[hider=Ambrose Hightower II][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/GVxhRgl.png[/img][/center][color=#ad772b][h3]🇳​​​​​🇦​​​​​🇲​​​​​🇪​​​​​[/h3][/color][indent][indent][color=gray]Ambrose Hightower II[/color][/indent][/indent][color=#ad772b][h3]🇦​​​​​🇬​​​​​🇪​​​​​[/h3][/color][indent][indent][color=gray]17[/color][/indent][/indent][color=#ad772b][h3]🇬​​​​​🇪​​​​​🇳​​​​​🇩​​​​​🇪​​​​​🇷​​​​​|🇸​​​​​🇪​​​​​🇽​​​​​|🇮​​​​​🇩​​​​​🇪​​​​​🇳​​​​​🇹​​​​​🇮​​​​​🇹​​​​​🇾[/h3][/color][indent][indent][color=gray]​​​Cis-Male[/color][/indent][/indent][color=#ad772b][h3]🇵​​​​​🇪​​​​​🇷​​​​​🇸​​​​​🇴​​​​​🇳​​​​​🇦​​​​​🇱​​​​​🇮​​​​​🇹​​​​​🇾​​​​​ 🇩​​​​​🇪​​​​​🇸​​​​​🇨​​​​​🇷​​​​​🇮​​​​​🇵​​​​​🇹​​​​​🇮​​​​​🇴​​​​​🇳​​​​​[/h3][/color][indent][indent][color=gray]Ambrose has two brain cells firing to the best of their ability and still managing to get in each other's way before sputtering out in ineptitude. There's never been a reason for him to show advanced aptitude in intellectual subjects, and as such he's gone out of his way to avoid them. Feeling dumb is never fun for anyone, and Ambrose doesn't care for it. Yet what he lacks in hard intelligence he more than makes up for in emotional intelligence. This would seem contradictory for a child of his privilege, but his family also has the money to afford therapists. It's an odd two-sided coin that was mutilated in one of those penny-press machines. 

He doesn't have a temper, is fairly upbeat, and is keen on making people laugh before making people sad. He's more than happy to help but lacks the cognitive reasoning to realize that money and/or physicality don't solve everything in the world. Though he has enough self-awareness to know that the former is a privilege. He's a little vain and prone to dressing well—overdressed if you ask anyone but him—no matter the situation. And honestly, he's like any other teenager trapped in a small town in the middle of nowhere, sex is on his mind. To say he was a fuck boy would... honestly be right. But he's a polite fuck boy and understands boundaries and the word "no."

Ambrose is as complicated as a magic eye puzzle. From the outset there seems to be a lot going on there, but once you twist your vision the right way all you can see are two happy dolphins.[/color][/indent][/indent][color=#ad772b][h3]🇵​​​​​🇭​​​​​🇾​​​​​🇸​​​​​🇮​​​​​🇨​​​​​🇦​​​​​🇱​​​​​ 🇩​​​​​🇪​​​​​🇸​​​​​🇨​​​​​🇷​​​​​🇮​​​​​🇵​​​​​🇹​​​​​🇮​​​​​🇴​​​​​🇳​​​​​[/h3][/color][indent][indent][color=gray]Standing at 6'3" with the musculature of a self-proclaimed Adonis, Ambrose cuts an intimidating figure. It was as if his genetics were so ashamed of the failure in his intelligence that they shoved everything they could into his appearance. His skin is pale but healthy, with a smattering of freckles along his nose, tops of his shoulders, forearms, and other areas that are visible in various states of undress. He has flat brown hair that he's lightened significantly to compliment his complexion. It's not a bottle-dye job and honestly would look very natural if his eyebrows matched the rest of it. The only thing that isn't ripped from a magazine and slapped onto the boy is his sectoral heterochromia. Both eyes are brown, but one has wedges of blue that makes his gaze seem like it's straying or not focusing in as he'd like. Or mayhap that's the excuse he wants to use to stare at other things.

He's always dressed well. Even when it is supposed to be a relaxed and comfortable fit, one can still feel the sophistication ooze off of it. Ambrose carries himself as if no worry on the planet could touch him. Confidence is in his every movement and swagger. Yet, there's also a near-adolescent giddiness to the things the does as well. Sometimes his words slip a little, the accent hard to place, and one can tell that maybe he had a speech impediment when he was younger that slips in on occasion.[/color][/indent][/indent][color=#ad772b][h3]🇾‌🇴‌'🇧‌🇮‌🇰‌🇺‌🇷‌ 🇩‌🇪‌🇸‌🇨‌🇷‌🇮‌🇵‌🇹‌🇮‌🇴‌🇳‌​​​​​[/h3][/color][indent][indent][color=gray]Ambrose pulled his hand back to see that his digits were a blueish-greenish-purple with webbing between them. They were capped off by black, sharp nails. Ambrose yelled and tried to distance himself from his own hand. Upon doing so, he tripped over something else and landed back flat on his back. From underneath his form came a scaled tail with a fan-like fin on the bottom. A quick glance showed that he was mostly still intact. The same height and bulk as before but now the color of a Lisa Frank folder. He was barefooted, but his feet were equally webbed and strange. His ears felt weird against his head and touched them to find that they, too, were webbed. He honestly didn’t know where his ear was. This wasn’t it. Fingers slid down his neck and into a slit where it met his shoulder. It felt like trying to force yourself to vomit by siding your fingers into the back of your throat. He gagged. He didn’t know what those slits were, but his brain was more than confident with one word: gills. He was also greeted by long seafoam hair that curled around his face—and immediately found its way into his mouth.[/color][/indent][/indent][color=#ad772b][h3]🇧​​​​​🇦​​​​​🇨​​​​​🇰​​​​​🇸​​​​​🇹​​​​​🇴​​​​​🇷​​​​​🇾​​​​​[/h3][/color][indent][indent][color=gray]The Hightowers are as bougie and well-connected as one could imagine. Yet, they're not one of the founding families. Instead, they're new money that moved in within the last fifteen years. One might ask why a family such as theirs would come to New Hope, with its trite amount of people. The truth is Ambrose Hightower Senior just thought it was scenic enough to warrant the move while remote enough that his wife wouldn't have any more extramarital dalliances. It's fair to say that Ambrose Senior is never in New Hope. He's gone for months at a time, leaving his son and wife to fend for themselves in a town that seems to be mired in tradition. No amount of money can prove that they are also important enough to be on the city council, planning board, or the like. The Hightowers came in, renovated one of the older and historic homes, and laid claim to their small part of the town without much else to show for it. Ambrose Senior decided that since they weren't going to show him any favors, he'd not show them any either. He didn't bring any business with him, just his family and their obnoxious clout.

In any other social situation, Ambrose would probably have the upper hand. Here in New Hope, he barely has a foothold. So, he's tried his hardest to prove that he's more than capable of being King Bee in any social circle—which is ironic considering that isn't a title in nature. Despite not having much in the way of parental guidance, his father was constantly away, and his mother, Maryanne Hightower-Smitte, was enthralled by prescription medications. So, Ambrose II is what most people see of the family, and he tries his best to make it seem like everything is excellent. His backstory isn't filled with a lot of conflicts. He's had it rather easy.

Ambrose has low academic scores, and high athletic ones, and is a member of the Student Council Board. Enough of an achiever without being an overachiever.[/color][/indent][/indent][color=#ad772b][h3]🇳​​​​​🇴​​​​​🇹​​​​​🇦​​​​​🇧​​​​​🇱​​​​​🇪​​​​​ 🇨​​​​​🇴​​​​​🇳​​​​​🇳​​​​​🇪​​​​​🇨​​​​​🇹​​​​​🇮​​​​​🇴​​​​​🇳​​​​​(🇸​​​​​)[/h3][/color][indent][color=gray][list][*][color=white]Maryanne Hightower-Smiite:[/color] Yes, Ambrose's mother, but the only thing they seem to share is their last name. They seem to miss each other emotionally like two ships on a sea. Yet, that doesn't mean she doesn't rope her son into various functions she hosts. She's a big-city socialite in a small town. So, she tries to hold galas, parties, and fundraisers in hopes of drumming up some clout. So far, it's just seemed to annoy the locals more than anything.[/list][/color][/indent][color=#ad772b][h3]🇨​​​​​🇭​​​​​🇦​​​​​🇷​​​​​🇦​​​​​🇨​​​​​🇹​​​​​🇪​​​​​🇷​​​​​ 🇵​​​​​🇷​​​​​🇴​​​​​🇲​​​​​🇵​​​​​🇹​​​​​🇸​​​​​[/h3][/color][indent][indent][color=gray][color=white]You're in class and the Fire Alarm goes off. Everyone begins to panic.[/color] 
[indent][I]"The school is so small, we'd probably smell the smoke before the alarm goes off. Oh... that's not the kind of answer you want? Um. I'd stand up, because I'm taller than most people, and find the quickest exit. Most people listen to me, so I'd navigate them toward it. You know, simple stuff."[/i][/indent]
[color=white]You've made plans to go to the festival and are running late but may make it in time to see the fireworks with your friends. On your way, you see a stranger with a flat tire on the side of the road.[/color]
[indent][I]"The question is here, do I have cell service? Does Triple-A come out here this far? I don't know how to change a tire, but I'm sure I can google it or something. Oh? This is a question about priorities. Sure I'd help the person out. It's not like my friends won't see me later at a house party or something. I mean... a normal... adult-supervised party."[/i][/indent]
[color=white]You fall asleep in class and begin to dream; you're atop a ruined tower and a massive dragon circles overhead. You reach for...[/color] 
[indent][I]"Like... uh... World of Warcraft... or Dungeons and Dragons... or something? I'm guessing I can't use a gun. Oh! Can I jump on it? I've always wanted to fly."[/i][/indent]
[color=white]The world is so boring; you wish you had a superpower. What do you wish for?[/color] 
[indent][I]"Boring? Well, with that attitude it won't be fun! Sorry. Again, not the question. I don't know... is being a werewolf a superpower? I always thought they sounded fun."[/i][/indent]
[color=white]You are suddenly reminded that tomorrow is the Midterm Exam.[/color] 
[indent][I]"Fuck. You know what. I think someone said that putting 'C' down as every answer will net you a 80ish percent score. That sounds right..."[/i][/indent][/color][/indent][/indent][/hider]