Jareth Michael Wells

March 13^th // Sixteen

Male, unexplored/in denial/closeted bisexual

City Boy. Emo. Foster Kid. Rebel. Stoner. Troubled.

Dishwasher at The Diner. The owner lets him play metal and screamo in the back, as long as it isn’t so loud that the customers can hear it. It’s a pretty good deal.

One of the first things people notice about Jareth is his hair, which has been dyed a thick, inky black since before he even arrived at Westworth; no one at the high school even knows what it’s natural color is. It is obvious that Jareth cares a lot about what his mane looks like, as it is always blow-dried to a fluffy, soft texture, and then flat-ironed to perfection. The ebony fringe sits just above his black-rimmed silvery blue eyes, mostly out of his sight, but sometimes it covers his left eye when it is in need of a trim. These raven locks curtain a forehead that he himself considers to be too big for your average human and, like his natural hair color, few people have ever seen it.

A second notable - oftentimes jarring - bodily feature of Jareth is his physique. The sixteen year-old boy stands at a short five-foot-seven and weighs only around 120 pounds soaking wet. Jareth is thin…like, ‘holy shit does this kid even eat? … is he okay?!’ levels of thin. The answer to these questions is: yes, he does eat and, yes, he is actually very physically healthy. Jareth has always been small, falling behind his peers on both the average height and weight charts all throughout his childhood. These days he has more or less caught up to his classmates in height, but the combination of his vegetarian diet, love of morning runs, and natural metabolism keeps him impressively lean.

A final noteworthy point, perhaps the most prominent in a small town like Westworth, is Jareth’s look. In a sea of baggy blue jeans, flannel, and leather work boots, Jar sticks out more than a scarecrow in the fields. He is one of the few males in school with piercings: ¾ wooden gauges in both ears, a steel 14g ring in his left nostril, and steel spider bite-style rings set to the right side of his bottom lip. Jareth got the twin lip piercings freshman year and the rings have since chipped his right lateral incisor slightly, which does little to mar his beaming white smile on the rare occasions that he chooses to flash it. It isn’t that Jareth is constantly scowling, exactly, but he does always seem to be a little caught up in his thoughts, or sad… or just lost?

Staple clothing items in Jareth’s closet include painfully tight skinny jeans - often adorned with belts and chains that make it so you can always hear Jareth coming before you see him, and jackets - army style, canvas, or leather (fake, of course), sometimes even a combination. This is partially a style choice, but mostly a practical necessity, because he is always freezing. Only in the most roasting days of the summer will you catch Jareth wearing anything less than a dark long sleeved tee, at least. In addition to clothing, Jareth sports some rather unusual accessories, including multiple layered necklaces of varying lengths, which he switches out daily. Some are chains and others black cords, a few have pendants like a fake bullet, a dull-edged razor blade, or ironically worn crosses and rosaries. Lastly - but most important to Jareth - is a collection of multicolored bracelets that take up about 3 inches of his right wrist. The dingy strips of fabric, braided string, and beads were made for him by other kids in the Denver Children’s Home, his pre teenaged friends, and the bracelets hold deep sentimental value to Jareth. They will continue to remain on his wrist for as long as they will fit.

What You See:
It is easy to look at someone like Jareth and think that you know what they are like. At face value, he appears to be your average burnout stereotype, and in some ways he is. He smokes a lot of pot, lives for creating art and playing his guitar, and doesn’t seem to care about much else but living in the now. Jareth has never excelled in school, he scrapes by with average C grades and the occasional B if he finds the subject interesting enough. He maintains a healthy social life and fills his free time with parties, bonfires, camping trips in the woods, floating in the summertime, and boarding in the winter. At times he can be a little immature and wild, like he is trying to live out a happy childhood and his teenage years all at once… because, he kind of is, now that he has the ability to. Jar has a small group of tight friendships, a wide group of friendly acquaintances, and just a few people that he very obviously does not get along with. He doesn’t mind that people see him as violent, rebellious, or troubled, in fact, he encourages the ‘bad boy’ reputation he’s built up - it’s sexy, right?

What I Know:
Most of what you see? It’s a front - a finely crafted facade to cover a crumbling, unsteady foundation. Jareth has issues, a lot of them. Growing up in the children’s home and failed foster care accrued Jareth a laundry list of mental afflictions. Some, like the night terrors, dissolved in time. Others, like the depression, anxiety, and ODD, they require lifelong medication and therapy to cope with. Perhaps they too will go away, in time, at least the ODD is starting to. Currently, Jareth has found that a mix of SSRIs, music, sweet Colorado green, and required bi-weekly sessions to ‘talk about it’ is pretty much working for him. Surprisingly enough, he’s feeling more emotionally and mentally stable than he ever has. Though, if you ask him, he’ll still says this place is hell. Literal hell.

Those closest to Jareth know some of his story, but nobody knows absolutely everything. He keeps it hidden, locked inside as much as he can, afraid of driving people away with his burdens. He wants to be happy, to surround himself with lifelong friendships and to find real love, but he’s also scared. It’s not so much the friendships that are terrifying, but the love part. His twin fears of commitment and, ultimately, abandonment keep him from ever getting too attached to romantic partners. This is also the reason he chafes against his foster parents so much... if he dislikes them, it won’t hurt as much when they decide that they don’t want him anymore. Though, now that he is seventeen and mostly on track to graduate next year, these fears aren’t really holding up as much. The only one standing in the way of his own happiness is himself, and he is starting to see that.

More than anything in the world, Jareth wants to make music. He can play the piano, guitar, sing, and keep a beat on a drumset. Right now it’s just a solo thing, he’s learning as much as he can, improving his craft and expressing himself. He’s singing and playing while alone. He’s singing and playing with friends. He’s singing and playing because he can’t not be singing and playing. But, someday he hopes to make a living doing what he is most passionate about - to join a band, or start one, but he definitely needs to get the fuck out of here!

☠ Commitment
☠ Not making it in the music industry
☠ Abandonment

✔ Music - making it and listening to it. Always.
✔ Art - especially reading and drawing comics
✔ Tattoos & Piercings - alternative fashion in general.
✔ Morning Runs
✔ Bonfires
✔ Parties
✔ Being drunk
✔ Getting high

✘ Animal cruelty
✘ Rednecks
✘ Corrupt government and politics
✘ His foster parents
✘ His biological parents
✘ Sports - the organized kind, gym class is still fun
✘ Homophobia

Jareth was born to a drug addict groupie and some mystery musician. His teenaged birth mother gave him up for adoption immediately upon giving birth and, to this day, he hasn’t actually met her. It wasn’t one of those happy adoptions either, as his first set of ‘parents’ didn’t work out and, as such, he wound up in the foster care system. This lack of unconditional parental love or stability lead to behavioral problems throughout his childhood, which made finding a forever home all the more difficult. Jareth bounced from home to home - some families were too soft and kind to handle a ‘troubled kid’, and others were just plain abusive. All in all, he had a total of six failed placement homes.

When Brian and Charlotte McKinney stepped foot in the home, Jar had unknowingly met his match. The McKinney’s couldn’t have child of their own, so they sought out adoption facilities in nearby cities. When they arrived at the Denver Children’s Home, they were sure they would finally find a child to bring home… what they didn’t expect was for it to be a moody pre teen boy. Charlotte was and is a registered nurse, and Brian works as a correctional officer, both commute to Littleton and choose to live in Westworth because it is quaint and close to Char’s family. Charlotte’s professional background makes her empathetic, and Brian, well Brian is just a real fucking hard ass. Together, they wound up being the parents that Jareth needed - not the ones that he wanted, but the ones he needed, and still needs.

Jareth entered the Westworth seventh grade in January, already half way through the school year. He was the shiny new thing in one dull ass town, and the students were talking about his arrival before he even stepped foot in the doors. All elbows and knees (even more so then than he is now), with his unique style and long dyed hair, he was an immediate target for the redneck bully crowd. One towering giant - seriously, he was huge, and Jareth was pretty sure he didn’t belong in middle school, either - approached him on his first day and gave him a less than subtle once over. “Are you wearing makeup, City Boy?” he had said, laughing and encouraging his buddies to join in on the fun. Jar had been through this before, the whole new kid hazing process; Now was a defining moment, it was the first impression that would shape his reputation for the duration of his stay at Westworth, however short that might be. So, Jareth unapologetically looked the kid dead in the eyes, glaring in eerie silence, and then brushed past to walk by. “And bracelets too? Hey, don’t walk away from me, faggot!” he said and grabbed at his wrist.

That was it, like a switch flipped in Jareth’s brain from passive to aggressive in 0.2 seconds. Jar whirled around and clipped the kid hard in his jaw. His surprise was obvious, that a scrawny runt like this would even dare, but Jareth used this to his advantage and laid in with a second and third punch to a cheek and eye. A crowd of onlookers quickly gathered. When his fists weren’t doing the damage he saw fit, Jareth reeled back and actually headbutted him right in the nose, it was savage. Blood poured from the homophobe’s nose and Jareth was left dazed with an angry red mark on his forehead. In this daze he felt a hand on his shoulder, pulling him back from the bleeding kid. Jareth violently turned towards the source of touch and the blonde boy flinched and stepped back. Jar sneered something along the lines of back the fuck off before pushing his way through the crowd and towards the exit.

And so, Jareth made himself known at Westworth by getting nearly a week of out of school suspension on his first day and telling his now best friend to ‘fuck off’. Apparently, that wasn’t enough to scare little Remy. When Jareth arrived back at school the following week, most students gave him a wide berth in halls, although they never stopped their gossipy whispers. Remy, though, he hopped right up to Jareth - literally, it was like the kid had springs in his shoes - and asked him if he was okay. This was a weird question because, well, he wasn’t really the loser of that scuffle. The energetic blonde became Jareth’s unrequested, self-appointed guide to life in Westworth. It was through him that Jareth met his closest friends and found as much of a niche as he could for himself in this tiny town. He even convinced him to join the school band, fucking marching band. But it’s not so bad, life is good now, and getting better.

Percussionist in the marching band.
“Yes, that’s it. That’s quite enough school spirit for me, thank you!”

Jareth is still known as the new transfer kid from the city… even though it’s been four years. His violent outburst in 7th grade keeps kids from messing with him, thinking that it’s best not to fuck with crazy. It's also pretty much agreed that when it comes to Westworth musicians, Jareth is the best around, often playing acoustic at local parties and events.

Mediocre at most subjects for lack of effort and interest, good at art and music, horrid at math and chemistry.

⚡️ Jar fiddles with his lip rings when he’s nervous, or thinking, or drawing. Really, he does it a lot, which explains the chipped tooth.
⚡️ Has been a vegetarian since they showed that awful documentary on animals in the food industry in 9th grade biology.
⚡️ Knows how to play classical piano, semi self-taught back in the Home.
⚡️ Is a teenage boy that surprisingly isn’t into video games.
⚡️ Sometimes he has really wacky dreams and likes to recreate them in a form of drawn comics.
⚡️ Jareth and Mariah dated briefly in ninth grade and have remained close friends ever since.
⚡️ Remy is his best friend, hands down. The Best.

▷ Remy's FC: Kyle David Hall
▷ Late Mother's FC Hilarie Burton, Father's FC Brandon Molale, Lil Sis' FC Lina Renna
▷ Faheys: Ian McShane/Olivia Newton - Future mom/sis: Reese Reese Witherspoon and Dove Cameron - Delaneys: Tommy Lee Jones & Isabella Rossellini

Joanna Eliza Manning

June 30th, 2000

Female; pansexual

she's not white or asian guys.... she's both

Unemployed bc junior year is hard af

Anna is about 5'9ish. Tall on her mom's side, average on her dad's side. Her hair was originally darker shade of brown but she had since dyed it a lighter shade for the sake of her "aesthetic". She loves wearing gray, dark blue, or white clothes. Light wash jeans, gray t-shirt, and white converse are a typical outfit of hers.

What You See:
To those people that don't really know Anna, she's just your typical aestheticy girl that is somehow on the basketball team. She also doesn't really talk much whether it'd be in class or outside, she's the same way even when packed in the middle of her little group of friends. She's just too quiet.

What I Know:
Anna values loyalty and honesty above all else. She holds those that she trusts very close to her heart and would do anything for them. She can also be very passionate about things, and once someone starts to talk her up she opens up, blooming like a flower of sorts. Not many people have witnessed her opening up because not many people know her in that way.

to finally be able to leave and do her own thing in a place not in colorado

Joanna Manning was born in, out of all the places in the world, Austin, Texas. Her father, Robert, was a business owner of sorts, and her mother, Lisa, was a nurse at a very big hospital in the heart of Austin. However, once Anna's younger brother came along, they decided to relocate to a small town in Colorado. Her parents justified it as getting away from the calamity of living in a big city. Despite wanting to do so, it was hard for them to find a job in the town they had relocated themselves. As a result, they both work right n
Denver, her mother working at Denver General Hospital, and her father a part of the Denver Broncos' staff.

Meanwhile, Anna was always such a quiet person. Even as a baby she seldom cried. That didn't change, even as a member of basketball teams her entire life. She communicated through bodily gestures. Her uprising really wasn't that eventful as she lived life and floated on through school doing her own thing. She never stuck her nose where it didn't belong nor did she like confronting people or anything like that. Most still don't know anything about her, even those who had known her since preschool.

basketballbasketballbasketballbasketballbasketball

only like a handful of people really know about her lmao

Best: math
Worst: chemistry

SHE FUCKING HATES HER CHEMISTRY TEACHER BECAUSE HE'S A FUCKING DICK.

Johnathan Francis Mason II

July, 25 in Denver, Colorado

Heterosexual Male (Tumblr not included)

Atheist

Part time at Bryson's Auto doing paper work and minor labor (Oil change, brakes, tires).

Frederick stands in at around 6 flat and weighing in roughly at 150lbs. As he does enjoy going to the gym and dancing, it can be seen in his lean and fit body. John does have a few tattoos, the most prominent one being his right sleeve in the form of a steampunk mechanical arm that ends at the bottom of his wrist. Around his neck is his brother's dogtags tatted onto his body. He has also earned a few scars from working at Bryson's Auto such as a long scar that runs up his right index finger when he mistakenly put his finger near fast moving belt. John prefers vintage attire. Pinstripe pants and vests, button up shirts, fedoras and the like. Even at home his is at least in a polo and sweats.

What You See:
Many would see a bit of a slacker, preferring to listen to music in class rather than do his work or study. He seems a bit on the wound up side, as if he has an Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder.

What I Know:
He takes his work seriously, leaving class to read chapters and take notes while doing most of his work at home and handing it in at the end of the week, taking on a college like aura as seen in his high grades, despite his lackadaisical approach.

To get a record deal with a good company and go big.

John's father is a bit of a hard ass, understandable considering he is a seasoned military vet, earning a purple heart and a silver star among a few others during his tours so a military upbringing was grounded into him from day one, even though he doesn't really follow it. His oldest brother was an inspiration to him, getting the middle child into music and dance when he was growing up and his mother assisted in this, showing him dances like swing, jive and the jitterbug. He continued on this path even when his brother left for active duty. His eldest brother had also earned his right in military history but unfortunately in a different way. John Jr, Jeff's older brother was killed in Fallujah via IED during a patrol. For some time Jeff kept to himself and stayed away from people, angry at the world. It took only about a year for him to get back into the flow of things. He is still dealing with the loss and in his own way, through music.

Jeff has taken inspiration from famous singers like Glen Miller, Tony Darcy and dancers like the Michael Jackson, Whiteys Lindy Hoppers and the like and this was thanks to his mother. His brother had gotten him into other genres like rock, heavy metal and techno. It wasn't until he went to a techno concert did he decide he want to create music and produce his own stuff. His father didn't approve of his choice as he considered it unreasonable and unrealistic. But that did not deter him from continuing on. He has already written some of his own songs and techno and has been given some slack from his father after seeing the amount of views his songs have gotten.

Dance, Theatre

Doesn't really have one that he is aware of.

Music, PE, English, Math/ Science, History

Music Teacher and English teacher, Stays late in the Music room to use their turntables and stereo.

Mariah Deserae Carter

04/04, 16

Female, pansexual

N/A

Cashier at Hopper’s Corner store.

Mariah is a very smol girl, and looking at her parents and even her grandparents, it’s not entirely a surprise. She’s barely five foot even, and weighs barely one-hundred pounds. Given how slender and tiny she is, it’s no surprise that she can always be found wearing a grey zip-up sweater, with two pockets (each equipped with handwarmers), and jeans. Underneath the sweater, she wears different t-shirts advertising her favorite bands and albums. Some of her favorites are t-shirts with Eddy, Iron Maiden’s mascot, on the front, a Back in Black t-shirt, and a Stone Temple Pilots tee. Most of these t-shirts are black, which is not exactly her first choice, but whatever. It works.

She commonly wears a carefully knitted wool cap, which her mother made her years ago. Mariah has a habit of chewing on the ends, and occasional whapping her friends with them. Long ago, when the children were in fourth grade, Mariah vowed that she would never remove her cap when the wintery months began, in mid November, until they ended in early April. To this day, she has kept this promise, wearing it in class even when teachers have asked her to remove. As of her junior year, they’ve given up. The tiny girl will not be separated from the thing that gives her ears life when the chilled air wishes to touch her with death.

Similarly, her mother knitted her a scarf, and a few pairs, of mittens. Mariah is not a huge fan of the cold--it’s super effective to her due to how small she is. She thrives in the summer months where she can flaunt her band tees and enjoy life, but during the winter months, she’s basically constantly wrapped in a burrito of clothes.

During the wintery months, she wears a pair of black rubber boots, and during the summer months, she has different pairs of flats that she wears. She owns one or two pairs of heels, though she rarely wears them. They’re… weird.

Traditionally speaking, Mariah can be found in the school halls, huddled next to the heater, bundled up in her sweater, scarf, hat, and mittens. Please only approach her if you come bearing hot cocoa, she’s probably upset and chilly.

What You See:
To the untrained eye, Mariah Carter is the quintessential social butterfly. She easily blends from friend group to friend group and is cool with most everyone. She’s generally considered by her peers and teachers to be a sweetheart. She doesn’t fully understand the ideas of things like depression and hatred--she doesn’t hate anything (except for the smell of coffee beans), and tends to like mostly everyone. There’s rarely a moment when she’s talking to someone that her sweet smile fades from her lips.

She’s always honest, sometimes to the point of bluntness, very genuine and straightforward with her words. If she doesn’t like something, she’ll quickly and clearly express those feelings, she’ll do the same if she does like something, and will open and happily offer constructive criticism in most situations. While she doesn’t have any herself, Mariah is excellent at keeping secrets, and doesn’t mind being an ear for any of her classmates, or even people above or below her in the grade spectrum.

Thoughtful and friendly, Mariah has made a habit out of going to the office and (politely) demanding usage of the PA system to announce the birthday of all her classmates when the day comes around. What? Someone has to drive unity around here...

What I Know:
To the trained eye, Mariah Carter is the quintessential social butterfly. For the most part, Mariah’s honesty shines through in most of the things she does, and there’s truly no hidden personality beneath the surface. There are small things that she doesn’t tell everyone, like her dissatisfaction with her grades on occasion, which range from the rare D+ to the occasional A-. She worries about the future, but the most part focuses instead on the present, keeping herself happy.

Perhaps, deep down, she used to be annoyed by people underestimating her because she’s an adorable, loving little ball of sunshine, but no longer. She accepts her fate as a tiny girl, and is constantly trying to find ways to fight the heat.

Another thing the girl does that she doesn’t advertise is always keep a mixed bag of gummy bears and worms crammed into her sweater pocket, which feed and sustain her throughout the day. Brach’s, of course, the other brands just don’t compare--though she admits a bag of Albanese every once in a while isn’t all that bad.

All in, Mariah is herself. One in a million, a genuine caring young woman who always keeps a smile on her face and does her best to better everyone’s days.

Well, I used to want a kitten... Luckily, Grandpa bought me one. Mission success. Meet Loki.

What, I need a real dream here? I guess, not dying would be up there…

Three months before Mariah was born, her father was on trial for various drug related charges. Honestly, she’s never really cared about the specifics. He did something bad, that’s all she really knows, and she doesn’t want to press very hard on the matter. If her mother wanted her to know, she suspects she would have been told years ago, and she still doesn’t talk to her father enough for him to give her a straight answer.

But, that’s unimportant. What’s important is that after four and a half long years together, Mariah’s mother was left alone as a single mother. She didn’t know what she was going to do; her fiancee’s parents were no help, they wanted nothing to do with the poor pregnant girl and her soon to be born child--they’d barely wanted to see the young couple since they’d been told about the pregnancy (out of wedlock). So, Sophia Hopper had called her parents back home in Westworth Colorado, wanting to know if she could come home.

Even with the pregnancy, even with the criminal fiancee, Mariah’s grandparents were more than happy to accept them back into the fold. So, she’d gotten on the bus, promising that she’d stay faithful to her fiancee before she left, and then she’d went from Texas back to the warm, welcoming home of her parents.

Mariah’s birth was easy, and she was healthy, happy, and had a loving environment to grow up in. While she was growing up, she and her father were pen pals. Given the nature of his crimes, mostly non-violent, her mother saw no reason to hide his daughter from him. Besides, she still loved him. Throughout their correspondence, Mariah’s father did his best to have an impact on her life.

He largely chose to do this by sending her CDs to listen to. Back In Black, Highway to Hell, Cowboys from Hell, Number of the Beast, Rust in Peace, you know… classics. This helped shaped Mariah’s musical tastes, leading her to enjoy a flavor of music that includes mostly expertly shredded guitars and smooth basslines. On occasion, she’ll listen to a rap song, but generally speaking she’d prefer a good old fashioned AC/DC song anytime. In her opinion, Back in Black is possibly the closest the human race will ever get to composing and recording musical perfection.

When she turned nine years old, her mother purchased her an acoustic guitar and Mariah threw herself at the craft, wanting to one day be as good as Hendrix, Mustaine, or--if she was lucky enough, Jimmy Page. She’s kept at it ever since, even taking her father’s advice (delighted that his daughter was learning a musical instrument), and learned classical piano, and took up the violin in school. By thirteen years old, she had an electric guitar all her own, and wasn’t that bad.

Of course, in the present day, she’s still learning--but hey, she ain't half bad. In fact, she’s pretty good, and commonly records herself playing the lead guitar part to, and attempting to sing, cover songs from some of the bands her father has introduced her to, then uploading them to YouTube. Mostly for self-preservation. She isn’t that popular, maybe some day.

Just under two months ago, her father was released from prison. He moved up to Colorado with his daughter and wife. With the help of his wife’s parents, his daughter, and his wife, Mariah’s father is attempting to reintegrate himself into society.

Mariah is just enjoying the time she has left with her father, friends, and family. Though she loves her small town thoroughly, she aspires to attend an out of state college to flex her wings and see what the rest of the world is. Plus, somewhere out there, she has to have paternal grandparents. They can’t suck that much.

Student Council: Junior Class President
Takes the occasional extra after school lesson with the music teacher, sometimes on guitar, sometimes on violin. Occasionally, she hangs back and uses and abuses the superior equipment for quick and dirty jam sessions.
Art club--she enjoys painting and sculpting, mostly

TBD

Best: Music, art, English
Worst: Biology, PE

TBD

Nicolas Edward Chen

21st December, 1999 (Age 16)

Male, straight

Natural Leader, Good Thing He's The Basketball Captain Then

Unemployed, but working harder than most at school

Nicolas is tall and lightly built. His hair is dark and slightly long, usually left loose and curly. His eyes are brown and lips thin. He is obviously Asian despite how many generations his family has lived in Westworth, and is handsome by most standards, though not extraordinary.

What You See:
Nicolas seems outgoing, friendly, and trusting. Exactly the sort of person you'd want to know, even if he seems a little too focuses on tomorrow rather than today. On a few occasions he has done some "immoral" things to get back at people, though more often for his friends than himself. While this would not necessarily be obvious, ask anyone about him and that'd be one of the first things they'd say. He can seem egocentric despite his extroverted outlook, but this is an unintentional side-effect of being a little too ambitious.

What I Know:
Nicolas' outlook and charisma have meant he's never been short of "friends", but people he genuinely trusts are rarer and much more valuable to him. This was the cause of his vindictiveness, but he realised quickly that just because he trusts some people more than others does not mean that those he trusts less do not trust him. He has a constant, secret fear of letting people down, and the way he acts is his way of preventing that from ever happening. Around those he trusts most Nicolas seems more relaxed, as if the rest of his life is a stage and he's glad to be done acting, for now at least. Of course for Nicolas, that actually is the case.

Nicolas is very ambitious. He wants to succeed as much as possible at school, then travel to England study at Oxford University. He knows they're among the best, and this is exactly what he wants. After that, he's not sure, but he knows he wants to be the best at whatever he ends up doing.

The Chen family has been around longer than most in Westworth, despite the fact that most families have been around a while. The Chinese-American family sees itself and is seen as a vital part of the town, and the fact that Nicolas is a direct male-line descendant of Edward Chen, who traveled to America during its initial colonization, does not make his plans to leave any easier. Perhaps it was an omen he was born so close to the turn of the millennium - for generations leaving had never even been considered by the Chens. He grew up with the weight of his desires a constant secret. His parents, Lucas and Jennifer Chen, and his older sister, Alicia Chen, had no ideal, although Alicia's plans were remarkably similar.
When he started at the high school he already had a good idea what it'd be like - a combination of his constant secret-keeping and his sister's warnings had made sure he was ready for that. He joined the basketball team in his second year, became captain in his third, but nothing really changed.

Sports have never been a big thing for Nicolas, though a combination of natural talent and friends pestering him convinced him to take up basketball. He only takes part in extra-curricular activities that will help him achieve at school and later in life.

Nicolas is best known in school for being an awesome person 99% of the time, then giving whoever's pissed him off hell the other 1%. He is also known for being captain of the basketball team, and outside of school he is known for being the son of Lucas Chen, who is relatively famous on a local level, simply for running one of the only grocery stores in town.

Best: Maths, science
Worst: Art

Favorite teacher, hobbies, anything really regarding schooling. This section isn't necessary to fill out.

Oliver Everett Nichols

January 14th, 2000

Male, Bisexual

Clique: The Artsy Crowd. Oli's one of the more senior members of the drama club and is a whiz with a camera.
What People Say: When everyone thinks he isn't listening, Oli is the kid who's brother died. The sob story. And also Hardcore Hamlet. Not many drama kids can chug a bottle of Smirnoff like Oli can.
Politically: Dirty Liberal
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: Whiter than white bread.
Religion: Agnostic

Oli is a waiter at the local diner.

Oli's hot. He sure as hell doesn't think so, but everyone else certainly does. His shaggy, dirty blonde hair and dark blue eyes are the source of plenty of admiration. He's around six feet, not the tallest kid at school, but not short by any means. He's built thanks to the few days a week he spends at the school's gym, but he clearly isn't a football player. His smile is infectious though, and when his lips curl into a grin his whole face joins them. Blemish wise, Oli got lucky. His skin is relatively clear, aside from the smattering of freckles that cover his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. The most notable marking on him is the scar on his chin, the one mark from the car accident that he was in last April.

Perhaps the thing that draws the most attention to Oli is his presence. When he walks into a room, he owns it. His confidence seems to silently announce his arrival. He walks with a swagger, even in the face of recent tragedies. When he walks, he walks with purpose. He doesn't move around groups, he moves through them. Such is the way of Oli Nichols.

What You See:
Four words. Pain. In. The. Ass. Oli is loud and obnoxious, to the point that many instantly think of him as that one annoying asshole. Those who don't know him well enough thinks he's an annoying attention whore, who'd rather be up on stage or behind a camera than in a classroom. In short, he's not exactly extremely well liked by those he's not close with, especially most of the quieter more reserved kids.

What I Know:
To those that really know Oli, he's the nicest guy you could ever know, which is a bit of a miracle considering the events of the past year. He's one of those people who truly cares about others, someone who goes out of his way to help others. While he can be obnoxious and annoying at times, he does care about people's feelings. He's also a great friend, loyal to a fault. If Oli is your friend, and more likely than not he is, he'll stand by your side through pretty much anything. But Oli's most memorable trait, perhaps the one that everyone knows him by, is his sense of humor. He loves to laugh and make others do so, and it's what has helped him get so into his stage productions.

While Oli doesn't hide much of himself from others, he does feel the need to hide bits and pieces. Since the car accident last April, Oli has been different. He's far more controlling than normal, and hates leaving things to chance. He's also considerably more stubborn and rarely allows any other way but his way. Oli's temper has also been flaring up more and more. He's hurt, but he won't let anyone see that. Not now, and if he has his way, not ever.

Oli aspires to become a famous actor and then perhaps after that, get behind the camera. Ideally he'll win an Oscar for both Best Actor and also Best Picture.

When Jameson Nichols came back to town with a young woman on his arm and a wedding ring on his finger, everyone was shocked. His new bride was two months pregnant and everyone thought that it must have been a shotgun wedding. Jameson was going places they all said. He was too young to just marry some random girl from Boston and move back home. But that's exactly what he did. Seven months later, Jameson and his wife Lucy had not one, not two, but three kids on their hands. Oliver, Madison, and Lucas. The Nichols Triplets.

The Nichols quickly settled in. Jameson, a lawyer, got a job at a small law firm in town and Lucy became the assistant librarian, and read to the younger town kids on the weekends. As the oldest, Oli became the more or less leader of the troublesome trio, who were inseparable from the moment they lay eyes on one another. The three kids spent time running rampant around their mother's library and their father's office. Their dad was one of the only lawyers in town, so his practice was often booked, but their mom would regularly read to them. The library wasn't exactly a hub of business.

As Oli grew older, he found his place on stage. He began acting in the elementary school plays when he was in second grade, and from there on out he wanted nothing other than a life in the spotlight. He loved to entertain people and everyone knew it. In school he was the class clown, and the teacher's worst nightmare.

Entering high school was a surprisingly easy transition for the triplets. Oli was already well acquainted with upperclassmen from his time in the theatre, not to mention the size of their town. Madison excelled socially, and always had, but Lucas was different. As his siblings spread their wings, he preferred to stay quiet and reserved. He never did grow out of that. Sophomore year, in April, Lucas was driving Madison and Oli home from school after Oli's performance in the spring play. One second the triplets were singing along to Hamilton. The next, their car was upside down in a ditch.

The incident was the first major tragedy in quite some time. While Oli and Madison made it out fine, Lucas was killed. Oli and Madison spent the rest of the year on independent study, and let only their closest friends see them over the summer. It was a hard time. But with the new year rolling around, Oli is determined to make the most of it. While his sister will continue studying at home, he's taking his junior year by storm. He knows damn well that's what Lucas would've wanted, and he's not about to live his life in a dark room, crying.

Drama/Theatre Club
Photography and Film Club

Oli has a reputation as being a hilarious creative genius. A bit of a partier, people know him as someone who can have a good time, and who can help others do the same. And everyone knows his strengths on stage, in front of and behind the camera.

While Oli isn't a genius, he does pretty well in a few classes. English has always been his strong suit, as has History. He finds that the stories of people long dead come easily to him. Conversely, he is trash when it comes to any Math or Science, and he's had to retake Chemistry once before.

Family:
Jameson Nichols - Father - FC: Nikolaj Coster-Waldau
Lucy Nichols - Mother - FC: Ellen Pompeo
Madison Nichols - Twin Sister - FC: Emma Watson
Lucas Nichols - Deceased - Twin Brother - FC: Callan Macauliffe

Temperance Charlotte Venable

04/23, 16

Female. Straight. Probably. Maybe.

"The Hot Mess", "The Disaster"

Unemployed.

Standing at exactly 5'0", Temperance is a mousey girl with wavy blonde hair, emerald eyes, and a friendly demeanor. Body-wise, she is a petite woman and physically fit to do rigorous activities, especially running or climbing. She, perhaps fortunately or unfortunately, isn't exactly the most well endowed woman ever, but even she did have such womanly wiles, no one notice any of her features anyway, considering her very conservative style of dress. The only time you'll see Temperance revealing any skin is in gym class, where she actually sheds her long sleeves and draping skirts.

What You See:
Temperance is the conservatively dressed, hot mess with a geeky vibe. She seems to be a magnet for unfortunate events, as evidenced by the many objects that fly from her hands or get toppled over. Talking to her is like talking to a squirrel. She rambles, pauses awkwardly, makes inappropriate jokes, even offends a person now and then with her naivety... Yes, unfortunately, her social skills are sorely lacking.

A typical reaction to Temperance is: Holy shit, did she drink that whole pot of coffee?! And the answer is yes. She absolutely did. Temperance seems to be constantly jonesin' for her next fix of caffeine. As one might expect, she constantly has a jittery appearance to her. Particularly, she has a habit of patting her thighs randomly in class, much to the chagrin of her class mates.

For all her peculiarity, she's a sweet heart. Everybody knows her as that girl that is constantly running around, doing something. Not a day goes by where she hasn't helped someone with something, and perhaps for this reason, some might think that she's a teacher's pet. Strangely, for a girl that looks so innocent and pure, Temperance has a keen interest in dark humor that deeply perturbs those that don't quite get her brand of comedy. All in all, this blonde is a wired bundle of weird.

What I Know:
Temperance is the constant companion of severe anxiety. In fact, if it weren't for her steady regimen of pills, she'd probably break down into panic attacks every hour. Most of the time, she simply has no idea what she's doing. She gets so caught up in her own world, that she's missed the memo! This leads to her nervously rushing around to keep pace, then disasters happen and doom, doom, doom! Someone's pressed the panic button! Every decision she makes feels like she's swimming in a sea of overwhelming options; thus why she comes off as an incoherent oaf or a clumsy fool. In order to try and fight the demons in her head that aim to cripple her, Temperance fights back by doing everything and anything.

When she does offend or disturb people, and she often does, Temperance doesn't mean to. She simply doesn't understand that not everybody thinks quite like her or has the exact same interests as her. Her mouth just puts stuff out there, for better or worse! Regardless of what happens, she keeps going and tries not to let anything get her down.

To be an accountant! Or just anything that deals with Math because Math is F U N.

Like most every one else in Westworth, Temperance comes from a small, tightly knit family. Her mother, Tempest Venable, is the school nurse, while her father was once a worker for the local saw mill. However, sometime after her birth, her father had a mental breakdown and is now in the care of the state. Since then, it has been her mother and herself, combating the ales of the world together. Well, at least until her mother met Ray Delaney...

It's strange how life works sometimes, honestly. Temperance had always had a great amount of compassion for Remy Delaney, maybe even a crush on him at one point in all the years they'd known each other. While she had never known him extraordinarily well before their parents got together, his optimism and shining smile helped ease her worries, all from afar. Remy seemed to have it easy, regarding social life anyway, something she always idolized.

In her early years of school, Temperance had the exact opposite of an easy time. Her anxiety had been so bad back then, to the point the other kids had branded her weirdo and an outcast. Young Temperance's escape came at home in the form of solo Dungeons & Dragons campaigns that her mom crafted just for her as a sort of therapy to help her deal with her issues. Tempest's unorthodox treatment did, in fact, help her daughter cope. An unprecedented result of this was a deep interest in mathematics, as Temperance sought the best ways to optimize her chances of success in her mother's dungeons.

The years have seen Temperance blossom from a reclusive exile to someone who jumps straight into the thicket of blades that await her, frequently with reckless abandon! High school has involved her in numerous events she never dreamed she'd be doing, like cheer leading, and she's shown she is willing to try anything once. Unfortunately, her general awkwardness has hindered her in making any extraordinarily close friends, but that hasn't disheartened her quite yet, especially since she's about to have a full house with her new step-father and step-siblings. There is a genuine hope that Remy and herself will become that pair of siblings that are BFFs!

Cheerleader, outdoors enthusiast, Treasurer of the Class Council, and one of the school's very few mathletes!

The catastrophe waiting to happen. Watch out, she might ruin your art project!

Her best subjects are Math and P.E., while her worst are well... everything else.

Despite her caffeine addiction, Temperance suddenly develops "narcolepsy" when she's not entertained and promptly falls asleep. Ironically, her caffeine habit was formed in an attempt to prevent this from happening at school.

Interestingly, she's near sighted and supposed to wear glasses, but she absolutely refuses.

In her spare time, on or off campus, she likes to read erotic novels. Hopefully no one knows this dirty detail of hers. That would just be embarrassing!

Mackenzie Maya Lin

August 13, 16

Female
About eighty five percent sure that boys are for platonic things only. Interested in the same sex.

Slacker | Troublemaker | Voice of an Angel/Mouth of a Sailor | The Siren of Westworth High | Non-Devout Catholic | Self-Proclaimed 'Cauc-Asian' Because 'Mackenzie' is "White people names."

Recently employed at the combination bowling alley/arcade. She gives out the shoes and kicks the people off the dancing game.

There's nothing immediately eye-catching about Kenzi's height or general appearance; her features tend to speak for themselves what with her pale complexion and blemish-free face. Some have said that Kenzi's eyes are quite striking, but she believes it's just because they are wide and rather expressive. Someone once told her that it was odd to see her dark green eyes but that same person was being kind of racist at the time and Kenzi didn't really know any better. She's just always had expressive, forest-green eyes; over the years she's managed to bring attention to them with the proper application of makeup. She goes for emphasis, though heavy makeup is so not her style.

In fact her style is a bit more...naturalistic in tone. Or, in truth, a bit more 'urban' though she loathes to use such a generic term herself. No one can deny that she has a distinct and certainly striking sense of style that gravitates towards the 'wear a big shirt so it looks like you don't have pants' end of things. Typically Kenzi is found adhering to no real sense of fashion while still coming off as stylish, to a certain degree. Thrift store casual is a style, surely. Kenzie hates when people are married to their outfits which is why she is so uncaring about her own clothing. The only time she dresses in a presentable, formal manner is when she's singing with the choir...and even then only because it's 'mandatory'. On colder days, Kenzi will don a hooded jacket while still sticking to her 'pants that are technically shorts but christ and large shirt' dress. It's not as if her legs are particularly worthy of being shown off in such a manner, she just feels like the look suits her. If not her personality.

Kenzi's hair is of frequent medium length and often chestnut in color. It's her natural hair color as well, which always draws suspicious glances. She's not particularly fussed about her hair, it's just sort of there, and most of the time it's covered by various hats and headwear anyway. She keeps her bangs straight and the style of cut to a bob, thus ensuring that her plain featured face is on full display for the adoring population. It's appropriate, however, given that her face is so expressive.

Her height and weight are, much like the rest of her, are average. Five foot two and slender with no real curves to speak of; she had been describe as having a 'boyish' build to her. She's still not sure what that means. Kenzi doesn't flaunt it not because she thinks she don't got it, but because she hates when people think they can use their looks to excuse a lack of personality. Kenzi doesn't want people seeing her and making a 'would fuck' judgment. Not that it would matter much, considering her preferences and all. She may not put a lot of stock in fashion or makeup or accessories, but at least at the end of the day Kenzi goes home happy knowing that she's authentic.

And how many high school kids can truly claim that.

What You See:
There she goes to the principal's office again. What did she do this time? There's a reputation Kenzi has and like most reputations it's hardly a good one. Whenever there's an incident at school that has no culprit, most turn to Kenzi as the scapegoat. Sometimes for good reason, but most of the time because she's an easy target for it. There's a noted lack of respect for authority due to her reportedly telling multiple teachers to fuck themselves with a colorful term for human genitalia and being caught twice tagging a wall. Rumors surround Kenzi like flies around...well you know the expression. While it's certainly true that her mouth has no filter, no one seems to stop and consider the sheer amount of issues they attribute to Kenzi. If she truly did half of the things she was blamed for she'd most likely be expelled or even in jail at the moment. But of course that doesn't concern those who are quick to point fingers. Kenzi is the perfect target because of well known incidents in the past, most recently her little stunt at the talent show.

Many assume she'll drop out before the end of the year. Others have a bet going on whether or not she'll be arrested. And still there are those who wonder how the hell she managed to become the top soloist in the choir. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, and plenty of staffers who have supported these rumors still remember the last time a Lin wandered the halls.

What I Know:
While it's true that Kenzi has a bit of a vulgar mouth, the reality of the matter is that Kenzi is a confused person. She has two very different forces in her life and is slowly realizing that she can't make them both happy and doesn't quite know what to do. Standing at the crossroad of life that is maturity was never supposed to be this difficult. Kenzi isn't sure that she's ever made a decision for her own sake and her run-ins with authority and the talent show incident were her way of doing something that she wanted to do. Despite the claims that she'll be a dropout, Kenzi is in the top percent grade-wise in her year, a fact that she keeps to herself. She could be in the running for Valedictorian if she maintained. It's not that she's unhappy, it's just that school is about the only place she can actually be true to herself, even if that puts her at odds with others because of her attitude.

While she isn't going to mouth off to teachers unless provoked, Kenzi still gets into trouble over seemingly nothing; again because of her reputation and that of the Other Lin as well as her uncertain nature, Kenzi accepts the punishments even when she didn't do the crime. Because that's what's expected of a Lin. The Lin Legacy, in other words. Slowly but surely she's starting to learn that in the end it's her life, not anyone else's. She can be her own person. She can do what her heart desires.

Kenzi isn't sure that she even has friends, just people that take advantage of her reputation to remain under the radar and blameless. In all honesty, she's a deeply lonely person who still wants to find her voice. Ironic, considering her place on the choir, where she's known for her almost angelic voice.

The immediate dream is to perform at graduation. Not like the performance at the talent show, but a genuine one. The more important dream is to stop living in the shadow of others and stick up for herself. Otherwise known as maturing.

Ultimately, though, Kenzi wants to pursue her true love: using her voice to actually say something. Not as just a singer, but as a performer...a rap artist ideally, but just being able to perform without the pressure from outside sources would be the greatest accomplishment of her life.

The Lin Women, as they've become known, didn't get their start in Westworth. The matriarch, Amber, lived in San Francisco for a time and gave birth to her first daughter, Kim, in the state. After a rather messy divorce from her husband, a music scout for a now-defunct record label, Amber took her daughter east and ran out of gas in Westworth. Amber never re-married but entertained a fair amount of suitors, all of whom dropped all contact when it became clear that Amber was pregnant.

Mackenzie still doesn't know who her father is.

While Amber managed to settle down and devote her time to raising her children by finding secretarial work (thanks to the boss taking a deal of pity on her) [/indent, she decided that her children shouldn't have to go through the same struggles. No parent wants their kids to be worse off, after all. Unfortunately, her new hours meant less time at home which meant it fell to Kim to be a parental figure for Mackenzie. Kim seemed like the cool older sibling when Kenzi was growing up, always looking out for her and making sure no one made fun of her...but the honeymoon didn't last long.

By the time Kim was in high school, Mackenzie was already starting to emulate her big sister. Wearing the hand-me-downs and trying to be just like her big sister. And why not? Her big sister was a more active presence in her life. Kim, meanwhile, was leaving a legacy at Westworth High that followed Kenzi to the present day. Rarely a day went by where Kim wasn't in trouble for something, vandalism, theft, sex in the bathroom, smoking, dealing, a laundry list of offenses that she just managed to skirt around. People knew it was Kim but there was never just enough proof to pin it on her.

Amber, fearing that Kim was going down an all too familiar path, tried to intervene. This only led to a fight that Kenzi overheard, culminating in Amber striking Kim and Kim striking back. Kenzi's opinion on both of them changed; but her love of her sister and her mother continued to pull at her. Kim dropped out in her senior year in spectacular fashion: by telling the principal and the student body what she thought of the school at an assembly. People say that Kim went out streaking, but it was really more cursing and shrieking. Kim has since moved in with a bunch of similar minded adults.

Amber, not wanting Kenzi to follow in those footsteps, took a more active role in Kenzi's life, making choices for her and limiting her interactions after a vetting process. It was Amber who forced Kenzi to join the choir; Kenzi was forced to join an extracurricular and the choir seemed the least serious. Kenzi has since been unable to tell her mother about her dreams and goals in life, not that Amber would hear any of it considering her overbearing sort of attitude. Kenzi doesn't want to go through life without making decisions for herself, only recently realizing that her entire life had been dictated by the two older people in her life.

With the choir, she at least has begun to learn that she genuinely enjoys singing. Amber wants Kenzi to be educated, get a stable job. Kim wants Kenzi to live the anarchy, hedonistic life. Kenzi just wants to be herself.

Soprano in the Choir. Noted for being chosen to do a lot of solo work during concerts.

Even before the incident at the talent show, Kenzi had a reputation that stemmed from her older sister's time at the school. Since then Kenzi has done little to break away from that reputation; as such she's considered to be nothing more than a rude, vulgar troublemaker. Not the class clown or those sorts, but the type of student who would just as soon start a fight or fail a drug test. But of course, reputations aren't everything. Her nickname 'Siren of Westworth' is both because of her vocal ability in the choir and because of a little joke 'if there's a Siren at Westworth, Kenzi's in the backseat'.

Her best subjects are English and Music
Her worst subjects are Chemistry and Gym

She still hasn't apologized for the 'Talent Show Incident'. She doesn't think she did anything wrong.

Aidan, Lanier, Pierceman

July 11, 17

Male, Heterosexual

N/A

Works at the local gas station as a part-time mechanic.

Aidan stands at an above average height of 6’ even and weighs 200 lbs. At times, his figure may seem imposing. There’s a lot of muscle in that weight, which he can attribute to his role on the football team. Due to his work at the gas station, Aidan has garnered rough hands and lower forearms. Aidan’s welcoming smile, and gentle blue-grey eyes, however, contrast with his intimidating figure. Aidan likes to have a nice, clean appearance, so he keeps his face clean-shaven, and hair combed. His attire normally comprises tucked-in, plaid button-ups with rolled up sleeves, neat blue jean pants with a belt, and a comfortable pair of boots. While working, however, he’ll normally wear scuffed pants and boots and a simple t-shirt.

What You See:If Aidan’s personality had to be summed up in one phrase, it’d be: A Southern Gentleman in Colorado. He’s not all that outgoing, preferring someone else to start the conversation. However, once a conversation is started, Aidan is polite and well-mannered. Not one for cursing all that much, he tends to also avoid confrontation whenever possible. Though it would be unwise to take that as weakness; he may not start a fight, but he will finish one. Aidan is especially more polite towards the opposite sex, for instance, holding doors open, or saying the occasional “mam.” Generally speaking, Aidan tries to have a friendly and respectful attitude towards anyone he talks to, having said that, if anyone insults himself, his values, his friends, or family, Aiden will immediately stand up to defend them.

Another major aspect to Aidan’s personality is his preference towards sensibility and simplicity. Thanks, in part, to his father, Aidan is a firm believer in the law of Common Sense. If it makes sense, great; if not, why bother? If there is no rhyme or reason to why something is being done the way it is, then why not change it for the better. Aidan is never satisfied with the “because that’s how it’s always been done” answer. If you can make something simpler and more efficient, go for it. Nothing irks Aidan more than having to deal with nonsense or BS just because it’s there and no one wants to change it.

What I Know:
Behind all the hard-working, simple life, blue-collar-esque exterior that Aidan portrays, is actually a very intellectual man. He loves to have debates and discussions on serious and mature topics, like religion, and politics; at least as long as both parties agree to keep level heads anyway. Aidan is constantly searching for more knowledge and even has a myriad of books in his room covering a wide range of topics; history, philosophy, even automotive. He’s by no means an expert in any field and will back the statement up, but Aidan loves learning about just about anything he finds interesting. He would love to share his budding knowledge with his friends, but he just can’t seem to get around the strange idea that everyone already sees him as a simple jock. Not only that, Aidan doesn’t want to come off as a know-it-all.

Earn a degree in American History, travel all across the US and probably retire back home.

Born to a tough but fair father and a kind and loving mother, Aidan had a good upbringing in the town of Westworth. His dad, Richard Piercemen, was born in Westworth as well, and worked the lumbermill out of highschool and up to when they closed it down. At that point he had to go find work in the city. His mother,Lee Ann, however, is a native of Atlanta, Georgia. She brought her Southern charm to Denver while she was in college where the two met. A few beers later, their relationship started. Lee Ann agreed to move to Westworth, both to be with Richard and to get away from the city life. Soon enough, Aidan was on the way.

Aidan practically grew up outside. Even in this age of technology, when you live in a small town like Westworth, the best place to have fun is outdoors. His father introduced him to many things at a young age, cars and football being two big ones. Aidan learned how to work on cars during the summer months, and just about every weekend during fall, Aidan and his dad were throwing the ole pigskin. The rest of his time was spent either in school, or hanging with friends. His mother wasn’t on the sidelines the whole time. His mom passed on most of the mannerisms Aidan practices, along with her sense of fashion, which Aidan readily took to.

Lee Ann is also the reason Aidan came to have a passion in history. Lee Ann was a history major and now curates a museum in Denver. Her passion for history rubbed off on Aidan. Combine that with his likeness for cars, and a small dose from his father, and Aidan fostered a passion for American history, particularly post-industrial revolution. Now, Aidan is trying to use his natural talent as a football player to earn a degree, and follow in his mother’s footsteps and obtain a degree in history; all the while trying to enjoy his high school years.

Football Team

(Not sure just yet. We’ll see how it goes)

Best: History, Science. Worst: Math, English

Has an old hand-me-down pick up that he’s trying to fix up.

Christopher Robin Bishop

11/17, aged 16 years

Male, hetero

Optional section. School label, Nationality, ethnicity, race, religion, politics, disabilities, etc. You get the point. Here you can write what society labels your character and what he/she/they prefer to go as.

During the wintery months, he works as an instructor for a ski resort in Breckenridge. He loves his job, and digs the free lodging and season pass. What? Even when you got money, free is free.

Ski bum from head to toe. It isn’t even intentional for the most part, Burton gear is just so comfortable! Yes, he’s been wearing that same sweatshirt since he was like 15. No, it isn’t going anywhere.

Christopher Robin is a relatively tall guy, standing in at a clean six foot one. He’s pretty lanky, weighing in at barely a buck ninety, most of which comes from muscles. Cuttin’ the powder is not an easy job, and it’s built him into a fairly muscular young lad. Whether it’s because of the height or not is a mystery, but Christopher Robin oozes confidence in the way he carries himself, from the way he walks to his facial gestures. He’s cool, and he knows he’s cool. Straight fire, blazing a trail through the icy slopes of Colorado, and soon the world.

He’s almost always wearing a red beanie on his head, and usually has a pair of aviator sunglasses that he wears. When not on his eyes, the sunglasses hang on his the neck of his shirt, ready to be slipped back on whenever necessary. He has a pretty boy face, something that he can’t deny--even if he doesn’t particularly like it. His voice detracts from this, much deeper than one might imagine based on his looks.

Christopher Robin thrives in the cold, unlike some of his peers. As a result, he can dress much lightly than they do. Really, all he needs is jeans and the Burton hoodie and he’ll be ready to rock in even sub-zero temperatures--though he doesn’t mind thermals hidden underneath his clothes.

What You See:
Alright so. Christopher Robin himself is widely regarded as little more than a pot smoking snowboarding kid. It doesn’t help that he talks like he just came out of the 90s… or that he spends his lunch hours during the snowed in months outside, fucking around with his board or setting up spots for the younger kids to learn and grow… He’s not all that bad, he’s approachable, and if you can board at all he’ll friend you, and even ride with you--even if that sometimes mean riding slopes that are far below his skill level. It’s a bonding experience! Plus, he can make people learn to do it better if he’s watching.

Christopher Robin doesn’t have an ounce of hate in his body. He’s pretty much cool with everyone. Even if he doesn’t know someone very well, he’ll hold a mostly positive opinion of them. Innocent until proven guilty, and whatnot. He takes after his parents. Loves fun, loves the outdoors. He can’t handle being cooped up in classrooms for… ever, and he gets a little antsy as the day goes on. Fiddling with his pen, bouncing his legs, chewing on his pen, making paper airplanes… By the beginning of fifth period, Tigger is ready to BOUNCE.

What I Know:
A man obsessed with hitting the sickest runs possible, Christopher Robin is driven by determination and confidence born from past successes. He spends a lot of his time focused on snowboarding, even during school hours. He’s skirting by with low Cs, but who gives a fuck? High school transcripts aren’t gonna matter when he’s a world champion snowboarder. And he will be a world champion snowboarder.

Other than that, Christopher Robin is secretly...

A total sweetheart. He doesn’t fully realize it, but he’s a bit of a romantic deep down, underneath the snowboarding obsessed exterior. He’s always doing cute things for the girl that he loves, from putting one of her favorite candies in her locker for her to find, to making snowmen modeled after them… and then smashing through them on his board with her.

He’s a good kid and tries his best to be excellent to everyone. Everyone, no matter what skin color, ethnicity, nationality, gender, age, race, sexual preference, or locality. They’re all the same to him. Except for skiers.

Fuckers.

Austin and Amber Bishop were eighteen and madly in love when the unthinkable happened: they won the Powerball Lotto jackpot of 403 million dollars. With a very sudden injection of money into their otherwise empty wallets, the newlyweds were suddenly very rich. Austin wisely took just over half of it and stuck it into savings accounts and an investment portfolio, deciding that he and his wife could probably live on 175 million dollars for the rest of their lives.

You know, probably.

Both of them were snowboarding fanatics, they did the only reasonable thing: ski bum around the globe. From the Swiss Alps, to the island of New Zealand, to Canada, to Greenland, to Tahoe in California, and their own backyard in Breckenridge, Colorado.

Four years along the line, they accidentally wound up pregnant, but hey. Didn’t really stop them, it just sort of slowed them. They’d already hit all the international slopes, so it was in Breckenridge they stayed, purchasing a house and a bit of land in a nearby small(miniature, really) town called Westworth, figuring that they’d raise their child in a small town like they themselves had grown up in. Regardless, throughout the early months of the pregnancy, they spent as much time as possible in their home resort of Breck, shredding the slopes and ‘introducing’ their child to their sport.

Then came the dry season of June through November, and Austin learned on a personal level just how bitchy a pregnant woman could be. Luckily for him, it passed by (relatively) quickly, and in time November 16th rolled around. Opening day of the season at Breck.

November 17th, the second day of the season at Breckenridge, Amber and Austin were given the gift of a happy, healthy, baby boy. There was little debate over the name--Austin had known that Amber would name their child Christopher Robin regardless of what he said. Since they’d been together, way back in high school, Amber had always loved the 100 Acre Woods, and he’d been expecting it since they’d found out it was a boy. Hey, this meant he could call their child Tigger. Win/win.

Christopher Robin is one of the few people born on a ski resort, and the record shows that fate wouldn’t have let him stray from the snow if he wanted to. As soon as he could walk, he was sledding in it on tracks built by his father, by the time he was five, he had his first board. A match made in heaven, the only thing that would ever resonate as well with Christopher Robin as the snow and the board, was his next door neighbor: Lorelei Foxley.

Were they meant to be from the beginning? Maybe not, but Lorelei quickly became Christopher Robin’s best friend, if only because the girl’s family lived next to his. When Christopher Robin turned seven, his father offered him a choice: they could either travel again and he could be homeschooled, or they could stay here. The young boy’s response was simple: ‘I want to go to school with Lala.’ And so the decision was made; the Bishops would stay there forever.

When asked, Christopher Robin struggles to explain exactly when he and Lala became a ‘thing.’ It was always inevitable, Amber thinks, and when forced to actually pin down a date, Christopher Robin will hesitantly suggest fourth grade. While perhaps not perfectly accurate, that was when they had their first kiss, and one of his fondest memories.

It wasn’t even his fault! Lorelei hadn’t wanted to leave her room, and Amber had suggested that the Foxleys borrow Winnie the Pooh, who she felt almost always cheered up Lorelei. After Austin had told his son to ‘go get ‘er, prince charming.’ Taking that literally, Christopher Robin had let himself into Lala’s room. He made a solid attempt to get her attention and to cheer her up! Really, he did. But she wouldn’t stop pretending to sleep! After a few minutes, though, it finally dawned on him: he was her prince charming! Duh.

So, he’d kissed her.

She woke up.

Love blossomed.

Sure, there were arguments and jealous rage that flared up (it wasn’t Christopher Robin’s fault that he was cute and girls looked at him!), but October 23rd is what Christopher Robin considers his official anniversary date with the love of his life (geeze, is the 7th one coming up already?!).

Well, one of the two loves of his life. The other one of course, is his snowboard. Christopher Robin is a prodigy on the slopes, shredding and destroying them like he’s been doing it all his life--because he has. Back-country riding, double black diamonds, shredding through the forests near his home town… it all comes too easily to him.

He carves his board across fresh powder like it was an extension of his soul.

He glides through the air like he was born to fucking fly.

Christopher Robin can do flat ground 720s, quadruple black flips, and confidently drop off a sheer cliff onto the icy snow that’s waiting for him. All of that, and more. He looks like a magician, and happily records every run on his Go-Pro and encourages his peers and fellow students to try and keep up. It’d be a waste if they didn’t take advantage of the land around them.

Already, gold medals, blue ribbons, and trophies from various competitions line the walls of his house. The best part?

He’s only gonna get better.

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Some stoner kid who thinks nirvana is found either on the slopes or with his girlfriend.

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