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---_{B I O G R A P H Y}

Ocean would say that he grew up in a relatively normal household, but others would disagree. His parents, rich in whatever they worked in (he never cared to know), provided their children the maximum necessities. He grew up in what looked like a castle in his young eyes. Detailed with hard cold marble floors and each tile chosen with a specific design by his parents, everything in this magnificent home was structured just like his parents had wanted.

Oceanus grew up with older brothers and one sister. They were all boisterous and loud, following after the traits of their parents. Ocean was the only one who stood silently in the midst of their loud chatter.

He felt like an outsider watching his family. He felt like he didn't belong.

Maybe that's why Oceanus took comfort of the waters. They felt like his home.

Everyone knows Wellington Academy. It was a school of wonder, of mystery, and everyone damn well knew if you graduated from that school you're known throughout. At first it wasn't something Ocean was interested in but when his parents sat Oceanus and his siblings down, told them about the school and insisted every single one of them to attend, there was a spark of determination that flowed through Ocean. He felt he could belong in a place where everyone shared the same passion in their interests.

Thus, Oceanus called the academy. He sent them several books of his shell findings and was the only one out of his siblings to get accepted.

---_{W H A T D I D Y O U P A C K ?}

_{° His already written journals of shells as well as a few extra blank ones.
° A jar of his favorite shells.
° A locket bracelet charm with a picture of his family.
° Already used notebooks for class.
° Riddle books.
° His favorite pair of socks with the design of cartooned shells. He considers them his lucky pair.}

---_{E X T R A}

_{° Constantly touches up his face and hair/ fiddles with his fingers.
° Picky eater.
° Doesn't like wearing socks
° Often uses filler words like “umm”
° Enjoys talking about the ocean
° Pansexual}

_{Theme song}

Full Name: Mordechai Yakovi Yudais
Nickname: Mor, Chai (pronounced with the hebrew chet, not like High or Chai like the tea)
Age: 18
Year: Senior
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10"
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance:
Striking blue eyes and pale skin are contrasted by his messy, pitch black hair, which is longer on the top of his head while remaining trimmed on the sides. He has an athletic, lithe build that tends to fill the school uniform.

Dislikes: Running, bright lights(such as morning sunlight straight through his window), long lectures with no reading involved, chatter mouths, heat and humidity.
Likes: Puzzles, mystery/crime books, case files, reading ahead in class, upper body workouts(he can still read and do what he enjoys while doing these, unlike with running), Rummikube and similar games.
Skills: Can read over a large amount of information at a quick rate while retaining what was read, but if he gets too focused he looses any awareness of the world around him, he has missed classes by forgetting to set an alarm to bring him out of his research stupors.
Gift: Pattern recognition/detection.

Personality: While a bit of a shut in while going through information and things of interest, Chai can actually be quite social in his downtime. He likes to make people laugh and feel good while also locking away the information he gets on them, but if people talk too long about nothing in particular, he gets a bit irritated and cuts the conversation short; why talk so long while giving the other person no real information to digest, after all? He can be protective of the younger students if he sees issues arising, but is less motivated to help those in his own year as he feels they should be able to figure things out themselves at this point.

History: Mordechai grew up in a single parent home as an only child, his mother having passed shortly after his birth. Living in a small town with more crime than the small Sherrif's office could really handle, his father would often bring cases home to go over. As he grew up, he would begin to read case files more than actual books- though his father made sure the more gruesome ones stayed out of his reach. At an early age, he would point out patterns in the evidence that even his father and the deputies might have missed, overworked as they were. The department would lovingly call him their 'Little Detective' and reward him with treats and toys when he pointed things out, and he was there after school often enough that he got plenty of attention and affection from his father's deputies. They even bought him a little deputy uniform that he put on when he arrived after school,, making him feel like a real part of the team.

As he grew older, he began sneaking his father's more...graphic case files. He enjoyed the challenge while trying his best not to get sick over the photo evidence. When he first presented his father with a murder case he had solved, the Sheriff had begged his now 12 year old son to never go over those types of cases without his permission, worried of the effects such information would have on his young mind and health. Upset with this but still understanding, Chai would bring each file that caught his interest to his father for approval, and received many crime novels to fill in the rest of his boredom and curiosity.

Realizing that the local schools couldn't keep his son's interest or keep him motivated, Sheriff Yudais began looking into private schools as well as 'unconventional' schools, hoping to find one that would keep his son wanting to learn and progress. When stumbled across Welligton Academy, he thought he must be dreaming; this place sounded perfect for his son, and accepted people of all walks of life- for which his bank account was very grateful.

Mordechai, on the other hand was rather resentful of this, wanting to stay with his father and the department, helping them where they needed and keeping his 'family' whole. If this was what his dad really wanted, however, he relented to at least giving the entrance exam a shot. The only problem was that there was no entrance exam, he simply went with his father to apply and got an acceptance letter later.

His freshman year was rather tumultuous for him, as it was the first time he didn't have case files and mysteries to solve, as well as the first time he was away from his dad and the deputies. A rebellious streak no one knew he had showed its face, and Mordechai found himself skipping classes to read his books, and falling asleep in the classes he did go to. After many ignored warnings, Mordechai finally got fed up and ran out of the school, even shoving aside several students to do so. He called his father once he was off the grounds and begged him to pick him up, all but crying when his father refused, demanding he go back to the school. He didn't return until well after curfew, dragging mud and water all through his cottage. He hoped it would be enough that they decided to send him home, but he was instead given a Weller Moon for harming his fellow students and running away the way he did. The next week he began to take the school seriously, and came to realize he actually quite enjoyed it; he often ruminates on his lost time there while he was being spiteful.

After that, he grew into himself and became a more active student and peer, working hard in his studies and leaving himself open to friends and acquaintances. He and his father talk on the phone daily and he even gets a video call from the deputies now and then. They send him gifts that keep his mind occupied and make sure that he is doing well at the academy, ensuring he doesn't feel closed off and run away again.

Now as a senior he continues to bloom and show promise, making up for his freshman year while trying to make sure current freshman are making it through better than he did.

Weller stars: 3
Weller moons: 1
Cottage: [Leave this blank until I assign you to your cottage]
What did you pack?: Crime novels, a puzzle box, the honorary deputy badge given to him by the department, framed picture of him and his father, framed picture of him and the deputies.

Theme song
Extra: Loves playing Rummikube and will often be seen in the common area or by the fountain with a book and the game out, ready to play should anyone choose.

Full Name: Matthew Doyle
Nickname: Matt, The only allteration he'll accept.
Age: 17
Year: Junior
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance:

Dislikes:
- Squeaky Things: There's a certainly frequency threshold that things should adhere to. Anything above this is a dangerous prospect to Matthews continued sanity.
- Mysteries: To obscure an answer to something is but laziness or sheer ignorance.
- Wellington Academy: Well, its not awful. It is whats keeping him homeless. But he does dislike the look of the place, and the vibe...and the people.

Likes:
- Snow: A potential of hypothermia and wacking people with snowballs is fun in his mind.
- Books: They are at least written with a goal in mind.
- Karma: Not that a thing exists of course. But when unfortunate things happen to people who slight him. It does brighten his day.
- Sleep: He feels embraced in the blissfulness of unconsciousness
Skills:
- Lucid Dreaming: It seemed like an interesting thing to learn how to do. The only bad part was it involved him keeping a journal, ugh.
- Bass: Hes not a virtuso or anything. But he knows enough to entertain himself.
- Soccer: Like he mentioned, there were certain social circles he partook in when he was younger.

Gift: Truth-Seeker: Matthew has the inate abiltiy to find 'his' truth. Whether from people or situations. It isn't like knows when people are lying. To him, it does seem to just 'fall' into his lap.

Personality: To some Matthew might come off as anti-social. This is most likely because that's true in his eyes. Though to be exact his preffered defintion would be 'adverse' to 'typical social behaviours'. It is a lack of understanding that causes this, for it seems the more Matthew learns about others the more he feels inclined to shun them. Given with the academys knack of group activities many have felt the bitterness that is regullarly reguritated out from Matthew on an almost every second basis from him. He is not outwardly malicious, but a person who trips is picking up their belongings themselves.

History:
Matthew's early life was a lot of living in different small concrete apartments. With a lot of people going by. Watching as people communicated to eachother in their own unique way. But when Matthew tried to join in on this social dance he quickly found himself ill from mere minutes of it.

He wasn't particularly academic either. His future prospects seemed increasingly bare. With little help from the 'support net' he was supposed to have. Until one day, he happened upon two parents talking about an academy which required no apparent test or skills. How convivent.

He was accepted right in when he applied. The lack of hassle was a nice joy to Matthew.

It would be one of the few far joys he would get in this academy. If everything else was a slow dance. This was some type of compicated river dancing using your hands. So needless...and insulting.

Four events in two years. Four moons. Two of them no one even knows why he got them. He'd rather not talk about it. Now with two years left, Matthew might become a very rare case in Wellington.

Weller stars: 0
Weller Moons: 4
Cottage: ---
What did you pack?: A stained pillow. His Bass Guitar.
Theme song: [Not mandatory but its always fun to do]

Full Name: Fatima Musa
Age: 14
Year: Freshman
Gender: Female
Height: 4'10
Sexuality: ???
Appearance:

Dislikes:
- Authority: That's like so lame!
- Airplanes: Flying in the air!? Thats flipping unnatural.
- Oceans: Think of Sharks? Or large killer squid. They have the natural advantage in our fight!
- Sheep: There's evil in their eyes!

Likes:
- Justice: (She likes her own the most)
- Sports: Face my flying balls/fists/(appropiate tools of specific sport) of Justice!
- Action Movies: Explosions, Keblammoo, Pewpew!
- Shouting: It's therauptic!
- Nail Polish: Once she learned that smelling it directly from the container was bad she's been pretty good at it!
- The Summer: T-Shirt weather. Jackets are for lameos

Skills:
- Boxing: You'll never know when you have to throw some hands later in life.
- Makeup: Her mother loss of arms led Fatima to many hours of researching make up videos so that her mother would never miss out on her favourite activity.
- Dancing: It's like fighting the air and so her parents allowed her to do it.

Gift:
Simply put, Fatima is a mathematical prodigy. She just...gets it. Able to easily understand concepts years above her age.

Personality:
You ever seen those videos of a normal shopping centre. When suddenly a 20 ton truck comes hurtling through the windows, smashing everything in it's path and certainly making the owner wish he invested in finance instead. Well thats a summary of Fatima. A ball of flammable gas, if the gas was also filled with Neon Disco lights. And there's a bear in there for some reason as well.

Fatima isn't simple minded. She just happens to see the world in a very direct way. She says what she thinks and the word subtext isnt in her thesauraus. There's good guys, and then theres people who need to be high-jump kicked in the face. Moments of quiet peace are but slogs to the next good activity. Fatima doesnt crave excitement. She is the excitement. Or the great annoyance, depending on who you ask.

History:
Born to a retired boxer and Hairdresser. It didn't take long for Fatima's parents to understand she was special. She quickly garnered attention in school for her acing of any numerical problems thrown at her. Along with her rather loud personality. Seeing a great future for their daughter, they quickly pushed her to special schools for higher and accelerated learning.

Fatima seemed a lot more interested in action and activity. Along with her child-like justice of the worlds. This became solidifed when Fatima's mother got into a terrible car accident. Losing use of both arms. Kids being the sociopaths they are, a gang of them tried to make fun of Fatima's mother in front of her. Two of them got broken noses. Much to Fatima's confusion this was not appreciated by her mother.

Eventually, with Fatima's own interests and actions starting to come into conflcit with her parents. Her father send an application to Wellington Academy. With the hope that the school would 'Mature' Fatima and make her focus on her gift.

Weller stars: 0
Cottage: ---
What did you pack?: Her favourite two teddy bears, Her few favourite runners, More pair of glasses then you think. She breaks them often.

Theme song:

Full Name: Clay Eaton
Age: 16
Year: Incoming Sophomore
Gender: Male
Height: 6'3
Sexuality: Bisexual
Apperance:



Colour Code: #7AD42A
Dislikes:
- Diaster Movies: Sharks would never act like that!
- Wasps: One of the few animals that just dont seem to agree with Clay. Many times he had disturbed a nest while exploring or working and ended up stung.
- Most technology: He just doesn't seem to be able to understand them. And people only get frustated trying to help so he has mostly forsaken using most of it.

Likes:
- The Outside: Obviously.
- Dogs: Specifically Greyhounds. He had three at home. (Though he's fond of all animals.)
- Fish: Tuna, Salmon, Flounder. All his favourites for eating!
- Art: Though perhaps he doesn't understand it. He loves the passion people put in it.

Skills:
- On the long dulls on his family farm. Clay took up his father's hobby of wood carving. And given the many dulls on the farm, he's gotten quite talented at it.
- Knows his way around a farm.
- He's also a sufficent at lumbering, having helped his mother chop down cluttered trees.

Gift: Clay has an exceptional knowledge on anything related to physical geography. Trees, mountains, lakes. He loves them and understands how they are formed and how they effect the rest of the natural world.

Personality:
Clay is...innocent in a lot of ways. A simple if sheltered childhood has led him to be unaware of many facets of the world. His accents and mannerisms may give people the impression of a dumb country bumpkin. In reality, Clay is just someone who takes life at an leisure pace. One might be able to see the cogs in his brain working in a conversation. But Clay seems not to notice any complaints about his pace.

Clay is an outwardly friendly person always willing to help his fellow neighbour. He may not get their trouble or the problems they face but he has been taught the right way in life and that is to always give a hand. Clay is not one to understand the intracies of conversation or subtext. He lived with simple spoken folk and that is what he has grown up to be as well. So a lot of things people say can be mis-understood or simply not understood at all. Clay doesn't mind, he's patient with people. Patient with a lot of things. He knows he may not be the brightest tool in the farmhouse but he tries.

History:
Clay was born to two loving parents on a large secluded forested ranch precisely in the middle of nowhere. For education he went to the shcool an hours drive away where there was barely enough students to register each class. From a young age Clay helped in duties. And when the work was done, He was given free range to explore the seemingly endless ranch his parents owned.

The farm did not get many vistors, given how far away and secluded the house was. So his friends were the cows and sheep. The dogs and Cats. The birds and the bees- scratch that last one.

Academics were never really Clay's strong point. They were precisely his weak point if anything. Must to the bemusement of his classmates, CLay was often around the bottom of most subjects. Not that he minded too much, a life taking over the farm seemed simple to him. However anything related to nature he excelled. Clay and his parents were ready for that to be an interesting tidbit when a family friend suggested that he apply for Wellington Academy. He didn't expect much but was gobsmacked when he was accepted in. His parents spoke of him like he was the pride of the village.

He doesn't know what learn there, but he hopes to do his parents and hamlet proud.

Weller stars: 0
Cottage: ---
What did you pack?: Some old totems and symbols of luck given to him by his parents. An seemingly endless amount of wooly hats and overshirts. A carving knife which he had to get permission from and a journal for interesting landmarks.

Theme song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=STFy4EJ-dTU