Essentially how your character looks. Be detailed here. Go over skin color, build, height, hair (including color, style, etc), scars, and other body alterations (Piercings, tattoos, etc). Along with descripting clothing style.

Pretty standard affair. I'm not going to expect a super long essay here, just the basics and whatever.

Anything else? Themesong? Random notes? Foreshadowing???

Zoey perfectly fits the "punk girl" mold. She died her hair, has plenty of tattoos, and just has that attitude that just reeks rebellion. Older folks are quick to judge a book by the cover and immediately classify her as a problem-child just off her looks alone. Other youths are more receptive to her. Zoey carries herself with an air of confidence, but rather than just being a screaming wreck as people assume her, she is actually fairly chill and laid back. Taking slow and steady steps with her hands in her pocket, a cigarette hanging from her lips, and generally relaxed demeanor. Though, that demeanor can switch at the blink of an eye when things get a little out of control. She can either become screaming rage, or scared as a deer.

Though, she's also a little rough, that might just be because she's a bit of a tomboy. Zoey grew up around boys, and appears to be a little rugged, slightly masculine. It shows a lot in her attitude and demeanor. She smokes, she’s loud, and she drinks. She tends to attract attention with her tom-boyish streak. Her voice is a little rough from cigarette smoking, and she has a few scars and old wounds from previous injuries.

Now, onto her appearance, Zoey is pretty pronounced due to a mixture of her hair, and her height. Her hair is dyed a cyan-blue color, and it’s kept in a rounded bowl-cut. She usually keeps her hair underneath her beanie, where it’s somehow more noticeable. Zoey’s hair is a straight texture that is kept clean - but is a bit damaged from all the hair-dye, and a few mess-ups. The other thing that makes Zoey stand-out is her height. People like to call her a God damn Amazon because she’s five-ten, two inches short of six feet tall. Because of her height, people loved to shaft her into sports teams. It wasn’t anything that she enjoyed, but it kept her in shape.

She’s bony as hell, being skinny and without any sizable amount of body fat or muscle. She has like a thin layer of muscle if you squint, but there isn’t much there. A lot of her exercise comes from hauling ass from people she pissed off, because she spends plenty of time lounging around. She certainly does have a little sex appeal. Her bust is a 34C, and her hips are slightly prominent. She doesn't pack a lot in the ass area, though. Her body is a rough-square build rather than the famed hour-glass build.

Zoey is mixed-race, actually. While she looks fully Caucasian, she is Scottish, French, and half-Brazilian. She is more directly descended from the Portuguese settlers, but she has a bit of African through her veins. Her skin is a little pale because she spends a little bit of time indoors. It can't be clear, because Zoey has a few tattoos, and various scars.

Zoey was born as the oldest child of a pair of girls. The daughter of two illustrious scientists. A native of Organs Zoey grew up in a small towns watching TV shows and movies... and always wanting a little bit more. Zoey felt like home doesn't have what she wants, or needs, and never will. Which is why Zoey always aimed to leave, but was always swatted down. Once she was of age she turned into a sports-playing tomboy the moment she reached sports maturity.

She was raised following dreams, and had a love of different brands of music. Zoey played around with instruments, but they weren't her thing (they hurt the shit out of her fingers). But, she was drawn to electronic music... and eventually, she figured out how to make music, and it became her obsession. Her grades plummeted as she aspired to become a techno artist. She dropped a few hot LPs on Soundcloud, but barely gathered an online audience. However, she finds her true audience by preforming at parties.

Once Zoey matured, her father wasn't very receptive of Zoey slacking. She graduated highschool by the skin of her teeth, but she was kicked out of her house when she refused to get a job. Zoey had to stay with a friend... and get a job. She got a job as a barista at the local Cafe, but she still indulges in her childhood fantasies, and parties a lot.

Eventually, her highschool friends to meet up at a fancy ski resort for the holidays, and she went along with them.

Much like her older sister, Sabrina is punkish in some ways. However, she's much more classy about it. The only thing you can really say is punk about Sabrina is her lime-green (with streaks of yellow) colored hair. Her hair is pretty well maintained, and is well-groomed. Naturally straight, Sabrina's hair comes down past her shoulders. Her hair isn't particularly styled in any manner other than straight. It just flows from underneath her beanie. Sabrina walks with a strut, swaying her hips with every step. She is the kind of girl that takes large steps, and keeps her hands either on her hips, or in her pockets with every step. Depending on who she wants to impress. She has a generally casual demeanor as she walks around. She is fairly quiet, and almost mousy.

Sabrina is much more graceful than her sister. Instead of being rough, Sabrina has grace. Which comes at the cost of not being as toned as her sister. Sabrina's build is, instead, much more lithe and slender from merely doing yoga instead of sports, and the sort. She doesn't have any muscles on her, nor any large amounts of body-fat. Which is exactly how Sabrina likes it. Sabrina is also fairly tall at five-ten, and has a fairly thin build. She isn't very fond of being so tall, because she is rarely approached by cute boys whom are intimidated by her height. Her bust size isn't anything special, being 32B. She fears it's because she's so tall that she looks flat. Her behind isn't anything to write home about, either.

Sabrina appears to be Caucasian, but she is actually mixed. Her mother is French and Scottish, when her father is Brazilian. She has Portuguese settlers in her blood, but she is distantly African (Very distantly).

Sabrina was born in the same close knit Oregon community as her older sister. To the same rather illustrious scientific parents. Life was looking pretty average for her. Though, things began for Sabrina when she first touched a piano at three (it wasn't even a piano, but a play keyboard). It wasn't much, but the infant child was able to replicate songs that she heard on the TV fairly well (provided that they somewhat piano based). Which is what made her parents record her, and save it, helping her growing interest in music develop. Up until she became a local celebrity merely by appearing on the local news. Bringing her to the forefront.

This changed the way that she grew up quite a lot. For starters, it distanced her from her older sister since she wasn't as "talented" as Sabrina. The divide between the two eventually grow so much that they barely even recognized that the other had existed. Going down separate paths. Zoey took the path of a punk, while Sabrina became a popular, successful, girl in school. Reaching the top of the social ladder... but, could only help but feel dissatisfied about all of it. No matter how much success she has reached in bands, she could only feel like it wasn't for her.

Around this time, her older sister was kicked out of the house, but it was fairly easy finding her. Sabrina went to Zoey for advice on how to be her own person... and then she took her to the parties that the kids were throwing in her hometown. It was awkward at first, but she adjusted rather quickly. Eventually becoming one of the regulars there. Dying her hair and adopting a similar style to her sister in order to blend in. Needless to say, her parents were less than pleased, and grounded her before she could throw her young life away.

The holidays were coming up... and Sabrina heard of a group gathering of friends at a ski resort (How cool was that?). Zoey snuck her out of the house to head there.

London is the youngest of two in the London family household. His older sister Cassandra is 23.
The family grew up in an affluent neighbourhood, his father involved in the stock trade. He was an autocrat and London's mother an obedient housewife. All in all, the family was tense due to the authoritarian father figure, but in no ways deprived. London got the best education money could buy.

The siblings were always measured against one another and London always trumped his sister. She greatly resented him. Naturally charismatic, clever and good popular with colleagues. When he was in high school he began to get interested in boys. One snog under the bleachers and his sister had finally won ... She told their mother who immediately insisted she never breathe a word of it again or else she'd be in serious trouble. Cassandra kept her word but took great delight in tormenting London in secret. London's relationship with his mother was very fraught after this and he began "dating" popular "acceptable" girls to try win her approval back with limited success. His father on the other hand couldn't be happier.

Father and son remained close and maintained an amicable relationship. His father, who originally wanted London to follow him into the stock trade, instead promised to fund him to study whatever his heart desired because he was "so proud". He took english literature, told his dad he'd become a renowned english lit lecturer or something with a good reputation and large pay cheque.

To the outside observer, London's had a cushy, privileged upbringing, and he himself is aware of it, but his closeted homosexuality is a dark cloud looming over him.

He's obviously lookin' for lurve if theres any takers, not that he'll make it easy on ya, he blows hot and cold because he's conflicted.

Debbie stands at a mere five feet, two inches tall. She has curves in all the right places; her waist is slim and her hips wide. Her muscles are well defined and toned, however, as a result of weekly strenuous physical activity. Her clear, glowing skin is the color of cinnamon, and her curly black hair falls just below her shoulders. She prefers to keep her hair in a braided protective style, allowing her hair to grow. There is a dull scar on her left eyebrow, which she tends to cover up with makeup.

Her eyes are large and almond shaped, the brown of the iris so dark that it almost appears to be black. Her eyes are fringed with long, thick lashes. She sometimes wears thick, black rimmed glasses solely because she thinks they complement her well. She has a perfectly straight nose, of which one of her friends described as a "Ski Slope," and perfectly arched, dark eyebrows. Her face is heart-shaped; she has high cheekbones and a pointed chin. Her lips are full and always covered with a clear lip gloss. When smiling, you can see that she has two rows of perfectly whitened teeth, a slight overbite present.

Debbie's style of dress can be summarized as "Urban Fashion," an edgy look that reflects lifestyle, attitudes and individuality. She prefers to go to thrift shops to find clothes that she can make into something new. Not being a big fan of flashy jewelry, you'll only ever see her wear a ring on her left middle finger, which was given to her by an old friend. She has helix piercings, conch piercings, tragus piercings, and lobe piercings in both of her ears. She has a septum piercing, as well. Debbie has a large number of tattoos covering her arms, neck, left leg, and a few more in hidden areas. She plans on getting more.

Debbie was born and raised in Brooklyn, NY alongside three older siblings: one sister and two brothers. She grew up in a fairly large house, four bedrooms and two and a half bathrooms. The household consisted of the four siblings, their parents, and their grandparents. With the combined income of Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins and Mrs. Jenkins' parents, they could afford to live comfortably. Of course, like any other normal family, they had their fall outs and differences, but always loved each other unconditionally. That is, until Debbie found out the truth.

It only took a little bit of digging around her mother's cellphone for twelve year old Debbie to find out the horrifying truth: She'd been having an affair with a woman. When she confronted her mother about what she'd found, her mother begged and pleaded for her to keep the secret from her father. Debbie agreed, but only if her mother promised to end the affair. Her mother agreed, but still continued to see the woman without Deb knowing. Fast forward two years later, and Mrs. Jenkins was moving out of the house and into the small apartment of her lover, leaving her family behind.

Of course, due to her mother's mistakes, Debbie refused to stay in contact with her mom as she grew up. Her parents finally divorced when she was seventeen years old, and haven't been in contact since. Her father moved the family to a different state a year before Debbie graduated high school, wanting to get as far away from Debbie's mother as possible. Debbie is currently in her third year of college, majoring in English.

In demeanor and appearance Kurt seems to resemble some sort of weasel. He's short and scrawny with watery grey eyes that bulge out his skull slightly, perhaps due to the heavy eyeliner he wears. His short black hair is stringy due dousing it in hairspray every morning. He has a piercing on his tongue and a small tattoo of a broken heart on his back. He hopes to get a new tattoo as soon as his mom lets him.

Kurt's style is best described as a mish-mash of whatever he thinks looks edgy or cool. He usually wears a snapback hat with spikes dotted all over, and a leather jacket peppered in small pins he's collected over the years. He also wears distressed skinny jeans with lace up boots. Kurt evens wears an old dog collar from his mom's drawer at home. He's attached several dog-tags to it, so every move he makes is accompanied by clanging.

For what it's worth, Kurt's had a pretty okay childhood. His parents divorced when he was pretty little, so he doesn't remember or know his father well, except that he sent Kurt a tie for his birthday every year. His upbringing was fairly normal in a lower-middle class family. His mom was always sweet to him and made sure he was happy. She never seemed to understand how his sloppy drawing of a bannana was supposed to represent the inevitability of death, but she tried to and encouraged his interest in art nonetheless.

His time is school was another story, though. Kurt's school days were always spent by himself. He never had a lot of friends in school, and always seemed to drive away potential buddies with his strange ways. Somehow, he managed to make a few friends in highschool by the time he graduated highschool. He hasn't done much since graduating: he has plans to attend college and get a job but also intends to mooch off his mom for awhile at home. After months of doing nothing but watching TV, Kurt recieved an odd invite from his highschool friends. He was puzzled by the invitation to come along for their meetup, but has decided to come, just to see what it'll be like...