Someone should make another emo or scenester for Jareth to fuck flock with.

@Dirty Pretty Lies@HushedWhispers

Connor [+]

Bryant Lance O’Connor

"Just do it."
-Nike

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Name:

Bryant Lance O’Connor

Nickname:

Connor. Seriously, only call him this, no one calls him anything else, most people think it’s just his first name.

Birth Date:

10/17

Age:

17

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Straight, but he could maybe be swayed if he saw a nice enough butt on a boy.

Relationship Status:

Single

Occupation:

Playing highschool football is a fulltime gig, hello?

Classification:

Junior

Role:

Head Jock

In Depth Appearance:

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

When at his house, the man is shirtless as often as he can be, claiming that if everyone were as fit as he, they’d go shirtless too. For pants, he wears felt pajama pants around the house, unless he’s in his own room, then… who wears pants in their own room? Outside of the house, he wears expensive jeans, and collared, well fitted polo shirts. His shoes… that is where he really begins to care. He owns over six different pairs of expensive Air Jordans and other Nike brand shoes, and takes meticulous care of them.

M Y Q U I R K S

Habits | Quirks | Oddities

• Has one black and one white lace on each shoe. He relaces a pair before every game, it’s a superstition thing.
• Discards chocolate or ice cream as soon as he realizes it’s began to melt
• Flosses after every meal, and occasionally after every snack
• Always carries a pack of Trident Tropical Twist
• Watches Saturday morning cartoons with his younger sister every Saturday morning while building a workout playlist
• Keeps a blog that he updates weekly on Sunday, which he’s done for almost 5 years now
• Saturdays are his ‘off’ days, so to speak; he doesn’t take any calls, doesn’t hang out with any friends. He spends the days with his younger sister, and it’s well known around the school that bothering him is a total fucking dick move on Saturdays you fucks. Usually, they hang out at the house, but sometimes he takes her to the zoo and the aquarium.

Hobbies:

• Exercise
• LIstening to music
• Practicing/training
• Certain video games
• Staring at and touching certain female butts around the school

Likes:

• Butts
• Music, all kinds pretty much
• Blondes, redheads, and raven haired babes
• Lifting weights
• Winning and boasting and winning and all his trophies
• Most candies
• Exploring and travel
• Telling stories
• Pro wrestling
• Moe animes
• Parties
• Various fluffy things
• His sister, on occasion

Dislikes:

• His sister, on other occasions
• Sour things
• Country music
• Movies littered with jump scares

Fears:

• Being in -62 degrees F
• Electrocution
• Open waters
• Sharks, holy shit

Personality:

♦ Dedicated ♦ Aggressive ♦ Adaptable ♦ Vain ♦ Caring ♦ Competitive

He’s got a complex where he simply has to be the best, at whatever he does. Failure is simply not an option, nine times out of ten, it’s success or die. He’s a bit of a womanizer, and is known for having a different girl every other weekend or so. He’s never had a real relationship, with all the dates and bells and whistles that come with them; instead, Connor is a one-night stand master. To a certain extent, Connor almost is afraid of commitment.

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

...yeah.

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

He doesn’t have a lot of free time, what with his studying, girls, training, girls, and more training. And girls. Lots of girls. Either way, he still has some small amount of freetime, which he happily spends jogging, hiking, and exploring the local hills and what not. He’s decently charismatic and a pretty… fun dude to be around. He likes to tell stories about his life(often exaggerated for comedic effect), and jokes, but he gets rather antsy if he isn’t the immediate focus of the room.

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

History:

Connor was born after his parents began their now exceptionally successful law firm, and he grew up more or less with a silver spoon in his mouth. He rarely wanted and almost always had. Despite this, he grew up in awe of one of his two childhood friends’s home and possessions, that of Alyssa Green. Alyssa constantly put it in very simple terms: she had more things, she had shinier things. She was just plain better than Connor. Connor was much more partial to Evalyn whom he’s known even longer than Alyssa, but he still enjoys spending time with the Queen, when the occasion calls for it.

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

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

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

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

And, y’know, party and touch butts.

He can juggle it.

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M I S C .

Extracurricular Activities:

• Football team; Captain, Quarterback, WR, and Tight End
• Basketball team; Captain, Center
• Baseball team; co-captain, 1st baseman
• Ultimate Frisbee
• Disk golf association
• Though he tries to hide it, anime club

Extra:

Of course!
this count ye?

Anything Else:

He has a younger sister around age 7 named Serenity. He’s rather fond of her, and happily babysits her every Saturday.

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also, can davy be the head skater pls

(i'll just edit it if the colour is actually taken =o)
@HushedWhispers @Dirty Pretty Lies last character!

TYLER JAMES [+]

TYLER R. JAMES

"I'LL STAY AWAKE, 'CAUSE THE DARK'S NOT TAKING PRISONERS TONIGHT." — tøp

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Name:

Tyler Robert James

Nickname:

N/A

Birth Date:

Dec 1

Age:

15

Gender:

Cis male

Sexuality:

Tragically heterosexual

Relationship Status:

Single

Occupation:

Works the drive-thru of a Taco Bell

Classification:

Sophomore

Role:

Drifter

In Depth Appearance:

Tyler certainly looks his age, somewhat awkward in stature and slightly chub-cheeked. His jawline isn't extremely defined, but his thinness and the little amount of body fat he carries creates enough of a contrast. He has high cheekbones, but not enough to create angles from his face. His nose is a tad flat, with flaring nostrils that would make him look angry if he weren't so often smiling. His chestnut-brown eyes are constantly slitted and feminine if only in the way his eyelashes curl; his eyebrows are heavy and have two states - either furrowed in concentration or slightly raised with amusement. He has full lips, always pink with the amount of biting on them he does. His hair is dark brown and seemingly persistently shaggy, long and curly at the top and trimmed short at the sides. Tyler's complexion isn't the clearest, but he certainly has a nice natural fairness.

He's five foot nine and one-fourty-five, so pretty average on all ends. His weight is oddly distributed, however, so he ends up looking lanky and thin. His muscle doesn't quite get to his arms, instead growing elongated in his legs, but still he doesn't build it easily. He dresses in mostly modern style, with long, oversized shirts, and jeans that seem like they should be skinny but sag off of his body slightly. Really, you could only describe it as lazy, because he always shows up to school in graphic sweatshirts and XXL basketball shorts and scuffed up Converse. He does have one tattoo, comprised of three lines that circle around his wrist. The meaning he's very secretive about - in fact, he only really tells it to very close friends.

M Y Q U I R K S

Habits | Quirks | Oddities

• Tyler always climbs ontop of something. He's always restless.
• Somewhat of a binge eater. Call it carboloading for his next big 5k, but he needs to chill on the Taco Bell.
• If there's something to make sound on, he'll do it. Tap the desk obnoxiously and pretend like he's drumming, what have you. It's a bit annoying.
• When Tyler is very stressed or nervous, he'll just go completely silent and act a little flustered. Hopefully there's a friend around to take up his speaking slack.
• He chews really loud. It's pretty bad.
• Somewhat of a perfectionist. If something seems out of place - even if it's not his - he'll move it to someplace he thinks is better.

Hobbies:

• Basketball
• Making music (piano, ukelele, singing/rapping)
• Running/track

Likes:

• Taco Bell
• Playing piano/keyboard
• Playing ukelele
• Climbing/mobility
• Playing pranks (usually on Wade's char tbh)

Dislikes:

• Large crowds
• Socializing for too long
• Tight spaces
• Being in the spotlight
• Criticism

Fears:

• Agoraphobic - doesn't fare well in crowds.
• Failure
• Exclusion

Personality:

♦ GREGARIOUS ♦ SARCASTIC ♦ DRIVEN ♦ SELF-DEFEATING ♦

Most of the time, Tyler's personality is both passionate and composed. He has an innocent curiosity that when combined with his creativity yields a character that is fascinated with everything, and fascinating in itself. He has a vast (or, rather, random) array of knowledge, which helps him to piece together ideas that would not often be associated with each other. In terms of emotional sensitivity, Tyler is unsurpassed, with a specific talent for empathizing with other people's pain.

He radiates an aura of mystery, and his insightful observations and original ideas enable him to push change through with sheer willpower and force of personality. At times it will seem that he is bent on deconstructing and rebuilding every idea and system he comes into contact with, employing a sense of perfectionism and even morality to this work. Anyone who doesn’t have the talent to keep up with his processes, or worse yet, doesn’t see the point of them, is likely to immediately and permanently lose his respect.

Tyler has problems with anxiety and self-esteem that is mistaken for narcissism. He often sits in front of the mirrors for hours, not because he is full of himself but because he is deathly afraid of not being the 'perfect' Tyler that people expect him to be. He is too often paralyzed with fear that he won't present a good external appearance despite his obvious blessings and constantly asks his friends how he looks. Worse are his insecurities about his personality, his intelligence, his talents - Tyler is steadily learning the piano, for one, and it takes all of his confidence out of him. His parents pressure him to play basketball and stay healthy, but all of his fears knock out the energy to work on either of these things. He grows lethargic because it is just so difficult to keep up with his own expectations, and only ends up making things worse by not improving on himself.

On one hand, Tyler has the perseverance and drive to do what needs to be done. He is self-sufficient and does not need to depend on other people for the material and physical things in life. On the other hand, he depends on people for emotional support and encouragement. He is not fully self-actualized, and needs the constant support of others and will not be very independent. He craves attention and comfort from other people and he is happiest when he has a small, close knit group of friends or family. Tyler is extremely loyal to those who appreciate and support him. He projects any good feeling onto other people instead of basking in it. Those who want to share deep emotional thoughts and opinions with Tyler might feel that the scales are tipped on one side, for he will rarely reveal his actual feelings.

Aside from incredible shyness and passivity, he is amazingly persevering and will stand up for what he believes in. Tyler is fragile, unpredictable, and temperamental; more than anyone he's known, Tyler needs to be needed. Even when all needs are satisfied, he can be irritable and cranky. His temperament is uneasy and delicate - Tyler has wild mood swings and frequent temper tantrums. Unfortunately, he is easily offended and will sulk and wallow in self pity for a long time when he gets hurt.

Conveniently, he is actually deeply sensitive and easily hurt. He lives in the past, holding old events close to him and dwelling solely in his memories. Constantly sick with nostalgia, Tyler comes off as mysterious, filled with contradictions. Typically he's very helpful to others, yet sometimes can be cranky and indifferent. His driving, forceful personality can be easily hidden beneath a calm and cool exterior. He is very possessive; not just with material possessions, but with people as well. Tyler will always want to stay in touch with old friends and anyone who has ever been close to him, because it is easier to maintain a friendship than attempt to learn to trust a new person.

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

History:

Tyler's parents met in a Columbus school that he never got to attend, having been homeschooled up until high school. His mother was a maths teacher, and his father was one of the school's coaches. Naturally, his childhood was full of pressure to do well both academically (from his mother's side) and athletically (from his father's side) in order to receive a scholarship. He was fairly talented at basketball - still is - but has never really enjoyed it. Tyler's a bit of an adrenaline seeker, though, so he keeps up the charade to this day if only for a way to expend energy. Both his schooling and his social life have been somewhat restricted by the strict Christian lifestyle his family has adopted at home. It's not much of a secret by the way Tyler acts, all awkward and inhibited: he's been sheltered for the majority of his life.

Because of how underexposed he is, Tyler doesn't get to practice his actual passion very much: piano. His mother bought him a keyboard when he was younger that he ignored up until freshman year of high school, and he really only gets to practice by mimicking tunes from his radio. Apart from his 'secret talent,' Tyler's life has been rather uneventful. He tries his best to sing and play the ukelele otherwise, when he's not at home (mostly bumming around at a friend's house, usually) just to avoid any questioning from his parents.

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M I S C .

Extracurricular Activities:

Basketball

Extra:

still heathens i'm a nerd

Anything Else:

Tyler suffers from social anxiety and ADHD (usually exhibited through hyperfixation and motors)

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@HushedWhispers @Dirty Pretty Lies

GUESS WHO'S BACK
BACK AGAIN
GHOSTIE'S BACK
ACCEPT HIM (pls)

“Ghost” [+]

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“I took some food for thought; it might be poisoned.”
—twenty øne piløts

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Name:

Alexander Wilson Bryant

Nickname:

Alex– it’s an abbreviation of his name, and who doesn’t love having to speak less?
Ghost– people never see him coming; he can pop into a conversation, and then disappear, just like that.

Birth Date:

09/20/1998

Age:

17 (18 pretty soon)

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Heterosexual (bi-curious)

Relationship Status:

Single

Occupation:

Graphics Designer; Ex-Model

Classification:

Senior

Role:

Outcast; Ex-Prep

In Depth Appearance:

Alex stands at an impressive 6’0”, with an athletic frame. This is complemented by his broad shoulders, defined abs, and a strong, smooth jawline - the living definition of “chick magnet”, which (surprisingly) isn’t reflected in the way he dressed. He opts for comfortable attire, such as loose-fitting trousers in various dark shades, and a baggy, grey shirt. This is comfortable in more ways than one – it hides his muscles, ensuring that anyone who approaches him does so because they want to know him as a person. It also (somehow) makes him just another face in the crowd, which is good for those days when he just doesn’t want to be bothered by people. Finally, it helps him cut ties with his past, which was spent being a part of the “popular clique”, bullying freshmen and various other things.

Ghost’s clothes also bring out his eyes; a hypnotising, light orangeish-brown, like the leaves of autumn, swirling in the wind and littering the roads. They often make people image a scene like that – the soft crunch of a leaf under their feet, the cool wind whipping at their ears. Most people say this is what gained him that brief modelling job. That and his family’s wealth, that is. Another thing that complements his eyes is his hair, due to its’ lighter shade of brown. Sometimes, people have claimed its’ looked more blonde than brown, and others see it as a gradient between light and dark brown.

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Habits | Quirks | Oddities

¿ Not looking at the person he’s talking to
¿ Cracking his knuckles for no good reason
¿ Humming some random tune to himself
¿ Staring
¿ Tapping his fingers on whatever’s at hand
¿ Mumbling

Hobbies:

♛ Graphic design
♛ Urban exploration
♛ Drumming
♛ Trolling

Likes:

✔ Pushing himself to the max
✔ Adrenaline rushes
✔ “I told you so” moments
✔ Tolerable people (there are very few)
✔ Fucking with the popular kids
✔ Graphic design
✔ Pranking naïve young idiots
✔ Being left alone
✔ The outdoors (surprisingly)
✔ Campfires

Dislikes:

✘ Non-tolerable people (so basically nearly everyone)
✘ The popular kids
✘ People bothering him
✘ Naïve people
✘ Personal questions
✘ Skateboarding
✘ Ass kissers
✘ “Bitch I’m Madonna” (it needs no explaining

Fears:

☠ Drowning
☠ Being weighed down by societal pressures
☠ His brother being found dead

Personality:

♦ Creative ♦ Hot-Headed ♦ Determined ♦ Untrustworthy ♦

Ghost has changed a lot during his time at Beverly Hills High School. When he originally started, he was timid, shy, and preferred to keep his head down. Slowly but surely, he picked up on the patterns that the different groups used, including what they thought of other students. It was just a matter of making the right friends in the right places, altering his personality to coincide with the Preps, and boom. He was almost at the top group after a mere two years. This meant he had to put on a façade, though, and a good one at that – being in one of the highest groups in the school meant he had to bully and belittle others, impressing those above him and acting like a complete jackass.

However, he couldn’t keep it up for the rest of his time at school. Especially not with the stress his brother was causing him. Thus, the “outburst of ‘14” happened – probably the most embarrassing event at the school. In this, Ghost – as you’d expect – had a complete breakdown, screaming at his brother and calling him every name under the sun. From that moment, he was shunned by the others, laughed at and shoved to the back of the crowd. Since then, he’s grown spiteful and aggressive towards the popular kids, his hatred going so far that it’s made him petty and jealous. This has also made him incredibly short tempered, meaning he can blow up at the slightest of things. For now, however, he’s decided to stick in the shadows, so as to not make a scene. But he will get his revenge.

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History:

The taller they stand, the harder they fall. What Ghost has experienced has practically been the living example of that. He was born in Canandaigua to Jamie Bryant and Anna Wilhelm, the former being a mildly successful (and seldom known) footballer. He was raised alongside his older brother – David – and the family moved to Beverly Hills when Alex was ten years old. David helped him settle into his new school (being only a year older than Alex had its’ benefits) and defended him from people that decided to target the new kid. For the most part, Ghost decided to keep his head down; encouraged by his parents to do well within the more athletic subjects, given his father’s occupation. However, the more and more they put pressure on him, the more detached Ghost became.

Soon, the time came for Alexander to go to high school, and what better place than Beverly Hills High School? The school had been known for its’ success and talented students, and Ghost’s slowly building athletic ability – despite his want to just be left alone – made him a perfect fit. He stayed silent for his first two years there; spotting patterns and personalities that fit into different “cliques”, deciding which one would be best for him. Eventually, he managed to gather enough information to work his way up into the Preps, dressing in clothes like tight-fitting formal shirts that showed his muscles, and slim, stylish slacks. He fit with the rest of the group like a glove. Of course, in order to impress the Royals – the ones he was truly hoping to “make friends with” – he had to be a bit more out there; more of a slight jackass than the rest. That’s how all the Royals did it, after all. He was so close to getting up there and getting to the top, and he’d settled in quite nicely. Finally, life seemed to be looking up.

That was, until, one day, when he was sixteen.

He and his brother had just come home from school, with his brother having had the more… “eventful” day than Alex. David was belittled and threatened by a group of boys, due to the fact he disagreed with them in class. Instead of opening up and talking to their parents about it, David decided to vent to his brother, instead. This spawned into a heated argument, with David calling Alex “a waste of space”, “useless” and “a mistake”. These insults continued into the next week, until Alex became sick of it. Friday, when the two were at school, David insulting his brother, as usual, Ghost turned around to him and threw everything he had at him. Screaming about how he was ashamed to be related to him and that David “didn’t deserve to live”. His older brother proceeded to punch him in the face, and storm off to class. Of course, this led to Ghost being laughed at and belittled, but that wasn’t even the worst thing.

You see, the worst thing was far worse than that. That night, David never came home. Ghost’s parents sent out a report to the police, but, apart from a few jackasses that enjoyed the suffering of a grieving family, David has never been heard of since. Alex feels guilty for all of this, and thinks that he was responsible for making his brother run away. However, he hides it at school – no point showing your wounds when you’ve already got half the students mocking you. Instead, Ghost became the introverted, antisocial boy he was when he first started school, keeping his head down and hating the world. Though, after a particular talk with Alyssa Green, it seems things are about to change…

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Extracurricular Activities:

N/A. He’s pretty antisocial, if you haven’t figured that out already.

Extra:

HEATHENS
HEATHENS
HEATHENS
HEATHENS
I like Heathens.

Anything Else:

THEME: Forest – twenty one pilots
<sup>“Quickly moving towards a storm
Moving forward, torn
Into pieces over reasons
Of what these storms are for
I don't understand why everything I adore
Takes a different form when I squint my eyes
Have you ever done that?
When you squint your eyes
And your eyelashes make it look a little not right
And then when just enough light
Comes from just the right side
And you find you're not who you're supposed to be?

This is not what you're supposed to see
Please, remember me; I am supposed to be
King of a kingdom or swinging on a swing
Something happened to my imagination
This situation's becoming dire
My tree house is on fire
And for some reason I smell gas on my hands
This is not what I had planned
This is not what I had planned.”</sup>

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Don't wanna commit to nothin' but I've been thinkin' of re-toolin' a character from another RP that some of us was in

Probably ain't gonna but sometimes you sit in front of the monitor and go "Yeah but what if I did" and the next thing you know you're scouring for images in the dark

@Dirty Pretty Lies @HushedWhispers im sorry it just keeps happening i need to stop plotting
on the plus side jar has a buddy bud ayy

ARI ADASSI [+]

ARI F. ADASSI

^{"I ONCE WAS LOST BUT I SWEAR I'M FINE—" • frnkiero andthe cellabration}

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Name:

Ari Francis Adassi

Nickname:

None - Ari does tend to introduce himself by his surname, pure reflex at this point.

Birth Date:

Oct 31

Age:

17

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

...exploring?

Relationship Status:

Single

Occupation:

Works at a pizza place, Little Joey's, making the pizza.

Classification:

Senior

Role:

Emo - although even Ari admits he's a bit of a punk at times.

In Depth Appearance:

Ari has very defined facial features - specifically, his sharp, square jawline and perched cheekbones. He has a sort of bunny nose, coming to a point and sloping without any sort of Roman bump interrupting it. His eyebrows are the most defined part of his face, arching into an admirable angle that he surprisingly achieves without any extra help. His eyes are always widened just a little, dark brown and seemingly baring their teeth, but as intimidating as he tries to be, he always ends up looking a tad innocent because of them. Additionally, he always has red rimming around his eyes, likely only emphasized by the paleness of his skin. Ari's lips are always curved just a little bit upward at the edges, out of his control.

His complexion is fairly clear and on the lighter side, although his Italian ancestry suggests that he should be a little darker. His hair is shaggy and dark, grown out to where it can flop in his face but still stands up awkwardly at the back. He has two adjacent wings tattooed on either hipbone, a flame on his chest, and sleeves to brag about. He typically wears a ring in his right nostril and one on his bottom lip.

M Y Q U I R K S

Habits | Quirks | Oddities

• Less of a habit than it is a total vulnerability, Ari is sick. Constantly. When he was younger, it was constant bronchitis, and now it's a little less serious, but much more frequent.
• Ironically, he's always smoking. He's practically a chimney. Kinda smells bad as a result of it.
• Doesn't shower very well, either. Negative points. Ari just doesn't see it as crucial, and can't bring himself to get out of bed and clean himself either.
• Always somewhat down in the dumps. Ari has a serious serotonin deficit, and can't seem to find the good in situations easily.
• When he's medicated, however, Ari is too playful for his own good. Some people never find the right prescription in their life, but 200mg of fluoxetine is the perfect match for Ari. When he gets it, his friends like him a lot more, because he'll jump all over the place and find a way to get close to his peers.

Hobbies:

• Plays guitar & bass & occasionally vocals
• Writing lyrics
• Somewhat of a prankster

Likes:

• Smoking
• Practical jokes
• Moving - again, when medicated, he's got boundless energy.
• Comic books
• VERY loud music

Dislikes:

• Drugs (in pill form, really)
• Meat/animal products
• The cold
• "Phonies" (AKA, anyone in a clique above him, out of sheer jealousy)
• Authority

Fears:

• Judgment
• Solitude
• Social isolation

Personality:

♦ HUMOROUS ♦ TEMPERAMENTAL ♦ PASSIONATE ♦ IRRESPONSIBLE ♦

Ari is typically called “antisocial” because his overall personality style causes him to frequently violate major social norms and end up running afoul of the law (even though this is usually out of his control). He is openly and unabashedly aggressive in his interpersonal style, relishes in trying to “beat the system,” and because he detests submission, refuses to conform his conduct despite numerous negative consequences and sanctions. His life is a constant war, resisting submitting himself to any higher power or authority. Ari has little respect for rules, limits or boundaries, and takes pride in his ability to defy these constraints. He expends energy on his own behalf, but vehemently resists what others would call legitimate work or labors of love. He simply shirks the typical burdens of a responsible life and leads a socially parasitic lifestyle.

He knows what his values are, but has a really hard time expressing them, and sometimes even sticking to them. He can compromise what he believes in, if it means he can execute his plan. Intimacy is a real problem for him - he prefers to hide how important and close his values are to him with jokes and arms-length relationships. Ari does not show or receive affection well, but he does read into the sentimental meaning behind small gestures. That said, Ari is generally well meaning and dutiful, however, he does have a strong ambitious streak. He has a few causes that he supports, but he participates in activism very passively. Mostly, he focuses a lot on the future. He is constantly day dreaming about the future, including his improbable day dream fixation, the partners he has made up for himself, etc. He thinks that he’ll have kids, be more successful in his career, finally get a true hold on his life... even though he’s pessimistic most of the time, he also just senses and knows that he will find his way.

Made obvious by his obsession with making his future a 'better place,' Ari wants harmony and order in his home and in relationships. Ari trusts his intuition when choosing friends and significant others—even in spite of contradictory evidence or pressure from others. His emotions are hard to read, and he's not apt to express emotional reactions. He often seems reserved and unresponsive, while in fact he is very much hypersensitive to signals of rejection from those he cares for. Ari is usually better in a working situation than in a recreational situatio thanks to this fact, because he's usually not expected to show his true feelings.

Ari has an irascible temperament and a low frustration tolerance. It takes very little to get him upset, and he will not subject himself for very long to anything he finds distasteful or unpleasant. Otherwise, he is remarkably sensation-seeking and risk-taking, prone to “chasing highs.” He will do things most of us would get anxious or hesitant about and will persist in his behavior unshaken despite numerous adverse consequences. Unwilling to delay gratification or to temper his impulses, Ari wants what he wants when he wants it and acts without restraint. This is because he lacks the internal self-monitoring and self-governing mechanisms most people have. Though even Ari has to agree that his life is a true shipwreck, he persists in the same old behaviors that get him into trouble time after time.

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

History:

Ari was born to Elena and Roman Adassi. Elena works as a publicist, and Roman is a musician whose career hasn't exactly taken off - or it's reached its peak. Either way, they were both very distant from one another and their own son. Ari never got along with either of them fantastically.

Ari did exceptionally in elementary. He would do his schoolwork immediately as it was given to him, and seemed to be ahead of all of his peers. Physically he wasn't so well off. Young Ari had trouble staying in school due to his generally poor health - he frequently had to overcome bouts of bronchitis, and succumbed very easily to fevers. He had too many allergies to live as easily as all his peers did, so he ended up being very isolated most of the time. He exhibited some additional strange habits during these younger years, such as bruising himself, picking his skin away, pulling his hair out... Ari would hit his head repeatedly against walls, rip nails from their beds over the course of a few hours, scrape his knees against cement intentionally. His parents only seeked treatment when there was a very noticeable bald patch on the back of his head.

Ari began failing in his seventh year of school. He was not mentally or emotionally stable in addition to his failing health; his father was unemployed and his mother was an apathetic and judgmental presence in his home. He began to wonder where the scholarly skills he presented in elementary school went, and if he didn't have that cleverness, what did he have now? Without any real catalyst, Ari was sent to an inpatient hospital for acute treatment - basically, he stayed a week for observation, where he could speak to a therapist at any given time. Needless to say, Ari didn't make a lot of progress, because he didnt know why he was so depressed. It was just something he coexisted with, at this point. Upon the encouragement of his psychiatrist, though, he did pick up the guitar in order to mirror his father. This became his fixation - he's not done anything else since, really.

In the year before high school, in January, Ari attempted suicide. He cut classes starting at at 9:15, took bottles of different painkillers, aspirin, and all of his antidepressants on an empty stomach, then went to watch films in his room. Somewhere between getting serotonin syndrome and hitting his head against the wall to 'speed up the process,' Ari passed out. He stayed in his room like that for the rest of the day and throughout the night before his father came in to bring him to school the next morning. Seeing as he hadn't taken nearly enough to kill someone at his body weight - or at least, he hadn't gotten enough time - it was enough for him to drink sweet cherry charcoal and be on his way. Kind of. He was in the ICU for three days, too weak to walk and too shaky to handle anything himself. He stayed at a residential center in his state for two months before convincing the psychiatrists that he was well enough to leave.

His parents separated soon after; not like it affected Ari much, since he wasn't very preoccupied with either parents. Beverly Hills seemed like a promising place to have a fresh start, though, so his father and him moved towards the school, just enough distance to stay in an affordable home and still be within range of the buses.

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M I S C .

Extracurricular Activities:

N/A

Extra:

Heathens I'm gay |-/

Anything Else:

N/A

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Pulled my ass together and finished Vergil lor d, gonna pass out now
Edit; Put Luther in my post in the CS area, also if anybody want to PM me about relations feel free to do so, I have just one last character to finish named Osborn, who'll be a nerd in case that brings up any ideas lol.

Vergil Geroux [+]

“They say if it ain't broke, don't fix it...well, if it could be better, it's as good as broken”
-Greg Plitt

LEFT HAND FREE||FAR FROM ANY ROAD||YOU AIN'T ALONE||DOWN THE ROAD

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Name:

Vergil Geroux-Hendrix

Nickname:

Some people call him Hendrix for some reason, and that rarely gets his attention.

Birth Date:

April, 7th, 1999

Age:

17

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Bisexual|(he thinks)

Relationship Status:

Single, he barely knows anybody in town.

Occupation:

Works as a mechanic under his father. He's often the one with the privilege of handling the engines of the rich and famous of Beverly Hills.

Classification:

Junior

Role:

Transfer

In Depth Appearance:

You only get spiked brunette hair or simply brushed off to the side with Vergil, mixed in with warm, hazel eyes, that are far too puppy like for their own good sometimes, Vergil would say he isn't half bad looking. A slightly crooked smile, and a tiny little gap between his tooth gives his smile a slight charm to it that's hard to resist. His thick eyebrows give his face a certain ease at expressing his emotions without ever really saying anything, and let's be honest it isn't as if Vergil is afraid of saying what's on his mind in the first place. Vergil has a fair bit of muscle from moving around car engines all his childhood, and at 5'11, he can seem slightly intimidating until you actually get to know him.

Habits | Quirks | Oddities

-Always seems to have some type of tool or bolt on him or in his pockets
-Goes by Geroux (his father's surname) instead of Hendrix so people don't recognize him as apart of the family
-Believes in the superstitious to some degree, will often joke about ghosts
-Laughs like crazy when super nervous
-Has a Hobby of building little sets of cars and other vehicles
-Is always wearing something with Denim in it
-Sometimes has black smudges on his skin after handling a car and won't notice until someone points it out.

Hobbies:

Fixing Cars
Playing guitar
Cooking

Likes:

-Cars
-Oddly enough, the smell of gasoline
-Malboro Reds
-Absinthe
-Folk Music
-Cooking
-Foggy Mornings
-Car Rides
-Junkyards
-Sci Fi movies

Dislikes:

-Laziness
-Liars
-Half Assing things
-Flaky People
-When people make assumptions
-Doubting people's potential
-Know-it-alls
-Swimming

Fears:

-Getting into a fatal car crash
-Drowning
-Losing sight of himself

Personality:

✖ HONEST ✖ STUBBORN ✖ DOWN TO EARTH ✖ OBNOXIOUS ✖ TENACIOUS ✖ DILIGENT

Vergil is the down-to-earth type, someone who is brutally honest with himself and others. He'd probably say something like his mouth has gotten him into more troubles than his ass can handle, and for a few scenarios he would definitely be right. Vergil has pride in being true to himself, he hangs around people who seem to at least have a grasp of their world, which reflects back to him. He never seems to lose sight of the things he wants, and isn't afraid of putting in extra effort if needed. He's a hard worker, though he wouldn't necessarily say that he's exactly intelligent, he considers himself to be very average in comparison to everyone else, but in a strange sense is afraid of being seen as anything else, in fear that he may get in over his head. Vergil values true friendships, and is known as a very sociable person beside all the snarkiness.

Despite his sometimes obvious cynicism about things, he actually has a very positive view of things, he believes anything is achievable with the right amount of effort, the young man is persistent, and tenacious, always striving to better himself, at the same time, Vergil would never go out his way to destroy someone else's confidence, he's competitive, but he is too honest to ever use cheap tricks or cheating. He does not get along well with liars, and is known to be hostile towards those who do actively lie to him. He can be jealous, and sometimes possessive of others, and he has a tendency to get angry quite easily, but at the same time he is able to cool off easily too. Vergil is a mix-match of features that come from his growing up in Texas, and he would honestly say that there isn't one thing he would change about himself.

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History:

Vergil was born to a family of prestigious engineers, mechanics, and welders, and as a result he was quickly expected to follow the same path as the entirety of his family. The Hendrix family is well known for their loyal, and trustworthy services, and as result, they have gained a reputation by colluding with some of the rich and famous in the upkeep of their cars. The Hendrix family itself has already amassed a large fortune over the years in service to their faithful clientele, and so Vergil actually comes from a decent amount of money. It was only a matter of time before they moved their operations to Beverly Hills, a convenience to their rich clients who had trouble moving their vehicles all the way to his home state of Texas.

Through and through, Vergil is a country boy, the accent, the mannerisms, all of these are clearly present within the boy, a gift he'd say come directly from his folks. Although, while his family might have had more than enough money to live comfortably, Vergil was always taught to work hard to earn whatever it was he wanted, he was never give handouts and as far as he's concerned he still doesn't need them. He's gone out of his way to earn his own and save his own money, and has never requested or needed a penny from his trust fund. This fierce independence is what he feels the Hendrix family spirit is made up of, and he's never wavered from that mantra.

Living his whole life in a small town, Vergil actually find Beverly Hills to be quite overwhelming and not easy to get accustomed too, especially with the traffic, as a fast driver he's never been privy to such small tight corners and unfortunately inept, reckless drivers. So far he's been here for two months, and hasn't really focused on making any close friends or connections as of yet. It isn't at all hard to see that it won't be long until he makes an acquaintance of someone.

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Extracurricular Activities:

Well unless they got a mechanics club, nothing at all really.

Extra:

i dont even listen to that much music p ls spare me ive answered twice lmao

Anything Else:

His car

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