Amelia Rashfree, Amy, Lia

Female

14

Ninth

Pansexual (Attraction regardless of gender)

Single

Amelia has fiery red hair that she usually ties into a bun and red bangs that go over her chocolate brown eyes. She wears a white short sleeved top with a red heart on it and a red skirt. She wears white socks and red trainers. She has a scar on her cheek from when a rock sliced it a year ago and one on her arm from falling from a tree and breaking her arm into an open break causing the scar on her left arm. This was 5 years ago. She also wears a white ribbon around her neck which has a small red crystal on and she has a silver charm bracelet on her right wrist which her mother gave her the day of starting high school. She also has firey red earrings and silver loops going up her right ear. She has a gold stud in her tongue and a silver ring in her lip and a silver stud in her belly button.

Cold Secretly kind Hard working Independent A fighter

Amelia is a very shy and quiet person but she has a temper. Since losing all of her friends, she has blocked everything out and focused on keeping up with the bills and studying. This was a big struggle for her and helped her become very independent through all of the stuff that is happening. She is now a bit more open and cheery since her mother was helping her out more which made her much more happy and open to people than she was before and everything seems to be looking up now for her and she is hoping to make a new start at high school and make new friends and be happy now. She will stand up for anyone being bullied at the drop of a hat as she hates bullying with everything she has.

● Very independent for her age ● Very quiet ● Cold to people who are not close friends ● Secretly really kind

● Reading ● Writing ● Singing

+ Her mother sober + Things being in control + Alone time - Her mother drunk - Things out of hand - Large crowds

Rose- Mother- 38- Receptionist Jacob- Father- 38- Jail

A small flat with a green door, 1 bedroom, mothers bedroom, sofa bed in living room, worn down kitchen appliances and paint chipping off the walls. A pile of bills which is slowly going down on the small tv. One house phone and no other gadgets except their mobiles. It is very unhygienic but it is slowly getting better now her mother is back from rehab and she doesn't have to do everything by herself but it is not completely fixed up yet and it won't be for a while but the bills are paid now.

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Since the beginning, her life has been rough. Her father was sent to jail when she was 7 for a reason she still doesn't know as her mother always avoids the topic and gets angry when she insists. Life was grey and calm the first few months, but everything switched to pitch black when her mother started drinking. She became an alcoholic and rare were the cases when she was around. Even when she came home she didn't look once at her daughter and went straight to bed or more drinking. This went on for years and by then Amelia had learned how to take care of herself and even of her mother. She cooked, cleaned and took care of most of the things in the house, even going as far as to pay the bills using her mother's Credit card. Shopping for food, clothes and school supplies was also her job. In school she worked hard to keep her grades up and tried to avoid all conflicts as she knew that if the school called for her mother, which was an alcoholic who didn't even try to take care of her daughter, she would certainly be taken out of her custody. Her mother being as she is, only from losing her husband, would be destroyed if she also lost her daughter. Aside from that, Amelia didn't have any other family to look to, all her grandparents had passed away and no one came to support her or her mother in times of need. For all that woman's worth, she was the only family Amelia had and she would do her outmost to keep this "family" together. But fate had other plans.. A group of girls started to pick on her. Amelia had friends she talked to, she had high grades, she took care of her looks and tried her best to not get on anybody's bad side. She did all those things and still luck would have it that her once best friend would turn against her, starting to bully her. One day it got so bad that Amelia couldn't take it anymore. There is a limit to how much a person could endure, worn out by her rough life her limit was very low. She just exploded, releasing all her pent up anger towards her ex-bestie. There was a fight and they were both summoned to the principal's office, both required to bring their parents in, the next day. This was the end of the world for Amelia. Her mother was in debts because of her alcohol problem and they had bills ranging from 5 months ago unpayed, and now, this. She waited that night for her mother to come home, 12AM, 1AM, 2AM, until her eyes closed involuntarily and sleep took her into a better world. Come morning she awoke with tears in her eyes, sadness and stress quickly waking her up. She passed her mother's room which was never used by her, and went towards the couch in the living room, surrounded by a barricade of empty bottles of liquor her mother lay there drunken and unconscious. She tried to wake her up but to no avail, finally giving up she headed for school, arriving some minutes late then headed for class, hoping to pass all this ordeal quietly. When the teacher came in he made word to Amelia that the principal required her in his office. The time moved so slow and the road to his office looked so long but when she got in everything seemed like it fast forwarded from the moment she woke up that morning. The other girl's parents were there with their daughter by their side. When Amelia was asked for her mother's number she responded with:"I don't know". Same answer for every question relating to ways of contacting her guardian.. In few words, it didn't go well and she got warned to bring her guardian the next day unless things escalated. As she was leaving, the other girl had a small triumphant grin in her face. At this Amelia teared up and ran straight out of the principal's office, out of the school, towards her house. As soon as she walked in, she locked the door behind her, dropped her school bag and started crying. She had never cried so hard or so much in her life, today's events, her living condition, how her once best friend had rejoiced in her downfall, it all got to her. She finally slipped from the fragile balance she had set for herself, to keep her life from falling to bits and pieces. She cried and cried and finally darkness succumbed her. As the darkness finally lifted, her eyes felt tired, her lids heavy and her throat sore. She was so tired that she didn't care anymore, let them take her away, whatever happens, happens, it wouldn't be that bad, right?..NO, she couldn't let it end like this, after all she's been through, how could she? She got up and starting walking towards the living room with small, slow, uncertain steps which escalated to a walk then a half-run in the last few meters. When she got in the living room, her mother was laying in the couch, her favorite brand of liquor in her hand, bottle already half empty. A rage sparked inside Amelia guiding her next movements without her really thinking. She got the bottle from her mother's hand and threw it against the wall, breaking it to pieces. Surprise adorned the mother's face, quickly replaced by anger as she slapped her daughter to the ground without even fully processing what happened. Quickly regretting her decision she reached to help her daughter but her hand was slapped away. This is where everything changed. Amelia half-cried and half-yelled at her mother. About their living conditions, about her trouble in school, how she didn't want for them to get separated, how much all of this weighed on her and tired her, and how all of this was the mother's fault. Amidst sobs, the mother hugged her daughter, constantly saying:"I'm sorry" with tears streaming down her face and finally saying :"I will make this right for you, I promise"... The next day Amelia came to school with her mother and confronted the other girl's parents with the principal as the middle man. In the end they were both scolded and the bully got a warning to stop harassing Amelia unless she faced harsher consequences. A week later, the bully transferred school and was never seen from again. The other girls which usually harassed Amelia came up and apologized to her, an apology which she of course accepted. School life was finally starting to be fun for her. Her life in home was greatly improved, now her mother was taking care of the house work and cooking. After taking rehab, her mother applied for a new, better payed job, which she acquired. Every weekend she went out with her daughter and took her wherever she wanted, even going on short vacations. Life had turned from dark to white. She was finally living like a normal teenage girl should. By the start of highschool all their debts would be payed, having no more need for her mother to do 2 jobs, also with Amelia working as a waitress. They got a message saying that Amelia's father would come out of prison later this year, the same year she started highschool. Furthermore she had also heard from a friend that her school-bully would attend the same highschool as her. Amelia still has more hardships ahead of her, but isn't life usually full of them? And besides, after she's been through, she is stronger than ever and nothing will put her down.

Fight song - Rachel Platten _{I'll be strong, This is my fight song}

She is always a true fighter

Mazdak ‘Maz’ Dresden

Male

15

Ninth

Unsure and planning on keeping it that way.

Single and staying that way.

Maz has yet to come into his full height and stands only at around five and half feet tall. He normally doesn’t do his hair these days as his baby blue helmet would mess it up on the way to most places. His helmet often hangs from his tan messenger bag that he takes where ever he goes. For the most part he likes to dress in brighter colors and really only dresses in black when forced to. The majority of his clothing is t-shirts, jeans and whatever the teen finds comfortable.

Loud. Sarcastic. Self-Deprecating. Irreverent. Quick Witted.

Maz is always the first person to laugh at his own jokes and really doesn’t care if anyone else thinks he’s funny. He’ll make jokes at pretty much anyone’s expense be it someone else or his own. Even if it’s something hurtful he can’t seem to stop himself from opening his mouth. That said, he’s quick to apologize if he hurts someone’s feelings and is generally just looking to have a good time. This is true even when he should really be taking things seriously, which he probably won’t do.

● Will sit on anything.
● Carries pumpkin seeds in his pockets.
● Talks to himself, a lot.
● Climbs all over everything.

● Playing Video Games
● Picking Locks
● Watching Movies
● Reading Books/Comics
● Listening to Music

+ High Places
+ Video Games
+ His Privacy
+ Pumpkin Seeds
+ His Scooter

- Nosey People
- Boredom
– Being Abandoned
– The Cold

Father – Alexander Dresden- Deceased/Locksmith
Mother – Nasrin Avesta - Lawyer

He lives in a very nice house with way too many rooms, five, for just two people. The home has been tastefully decorated by his mother, excluding his room which has been transplanted from his old home. Technically he owns his father’s old home in a less nice part of town. This house is much smaller, but actually looks lived in. Maz still spends time there now and than.

Does a Blue Vespa GTS 300 Super ABS count? If not he has his father’s 87 Buick Grand National and a license, but his mother won’t let him drive it.

Nasrin didn’t want to be a mother. Her romance with Alexander had been a whirlwind of passion, but she had some serious doubts after she got pregnant. She tried to stick it out, though. The couple got married and did their best to raise Maz, or at least Alexander did. Once the boy turned two years old Nasrin was positive that she had enough. The couple still loved each other, but Nasrin wanted to give the boy up. Alexander refused, even though he wasn’t too sure about how to be a good father, and would not put the boy up for adoption. They got divorced, with Alexander getting the boy and child support, and went off to live separate lives in the city of Arrowsmith.

Alexander was right about not knowing how to be a great father, but he gave it his all. For the next decade his son grew into someone he would happily call his best friend. Maz was a bit too independent from an early age and often took in equal share of the responsibilities around their home. This was why he got an instruction permit at 14 and a restricted minor’s permit after that. It was so that he could pick up groceries and even drive himself to school if his father happened to be hungover. It wasn’t a constant thing, but Alexander was happy to have the option. Life was good, even after Maz found out that Alexander and Nasrin where seeing each other again. Alexander had a policy of being as open with his son as possible so he never hid the reason for his divorce from his son. However, before the pair could seriously discuss getting married again Alexander dropped dead one day at work from a stroke. It had been a freak occurrence, but a lethal one nonetheless. The man had left everything to Maz with Nasrin as the executor of his will and once more mother to her son.

The moped was a gift from his mother to pacify him after she made it clear that she would not allow him to drive until he was eligible for a proper license.