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♛ Name: Kendall Shane Mcguire
♛ Nickname: Ken or Kenny only
♛ Birth Date: September 25th
♛ Age: Seventeen
♛ Gender: Male
♛ Sexuality: Pansexual
♛ Appearance: Kendall is definitely attractive and keeps his appearance up and tidy to maintain it. He stands up to be six foot one and weighs about one hundred and sixty-six pounds with a well-toned body and frame and a few muscles that can be seen from his sometimes tight clothing. His skin complexion compliments that he is of mixed race and has a nice glow that beams from it. Plus, his skin is blemish and pimple free and he likes to moisturize every night before bed and every day whenever he wakes up. His hair is trimmed evenly on all angles of his head and his hair is a medium brown color and it likes to have it combed up or lightly spiked up. His eyes are a dark brown color. Kendall's style is definitely trendy because he likes to keep up with the latest men's fashion that comes out monthly. People have been impressed with his style and have complimented him on it quite often. He likes to wear buttoned-up collared shirts, no matter the color or if it's short or long sleeved along with slacks of any color and moccasin footwear. It is no doubt that he has elegent, or evening wear but those are hung up and reserved for special occasions only.
♛ Habits: • Posts regularly on social media • Runs his fingers through his hair • Takes way too much time picking out an outfit • Drumming his fingers on a hard surface
♛ Likes: ✔ people taking his pic and selfies | pizza | honey nut cheerios | being wealthy
♛ Dislikes: ✘ being sick | people trying to insult him | not getting his way | bbq food
♛ Fears: • spiders • losing his trust fund • people finding out his secret • drowning
♛ Secrets: he wasn't born into the wealthy lifestyle but was very much adopted into it but tells people that he's been wealthy his whole life. he also might've gotten a girl pregnant and she was paid a large sum of money to move away.
♛ Personality: Kendall's a powerful individual and holds that title well over the heads of other people. He walks with his head held perfectly high in the air and struts with a pearly white smile that seems to make people melt whenever he flashes it in their direction. Kendall's wealthy and he's really proud of that. People that aren't as wealthy as him, he talks down on often and makes sure that they feel low. Some days he likes to do this and other days, he just does not give them the time of day. It's no doubt that he has a really vain personality but he does possess some good qualities, which rarely shows unless he's around his friends. One of those qualities is his ambition and his strong desire to succeed very, very far in life and just about whatever he does. It is very rare that he shows this quality though as he's always perceived as mean towards others, which he is and a bully, which he isn't. Not all the time anyway. All he needs is someone to show him the love that he did not receive whenever he was growing up.
♛ Biography: Kendall was adopted around the wealthy lifestyle and loved every of it. It was ridiculous, to be honest, but Kendall did not mind it at all because he had friends and such that were just like him or had just about half the money as him. He went to the most elite and prestigious schools that New York had to offer but unfortunately, they were all boys schools. His parents did not want him to be caught up in a ridiculous scandal with a girl about anything, which he ended up doing anyway with a girl he met during ivy week. His upbringing was not what he was expecting but he got through it and prevailed but only when the attention was taken off of him and placed onto his younger brother. He had the privilege of earning his trust fund at the early age of fourteen, blackmailing his father with some documents he had found that is now disclosed and locked up safely. He had grown up over the time and became in love with drums, which he does play from time to time especially in his free time. His father got a job offer in another state, which he accepted and his mother along with his younger brother stayed behind in New York while Kendall and his father moved instead. Of course, being the new on the block wasn't always the easiest but just like everything else, Kendall prevailed. He now has to serve detention though and hope that some of his friends are going to be in there so he can talk shit with them.
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“Why be the queen of the school when you can be the queen of the ring?”
| |Nicknames:| |
- Sol
- Shady
- Jameson
| |Age:| |
18 | May 26, 2000
| |Gender:| |
Female
| |Sexuality:| |
Beautifully Bisexual
| |Relationship Status:| |
Single, to always be available to flirt but not mingle
Habits
- Can rap to every single Emimem song… Except for Rap God (which infuriates her to no end)
- Trains and works out to Eminem songs
- Has a sailor’s tongue (no doubt inherited from both parents)
- Is a major gym rat, as in spending 3+ hours a day there.
- Will unconsciously crack her knuckles (sometimes on purpose when people annoy her to)
| |Likes:| |
- Hip-Hop, Rap & Reggae
- Emimem (Soleil’s pretty much obsessed with him, knows his every song and has attended every concert of his)
- Boxing and Kickboxing (it relieves her stress and prevents her from turning into the impulsive bitch her mother used to be back in the day)
- The gym (and working out in general)
- Cardio
- Pizza
- Sushi
- Her family
- Her black cat: Absynthe
- Beer pong
- Air hockey
- Black humor
| |Dislikes:| |
- Country Music
- Her father’s addiction
- Hangovers
- Puns
- People who take things too seriously
- Cigarettes
- Drama
| |Fears:| |
- Getting played
- Losing any of her family members (especially her dad)
- Permanent Injury
Biography:
“The tale of how I came to be is not as tragic as my brother’s, but it’s got its fair share of sob story moments. My mom and my dad knew each other since they were fourteen. They met as freshman in the halls of this very school, and they hit it off instantly. Of course, being the over-sexed teens that they were, their interactions consisted of a few hookups a month instead of anything along the lines of a proper relationship. It was during one of these hookups that I was conceived. Mom and dad got a little too drunk for their own good during a Fourth of July party thrown by my grandparents, thus ended up in one of their legendary hookups. However, in the heat of the moment, darling Father forgot to wear a condom, thus resulting in my Mom finding out she was pregnant two months later.
Mom tells me that Dad didn’t really step up at first. It took him a few months to process the information, and it was only after Uncle Alexandros had a no-bullshit talk with him that Dad realized he needed to be there. And so he was. And he’s never stopped being there for me. I was born on May 26, 2016, and my father was the first person to hold me. My parents really tried to make things work. They moved in together when mom as seven months pregnant, and for the first three years of my life tried to raise me together, as a unified family. Unfortunately, my dad’s drinking started to be a problem again. He’d attempted a rehab stint back when he was seventeen, but it had been unsuccessful. By the time I was two, they were getting into daily arguments that ended with my father sleeping on the couch with a bottle beside him while my mother lied in the bed, crying silently and only wishing he would sober up for my sake.
After much persuasion, my father tried rehab a second time. During his time there, him and mom had a serious talk and decided that their relationship was too toxic, that it would be best for all of us if they went their separate ways. I was three when they separated,
A year and a half after mom and dad separated, my mother gave herself a chance with my second father. His name is Jason Singh, and he had been my mom’s best friend in high school. They’d lost contact after graduation when he went away for college and she had me, but had recently reconnected while he visited town. Now that they were older and wiser, Jay confessed to my mother that he’d always loved her, and that he would love an opportunity to make the both of us happy. After much consideration, she accepted. Thirteen years and two more kids later, they are still together and going strong.
During Daddy’s third rehab attempt, I found out I had an older brother. His mother had recently passed away from lung cancer, and it was nearly on her deathbed that the woman confessed to my father that she’d birthed his son nine years prior. Dante didn’t really like me at first. He was jealous of the relationship I had with our father, and was upset that he’d been an active part of my life and not his. Of course, once he grew up and realized that Daddy couldn’t really be present in the life of a son he didn’t even know existed, his attitude towards me changed. We’re not close by any means, but we keep a civil relationship that borders on friendly sometimes. That’s good enough for me.
Right now, I live with my mom, my stepfather, my younger brother and sister, and stay with dad on the weekends. We live in a big and comfortable house, paid for by my step dad's work (yeah, my mom married Doctor Jameson Singh, Ph.D in Child Psychology) and my mother’s position as Master Sergeant in the United States Air Force. I drive the Rover Sport that Daddy got me for my Sweet Sixteen a few months ago. I get along with my family members. My big brother doesn’t hate me. And I get to work out to my heart’s desire.
Well, what can I say? I can’t complain. My life is good."
Mom tells me that Dad didn’t really step up at first. It took him a few months to process the information, and it was only after Uncle Alexandros had a no-bullshit talk with him that Dad realized he needed to be there. And so he was. And he’s never stopped being there for me. I was born on May 26, 2016, and my father was the first person to hold me. My parents really tried to make things work. They moved in together when mom as seven months pregnant, and for the first three years of my life tried to raise me together, as a unified family. Unfortunately, my dad’s drinking started to be a problem again. He’d attempted a rehab stint back when he was seventeen, but it had been unsuccessful. By the time I was two, they were getting into daily arguments that ended with my father sleeping on the couch with a bottle beside him while my mother lied in the bed, crying silently and only wishing he would sober up for my sake.
After much persuasion, my father tried rehab a second time. During his time there, him and mom had a serious talk and decided that their relationship was too toxic, that it would be best for all of us if they went their separate ways. I was three when they separated,
A year and a half after mom and dad separated, my mother gave herself a chance with my second father. His name is Jason Singh, and he had been my mom’s best friend in high school. They’d lost contact after graduation when he went away for college and she had me, but had recently reconnected while he visited town. Now that they were older and wiser, Jay confessed to my mother that he’d always loved her, and that he would love an opportunity to make the both of us happy. After much consideration, she accepted. Thirteen years and two more kids later, they are still together and going strong.
During Daddy’s third rehab attempt, I found out I had an older brother. His mother had recently passed away from lung cancer, and it was nearly on her deathbed that the woman confessed to my father that she’d birthed his son nine years prior. Dante didn’t really like me at first. He was jealous of the relationship I had with our father, and was upset that he’d been an active part of my life and not his. Of course, once he grew up and realized that Daddy couldn’t really be present in the life of a son he didn’t even know existed, his attitude towards me changed. We’re not close by any means, but we keep a civil relationship that borders on friendly sometimes. That’s good enough for me.
Right now, I live with my mom, my stepfather, my younger brother and sister, and stay with dad on the weekends. We live in a big and comfortable house, paid for by my step dad's work (yeah, my mom married Doctor Jameson Singh, Ph.D in Child Psychology) and my mother’s position as Master Sergeant in the United States Air Force. I drive the Rover Sport that Daddy got me for my Sweet Sixteen a few months ago. I get along with my family members. My big brother doesn’t hate me. And I get to work out to my heart’s desire.
Well, what can I say? I can’t complain. My life is good."
FC: Lauren Jauregui | Color: firebrick
“Some people steal to feel alive, and some steal to stay alive. Simple as that.”
 _______________________________________________ Carter Gregory Newton _______________________________________________ 18 ┃ December 1st, 2000 ___________________________________ Bisexual ┃ Male ___________________________________ Princeton Perez ┃ #CCC6EA |  Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ There are multiple layers to Carter's persona; only those who are closest to him know most of his traits, but these are the few that can easily be seen when spending just a few hours with him. One of the many things that Carter inherited from his mother is his playfulness. Ever since he was a young boy, Carter has loved joking around with his friends and family; he's always enjoyed making the people around him happy. Although he doesn't joke around as much as he did before shit started getting real, he does still have his moments. Another trait of Carter's, one that he probably got from his father, is how relaxed he tends to be, even when dealing with stressful situations. Carter is the type of guy who likes to just go with the flow and take things in stride. There are a few downsides to Carter's persona, the main one being how secretive he tends to be about his personal life. There are only a handful of other teenagers who know how life is for Carter; even then, the only reason they know is because they either live just a couple of blocks away from his apartment complex or hustle with him. Carter doesn't like inviting people over to his home, especially not any of his friends from school. As far as he is concerned, they don't need to know a bunch of that shit about him anyway. Why should they even care? Another negative trait Carter possesses is his tendency to be impulsive. Ever since he was a child, Carter has acted before thinking about the consequences of said actions. This, of course, has gotten him into a lot of trouble, whether it be with the principal or the police. This also goes hand in hand with his shoplifting; while he says he steals to feed his family, he also takes things that he decides he wants for himself in the spur of the moment. Appearance ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Height:6'0" Weight: 192lbs Physical Description: Carter is a tall and lean boy of Nigerian and Dominican heritage, standing at six feet tall, and weighing in at a little over one hundred ninety pounds. His skin is the color of cinnamon and free of any blemishes, an exception being the vertical scar on his eyebrow from a childhood incident. His soft-curled hair is dense but yielding, and thick enough to lose your fingers in. He prefers to keep his hair neat and visits one of his friends every couple of weeks get his hair trimmed or braided. When smiling, you can see that he has two rows of perfectly white teeth, a slight overbite present. Carter is, by definition, a "pretty boy" and takes a good amount of time out of his day to make sure that he is well-groomed and put together. Out of everyone in his family, he probably cares the most about personal hygiene. Fashion Style: Carter once told his best friend that he is "a broke nigga with expensive taste," something that can definitely be seen when you take a peek into the boy's closet or underneath his bed. Although Carter does spend a good portion of the money he makes from selling on his family and their needs, he does keep a bit for himself. See, Carter is a sneaker-head to the very core; he has nearly every pair of Jordan's that has come out within the last couple of years, as well as a few from other well known brands. Also, much like his Daddy, Carter is obsessed with gold jewelry; he has multiple rings, chains, and grills that he wears on the daily. As far as his apparel goes, however, the boy likes to keep things fairly simple. He'll typically rock a plain, solid-colored shirt with a pair of jeans or joggers. Whenever it gets cold outside, he'll throw on a jean or leather jacket and some combat boots. Likes/Dislikes/Habits/Fears/Secrets ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Likes + Dislikes ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ + Sneakers + Getting high + Jazz and Hip-Hop music + Making his family happy + Basketball - Heavy Metal and Country music - Alcohol - Cold Weather - Overly sugary snacks - People who can't take a joke Habits ▔▔▔▔▔▔ - He often finds himself acting before thinking. - He shoots hoops to clear his head - Stealing Fears ▔▔▔▔▔▔ - Losing his mother or siblings - Heights - Disappointing his mom Secrets ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ - Carter isn't exactly 100% open about his sexuality. As far as anyone else knows, he is straight. - He used to dream of trying out for the basketball team, but doesn't want to be associated with most of the jocks. Besides, he probably doesn't even have the GPA to stay on the team, so why bother? Background ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ "Every morning, before I go to school, I stare into the bathroom mirror and think, "is this the Carter Gregory that I was truly meant to be?" Was I destined to be the Carter Gregory who has constantly bounced from apartment to apartment with his single mother and younger siblings since before he could even remember? Am I meant to be the Carter who shoplifts from the local corner stores and food marts or sells a little dope on the side just to make sure that his little brother and sister get those cool toys they wanted for Christmas, or those brand new pair of Jordan's that just hit the Footlocker shelves? The Carter who, despite trying to keep his head down, his mouth shut, and his presence discreet, gets into fist fights nearly every other day because he simply cannot control all of the frustration that has been building up from the pit of his stomach ever since that one time he saw yet another eviction notice taped to the front of his apartment door, bright and bold for all of his new friends to see? And then I think about all of the possibilities; I think about who I could've been, or who I would've had the potential to be if God, or whoever you want to believe in, hadn't dealt me such a shitty hand. I could've been an honor-roll student, the captain of the basketball team, an esteemed member of the debate club... Hell, maybe I could've been one of those kids who received a full ride scholarship to the college of their dreams. Maybe, in another life, I could've been blessed enough to have a mother who didn't have to work as hard as she does just to keep a roof over our heads, or a father who didn't end up getting killed on his walk home from work. Maybe we could've lived in a big house like those ones you see on television, and I could've been given a brand new BMW for my sixteenth birthday instead of another night in lockup for trying to steal a few packs of sugar cookies from the corner store. That's what I think about when I look in the mirror, but all of that goes away once I step out of that front door and into the real world. The world where everyone looks at me and see's me as 'the criminal,' and I have no choice but to go and prove them right." Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ▶ If he doesn't catch a ride with one of his friends, Carter rides his skateboard to school. ▶ When he's in detention, it's either because he got into another fight or was caught smoking pot. |
"You ready for this?!"
Jeon Soyeon (G-Idle) | #7834FF
Name:
Kang Seoyeon (강서연)
English name: Seoyeon Kang
English name: Seoyeon Kang
Aliases:
Kang, G, Young K
Age:
19
Birthday:
August 26, 1999
Ethnicity:
Korean American
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Hella Gay
Relationship Status:
Single as Pringle
Appearance:
When Seoyeon was growing up, she was trying to make a name for herself, doing rap covers of popular South Korean songs, and doing public dance covers with her dance crew. She was always classified as the shortest person in the even though she was almost usually always the oldest among everyone else. Her skin is quite smooth, her hair doesn't do anything crazy, going only as far as blonde or ashen gray, but it always is just of the straight nature no matter the occasion, other than her hair, her small eyes are also one of her main features, and what really sets her apart is her lips, that curve a bit more downwards with gives her a very toothy smile, her lips forming like that also means that she looks quite intimidating when she isn't smiling (Even though she's like soft af). She stands at 157 cm (5’2″), which is definitely short so people often mistake her age, and she weighs around 99 lbs, she doesn’t really want to say, because she threatened to spill tea if someone did.
Fashion wise, Seoyeon's outfits is more male Korean fashion than female since she's not really the biggest fan of skirts and all that girl clothing, sure she might wear a skirt if absolutely, absolutely necessary but in most cases she won't. She's also heavy on hoodies, jackets, and hats, boy does she love her hats. Then again, she does rock everything she wears, but her outfits are low effort most of the time since she couldn't be bothered to go out being pretty for boys since she's not really into them in the first place.
Fashion wise, Seoyeon's outfits is more male Korean fashion than female since she's not really the biggest fan of skirts and all that girl clothing, sure she might wear a skirt if absolutely, absolutely necessary but in most cases she won't. She's also heavy on hoodies, jackets, and hats, boy does she love her hats. Then again, she does rock everything she wears, but her outfits are low effort most of the time since she couldn't be bothered to go out being pretty for boys since she's not really into them in the first place.
Habits | Quirks | Oddities:
⟡ Writes song lyrics no matter her mood.
⟡ Loves joining in on whatever sport is being played.
⟡ Never swears in English, but swears in Korean exclusively even if the sentence is English.
⟡ Dances to a song if she knows the exact choreography of it.
⟡ Randomly sings songs (Korean or English) and will sometimes switch songs in the middle of singing a song.
⟡ Will do something stupid if she knows it's all in good fun.
⟡ Spends a lot of time in arcades.
⟡ Loves joining in on whatever sport is being played.
⟡ Never swears in English, but swears in Korean exclusively even if the sentence is English.
⟡ Dances to a song if she knows the exact choreography of it.
⟡ Randomly sings songs (Korean or English) and will sometimes switch songs in the middle of singing a song.
⟡ Will do something stupid if she knows it's all in good fun.
⟡ Spends a lot of time in arcades.
Likes:
⟡ Tangerines
⟡ Yellow
⟡ Mint Chocolate
⟡ Fast Rap Verses
⟡ Her mum
⟡ Scotch (Or like any alcoholic drink)
⟡ Like a lot of sports
⟡ Coffee
⟡ Yellow
⟡ Mint Chocolate
⟡ Fast Rap Verses
⟡ Her mum
⟡ Scotch (Or like any alcoholic drink)
⟡ Like a lot of sports
⟡ Coffee
Dislikes:
⟡ Vegetables
⟡ Discrimination (Specifically against Koreans)
⟡ Tight spaces
⟡ People who call her out for being lesbian.
⟡ Cigarettes
⟡ Chick Flicks
⟡ Green Tea
⟡ Discrimination (Specifically against Koreans)
⟡ Tight spaces
⟡ People who call her out for being lesbian.
⟡ Cigarettes
⟡ Chick Flicks
⟡ Green Tea
Fears:
⟡ Being Deported (It's like legit a fear for her, and just the word itself scares her)
⟡ Snakes
⟡ Losing friends or family
⟡ Abandonment
⟡ Snakes
⟡ Losing friends or family
⟡ Abandonment
Personality:
Genuine ⟡ Charismatic ⟡ Confident ⟡ Sarcastic ⟡ Prideful ⟡ Competitive
For as long as anyone can remember, Kang Seoyeon has always proven herself to be that witty and sarcastic chick who carries herself with pride and confidence while being as charismatic as ever. Seoyeon's mood relies mostly on the atmosphere of where she is; she'll simply try to match the feeling of the room and only explode into being Kang Seoyeon when absolutely needed. If you were to ask one of her close friends to describe the lesbian, the words that would eek out of their mouths would be, "Asshole" or "Can't hate her" or even "Yeah I don't know, she's cool." From where she's from, Seoyeon is known for her ability to come up with her intense and obscene returns, almost like a rap verse when she argues with people; it could because she really wanted to be a rapper but that's besides the point.. Another positive trait that she possesses is her personality or charisma; this, paired with her natural ability to make others laugh, that may have been a reason why her sexuality sparked and blossomed to what it is today.
Unfortunately, while Seoyeon does have many great, positive attributes, she also has a few that she needs to work on improving or ignoring to the fact that it won't go away, the main one is her being extremely competitive. This can be seen as she often pops off when winning and she always tries so hard just to win even if it's just a friendly competition, it got her banned in a different arcade upstate, she's working on that. Seoyeon always stands by what she says, and doesn't always stop to think about the opposing side, if she feels she's right even though she's blatantly wrong, she'll stand by it and might even do it to spite whoever she's arguing with. When this is paired with her sarcastic nature, it is easy for Seoyeon to hurt the feelings of those she cares about. She works on these everyday, and it gets better day by day, she guarantees it.
Unfortunately, while Seoyeon does have many great, positive attributes, she also has a few that she needs to work on improving or ignoring to the fact that it won't go away, the main one is her being extremely competitive. This can be seen as she often pops off when winning and she always tries so hard just to win even if it's just a friendly competition, it got her banned in a different arcade upstate, she's working on that. Seoyeon always stands by what she says, and doesn't always stop to think about the opposing side, if she feels she's right even though she's blatantly wrong, she'll stand by it and might even do it to spite whoever she's arguing with. When this is paired with her sarcastic nature, it is easy for Seoyeon to hurt the feelings of those she cares about. She works on these everyday, and it gets better day by day, she guarantees it.
History:
Seoyeon was raised in the center of Seoul, South Korea. Her parents were doing well enough to provide a lot of her and her sister Miyeon. People always say that she'll end up being successful in Korea, but boy were they wrong. If anything, she'd end up being successful elsewhere. Seoyeon loved playing with other boys her age in the neighborhood, because she saw that whatever they were doing, it looked fun and challenging, and her competitive nature continue to grow from there.
Seoyeon growing up was a whole different Seoyeon, she didn't grow out of her competitiveness but used it as fuel for whatever she wanted to do in life. Her parents were hoping the problem would work itself out. Naturally, it didn't. In middle school, her parents ended up moving to New York, and her competitiveness died down for a little when she realised she wasn't going to see her old friends again for a long long time, which triggered her first experience of abandonment and it became an issue right then and there for her. Her grades began to fluctuate in the first half of the school year there in New York, since she'd always start thinking about what her life would have been if she hadn't moved to New York. After a while and the process of making new friends, Seoyeon felt better and became her old self. It seemed to just get better for her after that point, since they were kind of just scrapping upper class at this point because of her father's work.
In high school, she started competing in dance and sports for her school because her competitive nature just continued to grow and grow as time went by. Her friends would encourage her but point out her flaws, but she'd say that she was just doing what she thinks is right and that never goes well for them. After awhile, Seoyeon continued to self-improve to tone down all of her negative traits that were a part of her. Of course, it wasn't easy, but she continued to get better everyday. Her grades started doing well, and she became more popular and friendly, to those who were congratulating her whenever she competed, even if it was the competing schools. But in Junior year, she decided to quit competing for the school, but instead wanted to compete for herself, and where was that? The local arcade.
The local arcade uptown was where Seoyeon learned and grew an addiction to playing games and competing small time in tournaments like the Initial D games or any of the fighting games (Specifically the Tekken franchise). That arcade hosted tournaments every now and then for a small cash prize, and since she loved to compete, she joined. She won that first tournament, but then 2 months went by, another tournament rolled in and she lost to someone in the Losers Finals part of the Tekken tournament. She ended up swearing and kicking the machines in anger, and she got banned in that arcade for that. There was this other arcade in midtown, and she started going there instead, but promised herself never to do anything stupid like that ever again.
And that didn't just carry in arcades, that carried to the school too, she didn't want to do anything stupid. She made sure she wouldn't.
Seoyeon growing up was a whole different Seoyeon, she didn't grow out of her competitiveness but used it as fuel for whatever she wanted to do in life. Her parents were hoping the problem would work itself out. Naturally, it didn't. In middle school, her parents ended up moving to New York, and her competitiveness died down for a little when she realised she wasn't going to see her old friends again for a long long time, which triggered her first experience of abandonment and it became an issue right then and there for her. Her grades began to fluctuate in the first half of the school year there in New York, since she'd always start thinking about what her life would have been if she hadn't moved to New York. After a while and the process of making new friends, Seoyeon felt better and became her old self. It seemed to just get better for her after that point, since they were kind of just scrapping upper class at this point because of her father's work.
In high school, she started competing in dance and sports for her school because her competitive nature just continued to grow and grow as time went by. Her friends would encourage her but point out her flaws, but she'd say that she was just doing what she thinks is right and that never goes well for them. After awhile, Seoyeon continued to self-improve to tone down all of her negative traits that were a part of her. Of course, it wasn't easy, but she continued to get better everyday. Her grades started doing well, and she became more popular and friendly, to those who were congratulating her whenever she competed, even if it was the competing schools. But in Junior year, she decided to quit competing for the school, but instead wanted to compete for herself, and where was that? The local arcade.
The local arcade uptown was where Seoyeon learned and grew an addiction to playing games and competing small time in tournaments like the Initial D games or any of the fighting games (Specifically the Tekken franchise). That arcade hosted tournaments every now and then for a small cash prize, and since she loved to compete, she joined. She won that first tournament, but then 2 months went by, another tournament rolled in and she lost to someone in the Losers Finals part of the Tekken tournament. She ended up swearing and kicking the machines in anger, and she got banned in that arcade for that. There was this other arcade in midtown, and she started going there instead, but promised herself never to do anything stupid like that ever again.
And that didn't just carry in arcades, that carried to the school too, she didn't want to do anything stupid. She made sure she wouldn't.
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⟡ Once stared down a cashier to give her a discount. (It worked)
Seoyeon also loves and adores Im Yoona from SNSD. (Idk where to put this information so I put it here)
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ηαмє:
Lyria Beatrix Evans-Castro aka. Trix Castro
ηι¢кηαмє:
ElBeeSea, Trix, Castro the Badass, Ly (Lie, Only her Cousin calls her this)
вιятн ∂αтє:
March 23rd
αgє:
19
gєη∂єя:
Female
ѕєχυαℓιту:
Bisexual
ƒα¢є ¢ℓαιм:
Vanessa Morgan
нєχ:
#ad0845
Lyria Beatrix Evans-Castro aka. Trix Castro
ηι¢кηαмє:
ElBeeSea, Trix, Castro the Badass, Ly (Lie, Only her Cousin calls her this)
вιятн ∂αтє:
March 23rd
αgє:
19
gєη∂єя:
Female
ѕєχυαℓιту:
Bisexual
ƒα¢є ¢ℓαιм:
Vanessa Morgan
нєχ:
#ad0845
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Brown Hair, Pink and Maroon highlights, Caramel Skin, Doe Eyes, A impish smile. Yes, these contrasting features belong to Trix, one of the most peculiar looking girls in the school. Some say she is a gorgeous and cute girl and others don't even dare to look at her.
Do you think she is a adorkable Cutie? unconventional beauty? Or a menacing and imitating girl? Well, choice is up to you, not me.
Trix is 5'3, Weighing at exactly 120 pounds. She feels like she is pretty small, and absolutely hates being called shorty.
Trix's sense of style is eclectic and mixed, but loves casual styles and comfortable clothes. She doesn't wear tight and show skin often and wears often her "own thing." It really just makes up Trix, defining the her instead of them. Sometimes she be dressed like a bit like her cousin, Making people think she is kindof a tomboy. But usually she can never be found without her leather jacket that she got from her cousin, To her it's like a security blanket. She feels more calmer when she is wearing it.
ρєяѕσηαℓιту:
Upon meeting her, Lyria is what you would call a “cutie.” she fits the title well; she’s short for a nineteen year old girl (in her opinion anyways), her voice is soft and clear, and her smile could make flowers grow. she doesn’t speak unless spoken to, which usually gives people who don’t know her well the impression that she’s quiet and shy. well, yeah, she’s quiet, but she’s also comfortable in social situations and usually doesn’t struggle talking to others. She makes friends easily because it’s hard to dislike her and even harder to be mad at her. I mean, just look at her. I know, right?
Beneath the gummy smile and the gentle and soft-spoken exterior is a girl with a surprising amount of snark. She makes the sarcastic remarks and somewhat morbid comments, When she thinks only her real friends can hear her make them. She also curses a lot. Once she starts pulling out the swear words around you, You know you’re fairly close to her, or at least close enough to where she thinks you won’t badmouth her to your mutual friends. That’s another thing: Trix is distrustful to a fault. She always instinctively thinks the worst of everyone because in her eyes everyone’s got an ulterior motive. everyone’s a jealous, greedy, gossiping liar until proven otherwise.
Even though she has super-low standards for humanity, Trix still treats everyone equally and with kindness so long as they don’t piss her off. Though her oftentimes bleak observations and pessimistic worldview suggest otherwise, She has a very optimistic belief that things will get better as long as you put in the effort to make it better – whatever it takes. She’s a hardworking girl who never leaves her friends hanging if she can help it. People who make her mad quickly see that she is not just "all bark and no bite", She willing to get down and dirty to make her point come across or to keep her friends safe. She promised herself along time ago she will never let herself be a victim again. Even her words can make someone feel as small as an ant with stinging insults. When she’s pushed too far, however, she closes herself off from everyone and gets more stressed if people bother her, No matter how good their intentions may be. It takes time for her to recover enough to interact with others again.
вισgяαρну:
Lyria Beatrix Evans-Castro, was born in the morning on April 1, 1999 to Liam Evans and Esperanza Castro. Esperanza or Hope as she liked to be called, was a pianist of the american symphony orchestra. She met Liam on a trip to Los Angeles to visit her family. The two married after only 6 months, and Hope was pregnant just weeks afterwards. Things had started out well enough at first, Hope came from a wealthy family, and with their help she and her husband and their young daughter were able to live a comfortable, upper class life. But Hope yearned to return to the stage, to her life before all of its changes. She sat at the glossy black piano in the parlor and played concertos, sonatas, and waltzes for hours everyday. To appease herself, She began teaching her Daughter. Lyria learned how to play the piano and walk at the same time. Her mother stayed at home and raised her while her father worked. If Lyria had been older, maybe she would have noticed the signs. The dinners tossed into the trash, The untouched pill bottles, The way she sometimes sat on the piano bench and stared out the window for long periods of time and snapped at her in a way she never snapped at her if she bothered her. She left a note and a promise to keep in touch, but she still left. Lyria was nine.
The loss hit Lyria’s father hard to say the least. Here was a man who had given up his dreams of becoming a writer to support his wife and their daughter (who, if he was honest, had been a complete accident). Here was a man whose wife left him with nothing more than a note, a dead end office job, and the responsibility of a young child. Lyria’s father turned to alcohol, He quit the office job and began writing again, eventually taking up odd jobs to scrape together a living when the Castros' refused to completely support them. For a while Liam and Lyria lived this way, but their relationship remained distant due to the drinking and perpetual silence.
It wasn’t until Lyria was twelve and her father began trying to get his “fucking memoirs” (as Lyria likes to call them) published that problems started occurring. Lyria’s father would take out his frustration on his daughter. First, It was just yelling and cursing, But this soon escalated into full out drunken, severe physical abuse. She would be dragged around by her hair, thrown down the stairs, and choked until she was begging for air. Lyria at time pondered suicide, At times, she would take comfort in playing the piano in the parlor. It was an activity she associated with just the good memories of her mother, and she was very good at it to boot.
One day, when Lyria was fourteen and hadn’t been careful enough to check that her father was at work, The man walked in on her playing claire de lune. That night, Lyria heard the piano being dragged outside, the splintering of wood, and the screeching of strings. a week later. She tried suicide, it turned out that medicine gets less potent over time, so instead of shutting down her heart, the pills in the cabinet just made her vomit a lot. She figured she should end it before her father found out what she’d tried to do, so a couple days later she attempted to hang herself from the ceiling fan in her bedroom. She didn’t half-ass it either: The knots in the rope around her neck were secure, and she’d tested her weight on the ceiling fan beforehand. It almost worked but a neighbor saw her jump from the chair through the window and alerted her father, who got her down right before he punched her in the face. Regardless, the incident must have scared her father. Because Lyria was left alone for a while, She collected herself and reduced her depression from a storm to just a cloud. Eventually she began to think about her future.
Though Lyria made it clear that she wanted to pursue music at least as an extracurricular if not as a career, Her father vehemently refused. When Lyria actually stood up and argued back at her father about the subject, The man threatened to kick her out if she didn’t pursue something more worthwhile, like medicine or economics. Shortly after this declaration, Her father actually got those fucking memoirs published. He gave some of the money to Lyria, before grabbing the bags he packed for her and her out of his house. And that’s basically the sad story of Lyria’s life. Oh, sure, there are brighter moments– She’s always been able to lean on at least a few people for support, Like her mother's family would always try to help and the friends who don’t know anything about it still help her in some way, of course.
The time she spent outside of the house was okay, even pleasant sometimes. The abuse continued to the day she was kicked out; the only difference was that her father could inflict it while sober. Still, Lyria’s glad that her father kicked her out. The day her father kicked her out she called her mother's family. They helped her to move to Illinois to live with her cousin Marcos, Who was offered a position at the hospital that he completed his externship at. At first, She was bit weary to be living with her cousin. But thanks to her cousin's help, She found herself enjoying her new life and friendships. Gone was the sad, scared Lyria. In her place stood Trix, A girl who was stronger and not willing to let anyone hurt again. To alot of her new schoolmates, She is the new girl. A problem that needs to be solved and placed in a neat little box like the rest of them. To bad she isn't planning to follow the status quo.
Brown Hair, Pink and Maroon highlights, Caramel Skin, Doe Eyes, A impish smile. Yes, these contrasting features belong to Trix, one of the most peculiar looking girls in the school. Some say she is a gorgeous and cute girl and others don't even dare to look at her.
Do you think she is a adorkable Cutie? unconventional beauty? Or a menacing and imitating girl? Well, choice is up to you, not me.
Trix is 5'3, Weighing at exactly 120 pounds. She feels like she is pretty small, and absolutely hates being called shorty.
Trix's sense of style is eclectic and mixed, but loves casual styles and comfortable clothes. She doesn't wear tight and show skin often and wears often her "own thing." It really just makes up Trix, defining the her instead of them. Sometimes she be dressed like a bit like her cousin, Making people think she is kindof a tomboy. But usually she can never be found without her leather jacket that she got from her cousin, To her it's like a security blanket. She feels more calmer when she is wearing it.
ρєяѕσηαℓιту:
Upon meeting her, Lyria is what you would call a “cutie.” she fits the title well; she’s short for a nineteen year old girl (in her opinion anyways), her voice is soft and clear, and her smile could make flowers grow. she doesn’t speak unless spoken to, which usually gives people who don’t know her well the impression that she’s quiet and shy. well, yeah, she’s quiet, but she’s also comfortable in social situations and usually doesn’t struggle talking to others. She makes friends easily because it’s hard to dislike her and even harder to be mad at her. I mean, just look at her. I know, right?
Beneath the gummy smile and the gentle and soft-spoken exterior is a girl with a surprising amount of snark. She makes the sarcastic remarks and somewhat morbid comments, When she thinks only her real friends can hear her make them. She also curses a lot. Once she starts pulling out the swear words around you, You know you’re fairly close to her, or at least close enough to where she thinks you won’t badmouth her to your mutual friends. That’s another thing: Trix is distrustful to a fault. She always instinctively thinks the worst of everyone because in her eyes everyone’s got an ulterior motive. everyone’s a jealous, greedy, gossiping liar until proven otherwise.
Even though she has super-low standards for humanity, Trix still treats everyone equally and with kindness so long as they don’t piss her off. Though her oftentimes bleak observations and pessimistic worldview suggest otherwise, She has a very optimistic belief that things will get better as long as you put in the effort to make it better – whatever it takes. She’s a hardworking girl who never leaves her friends hanging if she can help it. People who make her mad quickly see that she is not just "all bark and no bite", She willing to get down and dirty to make her point come across or to keep her friends safe. She promised herself along time ago she will never let herself be a victim again. Even her words can make someone feel as small as an ant with stinging insults. When she’s pushed too far, however, she closes herself off from everyone and gets more stressed if people bother her, No matter how good their intentions may be. It takes time for her to recover enough to interact with others again.
вισgяαρну:
Lyria Beatrix Evans-Castro, was born in the morning on April 1, 1999 to Liam Evans and Esperanza Castro. Esperanza or Hope as she liked to be called, was a pianist of the american symphony orchestra. She met Liam on a trip to Los Angeles to visit her family. The two married after only 6 months, and Hope was pregnant just weeks afterwards. Things had started out well enough at first, Hope came from a wealthy family, and with their help she and her husband and their young daughter were able to live a comfortable, upper class life. But Hope yearned to return to the stage, to her life before all of its changes. She sat at the glossy black piano in the parlor and played concertos, sonatas, and waltzes for hours everyday. To appease herself, She began teaching her Daughter. Lyria learned how to play the piano and walk at the same time. Her mother stayed at home and raised her while her father worked. If Lyria had been older, maybe she would have noticed the signs. The dinners tossed into the trash, The untouched pill bottles, The way she sometimes sat on the piano bench and stared out the window for long periods of time and snapped at her in a way she never snapped at her if she bothered her. She left a note and a promise to keep in touch, but she still left. Lyria was nine.
The loss hit Lyria’s father hard to say the least. Here was a man who had given up his dreams of becoming a writer to support his wife and their daughter (who, if he was honest, had been a complete accident). Here was a man whose wife left him with nothing more than a note, a dead end office job, and the responsibility of a young child. Lyria’s father turned to alcohol, He quit the office job and began writing again, eventually taking up odd jobs to scrape together a living when the Castros' refused to completely support them. For a while Liam and Lyria lived this way, but their relationship remained distant due to the drinking and perpetual silence.
It wasn’t until Lyria was twelve and her father began trying to get his “fucking memoirs” (as Lyria likes to call them) published that problems started occurring. Lyria’s father would take out his frustration on his daughter. First, It was just yelling and cursing, But this soon escalated into full out drunken, severe physical abuse. She would be dragged around by her hair, thrown down the stairs, and choked until she was begging for air. Lyria at time pondered suicide, At times, she would take comfort in playing the piano in the parlor. It was an activity she associated with just the good memories of her mother, and she was very good at it to boot.
One day, when Lyria was fourteen and hadn’t been careful enough to check that her father was at work, The man walked in on her playing claire de lune. That night, Lyria heard the piano being dragged outside, the splintering of wood, and the screeching of strings. a week later. She tried suicide, it turned out that medicine gets less potent over time, so instead of shutting down her heart, the pills in the cabinet just made her vomit a lot. She figured she should end it before her father found out what she’d tried to do, so a couple days later she attempted to hang herself from the ceiling fan in her bedroom. She didn’t half-ass it either: The knots in the rope around her neck were secure, and she’d tested her weight on the ceiling fan beforehand. It almost worked but a neighbor saw her jump from the chair through the window and alerted her father, who got her down right before he punched her in the face. Regardless, the incident must have scared her father. Because Lyria was left alone for a while, She collected herself and reduced her depression from a storm to just a cloud. Eventually she began to think about her future.
Though Lyria made it clear that she wanted to pursue music at least as an extracurricular if not as a career, Her father vehemently refused. When Lyria actually stood up and argued back at her father about the subject, The man threatened to kick her out if she didn’t pursue something more worthwhile, like medicine or economics. Shortly after this declaration, Her father actually got those fucking memoirs published. He gave some of the money to Lyria, before grabbing the bags he packed for her and her out of his house. And that’s basically the sad story of Lyria’s life. Oh, sure, there are brighter moments– She’s always been able to lean on at least a few people for support, Like her mother's family would always try to help and the friends who don’t know anything about it still help her in some way, of course.
The time she spent outside of the house was okay, even pleasant sometimes. The abuse continued to the day she was kicked out; the only difference was that her father could inflict it while sober. Still, Lyria’s glad that her father kicked her out. The day her father kicked her out she called her mother's family. They helped her to move to Illinois to live with her cousin Marcos, Who was offered a position at the hospital that he completed his externship at. At first, She was bit weary to be living with her cousin. But thanks to her cousin's help, She found herself enjoying her new life and friendships. Gone was the sad, scared Lyria. In her place stood Trix, A girl who was stronger and not willing to let anyone hurt again. To alot of her new schoolmates, She is the new girl. A problem that needs to be solved and placed in a neat little box like the rest of them. To bad she isn't planning to follow the status quo.
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нαвιтѕ:
Reading books from the library and leaving notes in the books for others
Traveling around town to try different places to eat
She is a night owl, so she love to party
Dancing
ℓιкєѕ:
Loud music
Chaotic spaces
Baking
Her friends
Being creative
Dancing
All things spicy
Horror Tv Shows
∂ιѕℓιкєѕ:
People who don't text or call the next day
Early mornings when she hasn't slept at all
People who bully others
Wasting food
Drinks with long names
Horror movies, Which is odd because she likes horror tv shows
Stick-in-the-muds
ƒєαяѕ:
Her Father, is still someone she fears. even though she tries not to think about him.
She has a fear of thunderstorms, usually tries to use music to drown out the sounds of thunder.
She doesn't like to be crowded or in tight dark spaces.
ѕє¢яєтѕ:
Her abusive past, She doesn't want to people pitying her.
Reading books from the library and leaving notes in the books for others
Traveling around town to try different places to eat
She is a night owl, so she love to party
Dancing
ℓιкєѕ:
Loud music
Chaotic spaces
Baking
Her friends
Being creative
Dancing
All things spicy
Horror Tv Shows
∂ιѕℓιкєѕ:
People who don't text or call the next day
Early mornings when she hasn't slept at all
People who bully others
Wasting food
Drinks with long names
Horror movies, Which is odd because she likes horror tv shows
Stick-in-the-muds
ƒєαяѕ:
Her Father, is still someone she fears. even though she tries not to think about him.
She has a fear of thunderstorms, usually tries to use music to drown out the sounds of thunder.
She doesn't like to be crowded or in tight dark spaces.
ѕє¢яєтѕ:
Her abusive past, She doesn't want to people pitying her.
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