Corrine Elizabeth Woods

Cori, simply a shorter version of Corrine. It's how she'll introduce herself even though her parents and teachers will still use Corrine.

The Ghost of Caelbury: only behind her back. A stab at not only her eerie appearance but the vain filled shell of a human being that she seems to be. She's aware of it, but tries to ignore it.

Queen of Caelbury: Some use it bitterly, some ironically, some are just telling it like it is. Unlike the ghost title, she finds it flattering. Still, she ignores it and she's not 100% how she would react to hearing it said to her face.

17

Female

Heterosexual

Senior

Wealthy: her great grandfather on her father's side was just kinda lucky. He invested into stocks for a home and furniture company. When they won big, he won big--and then used his money to start his own home and furniture company. Wood® Furniture and Interior Design grew so large and so fast, in fact, that it was able to buy out the company Great Grandpa Woods had initially invested stocks in by the time Grandpa Woods was born. Now, Wood® products--not always made of wood anymore--are the go to brand of anybody who's anybody.

Slightly above average height for a woman and thin and boy-ish in body shape, Cori could be mistaken for a model if her pigmentation wasn't so atypical. If she's outside during the day, she's wearing sunglasses--not only do they protect her sensitive eyes, they hide the strange violet from public. Also, eyes affected by albinism don't always work as well as normally pigmented eyes: Cori's are no exception. Although rare, she'll wear glasses when she's lazing around the house, but she usually wears contacts to correct her vision. She wears her white hair down, typically at her shoulders with bangs over her eyebrows. She stands at 5'7", but appears taller since she wears heals and weighs in at about 120 lbs. She carries her height and weight with a proud gait--head up, shoulders back, and a serious scowl on her lips. She tends to wear square necklines that pull attention to her shoulders and beautiful jewelry around her neck and wrists, emphasizing her status and sense of fashion. She tends to wear whites and pastels.

Cori makes a point to put appearance above almost all else. So long as it seems like she knows what she's doing, she pretty much knows what she's doing. Needless to say, when she's unsure about something, she'll take a chance and give her thoughts in an attempt have some control over what's going on. She doesn't like looking weak or unintelligent in front of other people and enjoys considering herself independent. She comes off as very serious to most people and generally humorless; she tends to carry herself as if she's better than most people. This gives her an air of arrogance and intimidation that is backed by a sharp tongue at people who irritate her.

Despite her bad attitude, she's very caring and generous to the people around her. If you need help, she won't hesitate to offer a hand even if she comes off as reluctant to do so. She at the very least knows right from wrong, but tends to give into class and society viewpoints, preferring to stick to the status quo than vouch for underdogs. All this creates a queen bee, very uninterested in screwing up her social life in her senior year.

Cori has a phobia of heights, but closer to her heart is the fear of failure. The pressure of being an only child is great enough, but peers and teachers alike are also sources of stress. She struggles to meet expectations set by others and will set higher goals if she deems the given task too "easy."

Corrine Elizabeth was born the first and only daughter to the Woods family, known for the dominance in the interior design and products industry. Her parents--the renowned Quincy Woods and former model Jennifer LeDuc--did not exactly expect such a pale, purple-eyed creature and were mostly ignorant to the pigment disorder until Corrine came along. They learned what they could, of course, and Jennifer pushed her daughter into wearing makeup relatively early. "You need some color, let's darken your eyelashes, a pretty pink for your lips," are criticisms the young girl got a lot. Still, she was never bullied even though she attended public school before attending Caelbury Academy (and perhaps it was because of her mother's attention).

So she grew to enjoy school life; outside of public school, she was enrolled in other classes, as well. Partly because they wanted their daughter to live a life rich with music and culture, and partly because Quincy and Jennifer had so little time to actually spend with her. So Corrine was always buried in schoolwork or piano classes or French classes or art classes. Despite all these, she never really had any close friends, and tended to focus on bettering herself than the others around her.

Until there was a boy, anyway. She started high school--still in public school--and he was a couple years older. He made her feel special and loved--and beautiful--and dating an older boy of course earned brownie points as far as popularity went. He was the first to call her Cori. However, he and his family were by the Woods' standards, skeezy. Neither Quincy nor Jennifer approved much and they knew the tabloids wouldn't either. So, the Woods packed up and left at the end of Cori's freshman year. For sophomore year, she was enrolled into Caelbury Academy.

At the time, she was heartbroken. The move had awakened a demanding brat that her parents could only calm with gifts and money. And, after enough clothes and makeup and new cars, Cori found the strength to get over her lost love. She grew content with Caelbury Academy and found the crowd much more relatable than the drivel at public school.

Piano recital, she was 12 years old. Both mother and father were there to watch her and she didn't catch either of them on their phone once. She doesn't remember how well she did, but she remembers the beautiful opalescent dress she wore and the pride in her parents' faces.

Less because of the fear and more because the whole story is humiliating: he "ran away" the summer her family moved to a fair. When her parents figured out where she was, they called her and told her that her mother would be there to pick her up. So she got into the ferris wheel--and got stuck at the top. When they finally got her down, she was a blubbering mess.

October 29, 1997

Scorpio

Cooler Than Me - Mike Posner
_{I got you all figured out,
You need everyone's eyes just to feel seen.
Behind your make-up nobody knows who you even are
Who do you think that you are?}

@CWoods: My biggest fear is the green text bubble.
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Cori tutors Dahlia in mathematics and being around the skater makes her feel pretty smart. She isn't exactly the richest in the class, but Cori can admire her talent in skating and her fashion sense. The girl fits in better than some of the wealthier students in all honesty, and Cori feels like she can call her a friend.

Wealthy? Check. Handsome? Check. Fellow senior? Check. There isn't much for Cori to dislike about Sly. She finds it easy to look past his limp when she looks like a ghost, too, so she feels comfortable simply talking to the guy. Considers him a friend or at least worthy peer.

There are very few people who give Cori butterflies and Sterling is one of them. He's tall, gorgeous, well-mannered, wealthy. 100% what she wants in a man. But, she finds herself at a loss for words in his presence. All she can do it is play it cool and hope she doesn't look like a total idiot in front of him.

She admires few male students in their ability to dress themselves, but Fred is one of them. She enjoys his company as well: he's easygoing and doesn't do much to complain about. However, it's painfully obvious when he's in a "mood" and it's hard for her to enjoy somber company.

Cori and Nathan are just similar and perfectly different enough for there to be tension between them. She's not mean to the guy and can respect him some ways--his sense of fashion, his confidence. However, she's curt and short with him.

Cori will accept Al as an academic student of Caelbury when he starts acting like it. His obnoxious frat boy routine is-- well, honestly, Cori kinda enjoys it. The cocky attitude, the lack of fucks to give, that jawline. But she can't admit that. So she rolls her eyes and stays out of his way. He might be in her class, but she is far out of his league.

Despite considering him an equal in status, Sebastian is kinda...not all there in her opinion. And if you aren't careful, he's violent. Honestly, he's someone on Cori's "avoid" list, but she doesn't have anything against him personally.

He's quiet and mostly unassuming. They might both be seniors but Cori can't say she knows the guy.

A rare exception to her apathy toward underclassmen. Cori couldn't have some commoner taking over the throne she was building come sophomore year, so she cozied up to Julia. Confident, rich, beautiful: a perfect heir to the Caelbury throne. However, her fire burns much hotter than Cori's cold shoulder, and she'll be able to stir a lot more interest as a senior, Cori is sure.

A tall and cute underclassman, but his sense of "style" and unrecognizable name makes him irrelevant to Cori.

Some artsy-farsty junior commoner is a little below Cori's notice. At least, as far as Cori is concerned, but it is a small school meant for elites, so ironically the girl's plain face and...style stands out as at least recognizable. As long as Maria stays out of Cori's way, everything should be just peachy.

A preppy little junior commoner should be beneath Cori's notice but this girl shines like the freaking sun. In comparison, Cori is a dark storm cloud trying to dull the light a bit, but the girl just hasn't learned her place.

Finnegan Alexander

Finn - The go to nickname for anyone named Finnegan, he uses this in his everyday conversations, and pretty much everyone calls him it.
Alexander - A few people around Caelbury call him by his last name, though not many.
Spielberg JR - A name that Finn get's behind his back, it stems from his talent in the film department, and the camera that is constantly around his neck.

16

Male

Heterosexual

Junior

Gifted - Finn comes from a normal family in terms of socioeconomic status, meaning that he had no hope of attending Caelbury even though his family isn't poor by any means. However Finn got in via his skills with film, being a gifted cinematographer and script writer, and having created more than a few short films that killed at festivals around the world.

Finn is pretty attractive by today's standards. His style can best be described as grungy. He wears black converse with holes in them, and he's probably always wearing a pair of joggers. In the top department, a flannel and a white undershirt are common, but hoodies aren't unheard of. His eyes are a stormy grey, and intense, with the spark of creativity in them. He has a smattering of freckles across his nose, along with a scar on his chest from a camping incident. Height wise he's decently tall at about 6'2, and pretty slim at about 160 pounds. Finn's ever present smile shows off faint dimples, and straight teeth that are the result of four years of braces.

While not heavily muscled, Finn has faint muscle definition, the result of weekly gym trips and a good deal of missed meals from staying up working on his newest project. His dirty blonde hair is unruly, and he sometimes covers it with a beanie, though most of the time he just lets it be, flattening it with water and going about his day.

What is there to say about Finn Alexander? Finn would describe himself as a paragon of creativity, the next da Vinci, and quite possibly a fallen angel. Most people would start with narcissistic. Then they'd move on to sarcastic. And then they'd say creative genius. Each one of those is true. Finn is extremely cocky, a defense mechanism to deal with the insecurities he faces, being surrounded by geniuses and billionaires. His humor is of the sarcastic nature, dry and quick.

As a friend, Finn is an acquired taste. He means well, and he's loyal, though he can get wrapped up in his projects and forget about important events. However he's extremely apologetic to those he cares about, and despite his forgetfulness, he always remembers people's birthdays. He thinks that loyalty is very important, and is of the mentality that snitches, and anyone who betrays their friends, is a waste of space. Among other issues, he has some issues with authority, and is often reluctant to be bossed around.

Finn's biggest fear is being unsuccessful and fading into oblivion, unmemorable and irrelevant. He hates thinking that he might not make it in life, seeing as how the film industry is an unforgiving one that is hard to break into. Although this fear has been assuaged somewhat by his attendance at Caelbury, he still wakes up in a cold sweat from a nightmare that involves no one attending his funeral.

Finn was born to two parents in the lovely San Diego General Hospital. His parents were happy for a short while after his birth, but shortly after, they began bickering, something that had been around before he had. By the time he was three, he and his mom had left his father and were living with her family. His mother never spoke much about their time with his father, and he didn't see him for a few years. Eventually he popped back into the picture, when Finn was seven, and his mother was remarried. He found that he couldn't stand his father, and it wasn't long before he came to resent the man who'd been a stranger for four years.

By the time Finn was 12 he wasn't in a great place. He had friends, even a girlfriend, if you could call her that at that age, but he wasn't very happy. He'd stopped seeing his dad and it had resulted in a nasty outburst from his father. However that changed when he was placed into a media course at his school, a course which he excelled in. His mom bough him a video camera that Christmas, and from that point, no one in his home went long without debuting in one of his short films. By the age of 14, Finn was entering short film contests and blowing the other contestants out of the water, with original scripts and bombshell cinematography. He stumbled across one film festival that offered a prestigious scholarship to the Caelbury Academy as the grand prize and he decided to try it out. To his surprise he won, and he was enrolled at the school for his freshman year.

Finn's time at Caelbury has been stellar. He's become one of the more popular students, and his creativity has flourished while there. Despite his lack of wealth, he hasn't faced too much injustice, although one group of filthy rich kids seem to get a bad taste in their mouth whenever he walks by. He hasn't seen his dad in a few years, but if it bothers him, it doesn't show.

Finn's favorite memory is probably receiving the letter that he'd won the scholarship, seeing as how he knew that Caelbury was a gateway to success.

January 14, 1999

Capricorn

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Julia Marie Fenswait

Jules- This is a name that only her family calls her. She loathes it, and will ruin you if you call her it.
Caelbury's Princess- A name that Julia gets behind her back, she secretly enjoys that people think of her as royalty.

16

Female

Bisexual

Junior

If Julia isn't wealthy then she doesn't know what is. Fenswait Tech is a company started by Julia's father when he was college student. The company is one of the most popular brands in the world, and makes everything from smartphones, to smartwatches. Julia's family is definitely in the upper 1% of America, and her Caelbury tuition wasn't even a dent in the family fortune.

Everything about Julia oozes confidence. From her perfectly done golden hair, to her intense blue eyes that have made many a freshman run away in fear. Her skin is clear, the result of a constant and rigorous beauty regimen. Her hair is always done down, because she believes pony tails are lazy, and her makeup is always carefully applied. She's rather average height for a girl her age at about 5"9, although she walks in a way that makes others feel a lot smaller than she is. She's also very slender, weighing in at 125 lbs.

Julia's sense of style is that of the rich and famous. She only wears name brand items, and her clothes are all very new. Her main color palette is pink and white, though it isn't uncommon to see her rocking some blue, or even the occasional black. She's always dressed to impressed, and takes her outfits very seriously.

An average outfit for Julia

On the outside, Julia is a confident, self absorbed, slightly skanky, bitch. She's rude, often shouting insults at people who piss her off. Every girl wants to kill her, help her, and be her simultaneously, and the boys want nothing more than to be her next fling. She walks around like nothing in the world could harm her. Her outlook on life is one of cynicism, and she's a notorious pessimist, shooting down ideas before you can say "Great idea!" She's your classic mean girl, Regina George but scarier, and maybe a bit prettier.

However, on the inside, Julia is very different. She's wary of others, and is terrified of failing. The confidence she exudes is nowhere to be found, although the negativity is still there. She doesn't like to get close to anyone, for fear that they'll run away, and she believes that love is nothing but a children's story. The Julia on the inside is vulnerable, and slightly nicer, but no one has seen that, and she doesn't plan on letting anyone see it.

Julia's biggest fear is people leaving her. Ever since her mother left she's been to afraid to let people in, for fear that they'll crush her heart and run away, just like her mom. It's the main reason for her behavior, although she'll never admit it. Julia Fenswait is too flawless to be afraid of abandonment.

Julia came into this world to two loving parents, a tech tycoon named David Fenswait, and his wife Natalie. And hard as it is to believe, Julia was happy for a few years. She was a very creative little girl, always drawing or playing the grand piano in her family's home. And then her world was shattered. It was if someone had been watching her life unfold from outside her snowglobe of a world, and then, they dropped it. Because after a six year old Julia walked in on her mom with the family's butler, everything changed. She of course didn't know what was happening, though her father had had his suspicions about his wife's faithfulness. When Julia told him that Mommy had been with the butler, well, he put two and two together. Her mother ran away, with the butler, out to California of all places. And she left Julia with the knowledge that she had destroyed her family.

The years leading up to Caelbury were formative for the tech heiress. She became cold, and found that the fairy tales that her father read her did not bring her any joy. They were all lies anyway. When she began school at Caelbury, this only got worse. She was forced to become cold to play the social game that high school is, the "Dance of Death," as she likes to call it. She was quickly taken in by the rich kids, the ones who scoff at the commoners. She even found herself taken under the wing of an upperclassman, Cori Woods. Though none of this had made her the slightest bit happy. In fact, she can't honestly remember the last time she was happy.

When she was five, her mother and father took her to a fair and she got to ride the carousel. It's one of the only memories she has of her family together and happy.

The day her mother left. She remembers a lot of screaming, and crying, and begging on her father's part. The worst part is the feeling that it was all her fault.

December 13, 1999

Sagittarius

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Frederick Ignacio Pierre Conway III

Fred

18

Male

Heterosexual

Senior

Wealthy.

The Conway & Garrison Dispute Resolution Services LLC is one of the biggest law firms situated in New York City, run by none other than two of the most illustrious lawyers in the city, Michelle Garrison and of course, Fred's mother, Alicia Conway. The private company stood resolute to its name since 1973 – the dawn of its prime inception back when both Conway's and Garrison's fathers were still CEO & co-CEO respectively. However, all of the wealth Fred is receiving from his mother is conjoined along with the benefits from his father. While divorced, it didn't stop Fred from visiting his father from time to time. Eric Conway is a CTO of a financial institution which is also located at New York City. He has been a part of the company for nearly 30 years and have been kindheartedly offered his retirement plan since his age is at its peak (60 years old). Nevertheless, Eric refused and continued to work, primarily to provide everything and win his son from his former wife. Since their divorce, Alicia and Eric have been constantly fighting for their son's favoritism.

While not having unique orange locks, ridiculously deep blue eyes and a physique matching to a Greek god, Fred's forehead for sure is something to be marveled at. It is said by many that his forehead have been a sacred wonder of the world ever since the commencement of civilization. Nevertheless, no one knew the genesis of its formation, not even the slightest of facts. Jokes aside, it is understandable how his hairstyle is often trimmed to the sidelines and not at the anterior strands. That's apparently because of how he wanted his forehead to be concealed and at the same time, assume that it isn't a part of his physical figure. Fred will always worry about his looks. Even when he denies unwanted commentaries about it, he will still let them become a basis on how he can improve himself in terms of looking good as he believes that even he is reluctant to let others influence his physical appearance, there will still be a part of him that will look up to their opinions and reflect it upon himself.

From the surface, Fred stands roughly at 176 cm – fairly average for a height of his current age – and weighs at about 74 kg. The shape of his face somewhat resembles an inverted triangle structured by proportional cheekbones and a rather flat chin. He has dark brown eyes and thin eyebrows on top of them. His body build is nothing of the special kind, seeing how average it is overall with a framework consisting of narrow shoulders, a set of lean muscles a tad slim exterior. Fred does go to the gym sometimes but as much as he is invariably concerned about his looks, he is actually comfortable on how his body is shaped.

In terms of his clothing style, one could safely say that he is a bit extravagant, noticing how he regularly feeds himself with fashion trends along with what's new and what's hot. He can wear anything as long as it's appealing for his minimum standards and doesn't go beyond his gender's scope. He always wear glasses since he was diagnosed with Myopia at an early age. Mainly, famous people and the media are grounds for his clothing style but there are actual times when he won't fuss about it overall and just generally not give a single care in the world.

Comedic sarcasm, badly mimicked Australian accents and dozens and dozens and dozens of pop culture references that are always poorly executed. Those are some of the noteworthy accounts one is able to list when taking a glimpse of Fred's character. Most don't really define him as a person in a more authentic prospect but some can clearly understand why he's frequently being referred as such, even when meeting him for the first time as his absurd antics have always been leaving sustainable impressions.

Altogether, he is a person whom one can easily get along with save for at least the times when he's out of his usual mood. His time spent in the academy had given him a reputation for being the extravagantly innocent person who wouldn't dare smacking a single fly (obviously because they're dirty and disgusting). Some even assumed he's indirectly sinister with his sudden scowls and sarcastic remarks but those are just a part of his comical qualities as he was never regarded to be someone who takes violence as an option. Fred occasionally gets angry but when he does, he gets past it quite easily and moves on to forgive and forget if needed be. That's because he doesn't want to possess a kind of grudge that will forever be implanted inside of his lively persona. It's not essential and if someone manages to piss him off, he'll simply just move away and not let the anger overflow him and influence his actions.

Although having a mischievously friendly character helps him to be a part of the social ladder, Fred suffers from mild depression,masquerading it in the form of his displayed persona. It is mostly the result of his parents divorcing. Fred wasn't in favour of it from the start, given how he fondly cherished the times he spent together with his parents. The decision left him to be alone with no one he could genuinely spend his life with as his parents are constantly busy with their businesses let alone having neither a sister nor a brother. Being alone is what's been keeping him afraid and paranoid, and it's the main reason why he often surrounds himself with people he may or may not be friends with. It's difficult to create a false sustenance, knowing that being with different people is something he didn't want doing but it helps him through a considerable amount. It somehow serves as a drug he can depend on when he's in the pain of loneliness.

Ever since Fred's parents filed up a divorce, he started to become more and more afraid of being lonely. Other than that, he fears insects and anything that looks excessively dirty.

Originating from the concrete jungle famously known as the city of New York, it is perhaps evident that a child such as Frederick would be developed as an adventurous individual whose influences derive from various urban exploits and the immense populace stretching across the entire metropolitan. However, Fred's childhood wasn't frequently spent at the outside world. His parents' strict supervision was a prime factor which forbade any unwanted influences to ever defile their child's growing mind. Letting their child become a junkie or a delinquent running from the city's authorities were the least of their wishes, or perhaps something they truly hoped to never happen. Nevertheless, their strictness was subjective and wasn't the roughest kind. They both loved their child given that he was the only one existing among the small family. Perhaps their love was so sincere and genuine that it ultimately became the main cause of their marriage's downfall.

From being a senior partner of her firm, Alicia Conway's rank was soon moved along with her partner, eventually becoming corporate managers of one of the largest and well-known law firms of New York City. But as years went by and the dynasty the Conways and Garrisons kept sustaining for the sake of firm's pertinence, Alicia needed a successor, someone who held a considerable amount of willingness to uphold the firm's name and its established recognition. Despite being the only candidate of the family and even when there were other relatives who showed great potential, Alicia's personal bias was placed upon Fred, knowing that her relevance couldn't be supported any better than his own blood. However though, Alicia wasn't the only one who needed a successor as her husband Eric was also in dire need of one.

As a CTO of a financial corporation and also, as a man who was nearing his limit as a working citizen, Eric needed retirement, but he wanted his reputation to be maintained once he takes his permanent leave. Nothing would've been better than letting his son Fred to take the veil of his responsibilities and replace him as CTO. Sure he knew it would take time to input his vast attainments onto his only child but he was a patient man and as long as the path for his replacement is clear, there wouldn't be anything that might bother him other than the his retirement pensions. The main problem wasn't their retirements going together by coincidence but because of how selfish they were as parents, giving their child a false prospect of ambition.

The start of their arguing was by the time they shared their plans for retirement, profoundly surprised about how they both wanted their son to become a successor of their separate companies. By that time, Fred was an adolescent but wasn't yet mature enough to carry out a decision by himself, especially a decision that could prevent any arguments from ever causing any more trouble between his mother and father. Unfortunately, Alicia and Eric's arguments only got worse, eventually leading to their separation and the beginning of their son's phase of loneliness. Fred started to change himself, trying to comprehend a mature subject that caused the destruction of their parents' marriage. He understood little by little and he did change himself, becoming a more extroverted individual from his silent and docile disposition.

Through the years, Fred eagerly dealt with his parents' separation but even his actions weren't able to fix the problem. He started to lose hope, became depressed and even grew a small ounce of hatred towards his parents, knowing how greedy and obsessed they were with their own reputations. Fred didn't show any of those feelings however, but he wanted to prove something, he wanted to attain a great deal of success and tell them how worthless their reputations are. Enrolling to Caelbury was originally his idea, knowing from research that the academy was known to be the workshop for successful people. He was certain he could create his own foundation there, but like his father, Fred was patient. Only time can tell his chances.

No favorite memory worth mentioning since Fred isn't the outgoing type of person until he reached adolescence. However, one of the times he cherished the most was when his parents were still together.

The days when his mom and dad constantly argued and the time when they finally settled for a divorce.

20th of July, 1996.

Cancer

Twitter: @FredCnwy3
Instagram: @FredKrueger

Hanna Oswin

Oz
Ozzy
Han

18

Male

Homosexual

Senior

Gifted

Forgettable. An apt way of putting Hanna in a box and Hanna's okay with that box. More than okay. It makes him ecstatic. Lean, skinny, with muscles out of necessity rather than vanity. When a doctor tells you if you don't get some kind of mass, and continue having a diet consist of crap, crap, and more crap, then you're not going to live past 30. And if you do, good luck with the rest of your life. So, for a shut in, what's the best solution to that problem? Get a treadmill and hack yourself a senior discount at the local grocery store for all those lovely organic veggies and what not. Leaving soda behind, however, was a nightmare and Hanna quickly tried to substitute it with unhealthy doses of coffee. Of which his mother decided, no, that's not going to happen and bought him a variety pack of different teas.

Hanna approaches fashion as one approaches a work of art, having no sense of what the hell that Dali painting means and how it got there in the first place. Most people of a better fashion sense call Hanna's style Hobo Chic Aesthetic, or WoW Addict Vogue (Clean Version). It mostly consists of numerous amounts of sweatshirts, hoodies, sweaters, jackets, and baggy pants of an all kind variety. Mostly in the colors black, grey, dark grey, light grey, or brown. Underneath it's usually a button up that's two sizes too large because his mother thought he'd grow into them. She thought wrong.

Of all things, Hanna's features could be considered striking, in a 'he could be handsome but I really don't know' kind of way. Honestly, though, Hanna's just a bit plain with a flare of 'exotic', as his mother's boss calls him (she just strains a smile and keeps from punching him), due to his father's ethnicity and ancestry. Wide, green eyes tend to draw the most attention; it doesn't help that he either always looks like a kicked puppy or a crack addict, depending on who you talk to. Most of his features usually hide behind a laptop screen, or in the shadows of a hood, lessening the sharpness of his jaw, prominent lips and coarse, curly hair—it's always short due to the difficulty it poses when long.

Just a lot of things for the simplicity of it. Hanna likes simple. It means he doesn't have to deal with complications and if some do arise, they're usually relatively easy to handle. Low risk; low reward. That's how he likes to approach most things that aren't his laptop or on the internet. Though maybe simple lacks the change he needs, but Hanna likes that his slouch brings him from a 5'9" to a 5'7", or that people tend to consider him invisible. It eases Hanna's anxiety by miles when no one bothers to even look at him.

"I see you in your ivory towers, singing hymns I sang in my slumber.
And I'm here, stuck under thorns, bending in prayer."

The silence carries his smiles under the hush of voices in dimly lit hallways. Rolled in Persian rugs, laughter dusted underneath with all the grey and the dirt. Bent at the knee in quiet prayer. For solitude. For courage. For strength. Give me fruitful labor and let me lead my life unbound, yet chained to your will.

No one knows the lash of oppression quite like Hanna Oswin and his father before him. Vast intellects, stretching miles and stars and flesh, crammed into a scrunched up, frail body of an unwilling devout man. And his son beneath him, set at the bent knees of his father to look up at what the people demanded of him. At the shining crowns of golden emperor's in their pure, cream white glory or the bearded man speaking in tongues wondering of faith and god.

And when father gave up, what was his son to do? When picking up pieces made every facet of your being. When purpose dwindled down to making sure papa ate and drank and slept. A child has nothing other than to curl in on himself, and make sure the nasty world that broke Atlas down and crushed Atlantis into the ocean depths couldn't reach him. They couldn't see him and his shaking, frailty, hidden under a mother's skirt when she wanted to do the same. Not knowing of what bearded men said to their own, or what dusty kings on salt thrones meant when they said things of God and hacks and blind miracles, turning lead into gold through prayer.

The son knew nothing but what his father showed him of the world, through the vicarious eyes of a child. Thus the world wasn't meant for him and the sun never rose, so dawn never broke. And now the world, in it's darkness, wants nothing more than his complete obedience, to monitor and censor every word from his mouth, to hollow him out and put someone better in his place. Better. Not this shaking child afraid of the door and the sun and the air.

Suddenly, the strings and the hand and the wood seems far better an option than living crippled by fear.

Family full of immigrants? Check. Father lacking any sense of America's spoken language? Check. A mother who has to translate literally everything into Arabic? Check. A grandfather with a crippling sense of faith and a nasty attitude toward his daughter-in-law, despite the fact that she pays his medical bills? Oh, check times a thousand.

Military lad or lady falls in love with the on base computer tech, who suffers from a terrible lack of confidence, has a child, gets married, and then gets discharged for an injury that was hereabouts fatal. She survived, hurrah, then honored with a purple heart and left to live her life. Mostly, though, her life consisted of paying for frequent medical bills to a father in law that hated her, had diabetes, and required frequent dialysis.

That, in a nutshell, began Hanna's life from Egypt to San Francisco, California where, his mother, Rowena Oswin's family all presided. To say the entirety of her marriage dropped a bombshell on her family might have been the understatement of the century. What more, Rowena brought news of her recent pregnancy, thus bringing Hanna Oswin into a constant state of tumult. Both father and mother lived continuously under bombardment from both parents, of injury, of faith, of raising a child with little money to offer themselves. And Hanna came born into all of it.

Yet, both parents spent their time giving him something. Giving him time and love. Making sure he knew who he was and where he came from. And maybe skirting the edges of what most conservative parents with rather strict religious backgrounds would attempt. But Rowena was a practicing Buddhist and Hanna's father, Aabir, was a tentative Muslim. Tentative being practicing, but not quite as devout as his father wanted him to be and not quite as sacrilegious as Aabir's boss demanded he be.

Unfortunately, with the state of things, Hanna couldn't hide from all of it, no matter how well they'd hid him. And suddenly Mrs. Oswin reprimanded Rowena for brainwashing their grandson with hocus pocus, mumbo jumbo; Mr. al-Enezi reprimanded Aabir for denouncing his faith by not strictly teaching his child respect, and devotion to his religion. Despite his parents' wishes, Hanna was stripped and torn both ways in subtleties and circumventing. Navigating around both parents to teach a kid conflicting views of right and wrong while exposing him to continuous arguments and yelling over the phone about this and that—financial instability and prejudice slurs. It scared Hanna. It put him in a shell and told him never to come out again. And though his mother stood proudly, confident, assertive, and so set in her ways, Hanna watched first hand his father crumble.

Yet, the man took his time to teach Hanna everything he could about technology. About computers and science. About the way things worked in the world. It hurt worst of all because Hanna looked to his father and saw a beacon of knowledge and wisdom; a font for which Hanna could gather answers upon answers to any of his questions. And he'd be taught for all he was worth.

Despite the cumbersome ordeals both families put their children and their grandson through, Hanna cultivated his love and his knowledge for computers with a fire. At the age of five he was already hands deep in hardware, learning words and meanings and clearly lining wires and circuits. It was difficult, he may or may not have gotten burned a few times, but this opened a world of endless, ceaseless dreams to a young boy who could barely count to twenty. Not necessarily a child savant, and mostly guided by his father's ever hovering hands, Hanna quickly took to algorithms and coding and before he could even enroll in school, Hanna's life revolved around computers in the best possible way. Soon enough, Aabir took his child swiftly out of first grade and sat him down to teach his child himself (possibly the only thing Hanna's grandfather approved of). From then on, it was less about learning how to read books and more about learning how to read code, binary, python, the entire works of programming including building up to calculus and complicated algorithms.

When she could, Rowena always came around to teach her son what her husband missed in his enthusiasm. After all, more knowledge and education could only help cultivate his budding talent.

As the years drove on and young Hanna took more and more into his mind, a vast database of computing knowledge, Aabir began to wilt. What work demanded of him, what prejudiced coworkers and bosses thought of him and tore form him piece by piece, began to eat away at Aabir. And eventually, when Aabir's own father died of kidney failure, he crumbled and broke and asked himself what faith, what science, what this world gave him. Suddenly, all he could see were his wife and child and, though that was enough to continue living for as long as they needed him, that wasn't enough to continue with passion and purpose. Eventually, Aabir broke completely and he became a shell of the man he used to be, driven to alcohol and utter silence, utter compliance, and an entire lack of faith that he once looked toward for guidance.

For Hanna, that moment defined his personality. It shaped him into what he would become and what he felt was an inevitable. Hanna grew scared of life, grew scared of what it could do and what it could turn people into. Though his mother remained vibrant, he took the hardship of caring for his father for what it really was: the world telling him that the man lying in his bed refusing to eat or drink was going to be him. That the purpose of this was to show him who he'd become. Hanna's father crumbled, from an golden idol to the remnants of Pompeii.

Computers became all Hanna could do for a long time. It became who he was when he wasn't with his father. The things he created with formulas, numbers, letters, codes, consumed his life until it molded a life of his own. Soon, Hanna's sights set on various small company pages, various sites with untouched bugs and botched lines in their algorithms. What once was picking up the pieces of his life became picking up the pieces of others. From there Hanna grew, hacking into various small company websites and fixing their processes and pages, finding bugs in small app updates or things on steam that stumped various indie game developers. And then it grew from there, and Hanna dove into various networks and companies to pick up their pieces, to adjust their coding, not because he was better than them, saw better than them, but because his life was rife with problems, issues, and things that Hanna just couldn't fix that crushed him. What he could fix, though, was computers, software. He could walk in and walk out with things patched and renewed, with maybe a minor bug here or there (hey, being a perfectionist and a programmer was a near impossibility, in fact it was a death sentence), but with most of the larger issues all nice and clean.

It wasn't until he hit the big names that the spotlight shown on Hanna. Young 16 year old waltzing into Facebook's network and walking out as if he didn't just fix the a site crash kinda made you think, 'Huh, why is that kid not my employee?' the same could be said for Google, when shielding the massive company from a hip young 30 year old hackers who thought they were all that. Of course, that put a spotlight right where Hanna didn't want it and suddenly people wanted to one up him (and they did, plenty of people did), but that also meant he was a target. Not only for companies to snatch him up and squeeze what they could from the kid, but also hackers and malicious assholes with a knack for causing havoc with a laptop. His parents were at risk, his father wallowing in his grief couldn't rightfully defend himself.

Which was exactly why Hanna took what opportunity he could and shipped himself off to Northern California's Elite Rosewood Academy, Home for the Gifted, where he found himself not only a student, but a prime candidate for the enforcing the school's cyber infrastructure. Yet, they only found a kid who they could exploit and use to their whims. And maybe they offered a little help, seeing as Rosewood Academy's own dean was married to a current director of a CIA bureau somewhere in So-Cal. That meant his parents were practically off the radar and he could do them as many favors as he could... no matter how awful they were.

Eventually, it became more than a burden to bear and when Caelbury proposed a counter offer with less blackmailing, Hanna took it. And thus it landed him as a full time student, able to further hone his gift at an institute that didn't look to exploit him. Or, he hoped.

"Mom, you look gorgeous."

She bit her lip, white canine threatening to draw blood for how nervous she was. Renewing her vows. Not only that but renewing her vows in front of her son. And maybe. Maybe that meant Aabir would come out of his own shell too because seeing two gorgeous faces smiling for her, for them, that meant the world. More so than that. Just seeing them happy meant everything.

And when they said those words again. And the way his face lit up. Suddenly, Hanna was a little boy again, wondering what this card did in a computer or this or that with his father hovering above him, smiling just that smile he was seeing, and telling him, "You'll get their, shamsi," and meaning it. Both he and his mother would keep this moment for eternity because that's how long it lasted.

"What happened? Ev, babe, what's wrong?"

Hanna didn't know then, nor would understand why his father felt so strongly for this man. For all he knew, his babba was a bad man, who yelled and screamed at his father and pointed out everything wrong Hanna did, and by extension everything wrong his father did. Yet, here he stumbled in, Aabir with a whiskey in his hands and alcohol on his breath. Of course, his father sulked when he drank, which was likely why he avoided alcohol in the first place, but this was unlike any of the times he'd sneak a bear or two. Hanna's father was smashed. And yet, all he did was lay on the couch while Rowena came in with a glass of water, setting them in a row until he'd finally drink and all Hanna could remember was his father's eyes on him, until they closed shut and his snores rattled the house.

December 8th, 1997

Sagittarius

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Maria Sarah Cassidy

Maria is usually called Mari by her closest friend, she has always been called that by her friends ever since they were little or her younger sister. But her mother calls her by her real name.

Junior

Female

Lesbian

Junior

Commoner

Maria is on the very short size around 5'3, she doesn't wear anything expensive or designer clothes. In the summers Maria is always seen wearing t-shirts or tank tops as well as shorts and sneakers. In the fall and colder months Maria wears leather jackets, or winter coats in the winter under her coats are always either a hoodie or long sleeve shirt as well as a pair of blue jeans and leather boots to keep her feet warm.

Maria always has her hair down and keeps it as neat as possible, she doesn't wear to much makeup just enough to make her presentable she doesn't own to much jewelry only a few necklaces and a few bracelets. Maria has a large scar on her back received by her stepfather who hit her with a belt for 'misbehaving' in front of him, she is very conscious about it and always keeps it covered not wearing a bathing suit that exposes her back to anyone and when asked about it she quickly tries to change the subject. Other then that her body is well taken care of never looking underweight.

Maria when you first meet her she is very shy and quiet at first and can usually be seen as being very distant at times. But once you get past her shell she is quiet friendly she can be a very loyal friend as long as you don't hurt her or betray her trust, she can make witty comments every now and then and can make some of her friends laugh. Maria is very smart and excels in history and literature classes, she is however the happiest when she has her camera out going out into the woods or somewhere else that is quiet and takes photos.

Maria is really well known for taking scenic photos, when Maria isn't in school or out taking photographs she likes to spend her time in her room where she likes to relax. She also enjoys playing games with her online friends and even has her own YouTube channel doing another thing she enjoys playing video games. Maria is known to be a bit of a klutz at times, and sometimes will trip over things and is known to be accident prone a lot of the time. Though Maria gets really good grades she however falls behind and struggles in science class as well as math, Maria can be a little bit to honest or sarcastic to her friends that it sometimes may upset them.

Maria has a natural fear of spiders when she sees one she will instantly run out of the room, she also has a fear of blood seeing either one of the two will make her squirm as well as her step-father. But the most fear she has is the fear of being alone and not finding someone who she could be happy with.

* Loyal
* Honest
* Smart

* Quiet/Shy
* Confidence
* Organization

Maria's parents original met each other in college they instantly fell for each other, he went to study law and eventually he became a police officer Maria's mother went for culinary arts. About five years after they graduated Maria's mother found out that she was pregnant with her, and nine months later Maria was born. They both were extremely happy for their newborn girl. When Maria turned six however tragedy struck her family, while on patrol Maria's father was responding to a call when he got to the scene he was shot and killed by a drug dealer. When Maria's mother received the call she was devastated by the news, now a widow it took her another five years when she turned ten Maria's mother remarried.

At first things seemed to go pretty well, Maria's mother became pregnant with her second child Maria's half sister. Maria then noticed her stepfather became very abusive towards her mother, then he turned on her and started to become abusive to her as well which she received the scar on her back from being beaten by his belt. When Maria entered her first year of high school Maria had taken a photography course which she fell in love with. Maria despite things that were happening at home continued getting good grades in all of her classes, when Maria was about to finish 11th grade Maria was approached by her photography teacher. He told her about Caelbury Academy and that she could applied and was one of the lucky few to win the lottery to get into the prestigious school.

When Maria finally was accepted her mother was really happy for her, she was also in the process of divorcing her new husband the week that Maria went to the school her mother and half sister had moved into their grandparents house. But her mother promised that she would see her when she could and send her any supplies she would need every few weeks if she needed it. Though her first year at a completely new school she is slightly nervous but excited.

In her old school Maria entered a national photography contest where she had to submit several scenic photographs, whoever the winner was those pictures would be put up into the newspaper and the winner received 1,000 dollars. Which she won her submissions were a sunrise and sunset overlooking her home city, which were beautiful. She still has them now enlarged and posted in her room.

Maria's least favorite memory was when she heard the news where her father was killed, she will refuse to even talk about it unless she truly trusts someone.

September, 29th, 1997

Libra

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Albert Kyle Nolan

" Al " - The typical nickname for anyone with the name 'Albert'. He was first called this by some kindergarten bullies, and while he thought it was an insult at first (after all, they ONLY insulted him back then) the name later grew on him until he instructed everyone to use it. Al prefers this name to any other title given to him, and insists that all of his closer friends and even enemies refer to him as such.

" Noll " - Taken from his surname, Al was often called this by teammates and acquaintances. He has nothing to sya about it, and merely thinks it to be a simple, underused nickname.

" Fuckhead/Fuckboy/Dick/Asshole/Waste-O-Space " - These are all various names Al is called on a daily basis.

17

Male

Bisexual

Senior

Gifted - Though Al was born to a lower class family, he was able to enter Caelbury thanks to his unique Eidetic Memory. Al is able to remember almost anything with intense clarity if he reviews it at least ten times, and thanks to this he was able to stay at the top of his classes with minimal studying. Countless IQ tests and local news articles contributed to Albert's rise to popularity in the academic world, and he was eventually accepted into the prestigious school of Caelbury.

Al is considerably attractive despite his incredibly foul mouth. Square-jawed and bright eyed, if not for his belligerent personality he could have been a much more popular teen. He stands at about 5'10", though often looks much shorter due to his horrid slouch, and is rather well-built thanks to his daily morning jog. Narrow eyebrows frame his handsome face, and his eyes are often wide and glaring with a horribly-hidden intelligent light. He is often seen wearing a killer smile, though shadows of sleeplessness clearly stand on against his pale skin, and though he clearly knows he is a man worth looking at he rarely does much to adjust his appearance.

Dirty blonde hair is often hidden beneath fashionable snap-backs and his bruised arms are always covered with large, obnoxiously colored sweatshirts and jackets. Al tries his best to afford clothes that suit his fashion taste, but due to his frugal upbringing he is not one to spend too much money on apparel. Though many people consider his tastes to be rather eccentric (or gaudy), Albert clearly pulls it off well enough to gain some attention, and that's enough to keep him working towards his fashion goals. Other then all that, Al has a few old scars from childhood scrapes, and he can sometimes be seen wearing thick reading glasses when studying.

Albert has always been considered aggressive. As a child he held tight to a loud, rude howl and hefty fists, and his attitude towards other grew as his body did. He had always been an odd child, one who didn't seem to fit into any particular 'clique' for some parts of his life. First he would be an average bad boy, a rude-mouthed white boy with a harsh view on the world, and then he may swap over into his more thoughtful state, where his eyes trace lines ten whole times as a test for his own abilities. Intelligent is something many people consider Albert to be, but really he is just "spewing out what he's read before". Though his mind stores knowledge like a memory bank, he usually has no need for it in social situations, and as such he often comes off as a bit dim when speaking casually. Albert often says he has no filter, which is rightfully so. He speaks his mind whenever given the chance, and doesn't even seem to realize this until it is too late. Of course, this makes him an extremely honest kid, but his bluntness can lead to severe relationship damage.

Though Albert lacks any sort of tact, he is considerably loyal to his friends. Life running around with rowdy boy groups and gossipy gal pals in Jersey has definitely strengthened his belief in trusting those who pledge to be a friend. Though his times with his Jersey pals have since been snipped away thanks to his massive move to Caelbury, he looks back fondly on the few friends who cared for him, though he would never say that out loud.

In public Al is withdrawn and prickly, shooting down any shady individuals with sharp glares and harsh words. He is especially abrasive when alone and surrounded by strangers, and is quick to insult those who even slightly rub him the wrong way. An aura of distance glows from him, and even closer friends know of his generally repressive ways when it comes to emotions other than anger, annoyance, and contentedness. This is Al's way of coping with his general self-loathing and insecurities, of course. He has an intense vendetta against himself and his mind, and he is often at odds with himself mentally, though he often takes time to make himself feel better by pointing out the imperfections of others.

Bully-like and oddly witty, Al enjoys making snide remarks at those who have either wronged him or look like they may wrong him. He never forgets a face (though he does have trouble putting names to those faces due to his ever busy mind), and if he is taken advantage of or made fun of by a certain looker he will gladly return their spite ten fold. Despite this, Al has often protected those he deems 'worse off than him' and seems to have something against bullies who take out their frustration with thoughtless violence. Life is constantly against Albert, well, that's what he thinks anyway, and as such he is stupidly cynical whenever he's got the choice to be, and because of this he has trouble making friends. Those who do end up enjoying his company, though, may find Albert to be a smarmy, playful kid, with a thick Jersey accent and a mouth that could rattle off the most useless information the world has to offer.

Albert Nolan was born in a nice house to a couple that was rotten together but fine on their own. He remembers the house briefly, oddly enough. It stands out like a broken light compared to the other thoughts he can't seem to get out of his head, and any time spent in that home has quickly been out shined by the divorce of his parents when he was a mere first grader. At that time, his mind was yet fully developed, and he could only remember certain sections of the events that followed after. One of those sections being his big move.

Paterson, New Jersey isn't what one would call a nice city. Scaffolding, barred stores, and trash heaps, this is what Al remembers most from his hometown. Shirley Nolan, his mother, had decided to move back into her mother's apartment after the divorce due to her current mental issues and lack of work. Gloria Nolan was a woman with a harsh tongue and small-minded views. She loved her daughter dearly, too dearly maybe, but seemed to have some kind of vendetta against Al. Perhaps she could only see the man who broke her daughter's heart in him, but whatever it was that led to her distaste for Al remained mostly under lock and key.

Albert excelled in two things during his elementary and middle school days: Making enemies, and academics. His mother often called him a 'little brainiac', though she was obviously a bit concerned as to how he could be so gifted in subjects like reading in math with his attitude and views towards school. His abilities weren't truly realized until a contest in his sixth year of schooling. Dubbed "The Memory Contest" by his middle school, the point of it was to memorize a piece of literature picked out by the judges and recite the whole thing for a small monetary prize or a few gift cards. Albert, of course attracted by the thought of money, signed up immediately and brought the news to his mother, who in turn helped him study. Everything seemed normal at first, until, of course, Albert recited the whole piece after only looking over it nine or ten times.

Needless to say, Al won first place in the contest, astounding both his family and the judges alike. The local paper spoke of his accomplishment briefly, but word got out to some interested doctors who eventually came to Al with some memory tests to take. He passed with near flying colors, and his mother was later informed that he possessed a photographic memory. Albert loved the attention he was getting, and took the time to show off more of his skills with more contests and tests, until he was a well known topic around his neighborhood. There were times even his grandmother was impressed, but they were fleeting and often ended with Al getting more verbal abuse.

Caelbury's first letter came in his freshman year of high school. His mother ran to him with tears in her eyes, flailing the envelope in front of him as she cried: "My baby's a genius, a damned genius!" The prestigious school had kept tabs on Al's sudden fame in the academic world, and had offered him a full ride to their school for the remaining three years of his high school career. Brief discussion with his mother son lead to Albert getting in contact with the school, and a year later he was shipped off across the state, leaving behind gangs of friends and enemies alike in favor of California sun and high-class cafeteria food.

His first two years were spent brooding away, studying half the time and partying the rest. He started to miss the Jersey slums after his first month, and he found that all the pretentious rich kids that swarmed the campus couldn't beat the poor mates back home. Keeping with his theme of being a dick to most, Al made few friends and many enemies, but despite all that he stuck around. Couldn't hate living in style, after all.

Being accepted into Caelbury. Though he may be exaggerating, Al believes his acceptance was the best moment of his life, and being surrounded by rich, somehow similar assholes folks has really helped Al grow into his abilities and new found interest in school. Though this is his favorite memory, Albert rarely speaks out about his love for Caelbury, and when asked about his opinion on the school now a days he merely shrugs and says the first insult that comes to mind.

His parents divorcing, which ultimately led to him moving into a shitty neighborhood with his depressed mother and verbally abusive grandmother. He will always remember the day he saw his father walk out on them,and he won't forget the tears in his mother's eyes when she realized their once pristine marriage was finally over.

March 3rd, 1998

Pisces

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Nathan Elliot Glass

Nate

18

Male

Asexual

Senior

Wealthy - Originating from North Dakota, Glass and Co. have grown to be one of the most successful real estate magnates in the past few decades. Henry Glass, Nathan’s paternal grandfather, built this legacy from scratch, his business savvy and ruthlessness earning him quite the reputation. Two years after consolidating his empire, at the age of thirty-one, he married a young, New York City socialite - a political marriage, if there ever was one. Heather Winthrop was the perfect wife and mother, doing the all-American thing of standing by her man, even as Black Monday hit and they had to sell a portion of the company’s shares. Still, it didn’t take Glass and Co. long to recover. After all, any businessman worth his salt knew how to capitalise off the misfortune of others. Henry soon found himself with little to do, due to his ever-expanding empire, and signing the dotted line at the end of a document he hadn’t read was all in day’s work.

Standing at 5’8”, and weighing in at just a hair off 140 pounds, it’s safe to say that he isn’t exactly the most imposing of figures. It doesn’t help that he hates standing up straight, either. Nathan’s posture is an endless source of torment for his mother; shoulders rolled forward, knees bent, hands inside his pockets. Apart from the seemingly permanent dark circles under his eyes, and a fading bite mark that mars his right forearm, he looks well enough, though it’s possible that he’s just a touch too pale. Fine veins at his temples convey a promising hint of vulnerability, and while he might not like to hear people say it, there’s a graceful languor to his movements, as does the way he talks. Nathan’s all easy smiles and light touches on the arm until he inevitably grows tired of playing nice.

He doesn’t have the chiselled facial features of his father, nor his brothers. Instead, he’s softer, gentler, with just the barest hints of baby fat clinging stubbornly on. Quite unlike the strong, solid angles characteristic of the Glass lineage, Nathan’s physiognomy is built on sweeping curves - something the media deems fit to constantly point out.

Nathan always makes sure to keep up with the latest fashion trends, and he’d never be caught dead wearing anything that was considered passé. He doesn’t believe in the saying “less is more”. He believes that “more is better” - and the prettier or more expensive something is, the more worthwhile it’s bound to be. If it isn’t the best, he doesn’t like it, and this scrutiny doesn’t just include himself, but also the people around him. What is she wearing? Is that Gucci? But Marc Jacobs is in season, and those shoes with that dress? Whatever you do, make sure it’s not a cheap, off-brand knock off, especially around Nathan. He’s a huge shopaholic - a terrible habit that being ridiculously rich enables - and retail therapy is his go-to solution whenever he’s feeling down. But whatever one might be led to believe; just remember that he’s more kawaii than you.

Nathan’s blonde, pretty, rich, and a little bit of a bitch. He has the temperament of a genius, though whether he or not he has the skills to back it up is a different story altogether. A spoilt brat hiding behind a mask of sphinx-like intrigue and nonchalance, he’s the type of guy who’ll pretend to love you if you’d only just do his homework. Whether he realizes it or not, he picked up a lot of traits from his father, one of which is confidence in oneself. Being born into a family of such high esteem, he’s used to keeping up the shining reputation of the Glass name, but that confidence has seeped into his personal life as well. He has no issues justifying his own reasons for saying or doing what he wants, though he can be quick to tear others down for being “dumb”.

While Nathan might not be the wisest, nor the most knowledgeable, he’s a good judge of character, and it takes little time for him to classify a person. He prides himself on being hard to read - especially when it comes to relationships. Not one to open up right away, he prefers to keep everyone at arm’s length until he has no other choice but to let them get close. Though when he truly does take an interest in something (or someone), he puts all of himself into it, and momentarily forgets about almost everything else. He’s very often obsessive about the things he does, and the people he chooses to follow. He’s hard to like, much less to love but to those he considers friend, he’s the person you want at your side when times get rough. That being said, however, you’ll find that he’s impulsive as the day is long and doesn’t often think twice about consequences. Nathan thrives off adventure and change, and people who like things to stay in a certain order and live by routine bore him.

As the runt of the litter, Nathan often feels a little shortchanged. This manifests itself as a compulsive need for attention, and he’ll often exhaust himself just to make a lasting first impression. Yet for all his flaws, he does have a few soft spots, though they are particularly well-hidden and difficult to find. He’s never uncomfortable; in fact, his boldness often borders on brash and crosses into downright crude, thanks to his lack of a filter. If it’s on his mind, it’s out of his mouth. Still, he’s an expert at charm whenever he needs to be, having been raised under the watchful eye of the best nannies money could buy. It’s easy enough for him to cover up these occasional lapses - nothing a smirk and a few pretty words can’t clear up, right?

Born from a loveless marriage, Nathan was supposed to put the claims of an impending divorce to rest; which is exactly what he did - in the eyes of the public, at least. Behind closed doors, his parents slept in separate beds, and barely even spoke a word to each other, unless, of course, there was a camera or reporter present. Growing up, he had everything he wanted, from the newest, most expensive toys, to the household help catering to his every whim and desire. It was more than enough to to instill in him a sense of entitlement that he’d never quite be able to shake off.

Much unlike his two older brothers, Joshua and David, Nathan was stubborn, rebellious, and hard to teach. Around his parents, he kept up a facade of pleasant thoughtfulness, but alone, he was selfish and uncooperative; the nine-year gap between him and his siblings doing nothing to help. It wasn’t because he liked being that way (though he did enjoy the power being filthy rich warranted), but a part of him felt he deserved to be rotten when he got passed over for everything under the sun. In the eyes of his parents, it was always his brothers who came first in their eyes; even as they murmured a vague affirmation, ruffled his hair, and showered him with sparkling gifts and trinkets.

Even as a child, Nathan knew his life would turn out different from his brothers’. Joshua was one of the top attorneys in New York, while David was looking to inherit Glass and Co. Whatever Nathan did, it never seemed to be good enough, and the forced, tight-lipped smiles his parents deemed fit to grace him with only added fuel to the fire. So, this privileged young boy grew to be an ill-tempered young man, lashing out at everyone and everything. Even his peers didn’t see him as something to take seriously, barely sparing him a second glance once they learnt of his status as the disappointment of the Glass family.

The chair outside the Dean’s Office is always warm because of Nathan, the plaques and framed certificates that lined the walls already having been read backwards and forwards by guilty eyes. If there was nothing he could do to gain his father’s affection and respect, then there was no longer a reason to keep up a pretence of stuffy, stick-in-the-mud decorum, was there? At least now, there were people paying attention to him, and in a country that doesn’t discriminate between fame and infamy, the latter presents itself as plainly more achievable.

These days, Nathan has a million plans up his sleeve, but instead of going through with them alone, he’ll often cajole another person into joining him. If there’s one thing that could be said about Nathan, it’s that he’s incredibly persistent in his advances, and never takes ‘no’ for an answer.

Optional. What is one moment that your character recalls quite fondly? If you don't do this, delete it

Also optional. One moment that was somehow traumatizing to your character, or something they really dislike thinking about. If you don't do this, delete it.

4/16/1997

Aries

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Bellamy Levi Hart

It's Belle, with an 'e.' Bellamy very strongly insists that she be called Belle and is wont to ignore anyone who purposely or spitefully uses her full name. There's nothing wrong with Bellamy, really, but doesn't Belle sound so much lovelier?

Jingle Bell – It's not the most flattering, and one she'd much rather forget, but still a nickname assigned to her. Troglodytes who couldn't appreciate her sense of wonder tended to call her this.

Isabelle – Not quite a nickname, but when she was younger, she used to introduce herself as Isabelle (which may or may not have been influenced by her gran's favorite character of all time, the wonderfully complex Isabel Archer). A third of the people in her hometown still think that's her name, actually.

Sixteen

Female

Heterosexual. Although, she'd never really thought about it before.

Junior

Commoner - Isn't it fantastic that she got in Caelbury? Her gran always did say she was a good-luck charm. Bellamy submitted an application to the famous academy after she dreamed one night that her true love was there waiting for her. Everyone at her old school mocked her, saying 'Jingle Bell is up in Cloud City again.' But as was often the case, she had the last laugh.

Bellamy has only ever seen her mother in photographs, but her gran says she's the spitting image. That's perhaps the best compliment anyone could give her! Her long red locks are exactly like hers, from the way it lightens to a golden hue at the tips, to the way it falls in the gentlest of waves down her back. Bellamy doesn't think she'd ever cut her hair—although, she might be persuaded if it were for some dramatic circumstance. Maybe, in a fit of brokenhearted fury, she grabs the kitchen knife and hacks away at the crimson tresses that her beloved once caressed? Oh, that sounds exciting! Her eyes, big and hazel and framed by thickset lashes, are a blessing from her father. Through them, she hopes she can show him the wonders of the world that he has long stopped seeing.

She's not as tall as she hoped she would be at sixteen, only 5'3 and a half and no longer growing, but with an assortment of beautiful high heels to remedy this, she doesn't mind too much. There's also something to be said about looking up to meet the gaze of your love, his hands caressing your cheeks, tilting your chin up with a gentle finger.

Her trim figure is a love letter to herself, the result of healthy eating (with weekend cheat days, of course) and regular exercise. Bellamy takes great pride in her appearance, and not just for vanity's sake, although vain she can be. Oscar Wilde says "to love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance," and much as she wants to find the one, to love herself completely has always been her top priority. She does what she likes, what makes her feel good, and what makes her comfortable with herself. So yes, she's fussy with her looks. She picks out her clothes the night before and wakes up early in the morning to fix her hair and makeup. She likes to wear skirts and dresses and may be overdressed 80% of the time.

Bellamy carries herself with determination and poise and just a little bit of flair, as though she's the queen, striding along the hallway to her throne, or a model in a never-ending runway.

Bellamy is flights of fancy and romantic notions and grand aspirations tied with a theatric pink bow. She lives in a world filled with pregnant possibilities and quixotic opportunities (her very own Cloud City—not the Star Wars kind, mind) and oftentimes stays there for so long that when she returns, the real world becomes a bit jarring. It's easy to spot the pure devastation flickering in her expressive eyes when something that she imagined would go smoothly turns into a train wreck instead.

The occasional prick of reality isn't enough to break Bellamy's rose-tinted glasses, though. Impossible is only another word for challenge, and Bellamy never backs down from one. She is enthusiastic and excitable in any and all matters, and so dogged in her endeavors that she'll likely wear you out with her persistent smile. No matter how much of a space case she appears to be, there lives an urgent need for action and adventure within her. Bellamy's a doer and follow through-er and if you dare her to do something, she'll do it without hesitating. What's even greater than her stories and daydreams is the ever-present chance they'll come true, and that can only happen if she makes it happen.

Bellamy is an open book, but a great or terrible liar depending on the circumstance. Her loyalty is as undying as her sense of wonder, and as prevalent as her propensity for melodrama. She is herself unabashedly and she feels deeply. When she's inspired, she'll excitedly talk your ear off. When she's happy, her laughter is infectious. When she's upset, she'll clamp up and make herself scarce. When she's angry, she's a thunderstorm. For all her attempts at being the supposed portrait of a lady, Bellamy has a remarkable inability to remain poised and keep her temper in check. It can flare over minimal provocations. She can be petulant and vindictive, impulsive and violent. Once stubborn doer, follow through-er Bellamy is enraged, she won't rest until she gets even.

With relentless curiosity in one hand and a knack for meddling in the other, Bellamy can be quite a magnet for trouble as well. Whether it follows her, or she it, is debatable. She just always seems to be involved in something. Back in her idyllic hometown, she's infamous for being in the local news on a weekly basis.

The crippling, heartbreaking tug of loneliness. Bellamy is aware she isn't easy to understand, and although she will never sacrifice her sense of self for anything, she has always been afraid that her important people would come to hate her because of it.

Betrayal, because it can only come from people she loves.

When she was younger, Bellamy believed that she was the intrepid main character of a fairy tale. Her grandmother and primary caretaker, a librarian who imparted unto her a deep love for books and stories, only encouraged this thinking. It was the only way Bellamy could accept the misfortunes that had befallen her so early in her life: her mother dying from childbirth, her father being driven to a depression that made him silent and distant and never there. Such tragedies only happened in books and movies, and so that must mean she was in one herself. It didn't make sense to other people, but it helped her cope. Bellamy would eventually outgrow the absurd notion, but not before it kickstarted and fueled her overactive imagination.

Growing up in idyllic White Bird, Idaho (population a whopping 92) meant a mostly uneventful childhood filled with routine and sameness. It was peaceful and safe and perfect; the happily ever after part of the stories. Everyone knew everyone else, and aside from the occasional gossip of who might be divorcing who, nothing eventful really happened. It was boring. So boring that Bellamy became the town's primary source of chaos, a consistent blip in an otherwise perfect screen.

At first, it was by accident.

On her first day of primary school, she picked a fight with three boys in her class after they made fun of her hair. Bellamy, who loved that she had her mother's hair and had a temper as fiery as her hair was red, threw the books in her bag against their heads. She got two out of three square on the forehead, but then the last one started bawling, alerting the teacher of her misbehavior. It was the first recorded act of violence in the school, and the PTA was buzzing. The boys' parents were all enraged, but when the problem child's guardian was a gentle, elderly woman who baked cookies for the whole town, there wasn't much they could do. In the end, Bellamy was put in the corner for the first week of school.

Ever since then, she was on the town's radar, and rightly so. Incident after incident, the culprit turned out to be a little girl with red hair and an overactive imagination. During a field trip, she got lost in the National Forest after following a path that she thought was part of a Ley line. They didn't find her until three in the morning, eight hours after she went missing. Then there was an incident involving the Raymond family's prodigal son, returned home after being fired from his job in Boise. Bellamy had been suspicious of him from the get-go—it was something about his eyes—and had taken to trailing after him. Long story short, she managed to thwart his plan to steal his parents' antiques and jewelries. That was one of the rare times where she was celebrated instead of reprimanded.

Life changed, for better or worse, when she started going to high school. Since the only school in White Bird continued only until the sixth grade, Bellamy had to go to the high school the next town over, about half an hour away. Grangeville was by no means a bustling metropolitan, but it might as well have been compared to her small, peaceful White Bird. There, Bellamy wasn't a scoundrel or a hero, just a small town girl that was apparently out of touch with reality. She retained her infamy, although for very different reasons.

Bellamy heard about Caelbury from one of the aspiring football players there. He said, and this was word for word, that "Caelbury is my only ticket out of this hellhole. Screw you guys." Intrigued, Bellamy did her research and was immediately enamored with the institution. She could already imagine what her life would be like there! That night, she dreamed that her true love was a student there, waiting for her to come, and it spurred her to apply immediately.

Against all odds, she was among the chosen.

On her thirteenth birthday, Gran gave her a gift that can never, ever be topped. She was given a chance to be with her mother, even if only in spirit. Her gran collected her mother's old dresses, the only ones she had left from her childhood, and an assortment of trinkets her mother kept safe until the end, stuffed in one ribboned box. In it was a locket, the pendant filled with sand from the beach where her father had proposed; a little book filled with various love letters from her father, and some not from him; and polaroid pictures, lots and lots of out of focus, terribly shot pictures of the most random of things. She spent the rest of her birthday with her mother, trying on her clothes and laughing at the corny but romantic letters.

Bellamy brings the box filled with her mother's memories everywhere. It's the first thing she would save in a fire, and the last thing anyone should mess with, lest they be willing to lose an eye.

Gran never kept the whereabouts of her father a secret. Bellamy knew that he was sick in his heart and he couldn't come back home, not yet, and that he was trying his hardest to recover. She understood, she didn't mind waiting.

During her first year of high school, one of the Grangeville students found out about her situation (no doubt from Jeannie Miller, who couldn't shut her mouth for anything) and thought it would be funny to rip her heart out of her chest. On Christmas that year, she received a letter supposedly from her father, saying that he was flying back home and that he wanted to meet her down at a restaurant in Grangeville to explain and apologize. When she got to the restaurant, heart heavy with fear and excitement both, she was greeted by a sleazeball instead, laughing as though he had just said the funniest joke in the world. He explained that he just wanted an excuse to take her out and, wow, you actually fell for it.

She ran away crying, hand aching after a particularly powerful jab to the face.

February 21, 1999

Pisces

Twitter: @callmebelle

Bellamy doesn't quite have a social media presence yet (partly because her phone was of the dumb variety until recently), although she's got quite a good amount of Twitter followers. They like her sporadic drabble tweets (twabbles?) and her melodramatic accounts of her more listless days.

Sterling Archer Rochester

Chester - Really the only nickname that Sterling tends to like. Well, the most. Most people simply call him Sterling.
Archie - Another nickname, but one mostly associated with negative connotations. People who don't like him often call him Archie. (he also realizes that he's named after the main character in the show Archer; because I also just realized that)

18

Male

Heterosexual

Senior

Wealthy - Born upon the ever rising stage set by his grandfather, Leonard Archer Rochester, and further reinforced by his rising star, Beaumont Archer Rochester, the path both men paved lit the way for the prodigal son: Sterling Archer Rochester. With a top paid director as a father, staring in box office hits at a fairly young age put Sterling's face on numerous articles, painted him a prodigy and a son destined for the Hollywood throne. Living up to that kind of fame and fortune, for a kid, seemed easy enough; not much was expected of someone so young. However, when the world started looking toward his future, Sterling nearly shied away from acting altogether. However, with a father as tough as nails as Beau was, Sterling went no where and he had to live with being bombarded with stress.

Luckily, Diana Rosenberg Rochester, his mother, kept at his side the entire way. Having won a few awards as a writer for TV Shows and even more as an actor in various films (Diana avoids her husband's movies at all costs, wanting to show the world that she was more than capable of standing on her talent alone), Diana knew quite a fair bit about show business. Of the seedy schemes and ploys of various companies, how to play the game behind the scenes and she taught all she could to her growing son.

Altogether the Rochester family has a grand total of 5 Oscars, two for Best Actress, one for Best Supporting Actress, and two for Best Film. Sterling has won a kid's choice awards alongside Sebastian Gable, and one Golden Globe in his slightly later career during his middle school days.

Tall. Imposing. About 6'2" if one really wanted an accurate depiction of his height. Genes do an astounding thing when one's mother is an actress and their father is among the better—much better—looking directors in the Hollywood business. And the way Sterling holds himself, it's to remind people just where he got those genes from (and those jeans, because they're Valentino. Don't forget). Honestly, it didn't take long for Sterling to fill out, with his sunburst, freckled cheek bones prominent on his face and lips sculpted to fit perfectly under that pointed, defined nose. Talk about a man specifically designed to knock anyone's socks off.

Looks for a guy like him is kind of a requirement. Not a lot of places he can go without being recognized as a Rochester child. That's kinda difficult, like intensely difficult. Sterling, of all people, tends to stand out with his filled out figure, and imposing height (how's the weather up there Valentino?). And, for a guy, Sterling likes to dress up nice and he has the absolute budget for it too. Though spoiled in that regard, Sterling's earned a lot of what he's got with an unbelievable diet, hard work, and quite the determination. His father's almost skin and bones and his mother hit the lottery with her body type and the fact that she has to be a vegan. He, on the other hand, couldn't have been chubbier as a little kid and, going from middle school (and thus, puberty) to high school, cute little freckled menace turned into beefcake stud. Huh, guess that's how puberty works for some people. Genes. Damn them.

A salacious wink and a charming smile, that's all the kind of power he needs.

"Give me relief, Father; I idolize your feet; I sweep the streets of gold; I cry tears of blood; And I die in your name.
Give me relief, father. Only your son; your only son. Crumbled to dust under heavy feet."

A man molded and caste by his surroundings fits perfectly in what's been envisioned for him. That leaves little and no room for what that man desires for himself. Thus, he becomes what his father wants and what his father demands and what his father requires of him. Expectations have always been a pedestal for Sterling to stand upon—stuck to the role his father dreamed for him. To become less of a man and more of a puppet, quietly singing "Little wooden head go play your part."

Thus, Sterling becomes a product of his surroundings, taking on a role and playing it to perfection. Every bit that comes his way takes a piece of him, working as plaster over the cracks in his personality. The mold takes and it takes and it takes, waning away to hollow out the inside of the caste so that whatever's inside becomes the shell. Unknowingly, that's what his father desires: for Sterling to be the man he wants him to be. And, though his mother sits on the sides wanting more for him, Sterling follows without question. Sometimes it's hard to think for one's self and it's easiest to let someone take the control bar and move the strings where they need to go. Or maybe he's been led to believe those strings are there for the best.

Playing the part, for Sterling, comes easily, however, when nothing is expected of him, Sterling wanders aimlessly. For him to operate properly, there must be some kind of guidance, some way to interact, a path to follow. It leaves him stiff when he should just be himself. That doesn't come as naturally because what is Sterling naturally? He's a sheep on the hillside, looking for the cane of his shepherd. Yet, when given a role to fill, nothing ever quite comes close to Sterling's interpretation.

At what cost did his father pay to take away what his son could be.

His father before him and his father before him and their father before them. Children owe a lot to their fathers, men to be idolized. They see what's set before them as an example to follow, rather than a mold to crawl into. Past examples are meant to remain examples, to learn and to live by. To grow from father to father with the purpose of becoming one's own man or woman. However, sometimes the environment molds and churns too hard. It re-purposes a child to exact specifications and lays them neat on a conveyor belt.

Before coming into a life set before him, Sterling had a plan devised for him by his father. And thus, from this plan originated a precise mold that his son would be placed in to eventually grow into the ideal man his father wanted. So set in his director's mind, Beau hadn't seen the warnings once his son came into the world. Beau wanted his son to be an actor of the highest calibre, a prodigy among children and even more so among adult peers, so much so that Sterling lived, breathed, and slept in cinema. Hollywood became him and in doing s did Beau shatter any hopes of Sterling becoming his own man, unable to take steps on his own and without the guidance of a hand hovering above.

From an early age, Sterling thrived in the acting community, starting out in more family friendly blockbuster hits made by Beau himself. Diana, his mother, stood by his side every step of the way, letting him grasp her hand tightly as she led the way for him. Yet, she wanted more for her son for the sake of her son than her husband could muster in his waking hours. Thus, Sterling was subjected to many, many evenings bleeding into bickering arguments over his own future, something he supposedly had no choice over. For a child, Sterling didn't mind handing the reigns over, after all his parents knew best.

Unfortunately, that created quite a schism between both mother and father, and while they kept their marriage stable, it was no where near as strong as it used to be. Sterling became their sole focus, allowing the child to further choose for himself what he wished. However, years spent following footsteps meant he didn't quite know what to do when hopping off the path—when making a path for himself. Thus, he normally allowed his parents to make the choices for him. So dependent on their decisions, Diana did her best to steer him in the right direction, yet ended up only further digging her son's hole for him. Eventually, she saw that whatever was happening to Sterling's identity, it'd have to be Sterling who climbed out of the ditch he'd been dug in since a before he was baby.

Beau, so proud of his success took to further restricting Sterling's growth and development, running a stringent plan that would best produce the finest heir to their directorial empire. Among those guidelines came Caelbury Academy, where a number of fathers and fathers before him had attended to both hone their talents and expand on those well hidden. Sterling, however, counted himself among the wealthy, with but a clear goal in mind: please his family, earn what he deserved.

The first ever movie that his mother took him to. For Sterling that meant joy, unrepentant joy because now he could simply watch without care. Diana didn't take him to movies to study, to take notes on acting decisions, camera techniques, symbolism, props and lighting. When he went to see a movie with his mother, she stowed away any notions of 'acting fame' and simply reminded Sterling that he was a kid and his only job should have been to be a kid.

At the age of eight, Sterling made his first debut in acting alongside a close family friend's son, Sebastian Gable. It was at hearing his friend would no longer be taking roles in movies did Sterling first realize how tough Hollywood could be. However, that wasn't quite the worst part of his memory. Asking his mother what happened fed through to his father's response, cold and distant and cruel.

"That kid wouldn't have made it anyway. He had the looks and the talent, but he didn't have the guts. Guess all the Gables are good for is mediocrity; don't worry Sterling, you'll amount to more than that hack could ever come up with."

That painted his father in a different light, no longer the man looking after his well being, but a cruel monger throwing insults at a kid who reasonably couldn't handle Hollywood drama. What kid could? All he could remember than was his mother yelling something else, smacking Beau clear across the face and stomping out with Sterling in her arms. And thinking: what would his father say if that were him out there, trying to live as someone else?

March 10th, 1997

Pisces

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