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[MenageAUne]

Sara Reyhan Shirazi

S A R A R E Y H A N S H I R A Z I

”Why has woman’s work never been of any account? … Because those who want to emancipate mankind have not included woman in their dream of emancipation.”
Pytor Kropotkin

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Name:
Sara Reyhan Shirazi

Nickname:
Just Sara, nothing fancy.

Birthday:
May 28 (Gemini)

Age:
14

Gender:
Woman

Sexuality:
Super Gay

Relationship Status:
Single

Occupation:
Sneak-thief

Grade:
Freshman

Role:
Niner

In-Depth Appearance:

Though Sara’s family is largely Persian, she is able trace her mother’s lineage a few generations back to Armenia. Her heritage shows most in her nose- relatively narrow, but long - and her eyes - wide-set but wide-opened. She has a light olive complexion and wavy, brown hair that reaches her breast. Paired with naturally medium-thick eyebrows and plump lips, she’s a super cutie, head-to-toe.

M Y Q U I R K S

Habits/Quirks/Oddities
Almost always wears plaid flannels
Has a ring on her left finger that spins, for stimming
Pops her knuckles often
Rolls on her heels when she walks
Left-handed

Hobbies
Badminton
Blogging
Shoplifting

Likes
Coffee and lots of it
Caramel and Peppermint
Cute girls
Communism
Chinese Food

Dislikes
The Bourgeois
Mayonnaise
Neo-liberal politics
White Chocolate
Cherry candy

Fears
The Dark
Heights
Cramped spaces

Personality:

☆ Generous ☆ Stubborn ☆ Intuitive ☆ Spacey ☆

Sara is an idealist, she’s always looking for ways to make things the best that they can be. She spends a lot of time fleshing out her ideals in order to cover every possible facet of her life. She’s slow to trust and is highly intuitive; first impressions with her are key because she is hesitant to change her initial feelings about people. That being said, rarely are her intuitions about people wrong, she prides herself on being able to sniff out the bad apples in a bunch and avoid those people as much as possible.

Sara is always open to lend an ear to a friend in need. She tries to avoid conflict with other people, but at the same time is surprisingly good at resolving conflicts between others. Sara is very flexible, she rarely makes plans in advance and tends to live in the here-and-now as opposed to adhering to a strict schedule. As a result, she is often late to class or to outings with friends.

D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

History:

Like a significant portion of the Hills’ population, Sara comes from a Jewish, Iranian family. Her mother’s family, a few generations ago fled from the genocide in Western Armenia and settled in Tehran - the capital of Iran - where they lived for two generations. Later, when the Iranian revolution came, Sara’s grandparents immigrated to the Hills before the fighting had a chance to begin. There, her mother married another Jewish Iranian immigrant and gave birth to Sara.

While a large number of the Jewish-Iranian immigrants came from wealthy homes, Sara’s family did not. Sara grew up dangerously close to the poverty line. Like something out of “Slums of Beverley Hills,” the family makes a living in one of the poorest areas of California, but have managed to send their daughter to one of the ‘good schools.

Sara attended one of the rougher middle schools that feed into Beverly Hills High. Though she never got any marks on her official discipline record, she had a notorious reputation as a ne'er-do-well, lazy, good-for-nothing. But now that she's moving up into high school, she's hoping to put that reputation aside to look good for prospective colleges. As a result, she's cut off ties with her old circle of friends, though what the future has in store for her, nobody can tell.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

Extracurricular Activities:
Badminton Club

Extra:
My favorite song from 2016 is probably Black Heart or Your Type by (Queen) Carly Rae Jepsen.

Anything Else:

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[Filthy Mudblood]

Hayden Lewis

Hayden Lewis

“Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.” - Buddha

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you're never fully dressed without a smile

Name:

Hayden Alexandra Lewis

Nickname:

'Tiny' because of her height
'Blonde-y' because of her hair

Birth Date:

08 - 23 - 2000

Age:

sixteen years old

Gender:

female

Sexuality:

heterosexual

Relationship Status:

single with her eyes on a special someone o.0

Occupation:

she occasionally will busk in the streets with her dancing, but she's looking for a serious job.

Classification:

junior (?)

Role:

prep

In Depth Appearance:

Hayden doesn't have the most gorgeous features, the most luscious hair, or the most dazzling smile in Beverly Hills, but that does not mean that she isn't pretty. Standing at 5'2" (although she will insist it's 5'3"), Hayden has a lithe, graceful frame with slender limbs and delicate curves. The faint scent of fresh strawberries seems to follow her wherever she goes, along with a handful of smiles, and she will rarely walk without a skip or a rhythm in her stride.

This girl is a natural blonde, and her bright locks reach down to her mid-back when straight. Without any heat or product applied, it tumbles down in soft waves that sometimes verge on frizzy depending on the humidity. To accompany her fair hair, Hayden has doe-like blue eyes framed by dark lashes and arching blonde brows. Her plump lips are almost always pulled up in an open smile, putting her dimples on display and opening up her shy features. She doesn't have necessarily creamy, flawless skin and her pale complexion results in her cheeks appearing even more rosy than usual - if she were to blush, everyone would know it.

Her attire usually leans towards flirty and summery, and she often goes for pastel colours like pink and light blue. Her most worn item of clothing is definitely her silver necklace with the Virgo star sign engraved onto it; for dance competitions she'll unclasp the charm and pin it to her costume for good luck. She isn't really one to flaunt curves or breasts, but they are there to be seen and she is not by any means lacking assets.

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better a diamond with a flaw than a pebble without

Habits | Quirks | Oddities

keeps a diary- she doesn't quite write 'dear diary' at the top of the page and write down what her crush said to her that day; she just likes to jot down her feelings and maybe a drawing or two - she's on her third book now.

FOOD- if it weren't for her relentless dancing, Hayden would most likely be pretty fat. One of her favourite things to do is eat food, primarily chocolate. She loves fruit, though, and often throws together a fruit salad for school in case she's hungry (which she most likely will be).

humming- a habit which may be endearing at first, but will quickly become annoying; whenever she's in a good mood (90% of the time), Hayden will hum whatever tune comes to mind. She's a relatively decent singer, so it's not as if it's out of tune, it just doesn't stop. If someone were to ask her to stop, however, she'd make a special effort to cease her tunes and tap her foot or drum her fingers instead.

superstitious - horoscopes, tarot cards or fate, you name it and Hayden will most likely have some degree of belief in it. She has strong faith in karma and happy endings, which is one of the reasons why she gets so fussed about things going wrong.

never wears a jacket - for some reason, Hayden has never remembered to bring along a jacket. Not once. It's almost as if she has a weird kind of mind block when it comes to extra layers. SO don't be surprised if she asks to borrow your hoodie, because that will happen. A lot.

Hobbies:

- Dancing
- Writing
- Taking videos of other people, herself, anything.

Likes:

- Making people smile and laugh.
- Sunshine.
- Thunderstorms
- Old movies
- Romance
- Chocolate

Dislikes:

- Stereotypical people
- Bullies
- Snow and ice
- Wearing too much makeup
- Raisins
- Diets

Fears:

- Being the source of someone's unhappiness. She will do whatever it takes to make everyone happy.
- Breaking a leg, or anything that'll effect her dancing. It is her life and the source of her joy, so anything that gets in the way scares her.
- Being alone. Hayden is a very sociable person, so having no one to talk to or laugh with is something that worries her a lot.

Personality:

♦ Optimistic ♦ Naive ♦ Charming ♦ Dependant ♦

Hayden is certainly a people-pleaser. One of her top priorities in life is to make sure that everyone around her is happy and healthy. She will go to great lengths to ensure that someone is well, whether they're a good person or not. It is because of this that she tends to let people walk all over her - in order to keep the peace and avoid drama, she views her friend's interests as being above her own. This girl yearns to see the good in everyone, no matter how little there is. A lot of people complain that she isn't her own person, which in some aspects is true, but she defietely does have some defining characteristics to make her who she is.

Her sarcasm is often a pleasant surprise to most, and earns a lot of laughs from the people around her. Because she is so light-hearted, it's difficult to find offence in the things she says - even if it does cross the line from time to time. Hayden is a very sociable young woman, and finds comfort in being surrounded by smiles and happiness. Her positive attitude can be viewed as both charming and annoying, it tends to depend on how cynical one is. Above all, Hayden yearns to understand others. She loves to put herself in other people's shoes and try to picture what they are thinking and feeling at the time.

Being so at ease with people surrounding her has its downfall, however, and Hayden never really feels safe without having someone she trusts nearby. This tends to be the reason why she puts her faith in others so easily, and is pushed around a little in the first place. Hayden is much stronger than she thinks - keeping a level, warm heart is far more exhausting than having a stubborn and opinionated one. What she really needs is someone to help her stand up for herself and realise that her happiness is important too.

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let the past make you better, not bitter

History:

Hayden is the youngest of three siblings, and the baby of her family. Her mother is a well-known doctor, once having her own show on TV in which she quit in order to look after her children. Her and her two brothers have no contact with their father after he left when Hayden was only eighteen months old. It doesn't bother her so much as it intrigues her, especially the reason how this man who sends her a birthday card every year could be living a completely normal life without them.

Hayden's older brother, Michael, is 24 years old and training to become some kind of swimming superstar. Her other brother, Hunter, is 19 years old and picking up computer programming as if it were a casual hobby. It is her brothers' success that drives her onward in her dancing, and pushes her past the limits of talent and into the territory of devotion. Her family has never been the richest in Beverly Hills for sure, but they're still relatively high up when it comes to 'class' and Hayden has never had to go without. Her mother is very protective of her, but pushed her to follow a dancing career, which is not necessarily what she is sure she wants as of yet.

Her school journey has never been too difficult, although she has always struggled in subjects such as mathematics and science. Hayden's social status took off only last year, when her dancing talent was starting to be recognised. She fancies herself to be friends with everyone, which is not necessarily true.

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nothing wrong with a little extra

Extracurricular Activities:

* Member of Norman's dance team
* Parties

Extra:

im basic so most likely 'I hate U, I love U' by gnash

Anything Else:

Hayden's allergic to dogs.
_{has a not-so-subtle crush on Jackson Drake}

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[Joshua Tamashii]

Amelia Averyonna

Amelia A. Averyonna

"A simple life is the best life. I don't need parties, money, or the most expensive thing. I just need peace and quiet, good friends, and the ability to do what I love."
-Amelia Averyonna
Name:

Amelia Alison Averyonna.

Nickname:

Ame: Just a common shortening of her first name, most of her friends call her this.

Ave: Exactly like the first but using her last name instead, making it far less common.

A.A.A or Triple A: A nickname she hates, it's simply a reference to her initials and she finds it highly annoying.

Birth Date:

03/18/2001

Age:

14

Gender:

Female

Sexuality:

Straight

Relationship Status:

Single

Occupation:

Full Time Student

Classification:

Freshman

Role:

Tansfer/Niner

In Depth Appearance:

A budding beauty, Amelia stands at 5 feet tall and weighs about 102 pounds, putting her a little below average in both categories. She has fair, flawless skin, that is unblemished by either piercings or tattoos, and golden hair that flows down to the middle of her back, both of which seem to glow slightly in the sunlight. These features make her steely blue eyes stand out more. Her chest, which is a rather sensitive subject for her, is very lacking, barely able to fill the smallest A-cup she or her parents could find

Amelia's sense of fashion can be best described as simple. When she wears dresses, she prefers them to be simple and monotone, usually without anything extra and spaghetti straps or off-shoulder sleeves. However, she is more often seen in jeans and t-shirts, once again simple and monotone, without anything extra to have it fall into some category of style. She has a preference for the colors green, red, and white when it comes to her dresses and t-shirt.

M Y Q U I R K S

Habits | Quirks | Oddities

Mute
Heart condition: If she's physically pushed too far, she begins coughing up blood.
Enormous Sweet Tooth
Bites down on closest object when thinking. Usually a pencil.
Holds her right arm with her left hand when nervous

Hobbies:

Visual Art: Sketching mostly, but she does dabble in painting.
Nature Walks: She enjoys the outdoors and it serves as the subject of most of her sketches.
Cooking: A more recent hobby, she figures learning now will help her down the line.

Likes:

Quiet places
Good company
Candy and sweets
Rainy days
Gemstones

Dislikes:

Large Crowds
Loud Events
Bullies
Gossip
Being pitied

Fears:

Disappointing her parents and friends
Thunderstorms
Not being seen past her issues.

Personality:

♦ Understanding ♦ Overly Shy ♦ Supportive ♦ Unconfident ♦

Amelia is a very shy and reclusive girl, which is not helped by her muteness and fondness for quiet places. Preferring the company of nature to the company of other humans, Amelia tends to shun social gatherings. However, she is not completely anti-social. Once one can get out her shy personality and inability to talk, they can find a girl who values the company of others, especially those she counts among her friends. She is willing to listen to them and let them vent their griefs to her and help them get over their problems so long as it is within her ability.

Like all people though, she is not without her downsides. Other then her overly shy nature, Amelia lacks any and all traces of self-confidence. She views her sketches and paintings as average or, more often, below average, despite that fact that they are very detailed and realistic works of art. She is also scared that she won't live up to the expectations of others, especially her parents and those she considers friends. To her, disappointing them is tantamount to failing at life. While she is eager the please others, she has a strong sense of right and wrong and will not do anything she views as wrong, even if pressured to do so. If she loses a friend doing something she knows is right, she at least takes solace in doing the right thing, even if she feels terrible afterwards.

When it comes to love, Amelia is inexperienced but knows what she wants. She wants someone who doesn't care or pity her because of her muteness and heart condition. She wants someone who doesn't force her to do things she doesn't want to and will support her, even in the toughest of times. However, she doubts anyone would even be interested in her and doesn't have high hopes of finding anyone.

D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

History:

Born to a middle class family consisting of her father Thomas, a small time business man, her mother Erina, who owned a flower shop, and her older brother Arthur, Amelia has lead a mostly sheltered the protected life. From a very young age, Amelia's health was concerned. The first known problem was her muteness, which was immediately obvious from birth. Her heart condition only became know when she was two, when it was first triggered while playing tag with her older brother. The trip to the hospital revealed that something was wrong with her heart but the doctors were unable to operate due to the exact problem being unknown.

Unable to afford the medical bills that would come with trying to find a cure, Amelia's parents took to caring through their daughter with their own hands. After a few more incidents, they limited her physical activities to a minimum and feeding her a diet to try and strengthen her heart in the hopes that it would help. While nothing did, as a result, Amelia spent a lot of time drawing while watching her mother work.

By the time she was in second grade, her artistic skills were well beyond those of her peers. She was able to accurately draw the flowers in her mother's shop, albeit without the details needed to be considered truly accurate. Seeing this, her parents signed her up for extra art classes and began pushing her to improve. As time went on, they would become overly critical of her work, to the point that it seemed like nothing would satisfy them.

To make matters worse, her brother wasn't very supportive of her either. Jealous of all the attention his little sister was receiving, the boy began bullying her while they were still young. Taking advantage of her inability to talk, and therefore call for help, and inability to fight back for fear of causing more drama, the boy would pull off various cruel, sometimes malicious, stunts. When Amelia was only six, he locked her out of the house during a thunderstorm while their parents were away, only letting her in in time for her to take a bath and change cloths before their parents came home, leaving the girl traumatized for life. As time went on, he would leave her alone but his attitude towards her is still antagonistic and he often belittles her.

Other then her home life, health, and the expectations placed upon her, Amelia has lead a rather normal, uneventful life until recently. Moving up in the business world, Amelia's father can now afford to send her to more expensive schools and, just after her freshman year began, had his daughter transferred to Beverly Hills High. Now facing the unknown, Amelia must now get used to a world she knows little to nothing about and find her place in it.

M I S C .

Extracurricular Activities:

None.

Extra:

I do not have a favorite song from this year. If I did have a favorite song though, it would be The One Who Laughs Last by Downplay

Anything Else:

Nope

[Ace of flames01]

Sophie Blackthorn

"It is in our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light."
- Aristotle Onassis

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Name:

Sophie Autumn Blackthorn

Nickname:

Some call her Soph (which she despises with a burning passion) and some call by her middle name: Autumn

Birth Date:

11/28/1998

Age:

17

Gender:

She's a lady! ♪

Sexuality:

Hetero romantic, demi romantic

Relationship Status:

single but she sure as hell ain't lonely

Occupation:

Jimmy John's (ugh I know right? But her mom is friends with the GM there so she was hired practically on the spot)

Classification:

Senior (just one more awkward year filled with sexual tension and then it's freedom!)

Role:

A major loner... ok not really a major one but she is a loner

In Depth Appearance:

Sophie is a fairly slender young lady that stands at a short, borderline average, height of 5'4" and weighing about a 120lbs. She has a fair (more like practically albino) complexion with a dark mocha brown, almost black, hair and a pair of strikingly beautiful blue eyes with long, dark eyelashes. Her figure for the most part is nothing special, which she compensates with that pretty face of hers. She is slender, almost skinny, and has some, but not a lot, of curves to her and has long legs. Her skin is extremely soft, yet cold, to the touch and she is often told of how incredibly soft it is. She has little to no freckles, but a few moles and scars here and there. Sophie also has what can only be described as "piano hands", for her long, thing fingers and long reach.

In terms of make up and fashion, Sophie doesn't usually wear "girly" clothes or a lot make up, as she feels like she isn't looking to really impress anyone. Her sense of style would be described as "boyish" or "tomboyish", meaning she usually will wear flannel, black skinny jeans, sweat pants, hoodies, sneakers, or anything loose and casual. However, once in a blue moon, she will actually dress girly and put a little more effort in her make up, for no particular reason other than she just wants to feel pretty for once.

M Y Q U I R K S

Habits | Quirks | Oddities

• taps foot or finger when irritated
• Tucks hair behind her ear
• Runs her hand through her hair (because it's SOOOO SOOOOFT)
• sings quietly when bored
• Does anything to keep her hands busy when bored

Hobbies:

• Drawing, painting, sketching, basically anything artistic
• Writing and coming up with stories
• Playing video games

Likes:

• ROMANCE. whether it's a movie, books, TV dramas; she adores it
• Long, hot showers
• rainy days
• Drawing
• Cuddles and hugs
• Sleeping

Dislikes:

• play boys/ fuck bois
• Horror movie
• Arrogant people
• Die hard fans flocking celebrities
• Spicy food

Fears:

• Loud noises
• The dark
• Spiders

Personality:

♦ Warm Hearted ♦ Blunt ♦ Loyal ♦ Short fuse ♦

Sophie is probably one of the sweetest, warm hearted, and loyal person you will ever meet. She is your shoulder to cry on and will always do everything she can to make you feel good about yourself. She will fight for you, even if everything is pointing against you. If you befriend her that is. Sophie is a loner, and as such, she is very skeptical of others and has only a few real friends. Compliment or praise her? Tell her she's pretty? She won't believe you. Unless you make some grand gesture or she has some really reason to trust you, you aren't considered her friend. Want to really get her attention? To get her to fall for you? Well... I hope you like a challenge. She isn't lonely in the slightest and doesn't really care what anyone thinks or says about her.

Sophie also is what you'd call a short fuse. She always will be a bit feirce to the point where it's charming, but get on her bad side then expect the only thing that she will say to you is "piss off". Pull a small prank or startle her with a loud noise? You are immediately on her shit list and expect her to chew you out with some cussing.

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D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

History:

Where does one start in regards to Sophie's past? I suppose her childhood is a good start.

Sophie comes from a closely knit middle class family of her parents and two younger siblings. Overall, her childhood was not all that bad. At a very young age of around 6 or 7 years old, she was diagnosed with anxiety and ADHD. While it wasn't that serious of a case, it was enough to hinder her learning potential and social life. Her behavior was dubbed obnoxious and weird by her classmates, thus resulting in her not being invited to birthday parties and having a small group of 3 or 4 friends during her elementary school years. For the most part she she was left alone by her peers because nobody wanted to play with the weird kid. However, she, like most kids, did get bullied to an extent. For the most part, it was verbal, though on occasion she would get hit. The emotional abuse eventually numbed out to where she eventually just didn't care anymore and it annoyed her more than anything. One incident led her to eventually fighting back and landed her in a little bit of trouble, but all that mattered to her was that the bully left her alone from then on.

During the last couple of her elementary years, Sophie grew romantically attracted to one of the boys in her little group of friends and eventually admitted her feelings to him on a cold winter day during recess. To her joy, he accepted her feelings and agreed to be her boyfriend. About 3 months after the two became a couple, Sophie had noticed her boyfriend had obvious feelings for another girl, and she took it rather well. She was even the one to end things with him as she knew that his feelings were for someone else. After that the two remained friends and we're on good terms with each other.

That is... until the first year of middle school. Sophie's ex had rarely been attending classes for reasons he didn't tell her but had told almost all of her other friends. Worried about him, she would constantly call him and try to figure out what was wrong but he would never pick up the phone. Eventually he had enough, and exploded at her. He told her that he didn't want to hang out with her anymore and the only reason why he had agreed to be her boyfriend in the first place was because he felt sorry for her. This left Sophie heart broken and alone, as her first crush and boyfriend never had any feelings towards her and all her other friends chose to support him and abandoned her; leaving her distrustful of everyone.

For the reminder of middle school and towards the most of highschool, Sophie stayed away from trying to make any other friends and focus mainly on her school work. Her freshman year was rough as she was going through the emotional strain of her parents divorcing. However, since then, she has been doing fairly well in terms of grades and has at one really close friend. Aside from having to wiggle through the die hard fans, the media, and dealing with the occasional arrogant celebrity, her highschool experience has been a smooth one. Now it is her senior year. She is ready to get whatever remaining credits she needs to graduate and has been looking at a few colleges to attend and some scholarships to earn.

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M I S C .

Extracurricular Activities:

Currently none (too busy with studying and with work)

Extra:

(mah favorite song from 2016 is Heathens by Twenty One Pilots)

Anything Else:

eeeeh not that I know of

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[gowia]

Jack Sullam

Jack Sullam

"Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated."
-Confucious

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Name:

Jackson Mark Sullam.

Nickname:

Jack, Sully or Jay.

Birth Date:

10/1/1998

Age:

17.

Gender:

Male.

Sexuality:

Heterosexual.

Relationship Status:

Single.

Occupation:

Part-time DJ work at a local club.

Classification:

Senior.

Role:

Performer.

In Depth Appearance:

Jack is fairly tall and slim, however he has broad shoulders and does not starve himself an so is not stick thin by a long chalk. His hair is black, and straight, and he styles it every day to sit ‘just so’ on top of his head. His features are somewhat sharp and he seems to carry himself with an almost unearned sense of satisfaction. His skin is a little pale and he struggles to tan, however he has also never sun burned and is careful about looking after his looks. One thing that is also noticeable is that his nose is ever so slightly off centred, following a break when he was young, and he hates his nose for it. Though has come to a point where he is just accepting it now. Finally Jack has one tattoo, though not somewhere obvious, on his upper arm he has the words “Like the prodigal son…” in black script.

M Y Q U I R K S

Habits | Quirks | Oddities

- Despises smoking, and is known to literally take cigarettes from someone’s lips and throw them away.
- Taps his foot when he is nervous.
- Always has aviator glasses on his person.
- He snacks on sunflower seeds and regularly carries a bag of them.
- Can’t help but use his hands when talking, he can be quite animated and gesticulates even when laid back.

Hobbies:

- Listening to the music of others.
- Writing his own music.
-He plays a lot of sports. (Football (Soccer), Basketball and Hockey)

Likes:

- Music
- Sports
- Socialising
- Reading
- Study

Dislikes:

- Smoking
- Ignorance
- Extreme laziness
- Bullying
- Immaturity

Fears:

- Exclusion/Solitude
- Small spaces
- Extreme closeness

Personality:

♦ Positive ♦ Distant ♦ Accepting ♦ Unforgiving ♦

Jack was born poor, as such he has a bit of a working chip on his shoulder. He dislikes people who have been fed from a silver spoon all their lives and finds the nature of them very un-bearing. Yet despite this he is also somewhat aloof himself, he is talented, and he knows it all too well. As such he counts himself as better than most of the others, and this is twinned with his refusal to let himself become too close to anyone else. He has burned more bridges than he has ever built and seemingly will continue to do so even though he dislikes the idea of being stuck out on his own.

Do not believe Jack is anti-social, however, he is fantastic company and always tries to be somewhat positive and inclusive with people. Just don’t expect his real feelings or genuine heart to be included in that. He takes much pride in the way he looks, but accepts that he will never please everybody and has no issues if people dislike his look. Really, he wants himself to be himself, and when he isn’t living up to his own standards, then he has real issues. Jack’s nature is that of seeming randomness, he looks like he lacks a little direction at times. But don’t be fooled, he is a smart guy, and he knows far more than he might ever let on. Not that he wants to be a ‘know it all’.

Now, whilst he tries not to appear too smart, he is also very proud of who he is and if someone wants to get into it (‘It’ being a conversation, fight or cuddle even) Jack will not back down for the sake of appearing cool. He has no issues being assertive and putting himself across firmly, he just prefers it when he can be a little laid back.

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D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

History:

Jack was born in London, England, however ended up in Beverly Hills High on his way to a University scholarship in America that he would never have received in the UK. Jack’s father wasn't around at his birth, after he found out his mother was pregnant he had skipped town never to be seen again. As such Jack's mother was determined to be a good enough parent for herself and the absentee father. This event also has lead to her refusing to date again, it wasn't that she didn't like men, she just couldn't bring herself to be that vulnerable.

Although Jack's time at a school would be free, his pre school wasn't. As such he used to sit behind the counter at the cafe in which Jack's mother worked. During his early music lessons he found that he was naturally quick at learning to play instruments. His own mother encouraged this as she used to play a broad range of music all the time, from Mozart, to The Rolling Stones and Jay-Z. By the time he was 12 Jack was a guitar prodigy, accomplished on the piano/keyboard and an average drummer. It was then that he joined a music Academy, on a music scholarship, that held the equipment to DJ and create tracks. Now Jack had the real outlet he needed. During his time at the Academy though he got into a number of fights as a small group of fellow students joked and bullied him about his poor back ground. This was where he got his busted lip, after that he managed to claw a few friends and he had an alright time after that. He even managed to get a girlfriend for a short while, however that ended swiftly as he caught her cheating on him at a party. At the age of 15 Jack was forced to take up a part time job to help pay the bills, it wasn't too hard however it took him away from his music, and whilst he never voiced his resentment of this fact, his mother knew it.

Even at the Academy which specialised in music, Jack was special and so he would often do the music for big events and other social events that were run. During an award ceremony he played in a band, giving the winners a track to walk up too and some soft music for people to mingle too after. Another example was the 'Locked In' event where students spent an evening in the building with the hall at their disposal. It ended with a fairly loud Drum and Bass concert from Jack and a fair amount of damage to the hall. During a concert he was headlining at the Academy, he was talent scouted by Beverly Hills High, under the impression he would have a much greater opportunity there than in England. He signed that when he was available he would go and become a student under a scholarship. The High School paid for all his tuition fees, flight costs and room and board. The day Jack flew out was the first time Jack had ever seen his mother cry, they were tears of joy as he reassured her that all the amazing happening were thanks to her strength and passion in raising him right.

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M I S C .

Extracurricular Activities:

None, as of yet.

Extra:

Dark Angels, RHCP. Saw it live at Reading and still crying about how much my soul loved it.

Anything Else:

N.A.

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[Hey Im Jordan]

Ty

Bartimaeus Lucian Locke

"I was hatin' on the world as a little boy
I was lovin' all the girls as a little boy…
It’s time to blow their minds."
-Limp Bizkit

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Name:

Bartimaeus Lucian Locke

Nickname:

Ty
Luci
T

Birth Date:

10/07/1998

Age:

17

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Straight

Relationship Status:

Single

Occupation:

If you ask him, he’s a self-employed game changer

Classification:

Senior

Role:

Jock, duh

In Depth Appearance:

Standing just under his father, at 6’3”, Ty is rather tall, with short black hair and icy blue eyes. He dresses in shirts that are loud and covered in graphics, jeans that cost more than your car, and shoes that cost more than your house. He has an expensive pair of Oakley’s sunglasses that he’s almost always wearing(including inside and at night), and on the few occasions that he isn’t wearing them, they hang from the collar of his shirt. He has a different baseball cap for almost every team in the United States, and a few for record labels he’s fond of.

Admittedly, Ty has a bit of a babyface. But, hey, it gets the panties wet and in the long run, that’s what matters.

Ty is very expressive, often responding to questions or comments with his facial expressions rather than replying with words. His hands move a lot when he talks, and he almost always maintains eye contact with whoever he’s speaking with. There are often little smirks and other suggestive motions when he’s talking to a ladyfriend. He’s very good at moving his eyebrows around, perhaps because of genetics, perhaps because he spent 79898574398574397432648739215907 minutes practicing in front of the mirror. Who knows? Not you.

M Y Q U I R K S

Habits | Quirks | Oddities

• Always wears black sunglasses, even inside or at night
• Chews on straws from soft drinks after finishing them
• Has a large assortment of baseball caps, and usually wears a different one for almost every occasion
• Can roll a coin over his knuckles and does it fairly often
• Has a shoe collection worth way too much money; relaces every pair with different colored laces\
• Can moonwalk
• Knows every Shady Records, Aftermath Records, Funk Volume, and Strange Music song lyric by lyric.

Hobbies:

• Ordering shoes, and then relacing them
• Baking.
• Sleeping. Does that count? It should.
• Watching movies
• Gettin’ lit
• Freestylin’

Likes:

• Female British accents
• Girls that wear glasses
• Ritz crackers, especially the garlic butter kind
• Old Spice’s swagger line
• Terry Crews
• Irish Spring bodywash
• Eevee and its evolutions
• The doge meme
• Ice Cube’s music
• Magik
• Phil Collins
• Rap music

Dislikes:

• Standard laces in his shoes
• Ice Cube’s movies
• People who won’t fuck off when told to fuck off
• European men
• Axe for men shower gel (especially the chocolate kind)
• Scott Summers
• Nintendo products(only likes Mario Kart)

Fears:

• His father
• His grandfather
• Being sent to the military academy

Personality:
♦ Expressive ♦ Self-entitled ♦ Brave ♦ Annoying ♦

Ty is an expressive young man. He prefers to use gestures and facial expressions to show how he feels about things, rather than telling how he feels. As a result, a lot of people don’t know what the fuck he means or what he wants or what he’s saying. He can be confusing at times as a result, but… he doesn’t give a shit.

About anyone or anything, other than himself. He’s self-entitled, on an incredibly short fuse, and extremely egotistical. He knows he’s good, at everything he does, or at least he truly believes he is. His results are usually alright, but his methods can be… abhorrent, from time-to-time. He has a lot of raw potential, but it’s unhoned and will likely remain such unless he gets some kind of motivation to mold into something… less shitty.

For now, though, he’s a young man. He hates the world, and the world hates him, as far as he’s concerned. He’s come to the conclusion that life sucks, and the only good that’s gonna come out of it is sticking it in nice butts. And in that respect, he does a pretty good job for himself. Girls are pretty easy at parties, drugs and alcohol are excellent inhibition lowers.

In most situations, he’s pretty brave, with only a few things really bringing fear out of him. He’s too concerned with winning(or changing) the game of life to care about being afraid. The only things that really scare him are the things that can take him out of the game: his father, his grandfather, and the military academy they both attended as children(although at this point, Ty would be one of the older ones.)

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D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

History:

”Aight, so you wanna hear about how Ty ended up in Beverly HIlls. ‘bout how I became the PILLAR of the community you see before you today. You prolly heard people say that I’m a spoiled little punk.

Alright, well check it out, ‘bout six years ago I was livin’ in the comfort of Brooklyn, chilling in my mom’s house on a World of Warcraft account, only popped out when I needed some more cash and to have my rich mom bail me out. See, my dad wasn’t around all that much, acuz he’s an active duty member of the United States Military, stationed in South Korea. So it was just me and moms, k?

Anyway, so I quit WoW when I turned thirteen because I found that tha streets were callin’ me, yo. Look, long story short. I joined a gang, yo. Something straight outta Fresh. Ya’all ever seen that movie? No? Look it up you degenerates, gotdamn. Point is, little homie in that flick is a drug dealer at age twelve. Just like YA BOY. I was slinging dope before I even kissed a girl. So anyway, I keep at it. I’m fifteen now, I got a girl on each arm, I’m a player, yo. Just like Tech, yo. I’m rollin in the Benjamins by this point, you know how it be.

So, anyway, yo. I’m failin’ school. No biggie, no worries. I’m making that money, yo. But then the unthinkable happens. Did you know that they don’t have to tell you when they’re a cop? I thought that was how it worked!

Totally got snitched on. No big, tho. Cuz apparently, I guess moms has got this turbo rich family back in Beverly Hills. Like turbo rich. They bought ‘em off. All charges dropped. Course, dad came back and whooped my ass. Moms got me out of it by deciding she was gonna send me back to live with her family. The Greens, or some shit, I dunno. I’m just kidding. I know. You know. If you don’t know, then turn on the TV every once in awhile when you’re done masturbating.

So now I’m in Beverly HIlls. This is two years ago, I think? I don’t remember. I drink too much. Anyway. I move in with this hot blonde, too bad she’s my cousin or something. And this ain’t Game o’ Thrones so I ain’t bout to dick her. Her friends however… They keep it 100, let me just put it that way. And she got this crazy ass bald dude always on her dick. He’s chill, though. Anyway, I met her friend Connor, who introduced me to his homies: Wolfe, Ender, and Leon.

Now we all five homies. We dem boys in da hood. We’re The Elite. The best of the best. The pinnacle of perfection. Closer than brothers. Cept for Leon. Leon kinda sucks dick…

But I ain’t slingin’ dope on the corner no more. Nah, I got this Green money funding my ‘adventures,’ yo. Just chillin’, sleepin’ with as many blondes as I can get my hands on. What? I like blondes. Bonus points if they wear glasses.

It’s been almost three years I been livin’ in these parts now, and dammit I ain’t goin’ nowhere. The homies is here. I go back to the east coast every once in a while, just so mom knows I ain’t dead. Dad’s back in Korea. We don’t talk much ever since he, y’know, SLAPPED THE SHIT OUT OF ME.

That’s my story, yo.

Peace late.

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M I S C .

Extracurricular Activities:

He plays football, running back.

Extra:

no >:(
Yes. :(
Just listen to this song ok youtube.com/watch?v=zEZBeHsgVrs

Anything Else:

hes the best

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Wolfe

Wolfe Andrew Kingsley

"They don’t want none."
-CFO$

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Name:

Wolfe Andrew Kingsley

Nickname:

his name is wolfe that shit is badass do you really think he wants to be called anything else?

...sentinel. his friends call him sentinel

Birth Date:

09/09/1997

Age:

18

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

straighter than straight he’s the straightest dude you’ve ever seen trust me on that
he’s straight

Relationship Status:

Single

Occupation:

A mechanic, but he aspires to be a firefighter

Classification:

Senior

Role:

Jock

In Depth Appearance:

Wolfe carries himself with such an air of confidence that it’s almost overbearing. He’s tall, standing at about six foot four and a half, and he’s muscular, overly so for a highschooler. He takes good care of himself, and has a strong, sharp jaw line.

He traditionally wears tight t-shirts, and tank tops/wifebeaters whenever applicable. No, he does not beat his wife. He isn’t even married, stupid.

For pants, he prefers black jeans. Not because he’s edgy or anything. Just a preference, back up. He also likes to wear gym shorts. They’re comfortable.

M Y Q U I R K S

Habits | Quirks | Oddities

• Has a tendency to ramble. It’s not his fault, he’s just better at talking than everyone else.
• Is very, very good at skipping rocks
• Carries an old Yu-Gi-Oh card in his wallet. It’s a lucky charm.

Hobbies:

• Golfing. Mini, mostly, he can’t afford the real shit
• Ultimate Frisbee
• Basketball
• Paintball
• Laser tag
• Boxing

Likes:

• Fresh french fries
• Fans. The mechanical kind, not the human kind
• NBA 2K games
• Captain America
• Mountain Dew Black
• Soft serve vanilla ice cream

Dislikes:

• Alyssa
• Audrey
• Evelyn, in that order
• Whenever Ty speaks
• Flowers
• Cold French fries

Fears:

• The fuck is fear?
• Y’all pussies fear shit?
• Fuck off
• Okay, fine.
• Cthulu, sometimes.
• Yes that’s it fuck off

Personality:

♦ Bad-ass ♦ Prideful ♦ Loyal ♦ Vengeful ♦

Pride.

Wolfe is dangerously prideful, and will hold a grudge with someone who’s injured his pride almost forever. It’s a hard hole to dig yourself out of once you’re in it. Wolfe gets his revenge in small ways, or big ways, depending on the type of crime against him. To the people that are lucky enough to call him a friend though, Wolfe is fiercely loyal, and would likely take a bullet for any other member of the Elite (yes, even Ty), though few other people have attained that level of friendship with him.

Wolfe’s generally not the most well liked of his group of friends, and that’s largely due to the way his personality is. He just comes off as a gruff, intimidating, apathetic young man who probably has anger issues. Once you get to know him though, he’s been described as a big teddy bear (Ty’s doing, only said once. Probably never again.). Wolfe likes the picture he’s painted of himself as an unapproachable badass. It means less people try to talk to him.

He doesn’t like talking to randies (people he doesn’t know very well), and only does it when absolutely necessary.

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D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

History:

Wolfe Andrew Kingsley. His name alone makes it seem like he was destined for greatness from the beginning…

Unfortunately, when you take his initials: WAK, you get the actual reality of his existence: whack.

Wolfe is originally from Alaska, born to a young woman who’d lived all her life there, and a young man who’d came North for work with his younger brother. During his childhood, he grew up in a log cabin that his father and brother had built upon deciding that they liked it here, and would stay. After making oodles of money working on oil pipelines, the brothers had purchased a decent chunk of land and set to their next task: striking it rich with gold. Wolfe was homeschooled for most of his childhood, due to the remoteness of where his parents had chose to raise him.

Despite this, once his father and uncle struck it rich (and they did, finding a huge strain of gold in the Bering Sea), his mother insisted that, at the least, she and her family move down to society, to give Wolfe a chance at a more social life, noticing that the young boy was becoming more and more of a recluse as the years went by. As a happy wife tends to lead to a happy life, Wolfe’s father agreed and they moved down to southern California, with his father spending time in Alaska to continue working, but ultimately having a 50/50 stake in whatever their company found, as per the agreement he’d made with his brother years ago.

Now 14, Wolfe was beginning school in an environment he’d never experienced before: public. Living in a huge home, and ultimately finding that he kind of liked it here over the barren snow of where he was born and raised, Wolfe found his ‘clique’ fairly quickly; that of some kid named Bryant O’Connor and the dude that was always hanging around with him: Erick Anderson--sorry, Ender Anderson.

Regardless of how much he prefers life with his squad, Wolfe takes almost the entirety of each summer to go back North to the family land and live. Hunt, sleep under the stars, build a fire, track, look for gold.

Be a man.

It’s in his blood.

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M I S C .

Extracurricular Activities:

he plays foosball

the devils game

Extra:

Yeah, but I mean… come on. This is like my sixth character...

Anything Else:

Wolfe has a license to carry a concealed firearm.

Also, he’s cool.

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Ender

Erick James Anderson

"I ain’t a killer, but don’t push me
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin’ pussy"
-Makaveli the Don

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Name:

Erick James Anderson Jr.

Nickname:

Ender
Don’t call him Erick if you aren’t looking to get your fucking ass beat.

Birth Date:

10/16

Age:

17

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Relationship Status:

Engaged to the game

Occupation:

Nope.

Classification:

Senior

Role:

Jock

_{^{”You should see the other guy…”}}

In Depth Appearance:

Ender is far and away the best dressed of his friends. He knows when things match, when they don’t, and what to wear. He’s fancy, it’s really that simple. Button up shirts, ties, slacks. That’s what he wears on a day to day. Being well dressed is fucking easy and frankly, there’s no excuse.

He can always be found wearing a small chain around his neck, with a small, smooth, circular piece of metal hanging from it.

He has a soft face, framed by short brown hair, with dark brown eyes. Like the rest of his friend group, Ender is fit and attractive. The only issue Ender has is nine out of ten times, he has a fight mark on his face: black eye, crooked nose, bruised cheek. Some people are into it, some people think it makes him look gross. C’est la vie.

M Y Q U I R K S

Habits | Quirks | Oddities

• Slaps the wall of a doorway twice whenever he walks into a room.
• Despite having pin-straight, knot free hair, always carries a comb
• Listens to Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi entirely too often
• Randomly shows up at Connor’s house in the dead of the night to sleep over (to the point that he has a key to the front door)

Hobbies:

• Airsoft/paintball
• Basketball
• Ending things

Likes:

• The Elite
• Ending things
• The way the emos dress. /fa/ as fuck
• The crisp crunch of a pringle.
• The smooth, refreshing taste of Sprite
• The nice crinkly noise paper makes when you tear it out of a binder

Dislikes:

• Ty’s accent
• The way his homies dress. Not /fa/. At all.
• Kettle corn
• Stuff getting in his teeth
• The way dollar bills smell
• Pretty much everyone that’s not directly a member of the Elite

Fears:

• Big ass
• motherfucking
• snakes

Personality:



♦ Cocky ♦ Short Fused ♦ Fashionable ♦ Distant ♦

Ender is a product of his upbringing, first and foremost.

If his relationship with his father was better, or if his mother was alive, maybe he’d be a nicer person. But, his relationship with his father is fucking terrible, and his mother has been dead for just over a decade. As a result, Ender is an emotionally short, distant young man with far fewer redeeming traits than his downsides. He’s good at football, and he knows that. In fact, most of his personality can be found in what he does at the beginning of each play: Ender will walk to the line and raise his hand, pointing a finger gun at the opponent’s quarter back, then fire. Bam. Ended.

He’s an alright dude to hang out with, once you get over his general abrasive and aggressiveness. He’s been described as a ‘nail-file of a person’ (Ty’s doing. Never again). He’s extremely close with his friends, not with other people, though even the rest of his group will admit that Ender is the most distant of the lot. He disappears randomly for long periods of time and can be hard to get ahold of, despite thousands of texts and hundreds of phone calls.

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D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

History:

Irish and Italian. Same name as his father.

His father used to be a professional football player, for the San Francisco 49ers, and won four Super Bowl rings before sustaining an injury that kept him out for just over a half a season. When he came back, he couldn’t perform quite as well as he did before- due to a variety of reasons, and, like any self-respecting Irishman would, he took out his frustration on the bottle of alcohol, his wife, and his then 5 year old son. Suddenly second string, his rage was beyond what Ender and his mother had seen in the past.

He beat Ender’s mom. She died, and so did their unborn child.

Quietly covered up by an excellent legal team and Ender’s father’s friends in high places as a fall down a flight of stairs, the son and father moved out of SF, heading south while receiving pay from the Niners, thankful for the good championships they’d won under his father’s initial run and leadership. They wound up in Beverly Hills. Ender had just freshly turned seven, and hit it off quite well with his next-door neighbor: Connor. The two became fast friends, a friendship that went beyond that--they were brothers, and they would ride together die together for life.

Though it stopped for a little while after they moved, by the time Ender was 10, his father was back on the bottle again, and Ender found himself escaping the home (really, it was more of a prison) that he lived in by running off and staying the night at Connor’s. When he turned fourteen, he’d spent so much time at Connor’s, that Connor’s parents chose to just give him a house key. He basically lived there anyway, and showed up at random, awful times in the middle of the night--and to be honest, they were getting sick of being woken up by the door bell.

His father thrashed him constantly. In fact, one could go so far as to say that Erick James Anderson Senior blamed his injury, the loss of his wife, and the loss of his unborn child on Ender. Connor would often question the bruises and cuts on his friend’s body, but Ender would shrug it off and say ”You should see the other guy,” because… Ender wasn’t weak. And he wouldn’t let anyone know what happened to him. He didn’t need help.

Didn’t want it.

At thirteen, Connor decided that Ender wasn’t an Erick. He was… an Ender. After all, he was the second best football player (behind Connor himself) that Connor had ever seen, and a play with Ender was a game winner. So… Ender he became. The young teen latched onto the nickname obsessively, going so far as to get physical with people who called him Erick instead. He wasn’t like his father. He didn’t want to share the same name as him, and he hated that people insisted on reminding him that he did. So, Ender he was. And Ender he would stay.

By the time they reached high school, and their group of friends grew, even the teachers just called him Ender. It was nice. He liked it, appreciated it.

To this day, Ender honors his mother--a woman he only has bright memories of, and the only person he knows for sure has ever cared about him--by listening to her favorite song ‘Wanted, Dead or Alive’ by Bon Jovi, and by wearing a chain with a piece of steel hanging from it.

Pressed into the steel is his mother’s fingerprint.

Since he received it at the funeral, Ender has never taken it off, and likely never will.

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M I S C .

Extracurricular Activities:

Football.

Extra:

get off my dick

like anyone who’s irish and italian, ender is catholic.

He drives a 2016 Dodge Viper. A present from his deluded father meant to make up for all the torment he’s caused Ender to suffer. It didn’t work, and, even beyond that, the torment continues.

Still, rides nice.

Anything Else:

ender’s aight

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Leon Christopher Brycen

Leon Christopher Brycen

"Bitches love me cuz they know that I can fuck"
-Barack Obama

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Name:

Leon Christopher Brycen

Nickname:

Leo
Chris

Birth Date:

02/02

Age:

17

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Straight

Relationship Status:

Single

Occupation:

He ain’t got time to work, too busy

Classification:

Senior

Role:

Jock

In Depth Appearance:

The shortest of his friend group--at 6’2”, not a short man by any means, Leon is nonetheless attractive, with short cut sometimes sandy blonde, sometimes light brown hair--depending on how the light hits it. His eyes are a bright blue. Not quite as muscular or as a cut as his peers (especially Wolfe and Ender--it’s hardly even fair, those two are like machines), Leon is still attractive.

He dresses in standard clothing, t-shirts, jeans. He’s a teenager, not a fashionista. Ender can catch these hands.

M Y Q U I R K S

Habits | Quirks | Oddities

• Carries a pack of watermelon hubba bubba gum around with him wherever he goes
• Has a bag of Hershey’s kisses in his locker. He has his reasons
• Always wears a watch on his left wrist. Has since he was 12. It basically doubles as a calculator. It’s lit
• Has a preference for beanies

Hobbies:

• Air hockey
• Arcade games
• NBA 2k16
• CS:GO
• Paintball
• Skeet shooting
• Street racing

Likes:

• Winning
• Spinning in desk chairs
• Motorcycles, specifically of the KTM and Ducati brands. Harleys are okay too, but those are more for cruising--which he does yearly, with his father, across the country.
• Ranch flavored corn nuts
• Garlic parmesan oven roasted potato wedges. What? They’re a delicacy. Blame Ty. Kid can cook
• Black and orange color schemes. Halloween is homie’s shit, ok?

Dislikes:

• Burned bacon
• Cold waffles
• Unmelted butter
• Trucks
• Wal-Mart

Fears:

• Going deaf
• Death by explosion
• Losing all of his teeht

Personality:

♦ Romantic ♦ Womanizer ♦ Optimistic ♦ Sucks cock

At his core, Leon is a romantic. Yep. That’s just the way it is. He likes the idea of flirting with a woman and courting her, and to be honest, he’s pretty good at it (maybe it has something to do with the rumors that Leon is like, the second coming in the bedroom), but he ain’t about that relationship life. He likes to have sex and he likes the act of courting, but he doesn’t like the idea of being tied down to one person. Maybe, in the future he’ll be a wonderful husband, but for now…

He’s in it for the nookie, yo.

Still, though, Leon is brightly tempered, and easily entertained, to the point that he’s almost the most popular of his group. Unlike Ty, who’s annoying, Wolfe, who’s angry, Ender, who’s brooding, and Connor, who’s self-absorbed, Leon is approachable and open to conversation with just about anyone. He’s the least elitist of the Elite (though Ty would basically happily talk to anyone, no one would happily talk with Ty), and makes a point of being friends with everyone and dicking as many as he can.

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D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

History:

Son of an aircraft engineer and a successful real estate agent, Leon has lived the most quiet life of the Elite. He never did anything fancy, his parents were never loud or overly successful, they were pretty… normal, in comparison. But that didn’t stop them from doing the important thing: being good. They gave Leon a comfortable life, kept him happy, fed, warm, even spoiled a bit. It was nice, and he couldn’t complain. Besides, their choice of residence in Beverly Hills put him on the same street as Ender, Connor, and Wolfe--who he would quickly become fast friends with the lot of them.

Leon has always been the best with women, from even their younger years, when he got a kiss in second grade and not a single one of the others could. It’s a talent, and one that he’s very fond of. Over the years, it helped that he seemed to be a natural at bedroom warfare, so to speak, and that he happened to hook up with gossip-y girl after gossip-y girl. He was a legend, after a certain point.

Eventually, it got so bad that it annoyed and frustrated the other boys, who were starting to feel like their masculinity was in jeopardy as a result of Leon’s popularity, and they began the now ever popular habit of saying that Leon sucks dick. If he’s gone? He’s sucking dick. If he leaves? Off to suck a dick. What? You have to deal with your problems somehow!

This has led to Leon having to defend his honor as best as he can, and at least stop them from saying it while he’s standing there. He doesn’t suck cock! Most likely, anyway.

At around 14, he gained a penchant for motorcycles, starting at first with dirt bikes, something he picked up from his father on a trip to the Glamis sand dunes, where he learned to ride. Ever since then, Leon has decided that anything with two wheels and a motor is his bitch. When he turned sixteen, he didn’t go for his driver’s license, Leon went straight for his motorcycle license. He’s a highly skilled rider, capable of racing, freestyle, or just cruising.

Leon participates in more than a few underground street races, which he tends to win. He has fun doing it, and will probably do it all his life. Additionally, he rides at a few FMX compounds scattered across the state, and spends time at the Glamis sand dunes. Motorcycles are fun. It’s his main hobby, and what he does with most of his free time.

It’s fun. And exhilarating. And there are tons of chicks at the get-togethers.

He occasionally shows up at the meets with Ty, who enjoys street racing himself, but is more accustomed to 4-wheel vehicles.

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M I S C .

Extracurricular Activities:

Foosball. Left wide receiver

Extra:

DID YOU READ THE RULES FAM? STOP RIDING MY DICK

Anything Else:

1
2
3

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