from her. His father, on the other hand, has come to terms with his boy’s aggressiveness, and signed him up for MMA classes early in his freshman year, after this all started.

Throughout middle school, Troy was picked on by the ‘big’ kids; the freshman and sophomores, for almost no reason other than that he was younger than they were, and awkward, having not hit puberty quite yet. In his 8th-9th grade summer, he was out walking when he ran into the bullies. He thought he was going to be beaten, again, but a nearby elderly man stepped in, turning every joke and prod the bullies shot at Troy around onto them. The leader of the bullies intended to beat the man, thinking it would be simple due to his age, but the man dropped his cane and dispatched the young guns with expert boxing skills, while Troy looked on in awe.

The man would instantly become Troy’s hero, idol, and role model. They became fast friends; the man’s name is Phil, but Troy affectionately refers to him as ‘the old man’ to the few friends he has. The old man spent the rest of the summer training Troy and teaching him to stand up for himself and those who cannot, much like the old man did for Troy on the day they met. And on his first day in highschool, Troy did exactly that, attacking the bullies who came to mess with him just as they had in the years before, and winning. Since then, he’s had his position in the school be rather clear.

On the first day of his sophomore year, the old man gave Troy the crested Gecko that he very, very much loves. On the day Troy turned sixteen, the old man got him a job at a diner ran by one of his old friends. Troy is beyond grateful for everything Phil has done for him, and has no idea how to pay him back other than to keep doing what he’s doing, which is part of the reason why he fights so hard against people who prey on those who can’t defend themselves.

During the summer between his junior and senior years, the old man died, leaving Troy even more angry and frustrated with the reality of the highschool life he’s stuck in.[/indent][hr][h1][color=#3545c4][u]M I S C .[/u][/color][/h1]
[color=#3545c4][b][u]Extracurricular Activities:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]Combat club[/list][/indent]

[color=#3545c4][b][u]Extra:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]yeah but i don’t have a favorite song from this year sorry[/indent]

[color=#3545c4][b][u]Anything Else:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Anything else you feel like we should know about your character?[/indent][hr][/center][/hider]

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[hider=Connor][center][h1][color=#d32626]Bryant Lance O’Connor[/color][/h1]
[IMG]http://i.imgur.com/8H4zxxX.png[/IMG]
[i]"Just do it."[/i]
-[b]Nike[/b][hr]
[color=#d32626][b][u]Name:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Bryant Lance O’Connor[/indent]

[color=#d32626][b][u]Nickname:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Connor. Seriously, only call him this, no one calls him anything else, most people think it’s just his first name.[/indent]

[color=#d32626][b][u]Birth Date:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]10/17[/indent]

[color=#d32626][b][u]Age:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]17[/indent]

[color=#d32626][b][u]Gender:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Male[/indent]

[color=#d32626][b][u]Sexuality:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Straight, but he could maybe be swayed if he saw a nice enough butt on a boy.[/indent]

[color=#d32626][b][u]Relationship Status:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Single[/indent]

[color=#d32626][b][u]Occupation:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Playing highschool football is a fulltime gig, hello?[/indent]

[color=#d32626][b][u]Classification:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Junior[/indent]

[color=#d32626][b][u]Role:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Head Jock[/indent]

[color=#d32626][b][u]In Depth Appearance:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Fit and athletic, Bryant is a large man. He’s exactly six foot, six and a half inches tall, and around two hundred and thirty-five pounds in weights. He takes care of his body, and exercises every morning, and afternoon with the result easy to see. He has thick, dark, reddish brown hair. His skin is slightly pale despite the time he spends outside. His eyes are a silvery blue, and very soft and easy to look at. Due to an obsession with dental hygiene, his teeth are particularly white, perfectly straight from braces, and never have anything stuck in between them.

When at his house, the man is shirtless as often as he can be, claiming that if everyone were as fit as he, they’d go shirtless too. For pants, he wears felt pajama pants around the house, unless he’s in his own room, then… who wears pants in their own room? Outside of the house, he wears expensive jeans, and collared, well fitted polo shirts. His shoes… that is where he really begins to care. He owns over six different pairs of expensive Air Jordans and other Nike brand shoes, and takes meticulous care of them.[/indent]
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[color=#d32626][b][u]Habits | Quirks | Oddities[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]Has one black and one white lace on each shoe. He relaces a pair before every game, it’s a superstition thing.
[*]Discards chocolate or ice cream as soon as he realizes it’s began to melt
[*]Flosses after every meal, and occasionally after every snack
[*]Always carries a pack of Trident Tropical Twist
[*]Watches Saturday morning cartoons with his younger sister every Saturday morning while building a workout playlist
[*]Keeps a blog that he updates weekly on Sunday, which he’s done for almost 5 years now
[*]Saturdays are his ‘off’ days, so to speak; he doesn’t take any calls, doesn’t hang out with any friends. He spends the days with his younger sister, and it’s well known around the school that bothering him is a total fucking dick move on Saturdays you fucks. Usually, they hang out at the house, but sometimes he takes her to the zoo and the aquarium.[/list][/indent]

[color=#d32626][b][u]Hobbies:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]Exercise
[*]LIstening to music
[*]Practicing/training
[*]Certain video games
[*]Staring at and touching certain female butts around the school[/list][/indent]

[color=#d32626][b][u]Likes:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]Butts
[*]Music, all kinds pretty much
[*]Blondes, redheads, and raven haired babes
[*]Lifting weights
[*]Winning and boasting and winning and all his trophies
[*]Most candies
[*]Exploring and travel
[*]Telling stories
[*]Pro wrestling
[*]Moe animes
[*]Parties
[*]Various fluffy things
[*]His sister, on occasion[/list][/indent]

[color=#d32626][b][u]Dislikes:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]His sister, on other occasions
[*]Sour things
[*]Country music
[*]Movies littered with jump scares[/list][/indent]

[color=#d32626][b][u]Fears:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]Being in -62 degrees F
[*]Electrocution
[*]Open waters
[*]Sharks, holy shit[/list][/indent]

[color=#d32626][b][u]Personality:[/u][/b][/color]
[center][u]♦ Dedicated ♦ Aggressive ♦ Adaptable ♦ Vain ♦ Caring ♦ Competitive[/u][/center]
[indent]He’s got a complex where he simply has to be the best, at whatever he does. Failure is simply not an option, nine times out of ten, it’s success or die. He’s a bit of a womanizer, and is known for having a different girl every other weekend or so. He’s never had a [i]real[/i] relationship, with all the dates and bells and whistles that come with them; instead, Connor is a one-night stand master. To a certain extent, Connor almost is [i]afraid[/i] of commitment.

With a huge competitive side, Connor fuels it largely with sports: football(captain, Quarterback/Wide Receiver switch), basketball(captain, center), baseball(co-captain, pitcher), Ultimate frisbee and disk golf on his off days, track and field when it comes around, and [i]always[/i] weight lifting. Unfortunately, his competitiveness bleeds over into his video game hobby, and he takes them far too seriously. There’s been more than one smashed controller, fist sized holes in the wall, and shattered TVs to come from Madden games where the stupid fucking engine made it so he dropped the fucking ball on the fourth fucking down on the goddamn Super Bowl and didn’t make it into the fucking Hall of Fame or get his ring.

...yeah.

Hardly a poor student, Connor scores almost a 4.0, with Math and certain Science classes(I’m looking at you, advanced physics) being the only places he’ll [i]accept[/i] being a ‘B- player.’ Regardless, when tests are returned with 70%, and 69%, Connor can feel himself getting irrationally angry. His blog is littered with references to his problems with math.

He doesn’t have a lot of free time, what with his studying, girls, training, girls, and more training. And girls. Lots of girls. Either way, he still has [i]some[/i] small amount of freetime, which he happily spends jogging, hiking, and exploring the local hills and what not. He’s decently charismatic and a pretty… fun dude to be around. He likes to tell stories about his life(often exaggerated for comedic effect), and jokes, but he gets rather antsy if he isn’t the immediate focus of the room.[/indent][hr]
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[color=#d32626][b][u]History:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Connor was born after his parents began their now exceptionally successful law firm, and he grew up more or less with a silver spoon in his mouth. He rarely wanted and almost always had. Despite this, he grew up in awe of one of his two childhood friends’s home and possessions, that of Alyssa Green. Alyssa constantly put it in very simple terms: she had more things, she had shinier things. She was just plain better than Connor. Connor was much more partial to Evalyn whom he’s known even longer than Alyssa, but he still enjoys spending time with the Queen, when the occasion calls for it.

His parents possessed a sort of expectation for him, though he met it in almost all fronts. He played junior football, and won, and subsequently fell in love with the sport. Since then, he’s made an effort to be involved in it whenever he can, playing it every year since then and deciding that he’d have a place in the NFL Hall of Fame by the time he was forty, and a Super Bowl ring by 26. He’s always been a Quarterback primarily, though he can play most positions; he favors Wide Receiver second to Quarterback on offense, and enjoys Defensive and Tight End on defense.

Eventually, when he was around 15, Connor kissed a girl, so to speak(read: he boinked one). And he liked it. A [i]lot[/i]. As an up and coming popular, handsome, and successful jock, he found that it was quite easy for him to get [i]different[/i] girls to kiss him. And then have sex with him. At this point, he found his second calling in life: butts.

After over a decade with his two friends, Alyssa and Evalyn, Connor grew slightly apart from them. He still showed up when they asked him to, but rarely ever game of his own volition. He was too busy chasing trophies and ass with the rest of [i]his[/i] team. And yes, it was [i]his[/i] team. By the time he was 16, Connor was unanimously voted team captain. On more than one of the sports team that he played on.

In his Junior and Senior years, Connor hopes to do nothing other than smash every record he can get his hands on, when the state division 1 championship, get noticed by a college scout, and begin his rise to superstardom in the NFL.

And, y’know, party and touch butts.

He can juggle it.[/indent][hr][center][h1][color=#d32626][u]M I S C .[/u][/color][/h1][/center]
[color=#d32626][b][u]Extracurricular Activities:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent][list][*]Football team; Captain, Quarterback, WR, and Tight End
[*]Basketball team; Captain, Center
[*]Baseball team; co-captain, 1st baseman
[*]Ultimate Frisbee
[*]Disk golf association
[*]Though he tries to hide it, anime club[/list][/indent]

[color=#d32626][b][u]Extra:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]Of course!
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uJTB_0jV58o]this count ye?[/url][/indent]

[color=#d32626][b][u]Anything Else:[/u][/b][/color]
[indent]He has a younger sister around age 7 named Olivia. He’s rather fond of her, and happily babysits her every Saturday.[/indent][hr][/center][/hider]

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