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[indent][color=a52521][b]| |[u]  N I C K N A M E (S)  [/u]| |[/b][/color]
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[indent][color=a52521][b]| |[u]  A G E  [/u]| |[/b][/color]
[indent][color=slategray]17, 08/08[/color]
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[indent][color=a52521][b]| |[u]  G E N D E R  [/u]| |[/b][/color]
[indent][color=slategray]Male[/color]
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[indent][color=a52521][b]| |[u]  S E X U A L I T Y  [/u]| |[/b][/color]
[indent][color=slategray]Heterosexual[/color]
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[indent][color=a52521][b]| |[u]  R E L A T I O N S H I P  S T A T U S  [/u]| |[/b][/color]
[indent][color=slategray]Single[/color]
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[indent][color=a52521][b]| |[u]  O C C U P A T I O N  [/u]| |[/b][/color]
[indent][color=slategray]Doesn’t work. Doesn’t need to. Family of billionaires, and what not.[/color]
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[indent][color=a52521][b]| |[u]  C L A S S I F I C A T I O N  [/u]| |[/b][/color]
[indent][color=slategray]Junior[/color]
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[indent][color=a52521][b]| |[u]  R O L E  [/u]| |[/b][/color]
[indent][color=slategray]Elite, Elite.[/color]
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[indent][color=a52521][b]| |[u]  I N  D E P T H  A P P E A R A N C E  [/u]| |[/b][/color]
[indent][color=slategray]Appearance is only about your clothes, or your hair, or your facial features at a very superficial, shallow level. Looking beyond that is what matters. How someone carries themself. Do they hold eye contact? Do they seem shaky, unconfident? Or do they look like they know what they’re doing? Owen Lyon is one of the latter. It isn’t an air of charisma, but he has a natural swagger to himself, down even to his neutral stance. It’s arguable that he isn’t attractive at a face value; yes, but looking beyond that, he has the natural confidence that tends to attract other people.

He’s in a comfortable state of self-confidence. While he may not dress in a way that’s loud or outspoken, he’s brimming in confidence. He just doesn’t want attention.

Three months ago, Owen Lyon would be cleanly shaven every day, but lately he’s been much lazier. His beard and stubble grows out on occasion, and he’ll eventually trim it back at the nagging of his mother. It’s fair to say that he doesn’t care anymore. Why should he? He’s not trying to impress anyone around the school, and the girl he cleaned up for is gone. Fuck it. The shirt he’s wearing? Yeah, he probably wore it yesterday.[/color]
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[indent][color=a52521][b]| |[u]  H A B I T S  |  Q U I R K S  |  O D D I T I E S  [/u]| |[/b][/color]
[indent][list][*][color=slategray]Spends a lot of time working on his car. Yes, it’s powered by gas. Yes, gas explodes. He knows. He doesn’t care and he’s not about to get a bitch-ass electric car.[/color]
[*][color=slategray]Lately, he’s been emotionally deadened. What does this mean? Owen is distant, uncaring. He commonly has a thousand yard stare in his eyes.[/color]
[*][color=slategray]Has a nervous tic he does when he can feel himself getting emotional, consisting of tapping his thumb against his fingers, index, middle, ring, pinky, pinky, ring, middle, index. Over and over. Left hand. It’s very noticeable though most people aren’t sure of the cause.[/color]
[*][color=slategray]]Ambidextrous[/color]
[*][color=slategray]Has a tattoo of a silver diamond on his right shoulder blade. This was done without his mother’s permission, and it upsets her whenever she sees it.[/color]
[*][color=slategray]For most of his life, he sat in the same spot in the gym after his exercises. Nowadays, though, he locks himself in the office.[/color]
[*][color=slategray]Enjoys drawing and coloring art of his peers and friends in a comic book style.[/color]
[*][color=slategray]Speaks Russian, English, and Spanish.[/color][/list]
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[indent][color=a52521][b]| |[u]  D R E A M S  [/u]| |[/b][/color]
[indent][color=a52521][b]I dream of happier days. I’ve come to realize, though, that this is just my folly in life: this is the hand I’ve dealt, and I need to play it unfortunately. Maybe, in a better world, I’d be happy and she’d still be in my dream; but that isn’t the case anymore.[/b][/color]
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[indent][color=a52521][b]| |[u]  L I K E S  [/u]| |[/b][/color]
[indent][list][*][color=slategray]Peace and quiet. Owen at his core is tranquilo, and he really appreciates it when his atmosphere is the same.[/color]
[*][color=slategray]K-Pop. It’s a dirty pleasure. He gets it from his father; it really isn’t his fault. Most boys grow up with a father that listens to old school or new school rock, Owen’s father played K-Pop and old southern rock songs at loud volumes.[/color]
[*][color=slategray]His car. Owen’s car is a mint condition, vintage 2017 Lamborghini Aventador. With the recent loss of his girlfriend, it’s become his most prized possession.[/color]
[*][color=slategray]The few people that believed him and don’t see him as an evil person for something he didn’t do. Not getting caught in the web of lies spun by the more popular students is an admirable task, and he does appreciate it.[/color]
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[indent][color=a52521][b]| |[u]  D I S L I K E S  [/u]| |[/b][/color]
[indent][list][*][color=slategray]In the same vein, Owen dislikes — despises even — the people who let themselves fall for it. Some of the people he considered friends, who were supposed to have his back, took the side of the same people trying to destroy him.[/color]
[*][color=slategray]He is not a very big fan of how out of control of his emotions remain. Once very in control, Owen’s greatest folly has finally caught up to him with the recent turbulence he’s been through. He’s human; sometimes he bows to his emotions. Seeing certain things, hearing certain things… trigger memories. Memories trigger sadness, anger, crying. Never happiness. He seems void of that.[/color]
[*][color=slategray]A lot Owen’s anger and hatred is focused, directed at the H.O.T. girls and their bitch brigade. Everything wrong with his life is their fault.[/color]
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[indent][color=a52521][b]| |[u]  F E A R S  [/u]| |[/b][/color]
[indent][color=slategray]Owen was raised to not fear a whole lot, and he holds onto those teachings then, now, and forever. He's found that he only fears one thing, really, and that's reliving the pain and emotional suffering his life has been subject to over the past few weeks.[/color] 
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[indent][color=a52521][b]| |[u]  H I S T O R Y  [/u]| |[/b][/color]
[indent][color=SLATEGRAY]You spend hours with someone; years with them. Giving them your heart, your soul, your body. All of that can go away in an instant, and it doesn’t matter. You look behind yourself at a past full of shattered dreams and a broken heart and you look ahead of yourself toward a future of picking up the pieces and rebuilding your life, without the person you’d intended to spend it with.

Pain, suffering, unhappiness.

That’s what a break up is like, yes even during high school; perhaps even more so. In no way is suffering a break up a fun experience; you feel abandoned, you feel lost. You feel scared. You’re alone, save for perhaps a few close friends there to lend you a hand to pull you through it.

Owen Lyon, for better or worse, does not have those friends. Owen Lyon has been through a break up, one manufactured by the demonic team of Hailey Green and Ophelia Brycen, tearing Beatrix Kingsley away from him out of spite and anger. For four — nearly five —  years he’d been with her, and he had anticipated sixteen more, at least.

It was a slow burn, but the breaking of the dam changed his life. It had taken Ophelia almost seven months, but she’d finally made Trixie question him enough that when she pulled the trigger, providing falsified evidence of Owen cheating on her, and leading to Trixie publishing a slam article about him, destroying his reputation and taking away any chance he had of a pleasant senior year of high school. Maybe after he graduated it would pass, but Owen couldn’t think about that.

He could think only of betrayal. Since seventh grade, he had dated Trixie, and despite that; despite all the time they’d had together, all the secrets they’d shared, it didn’t mean anything when the ‘HOT’ girls wanted him gone. The bond they’d built, the moments they shared, didn’t matter. What had mattered to Trixie, and all that had really mattered to her since she’d befriended Ophelia and Hailey was the popularity and fame that she gained simply by being friends with them.

Owen knew what had been said about him had been a lie. He had never cheated on Trixie; but she wouldn’t believe him. She made her choice, and she chose them. She chose wrong. Owen’s life revolves around the grudge now, it revolves around finding a way to ruin them like they had ruined him. And he will certainly succeed, especially now that Damian O’Connor approached him and cited a similar goal: knocking the It Girls down a peg. Surprised someone would approach him after the article that was put out, Owen was happy to accept.

Damian explained to Owen that he was being ‘recruited’ because of the same reason Owen suspected Trixie had been convinced to dump him: Owen had stood up to the It girls and put a stop to their bullying of a younger student some time ago.

He is now a member of the new ‘Elite,’ alongside Damian and a few of his friends with similar ideas. Together, they have a common goal in mind, and together they will surely win.[/color]

[color=a52521][b]“I don’t know what I did to make them turn their bitch lasers onto me, but I know what I’m going to do to repair the damage. I didn’t much care for Damian and his two bros before, but now? I guess I got a lot of respect for them; it means a lot that they’d step up to the plate for me like they did. Sure, being in the Elite is kind of like a boy band… but friends are… friends are what I need right now.”[/b][/color][/indent][/indent]

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[indent][list][*][color=slategray]Trains and often even sleeps at the 365 Combat Club.[/color]
[*][color=slategray]Therapy. Once a week, one hour. The office of Doctor Oliver Thomas.[/color]
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[indent][color=a52521][b]| |[u]  B E S T  &  W O R S T  S U B J E C T S  [/u]| |[/b][/color]
[indent][color=slategray][b]| B E S T |[/b]
Mathematics
PE
Art

[b]| W O R S T |[/b]
English, ironically.
Unironically, shop class.[/color]
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[color=slategray]FC: Dylan Sprayberry[/color]
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