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.:| 'Roxy' 'Rox' 'Miss Valenti' | 46 | Single, Mingler. | Bisexual | Female |:.
Foxy from the Roxy might turn some heads tonight. Flashlight dream, peaches and cream delight. Roxy Roller
.:| A P P E A R A N C E |:.
One the surface, meaning 'when at the office' Roxanne presents herself as a casual business owner in attire, often wearing turtlenecks and skirts or simple casual blouses, something that exudes 'professional, but still down to earth'. Who has time for those stuffy suits and ties that the stiffs at the offices and corporations squeeze into? Of course, while she favors the blouses and skirts and turtlenecks when working, what she favors about them is how they look to her employees. Roxanne doesn't wear her attire for the sake of the customers, but rather for the sake of her employees - her turtleneck might be just tight enough in certain areas to make a bit of a...pop; her blouse might not be fully buttoned up near the top, and her skirts? Well, what excuse does one need to show off a brand new pair of stockings? With Roxanne, clothing is all part of the tease, the allure, the mystique - and in her case it's to show that age hasn't reared its ugly head as far as her appearance is concerned.
Because even with her older age, she carries herself like a woman twenty years younger. Sure the natural signs of aging are there, the little wrinkles when she smiles, the little bits of extra cellulite on her arms, the graying hair that she has to constantly touch up and add color to, the maturing features of her physical attributes - but in her eyes she's a fine wine and if she has her way, everyone will see her as such.
Roxanne has medium length hair, it was once a dark, deep brown that has only lightened thanks to early stress and aging; she doesn't want to have her hair fully grey until she's entered a happy retirement or an unhappy marriage with someone desperate and loaded. Appearance matters in Roxanne's world, and considering the people that she's spent so many years with she's willing to bet it matters to damn near everyone. While she doesn't slather on the makeup, she is fond of wearing rather dark, ruby red lipstick and making it stand out against her somewhat lighter complexion. A would be femme fatale masquerading as a simple business owner.
Her body is unmarred by tattoos - though she certainly doesn't mind a bit of ink on another - and she keeps a trimmed body by doing daily jogs. It's no wonder she frequently wears skirts or mini-dresses, because she's proud of showing off the fruits of her cardio and how they did wonders on her legs. With amber eyes and a wicked grin, Roxanne is a woman who believes she has to compete with the younger sorts in town, and if it means being a classier sort of sensual then that's what she'll be.
.:| P E R S O N A L I T Y |:.
Roxanne certainly does lean into her own wicked sort of appeal, first and foremost Roxanne is a motivated, confident woman. She has to be to own a business for as long as she has. Confidence is something Roxanne has in spades, from how she speaks to how she carries herself - she's a very hard woman to manipulate or else get the better of since most of the time her confidence and manner of speaking means she's the one doing the manipulation, subtle or otherwise. A part of the reason she wears such...flirtatious clothing is to catch the eyes so that the minds and mouths are much more agreeable to her requests and demands.
A woman in her position, that being a business owner, comes under fire often enough, but she is a rather shrewd business woman, often declining deals and buyouts from people who believe they can threaten her because they have more money. In the cut throat world of ours, where real estate is a commodity and a seemingly simple morning service station doesn't fit into the plans of moguls and heirs, Roxanne has had to use her wit, her intelligence, and her silver tongue to survive.
The business she owns comes under fire and is constantly called into question - namely the way in which 'eye candy' is on the menu; certain sorts have gotten the wrong idea about what goes on at the Stop. While it's true that Roxanne does enjoy having beautiful people working for her, she treats her employees as if they were her family. A sort of weird family that flirts and encourages relationships but a family nonetheless.
Though Roxanne has a mind for manipulation and keen business sense, what she doesn't have is, well, happiness. She knows full well that her trysts and flings are just momentary dips into enjoyment, just simple fun between a consenting adult and someone who has probably just become old enough to drink legally. She doesn't have anything waiting for her at home, which is why she poured so much and cares so deeply for her establishment. It fills a void that she's slowly realizing will never be filled by anything else.
Her sharp tongue and backroom dealings have people unsure if they can truly trust her. The gift of the silver tongue is the gift of a liar, after all. Her employees certainly seem to trust her enough to work for her even as her reputation as nothing more than a lonely old cougar precedes her. Don't get on Roxanne's bad side, but that could be said of anyone in Lakewood Summit, surely.
.:| H I S T O R Y |:.
Roxanne is an east coast woman at heart, having been born in Manhattan and spending the first thirteen or so years of her life as a New York girl. She wasn't born into wealth nor was she born into poverty - mother was a lawyer and father was a beat cop who died in the line of duty by accidentally causing a traffic collision. No medals or salute service for Mister Valenti. It was because of her father's untimely death that Roxanne was sent to the other side of the country - dear sweet mother didn't want to raise a child by herself and instead opted to let Uncle Nick handle things. Unbeknownst to both Roxanne and Roxanne's mother, Uncle Nick had become Aunt Nicki and though initially reluctant, Nicki was willing to let Roxanne stay.
Nicki was working on a rather long con when Roxanne entered the picture. Nicki wasn't a resident of Lakewood Summit but desperately wanted to be - that place meant something. Nicki was sweetening up to some of the more eligible bachelors and married men alike, fishing for her ticket to the good life. Roxanne, meanwhile, occupied her time by caring for herself. Aunt Nicki wasn't exactly one for parental instincts so it became Roxanne's job to cook, to clean, to do the shopping, to raise herself. Roxanne isn't bitter about it, in fact she's glad that she had such an independent upbringing - it's served her well to this day. Aunt Nicki never found her way inside of Lakewood Summit - not permanently, anyway as she did find herself in the bed of a resident who demanded she keep it very hush-hush from the wife - and sadly passed away from an STD when Roxanne was supporting herself through college.
A business degree after four years had Roxanne in a bit of debt. She met a rather charming man who offered her a decent amount of cash (not enough to satisfy the student debts but enough to at least have a roof over her head for a good year or so) for appearing in a 'home made experience' with him and his wife. It wasn't Roxanne's proudest moment, but the universal language of money is the loudest of all. As far as she knows the tape never saw mass circulation, though she does own a copy herself. That same man routinely came knocking on Roxanne's door and yet another affair played out. But Roxanne wasn't happy with simply being someone's dirty little secret. The manipulation had to start somewhere, why not by knocking on the man's front door, greeting his wife again, and starting her own sort of long con.
Roxanne used the both of them, eventually causing a sizable rift in the marriage. The idiot of a husband made a few changes in his will - egged on by the sultry tones of this attractive young woman with a brain - and when his wife found out that his savings would be left to his mistress...jealousy and anger reared its ugly head. To this day people still ask how Roxanne managed to both own a five million dollar house and a business by age twenty seven. Her response of "Killer deals," is more than just a bit of sass. While Roxanne didn't life a finger she was no less guilty - but her manipulations continued as she convinced the spurned housewife (who was no less guilty as she was involved in the affair) to get rid of the bastard of a husband. "We'll start fresh, my love" was all it took.
After the husband was reported missing and his body found a month later, the now widowed wife began to panic. She had poisoned her husband and tossed him into a lake. The panic took over and she took her own life. Roxanne penned a suicide note, wherein she had the deceased wife confess to the murder. While not everyone remained convinced, the man's bank account went to his mistress, one Roxanne Valenti. She opted not to live in the house where the murder took place, taking residence further in Lakewood Summit and using the remaining savings to open her own business.
The Whistle Stop is damn near a staple of the community. If only people knew how it came to exist. Some might've had their theories, but Roxanne sure is keeping that close to the chest. The fact is, Roxanne and The Whistle Stop have been a part of Lakewood Summit for nearly twenty years now. She'd like to keep it going for another twenty.
.:| O C C U P A T I O N |:.
Roxanne is the owner of The Whistle Stop, a small little cafe just outside the gates of the community. It prides itself on its product - and not just the coffee, mind. It's gotten flack over the years as people assume it to be some sort of brothel masquerading as a cafe just because the young men and women that work there flaunt their...assets. Roxanne is not some sort of Madame, she's just a simple business owner who isn't above sampling the goods and who specifically hires attractive young people for both her own enjoyment and to keep the business booming. Come for the coffee, stay for the illusion that one of her baristas might sleep with you if you tip generously.
.:| H O B B I E S |:.
Roxanne is an avid runner, she runs to stay fit and healthy and just to unwind. She participates in marathons and fun runs - using the latter as a means of fundraising for The Whistle Stop.
Politics is something Roxanne enjoys reading about and discussing it with like minded individuals. She's always trying to politic her way into becoming the head of the Homeowner's Association.
Swimming. Roxanne enjoys going for a swim in the lake or at the country club pool. She has a tendency to go for a skinny dip at the lake since the club is so stingy with their rules. If she does go to the country club it's only ever to swim and have a sauna or, in rare cases, a stop in the gym.
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Andrew J McManus
.:| Manny | 41 | Divorced | Heterosexual | Male |:.
.:| A P P E A R A N C E |:.
Andrew carries himself with the easy swagger that comes from someone with 'old money', aloof and swarthy. He has an easy smile and a mischievous twinkle in his eye, Andrew is always looking for a new way to stir the pot of whatever intrigue is going on around him. There are many women that have fallen for his deep blue eyes that seem to fall away into infinity.
As a former captain of the Oxford University Rugby Football team Andrew likes to keep himself in shape. He stands a solid 6'1" with broad shoulders and powerful thighs. His muscular arms are his usual focus but he tries to keep himself trim across the stomach, large biceps will only detract so much from an over hanging belly after all. He has never been able to attain the American ideal of the 'ripped' physique but he feels that he makes a fair showing of himself.
His clothing is always from a leading fashion house and he tries to limit the amount of times that he wears a single outfit, when you are as rich as he is you don't really need to do laundry. His usual attire are a pair of dark chino trousers and a shirt, with a pair of Brown brogues for good measure. His really passion is for high end watches, he has a private buyer that is always on the look out for an extra rare Rolex or TAG. The only possession of note is a gold signet ring that he wears on his third finger on his right hand. The emblem belongs to his family the McManus's and depicts a boar standing against a tower.
The last thing that adds to his overall appearance is his Austin Martin BD5. It was his fathers and he has had it shipped to every part of the world that he has lived in. It is safe to say that he loves that car more than he loves himself, his family and his money.
.:| P E R S O N A L I T Y |:.
Andrew is generally an easy going kind of guy as long as people don't mind talking about him and the things that interest him IE cars, women and money. He has an easy smile and a twinkle in his eye and more than enough charm to seduce an unwary women. His general demur is a sort of arrogance and cock sureness that comes from knowing that you have enough money and influence to get you out of any situation. Although of this is a front to hide is damaged personality.
The main issues with Andrew's character come out when he has been drinking, he becomes bolder, brasher and from time to time violent. As he comes from a famous distilling family he has always found it easy to get hold of alcohol of any variety. The violence is more often than not target at himself and his possession, he tries to avoid situation where he might hurt another person. When he drinks he gambles and when he gambles he nearly always loses, with one notable exception which has now led to him being banned from the Caesar's Casino in Las Vegas.
There was a time when he was a lot more compassionate and even romantic but two failed marriages have removed most of these sides of his personality. He has never lost his childish humor and enjoys doing stupid and sometimes dangerous things.
The only time that Andrew gets serious is when it comes to his work, he is focused and obsessive about the business and will spend long hours locked in his room pawing over documents and financial charts. He is obsessed with trying to please his father and make up for the mistakes of the past. It is an obsession that cost him his second marriage.
.:| H I S T O R Y |:.
Andrew was born into the prestigious McManus distilling dynasty. The East Lothian Distillers have been a going concern since 1820 and have expanded from a simple public house in the back streets of Edinburgh to controlling a vast empire. The company has breweries across Europe and vineyards across the world, the last pretax statement had the companies profits in the billions of dollars.
The eldest of three sons Andrew has been educated to the highest standard, attending Winchester College for boys, he would have gone to Eton but his father had a falling out with the dean. He attended Oxford University and received both a Bachelors Degree and Masters Degree in Business and economics.
He worked hard and he played hard. At the tender age of 18 his trust fund was opened to him and he had access to several millions pounds in cold hard cash. There was nothing that he and his friends couldn't do and they made sure that they did everything. Despite his prestigious education by the time he was 25 he was on the rocks, there was nothing on the planet that he hadn't drank, snorted or injected; this began his first stay at a detox clinic.
At the Wessex Health Spa & Clinic he met his first wife, a highly strung pop star by the name of Alexis Starr. They were married a month after their time in the clinic ended. He has been told that they were married for about 18 months but he honestly can't remember even a 10th of that time. He got the divorce papers through at the end of his second spell in the detox clinic.
Following the second stint in the clinic he was shipped out to the New York office in order to shake of some of his demons. It was here that he met his second wife, Lorna Winters, she was the companies attorney in New York and his personal assistant during his initial settling in period. They were married for nearly seven years but his obsessive nature regarding his work and his increased drinking led to the breakdown of the marriage.
The breakdown of his second marriage hit him harder then he ever thought possible, it also began his decent into what would become his third stay at a detox clinic. It took him nearly three years to recover from the trauma. At the end of the treatment the decision was made to send him out to California to work with the vineyards and try to get his life on track.
.:| O C C U P A T I O N |:.
Most of Andrew's money comes from the family trust fund but he has more than enough personal wealth to be considered rich. Andrew is the non exec VP of several arms of the business and has served as CEO for two others. He is currently working as the head of procurement for the Californian vineyards that work for his father, the work is slightly beneath his ability but his father felt that it was best that he start slow and work up.
.:| H O B B I E S |:.
- Andrew's first passion is his car. He spends hours in his garage tuning, repairing and checking over every aspect of his machine. The car is his life and is currently the only constant in his otherwise fractured life.
- In order to help his recovery he has to remain healthy and he has taken up running. He hates every single footstep he has to take but he has to admit that it is having a positive affect on him. When he is not running he takes time out to learn some tennis at the club or the occasional swim.
- Although it might not be considered a hobby Andrew is an avid people watcher. He spends many hours just sat in the coffee shop pretending to work while he watches all of the people come and go. Again this is something that he finds aids his recovery.
.:| R E L A T I O N S H I P S |:.
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.:| Maggie | 65 | Married | Heterosexual | Female |:.
.:| A P P E A R A N C E |:.
Margaret stands at 5’8 and weighs 140 pounds. She keeps her figure trim by following a strict exercise routine, making use of both the track at North Park and the gym in the Country Club. At 65 years old, Maggie is showing definite signs of her age. She must continually dye her hair a cornsilk blonde to counteract the stubborn grey beneath. Her eyes are accented by crows feet from years of laughing or scowling, not many are sure which she did more of. Wrinkles also line Margaret’s mouth from her long time habit of pinching her lips to smoke cigarettes.
The wardrobe of this ex-celebrity is about as hard to describe as she herself is. Margaret has a flair for the dramatic and can be seen in fluffy boa-like scarves, elaborate hats, and full-on sequined, bedazzled get-ups… or, she will wear simple, slimming black dresses, classy strings of pearls, and sensible shoes. Regardless of whatever outfit of the day Margaret is wearing, it is clear that the woman proudly comes from a place of wealth and elegance.
.:| P E R S O N A L I T Y |:.
Most residents of Lakewood Summit know Margaret Williams as the friendly old woman that greeted them upon arriving to the community. She is ever the loving and supporting wife, mother, and grandmother, often seen doting on her loved ones at the local parks and gatherings. With her thick southern drawl and her attendance of church every Sunday morning, most assume that she is a kind-hearted, god-fearing woman. For the residents that have only met Margaret in these circumstances, that is all they know.
Beneath the guise of the innocent elderly lady act, Margaret is ruthless and opinionated. She has her beliefs and thoughts on certain subjects, and she will stick to them until the bitter end. In her younger years, she was subtle in her judgements. Now, she wears them like a badge of pride. If she likes a person, they will know it… if she doesn’t, well, they may or may not know it. Keeping up appearances is very important to the woman and a person’s social status will play a big factor in whether or not she publically displays her distaste for them. Her gossipy tongue may occasionally slip and spread dirt regardless of social status, especially if the story is juicy enough.
.:| H I S T O R Y |:.
Born and raised in Montgomery, Alabama, Margaret has her roots in the deep south. Her 1950s Alabama upbringing heavily influenced her passions for cooking and homemaking. Maggie was a studious girl, passing all of her classes with flying colors. In the winter of her junior year of high school, Margaret met the love of her life - Stephen James Williams. Their romance lasted through high school and on the day of graduation, Stephen asked Margaret to be his wife.
Neither Margaret nor Stephen’s parents came from money, so the couple had a relatively small wedding in 1969. The newlyweds had saved up enough to road trip to Florida for their honeymoon and spent a few weeks enjoying married life before Stephen left to join the marines. During his time with the marines, Stephen fought in the Vietnam War, often sending letters back to his love. To this day, Maggie has a wooden box containing each and every letter - wrought with spelling errors, but full of love.
Margaret spent her lonely years as a military wife keeping up a small two bedroom home with the combination of her husband’s pay and what little she made dressmaking and hemming clothing. Stephen returned home after five years in Vietnam due to an injury that he had sustained. Once Stephen was nursed back to health, their life together truly began.
In the summer of 1974, Margaret and Stephen found out they were pregnant. Maggie had always wanted a family and was so very excited to have a little baby girl to dote on. Unfortunately for the young couple, Margaret miscarried in the third trimester. The miscarriage had a brutally negative effect on the pair. As such, they did not try to have another child for a few more years, and Margaret picked up her smoking habit and love affair with gin to cope with the loss.
When Margaret became pregnant a second timea few years later, it was a surprise. At first, it scared her deeply, but the pregnancy went smoothly and Stephen and Maggie were blessed with a handsome boy. Alistair was their only son and he was raised with the best that they could offer, and all the love in the world. The family of three lived a simple, happy, all-american life until the Fall of 1993 - when Margaret was contacted by a scouting agent from Hollywood. At the time, she was competing in the Alabama State Fair pie making competition. When Maggie was announced the winner, the scout asked her to host a local demonstration, and her culinary talent and charisma charmed the masses. The rest, they say, was history.
Margaret, Stephen, and their teenage son Ali dug up their roots and relocated from Alabama to Southern California in the Spring of 1994. The move was traumatic, but exciting nonetheless. Working through beginning stages of the Food Network had been a more rough and daunting task than Maggie had ever expected. She loved her job, and the paycheck it brought in, but the amount of work she put in every week was exhausting. It was only through the supportive love of her husband and the ever-present flask of spirits in her purse that she kept her sanity through the years. There was also a time that Margaret dabbled in hard drug use, mostly cocaine. She didn't come clean to Stephen about this until some years after the fact.
Stephen and Margaret had accrued enough wealth to purchase a coveted six bedroom, four and a half bathroom home in Lakewood Summit in the Summer of 1997. It was in this home that they saw their son grow into the proud man he is today, and where they had hoped to help raise their future grandchildren. Margaret retired from her position with the Food Network in 2014 and has peacefully enjoyed the first two years of her retirement in the company of Stephen and now, her growing family as well.
.:| O C C U P A T I O N |:.
Retired celebrity chef with multiple Food Network specials that ran for nearly 20 years, the most notable being “Meals With Maggie”. Her cooking style was distinctly southern with an emphasis on creating entirely complete meals, from hors d'oeuvres to desserts and cocktails. This career is what netted the couple a good portion of the money to settle into Lakewood Summit. In the time between high school and the launch of her cooking career, Maggie made a living as a seamstress and housewive.
.:| H O B B I E S |:.
{{ Gardening - Maggie boasts not only the best personal flower gardens - she has won 1st place in the Lakewood Summit Flower & Garden Show for the past 5 years - but her husband and herself also meticulous keep up a fruitful vegetable garden on their property. Margaret was also the catalyst to the initiation of the Lakewood Summit community gardens project through her past involvement with the Homeowner’s Association. }}
{{ Cooking & Baking - Margaret did not have a career as a celebrity chef for 20 years for the fame alone, she genuinely has a love for all things culinary. If you just moved into the neighborhood, Maggie will be there with her freshly-baked chocolate cake, if you just lost a loved one, she’ll be there to the rescue with a week’s worth of casseroles, and the Academy bake-sales are always well-stocked with her artisanal confections. }}
{{ Sewing - Before becoming a celebrity chef, Margaret made her living as a seamstress. She learned needlework and quilting from her mother as a young girl and the hobby stuck. To this day, Maggie makes her own curtains and quilts sent hand-made dresses to Alistair for Vanessa when she was young. There isn’t an official Lakewood Summit sewing club, but Margaret organizes events and lessons for the younger girls in the town who ‘don’t know what it means to be a wife anymore’. }}
.:| R E L A T I O N S H I P S |:.
Stephen Williams – Husband – High school sweethearts, lovingly married for the past 57 years.
Alistair Williams Queen – Son – Maggie loves her son more than anyone in the world. His fierce independence and rebellious decision to lie to his parents about attending school overseas and not return for years to come wounded Margaret more than she would ever let on. Estranged son or not, Maggie loves him no else and is incredibly happy to have him coming home once more.
Vanessa Queen – Granddaughter – Having Nessa around has made Margaret realize just how old and out of touch she is. Although Maggie doesn't know her granddaughter well at all yet, she hopes to do anything and everything that she can to make Vanessa and Alistair feel loved and comfortable in Lakewood. If they decided to pack up and leave, surely she would not survive such a heartbreak in her twilight years.
.:| Grace | 29 | Married | Bisexual | Female |:.
.:| A P P E A R A N C E |:.
The only thing about Grace’s looks that could ever be described as average is her height, as she stands at a solid five feet, four inches. She keeps her figure a petite 105 pounds by attending tri-weekly zumba classes held at the Lakewood Country Club. Her signature makeup looks are rosy lip shades, rouged cheeks, and subtly lined lashes that are naturally long and feathery. Grace is also blessed with an endlessly smooth complexion, high cheekbones, and touchably soft facial features.
As a professional woman, Grace is almost always well-dressed. The Morris family isn’t nearly as wealthy as the majority of Lakewood’s residents, which dictates a tight budget for clothing expenditures. Through thrifty practices and bargain shopping, Grace has accrued a stylish and chic wardrobe that gives even the most exclusively designer-labeled yuppies a run for their money. Of course, being young and naturally gorgeous does give her a big lead in terms of appearances.
.:| P E R S O N A L I T Y |:.
Grace is the quiet girl, the nerdy bookworm that everyone always assumes to be a shy introvert. The opposing truth is obvious to anyone that knows Grace; spending time with others is how she reenergizes and finds purpose in life. Even with reading - a typically solitary activity - Grace prefers doing so in a group setting, so that she can openly discuss themes and theatrically act out her favorite scenes.
Kindhearted and beautiful, Grace has a smile that lights up a room in more ways than one. She is a good listener and friend, the kind that people always go to when they need a shoulder to cry on. Because of her maternal personality and professional training, these people tend to leave her presence feeling uplifted and enlightened, which in turn brightens her own mood.
The young mother’s biggest fault is her reaction to the stresses of life. In moments of high pressure or times of personal struggle, Grace shuts down. She internalizes problems until they fester and explode out of her, sometimes lashing out and hurting those closest to her. At her worst, she is irritable and snippy with everyone until she does whatever needs to be done to get out of the stressful situation. Once the task is complete, or the crisis averted, Grace comes back to her normal self almost instantly.
.:| H I S T O R Y |:.
“The American Dream” - at least that was what Mr. and Mrs. Yoo had in mind when they moved to the States from Incheon, South Korea in the late eighties with toddler-aged Gracie. Father Yoo held a PhD in molecular biology and had just accepted a position at Helix Biomedix - a Washington-based company specializing in bioactive peptides. Mrs. Yoo raised Grace as a stay at home mother for a short time before obtaining the proper local certifications to get a job in nursing.
Through the combined income of a doctoral research scientist and a registered nurse, the Yoo family earned enough to own a comfortable 4 bedroom home in Woodinville, Washington. The household priorities were as follows: God, school, passion - in that order. With strong Christian values, Grace was raised to attend church each and every Sunday that she was in good health.
When young Gracie proved that she could earn straight A’s without so much as breaking a sweat, her parents then laid out a selection of extracurricular options for her. ’Idle hands are the devil's workshop’, after all, and the Yoo’s wouldn’t want their daughter to ever grow bored and become so idle. The option that the little girl chose, naturally, was dance.
As a child, ballet was Grace’s life. She ate, slept, breathed, and dreamed dance - once her homework was complete, of course! Grace began travelling in middle school, performing tear-jerking recitals in exciting locations other than her own boring hometown. In high school, she began experimenting with other styles of dance, which is when she fell in love with salsa and hip hop. This trade off from the soft classics to a more modern, hard, and fast beat held long into college and present day.
Despite her parent’s wishes for her to become a doctor or a lawyer, Grace attended the University of Washington as a psychology major. Ever the studious girl, Grace latched on to the subject for it’s scientific foundation, but it was the human connection that truly kept her enthralled. Grace absolutely loved people. She was brought up with the ideals that her heart was supposed to reflect the light and love of Christ. While her ‘religion’ had fallen to the wayside in college, the message of kindness and love, and the need to help others, never left her heart.
It was at the end of Grace’s sophomore year in undergrad when her fellow ZTA sisters had finally convinced her to take a ‘study break’ and go to the local AEP fraternity mixer. This was the first college party that Grace had ever attended and, to this day, she thanks the heavens that she did! Brian Morris’ charming charisma and darling baby blues swept her off her feet that night. She had had a few secret boyfriends in high school, as well as a girlfriend in college, but Brian was her first ever truly serious relationship.
As it worked out, Brian would be her first and only college relationship. While Grace might have turned down the lawyer path, Brian planned to do just that upon graduation, and so, very reluctantly, Grace’s parents eventually accepted him as their beloved daughter’s boyfriend. This approval didn’t come until his acceptance letter from Harvard Law did, of course. The young couple had planned a short getaway to Washington’s pacific coast in the summer following their undergraduate graduation. It was here that Brian got down on one knee and proposed to Grace with the pacific ocean as a romantic backdrop. The ring was a cheap yellow gold with the tiniest chip of a diamond that he promised would someday be replaced by something grand, but none of that even mattered as she was excitedly jumping up and down in the sand squeaking “YES!YES!YES!”
The future Mr. and Mrs. Morris had a long engagement, as both planned on travelling to Massachusetts to further their education in the autumn following the proposal. Brian attended law school at Harvard while Grace worked towards her PhD in counseling psychology at Boston University. With their respective schools being only a 15 minute drive apart, the betrothed were able to get a small apartment together in the city. The closest-sized shack had a beat up oven that unevenly cooked most meals and a fussy sink that flooded that bathroom at least twice a month, but it was affordable and local, so the couple made it work for the four years that they lived in Boston.
As graduation present to the couple, Grace’s parents surprised them by gifting them ten thousand dollars to go towards their wedding budget in addition to the five grand that Brian’s parents offered. The couple used this obscene amount of money to fund a lavish beach wedding on the very same sands that Brian had proposed at, which was followed by a fully catered, open bar reception at the nearby resort and casino.
The Morris’ moved into a small apartment close to home in Washington following their wedding. Brian busied himself with making connections in the world of law, while Grace worked as an adjunct psychology professor at the local community college. The newlyweds accidentally became pregnant within the first year of their marriage and Grace gave birth to Elena Marie on July 20th, 2013. It was in this year that Brian landed his first major job as a lawyer, which the young family had to relocate to California for. The family of three rented a small two-bedroom house while Brian worked his tail off and Grace raised Elena at home. In 2014, Brian had climbed the ranks in his companies and gained the connections that got the Morris’ the house that they currently live in at Lakewood Summit.
The past two years at The Summit have been a wild ride. The expenses of this new lavish lifestyle were hard to keep up with but, thankfully, the guidance counselor position at Lakewood Academy opened up in 2015 and Grace’s education and credentials, combined with being so local, made for an easy and immediate hire once she passed the PRAXIS. With their finances stabilized and the future ahead, the Morris’ intentionally tried for their second child and Grace gave birth to Brian Daniel Jr just one month ago.
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Grace works as the sole guidance counselor at Lakewood Academy. As such, she acts as a therapist, counselor, course scheduler, and career coach for children from the ages of 5 to 18. Helping students with their mental and emotional health and seeing the teens get into their dream colleges through her guidance and assistance are the most fulfilling parts of her job, but also the most stressful. Grace is currently on paid maternity leave while she cares for her newborn son and is set to return to work in a few short weeks.
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{{ Dancing - Grace took ballet lessons growing up and now enjoys zumba for the fitness as well as a means for releasing pent up aggression and energy. Dance has been and always will be one of Grace’s greatest passions.}}
{{ Reading - Attends the Lakewood Summit Book Club run by Hadrian. Grace also frequents the local bookshop just outside the gates. Reading is her escape from the stresses of reality and she often keeps at least three ‘for leisure’ books on hand in her office at work. }}
{{ Wine - Yes, wine can be a hobby if you try really hard. Grace isn’t an alcoholic by any means, at least not if you ask her, but a fine merlot sure does one good when it comes to de-stressing. This hobby often goes hand in hand with reading and the book club - they should really call it the Lakewood Summit Book and Wino Club. }}
.:| R E L A T I O N S H I P S |:.
Brian Daniel Morris – husband – College sweethearts, they have been married for four years.
Elena Marie Morris – daughter – This rambunctious and adorable little girl has been the light of Grace’s life for the past 3 years.
Brian Daniel Morris Jr. – son – One month old Brian Jr is still too young to have a developed relationship with his parents, besides one of complete and utter affection, and constant care.
Princess – pet – The Morris’ bought this pup for Elena’s second birthday. She is a loved and adored member of the family, and Elena named her, of course.
.:| Clay | 36 | Single | Homosexual | Male |:.
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Handsome. It doesn’t matter who you ask, it is almost universally agreed among Clay’s peers that he is one incredibly handsome man. Clayton generally keeps his hair shaved close to the scalp with a matching stubble-length goatee. A straight white smile shines in lovely contrast with his warm, mocha complexion. Clay is of African American and Filipino descent, the latter being mostly evident in his eyes, which sit below perfectly maintained eyebrows.
Having done a decent amount of modeling as a child and teenager, Clayton mastered the gaze, or ‘smeyes’, as Tyra Banks coined it, at an early age. Even when engaging in everyday conversations, Clay’s posture and expressions are always camera ready and captivating. Clay’s clothing choices are simple, yet fashionable. He wears dark-wash jeans and opts for plain, solid colored t-shirts that are just tight enough to display all of his hard work. In the colder months he adds equally fitted blazers, sports coats, and leather jackets into the mix. Through the combination of a strict, healthy diet and a balanced workout regime, Clayton has a finely-tuned muscular physique. His sculpted form is not only aesthetically pleasing, but useful and sometimes necessary in his line of work.
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Clayton is a people person, simply put. The man could and would chat up a pole if there wasn’t another person around to talk to. Clay is an extrovert in every sense of the word, preferring to keep conversation flowing even if, especially if, it ends up revolving around him. If there is an awkward silence, he will fill it. When walking through or standing in a room, he tends to stick to the center of it. If he sees a group of people chatting or hears of a social event, he will almost always join in.
Though Clay may be a conversational commander, it never comes off as bragging or offensive in any way. His confident smile is contagious, and he seeks to make everyone feel included in a group by figuring out what they like and starting up a conversation about that. If other people don’t have anything to add, Clay is more than happy to talk about topics that he likes and is passionate about.
For the most part, Clay is a very likeable man - those who would say otherwise are the ones that have seen Clay’s ugly side. He struggles with honesty, the white lies of his childhood grew and bled into his adult life in much more toxic ways. This dishonest nature has led to the downfall of many of Clayton’s intimate relationships, which goes hand-in-hand with Clay’s other major struggle: commitment. Whether it be a relationship, a job, or a house… Clayton bores easily. He is very aware of his noncommittal ways and is actively trying to combat them. Clayton dreams of meeting the one, and settling down with them, perhaps even raising a family, but he almost always runs from or ruins any chances at reaching this goal. Clay hopes that a fresh start at Lakewood Summit will be enough to make an honest man of him.
.:| H I S T O R Y |:.
Clayton was born to a wealthy Southern Californian couple on July 9th, 1980. Clay’s father, Elijah, was a best-selling romance novelist while his mother, Chesa, was primarily a model, but also a small-time television actress, featuring mostly in daytime dramas. Given his parents’ professions, Clayton and his twin sister, Claire, grew up wanting for nothing. They attended private school together and in the 3rd grade, Chesa used her connections to kick off the children’s own modeling careers.
Modeling wasn’t really proposed as an option, but both the Bennett children enjoyed it none-the-less. Being a closeted homosexual up until college, modeling gave Clayton the confidence that he needed to thrive in school, despite the secret that he kept hidden deep inside. Clayton obviously didn’t have too many girlfriends, but his good looks, charismatic charm, and position as halfback on the football team netted him popularity in high school. Claire, however, was less fortunate. She had plenty of boyfriends and popularity, of course, but the pressures of the modeling industry led to her developing an eating disorder.
Claire spent the majority of her senior year of high school being treated at an inpatient care facility for anorexia nervosa and anxiety disorder. Seeing the negative effects that the beauty industry had had on his twin sister urged Clayton to quit modeling before graduating high school. Even when Claire was released and recovering, Clay never looked back to modeling. He had instead been accepted at San Diego State University’s School of Exercise and Nutritional Sciences, where he eventually earned his Bachelor of Science in Kinesiology with an emphasis on a fitness specialist career track.
It was during his time at SDSU that Clayton finally felt comfortable enough to come out to both his family and friends. Elijah wasn’t warm and receptive about the news that his son preferred men, in fact he became much more cold and distant after the news, but his mother was far more accepting, being that the model had a few GBFs herself. Claire had given him the biggest hug and said that she had always known, twin ESP and all, and that it never made her love him any less. Once out, Clay had a new boyfriend almost every year in college, but none of them really stuck for the long term.
When Clayton graduated with his bachelor’s degree, Chesa was able to use her acting connections to get Clay’s foot in the door in Hollywood. Clayton had no interest in acting, he instead put his degree to use by becoming both a personal trainer and bodyguard-for-hire for the rich and famous. He was paid handsomely to stand by in tailored suits and look appropriately brutish and menacing whilst guarding his primarily young, female clientele.
In ten years time, Clayton had grown his private business into a significant source of wealth. He had made a name for himself and rubbed elbows with the right people in order to climb in social status. In 2013, Clay became the personal trainer of the indie movie movie star heartthrob, Jason Hayes. Jason was Clay’s highest profile client to-date and, over the first few months of their relationship, the lines between business and pleasure had been crossed. Oh, there was pleasure, and there was lots of it. Jason was openly and proudly bisexual, so their romantic relationship quickly became a public one.
The press loved the couple, constantly watching and snapshotting their outings together, including Jason’s romantic proposal to Clayton in Cancun. It was the picture perfect moment… and the picture perfect life, or so it seemed. Jason doted on his fiance, they even moved in together in Hayes’ Beverly Hills mansion during their year-long engagement.
Jason often had to leave the state or the country whilst filming, which left Clayton with a lot of time to himself - a lot of time to make mistakes. When Jay wasn’t wrapped up in work, he was frenzied with wedding plans. The publicity and commitment caused Clay to grow flakey - not that he would ever show that in his photo-ready demeanor. For someone with no interest in acting, he was certainly quite good at it. It was during one of Jason’s many filming excursions that Clay had made his first mistake - Bradley French. Clayton continued to make this mistake again and again, very careful to keep the affair out of the public eye. As it turns out, it is much easier to dodge the paparazzi than it is to keep the prying eyes of your fiance in the dark.
When Jason learned of the affair, he immediately called off the engagement. Clayton moved out of their Beverly Hills home the next week with the promise that neither of them would talk about what happened. Too much of their personal lives had already been made public, this did not need to be. All of this happened three months ago. To this day, there has been no official statement on the reason for their separation. There are rumors, but none from significant sources. Clay has since cut ties with Bradley and everyone else close to the situation. The deal on his new home in Lakewood Summit closed just last week, and Clayton is currently in the process of moving in. Clay is hoping to let sleeping dogs lie and have a fresh start in the pleasant suburbia that is Lakewood Summit.
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Clayton is a personal trainer and a celebrity bodyguard for hire. Personal training is the career that Clay is much more passionate about, and it is also the one that takes up the majority of his time and brings in a steady stream of income. The bodyguard job is a bit less consistent. When a foreign or young celebrity comes into town that requires accompaniment in addition to or in the absence of their own security, Clayton is one of the names in the business that they hire for the duration of their stay. Clay also is hired for back-up security on high profile celebrity events. These jobs and placements tend to bring in a lot of money, but are inconsistent and infrequent in the grand scheme of things.
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{{ Fitness - From eating well to cardio, strength training, bodybuilding, and reading up the latest studies and articles, Clayton’s greatest passion and lifelong hobby is fitness. }}
{{ Club Sports - Although Clayton is brand new to The Summit, he will soon be joining the Lakewood Country Club as both a member and a local personal trainer for the gym. As a member, he will be participating in the usual club sporting activities, namely tennis and golf. }}
{{ Socializing - Clayton will quickly make himself a household name in the community, hopefully only in a positive way. If there is an open invite social event or outing, he will join in if he is able. Once Clay is done unpacking some of these boxes, he hope to make the rounds and gain a new group of friends. Socializing in this new location full of wealthy beautiful people is sure to net him a few new PT clients as well. }}
.:| R E L A T I O N S H I P S |:.
Claire – sister – The twin bond never really goes away. Although their lives have lead them to different places and paths, Clayton and Claire are still very close and call each other at least once a week. Moving to Lakewood Summit was actually Claire’s suggestion after hearing about the latest scandal. Claire makes her living as a fashion model, using her platform to actively speaking about her adolescent struggles with anorexia and encouraging other models and aspiring models to lead healthy lives.
Chesa – mother – Clay get along with his mother well enough. Although Clay recognizes that she can be controlling and naive, she raised him and his sister in as loving and supportive of a way that she knew how. Chesa and Clay talk less often than he does with his sister, sometimes only on a monthly basis.
Elijah – father – Clayton’s relationship with his father is the most strained of the three. Although the man is a romance author, he has never been a warm and loving father. He doted on his wife, provided for his children, and disown his son for his gayness. As far as their father-son relationship is concerned, it could have been much worse, but it should have been better, in Clay’s opinion.
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▻ Handsome by anyone's standard. If self-awareness could be a crime, please, Errol like would have had that charged against him, among other things. Those days have long since passed, thank the lord. Now, Errol doesn't feel the need to bring any unwanted attention to his attractiveness. Mostly, it's that nagging feeling that he's likely being judged for even looking remotely similar to the senator's kid arrested for possession and reckless driving and assaulting a cop. And then even more so when they find out, 'Oh, that is him. Wow, what a loser.'
Thus, Errol often tones it down when it comes to his clothing. His attire is never too flashy, never consists of bright colors, nothing to accentuate his features or highlight his face. Most of his closet consists of suits for anything formal his mother undoubtedly invites him too, along with rows and rows of khaki pants and button up shirts for his day job. Out in public, it's usually a regular tee-shirt, a pair of sunglasses, and a cap. Occasionally, he'll layer on a beard when he's feeling particularly anxious.
Of course, Errol doesn't exactly demand attention when he walks into a room - name and renown aren't exactly an issue where he lives. Sure, he's certainly attractive and can dial that up should the need arise, but Errol doesn't exactly want that. Even then, he doesn't need to do much to get people to look the other way, as his features often come off as brooding and closed off - body cues and a resting bitch face help tremendously. The stature, the baggy close to hide his lean muscle, and the relatively average 5'9" height keep him where he wants to be, generally out of everyone's business.
Thus, Errol often tones it down when it comes to his clothing. His attire is never too flashy, never consists of bright colors, nothing to accentuate his features or highlight his face. Most of his closet consists of suits for anything formal his mother undoubtedly invites him too, along with rows and rows of khaki pants and button up shirts for his day job. Out in public, it's usually a regular tee-shirt, a pair of sunglasses, and a cap. Occasionally, he'll layer on a beard when he's feeling particularly anxious.
Of course, Errol doesn't exactly demand attention when he walks into a room - name and renown aren't exactly an issue where he lives. Sure, he's certainly attractive and can dial that up should the need arise, but Errol doesn't exactly want that. Even then, he doesn't need to do much to get people to look the other way, as his features often come off as brooding and closed off - body cues and a resting bitch face help tremendously. The stature, the baggy close to hide his lean muscle, and the relatively average 5'9" height keep him where he wants to be, generally out of everyone's business.
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▻ Errol's always favored himself a quiet kid, up until a certain point in his life. That's never changed. Errol doesn't particularly enjoy the scrutiny his family faces, particularly anyone but his own mother. Most of what he's done has been localized, mainly staying within the beautiful Californian state. Unfortunately, the state itself is a hotbed for publicity and his mother takes great advantage of it. Errol, however, never really fit into the public eye. It's always been that way. Anxiety hits Errol harder than most and he's succumbed to the woes of depression plenty in his teenage life.
It never got awful, though. It never escalated beyond that, until he hit his stride in his college years. From eighteen onward (about his twenty-second) Errol took an entire one-eighty. Influenced by a number of friends and by what he considered a lover - a much older one - Errol let himself decline. His demeanor turned from reserved and quiet, to sharp and brutish. He cared little for anyone but himself during his time, and his next fix. Parties had never been an issue during high school, yet his mother couldn't stop hearing about them. Reports and reports filing in just as she began her term as a congresswoman. Errol turned into something he has a very hard time looking back to.
Now, he's met with support from the few family members that bothered to remember his name - namely his mother and sister. Errol shies away from a lot of the public, preferring to keep to his home and to himself. Mostly to keep everything he's done to himself, or as much as he can. It's been years, but it's still easy to remember, still fresh in people's minds. And that runs most of Errol's anxiety and dictates how he interacts with people. Most of his conversations remain brusque, polite, and to the point. It's influenced a lot of how he speaks and his distance from other people tend to mark him as rather snobbish. It's not like Errol minds, much, as it's better than what they could say about him. Still, even those little opinions sway Errol into making decisions based on that thought process alone. His mother thinks he needs to see a shrink, but he insists he's quite fine.
At least he's gone back to what he used to be. At least he can look himself in the mirror and be moderately happy about who he sees. Even if that individual can sometimes come off as an asshat. Some people lack the thick skin to keep up with his harsh sarcasm and Errol doesn't deny that he's snippy, if a little bit caustic. He's not a misanthrope, per se, but he wouldn't mind if people buggered off.
It never got awful, though. It never escalated beyond that, until he hit his stride in his college years. From eighteen onward (about his twenty-second) Errol took an entire one-eighty. Influenced by a number of friends and by what he considered a lover - a much older one - Errol let himself decline. His demeanor turned from reserved and quiet, to sharp and brutish. He cared little for anyone but himself during his time, and his next fix. Parties had never been an issue during high school, yet his mother couldn't stop hearing about them. Reports and reports filing in just as she began her term as a congresswoman. Errol turned into something he has a very hard time looking back to.
Now, he's met with support from the few family members that bothered to remember his name - namely his mother and sister. Errol shies away from a lot of the public, preferring to keep to his home and to himself. Mostly to keep everything he's done to himself, or as much as he can. It's been years, but it's still easy to remember, still fresh in people's minds. And that runs most of Errol's anxiety and dictates how he interacts with people. Most of his conversations remain brusque, polite, and to the point. It's influenced a lot of how he speaks and his distance from other people tend to mark him as rather snobbish. It's not like Errol minds, much, as it's better than what they could say about him. Still, even those little opinions sway Errol into making decisions based on that thought process alone. His mother thinks he needs to see a shrink, but he insists he's quite fine.
At least he's gone back to what he used to be. At least he can look himself in the mirror and be moderately happy about who he sees. Even if that individual can sometimes come off as an asshat. Some people lack the thick skin to keep up with his harsh sarcasm and Errol doesn't deny that he's snippy, if a little bit caustic. He's not a misanthrope, per se, but he wouldn't mind if people buggered off.
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▻ There's a saying that his mother, Diane Howe, repeats on a near daily basis: "Promises are bullshit. As a politician, it's bullshit that works." They live mostly with that in mind, or at least that's how Diane runs her campaigns. Her children and her home? They mostly live in a layer of 'American Dream Family,' and just work from there. The public absolutely eats it up. Errol had to live through a minimal amount as a young child, though his sister came in at a rather inopportune time. In fact, a lot of shit hit the fan in the middle of the road.
Still, Errol's life was never anything to complain about. His mother doted on him, even her words had more bite to them than necessary. She was blunt and the people around her loved it. Honest? Maybe - when it mattered. Acting transparent and being transparent were two entirely different things, however. Diane played to that to an alarming degree, yet she tread carefully enough that her tactics never really backfired. Some slip ups, certainly, a few mishaps, but no one's perfect. She never expected much of the same from her family - she played politics like a game and if she could keep her children from becoming pawns, then all the better.
Thus, Errol mainly staid out of the spot light. He attended a private school with private tutors during the summer and excelled in mainly the sciences. At an early age, he took up the piano, crooned songs when his mother had enough time to sit with him and idly sip at her wine while she watched her son play. They had an odd relationship, to the say the least. Most of her words seemed entirely cold, nearly abusive and discouraging; Errol bit back with the same acid used against him. To this day, it honed most of his wit and ability to think on his feet. She never meant it, though, unless he actually did something stupid - and he did plenty. While Diane never came off as affectionate or tactile, she showed her love all the same.
Work escalated when Errol graduated and with Errol off to Stanford for most of his studies and his mother campaigning for a spot in Congress, it left a lot of room for Errol to live life alone. Alone, in the sense that he had no parental supervision. That had been the absolute worse choice he made. He hadn't realize just how much he relied on his mother's blunt pressure bearing down on him to keep him from doing the stupidest things he could thing of. And Errol never really partied, never really ached for that spotlight, especially not concerning negative press. Harming his mother's reputation was the last thing on his mind.
That wasn't exactly how things worked out. Most of Errol's friends recognized him for what he was, included him in a group of mingling old and new money kids - people with billions in inheritance and not a care for anything but the money and fame. The lifestyle they lived wasn't exactly one that Errol fancied. Yet, an older man convinced him otherwise.
One of his professors, a coach for the rowing team in Stanford, took a great liking to Errol and once the semester passed, he pursued him with a great fervor. Their relationship had been Errol's first in everything and an enlightening discovery of his own sexuality. It proceeded harmlessly, quite nicely in fact. He doted on Errol, gave him absolutely everything, and showed him quite a bit more than Errol had expected from a first time boyfriend. Unfortunately, that made him all the easier to manipulate and eventually Errol fell into a crowd of people he desperately wanted approval from. Would do anything to get. It appalls him now how much their opinions truly mattered then and how much it drove him to do things he absolutely hated.
The first time it happened had been at his first party. They treated it as a hazing, of sorts, lined up a good dose of coke for someone's first time and convinced him to snort it fully. The next few hours had been the best high he'd felt in years. The drug sizzled in his veins and propelled him forward, made him more confident, more like everyone around him, and more susceptible to following their lead. The next subsequent times required higher doses and the fall drove him to a terrible, itchy neediness. The first time he'd experienced the after effects of the drug, Errol suffered a terrible insomnia that allowed him to sleep in unsatisfying, thirty minute bursts. The next few times, he made sure were within a reasonable time zone.
Before Errol could truly stop and look around, months had passed, his relationships strained and his world focused mainly on the drug and what it could do for him. Those few moments high, he accomplished a grand amount of things he probably couldn't. The friends he'd made only further encouraged it, brought him in and used him to their hearts' content. He grew aggressive, edgy, and ultimately something that Errol knew he wasn't and shouldn't have been in a million years. Regular frat boy comes to mind.
Another year passed and he'd dove even further, eventually pushing all kinds of relationships to the wayside. His relationship with his professor grew strained and when it became apparent that the man had made a mistake in introducing someone like Errol - who'd had a hidden, addictive mentality - to something as dangerous as cocaine, he bailed. Errol hadn't noticed, still fixated on where he could get his next fix. Eventually, he started consuming other drugs, mostly party oriented drugs that he could get on a night without a coke high to fixate on. It drove him into the ground, splattered his name on papers and magazines as his mother grew in her own renown.
It didn't stop until everything Errol did, all the terrible mistakes he made in just a night, gained enough infamy that his mother's own job had been at risk. She'd found him that summer in his dilapidated apartment, the summer funds she'd given him already run dry. Diane nearly broke down. She couldn't think of anything to say, so she yelled at him. Profanities. Anything. She just needed something to say to keep from truly breaking apart in front of her kid.
After a few behind the scenes action from his mother and her team, Errol found himself in rehab, somewhere out of the public eye. The withdrawal hit him hard for how much he'd been using over the year. They hadn't actually been too certain if he'd suffer long term, more permanent damage, especially to his brain, but they were certain he at least had the sense not to accidentally OD. Not yet, that is. It took a few months before Errol found his feet again another few months until he could attend school again.
He quickly gained a decent position at a government research firm (after a lot of heavy lifting from his mother and numerous drug tests), worked his way up, and found himself a founder in a private researching division working on pharmaceutical drugs - funny how they'd trust him with more drugs. It all eventually worked out, and it became rather easy to save up his own money. Another few years later and he found himself in Lakewood Summit looking at a 6 million dollar home - his mother didn't see the appeal, but wouldn't deny her son anything. Obviously, he needed just a tad bit of help from his mother, but he eventually came to own a nice, European-style home just a walk away from Sparkling Springs.
Not a few years into his residence, did he hear urgent word from his own mother. She'd sent his sister to live with him for an indefinite amount of time. Not two months later did she divorce from her husband of eighteen years. Bewildered at the turn of events, Errol didn't question his mother's decision, but it did pique his curiosity. Unfortunately, he hadn't seen his sister in years and her timid, almost frightful nature never really rang as odd to him. Of course, being sixteen, she was more than expected to attend classes at Lakewood Academy and he had to begrudge the inevitable PTA meetings that came with.
Still, Errol's life was never anything to complain about. His mother doted on him, even her words had more bite to them than necessary. She was blunt and the people around her loved it. Honest? Maybe - when it mattered. Acting transparent and being transparent were two entirely different things, however. Diane played to that to an alarming degree, yet she tread carefully enough that her tactics never really backfired. Some slip ups, certainly, a few mishaps, but no one's perfect. She never expected much of the same from her family - she played politics like a game and if she could keep her children from becoming pawns, then all the better.
Thus, Errol mainly staid out of the spot light. He attended a private school with private tutors during the summer and excelled in mainly the sciences. At an early age, he took up the piano, crooned songs when his mother had enough time to sit with him and idly sip at her wine while she watched her son play. They had an odd relationship, to the say the least. Most of her words seemed entirely cold, nearly abusive and discouraging; Errol bit back with the same acid used against him. To this day, it honed most of his wit and ability to think on his feet. She never meant it, though, unless he actually did something stupid - and he did plenty. While Diane never came off as affectionate or tactile, she showed her love all the same.
Work escalated when Errol graduated and with Errol off to Stanford for most of his studies and his mother campaigning for a spot in Congress, it left a lot of room for Errol to live life alone. Alone, in the sense that he had no parental supervision. That had been the absolute worse choice he made. He hadn't realize just how much he relied on his mother's blunt pressure bearing down on him to keep him from doing the stupidest things he could thing of. And Errol never really partied, never really ached for that spotlight, especially not concerning negative press. Harming his mother's reputation was the last thing on his mind.
That wasn't exactly how things worked out. Most of Errol's friends recognized him for what he was, included him in a group of mingling old and new money kids - people with billions in inheritance and not a care for anything but the money and fame. The lifestyle they lived wasn't exactly one that Errol fancied. Yet, an older man convinced him otherwise.
One of his professors, a coach for the rowing team in Stanford, took a great liking to Errol and once the semester passed, he pursued him with a great fervor. Their relationship had been Errol's first in everything and an enlightening discovery of his own sexuality. It proceeded harmlessly, quite nicely in fact. He doted on Errol, gave him absolutely everything, and showed him quite a bit more than Errol had expected from a first time boyfriend. Unfortunately, that made him all the easier to manipulate and eventually Errol fell into a crowd of people he desperately wanted approval from. Would do anything to get. It appalls him now how much their opinions truly mattered then and how much it drove him to do things he absolutely hated.
The first time it happened had been at his first party. They treated it as a hazing, of sorts, lined up a good dose of coke for someone's first time and convinced him to snort it fully. The next few hours had been the best high he'd felt in years. The drug sizzled in his veins and propelled him forward, made him more confident, more like everyone around him, and more susceptible to following their lead. The next subsequent times required higher doses and the fall drove him to a terrible, itchy neediness. The first time he'd experienced the after effects of the drug, Errol suffered a terrible insomnia that allowed him to sleep in unsatisfying, thirty minute bursts. The next few times, he made sure were within a reasonable time zone.
Before Errol could truly stop and look around, months had passed, his relationships strained and his world focused mainly on the drug and what it could do for him. Those few moments high, he accomplished a grand amount of things he probably couldn't. The friends he'd made only further encouraged it, brought him in and used him to their hearts' content. He grew aggressive, edgy, and ultimately something that Errol knew he wasn't and shouldn't have been in a million years. Regular frat boy comes to mind.
Another year passed and he'd dove even further, eventually pushing all kinds of relationships to the wayside. His relationship with his professor grew strained and when it became apparent that the man had made a mistake in introducing someone like Errol - who'd had a hidden, addictive mentality - to something as dangerous as cocaine, he bailed. Errol hadn't noticed, still fixated on where he could get his next fix. Eventually, he started consuming other drugs, mostly party oriented drugs that he could get on a night without a coke high to fixate on. It drove him into the ground, splattered his name on papers and magazines as his mother grew in her own renown.
It didn't stop until everything Errol did, all the terrible mistakes he made in just a night, gained enough infamy that his mother's own job had been at risk. She'd found him that summer in his dilapidated apartment, the summer funds she'd given him already run dry. Diane nearly broke down. She couldn't think of anything to say, so she yelled at him. Profanities. Anything. She just needed something to say to keep from truly breaking apart in front of her kid.
After a few behind the scenes action from his mother and her team, Errol found himself in rehab, somewhere out of the public eye. The withdrawal hit him hard for how much he'd been using over the year. They hadn't actually been too certain if he'd suffer long term, more permanent damage, especially to his brain, but they were certain he at least had the sense not to accidentally OD. Not yet, that is. It took a few months before Errol found his feet again another few months until he could attend school again.
He quickly gained a decent position at a government research firm (after a lot of heavy lifting from his mother and numerous drug tests), worked his way up, and found himself a founder in a private researching division working on pharmaceutical drugs - funny how they'd trust him with more drugs. It all eventually worked out, and it became rather easy to save up his own money. Another few years later and he found himself in Lakewood Summit looking at a 6 million dollar home - his mother didn't see the appeal, but wouldn't deny her son anything. Obviously, he needed just a tad bit of help from his mother, but he eventually came to own a nice, European-style home just a walk away from Sparkling Springs.
Not a few years into his residence, did he hear urgent word from his own mother. She'd sent his sister to live with him for an indefinite amount of time. Not two months later did she divorce from her husband of eighteen years. Bewildered at the turn of events, Errol didn't question his mother's decision, but it did pique his curiosity. Unfortunately, he hadn't seen his sister in years and her timid, almost frightful nature never really rang as odd to him. Of course, being sixteen, she was more than expected to attend classes at Lakewood Academy and he had to begrudge the inevitable PTA meetings that came with.
❯❯❯ O C C U P A T I O N ❮❮❮
▻ Congresswoman's son, works for a private, pharmaceutical research company of which he founded after discovering a new type of medication with a friend and coworker of his - it provides him with most of his money. He doesn't like the stress of owning the company, so he takes a small pay cut to simply work for them as a co-founder. Obviously there's also a trust fund for him and his sister.
[Co-founder of a now large and booming pharmaceutical research company]
[Co-founder of a now large and booming pharmaceutical research company]
❯❯❯ H O B B I E S ❮❮❮
▻ Formerly cocaine and/or molly. - this is something, in particular, that he refuses to talk about. People likely know, but no one's bothered to say anything. His mother did a lot of work keeping things from the public, but sometimes one can't help a leak or two. Fortunately, either no one knows, no one cares to acknowledge it over their own problems (cause it's technically old news), or they all talk about it behind his back. He just hopes to god it's not the latter. It's probably the latter.
▻ Formerly partying hard. - just another thing he refuses to acknowledge, though this specifically has been leaked a lot more than the drugs part. He supposes people assume drugs were involved, even if his mother bribed the publishes to drop those parts and stick with the alcohol and the partying.
▻ Begrudgingly attends PTA meetings - his sister being only sixteen and only a sophomore, she needs someone to involve themselves in her scholastic career. Without either of his parents currently in the picture, that someone has to be him. He hates it, but it puts a shy smile on Cara's face, so he can't complain - it also allows him a better standing with her.
▻ Plays Piano and Sings - ever since he was old enough to learn, Errol's been pushed into lesson after lesson until finally something stuck. When his mother gets the chance, she likes to sit down and listen to him croon out old love songs. Either that or some god awful reprise of a terrible pop song because he knows how much it irritates her - but she won't say anything because that'd be rude. Like she has an issue with being rude.
▻ Yoga - they offered free classes (or kind of free? they paid for the entire stay, so...) at his rehabilitation center and he leaped at the opportunity. It was either this or something more dull and less entertaining than watching a bunch of entirely unflexible individuals try stupid poses. Unfortunately, it's worked wonders to curb his anxiety, depression, and stress and works well with the medication he's been taking (and is monitored on). He's waiting for some asshole to laugh at him.
▻ Meditation - along with yoga, his instructor at rehab encouraged meditation and for those that wished to stay after, allowed a few lessons intermixed with the poses and stretches. This one's less embarrassing and one he's more inclined to use more often.
▻ Anonymous Counseling - this one he takes far, far away from Lakewood just out of fear of judgement. It's a number of meetings across the week, his happened to land on a friday morning. It takes him an hour to get there, the session lasts two hours, and an hour to get back so he's usually home by the time Cara is. Errol tells absolutely no one of these.
▻ Smoking - a bad habit, but not one that people tend to condemn. It's more like publicly frown upon and Errol's more than okay with that. It gives him something to do with his hands.
▻ Keeping up Appearance - after the whole fiasco with drugs, Errol's been very mindful of what he does and how it gets around. He nearly tanked his mother's career and he's sure if he did something insanely dumb, again, she'd have his hide.
▻ Formerly partying hard. - just another thing he refuses to acknowledge, though this specifically has been leaked a lot more than the drugs part. He supposes people assume drugs were involved, even if his mother bribed the publishes to drop those parts and stick with the alcohol and the partying.
▻ Begrudgingly attends PTA meetings - his sister being only sixteen and only a sophomore, she needs someone to involve themselves in her scholastic career. Without either of his parents currently in the picture, that someone has to be him. He hates it, but it puts a shy smile on Cara's face, so he can't complain - it also allows him a better standing with her.
▻ Plays Piano and Sings - ever since he was old enough to learn, Errol's been pushed into lesson after lesson until finally something stuck. When his mother gets the chance, she likes to sit down and listen to him croon out old love songs. Either that or some god awful reprise of a terrible pop song because he knows how much it irritates her - but she won't say anything because that'd be rude. Like she has an issue with being rude.
▻ Yoga - they offered free classes (or kind of free? they paid for the entire stay, so...) at his rehabilitation center and he leaped at the opportunity. It was either this or something more dull and less entertaining than watching a bunch of entirely unflexible individuals try stupid poses. Unfortunately, it's worked wonders to curb his anxiety, depression, and stress and works well with the medication he's been taking (and is monitored on). He's waiting for some asshole to laugh at him.
▻ Meditation - along with yoga, his instructor at rehab encouraged meditation and for those that wished to stay after, allowed a few lessons intermixed with the poses and stretches. This one's less embarrassing and one he's more inclined to use more often.
▻ Anonymous Counseling - this one he takes far, far away from Lakewood just out of fear of judgement. It's a number of meetings across the week, his happened to land on a friday morning. It takes him an hour to get there, the session lasts two hours, and an hour to get back so he's usually home by the time Cara is. Errol tells absolutely no one of these.
▻ Smoking - a bad habit, but not one that people tend to condemn. It's more like publicly frown upon and Errol's more than okay with that. It gives him something to do with his hands.
▻ Keeping up Appearance - after the whole fiasco with drugs, Errol's been very mindful of what he does and how it gets around. He nearly tanked his mother's career and he's sure if he did something insanely dumb, again, she'd have his hide.
❯❯❯ R E L A T I O N S H I P S ❮❮❮
▻ Cara Howe – Half-Sister – Slightly estranged relationship, they are unfortunately ten years apart and once Cara hit eight, her brother had already left home. Errol doesn't know much about his sister, though he wants to, especially concerning her odd situation.
❯ ❯ ❯ ❚ J.J. / Jay / James ❚ Thirty-Seven ❚ Single ❚ Conflicted ❚ Male ❚ ❯ ❯ ❯
❯ ❯ ❯ ❚ Never Be Like You - Flume (ft. Kai) ❚ Stand By Me (Cover) - Florence + the Machine ❚ In the Woods Somewhere - Hozier ❚ ❯ ❯ ❯
❯❯❯ A P P E A R A N C E ❮❮❮
▻ Every measure of James is edged in softness. Long rounded features with a subtle expression of jaw gives James gentle sweeps in shadows that lightens any hard edges, or corners of his face. Severeness doesn't translate well in James' expressions, sadly; anger doesn't suit him and neither does tension. Handsome would be a good expression of James' features, if used in the context of commenting old ladies or mothers of friends who had a smidgen too much to drink. He's good-looking in a stable, ordinary way. Special isn't something James appears to want, especially concerning his own looks.
Having an incredibly tall stature does nothing for James' humbleness. Most people find it incredibly hard to not notice a 6'4" behemoth (beanpole) standing over them, no matter how 'gentle' they look. The added musculature from military training that quickly dissolved into necessary routine doesn't aid in softening his first impressions. After the first 'Whoa' is out of the way, a second look definitely dispels any notion of James as anything but a dumb softy.
Most of James' clothing consists of pairs of jeans, nice slacks, and lots of nice sweaters and button ups. Mostly sweaters, though. He likes the sweaters. It's all very toned down, as well as very typical of James. For some reason, the whole sweater game seems to fit him. Maybe it's that shy, dad vibe he seems to give off or the sense that he's chastity, faith, and Sunday Church goer personified. He's even got the loafers to prove it.
Having an incredibly tall stature does nothing for James' humbleness. Most people find it incredibly hard to not notice a 6'4" behemoth (beanpole) standing over them, no matter how 'gentle' they look. The added musculature from military training that quickly dissolved into necessary routine doesn't aid in softening his first impressions. After the first 'Whoa' is out of the way, a second look definitely dispels any notion of James as anything but a dumb softy.
Most of James' clothing consists of pairs of jeans, nice slacks, and lots of nice sweaters and button ups. Mostly sweaters, though. He likes the sweaters. It's all very toned down, as well as very typical of James. For some reason, the whole sweater game seems to fit him. Maybe it's that shy, dad vibe he seems to give off or the sense that he's chastity, faith, and Sunday Church goer personified. He's even got the loafers to prove it.
❯❯❯ P E R S O N A L I T Y ❮❮❮
"The measure of a man is not how great his faith is, but how great his love is." - J.C. Watts
"The measure of a man is not how great his faith is, but how great his love is." - J.C. Watts
▻ He's not your typical man, but he is what you'd expect when you look at him. James comes off as an open book and that's true, for the most part. The only things James hides consist of personal memories and issues he's thinks aren't privy to appropriate, acquaintance type relationships. He's soft spoken, if a little goofy, with an entire heart too big to fit in his chest. A big heart doesn't make him likable; being nice doesn't grant a person charisma. What's most apparent when James tends to show his face is his unbelievable persistence and lack of personal boundaries in social situations (barring divulging in dark, personal secrets).
Driven by an underlying loneliness, James seeks personal companionship without realizing his own trespasses. He more so makes acquaintances rather than friends just because his personality tends to veer on the personable side of things. The rest, the lack of timing, the personal space issues, the humble persistence, keeps everyone he knows at arms' length. It's an overbearing attitude, that tends to overwhelm most people, regardless of whether or not social interactions make them claustrophobic. James is a stifling presence in and of himself, with an exhausting demeanor he's not so aware of.
But the thing about James is, everything he does is out of sincerity. Not a lot of people come off quite so genuine, and actually mean it. James is every bit as genuine as he seems, to an almost fake degree. Helping people, guiding people, giving people hope has been something of a job for him for years. It's a crutch. It's something James tends to fall back on when he's on the verge of losing himself. Faith plays a big part in that and even in his lack of relationships, it keeps him hopeful and optimistic, even in his loneliness.
Driven by an underlying loneliness, James seeks personal companionship without realizing his own trespasses. He more so makes acquaintances rather than friends just because his personality tends to veer on the personable side of things. The rest, the lack of timing, the personal space issues, the humble persistence, keeps everyone he knows at arms' length. It's an overbearing attitude, that tends to overwhelm most people, regardless of whether or not social interactions make them claustrophobic. James is a stifling presence in and of himself, with an exhausting demeanor he's not so aware of.
But the thing about James is, everything he does is out of sincerity. Not a lot of people come off quite so genuine, and actually mean it. James is every bit as genuine as he seems, to an almost fake degree. Helping people, guiding people, giving people hope has been something of a job for him for years. It's a crutch. It's something James tends to fall back on when he's on the verge of losing himself. Faith plays a big part in that and even in his lack of relationships, it keeps him hopeful and optimistic, even in his loneliness.
❯❯❯ H I S T O R Y ❮❮❮
▻ Old money deludes perspectives. Having money grants people the opportunity to care little about what happens outside of personal effects. Materialistic in the simplest form; nothing to do with philosophy. This is about an excessive amount of greed.
Laura and Howard Jones knew absolutely nothing outside of mansions and private jets. Their world consisted of money and continued to do so until their quiet deaths. Thus, their son became an anomaly of sorts, perhaps one that took their church visits too literal - appearances of a wholesome family of Christian values. To want for nothing affected Jameson differently than his parents. With a foundation of faith built upon the years, often lacking intervention from his own parents (negligence, perhaps), Jameson learned very quickly not to care for money.
Growing up, a lot of Jameson's life consisted of a stark lack of people - his parents in particular. Having tutors comprise most of his education due to a constant, moving environment (both Laura and Howard brought their son along on their business trips, purely to increase their positive image) denied Jameson of any long term relationships. He relied a lot on himself for entertainment, and when he could he took quite a lot of time truly indulging in the Christian ideals his parents seemed to tote around. Early on, there really was no realization to how badly they tended to exploit that for good press and better business. Jameson took it seriously and when he'd grown a little older, a little smarter, he was in too deep to care what his parents thought.
Which likely unveiled the already gaping rift between both him and his family - him and his world. In his university years, Jameson quickly fell into a deep depression. Things truly came into perspective then: how much his parents cared for him, how disconnected he was to both them and other people, and how the world he'd built could never hold out under pressure from not only his parents, but society itself. Those years, Jameson had no idea how to hold himself up or where to go from where his family essentially dumped him. So, Jameson turned to his faith - the one constant in his life that afforded him some kind of stability.
The rift tore even wider upon graduating from his own university, and enlisting as chaplain in the U.S. Army. He'd earned his degree, changed his major, and quickly accumulated the required time in theological studies afterwards. It took a few good years to earn a spot in his local church's clergy, and quite a few more spending his time working there before enlisting in the Army. All of which, his parents had been far too busy to even ask what he planned on doing, how he planned to live, whether or not he'd take over their company when they needed him. The woes of having only one child and not caring for them enough to guide them when absolutely necessary.
By the time he'd announced his idea to both parents, Jameson was already sent off to make good of himself.
Most of Jameson's time in the army was spent on bases overseas consisting of providing his services to a number of soldiers, as well as their families. His career had been enlightening, at the most, though detailing out every year he'd spent as a chaplain would come as quite uneventful. It wasn't until long into his own term that Jameson's faith faltered. Quite a few atrocities remain unnamed and buried in the sand. Jameson's time spent in the Middle East didn't quite go as expected, or planned. Witnessing people he'd said prayers for, gave advice to, counseled commit acts of monstrosity burned a hole in Jameson's heart. And then having to witness the same ordeals against them shook him even further.
Quite a bit of Jameson's past, especially concerning his latter time spent as an army chaplain remains under lock and key. He often attempts to convince himself that it's merely out of politeness; you don't tell people the horrors you've seen out of respect. It's more than difficult to accept those horrors that have swiftly become a part of you. Jameson is no exception to the rule and refuses to touch upon the things he's witnessed because he's scared - frightened of it and what he could have done to stop it, but didn't.
Guilt drives people to do a lot of things and it drives them to refuse a lot of things, as well.
Upon arriving home, Jameson packed up, gathered everything he had accumulated, and simply refused to go anywhere near his memories beyond that point. He quickly moved to the west coast, used what money he'd saved up, and applied to a college there. Everything up to that point had been mindless. He picked a major to study in, trucked through his courses, and got a job after graduating. Nothing really registered until he'd gotten a call announces the death of both his parents. To cancer, they said. They would read the will and dole out what was left to him and any other immediate family.
Knowing they had no legacy to acquire their company, the Jones sold it to a competing company, liquidized their assets, sold their share of the stock, and essentially gave everything to their child. They had absolutely no reason to and to this day, James still tries to wrap his head around the why of it. He's become accustomed to simply letting it be, for now. With everything, James sold the many mansions and villas his parents had spread across the world and simply took the one they seemed to live in most frequently. It felt weird giving everything up, selling it, and having all this money to deal with. James didn't want it, but didn't find a reason to lose it, quite so much as just save it for when he needed it. Thus, he packed up and left for the rather grand manor in Lakewood Summit.
Why, Jameson couldn't divulge. They had a number of memories spread around the house. He didn't want to admit it, but there was a lot of things he missed about his parents, mainly in the things they'd grown to love or kept. Namesakes and things he'd stumbled upon rummaging through various closets and storage rooms. Perhaps once he finds everything, he'll leave, though that's quite a bit of ground to cover. And as he gets closer to finding the pieces his parents left behind, Jameson finds he's quite torn with just leaving it all behind. Selling everything. Letting it all go. It seems almost wrong and while he certainly doesn't fit into the surroundings he's found himself in, Jameson is quite content in just settling in for the time being.
Laura and Howard Jones knew absolutely nothing outside of mansions and private jets. Their world consisted of money and continued to do so until their quiet deaths. Thus, their son became an anomaly of sorts, perhaps one that took their church visits too literal - appearances of a wholesome family of Christian values. To want for nothing affected Jameson differently than his parents. With a foundation of faith built upon the years, often lacking intervention from his own parents (negligence, perhaps), Jameson learned very quickly not to care for money.
Growing up, a lot of Jameson's life consisted of a stark lack of people - his parents in particular. Having tutors comprise most of his education due to a constant, moving environment (both Laura and Howard brought their son along on their business trips, purely to increase their positive image) denied Jameson of any long term relationships. He relied a lot on himself for entertainment, and when he could he took quite a lot of time truly indulging in the Christian ideals his parents seemed to tote around. Early on, there really was no realization to how badly they tended to exploit that for good press and better business. Jameson took it seriously and when he'd grown a little older, a little smarter, he was in too deep to care what his parents thought.
Which likely unveiled the already gaping rift between both him and his family - him and his world. In his university years, Jameson quickly fell into a deep depression. Things truly came into perspective then: how much his parents cared for him, how disconnected he was to both them and other people, and how the world he'd built could never hold out under pressure from not only his parents, but society itself. Those years, Jameson had no idea how to hold himself up or where to go from where his family essentially dumped him. So, Jameson turned to his faith - the one constant in his life that afforded him some kind of stability.
The rift tore even wider upon graduating from his own university, and enlisting as chaplain in the U.S. Army. He'd earned his degree, changed his major, and quickly accumulated the required time in theological studies afterwards. It took a few good years to earn a spot in his local church's clergy, and quite a few more spending his time working there before enlisting in the Army. All of which, his parents had been far too busy to even ask what he planned on doing, how he planned to live, whether or not he'd take over their company when they needed him. The woes of having only one child and not caring for them enough to guide them when absolutely necessary.
By the time he'd announced his idea to both parents, Jameson was already sent off to make good of himself.
Most of Jameson's time in the army was spent on bases overseas consisting of providing his services to a number of soldiers, as well as their families. His career had been enlightening, at the most, though detailing out every year he'd spent as a chaplain would come as quite uneventful. It wasn't until long into his own term that Jameson's faith faltered. Quite a few atrocities remain unnamed and buried in the sand. Jameson's time spent in the Middle East didn't quite go as expected, or planned. Witnessing people he'd said prayers for, gave advice to, counseled commit acts of monstrosity burned a hole in Jameson's heart. And then having to witness the same ordeals against them shook him even further.
Quite a bit of Jameson's past, especially concerning his latter time spent as an army chaplain remains under lock and key. He often attempts to convince himself that it's merely out of politeness; you don't tell people the horrors you've seen out of respect. It's more than difficult to accept those horrors that have swiftly become a part of you. Jameson is no exception to the rule and refuses to touch upon the things he's witnessed because he's scared - frightened of it and what he could have done to stop it, but didn't.
Guilt drives people to do a lot of things and it drives them to refuse a lot of things, as well.
Upon arriving home, Jameson packed up, gathered everything he had accumulated, and simply refused to go anywhere near his memories beyond that point. He quickly moved to the west coast, used what money he'd saved up, and applied to a college there. Everything up to that point had been mindless. He picked a major to study in, trucked through his courses, and got a job after graduating. Nothing really registered until he'd gotten a call announces the death of both his parents. To cancer, they said. They would read the will and dole out what was left to him and any other immediate family.
Knowing they had no legacy to acquire their company, the Jones sold it to a competing company, liquidized their assets, sold their share of the stock, and essentially gave everything to their child. They had absolutely no reason to and to this day, James still tries to wrap his head around the why of it. He's become accustomed to simply letting it be, for now. With everything, James sold the many mansions and villas his parents had spread across the world and simply took the one they seemed to live in most frequently. It felt weird giving everything up, selling it, and having all this money to deal with. James didn't want it, but didn't find a reason to lose it, quite so much as just save it for when he needed it. Thus, he packed up and left for the rather grand manor in Lakewood Summit.
Why, Jameson couldn't divulge. They had a number of memories spread around the house. He didn't want to admit it, but there was a lot of things he missed about his parents, mainly in the things they'd grown to love or kept. Namesakes and things he'd stumbled upon rummaging through various closets and storage rooms. Perhaps once he finds everything, he'll leave, though that's quite a bit of ground to cover. And as he gets closer to finding the pieces his parents left behind, Jameson finds he's quite torn with just leaving it all behind. Selling everything. Letting it all go. It seems almost wrong and while he certainly doesn't fit into the surroundings he's found himself in, Jameson is quite content in just settling in for the time being.
❯❯❯ O C C U P A T I O N ❮❮❮
▻ Inherited family money and home; after army, went to school for marine biology as a quick, impulsive decision. Specializes in whales and love just about every bit of it. Works for a University that travels every few times a year to study in the Pacific.
❯❯❯ H O B B I E S ❮❮❮
▻ Jogging/Fitness - Routine helps Jameson clear his head, especially if it directs his focus solely one what he's doing. Going to the gym at the Country Club and just jogging around the neighbor help lighten his thoughts and his mood.
▻ Baking - After his return to America, Jameson did a lot of just wandering around. A lot of his time consisted of taking classes around the city he lived in before word of his parents' death. One of those happened to be a culinary class; baking was among the few he really took to. Now he bakes whenever he's feeling depressed or out of it.
▻ Volunteer Work - Wherever Jameson can get it on his time off, he'll put in pletny of hours just simply volunteering, especially around the University he works for.
▻ Dancing - Tap dancing in particular, as well as tango and salsa. Like the baking thing, it's among the few things Jameson took upon himself to learn. Of course, it's one of those private things and he'll usually indulge only when he's alone, though he can sometimes be bribed to dance with a partner.
▻ Book Club - Well, someone's gotta taste test his wonderful pastries and who better than an entire reading club? Not that he doesn't actually participate because he does and it's a great way to make friends and all that jazz. It's just that most of the people already there hardly interact with him, and only when the head of the book club directly asks him anything. What more, the majority of the club's attendees tend to treat Jameson as if he doesn't exist outside of the club. Ah, at least they eat his treats.
▻ Baking - After his return to America, Jameson did a lot of just wandering around. A lot of his time consisted of taking classes around the city he lived in before word of his parents' death. One of those happened to be a culinary class; baking was among the few he really took to. Now he bakes whenever he's feeling depressed or out of it.
▻ Volunteer Work - Wherever Jameson can get it on his time off, he'll put in pletny of hours just simply volunteering, especially around the University he works for.
▻ Dancing - Tap dancing in particular, as well as tango and salsa. Like the baking thing, it's among the few things Jameson took upon himself to learn. Of course, it's one of those private things and he'll usually indulge only when he's alone, though he can sometimes be bribed to dance with a partner.
▻ Book Club - Well, someone's gotta taste test his wonderful pastries and who better than an entire reading club? Not that he doesn't actually participate because he does and it's a great way to make friends and all that jazz. It's just that most of the people already there hardly interact with him, and only when the head of the book club directly asks him anything. What more, the majority of the club's attendees tend to treat Jameson as if he doesn't exist outside of the club. Ah, at least they eat his treats.
❯❯❯ R E L A T I O N S H I P S ❮❮❮
▻ Character’s Name 1 – relationship – Brief description of relationship
❯ ❯ ❯ ❚ Fox ❚ Forty - Seven ❚ Single ❚ Grey-Asexual ❚ Male ❚ ❮ ❮ ❮
❯ ❯ ❯ ❚ Suddenly Seymour - Little Shop of Horror ❚ You're the Top - Anything Goes ❚ On Any Sunday - Footloose ❚ ❮ ❮ ❮
❯❯❯ A P P E A R A N C E ❮❮❮
▻ Cutting a tight figure, even in his old age, there's only a few things that distinctly stand out about Johnathon. The almost giddy, bursting with energy vibration that settles deep in his gut, evident in every line and movement of his body. And the undeniable limp (occasionally accompanied by a cane) and odd twist of his hips and right leg when he moves. Even then, with the contrast of his vibrancy to his obvious crippled state, Johnathon has no issues standing out. In the cut of his attire to the way he holds himself, Johnathon has a demanding attention that begs for a spare glance his way.
Most of the time, it's rather difficult to see the wealth that oozes from his very fingertips. He's not dipping caviar, or driving vintage muscle cars, and he's certainly not toting around expensive casual wear like he's suddenly young and hip again. No, Johnathon doesn't see the fun in materialism, both the philosophy (as he's quite spiritual, by nature) and the attitude. His mother always joked about having the hardest time getting him in a simple button up. Johnathon goes for comfort and self-assurance over the idea that people have opinions. His casual attire ranges from nice sweatpants to cozy sweaters; perhaps a morning jog in just a pair of shorts; perhaps he'll lounge around his home in a robe and some old boxers.
Unfortunately, Johnathon's job does demand he come in wearing a suit and tie, mostly because they'd rather not have him coming in wearing a pair of Homer Simpson pajama bottoms or a onesie - more risk and potential of seeing an old man's junk. That's where his custom, bespoke outfits come into play and he has two for every day of the week just because it's fairly easy to alternate between this one and then that ever other week. Less time spent at the dry cleaners is more time spent doing whatever the hell he wants.
Most of the time, it's rather difficult to see the wealth that oozes from his very fingertips. He's not dipping caviar, or driving vintage muscle cars, and he's certainly not toting around expensive casual wear like he's suddenly young and hip again. No, Johnathon doesn't see the fun in materialism, both the philosophy (as he's quite spiritual, by nature) and the attitude. His mother always joked about having the hardest time getting him in a simple button up. Johnathon goes for comfort and self-assurance over the idea that people have opinions. His casual attire ranges from nice sweatpants to cozy sweaters; perhaps a morning jog in just a pair of shorts; perhaps he'll lounge around his home in a robe and some old boxers.
Unfortunately, Johnathon's job does demand he come in wearing a suit and tie, mostly because they'd rather not have him coming in wearing a pair of Homer Simpson pajama bottoms or a onesie - more risk and potential of seeing an old man's junk. That's where his custom, bespoke outfits come into play and he has two for every day of the week just because it's fairly easy to alternate between this one and then that ever other week. Less time spent at the dry cleaners is more time spent doing whatever the hell he wants.
❯❯❯ P E R S O N A L I T Y ❮❮❮
▻ You know what people envy the most, these days? Pure, unadulterated, visceral happiness. Genuine sincerity. Having and wanting for nothing, but getting it anyways. Or perhaps befalling a tragedy and coming out of it simply turning that smiling face and chasing another dream. Soul crushing nihilism and black hole like existentialism have no meaning to a man who's just happy to be alive, live in the moment, and die having been glad to do something, however insignificant. Johnathon radiates positivity and sunshine like it absolutely oozes out of him. It might as well. Things shine bright and vibrant in his eyes - just the kind of optimist that can't seem to see a bad thing coming.
Unfortunate that, when a bad thing does come, they're rather wholly unprepared to face it. Or just naive enough to ignore it. The only fallback is their mighty resilience. Johnathon may not be adaptable, but he sure can take a beating. It's this stubbornness that both drives him and infuriates others. Bullheaded not only in his optimism and happiness, but also in his own faulty choices and ignorance. He's not used to change and doesn't like it much; he won't take change lightly unless there's no other possible options. Even then, Johnathon doesn't sit down in a resigned nature. He's fervent. He's got a fire and a passion and he'll likely trample whoever he can to keep it burning. Even if those passions are for the good of others, and usually they are - he loves to help people. What he doesn't realize is that the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. A saying his own parents drilled into him, but never quite got to stick.
At least that compassion drives him further than just stubborn predilection. Johnathon's morals have never been in question, it's just how he finds himself getting to that end goal. It's very simple for Johnathon to tunnel into one specific goal and disregard everything else - his morality be damned. But, he'll fight for it gladly, even when there's absolutely no reason to. Even when he should run in order to come back stronger than before. Johnathon has absolutely no will and no resolve to back down; he'll stand until he dies. And sadly, that's a very, very true statement as he's had to been forced down by more than a few colleagues and friends. Just doesn't quite know when to give up. Perhaps that's a good thing. Perhaps it's one of his many, great flaws.
Unfortunate that, when a bad thing does come, they're rather wholly unprepared to face it. Or just naive enough to ignore it. The only fallback is their mighty resilience. Johnathon may not be adaptable, but he sure can take a beating. It's this stubbornness that both drives him and infuriates others. Bullheaded not only in his optimism and happiness, but also in his own faulty choices and ignorance. He's not used to change and doesn't like it much; he won't take change lightly unless there's no other possible options. Even then, Johnathon doesn't sit down in a resigned nature. He's fervent. He's got a fire and a passion and he'll likely trample whoever he can to keep it burning. Even if those passions are for the good of others, and usually they are - he loves to help people. What he doesn't realize is that the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. A saying his own parents drilled into him, but never quite got to stick.
At least that compassion drives him further than just stubborn predilection. Johnathon's morals have never been in question, it's just how he finds himself getting to that end goal. It's very simple for Johnathon to tunnel into one specific goal and disregard everything else - his morality be damned. But, he'll fight for it gladly, even when there's absolutely no reason to. Even when he should run in order to come back stronger than before. Johnathon has absolutely no will and no resolve to back down; he'll stand until he dies. And sadly, that's a very, very true statement as he's had to been forced down by more than a few colleagues and friends. Just doesn't quite know when to give up. Perhaps that's a good thing. Perhaps it's one of his many, great flaws.
❯❯❯ H I S T O R Y ❮❮❮
▻ Gathering everything and leaving had to be among the hardest decisions Johnathon has ever made. Having lived and loved and a multitude of many other things in Bowness, Cumbria in England, leaving meant breaking ties with everything and everyone there. Perhaps that was a necessary step in his journey. After all, he owed his mother, a single widow trying to do right by her dead husband, that much just for raising him. Johnathon, looking back, could very well say he was not the kind of child anyone would have wanted. He was loud, obnoxious, too full of energy and prone to fits of hyper activity ever two damn minutes. He wore his mother out, but she still poured affection over him in droves.
Yet, she somehow knew he wouldn't stay for very long. Johnathon's predilection to music appeared very early in his formative years. He bumbled around singing whatever he'd heard that day, not really conscious of the words and the notes coming out of his mouth until the start of primary. Finding out that he could have a career in it? That was absolutely the end of days for his mother. She wouldn't stop hearing about it, how he'd become a singer, a rock star, or a performer. An entertainer, when he got fed up thinking of new singing professions to talk about.
So, of course, by the end of his year in secondary school, Johnathon took a year gathering as much money as he could and then promptly leaving for the states. Leaving everything behind at a blind shot at stardom. His eyes had been set for Hollywood, but sadly he'd stopped somewhere in downtown Manhattan. Immediately, Johnathon knew he was absolutely fucked, but he went on regardless and he smiled no matter what happened. His mother taught him that. "The world throws eggs at you. Throws rotten, spoiled things. They want to hurt you with words and knifes and stones," she'd say, stern and with her hands on her hips and a fire burning her chest, "You smile. You smile and tell them thank you. Have a nice day. And don't give them an ounce of oil for their fuel. Love and you love with your whole heart."
And people did hate him. They cursed at him, called him names, made fun of his accent even and the way he talked. Johnathon didn't know yet what to do with his life aside from find a roommate or ten to split the bills with and find a job that he loved. The first job, however, definitely wouldn't be something he'd find himself working years later. But he smiled, because what can you do as a waiter in some ragtag diner down in Soho? Oh and people would rip into him for getting the wrong order, for tripping on his shoelaces, for stuttering when nervous. But he smiled, handed them their bill and fully expected them not to tip. He still hoped they had a great meal and a greater day.
Every day he'd grow closer to his goal. Hollywood was just a few more scrubs on this table away. Of course, until Hollywood didn't matter anymore. One of his roommates kindly shoved a pamphlet to an off-broadway production of Hamlet. Hamlet of all things. No singing, just quite a bit of memorized lines about potential suicide and a lot of angst in a small plot of land somewhere in Denmark. It paid alright. Would be like busting ten tables down at Betty's. So, Johnathon took it, landed the lead part as Hamlet, and absolutely blew his audience away. The rush and exhilaration of having people stand up for you, applause, and cheer, even just a small run down theatre with those lousy, tin-aluminum, whatever fold up chairs. That feeling fueled him.
It took years before Johnathon even got a small whiff of a chance, an opportunity, to do something beyond himself in scope. A showing of Anything Goes and by some dumb chance he landed Billy Crocker after somehow stunning the director with a rendition of You're the Top, with the assistant director, after a few bars of a song of his choice. The entire thing was absolutely overwhelming and it gave Johnathon a high he didn't realize he needed. He broke into the Broadway stage like he'd just been set ablaze and he took his opportunity, slung it over his shoulder, and road that rocket all the way to absolute stardom.
He made it big like he knew he would, with every bit his dignity and his talents in tact. And after gaining enough recognition and money, he honed all of those talents and made himself even better. Johnathon wouldn't always get away with just having the raw talent that earned him his first few leads on Broadway; he knew that and he built on what he had.
For years, Johnathon took to the stage and did what he did best and continued doing so for years after. Of course, that could essentially sum up the more lavish part of his young life. It only turned downhill after he'd peaked, or, at least he lived part of his dream and the rest came crashing down. Johnathon wanted to spend his life on the stage, doing exactly what he loved until he physically couldn't walk anymore. Unfortunately, that happened a little sooner than he thought.
After almost reaching the heights of his career, Johnathon landed a spot on Footloose as Ren McCormack. During one of the rehearsals, a week before the show would light up the Broadway stage, one of the set pieces fell loose - a faulty screw or bad wiring, who knew. It crashed headlong into Johnathon, having seen the piece too late and attempting to dive out of the way. It shattered every bone in his body and part of his spine, earning him a good few months in the hospital.
Being the optimist, Johnathon figured he'd heal up and go right back to the stage, dancing his feet of and singing until his lungs burst. The doctors didn't see it as such and the moment they'd announced he'd be paralyzed from the waist down his whole life, his world completely crashed - no, it burned up before it even broke the earth's atmosphere.
The news hit him hard and after a few days after leaving the hospital's care, he moved back to the UK in order to find care with his mother. Those few days, the plane ride, the car ride, his mother crying on his motionless lap, all passed in a black, grey blur. It took a month of introspection and a sedentary life for Johnathon to regain even a portion of his positive outlook. His optimism wouldn't come back fully, never after such a tragedy, but if anyone failed to just lie down and take it, it was Johnathon.
Every day, from that moment on, Johnathon actively worked to regain the motion in his legs. He took the train to London for weekly appointments with a physical therapist who had more than a few doubts. The drive and will, the determination that burned in his chest compelled him to keep trying. To keep rising from his wheelchair and trying his damn hardest to take just one step. It took years of recovery to even move his legs and many more down the line before Johnathon turned a tragedy, a dream gone terribly wrong, into one of success and miracles. But miracles had nothing to do with it. Johnathon had every bit the drive and motivation to stand on his two feet again and keep moving - to never stop once he started. Until he was no longer stumbling, but walking; no longer walking, but running.
Of course, it eventually stopped there; his legs fully healed, but his right one didn't quite heal properly. He could move, run even, do extensive exercises a few times a week, though he worked with less time to curb the intolerable pain. However, his right leg didn't quite move as it once did and the doctors he went to found it far too risky to attempt breaking and resetting the bone, especially since they'd practically have to shatter nearly the entire length of it and possibly his hip too. Johnathon resigned to that, at the very least. He couldn't do as much as he once could, but at least he could still sing and belt with the best of them.
Eventually, Johnathon found a new passion and a new life. When one door closed, he simply picked himself up (after so many years) and turned toward another one. Life was filled with a variety of adventures, some small and others large. Eventually some would end, sometimes prematurely, but until he lay buried six feet under, there'd always be another one on the horizon.
Johnathon soon found himself in business classes and various others oriented to music, got a bachelor's degree and began producing music. He occasionally produced his own, but he mostly catered to other musicians, taking whatever work he could find from others. Rock, jazz, pop, even a dabble in synth and techno from an eccentric German band. It wasn't until he'd found himself molding his own business and operations did Johnathon find that streak he'd been missing. He eventually led himself to Los Angeles, producing for a big record company downtown while occasionally hosting a radio show.
This time, Johnathon brought his aging mother and allowed her to settle in a better home in Lakewood Summit. He wanted only the best for her as she experienced the twilight ages of her years. She's still kicking, even in her late seventies, but she's recently requested to settle down in a retirement home not far from Lakewood. Again, Johnathon only paid for the best when it concerned his mother and she got just that. He currently, frequently visits her on the weekends and always plays her one of her favorite Beatles songs, Here Comes the Sun whenever he knows for sure she's tuning into the station he's currently co-hosting. At the moment, life could certainly not be better, but for Johnathon, most of his life is just a pocket full of sunshine.
Yet, she somehow knew he wouldn't stay for very long. Johnathon's predilection to music appeared very early in his formative years. He bumbled around singing whatever he'd heard that day, not really conscious of the words and the notes coming out of his mouth until the start of primary. Finding out that he could have a career in it? That was absolutely the end of days for his mother. She wouldn't stop hearing about it, how he'd become a singer, a rock star, or a performer. An entertainer, when he got fed up thinking of new singing professions to talk about.
So, of course, by the end of his year in secondary school, Johnathon took a year gathering as much money as he could and then promptly leaving for the states. Leaving everything behind at a blind shot at stardom. His eyes had been set for Hollywood, but sadly he'd stopped somewhere in downtown Manhattan. Immediately, Johnathon knew he was absolutely fucked, but he went on regardless and he smiled no matter what happened. His mother taught him that. "The world throws eggs at you. Throws rotten, spoiled things. They want to hurt you with words and knifes and stones," she'd say, stern and with her hands on her hips and a fire burning her chest, "You smile. You smile and tell them thank you. Have a nice day. And don't give them an ounce of oil for their fuel. Love and you love with your whole heart."
And people did hate him. They cursed at him, called him names, made fun of his accent even and the way he talked. Johnathon didn't know yet what to do with his life aside from find a roommate or ten to split the bills with and find a job that he loved. The first job, however, definitely wouldn't be something he'd find himself working years later. But he smiled, because what can you do as a waiter in some ragtag diner down in Soho? Oh and people would rip into him for getting the wrong order, for tripping on his shoelaces, for stuttering when nervous. But he smiled, handed them their bill and fully expected them not to tip. He still hoped they had a great meal and a greater day.
Every day he'd grow closer to his goal. Hollywood was just a few more scrubs on this table away. Of course, until Hollywood didn't matter anymore. One of his roommates kindly shoved a pamphlet to an off-broadway production of Hamlet. Hamlet of all things. No singing, just quite a bit of memorized lines about potential suicide and a lot of angst in a small plot of land somewhere in Denmark. It paid alright. Would be like busting ten tables down at Betty's. So, Johnathon took it, landed the lead part as Hamlet, and absolutely blew his audience away. The rush and exhilaration of having people stand up for you, applause, and cheer, even just a small run down theatre with those lousy, tin-aluminum, whatever fold up chairs. That feeling fueled him.
It took years before Johnathon even got a small whiff of a chance, an opportunity, to do something beyond himself in scope. A showing of Anything Goes and by some dumb chance he landed Billy Crocker after somehow stunning the director with a rendition of You're the Top, with the assistant director, after a few bars of a song of his choice. The entire thing was absolutely overwhelming and it gave Johnathon a high he didn't realize he needed. He broke into the Broadway stage like he'd just been set ablaze and he took his opportunity, slung it over his shoulder, and road that rocket all the way to absolute stardom.
He made it big like he knew he would, with every bit his dignity and his talents in tact. And after gaining enough recognition and money, he honed all of those talents and made himself even better. Johnathon wouldn't always get away with just having the raw talent that earned him his first few leads on Broadway; he knew that and he built on what he had.
For years, Johnathon took to the stage and did what he did best and continued doing so for years after. Of course, that could essentially sum up the more lavish part of his young life. It only turned downhill after he'd peaked, or, at least he lived part of his dream and the rest came crashing down. Johnathon wanted to spend his life on the stage, doing exactly what he loved until he physically couldn't walk anymore. Unfortunately, that happened a little sooner than he thought.
After almost reaching the heights of his career, Johnathon landed a spot on Footloose as Ren McCormack. During one of the rehearsals, a week before the show would light up the Broadway stage, one of the set pieces fell loose - a faulty screw or bad wiring, who knew. It crashed headlong into Johnathon, having seen the piece too late and attempting to dive out of the way. It shattered every bone in his body and part of his spine, earning him a good few months in the hospital.
Being the optimist, Johnathon figured he'd heal up and go right back to the stage, dancing his feet of and singing until his lungs burst. The doctors didn't see it as such and the moment they'd announced he'd be paralyzed from the waist down his whole life, his world completely crashed - no, it burned up before it even broke the earth's atmosphere.
The news hit him hard and after a few days after leaving the hospital's care, he moved back to the UK in order to find care with his mother. Those few days, the plane ride, the car ride, his mother crying on his motionless lap, all passed in a black, grey blur. It took a month of introspection and a sedentary life for Johnathon to regain even a portion of his positive outlook. His optimism wouldn't come back fully, never after such a tragedy, but if anyone failed to just lie down and take it, it was Johnathon.
Every day, from that moment on, Johnathon actively worked to regain the motion in his legs. He took the train to London for weekly appointments with a physical therapist who had more than a few doubts. The drive and will, the determination that burned in his chest compelled him to keep trying. To keep rising from his wheelchair and trying his damn hardest to take just one step. It took years of recovery to even move his legs and many more down the line before Johnathon turned a tragedy, a dream gone terribly wrong, into one of success and miracles. But miracles had nothing to do with it. Johnathon had every bit the drive and motivation to stand on his two feet again and keep moving - to never stop once he started. Until he was no longer stumbling, but walking; no longer walking, but running.
Of course, it eventually stopped there; his legs fully healed, but his right one didn't quite heal properly. He could move, run even, do extensive exercises a few times a week, though he worked with less time to curb the intolerable pain. However, his right leg didn't quite move as it once did and the doctors he went to found it far too risky to attempt breaking and resetting the bone, especially since they'd practically have to shatter nearly the entire length of it and possibly his hip too. Johnathon resigned to that, at the very least. He couldn't do as much as he once could, but at least he could still sing and belt with the best of them.
Eventually, Johnathon found a new passion and a new life. When one door closed, he simply picked himself up (after so many years) and turned toward another one. Life was filled with a variety of adventures, some small and others large. Eventually some would end, sometimes prematurely, but until he lay buried six feet under, there'd always be another one on the horizon.
Johnathon soon found himself in business classes and various others oriented to music, got a bachelor's degree and began producing music. He occasionally produced his own, but he mostly catered to other musicians, taking whatever work he could find from others. Rock, jazz, pop, even a dabble in synth and techno from an eccentric German band. It wasn't until he'd found himself molding his own business and operations did Johnathon find that streak he'd been missing. He eventually led himself to Los Angeles, producing for a big record company downtown while occasionally hosting a radio show.
This time, Johnathon brought his aging mother and allowed her to settle in a better home in Lakewood Summit. He wanted only the best for her as she experienced the twilight ages of her years. She's still kicking, even in her late seventies, but she's recently requested to settle down in a retirement home not far from Lakewood. Again, Johnathon only paid for the best when it concerned his mother and she got just that. He currently, frequently visits her on the weekends and always plays her one of her favorite Beatles songs, Here Comes the Sun whenever he knows for sure she's tuning into the station he's currently co-hosting. At the moment, life could certainly not be better, but for Johnathon, most of his life is just a pocket full of sunshine.
❯❯❯ O C C U P A T I O N ❮❮❮
▻ A former Broadway star, having won three Tonys for his best musicals. He's most known for his rendition of Seymour from Little Shop of Horrors, as well as J. Pierrepont Finch in How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying.
At the moment, he's a music producer for a big name record company in downtown LA, where he frequently commutes. Though, he mostly works at home, Johnathon co-hosts a radio show on Friday and Saturday mornings before he goes to visit his mother, Coleen.
At the moment, he's a music producer for a big name record company in downtown LA, where he frequently commutes. Though, he mostly works at home, Johnathon co-hosts a radio show on Friday and Saturday mornings before he goes to visit his mother, Coleen.
❯❯❯ H O B B I E S ❮❮❮
▻ Singing (and some Dancing) - Oh, Johnathon adores singing. Any song really. Just give him a name and a band or a person, perhaps a show, and he'll do his best to show it some justice. He'll often slide onto the piano bench in the Country Club to simply hammer out a small number and be on his way. He also, often, attempts to dance one out, but it's hell on his damage legs and joints, so he keeps from exerting too much stress on it.
▻ Fitness - As much as is humanly possible for Johnathon. He can still definitely train his upper body, and to some extent his lower body, but cardio's very hard without a proper leg to work on. Of course, he does his absolutely best to keep fit and keep a healthy diet and, while he wasn't the musclebound young lad he was, he's not actually quite far off.
▻ Concerts/Plays/Musicals - Anything with a stage and music or preforming, you'll find Johnathon in the front row. He's also quite an avid lover of art and peruses through LA's many glorious art galleries. It's evident from his assortment of art decor lining his home walls.
▻ Gardening - Ah, bending down and getting back up puts a helluva strain on his back, but he makes due. He loves planting his own herb garden, seeing what's in season, getting lovely, ripe, nice and juicy tomatoes or watermelons or pumpkins. But, also making sure his front yard looks spot on; of course, he has a number of gardeners to assist in matters, but Johnathon isn't afraid to dirty his knees.
▻ Fitness - As much as is humanly possible for Johnathon. He can still definitely train his upper body, and to some extent his lower body, but cardio's very hard without a proper leg to work on. Of course, he does his absolutely best to keep fit and keep a healthy diet and, while he wasn't the musclebound young lad he was, he's not actually quite far off.
▻ Concerts/Plays/Musicals - Anything with a stage and music or preforming, you'll find Johnathon in the front row. He's also quite an avid lover of art and peruses through LA's many glorious art galleries. It's evident from his assortment of art decor lining his home walls.
▻ Gardening - Ah, bending down and getting back up puts a helluva strain on his back, but he makes due. He loves planting his own herb garden, seeing what's in season, getting lovely, ripe, nice and juicy tomatoes or watermelons or pumpkins. But, also making sure his front yard looks spot on; of course, he has a number of gardeners to assist in matters, but Johnathon isn't afraid to dirty his knees.
❯❯❯ R E L A T I O N S H I P S ❮❮❮
Coleen Wight Aldman – mother – A direly old lady who's slowly deteriorating in a nursing home a thirty minute drive from Lakewood Summit. Of course, she retains her memory and is as fiery as ever, especially when her son visits.
❯ ❯ ❯ ❚ N/A ❚ Thirty-Four ❚ Single ❚ Pansexual ❚ Male ❚ ❮ ❮ ❮
❯ ❯ ❯ ❚ Beatles - While My Guitar Gently Weeps ❚ Beatles - Hey Jude ❚ Blackbird - Beatles ❚ ❮ ❮ ❮
❯❯❯ A P P E A R A N C E ❮❮❮
▻ Feet like obsidian and pressed suit swirling in oily black - a reluctant business man. People wear things like armor; Hayden wears his suits like a fortress, all cold steal and granite rock. He stands upright with the attentiveness of a man seeking foreclosures and partnerships, throwing around trade jargon like he knows it. A figure worthy of a portrait, sucking the age from his youthful face. Your average Dorian Gray. An entire closet set fills with a number of purely tailored, bespoke suits and hand crafted shoes, passed down from a father near perfectly his size, yet so garishly different. Hayden remains a contrast to his father and looks ill-fitted in suits pressed and tailored to his near, exact size. They aren't his. It's like wearing another's skin and it crawls, sinks its hooks into him.
Like many people, Hayden has his moments and his ticks. Idiosyncrasies that identify him in a crowd so he can't quite blend. They've changed since he was young and full of hope. The grinding, slide of his jaw as his eyes glaze in thought. His posture running ramrod straight in a chair, leg folded crisply over the other. The near, inaudible hum in the back of his throat that vibrates his jaw. His eyes pierce and his lips, thin and chapped, strain with frown lines that crease his jowls - a set under his prominent cheekbones that would practically puff up with a smile, now only contrast with the sunken, tired look in his eyes.
Routine dulls him, but keeps his body healthy and his mind relatively stable. Hayden looks for distractions prominently, in a futile attempt to nullify the grayness hanging over him. It keeps his curve sleek, allows him to slide into his suits without much effort and come out cutting a sharp figure. His height's average and his weight one mainly consisting of muscle. Hair feels thinner, shorter, and his face lacks the glow it used to, though the fairness remains. He doesn't like comfortable; he doesn't need it.
Like many people, Hayden has his moments and his ticks. Idiosyncrasies that identify him in a crowd so he can't quite blend. They've changed since he was young and full of hope. The grinding, slide of his jaw as his eyes glaze in thought. His posture running ramrod straight in a chair, leg folded crisply over the other. The near, inaudible hum in the back of his throat that vibrates his jaw. His eyes pierce and his lips, thin and chapped, strain with frown lines that crease his jowls - a set under his prominent cheekbones that would practically puff up with a smile, now only contrast with the sunken, tired look in his eyes.
Routine dulls him, but keeps his body healthy and his mind relatively stable. Hayden looks for distractions prominently, in a futile attempt to nullify the grayness hanging over him. It keeps his curve sleek, allows him to slide into his suits without much effort and come out cutting a sharp figure. His height's average and his weight one mainly consisting of muscle. Hair feels thinner, shorter, and his face lacks the glow it used to, though the fairness remains. He doesn't like comfortable; he doesn't need it.
❯❯❯ P E R S O N A L I T Y ❮❮❮
▻ What's a man with nothing to lose and nothing to gain? Better off dead. And yet he finds a reason, at least, in protecting someone he loves. Noble, if selfish, though he would argue, vehemently, against the notion.
Among the many siblings, Hayden, perhaps, comes across as the most tragic casualty. A tally on his parents' count of dead dreams. The first among the Hawthornes - perhaps, the first in a lot of things. In his youth, Hayden wanted for nothing, at least nothing that his parents could offer him. Much like his father, Hayden's independence struck fast and struck hard. For an unassuming young man, many didn't expect the viciousness to which Hayden dictated his own life. He snipped ties and bonds without much thought to feelings other than his own. Most of the time, he wandered blindly towards his many goals.
What differentiated Hayden from other rebellious teens and runaways was just how savvy, how adaptable, and how resilient he was. Or, perhaps, simply how utterly bullheaded and ruthless he became in the light of his own wants and desires. Much the conman his father had been, though with less want for the ambition that made the Hawthornes a household name. Hayden, unlike his father, knew the benefits of contentment and once he'd achieved what he set out to do, Hayden settled.
When lacking the passion and cruelty that motivated his waking moments, Hayden would make an ultimate switch. A kind of lack of desire to move on from what he'd accomplished. It infuriated his father, who had so desired his children to not only succeed in general, but succeed in toppling him, besting him, usurping him. Hayden achieved his vindication and found contentment in that. He didn't push himself forward, didn't decide to climb the next few rungs in light of simply staying on these few comfy pegs.
That's where Acacia came in. Of all of his siblings, Hayden adored the youngest the most. A dire weakness that his father took advantage of. The ultimatum his father set for him forced Hayden into a state of introspection. Ultimately, Hayden evolved beyond the perpetual, snob of a rebellious teenager into an off-hand mirror of his own father. Taking up the mantle, the corporation, in light of his father's death, threw Hayden into a fortress of himself and locked him inside. Jaded, cynical, stoic; a dull, permanent gray in a dim landscape.
Among the many siblings, Hayden, perhaps, comes across as the most tragic casualty. A tally on his parents' count of dead dreams. The first among the Hawthornes - perhaps, the first in a lot of things. In his youth, Hayden wanted for nothing, at least nothing that his parents could offer him. Much like his father, Hayden's independence struck fast and struck hard. For an unassuming young man, many didn't expect the viciousness to which Hayden dictated his own life. He snipped ties and bonds without much thought to feelings other than his own. Most of the time, he wandered blindly towards his many goals.
What differentiated Hayden from other rebellious teens and runaways was just how savvy, how adaptable, and how resilient he was. Or, perhaps, simply how utterly bullheaded and ruthless he became in the light of his own wants and desires. Much the conman his father had been, though with less want for the ambition that made the Hawthornes a household name. Hayden, unlike his father, knew the benefits of contentment and once he'd achieved what he set out to do, Hayden settled.
When lacking the passion and cruelty that motivated his waking moments, Hayden would make an ultimate switch. A kind of lack of desire to move on from what he'd accomplished. It infuriated his father, who had so desired his children to not only succeed in general, but succeed in toppling him, besting him, usurping him. Hayden achieved his vindication and found contentment in that. He didn't push himself forward, didn't decide to climb the next few rungs in light of simply staying on these few comfy pegs.
That's where Acacia came in. Of all of his siblings, Hayden adored the youngest the most. A dire weakness that his father took advantage of. The ultimatum his father set for him forced Hayden into a state of introspection. Ultimately, Hayden evolved beyond the perpetual, snob of a rebellious teenager into an off-hand mirror of his own father. Taking up the mantle, the corporation, in light of his father's death, threw Hayden into a fortress of himself and locked him inside. Jaded, cynical, stoic; a dull, permanent gray in a dim landscape.
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▻ At some point in our lives a decision has to be made and a road needs crossing. It is entirely up to us how we perceive these changes to our core selves and whether or not we accept them.
Among ten children, the Hawthorne legacy was quite a thing to live up to. Ten children, and just one to take the a pivotal role in succeeding what the Hawthorne name stood for. The unfortunate part of having children so undeniably like himself, was the inevitability of a mini-Hawthorne revolution. None of the children wanted the mantle. None of the children wanted anything to do with their own parents.
The first one, Hayden, had been the most groomed to succeed. He was also the most like his father, just with his mother's knack for subversion. He was also the first to feel burned by both parents' obvious neglect, hubris, and avarice. From the point of his realization on, Hayden sought only to dismantle everything his father stood for and to find the best seat to watch his beloved company burn.
This undeniable game of cat and mouse began in Hayden's first year of college. Like his father desired, he'd studied business and a number of other suitable things - foreign languages, humanities, computational skills. After his graduation, his father signed him right up as an intern for their company. They handled a manufacturing business for energy companies; they practically monopolized a number of resources in Northern America and Europe. They specialized in building and maintaining Nuclear Reactors. All of it on the back of his father, making the company fairly recent, though only by forty or so years.
After a number months, Hayden made a switch to a rival company, gathering all of his father's data and liquidizing his own share of the stock. He invested every penny, knowing full well it might all go to waste. Wanting his father's rival to succeed wasn't his intention; seeing his father seething made, boiling over with rage, and wanting his head on a pike was his priority. Knowing full well his father would find it cowardly to take these matters on legally, Hayden made the information exchange in order to gain a more prestigious seat within the corporation. He cared little for the money, the title, or the company - he just wanted to see his father burn.
At every step and interval, ever business transaction made and meeting handled, Hayden was always a step ahead of his own father. He sank a number of time in ruining much of daddy Hawthorne's investments, wooing a number of investors over with sweet words and sweeter deals. Much of the time, he found a number of underhanded ways to accomplish such. His father's stock plummeted a number of times and many of the land he'd acquired through business deals quickly faded on the European frontier. It all culminated to a number of technological advancements that mirrored his father's own. Being the first to accomplish them, patent them, and use them, it barred his father from utilizing his own R&D's progress.
Hayden's greatest accomplish was indeed sending his father over the edge. After stealing precious ideas and resources from right under his nose, Hayden's father finally took legal action, albeit in a very conniving, underhanded way. He ultimately annihilated his rival company through a number of environmental concerns, evidence of mishandling of hazard and toxic material, and a number of embezzling scandals directly tied to the CEO, CFO, and co-founder. Hayden simply walked away, knowing full well he did exactly what he'd set to accomplish.
At that, Hayden cut all ties to his family, aside from his sister and a few other siblings. While infuriated, much of what Hayden had done impressed his father, earning him a place reserved for just an incredibly short list of people his father had. That was quickly dashed away at Hayden's insistence on leaving it at that - going so far and just being alright with the outcome, not taking a step further in whatever direction he chose. Though, Hayden would argue he did take that step, it was just the step his father didn't want him to take. So, perhaps it was a last act of defiance from him.
Regardless, Hayden buggered off to a small college in Maine, acquired an English degree and a teaching license and settled in the outskirts of Augusta. All of his earnings had been locked away in a savings account and would remain untouched for quite some time. Hayden wanted a quite life after everything had been said and done and he was determined to achieve that. Contentment had been something Hayden always wanted; teaching was another thing he always wanted, but that aside, his father's own suffering came first.
For the next few years, he kept in close touch with his youngest sister, who confided in him quite a few things most of his other siblings, much less his parents, had no idea of. It didn't further escalate until Acacia was set to graduate from high school. She wanted art and paintings, galleries and studios, yet her father insisted she take over the company after she graduated from university. Hayden hadn't realized the plans until she'd told him. She likely hadn't told him for awhile, until it was nearly too late to change her own course, for the exact purpose she was wanting to prevent. Hayden took the issue with his father, who'd regaled him with a reminder that she was the last of his siblings, all of which disowned any responsibility to the Hawthorne legacy.
Infuriated, Hayden set up an appointment with his father, taking a plane to fly the few hours it took to reach his family business in LA. His father gave him an ultimatum: either Acacia take charge of the Hawthorne Corporation, effectively crushing everything that made Acacia who she was, or Hayden would take it, as he should have, and tap into that Hawthorne ambition his father knew was still there. Hayden reluctantly agreed, to which his father notified him of his impending death. He was losing a battle to stomach cancer, which the doctors didn't find until it was much too late. He had approximately three months left to live, giving Hayden three months to pack and move into his new, Lakewood Summit home that his father picked especially for him.
Hayden seethed, but complied, and in those three months, he found himself resigning to his fate. Perhaps this was what it had all been coming down to. He'd had his fun in the sun, got what he wanted from his father, and now he'd have to accept the consequences of his actions.
His father died behind schedule, a few months after his allotted day of death. The contents of the will had been doled out, Acacia would still attend Stanford, Hayden acquired a number of money, the Lakewood home, and a percentage of Hawthorne Corps' stock. Most importantly, he gained the family business and lost most, if not all, of himself in the process.
Among ten children, the Hawthorne legacy was quite a thing to live up to. Ten children, and just one to take the a pivotal role in succeeding what the Hawthorne name stood for. The unfortunate part of having children so undeniably like himself, was the inevitability of a mini-Hawthorne revolution. None of the children wanted the mantle. None of the children wanted anything to do with their own parents.
The first one, Hayden, had been the most groomed to succeed. He was also the most like his father, just with his mother's knack for subversion. He was also the first to feel burned by both parents' obvious neglect, hubris, and avarice. From the point of his realization on, Hayden sought only to dismantle everything his father stood for and to find the best seat to watch his beloved company burn.
This undeniable game of cat and mouse began in Hayden's first year of college. Like his father desired, he'd studied business and a number of other suitable things - foreign languages, humanities, computational skills. After his graduation, his father signed him right up as an intern for their company. They handled a manufacturing business for energy companies; they practically monopolized a number of resources in Northern America and Europe. They specialized in building and maintaining Nuclear Reactors. All of it on the back of his father, making the company fairly recent, though only by forty or so years.
After a number months, Hayden made a switch to a rival company, gathering all of his father's data and liquidizing his own share of the stock. He invested every penny, knowing full well it might all go to waste. Wanting his father's rival to succeed wasn't his intention; seeing his father seething made, boiling over with rage, and wanting his head on a pike was his priority. Knowing full well his father would find it cowardly to take these matters on legally, Hayden made the information exchange in order to gain a more prestigious seat within the corporation. He cared little for the money, the title, or the company - he just wanted to see his father burn.
At every step and interval, ever business transaction made and meeting handled, Hayden was always a step ahead of his own father. He sank a number of time in ruining much of daddy Hawthorne's investments, wooing a number of investors over with sweet words and sweeter deals. Much of the time, he found a number of underhanded ways to accomplish such. His father's stock plummeted a number of times and many of the land he'd acquired through business deals quickly faded on the European frontier. It all culminated to a number of technological advancements that mirrored his father's own. Being the first to accomplish them, patent them, and use them, it barred his father from utilizing his own R&D's progress.
Hayden's greatest accomplish was indeed sending his father over the edge. After stealing precious ideas and resources from right under his nose, Hayden's father finally took legal action, albeit in a very conniving, underhanded way. He ultimately annihilated his rival company through a number of environmental concerns, evidence of mishandling of hazard and toxic material, and a number of embezzling scandals directly tied to the CEO, CFO, and co-founder. Hayden simply walked away, knowing full well he did exactly what he'd set to accomplish.
At that, Hayden cut all ties to his family, aside from his sister and a few other siblings. While infuriated, much of what Hayden had done impressed his father, earning him a place reserved for just an incredibly short list of people his father had. That was quickly dashed away at Hayden's insistence on leaving it at that - going so far and just being alright with the outcome, not taking a step further in whatever direction he chose. Though, Hayden would argue he did take that step, it was just the step his father didn't want him to take. So, perhaps it was a last act of defiance from him.
Regardless, Hayden buggered off to a small college in Maine, acquired an English degree and a teaching license and settled in the outskirts of Augusta. All of his earnings had been locked away in a savings account and would remain untouched for quite some time. Hayden wanted a quite life after everything had been said and done and he was determined to achieve that. Contentment had been something Hayden always wanted; teaching was another thing he always wanted, but that aside, his father's own suffering came first.
For the next few years, he kept in close touch with his youngest sister, who confided in him quite a few things most of his other siblings, much less his parents, had no idea of. It didn't further escalate until Acacia was set to graduate from high school. She wanted art and paintings, galleries and studios, yet her father insisted she take over the company after she graduated from university. Hayden hadn't realized the plans until she'd told him. She likely hadn't told him for awhile, until it was nearly too late to change her own course, for the exact purpose she was wanting to prevent. Hayden took the issue with his father, who'd regaled him with a reminder that she was the last of his siblings, all of which disowned any responsibility to the Hawthorne legacy.
Infuriated, Hayden set up an appointment with his father, taking a plane to fly the few hours it took to reach his family business in LA. His father gave him an ultimatum: either Acacia take charge of the Hawthorne Corporation, effectively crushing everything that made Acacia who she was, or Hayden would take it, as he should have, and tap into that Hawthorne ambition his father knew was still there. Hayden reluctantly agreed, to which his father notified him of his impending death. He was losing a battle to stomach cancer, which the doctors didn't find until it was much too late. He had approximately three months left to live, giving Hayden three months to pack and move into his new, Lakewood Summit home that his father picked especially for him.
Hayden seethed, but complied, and in those three months, he found himself resigning to his fate. Perhaps this was what it had all been coming down to. He'd had his fun in the sun, got what he wanted from his father, and now he'd have to accept the consequences of his actions.
His father died behind schedule, a few months after his allotted day of death. The contents of the will had been doled out, Acacia would still attend Stanford, Hayden acquired a number of money, the Lakewood home, and a percentage of Hawthorne Corps' stock. Most importantly, he gained the family business and lost most, if not all, of himself in the process.
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▻ CEO and owner of Hawthorne Energy Corporation based in downtown LA.
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▻ Fiction Writing - in Hayden's spare time, if he can find any, he often chips away at the novel he's wishing to someday get published. Under a pen name, of course; he wants the feeling of actually succeeding in selling a good book, rather than just plastering his name on something to make it sell.
▻ Country Club Fitness/Gym - Hayden perhaps spends quite a bit of time losing himself in a rigorous work out routine. He pushes himself undoubtedly hard and tends to forget that he has a threshold, which he often exceeds. A number of his injuries can be explained through simply forgetting that he can't run for 17 miles a day.
▻ Stargazing - something he'd indulged Acacia in for one of her birthdays, her twelfth to be exact, and ever since it's become tradition for them. When his head's feeling too full and he wants nothing more than to jump off a goddamn skyscraper to silence the ceaseless buzzing, Hayden drives himself as far out into the country or mountains as he can and pitches up a small fort of blankets to watch the stars on.
▻ Assists and Volunteers for the Academy - unfortunately, Hayden can't seem to stay away from academia and he does his best to free up time to assist Lakewood Academy in anything they require, or need more hands to help with. Mostly it's just finding people who are willing to pitch in for a potluck here and there when the school itself won't provide meals.
▻ Country Club Fitness/Gym - Hayden perhaps spends quite a bit of time losing himself in a rigorous work out routine. He pushes himself undoubtedly hard and tends to forget that he has a threshold, which he often exceeds. A number of his injuries can be explained through simply forgetting that he can't run for 17 miles a day.
▻ Stargazing - something he'd indulged Acacia in for one of her birthdays, her twelfth to be exact, and ever since it's become tradition for them. When his head's feeling too full and he wants nothing more than to jump off a goddamn skyscraper to silence the ceaseless buzzing, Hayden drives himself as far out into the country or mountains as he can and pitches up a small fort of blankets to watch the stars on.
▻ Assists and Volunteers for the Academy - unfortunately, Hayden can't seem to stay away from academia and he does his best to free up time to assist Lakewood Academy in anything they require, or need more hands to help with. Mostly it's just finding people who are willing to pitch in for a potluck here and there when the school itself won't provide meals.
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Acacia Hawthorne – little sister – They talk via whatever IM service they can, if they don't directly call. They're both extremely close, and Hayden likes to take up a mentor role for his sister, but also acts as her confidant, and to some extent... perhaps even the father she never had the opportunity to get to know.
Elise Hawthorne – mother – A fashionista and a very strong woman, with her hand directly in the fashion industry. She's not to be trifled with and Hayden has a very thin relationship with her. They only ever talk because she requires monthly reports on how Hawthorne Corps is doing. (She ultimately loves her son to death)
Elise Hawthorne – mother – A fashionista and a very strong woman, with her hand directly in the fashion industry. She's not to be trifled with and Hayden has a very thin relationship with her. They only ever talk because she requires monthly reports on how Hawthorne Corps is doing. (She ultimately loves her son to death)
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.:| Naina | 32 | Divorced | Bisexual | Female |:.
.:| A P P E A R A N C E |:.
Sunaina walks with a charm that screams importance. When she walks by, it's almost like she demands the attention from others without another word except from her very presence. It's something she'd picked up in her days of acting, especially when it came to promoting the movies. She always walks around with her back straight and her head held high with pride, along with a dimpled grin that usually means she's up to something no good. Her body is that of a dancer: tall and lithe. She's above average in height, landing at around 5'8" and weighing 130 pounds. She keeps up with her health with everyday exercise, including the dance at nights as well as a strict vegetarian diet she follows.
Naina's favourite part about her is most certainly her hair: Naina has long, deep brown hair with natural caramel highlights that she regularly maintains using the money she earns after dancing, Naina spends it on lavish spa days once every week. As a result of this, her wavy-curly hair always has that voluminous bounce you see in magazines or TV. Naina mixes up the hairstyles whenever she can: sometimes seen in a high ponytail, messy buns or let loose, Naina's hair is definitely one of the better physical qualities about her as well as her slim body.
The typical clothing Naina can be found in varies on the time of day. At work, she's often found sporting comfortable clothes like jeans and sometimes a maxi skirt. The usual style she can be seen in is a white tank or sheer shirt, with denims as well as flats for comfort. There are days where she can dress up in dresses or skirts, but those are rare during the day. At night, Naina sports something a little more revealing at work - outfits including bralettes or blouses as well as matching skirts and heavy make-up. She tends to wear body jewellery, especially on days where she's required to do special dances for clients.
Regular outfits – 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |
Dancing outfits – 1 | 2 |
.:| P E R S O N A L I T Y |:.
Proud ♢ Happy ♢ Overprotective ♢ Approachable ♢ Overthinker ♢ Independent
With Naina, there's two ways people know her: the normal, and the dancer – the latter not many, if at all, residents of Lakewood know. The 'normal' Naina is a friendly, approachable type that has an aura of comfort around her that people generally like. Sunaina is a true free spirit. To her, the only rule of life is to have fun and that is a motto she still sticks by to this day. Despite being overprotective of her sister, Sunaina encourages her to try and be a little more outgoing in life - to reach out for opportunities rather than to wait for them to come by. Whether its because of her personality, or the dancer in her, but Naina is highly charming and energetic. She's graceful with her words and movements, rarely stuttering as she thinks carefully about each word before speaking. Sunaina is fiercely independent, rarely going to anyone for help unless absolutely necessary. This independent streak is the main reason she rebelled against her parents' wishes when she was younger, preferring the acting career path instead.
Despite her energetic personality, Naina tries her best to avoid the spotlight by keeping her head down and focus on the work ahead of her. Under stress, Naina can come off highly emotional. She wears her heart on her sleeve and it's not difficult for people to sense what Naina is feeling that very moment, despite how much Naina tries to hide it. When worried, she'll pace. When sad, she'll chew at her nails. When angry or stressed, she'll tug on her hair a little too roughly - All while saying she's alright. Even though you'll know what she's feeling, she'll never tell you. There is a wall Naina puts around herself ever since after the divorce, causing her to be highly guarded to the motives of others.
Her need to keep secrets to herself can cause her to be mistrustful of others and their actions, often sparking the overthinking trait in her. She never takes anything at face-value, always looking for hidden motives in everything. This sceptical nature also is the reason that she rarely follows along with gossip: who knows what the true story is?
There's nothing more important to Naina than Sanaya's well being. Knowing that Sanaya is a lot more studious than Naina was her age gives her comfort, but worries her that Sanaya will let opportunities fly by without attempting to try something new. It still works well for Naina, because this means that the older sister can work hard for her sister's benefit knowing that Sanaya will not purposely try to find herself in danger. Sunaina is not one to let someone use her so easily. She will call your BS out if need be, and chances are she won't be nice when doing so. But if she finds that her sister is being manipulated? God help your soul.
.:| H I S T O R Y |:.
Sunaina's life was anything but simple. Born and raised in Mumbai to an upper middle class family and living in a semi large, but modest three bedroom home, it was like Sunaina had everything she ever wanted. In the Mathur household, nothing was more important than education and high paying jobs. To the middle class parents, all they wanted was the best for their then only child: a daughter living in a man's world. They did everything they could afford: tuition classes, extra curricular activites, everything to try and get Sunaina's interest peaked in her studies, but it never happened.
Fourteen years after the birth of Sunaina came Sanaya, the birth taking the family by complete surprise but ultimately providing the sense that their family was complete. Like Sunaina, Sanaya was raised with the same ideals to education, but unlike her sister, Sanaya took to books like Sunaina took to acting. Despite pressures from her parents to exceed in her studies, Sunaina did everything she could to avoid studying and to get into acting. She did everything: amateur modelling, dance classes, anything to make herself desirable to Bollywood agents. It was in Sunaina's luck that she was cast as a background dancer in a large Bollywood movie, her first break in the tough business.
From then on, Sunaina (going by Naina instead) took up more and more roles, each with increasing amount of popularity till Naina finally caught the big break and landed her first gig as the main lead actress in an action-romance movie. It was there when Sunaina met Rajesh Rao; her co-star and director of the movie. During the filming, Naina and Raj sparked a lot of drama and gossip: their regular outings and shameless displays of affection in public causing people to believe that they were meant to be. And they were: Sunaina was happy for the most part. After starring in two more movies together in the span of two years, Naina and Raj tied the knot in a very public wedding.
For a year after the wedding, things remained very public: every fan knew when the couple went for dates, had an argument or even thought about each other (all thanks to Naina and Raj's popular Twitter accounts). To anyone concerned: this was a match made in heaven: a PR success! But behind the scenes it was terrible. Sunaina's happiness lasted very little after the wedding as Raj began taking to alcohol after the movies he'd begun directing would turn out to be mediocre in the Bollywood box office, in turn forcing Naina to stop taking up roles in movies to protect his ego.
A year after the wedding, Sunaina and Sanaya both lost their parents in a tragic car accident. This incident forced the younger Mathur, who was still barely a teenager to move in with Naina and Raj, facing the same toxic environment as Naina was for the past few years. This situation remained for another year until...
Three years into the toxic relationship, Sunaina surprised the public (who were beginning to get suspicious about the marital bliss front they'd put up on social media) by filing for divorce. The reason was never made public, but Sunaina had found after returning home from shopping to see Raj raising his fist against Sanaya. Seeing her husband hurt her baby sister was the breaking point, and the wife packed up all her clothes and items, and after successfully divorcing, Sunaina and Sanaya were off to the US and away from Raj's toxic presence.
After hearing about Lakewood's prestigious academy, Naina knew she had to have Sanaya enrolled there. She moved to Lakewood Summit when Naina was 29 and Sanaya 15 and have lived there ever since. All the money Naina bought with her from India was spent on their modest three bedroom home and the opening of Turn The Page. The money from the bookstore, while enough to keep Sanaya in the academy, was barely leaving enough for the bills and food. So Sunaina decided to take up another job alongside her innocent bookstore; as an exotic dancer at a Gentlemen's club on the outskirts of Lakewood, the added salary from the dancing was proving to be enough to pay for the left over bills and leave enough money for Sunaina to save up for emergencies.
While Sunaina isn't shameful of her nightly job, she makes it her priority to make sure Sanaya, or the other residents of Lakewood Summit never finds out about it, more for Sanaya's protection than anything else.
.:| O C C U P A T I O N |:.
Before moving to Lakewood, Sunaina was an actress in Bollywood. Despite starring in a couple movies (some even leads), the only way Naina was able to gain fans were from her high profile relationship with a popular actor and director, Rajesh Rao, who ended up becoming her husband later til their nasty divorce.
Now, Naina owns the local bookstore right outside the community gates known as Turn The Page (1 | 2). It's relatively popular, and boasts about good service as well as their refreshing drinks. Almost like a library, Turn The Page has a couple comfortable seating areas across the store for students from the academy to use to relax and complete homework or assignments, proving to be popular with the younger residents of Lakewood Summit. If one didn't think about it, it would make sense that the ex-wife of a popular actor would be able to live from the money earned by the bookstore as well as any settlement funds she would've received...
However, Sunaina has no choice but to take up an extra job; something she hasn't told anyone about. A little further out of town is a Gentleman's club known as the Lakewood Diamonds (1 | 2) where Sunaina (there known as Aliya- or Lia for short) is the head dancer every other evening, performing till up to 3 in the morning. The building is large, with three "mini stages" surrounding one large centre stage at the end of the room. The club also has private rooms for patrons to have special dances, but Sunaina has yet to take any offers other than from a regular she's known ever since she'd started dancing at the club.
.:| H O B B I E S |:.
{{ Dancing – Thanks to her Bollywood history, Sunaina has a knack for dancing pretty well. Her specialities include: Indian classical – something she's highly proud of and teaches Sanaya and others if they wish so – along with contemporary, belly and pole dancing (something she'd picked up in her years at the club).
{{ Jogging – Running keeps Naina active and in shape for her night job, as well as relax her before a stressful morning at work.
{{ Gardening – A relatively new hobby Naina picked up wile living in Lakewood Summit after recieiving enough notifications from the Homeowner’s Association to maintain her front lawn.
.:| R E L A T I O N S H I P S |:.
Sanaya Mathur – sister
Sunaina is highly overprotective of her younger sister. To her: she wants nothing more than to give Sanaya the life she deserves, and thus tries everything to be able to afford it. Nina wants to make up for the years she disappeared from Sanaya's and her parents' life in favour for her acting career, and the only way Naina knows how is to give Sanaya the best education possible at Lakewood Academy.
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.:| Sana | 17 | Single | Straight | Female |:.
.:| A P P E A R A N C E |:.
The first thing someone would notice about Sanaya is her light eyes. Compared to her sister's darker shade, Sanaya has lighter hazel-brown eyes that are have a childish, joyful glint to them when she looks at you. There is nothing that Sanaya can hide, her expressive nature betraying her every emotion through her very eyes – makes the saying the eyes are the windows to your soul a very accurate one in Sanaya's case. She has round, pinchable cheeks along with full lips that are always curled up into a soft smile no matter who she's looking at.
Sanaya's frame is a lot more smaller than her sister's, her height barely surpassing the 5'3" mark and her weight a solid 110lbs. Just like her sister, Sanaya keeps fit through dance lessons and jogging, as well as keeping an eye on her diet (but the girl has one hell of a sweet tooth, it's a sin that she doesn't show it). Sanaya has a little beauty mark right below her lips, on her chin. A small round discoloured portion on her otherwise (generally) clear skin. Her skin is soft and unmarred, no tattoos or any scars except for ink splodges around her left palm (she's left handed) and fingers as well as slight callouses from the way she tightly grips onto her pens when writing. Unlike her sister, Sanaya usually stands with her back slightly hunched and shoulders bunched together, almost as if she's making her tiny frame appear almost invisible due to shyness.
Sanaya's regular outfits are a lot more dressier and traditional than her sister's. Despite moving to the US, Sanaya sticks to her roots and wears traditional suits like they're her second skin. If it's comfortable, Sanaya can be found wearing it. This means that she tends to stick with the more baggier options like loose shirts, harem pants and even long flowy skirts and dresses. Sanaya sticks to wearing lighter colours such as pastels or whites, but that doesn't mean she doesn't own any tighter pieces of clothing (curtesy of her sister). Sanaya's makeup is kept to the bare minimum, preferring to stick with natural colours more than experimenting with outrageous eye shadows or lipsticks.
.:| P E R S O N A L I T Y |:.
The first thing to note is that Sanaya is a complete contradiction: despite being soft-spoken and rarely speaking out of turn, Sanaya has strong opinions and is endlessly stubborn and likely to fight tirelessly for her ideas or opinions. Sanaya is goal orientated and decisive, knowing exactly what she wants to do and how to get there. Her knack for organisation and lists make her a very good planner and a good help to her sister whenever she works at Naina's bookstore.
Sanaya's hardworking and determined personality can lead to her overworking herself very easily. She takes on stress without thinking about the impact it may have on her and her health, such as extra workload at the bookstore or accepting extra credit work, and will work tirelessly to get her work done way before the deadline thanks to her careful planning. Unless forced to by Naina, Sanaya will rarely take breaks to rejuvenate after a particularly stressful day.
Sanaya is also very introverted, preferring to keep to herself in her bedroom rather than socialise with others. It's not like she doesn't want to interact with others her age, but Sanaya finds herself without any words after five minutes of small talk, and she abhores idly standing around waiting for someone else to pick up the conversation to make things less awkward. Unlike her sister, Sanaya has no filter - she never thinks before speaking which easily leads her to stutter and lose focus when in midst of conversation - and the awkwardness resulting from the conversation leads to Sanaya trying to avoid talking to others unless absolutely necessary.
She is also very sensitive: both to emotions and criticism. She fears that the idea she pitches forward will lead to backlash - as illogical as it sounds. So in order to combat this fear, Sanaya forced herself to join the student council and become a hardworking member till she was recently elected as president. Due to the lack of social interactions Sanaya has had, she can be a lot more susceptible to manipulation and charm, something Sanaya has yet to realise about herself, and there's only so much Naina can do to protect Sanaya, right?
.:| H I S T O R Y |:.
Sanaya was born over a decade after Naina, a complete surprise to two tired middle class parents. They already had their hands full with Sunaina, convincing the young child to take her education seriously but it was almost impossible to get her to listen. So when Sanaya turned out to be almost the opposite to the hyperactive, rebellious child, it was a relief to the parents. Sanaya was always doted on as the good child, the one that followed all instructions and didn't complain once about it - but it didn't mean that she was any less active than her older sister. She followed her sister everywhere; to the playground, the mall, dance classes - it was Sunaina's love for dancing and acting that got the younger sister to begin dancing by the time she was just five.
The two girls were close, or as close they could be given their age differences. Sunaina loved her sister, but more than that she wanted her freedom and an escape from the mundane reality of a middle class child - and that was the reason Sunaina packed her clothes and left home at the age of twenty, leaving a six year old Sanaya heartbroken as Sunaina left home without looking back. Whilst on her pursuit of success in the tough industry, Sanaya was left at home with her equally heartbroken parents. The only thing left that linked the two sisters were Sanaya's dance class, which she was still a member of for the years to come.
Sanaya kept track of her sister's accomplishments. She watched every movie with her sister in it, quoted every article and interview - she all but worshipped her sister after she was gone all whilst on her own pursuit for her dream job. Just like her sister, it was drilled into Sanaya that education was everything: but she was the sister that took it seriously and after a careers talk at school when she was eight, it was settled that Sanaya was going to law school and become a lawyer. To Sanaya, her schooling was almost too easy. While she didn't excel in everything (grr Geography), she did well enough in school to be considered one of the top in her class at the time. Even back then she'd take up extra curricular activities; anything that would make her application to law school shine over the others - things like dance team (it was still Sanaya's passion, after all)- hell, she even joined the debate team so she could get the confidence in herself to spread ideas around.
Three months after Sanaya's twelfth birthday, her parents were killed in a freak car accident: a drunken lorry driver had crashed into the passenger side of the car, killing Sanaya's mother instantly and Sanaya's father died that night on the operating table. The driver escaped with little injuries and even little punishment, reinforcing Sanaya's will to be a criminal prosecutor. That night was also the first time Sanaya had seen her sister face to face in six years. Sunaina took in her little sister that same night, packing away Sanaya's belongings before whisking her sister away towards the glamorous life in Bollywood, letting her live in the home the newly weds Naina and Raj had been sharing for the past year. At first everything was great - or as great as it could be. The sisters grieved together, but their close bond helped them through the trying time. Sanaya was even admitted into a better school- a place that helped the younger sister forward in her dream to be the best criminal prosecutor in India.
However before Sanaya could settle down and complete her schooling, the relationship between Naina and Raj deteriorated to the point of abuse. Raj's love for the drink as well as his wounded pride overshadowed the love he had for his wife until there was no love left in the relationship. It begun with biting words, before a slap until it escalated into so much more. Sunaina dealt with it her own way: pretending nothing was wrong until Sanaya was brought into the mix. Sanaya returned from school early one afternoon, arriving to find Raj already halfway finished with his bottle and as she attempted to avoid the drunken man, Raj turned onto her. He grabbed her hair, forcing her against the wall before banging his tightened fist against the wall behind her while shouting incoherently and it was by pure luck that Sunaina had returned on time to see what was going on. It was at that moment that Naina's decision was made. The divorce papers were filed, and that following month Naina and Sanaya were jetting across the globe to settle in America and restart their lives without Raj's toxic presence, where they'd been living for the last three years.
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Does school activites count? Sanaya is a part of the student council as a way for her to gain more confidence in herself in a new environment. Her helpful nature means she's always there to listen to the suggestions of the other members of the council, or from the student population themselves and try to figure out a way to incorporate the ideas for the benefit of everyone. If not busy with council duties, Sanaya is also a part of the academy's dance team; training hard under the guidance of the infamous Audrey Huntsberg-Blake. Between these two activities, most of Sanaya's time and energy is also spent on school work (keeping up grades, etc) as well as making sure Sofia is never left alone.
If school activities doesn't count, Sanaya works at her sister's bookstore during weekends and any time she's free during the week (not very often, but Naina's organisation skills are hopeless and without Sanaya to order things around, Naina would go absolutely mad). It's unpaid work, but Sanaya is happy to take off the load from her permanently tired sister.
.:| H O B B I E S |:.
{{ Dancing – Similarly like her sister, Sanaya has a talent for dancing. She's a part of the dance team at Lakewood Academy, under the guidance of Audrey Huntsberg-Blake.
{{ Organising the bookstore – At every opportunity she can get, Sanaya works under her sister at the bookstore as either a cashier, or to keep stock and organise the books in their proper place - because Naina is hopeless in this department.
{{ President of the student council of Lakewood Academy – Very newly elected, but Sanaya is also a part of the student council alongside the dance team, trying to get as much work done so her college application looks good.
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Naina Rao – sister
Sanaya has always been Naina's number one supporter. No matter what her sister did, Sanaya would support and follow along behind her- it's how she found her own passion in dancing even if it may not be as great as Naina. She was heartbroken when Naina disappeared to work in Bollywood without any words when she was six, but despite the circumstances, she was glad to see her sister once more six years later and it was like nothing had changed once she'd moved to Naina's home. To see her sister being abused by Raj pissed Sanaya off, but she'd promised Naina not to say a word about it-- at least until Raj turned to Sanaya. The sisters fled together to the US to a gated community to live out their lives away from the public eye. Sanaya still loves her sister very much so, but she has no idea how Naina is bringing in enough money to sustain their life in the expensive neighbourhood but she's seen the finance records and she knows the money is not coming solely from the bookstore...
.:| Est | Fifty-four | Married | Heterosexual | Female |:.
At first glance, you wouldn't really expect Estella to be a day over fourty. Some say that she's had surgery, others say she won the genetic lottery - but the secret behind Estella's still somewhat youthful appearance remains the secret to everyone but her. With the help of flattering make-up and with the right diet, Estella obsessvely ensures that she always looks the best. Her full, light pink lips are always curled into a smile, whether faked or real depends on the person the smile is directed at. Her eyes show a warmth that, after you talk to her longer than ten minutes, you realise is nothing but feigned charm.
Estella ensures that not only her looks are at it's best, but also the style of clothes she wears. When out and about, Estella wears only the best. Her wardrobe is filled with designer labels, including that of her husband's, and she makes sure that she's never seen in the same outfit twice. Even when lounging at home, whilst she's a little more relaxed, Estella has to look good.
Looking back at Estella's childhood, it's almost a given that she was going to end up as such a person. Stubborn, blunt and with an ego bigger than anything one has ever witnessed, it's a surprise to see Estella still 'happily' to this day. Being raised with a princess complex has made Estella a very impatient woman. When she demands something, she wants it now and any minute she has to wait any longer is a minute she'll spend lecturing you about the importance of keeping track of time.
There is nothing more important to Estella than her own happiness. She's selfish and she knows it. And the thing that keeps her the most happy is when she's in the spotlight - whether as a model or anything where she's the most important person in the room. Hell, she doesn't even care if the attention is bad, just give it all to her.
However, Estella knows that she is growing older and its getting harder to catch any jobs for her despite her status in the fashion industry as Aron Rostow's wife, and she's hoping that maybe one day she'll be able to retire from the modelling world to spend some time with her husband and adopted child and maybe find happiness elsewhere. But for now? She'll try to leech as much attention from the media as possible.
Estella McKinley was born the youngest child, the first daughter, in a family of six. With three sons already there to claim their share in the McKinley & Sons law firm, little Estella was left with nothing but the love of her parents. Not that Estella minded one bit: she couldn't give a single crap about law, but she still had her parents wrapped around her little finger. They were unable to refuse any of their darling princess's demands, and would often work hard to ensure that Estella grew up to face no hardships at all.
And one of Estella's last requests before leaving her grand home in London? An even grander home in America where she can follow her ambitions - to be the most talked about person in all of the western world. Forced to start small, Estella scowled at the thought of being lumped with the newbies in the beginning of her career - often calling up her father to force him to pull any strings he could to get her pushed higher up the career ladder.
There was no such thing as hard work in Estella's dictionary; not when she could simply call her father for help. It was difficult, but with her father's contacts it was doable for the first year or so. It took only a year for the girl to slowly climb the ranks, to feel that importance she craved and she loved it. Sure, she still had a long way to go before she was a supermodel, but at least she was a somebody in a world filled with nobodies.
It was during her climb to the top where she met Aron Rostow, another nobody with big dreams. But Estella could see the determination, the potential in the foreign man from which she decided to give a little nudge in the right direction. Estella was sure that if this guy made it big, it would benefit her just as much. It was a slow task, but it eventually paid off. Rostow eventually began running his own fashion label, one where Estella was proudly modelling for as well as his own magazine.
Estella never realised when, but soon her relationship with Aron grew from partners to something a little more. The romantic relationship gave her opportunities that were once locked, and soon she settled down with Aron to secure her place in the fashion industry as an important somebody. Aron was a good man, and part of Estella did fall in love with the man - but the selfish part loved herself just a little more...
Which is why Estella lied to Aron. She claimed she was barren, that she was unable to carry his child only to protect her body from becoming unattractive. The small part that was in love with Aron felt bad, the man was accepting and it caused her to feel guilty the longer they were married. Eventually though, the two ended up adopting their child to fill that empty space left in their little family- a child that Estella spoils just as much as her parents spoiled her.
Now with Aron retired from the game, Estella has been struggling to find those jobs she'd loved so much all those years before. It didn't help she was growing older in a world that demanded the youthful perfection only others could provide. She tried everything else to remain important: taking up roles in acting (something she still does from time to time), trying out singing (eventually realising she wasn't exactly talented in that job then quitting) and even trying her hand at creating her own label.
With the realisation dawning that she wasn't important anymore, Estella now grows more bitter. With their move to Lakewood, Estella wonders whether she'll be able to be a good wife and mother for her family, as well as come to accept that the public simply doesn't care about her anymore. It'll be hard, but maybe...
Inherited some of her money, but likes to think that she's still relevant enough to be in the media and public's eye by either being a part of the fashion industry, or taking up small roles in TV shows. Nothing glamorous, but if it makes her feel important then she'll do it.
Fitness freak | To keep herself fit and perfect, Estella follows a strict dieting and fitness routine to ensure that her body... well... never shows the sign of ageing.
Spa trips | If you ever wish to find Estella, it'll always be at the country club. When she's not busy in the gym, she can be found relaxing in the spa with her weekly downtime.
Book club | I mean, why not? What better way is there to waste time other than getting wasted for fun? Drinking is the only unhealthy thing Estella will do.
Aron Rostow – Husband – At first, Estella thought their relationship was the best way for her to walk the path of fame, but over the years of their marriage it's safe to say that Estella has grown to love her husband.
(Adopted child) – relationship – TBD
Shutzy – Pet – No matter how endearing, Estella will forever keep her distance from the mutt, cautious of allergies.
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“Come a little closer, then you’ll see
Things aren’t always what they seem to be.
Do you understand the things that you’ve been seeing?
Do you understand the things that you’ve been dreaming?
Come a little closer, then you’ll see.”
Cage The Elephant, Come A Little Closer
.:| A P P E A R A N C E |:.
In everyone’s eyes, Samantha’s as unassuming as a teenage girl can get: jeans, hoodies, graphic tees, sneakers, sweaters, shorts and the occasional tank top. The straight, chestnut blonde hair that reaches the middle of her back is always on the loose, with a straight part in the middle to hide the presence of her rosy, abundant cheeks. Green almond-shaped eyes, a delicate button nose and a pair of pink lips adorn an innocent and sweet-looking face that also occasionally features a bright, pearly white smile. Standing at 5’8”, Samantha is the owner of a lithe, delicate and petite body with small breasts, well-proportioned behind and an hourglass figure. Though at first glance her appearance doesn’t seem to say much, the customers at the Whistle Shop who have seen her in the signature lacy underwear would disagree and even doubt that the unassuming teenage girl is the same smokin’ barista that captivates them with natural sex-appeal.
To Samantha, less is more, so she tends to wear no makeup besides cherry Chapstick and no jewelry besides a pair of small, heart-shaped gold studs and a matching gold necklace with a small, heart-shaped charm that was a gift from her mother.
.:| P E R S O N A L I T Y |:.
There are three layers to Samantha’s personality:
Layer I: From The Outside- The first impression one gets about Samantha Kingsley is that she’s utterly and completely talented at blending in with the crowd. She tries to remain as low-key as possible, and it has worked to her favor throughout all of her life. Sam appears to be this quiet, reserved young woman with very few friends, and there’s an aura of simplicity and innocence to her that keeps people thinking that she can do no wrong.
Layer II: From The Inside- Her mother and the few close friends Sammi has are the ones who have seen beyond her inconspicuous first layer. When you truly get to meet Sam, you find yourself spending time with a girl who’s got a quick sense of humor, a sweet, outgoing personality and a bright smile on her face. Her close circle can vouch for how loyal, hardworking, patient and diligent she is. Even if she’s a woman of few words, you can always count on her to give you advice after listening to whatever problems you might be facing.
Layer III: From The Wild Side- Only the person who gets to be with Sam intimately will have the opportunity to see this side of her. As a lover, Samantha is this sensual, intense, passionate, loving and devoted woman doing everything in her power to please, as long as she gets to be pleased herself along the way. She’ll lure potential lovers with incredible and irresistible magnetism that you never thought was there in the first place, and the innocent and inexperienced charm could be the cherry on top of this sundae.
.:| H I S T O R Y |:.
Contrary to her peers at Lakewood Summit, Samantha Eleanor Kinglsey wasn't born between riches and fame. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Eleanor Kinglsey had been kicked out of her house as soon as her parents learned of her pregnancy, and even more so since they had always disapproved of their daughter’s relationship with the baby’s father and her high school sweetheart Lenny Harris. Lenny was your typical lazy teenage bum: the one guy who always boasted about what a badass he was but who resorted to stealing as a way to obtain easy money that would be spent on everything besides his girlfriend and daughter. After three long years of constant arguments, living in poverty and suffering, Lenny decided he’d had enough of it. While the women slept in a small cot of their dingy one-bedroom apartment, Lenny had packed his things and run off to another state with a girlfriend he’d found a few weeks before.
Now alone, broke, with a toddler to care for and absolutely no help, Eleanor and Samantha were forced to live in a shelter until Sam’s mother finished her nursing studies via scholarships and a part-time job at the local community college. By the time Samantha was 7, the Kingsley girls were finally able to afford to leave the shelter and start their own life on a two-bedroom apartment on the decent side of Iverson city, in which they have lived in right to this very day.
At school, Samantha was thankfully too good at being invisible and blending in with the crowd to be noticed by any bullies. She met her two inseparable best friends in elementary school, and since then they have always been there for each other. In terms of academic themes, Samantha is considered a good student, but nothing excellent or out of the ordinary. She also isn’t as privileged as some of her peers when it comes to having their own transportation methods, so she commutes to most places as she continues to save money to afford a car.
Due to the busy nature of her mother’s job, Samantha is mostly alone at her place. Whereas people might think this makes Sammi sad, it really doesn’t bother her. The few moments spent together by mother and daughter are sweet, fun and fulfilling enough for both women to feel comfortable. In Sam’s eyes, even though she misses her mother and honestly wishes they could spend more time together she understands that what Eleanor does is only for their benefit, so they never have to worry about starving or having a roof under their heads ever again. The busy job also keeps Eleanor from dating, which is a good thing for Sam: the risks of her mother getting a shitty boyfriend that fucks up their lives again is close to zero, and for that she is thankful.
Ever since earning a job at The Whistle Stop, Sam and her mother lived worrying a little less about how they would get through the months. Still, there was something inside Samantha that told her she and her mother deserved more than what they were getting, and the longer she spent working at the café the more her idea seemed to turn into a plan: seduce a wealthy Lakewood resident, seduce them until they’ve fallen deeply in love with you enough to share their riches with you, and proceed to give your mother the life she deserves while you get all that love and attention you’ve always wanted.
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Barista at The Whistle Shop – When Samantha first walked into the coffee shop, she knew that from the expression in owner Roxanne Valenti’s face that she was very likely to go home still unemployed. Rumors had it that Miss Roxanne only hired young and sexy faces for her establishment, and though Sammi had the youth she could understand why it could be said she lacked the sexiness. After the brief interview had finished and Roxanne said the typical ‘I’ll get back to you’ that obviously meant ‘you’re not hired’, Samantha took a risk and surprised her future employer by undressing herself to just her lacy set of underwear and showing her the potential she had. To Sam’s delight, the older woman had considered her charm worthy enough for her business, and so Samantha walked out of the establishment’s doors that afternoon with a job in the bag. She has been working at the café for 3 months now.
.:| H O B B I E S |:.
- Listening to Music- Her favorite genre is indie rock, and she rarely listens to anything besides that. Think along the lines of Cage The Elephant, Kings of Leon, White Lies, Bad Suns, The 1975, Foster The People, Neon Trees... She has a deep aversion for mainstream music of any kinds besides indie.
- Playing Guitar- Her most prized possession is a metallic purple B.C. Rich Gunslinger Electric Guitar, product of her savings and one she uses to play song covers of the bands and genre said above.
- Writing- A hobby of hers since she was nine years old, keeping diaries has always been her tool
- Role-Playing- Samantha enjoys writing fantasy-related fan-fictions and role plays, along with making up characters, plots and settings to have her characters embark in all sorts of adventures.
- Reading & Watching Fantasy-Related Things- Sammi's a huge geek when it comes to things like Game Of Thrones, Percy Jackson and The Olympians, Harry Potter, Pirates of the Caribbean, The Hobbit, Lord of the Rings…
.:| R E L A T I O N S H I P S |:.
Eleanor Kingsley – Mother – "I love my mother to death. She's the most hardworking woman I've ever known, and struggled hard to get us to where we are now. But honestly? I've never understood why she doesn't see that there are easier ways to afford a better lifestyle for the both of us. But she won’t have to worry about money anymore. If I manage to keep my current job, I hope to snag one of the Summit residents so they can give us the life we really deserve.”
Leonard 'Lenny' Harris – Father – "I was too young to remember that deadbeat asshole. He left my mother and me to fend for ourselves without a care in the world. Why should I give a damn about him? As far as I know, he's dead to me."
Roxanne Valenti- Boss- “If I’m honest here, my boss is one of the hottest cougars in this suburbia, if not the hottest one. I’ll always be grateful for the chance she gave me by hiring me here, but I’ve always wondered if she’d be willing to do with me the things I’ve heard she’s done with my co-workers. I guess time will only tell!”
.:| A P P E A R A N C E |:.
At first glance, dear Mrs. Huntsberg-Blake looks like the woman you would accuse of having a permanent case of ‘resting bitch face’: eternally pouted lips, raised or scowling eyebrows (plucked and arched to perfection) and an intense look in her chocolate-brown eyes. Whereas the common woman who has bared two children throughout her life has a body that reflects this fact, when your father is a world-class plastic surgeon the evidence of pregnancy in the body can be easily erased. Audrey’s eternally tanned guitar-shaped body sports wide hips, full, perky breasts, a slim abdomen and the round ass that captivated her husband back when they were teens all those years ago. While in her teen and early adult years Audrey sported a long mane of dark brown hair, she has long since traded that look for a long bob that gives her a more mature, serious yet stylish appearance. Never will you see Audrey looking disheveled (not even when waking up next to Troy), as she always makes sure to have her French-manicured fingers and toes are intact. Make-up wise, she keeps it simple with just eyeliner, mascara and neutral-color lipstick or gloss. She walks with confidence and her head held high, hips swinging from left to right.
In terms of style, Audrey dresses like your typical rich suburban mom: expensive jeans, ballet flats,
V-necked T-shirts (”Gotta keep it baby-proof these days. Learned that the hard way with Cecilia.”) and a baby bag that can fool anyone into thinking it’s a typical handbag. She also wears minimal jewelry that consists of her wedding bands, a white gold locket that carries a family picture on the inside and a charm bracelet with five stones: a garnet (for Troy’s January birthdate), a pink tourmaline (for Audrey’s October birthdate), a diamond (for Cecilia’s April birthdate), a ruby (for their July wedding), and a tanzanite (for Owen’s December birthdate). She has no tattoos and just one piercing on each ear, in which she wears small, delicate diamond studs.
Fun fact: when you see her, Audrey is almost always carrying her son, or with him in general. She takes him everywhere with her, even the PTA meetings and dance practices.
.:| P E R S O N A L I T Y |:.
Audrey Huntsberg-Blake is well-known in the Lakewood Summit community for her serious, stern and strict behavior. She is relentless and determined when it comes to her spot in the PTA, never afraid to go head-to head in civil discussion with someone just to prove a point or get one across. As a dance team coach, she is a perfectionist to always push her students to give their 100% and more if they can manage. Audrey strives to let the team know that with hard work and dedication only come rewards, and she is the living example of it.
As a wife and mother, Audrey is the complete opposite of what most people imagine. Caring, loving and devoted, Audrey is a complete sweetheart to her darling children and husband, whom she absolutely smothers with hugs, kisses, cuddles and just overall affection and spoiling. She will do just about anything and everything for her family, and protects her own fiercely. Though she raises Cecilia to earn what she wants, Audrey often spoils her on her good behavior with her favorite baked good, little trips here and there and so on. When it comes to Troy, Audrey is nothing but passionate, intense and simply loves to make him happy, but is also very jealous if she thinks you’re even considering laying your eyes on her man. “One has to keep an eye on their man these days, what with the amount of vultures out there just waiting for the chance to strike.”
Fun fact: Audrey is a very punctual woman. She will be at the appointed location or event at least fifteen minutes ahead of schedule.
.:| H I S T O R Y |:.
Audrey Elizabeth Huntsberg was born one Halloween night to the best nation-wide plastic surgeon Dr. Arthur Huntsberg and the famous Mexican-Italian professional dancer Elisabetta Rodriguez (now Elisabetta Rodriguez-Huntsberg). Only daughter to the couple, Audrey was born into the privileged lifestyle only a few other selected others shared, and has never known less. She grew up in a luxurious Tuscan-style villa, her every need and whim tended to by a nanny and housekeepers until she was old enough to attend school. Her parents were always highly lovable and proud of their daughter, but were always more interested in their work than anything else.
Audrey's elementary and middle school years were spent on the prestigious Beverly Hills Academy, where her parents had enrolled her to keep her in check. The elementary school years were great, but by middle school Audrey had grown bored of the same old faces and started to beg her parents to transfer her to some other school. And so, after many long conversations and endless research of what would be the best option for their beloved daughter, the Huntsbergs finally decided to transfer Audrey from the Academy to Beverly Hills High School. It was here where Audrey instantly became part of the A-lister crowd upon arrival, since most of the other A-listers had visited or known people that had been patients of Dr. Huntsberg, everyone knew who Elisabetta was, and most people had known of her dancing achievements. Upon her arrival at Beverly Hills High School in her freshman year, Audrey auditioned for the dance team and was accepted in a heartbeat. In her junior year, she was named the Normans Dance Team Captain and under her command the school won the Local, District and National Inter-school Dance Competitions.
It was in the summer prior to her senior year where Audrey met Troy Markus Blake at a Nirvana tribute at the Hard Rock Café, who were seventeen and eighteen years old respectively. The young adults spent the better part of an hour flirting endlessly with each other, until they couldn’t hold back their feelings anymore and decided to spend a wild, passionate night together. Though they had decided to keep things as a one-time thing only, fate had made it so they were students at the same school. They hooked up another two times, and just eight weeks after their first encounter their futures were bound together for life when Audrey found out she was pregnant. Troy had refused to believe her at first, which made Audrey consider abortion. After thinking long and hard about it, the young woman realized she couldn’t bear to go through with the process, and instead decided to keep the baby even if she had to be a single mom. Eventually, Troy came around, and they had decided to give each other a chance and start an official relationship when Audrey was four months pregnant. It was a long, difficult road for the young couple: after all, they were just a pair of immature teenagers racing against the clock to get to know each other before their daughter was born. But thankfully the fates had decided they were meant to be, because by the time Audrey was nearing her due date the couple were very much in love and looking forward to their life as a family.
On April 20 of that next year, Audrey was rushed out of a classroom of Beverly Hills High and into the hospital. After eight hours of intense labor, the cries of a strong and healthy baby girl were heard on the delivery room: Cecilia Rose Blake was born! 7.8 pounds, 19 inches and an unmistakable resemblance to her mother that would only grow bigger throughout the years. The couple lived with Troy’s parents until Cecilia was six months old. It was then when they decided that, with Audrey’s trust fund as a nest egg, they would move to Las Vegas in pursuit of Troy’s professional MMA career. While the young father worked and trained endlessly to achieve his goals, Audrey balanced motherhood, taking care of their family and earning a college degree. Though they were times in which she cried of frustration and considered giving everything up, never once did Audrey quit. Her daughter, boyfriend and a better life for them was her motivation to keep going. The fruits of all their hard work eventually paid off: by the time Audrey was 22 and Troy was 23 he had earned himself a big name in the MMA scene, they were reaching millionaire status and she had earned her bachelor’s degree in International Relations.
In a move that surprised even Audrey herself, Troy had knelt down on one knee and proposed to her right after her college graduation with a stunningly sparkling engagement ring. They wasted no time in preparations and married a month later in a breathtakingly beautiful July beach wedding at Florida’s Marco Island Marriott Hotel, with their only guests being relatives and closest friends. As soon as they married Troy and Audrey began the search for the house of their dreams, and by end of that year had settled in one of the pricier houses of a recently built exclusive community called Lakewood Summit in Los Angeles. They moved in a week before Christmas.
By that point, the Blake-Huntsberg family had what they always wanted: economic stability, a house they could call home, and a happy family. But there was still something missing to make their lives complete, and that something was conceived on Valentine’s Day. After so many years, Audrey was expecting again, and gave birth to a healthy baby boy on December 30th. Audrey was beyond ecstatic to finally have another baby, whilst Troy was now a proud father of a son and 6 year-old Cecilia was a ball of excitement with her big sister role. With the arrival of Owen Markus Blake, the Blake-Huntsberg family was complete at last.
And so, Audrey, Troy, Cecilia and Owen were living their ‘happily ever after’ in Lakewood Summit.
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Though Audrey has a bachelor’s degree in International Relations, she is a housewife and stay at home mother to Owen and Cecilia (when Ceci gets home from school, that is). Troy earned enough money for them to live a luxurious lifestyle without her needing to work, and he had always expressed his preference for having Audrey care for their children. And honestly? Though the couple had people to help them out with housekeeping duties, Audrey didn’t trust anyone but herself to take care of her babies or the family meals. This and her hobbies keep her quite busy all the time.
.:| H O B B I E S |:.
- President of the PTA- “Someone has to make sure our children get the top education we are paying for and deserve!
- Coach of the Lakewood Academy Dance Team- “Dancing has been a passion that runs through many generations in my family. I want to make sure that our school's team does the best job they can do.
- Baking- “I just looooooooooove baking because it keeps me busy. I mostly bake for the PTA sales, but I try to spoil my family with baked goods at least once or twice a week. Troy’s an addict to peanut butter chocolate chip cookies (he sometimes likes them with caramel chips), while Cecilia simply loves her brownies! Though they need to have lots of walnuts in them for her to be happy. And when it’s mommy’s turn to spoil herself, red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting is where it’s at!”
- Pilates- “Gotta keep my body in shape somehow besides the sessions with the personal trainer!”
- Getting weekly massages at the country club- “Because being a wife to the world light heavyweight MMA champion, mother of two, president of the PTA and dance team coach can get so overwhelming!”
.:| R E L A T I O N S H I P S |:.
"This is my family: my life and my everything. You mess with any of them and I'll make sure you wish you'd wish you'd never been born.
Troy Markus Blake – Husband – "While our relationship didn't have the typical start, I'm glad I was fortunate enough to end up with my husband. It hasn’t always been peaches and cream in our relationship, especially in those days where he was just starting his career. He was away training so much, and Cecilia and I missed him so much… Anyway, like you can see, we fought hard to get to where we are. The important thing you need to know is that I love my husband to pieces, and even though he drives me insane sometimes there’s no one else I’d rather be with in this world. We dated for eight years before getting married 4 years ago. Yeah, I know. Took him long enough."
Cecilia Rose Blake – 7 year-old daughter – "My pretty princess. I had her when I was just 18, and even though people judged the heck out of me because of how Ceci was conceived Troy and I were able to stun the haters into silence by making things work. From the moment she was born, it was as if a piece of my heart was out of my body. I honestly never thought I would be able to love someone so deeply and fiercely, much less to feel this need to be a better person each day. My daughter is the reason I’m not that snobbish, uptight teen I used to be in high school. I changed so she could see me as a good role model to follow, someone that makes her proud. My Ceci’s smart, sweet, loving, caring, compassionate, a daddy’s girl to boot… So full of life and always, always smiling. I feel incredibly proud to call her my own.
Owen Markus Blake- 6 month-old son- "My darling baby boy... Troy and I wanted to wait until we were in a stable position to have another child, and we were blessed with little Owen’s arrival the day before New Year’s Eve last year. He is exactly like his sister was: a chubby, easy going, happy, giggly baby with the most adorable cheeks ever. The only difference is that while Cecilia’s an exact mini-me and a Daddy’s girl, Owen’s face is a near copy of his father’s, and he’s completely and totally Mommy’s little boy. I never go anywhere without him. And yes, he is cared for only by me and exclusively breastfed.”
.:| A P P E A R A N C E |:.
The first thing you notice about Fiorella Aguilar is that she is always, always looking as if she's just stepped out of a fashion magazine, as she is always dressed with brand and expensive clothing. She loves to wear attention-grabbing jewelry and carries her stuff around in brand and expensive handbags of all shapes and sizes. Fiorella is a short woman (5'3", to be exact), but she looks taller because of her tendency to always wear brand heels that are no shorter than 3". She carries herself with an air of confidence and superiority, always with a confident smirk and seductively swinging her hips from side to side.
Fiorella's Puerto Rican roots are evident: from the long, light-brown hair with a light blonde ombre effect, the intense brown eyes that gaze so deeply into your soul, and the ever-tanned curvy body that has been the downfall of many men in the entertainment industry. Her curves consist of wide hips, thick thighs, big breasts and a perky, round ass.
Fun fact about Fiorella: she uses her hands a lot to gesticulate when she talks, and her face always shows whatever thoughts or emotions she's having.
.:| P E R S O N A L I T Y |:.
Extroverted, loud, proud and confident are the perfect words to describe Fiorella Aguilar. Strongly judgemental and opinionated, Fiorella isn't a woman to hold back on anything she thinks or believes in. Though others might see her as an airhead due to her materialistic nature, Fiorella is anything but. She is a quick-witted, intelligent, cunning woman, willing to go to great lengths to get her heart's desire. Fiorella is strong-willed and stubborn, which comes from her Hispanic roots. When it comes to men, she's nothing but a bombshell that attracts all eyes in a room with incredible magnetism, very sexually charming, passionate, intense and gives no damns about boundaries: if she wants a man, she'll get him without caring the slightest if he's taken, married or anything of the sort.
.:| H I S T O R Y |:.
Giovanni Aguilar (child of a Puerto Rican father and an Italian mother) and Marina Rodríguez (100% Puerto Rican) had met through mutual friends at college and eventually fell in love during a study trip around Europe. The couple dated for a year after and married after a year-long engagement in which they had finished their bachelors' degrees. They decided to pursue graduate studies, which they did and achieved with honors while their first daughter was on the way. On November 7 of 1998, Fiorella Marina Aguilar Rodríguez was welcomed into the world with open arms. She would be the only daughter of the CEO of the Puerto Rico Merck Pharmaceutical plant and the head of the Pharmacy department of said place.
Due to the nature of their demanding work positions, Fiorella was raised in the upscale part of Guaynabo (a town in Puerto Rico) by her maternal grandmother until she was old enough to attend school. The mature woman provided Fiorella with the love and attention only a grandmother is capable of giving, but was slightly blinded to her granddaughter's misbehavior. This fact would be especially important in Fiorella's life for various reasons: the first one being that it was her grandmother who gave her the 'Lela' nickname, the second being that Lela grew up thinking she could get away from everything, the third being she learned to respect elders, and the fourth being that she didn't have a strong authority figure at home.
From the moment she was enrolled at Puerto Rico's most expensive private school at pre-K (4 years old), Fiorella had been one of the most popular girls at school. After a rocky start because of the sudden change of being away from her grandmother, Lela made friends easily. Apart from being a social butterfly, Lela excelled in her studies (even when her school had an advanced bilingual curriculum) and even in sports. As she grew up, Lela became involved in whichever extracurricular activities she could handle, which gave her experience in pretty much every field. She performed in various school plays, participated in sporting and academic competitions, was a cheerleader, dancer, team player... All the while keeping top grades in her classes. To nobody's surprise, Lela was voted Senior class president, and worked her hardest to make sure her and her classmates got the graduation, prom and Senior Trip to the Bahamas they deserved.
Fiorella had discovered her love for the communications and media field back in her teen years, so she applied and was accepted to the best US college for said field: the University of Southern California. During her college years, she made sure to take any and every opportunity that presented itself to enhance her C.V.: joining a sorority, getting involved in clubs regarding her, and ultimately interning every summer at the KTLA television station thanks to a sorority connection. The internship proved to be the most important thing she ever did, because by the time Fiorella graduated with top grades she had secured a job as the assistant of Millie Jane Rowland, the host of the talk show "The Scoop".
When the station announced Millie was bowing out so she could dedicate herself to raising her family, Fiorella took it upon herself to do anything in her power to score the spot. This 'anything' proved to be something that was quite easy for her: seduce the senior producer of the show. She did so without any hesitations or regrets (yes, even if he had been married to his wife for 20 years), and at just 26 years old became the host of the talk show "The Scoop". Rumors of how she'd obtained the job had floated around the channel for some time, but Fiorella didn't care. She had gotten what she'd always wanted, and that was all she cared about.
With the job came the popularity, and soon Fiorella was nothing short of a celebrity. Now rolling in the millions, Fiorella spent her free time traveling, rubbing shoulders with Hollywood's most popular celebrities, dining with important figures of the media industry and having her notorious escapades documented by the tabloids. She had built a reputation of being a very active player on the Hollywood party scene, one that she lived up to proudly. At 29, this would change. The morning after a particularly long night out, Fiorella woke up in bed with a stranger and a pounding headache that brought along an epiphany: her 30th birthday was drawing closer every day, and did she really want to spend the rest of her life doing this? The answer? Absolutely not. And so, with the thought of wanting to settle down soon, Fiorella decided to buy a $5 million dollar property in the suburbs, in the Cherry Blossom Boulevard of Lakewood Summit. She has lived there for a short six months now.
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Since she was 26 years old, Fiorella has been the host of the daily, nation-wide popular talk show "The Scoop".
.:| H O B B I E S |:.
- Shopping
- Collecting brand heels and purses
- Traveling
- Attending dinners, gatherings and/or exclusive parties courtesy of her occupation.
- Lounging at the country club's pool to look at other people's husbands, the Lakewood bachelors and the young male staff behind a pair of big Gucci sunglasses.
.:| R E L A T I O N S H I P S |:.
Giovanni Aguilar – Father – "No matter how old I get, I will always be a Daddy's Girl."
Marina Aguilar (Nee. Rodríguez) – Mother – "She is my queen."
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Evil Ways | Ambitions and Visions
.:| A P P E A R A N C E |:.
Christopher is a tall, intimidating man, muscular from years of working out. His face is strong jawed, and almost always cleanly shaven, with icily cold blue eyes. There’s rarely ever a smile on his face, and generally it’s only when he’s looking on Bianca, and even then they can be considered rare from him. That’s not to say he doesn’t show emotion on his face--in fact, he’s very expressive. He just doesn’t smile. Instead, he often smirks. Genuine smiles are rare and far between, but a smirk is something he has often, due to how much better he is than the others.
He wears no tattoos, though his torso is marred by one scar across his chest. He’s never specific about how he got it--not that many people have seen it. Christopher tends to exclusively wear expensive, tailor made, designer suits. On his left wrist, he wears a gold Rolex watch. Around the house, he can occasionally be caught lounging in comfortable pajama pants and a plain white t-shirt, though this is a rare sight to see--if he is dressed to sleep, he’s in his room. Asleep.
Otherwise, Christopher Helmsley is a man who must always dress for success.
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At his core, beneath all the facades and all the fancy words and all the contracts, he’s a hustler. Christopher knows how to talk to make things seem like they’re worth far more than they actually are, and how to squeeze people for every last single dime. He’s ruthless, relentless, possessive, controlling, explosive, suave, malevolent, confident to the point of arrogancy, manipulative, intelligently cold and calculating. He’s not here to play nicely and spend time trying to better the world, Christopher Helmsley is here to make money.
Out for himself first and foremost, Christopher has no qualms over backstabbing anyone at any time. He’s betrayed more than a few people to get to where he is, and if necessary, he’ll betray a few more.
Christopher is not overly outgoing, in fact if it were not for his wife, he would almost certainly be a recluse. But, for the benefit of his beloved, Christopher makes all the necessary appearances. They even commonly host social events in their massive home, putting its extra rooms to good use.
He looks down on anyone lesser than him. Less wealth, a less attractive family, less successful, physically weaker, mentally weaker. Christopher cannot stand weakness, and considers any show of it--from admitting that a person has a problem they can’t themselves solve, to breaking down in tears from stress--Christopher considers people that do things such as though pathetic. He rarely associates with them.
He doesn’t have ‘friends,’ and it can be argued that the only person he cares about is his wife, even with his children in the mix. As of late, he has a one track mind, and it mostly revolves around Bianca and keeping her under control, safe, and happy. In that order.
.:| H I S T O R Y |:.
Born to a prostitute and the criminal who’d ‘saved her,’ Christopher Helmsley was not destined for greatness: he was not given a last name worth a damn, he was not promised money or respect based on his heritage. He never knew his mother--she died, in childbirth, and his father wasn’t exactly the best person to be raising a child. By the time he could walk, he was ‘working.’ His father, one Scott Helmsley, was a well-known arms dealer and mercenary around the African continent and parts of the Middle East. Throughout most of his childhood, Christopher acted as a sort of soldier of alongside his father while they supplied arms to all sides of South African Border War, and during his teenaged years, he participated in some sectors of the War in Afghanistan.
From the beginning, Christopher showed that he was something special: he was smart. Though he never had a real opportunity to attend school, he learned and grew on his own. From all the traveling done by himself and his father, by the time he was eleven, he could comfortably speak English and Arabic alike; at thirteen (after they’d spent sometime in Russia), he was able to speak Russian which would simultaneously be his first written and read language. By fourteen, he was a highly skilled marksman.
He was an excellent bluff, and by fifteen he was the primary negotiator in their ‘deals’ with different military groups and smaller more rebellious ones. Always, they came out on top, something that his father had never really experienced. But it was in this year, when he realized how good he was that Christopher hungered for something more. He wanted more power, more money.
And he realized that the best way to do this was to get out of Africa and the Middle East, both of which were becoming more and more war-torn--and more importantly, economically damaged. If they wanted money and success, they had to chase it to a continent where things weren’t in such terrible shape. His father, however, did not agree with him. He thought that Christopher was too ambitious, too foolhardy and too greedy. Whereas Christopher wanted to tear the world down and rebuild it in his image, his father was fine as it was, running guns and killing people for money.
At age sixteen, Christopher struck out on his own, angrily telling his father that they would never speak again; to this day, they haven’t, and they might never due to Christopher’s father being missing and presumed dead, last heard from in 2008. The young man called in favor after favor and used all of this to get himself out of the Middle East and to Russia, where he opted to take some time to work on his ideas and designs and get them thought out and put together to a point that he could present them.
At age nineteen, with his ideas finally expressed cleanly and concisely, Christopher packed five black binders into his suitcase--four of which were blank, and one of which contained his proposed plan, and called in his last favor to arrange transport to the United States and a date in front of the Pentagon.
From the beginning, Christopher showed that he was something special: he was smart. Though he never had a real opportunity to attend school, he learned and grew on his own. From all the traveling done by himself and his father, by the time he was eleven, he could comfortably speak English and Arabic alike; at thirteen (after they’d spent sometime in Russia), he was able to speak Russian which would simultaneously be his first written and read language. By fourteen, he was a highly skilled marksman.
He was an excellent bluff, and by fifteen he was the primary negotiator in their ‘deals’ with different military groups and smaller more rebellious ones. Always, they came out on top, something that his father had never really experienced. But it was in this year, when he realized how good he was that Christopher hungered for something more. He wanted more power, more money.
And he realized that the best way to do this was to get out of Africa and the Middle East, both of which were becoming more and more war-torn--and more importantly, economically damaged. If they wanted money and success, they had to chase it to a continent where things weren’t in such terrible shape. His father, however, did not agree with him. He thought that Christopher was too ambitious, too foolhardy and too greedy. Whereas Christopher wanted to tear the world down and rebuild it in his image, his father was fine as it was, running guns and killing people for money.
At age sixteen, Christopher struck out on his own, angrily telling his father that they would never speak again; to this day, they haven’t, and they might never due to Christopher’s father being missing and presumed dead, last heard from in 2008. The young man called in favor after favor and used all of this to get himself out of the Middle East and to Russia, where he opted to take some time to work on his ideas and designs and get them thought out and put together to a point that he could present them.
At age nineteen, with his ideas finally expressed cleanly and concisely, Christopher packed five black binders into his suitcase--four of which were blank, and one of which contained his proposed plan, and called in his last favor to arrange transport to the United States and a date in front of the Pentagon.
Nineteen years old and presenting to the Pentagon. If only his father could see him now--he might just be proud. Of course, they hadn’t spoken in over three years. They didn’t see eye-to-eye, and it wasn’t Christopher’s fault. His father was too bent on the present to think about shaping the future. To think about the money to be made; it was 1997, the turn of the century was nearly upon them and the United States had to be safe. That was the core of his presentation: safety. Of course, in this sense of the word, it meant carrying the biggest stick and continuing to carry it, and all its promised wonderful advancements for five long, safe years, at 150 million dollars a year.
Christopher was a war dog. It was that simple, and it had been since he was just fifteen, running guns around the African continent and the Middle East with his father. Even at that early age, the intelligent son, the golden child had seen improvements that could be made to the weapons they illegally tossed from terrorist organization to terrorist organization. Little things for the most part, but things that would nonetheless make them more efficient killing utensils. Bigger sticks, if you would.
The blueprints he drew up, and the possibilities presented by Christopher in his initial diagrams upset his father. The old man didn’t think it was right. They were gun runners, not arms dealers. But Christopher had ambition and vision far beyond that of his father; he just needed to bring it to the right people. So at age eighteen, he and his father had split and for one year, he worked on making prototypes for everything military related from guns to improvements on stealth aircraft.
Once he’d made a name for himself, the Pentagon had listened and they’d called him. And here he was, showing off of what he’d made… and he was met with silence. Did they not see that he was right? The entire panel--three people, an elderly General, an official from the White House, and a scientist of some sort, had flipped through his report and they looked like they weren’t impressed. Maybe his offer had best be taken elsewhere…
”Son, do you know what what your proposal could entail if it got into the wro-” The General began, but Christopher cut him off by speaking suddenly and forcefully.
”Gentlemen… since it seems that my proposal doesn’t resonate with you quite as well as I thought it might, let me raise the stakes, okay?” Christopher asked in a harsh whisper, glaring at the older man on the other side of the desk as he flipped open his briefcase and withdrew four black binders, each identical to the one he’d presented the council in front of him with.
”What are we looking at, Helmsley? We don’t have time for this, and neither do you, don’t you have--” The White House official this time, though he too was cut off by the young man who, in his own mind, held all the cards.
”What I have here is… the same proposal. In Russian, Mandarin Chinese, Arabic, and Korean. Maybe, if you don’t want to do business one of them will. I went to you first because you have the biggest coffer, but clearly not the most open minds.”
”Son, you wouldn’t take them to another country, think of the cons--”
”I would! And stop calling me son. Here’s the deal: Two hundred million dollars a year, paid in full on January 1st of each year, for five years. Yes, I know I just increased. I don’t care. You won’t listen. Sign my contract, in the binder, and I’ll let you keep the ones in the other languages. No, I don’t have any other copies. It’s all in my head anyway.” Christopher snapped, sliding a fountain pen across the desk toward them. ”Make the right decision. Be safe.”
The council across from him had to talk as Christopher seethed, white knuckle grip on either side of the armchair he sat in as he glared across at them. What was there to talk about?! The deal was simple: take it or leave it for Russia to have.
The room was silent other than barely comprehensible whispers for almost fifteen minutes before the General finally lifted his hand, holding onto the fountain pen that Christopher had handed him. As he moved the pen along the contract in careful strokes, binding the US of A with Helmsley Industries for five years--five years that would end up being far more stressful than the General had ever anticipated--Christopher slid the other binders across to them, loosening the grip on his chair.
”Gentlemen. Welcome to the future. With my help, your military will be far and away the strongest of all the superpowers.” He said with a small smile as he reached out for the fountain pen that was returned to him, slipping it back into the breast pocket of his jacket.
The war dog had won.
Christopher was a war dog. It was that simple, and it had been since he was just fifteen, running guns around the African continent and the Middle East with his father. Even at that early age, the intelligent son, the golden child had seen improvements that could be made to the weapons they illegally tossed from terrorist organization to terrorist organization. Little things for the most part, but things that would nonetheless make them more efficient killing utensils. Bigger sticks, if you would.
The blueprints he drew up, and the possibilities presented by Christopher in his initial diagrams upset his father. The old man didn’t think it was right. They were gun runners, not arms dealers. But Christopher had ambition and vision far beyond that of his father; he just needed to bring it to the right people. So at age eighteen, he and his father had split and for one year, he worked on making prototypes for everything military related from guns to improvements on stealth aircraft.
Once he’d made a name for himself, the Pentagon had listened and they’d called him. And here he was, showing off of what he’d made… and he was met with silence. Did they not see that he was right? The entire panel--three people, an elderly General, an official from the White House, and a scientist of some sort, had flipped through his report and they looked like they weren’t impressed. Maybe his offer had best be taken elsewhere…
”Son, do you know what what your proposal could entail if it got into the wro-” The General began, but Christopher cut him off by speaking suddenly and forcefully.
”Gentlemen… since it seems that my proposal doesn’t resonate with you quite as well as I thought it might, let me raise the stakes, okay?” Christopher asked in a harsh whisper, glaring at the older man on the other side of the desk as he flipped open his briefcase and withdrew four black binders, each identical to the one he’d presented the council in front of him with.
”What are we looking at, Helmsley? We don’t have time for this, and neither do you, don’t you have--” The White House official this time, though he too was cut off by the young man who, in his own mind, held all the cards.
”What I have here is… the same proposal. In Russian, Mandarin Chinese, Arabic, and Korean. Maybe, if you don’t want to do business one of them will. I went to you first because you have the biggest coffer, but clearly not the most open minds.”
”Son, you wouldn’t take them to another country, think of the cons--”
”I would! And stop calling me son. Here’s the deal: Two hundred million dollars a year, paid in full on January 1st of each year, for five years. Yes, I know I just increased. I don’t care. You won’t listen. Sign my contract, in the binder, and I’ll let you keep the ones in the other languages. No, I don’t have any other copies. It’s all in my head anyway.” Christopher snapped, sliding a fountain pen across the desk toward them. ”Make the right decision. Be safe.”
The council across from him had to talk as Christopher seethed, white knuckle grip on either side of the armchair he sat in as he glared across at them. What was there to talk about?! The deal was simple: take it or leave it for Russia to have.
The room was silent other than barely comprehensible whispers for almost fifteen minutes before the General finally lifted his hand, holding onto the fountain pen that Christopher had handed him. As he moved the pen along the contract in careful strokes, binding the US of A with Helmsley Industries for five years--five years that would end up being far more stressful than the General had ever anticipated--Christopher slid the other binders across to them, loosening the grip on his chair.
”Gentlemen. Welcome to the future. With my help, your military will be far and away the strongest of all the superpowers.” He said with a small smile as he reached out for the fountain pen that was returned to him, slipping it back into the breast pocket of his jacket.
The war dog had won.
’Greed, for lack of a better word, is good.’
In all its forms. Greed for money, greed for life, greed for knowledge, greed for power, greed for love.
And Christopher Helmsley was a greedy man. He was possibly the greediest man on the planet. Two years into his one billion dollar five year contract with the Pentagon, and he wasn’t even close to satisfying his greed--but, he was causing it to lie dormant. He was getting there. It wasn’t until he laid his eyes on Her that his greed awoke again--like a lion in his chest, roaring back to life. This time, it wasn’t for money, or for knowledge; he wasn’t able to please it by purchasing something, like before.
This was different. He had to have Her.
Bianca Almeida was Her name. He found Her when attending a social gathering that he was finding to be the norm round people of his ‘stature:’ a runway modeling event, where they could scope out their next squeezes for the time being, but Bianca was different. Her beauty hit Christopher like a freight train, and it was quite simple to him: he had to have Her.
And he would. After all, who could stop him?
It was easy to arrange a meeting with the young woman, and from there it was even easier for the brilliant man to maneuver himself where he needed. Promises of money and success greater than any she could ever dream of--they weren’t lies, really, with the power of Helmsley industries behind Her, Bianca could be the supermodel of the world--not just Brazil.
The promises gained Her attention, and it was really all he needed. One night with a splash of wine, and Christopher laid his claim to Bianca in one fell swoop: he knocked her up. Once that was completed, who could possibly deny him his right to Her? Christopher Helmsley had sunk his claws into Bianca.
His goddess.
He stayed with Her throughout the pregnancy, and when their children were born--twins--Christopher announced to their world their engagement, barely even giving Bianca a chance to decline. Before the children’s first birthday, the pair were wed, and Christopher had managed to ensure that she would always be his.
His goddess.
In all its forms. Greed for money, greed for life, greed for knowledge, greed for power, greed for love.
And Christopher Helmsley was a greedy man. He was possibly the greediest man on the planet. Two years into his one billion dollar five year contract with the Pentagon, and he wasn’t even close to satisfying his greed--but, he was causing it to lie dormant. He was getting there. It wasn’t until he laid his eyes on Her that his greed awoke again--like a lion in his chest, roaring back to life. This time, it wasn’t for money, or for knowledge; he wasn’t able to please it by purchasing something, like before.
This was different. He had to have Her.
Bianca Almeida was Her name. He found Her when attending a social gathering that he was finding to be the norm round people of his ‘stature:’ a runway modeling event, where they could scope out their next squeezes for the time being, but Bianca was different. Her beauty hit Christopher like a freight train, and it was quite simple to him: he had to have Her.
And he would. After all, who could stop him?
It was easy to arrange a meeting with the young woman, and from there it was even easier for the brilliant man to maneuver himself where he needed. Promises of money and success greater than any she could ever dream of--they weren’t lies, really, with the power of Helmsley industries behind Her, Bianca could be the supermodel of the world--not just Brazil.
The promises gained Her attention, and it was really all he needed. One night with a splash of wine, and Christopher laid his claim to Bianca in one fell swoop: he knocked her up. Once that was completed, who could possibly deny him his right to Her? Christopher Helmsley had sunk his claws into Bianca.
His goddess.
He stayed with Her throughout the pregnancy, and when their children were born--twins--Christopher announced to their world their engagement, barely even giving Bianca a chance to decline. Before the children’s first birthday, the pair were wed, and Christopher had managed to ensure that she would always be his.
His goddess.
Now, Christopher had Her. She was his.
With her, unfortunately, came two new faces to provide for: Caleb and Sofia, his twin children. His spawn. Christopher wasn’t a huge fan of the idea of having children, but he put on a mask and a show of being the doting father, and with time it got… easy to pretend, if nothing else. Following Bianca’s dream, Christopher funded trips around the world, and private tutors and homeschoolers for the children.
Every once in awhile, Christopher would disappear for a business related reason, never leaving for too long--not wanting to leave his wife and children unsupervised (often going as far as taking Bianca with him)--but the man had a growing empire to manage, and manage it he would. Underneath Christopher’s watchful, careful eye, Helmsley Industries grew, and their defense contract with the USA extended and grew and grew in how much they were paying him.
By the time Helmsley Industries’s contract was up for renewal, the USA was more than ready to extend his contract, this time promising him much, much more money. Christopher’s innovations were state-of-the-art, and the newest contract negotiated was for just under 30 billion dollars--five years this time, but money regardless. Christopher wasn’t clearing 30 billion himself--he was closer to around 4 billion over that five year period. Money in his pocket.
But it wasn’t enough. Christopher wanted more, no he needed more. He called the people he used to work with, worked out arrangements with them--people that could be considered almost terrorists. It was around this time, just after the new contract was written up, with his three year old twins, and his goddess, that Christopher found his favorite place on the planet: Sweden. They didn’t live there, Bianca wanted to see the world and it was her right as Christopher’s beloved.
But Sweden would take every single dirty cent that Christopher’s greed brought him to obtain without a question or a complaint. It helped that the Swiss Alps were gorgeous. Christopher slowly siphoned every cent made from the illegal, under the table deals to the Swiss banks, where no one would question it or deny him his right to his fortunes.
He was dealing to the USA, he was dealing to the terrorists--giving them older models of course, if he was too obvious about it, it might get questioned, but older models of his weapons of war, those could be overlooked and their origins were often untraceable.
Once the children had been alive ten years, Christopher had more money than he knew what to do with and the meetings slowed as he built a cabinet of trusted people to handle the underhanded deals. He still made the necessary official appearances with his official contracts, and made sure that the money kept flowing, but he expanded the company as he did so, into often questionable, but nonetheless profitable, territory including but not limited to many household appliances.
Christopher changed the name of Helmsley Industries to Enterprises to make them sound less like a defense contractor and more like a company that could manufacture your refrigerator, and moved his family into an unnecessarily huge manor in Lakewood Summit and signed another defense contract, promising his company another 40 billion and himself another 5 over the period, and he continued his meetings--still sometimes dragging Bianca alongside him.
The Helmsley Empire was undeniable, and its king was completely in control.
With her, unfortunately, came two new faces to provide for: Caleb and Sofia, his twin children. His spawn. Christopher wasn’t a huge fan of the idea of having children, but he put on a mask and a show of being the doting father, and with time it got… easy to pretend, if nothing else. Following Bianca’s dream, Christopher funded trips around the world, and private tutors and homeschoolers for the children.
Every once in awhile, Christopher would disappear for a business related reason, never leaving for too long--not wanting to leave his wife and children unsupervised (often going as far as taking Bianca with him)--but the man had a growing empire to manage, and manage it he would. Underneath Christopher’s watchful, careful eye, Helmsley Industries grew, and their defense contract with the USA extended and grew and grew in how much they were paying him.
By the time Helmsley Industries’s contract was up for renewal, the USA was more than ready to extend his contract, this time promising him much, much more money. Christopher’s innovations were state-of-the-art, and the newest contract negotiated was for just under 30 billion dollars--five years this time, but money regardless. Christopher wasn’t clearing 30 billion himself--he was closer to around 4 billion over that five year period. Money in his pocket.
But it wasn’t enough. Christopher wanted more, no he needed more. He called the people he used to work with, worked out arrangements with them--people that could be considered almost terrorists. It was around this time, just after the new contract was written up, with his three year old twins, and his goddess, that Christopher found his favorite place on the planet: Sweden. They didn’t live there, Bianca wanted to see the world and it was her right as Christopher’s beloved.
But Sweden would take every single dirty cent that Christopher’s greed brought him to obtain without a question or a complaint. It helped that the Swiss Alps were gorgeous. Christopher slowly siphoned every cent made from the illegal, under the table deals to the Swiss banks, where no one would question it or deny him his right to his fortunes.
He was dealing to the USA, he was dealing to the terrorists--giving them older models of course, if he was too obvious about it, it might get questioned, but older models of his weapons of war, those could be overlooked and their origins were often untraceable.
Once the children had been alive ten years, Christopher had more money than he knew what to do with and the meetings slowed as he built a cabinet of trusted people to handle the underhanded deals. He still made the necessary official appearances with his official contracts, and made sure that the money kept flowing, but he expanded the company as he did so, into often questionable, but nonetheless profitable, territory including but not limited to many household appliances.
Christopher changed the name of Helmsley Industries to Enterprises to make them sound less like a defense contractor and more like a company that could manufacture your refrigerator, and moved his family into an unnecessarily huge manor in Lakewood Summit and signed another defense contract, promising his company another 40 billion and himself another 5 over the period, and he continued his meetings--still sometimes dragging Bianca alongside him.
The Helmsley Empire was undeniable, and its king was completely in control.
.:| O C C U P A T I O N |:.
CEO, President, and PSO for Helmsley Enterprises(initially Helmsley Industries), a manufacturer of many things, largely defense related, though some things have been modified to operate and sell as recreational and household items.
Additionally, he’s still an illegal arms dealer to several outfits primarily based in the MIddle East and South Africa, though he also supplies a Chinese mafia.
.:| H O B B I E S |:.
{{ Playing the host – While not something he overly enjoys doing, Christopher likes the stigma of power and class that comes with hosting events at their home. It’s almost addictive, to him. }}
{{ Archery and firearm marksmanship – Christopher is a deadeye marksman, enjoying the craft behind both shooting a gun and pulling back a bow. He owns nearly an entire arsenal of his own design, kept in a safe that only he knows the combination to. }}
{{ Counting his money – While not a hobby per se, Christopher enjoys looking at his bank account balance, both the offshore Swedish accounts, and what he has on the American continent. }}
{{ Watching Bianca and Listening to her – There’s no excusing this one–it’s weird. But Christopher doesn’t care, he’s a man obsessed. He likes to just… watch his wife as she does… stuff. Ranging from when she poses for a camera, to simply watching her as she gardens, Christopher would stare at Bianca all day if the opportunity presented itself. }}
.:| R E L A T I O N S H I P S |:.
Bianca Helmsley – Wife – The pinnacle of perfection. The light of his life. The thing that drives him to do half of things that he does. His goddess. Bianca is the only person on the planet that Christopher can say he cares about more so than he cares about himself. However, this feeling borders on the brink of obsession. It’s gone beyond love.
Sofia & Caleb Helmsley – Children – Christopher considers the twins a necessary evil in the original courting of Bianca. While not very entertained by the idea of children, Christopher maintains this feeling in some ways: he doesn’t care about the children as much as Bianca cares for them, but he’s still willing to provide for them now. Once the twins turn 18, however… That may be a different story.
Magnus – Dog – A purebred German Shepherd, Magnus is the guard dog of the Helmsley manor. Fiercely loyal to his master, Magnus will blatantly ignore commands from Bianca and the children. However, at a snap of Christopher’s fingers, the dog will stand at attention by his master’s heel. Generally speaking, he tends to stay on the bottom floor of the house, as even Christopher doesn’t want the footprints tracked to the upper levels.
Stephen Daniel Williams
.:| Steve | 67 | Married | Hetero | Old cranky man |:.
.:| A P P E A R A N C E |:.
Stephen’s old.
Once you hit a certain age you just stop giving a fuck. Stephen hit that a long time ago. The man often wears Levi's and Wrangler jeans (and staunchly refuses to purchase any other brand), and button up polos that he opens a few too many buttons, grey chest hairs often peeking out. He can be found, quite a lot of the time, in nothing but his tighty whities, sprawled out in a beach chair on his front lawn. Yes, this is a rich person’s community. No, he doesn’t give a fuck.
He lets his facial hair grow out wildly and freely, though he maintains one thing: he can clean up good, able to go from grizzled old angry dude to handsome elderly gentleman at the drop of a hat (more specifically, at the request of his wife when a dinner party appearance is needed.)
.:| P E R S O N A L I T Y |:.
Stephen is intensely patriotic, and loves his country, a byproduct of his Southern roots--resulting in a largely Republican based opinion set. Despite this, after his experience in Vietnam, he is staunchly against wars of any sort, including the war on drugs. He considers war to be when the young and stupid are tricked into killing each other by the old and bitter.
While not as fiercely opinionated as his wife, Stephen does hold strong opinions about those damn millenials and the way they’ve managed to ruin everything from the classic rock he held so dearly back in the day, to the goddamn hipster. He abhors hipsters--he didn’t get shot in the ass in Vietnam for the fucking hipsters, that’s for sure. The major difference between himself and his wife--and the reason fewer people like him--is that Stephen doesn’t have a filter and for the most part doesn’t care about what people think about him.
He’s a little racist. A little less than politically incorrect. But he’s 67 years old and he doesn’t give a crap. Some people appreciate that about him, other people hate it.
He’s known to tell the younger boys around the neighborhood war stories, all of them ending in the same way: And then those Charlie bastards shot me in the ass and blew my best friends head off.
.:| H I S T O R Y |:.
Everybody has that one moment in life. The one that changed their lives forever. Graduating college, scoring that for life job, meeting the love of their life, their wedding, watching their child be born. Sometimes, it isn’t so happy, sometimes it’s a bad thing. The death of a loved one, the one you love realizing they don’t love you back.
For Stephen Williams, his moment was none of the above. He likes to think that the only good thing to come of his ‘moment’ is that it has a certain air of uniqueness to it. For Stephen Williams, that moment comes from his time as an active member of the United States Marine Corps, in 1969, as part of Operation Defiant Stand.
His moment came when he was shot directly in the ass.
Left cheek.
That was the pivotal moment in his life. It changed a lot of things in his life: he walks with a limp and a cane, and has since he was 19 years old. Despite this, he stayed with the USMC, reluctantly accepting a desk job. Filled with bitterness and anger, jutting from both the virtual uselessness of his left leg, and the loss of his best friend, whom he had sworn he’d be next door neighbors with when they got back to the World.
Unfortunately a stray bullet from the very same mounted machine gun that had nailed him in the ass had blown his friend’s head up. Entirely. There was nothing left. With limited use of his left leg, searing pain in his ass, and a desperate urge to not leave his friend behind, Stephen had dragged the man’s headless body all the way back to camp.
Semper fi, do or die.
Regardless, they needed all the bodies they could have and he stayed in Nam for nearly the rest of the war, returning home to his wife a to further nurse his injury in 1974. Doctors hoped that with the proper physical therapy he’d be able to restore the use of his leg. Doctors were wrong. Stephen gave up. He missed his friend.
A different man, but still very much in love with his wife, Stephen and Margaret had a miscarriage, and he watched Maggie spiral into depression and alcoholism (that’s what it was, though Stephen never said it as so), and couldn’t help but feel somewhat grimly satisfied. At least the child would never be brought into the world and have a chance at being shot in the ass. Stephen wasn’t even certain that he’d be a good parent anymore. The real stress from him came when their first son was born a few years later.
Once the child was born, Stephen decided then and there that if nothing else, he’d be the best father he possibly could, going so far as to become a ‘stay-at-home dad’ when Maggie got her break with the Food Network. Regardless of what he did, Stephen received a paycheck from the US Army as ‘compensation’ for the wound he sustained. He missed his friend.
He wasn’t sure how he felt about the move to Lakewood Summit, but ultimately agreed to it. A husband had to make his wife and child happy, right? Retirement suited him, and Stephen had been virtually retired since returning the World in ‘74. In 2014, Maggie joined him, and together they’re old and bitter.
It’s a good life, the American dream, really.
.:| O C C U P A T I O N |:.
A former United States Marine who’s been retired since 1974, choosing to rest on his wife’s paycheck, and the compensation from the US Army.
.:| H O B B I E S |:.
{{ Complaining about being shot in the ass. }}
{{ Honoring his best friends memory with a Saturday afternoon cruise, every Saturday.. }}
{{ Bitching about the current generation. }}
{{ Sitting on his front lawn in his underwear. }}
{{ Attending to his lawn. }}
{{ Watching TV in his underwear. }}
{{ Trying to learn to fly the godforsaken drone he purchased under the idea that it would be fun. It’s not fun, he’s too old for this shit. But dammit if he won’t try. }}
.:| R E L A T I O N S H I P S |:.
Margaret Williams – Wife – 57 seven long years. He’s loved most of them, except for that one where he got shot in the ass. And a lot of them after that.,.
Brian Daniel Morris
.:| Bry | 30 | Married | Hetero | Male |:.
.:| A P P E A R A N C E |:.
Maybe if he’d stayed in Washington, and worked with his father, he’d dress in plaid jackets and Levi jeans still… but, Brian didn’t stay in Washington, and his job requires him to dress a certain way. Suits that are so expensive it makes him physically cringe to purchase them are something he wears consistently to the office and when making court appearances.
At home, Brian does wear those Levi jeans, but he prefers to wear neutral colored, overly tight shirts--muscle shirts, or something he thinks they’re called, he doesn’t care, he just thinks they’re comfy. At home, he wears flats, Skechers or some cheap brand, but at work, he has ridiculously expensive dress shoes. Seriously, his work clothes cost more than he thought he’d ever make in a year.
The American dream, baby.
.:| P E R S O N A L I T Y |:.
A workaholic.
It comes with the trade. Brian will put his work before almost anything, sometimes even including his wife and their daughter--but it’s all in the best interests of their family, of course. He’s always been a hardworker, from when he worked with his father felling trees in Washington, to now, when he’s working his ass off to make partner in his law firm Henson & Wright.
Brian is a product of his upbringing, honest, hardworking, caring, and at his heart: a family man. His choice of career is driven by a natural air of charisma around him--lawyering is way easier when you can make people agree with you by using your words. And… he can. Brian has the gift of gab, and he’s been able to weasel his way out of any problem, ever, with just a few minutes of heart-to-heart talking. As such, he doesn’t always think things through, under the assumption that he can just get himself out of it.
So far, so good.
.:| H I S T O R Y |:.
Son of a lumberjack and a housewife, Brian wasn’t exactly promised anything other than rain and yearly trips to check out the space needle. What? Other than it’s great scenery, Washington sucked. Always had, always will, and Brian will be the first person to tell you. There was nothing to do ever seriously in the entire state.
So he made things to do. At an early age, he started going to work with his father after school and on the weekends, learning how to fell trees and turn them into the wooden planks that ‘built this country and drive it to this day,’ according to his father. In his middle school years, he took up boxing and fell in love with it; over the years throughout highschool he was very good at hitting other dudes, going so far as to win a Golden Gloves trophy in his senior year.
Despite this, and despite the fact that he could have made a decent living off of it, Brian quit boxing in competitions immediately after highschool, keeping it up as a hobby and something he did to keep on his toes and in peak physical condition. Brian Daniel Morris didn’t want to knock heads arounds for his whole life, he wanted to make a difference, fight for the little man, for the people who couldn’t fight for themselves. Brian Morris, attorney at law. Had a ring to it.
So, after graduation, in an unprecedented move for his family, Brian Morris immediately went to the University of Washington. This decision was… hard. He worked part-time jobs and went to school full time, doing his best to make ends meet on the wild ride of student loans, scholarships, parental funding, and a minimum wage job. But he worked hard. Very hard. Too hard, if you asked his college fraternity brothers, so they forced him to attend the mixer during his junior year of college, thinking that if he got in bed with a couple of crazy college girls, maybe he’d loosen up.
Ultimately, this would be the best decision Brian ever made--even if he was forced to do it. Why was it such a great decision, you ask?
Grace.
As gorgeous and as flowing as her name, Brian fell in love on sight, and looking back he’s not sure that he would have survived the rest of college if it hadn’t worked out with her. But! It did work out! A fairy tale really, Brian stayed with Grace until he graduated--one year earlier than her--and beyond. Once she too had graduated, after a year of working an internship, Brian took her to the place they’d had their first ‘official’ date, after the party they’d met at, Brian proposed.
She said yes.
He died of happiness.
She kissed him, he came back on the spot.
Their engagement lasted what seemed like forever, due to the colleges they went to.
That debt grew bigger, and as Brian worked he had a few things to consider. It was in his blood to want to take care of his family, and Grace was his family now. If he went to save the little man, he might be happier, but he wouldn’t make enough money to do so. So Brian started to look at his other options. Maybe graduating summa cum laude from Harvard Law helped, but right out of college, he landed a job as an associate at Henson & Wright, a law firm that charged way too much to protect corporations--corporations are people too, didn’t you know?
He and his newlywed wife packed up and moved across the country to California, where Brian began his work. He threw himself at it, sometimes working more than a hundred hours a week--and at 148 dollars an hour… it was worth it in the end. After the first case he worked on, which he was an integral part of winning, Brian was given two gifts: his student debt was paid off by the firm, and a house in Lakewood Summit. In four years of working there, he was made a partner.
During this time, his wife gave birth to their first child, Elena Marie, the light of Brian’s eye and the reason he works so hard. She’s spoiled rotten and every single moment that Brian wasn’t at the office was spent playing with his daughter, and when his wife gave birth to their son, Brian did the only thing he knew: he worked harder, made more money, did more for the firm, put money away from the kids, bought his wife as much as he could.
He was just trying to be the best husband he possibly could be. Finally, after two long years of living in the posh and proper Lakewood Summit, Brian was ordered by his firm to work less--and he wasn’t going to say no (though he did briefly consider it). This was his chance to be the father and husband his family deserved.
.:| O C C U P A T I O N |:.
A partner at the law firm of Henson & Wright.
.:| H O B B I E S |:.
{{ Playing with his children and wife. }} The reason he smiles.
{{ Boxing. }} Like a drug.
{{ Working. }} It’s a hobby when you love it as much as he does.
{{ Shooting. }} Boy likes the range. It’s that redneck blood in him.
.:| R E L A T I O N S H I P S |:.
Grace Morris – Wife – College sweetheart, married five years.
Elena Morris – Daughter – The princess of his life.
Brian Daniel Morris Jr. – The man to carry on the name.
Princess – Ely’s puppy.
Troy Markus Blake
.:| Troy | 26 | Married | Straight as an arrow. Straighter than that. | Male |:.
.:| A P P E A R A N C E |:.
Troy’s library of clothing is almost all provided to him by various sponsors. Loads, and loads Tapout, Exiled, Hayabusa, and more clothing lines plague his closet, to his much better dressed wife’s chagrin. Troy owns one or two suits and tuxedos, which he dons only when the time arises. Truthfully, he’s quite alright looking like a highschool jackass.
He still owns and consistently wears his trusted leather jacket from years before, given to him by the man who taught him most everything he knows. Worn and used by this time, Troy hopes to get another few years out of it before he does something with it. Probably, framing it and hanging it above his mantle.
.:| P E R S O N A L I T Y |:.
In some ways, he’s grown up since his high school years. A lot.
In other ways, he’s more childish than ever.
He’s not as angry, as short tempered, or as depressed. He’s more controlled and less likely to end up in a street fight, instead he laughs and smiles a lot now. In fact, Troy is more of a kid now, than he ever was. He spends a lot of time goofing off with his daughter, and a minimal amount of being serious. He’s an adult by age, nothing else. He still hates drama, and doesn’t understand why it seems to follow him like some kind of rain cloud that won’t fuck off.
He’s kind of awkward with all the money he has now, and he doesn’t know if he should spend it or if he should save it or what. It confuses him, he didn’t grow up this rich. He sends his parents on vacations commonly and encourages them to retire--they earned it. The rest of the money though, he kinda just… looks at. Audrey spends it. Cecilia spends it. Troy doesn’t know what to do with it. You know, like when you’re taking a picture, and you don’t know what to do with your hands? Just like that. Only with money.
.:| H I S T O R Y |:.
What happens when you knock up a one night stand in your senior year of highschool?
Terrible, terrible exhausting, emotional things. Troy hated shit like that. Honestly, he hated the entire situation, and at the beginning he hated Audrey too. With time, though, he warmed up to her, even fell in love. When Cecilia was born, he was nervous. Wasn’t sure how she’d take to him, how he’d take to her. Honestly? Not well, at first. She was a baby. She didn’t do much, and Troy did a lot. He was trying to graduate high school. She was being a baby, literally. Not a good combo.
Troy’s parents helped the fledgling family out, babysitting while they went to school and (in the case of his dad), teaching him how to be a good dad, leading to Troy getting more and more respectful of his father. After high school, Troy kept working, kept training. He monetized his ability to fight, first in amateur tournaments, almost backlot brawls. Still, his success was undeniable and with time he made a splash. A big enough splash that soon after his second tournament win(an actually fairly large Vegas shindig), he was signed to UFC.
At that point, he considered himself in a position where he could provide for him small family, and he proposed to Audrey after her college graduation. Then aged 22, with a four year old daughter, Troy was doing alright for himself. Life wasn’t special, but it wasn’t terrible either. A woman that loved him and a daughter that loved him even more. He was happy, if nothing else, and in some ways that was all that would matter.
Course, his head hurt a lot. That was mostly a result of the clubbing he took in his matches. But hey, he still did pretty good, only dropping 2 fights on an otherwise meteoric rise to the top. He was popular, and could have taken to living on nothing more than his sponsorship dividends, but Troy found something that motivated him to keep going: pride.
Regardless of how many times he gets clocked in the head, he happily negotiates the next fight he’ll be in, the next show he’ll headline. The money is alright, but Troy does it for the glory. He probably won’t stop until they have to drag his bloodied corpse out of the ring. Then he’ll consider retirement. But, until then, he lives happily ever after with his wife and two children.
It’s easier than he thought it would be.
.:| O C C U P A T I O N |:.
Being a beast.
What that doesn’t count? Okay, fine. He’s a contracted UFC fighter, currently the Light Heavyweight Champion of the World. Rather popular dude, fan favorite for sure. Has a Jimmy John’s sponsorship. Abuses it for free sandwiches. Record of 23-2. (16-2 UFC). Ranked pretty high, top 3 in the world.
.:| H O B B I E S |:.
{{ Hanging out with Cecilia. }} He’s partial to spending with his daughter, usually they do… whatever together. Mostly, whatever she feels like. Sometimes what he feels like. Princess tea parties are more common than you would think. Yeah, Troy will wear a dress for his baby girl’s amusement. Say something about it. Dare ya.
{{ Accidentally pissing off Audrey. }} Happy wife = happy life. Unfortunately, Troy just… has a way about him.
{{ Floating in Sparkling Springs. }} What? That sumbitch is there for a reason. That reason happens to be lounging with music and sunglasses.
{{ Training }} Does this count as a hobby? It should. He loves to punch the bag, or spar with his training partners.
.:| R E L A T I O N S H I P S |:.
This is the section where you can list your characters children, spouses, and possibly their affairs. If you have a planned relationship with another roleplayer's character, please link the CS in the 'character's name' spot. Use a list in this section in the following format:
Audrey Blake – Wifey – Happy wife, happy life. Troy loves her a lot and does everything he can to be a good father and husband, but it ain’t always that easy.
Cecilia Blake – Daughter – Probably literally his best friend.
Owen Markus Blake – Wee baby boy – It’s harder than Troy wants to admit for him to connect with Owen, doesn’t help that he’s almost always attached to Audrey.
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.:| N/A | 17, Almost 18 | Single | Bisexual | Male |:.
.:| A P P E A R A N C E |:.
Tall and lanky, Caleb has always felt out of place in his family, and this has quite a lot to do with his appearance. He doesn't have the broad shoulders and strapping good looks of his dad, and his mother and sister's tan skin and dark hair completely skipped him. In fact, a number of people have asked if he's adopted. In truth, all resemblance to his family is seen in the way he walks, talks, and carries himself. His posture is rigid, and he walks through people rather than around them. His voice holds an authority that makes people turn around and listen. That's all from his dad, not that he's willing to admit it. He does have a tattoo of a lighthouse (shhh) on his ankle, which is why he wears pants or high tops most of the time. He dresses quite fashionably, expensive sweaters and jackets, and many think him to be a young substitute teacher when they're meeting him for the first time at school.
.:| P E R S O N A L I T Y |:.
Arrogant. Bossy. Demanding. Annoyingly intelligent. And manipulative as all hell. The first things anyone will ever tell you about Caleb Helmsley. In their defense, it's all true. Caleb is the kid in school who's always the group leader, not only because he's probably the smartest kid in the group, but also because he's been kissing the teacher's ass for the past three months. He knows exactly how to get what he wants, and he's in no way, shape, or form afraid to do said things. He's a ruthless little bastard, but who can really fault him.
Another thing on the long list of things that Caleb is that rubs people the wrong way, is his bossiness. He runs everything like a dictatorship, and in his defense, it works. His group of friends, while near and dear to his heart, get shunned when they piss him off. His newspaper staff is constantly churning out award winning stories because he won't accept anything less. Sure, plenty of people despise him, but to Caleb, it's all just another step on the ladder to success. He doesn't pull punches either. He's harsh, just like the truth that he often spills.
All this makes Caleb seem like a pretty irredeemable asshole. And he sort of is. But he does have a heart, hidden away, very deep down. He's a loyal friend, all be it a very rude one, but he's still a loyal one. He really does care about people, he's just utter trash at showing it any other way than getting on their ass. He cares incredibly deeply about an incredible amount of things, which is something that most people don't really understand. Going hand in hand with this caring, he's a hopeless romantic, and a passionate one at that. He gets very attached to his significant other, and is a tad jealous as well, though he's rather embarrassed about that. In short, he's a big teddy bear in a very, very thick shell.
.:| H I S T O R Y |:.
Life has been cushy for Caleb. He's not oblivious. He recognizes that he and his sister have had it relatively easy. Born the youngest twin, Caleb has always had it easy. His childhood was a breeze, jetting around the world with his family, seeing things that most people would never lay eyes upon. He enjoyed it immensely. Followed by paparazzi and spoiled by his mother, his first ten years in the world were probably his favorite.
After that, his life became slightly more rooted in reality. Moving to Lakewood he proved himself to be more than competent in the classroom, and showed off his finesse with words, and his charisma. Kids flocked to him, and it was clear that he loved it. His home life was slightly less...shiny. His parents were gone often, and when they were present, his father was always rather distant. This didn't lead to any affection between the two, something which is clear in Caleb today.
As he grew, so did his mother's fame, his father's money, and his own ambition. His freshman year was one of great change. Joining the Lakewood High Gazette was his first real success, the choice that led to where he is now. Growing up in such close proximity to the corruption that wealth caused, Caleb sought to expose the secrets of the rich and somewhat famous, but when the paper refused, he took matters into his own hands. He built the Lakewood Scandalmonger, the Gossip Girl of Lakewood, the place where anyone who's anyone has their life displayed.
Caleb's kept the Scandalmonger a secret, from everyone but his sister, and he's run it well. It's Lakewood's guilty pleasure, and he suspects the only reason it hasn't been shut down is because too many people love it. Caleb has built himself up into a powerful pillar with not only the Scandalmonger, but also with the Gazette, and as the editor in chief, he has an unprecedented amount of control over the school, and what they do and do not see. Where to next? He hasn't a clue, as long as he's on top when he get's there.
.:| O C C U P A T I O N |:.
Student at Lakewood Academy
Runs the school newspaper
Secretly runs the Lakewood Scandalmonger, a gossip column that dishes out dirt on the residents of Lakewood.
.:| H O B B I E S |:.
✒️ Writing
✒️ Reading
✒️ Bossing people around
✒️ Partying
✒️ Pissing off his dad
✒️ Journalism
.:| R E L A T I O N S H I P S |:.
Christopher Helmsley – Father – "Yeah how 'bout we don't talk about that asshat."
Bianca Helmsley – Mother – "So, I might be a bit of a momma's boy. So what?"
Sofia Helmsley – Sister – "My best friend, and also the biggest pain in the ass. Love ya' sis!"
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Undercover Vampire Police - The song that makes me want to fall into deep slumber watching the stars.
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Reiden has a rather charming appearance. Standing at 5'10", he is tall and well built. You see him and you see a seemingly thin man that doesn't look too well build but that is just the long sleeves he wears nearly every day. A body that he keeps fit with occasional trips to the gym and morning runs far too early when the sun has barely risen. Reiden walks with a sense of respectability and civility. Someone that you could look up to.
A man with untainted skin that is pale and a face full of freckles. His face is rather...beautiful, though he'd never utter these words himself. Attractive to those that prefer his smile that seems too large for his face and the eyes that widen when he lectures. He is most likely to be seen with large black glasses on his face whenever he is teaching or reading. Forgetting them won't be too bad since he carries contacts with him at all times but it is regrettable.
His red hair is wavy and not too hard to handle at all. Reiden has a gentle expression on his face at all times. The kind or simply radiant smile on his face is often seen when you greet him. His cheekbones that make his face seem even more than it is and gives a natural shadow. Reiden has a gentle voice with a British accent that is quite clear.
His style is simple really. Either professional or casual but not too casual. Reiden has a love for collared shirts, button-up shirts, and suits if the occasion fits. He is rarely seen with a pair of jeans but you may see him in them if it's on his day off and he's relaxing around the town that he loves. Whether you see him on an off day or at work, you can already tell that Reider believes his clothing choice has to be something respectable.
.:| P E R S O N A L I T Y |:.
As a teacher, Reider is a kind and gentle man. And that doesn't actually change for when he isn't handling the students. Reider has a rosy view of every one of his students; kids that he treats as his own. For he has always wanted his own children and has been debating whether or not to adopt. Reider has always been a man that could be counted on. Someone that would have or back or lend you a shoulder no matter what. Reider would likely even risk his life for one of his students. It wasn't a surprise when he declared that he was to be a teacher in the future. Something that he loves and feels like he lives for. When it comes to teaching or science in general, Reiden is obsessive. Eccentric at times even. Often stuttering when he lectures the students with a bright look in his eyes that show he cares.
His father was a man that rarely ever raised his voice, getting angry only when he absolutely needed to. And Reider's the same in that sense. Vexing him takes a lot of effort. Though he does have a lot of tension built up inside of him. Nevertheless, those emotions rarely ever interfered with how he acts out in public. If it ever does. Reider has a habit of not letting his emotions out, not wanting to bother anyone around him with such things and understanding that his outward personality affects the way that he teaches. Reider does have a bad habit of drinking when he's stressed or more drained than normal. Usually leading to regretful outcomes or just a day in if he's lucky.
A true romantic at heart, Reider will treasure a lover when he has one. Though he is self-conscious which makes him question why they bother dating him. Not so often as before, though. His pessimistic view of himself started as a child, not sure whether her parents were proud of him or not and often pulling his hair out at the fact that he didn't have a 4.0 GPA that would get him into any college that he desired. As he got older and his grades rose, his confidence did as well. That small part of him still worries if he's doing alright, though.
Logical is something that he hasn't always been. Getting into a relationship with a teacher at his high school? Not logical. Though thankfully he was of legal age. Now, he's a full-fledged adult that understands more of how the world goes and that just doing whatever you want isn't acceptable. Reider only does things that are "risky" when he absolutely needs to. He still has that impulsive nature inside of him, however. He's just a tad bit more conscientious than he used to be. Sometimes it's hard to tell though.
Reider almost always looks forward, the world appearing too large to be kept up inside of negativities. Though he does worry about others much too often. It's practically a hobby by now. Reider's mind is always spinning with thoughts concerning anything really. Reider has a few moments of silents in his mind a day but besides that, he's observing those around him. Making sure that he isn't oblivious to the things that happen around him.
.:| H I S T O R Y |:.
Born in London, New England; Reiden was never one that longed for too many material items. Whatever he needed, he got. And whatever he wanted that was attainable with a reasonable amount of money, he would have gotten on special occasions. Though it wasn't that his parents didn't have enough money to provide him with the additional luxury items that they could have given him. Laura Hasinton, the exquisite beauty and Reiden's mother; a trial lawyer that breathed fresh air for the job that she did. And then there was his father, Edgar. The owner of a large-scale modeling agency by the name of 'London Goddess' which was a company that he had built 5 years before Reiden was born. The couple had been together for around 12 years at the time and at the current situation, they spoke more about their work than anything else.
Reiden went to one of the best private schools in London, 'The Reading Blue Coat School' which he went to since he was 11 years old. The academy was probably his safe space or at least the most loved environment for him. Not that he didn't love to see his parents when and if they were home. It was just that Reiden had a love for science that couldn't be filled without the science lab that was provided for him at the school. His love for chemistry had already begun when he was 8 years old. Locking himself inside the comfort of his bedroom, he would read the textbooks to no end. But Reiden was terrible at every other subject. Math and English were his kryptonite for the first 14 years of his life. However, that didn't last when he was introduced to probably the best beings that he had ever met.
Mr. Flecher was his science teacher. For a simple-minded 14-year-old, he was the man upstairs. The guy with all the answers to his complicated questions about the world. He was his science teacher for 4 full years and his friend even today. Mr. Flecher was probably one of the main reasons for him wanting to become a teacher when he entered adulthood. The science fairs that got him thinking up theories about how things worked. Winning 1st prize in those science contests were probably the proudest times he remembers for himself. Even if there was a 1/5 chance that his parents showed up, Mr. Flecher was always there clapping for him. Like a proud father.
But the fatherly love didn't last a lifetime It was when he had just turned 17 and his teacher was 4 months past his 25th birthday. Of course, dating a man 8 years his senior probably wasn't the best choice that he had ever made. But it was one that made his heart fill to the brim with what he called true love. Reiden was obsessed with his teacher that treated him sweeter than any other lover would have treated him if he had a lover before that. Mr. Flecher or John as he now called him was quite the romantic. Handing him flowers in the teacher's lounge before school ended or taking him to fancy and costly restaurants that were more than a 2-hour drive away from the medium sized town that he lived in. These secret meetings that gave him an adrenaline rush at times. But he already knew that their love wasn't one that would be something to run away for. Well, to Mr. Flecher perhaps it was. The man was in love with Reiden even if he didn't want a single soul to know at first. The moment that he confronted Reiden about how he felt the need to confess their love to his family and Reiden's, his blood went cold. There was a terror deep inside of him and he knew that it was an egregious idea.
Reiden was dead set against the idea at first. The idea of telling his parents had never even been on his radar before let alone telling him that he was interested in males at all. But as a plain old' 18-year-old, he thought that this was the only love that he would find. So, he confronted his parents with the love of his life. He had expected something along the lines of getting the boot for being gay at all. However, that wasn't the response that he had received. Edgar and Laura were furious that there had been an affair behind their back with a teacher no less. Such a thing happening right in front of them. Laura was the first one to accept it after a month or so but Edgar never actually approved of their relationship. Especially since he was falling ill by the second. Huntington's chorea. It was a disease that his father had seen first signs of 1 year ago. He's still trying to fight it and is surprisingly doing well. Edgar says he is ready to die whenever. That he already lived long enough and besides, it can be 20 years until it finally kills you. Reiden was convinced to never allow it to hold him back for the sake of taking care of him. Which is the reason that he allowed them to continue their love. Though he was still happy when Mr. Flecher was sent overseas for a teaching job that more than doubled the amount of income that he received then. The love lasted 2 years after that before they broke it off due to the fact that: Long distance relationships never work.
5 years after he had turned 20 he had his fair share of romance and beautifully messy breakups. Something that he says 'We're all worth it because the love was an irreplaceable feeling. A feeling of flying beside a shooting star as the clock strikes midnight.' One of his loves went to the same college that he had gone to. An Ivy league school that he got into with a scholarship since he didn't like the idea of his parents being the reason for his success. The college was a fascinating place. Learning all about the scientific wonders and the stars in the astronomy club. A place where he made some of his closest friends even today. Reiden went to college for 5 years before attaining his bachelor's degree. After that, it was off to the real world. The world of adults. And he finally felt like one.
The world was a vast place and Reiden had never been anywhere besides London. So, right around 2-3 years after college, he packed up his bags and left the town that he had lived in his whole entire life. He had already made a sizable amount of money working at a private school near his own home. As well as running the company for a while with his father. That had made him a considerable amount of money. Lakewood academy was one of the highschool's that he had applied to work for. He most likely wouldn't have moved if it wasn't for his getting accepted to teach there. Now, Reiden has been living there for 5 and a half years. A splendid 5 years if he does say so himself. He is fairly wealthy, living in Lakewood Summit can be a sign of wealth after all. It does help that he has a fortune waiting for him due to the inheritance that his father is leaving him. Though he'd like to think he'll live longer than he will. Though that may be just a fantasy.
.:| O C C U P A T I O N |:.
He worked with his father for a couple of years just before he left to Lakewood. It was a tough time and his father had decided that he wanted him to work there for a bit just to see how it was.That lasted 2 years and honestly, it was a great experience for him. Learning how to run a company alongside his father.
But alas, it wasn't meant to be. For Reiden had a passion to teach that he couldn't fulfil in the town that he lived in. And he needed to get out of the town that he had been cooped up in for literally all of his life. Now, he works at Lakewood Summit as the high school science teacher.
.:| H O B B I E S |:.
{{ Astronomy - "I look into your eyes and see jewels that twinkle as bright as the stars in the night sky."
Reiden had a love for stars for a long time now. The first telescope that he had received was when he was 9 and it all started there. Staying up until 3 am just to gaze upon the stars. Reiden can name just about any star and constellation. A horoscope reader as well. The amount of love that he has for astronomy is equal or perhaps a bit more than his love for science. Often heads over to the observatory. }}
{{ Reading fanatic - Another member of the Lakewood Summit Book Club?? Oh, yes. Reiden has been reading ever since he finally caught up to his grade in the 7th grade and he has a personal library in his home that is quite small but it just makes him feel secure and snug. The bookshop in Lakewood is a very nice place to search for new stories to immerse himself in. }}
{{ Volunteer work - He tries to fit it into his schedule as much as he can. }}
{{ Anything sci-fi - Whether it's books or movies, Reiden can't help but enjoy this specific genre. Maybe it was because of the fact that her father had a stack of aged, classic sci-fi novels in his room that he would sneak and read while he was out at work. }}
{{ Cooking/Baking/Confectionary making - And a pretty good one at that. Reiden's loved cooking since he figured out that the stove wasn't a just a dangerous device that smoked up whenever his mother attempted to cook. He most often makes sweets himself, even bothering to bring homemade donuts to the school for the students when he is able to. }}
{{ Alcohol - This can either be a good or bad thing. It all depends on his mood and self-control for the day. Have you ever woken up behind the dumpster in a town that you hadn't been to before? He has. A bad night, that's for sure. However, ever since then Reiden tries his best to limit himself to 3 glasses and maybe only one bottle if he's really stressed. But it's been more than 8 years so he's probably grown into a man that could handle a few drinks. }}
{{ Violin/listening to instrumental music - Another passion! Another childhood obsession. And you've probably noticed by now that he doesn't quit very often at all. Reiden finds that playing the violin and just listening to the splendid string instrument more than calm him down. As well as just listening to exquisite music with no lyrics. }}
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”When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. Then find someone who's life is givin' them vodka and have a party!”
–Ron White
.:| Adi | 33 | Married | Bi-sexual | Female |:.
.:| A P P E A R A N C E |:.
Adielle has been, and always will be, a woman of great beauty. Even before she was old enough to grow into her own body, Adielle had always been extremely beautiful. From her golden-blonde hair to the fact that she always had the most amazing eyes that had a deep emerald shade to them. Her skin always flawless, and differing eyebrows that would look very thick one moment, and extremely thin the next. It’s true that she has suffered from pale skin most of her life, but she has owned that. Some would even say that it’s something that makes her even more beautiful.
Adielle DiVale, unlike most women, has a towering figure of 5’10. Still, this doesn’t take away with how she presents herself. Her figure is slim and lean. Everything about it fits so well into those dresses she loves to wear so much. These dresses, much like the amount of money in her bank account, is way above what most would expect. They’re elegant and simple. No elaborate designs on them. Nothing that would make her stand out too much. Most of them are single color. If they aren’t, they are divided down the middle either vertically, horizontally, or diagonally. Her accessories, shoes - everything - is always matching with them in some way, shape, or form.
Adielle DiVale, unlike most women, has a towering figure of 5’10. Still, this doesn’t take away with how she presents herself. Her figure is slim and lean. Everything about it fits so well into those dresses she loves to wear so much. These dresses, much like the amount of money in her bank account, is way above what most would expect. They’re elegant and simple. No elaborate designs on them. Nothing that would make her stand out too much. Most of them are single color. If they aren’t, they are divided down the middle either vertically, horizontally, or diagonally. Her accessories, shoes - everything - is always matching with them in some way, shape, or form.
.:| P E R S O N A L I T Y |:.
Free-Spirited | Zany | Social Butterfly | Unpredictable
No one -not even her husband - can predict how Adi will act. Sure she’s a lot of fun to be around and she definitely livens up any social event that the DiVale’s would either be attending or hosting, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t without some instability that may or may not make those around her wary of what she might do next. Even her daughter, Vivian, has expressed certain doubts about Adielle’s tendency to go a little wild here and there. To her, even if there isn’t a party, there is always fun to be had.
Now that isn’t to say that Adielle DiVale is without her upsides. All unpredictability aside, Adielle exhibits unwavering devotion and love to her husband, Gabriel, and her daughter, Vivian. They are her world, and no amount of loose screws in her brain will be able to change that. To her, they are her world, even if she does act a little squirrely every other night.
As someone who is very involved in her community, it shouldn’t be completely improbable that Adi is one of the most sociable housewives in Lakewood Summit. Her inviting smile and jovial laugh is trademark when this bubbly, borderline-eccentric blonde wants to get to know someone. Or, on the opposite side of her coin, wants something from someone. Sometimes she might be subtle about it, using some passive-aggressive tactics, or she might jsut flat out say what she wants(whatever that may be). Whichever it is, whomever is on the receiving end of it will know by the end of the conversation what she wants and when she wants it(AKA that very instant).
To those that Adielle doesn’t like - well, let’s just say this blonde milf is someone you don’t want to cross. It isn’t her tactics that will strike the Fear of God into someone, but rather how dangerous she can get. Putting aside the Mafia ties that her husband has, Adielle, when she’s devoting her entire efforts to bring down someone, is vicious. One could say she learned it from her cousin-in-law, Viola Mossos, but then again, she is pretty out there, so maybe it’s the fact that she’s a crazy bitch who does not like being wronged. So, ladies of Lakewood Summit, you might want to be on the lookout for this one. Odds are, if you wronged her, Adielle is coming for you bitches.
Now that isn’t to say that Adielle DiVale is without her upsides. All unpredictability aside, Adielle exhibits unwavering devotion and love to her husband, Gabriel, and her daughter, Vivian. They are her world, and no amount of loose screws in her brain will be able to change that. To her, they are her world, even if she does act a little squirrely every other night.
As someone who is very involved in her community, it shouldn’t be completely improbable that Adi is one of the most sociable housewives in Lakewood Summit. Her inviting smile and jovial laugh is trademark when this bubbly, borderline-eccentric blonde wants to get to know someone. Or, on the opposite side of her coin, wants something from someone. Sometimes she might be subtle about it, using some passive-aggressive tactics, or she might jsut flat out say what she wants(whatever that may be). Whichever it is, whomever is on the receiving end of it will know by the end of the conversation what she wants and when she wants it(AKA that very instant).
To those that Adielle doesn’t like - well, let’s just say this blonde milf is someone you don’t want to cross. It isn’t her tactics that will strike the Fear of God into someone, but rather how dangerous she can get. Putting aside the Mafia ties that her husband has, Adielle, when she’s devoting her entire efforts to bring down someone, is vicious. One could say she learned it from her cousin-in-law, Viola Mossos, but then again, she is pretty out there, so maybe it’s the fact that she’s a crazy bitch who does not like being wronged. So, ladies of Lakewood Summit, you might want to be on the lookout for this one. Odds are, if you wronged her, Adielle is coming for you bitches.
.:| H I S T O R Y |:.
The joining of the Hart and DiVale families was definitely something that wasn’t expected especially considering at which age Adielle got pregnant. It happened when she was just sixteen. No one really knows how she and Gabriel met. Elijah definitely didn’t know how they met, but the fact remained that they met, they fucked, and, oh, about a year later, Vivian Annabelle was born. This caused ripples through the Hart family, for sure, specifically Elijah. He pretty much declared Adielle dead to him for the longest time. She was also kicked out when she was eighteen, with a barely-a-year-old Vivian in her arms.
In her years of pretty much raising Vivian on her own, it wasn’t until Vivian was a few years older than when her mother got kicked out that Adielle was contacted by Gabriel. Now only nineteen, she eventually moved in with him. Despite protests from her now renewed relationship with her brother, Eli, Adielle moved in with him. She was still willing to do anything to spite her brother and spite her parents, that she would move in with a guy that she has, on several occasion, heard was a horrible guy. She didn’t care. Adielle was determined to make it work.
And so it did. It didn’t matter to Adielle that he might’ve been a bad guy. He was good to his daughter. He was good for her. Adielle saw a different side of Gabriel. He not only treated Adielle well, but also their daughter. It would soon become evident to Adielle that she made the right choice when she moved in with him because of how the years that would follow played out. They, at some point, moved to Lakewood Summit, bought one of the biggest houses, and started their life as Vivian would grow up as an only child. It was magical and straight out of a fairy tale. Soon, Adielle would know what true happiness was..
Well, until she grew bored, and Gabe was hardly home due to his frequent trips to Italy and Southern Europe. One could say that Adi was growing impatient, often indulging in other men to help pass the time. It became evident that Adielle was a serial cheater, and enjoyed the feeling of being a homewrecker. What a gal, huh?
In her years of pretty much raising Vivian on her own, it wasn’t until Vivian was a few years older than when her mother got kicked out that Adielle was contacted by Gabriel. Now only nineteen, she eventually moved in with him. Despite protests from her now renewed relationship with her brother, Eli, Adielle moved in with him. She was still willing to do anything to spite her brother and spite her parents, that she would move in with a guy that she has, on several occasion, heard was a horrible guy. She didn’t care. Adielle was determined to make it work.
And so it did. It didn’t matter to Adielle that he might’ve been a bad guy. He was good to his daughter. He was good for her. Adielle saw a different side of Gabriel. He not only treated Adielle well, but also their daughter. It would soon become evident to Adielle that she made the right choice when she moved in with him because of how the years that would follow played out. They, at some point, moved to Lakewood Summit, bought one of the biggest houses, and started their life as Vivian would grow up as an only child. It was magical and straight out of a fairy tale. Soon, Adielle would know what true happiness was..
Well, until she grew bored, and Gabe was hardly home due to his frequent trips to Italy and Southern Europe. One could say that Adi was growing impatient, often indulging in other men to help pass the time. It became evident that Adielle was a serial cheater, and enjoyed the feeling of being a homewrecker. What a gal, huh?
.:| O C C U P A T I O N |:.
Does being a housewife count? If so, then that’s what Adielle is. Oh and on-and-off homewrecker has also been mentioned on her resume.
But in all seriousness, Adielle had a stint or two in doing porn. Nothing major. She just ran an online website for five or so years. What? She had to pass the time somehow. Besides, it wasn’t like she needed the money - she just enjoyed the attention. Fun fact! She got contacted by a few major studios like Vivid because of her shows. She never took them, of course, but still.
On and off, Adielle has been known to run her own freelancing photography website, which she has been commissioned a time or two by major clients with a lot of money in their bank accounts. Some of her work has even been featured in Lakewood Summit’s numerous galleries.
But in all seriousness, Adielle had a stint or two in doing porn. Nothing major. She just ran an online website for five or so years. What? She had to pass the time somehow. Besides, it wasn’t like she needed the money - she just enjoyed the attention. Fun fact! She got contacted by a few major studios like Vivid because of her shows. She never took them, of course, but still.
On and off, Adielle has been known to run her own freelancing photography website, which she has been commissioned a time or two by major clients with a lot of money in their bank accounts. Some of her work has even been featured in Lakewood Summit’s numerous galleries.
.:| H O B B I E S |:.
{{ Socializing/Partying/Gossiping}} — Adielle has always been one for the gossip and the party scene. Ever since her teenaged years, she was always a bit of a wild thing and free spirit. Whether it came to talking with her friends or making new ones, Adielle always enjoyed socializing with anyone. She has an undoubtable aura about her that just draws people in. On the flipside of the same coin, she also enjoys gossiping about others. Some would wager that gossiping and talking about someone’s struggles is what Adielle lives for at any social event. Of course, this has never been proven.
{{Drinking Wine(and lots of it)}} — One could say that Adielle has a drinking problem. If she isn’t gossiping about the old man that lives on Willow Lane or how the book club is just another reason for more gossip, then Adielle has a drink in her hands. Usually it’s wine, but she’s not picky. Granted, she loves white wine. But again, she won’t be picky on what kind of wine it is. REd is fine, too.
{{Photography}} — Adielle has always had a passion for photography. It was a passion for her when she was in high school and she kept at it as the years passed. Though she has been married and with child, she has always felt some kind of close connection with whatever she was capturing in her camera. It was like her escape. Whenever things got rough for her, Adielle always was able to find an escape from reality in the form of her photography. There's just something about it that made sense to her. No, something about her that MAKES sense to her.
{{Hot men and women}} — This is easy here. Adielle loves men and women. She loves flirting with them. She loves fucking them. She loves looking at them. She loves the way they feel on her skin. She loves the way that they make her feel. Everything about the male and female anatomy is everything she desires for. Though she has a husband, he’s gone a lot, and she needs to feel like she’s wanted. Sometimes, she’ll seduce someone else’s husband -or wife. Hell, she isn’t above seducing someone’s son or daughter. She has no limits. Well, if they are ugly, then she might not go for them, but still..
{{Romantic television shows}} — As if she doesn’t get enough romance in her life from the men and women, Adielle is a sucker for watching her soaps. Sometimes it’s the ones that are on daytime or even primetime. She doesn’t care. She watches a lot of them. Some are better than others, but that doesn’t mean that they hold any higher position than the others. She’ll always love them and that’s all there is to it.
{{Comic Book-related things}} — Adielle admits that she has a guilty pleasure when it comes to comic books. She blames her brother for getting her into them. There’s always been something about them that she found interesting. She’s a big fan of the movies, the television shows, and even the books themselves. She definitely prefers the single universe stuff as compared to the multiverses that Marvel and DC have made over the years.
{{Exercising}} — For Adielle to keep her body in prime condition, she must do all that she can to make sure she doesn’t get fat. This includes an intense exercise and diet regime put together by Lakewood Summit’s top personal trainer, Clayton Bennett. She personally asked for this regime, and he defintiely delivered. He gave her a strict guideline to adhere to. She did so, but boy was it hard. She had to go on daily runs, do yoga every other day, no red meat or fattening foods. No artificial sweeteners. Nothing that would prove otherwise harmful to her body. Not only that, but her diet was severely limited. Most of her favorite foods have been banned until she got the results she wanted. It’s hard, but Adielle wants the best body she can get, and the advice from Clayton is the best that money can buy.
{{Drinking Wine(and lots of it)}} — One could say that Adielle has a drinking problem. If she isn’t gossiping about the old man that lives on Willow Lane or how the book club is just another reason for more gossip, then Adielle has a drink in her hands. Usually it’s wine, but she’s not picky. Granted, she loves white wine. But again, she won’t be picky on what kind of wine it is. REd is fine, too.
{{Photography}} — Adielle has always had a passion for photography. It was a passion for her when she was in high school and she kept at it as the years passed. Though she has been married and with child, she has always felt some kind of close connection with whatever she was capturing in her camera. It was like her escape. Whenever things got rough for her, Adielle always was able to find an escape from reality in the form of her photography. There's just something about it that made sense to her. No, something about her that MAKES sense to her.
{{Hot men and women}} — This is easy here. Adielle loves men and women. She loves flirting with them. She loves fucking them. She loves looking at them. She loves the way they feel on her skin. She loves the way that they make her feel. Everything about the male and female anatomy is everything she desires for. Though she has a husband, he’s gone a lot, and she needs to feel like she’s wanted. Sometimes, she’ll seduce someone else’s husband -or wife. Hell, she isn’t above seducing someone’s son or daughter. She has no limits. Well, if they are ugly, then she might not go for them, but still..
{{Romantic television shows}} — As if she doesn’t get enough romance in her life from the men and women, Adielle is a sucker for watching her soaps. Sometimes it’s the ones that are on daytime or even primetime. She doesn’t care. She watches a lot of them. Some are better than others, but that doesn’t mean that they hold any higher position than the others. She’ll always love them and that’s all there is to it.
{{Comic Book-related things}} — Adielle admits that she has a guilty pleasure when it comes to comic books. She blames her brother for getting her into them. There’s always been something about them that she found interesting. She’s a big fan of the movies, the television shows, and even the books themselves. She definitely prefers the single universe stuff as compared to the multiverses that Marvel and DC have made over the years.
{{Exercising}} — For Adielle to keep her body in prime condition, she must do all that she can to make sure she doesn’t get fat. This includes an intense exercise and diet regime put together by Lakewood Summit’s top personal trainer, Clayton Bennett. She personally asked for this regime, and he defintiely delivered. He gave her a strict guideline to adhere to. She did so, but boy was it hard. She had to go on daily runs, do yoga every other day, no red meat or fattening foods. No artificial sweeteners. Nothing that would prove otherwise harmful to her body. Not only that, but her diet was severely limited. Most of her favorite foods have been banned until she got the results she wanted. It’s hard, but Adielle wants the best body she can get, and the advice from Clayton is the best that money can buy.
.:| R E L A T I O N S H I P S |:.
DiVale Manor | Gabriel’s Aston Martin V12 Vantage Convertible | Adielle’s Ferrari 488 GTB
Gabriel Adriano DiVale – Husband – 52 —Gabriel is Adielle’s husband and her daughter’s father. They have been living in Lakewood Summit for at least ten years now. They have been married for about ten years now. Though it started out as being madly in-love with each other, it’s been suffering due to Gabe’s traveling. His work has him away for most of the year, and Adi - well, she’s a woman of needs. Can’t blame her if she decides to branch for companionship outside her marriage.
Vivian Annabelle DiVale – Daughter/Best Friend – 17 — Adielle’s daughter is the one thing she has done right. Everyone knows this, and because of that, she has grown very protective over her ray of sunshine. Sometimes it might seem that she’s just a bit over-protective over Vivian, but she means well. Viv knows this, too, which is way she doesn’t complain too much about her mother’s ways. At teh end of the day, she knows her mother means well. She knows that not everyone is perfect.
Elijah Damian Nelson – Step-Brother/Step-Son(what is this? Game of Thrones?) – 30 — Elijah is Adielle’s younger brother by marriage. His mother is married to her father, and she is married to his father. It’s a strange relationship that they have when you count in that they used to be more than friendly with each other that step-siblings should have been. It also doesn’t help that their relationship has been strained due to the fact that Adi married his father. That would make her his step-mother, also. It’s very twisted and very Game of Thrones-ish. Elijah likes to not think of it like that. She’s his sister. Despite the obvious strains, he loves her.
Character’s Name 2 – relationship – Brief description of relationship.
Vivian Annabelle DiVale – Daughter/Best Friend – 17 — Adielle’s daughter is the one thing she has done right. Everyone knows this, and because of that, she has grown very protective over her ray of sunshine. Sometimes it might seem that she’s just a bit over-protective over Vivian, but she means well. Viv knows this, too, which is way she doesn’t complain too much about her mother’s ways. At teh end of the day, she knows her mother means well. She knows that not everyone is perfect.
Elijah Damian Nelson – Step-Brother/Step-Son(what is this? Game of Thrones?) – 30 — Elijah is Adielle’s younger brother by marriage. His mother is married to her father, and she is married to his father. It’s a strange relationship that they have when you count in that they used to be more than friendly with each other that step-siblings should have been. It also doesn’t help that their relationship has been strained due to the fact that Adi married his father. That would make her his step-mother, also. It’s very twisted and very Game of Thrones-ish. Elijah likes to not think of it like that. She’s his sister. Despite the obvious strains, he loves her.
Character’s Name 2 – relationship – Brief description of relationship.
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Virginia Dredd
.:| Ginny | 57 | Single | Straight | Female |:.
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Ginny dresses in expensively simple suits and dresses. They are usually subdued in tone, with a few pops of color when the mood suits her. Her jewelry is modest and simple: sterling silver, platinum, diamonds and the occasional opal. For formal occasions, Ginny opts for simple dresses. They are either ballgowns for galas or cocktail dresses for everything else. She prefers to wear chunky jewelry to pop off her subdued attire on these occasions. Her makeup is simple and her hair is always cropped short.
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Virginia is not a showy woman. She dislikes public exposure and prefers to observe from the sidelines. She is (in)famous for her rapier wit and does not gladly suffer the company of fools. She has a few close friends but mostly spends her time alone with her three German shepherds. When she speaks, she is direct and to the point. To her, time is a commodity and does not wish to spend it on pleasantries. She is extremely intelligent, testing at genius levels as early as 9th grade. Life has made her bitter, a bitterness she suppresses deep within her. In her weakest moments, she finds more strength to suppress in a glass of sherry. Her piercing gaze passes instantaneous judgment and gives an accurate estimate of your worth. She is not easy to fool, those that have tried have always failed.
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Virginia Dredd was born to a defense attorney and his homemaker wife in 1959 in Martha's Vineyard. She had a younger sister named Mabel who was her constant companion. Home life was very unhappy. Their mother was emotionally abusive to every family member and was prone to fits of histrionics and constantly threatened suicide. In 1966, Mr. Dredd filed for divorce after his wife gave Mabel a concussion when she slapped her, causing her to fall down a flight of stairs. Mrs. Dredd was awarded custody of the girls, however, when she convinced the judge that Mr. Dredd was the abuser. He was arrested, and Mrs. Dredd fled with her two daughters to Boston, where her abusive tendencies worsened. At that point, Virginia dedicated every ounce of her being to succeed. To her success was the key to escaping her mother. The day she was offered a full ride to Harvard Law School in 1976 was one of the happiest days of her life. In her jubilation she had forgotten all about her sister, who she would be leaving alone with their mother. The day she left, Ginny urged her sister to do the same as her. That was not to be. When Mabel graduated two years later, she could only afford to attend nursing school. She was still trapped with her mother, who now focused all her vitriol on her remaining daughter. Mabel grew to resent her sister for escaping. A resentment that grew more intense as the years went by. Virginia worked her way through school, graduating with a doctorate in law, a masters in political science and an associates in psychology. Back at home, Mabel was finally free of her mother, who died in a suspicious fall, nut no further inquiry was made. Mabel still resented her sister, and thus cut all ties with her. Virginia, now effectively without family, focused all her energy on her work. She became a DA in 1987 and eventually set up a private firm in 1990. over 20 years she built it up to a wildly successful firm with some of the greatest and brightest attorneys from all over the world. In 2010, she sold the firm and retired to Lakewood Summit as one of the wealthiest women to ever grace its grounds
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Virginia Dredd is a retired attorney with one of the best win records in modern memory. She was also the head of Dredd and Associates, her private firm.
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Collecting secrets: Virginia enjoys watching people and learning their secrets. Not for blackmail, but just to know them
Reading: Virginia also enjoys reading, especially Agatha Christie and other whodunnits.
Tennis: Virginia plays tennis to stay in shape, and has a certain affinity for it.
Orchids: Virginia grows rare orchids in her special greenhouse.
Origami: A hobby passed to her from her father, who picked it up while stationed in Japan.
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Mabel Dredd – Sister – Virginia and Mabel are not on speaking terms, as Mabel resents Virginia for leaving her with their mother.
Sinclair Dreyfuss – Partner from Dredd and Associates – Sinclair was Virginia's partner at the firm, and became its primary owner when Virginia left
Barrett Oh, the year was 1778...
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| Patrick | 45 | Widowed | Demisexual Panromantic | Male |
- A P P E A R A N C E -
A lifetime of dressing for business everyday has left Patrick fashion colour blind. He knows only two settings, two 'styles' for everyday wear; casual and formal. And within those two categories there is very little variation or experimentation. Formal means a shirt, a tie, a blazer, a jacket and a nice pair of shoes. Casual means a shirt, maybe a T-shirt, and some comfortable trousers. Not that many see him in this less composed state, Patrick rarely ventures from the safety of his house without donning his formal attire. In much the same way that a veteran might sleep with a weapon beneath their pillow, Patrick has become too accustomed to leaving his house clad for white-collar battle to ever be comfortable dressing another way.
Apart from his wardrobe, people tend to notice two things about Mr. Harrow first; one is his sombre, resigned expression, the other are his broad shoulders and solid physique. Even in a community of rich, affluent, gorgeous people with personal trainers, Patrick's sheer muscle mass stands out. Whether he's standing completely still or sitting in a comfortable chair, he projects an air of dual stoicism and restraint, like a man in a storm who knows he should run to safety but can't bring himself to stir. It's almost despairing, something which more than one person has suspected him of doing, but with a definite element of self loathing and another of apathy. Patrick looks like a man with the world on his shoulders and a great many things in his past, the shadows of which darken his every moment.
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To put it simply, Patrick is a man who has lost the two things he held most dear, his wife and his work, and is still reeling from the aftershocks. Ever since he was a young boy, Patrick believed that all one had to do in life to succeed was to work hard, be courteous and to tell the truth wherever possible. And while his father owning a law firm and his mother being a judge couldn't have hurt, those principles saw him rise in his chosen field (accountancy and investing) and achieve what could be only described as matrimonial bliss. And while things went smoothly, Patrick was whole, hearty and happy. He played with his child, laughed with his wife and generally acted as you might suspect a rich man to. His life philosophy had served him well and he was yet to encounter an obstacle he couldn't overcome by following them.
But when tragedy came calling, it took everything, up to and including his sacrosanct rules. First his wife was diagnosed with cancerous growths in her pancreas, which ate away at first her looks, then her spirit and finally her life. No amount of hard work on Patrick's part could save her. Then he was accused of embezzling vast amounts of money from the prestigious bank he managed the books for, causing him to be hounded by the law, the press and even his erstwhile colleagues. And while he was eventually declared innocent, no amount of courtesy could restore his good name or get things back to normal. Finally, his daughter claimed he had become too emotionally distant to truly be called a father and severed all ties with him. The truth didn't heal the rift between them, because the only truth to tell was that he agreed with her.
The scars of the past are still deeply evident in Mr. Harrow's countenance and daily routine. He rises and makes two cups of coffee, drinks one in silence and pours the other away before dressing to face the world. Some days he ventures into the city to meet old colleagues and listen to their tales of work, some he spends socialising, or trying to, at Lakewood Country Club. Most days involves hours of what others might consider exercise or working out, though Patrick privately thinks of it as penance. The raw ache in his arms and sting in his legs after an extended session brings with it a bitter, visceral satisfaction that's hard to come by elsewhere. But by and large, he is not longer a man who connects with the world, merely one who moves through it.
Perhaps something, or someone, will come along to change that? Stranger things have happened, though I can't bring one to mind right now.
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Born to two wealthy parents who had decided a child would be a wise investment of time and effort, Patrick was not drowned in affection as a child. For the most part, he was treated like the children of those people who put work above all else are; as another project to be efficiently brought towards its goal. Looking back, he wouldn't be surprised if his parents had drawn up annual evaluations for him, grading him like an underperforming employee. It could've been worse, he saw them regularly and there was little he wanted for that could be purchased. But as soon as Patrick was of schooling age, the lessons began.
His parents had seen too many of their contemporary's children fail to learn the lessons taught by success. Those were the ones who spent their days driving expensive cars, buying things they didn't need and generally wasting their parent's money. They were determined that any son of the Harrow household would do no such thing, and so they taught him to work hard, be polite and to tell the truth. The latter was largely for their own peace of mind, as they were too suspicious to take even a child's word at face value. They were sure that he'd soon grow out of it, just as most children soon learn the habit of lying. With this, as with so many things concerning Patrick, his parents were mistaken.
Thanks to their stringent education, the Harrows knew their son was perfectly placed to began a career in the practise of law. They expected that he'd start with a nice placement, study for his qualifications while picking up valuable experience and then simply ascend through having the right friends, right parents and right wealth until he would either be a partner in a prestigious firm or become a judge like his mother. They were both surprised and dismayed, therefore, when he instead became a glorified banker. What sort of profession was the handling of money for a child groomed for the delicate task of wielding the law?
And while Patrick's undeniable success and meteoric rise in his chosen occupation caused them to be grudgingly impressed, they never truly forgave him for his first and greatest act of rebellion. They faded out of his life and he out of theirs, each acknowledging the existence of the other only if prompted. They didn't appear at his wedding and he missed their divorce, each reading about the other years after the fact. There was no bang or even a whimper, just a mutual lack of interest and engagement. But we're getting ahead of ourselves, for before there can be a wedding, there must be a meeting.
While making fiscal predictions based on a frighteningly complicated set of algorithms, Patrick happened to look up from his computer screen to see a rather unusual woman. In a world of shirts, ties and power suits, she was a colourful splash of fresh air. And her flowery dresses, tinkling laugh and bawdy jokes weren't the only things that things that disrupted the meticulous world of banking. As the representative of a non-profit, this confusing woman brought a whole host of taboo ideals with her too, like generosity, selflessness and charity. The woman was Cassandra Abercrombie, who would later become Cassandra Harrow, a name she would often complain was far too morbid even for Patrick.
We will skim over their courtship, engagement and early married life, as it is all rather dull, in that way that other people's happiness can be. Suffice it to say that when he approached her with more than a little nervousness and an awful lot of stiffness, she found it just endearing enough to like. With time, Patrick learned some of her carefree nature while she in turn absorbed some of his calculating, reserved nature. They were wed and soon after had a child together, the beautiful bouncing babe that would grow to become their spirited daughter, Samantha Harrow. All was well for Patrick in that time, for he achieved both financial success and personal happiness. Of course, there's no happiness so great that fate can't shatter it with a single blow, and fate reserved a string of strikes just for him.
The first was mundane but terrible; Cassandra was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. It was untreatable and she wasted away before her husband and daughter's eyes, the latter of whom was now a fully grown woman of twenty. The worst was't seeing her muscles and flesh deteriorate but the moment when her colourful, chaotic spirit was broken by a choice tonic of chemotherapy and lack of sleep. When she passed, at least her family were free to mourn the person she had been, rather than the one the illness had made her. That would've been enough alone to change a person's outlook on life but things had only just begun for Patrick. Next came an unforeseen, unpreventable and wholly unacceptable scandal in his professional life.
Patrick was accused by one of his colleagues of embezzling vast amounts of money from the bank and its clients. Given the central nature of the bank and its importance to the local economy, tabloids and financial journals alike seized on this story. For several weeks, the Harrow home was surrounded by cameramen and Patrick was harassed by reporters wherever he went. Things got bad enough that for some weeks, he was forced to hire personal security for both himself and Samantha. When his name was finally and officially cleared, little changed. After all, the public reasoned, no perpetrator had been caught. Just because the law hadn't labelled him as a villain didn't mean he was innocent. The harassment stayed and therefore the bodyguards did too, something Samantha too issue with. And so things took almost a year to settle down and when they did, things were hardly the same.
Firstly, Patrick was unable to return to the bank after being so publicly accused of stealing from it. He tried for a few weeks to maintain his position and composure but it soon became clear that he was as unwanted as he was uncomfortable. Just before he chose to leave of his own accord, the board of directors made him an offer; leave quietly and immediately and they'd grant him a generous severance and pension settlement. Being no fool, he took the money and ignored the bitter taste it left in his mouth. The second change was that, somewhere along the way, Patrick had stopped treating Samantha like a daughter and started acting as though she was just another thing to be endured. Rather than rage against him or hate him, she simply acted as he had to his parents; she left. For a time, he tried to contact her and make amends but soon resolved to allow her the room she obviously wished for.
And so, after carefully being edged out his erstwhile position, stripped of his good name, torn from his wife's side and separated from his only child, Patrick has retreated to Lakewood Summit. Without work or a family, there is little to fill his time these days. Some days he socialises, some days he works on a various economic papers he intends to one day submit for publishing but most days he spends alone and quietly. His basement gym has become a temple to physical effort, a place to burn calories and desperately try to feel alive once more.
He wonders, some days, whether any of the inhabitants of Lakewood Summit know of his past. And if they do, he can't even tell whether he cares anymore.
- O C C U P A T I O N -
In a previous existence, Patrick was a financial analyst and an extremely talented one. His job was to analyse patterns in the market and in history to make predictions on what would happen in the future, to trawl through vast seas of data for pearls of useful information and to manage the investment of eye-wateringly large sums of money.
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{{ Physical Exertion has become one of Patrick's most singular pursuits, one that helps him feel alive and has granted him an almost Herculean physique. He prefers to work alone in his basement gym but has begun to venture outside for jogging exhibitions. Similarly, he had begun a routine of regular swimming at the Sparkling Springs }}
{{ At the Country Club, Patrick has become accustomed to settling in for a few hands of poker (low stakes, no one likes a big winner at high stakes) or a game of pool. More rarely, he might venture into playing something more physical, like Squash or Tennis. }}
{{ Cassandra once taught him the basics of watercolour painting and with his near infinite supply of free-time, Patrick has been trying to recall her lessons. Currently, he doesn't allow his largely impressionistic works to leave his work room but should someone express an interest, he could likely be persuaded to share them. }}
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Samantha Harrow – Estranged Daughter – In the fallout from Patrick's professional disaster and their mutual loss, father and daughter lost something. Rather than try to repair the damaged connective tissue, both chose to ignore the rift until it finally cracked them apart fully. Samantha, having inherited much of her mother's forthright, self determined nature, simply left her father to his self pity and moved far, far away. But absence makes the heart grow stronger and each now misses the other more than they ever expected they would.
Michael Waterson – Ex-Colleague – One of Patrick's fellow bankers, Michael has taken an interest in how things have gone for his exiled compatriot, occasionally going as far as to visit him. The whole nasty business is just water under the bridge, he says, and he only wants to help his friend through the aftermath of such a difficult time. Which is a little odd, it must be said, as they were never even close to friends when they worked together.
| Aron | Fifty-eight | Married | Pansexual | Male |
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Despite being below average height and possessing a soft, cultured voice, many grown men and women have cowered in Aron's presence. It's not just the air of imperious superiority that he projects with his every motion, it's something in the eyes. Every look measures you, weighs you against his estimation of what you could be or should be. Even when Aron seems relaxed, a fruity cocktail in one hand and a cigarette in the other, his vigilant eyes appraise those around him. It's pressure, applied indiscriminately but with experience and precision. You know, in a single look, whether you've lived up to his expectations or whether he's found you wanting.
And all this comes from a fairly short man with grey hair, an unremarkable physique and an... eccentric dress sense. Years of living on the cutting edge of fashion have made Aron immune to embarrassment over outfit choices or flamboyant colours. He wears whatever feels most in tune with the beating heart of the moment; this year, 70s jackets and red flared collars, next year, black wool and bow ties. Many of his more eccentric and striking outfits are of his own design, for who else could manage to create something so perfect, but sometimes he consents to wear designs by other artists, most commonly his wife.
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In some ways, Aron is still a little Polish boy, fresh off the boat and with the smell of New York fresh on his nose, staring into a shop window at a set of lazily arranged mannequins. In that moment, even though he was awash with new sensation and reeling for a thousand reasons, he was glaring at the billboard and thinking "is that the best you could do?". It was this ability to see through his own emotional investments and situation and assess work objectively that saw him rise like a comet in the world of fashion design, coupled with a talent for inspiring that same awe in others that had once almost overwhelmed him. He still takes great delight in anything truly original or brilliant, it's just that years of experience and study have made most concepts seems derivative or disappointing.
In most ways, of course, you would never be able to tell that Aron was every young and uncertain, as every aspect of his manner implies omniscience and experience. Much of this aspect of his person comes from what came directly after his arrival in the country, working his way from the ground up to become the fashion deity of the city. In that time, most of his contemporaries were of the middle class or trust fund children that would constantly complain about the work they were doing. If Aron could learn the languages of fashion and English at the same time while working a second job, he privately reasoned, everyone else should have no trouble keeping up. And yet in life, Aron has found that almost no one lives up to their potential, does all the work they could if they applied themselves. Those who work with him or have ever received his criticism can attest that he expects nothing but the best and, frequently, receives it.
Which is not to say Aron is mirthless or stoney. On the contrary, he once had a reputation for throwing the most lavish and exotic parties in living memory. And those people who count him as a acquaintance rather than a friend often express that he is witty, supportive and self deprecating. And those people who have worked hard enough to earn his approval know that it's true, he just doesn't reveal that side to those who have failed to reach their limits, only to those who have succeeded or those who he has no emotional attachment to. Indeed, he's close friends with many of his previous protégés, who still think of him fondly as a guide and mentor. Of course, that's only the ones that matched his standards, the others were long since discarded and forgotten. Some days, Aron wished his child was as pliable, efficient and grateful as his many earned students.
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Born in rural Poland, Aron came to America at the age of twelve with his family. In America, his father swore, the Rostows would find the wealth and security that was so hard to come by in the old country. As an experienced farmer and general man of the world, of course he didn't believe that the streets were paved with gold or that there was a job on every street corner, but he came with some hope. Unfortunately, the Red Scare was still prevalent in American culture at the time and those with eastern European accents were less than popular. So the Rostow patriarch took up a job doing menial labour, the mother took on two waiting jobs and the children were told to shed their accents with all speed.
Aron saw the wisdom in this lesson but, at the same time, refused to pay it any heed. He learned English with a feverish intensity, devouring books and magazines as fast as he could find them. With wisdom beyond his years, Aron realised it would be best to conceal from friend and family alike that his favourite ones were those that showed clothes or models. Something about their splendour entranced him, the way they held themselves or the unreasonable wealth the clothes implied. For a boy who had grown up in clothes more akin to sacks than anything else, the allure was undeniable. Every copy of Vogue or its sibling magazines he could scrounge was studied with careful, deliberate focus. His parents weren't to know that articles bemoaning the current trends in denim were responsible for their son's excellent vocabulary.
Being small and unthreatening, Aron escaped the American schooling system with no more than a little emotional scarring. He went to work, as his father wished, studying to be a teacher, without telling any of his family, he also applied for and received an internship at a major fashion label. Balancing studying with his duties as the new dogsbody were difficult and when push came to shove, he skipped lectures and rushed assignments. Most of his duties at the label were menial, fetching coffee and ferrying designs from one office to another and so forth. But everyday, he felt immersed in the glossy, colourful, majestic world he'd been imagining since he first stepped off the boat. Of course, often the jobs were less than glamorous or down right humiliating. But Aron could and would endure.
Before long, his enthusiasm and steadiness was noticed by one of the more important names on the label, Jeremiah Martin, and Aron was made an assistant. It wasn't much of a promotion, really. It just meant that know he fetched coffee for only one person and was occasionally asked for an opinion on a controversial design. His big break came when Jeremiah was experimenting with aviator shades and tie dye, and remarked that something was off, that it just wasn't cool. Without a word, Aron ran and fetched a denim jacket to return and wrap it around his boss's shoulders. The effect was instantaneous, they both felt it. This look would work, this look would sell, this look would last. Being the senior designer, of course Jeremiah took most of the credit as he ascended to the board of directors on the label. But he made sure that Aron got his old position, giving him a definite leg up.
At this point, Aron was still making almost no money from his endeavours in the fashion world and had long since fallen far enough behind in his teacher training that he'd been asked to leave the program. The sensible thing would've been to settle down and find a steady job. And Aron did, in a fashion. In fact, he found two part time jobs that he could juggle alongside his work at the label. So while his contemporaries, largely from families with more than enough wealth to support them, went to parties and rubbed shoulders with the glamorous and the famous, Aron worked long shifts at chair factory or as the frier at a diner. Neither were enjoyable or engaging but they gave him space to think, to internally experiment and to meditate on the nature of design. So when his colleagues came in to work hung over, Aron was tired but full to the brim with ideas.
Hard work, luck and creativity served him well and, within a span of years, Aron was the head designer for the label, did freelance work for other labels and wrote a regular feature in his beloved Vogue. He was able to quit his side jobs and take part in some of the parties he'd been told so much about. They were not, on the whole, as exciting as he'd been promised. Even as his star rose and his reputation grew, people muttered about how aloof this Polish migrant was. There was little his detractors could do about his financial and critical success, however, and both were finally starting to pour down. Any design with his fingerprints on it, even those published under different names, sold like hotcakes and his column was the most popular by a long way. And he might've remained the first among equals if he hadn't met a very special someone.
During a glorified meet and greet, Aron happened to enter into a conversation between a neophyte model and a more experienced member of the industry. The two were arguing over the release of a recent line of dresses, the older woman calling them creative and the younger derivative and boring. Aron agreed with the latter, a woman he learned was named Estella McKinley, and went so far as to suggest that the current western fashion world was becoming more and more creatively stale due to a lack of diversity in the major labels. In a flash, Estella seemed to turn on him and said "Then why don't you make something better?", words that haunted Aron for weeks afterwards.
He couldn't deny it, he had no right to bemoan the world of fashion without doing something to improve it. In a move that would change his life and the lives of many others, he quit every one of his jobs and invested every cent of his savings into a new label, one under his direct creative control; Aronista. And his first move was to recruit the forthright, plainspoken woman who had put him onto the idea in the first place; Estella McKinely. At first they were employer and employee, then artist and muse and finally romantically paired. Aron was enamoured with her ambition, something he took inspiration from and admired. On his more introspective days, he would wonder whether he loved Estella or loved the being with a model, the very symbol of the world he sought to rule.
Aronista was a hit like nothing else on the market. Its financial success allowed Aron and Estella to pursue more personal, experimental projects, some of which were well received and some of which faded quickly into obscurity. One of Aron's projects was starting his own fashion magazine, Who runs the Runway?, which to this day duels with Vogue as the authority on all things fashion. One personal project the two were never able to complete was having a child together, nature stood in their way there. Although they adopted a wonderful child and Aron assured his beloved wife that it changed nothing between them, he still sometimes wonders whether a child of his blood would be more like him or would've responded better to the strict rules and high expectations Aron has placed upon his current heir.
Still, he had his empire to rule and a world to define, there was always something to do and Aron was never happier than when he was working. Only, in the last few years Aron has found it hard to concentrate on his work, no matter how innovative the hemline or creatively applied the colour. There's always been something bothering him and it took him a long while to work out exactly what it was; his family was disordered in a way he'd never allow his workplace to be. His child hides their secrets from both parents, his wife is unsatisfied with her work and the general mood of family dinners is of sullen resentment. For a man who always demanded excellence from everyone in his life, especially himself, Aron cannot stand this situation and moved to rectify it.
Handing control of his label and magazine to some shocked but very pleased protégés, Aron has moved his family to Lakewood and is attempting to mend the broken fences and seal the rifts. He's not entirely sure whether he's doing out of love or a desire for his family to be perfect but, in the end, does it matter?
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For most of his working lifetime, Aron has managed the Fashion Magazine Who runs the Runway? as well as running his own fashion label, Aronista. Both have been financially successful and incredibly influential over the larger fashion world. He has now retired from both, handing them on to some of his protégés.
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{{ With easy access to the Lakewood country club, Aron has taken up horseback riding or, as he insists people call it, Equestrianism. There's something very cultured and dignified about prancing around upon the back of a horse, or so he tells himself. }}
{{ Although he has officially retired from the world of fashion for personal reasons, much of Aron's time is still devoted to it. He gives advice to the men and women now heading up his brand and magazine, mediates troublesome disputes telephonically, calls in old favours in exchange for new ones and generally pulls strings from behind the scenes. }}
{{ A habit he picked up from a British colleague, Aron loves to hold tea parties. It sounds childish and mundane and, yes, well, it is, but it also provides an oppurtunity for those residents of Lakewood who do nothing but gossip to come and gossip together. }}
{{ To keep in shape, Aron likes to run with the family Poodle, Shutzy. Admittedly, she can't run very fast and is more interested in stopping every few metres to smell lampposts, trees, walls and passersby but then Aron isn't overly invested in fitness as a concept so that fits him just fine. }}
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Estella Rostow, née McKinley – Wife – Married for many years, Aron and Estella have been celebrated as a celebrity 'power couple' for longer than Aron has known what the phrase meant. And while there is some genuine love between them, too often their respective ambitions and desires get the better of them.
René Reno/Rostow – Adopted Son – Aron dearly wishes that René was a reflection of himself, a mirror image that could be taught the lessons that have seen Aron's dreams come true and his life go so well. Alas, it's clear to them both that René is his own man and that they don't always get on that well.
Shutzy – Family Dog – Bright eyed, bushy tailed and always ready to run (slowly), play, cuddle or devour a bowl of dog food.
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.:| Coach | 31 | Single | Heterosexual | Female |:.
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- 6'0"
- 150 lbs
- Generally likes to dress professionally during the day time, comfortably while coaching (except on game days.)
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Andrea is a rather intimidating person to look at. Most know her as the scary girls' basketball coach of Lakewood Academy, and she is commonly referred to as "Coach Thompson". She is passionate and very into her job, even though most don't take her seriously since she's only the girls' basketball coach, often overshadowed by the boys' basketball team. Most pictures of her around the school is of her pacing up and down the basketball court as she watches her girls play their hearts out. She demands 110% out of all of her players, and any less isn't acceptable. Overall, as a coach, she is very dynamic and skilled, but knows how to take care of her girls and make sure they don't get burnt out.
Outside of basketball though, she is very light-hearted and easy going. It's very hard to make her mad while she's not in basketball mode, since she just takes that energy she gets from being mad and uses it for her coaching. In the freshman English class that she teaches at Lakewood Academy, a majority of her students consider her as a very sweet, caring, and definitely nurturing person. A definitely big change in dynamic between her two roles at Lakewood Academy.
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Sarah was born in Ann Arbor, Michigan on March 19th, 1985. She was born to a nurse and a sergeant in the US Army. She spent the majority of her time in Ann Arbor, since her father worked closely with the University of Michigan. Growing up, she and her baby sister were raised free-range style, meaning that they were free to do what they wanted to do, and learned via making mistakes. It worked quite effectively with Sarah, allowing her to develop as a person at a very young age. The one thing her parents did control was having her play basketball, since they wanted to instill some discipline into her as well.
Sarah likes to refer to her childhood basketball coach as an absolute asshole. But at the same time, it helped her big time when it came to life. She was able to stand up to even the worst of adversity. Her discipline had pulled her all the way through high school, where she tore it up as a power forward on her basketball team. It earned her a scholarship to practically any school she wanted, including her father's school, University of Michigan. But she did not choose to follow in her father's footsteps. She instead went to University of Florida, where she played all four years through - for the most part.
She was expected to go pro, and play in the WNBA, but then... she tore her Achilles tendon. It was severe enough to end her career, but not severe enough to permanently hinder her ability to walk. It was disappointing to hear. Knowing that she wouldn't have a future in basketball, she capitalized on her education major and got herself an English teaching credential and coaching lessons, and before long she was offered a job at Lakewood Academy as an English teacher AND the girls' basketball coach.
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Lakewood Academy English Teacher/Basketball Coach
.:| H O B B I E S |:.
- Basketball Coaching
- Grading papers all day
- Helping her students
.:| R E L A T I O N S H I P S |:.
Thomas Thompson - Father
Lucy Thompson - Mother
Kaitlyn Thompson - Sister
Apokalipse AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
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.:| MIKEY | 18 | SINGLE | POLYAMOROUS PANSEXUAL | FEMALE |:.
N o t h i n g G o l d C a n S t a y
R o b e r t F r o s t"Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay."
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|:.There is no doubt that Anna-Michael is a beautiful girl – she has glassy, reflective blue eyes that ooze soul and compassion and lips that are not too full but not too thin; her skin is smooth with freckles and beauty marks dotting it like stars and her body is thin with flared hips. Her brown hair is thick and a bit unruly, with snares and tangles that Anna-Michael can’t be bothered with, and her face shape is angular and with the right amount of softness in the cheeks and chin. Anna-Michael is beautiful – but she is not unique, natural appearance alone. In the moment, when someone looks at her, they know she is pretty, but once they look away, it’s hard to remember exact details about her because nothing stands out. Not even her height or weight is that unique, she stands at 5’6” and weighs a healthy 132 lbs.
In order to express herself, and more likely to make herself more rememberable, Anna-Michael tends to wear heavy eye makeup and little to none lip makeup. She’s street grunge with her ripped jean shorts, black sleeveless band tees, and her beat-up dr. martens. Her ears have three piercings each, with the right one having the cartilage pierced, and her belly button has been pierced as well. She has a tattoo of a dead tree with crows perched in it that curves from the side of her waist to her shoulder blade, a tattoo of a iphone music ribbon on her wrist, and a tattoo of two flowers on her left thigh.
When it comes to how she moves, Anna-Michael moves fluidly – not so much gracefully, but as if every joint in her body moves in unison. Because of her love aromatherapy, Anna-Michael smells like vanilla and eucalyptus trees and candle smoke. Despite being pretty, Anna-Michael has an unruly look about her, as if she doesn’t really care about her appearance – her hair is usually snared and tangled, her makeup typically smudged and remnants of yesterday’s layer lurking visibly underneath, and her clothes torn and wrinkled. On the underside of her thighs, she has angry red stretchmarks and on the underside of her belly are pale, glinting stretchmarks that blend into her skin unless you look really closely.
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|:.Probably not anyone’s first guess, but Anna-Michael is rather mild-mannered, though her appearance will have you think otherwise. She’s always been of the quiet sort, preferring to be alone instead, and was rather withdrawn from the world around her. Even as a child, she felt disconnected from everyone – disjointed, almost. Everyone around her moved in a fast pace, a hustle – they had plans and ambitions, events and spontaneous hangouts. They all had a future they imagined in their head, murky or not. While everyone sprinted through life, Anna-Michael was at a standstill.
Aimless. The brunette couldn’t picture a future for herself, an ambition, something to look forward to. Instead, the idea of a future felt like a chore to her. Anna-Michael preferred to stand still, in the quiet, under the tree, with a book, solitude. She liked it. It soothed her. Thinking of people, of careers, of decisions – it made her oh so anxious. Not the simple nervousness that some might experience, but a panicking-hard-to-breathe anxious that caused acidity to gather in the pit of her stomach and invisible hands to press into her chest.
Either way, Anna-Michael didn’t think there was much to make out of her future – she was not the smartest when it came to school, even when she tried, so she gave up. She gives up rather easily, you see.
Anna-Michael does a lot of other things easily as well. Stress is quick to get to her and stick to her, for instance. And when Anna-Michael gets stressed, she doesn’t work harder, but shuts down – like a computer – and stops. Stands still. Anna-Michael becomes easily overwhelmed by people. The eighteen-year-old avoids crowds like the plague and tends to try to get out of those fancy parties that her mother is so fond of. She also falls in love quite easily. Anna-Michael is quickly enamored with the simple qualities of humankind – Anna-Michael has lost many relationships because of cheating, though she never meant to hurt anyone, but rather wanted to love everyone. Because of her predilection towards love, Anna-Michael lives a polyamorous lifestyle. So she can love everyone.
When it comes to her outward personality, people tend to see Anna-Michael has deadpan. Her voice comes off rather robotic and emotionless, though she doesn’t mean to do it, and she has quite a lot of emotions to express, her voice just doesn’t agree with her. It’s the same with her face – she has a hard time portraying her emotions through her facial expressions and voice inflections, so she attempts to show it through actions. Though, most admit that her deadpan personality is quite amusing when dealing with stupid shenanigans. Anna-Michael is not very affectionate, and shies away from physical touch. It’s not anything personal, she just finds it awkward and uncomfortable when someone gets into her personal space. Anna-Michael can also be a bit hot-headed at times – her temper is quick to evoke, but just as quick to cool down after an outburst. When mad, Anna-Michael has a hard time putting it into words, and instead likes to walk off to cool down – typically, during this time, Anna-Michael will find something to break or throw (when she was little, Anna-Michael liked to throw all the books on her bookshelf to the floor, though she hated picking them back up).
Though many wouldn’t guess it, and Anna-Michael will deny it, Anna-Michael is indeed the “mom friend.” Though she doesn’t like to show it, she excessively worries for her friends when they are doing something dangerous, and she usually is the voice of reason among them. Furthermore, her friends always look to her when they wish to talk. Anna-Michael almost never judges someone without knowing the full story and is rather compassionate when it comes to other people. But at the same time, she is brutally honest and blunt, and always says the truth as she hates lying.
Anna-Michael’s sense of humor is rather dry, though she doesn’t talk or say jokes much, a few of her inward sarcastic quips escape. A lot of her humor is softly self-deprecating, not because she is insecure, but because she finds self-deprecating humor easy to deliver when done right. She feels uncomfortable sending barbs towards other people, and when her friends insult her good-naturedly, Anna-Michael half-asses comebacks so as to avoid hurting anyone’s feelings.
Anna-Michael is dispassionate and it is rather hard to work her in a frenzy over a subject – though she does enjoy classical literature (she doesn’t understand it, though, so she often reads the sparknotes) and is fascinated by philosophy and sociology. Anna-Michael is curious about humanity and other people – she wants to know the inner workings of others and why people do the things that they do. Her overall outlook on life is rather optimistic, despite her situation at hand.
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|:.Anna-Michael de Sauveterre was born February 13, 1998 in Jupiter Island, Florida. Her mother was Melody de Sauveterre from the very wealthy, old money de Sauveterre family. The de Sauveterre family had inherited a sizable wealth that their ancestors first generated five generations ago. Since then, the de Sauveterre family has been making its wealth from investment. Anna-Michael’s father, Emanuel de Sauveterre (originally Emanuel Brown, but changed his name in order to keep Melody’s blue blood history alive and well) was a simple accountant when starting out and was born into the middle class, nothing special. However, Emanuel ditched his accountant job and took over his father’s restaurant, Brown ‘n Burne. He expanded the small restaurant into a chain of restaurants across the US after a while and then expanded his business into owning multiple chains of restaurants and fast food places – including, but not limited to, McDaniel’s, Pizza Shack, and Nacho Bell. What he doesn’t make from his fast food corporation – Munch!, Inc. – he makes from investing and stock.
Growing up in Jupiter Island was stifling for Anna-Michael – her parents were overly strict or anything, rather the opposite. Emanuel, though an understanding man, pushed Anna-Michael to dream big like he did once and be successful, though Anna-Michael didn’t particularly have any dreams she wanted to accomplish – it made her feel undeniable pressure growing up and like she was going to disappoint her father by not achieving anything spectacular as a grownup. On the other side of the family, Melody was overbearing and clingy, constantly concerned with Anna-Michael’s public image. Melody always made it a point to brag about Anna-Michael and would often pressure Anna-Michael into doing something she didn’t want to do for the sake of the family’s image – such as joining the cheerleading squad when she was twelve. The worst part was the parties though! The parties! Melody loved to throw lavish parties and it was mandatory for Anna-Michael and her older brother, John-David, to attend. The parties were mainly for bragging purposes, mind you.
When Anna-Michael was fifteen, after receiving a lecture from her father about her grades, she packed up everything she bothered to care for and ran away from home. She wasn’t mad at her parents or upset with herself, Anna-Michael was just sick of the rich and wealthy life and wanted to know what it felt like to not have money to fall back on. She went to Miami, Florida, where she spent the first six months homeless. She made ends meet by getting shady jobs and being paid under the table – most of it was waitress jobs, though there was an odd Wal-Mart job here and there. Eventually, she made friends and moved from apartment to house to garage to apartment, living off of her friends like a leech (something that she wasn’t quite proud of, but didn’t bother to correct, either).
Mikey was in a couple of relationships here and there – most of it was with only one partner that she ended up inadvertently cheating on and was subsequently dumped. It wasn’t until she met a slightly older couple when she was sixteen: Marylise and Carter, both eighteen years old and both women. The three of them were in a relationship together, Mikey eventually moving into their apartment with them. It was blissful for a while – of course they had a couple of fights here and there, but it was eventually settled. However, eight months into their relationship, Mikey left due to feeling neglected by the duo and instead sought another relationship with her ex-girlfriends’ neighbor.
After several relationships had gone through, Mikey supposedly met “the one” or, more accurately, “the ones.” Though, it won’t do well to bore with details. The most important thing that occurred because of this relationship was Mikey discovering she was pregnant at the age of seventeen, while homeless and bouncing around friends’ places and spending nights at the park. It was then Mikey knew she had to return to her family.
However, whenever she returned to their home in Jupiter Island, it was occupied by another family. Upon investigation (aka asking them what happened to the people that lived there before them), Mikey learned that her family moved to Lakewood Summit, California, a year after she ran away. Knowing that, financially and probably emotionally, Mikey could not support her child on her own, she began to hitchhike to California. It took a while to get across, due to insufficient funds and multiple backtracks (including drama with her exes), and Mikey ended up having her daughter, Noah de Sauveterre, in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Unfortunately, Noah was born one month too early and had some breathing difficulties. Though Noah was released from the NICU after a day and a half, Mikey stalled leaving Santa Fe until she was sure Noah was strong enough to travel. As she waited, Mikey lived with a preschool teacher she met and eventually received a ride to California from.
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|:.Unemployed. High School dropout. Previously homeless.
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|:.☮ Aromatherapy
☮ Soapmaking
☮ Tarot Cards
☮ Flower Pressing
☮ Couponing
Anna-Michael is sensitive to smells and finds aromatherapy soothing. Often, Anna-Michael will light good candles, incense, and pour aromatherapy salts into a bath, resting in the hot water with a good book. She also likes to apply aromatherapy oils and lotion.
☮ Soapmaking
In relation to her love of aromatherapy, Anna-Michael likes to experiment with her own combination of smells and has been creating her own soaps for several years. Anna-Michael likes to make her soaps into nice, pretty shapes as well and has sold soaps before.
☮ Tarot Cards
A recent hobby Anna-Michael has picked up, she has recently begun to dabble in Tarot Cards in order to help her make hard decisions. She doesn't believe they can tell the future, or are "magic", but rather that Tarot Cards are able to expose a person's inner self through guided self-discovery.
☮ Flower Pressing
Anna-Michael collects rare and beautiful flowers and presses them, keeping them in a scrapbook with the associated symbolic meaning labelled underneath. When Anna-Michael is feeling particularly upset or lonely, she tends to look at the flowers since they bring her simple joy.
☮ Couponing
Since running away, Anna-Michael has discovered that money does run out, despite never having to deal with being poor before. As such, she has gotten into the habit of super couponing and getting the best deals on something that she can. Mikey tends to buy things in bulk and has an entire purse filled with stacks and stacks of coupons.
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|:.Noah de Sauveterre: Anna-Michael's One Month Old Daughter
Melody de Sauveterre: Anna-Michael's Mother
Emanuel de Sauveterre: Anna-Michael's Father
John-David de Sauveterre: Anna-Michael's Older Brother
Anna-Michael's newly born daughter, Noah, whose father's identity has been kept secret thus far by Anna-Michael. She was born a month prematurely and had slight breathing problems when born, but only had to spend a day and a half in the NICU.
Melody de Sauveterre: Anna-Michael's Mother
Anna-Michael's mother who is obsessed with public appearances. On the outside, to the neighborhood, she is the classic rich housewife who enjoys baking food for new neighbors, throwing extravagant parties, and gossiping with the neighbors. However, Melody is an alcoholic behind doors, with an extreme loneliness due to being at home alone and she feels neglected by her husband. Melody wishes to join the working class, but has little to no skills applicable.
Emanuel de Sauveterre: Anna-Michael's Father
Emanuel is a jolly man who loves his family - but loves his work more. A classic workaholic, Emanuel spends most of his time at the office, and when not at the office, spends most of his time working in his den at the house. Though he loves his wife and children, and always makes sure to let them know, but does not actively take part in their lives or show interest.
John-David de Sauveterre: Anna-Michael's Older Brother
Anna-Michael's older brother is of the serious nature with an extreme temper but an overall personable personality. He enjoys being around friends and having fun, but after joining college, he's made a point to buckle-down in order to take over the family business. John-David has always been smarter and more impressive than Anna-Michael, having a good reputation among family friends.
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.:| N/A | 18 | Single | Pansexual | Male |:.
.:| A P P E A R A N C E |:.
Renè is quite the tall individual, taking after his biological parents – standing at 6'5, with a medium muscular build to his limbs and chest area; the guy works out now and again, but it's more for convenience than vanity. Things are easier when you're stronger and fitter. As for skin, it is smooth for the most part; naturally, a few scars from living a non-sheltered life, but nothing major marrs his dark brown, somewhat umber-toned skin.
Renè has a handsome face, with full lips; well-defined cheekbones and eyebrows; and a smattering of stubble should he forget to shave every other morning (Which he does – frequently). Said face can usually be seen pulling emotive expressions now and again, in which case, is the most emotion he will profess in a situation. Otherwise, his dark chocolate eyes are somewhat hooded; eyelids lazy, oft hidden behind a cloud of cigarette smoke emanating from his mouth and nostrils.
Should his black, dense, springy hair grow long enough (AKA. When he doesn't give in to his Mother's nagging to have it cut), he'll generally have it loose. It's got too much strength and a mind of it's own to be tied back, beyond perhaps a bandana or hairband pushing it away from his eyes.
As for clothing style, it would be described as laid-back. Although never going as far as to wear something dirty or sweaty, Renè hasn't much care for clothing, nor brands – probably due to the fact he and his Mother didn't have an over-abundance of money when he was growing up. Also, because he couldn't give a damn about labels. Therefore, he just wears a lot of plain stuff; jeans, t-shirts, hoodies, jackets; all probably unbranded. The only one he has really taken to is converse; never owning more than two colours at a time, but he can usually be seen walking about in them. For colder weather he has heavier jackets, usually sheepskin; also some battered leather boots that he's had for years.
Renè has a handsome face, with full lips; well-defined cheekbones and eyebrows; and a smattering of stubble should he forget to shave every other morning (Which he does – frequently). Said face can usually be seen pulling emotive expressions now and again, in which case, is the most emotion he will profess in a situation. Otherwise, his dark chocolate eyes are somewhat hooded; eyelids lazy, oft hidden behind a cloud of cigarette smoke emanating from his mouth and nostrils.
Should his black, dense, springy hair grow long enough (AKA. When he doesn't give in to his Mother's nagging to have it cut), he'll generally have it loose. It's got too much strength and a mind of it's own to be tied back, beyond perhaps a bandana or hairband pushing it away from his eyes.
As for clothing style, it would be described as laid-back. Although never going as far as to wear something dirty or sweaty, Renè hasn't much care for clothing, nor brands – probably due to the fact he and his Mother didn't have an over-abundance of money when he was growing up. Also, because he couldn't give a damn about labels. Therefore, he just wears a lot of plain stuff; jeans, t-shirts, hoodies, jackets; all probably unbranded. The only one he has really taken to is converse; never owning more than two colours at a time, but he can usually be seen walking about in them. For colder weather he has heavier jackets, usually sheepskin; also some battered leather boots that he's had for years.
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Renè is a man of few words – not that he doesn't speak much, but when he does, such words are chosen carefully. Not that he isn't intelligent; her certainly is a bright fellow, always having done well in his classes regardless of the subject. He is no stranger to hard work, after all – he just prefers to not waste energy on pointless speeches. This often gives him a rather apathetic air... which, in most cases, isn’t incorrect. Renè picks and chooses only a select few things to waste his time and energy on; apathy most likely occurs for other things.
However, one shouldn't assume Renè is uncaring in anything; for his true passions lay in the simplest, perhaps most important things of life; friendship, love, imagination, food, humour, music... the basics of a human's life. Most other things – politics, social norms or classes, religion – they don't bother him. Yeah, everyone's entitled to their opinion – but if you're going to hurt someone with it, keep it quiet man. Although it doesn’t surface very often, Renè does have his mother's temper. And it isn’t pleasant upon witnessing it.
However, one shouldn't assume Renè is uncaring in anything; for his true passions lay in the simplest, perhaps most important things of life; friendship, love, imagination, food, humour, music... the basics of a human's life. Most other things – politics, social norms or classes, religion – they don't bother him. Yeah, everyone's entitled to their opinion – but if you're going to hurt someone with it, keep it quiet man. Although it doesn’t surface very often, Renè does have his mother's temper. And it isn’t pleasant upon witnessing it.
.:| H I S T O R Y |:.
As far back as he can remember, Renè lived in France with his mother, and with no contact with any other extended family (Beyond his mother's close friends, who were often known to him as Aunts and Uncles despite the lack of blood relations). There was no contact from his Father, his grandparents, or the one Uncle he knew was related to him by blood – there were no ties to this side of his family.
However, this rarely bothered him. In fact, nothing really bothered Renè throughout his life – he was a fairly apathetic child, just as he is apathetic in many things now. If someone were to tease of bully him in school, the offender would be confused by the lack of reaction from Renè; he saw no real threat, and any physical threats were met with a calm – but sturdy – punch to the face (or other more, delicate areas), and he was never teased after this. He felt no real need to continue animosity, just as he felt no real need to make fast friends. He made them anyway, regardless of the way he felt – there was something assuring in his constant state of calm that attracted his school-mates too him, for the most part. He didn't complain – Renè found a group just as relaxing as being alone to his own thoughts. If one of his friends suggested an after-school activity or sport to him, he'd always give it a try. Never really made a difference to him; particularly sports, but he was never one to shy away from trying new things.
Emotion truly hit him at the age of 12; his mother had been complaining of headaches for a few weeks, but neither had worried. Surely, it was just stress from her heavy hours; while helping her son grow up to be a decent enough individual.
However, it wasn't stress; an aneurysm can often occur without any real reason - or at least, any decent one for a 12 year old orphan. Anger and grief was felt, naturally, but he didn't express it, just as he rarely expressed emotions earlier in his life. It went inward, and by the time he received the news, went to the hospital first, and then a foster home, he had no words left. This silence continued for some time, before something rather unexpected happened. He was adopted.
There was suspicion in the young boy at first; there were other, far more desperate and friendly children in the home he stayed. Younger ones too; not many up and coming parents wanted to adopt an adolescent boy... too much trouble, and all that. But he could hardly refuse the offer; the home wasn't the best of places, and every place he went back to in his neighbourhood or his old life hurt too much without his Mother. A new place, a new family... it could help him.
However, he did feel some sense of unease when being told he would be moving to America with his new parents. He'd never really heard favourable stories about the place – for a place known as "Land of the free", it had far too many restrictions and discrimination that held against that title.
Nevertheless, he complied; moving to a strange place with strange ways – still unused to the sudden abundance of money and onslaught of fancy. His father didn't spend much time with the family, what with work and the like; but Renè could respect that. Work was a better excuse than his real father had anyway - which was non-existent. His new mother tried to spoil him, but there wasn't much he wanted or demanded from her. One of the best presents he received were his pet snakes (his babies), but the constant presents and lack of punishment from his mother was somewhat unsettling. He rebelled in his own ways; quietly, by beginning smoking and drinking at the age of 15. Not in an over-the-top manner, nor simply because he wanted to annoy his parents. He just... wanted to. Alcohol - specifically wine - was a usual staple with his meals back in France, and he had no intention of abandoning that tradition.
New York was fine; he integrated without any real issues, and kept any grief he had still in his heart; nobody needed to see it. Not his new friends, not his new parents, and not himself. Furthermore, the news of his father's retirement and moving of a new community didn't have much of an impact on him. He has enrolled at the local school, finishing out his very last year in compulsory schooling there; although other rules he still rarely adheres to. In France, the rules of smoking and drinking were far less stringent; nor was there a curfew. It would not be uncommon to see him breaking said rules in Lakewood; not of a sense of rebellion, but of alienness. Such a constricted life is odd and unfamiliar to him.
However, this rarely bothered him. In fact, nothing really bothered Renè throughout his life – he was a fairly apathetic child, just as he is apathetic in many things now. If someone were to tease of bully him in school, the offender would be confused by the lack of reaction from Renè; he saw no real threat, and any physical threats were met with a calm – but sturdy – punch to the face (or other more, delicate areas), and he was never teased after this. He felt no real need to continue animosity, just as he felt no real need to make fast friends. He made them anyway, regardless of the way he felt – there was something assuring in his constant state of calm that attracted his school-mates too him, for the most part. He didn't complain – Renè found a group just as relaxing as being alone to his own thoughts. If one of his friends suggested an after-school activity or sport to him, he'd always give it a try. Never really made a difference to him; particularly sports, but he was never one to shy away from trying new things.
Emotion truly hit him at the age of 12; his mother had been complaining of headaches for a few weeks, but neither had worried. Surely, it was just stress from her heavy hours; while helping her son grow up to be a decent enough individual.
However, it wasn't stress; an aneurysm can often occur without any real reason - or at least, any decent one for a 12 year old orphan. Anger and grief was felt, naturally, but he didn't express it, just as he rarely expressed emotions earlier in his life. It went inward, and by the time he received the news, went to the hospital first, and then a foster home, he had no words left. This silence continued for some time, before something rather unexpected happened. He was adopted.
There was suspicion in the young boy at first; there were other, far more desperate and friendly children in the home he stayed. Younger ones too; not many up and coming parents wanted to adopt an adolescent boy... too much trouble, and all that. But he could hardly refuse the offer; the home wasn't the best of places, and every place he went back to in his neighbourhood or his old life hurt too much without his Mother. A new place, a new family... it could help him.
However, he did feel some sense of unease when being told he would be moving to America with his new parents. He'd never really heard favourable stories about the place – for a place known as "Land of the free", it had far too many restrictions and discrimination that held against that title.
Nevertheless, he complied; moving to a strange place with strange ways – still unused to the sudden abundance of money and onslaught of fancy. His father didn't spend much time with the family, what with work and the like; but Renè could respect that. Work was a better excuse than his real father had anyway - which was non-existent. His new mother tried to spoil him, but there wasn't much he wanted or demanded from her. One of the best presents he received were his pet snakes (his babies), but the constant presents and lack of punishment from his mother was somewhat unsettling. He rebelled in his own ways; quietly, by beginning smoking and drinking at the age of 15. Not in an over-the-top manner, nor simply because he wanted to annoy his parents. He just... wanted to. Alcohol - specifically wine - was a usual staple with his meals back in France, and he had no intention of abandoning that tradition.
New York was fine; he integrated without any real issues, and kept any grief he had still in his heart; nobody needed to see it. Not his new friends, not his new parents, and not himself. Furthermore, the news of his father's retirement and moving of a new community didn't have much of an impact on him. He has enrolled at the local school, finishing out his very last year in compulsory schooling there; although other rules he still rarely adheres to. In France, the rules of smoking and drinking were far less stringent; nor was there a curfew. It would not be uncommon to see him breaking said rules in Lakewood; not of a sense of rebellion, but of alienness. Such a constricted life is odd and unfamiliar to him.
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New student at the local school; is tempted to look for a job like he had back in France, as he's still unused to having such an abundance of money on hand.
.:| H O B B I E S |:.
- Painting - A hobby he picked up from his mother as a child; alongside enjoying the work of other artists throughout history, Renè dabbles in it himself. He'll say he's no Da Vinci, but he certainly has some modicum of talent with the brush – particularly in portraits.
- Cooking - His mother worked a lot of hours, so Renè learned to cook at a very young age. Naturally, he started off with chips and spaghetti; simple recipes. Now he can knock up a decent dish with no trouble; and his desserts are divine. The souffle however... needs work.
- Smoking & Drinking - He'll freely admit they're more of an addiction than a hobby, but it's one he handles well. He doesn't get many negative emotions after being without either for long, but he would much prefer they stay in his life; regardless of America's silly rules about it.
- Climbing - A wonderful way of keeping fit and retaining his strength; also, in the areas of nature he'll so often visit for climbing, he finds them to be isolated and peaceful.
- Camping - Is there anything better than sleeping under the stars? He'd sleep out in his back garden just to look up at the beauty of the night sky and be among nature. Bugs don't bother him as much as it bothers other people... particularly in his neighbourhood.
- Snakes - Well, the snakes themselves aren't a hobby, but looking after them is. A present from his mother to make his new life in America seem a bit better. 3 snakes; a Corn snake named Dewie; a Ball Python named Hazel; and a Burmese Python named Toulouse. Cute lil things, in his eyes.
- Horses - He's always loved les chevaux, but hasn't had much chance to spend time with them; nor does he want to say to his mother that he likes them. She'd probably purchase him a whole stable in response.
.:| R E L A T I O N S H I P S |:.
Estella Rostow – Adopted Mother – Renè does appreciate what Estella tries to do for him, but there's more to affection than lavish presents and the like. He'd like to see what she's like beyond the money, and after just over five years together, still hasn't found it.
Aron Rostow - Adopted Father - Renè doesn't know Aron as much as Estella, what with all the time spent away with work; however, he respects the man for this. He works hard, and has done all of his life; he'd never hold that against the man. Renè is used to living without a Father, after all. However, there is some form of tangible tension between the two - Aron has certain expectations for Renè that Renè has no intention of following through.
Aron Rostow - Adopted Father - Renè doesn't know Aron as much as Estella, what with all the time spent away with work; however, he respects the man for this. He works hard, and has done all of his life; he'd never hold that against the man. Renè is used to living without a Father, after all. However, there is some form of tangible tension between the two - Aron has certain expectations for Renè that Renè has no intention of following through.
.:| Gabe, Doc | 42 | Single | Pansexual | Male |:.
.:| A P P E A R A N C E |:.
Gabriel's 6'2, broad shouldered frame is a fit one; liking to keep on top of his health with various physical activities, it would be safe to call his body a toned, if muscular one. His skin has a weathered, tanned look; what with having spent most of his life in hot, sunny countries. Small raised scars are scattered along the right side of his legs, body, neck and arm; remnants of the humvee attack in Afghanistan. The white scar tissue is all the more evident the more tanned he gets, but he doesn't complain; they're not particularly disfiguring, and he lucky to have only been injured by shattered glass in that incident. In addition to this he has a few tattoos here and there; his daughter's name on his calf, and the "rising sun" emblem of the Australian army on the inside of his ankle, to name a few.
Gabriel's face has so far remained unmarred in terms of major scarring or tattoos; although having usually been clean shaven in his younger years, he'll occasionally let his beard grow out before getting sick of it after a few weeks and shaving it all off; said beard is the same dark brown colour as his hair, which itself is kept styled to a certain degree, and never too long.
He has retained his Australian accent far more than his daughter, but it's not particularly a strong one. He has on occasion used Aussie slang that had confused people in the past though.
Gabriel's face has so far remained unmarred in terms of major scarring or tattoos; although having usually been clean shaven in his younger years, he'll occasionally let his beard grow out before getting sick of it after a few weeks and shaving it all off; said beard is the same dark brown colour as his hair, which itself is kept styled to a certain degree, and never too long.
He has retained his Australian accent far more than his daughter, but it's not particularly a strong one. He has on occasion used Aussie slang that had confused people in the past though.
.:| P E R S O N A L I T Y |:.
After a lifetime of being surrounded by the sickly, dying, or even dead, Gabriel tries to make the most of life as possible. Going on various and random adventures, it'll be rare for him to shy away from something new. He may not like it when there, but at least he gave it a go. In addition to this, he likes to surround himself with energy; liveliness, passion, enjoyment. Everything that can light up a room; and this applies to people too. More often than not he'll find people who emanate that kind of energy; although he does have friends that are a bit slower and older, others are generally younger than him... especially when it comes to matters of the loving kind. His partners - be they one night stands or something more meaningful - are rarely above the age of 30. It would have to take a special kind of someone for him to overlook something like that.
Face to face, he can generally be found to have a somewhat cynical outlook on life; although he does his best to enjoy every bit of it, he understands life is often a bitch. Bluntness and a lack of tact is also a trait of his that's he's quite happy to keep, despite his daughter's complaints. There's a reason he became a surgeon rather than a general physician; people don't talk while they're sedated. Well, unless it's brain surgery or something – and he doesn't do brains, he does hearts.
However... all of this aside, Gabriel is quite the pleasant individual. If he's particularly upset someone with his blunt words, he will apologise – and try to do something to make it better. Because he hates seeing sadness in people; and this often brings out a gentle kindness in him that one wouldn't assume was there.
Face to face, he can generally be found to have a somewhat cynical outlook on life; although he does his best to enjoy every bit of it, he understands life is often a bitch. Bluntness and a lack of tact is also a trait of his that's he's quite happy to keep, despite his daughter's complaints. There's a reason he became a surgeon rather than a general physician; people don't talk while they're sedated. Well, unless it's brain surgery or something – and he doesn't do brains, he does hearts.
However... all of this aside, Gabriel is quite the pleasant individual. If he's particularly upset someone with his blunt words, he will apologise – and try to do something to make it better. Because he hates seeing sadness in people; and this often brings out a gentle kindness in him that one wouldn't assume was there.
.:| H I S T O R Y |:.
Born in Perth, Australia, Gabriel's career had always been clear to him. He enjoyed helping people, and with a Father as an Army nurse, the medical track was something he had reached for since a child. So much so that while other children were reading books about pirates and animals, he'd be poring over a biology book – at that age he didn't understand a lot of the words, but the pictures always interested him.
As the years went on, he slowly but surely achieved his goal; following in his father's path, he joined the army at 16, then training to become a doctor through the military by the age of 18. It was here he met Charity – a cheeky young Private, going down the Officers route. They struck up a friendship after more than a few visits to his office (Charity was rather clumsy for a prospect soldier), and this then developed into romance, and then into love. Although never marrying, they were lucky enough to have a beautiful daughter called Zoey by the time he'd hit 26.
The year the followed, and several after, changed Gabriel, and also changed Charity. In 2001, the towers fell, and the war in Afghanistan started. Neither of them had seen real live combat before; not in this scale, anyway. Although they were able to find childcare for their baby daughter with grandparents and the like, it was still hard to leave her; especially both of them.
While Charity remained with the artillery, Gabriel became both a surgeon and a field Doctor; when there was a lack for various reasons, he was pulled out onto the front lines to aid his fallen comrades. The best way he could describe those years would be hell – the only reprieve he had was when he got to go home and visit his family.
After nearly 4 years of coming out of fights unscathed, Gabriel finally came under fire; a convoy, and a few IED's hidden in the road. A flash of light; the truck going up in the air, screams... and then darkness
When he awoke, he was back at the military compound; his group had been surprisingly lucky – no-one had died, lost limbs, or received any serious injuries. Including Gabriel... and yet, he could not stop the shaking in his hands for weeks. Not the best trait for a surgeon.
After pegging it down to a psychological issue, Gabriel was able to get an honourable discharge under medical grounds, and began therapy back home in Australia. While talking through it helped, he likes to believe it was his home and family that really made the difference. His daughter would no longer be growing up trying to remember what he looked like; and his parents wouldn't be worrying day and night as to whether or not he had died in action. Things were looking up... that is, until Charity came home.
Something had changed in her too. Although having not been on the front lines (As the law had dictated for women at the time), she had clearly seen the same horrors he had; her spark of youthfulness had drained from her, and she seemed to have lost her love for him – and their daughter. At first, he'd put it down to stress; negative effects of a warzone. Until that is, she threw a curveball into the mix. Charity's reason for coming home so soon had been down to pregnancy – and it certainly wasn't Gabriel's child, as he hadn't seen her for a good few months.
This changed things; with a Doctor-ship and an honourable discharge tucked neatly into his files, Gabriel decided it was time for a change; partly to get away from his cheating girlfriend. He could forgive falling out of love with him – Hell, he could forgive the cheating – but the way she brushed their own daughter aside so effortlessly was not something easily forgotten. And so, the now single father and the 5 year old Zoey moved to America; a promising job already waiting, and that pesky shaking of the hands dealt with.
The years went by, and Zoey grew up happy; he had a steady job - specialising in cardiovascular surgery and becoming outstanding in his field - and after taking a chance with a few small businesses, even had a small pocket of money from stocks to make things comfortable. However, out of the five businesses he bought stocks from, 4 were doing particularly well for themselves. In no time at all they were getting into the news more and more, and by the time his daughter reached the age of 15, Gabriel had amassed nearly £3 billion in his shares across the 4 separate companies.
It was a shock, but a pleasant one. After hearing good things about Lakewood from his older friend James, Gabe decided to move from inner city California to the rich, gated community; also cutting his hours at the hospital for a more relaxed lifestyle. He had plenty of money for it, along with trying to make his daughter happy – without spoiling her.
As the years went on, he slowly but surely achieved his goal; following in his father's path, he joined the army at 16, then training to become a doctor through the military by the age of 18. It was here he met Charity – a cheeky young Private, going down the Officers route. They struck up a friendship after more than a few visits to his office (Charity was rather clumsy for a prospect soldier), and this then developed into romance, and then into love. Although never marrying, they were lucky enough to have a beautiful daughter called Zoey by the time he'd hit 26.
The year the followed, and several after, changed Gabriel, and also changed Charity. In 2001, the towers fell, and the war in Afghanistan started. Neither of them had seen real live combat before; not in this scale, anyway. Although they were able to find childcare for their baby daughter with grandparents and the like, it was still hard to leave her; especially both of them.
While Charity remained with the artillery, Gabriel became both a surgeon and a field Doctor; when there was a lack for various reasons, he was pulled out onto the front lines to aid his fallen comrades. The best way he could describe those years would be hell – the only reprieve he had was when he got to go home and visit his family.
After nearly 4 years of coming out of fights unscathed, Gabriel finally came under fire; a convoy, and a few IED's hidden in the road. A flash of light; the truck going up in the air, screams... and then darkness
When he awoke, he was back at the military compound; his group had been surprisingly lucky – no-one had died, lost limbs, or received any serious injuries. Including Gabriel... and yet, he could not stop the shaking in his hands for weeks. Not the best trait for a surgeon.
After pegging it down to a psychological issue, Gabriel was able to get an honourable discharge under medical grounds, and began therapy back home in Australia. While talking through it helped, he likes to believe it was his home and family that really made the difference. His daughter would no longer be growing up trying to remember what he looked like; and his parents wouldn't be worrying day and night as to whether or not he had died in action. Things were looking up... that is, until Charity came home.
Something had changed in her too. Although having not been on the front lines (As the law had dictated for women at the time), she had clearly seen the same horrors he had; her spark of youthfulness had drained from her, and she seemed to have lost her love for him – and their daughter. At first, he'd put it down to stress; negative effects of a warzone. Until that is, she threw a curveball into the mix. Charity's reason for coming home so soon had been down to pregnancy – and it certainly wasn't Gabriel's child, as he hadn't seen her for a good few months.
This changed things; with a Doctor-ship and an honourable discharge tucked neatly into his files, Gabriel decided it was time for a change; partly to get away from his cheating girlfriend. He could forgive falling out of love with him – Hell, he could forgive the cheating – but the way she brushed their own daughter aside so effortlessly was not something easily forgotten. And so, the now single father and the 5 year old Zoey moved to America; a promising job already waiting, and that pesky shaking of the hands dealt with.
The years went by, and Zoey grew up happy; he had a steady job - specialising in cardiovascular surgery and becoming outstanding in his field - and after taking a chance with a few small businesses, even had a small pocket of money from stocks to make things comfortable. However, out of the five businesses he bought stocks from, 4 were doing particularly well for themselves. In no time at all they were getting into the news more and more, and by the time his daughter reached the age of 15, Gabriel had amassed nearly £3 billion in his shares across the 4 separate companies.
It was a shock, but a pleasant one. After hearing good things about Lakewood from his older friend James, Gabe decided to move from inner city California to the rich, gated community; also cutting his hours at the hospital for a more relaxed lifestyle. He had plenty of money for it, along with trying to make his daughter happy – without spoiling her.
.:| O C C U P A T I O N |:.
Gabriel still works as a surgeon, although certainly not as much as he used to. However, if his particular talents are needed for a tricky operation, he'll usually be happy to drop whatever he's doing to go and help.
.:| H O B B I E S |:.
- Kayaking - Gabriel's always enjoyed water, and has been a strong swimmer since a child. Kayaking is one of the several water-based sports he's enjoyed for years; Zoey joins in too sometimes, although prefers surfing.
- Surfing - Another favourite sport of his; both Australia and California are famous for it's waves, and for good reason. He and his daughter can spend an entire day out in the ocean surfing.
- Barbecues - He probably had a barbecue party every week, because he just loves it so much. The food, the booze, the atmosphere; fun for all the family, plus, you can get pissed as much as you want in your own back garden and nobody's going to complain. Maybe he should throw a house-warming one, get to know the neighbours?
- Documentaries - Gabriel loves documentaries; be they medical, geographic, or about animals. As such, he's amassed an astounding amount of trivia about random topics, and will happily chat away about any of them.
- Vices - He likes to think he doesn't have sex enough for it to be classed as a hobby, but with the amount of time's he's had one-night stands with strangers and been called a man-whore by his teenage daughter, Gabriel's begun to think otherwise. As for the smoking and drinking, well... if he's feeling down, they help bring him up. And if he's feeling up, they make him feel even better.
- Bones - What? No, not like skeleton bones. It's the name of his dog. Well... therapy dog is the full term, but Gabriel likes to think he doesn't need Bones for therapy any more; he's just a big daft mess of fluff, and that does it for him. Anyway, spending time with Bones, walking him, playing games, etc. Good hobbies.
- Baking - He likes to think Zoey is extra lucky, because Gabriel bakes a lot. When he's bored, when he wants to give a present to someone, or when he's stressed. So, he bakes a lot. Also, baking goes well with barbecues; everyone loves pie.
.:| R E L A T I O N S H I P S |:.
Zoey Clarke – Daughter – With her Mum out of the picture, Gabriel tried exceptionally hard to do well for his daughter. It seems to have paid off, and the two have a close, loving relationship. They're quite easy-going and free with one another, but he knows enough about parenthood on where to draw the line and put his foot down; she knows that too, but thankfully has enough respect for him to not cross it. Yet...
Jameson Jones - Old friend - They first met during one of his tours in Afghanistan, and formed a fast friendship from there. Gabe wasn't particularly religious, but he enjoyed talking with James about various things. Following his discharge, he also took part in therapy with James, finding the companionship add some ease in the transition back to regular life - he's happy to be neighbours with him now.
Jameson Jones - Old friend - They first met during one of his tours in Afghanistan, and formed a fast friendship from there. Gabe wasn't particularly religious, but he enjoyed talking with James about various things. Following his discharge, he also took part in therapy with James, finding the companionship add some ease in the transition back to regular life - he's happy to be neighbours with him now.
.:| Zo | 15 (Nearly 16) | Single | Bisexual | Female |:.
.:| A P P E A R A N C E |:.
Zoey is a total short-stop next to her Dad, standing at only 5'3 with a slim stature – she doesn't come across as particularly intimidating. Upon closer inspection you can see that her body is toned after years of physically demanding sport and activities – the palms of her hands and soles of her feet are usually calloused to some degree, and various scrapes or bruises can be seen dotted around her body most of the time; either from her varied physical activities, or sheer clumsiness. Further physical attributes left over from either her clumsiness or sports include two sunken knuckles on her right hand after having broken them (Kayaking; 8 years old); a small bump on the left side of her collarbone after having broken that (Jiu Jitsu; 13 years old); and a somewhat straight scar about 4 inches long on her right forearm, from an open fracture wound (Clumsiness – 8 months ago). More bumps and bruises are likely to follow Zoey and her cloddish ways.
Her long brown hair – almost as dark as her father's – has a natural wave to it, and can usually be seen hanging loose, or just slung into some form of messy ponytail; she's not one to put much effort into it. Make-up is also a rarity, what with her skin being quite clear and eyelashes being long and dark enough naturally. Clothing is not something she particularly fusses over either, wearing whatever looks good and is suitable for the necessary climate.
After having lived in America for so long, she has lost a lot of her native Australian accent; but with constant visits and her Dad's influence, one can still hear that familiar Aussie drawl hidden in her words.
Her long brown hair – almost as dark as her father's – has a natural wave to it, and can usually be seen hanging loose, or just slung into some form of messy ponytail; she's not one to put much effort into it. Make-up is also a rarity, what with her skin being quite clear and eyelashes being long and dark enough naturally. Clothing is not something she particularly fusses over either, wearing whatever looks good and is suitable for the necessary climate.
After having lived in America for so long, she has lost a lot of her native Australian accent; but with constant visits and her Dad's influence, one can still hear that familiar Aussie drawl hidden in her words.
.:| P E R S O N A L I T Y |:.
Zoey tends to be far more deadpan and calm than her Dad; although she certainly shares his bluntness. Although reigning it in to avoid insulting most people, she can be as blunt as she wants when it comes to her family – it's not uncommon for her to share jibes and cheeky insults with her Dad; truthful and harsh, but never taken as such, instead with a joking smile and sarcastic look. With this kind of behaviour, it's rare for them to fall out; indeed, Zoey rarely falls out with many a person. This could be that she has simply attracted friends in the past who understood that kind of tactless humour, certainly, but it would be fair to say the girl exhibits a playfulness that many could find refreshing.
Beyond her humour, Zoey has an inquisitive and even intuitive nature – having lived with just her Dad, she's learnt to pick up on small things that shows whenever he's having a bad day. While she can't exactly do this perfectly with strangers, she's quick to notice the furrowing of a brow, or a tightening of a fist. From this, she has developed a talent of being a "Good listener". She'll lend a shoulder to lean on for most, should they need it during their troubles – although reluctant to give advice on the possibility it makes things worse, Zoey will be more than happy to just sit and let them talk.
It should also be noted that for a girl who can ride a board as smooth as anything without such much as a wobble, it's astounding how clumsy she can be when just walking about; tripping over her own feet, stubbing her toes, smacking her limbs off walls or corners – she broke her nose once by falling over nothing in particular, and bouncing her head off a table. If you're in the same room with her for a long time, expect to hear some form of thud, followed by a profanity or 3.
Beyond her humour, Zoey has an inquisitive and even intuitive nature – having lived with just her Dad, she's learnt to pick up on small things that shows whenever he's having a bad day. While she can't exactly do this perfectly with strangers, she's quick to notice the furrowing of a brow, or a tightening of a fist. From this, she has developed a talent of being a "Good listener". She'll lend a shoulder to lean on for most, should they need it during their troubles – although reluctant to give advice on the possibility it makes things worse, Zoey will be more than happy to just sit and let them talk.
It should also be noted that for a girl who can ride a board as smooth as anything without such much as a wobble, it's astounding how clumsy she can be when just walking about; tripping over her own feet, stubbing her toes, smacking her limbs off walls or corners – she broke her nose once by falling over nothing in particular, and bouncing her head off a table. If you're in the same room with her for a long time, expect to hear some form of thud, followed by a profanity or 3.
.:| H I S T O R Y |:.
Zoey is aware that her father feels somewhat guilty for not being there a lot in her early years; but she doesn't hold it against him. Honestly, she can barely remember things – any strong emotions she does recall from her life as a baby are always attributed with happiness; spending time with her grandparents, and seeing her parents when they came back from a tour. She doesn't recall sadness; she doesn't recall missing her mum and dad – the one thing she does recall is her leaving Australia.
Although at the age of 5, it was hard to forget the strange look on her Mum's face; the odd feeling when she refused to give her a cuddle or a kiss like she used to when she got back from work. Even worse, when Zoey went with her Dad and never went back home. As the years passed, she grew to understand her father's decision for emigrating; and with that came a strong feeling of dislike and anger towards her mother. Although never so strong as to take over her life, it was a buried feeling that never really went away.
However, regardless of this, Zoey's life was pretty good – average, but good. She went to an okay school in California, made plenty of friends; even getting to visit her grandparents and other extended family during the holidays when she and her dad visited Australia. The last thing she expected was to suddenly become a millionaire.
Well... daughter of one, anyway.
She understood why they had to move (inner-city California was not the place to be for the suddenly rich; not the area they were staying in anyway); but it was somewhat difficult, leaving her old friends behind. From what she'd gathered from various forms of media, the teenagers in this rich, gated community, were not going to be the type she usually hung around with. Her Dad says to give it a chance, so she'll come at it with an open-mind... however, her reservations about her new community remain intact. At least Uncle Jay is nearby.
Although at the age of 5, it was hard to forget the strange look on her Mum's face; the odd feeling when she refused to give her a cuddle or a kiss like she used to when she got back from work. Even worse, when Zoey went with her Dad and never went back home. As the years passed, she grew to understand her father's decision for emigrating; and with that came a strong feeling of dislike and anger towards her mother. Although never so strong as to take over her life, it was a buried feeling that never really went away.
However, regardless of this, Zoey's life was pretty good – average, but good. She went to an okay school in California, made plenty of friends; even getting to visit her grandparents and other extended family during the holidays when she and her dad visited Australia. The last thing she expected was to suddenly become a millionaire.
Well... daughter of one, anyway.
She understood why they had to move (inner-city California was not the place to be for the suddenly rich; not the area they were staying in anyway); but it was somewhat difficult, leaving her old friends behind. From what she'd gathered from various forms of media, the teenagers in this rich, gated community, were not going to be the type she usually hung around with. Her Dad says to give it a chance, so she'll come at it with an open-mind... however, her reservations about her new community remain intact. At least Uncle Jay is nearby.
.:| O C C U P A T I O N |:.
Just a student, but wouldn't mind a part time job.
.:| H O B B I E S |:.
- Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu - She got into the sport at around the age of 5, while still in Australia. Although not competing until far older, she took to the martial art very well, thoroughly enjoying it and wanting to progress through the stages as quickly as possible; her instructors in America appreciated her enthusiasm, and very recently she received her blue belt in the discipline.
- Surfing & Kayaking - More sports she enjoys; this time with her Dad. These are entirely recreational – Zoey reckons she'd lose interest if she went into competitions for them.
- Road Trips - Ah, nothing better than the open road, some rock music, and good company. Although she can easily get those last two things at home, there's something exciting about driving nowhere in particular.
- Spoopy Scary Skeletons - Well, maybe not the song, but scary stuff. Halloween, horror movies, the paranormal – anything with an air of mystery or danger always thrills Zoey and her superstitious ways. Also, who is she kidding, the song is awesome.
.:| R E L A T I O N S H I P S |:.
Gabriel Clarke – Father – Her Dad means the world to her; she knows the shit he's been through in his life, and she loves him all the more for putting it aside to raise her by himself. Now and then she's annoyed at some of the rules he lays out, but that's generally the case for any healthy father-daughter relationship. Regardless of that, she'll love till the day she dies.
Charity Black – Estranged Mother – The less said about this one, the better. Zoey feels far more animosity and bitterness towards her mother than Gabriel does; she can't see herself forgiving Charity for the way she treated herself and her Dad.
Jameson Jones - Family Friend - She knows her Dad's ex-army bud by Uncle Jay, as she has done since a young child. He's spent enough time with herself and her Dad to pretty much be a part of the family.
Charity Black – Estranged Mother – The less said about this one, the better. Zoey feels far more animosity and bitterness towards her mother than Gabriel does; she can't see herself forgiving Charity for the way she treated herself and her Dad.
Jameson Jones - Family Friend - She knows her Dad's ex-army bud by Uncle Jay, as she has done since a young child. He's spent enough time with herself and her Dad to pretty much be a part of the family.
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