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Name: Kejirah Atiyeh

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Ethnicity: Egyptian

Sexuality: Lesbian
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Personality: Kejirah is definitely an extroverted and lively person, a “life of the party” kind of gal, who is often loud (sometimes for no particular reason) and expressive and not afraid to speak her mind. She's a bit of an attention hog, wanting nothing more than to capture the room by either her dark humor or just her boisterous self in general, though she doesn't really know how to read a room and will often make jokes with bad timing that she claims it's on purpose. 

She's a highly competitive person and will even resort to cheating to win things.  She does encourage others to cheat as well because she finds games like that more fun, and she isn't a sore loser about things, being a good sport (if you don't count cheating) and willingly accepting loses, although it just makes her more determined to win something else. 

Though Kejirah loves her beauty sleep, she prefers to get out and do things, not liking to be cooped up with nothing to do. Which this often leads to late night trips to the store and early morning drives around town. She loves talking to people and is easy stirred up, in a good way, often going on tangents about topics she's interested about, getting especially loud and energetic. She's very curoius, always willing to try new things, making her kind of gullible but she tries her best to know others' intentions.

Likes and Dislikes:
Likes:
Tattoos: Kejirah's always been a fan of tattoos since she was a teen, though she only just recently started getting them, though she already has quite a few and that being some on the top of her right arm, neck, a particularly large one on her hip and traveling down her leg, and a couple on her left arm. Body art has always kind of fascinated her, especially toward ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs and textile patterns, not really for any reason in particular, she just finds them cool.
Hip-Hop/R&B/Dark omens: One of the first genres of music she came across when moving to America, Kejirah immediately got attached to the lyrics and just the style in general, so now she often blares it while driving or in the shower.
Take out food: She hates cooking for herself, because one: She can't cook to save her life. Two: It's already hot enough. And three: Take out is amazing, and there is nothing better.
Intense and competitive games (Like Monopoly and other board and card games): She especially likes games like these because she finds it funny how easily people can become irritated. Kejirah also likes to see how much she can get away with without being noticed, though most times she just gives herself away if she's winning.

Dislikes:Cooking: As stated before, Kejirah can't cook,which is another reason she decided to share a duplex with other people, so that they can cook instead, because she's also kinda lazy. She does enjoy taking trips to the store though, racing through the aisles on a shopping cart and chasing others with fake lightsabers. It's always a good time.
People who take things too seriously: Kejirah tends to be a very playful person herself, and she has a habit of playfully teasing those around her, and maybe sometimes getting a little out of hand, but people that she finds who can't take a joke, is often a buzzkill to her, and she would rather avoid people like this.
Rainy days: Rainy days are always a downer to her. That means she has to stay inside all day because her makeup took way to long to do, and to hell with the rain wanting to ruin it. Nuh uh. She's not having any of that.
When the Starbucks line is too long: Listen. Though a bit impatient, Kejirah doesn't mind waiting for others things, but standing in line is high on her top ten list of things she hates, especially for coffee. Honestly, it's ridiculous. So that's why she gets up early to make it there before rush hour, and to make it to the bathroom before anyone else. Or at least she tries to.

Reason for sharing the duplex?: To be honest, Kejirah would've had enough money to rent her own apartment, especially since her parents were willing to pay for it, but she didn't really want to live alone, plus the duplex sounded a lot more exciting and a lot less work to keep up with. 

Room Aesthetic: The majority of Kejirah's room is full of darker themes, colors, and spooky decorations such as skulls, decorative half used candles, and many edgy posters of pentagrams and dark quotes that probably came from Pinterest and/or Instagram. Her bed is not neatly made, the blankets are just thrown across the bed in kind of a half-ass way that she deems as “good enough”, and there are probably some stray pillows hanging around her area. She's has a black light lamp that doesn't do any good at night, but she refuses to mess up her aesthetic by turning on the light, so she does a lot of her late night work in the kitchen.

Backstory: Kejirah was born and raised in Egypt with pretty wealthy parents, one of which was a college professor and the other had a high paying job in business. She never really got to talk to them all that much since they were gone a lot of the time, but she tried her best to keep up with them whenever they were home. So other than that, they were basically your average parents, though a little bit strict, but it was reasonable considering that they wanted their daughter to succeed, but she never really understood why they had to send her to an overseas boarding school. During this time, Kejirah learned English, not knowing that later, when she was around 16 or 17, she and her family would be moving to the U.S. 

At this point, Kejirah had started to stray from the path that her parents wished her to take, stressed by all of the rules and regulations that they had put on her, becoming more independent and expressive, defying them in a way that was subtle. She loved them nonetheless, she was just exhausted that they had tied her down to be someone they wanted her to be, so by the time she was 18, she had moved out (though she still lives off of her parents money), and even applied to a university in Sympathy, surprisingly making it in, not that she was a bad student. When she was informed of the duplex, her response was, “hells yeah!” This being the perfect opportunity to fully get away from her old life, and into a new one.
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Other: She has a black cat named Satan who always seems to appear and disappear whenever. He's always in some sort of cat sweater, which Kejirah lets Damien put on him.

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Name: Quartz Cain 





This is the placement of their ear Piercings, but not necessarily what they would wear.  

And minus the one between the eyes, this is the pattern of their facial piercings


Age: 25

Gender: Nonbinary (Pronouns: They/Them) 

Ethnicity: General Caucasian. To be honest, they’re not even fully sure. 

Sexuality: Demiromantic, Asexual 
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Personality: An extremely unique individual, Quartz is a person not a lot of people really understand, but that’s also what makes them interesting. Seeming to be going in 50 directions at once, they have more goals and plans than they could probably accomplish in 3 lifetimes. Fascinated by everything, they’re willing to try anything and everything just for the experience, and almost can’t justify doing the same thing twice. In some people, this might lead to unnecessary risk taking and reckless behavior, but Quartz always weighs decisions before making them, and never lives beyond their means, always careful with their money and surprisingly cautious when there is risks involved. That said, they can be rather indecisive at times, paralized by the sheer amount of options, and thus have to plan many things out in advance so they don’t get conflicted later. Chances are, if they go out to eat they’ve had the spot and their exact order planned out for weeks. 

Almost uncannily observant, their eye for detail is nearly unmatched. They seem to be able to look through people, noticing things that many wouldn’t or would simply overlook. The closer they are to someone, the better they get at reading their subtle changes in behavior and mood, particularly if they have any notable quirks or habits. They also pay attention to the details of many other things, and can be rather picky, because once they notice something they can’t seem to unsee it or ignore it. They take an annoyingly long time to get ready in the mornings because they have to get every detail of their outfit and makeup perfect or else they won’t be able to think about anything else all day long. 

They love to be around others, as long as the interactions are surface level on their end. They love to hear others life stories, helping out with deep problems, all sorts of stuff. But then it comes to themself, they have nothing to say. Nobody is quite sure of the reason, but they just sort of dismiss questions, particularly about their early life. They love to talk about their career, their college education, all the interesting things they’ve done, but never their struggles, childhood, family, ect. A lot of it is just left to mystery. 
Likes and Dislikes: 
	Likes: 
-Unique Items of Clothing/Jewelry: There’s nothing they like more than something that stands out. They’re extremely attracted to things that stand out from what everyone else is wearing, and even their most toned-down outfits draw attention. If it’s some sort of gaudy statement piece, chances are they’re going to buy it. 
-Detailed Plans and Intense Schedules: They can’t stand having time unstructured and things unaccounted for when they go out. Every minute is accounted for in their plans, and they do make note of when they get off schedule, even if they don’t intend to make up that time. 
-Listening: Even if they’re competent in friendly banter and enjoy a good conversation, their favorite thing is just to listen to people talk. Often it can feel like you’re speaking to an interviewer because they do their best to always ask questions but never answer any, or at least not in full detail. 
-Houseplants: They find themselves allergic to most animals, and just have never really wanted to own a reptile, as much as they do like them. So some cute plants are a good alternative. They’re little green friends who just give you so much love and all you have to do is water them and make sure they get good light! 
Dislikes: 
		-Disorganization/Untidiness: Loose plans, something out of place, laundry stacked up so high in the hamper that its overflowing, all little things many wouldn’t even blink at, but it secretly greatly upsets them. Although most of the time, they’ll fix the issue themselves, whatever it takes for them to not get into a spat over something silly. 
-Routine: Routine is not the same as good planning and a tight schedule. Routine is monotonous, and that’s something they can’t handle. If every day was the same for them, they’d feel cooped up and trapped by that situation, and that’s no way to live. 
-Excessive Sun: Do you want to get skin damage? They certainly don’t. They fully plan on having perfect skin until their 50, even if they have to look like a vampire to do it. 
		-Staying at Home: A good day in is nice now and again, but they can’t go too long without getting out of the house and doing something. Even if it’s just a walk, they’d do anything to escape for a bit. 
Reason for sharing the duplex?: Do you even know how hard it is to find an affordable apartment in this town? They’re not paying 800$ a month just to live in what amounts to a walk in closet. 

Room Aesthetic: Their space is dark, monochromatic, and elegant. Looking at it by itself, you’d almost think you were looking at a black and white image, so they’re guaranteed to be the most colorful thing in the space. Everything is meticulously put together and constantly clean. The only real visible color is the various unique looking houseplants they have stashed around. Some of the notable furniture they have is tall black bookcase with many various books arranged on it, as well as a few of their plants and some more geometric decorations. The books they have are on a range of topics, really everything one can imagine although nearly all of them are nonfiction. Their bed, which they always make when they get up in the morning, is one that has drawers below the bed, which are completely packed with clothing. Their nightstand also has a cabinet beneath stacked with boxes of jewelry, and at the foot of their bed is a chest filled with most of their shoes. They also have taken over the closet in the room, which is completely packed with their ridiculous clothing and other possessions that they haven’t managed to shove somewhere else in the room. 

Backstory: Most of their past seems to be a mystery, and they certainly don’t go out of their way to talk about their childhood. The only thing most people can be sure of is that the town they were living in just wasn’t their speed. Unable to find any opportunities they wanted, they swiftly moved out after finishing highschool early. Always an incredibly fast learner and more intelligent than their peers, living out in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere provided them with nothing. At first they moved to a small city, getting their first degree in Psychology as well as an online degree in Counseling, and are now moving on to study pre-med. 

As far as work goes, they have many artistic endeavors they take on simultaneously. Interested in everything from digital art to painting to photography to sculpture, even music and creating clothing, they gravitate towards one thing for a bit, do commissions or make pieces to sell, then move on to the next thing in as little as a month, or really as soon as they’re done. 
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Age: 22

Gender: Male

Ethnicity: Japanese-American

Sexuality: Gay

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Personality: Damien’s someone that once you’ve met, is pretty unforgettable. He likes to live it up and enjoys nothing more than crazy schemes at 2:30am with a group of accomplices, making impromptu trips to the mall, or going to the casino on the weekends to gamble away his last paycheck. He thinks he’s witty and there might be partial truth to that. However, he isn’t someone for the weak of heart or the sensitive, he finds fun getting other’s skin and even most of his friends have found themselves being driven up a wall by him at one time or another. Even more perplexing, is that despite how he might treat others on occasion, he thrives off attention and companionship. Gregarious to a fault, he would rather hang out with his worst enemy than spend ten minutes alone. 

Damien finds humor even in the bleakest moments and refuses to be brought down by others pessimism. He will adapt, that is certain. He can put up a facade of confidence, even when he’s scared or uncertain. He can be quite shallow and judgemental, however, and more serious individuals may find his carefree behaviors exasperating. 

That’s not to say that he’s always spontaneous and full of energy, however. There are periods where he feels like doing absolutely nothing. Like all the zest he showed before has suddenly been zapped from him and you’re left with a shell. He lets relationships and plans fall apart, he doesn’t want to do more than lay in bed and sleep. He still wants to hang out with others, but tends to be quieter and more like a shadow than a man. His apathy can be infuriating to those depending on him to get things done, and mind-boggling for his friends. He tends to spring back up from these periods quickly, but it can make living with him difficult. 

Likes and Dislikes:
Likes:

Rain on a clear day: There’s something magical about it being a crystal clear day, and then those few little drops of water come falling out of the sky and splatter onto the ground. It’s not exactly raining though, at least not a whole lot. It’s really just a sprinkle and Damien doesn’t know why he appreciates that so much, but he really does.
Opinionated people: These kinds of people are fun to talk to. Some people might avoid confrontation, but those people are bland. Damien likes to hang around people he could have fun with, and someone with bold opinions is sure to be entertaining.
Wearing bold makeup: If he’s going out, he’s going all out.
Parties and other large social gatherings: If you couldn’t tell already, Damien’s extraverted and loves having company. The more, the merrier.

Dislikes:

Snow: Okay, Damien can't stand the snow. First off, nothing ruins a day faster when you get snow in your shoe and then your sOCK IS WET FOR THE REST OF THE DAY. Then you have to wear a coat over that cute outfit you spent so much time putting together and waddle your ass through the snow. Even worse, traffic is all backed up and no one’s getting anywhere.
Being alone: Being alone is Damien’s kryptonite. He can’t stand it. He has to find someone to go bother. There’s nothing worse than being alone in Damien’s mind. You’re stuck there, alone, with no company other than yourself. Damien doesn’t know how some people can voluntarily shut themselves away like that. He tries to avoid this whenever possible.
People who are passive and afraid to voice their own opinions: These people are generally boring in Damien’s opinion and not fun to talk to. Basically they’ll just agree with whatever you say and there’s no real conversation going on. Also they’re most likely going to spoil your fun every now and then because they’re usually responsible as well. Double yikes.
Schedules: Actually coming up with a routine sounds like something a responsible adult would do; Damien is not a responsible adult.

Reason for sharing the duplex?: First of all, Damien doesn't ever want to live alone, he's gonna drive himself crazy being cooped up without anyone else there to talk to. Yeah, no thanks.
Secondly, Damien is a broke college student who really didn't consider the tuition and costs of moving from Missouri all the way to California. He can't afford much right now, let alone a house.

Room Aesthetic: Damien’s room is tailored for comfort. We got the bean bag chairs, the fuzzy area rug, some of those plush throw blankets that are sliding off of the bed and onto the floor, we have some incense burning on the small wooden dresser. Three lava lamps all going at once because one wasn’t enough. It’s usually dark on his side of the room and you’re liable to trip on whatever crap he’s got laying on the floor because he’s too lazy to pick it up. His bed is actually one of those couches that folds out into a bed and while usually those beds are really uncomfortable to sleep on, he has so many blankets and pillows that he could probably sink into them and no one would know where he was. 

Backstory:  Damien had a relatively normal childhood: he never knew his father, but doesn't really have an itching to seek him out, he had a stable, if slightly distant relationship with his mom, and an older half-brother who Damien still isn't sure he understands completely, despite growing up with him all his life.

Growing up in downtown Kansas City, there was a lot of crime and it wasn’t really the ideal place to raise two young boys. Damien admires his mother for raising them all by herself, but growing up, he certainly didn’t make it easy for her. He fell in with a rough crowd of kids during his teenage years; vandalizing people’s sheds, sneaking into bars, and more was the order for the night. Fights weren’t unusual back then and neither was bringing a boy home for the night while his mother was working overtime. As he reflects on it, a lot of dumb mistakes were made that he wishes he could erase now. As he grew older he realized that he was making some bad choices that could very possibly ruin the rest of his life. He wanted to turn his life around, but felt as though it was too late. It wasn’t until he had a heart-to-heart conversation with his brother (Who up until this point was embarrassed and disappointed in Damien) that he felt the courage to make change in his life and make amends. Leaving his old friends was hard for him to do, as cutting people out of your life can often be, but his brother had urged him that it was necessary. When he looks back at it now, being successfully enrolled at a nice 4-year college all the way across the nation, Damien can only fathom what would have happened if he never left.

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{"When you fight yourself to discover the real you, there is only one winner."}

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Name: Aulora Michelle Wise

Appearance: Aulora is a beautiful young woman of Jamaican and St. Lucian descent. She has a slim, statuesque build and seemingly flawless, chocolate-colored skin. Dark, thick locks of hair cascade down her back and curls around her youthful face. She has a prominent nose and full lips that always look poised to speak something important, but her most compelling features are her piercing brown eyes that can change from affection to aversion in an instant without notice. Weighing in at a little over one hundred sixty pounds and standing at five feet, ten inches tall in flats with all the grace and poise of a queen, Aulora probably could have been a model if she wasn't so infatuated with the theatre. Aulora carries herself elegantly with good posture, long confident strides, and her head held high. Due to this and her love of high heels, she often looks taller than she really is. 

When it comes to her fashion sense, Aulora always dresses to impress and loves making statements and setting trends. Her style can best be lumped in with urban-chic or street wear fashion. She has a talent for putting an interesting twist on what she wears, mixing high-end and low-end effortlessly. She does love striking makeup, though only when she wants to make a scene; her everyday glam consists of nude and brown shades of eye shadow, lipstick, and blush. As far as jewelry goes, Aulora is always iced out. With her flashy necklaces, rings, and bracelets, she can make the most basic and minimalist outfits look like they belong in a fashion editorial. 

Age: 22

Gender: Cis Female

Ethnicity: African-American

Sexuality: Bisexual

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Personality: Ever since the day she was born, Aulora Wise has been an adventurous free-spirit, something that she without a doubt inherited from her mom; Aulora's mother was the epitome of a free spirit. She was child of the 60s and 70s; she made her own clothes, dated men on her own terms, always spoke her mind and had a mess of thick hair, which she never wanted to tame. Aulora vividly remembers going through puberty and her mother telling her that she didn’t have to shave her legs or wear a bra if she didn’t want to. She was taught that makeup, clothing and all other objects of vanity should be tools to make her happy, not anyone else. She was shown that women can too be bold and adventurous. Aulora took her mother's advice to heart over the years, so it’s no surprise that she ended up being a free spirit herself. 

There is a certain confidence in the way that Aulora walks and talks; she has a way of commanding attention the moment she steps foot into a room and making strong first impressions. She has never been one to shy away from any platform or spotlight, and will always speak her mind without hesitation or timidity. This can easily be seen when she's performing in shows or auditioning for a lead role in an upcoming production. Also, thanks to her mommy and her superb parenting skills, Aulora has grown to be a very self-reliant and independent young woman. She knows how to deal with things on her own, and rarely calls on the help of her family members or peers.

There are a few downsides to Aulora's persona, the main one being her impulsiveness and carelessness. While being adventurous, Aulora also has a history of making decisions without thinking them completely through, which probably should result in her regretting them later on. The thing with Aulora, however, is that she doesn't regret much of anything. In fact, one of the many philosophies she lives by is that there are no regrets in life, just lessons. Therefore, she'll usually apologize if she does someone dirty, but the apology may not always be sincere. Aulora also has a problem with relationship commitment; she feels as though she functions better when she only has to worry about herself. She doesn't ever plan on having kids, and even the idea of marriage is laughable to her.

Likes and Dislikes:
Likes:
Dance: Of course, Aulora loves dancing; she's being taking dance lessons since she was three years old. While hip-hop dance is her favorite style, she's also been trained in ballet, jazz, tap, and contemporary. Her deep love for this art form is what led to her eventually majoring in dance when she entered college.
Fashion: Aulora has been into fashion since she was in high school; she loves mixing and matching different articles of clothing to create something unique that also matches her personality. You'll usually see her with her nose deep in some fashion magazine or scrolling through multiple Instagram accounts for inspiration.
Caribbean Culture: Since she was brought up in a Jamaican and St. Lucian household, Aulora is very close to her roots; She loves anything and everything that reminds her of her family in the Caribbean. She has a large Jamaican flag hanging up on her bedroom wall, can often be found blasting reggae music, and never hesitates to share her home-cooked jerk chicken and fried plantains with her housemates.
Musicals: This one should be pretty self explanatory. Thanks to her mother, Aulora has been obsessed with musicals since before she could even speak. Aulora's grandmother always jokingly told the family that her very first words were "Hush, Sonny!"

Dislikes:
Driving: Aulora never learned how to drive before she moved across the country to go to college; she had always been so used to just walking, taking the subway or catching a cab whenever she needed to travel longer distances. She does have a license and a car, but hates getting behind the wheel and tries her hardest to avoid doing so.
Hot/Sunny Weather: Aulora has never been a fan of hot weather, always preferring the "brick" cold Winters in NYC over the excessively hot Summers. Since moving to California, she's gotten used to the scorching heat, but often finds her self staying indoors to avoid it. Don't get her wrong, though; she still enjoys going on quick trips to the beach.
Early Mornings If she could, Aulora would sleep all day and stay up all night. She's never been a morning person, preferring to wake up around noon and stay awake until the old reruns of the George Lopez Show stop at around 3 A.M.
Country Music Aulora loves music; Reggae, Reggaeton, Rap, Hip-hop, R&B, Rock... but for some odd reason, the one genre of music that she just can't find herself enjoying at any given moment in time is country.

Reason for sharing the duplex?: This is the first Summer since starting at the University that Aulora has decided to stay in California rather than catch a flight back to New York City. She figured that she might as well enjoy as much time as she could in California before graduating and moving back to the other side of the country. Since money was tight and she hated the hassle of trying to find a couple of apartment roommates, she figured that the duplex was a perfect option.

Room Aesthetic: Aulora's side of the room is much like how her dorm room was during her first couple of years of college; it looks like something you'd see on a Pinterest board. Nearly everything on her side of the room follows a black, green, and white color scheme; her bed spread is white, topped by a black fur blanket and multiple white and green accent pillows. The paintings that hang on the wall by her Jamaican flag are green and white. She even has a few plants sitting in areas such as on her bed frame and on her desk; she tends to these plants every so often to keep them from dying. Aulora also always keeps incense or candles burning around both her bedroom and the common areas; as soon as you walk in you'll be hit with the subtle scent of cinnamon, vanilla, or lavender.

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Backstory: Aulora Wise spent the first twelve years of her life in a sketchy neighborhood in the Brooklyn borough of New York City. She was raised by a single mother who worked as a high school art teacher; she didn't bring in much money, but she made just enough to afford them a two-bedroom apartment and keep food on the table. Since Aulora's father was an anonymous sperm donor and her mother rarely brought men home, she never had a father figure around the house; not that she needed one. Aulora always believed that all she ever needed in this world was her mother, therefore she never tried to find out more about who her father was or why he'd made the choice to help impregnate random women.

Growing up, Aulora was always taught to be herself in every aspect. Her mother had no problem when her nine year old daughter decided that she wanted to dye all of her hair bright pink and wear rainbow pattern socks to school everyday. No, she encouraged it. Aulora had such a tight bond with her mother that she knew she could tell her everything from who was bullying her in school all the way up to when she was sixteen and had sex for the first time. Even after the two of them relocated to Manhattan and Aulora decided that she was in love with Broadway, her mother was one hundred percent on board. She took Aulora to as many Broadway shows as she could during her teen years, during which time Aulora made the decision to pursue a career in theatre and dance.

Theater geek. That was what most people referred to Aulora as in high school, but she didn't give a damn. In fact, the only things that Aulora was worried about at that time were her small group of friends, family, dance, theatre, and her life goals. Her hard work paid off; she was given an almost full-ride scholarship to a university in California where she would move on to double major in theatre and dance. To make ends meet while living in another part of the country, Aulora got a job at a local coffee shop which she has held on to since her freshman year. She plans to graduate in the Winter; she'll have two bachelor degrees and a heart set on acting. 

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Personality: If someone was to judge Sol by his outer appearance alone, one would conclude that he was one of those new-age, eccentric types that are too arrogant to take a job they know they would be great at. He would be characterized as someone that scoffed at tradition, went against conventional wisdom and defied common sense. To a certain degree, they would be right. Sol was never one to conform to what others wanted him to do. Outspoken, eccentric, reckless, these would be a few quick ways to describe him as a person. However, if one delved deeper, they would discover a warm, caring, and rather reserved young man.  

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- Rap/Hip-Hop music
- The smell of fresh cut grass
- The ocean
- Night-life
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- Being alone
- Being hassled
- The idea of 'common sense'
- Overly hot days
Reason for sharing the duplex?: "Honestly, it just seemed like a cool place to live, and a good idea to share it with some people" Sol Kwon, 2019

Room Aesthetic: Despite how he dresses, his side of the room is actually quite simple. A bed that he deems big enough, black sheets, light yellow duvet covers, blue and silver pillow cases. A nightstand to hold some things that he would rather not have out in the open, a lamp, various chargers. All the modern necessities. 

Backstory: Long story short, his family cut him off. As a young man trying to survive the cold, unforgiving world, it made more sense to him to share a place with other than to live on his own. If one was to ask him about this story, he would tell it exactly as it is written, just with a chuckle at the end.
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"Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass...It's about learning to dance in the rain"

~ General Information ~ 
|| 24 || Female || Caucasian || Bisexual ||

~ Appearance ~
Cerulean eyes stared intensely at the canvas before her as hands steadily glided the brush along to add the fine last minute details to the painting, losing their normal clumsiness due to her focus. Upbeat music rang out through her headphones, wrapping her in her own world as she set out to finish the piece with no interruptions. She gently nodded her head to the beat making sure not to go too crazy since it was very likely something would go wrong if she did. Copper hair spilled into her vision, a quick puff of air from her lips doing nothing to sway the locks from their current position which caused a sigh of frustration from the petite 5'10 woman as she should have known better than to leave it free-flowing. The brush was set aside next to the easel as to deal with the layered shoulder length mess that should have been handled from the beginning. She moved over to the small workbench covered in a variety of supplies and cubbies, snagging one of the hair clips snugly gripping onto the edge of the wooden table before pushing her hair back to secure it. It went completely unnoticed to her that bright green paint was now smeared not only in her hair but across the porcelain skin of her forehead. She took a moment to appreciate the masterpiece she had made with her own two hands and though she wanted to continue, she decided to take the hair incident as a sign and quickly wiped the paintbrush onto her apron being careful to avoid her bluejeans in the process. The brush dipped into a dab of black paint on her pallet, the letters ASH being placed into the dry corner to mark it as her own. 

Full rose-colored lips curved into a dazzling smile that lit up the delicate features of her face, earbuds were yanked out and the apron quickly discarded on its hook that hung on one of her walls beside the work table. Aria moved to open the door handle, thinking of grabbing a cup of tea and relaxing with a good book when the paint on her hands caught her attention. That wasn't good, the last thing she needed was to track paint everywhere...again...and with that in mind, Aria carefully took her clean fingers to open the door and headed to the shared bathroom since she would probably need a mirror if her hands were anything to go by. She gave a light knock before trying the handle and making her way in when no response was to be found. It took no time for her to slip over to the sink as she set to work to remove the paint. Aria flicked her fingers into the sink, slightly attempting to dry them and her eyes flicked up from under long dark lashes to the mirror before taking in her appearance. The splash of color on her forehead made her chuckle and roll her eyes at her own blunder since it trailed perfectly into her hair which meant a shower later whether she had planned to or not. A quick wipe removed at least the traces of it on her skin though she tilted her head to make sure she hadn't missed any. The rounded cheeks and button nose had been spared the paints wrath and nothing along the small jawline or chin. She nodded in satisfaction, no paint appearing on her baggy black shirt or secretly hiding anywhere else as far as she could tell. 

This is how she preferred to look, no make-up or fancy frills and just a casual comfort. Aria, of course, knew how to doll up and wow but she liked to reserve those times for special occasions or when she wanted to impress. There was no point in doing so normally when it might be unexpectedly covered in paint or even dirt if she was laying down with her camera to catch that perfect shot. In her eyes, it didn't matter much on looks as to her, it was personality and the inside that counted. You could look amazing but if the inside doesn't reflect the outside then what was the point? She shook her head, pushing those thoughts away as a cup of tea was calling and if she was lucky, maybe a good book or a nice conversation with housemates if they caught her out and about in the living area. With that, she made her way out of the bathroom, closing the door softly behind her.

~ Personality ~
|| Carefree || Adventurous || Clumsy || Oraginized-Mess || Outspoken ||

Aria is a kindhearted, outspoken, optimistic woman that marches to the beat of her own drum and isn't afraid to do so. She believes in being herself even if people's opinion of her might not be a good one because of it. She wants people who like her for the way she is and doesn't feel like anyone should make you change who you are meant to be. The ones that know her are very aware of how stubborn she can be when her mind is set on something and she won't let anyone get in her way if she believes it is right or will help someone in need. She always tries to find the good in everyone which sometimes can get her into trouble. This isn't to say she is naive and won't give her trust to anyone but she wants to understand what they think and why they do what they do. If you do earn her trust and friendship than you will never meet anyone more caring and open. 

Aria will always tell you what she thinks and not exactly what you would like to hear. She doesn't do this to be mean or cruel but because she knows nothing good ever comes from a lie. In some ways, Aria can be very mature and in others, she acts kind of childish but she knows how and when to be serious even though she would rather not be. It is much or fun to be laughing and smiling than having to be serious or straight-faced. 

Aria, though skilled with a paintbrush or camera is completely clumsy when it comes to other aspects of her life. The reason for this is that she is unfocused as her mind races to the next best idea. It is a lot more helpful then you would think for creativity but not so much for other things. She means well but when you have burnt food because she forgot it was left in the oven then it becomes a problem or hazard. Let's not count the times she has hurt herself be dropping or tripping over items. This, of course, is not her only quirk as when she is shy, embarrassed or intently thinking, you can often find her biting her lip or playing with the tips of her hair. She has been found more then once, humming or singing if she is in a good mood or if she is in the shower.

~ Likes and Dislikes ~
+ Thunderstorm/Rain- While rainy days are a little more difficult for picture taking, she still enjoys it more than any other weather. Snow probably being her second favorite in the bunch. There is something so peaceful about the sound of rain and just watching it fall. The air feels fresh and the smell of wet grass or even asphalt just puts her at ease. She is the kind of person that wouldn’t mind forgetting their umbrella or just being a little childish and stomping in puddles.

+ Sweets- She has the biggest sweet tooth you have probably ever met in a person. How she is so skinny is beyond her and most others but walking everywhere does probably help in that matter. Whatever the case, you can’t go wrong with offering almost any sweet treat and if you are craving something then Aria probably has it or knows where you can get it. 

+ Books- There are not many genre of books that Aria doesn’t like to read. For her, it is an escape to another land that is not her own for even a short while. Each one different and exciting to imagine in her mind, like a home movie that only she can see or create. She loves the feel of a book in her hand, the sound of pages turning and that smell in a library that you can’t find with electronics. It may be old fashioned but sometimes you don’t need to fix something that isn’t broken. Sure, you could counter that you need a book-light for night time but even that feels like more of an adventure then a lot up screen. 

+ Painting/Photography- There are no words to describe how freeing and in love she is with her chosen work. She could do this the rest of her life and never feel like she has made the wrong choice. If it wasn’t for finding these creative outlets, she is not sure how different her life would be. She is passionate about her projects and loves to try out new ideas even if they are not successful. Each method of painting may be crazy but why not do something new or silly when the results could be spectacular. She loves taking pictures and making up stories for the strange ones or just keeping a memory that is precious. Important moments usually make their way on to her walls or at least her favorite ones.

+ Nature/Camping- She loves nature and just being in it. On the beach, at a park, or even camping in a forest. She would probably have thousands of house plants if she thought she could keep any of them alive. She definitely does not have a green thumb but she is a forgetful at watering them. Perhaps one day she could try an outside garden which might have more of a chance of luck at surviving. Either way, she loves to be out in the wilds and just walking through it. She just isn’t one to like to be cooped up indoors if the option of being outside. 

- Cars- She knows it is silly but she is still terrified of cars. Aria will actually have a panic attack at the idea of being in a car which is why walking or running is her preferred way to travel. It’s not like she will refuse to get in one but she is extremely leery and will try very hard to convince someone that she doesn’t need a ride. She has a motorcycle and while she is not too comfortable with it, it doesn’t make her panic as much. The bus isn’t to bad of a way to travel either but if walking is an option that is what she will do.

- Darkness- She is not a fan of the dark. It isn’t fear but she just doesn’t like it. It is one of the reason she has a digital clock so she can have a bit of soft light without disturbing anyone at night. If she had her way, the twinkling Christmas lights on her wall would be on during the night so it wasn’t even close to dark. 

- Spiders- It is almost hilarious how much she does not like these eight legged bugs. She does not like them so much that if she sees one, she cannot even kill it or take it outside. She will literally avoid that room till it is gone or if she can convince someone else to take care of it. Other bugs she isn’t too much of a fan but spiders are 100% a no go. 

- Sports- She finds sports just boring to watch and unfortunately, her lack of coordination makes it difficult to do most of the activities. She would love to be able to dance gracefully, throw a basketball in a hoop or even kick a soccer ball into a goal but most likely it would be her injuring herself or someone else with her clumsiness. She doesn’t want that to happen so she avoids it. If someone was willing to take the time and the possibility of danger then she would probably be happy to try. She just hates how embarrassing it feels.

- Cooking/Baking- Why? Why can take out every single night not be a thing? It would even eliminate dishes! For Aria, it takes way to long to make anything that doesn’t just go in a microwave. Half the time she ends up forgetting it anyway which means a burnt mess and if she doesn’t forget then boom, it ends up on the floor due to her two left feet. If she does successfully cook or bake something for you then it is of the following reasons. She knows she has fucked up bad and just an apology is not good enough, you are sick and being cared for by her, or she is trying her hardest to impress you and she views that as pulling out the stops because damn, is she impressed when someone cooks for her even if it is simple. 

~ Reason for sharing the duplex? ~
She could easily afford to live on her own but she doesn’t want to be alone. She also doesn’t really feel comfortable with the money she has and wants to earn her own way. She also didn’t want to have to be a burden on her last family member while trying to get a new place. It could have taken a month or two while the duplex was looking for people now. It seemed like a win win situation. 

~ Room Aesthetic ~
Aria’s side of the room is simplistic. She doesn’t even have a bed frame as she wanted more space for a wooden workbench and her easel for painting. The only other furniture is a small table which has her current reads leaning against it and houses her alarm clock as well as a few candles. Her wall is made up of hung Christmas lights and photos that she has taken. They are usually the ones that are important to her or inspire her the most. The color scene on her bed is always changes but the mound of pillows of all different styles does not. Her work bench and area are kind of a mess but to her it is an organized mess. She can find anything she needs in what seems like chaos so when it is clean, she goes crazy because everything feels lost. That doesn’t mean she won’t tidy up if asked but she just has a bad habit of just dropping current things where ever while others are set in one exact place.  

~ Backstory ~
Aria's life had been simple till that night. She went to local schools through her young life and got good grades. She had done a few stupid things as most tweens do while they learn themselves and try out the new but nothing too extreme. Her parents were always patient and kind even with her blunders, it probably came naturally to them as they were both teachers. It had been the reason for their meeting and the start of a loving relationship. Aria might be a bit bias but she had never seen a pair more in love. No one would have thought they would have the fate they did. 

They had all been out to the movies, heading home with excited talk of what they had all seen together. It was just a split second. A screech of tires, the justling, cries, pain, and the darkness fading in. Aria's head felt heavy, a ringing in her ears and an unfocused gaze when her eyes opened to the harsh light that just made her want to close them again. The air smelled sterile, the bed though somewhat comfy was not her own and the clothes felt strange as it took her fogged brain a moment to take in that she was in a hospital bed. What happened? She didn't know. Why were her parents not waiting next to her? Was it past visiting hours? Were they hurt too? Panic flooded in, the sound of screeching tires stuck on her mind and she went to stand though she found her muscles weak and some of her limbs broken. A nurse rushed to her side, placing her back into the bed as she called for a doctor though Aria could only feel frustrated with the action. She didn't want a doctor. She wanted to see her parents and know if they were okay. They had waited on her, making sure she was comfortable now that she was awake. It had come to her knowledge that she had been out of it for a small amount of time. Her parents, that had been her first and only question. It had been like the world stopped when she found out she had survived alone. She didn't get a chance to say goodbye or even see it coming. Never again would she see them smile or do something to make her roll her eyes or pout in protest. Never would she hear their voices or do something to make them laugh. They wouldn't see her graduate high school. They wouldn't be there for any part her future as she had always imagined.

Aria sucked in a breath she didn't know she had been holding and cried. No shame in who saw or heard her agony as her tears poured down her face. She felt utterly alone. The only one left was a distant relative she had never heard of, in a place far from home. Sympathy wasn't all bad but it wasn't home. She knew it was hard to be around her as she seemed to be walking corpse. She had gone to counseling and it had helped her see the possibilities and positives in her life. It dulled the pain a little and it was suggested that she try something creative to escape too. She had found that in photography. She captured beautiful scenes or shared moments of others. She would make up stories about her unknown muses. It wasn't long before no only did she want to just capture but create. She switched her focus of being a teacher like her parents before her and started down the path of photography and art. It had finally brought a bit of joy and she wanted to share it with everyone. She wanted to be a great artist and it gave her a passion to focus on.

Out of high school, she slowly tried build a name for herself under the name ASH as she wasn't one to like attention or didn't know how to deal with it without being a stuttering mess. Aria found herself never sticking to one place long but Sympathy was the place she always came back as it now was more home to her than anywhere else she roamed.

~ Other ~
- Has a tattoo on her wrist of two small crows flying which she got for her parents
- Has light scars littered in random spots due to the car crash which she is actually a bit self-conscious about
- She knows how to play the piano but does not do so often

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Didi Sabello

“Stop seeking out the storms and enjoy more fully the sunlight.” 
-Gordon Hickney

Name: Dolores Sabello

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Ethnicity: Italian-American

Sexuality: Female leaning Bi
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Personality:

♦ Intelligent ♦ Imprudent ♦ Easygoing ♦ Insensitive♦

One thing that best describes Didi, is that she's  a smartass. A smart ass to those who  deserve it, or to those who may not but needs to pull out a pole off their ass every once in a while. Most of the time she's composed, and is actually a "decent" person once you get to  know her.  She has a knack for computers, but despite being smart she never aimed higher.  Being simple, and learning to live with what she have is a lesson she learned from her pawpaw. Dreaming big tends to stale the appreciation of the little things, and when you have little, you learn to love more.  

If not spending her days and nights in front of a computer, she would go out and have fun, even by herself. She is never a fan of clubs, though over the years she came to appreciate the merrier things in life, e.g drinking and such, though that's not to say she would rather not dance in the rain like a fool if given the chance. Though she'd like people to think she's rather tough and rebellious but being a rather upright person at heart, Didi can never really have what it takes. A horrible singer she may be, she'll kick your ass in a kareoke showdown.

But even with her though, wild child demeanor, inside her own personal insecurities would plague her to the point of even breaking down when things fall apart, even if she hides herself in tough facade. Times like these she yearns to depend on someone, and that person may yet come.

Hobbies:
-Doing Work/homework.
-Doodling on anything, even on other people's bare skins.
-Going to places with her bike at 5 in the morning.
-Experimenting with codes.
-Picking on people/plotting pranks if she feels like it.

Likes:
-Seaside strolling
-Singing even if she's bad at it.
-Dancing even if it's just as worst as her singing.
-The feeling of coffee buzz.
-(Light)Beer pong.
-Feeding the pigeons by her bedroom window.

Dislikes: 
-Super crowded areas
-Small spaces
-Annoying children
-Politics
-Midnight fridge raiders.

Reason for sharing the duplex?:
Just like half of you, I cant afford a nice beach view loft with my broke ass.

Room Aesthetic: She has a simple, nifty corner for a room where she has a dresser to put her clutter personal items in, though she rarely sleeps there (given that she barely even does.) and because she doesn't really own a bed. During the night you'd see her lounged in the sofa, a blanket up to her waist while doing some work on her computer, and most of the time she'll take short naps there and then in between. In the afternoons, that's where she's usually asleep. 

Backstory:

Didi grew up in East Oakland, with her three older brothers and a younger sister, all of whom she doesn't share the same father with. A bit of a tomboy, she frequently hangs out with some of her brothers friends, but they would sometimes make a  habit of bullying her , which forces her to hang out with her much younger sister, Carol. She was especially close to Toby, her eldest brother's best friend, and at one point developed a crush on him. When she acted out on these feelings, Toby rejected her and it broke her heart. 

Didi's mother was a typical single mom from a impoverish part of town, who took part time jobs to put some food on the table, and providing them proper education. Didi never had problems with school, however. Despite being a trouble maker which sometimes earned her a visit, or two, to the principal, she greatly excels academically, and soon applied a scholarship for college.

 When Didi was 12, his father visited their home but her mother wouldnt let her see his daughter. The whole exchange were angry screams, mostly evident to her mom, while her father stood there quietly, a middle aged man of high standard, looking at her for the first time. Didi never saw him again until years later. Even though she never kept in touch with him, her dad still payed for her school and everything she needed or wanted, but Didi never took advantage of her father's wealth. He would contact her, without her mother's knowing and with regular chats and catching up, they developed a good friendship.

Eventually she went to collage, and took a Computer Science major. Even with her abundant allowance thanks to her dad, she kept it aside for her other siblings. Rather, she applies at random jobs for her own necessities, never really having a anything permanent. After three years she left her life in San Fransisco, and moved to Symphony, focusing on making a new life for herself there and to look forward for the adventures that awaits her there.

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Other: 
-A Computer programmer. Jumps from one part time job to another.
-A bicycle commuter.
-A hardcore night owl, barely anyone ever see her sleep in the evenings.
-Labels her food in the fridge with provoking threats.

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 Bradly Pilgro



"Life only goes downhill from here."


Age: 24

Gender: Male

Ethnicity: Mexican-American

Sexuality: Straight
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Personality:
 ◘ Laid Back ◘ Callous ◘ Inconsistent ◘ Social 


Known for his house parties- and large quantities of shitty beer and weed- Bradley had always stood out as that one 'stoner kid'. He was like this since his junior year of high school, the teachers knowing what he did in the bathroom, though they had no evidence to prove of his actions. It took a bad police dog, and some bribes to help him pass the following years. You would probably guess on how he reacted when weed finally became legal. College was a fresh start for him, he could sober up, he could make friends and forget about the- and he already has cannabis plants on him. 

Bradly is always friendly when he's high, asking for someone to smoke with him, as most of his bud's are living across the FUCKING CITY. when alone, weed can't stop his thoughts. And those thoughts intensify during the rare times he's sober. Waking up in the morning, who knows what or whom is inside his bed, though he knows he needs an Advil and a cup of booze. He's always down for a game of any kind, especially something of contact- oh, not in the gay way... No homo. He's the type of person you look for when you need to take a load off, the one guy that can get you relaxed, pills or otherwise.

The people who get to know him know more than the stoner persona. When sober, he had a constant stream of self doubt, and dark thoughts. He knows he's too much of a pussy to end it all, so all he can do now is sulk it all in. He thinks that he will never find happiness that's not rolled up in cigarette paper, and decides that THAT is the only way for him to feel happy in a way. He finds himself unable to be as social as he was when high, and could only do simple interactions with his friends, or just someone to joke around with. 

Likes:
-Marijuana
-RHCP and some Ska music
-Hard liquor with a side of fun games
- Hot boxing inside his room- or other rooms.
-Sharing shots with friends

Dislikes:
-The smell of sanitizer
- Stupid ass wet ass, bitch ass rain days
- Shitty beer
- Fucking cats- those pointy eared bastards.

Reason for sharing the duplex?: This was not his first choice of living space. Though it was the only choice- and the cheapest- for him. He didn't want to be homeless after all. He had gotten himself kicked out of dorm after dorm, then kicked out of an apartment all for the same reasons- loud ass raves. He would have to dumb down his parties so he would at least have a roof over his head.

Room Aesthetic:
Bradley's room is very simple and mediocre. Having just some band posters and a white sheet bed with white pillows. Within his side of the room, however, are stashes of drugs- mainly cannabis and some LSD- that are hidden. Some places would always be within his duffel bag, holes in the wall that are covered by said posters, and other places. Most of his fellow patrons know that he has a stash almost everywhere in his room.

Backstory: 
Bradley is a boy born and raised in Oceanside, California, the only child to a workaholic mother, left to fend for himself to take care of himself. With her mother arriving from work late, he would have no sense of guidance, making him stubborn and seeking independence in the most hardest situations. It was only in the morning would Bradley see his mother, and only when she's asleep. When was the last time they both went to the beach for a walk? Ah, never mind, he's going to be late for school! 

His school life would be worse than his home life, being bullied and made fun of. Was it puberty, or was it because he has no one to talk to? Those were the questions he always asked himself when he arrived home, bunched up in a corner and trying not to cry. He was close to committing suicide, though failed to commit to the action itself, instead, having those thoughts float around his head. That's when he had the realization- he had to make it look like he didn't care. He worked at the a local retail store, and he could promise free liquor for some cannabis... seems like a plan. And so it was. He was the person to bring at every party, he was...  popular. This all changed when he graduated. 

It seemed that he managed to get enough grades to get in a university not far from where he is, and he took that chance. His mother was growing old and Bradley spent the last of his money from his old job to put her in a retirement home ( though she was relatively young, Bradley knew a worker that would take her in.). Now in Uni, he struggled on what he wanted to do, then thought back to when he got hooked on the bad shit. He wanted to be a hospital worker- save lives and shit. Bradley had then enrolled in a pre-med program, where he would hopefully get that dream of his that was lost so long ago.During that time though, Bradley got into athletics, training in Wrestling in a half-hearted manner. 

Other:
- It's unsure if he sleeps or stays up all night, though whenever his roommate wakes up, he's always awake before him.
-He has an entire stock of liquor that is littered around the kitchen.
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