Amelia Alison Averyonna.

Ame: Just a common shortening of her first name, most of her friends call her this.

Ave: Exactly like the first but using her last name instead, making it far less common.

A.A.A or Triple A: A nickname she hates, it's simply a reference to her initials and she finds it highly annoying.

03/18/2001

14

Female

Straight

Single

Full Time Student

Freshman

Tansfer/Niner

A budding beauty, Amelia stands at 5 feet tall and weighs about 102 pounds, putting her a little below average in both categories. She has fair, flawless skin, that is unblemished by either piercings or tattoos, and golden hair that flows down to the middle of her back, both of which seem to glow slightly in the sunlight. These features make her steely blue eyes stand out more. Her chest, which is a rather sensitive subject for her, is very lacking, barely able to fill the smallest A-cup she or her parents could find

Amelia's sense of fashion can be best described as simple. When she wears dresses, she prefers them to be simple and monotone, usually without anything extra and spaghetti straps or off-shoulder sleeves. However, she is more often seen in jeans and t-shirts, once again simple and monotone, without anything extra to have it fall into some category of style. She has a preference for the colors green, red, and white when it comes to her dresses and t-shirt.

Mute
Heart condition: If she's physically pushed too far, she begins coughing up blood.
Enormous Sweet Tooth
Bites down on closest object when thinking. Usually a pencil.
Holds her right arm with her left hand when nervous

Visual Art: Sketching mostly, but she does dabble in painting.
Nature Walks: She enjoys the outdoors and it serves as the subject of most of her sketches.
Cooking: A more recent hobby, she figures learning now will help her down the line.

Quiet places
Good company
Candy and sweets
Rainy days
Gemstones

Large Crowds
Loud Events
Bullies
Gossip
Being pitied

Disappointing her parents and friends
Thunderstorms
Not being seen past her issues.

Amelia is a very shy and reclusive girl, which is not helped by her muteness and fondness for quiet places. Preferring the company of nature to the company of other humans, Amelia tends to shun social gatherings. However, she is not completely anti-social. Once one can get out her shy personality and inability to talk, they can find a girl who values the company of others, especially those she counts among her friends. She is willing to listen to them and let them vent their griefs to her and help them get over their problems so long as it is within her ability.

Like all people though, she is not without her downsides. Other then her overly shy nature, Amelia lacks any and all traces of self-confidence. She views her sketches and paintings as average or, more often, below average, despite that fact that they are very detailed and realistic works of art. She is also scared that she won't live up to the expectations of others, especially her parents and those she considers friends. To her, disappointing them is tantamount to failing at life. While she is eager the please others, she has a strong sense of right and wrong and will not do anything she views as wrong, even if pressured to do so. If she loses a friend doing something she knows is right, she at least takes solace in doing the right thing, even if she feels terrible afterwards.

When it comes to love, Amelia is inexperienced but knows what she wants. She wants someone who doesn't care or pity her because of her muteness and heart condition. She wants someone who doesn't force her to do things she doesn't want to and will support her, even in the toughest of times. However, she doubts anyone would even be interested in her and doesn't have high hopes of finding anyone.

Born to a middle class family consisting of her father Thomas, a small time business man, her mother Erina, who owned a flower shop, and her older brother Arthur, Amelia has lead a mostly sheltered the protected life. From a very young age, Amelia's health was concerned. The first known problem was her muteness, which was immediately obvious from birth. Her heart condition only became know when she was two, when it was first triggered while playing tag with her older brother. The trip to the hospital revealed that something was wrong with her heart but the doctors were unable to operate due to the exact problem being unknown.

Unable to afford the medical bills that would come with trying to find a cure, Amelia's parents took to caring through their daughter with their own hands. After a few more incidents, they limited her physical activities to a minimum and feeding her a diet to try and strengthen her heart in the hopes that it would help. While nothing did, as a result, Amelia spent a lot of time drawing while watching her mother work.

By the time she was in second grade, her artistic skills were well beyond those of her peers. She was able to accurately draw the flowers in her mother's shop, albeit without the details needed to be considered truly accurate. Seeing this, her parents signed her up for extra art classes and began pushing her to improve. As time went on, they would become overly critical of her work, to the point that it seemed like nothing would satisfy them.

To make matters worse, her brother wasn't very supportive of her either. Jealous of all the attention his little sister was receiving, the boy began bullying her while they were still young. Taking advantage of her inability to talk, and therefore call for help, and inability to fight back for fear of causing more drama, the boy would pull off various cruel, sometimes malicious, stunts. When Amelia was only six, he locked her out of the house during a thunderstorm while their parents were away, only letting her in in time for her to take a bath and change cloths before their parents came home, leaving the girl traumatized for life. As time went on, he would leave her alone but his attitude towards her is still antagonistic and he often belittles her.

Other then her home life, health, and the expectations placed upon her, Amelia has lead a rather normal, uneventful life until recently. Moving up in the business world, Amelia's father can now afford to send her to more expensive schools and, just after her freshman year began, had his daughter transferred to Beverly Hills High. Now facing the unknown, Amelia must now get used to a world she knows little to nothing about and find her place in it.

None.

I do not have a favorite song from this year. If I did have a favorite song though, it would be The One Who Laughs Last by Downplay

Nope

Jackson Mark Sullam.

Jack, Sully or Jay.

10/1/1998

17.

Male.

Heterosexual.

Single.

Part-time DJ work at a local club.

Senior.

Performer.

Jack is fairly tall and slim, however he has broad shoulders and does not starve himself an so is not stick thin by a long chalk. His hair is black, and straight, and he styles it every day to sit ‘just so’ on top of his head. His features are somewhat sharp and he seems to carry himself with an almost unearned sense of satisfaction. His skin is a little pale and he struggles to tan, however he has also never sun burned and is careful about looking after his looks. One thing that is also noticeable is that his nose is ever so slightly off centred, following a break when he was young, and he hates his nose for it. Though has come to a point where he is just accepting it now. Finally Jack has one tattoo, though not somewhere obvious, on his upper arm he has the words “Like the prodigal son…” in black script.

- Despises smoking, and is known to literally take cigarettes from someone’s lips and throw them away.
- Taps his foot when he is nervous.
- Always has aviator glasses on his person.
- He snacks on sunflower seeds and regularly carries a bag of them.
- Can’t help but use his hands when talking, he can be quite animated and gesticulates even when laid back.

- Listening to the music of others.
- Writing his own music.
-He plays a lot of sports. (Football (Soccer), Basketball and Hockey)

- Music
- Sports
- Socialising
- Reading
- Study

- Smoking
- Ignorance
- Extreme laziness
- Bullying
- Immaturity

- Exclusion/Solitude
- Small spaces
- Extreme closeness

Jack was born poor, as such he has a bit of a working chip on his shoulder. He dislikes people who have been fed from a silver spoon all their lives and finds the nature of them very un-bearing. Yet despite this he is also somewhat aloof himself, he is talented, and he knows it all too well. As such he counts himself as better than most of the others, and this is twinned with his refusal to let himself become too close to anyone else. He has burned more bridges than he has ever built and seemingly will continue to do so even though he dislikes the idea of being stuck out on his own.

Do not believe Jack is anti-social, however, he is fantastic company and always tries to be somewhat positive and inclusive with people. Just don’t expect his real feelings or genuine heart to be included in that. He takes much pride in the way he looks, but accepts that he will never please everybody and has no issues if people dislike his look. Really, he wants himself to be himself, and when he isn’t living up to his own standards, then he has real issues. Jack’s nature is that of seeming randomness, he looks like he lacks a little direction at times. But don’t be fooled, he is a smart guy, and he knows far more than he might ever let on. Not that he wants to be a ‘know it all’.

Now, whilst he tries not to appear too smart, he is also very proud of who he is and if someone wants to get into it (‘It’ being a conversation, fight or cuddle even) Jack will not back down for the sake of appearing cool. He has no issues being assertive and putting himself across firmly, he just prefers it when he can be a little laid back.

Jack was born in London, England, however ended up in Beverly Hills High on his way to a University scholarship in America that he would never have received in the UK. Jack’s father wasn't around at his birth, after he found out his mother was pregnant he had skipped town never to be seen again. As such Jack's mother was determined to be a good enough parent for herself and the absentee father. This event also has lead to her refusing to date again, it wasn't that she didn't like men, she just couldn't bring herself to be that vulnerable.

Although Jack's time at a school would be free, his pre school wasn't. As such he used to sit behind the counter at the cafe in which Jack's mother worked. During his early music lessons he found that he was naturally quick at learning to play instruments. His own mother encouraged this as she used to play a broad range of music all the time, from Mozart, to The Rolling Stones and Jay-Z. By the time he was 12 Jack was a guitar prodigy, accomplished on the piano/keyboard and an average drummer. It was then that he joined a music Academy, on a music scholarship, that held the equipment to DJ and create tracks. Now Jack had the real outlet he needed. During his time at the Academy though he got into a number of fights as a small group of fellow students joked and bullied him about his poor back ground. This was where he got his busted lip, after that he managed to claw a few friends and he had an alright time after that. He even managed to get a girlfriend for a short while, however that ended swiftly as he caught her cheating on him at a party. At the age of 15 Jack was forced to take up a part time job to help pay the bills, it wasn't too hard however it took him away from his music, and whilst he never voiced his resentment of this fact, his mother knew it.

Even at the Academy which specialised in music, Jack was special and so he would often do the music for big events and other social events that were run. During an award ceremony he played in a band, giving the winners a track to walk up too and some soft music for people to mingle too after. Another example was the 'Locked In' event where students spent an evening in the building with the hall at their disposal. It ended with a fairly loud Drum and Bass concert from Jack and a fair amount of damage to the hall. During a concert he was headlining at the Academy, he was talent scouted by Beverly Hills High, under the impression he would have a much greater opportunity there than in England. He signed that when he was available he would go and become a student under a scholarship. The High School paid for all his tuition fees, flight costs and room and board. The day Jack flew out was the first time Jack had ever seen his mother cry, they were tears of joy as he reassured her that all the amazing happening were thanks to her strength and passion in raising him right.

None, as of yet.

Dark Angels, RHCP. Saw it live at Reading and still crying about how much my soul loved it.

N.A.

Bartimaeus Lucian Locke

Ty
Luci
T

10/07/1998

17

Male

Straight

Single

If you ask him, he’s a self-employed game changer

Senior

Jock, duh

Standing just under his father, at 6’3”, Ty is rather tall, with short black hair and icy blue eyes. He dresses in shirts that are loud and covered in graphics, jeans that cost more than your car, and shoes that cost more than your house. He has an expensive pair of Oakley’s sunglasses that he’s almost always wearing(including inside and at night), and on the few occasions that he isn’t wearing them, they hang from the collar of his shirt. He has a different baseball cap for almost every team in the United States, and a few for record labels he’s fond of.

Admittedly, Ty has a bit of a babyface. But, hey, it gets the panties wet and in the long run, that’s what matters.

Ty is very expressive, often responding to questions or comments with his facial expressions rather than replying with words. His hands move a lot when he talks, and he almost always maintains eye contact with whoever he’s speaking with. There are often little smirks and other suggestive motions when he’s talking to a ladyfriend. He’s very good at moving his eyebrows around, perhaps because of genetics, perhaps because he spent 79898574398574397432648739215907 minutes practicing in front of the mirror. Who knows? Not you.

Ty is an expressive young man. He prefers to use gestures and facial expressions to show how he feels about things, rather than telling how he feels. As a result, a lot of people don’t know what the fuck he means or what he wants or what he’s saying. He can be confusing at times as a result, but… he doesn’t give a shit.

About anyone or anything, other than himself. He’s self-entitled, on an incredibly short fuse, and extremely egotistical. He knows he’s good, at everything he does, or at least he truly believes he is. His results are usually alright, but his methods can be… abhorrent, from time-to-time. He has a lot of raw potential, but it’s unhoned and will likely remain such unless he gets some kind of motivation to mold into something… less shitty.

For now, though, he’s a young man. He hates the world, and the world hates him, as far as he’s concerned. He’s come to the conclusion that life sucks, and the only good that’s gonna come out of it is sticking it in nice butts. And in that respect, he does a pretty good job for himself. Girls are pretty easy at parties, drugs and alcohol are excellent inhibition lowers.

In most situations, he’s pretty brave, with only a few things really bringing fear out of him. He’s too concerned with winning(or changing) the game of life to care about being afraid. The only things that really scare him are the things that can take him out of the game: his father, his grandfather, and the military academy they both attended as children(although at this point, Ty would be one of the older ones.)

no >:(
Yes. :(
Just listen to this song ok youtube.com/watch?v=zEZBeHsgVrs

hes the best

Wolfe Andrew Kingsley

his name is wolfe that shit is badass do you really think he wants to be called anything else?

...sentinel. his friends call him sentinel

09/09/1997

18

Male

straighter than straight he’s the straightest dude you’ve ever seen trust me on that
he’s straight

Single

A mechanic, but he aspires to be a firefighter

Senior

Jock

Wolfe carries himself with such an air of confidence that it’s almost overbearing. He’s tall, standing at about six foot four and a half, and he’s muscular, overly so for a highschooler. He takes good care of himself, and has a strong, sharp jaw line.

He traditionally wears tight t-shirts, and tank tops/wifebeaters whenever applicable. No, he does not beat his wife. He isn’t even married, stupid.

For pants, he prefers black jeans. Not because he’s edgy or anything. Just a preference, back up. He also likes to wear gym shorts. They’re comfortable.

Pride.

Wolfe is dangerously prideful, and will hold a grudge with someone who’s injured his pride almost forever. It’s a hard hole to dig yourself out of once you’re in it. Wolfe gets his revenge in small ways, or big ways, depending on the type of crime against him. To the people that are lucky enough to call him a friend though, Wolfe is fiercely loyal, and would likely take a bullet for any other member of the Elite (yes, even Ty), though few other people have attained that level of friendship with him.

Wolfe’s generally not the most well liked of his group of friends, and that’s largely due to the way his personality is. He just comes off as a gruff, intimidating, apathetic young man who probably has anger issues. Once you get to know him though, he’s been described as a big teddy bear (Ty’s doing, only said once. Probably never again.). Wolfe likes the picture he’s painted of himself as an unapproachable badass. It means less people try to talk to him.

He doesn’t like talking to randies (people he doesn’t know very well), and only does it when absolutely necessary.

Wolfe Andrew Kingsley. His name alone makes it seem like he was destined for greatness from the beginning…

Unfortunately, when you take his initials: WAK, you get the actual reality of his existence: whack.

Wolfe is originally from Alaska, born to a young woman who’d lived all her life there, and a young man who’d came North for work with his younger brother. During his childhood, he grew up in a log cabin that his father and brother had built upon deciding that they liked it here, and would stay. After making oodles of money working on oil pipelines, the brothers had purchased a decent chunk of land and set to their next task: striking it rich with gold. Wolfe was homeschooled for most of his childhood, due to the remoteness of where his parents had chose to raise him.

Despite this, once his father and uncle struck it rich (and they did, finding a huge strain of gold in the Bering Sea), his mother insisted that, at the least, she and her family move down to society, to give Wolfe a chance at a more social life, noticing that the young boy was becoming more and more of a recluse as the years went by. As a happy wife tends to lead to a happy life, Wolfe’s father agreed and they moved down to southern California, with his father spending time in Alaska to continue working, but ultimately having a 50/50 stake in whatever their company found, as per the agreement he’d made with his brother years ago.

Now 14, Wolfe was beginning school in an environment he’d never experienced before: public. Living in a huge home, and ultimately finding that he kind of liked it here over the barren snow of where he was born and raised, Wolfe found his ‘clique’ fairly quickly; that of some kid named Bryant O’Connor and the dude that was always hanging around with him: Erick Anderson--sorry, Ender Anderson.

Regardless of how much he prefers life with his squad, Wolfe takes almost the entirety of each summer to go back North to the family land and live. Hunt, sleep under the stars, build a fire, track, look for gold.

Be a man.

It’s in his blood.

he plays foosball

the devils game

Yeah, but I mean… come on. This is like my sixth character...

Wolfe has a license to carry a concealed firearm.

Also, he’s cool.

Erick James Anderson Jr.

Ender
Don’t call him Erick if you aren’t looking to get your fucking ass beat.

10/16

17

Male

Bisexual

Engaged to the game

Nope.

Senior

Jock

Ender is far and away the best dressed of his friends. He knows when things match, when they don’t, and what to wear. He’s fancy, it’s really that simple. Button up shirts, ties, slacks. That’s what he wears on a day to day. Being well dressed is fucking easy and frankly, there’s no excuse.

He can always be found wearing a small chain around his neck, with a small, smooth, circular piece of metal hanging from it.

He has a soft face, framed by short brown hair, with dark brown eyes. Like the rest of his friend group, Ender is fit and attractive. The only issue Ender has is nine out of ten times, he has a fight mark on his face: black eye, crooked nose, bruised cheek. Some people are into it, some people think it makes him look gross. C’est la vie.

Ender is a product of his upbringing, first and foremost.

If his relationship with his father was better, or if his mother was alive, maybe he’d be a nicer person. But, his relationship with his father is fucking terrible, and his mother has been dead for just over a decade. As a result, Ender is an emotionally short, distant young man with far fewer redeeming traits than his downsides. He’s good at football, and he knows that. In fact, most of his personality can be found in what he does at the beginning of each play: Ender will walk to the line and raise his hand, pointing a finger gun at the opponent’s quarter back, then fire. Bam. Ended.

He’s an alright dude to hang out with, once you get over his general abrasive and aggressiveness. He’s been described as a ‘nail-file of a person’ (Ty’s doing. Never again). He’s extremely close with his friends, not with other people, though even the rest of his group will admit that Ender is the most distant of the lot. He disappears randomly for long periods of time and can be hard to get ahold of, despite thousands of texts and hundreds of phone calls.

Irish and Italian. Same name as his father.

His father used to be a professional football player, for the San Francisco 49ers, and won four Super Bowl rings before sustaining an injury that kept him out for just over a half a season. When he came back, he couldn’t perform quite as well as he did before- due to a variety of reasons, and, like any self-respecting Irishman would, he took out his frustration on the bottle of alcohol, his wife, and his then 5 year old son. Suddenly second string, his rage was beyond what Ender and his mother had seen in the past.

He beat Ender’s mom. She died, and so did their unborn child.

Quietly covered up by an excellent legal team and Ender’s father’s friends in high places as a fall down a flight of stairs, the son and father moved out of SF, heading south while receiving pay from the Niners, thankful for the good championships they’d won under his father’s initial run and leadership. They wound up in Beverly Hills. Ender had just freshly turned seven, and hit it off quite well with his next-door neighbor: Connor. The two became fast friends, a friendship that went beyond that--they were brothers, and they would ride together die together for life.

Though it stopped for a little while after they moved, by the time Ender was 10, his father was back on the bottle again, and Ender found himself escaping the home (really, it was more of a prison) that he lived in by running off and staying the night at Connor’s. When he turned fourteen, he’d spent so much time at Connor’s, that Connor’s parents chose to just give him a house key. He basically lived there anyway, and showed up at random, awful times in the middle of the night--and to be honest, they were getting sick of being woken up by the door bell.

His father thrashed him constantly. In fact, one could go so far as to say that Erick James Anderson Senior blamed his injury, the loss of his wife, and the loss of his unborn child on Ender. Connor would often question the bruises and cuts on his friend’s body, but Ender would shrug it off and say ”You should see the other guy,” because… Ender wasn’t weak. And he wouldn’t let anyone know what happened to him. He didn’t need help.

Didn’t want it.

At thirteen, Connor decided that Ender wasn’t an Erick. He was… an Ender. After all, he was the second best football player (behind Connor himself) that Connor had ever seen, and a play with Ender was a game winner. So… Ender he became. The young teen latched onto the nickname obsessively, going so far as to get physical with people who called him Erick instead. He wasn’t like his father. He didn’t want to share the same name as him, and he hated that people insisted on reminding him that he did. So, Ender he was. And Ender he would stay.

By the time they reached high school, and their group of friends grew, even the teachers just called him Ender. It was nice. He liked it, appreciated it.

To this day, Ender honors his mother--a woman he only has bright memories of, and the only person he knows for sure has ever cared about him--by listening to her favorite song ‘Wanted, Dead or Alive’ by Bon Jovi, and by wearing a chain with a piece of steel hanging from it.

Pressed into the steel is his mother’s fingerprint.

Since he received it at the funeral, Ender has never taken it off, and likely never will.

Football.

get off my dick

like anyone who’s irish and italian, ender is catholic.

He drives a 2016 Dodge Viper. A present from his deluded father meant to make up for all the torment he’s caused Ender to suffer. It didn’t work, and, even beyond that, the torment continues.

Still, rides nice.

ender’s aight

Leon Christopher Brycen

Leo
Chris

02/02

17

Male

Straight

Single

He ain’t got time to work, too busy

Senior

Jock

The shortest of his friend group--at 6’2”, not a short man by any means, Leon is nonetheless attractive, with short cut sometimes sandy blonde, sometimes light brown hair--depending on how the light hits it. His eyes are a bright blue. Not quite as muscular or as a cut as his peers (especially Wolfe and Ender--it’s hardly even fair, those two are like machines), Leon is still attractive.

He dresses in standard clothing, t-shirts, jeans. He’s a teenager, not a fashionista. Ender can catch these hands.

At his core, Leon is a romantic. Yep. That’s just the way it is. He likes the idea of flirting with a woman and courting her, and to be honest, he’s pretty good at it (maybe it has something to do with the rumors that Leon is like, the second coming in the bedroom), but he ain’t about that relationship life. He likes to have sex and he likes the act of courting, but he doesn’t like the idea of being tied down to one person. Maybe, in the future he’ll be a wonderful husband, but for now…

He’s in it for the nookie, yo.

Still, though, Leon is brightly tempered, and easily entertained, to the point that he’s almost the most popular of his group. Unlike Ty, who’s annoying, Wolfe, who’s angry, Ender, who’s brooding, and Connor, who’s self-absorbed, Leon is approachable and open to conversation with just about anyone. He’s the least elitist of the Elite (though Ty would basically happily talk to anyone, no one would happily talk with Ty), and makes a point of being friends with everyone and dicking as many as he can.

Son of an aircraft engineer and a successful real estate agent, Leon has lived the most quiet life of the Elite. He never did anything fancy, his parents were never loud or overly successful, they were pretty… normal, in comparison. But that didn’t stop them from doing the important thing: being good. They gave Leon a comfortable life, kept him happy, fed, warm, even spoiled a bit. It was nice, and he couldn’t complain. Besides, their choice of residence in Beverly Hills put him on the same street as Ender, Connor, and Wolfe--who he would quickly become fast friends with the lot of them.

Leon has always been the best with women, from even their younger years, when he got a kiss in second grade and not a single one of the others could. It’s a talent, and one that he’s very fond of. Over the years, it helped that he seemed to be a natural at bedroom warfare, so to speak, and that he happened to hook up with gossip-y girl after gossip-y girl. He was a legend, after a certain point.

Eventually, it got so bad that it annoyed and frustrated the other boys, who were starting to feel like their masculinity was in jeopardy as a result of Leon’s popularity, and they began the now ever popular habit of saying that Leon sucks dick. If he’s gone? He’s sucking dick. If he leaves? Off to suck a dick. What? You have to deal with your problems somehow!

This has led to Leon having to defend his honor as best as he can, and at least stop them from saying it while he’s standing there. He doesn’t suck cock! Most likely, anyway.

At around 14, he gained a penchant for motorcycles, starting at first with dirt bikes, something he picked up from his father on a trip to the Glamis sand dunes, where he learned to ride. Ever since then, Leon has decided that anything with two wheels and a motor is his bitch. When he turned sixteen, he didn’t go for his driver’s license, Leon went straight for his motorcycle license. He’s a highly skilled rider, capable of racing, freestyle, or just cruising.

Leon participates in more than a few underground street races, which he tends to win. He has fun doing it, and will probably do it all his life. Additionally, he rides at a few FMX compounds scattered across the state, and spends time at the Glamis sand dunes. Motorcycles are fun. It’s his main hobby, and what he does with most of his free time.

It’s fun. And exhilarating. And there are tons of chicks at the get-togethers.

He occasionally shows up at the meets with Ty, who enjoys street racing himself, but is more accustomed to 4-wheel vehicles.

Foosball. Left wide receiver

DID YOU READ THE RULES FAM? STOP RIDING MY DICK