Name: George Marshall

Age: 19

Personality: Before his ascension, George was a fun-loving, studious college student. He worked part-time at the school newspaper, made friends and enjoyed his time day-to-day without much worry. He was eager to chase women, with mixed success, and had a core of good friends and an expansive body of friendly acquaintances. He is still highly competitive in everything he does, though fortunately learned at a young age the myriad benefits of sportsmanship and courtesy. He still has a dislike for authority, a strong distaste towards dogmatic beliefs and a lack of open-mindedness, and respects free thought and innovation. He is quick to laugh, and a temper to balance. He is direct, and dislikes beating around the bush in most things. He is always quick to act, preferring to trust his improvisational skills when a problem arises rather than make plans that fall apart at the first unforeseen hurdle. Despite this, in every individual task he does he strives for perfection, sometimes at his detriment, often to his advantage. He considers himself a utilitarian, and judges actions intellectually on the grounds of greatest possible good, but like every human, especially every college sophomore, he often compromises his beliefs for hedonistic reasons. A result of this philosophical position is that he has become rather frugal, to an almost detrimental degree, always searching (or imagining) a better value around the corner. He is, however, not unaware of his failings: George rightfully prides himself on understanding himself, and strives for self-improvement constantly, with typically varying success. George is a paranoid man, and despite his propensity for quick action he spends a great deal of his free time thinking about possible dangers, real or imaginary. He is slow to trust friends, despite the speed at which he makes them, and truly opens up to very few people. He has, currently unbeknownst to him, an affection for power and control, not only for its ability to enable him to do good, but for its ability to assuage his paranoia and let him direct things the way he finds satisfactory.

Interests: He is a military man, through and through. He isn't brave enough to actually fight, not really, but he has a fascination and an excellent knowledge of military matters. He finds history fascinating, especially as it pertains to military matters, and he always tries to not only learn about the intriguing secrets of the past but to apply them to himself in his quest for self-improvement. His hobby, besides engaging in the college social life, is firearms. He loves them, both for their practical applications in protecting himself and acting as a salve for his paranoia, and also just as objects, in the same way someone may love cars or trains (interests George has just never understood, really). He owned several firearms, before his death, and frequently shot with friends and family.

History: Born in rural New Hampshire to moderately wealthy parents, George had a normal life. He went to a good school, made friends, and earned good enough grades to be accepted into a competitive college. He spent his free time playing sports, socializing with his peers, surfing the internet, and reading prolifically. He had a string of short-lived relationships, truncated not by any particular drama but just changing personalities and the tribulations of high-school, and later college, life. He worked part time at a gun store, a job he lauded over his peers who were being paid minimum wage to flip burgers. His quirks arose slowly through his life: like most deep-rooted personality traits, he had no specific triggering event. He was always paranoid, encouraged by his family's old house and his status as an only child. His quest for self-improvement is likely a result of a competitive edge and his parent's insistence on the idea that anyone, if they work hard enough, can achieve great things. His love of firearms and matters military is much more easily traced, to his Great-Uncle, who would not only spoil him rotten for the decade before he died of pancreatic cancer, but would take him shooting on the expansive family property.

Appearance: George is tall and thin. His brown hair varies wildly, cycling from a buzz cut to an untidy nest of hair as he procrastinates getting a haircut. His eyes are wide and brown, his skin tanned several shades darker than its normal pasty complexion. He tries to remain fit, finding that a light jog is an excellent way to dissolve stress, and a good way to let him sate his smoldering paranoia. He has a wide smile that he wears frequently. He dresses in business casual wherever he goes, preferring a casually-worn button up to a t-shirt. He has bad posture, partially a result of his height and a desire to remain near the level of his peers, and partially because of unadulterated laziness. He walks quickly, and frequently catches himself whistling or humming to himself, a habit he wishes he could quit, but so far has not been able to. He is attentive when listening, subdued when silent, and animated when talking on subjects that interest him. He has a personality that alters between blending in and filling the room, and he has learned when to do either, at least among his own peers.

Notes: Partially WIP, I'm not entirely happy with it, and I need to go to sleep. I'll edit tomorrow after class.

Name: Kaya Uwais

Age: 16

Personality: Kaya, by her history in the Old Days, lived an incredibly simple life with her mother in a small village in Malaysia, one of many amalgams of tribal lifestyle kick-started into modernism. While she did tend to look at things more optimistically in the past, her rather...traumatic ascension has left her a fearful young lady, and so everything and everyone that isn't within her sphere of influence is treated with some degree of prejudice. Because of her upbringing, she cannot conceptualize very technically advanced things, but creatures, trees, tools...the basics, essentially, of what a village child could learn.

Interests: Her last memories, prior to the Ascension, were those of giggles and laughter. There are days to celebrate cousins' marriages, days to celebrate the arrival of rain, days upon days to worship something that Kaya was now : God. Still, to be living only at the very outskirts of civilization has created a sense of work, and so, her focus is on life itself - the existence of souls in a dramatic play is what excites her the most, between the losses and the victories of life and death, good and evil, self-worth and self-actualization. Festivities take a close second.

History: Kaya, despite having a name incredibly different from those of her sisters, cousins, nieces, and friends, had lived quite a happy life. Her father was some Caucasian, US sailor who struck lucky on an outpost, and probably got himself a real family back home, but regardless of that, Kaya managed to live her life in relative peace. The only real threats within the village were sickness and famine, both of which were easily solved thanks to humanity's invasive innovations. What came down to the crux of her life was how she began to just...watch people. Their lives seemed so complete with a father to pass on the knowledge, with uncles and grandfathers to speak of, with doubly more cousins to party and have fun with. So it was on a trip to see her father, finally, that she came flying through planes and sitting through taxis and buses, all ready to meet her father. She was so excited, even when her mother was only by then a jar of ashes from a bad case of smallpox. She was wearing her best white blouse and a long, flowery skirt...she'd be complete, she told herself...

Appearance: Kaya stands at 5'4, a just about the average height for most in her village, and has the same high-cheekbones, sharp chin, almond eyes that just about every other Asian would have. Only, because of her father's legacy, she has some pretty light-brown irises and occasional auburn streaks in her hair, and fair skin that would make many other village girls glance a second time before popping up the question : "Who's your dad?"

Notes: Beyond a motor, technology is a struggle for her to understand, not unless she had some careful observation...

Realm: At first glance, her realm may appear to be just another rainforest, but everywhere one goes, there are linen wraps just waiting to be filled with the old ready to pass on, with children who didn't quite make it by an outside force of hand, with criminals living in hope to redeem themselves. Here, everyone is wrapped with same cloth from head to toe, and here their bodies are preserved for their future re-incarnations to look upon with pride or pity. Eventually, all of these bodies will come to be reclaimed by the jungle, further growing the place, further sprouting life from death.

Form: Wait...so you want a 5'4 mixed girl wearing a white blouse and a flowery dress, or...?

Other: Got no idea how you want this done, so I'll be asking questions...

Name: Ivo Shadrach, he/him.

Age: 19.

Personality: Ivo's aversion to crowds has occasionally portrayed him as a quiet individual, but he's no less social than anyone- So long as he doesn't have to deal with too many people at once. In this way he can actually end up putting more effort into seeking and maintaining conversation than most, as a chance to chat in an environment he finds comfortable might not come around often. When he feels overwhelmed, he simply vanishes into his own thoughts and keeps doing whatever he thinks is most useful for him to do. When conversing, he is prone to change the subject to something more abstract or unusual suddenly and abruptly, though he tries to avoid speaking over anyone. Ivo laughs little, but smiles very often. It is difficult to say whether he is a friendly person, partially because he treats everyone like a friend, and partially because he seems so disinterested in what people are doing in their relationships and careers, much preferring to ask about their dreams, their emotions, their fantasies and guesses.

Interests: Ivo has long wished about overcoming the inherent materialism of his Avernalese upbringing and styling himself into a spiritualist, fanning the flames of a childish belief that there really is something under the bed, that mirrors winked at you when you looked away. The commercialisation of classical monsters held no appeal to him, and Ivo has always sought out entertainment that emphasises the unknowable and the forgotten. Lovecraft's sonnets were his bedtime stories, and old chants and ambient recordings were what he defined as music. Though applying his capacious memory to science was the only way he stood a chance of passing at his public school, Ivo secretly and privately wished that he'd forget everything and discover his own beliefs about the nature of the world, and did poorly in all but mathematics, which he enjoyed for its abstract, almost otherworldly nature. He keeps himself busy with sketches and poetic records of his emotions when he's alone in a new place, neither of which will ever be worth publishing. After many attempts to apply for work in novelty shops that sold dreamcatchers and practiced crystal healing, he eventually found his employment in a factory, hand-crafting gorgeous candles and perfumed soaps. He smokes irregularly with hand-grown tobacco, though what else might be in his cigarettes is hard to say.

History: Born to an old and somber family in Avernale, Ivo was raised in the shadow of his much older brother Ezra, who was very alike to himself, almost to the point of being twins. Like Ivo, Ezra did poorly in school but quickly found work, and left the family with barely a trace when he knew he was financially secure. Though difficult at first, both of Ivos parents soon surmounted their loss, knowing that Ezra had left only to seek independence, and not because there had been a lack of love or good parenting between them. A quiet expectation permeated the family that Ivo, too, would leave when he was able and no later. Knowing that Ezra had turned out well even without a successful education, they waited patiently as Ivo's grades collapsed, and did what they could to help him when he started seeking employment. Now that he has a job, they wait, neither impatiently nor regretfully, for him to take control of his own life.

Appearance: Unimpressive. Though he's more fit than he looks from long wanders and hours of overtime work, Ivo still looks like a twelve-year-old, with a bulky body and just the faintest touch of pudge still lingering in his face. His hair is short, dark and uncombed. While travelling to work on the day he died, he was suited up in a simple blue factory work jacket and trousers, stained by wax and dyes.

Notes: ayy lmao

Realm: Empty.

Form: Human.

Other: None.

Birth name: Jonathan Sylvester Adams
Divine Name: Monad

Personality: As a human, Jonathan was quiet and obedient. He did not go against anything he could not tackle, as he was afraid. He believed that everything had a certain place in the world. At first a romantic sense of belonging, this ideal soon developed into a sense of conformity. Jonathan himself was personal unsatisfied with his place in the world, but unless he could do anything about it, he was stuck where he was. According to his own thoughts, the highest person is one who has the power to turn against all established norms, but at the time such a thought was irrelevant to him, as he didn't have what it took to move up. He could not challenge the higher authorities, therefore he was where he belonged. However, this did not mean he had to enjoy it. Throughout the days he had been miserable. He had this feeling that he was not exactly where he belonged. He was cowardly, which was why he was quiet and unassuming. He found loyalty to be important, as well as love. He wanted to find love, and held to this faint romantic hope that there was someone special for him out there. In short, he was someone who was loyal and obedient, who never seemed to question his betters, yet very bitter about his lowly position in life, and held deeply unrealistic and romantic views about how the passions of the world worked.

Interests: While not exactly a voracious reader, he read as a hobby. He had a favorite genre, fantasy, as he found the concept of heroes intriguing. It was a started when he was introduced to fantasy as a child when he first read the hobbit, and it spun from there, as he discovered more books.His favorite authors were J.R.R. Tolkien and Michael Moorcock, who were to some extent diametrically opposed. However, they were far from the only thing he read. He read a mix of modern and classics, as well as more philosophical works. Aside from reading, he would also watch movies. They were rarely anything else other than dramas or romances, and usually foreign. He thought action don't make good movies, and that horror movies are seldom of good quality. He also played pool often with his friends. He was also a fan of poetry, and mainly as a writer of one. Usually, he would write in in-rhyming iambic pentameter. He doesn't use the Internet too often, but would use them to watch movies.

History: He lived in a middle-class family. He had an older brother, Josh, who could excel. After being beaten by his brother one too many times, he gave up on trying to surpass him. He only did mediocre in school. His older brother was better than him in essentially everything, which made Jonathan bitter. He was able to get into a local community college, but Jonathan couldn't handle the work and dropped out. After dropping out of college, Jonathan was forced to take an office job, which he hates. He saw no hope of ever getting into a higher position in life. Overall, he lived a normal, mundane life.

Appearance: He has short black hair, and slightly tanned skin, and blue eyes. He is skinny and is only 5'2 in height.

Realm:Empty
Form: Human
Other: Feeling uplifted, he no longer meekly follows others.

Name: Ms. Kylie Field. She/Her

Age: 26

Personality: Shy and nervous in person, but cocky and teasing when behind a mask (Literal or metaphorical) or some other persona. She doesn't have to be the centre of attention, but doesn't want to fade into the background like she tends to do when being herself.

Interests: Your clasic Geekette - Fond of comics, video games, anime, movies, even the occasional forum-based RPG. Discussing something she's passionate about is a good way to get her to come out of her shell. She likes stories about heroes - people who struggle against but ultimately overcome hardships and obstacles. When playing a role, she tries to give her characters features beyond punchyness, and when running games tries to encourage the players to do things other than fight. She's also fond of cosplay, and picks from wider variety of archetypes, heroes, villains or interesting supporting cast. She tries to stay away from anything too fanservicey, and wouldn't admit in public to liking certain works.

History: If there's a word to describe Kylie's life before the incident, it would probably be mundane. She grew up in a house which never struggled with money, but still bought second-hand cars and didn't have too many exotic holidays. There was no real conflict in her family beyond the usual teenage angst, and sibling rivalry with her younger brother.
She did ok at school and college - not top of her class, but respectable grades eventually getting qualifications in literature and art. Kylie hoped (And still does) to get a job writing comics, or video games, or some other way to express her passions and create a world. So far, this hasn't happened, and she works at a call centre handling insurance.
Kylie lives alone in a small apartment, stuffed with books, DVDs, games consoles, collectible merchandise and usually the scattered parts of at least three cosplay projects.

Appearance: If you walked past Kylie in the street, you probably wouldn't look twice. A dark-skinned, dark-haired woman of average height. She dresses plainly - typically jeans or a medium skirt, plus a t-shirt, blouse or any other inoffensive outfit. She's not unattractive, but tends to slouch and act withdrawn. The most startling thing about her may be a bright colour in her hair, though this won't always be present.

Sometimes though, on days like today, you'll see a confident woman in an outlandish costume, and facial expression to match. Today, she's Natalia Nebula, ready to use her plasma blasts in defending the galaxy from ne'er-do-wells. Or, more precisely, to throw off some quips, pose for photographs and get some comics signed by celebrities at the Avernale comic convention.



Notes:
Yes, she knows the real Natalia is white. No, she didn't feel like dressing as Vixxxen instead just because they're both black. Yes, Vixxxen's species is highly resistent to cold. Yes, she's sure that's why her costume is mostly a bikini... (I've made these characters up, but I'm sure you can thing of equivalents from our world...)

Name: Josh "Nightmare" Payne

Age: 18

Personality: Very rash, with little to no regard of those around him, even though he pays high attention to those very people. Pretty quiet, but speaks from the heart when talking. No open regard for anything love related, and openly admits to never having a love life. Has a very poor memory, and often forgets crucial information. That or he doesn't hear it because he isn't paying attention.

Interests: A pretty typical, yet diverse geek/nerd. Played video games on a regular basis, a pretty big anime fan, DnD player and partial role player. His love for DnD came about during his primary. One of his friends, named Joe, would always play with his family, and would regale with his tales of adventure and of woe. On the birthday of that very friend, Josh, another friend named Joe and the DM, Joe, all played a version of the DnD starter box. From then on, he always loved playing the game and has run many campaigns, as well as gotten very interested in the fantasy genre.

Also, from a young age, he was an avid, and rather good writer, his favourites being dark fantasy and roleplay. From that age he wanted to become an author, but like most children's dreams they faded, but have somewhat been emerging once again (That's why I'm on this RP site xD)

He had been trying to code for God knows how long, and has since been unsuccessful. He wanted to make something to help those like him. He wanted to make something to help players of DnD create epic encounters, help writers figure out the best vocab to use (Shhhh) and he wanted to make people happy.

History: Josh was a British student in his last year of Sixth Form taking an educational trip to Avernale to study his choice of career; writing. There was everything in this city, from music to art, from technology to science - it was all in Avernale. That pulled him here, to learn the secrets of famous authors and to perfect his style of writing. That all came to an abrupt end however, on one fateful day.

On his way to a university renowned for their students in the field of writing, he boarded a bus. This bus would, supposedly take him to his destination, but that wasn't what fate had in store. Instead, the bus lost it path and sailed forwards into a gas station, killing everyone aboard and ending his dream for good. Or at least that was what he thought...

Appearance: About 6'2, with pretty clear white hair and vibrant blue eyes; easy to spot anywhere. He normally wore casual clothes - Jeans, hoodies, jackets and normal trainers, with glasses to help with his short-sightedness.

Notes: NO!

Realm: After discovering the realm, it's shape began to take form quickly. A pocket universe to suit every race, all in a single, 300m sphere. It was essentially a tiny ecosystem, complete with forests, cities, towns, soaring mountains, deserts and oceans, with great halls of stone under the Earth and a host of creatures that lived and breathed on their own, with even a scaled down version of humans to live in these places. But then their God was Josh, and things unspeakable would happen. Disaster wiped out cities, and creatures would torture and kill others. Murder, violence, poverty, hunger, death, destruction and greed would reign sometimes, and others would be peaceful; the perfect roleplay setting for a DM.

Note: as of becoming a God, the realm is still barren like others. The above is just my current visual of what it will become.

Form:

Other: His mind slowly begins to unravel everything he could never accomplish. His almost permanent writers block was lifted, and his mind flooded with endless ideas.

Name: Darren Ryder. He\Him

Age: 18

Personality: Darren wont take other people’s BS. He does what he wants, how he wants. He often blames others when things go wrong and seeks revenge. When he is put into a new environment his usual cockiness dissipates back into his old shy self. Once he adjusts to his surroundings he goes back to how he was before. Sometimes, if there is somebody he knows or likes, he can be nicer and more willing to listen to them.

Interests: Education, solitude, Magic the Gathering, Roleplay, mythological creatures (Specifically Vampires and Werewolves)

History: Darren was introduced to the concepts of Roleplay and MtG at a young age. His first deck was a Black/White deck and he still uses it today (NOTE: Black/White is based on stealing life from the opponent and gaining that life back. It also heavily abuses tokens). He loved them because they gave him a way to get away from the things he hated like people telling him what to do. Darren developed his love for Vampires when he got his first Planeswalker, Sorin Markov, who was a vampire. When he got into his first fight in 5th grade and lost half of his front tooth, he decided to focus on his education as opposed to popularity. After he made this choice, people started to call him names like nerd or geek, so he started to spend more time alone to cope with the verbal abuse. Toward the end of High School, Darren got sick of all the shit and sent it straight back at the people who tormented him.

Appearance: Darren has black hair and green eyes. He is missing half of one of his teeth, Which is broken at an angle, and constantly has his nails bit down as far as he can. He was wearing a suit, too formal for the bus, but perfect for his college interview.


Notes: Nope :P

Realm: Darren’s Realm is still grey dust.

Form: Darren still appears the way he did as a human.

Other:

Name: Alexandra “Alex” Denali. She/her.

Age: 22

Personality: Alex is very physical, but not violent. She likes tactile things: the press of a kiss, the taste of coffee, the feel of silk on her skin. Given the choice, she would go everywhere barefoot. When it comes to classes or performances, she’s good at rolling with the punches, but when it comes to dealing with people, she’s on the sensitive side—she’s not shy by any means, but her feelings are more easily hurt than she’d like to admit, and it’s hard for her to let go of something once it’s said or done, though she tries to hide it. She doesn’t look for conflict, but she’s independent enough to have come out of a family of doctors with a liberal arts degree.

Interests: Dance (enough to major in it), running, martial arts—anything that allows her to feel present and grounded in her body. She appreciates beauty and artistry and likes to surround herself with rich, vivid colors. She likes poetry—people like Neruda and Rilke for depth, and more modern poets like Billy Collins for sheer cleverness. She also became active in volunteer work for a while in college; it started as a requirement and became a hobby.

History: Alex is fairly lucky. Her home life wasn’t bad, and she doesn’t have a bad relationship with her parents, despite their occasional distress at what they consider to be a long line of questionable decisions. Her family has always lived well, having settled comfortably into the American Dream—right down to Daddy being a doctor and Ammi a successful child psychologist. She and her younger brother, Ravi, are close, though they see each other less since Alex moved into her own apartment. Alex just graduated this year and has spent the last few months attending auditions.

Appearance: Alex was born willowy, but a dancer’s dedication has made her five-foot-six frame a little more solid. She’s a third-generation American from a melting-pot of a family, but her Indo-African roots show in her loose brown curls and skin that looks half a shade too dark for the freckles smattered across her nose. She has a cluster of flowers tattooed on her right shoulder, a product both of her love of pretty things and her curiosity about the sting of a tattooist’s needle (it was a thrill, but not one she’s likely to repeat).

She likes flowy garments—loose tunics; lacy dresses; skirts that swish—but compromises when necessary. A few layered tank tops, a cluster of necklaces, and a myriad collection of jackets and cardigans make up the more practical parts of her wardrobe. She was dressed casually on the day she died in a black cotton dress scattered with sunflowers.

Notes: Alex is friendly and easy to get along with, so she’s always had lots of acquaintances, but she only has one best friend: Jericho, a quiet, reserved boy that she keeps in constant touch with—if Alex and Jericho are not together, they’re probably texting, except when Jericho’s introverted nature gets the better of him and he has to go into hermit mode. Alex’s parents despair of her ever settling down with a nice boy to start a family; when she’s feeling particularly pressured, she tells them airily that Jericho is her one and only.

Name: Carin Esposito

Age: 23

Personality:
By nature a pessimist, Carin is highly uncomfortable with any kind of spontaneity, because she assumes the worst straight away. Any plans that haven't been previously discussed with her or that are imposed on her will shine with her absence from them, as she loathes not knowing what is going on or what could happen. Her calm and polite composure and impeccable lying skills are both leftovers from her childhood, in which they were needed in order to get her through the day unscathed. Although she craves meaningful emotional connection, she can never state her true opinions or feelings in presence of persons she doesn't fully trust, which can be a big hindrance when meeting new people. Care and attachment are things that also don't come easily to her, and she tends to be more focused on her goals than the people around her( Though it depends how much they mean to her).
The biggest conflict that Carin faces is inside of her : she hesitates between what she wants and what she think must be done. Pre-accident Carin will often disregard all of her feelings towards the subject she's studying or the people she thinks she's supposed to hang out with, whereas post-accident Carin realizes that her life is her own and will finally act towards what she wants.
Another aspect of the calm and composed mask is that she always makes sure what she is wearing is formal enough-to the risk of overdressing-, and that she always feels more confident to have a layer of makeup.

Interests: One thing she has always wanted to do, and which contrasts heavily with her chemistry major, is open a bakery. As a child, the only place where she felt safe was the bakery of her neighborhood, which at the time was run by an elderly couple. She was always fascinated with how the baker managed to transform tasteless lumps of ingredients into delicious pastries, which seemed like magic to her at the time.
As a child, the areas she could play in were restrained to the tiny house her mother got after the passing of her father, and the bakery across the street. The former felt quite dull compared to the rush of excitement of a rollercoaster, and the latter's owners did not always have time to take care of a child running around the place, so the amusement park always had a special place in her heart. She loved how the horror house always took her breath away, how the clowns always knew just the thing to cheer her up and make her laugh, and how it seemed like such a brighter and more alive world than her house. Where the bakery felt like her home, the amusement park felt like she was finally living.
When it comes to movies, Carin has a fondness for horror and psychological films, since they remind her of the haunted houses of the amusement park.
Because of once again her childhood, one thing she always wanted to take up but actually never did was boxing, due to the mixed feelings between never wanting to be hurt again and her step father finding out.

History: Most things in her life went well until her father died in a car crash the day after her eighth birthday. Her mother was torn with grief and spent much of her time at the bottom of an alcohol bottle for two years. Meanwhile, Carin desperately tried to cheer her mother up, thinking that making her feel better will also fill the hole she felt getting deeper and deeper in her chest. Exactly two years after the accident, her mother brought someone home, someone from the bar she always went to after she had siphoned the alcohol in their house. He was tall and had more hair than on his chest than on his head, but most importantly, he had a glint in his eye Carin would never forget.

A little while after that when was the hitting began. Her mother's belly started to grow, and she was more excited about the baby than she ever was about Carin bringing back good grades from school, leaving the new man in her life totally in control of Carin's education. And what an education he gave. During the few years he and her mother were together, Carin learned not to show her feelings, to keep a calm and polite composure to avoid any hits, and to lie through her teeth whenever she was compromised. Meanwhile, her mother had triplets and was completely overwhelmed with them, and gave Carin no attention except when she excelled in Chemistry. The man was eventually dumped when he started to show signs of aggression towards the triplets.
Academically, Carin was good at most sciences and math, decent at english when grammar and spelling were involved-but utterly helpless when it came to redactions and essays (since her teacher always insisted on the students having their own opinions), and below average at the rest. She joined the student council as treasurer, and did a good job at stopping irationnal spending (even though she earned many students's dislike for doing so)
When she graduated high school, she voiced out her wish to start her own bakery to her mother, but soon regretted it as she completely refused to acknolwedge that wish. Instead, for the the first time in years, her mother spoke to her as if she was actually interested in her. Unfortunately for the bakery project, it was to convince her to choose chemistry as her major (like she did in college) and to not choose a man before she was done with it. Overjoyed with the attention, Carin followed her mother's advice, but soon found herself torn between what her mother's expectations of her were (and the only way she could get attention from her mother) and what she yearned to do.
Chemistry studies were harder than she thought they would be, and so she has never had much time to actually do things that she enjoyed, which with the more years that passed, only increased her frustration with the whole situation. Eventually those feelings exploded after the accident, when she realized she had just wasted her entire life doing what her mother wanted her to do.

Appearance: Carin is italian from her mother's side, her grand-grand parents being the ones who settled in Avernale, looking for peace away from the facist regime of Mussolini. She has olive skin which darkness can change from slightly tanned to pretty dark according to how much sun she gets. Her thick dark hair is often let loose, as it remains the only part of her appearance she cannot master no matter how much she tries. She often frames her black eyes with eyeliner, nature being kind enough to give her reasonably long lashes. Her nose is her dad's, straight although a bit long except from a bump in the middle (due to it being broken once), and her face shape is her mom's, heart-shaped with relatively high cheekbones.
She feels most comfortable in a tight pencil skirt and a top which depends largely on the day/occasion. Since she has inherited her mother's small height, she likes to wear heels in order not to feel like people are towering over her. (She's a 155 centimeter on a good day)
That day she was going to her last test before she graduated college, and was wearing a tight skirt that was mid thigh long and a black blouse, and a huge trench coat that swallowed her from head to toe.

Notes: Likes puns but absolutely loathe dad jokes. Wish she had a better sense of humor or socialization. Secretly loves cheesy pick up lines, but would never have the gut to tell it to someone. Quite a lot of character development throughout the story is planned, as she's learning to break free of her mother and her past.