that's so meta || character storage thread

[Altered Tundra]

Watch and be amazed

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(FC: Thomas Doherty; Dialogue: #4682B4/Steel Blue)

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"If you can match my tempo, then our performance shall be a symphony."

Nicholas Salvador Grey
_{↳ Nick, though he honestly prefers to be called Nicholas.}

18|| June 5th

Cismale, He/Him Pronouns.

Pansexual

Swan

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There’s something to be said about the way Nicholas presents himself. Like his clothes, which are ironed and never wrinkled, so is his demanor. When he speaks, he does so with eloquence and tact; when he approaches someone -- especially a person who may have caught his interest -- he is focused but also playful in how he speaks/acts towards them. It’s not really that he sees it as a game to play or that the other person is a target for his amusement. If anything, he likes to challenge himself. But, of course, the thrill of the chase, regardless what it results in, is always a plus.

First impressions are with him can go either way. Due to his usually pretentious and arrogant attitude, Nicholas can be polarizing. Because he has a flair for theatrics and enjoys a good game of intellectual showdown, he does have the potential to be friendly. Hell, depending on how willing he is to give someone the benefit of the doubt, he might not dart away the moment he becomes really bored. And when he does, this only happens when a conversation is so utterly dull and he picks up on the lack of depth within a person. When this does happen, Nicholas won’t care how rude it is. He will leave mid-conversation and find something or someone else to cure his boredom and he doesn’t care how it makes him appear.

The bottom line with Nicholas is he’s a young man with superior tastes and a love for self-made entertainment. You won’t catch him in any confrontations and he likes his personal space. He marches to the beat of his own drum and sometimes others can keep up. If they can’t, then that’s on them. He won’t waste time picking up the slack of those who aren’t worth his time. But to those who meet his high expectations, Nicholas shows an extended interest in them and that’s where the real fun begins.

✸ For reasons he can’t explain, Nicholas is the type of person to instinctually smirk and laugh in any given situation.

_{Usually accompanied by shaking his head. He does it sometimes without realizing it and with no reason behind it. It’s his defense mechanism for when he hears something absurd and no words would suffice as a response. It is also done when he flirts, is irate, down, bewildered-- basically any emotion he might be experiencing at any time and a physical response is required, he does this.}

✸ Be it in the dance studio or the theater auditorium, he likes the tranquil solitude they provide rather than the crowded places around campus such as the football field and common areas.

_{Side Note: He also frequents the courtyard, especially at night. He likes when the moonlight hits it and adds an extra layer of beauty to the lights that dangle above.}

✸ He is a diehard romantic underneath the part of him that can’t help play the self-game of finding the ideal mate. As such, he indulges in romantic behavior even if it does come across as borderline playerish.
✸ Nicholas finds that painting on any surface- be it a building or a white, blank canvas - to be the best release of stress.
✸ Has a fondness for floral shapes, patterns, and colors and wears nothing but shirts representing this love.
✸ Nicholas constantly and consistently teases Billie about being 9 minutes older than her (much to her vexation)
✸ Binging Grey’s Anatomy has become a tradition for the twins. Whether it is because he actually likes it or he enjoys watching something with his and Billie’s surname in it remains to be revealed.

”That face appeared in my dreams again. The round face of someone so simple but there’s a beauty to it. It’s sharp like a mandolin but has a kindness in her eyes that won’t let you cut yourself. Her face, that which is porcelain and enhanced by two eyes reminiscent of milk chocolate kisses. It’s her face that I see in my dreams. Who is she and why do I feel like she is the one person in the world who gets me and why is it I feel as though I need to...compare others to her and base them off of her and meet the expectations she has set for me?"

✔ Blondes. "What can I say? I'm a simple man with exquisite tastes and there is nothing more pure or enjoyable than gazing upon the golden mane as they lay on top of you - or under me depending on the circumstances."
✔ Yoga. "It relaxes me. In a world full of pain and strife, the focus required to get it just right is something of an art. And I consider myself a bit of an art connoisseur."
✔ Performing. "I can't explain it but I feel the arts in my blood."
✔ Vanilla Coke. "Everybody has to have a vice. Mine just happens to be liquid candy."
✘ PDA. God help those who try and force this on him.”No offense to anyone but this isn’t my style. I like my privacy and I refuse to subject myself to any form of public affection.”
✘ Anything that isn't name brand. “We’re not going to be gucci if it isn’t Gucci.”
✘ Overly-crowded places (he’s fine with small to medium crowds). “It’s called personal space. Maybe you’ve heard of it.”
✘ Pepsi. “It’s the natural enemy of Coke. Need I say more?”

”Anyone who says men don’t fear is either too blind by their own pride or ignorant of their limits. No man, no matter how great or powerful, goes through life without fear. And that’s what I am wary about. I am ...uncertain that I do not know my own limits. I am aware of what I like and don’t like but I feel these games I play -- and especially the games that toy with the hearts of those who I find intriguing -- will be my undoing. So, you want to know what I’m afraid of? Karma. I am afraid that my actions may have unintended consequences and that terrifies me beyond anyone can estimate.”

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When you examine and dissect exactly how Nicholas and Billie Jean got to where they are, from the life they had lived, and not having any memory of it, even if they don't remember and can't possibly ask themselves that question, you can. Just what happened that set it in stone? What was it that made the powers that be to seek out these two and want to grab them off the street before anyone saw them? Surely their disappearance was noticed? Maybe...

But first, let's ask what life they lived. Their life that they were taken from was fairly normal (all things considered). They had two parents — Kavi Antonio Salvador, an actor known for Broadway and his leading role on the Daytime Soap Opera, With or Without Love; and his wife, Ariel Grey-Salvador, a music producer who works for Fallen Angel Records, a subsidiary of The HartCorp Entertainment Group. Both loved each other and their family, though both had insanely busy job. Thankfully, however, they (Billie and Nicholas) had an older sister who passed them by at least three years. She often had to assume the role of both parents: the father to be strict when the twins caused trouble (and trust us, they were a pair who were often up to no good) and the mother when they needed a guiding hand with a softer touch. It was difficult for Fiona, but the impression left on Nicholas was a large one. He really looked up to her and idolized his older sister to the point where she was the example of what an ideal mate should be: strong, gentle, and absolutely captivating.

Nicholas grew up in the shadow of both his parents and his sister had experienced the same feeling, too. But in his case, he was less likely to display it in such a verbal way. As much as he loves his twin -- and that's saying a lot because she has proven time and time again how annoying she can be -- Nicholas always approached situations and problems with a bit of tact. He was never one to get into fights or verbally assault someone like Billie often did. In a lot of ways, Nicholas was most like his Aunt Nikki. She was kind and full of elegance. But no matter how passive he was during a confrontation, Nicholas had always proven himself to have her back. If Billie ever needed him for something, he was there in a heartbeat. He would drop everything to be there for her. Whether it was for moral support when she was going to beat down some unlucky person who was talking mad shit about her or for a night of adventure, he was there.

As much as he knew she appreciated this about him, it was also what led to the circumstances they currently find themselves in.

One summer night, not long after their Junior year, which also coincided with the twins' birthday, they celebrated their birthday by doing what they always did: spent the night around town and making their favorite spots pop with a fresh dose of color. Where Billie chose landscapes as her focus on this night, Nicholas did what he did best: he painted a happy tree. His plants were legendary. He liked to do pine trees, since they were his favorite scent. Even when he closed his eyes, he could still imagine the fresh smell of a pine tree on Christmas morning. It was his favorite memory.

At 3:01 am exactly, while they were finishing up their rounds, instead of the sight of their masterpiece, the twins only saw darkness. They disappeared into the night as the revving sounds from an engine of a black van drove down a lonely Manhattan street, leaving the neighborhood a lot less bright as the Salvador-Twins never were to be seen again.

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1001 Fonts || Black Bass Font
Animal Style from In-N-Out (Fries and burger both)

[Altered Tundra]

Nothing but Good Vibes

______________________________________ Phebs, Phe, Chang ___________________________________________________ 22, 4/11 || ♀ || Han Chinese ___________________________________________________ Vibromage || Very Bisexual || Single ___________________________________________________ Shattered Moon || Over her heart ___________________________________________________ Bejiing, China | Nowhere in particular; travels a lot ___________________________________________________ Chloe Bennet || #9370db ___________________________________________________

𝘼𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝘿𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙨 Hair & Eyes — Light brown hair dyed black and milk chocolate-colored eyes. Height & Weight — 5'6 & 125lbs Body Type — Athletic and toned || Phoebe's body is what most might call on the verge of being ripped -- at least as ripped as one who is also agile could be. She has defined muscles, very little fat but also curves where it counts. Her chest is almost flat and she has a somewhat slim waist. Fashion Style — Feminine edge. || Growing up, she was used to dresses and traditionally Chinese attire, but on the run, she traded that in for a lot of black and loose clothing: Hoodies, flannel, bandanas for when she needs to cover her face, knit caps, combat boots, fingerless gloves, oversized jeans and pants, leather jackets. Makeup-wise, she is heavy on eye-liner and dark tones. || ❖ ❖ ❖ ❖ 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 Everything about Phoebe Chang can be summed up in the five F’s: fast, feisty, flirty, fierce, and fucktaculous. Phoebe has always prided herself in never taking no for an answer and letting no man, woman, or child control her. She is a free spirit who flies when she feels like it. Growing under a strict thumb while having an avid love for leather-clad women who take no shit from anyone. That was something that resonated with her and in a lot of ways, it helped defined who she is now. She will be just as likely to send you home with a good time (sexual implication pending) as she is to kick your ass if you press the wrong buttons. Likewise, she has a mouth on her and sometimes uses that superpower for evil. She can be persuasive enough to recruit some kindred spirits for a quote-unquote “helluva good time, alcohol recommended”. Phoebe has a problem with authority and will always question it. She doesn’t like to think of consequences because what fun is that? She lives for the moment and nothing else. If pressed to follow an order or respect some chain of command, this is when her nasty side comes through. Being no stranger to getting punished by authority figureheads who never understood her, she’ll push back until a confrontation happens. And in that case, if she feels daring enough, which she nine times out of ten does, Phoebe will throw the first punch (or spell depending on the level of her pissed off meter). Just... be wary of her. She’s a lot of fun but she doesn’t know when to end it nor how to define it for others. Either you’re with her or get the buttfuck out of her way. 𝙈𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘 𝘼𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 Magical Abilities Vibration Magic The common mistake that people make when they think of vibration magic is that it is an offshoot of earth magic and likewise that it is one of wind magic, too. This isn’t necessarily wrong but there are a few technicalities that often go overlooked. Yes, it is true that one may be able to apply to some level of earth and wind magic usage, but in Phoebe’s case, it is a lot more complicated than that. Phoebe specializes in something known as Seismic Vibrations, but in her case, instead of manipulating the dormant seismic magic within the earth and its crust, Phoebe herself is the seismic magic source. Within her is dormant seismic magical energy that she can draw from for a myriad of uses. By sending seismic pulses through her feet, she can sense up to seven yards in either direction. With her hands, she can send seismic waves to cause destruction on an object or a person (if it came to that). This done by channeling her magic into her palms and unleashing the stored magical energy in the form of barely visible waves of sound-like magical energy. She is also able to apply it through the means of temporary seismic flight, though in her case she has only managed to propel herself into super jumps. As great as her feats are, Phoebe is still quite young and the development of her abilities have not quite peaked yet. She tires herself out easily by using too much of her power. Though she can be a person of focus, sometimes her cockiness makes her overexert and if she tries to expel magic from her being fatigued, it will backfire on her and cause damage to her arms and legs. It’s in her nature to overdo it and she fatigues easily. Additionally, her skillset makes it to where she can only use 2 of her sub-abilities at a time or else the possibilities of fatigue increase. Non-Magical Abilities/Skills Martial Arts Training Due to her upbringing but specifically her parents being adamant about putting her through the ringer, Phoebe has been forged into a hand-to-hand killer. She never has killed anyone of her own volition, but with a few black belts in Wushu, the potential to deliver one-hit killblows exists inside her. To be honest, she doesn’t like to kill but she has kept up on her training as much as she could. Something about it brings her peace of mind. Weapons Training Another “gift” from her parents. She trained with a myriad of weapons, though the ones that stuck around were short swords. Still, again, not her preferred form of fighting. Peak condition Both life as a slave daughter and on the run has enabled plenty of time for Phoebe to work on her cardio. She might not be able to slam in buildings with a single punch, but she can run a 5K in record time and she can last in hand-to-hand combat longer than most. Might even rival Salem, which is something Phoebe wants to find out for herself. Adaptable Due to her life on the run, Phoebe gained some valuable skills in being able to think on the spot. Change doesn’t effect her like it would most, which makes her ideal for cover missions. She can talk her way out of just about any situation. Of course, she has her own limits and sometimes her personality flaws bleed into this. 𝙃𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 Homelife Phoebe hails from an old family. And when we say old, that’s not an over-exaggeration. The Chang family, though in its name they don’t strike you as one who might descend from greatness, they actually have their roots back to the Ming Dynasty. For generations, the Chang family has built a secret organization that, when you strip it all away, is the ruling figure of China, and everyone who thinks the president rules things just proves how good the Chang family is. And for generations, they have molded some of the best and often regarded as the most powerful mages who never made waves. Their real secret comes from the way they can keep their powers a secret. Always ready to use their abilities but never doing so. They blend in and rule from the shadows. But that doesn’t mean they aren’t worked to death. Every member from every generation of the various branches of this Amazon Rainforest-sized family has all been trained in both mortal and magical arts. They have all experienced the trials that every member goes through. Phoebe isn’t any different. In fact, she is the only one of her generation that has shown the potential for any sort of fighting ability. Phoebe was born to the name Phoebe Eloise Chang. She was born on the fourth month of the eleventh day of the 1998 Year of the Tiger. She is the youngest of four children to Lee and Mei Chang. Both of her parents are magic-inclined. Lee is a geomancer who specializes in thermal magic and her mother is a sound-based mage with a focus on manipulation of airwaves. Her older siblings include two older sisters, who are twins, named Wendy and Heidi who were born in 1994, both of which are clairvoyants with varying abilities that pertain to premonitions. Meanwhile, her older brother, who is likely regarded as her closest friend and just two years older than her. His name is Apollo. Like his namesake, he is a mage of the light arts. His powers are mainly used for illusionary purposes. Phoebe always stood out of her siblings for a lot of reasons. She was more rebellious than they ever could be. She challenged her parents’ tyranny that they called parenting. Of course, this always came off as her being disrespectful and disobedient, but her parents also recognized this as her having a fire that none of their children possessed. Being the types that followed tradition in every sense of the word, both Lee and Mei singled out Phoebe for all sorts of training from an early age. They recognized the signs that she would become a powerful mage in her own right one day, but she would need more than just raw magical power to be a force unlike anyone has ever seen. Because of that reason alone, she underwent years of physical, mental, psychological, and borderline abusive “training”. All of those times spent with instructors and faced with stress-inducing changes, though she never wanted to be subjected to it ever again in her life, as she grew up and became a mage, Phoebe didn’t necessarily regret mastering certain skills. When she got her mark, it was something incredible. The mark was supposed to be the representation of your soul, which made a lot of sense because Phoebe had grown up hoping to fly to the moon so her parents could never find her, but she never got close to it. So when the day her mark manifested over her heart, the fact it took the shape of a shattered moon made a lot of sense, if not filled her with even more contempt. And like her mark, when her powers had manifested on her 16th birthday, it was the moment her parents were waiting for. Everyone in the family and those within the Chang Organization realized what gift she truly was and they tried to exploit her. And for two and a half years, they did until Phoebe blew up their world. Literally. The After Throughout Asia and eventually the Americas, Phoebe’s activities became quite public, though she was never actually spotted on any cameras doing anything. Nobody knows who she was but the fact remained that she had involved herself with groups that specialize in domestic and eco-terrorism. At some point during her 18 months on the run from her family, she found passions that included taking down authority figures. She was involved with several protests that turned violent, acts of terrorism that resulted in over a hundred buildings being destroyed. Her activities amassed not only a cult following of anti-government groups but also the attention of worldwide law enforcement agencies. And yet her face had never been identified. Before anyone could get her face, despite all of her accomplices being captured, she was gone. There was no answer for it but Phoebe knew. The reason behind why she was never caught was because Phoebe slipped into the air and the building tops around her by using her magic. She never was caught because they couldn’t find her. She was never caught because Phoebe Chang knew what to do at almost every exact moment. Sometime in the last seven weeks when Phoebe was roaming the streets of New York, someone had managed to get a message to her. She didn’t know who it was or how they managed to find her, but there was a sort of calling sent out to her. The letter she received was vague but enticing. It mentioned her parents and how they knew she was a mage. In the letter, there was an unreasonable amount of focus on appealing to the side of Phoebe that liked an adventure. She loved risk and there was one line in the letter that stuck out to her. “There is something coming that is more dangerous than anything you have faced.” And she couldn’t help but feel intrigued by it. Something about the way The Guild worded the letter and the stakes they implied that were present made her smile. That’s honestly all it took for her to accept the offer. She joined The Guild not long after that. Oh, if only they could have informed her just what she had signed up for. 𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙘

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[Altered Tundra]

Himura, Natsumi

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_{“They're not ready for this! I'm Mira, the future Crismon Flash!”}

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Personal

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_{N A M E}

Himura, Natsumi _{(緋村 夏美)}
"Mira. It's cute, isn't it?"

_{A G E}

13

_{C L A N}

Himura

_{S E X U A L I T Y}

Bisexual

_{B L O O D T Y P E}

O-

Characterization

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_{H E I G H T}

5'0"

_{E Y E S}

Sky blue

_{H A I R}

Auburn hair that appears to be a scarlett red when under light. It is styled straight and comes past her face and almost as long as her head.

_{H E A D B A N D P L A C E M E N T}

Mira wears her headband as an accessory around her waist with a light pink cloth so it matches her outfit.

_{C H A K R A N A T U R E}

Raiton | Lightning (Affinity)
Fūton | Wind (After timeskip)
Jinton | Swift (Kekkei Genkai and without Raiton amplification)

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

Energetic → Quick-witted → Courageous → Somewhat Lax → Naive → Impulsive → Gets carried away

Mira is a lot like her clan's kekkei genkai, Jinton. Just as she is fast whilst using Jinton, she's also fast when it comes to her first impressions. She's quick-witted in every way that would apply: her comebacks, ability to talk someone's ear off, and her overall energy as in she's chalk full of it. She also has the tendency to rush into things, which might not make her the ideal teammate but with her abilities, sometimes it works in her favor. Mira seems to think second and act first, not really exercising any form of tactics. If she gets hit, then to her that means she just has to be quicker than her opponent. As for first impressions, she's definitely got that "you'll either find her extremely adorable or extremely annoying" vibe about her.

In a nutshell, Mira is a lot to handle but an eternal friend if you'll let her.

_{P E R S O N A L H I S T O R Y}

Growing up for Natsumi Himura wasn't exactly what one would call a normal experience. Normal began and ended with her having parents and siblings, but that's where her life gets a little bizarre.

You've probably heard about her clan: The Himura Clan, masters of Swift Release, and chakra manipulation. They didn't invent Jinton but those within the clan have all, in their own way, made Jinton their own by incorporating the shared trait of being able to manipulate chakra that is unique and specific to each individual member. There's Hana the Whispering Wind, Raito the Blur, Suiken the Flowing Rapture, and Kage the Shadow who have been shining examples of the clan's legacy, each with their own style and able to set an example for the clan. On top of everything else, almost every single Himura has become elite Jounins and even a couple made their names known by being part of the 12 Guardian Shinobi who protect the Land of Fire Feudal Lord.

But despite all of the great success, easily the most powerful as well as the most famous lies within the bloodline of the current head of the Himura Clan, Hayate Himura, a former Jounin commander who now happily sits on his makeshift throne in the Himura Manor. Hayate is known for his valor and pride. He is known simply as the Unexpected Terror of the Leaf. And also as Mira's father.

Mira grew up under his and her siblings' shadows, under her mother's excellence, and her father's sometimes tyrannical fist. Maybe it was just her, but at some point, she thought he put her through the unrealistic training regimes that forced her out of bed before the sun did and forced her to run five miles every day.

She was five when this started.

But this was a normal thing in the Himura clan. Kana went through it, Raito did, Suiken, and Yami. All of her four siblings, whom she loved dearly, were just as insane as her father was. High energy and with no filter. It's no wonder Mira ended up the way she is now. Her saving grace growing up was definitely her mother, Sakura Himura, who most called the Blossoming Beauty of the Himura clan. But even growing up in that environment put a lot of things into perspective. None of the outrageous family dinners or ways that her father would suddenly punch her two brothers, Raito and Raito out of nowhere, or how the sounds of Jinton which often sounded like a quick wind blowing over strands of grass, always filled the manor -- none of that ever bothered her. When she looked deep down into her soul and she looked back on it, those were the memories she went to in order to make herself feel better whenever she was feeling down.

And deep down, Mira knew she was just as bonkers as they were, if not more so than all of them combined.

_{C H A R A C T E R D E V E L O P M E N T}

At the core of Mira's journey would be for her to learn humility and to not always go forward into battle impulsively. While it's true she might exhibit overconfident tendencies, I firmly believe she's not above growing and I would love to see her lose a lot of battles so she can learn that her way isn't going to achieve anything for her -- at least, not until she learns some strategy.

As for power upgrades wise, my hope is to focus on her speed and help her achieve Minato levels of speed (eventually). And a lot of nintai combo attacks. I want her to eventually be a master of swift release but her overconfidence, again, will limit her ability to plan ahead and I think that'll remain even after powerups. But at the end of it, she'll become the Crimson Flash...regardless how long it takes her.

Attributes

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• Taijutsu
_{JinTaijutsu — The Himura Clan-exclusive Taijutsu style is a multi-purposed, chakra-friendly taijutsu style that hold a lot of clan-exclusive similarities to that of the Hyuga Clan's Gentle Fist style. Although its origins could potentially be learned by those outside of the Himura Clan, it would be extremely difficult as it is founded with the presence of Jinton chakra at its core. This is due to the high speeds one moves at. Though the precision and chakra control could be learned and movements may be copied, the Dragon Flash is very specific to the Himura Clan because they are born with Jinton chakra inside them and the innate characteristics of one faster than the average shinobi. It is ideal for them because their Jinton chakra makes it so.}
• Strong reflexes
_{All members of the Himura clan possess some form of enhanced physical condition that range all across the board, but for Mira specifically, her specialization is centered in having reflexes that appear to have the potential of being superhuman and being able to react as though it was second-natured to her. Her years of training with her family, being taught how to fight and what to do in fights has allowed her with advanced skills that would technically place her on chunin levels as far as how quick her physical offensive and defensive capabilities extend.}
• Chakra Control
_{Another layer of the Himura Clan and Mira by extension is their amazing chakra control. Like her family, Mira displays an uncanny and, of those within the clan in her age group, unmatched ability to control and distribute her chakra like she would breathing. This all comes back to taijutsu training and knowing that one strike can make or break a fight. She has mastered all beginner and has made excellent progress in intermediate levels of her chakra control training.}

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• Specialized shoes and gloves — Crafted by a blacksmith in the village, the pink and black gloves and boots that Mira wears is made by a special cloth that works in the same way that chakra blades do. They absorb any chakra thrown into them to give Mira the fighting edge. Plus, they are just so darn cute!
• Standard Shinobi Tools — Mainly kunai knives and shuriken.

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_{C R A N K}

_{D R A N K}

Chakra Flow (Lightning only for now)
Rolling Heel Kick — By utilizing Chakra Flow, Mira concentrates her lightning chakra into her boots and jumps into the air, spinning her body halfway, and kicking her opponents with her heel.
Spinning Back Fist Combo — Same as With her Rolling Heel Kick, Mira utilizes a combo of a sequence of four punches and one roundhouse kick: straight right, straight left, straight right, spinning back fist, and spinning roundhouse kick

Other

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_{N A M E}

Swift Release (迅遁, Jinton)

_{A B I L I T I E S}

Users of Swift release are capable of moving faster than most. With both wind and lightning chakra natures amplifying their movements, not only will their taijutsu be stronger, faster and more precise than those without it, they can recover faster than most. Their reaction time is amplified by both chakra natures. If level one is simply swift release without the addition of other chakras, then level two would be with one of the two, and the top tier is when both wind and lightning work together in unison with the innate swift chakra.

Mira is at level one, so it is not quite up to par with the elite users of Jinton.

•Swift Release: Shadowless Flight Jutsu is taxing after three uses. Each use is a quarter less effective the more it's used
• Swift Release: Vacuum Kick An series of two kicks (one upward and one downward) that slices the air in front of it, creating a powerful vacuum in its wake. Deflected air rushes back one second later in the place of the opponent.
•Swift Release: Sonic Boom A barrage of kicks delivered with such intense speed and precision that each kick creates a condensed, if not thin, sickle. When any form of physical contact is made (human or object), a shockwave of pure chakra explodes wherever it makes contact. Mira uses this ability as a cover for vacuum kick by aiming for the ground as a form of cover.

_{A P P E A R A N C E}

Swift Release is a Kekkei Genkai that allows users to move at incredible speeds, appearing as a blur when in motion. It is a mixture of wind and lightning chakra, which both enhance the speed and precision of its user. WIthin the Himura Clan, each have their specific appearance and colored-blur as it were. Since Mira mainly wears pink, though her speeds aren't quite up to the blur level, her fast movements create half-blurs of pink, white, and black.

[Altered Tundra]

Runaway Girl; tw. Emotional abuse, Child Neglect - Project Untamed

“She was a beautiful dreamer. The kind of girl, who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the stars and left regret beneath the earth she walked on.” ― Robert M Drake

_{Face Claim || Sabrina Carpenter ♦ Color || #E75656]}

Cassie, Star || 17, 6/29 || CisFemale, Bisexual || Raccoon Likes & Dislikes || Photography + Finding out things about people + Strawberry anything + HUGGGSSSSS || Loud voices spoken angrily - Censorship - Being told no when she wants to do something - Quilts Habits & Quirks ♦ Cassie likes to hug. Frequently; in fact, she has been known to replace handshakes with a tight hug. ♦ Cassie plays the often-annoying game of "Eternal 21 Questions", in which she will ask as many questions as you allow her to - sometimes backtracking to unanswered ones. ♦ Cassie has this habit of snapping photos without asking or even announcing herself. She might even hide in the bushes to take some photos. She's willing to do whatever it takes to get the perfect shot. ♦ Cassie is often attracted to those who seem like the exact opposite to herself, both in how they look and how they act. ♦ If Cassie snorts and she hasn't asked you a series of questions yet, consider that the telltale sign that she is high-high-highkey crushing on you that verges on her jumping your bones regardless who might be watching. Dreams || Most of her dreams remain a mystery to her, but Cassie wants to be able to capture raw moments of people who lend their insecurities and everything that they cover up with whatever bravado they had to keep others at bay. She wants to be able to touch others on levels that words can't portray. Cassie wants to make people feel like one photo can say anything they ever wanted to say. Fears || Cassie's fears come in two parts. On a surface level, Cassie has this incurable fear of heights, which might sound insane for someone so daring and, on occasion, so reckless but it's true. Cassie just cannot do heights. She will travel to great lengths to achieve success but climbing a ladder? That's probably not at the top of her bucketlist. But somewhere deeper, beneath her often bubbly, annoyingly-cheery nature is someone who might just be as messed up as some of the pictures she takes and the moments she captures. Knowing some of the things she does is part of the burden she has to bear. Not everyone can sneak around like she can and being able to take her photos without being noticed weighs on her. It sinks her into a low mindset that, if she wanted to, she could disappear and nobody would notice. .................................................................	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █	Impression Cassie might be a small, petite girl with an overzealous nature that is only rivaled by her particular lean for all things red, but if there is one thing to be said about her, she shines like the north star she aims to be. Cassie is someone with a curiosity that often goes unmatched and often underlooked due to how obvious she is about what she wants to know. When you meet her, if you can stomach the invasion of your personal space and overlook the fact that she might not be as tall as some of the other girls (we're looking at you Talya), then what you get is a girl with eyes as wide as her imagination; someone with just as much fight and love to give as anyone else at Saint Agustin. When she's not giving you hugs or wondering about your day, Cassie can be seen capturing candid moments with her camera. If a picture is a thousand words, then surely Cassie shouldn't have to announce herself when she captures you in your most vulnerable state. She sees beauty in things that often go unbothered. Her eyes can see what others don't tend to. She can spot a gentleness in a spiky porkupine, find the huggable center within a rabid wolverine, the insecurities in the mightiest of lions, and even the hypocrisy of a graceful swan. She can see it all and it is the beauty within the imperfections that draws her into some situations that might earn her a reputation for being too nosey. Pre-Memory Loss Life - tw. Emotional abuse, Child Neglect Cassie's birth was not planned nor was it ever something she was made aware that her family were happy about. Every single aspect of her life from the oil giants of Georgia, the infamous (put some emphasis on it) Lucasta Family, they were anything but your supportive family. They always cared more about image than they did acting like a family. Between her seven older siblings and her parents who were borderline her housemates than actual parents, had a lot of issues and a majority of them seemed to originate from Cassie's inception. To say she was emotionally abused might be an understatement. To say that Cassie was constantly reminded just how little she mattered to her family would also be an understatement. What wouldn't be an understatement is just how little Cassie seemed to care about her own worth and how, despite all of the cruelty of their belittling, ignoring her existence, and all of the times she craved for a little crumb of affection, somehow the girl named for the Greek Vain Queen, Cassiopeia, she remained humble and true to her core nature. and in the darkness, she found a northern star in the form of a camera. It brought her home and revealed her truth. And if only that truth wasn't the thing that would carve the path for where she ended up. Cassie had snapped a photo of some kids in rural Georgia, being drugged and tossed into a black van. She did this while also, granted unknowingly, signing the contract that sealed her fate. Those photos taken, though it would be days later of her doing the same thing, she became one of those drugged kids, snatched up like a feather being blown into the open skies. Cassiopeia Star Lucasta, the youngest child of Bradley and Margeret Lucasta, was never to be seen again. And still, as she faded out into unconsciousness, the images of her family slowly leaving her, Cassie couldn't help but wonder... "Will they even care? Misc Fonts || Jenna Sue Love me some chicken nuggies

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Wild Boy Free Fallin' - Project Untamed

"Know the rules well, so you can break them effectively." — The Dalai Lama

_{Face Claim || Tom Holland ♦ Color || Burnt Orange/#cc5500}

Levi {LEE-Vie} || 17, 4/18 || CisMale, HetFlex || Squirrel Likes & Dislikes || Freerunning and Parkour + Not going to class + The outdoors (specifically anywhere not near an authority figure + Getting into trouble + Any kind of nut and that goes double for nut butter || Authority. He'd rather be able to roam free. - Sitting still for too long (he's got a bad case of Restless Body Syndrome) - Anything lemon-lime flavored. Yes, sadly that means no sprite or 7-Up for Levi - Griffin Pierce. Something about that guy triggers him Habits & Quirks ♦ Not only does he refuse to stay still, but Levi is also often the first one out the door whenever a class is over. Even before the bell rings, he will jet out as soon as he can. ♦ Levi has extensive knowledge of the layout of San Agustin. This may or may not be the result of him getting into places that he shouldn't. Or just climbing all of the structures. Who is to say which is the truth? ♦ He vibes hella hard to an old genre of music from the 2010s called EDM. His Dre Beat Headphones are attached to his iPhone 30 and there's always some remix of some old song playing. ♦ Levi enjoys the company of those that think like him. So if they happen to enjoy breaking a few rules, go ahead and assume he's nearby somewhere ♦ He can always be seen snacking on his nuts. That is to say, ziplock bags full of assorted nuts and seeds. Honey roasted only. Dreams || The extent of Levi's dreams could be summed up in his desire to explore the world. As someone who hates being confined to small places or that of which he has already seen to its fullest extent, he desires to be free. He needs to see the world and it certainly should have more to offer than what he has seen at San Agustin. Plus, he's bored of this school already and it's only been two months. Fears || Can someone be afraid of another person? If so, then put Grifin Pierce on that list. Okay, maybe it's less of a fear and more of some subconscious wariness that Levi has towards Griffin. He doesn't know the guy that well, but he's heard stories and he'd rather keep his distance, which should be easy since he's quite agile. Another thing that might be surprising but he's lowkey afraid of heights. Despite most of his time spent climbing buildings and the like, Levi is afraid of heights. He believes in addressing fears instead of hiding behind them. Or he's just a masochistic son of a bitch. He hasn't decided which applies to him most. Misc || Brush Fonts → Colors of Autumn I like the egg mcmuffin from Mickey D's .................................................................	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █	Free-Loving → Adventurous → Chill → Energetic → Rebellious → Tempestuous → Daring → "Squirrely" Impression Levi has a certain charm about him that marches to his own drum. It doesn’t always make sense nor does it make him automatic friends, especially with those who respect a thing called the rules. If there is one thing about him that is bound to leave an impression, it’s his ability to make any uncomfortable situation even more uncomfortable. And that’s what makes it exciting. Levi Forrester is the spider-monkey who can’t sit still; the restless, young boy who always has to be moving. Whether that’s going for jogs through whatever San Agustin calls a forest, climbing all of the buildings or any obstacles to get in his required exercise (or else he’ll flip his shit). He’s the poster child for an early 2000s skater mag with his baggy clothing, the way he talks, and, especially his choice in music. He’s the kind of person that might annoy you or you might find him a breath of fresh air among the uptight snobs and fuckboy wannabes. He doesn’t pretend to be something he’s not and won’t dial it down just to make you feel a little more at ease. You will either love him to death or wouldn’t want him near you. Yeah, Levi can be a bit nutty but that’s part of his charm. Levi is someone who values honesty in his friends and whatever comes past that. He values a sense of loyalty to just be real with him. He doesn’t do the whole “do this favor for me and I’ll do it for you”. No, prove to him you’re a loyal friend and he’ll have your back regardless. Pre-Memory Loss Life For as long as he could remember, Levi Forrester has always had to watch his back. From his divorced parents often using him as the pawn in the nasty verbal shouting wars, using him as leverage to one-up each other, and eventually making him loath them both. Through all of this, since he was seven, he had to grow up quickly. Being the youngest of three children, Levi survived by applying a child-friendly code: don't regret and always do what makes you happy. He's tried to apply that to everything in his life, but when two big sisters feel so protective over you, it was hard for Levi to find his way. With two older sisters, Levi couldn't find his way until he dug a hole out of the prison that was his life. Sometime after turning thirteen -- maybe a bit before -- the good-natured boy who suffered under the tug of war his parents put him through and the overbearing nature his sisters had, Levi broke out of his cell (yes cell, not shell) and found ways to express himself. He started small: tagging walls at his school in Seattle, Washington, getting into fights (some started, some finished but most lost cause he was and still is a puny SOB), and not really paying much attention to this little thing called rules. Levi blames his upbringing. He wasn't raised right. Too many rules and not enough attention was given to him. Honestly, the fact that he only stuck to little stuff like vandalism and trespassing should make his folks proud. He could have been a murderer in the making. Of course, he has thought about it. Anyone who says they didn't think of killing someone at least once is either lying or already did it and doesn't want the FBI to come knocking on their door. ...Not that Levi has killed anyone or anything like that. That's illegal and he's totally a law-abiding citizen. Just like Gerard Butler was. So where were we? Oh yes, Levi's extracurriculars. Remember that bit about Levi trespassing? Yeah, there's more to that. He does so with style and grace. This is because Levi has always been one for athletics. During all of those times, his parents didn't want to deal with him, they signed him up for athletics growing up. The rigid schedule of baseball, basketball, football, track, and just a lot of activities he didn't want to do but couldn't deny there were at least some benefits. Without all of that physical conditioning imprinted into his mind, Levi wouldn't have found breaking all of the rules and climbing structures a fifteen-year-old him shouldn't be climbing the most exhilarating and form of adrenaline he felt since he pissed on a cop car when he was thirteen (among the other illegal acts he committed during his early days). A lot of his free time has been spent getting to high places with relative ease, all the while he evaded the cops and went unnoticed by his folks. They barely noticed he was gone but he had to wonder that, in the moments before some guys from some place dressed like Men in Black kidnapped him from the back alley behind the Parkour Vision gym, he had to wonder how exciting these guys were. He lived for thrills and wherever he went, at least he wouldn't be used as a pawn anymore. He was free to live his best life.

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Hunter Quinn ♦ Rosefell High

"Losers focus on winners. Winners focus on winning." — Conor McGregor

Name

Hunter Wade Quinn
_{↳ Hunter. Only Hunter.}

Age

17, 4/11

Gender

Cisgendered Male; He/Him

Sexuality

Bisexual - no specific lean

Ethnicity

Caucassian (German, Irish, Hungarian)

Relationship Status

Taken (dating someone from Liberty High but nobody knows)

Label

Jock

Grade

Senior

School

Rosefell High

Face Claim

Nick Robinson

Appearance Details

• Hair: Dark brown | Neck-length | Doesn’t usually style it unless it’s a special occasion.
• Eyes: Hazel/light brown
• Height & Weight: 6’1”/182cm | 180lbs/82kg
• Body Type: Hunter has a rather athletic build and very little body fat.
• Clothing Style: Hunter’s closet is relatively modern, though there are some throwbacks to the 90s and early 2000s. He has a lot of shirts that are bought from clearance sales and Good Will. Flannel shirts, a few pairs of jeans, and some band memorabilia he stole from a hot topic a few times. A lot of what he owns has been given to him by relatives or stolen. He has a couple of pairs of sunglasses, but honestly that’s it for him as far as accessories are concerned.

Personality Traits

charming → confident → smooth-talker → adventurous → daring → entitled → reckless → arrogant → short-fuse → prone to bitch fits → volatile

At first glance, Hunter seems nearly harmless. People will talk, sure, but his bravado isn’t nearly as scary as when you meet him up close and get to know him a little better. The rumors of him being a problem child, someone whose ego doesn’t know any limits but new ones to create, and his ability to throw the first and last punch may have been greatly underexaggerated. He will in fact punch you in your face if you say something stupid (or what he perceives as stupid). He has a problem about being wrong, which in his case is a lot but that’s beside the point. He hates when he’s being called out about it and throws a two-year-old-level tantrum, which often leads to said punching. His attitude is nasty and teeters on unbearable.

But to some he considers very close friends, there are moments -- and with them, this is almost always his default setting -- Hunter is a delight to be around. He has an adventurer-like mindset and almos always will make you smile with his wit and actions. He knows all of the best ways to get by in this stupid town. If you back him up or he considers you a friend, you will always have him in your corner. Of course, this is assuming that Hunter doesn’t get you thrown in detention or jail because of his loyalty. His recklessness seems to come hand in hand with the fuzz or some authority-type of figure not far behind.

But hey! With Hunter, there is never a dull moment regardless if he’s being a pain in your ass or not.

Biography

The only thing stable about Hunter’s life -- both what it is right now and what it was like for him growing up -- was the fact that it wasn’t stable.

Born out of a loveless relationship that was too apparent to Hunter since he could understand exactly how much of a bastard his father was, his father, Ricky Quinn, was something of a turbulent storm that just got worse as the years went by. And his mother wasn’t any better. Emily Weston was just as much of a screw up as he was. The only saving grace that came out of their relationship was that her parents happened to recognize she needed help and sent her off to rehab shortly after giving birth to Hunter. But in doing so, they refused to do anything for Hunter and Ricky. Whether he liked it or not (he didn’t), hunter was stuck with him.

And what a fucking pleasure that was.

When they weren’t at each other’s throats, Ricky barely was around for Hunter to remain angry at him. Of course, he still held grudges from the time he found out what a grudge was, which wasn’t long after when he figured out he would have to grow up fast. Just imagine an eight-year-old realizing this. Some father Ricky is, huh?

And as he grew up, his anger festered with time. From fights and stints in juvie, whether Hunter would like to admit it or not, but he was just like his father: angry, bitter, and too pissed off at the world for his own good. But unlike Ricky, there was someone there for him.

At the height of his freshman year, just three months off of his early Juvi release, Hunter’s reputation of being a violent sociopath -- which was greatly exaggerated -- also landed him into some fights. Some with his own classmates but also with upperclassmen. He picked a fight with a few known gang members thinking he was hot shit. And after he was given a broken nose, eye, and a few bruised ribs, he found himself in the hospital. It was all very ugly but he was visited by the head coach for the Rosefell Knights, Coach Zachary Porter. He wasn’t in any mood to hear it, but being bedridden, he had no choice. The coach was disappointed that Hunter was in the position that he was. After a brief conversation, though, the coach had sweet-talked Hunter with the possibility of joining the football team. Hunter wasn’t sure, but the promise of being able to hit someone without getting into trouble (or winding up dead) was appealing to him.

He thought about it. And thought about it some more, but after nearly a week, Hunter accepted it. There was a part of him -- a hidden part he would never allow himself to let anyone but a chosen few see -- that felt like that was the first time anyone who didn’t want to kill him that showed any interest in what he was doing. The coach was the first male figure in his life that didn’t make him feel like shit. That resonated with him.

And to this day, he keeps up with his grades as minimally as he can with the only hope that he can stay on the team and bash in people’s faces without getting detention.

Family

Patrick “Ricky” Quinn | 35 | Mechanic at Robert's Auto Repair and Drug Dealer (on the side and a kept secret) | Father (unfortunately) | Face Claim: Youngish Matt Damon
Mother unknown. Only thing that’s known is she is from a wealthy family

Misc

Face Claim: Nick Robinson || Color Code: Sienna/#a0522d
⇉ Drives a beat up 1995 Mitsubishi Eclipse he stole a few months ago. Plates were swapped and everything. Dad isn’t the only one who knows his way around a car.
⇉ Actively commits crimes despite being on probation (he’s like a honey badger and doesn’t give a fuck...kind of)
⇉ Love sour candies but will only eat the grape and cherry flavors.
⇉ Often refers to himself as The Hunt or HQ (some friends do too).
⇉ His Twitter handle is @onthehunt and he has amassed around 1500 Twitter followers. || His IG Handle is @FreeWadey. It's a secret from most of everyone.
⇉ He is left-handed and will obsessively eat Olive Garden breadsticks
⇉ Holds an offensive middle lineman position with the football team, a position he’s held since joining the team in his sophomore year.
My first favorite thing about Halloween is the discounted candy

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Miki Park/Park Mi-Kyong - Rosefell High

"As long as you know men are like children, you know everything!" — Coco Chanel

Name

Park Mi-Kyong
_{↳ Miki/Mikki.}

Age

17, 5/29

Gender

Cisgendered Female; She/Her

Sexuality

Closested Lesbian but dates boys to keep up appearances

Ethnicity

South Korean

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Princess || Prep || Cheerleader

Grade

Senior

School

Liberty High

Face Claim

Jennie Kim

Appearance Details
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• Hair: Brown with highlights | Mid-back length | Miki styles her hair in various ways and uses a myriad of products to make it as silky smooth as she can.
• Eyes: Hazel/light brown
• Height & Weight: 5’4”/ | 120lbs/55kg
• Body Type: Miki has a petite figure. Due to her interest in athletics and looking the best that she can, her body is toned in an athletic way, especially her legs. They are easily her best feature.
• Clothing Style: Miki doesn’t have a specific, unique style per se. What she does have, however, is a very materialistic taste. If it’s not Dior or Gucci, then she’s not interested in wearing it. It doesn’t matter how nice it is. A princess would never wear anything the peasants would. In her two walk-in-closets, she has amassed a rather extensive catalog of dresses, blouses, jeans, yoga pants, shorts, heels, flats, shoes, and that’s not even including her accessories. She has bracelets, bags because obvious no princess closet would be complete without the finest Chanel bags money could buy (and she has one for every day in the week).
• Make-Up Of course, the Liberty High Princess has to glam it up. Her fashion is nothing if her face is plain Jane. Whether mascara or rosy lipstick, Miki’s makeup is always on-point. There will never be a day you’ll see her without any sort of emergency kit in her purse.
• Piercings Miki has both of her earlobes pierced as well as her tongue and belly button.

Personality Traits

charismatic → devoted → bold → tenacious → sophisticated → spoiled → conceited/vain → judgmental → self-centered →

If you think you’re on Miki’s level, rethink your life, sweetie. There is nobody, not at Liberty and not at Rosefell -- especially Rosefell -- who is on her level. And that’s a fact.

Or at least the princess likes to think that.

Truth be told, Miki isn’t exactly a good person. She likes to think that she is. To her, she thinks she’s freaking magnificent. Caring to those she considers her subjects and devoted to making sure they idolize her. That’s obviously what a ruler should hope for. And boy does she feed off of the attention. Being adored and praised makes her feel good about herself. Of course, she has the highest opinion of herself so that should tell you exactly how much having the validation of her “peers” means to her.

But don’t let this phoniness fool you in the slightest. On the surface, she might be happy to be around people who aren’t in her inner-circle, but there’s an ugliness about Miki. it’s something she hides well because she has her poker face down to an artform, but she is an incredibly judgmental person who is also often hypocritical. Think of her as a Regina George with the poise of royalty and all of the genuine personality of Kylie Jenner. Just think about that for a moment and you’ll understand just what kind of ugly person she is. It’s not that she had a tough childhood or anything, but being around so much privilege allowed her to develop this sense of superiority that found a home where humility should be.

If she does have friends, Miki is selective about who she trusts completely. She’s one of those people who would prefer to have something over her “friends” so she can trust them while having a safety net to fall back on in the worse case scenario.

Biography

Dear Diary,

Today was a great day for the world.

On May 29th, 2002, when it was likely hot or cold somewhere, I came into the world. I know, it’s not like my birth was God had a hand in it. Oh wait, yes she did. God is a Woman by the way. I know everyone will be angry I said that, but I am only speaking facts.

Wait where was I? Oh, right!

So anyway, I came into the world. Born to the name of Park Mi-Kyong. I know for you American’s, it’s hard to fathom, so you can just call me Miki. Or Princess Miki. Actually, I definitely prefer you to call me a princess. Momma and Daddy wouldn’t like it if you didn’t treat me with the respect like I know they expect you to show me. You know, daddy is a hotshot CEO. His family’s company is one of those international ones that own everyone’s asses.

Sorry daddy, I didn’t mean to curse. I know it’s unladylike but morons won’t learn if you don’t stoop to their level.

And speaking of my wonderful parents, Daddy is Philip Lambert. He’s got a few siblings but I don’t know them that well. They live on the east coast. I also got a few cousins who live in Palm Beach. Again, don’t know them. Mom was born in Seoul but moved to Columbus around the same time she met Daddy. Mom’s name is Ahnjong. A lot of her American colleagues just call her Annie. It’s so demeaning cause momma’s name is so beautiful and pristine. But I guess sheep really will stick to their guns. I respect that.

Oh and momma is a doctor. Neurosurgeon. Of course, Daddy wouldn’t marry someone who wasn’t intelligent. How do you think I became so utterly amazing? Like duh!

Anyway, I grew up on the best side of town. You know the part of Columbus that wasn’t anywhere near those thugs who attend Rosefell. Like why on god’s green earth would I ever want to venture into the slums of Rosefell when I am perfectly content in Liberty? Ugh, it’s like you expect me to mingle with them. I won’t! And you can’t make me.

...Calm down, Miki. It’s not like you would ever have to leave your wonderful life and your superior school. Nothing in the world would.

Okay, maybe the school closing down would.

Is it too late to live with my cousin Stella in Florida? King’s Academy accepts transfer students, right?

Family

Philip Charles Lambert | 54 | Businessman; CEO of Lambert Advertising | Father | Face Claim: Patrick Dempsey
Park Ahnjong | 52 | Neurosurgeon | Mother | Face Claim: Sandra Oh

Misc

Face Claim: Jennie Kim || Color Code: Hot Pink/#FF69B4
⇉ Miki drives a rose-gold-colored 2020 Masarati Granturismo that she got for her sweet sixteen by her father. It cost more than anything she’s ever owned and she loves it twice as much she does her entire wardrobe.
⇉ She served as head cheerleader at Liberty High. Compared to that, rosefell’s abomination of a cheer team wouldn’t compare, but being on somewhat decent terms with the queen thorn herself, she has no doubts she’ll climb the ranks rather swiftly. And if there’s anything Rosefell has going for it, which isn’t much, their school colors are just lovely.
⇉ to be the perfect princess/doll she hypes herself up to be, Miki spends thousands of dollars on her beauty treatment. Looking glamorous isn’t cheap, you know.
⇉ Miki is a “keep your friends close and their secrets closer” kind of girl.
⇉ His Twitter handle is @princessliberty. She has close to 250k followers. Try not to faint at how impressed you are.
⇉ She has a background in gymnastics, so cheerleading is a clear no duh for her. That and she likes to think she looks hot in a leotard. And she would even pose for pictures if the right photographers wanted them.
⇉ Appearances are everything to her and her worst fear is being judged for who she likes, so she dates boys only to uphold these superficial notions that anyone cares about who she likes. But to her, the only opinion that matters is hers and she doesn’t want to come to terms with that yet..
My second favorite thing about Halloween are the decorations!

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Colin Gallagher ♦ Rosefell High || tw. drugs, alcohol, child abandonment & abuse, death - Rosefell High

"Our fate lies in the hands of the things we love, and sometimes the things we love are the things that lead us to the destruction of ourselves." — R.M. Drake

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Name

Colin Brady Gallagher
_{↳It is known that Colin only prefers to be called by Colin. Anything else surely will be met with a punch to the face.}

Age

18, 3/25

Gender

Cisgendered Male; He/Him

Sexuality

Heterosexual -- sorry dudes, the ladies is the only thing that gets this man going. That and whiskey. And cocaine. Definitely lots of cocaine.

Ethnicity

Caucasian (Irish and Scottish)

Relationship Status

Single as a pringle

Label

Rule-breaking, alcohol-abusing, drug-using son of a bitch

Grade

Senior

School

Rosefell High

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Appearance Details

• Hair: Dark brown | Medium in length | Colin’s hair is naturally silky. It is long on the top, but the sides and back are shaved. It comes past his ears if combed/brushed straight.
• Eyes: Blue
• Height & Weight: 6’2/155lbs
• Body Type: Colin’s body type borders on lean and athletic with it leaning to the former. He does not work out regularly nor does he keep himself limited to any special diet. He does run a lot out of his certain...habits and his vices make his weight fluctuate from being overweight and underweight.
• Clothing Style: Colin’s style isn’t exactly limited to just one thing. He dresses sporty, grungy, has a few punk-inspired outfits, some spiked bracelets that might coincide with goth fashion, a few lumberjack-esque flannel shirts for those cold winter days, a lot of tanktops so he can proudly display his ink, a jean jacket with the sleeves torn off and with sowed leather sleeves because why the fuck not? But one thing that he has a lot of are beanie caps, but not the kind that instagram thots wear to appear “cool”. These are the kinds one might find worn by true “OG’s”. They’re single colored and in open-defiance to the gangs around him. Because fuck half-assing shit. Go full on crazy!
• Scars, Tattoos, and/or Piercings:
  
  • Colin has a five-inch, diagonal (top right to bottom left) scar on the back of his neck. It’s what remains of a nasty fight he got into with a childhood bully.
  • Colin has both of his ears pierced in multiple places: lobes, helix, and forward helix. He also has his left nostril pierced as well as his upper lip.
  • Since turning eighteen five months ago, Colin has obtained a total of five tattoos: the catholic cross over his heart, a soaring bird tattoo on the right side of his neck, a skull/crossbones tattoo on the inside of his right forearm (near his elbow), a black panther head tattoo on his left pec, and “COSIMA” inside a small heart next to the cross over his heart,

Personality

Personality Type — The Entrepreneur

Passionate → Enigmatic → Bold → Free-Spirited → Spontaneous → Proud → Selfish → Reckless → Disorganized → Erratic → Insecure → Self-Destructive → Masochistic

Meeting Colin for the first time is a tricky experience for anyone to handle. This is because of his distinctly strong personality, his impactful personality. He’s someone who displays a dynamic, hard-to-read energy. When you meet him, it’s not clear which version of Colin Gallagher you’re going to get. On the off chance he’s in a good mood -- which is as rare as it is for him to not be drunk and/or high -- he is friendly enough. You’ll get a handshake, he’ll ask you about your day or what’s new in your life. You’ll be meeting the colin of old that those closest to him miss. You’ll remember him and probably think Colin Gallagher isn’t a bad guy and not as scary as most say he is.

But this isn’t common and it’s because colin never allows himself to be like that. It hasn’t been a while since he’s genuinely smiled without the spontaneous fits of laughter caused by his vices. The Colin everyone knows either because they’ve been on the opposite end of his mood swings and erratic behavior or just from whispers is a selfish prick who only thinks about himself. It’s someone who breaks the rules constantly, spends more time in detention than he does in class, and who brings a bottle of “water” to school, drinking it nonstop. It’s the guy that is never one to shy away from calling a girl wearing a short skirt a slut or making fun of the nerds who spend all of their time in the library. He’s the guy who picks on the loners and laughs when they piss their pants.

Yeah, you could say Colin is kind of a basketcase, a dick who displays nothing of what people knew him for just four years ago.

Everything he does is without a purpose and he does it just because he can. It is not because he wants to cause harm or make people’s life miserable. It’s not even to say that Colin intends to be an asshole. It’s just, he’s miserable every day and every hour of every day. And they say misery loves company, right? Who is Colin to deny that?

Biography

tw: drug abuse, child abandonment and abuse, death

”Believe it or not, I wasn’t always this awesome motherfucker who knows how to have real fun. I mean, I’ve always knew what fun was, but it didn’t always involve me being high or drunk all of the time. Yeah, that was a long time ago.”

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Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh, take me back to the start

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Eighteen years ago was an important day. No it wasn’t because troops were sent to Afghanistan or when The Bachelor debuted on ABC. It wasn’t even the expansion of the European Union. No, in the great city of Dubin, a magical thing happened. Right a year after the marriage of Shawn Sheamus Gallagher and Caroline Maisie Brady came the birth of their first born, rightly named Colin Brady Gallagher.

He was a beautiful baby. His bright blue eyes resembled his mother, whose hair was redder than a fire and eyes that sparkled a rich sapphire in the proper lighting. But it was the baby shade of a dimmed gray that he would be declared as his father’s twin.

Colin’s birth wasn’t a special night because of any danger he posed or anything but that he was the firstborn. And him hailing from such a traditional, Irish Catholic family, nothing seemed as important as the firstborn. They wouldn’t say it, but Shawn and Caroline had a favorite. The irony is he’s one of their four kids who has given them the most grief. Whether he did it unintentionally or to make some noise, that’s how raising Colin Gallagher went. But before we get into that, let’s know about his life growing up.

He didn’t always live in Rosefell -- or at least the part of Columbus that was within the Rosefell High district. Actually, up until about three years ago, Colin spent the majority of his life in the upper-middle class. His parents made enough money to where they could live comfortably enough. Even with Rhonda, his younger sister, and the twins that came after, Shea and Sinead, they managed to raise their kids without any signs of there being any struggles.

Shawn was a B-cop for the majority of their time spent in the Liberty district. He didn’t make a lot, but he was home every night. The main breadwinner was Caroline. She serves as lead anchor for MSNBC’s Columbus affiliate and she also wrote crime fiction on the side. That was more than enough for them to live comfortably, but when it came to their kids, there was a divide of sorts on how to raise them. And when both were around, the kids felt it.

Under Shawn’s eye, the kids knew rules and traditions. They went to church three time a week: Sunday mornings and evenings, Wednesday evenings, and Saturday if they could. Shawn was as devout as anyone could be, but he was also really engaged in his beliefs and a traditionalist, at that.

But on the flip slide, Caroline was much more relaxed. Granted, she was also a devout catholic and loved going to Mass, but she didn’t abide entirely by it only because she wanted her kids to feel like the church wasn’t the only thing that should matter.

Naturally, this led to a lot of fights. When they were home, the kids felt it.

Some days, the screaming matches weren’t as bad, but on others, the kids went to their rooms (or at least to a room together) until they were done. This happened frequently, and it forced Shawn to take extra shifts just so he didn’t have to see Caroline all of the time.

During this intense time where his home life wasn’t the greatest and Colin was under too much stress that a thirteen-year-old boy should, he wasn’t entirely miserable. This was due to a fateful encounter that, at the time of it happening, he thanked God. See, he lived in a nice neighborhood that came to mind when you imagine America Suburbia.

And the house to the left of his was special because it belonged to the Marino family. The reason it’s worthy to note is because of the only child of the Marino family. Her name is Cosima. And believe it or not, but she changed his life at hello.

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”Sometimes you have to create your own entertainment; sometimes if the world doesn’t pay attention to you, you bang on its door and crash through it like a wrecking ball.”

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Are you insane like me?
Been in pain like me?

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To understand Colin's blackest days and the darkest hours that came after, you must know who Cosima Marino.

Even from a young age, Cosima Marino always displayed a fire that made people pay attention to her. Whether it was her father's friends who always came over or the family from her mother's side, Cosima was always the light of every room. Her wondrous smile and big eyes that thrived from the attention took hold of the attention she received and chained it down to secure it. This was both her greatest attribute as a person and her greatest downfall.

Yeah, you could say Cosima Marino was the kind of girl who thrived off of attention and when she couldn't get it from those who would willingly give it to her, then she had to seek it elsewhere.

Cosima's life was about as normal as one could be with a superintendent father and an actress mother. Her father worked late but was the one around the most. His name is Ricardo Marino; while her mother, Angela Marino, who most might know her from her soap opera fame and starring opposite of Kavi Salvador. Due to Angela's job, she was always gone and only was around when she could -- which was one weekend of every month. And when she was home, Angela didn't always have time for anything but sleep, let alone paying attention to her or her husband.

Yeah, it was normal from the outside, but the Marinos had their fair share of troubles. But Cosima maintained a smile. Her attitude didn't shift in any way that would make others from the outside question if she was unhappy. Of course, she wasn't happy, but Cosima didn't want pity. She hated anyone feeling sorry for her. She hated the very notion that people would throw sympathy at her like she was a begger on the street.

But as she grew older and came into her own, Cosima's personality changed -- well, maybe a better way to describe it was that it evolved. She craved attention and sometimes that led to her acting out. With her parents barely around to notice her and the fact that she was an only child meant she didn't have any siblings to turn to. Cosima was relegated to being taken care of by nannies and relatives, but even they had their limit. Cosima made their lives miserable and if it meant her parents paid attention to her, even to punish her, she persisted.

And they did. On one summer, just a week after she graduated seventh grade, Cosima underwent the worst verbal -- and, if the marks on her arm and face were to be taken as proof -- physical abuse, too. See, her father had a stressful job and instead of drinking like many would, he was the type to smack around his daughter.

Moments after, Ricardo stormed out and his convertible stormed out of the driveway. Cosima took a few moments to bandage up her face and in doing so, as she went through her mother's medicine cabinet, she found a bottle of Vicodin pills. She knew enough to know what they were and she did so with slight hesitation.

And then she walked outside. The pain in both of her arms and jaw had more than faded and she smiled as she parked herself on the steps on the front porch. She turned her head and that's when she met Colin. Both came from troubled homes that appeared normal. They exchanged glances and both smiled at each other.

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”My earliest memory of Cosima was when we met. I don’t know what it was about her. Maybe God really did bring her into my life at the moment I needed her most, or maybe Lucifer had a hand in it. Fuck if I care about the specifics. At thirteen, I wasn’t thinking about who she was or why she came into my life; i was only thinking about how this beautiful girl that lived next to me looked at me and I was in puppy love with Cosima Marino.

I just can’t understand how things got so fucked so fast.”

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I felt it from the start,
It grew inside my heart.
It changed me from that day;
This love I can't contain
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When they met, both were only thirteen, both were still young, but their life experiences were that of someone in their later teens. They’ve both endured tremendous trauma and frustration with a homelife that hid the truth behind a facade of normalcy. And maybe that’s why they took a liking to each other.

Their first impression of each other was how both seemed to have this enigmatic allure about them. Cosima was energetic and engaging, her eyes filled with fire and life and Colin had a protective aura about him. Even at thirteen, Cosima saw that and she clung to it. Plus, even though Colin didn’t know it at the time, he gave her the attention she had been seeking.

As they spent nearly an hour talking, they bonded over how much they hated their school, how their music tastes were nearly identical, and how they both agreed that Person of Interest was a severely underrated series that deserved more recognition than it got.

In the weeks that followed, Cosima spent more time at the Gallagher’s than she did at her own house. Her parents signed off on it because the Gallaghers were known for their decency. And let’s be honest here. The only reason they did was because they didn’t want Cosima around.

Cosima not only bonded with Colin and he with her, but she also got along well with his siblings. When Colin realized that she was getting along with them, it made him smile. And the more time he spent with her, a quick friendship blossomed into what would become his first relationship. They didn’t go to the same school, but it didn’t matter because Colin knew, no matter how hard his day was, she would be there waiting for him. And his parents also didn’t mind because they adored Cosima.

As the weeks went on, Colin and Cosima had done more than just hung out at his place. They experimented with their relationship physically. Neither knew what they were doing, but they were learned with each other. It was definitely a rough patch and Cosima started to pull away. Beside himself with anxiety, Colin knew there had to be something he could do to make Cosima stay. He loved her more than he loved himself. Every part of him that was happy and safe began and ended with her.

So he hit up a friend of his from Rosefell. He knew his father was a drug dealer who often brought the product home. Colin asked if Hunter could steal a small vile of cocaine. He didn’t need much, only enough to amp up his connection. Hunter not only stole a single vile, but he managed to sneak a few pills of E.

On a Sunday morning, Colin and Cosima were alone at her place. Both of their parents were at work and Colin had asked if Rhonda would watch the twins. She didn’t have much of a choice. Besides, they were sleeping, so it wasn’t as though it would be that hard.

They were in her room and on her bed. Colin had brought up the idea of experimenting differently. Cosima being the type of girl who just appreciated being noticed by Colin agreed to whatever it was. She nearly jumped off her bed from how excited she was when he pulled the vile of the white powder from one pocket and two pills of E from another.

Colin didn’t know it, but before he came over, she had already taken a few oxy pills and was already feeling the high.

The mood was set: Colin had a clear, flat glass plate that he placed on the bed. He had rolled up a dollar bill he had in his pocket and the cocaine was divided into two lines. He was nervous as he hesitated to snort his line. He felt Cosima’s hand touch his and he looked up at her.

“It’s okay,” she said to him and they smiled at each other. “I can go first if you want me to.”

But he shook his head, knowing he needed to do this to show her he wasn't a coward. So he bent down. Colin took in the drug in the nose, snorting deeply and as he raised his head immediately, there was such a wild mix of emotions flowing through him like blood rushed to his head ten times over. He shook his head repeatedly, grunting loudly, and “woooo!”-ing with excitement.

And Cosima was feeding off of his energy. She smiled widely until it hurt her face. She kissed him and took her line almost immediately after. Her reaction mirrored his, but something was different. Colin didn’t notice it because he was still reeling from his own line and he kept sniffing in and out.

By the time colin recaptured control of his awareness, he looked down as Cosima was down face first. He didn’t think much of it because he figured this was something she did. She always was the type to do weird shit to get a rise out of him.

But after a few minutes and him commenting that it was getting old, he shook her body. When she didn’t budge, he tried again but shaking her harder. When that failed, panic set in and Colin desperately shook her tiny body but her body remained motionless.

“Shit. No…”

Colin panicked more and pulled out his cell phone. He was grateful that his parents had let him keep it. He dialed 9-1-1, not even thinking about how his father could find out.

Already in tears and his voice cracking, his despair coming through as he tried to hold his emotions back long enough to let the 911 operator know what happened and where he was at.

After he did and Lucille told him to remain calm and check her breathing and if she was breathing.

She wasn’t and Colin’s tears poured out in an unyielding stream. He held Cosima’s lifeless body in his arms, clenching her tighter than he had for anyone. He wept for her, repeating her name over and over in a grief-stricken voice. His screams filling her room even as the ambulance arrived and EMTs came into her room.

Even as they pulled him away from her, telling him it was okay, Colin didn’t believe them. He saw them see the evidence of the drugs. He knew they were judging him, but the only thing he could focus on was them performing CPR on her. They did everything EMT’s were supposed to.

But in the end, it was for nothing. Cosima was pronounced dead. She had died of a drug overdose on August 11th, 2015. She was going to be fourteen in just seven days.

But this was where Colin’s troubles began.

First it was the grief from her death. That uncontrollable, raw sadness that rendered him bed-ridden for days. But Colin's troubles weren’t only emotional. The DA wanted to charge him with negligent homicide. At only thirteen, Colin would be the youngest to be tried for that crime as an adult, but with all of the pull that his father had, it never went that far -- it didn’t go anywhere. Colin would never see a judge, wouldn’t need to be arranged or arrested.

He suffered enough.

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”I...I just don’t know how it could’ve happened like this. She was here. She was in my arms, in my life, in...And now she’s gone. No, I can’t handle this. It’s just so wrong. Cosima...Cosima…”

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I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
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Cosima’s death played a rather important part in what Colin’s life would become. Her death and how it sent ripples would not only divide many involved, but at the Gallagher house, it also divided Shawn and Caroline.

Or rather, Shawn’s disdain for Colin grew to points that nobody in the family could have seen. Even though he had did everything he could (and then some) to keep his son out of jail, it was obvious to Colin, to Rhonda, to the twins who were at the age where they were starting to recognize the body languages of what was and wasn’t good, that Shawn couldn’t stand the sight of Colin. It wasn’t disappointment. In Shawn’s eyes, there burned a genuine hatred for his oldest son.

Not even a month after Cosima’s death, Shawn and Caroline Gallagher not only filed for divorce, but while Shawn stayed in the house Colin grew up in, Caroline moved out with the four kids. They would split custody with three of their four children while Caroline was practically given full custody of Colin and she moved away, closer to where Colin would attend high school at Rosefell.

As all of this was unfolding, Colin’s mental state took a turn for the worst. His girlfriend was dead and his father didn’t want anything to do with him. Colin was beside himself with grief and the pain that knew no end. He just wanted it to end.

And he knew hunter would have his back, so Colin hit him up again for more drugs, even buying some from Hunter’s dad. He started small. He just wanted some heroin to make himself feel better, but when the high didn’t last long enough, he snuck his mother’s alcohol.

This process continued, Colin putting himself down a dangerous, self-destructive path where he chose to not feel anything. He shut down ever caring about his life. And in the process, the Colin everyone knew: the brash, yet friendly and warm Colin Gallagher was no more. He died with Cosima.

Besides, being drunk all the time and getting high when he could was better for everyone. Not like his mother gave two shits anyway, right? That’s why she worked. And Rhonda was old enough to take care of everything.

Just let Colin do what he always did best: look after himself.

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Family

Shawn Sheamus Gallgher || 54 || Father || Detective with the Homicide division of the Columbus PD || Face Claim: Dylan McDermott — The nonexistent father of the Brady-Gallagher children, Shawn is only present in three of his kids’ lives, although he really only has a meaningful relationship with Shea and Krissy since Rhonda also protests seeing him. He and Caroline have a volatile relationship and neither can stand to be in the same room with each other.
Caroline Maisie Brady (formerly Gallagher) || 51 || Mother || Lead Anchor of MSNBC’s Columbus Affiliate || Face Claim: Amy Adams — The nurturing momma bear of the four, irish cubs, Caroline does her best in trying to provide a happy home for her kids but her job is very time consuming and doesn’t always give her the free time she wished it did.
Rhonda Lindsey Gallagher || 17 || Younger Sister || Junior at Rosefell High School || Face Claim: Madison Davenport — Rhonda is feisty and a little bit controlling. She’s fiercely protective over her siblings and is often at odds with Colin for his self-destructive ways. She wants to follow in her mother’s footsteps and be a reporter. She hopes to move to New York and intern to pay her dues before becoming a field reporter, which is her dream job.
Shawn Sheamus Gallagher Jr/Shea || 14 || Younger Brother; Older brother of Krissy || Freshman at Rosefell High School || Face Claim: Chandler Riggs — Shea is bashful at times, but also has a temper problem like his brother. But at his core, he’s sweet and friendly. He wants to be a published writer and can always be found writing in his notebook.
Sinead Kirstin Gallagher || 14 || Younger SIster; younger twin of Shea || Detective with the Homicide division of the Columbus PD || Face Claim: Jessica Alexander — Colin’s social media-obsessed little sister and prides herself as a miniature Kylie Jenner and selfie “pro” (her instagram account has many selfies of herself). Her idols include Kylie Jenner, the A’Melio sisters, and Bella Thorne. She has dreams of being an Influencer as soon as possible and has further goals of wanting to -- and this is a direct quote from her -- “party like a rockstar”.

Misc

Face Claim: Ash Stymest || Color Code: #D9381E || Font: Punk Kid
☣️ Colin has a severe drug and alcohol addiction. He keeps it as in control as he can, but those who know the signs know. His alcohol of choice is cheap whiskey and drugs of choice are cocaine and heroin.
☣️ He is nearly-always either drunk or high and brings a bottle of slightly watered down vodka to school that he sips from regularly.
☣️ He is an avid smoker, too, which may or may not be weed. Or it might be a normal nicotine cigarette. Who is to really say which?
☣️ He has the bad habit of toying with people’s emotions and teasing them.
☣️ He laughs when someone gets in his face and will always have a smile on his face even when he’s knocked to the ground
☣️ He likes to think he can function and do things while under the influence like driving and walking (he can but if he’s too much uti, then trouble is bound to happen)
☣️ He’s a known player and might hit on a girl who is already taken (even better if they are).
☣️ Colin religiously follows heavy metal bands and models on social media.
☣️ He has a disgust for Liberty snobs and those who dress like they’re better than everyone else.
☣️ He has been known to drive his sister’s 1993 Chevy Convertible. Sometimes with her permission and sometimes not.

Love me some halloween and the candy that comes with it

[Altered Tundra]

Joanna Penelope Hart || Pink Cabin - Second Horizons

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_{Joanna Penelope Hart}

♥ ♥

(FC: Amanda Arcuri; Dialogue: #BE9CDC)
♫ _{If I never get sober, fuck it
The heart wants what it wants
If I never get over you, fuck it
Well, I just wanna be blue sometime} ♫

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► How many years have you attended Second Horizons?

This will, unfortunately, be Joey's very first time. She's trying to make the most of it, but it's hard this time of year.

► What team color would you like? Do you think you'll get it?

Joey adores and admires every single color and every shade in-between; she even likes lime green. But if you had to ask which cabin she'd prefer, it would be Pink. "I really love pink! Cotton candy, pink marshmallow peeps, pink valentine candy -- I just love it. And I hope I get in!"

► Is this your choice to attend? If not, what can we do to accommodate you?

No, it's not her choice. If Joey had her choice in how she'd spend her winter break, it wouldn't be halfway across the country at a resort she didn't know and with people she wasn't familiar with. If she had a choice, she would spend it with her twin brother, Brad, her mother, her older sister, Mara, her brother Ty. She'd go to Rockafeller Center, but nope! Because she had a little too much fun at her sweet sixteen last year, her father is punishing her by forcing her to spend the winter at Second Horizons. Stronzo del cazzo!

► Any allergies, disabilities, or special circumstances we should be aware of?

Joey has no allergies or any unique disabilities, but she does have a mental health disorder. Since she was 13, Joey has been clinically diagnosed as Bipolar and, though her doctors and therapist advise both her parents and local doctors that she needs to take her lithium, Joey doesn't always do it. "They say I get a bit too wild if I don't have my pills. As if these labcoats know what's best for me!"

► Do you have experience with any winter sports? Would you like lessons?

Joey's experience with winter sports is falling on her ass in the snow when she tried learning snowboarding when she was nine. She likes watching it, though. So why not? She'd be down for lessons.

► What are you looking forward to?

Is that a trick question? It sounds like a trick question. "I guess figuring out if I should hitch a ride elsewhere or not. Okay, but seriously, I guess I'm looking forward to maybe meeting some new friends. It's depressing enough that I can't see my family, so maybe misery loves company?"

► What are you not looking forward to?

When it comes down to it, the one thing Joey isn't looking forward to is this being the first year in her entire existence that she'll be without the comforts of home. "I won't be able to eat Dad's homemade canoli's, Grandma Jade's German Chocolate Cake, Ty's spiced eggnog or, really, anything I want."

► Tell us a little bit about yourself:

She has a default mode of curiosity mixed in with probably way too much optimism. She wants to know things about people. Mystery annoys her and negativity even more so, which is only natural because the notion of keeping things a secret is a foreign concept to her. She is open with just about anyone who wants to hear what she says. She’s known for being maybe just a tad too open and has picked up on a certain brand of honesty that is unique to New York’s very own Manic Pixie with a lot of Hart.

With every ups that Joey possesses, whether it’s smiling so bright the room lights up in rainbow brilliance, or the natural good vibes she gives off, there is also a down -- a side effect of her excitable, nigh bubbly personality. This comes in a sort-of-kind-of-most-definitely wild side that not even spring breakers might be able to compete with. Whether this is a side effect of manic having its worst form or just some need to live up every possible moment, there is a certain madness to how negligent she is when surrounded by people who enable her. It doesn’t matter if the party is only with ten people or over a hundred, from dancing on tables to getting two random guys and/or girls to dance with her, Joey has all the potential in the world to literally lose her mind in the midst of a chaotic scene that matches the pulsating EDM beat that could very well be playing.

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► Noteworthy appearance traits:

Joey doesn’t have any physical features that make her stand out in any u nique ways. She’s got a short, slightly-curvaceous body and the features that one of Brazillian and Italian heritage would. Her eyes are brown with a spec of green that comes through in natural lighting. Her arms are slender and waist-to-neck has a slight hourglass figure.

No, physically, joey isn’t remarkable in any way, but what does catch the attention of most is her choice in attire. She will frequently dress in colorful clothes. Whether that’s jean overalls with smiling rainbows, tye-dye blouses, wild cat-print dresses, slightly inappropriate tops that expose her body in ways that might make her father more disappointed in her than he already is. But nothing is so clear as day as her frequent changes in hair color.

Joey is a vibrant soul and maybe likes attention. Who is to really say, but what one can say is how much Joanna Hart loves dying her hair. And she does it so frequently, it’s hard to tell what her natural hair color is. She goes anywhere from magenta pink to soft pink to cyan to platinum blonde to Melanie Martinez-ing her hair with two colors split down the middle.

She loves to express herself and her dream is to be a beautician. How can she make others beautiful if she doesn’t experiment on herself first?

► Noteworthy luggage items:

With her Joey has a total of five separate bags/suitcases included in her total luggage (including two large suitcases and three carry-on bags, two in which were stuffed inside her official carry-on bag). Her luggage came in a set of five and is colored powder blue and with white/gold handles/straps.

Carry-On - Included in her carry-on bag is where most of Joey’s personal and immediate items are kept. In the smaller bag is where she keeps her wallet and phone, as well as a 3DS for when she’s bored. Her phone charger is included too. In the slightly larger one is where most of her essential make-up is kept: eyeliner, mascara, lipstick, chapstick, a couple of brushes, nail polish, her laptop and charger, and a few Chanel no. 5 perfume bottles.
First Suitcase - Included in the first suit case (aka the medium one) is most, if not all, of Joey’s casual wear (there’s a lot). And given it is also colder than her father’s sense of humor, she came prepared with parkas, sweaters, sweatpants, boots, scarves, etc. Also included in this suitcase are dresses, bathing suits for the hotsprings, and her lithium pills.
Second Suitcase - In the slightly larger suitcase is a collection of beauty-related items like her 9-step program of haircare, her straightener, a special iron for her dresses (she has a whole process), her bathing products and essential oils, her single-use hair dye, all of her colofrul accessories, and, last but not least, Mr. Snuggles.

► Quirks:

• Asking too many questions to the point of asking ten before anyone gets a chance to answer the first one
• Greeting people she meets with hugs and them lasting for a surprisingly uncomfortable amount of time.
• Giggling whenever a cute boy/girl walks past her

► Likes/Dislikes:

✔ Anything sweet || ”Bonus points if they’re baked and decorated with glitter!!”
✔ Social media. || ”Look, I’m sorry if I can’t peal my eyes away. My followers need to know what I’m thinking. Besides, they are invested in my journey. So, duh, of course I’m going to let them know what I’m thinking!”
✔ Dancing and music in general || "I just can't not dance when I hear a fun beat. Doesn't matter what the situation is, I just love to move it!"
✖ Isolation and/or the concept of not having any social interaction || “I don’t do well with being alone. I go...a little coco bananas.”
✖ Lemons and Limes || “It’s not because they’re sour -- I just never liked lemons or limes, but ironically, I have no problem with sprite or them in dishes.”
✖ Being told no || “I’m not a brat, I promise. I’m just...well, it’s that if I’m told not to do something, it only makes me want to do even more. Maybe that’s how I wound up here?”

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► Brief history:

So, you might know my family. The Hart Family, Hart Dynasty of New York, HartCorp -- it really doesn’t matter how you know them, but it might benefit both of us if I tell you a bit of history about my family.

My great- grandfather, Zachary Stephen Hart, founded HartCorp. He was if Ted Turner fused with Donald Trump before he became president. Yeah, you could say he’s a bastard, but he also carved his legacy into the entertainment world. Among the big boys: Warner Bros, 20th Century Fox, Mirmax, and so many others, HartCorp was right up there. Through radio stations and television/film deals, and, eventually when enough capital, he built something incredible.

And if my great-grandfather was the architect, then it was my grandma, Addison Bailey Hart, who took his plans and built into the empire it is now. Everything her father wanted to achieve was done so through her vision, through her innovative measures, through her reluctance to quit and give into the male-dominated world. My mother has often spoke about Addison as her inspiration.

To tell you the truth, I idolize them both, but I’m not my sister Samara. I don’t aspire to follow in the Hart family footsteps, but what I want to do -- what I can only hope to achieve -- is be like my other grandma, Jade. Her success in the fashion industry is what I aspire to achieve. Her alternative style that really took off in the 70s and 80s is such an iconic look. Granny Jade is also one of the coolest people I know. She knows what it’s like to be the wild one and you won’t catch me not aspiring to be like her in every way that I can.

She’s really the sole reason why I want to make others beautiful.

But like my grandma, who when she was my age decided not to play by the rules of her father, rebelled. And maybe that’s why I decided to not care what my Deputy Director of the FBI father wanted for me. He was all about the image. Even when MTV wanted to do a special revival of “My Sweet Sixteen”. Wyatt was against it, but after one conversation with mom, apparently, he came around. I still don’t know what they talked about, but me and Brad didn’t care. Oh right, Brad is my twin brother, so technically it was our sweet sixteen. Bradley is so antisocial, though, that he didn’t make a big fuss about it.

But me? It was involved in every step: planning, sending e-vites, getting Benjamin Cross to DJ my party (really thanks to Mom for knowing him through his wife), and even having Watch Dog Security serving as, well security. It was all perfect. And the party itself was just..oh, it was fucking perfect (thanks Pink).

Until it wasn’t.

I’ll take full blame here. When the party was in full swing and I had just a little too much to drink (plus mixing my meds with alcohol), I lost control of myself. I was dancing with anyone and wasn’t exactly appropriate about it. Even Lottie was worried about me. She tried to convince me to leave. She wanted me to cool it, but I wasn’t hearing any of that. Truth be told, I didn’t give a damn what anyone had to say. Since Dad made it his mission that he didn’t want to be involved, I was going to make sure he couldn’t not hear about it.

Good news? Joey Hart’s Sweet Sixteen episode was the highest-rated since the first iteration of the series. Bad news? Not only did Wyatt not approve of me having a little fun, but his punishment was also so unfair! I was shipped off to an all-girl boarding school in England! England! How was that fair? And to make matters worse, Dad is so disappointed in me, that instead of spending my winter break with my family, he decided that I needed to be taught a lesson and had to spend it in freaking Washington State. Over 2700 miles away.

But I guess it’s fine. I’ve always liked camp, so we’ll see how Second Horizons compares to my childhood home.

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Font || A Little Sunshine
💜 Joey is known as @IHartTacos on all social media platforms. She is mainly active on TikTok and Instagram, though she does frequent Youtube and Twitter sometimes. 💗
💜 Joey can understand and speak Italian fluently. Her voice is also a mix of New Jersey-ian and Brooklyn 💗
💜 Joey is a huge supporter of LBGTQA+ and BLM causes and charities. 💗
💜 She's always experimenting with her look, so don't be surprised if she rocks a different look every day. 💗

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Nathan Blake || Green Cabin - Second Horizons

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_{Nathaniel Harvey Blake III}

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(FC: Grant Gustin; Dialogue: Emerald Green/#50c878)
♫ _{There once was a bittersweet man and they called him, "Lemon Boy"
He was growing in my garden and I pulled him out by his hair like a weed
And like weeds do he only came and grew back again
So, I figured this time I might as well let him be
Lemon Boy and me started to get along together
I helped him plant his seeds and we'd mow the lawn in bad weather
It's actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him
So, I got myself a citrus friend} ♫

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► How many years have you attended Second Horizons?

”What year is it? This will be my second year. Last year ruled so I’m sure this year’s will be even better. Or if not, then I’ll just get high and zone tf out!”.

► What team color would you like? Do you think you'll get it?

”Last year I was green. I’m not trying to sound entitled, but I’m a vet, so I should get first grabs. So, uh…” Pauses awkwardly “I’d like green again, please!”

► Is this your choice to attend? If not, what can we do to accommodate you?

”Hell yeah man! I love Washington cause...uh, the weather. Yeah, totally mean the weather! But yeah, I’m hella ready!

► Any allergies, disabilities, or special circumstances we should be aware of?

”Nope! None whatsoever!” He says, lying about how he suffers from anxiety, but nobody is gonna know that because how else will he smoke his cares away?

► Do you have experience with any winter sports? Would you like lessons?

”Only experience I have with winter sports is watching the Winter Olympics every other year. But hell! I’d be down to learn. Or just watch from the sidelines. No problem either way, dude.”

► What are you looking forward to?

”Seeing some old friends. Honestly, I made some real pals last year and it will be nice to just see them again. Also, I guess seeing some really hot babes in skin-tight body suits..Wait, no that sounds creepy.” He coughs “I’d love to see some very attractive young women and have intelligent conversations with them and be very kind and polite to them and maybe get lucky if I can”

► What are you not looking forward to?

”Probably unpacking.”"

► Tell us a little bit about yourself:

”Well, I guess it depends on who you ask. To my friends, I’m pretty awesome and caring and compassionate and corny, but to those who are just mean, I can be perceived as annoying. I don’t make any excuses, but some people just can’t hang with the great one, ya dig?

No, don’t answer that. I know I have a weird sense of humor and people have told me I sometimes seem desperate for attention. I promise you that’s not it. I’m not desperate for love, but I can’t help it. I just wanna be loved and I wanna give love. Is that too much to ask? Yes? What do you mean yes?

Whatever! My mom says I’m cool and you can go stuff it!

...okay I didn’t mean that. Just...can I get high now? I’m tired.

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► Noteworthy appearance traits:

Hair: Light brown. Nate’s hair is kept mostly groomed and mostly combed to perfection; although some days it might just be left a shaggy mess like Nate’s life.
Eyes: Brilliantly blue like a sapphire gem.
Height & Weight: 6’2, 175lbs
Body Type: Athletic enough. He is not unreasonably so but enough to seem healthy for all of the walking around he does. Also surprising considering how often the munchies hit him.
Clothing Style: When it comes to his fashion sense, Nate isn’t exactly fancy. Of course, he’s kind of poor, so he doesn’t have the option of being fancy. Even if he did, he wouldn’t because he’s somewhat of a simpleminded guy both in personality and what he wears. He’s casual to the max and wears whatever fits and feels comfortable. Above all else, he’s 100% about the #comfortlife. He has a closet full of jackets and single-colored shirts but only a few pairs of slacks and jeans. He gets them in bulk from the goodwill stores nearby and even the thrift store by his neighborhood had some interesting items of interest.
Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Nope. None worth noting.

► Noteworthy luggage items:

”I have nothing too extravagant or worthy of multiple suitcases like I know some people to carry around. Honestly, I have a backpack for my essential items like my laptop, my phone, my bag of edibles, and some snacks (drug-free). Like a lot of snacks. Oh and my PS Vita. Can’t go anywhere without that. I also have a medium-sized suitcase for, ya know, my clothes and junk. Okay, but junk, I mean more edibles, a few lunch boxes with ice packs to keep my perishables cool, and about a total of two gallons of cherry wine coolers in cranberry juice bottles.”

► Quirks:

🌿 Even if he’s left hanging, Nate always greets his friends (and even people he doesn’t know) with a high five 🚬
🌿 Has the habit of declaring how awesome he is to people who are willing to listen. And if they aren’t, then he’ll state it loud and proud regardless. || “I’ve been told I can be very obnoxious in that way.” 🚬
🌿 No matter the situation, he always looks on the brightside. This might not be a quirk per-se, but it is certainly something to note about Nathan Blake. 🚬

► Likes/Dislikes:

✔ Positivity! “Whether it’s good vibes or smiles, I’m your guy to spread em’ like the red sea!”
✔ Nate likes getting all three of these things: hugs, high, and high to the five!
✔ Art of any form.|| “If it can be represented in art, I love it, but I especially love visual and audio art. I especially love photography. Well, to be more specific, I love selfies!”
✖ Negativity, but more specifically, he’s not a fan of criticism and when people talk down to others. || “Being aggressive and/or assertive is not the same as being intentionally mean-spirited. Those vibes don’t check out with me (so to speak).”
✖ Blizzards. He doesn’t mind snow -- in fact, he loves snow days and will take any chance he can to make snow angels. || “I just like to be able to enjoy my snow days. That’s all.”
✖ Turmeric. “Yes I know it’s supposed to be healthy for you, but I just don’t like it. And, as it turns out, that’s a two-way street.”

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► Brief history:

”If you’re expecting some sad tale about how I was abused or that my parents didn’t love me or that I had to struggle, this isn’t one of those stories.”

It’s true. Nathaniel Harvey Blake the third didn’t experience any rough hardships growing up. He didn’t suffer any mental or physical abuse from his parents (kids at school are another story, though). For the most part, he had a regular childhood. He had two parents, two younger sisters, and went to Beverly Hills High School.

His father, Nathaniel Harvey Blake Jr -- though he goes by Harvey -- was with a sergeant with the US Army. So, naturally, Nate didn’t see his father often. Whether it was him serving overseas, being in DC a lot, or being called away, Nate was lucky to see Harvey more than three times a month.

But as for his mom and sisters? Yeah, Nate practically was raised by his mother, Dr. Paige Romano-Blake, who worked as a Ph.D. Psychiatrist. She was the glue that held the family together. Even though his sister Hannah, who was two years younger than he was, didn’t always have faith that their parents’ marriage would survive the distance, Nate often was the one to assure both her and Kylie, who was three years younger than him, that it would be okay. He had to because if he doubted what the strongest woman he knew said, then he would drive himself crazy wondering if his parents would actually get divorced.

“Just have to tell myself that they’ll be okay. I mean, if there’s two people who could make it through, it’s the bravest man and best woman I know.”

Being the oldest of Harvey and Paige’s three kids came with pressure on its own. Not pressure from his mother or father. They only required him to look out for Hannah and Kylie. Hannah was mouthy and had a strong belief in saying what she felt in that moment that the thought was formed in her head.

Nate couldn’t relate.

But Kylie? She was too sweet for her own good. She was the innocent one of the three of them. She was too pure for this world and whether or not this made Nathan struggle with how people could take advantage of her or not, it built up, often leading him to deep into his own mind. But where he failed to come through in his promise, Hannah stuck by Kylie’s side. It was no problem for her because Hannah always felt like she was the older sibling. She was the middle child yet she often felt like she was taking care of both of them.

And this just made Nate’s anxiety grow more and more. And because he felt anxious almost all of the time, he started smoking. Because he felt like a failure as a big brother, he smoked weed, ate edibles. Because he got lost in his own head too frequently, Nate got high. It evolved into such a frequent thing that he has managed to act like normal after eating a brownie or taking a few puffs.

And nobody knew about it -- well, except for his sisters, but Hannah gets high with him sometimes and Kylie too, so it’s not like they would snitch on each other.

Getting high helped with his anxiety, but returning to Second Horizons has him feeling both excited and anxious. Maybe because he doesn’t know if his old friends are returning or if it’ll be similar to last year.

“Only time will tell, I guess. I just hope there are some hot girls there this year!”

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► Extra information:

Font || Baby Kruffy
✋ Nate has the amazing annoying habit often referring to himself in the third person as “Nate the Great”. People who know him love that about him, but most who overhear grimace and judge him for it.
✋ Whether it’s smoking, eating, or any other form, Nate just loves weed and the euphoria that comes with letting all of your troubles fade off into the distance for a few hours.
✋ Nate isn’t shy about being a nerd. His social media -- which is often a variation of @NateTheGreat is littered with shared posts from cosplayers, artists, youtubers who do fan edits of shows he likes, and stuff like that. He also follows just about every hot artist he can
✋ Nate is as likely to want a selfie with anyone who will have it as he is to take candid photos of anything he can. He just loves photos and will take any excise to take one.

Side note: Nate also loves high fives.

✋ Don’t expect Nate to solve anything to do with numbers for you. He suffers counting to ten without the use of his hands.

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Jackson Drake || Red Cabin Counselor || Second Horizons

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_{Jackson Torvald Drake}

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(FC: Evan Peters; Dialogue: Orange Red/#FF4500)
♫ _{Ladies and gentlemen, please, would you bring your attention to me?
For a feast for your eyes to see an explosion of catastrophe.
Like nothing you've ever seen before, watch closely as I open this door.
Your jaws will be on the floor after this you'll be begging for more. .} ♫

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► How many years have you attended Second Horizons?

"Techically four years, baby! I mean, I was a camper when I was 18, but that was...four months before I turned 18. In the winter of 2016. Can't believe y'all let me get away with it to be honest."

► What team color would you like? Do you think you'll get it?

"Red broham! Give me red. And you bet this year will be the year we win the snowball fight! EVERYONE IS GOING THE FUCK DOWN!"

► Is this your choice to attend? If not, what can we do to accommodate you?

Hellz-to-the-yeah it is! I fucking love camp, bro! It's where I can be a bit aggro and not get arrested. y'all don't mind that, right?

► Any allergies, disabilities, or special circumstances we should be aware of?

"Does being allergic to quitters and pussies count? I should clarify that I'm allergic to the wussy kind of pussy. Other kind is more money than my boy Rex would call me. Shoutout to Rex! Love you bro!"

► Do you have experience with any winter sports? Would you like lessons?

"I'm not a pro at them, but I know my way around the powder. Been coming here for four years now, so I definitely can ski and ride. But I'd be down learning some more...providing you got the right teacher winkwinknudgewink!"

► What are you looking forward to?

"Getting to see my bros again. And sipping cocoa while chestnuts roast on an opeeeeen firrreeeee!~"

► What are you not looking forward to?

"Disrespectful little cunts who won't respect my authority! Yeah, I'm looking at you, future ass flowers!"

► Tell us a little bit about yourself:

"Hello, my name is Skull fucker and I'm a Campaholic!

I like long walks on the beach and I don't do the rule thing. Except when they're my own, in which case I am the law, maggots! Follow my rules to the letter...even if it means we gotta break the ones set before us by the powers that be at Second Horizons.

Oh wait, did you mean you want to know my personality? Okay fuck sorry. I forgot about that part.

All right, guess I'm pretty chill. I mean, that's what my exes tell me. My bros say I'm a dumbass and my Aunt Riley says I'm a troublemaking knucklehead with a heart of gold.

You can take your pick on which you prefer, but just don't disrespect me or my friends. And you better not think about disrespecting the Red Cabin. They are going to be my fam for the next couple of weeks, so if they have my back when I need them, I'll be there for them, too.

So again I say: you fuck with them and Christmas will be canceled, you little shits! You dig? I'll jingle your balls and not in a fun way, either!

Oh, I guess I also can be pretty corny. Catch me singing all these holiday classics.

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► Noteworthy appearance traits:

Height & Weight 🔥 6'0 and 167lbs/76kg
Hair & Eye Color 🔥 Dirty blonde hair || JAckson has curly-wavy hair and flowing. It comes down almost to his neck. 🔥 His eyes are a slightly dark hazel that, without the right light source, can appear to be brown.
Body Type 🔥 Athletic and toned || Jackson works out frequently and keeps to a somewhat regular diet rich in protein. His entire body from his shoulders and arms to abdomens and legs are toned and show evidence of his frequent gym days. And he does not skip leg day.
Fashion Sense 🔥 Skater casual, comfortable, grunge || JAckson's wardrobe isn't exactly diverse in colors, but a lot of his clothes are for comfort. He has a lot of clothes from known skater brands: Nike, Addidas, Vans -- you name it. He also owns a lot of jeans and sweatpants. He has a lot of hoodies (mainly from his favorite band/artist's official merch store). His style is very comfort and sometimes wears loose clothing because that's just how he rock and rolls.
Scars, Tatts, and/or Piercings 🔥 Jackson has a few tattoos on his arms and torso, as well as on the back of his neck and along his forearms. They don't really hold any meaning. A few are cartoon characters like Snoopy and Scooby-Doo. The one on his neck is Stone Cold Steve Austin's glass skull. His left forearm is a Hawk to symbolize his love for Tony Hawk and his right forearm has one of the N7 Logo from Mass Effect.
Really, all of his tatts are his way of showing love for his interests.

He has his ears and nose pierced. Ear piercings are just on the lobes.

► Noteworthy luggage items:

Backpack #1 🛹 Custom shirts he had made for his cabin this year. They are dark red, long sleeve shirts with the red cabin logo printed on them. He brought at least seven just in case and got a few in different sizes, because of course, he had to be inclusive. They also come with matching hats and bandanas. Also in this backpack are some electronics like his laptop and phone and the chargers they need to survive.
Backpack #2 🛹 Simply put: Jackson brought so much junk food that he might actually forget about keeping to his diet for the next couple of weeks. Good thing, tho! They were cheap. Twinkies and the like. Oh and those bitchin' oatmeal cookie things. They rule!
Suitcase 🛹 This one is full of his clothes and especially the jeans and hoodies too big to fit into his backpacks. He bought a winter coat because, duh why wouldn't he? And a scarf. Oh and some hats for good measure.

► Quirks:

🛹 Referring to everyone as bro even the ladies.
🛹 Can be seen quoting popular songs and working them into conversation (you'd be surprised at exactly how successful he is)
🛹 Coming up with unique nicknames for everyone he meets and definitely not because he has trouble remembering names sometimes. Nope definitely not because of that!

► Likes/Dislikes:

✔ Fitness! And this could take form in a lot of ways. ||

"I love to work out, get that blood pumping!
It's part of my identity and what I'm about,
But let me tell you something!
I don't skip leg day and I don't quit
These mother-fuckers at Second Horizons won't hit--
My level, they won't reach or breach--
But they can eat my dust and kiss my ass,
Because Jackson Drake is back in this bitch to take these fools to class!"

✔ Skateboarding and Free-Running || "I just like to feel free man. And that's what this does for me. I gotta keep that body in tip-top shape so I can be my best, ya know."
✔ Anything to do with music. It fuels his soul. || "Rap and Rock is particularly high on the list."
✖ Haters and Quitters || "They're the worst and I won't hesitate to punch a bitch out if they disrespect me."
✖ Keeping to a schedule unless it benefits him.
✖ Pussies and apple pie || "No, they're not related. And yes, I hate them equally!"

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► Brief history:

You know, it’s difficult to say just where exactly Jackson’s life started to fuck itself over for him. Maybe it was when his parents became drug addicts. Yeah, that was pretty bad. His parents weren’t typically known for being warm and cuddly or, well you know, supportive, but they at least had some presence in his life. It wasn’t much, but before he was ten, Jackson coudl remember a “how was your day” or “would you like a cookie” type of shit from his loving father, Jonas and his ever caring mother, Aria Rose.

But now? Well, now they were deadbeats who, instead of saving up for their only son’s college education or really having any money for food, they spend it on drugs and alcohol and whatever other useless addictions they have. Most of the time, when he was growing up in South Park, Seattle, Jonas and Aria weren’t around enough for him to even say he had parents.

Sperm Donor and Egg is what they are to him. Nothing more, but they could most certainly be a lot less to him.

So yeah, you could say Jackson Torvald Drake has had a shitty life.

After nearly fourteen years under his parents’ roof, the state finally intervened and JAckson would move to Long Beach, California, where his Aunt Riley (his father’s sister) lived. She was sweet but man, if you were to ask Jackson what’s the scariest thing about his aunt, it’s her temper. Definitely related to him, though, that’s for damn sure!

Living with her wasn’t as rough as you might think, but she made him go to fucking camp during the summers. Said it would build character. He didn’t agree, but he didn’t get a choice in the matter.

So he went to this quaint camp named Liberty. What a joy it was. Out there in the wilderness, no cell service or anything. But when he got one taste of it, Jackson loved it. He made so many friends and bonded with a few in ways he never expected. And the girls -- oh boy, they were the best part! Jackson got slapped so many times, but there were two who stuck with him: one was Fiorella Aguliar who, if he had to say what his fondest memory was, it was that he saw her twerking in the Pink Cabin. Definitely a memorable sight.

But the other? Aisling, or just Ash.

No...not just Ash. She was someone special. And Jackson could say it: he loved Aisling Hawthorne. Or maybe he loved the idea of her. He honestly couldn’t tell you, but she changed his life. She made him want to do better. His time with her was magical.

And when Jackson turned eighteen, he made the voyage back to Seattle. It was weird, but Jackson felt more at home there. Plus, he was accepted into the University of Seattle. So moving back to his hometown was something of a logical choice. That being said, he couldn’t give up camp, so he looked it up and there was a camp near where he lived (sort of) in Northern Washington.

It was Second Horizons. And for three years, every summer and winter break, Jackson was at Second Horizons. He made the cut when he turned eighteen as a camper, but from then on, he was a counselor for the Red Cabin.

It might’ve been at a different camp, but one thing that has never changed was Jackson’s loyalty to the Red Team.

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► Extra information:

Font || Viper Nora
🔥 Jackson has a charcoal black Aflenpinscher-terrier mix named Dogny Hawk.
🔥 Jackson isn't fluent in any official languages other than English, but he speaks perfect pig latin and sarcasm. Some might say he has it to an art form.
🔥 Jackson is intense and usually, that comes off as being too aggro. He is a work in progress
🔥 You can find him on only two social media sites: Instagram, in which he is under the @JBFitness account in which shows him uploading workout videos from the gym, and Reddit. No he's not a weirdo, but he goes there for the memes. And maybe other stuff but mainly the memes.
🔥 Jackson abides by the three-fuck up system: Fuck up once, you apologize and it's aces. Fuck up twice and he'll judge you but you'll be money eventually, but fuck up a third time and you'll be DOA faster than you can say "oh shit"
🔥 He also abides by a philosophy of "revenge". PRank wars, romance, Mario Kart -- all is fair in love and war.
🔥Oh and he loves pranks. Ya know, you really should have expected this since Jackson was born on April Fools. It's like someone obviously being a stoner because they were born on 4/20 or someone liking porn because they were born on June 9th.
🔥 Hot Cocoa surpasses all winter drinks. Well, maybe except for Eggnog with brandy. But definitely hot cocoa. And they gotta have them big ass floofy marshmallows. No tiny shit for JB.

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___________________________________ N A M E Vivian Diana Lucasta A G E 18, August 11th G E N D E R Cisfemale S E X U A L I T Y Bisexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N Santa Monica, California N A T I O N A L I T Y American E T H N I C I T Y Swedish, English-Irish, Greek ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5'" Weight: 121lbs Hair: Naturally blonde with dark roots Eyes: Blue Body Type: Slim curvy || Vivian has what most would call an imperfect hourglass figure. Body Marks: N/A ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Hoplessly single and hopelessly hoping for it to end. Crushes: ∞ Every member of the ever-growing Defined Jawline™ Club F A M I L Y Mother Lillian Lucasta (Alive) Father Apollo (God of oracles, healing, archery, music and arts, sunlight, knowledge, herds and flocks, and protection of the young) Siblings Kalinda Franklins (Older Half-Sister) Fiamma Catoriona Giannulli (Younger Half-Sister) Lucas Aerin Cresswell (Younger Half-Brother;) L E G A C Y Helios (God of the Sun) P E T S Hope, an adorable golden retriever who is most certainly a good girl. || "She’s just the best! I love her to death!." ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ THE SUN and summer, too! ✔ Blueberry anything: muffins, cookies, pancakes, waffles, smoothies -- you name it. ✔ The beach, or generally just being out in the sunshine. ✔ Music and the arts ✔ Competition. Vivian might be easily dissuaded but there’s something exciting about the games at Camp like the tower and everything else. ✔ Helping others ✔ Reality television ✔ Going for long walks on the beach, or just long walks in nature if the beach isn't available/nearby D I S L I K E S ✘ Snakes. Due to the curse laid upon her and her half-siblings, Vivian has a very intense dislike - and in some cases, fear - of snakes. ✘ Freezing weather. She loves being out in the sunlight, so the lack of it makes her hate the winter ✘ Mainstream pop music. Yes, he's aware this makes him a hipster. Yes, he's aware that it's popular for a reason. Still doesn't change the fact he can't stand the overproduced garbage. ✘ Her insecurities, but specifically the lack of an innate confidence and how quickly she doubts herself. ✘ Bad vibes. Vivian is always so happy and she just hates it when there's negativity around her, or directed at her, or anywhere near her ✘ Not so much a dislike but a worry about children of Hecate due to their potential of curses. Vivian hates to even think about it, but the idea of curses -- such as the one cast upon her and her siblings. She just doesn't trust them in that regard. ✘ Peanuts. Not that she's allergic, but she just never has enjoyed the taste. ✘ Aggressive rock music. Vivian will take Bastille and Death Cab over Metallica and Slayer anyday. ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Bubbily ☼ Energetic ☼ Overtly Positive ☼ Easy to Please ☼ Friendly ☼ Lovable ☼ Carefree ☼ Overworries ☼ Prone to opinions about her ☼ Insecure to a degree ☼ Often forgetful ☼ Easily discouraged Vivian embodies just about everything you or anyone could possibly imagine or want from a Daughter of the Greek God of Sun, Music, and Art. She embodies a liveliness that is infectious. Her smile and her laugh, the way she carries herself and how always - always - Vivian Lucasta can both make herself the life and center of the party (or any group/crowd for that matter) and not appear to be as though she wanted is both something that speaks to her character and how she never actively seeks attention. She also will never talk negatively about anyone or anything. A good girl to her core, Vivian believes there is good in just about anyone she meets. It doesn’t matter if they have been known to do bad things to people she has known to love or if they thought about doing these horrible things. Through it all, VIvian has been brought up to see the good in everyone and she continues to see the good in people now. While Vivian is certainly the kind of person who will show an overly-positive demeanor with an engaging, lovable, and often abrasive niceness, she isn’t without some easily-influenceable aspects to her overall being. Particularly, Vivian has a lot of insecurities about how she can be perceived and most importantly, this happy-go-lucky valley girl is one of the easiest people to discourage and influence. Because she is so naive and so absolutely ignorant to a lot of things, to get her to see that one person might be good even when they are not is almost comical in how she will never see the truth coming. And even then, Vivian’s still pretty clueless and doesn’t know if so and so was actually a horrible person or not. That part of her brain has been wired to only see the light, never the darkness. It’s both a blessing and a curse. There also seems to be a bit of an inner-airhead when it comes to the Daughter of Apollo. It’s not that she doesn’t have a brain or any sign of intelligence up in her noggin, but because she is easily influenced by anyone who would dare want to use her in such horrible ways, she is also quite forgetful. She doesn’t forget names or faces or anything like that, but some important information like tests, where she was told to meet people - or hell, even something so short term as for where the gym is can slip her mind. But she does it all in such a cute way that people just laugh it off. But if there’s one person who’ll always give her crap about this particular aspect about her. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Love is often hard to come by, especially in a world where it’s highly cynical of the concept of love, as well as the genuine concern that someone who shows even a little attention wants something in return. And, usually that is the case, but it wasn’t the case for Lillian Lucasta. She was - and still is - a simple girl (well now woman) who was just twenty-one when she met the man of her dreams. For so long, she had the image of this man in her mind. Ever since she could think of the perfect man who could sweep her off her feet and make her feel truly special, the moment she met Apollo, the Greek God of the Sun and Music, proved to her that her dream guy didn’t even come close to him. The sweet smile he always gave her when she laughed and the way he made her feel every time they kissed and how he touched her. Their time together was short, but it wasn’t the first time that Apollo graced Lillian with his presence. He showed up when she was giving birth to their daughter and he came back every three years. Apollo, though he was a god, tried to be involved in his daughter’s life as often as he could. And though it was hard for Lillian because Apollo ruined other guys for her and she couldn’t really love any other man. Still, there was no doubt in her mind that the fact her daughter had a relationship with him was more than enough to quell her heartbreak. And it was for Vivian that knowing her father that shaped the girl into the kind of person she is now. Every three years, for a month, her father was around. Even when he wasn’t around physically, Apollo was there for her in other ways, too. Whenever she needed someone to talk to in her dreams, he was there. If she just needed to hear his voice, he’d talk to her in her mind. Vivian never cared that her father was a Greek God or whatever. She had grown up knowing that, but that didn’t matter. To her, he was her father - the light of her life and she was the light of his. Complicated or not, Apollo and his daughter Vivian have a relationship that is rare among the Godly Parents and their half-mortal children. The fact that Vivian knew about her Godly parentage early on made the moments that led up to her godly abilities manifest not all too surprising. The only thing that caught the chipper girl by surprise was around the time she turned sixteen that she was given the biggest blow to her life thus far when Apollo and her mother sat her down and said that she was going to be shipped off to a special place in New York called Camp Half-Blood. Confusion set in, but after a few more times, she understood. It was a place for others like her who had a god or goddess for a parent and this place protected them as they learned how to harness their new-found abilities. ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin 7, Apollo (God of oracles, healing, archery, music and arts, sunlight, knowledge, herds and flocks, and protection of the young) Y E A R S AT C A M P The current year will be her second year at camp. F A T A L F L A W Vivian’s fatal flaw is how she lacks self-confidence and confidence in her own abilities and worth as a quest team member. R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S Camper and occasional healer F O R M When at her strongest -- which is always in the afternoon -- Vivian’s body takes up a faint, golden glow. Her irises shine gold and white, her hair becomes more golden than it is, what would normally only be partial in regards to her powers, they become complete for a limited time. This form can only be possible during the summer, though, due to the sun being its hottest. It’s only triggered by extreme distress and/or a desperate need to protect. W E A P O N S Vivian has a shortsword named Aphelios, named for Vivian’s legacy. It was one of the first things gifted to her by her father via a vision sent to her by Apollo after she arrived at Camp Half-Blood. It is a shortsword with an elaborate and luxurious design whose hilt is encrusted with solid gold and rubies scattered throughout. The handguard is that of golden hawk wings, and the blade is a solid gold-like steel. In its hidden form, Aphelios takes the form of a similarly-designed pen, much like Percy Jackson’s weapon, but it is gold with a red thrust device A B I L I T I E S Vivian’s abilities include: Photokinesis, Vitakinesis, and partial precognition Detailed Explanation of Vivian’s Abilties ۞ Light of My Life — Partial Photokinesis ۞ As a daughter of Apollo, Vivian is able to produce and manipulate a magnificent light drawn from the sun itself. It can take many forms, shapes, and, of course, has used in both offensive and defensive, both of which Viv neither lacks nor specializes in one or the other. It reacts in accordance to her emotions. In that, when she has the sudden urge to protect, it will shine so brightly to the point of blinding those her heart may deem a threat to her or whoever has the benefit of being behind her. Alternatively, in the rare instance that Vivian may act - oh, let’s say hostile - towards an individual or a group of individuals, the light will not show mercy. It will continue until the enemy is dealt with accordingly. A blast upon blast, waves of immeasurable force, and a thinly-veiled aura enhancing her demigodly capabilities just to ensure the desire of Vivian's heart is accomplished. ۞ Listen to Me - Vitakinesis ۞ Vivian wouldn’t consider a master healer by any right. She knows her limits and can’t do much past minor wounds, but something she can do is let the sound of her quote-unquote “angelic” voice soothe those who hear it and they will find that a cut they’ve received from a fight or even a partially-broken bone will be completely healed in minutes. The thing about her healing abilities is, yes it is very much in early stages of development, but Vivian’s own insecurities sometimes doesn’t allow for her to have complete-optimization of her potential. ۞ I Can See the Light - Partial Precognition ۞ Like her father, Vivian can see into the future, but it is one, very inconsistent and two, never shows her more than a few seconds of a certain event. Her vision comes in the form of literal flashes of light and almost unprompted. She can be walking and she’ll get a blacking-out-like experience as she sees events of an event in the future for a maximum of five seconds. It could be from one day or a year at the time of getting them. Or it could be a few seconds. After she gets her visions, the knowledge is troubling and confusing, but Vivian gets plagued with headaches that only seem to go away when she sunbathes ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R As a lover of food (she adoreadoresadores blueberries and everything to do with them), Vivian can always be seen with others who enjoy cooking too (aka those amazing Children of Demeter). Or generally anyone who likes food. Whether it's listening to easy listening music or playing it, Vivian is all about music in every sense. Like, come on she's the daughter of Apollo. How could she not? Long, relaxing, destressing walks is Viv's aesthetic. Bonus points if it's with someone cute! Sundresses in the summer and late spring (and occasionally in autumn) is Viv's only choice of outfits. Defined jawlines make her swoon T H E M E S O N G Happy by Pharrel Face Claim • Lili Reinhart || Dialogue Color • Goldenrod/#daa520

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______________________________________	"If you need to ask yourself if you should be worried, remember: the calm comes before the rage."

Astrid Larsen, Daughter of Khione || New Blood Rises

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___________________________________ N A M E Astrid Livanna Larsen Ice Queen - She’s got a bit of a rep A G E June 21st, 18 G E N D E R Cis Female S E X U A L I T Y Bisexual - no lean and always looking ;) P L A C E O F O R I G I N Valley of Odin, Norway N A T I O N A L I T Y Norwegian E T H N I C I T Y Norweigian, Greek (from her mother) ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5'6" Weight: 125lbs Hair: Shoulder-length, light brown hair || Silver when Form is Activated with a whistling, smoky, icy aura Eyes: Dark brown || Icy Blue when Form is activated, looks like a crystallized sapphire stone Body Type: Slim, yet toned; has a firm, decent bust and a tight booty that's firm to the touch due to all those hours of training. Body Marks: Ears pierced, a scar along the left side of her neck from a rough training session. || Has The Sigil of Vidar tattooed on her neck. ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Astrid is single and isn't sure if she's looking or not. F A M I L Y Father: Aaren Larsen Mother: Khione, Goddess of Ice and Snow Sister: Issura Larsen (twin sister) L E G A C Y Vidar, Norse God of Vengeance P E T S Astrid doesn't do pets, but she is known to be quite friendly with her sister's wolf. With the exception of Issie, Lumi is the only one who is able to bring out Astrid's softer, compassionate side. ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Her sister - Astrid will kill for Issie. It's not an overexaggeration, either. She will bring down the fury of Khione and Boreas down on anyone who hurts her. ✔ Anything to do with winter; not so much because she likes snow angels or Christmas (she does but that's not the point). It's more to do with her feeling her most powerful during the coldest season. ✔ Christmas - something she shares with Issie. She might not go caroling (unless Issie begged her), but she will sure as shit rock out to the classics while drinking egg nog ✔ Violent video games and/or the implication of violence - fun fact! When she was injured, Astrid found out that she not only has a love for gory video games, but she gets a certain thrill from it. ...she might be a little unhinged ✔ Shaved ice - it helps that she can have it any time she wants hehe ✔ Training and/or working out - what can she say? She's a fitness buff. ✔ Getting absolutely shit-faced and making mistakes she might not be able to remember D I S L I K E S ✘ Hot seasons. She absolutely hates it with a passion because not only are they too hot, she doesn't particularly feel like she's her strongest ✘ Those unbearable children of Hephaestus. Nothing against them personally, but Astrid would much rather suffer through absolute zero temperatures than have to be around those fire-breathing dragons. ✘ Any pepper hotter than chipotle ✘ Anyone who hurts Issie or who she generally perceives as a threat to Issie ✘ Losing in any competition and it doesn't matter who beats her ✘ Pudding of all kinds. ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Protective → Confident → Uniquely Energetic → Focused → Unpredictable → Cold → Competitive → Confrontational Cold and otherwise intimidating, Astrid is the more aggressive Larsen twin. While she is absolutely capable of being kind and compassionate, she can also be very unforgiving, especially if you have wronged her in the pas, but especially if she has ever gotten the sense you hurt Issura in any way. Astrid's loyalty is similar to the Viking CLan she grew up in: she looks out for those she considers her own, or those who she considers to be worthy of her undying loyalty. It takes a lot to earn her trust because she doesn't let many in. You can chalk this off to her obviously personable self, but the truth is she's just very...protective. Take that with what you will. The truth is, between how she was raised and the influence her legacy, Vidar, has on her, Astrid has a sometimes twisted way of thinking and feeling. She's often been unforgiving when it comes to the slightest of inconveniences to her. Comments about her can be taken at face value and she might leave it alone, but then she might sit on it several days later and might go up to that same person and hit them in the face. Or she might kiss them. Or blast them with the fury of a Norwegian winter blizzard. Astrid has a very competitive spirt, too. If she knows she wins and loses fair and square, she'll leave it alone. But she suspects even an ounce of foul play, then run for the hills, because a nasty, petty side in Astrid comes out and it almost always ends up with violence, but in the cold, frosty way one might expect from a daughter of Khione, not in the Brandon son of Ares way. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y To be written ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin Twenty-Two - Khione, Greek Goddess of Ice and Snow Y E A R S AT C A M P 3 and 1/2 F A T A L F L A W Unpredictablity and holds a grudge like a motherfucker. R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S Ideally? Not a damn thing, but she's likely going to be some idiot's mentor or some shit like that, isn't she? W E A P O N S -Twin, one-handed axes -Leather armor || Dyed dark blue and silver with the silver being sowed down the middle in the form of an iron cross. It was gifted to her by her mother. -Claw Gauntlets || Crafted from a special iron ore found only in Asgard. The iron claws/blades retract when her rage is at its peak. Otherwise, they take the form of silver, iron bracelets worn on both of her wrists. It was gifted to her by her Legacy, Vidar. A B I L I T I E S From Khione: Cyrokinesis, Aerokinesis, Cyro-Aerokinesis, Heat Sensitivity, and Divine Form From Vidar: Partial Berserker's Rage - When her temper gets out of control, in a combo of demigod feats and a desire to avenge herself or others, Astrid will a semi-blinding rage. She is aware of what she is doing and is subject to some form of calming down, but she will be quick to anger and will attack first -- at least, more than she usually does. It only occurs when she feels truly wronged beyond reproach. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Speaks fluent Greek, Old Nordic, and French -- of which are results of her upbringing and what is in her DNA. Is on about 6 different medications Adderall and Ritalin for ADHD Risperidone, Quetiapine, and Clozapine for general psychotic tendencies Lithium for general mood-related disorders - like her rage Has a secret love for games of all kinds: video, board, and D&D Theme Song: Mad Hatter by Melanie Martinez || Face Claim: Danielle Panabaker | #9966cc/Amethyst

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______________________________________	"The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Damien Blake, Prince of the Underworld || New Blood Rises

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___________________________________ N A M E Damien Moses Blake A G E November 9th, 18 G E N D E R Cismale S E X U A L I T Y Pansexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N [London, England N A T I O N A L I T Y British-American E T H N I C I T Y English and Greek ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 6’0” Weight: 170lbs Hair: Naturally blonde with dark roots Eyes: Sapphire blue Body Type: Lean and toned || Damien works out and keeps on top of his training. Body Marks: In addition to the runes etched into his skin that is a visible reminder of his legacy, Damien also has a few tattoos: a skull on his left shoulder, a snake coiling around a sword, and the words “Fuck Hades” on his fingers (one letter per finger minus the left thumb). ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single for now F A M I L Y Mother Amelia Blake — Mother (Alive) Father Hades (King of the Underworld & Lord of the Dead) Siblings Erin Maree Chase (Older Half-Sister) Nico Di Angelo (Older Half-Brother; Camp Alum) Bianca Di Angelo (Older Half-Sister; Camp Alum) Hazel Levesque (Older Half-Sister; Camp Alum) Stepmother Persephone (Goddess of Vegetation) L E G A C Y Hecate (Goddess of boundaries, crossroads, witchcraft, and ghosts) P E T S Onyx, a black ceberus who has the visage of a black pit.. Damien always felt a certain pull towards those given bad reps and pitbulls are probably the most misunderstood of all dog breeds. || "A loyal partner-in-crime. He won't attack you if he doesn't perceive you as a threat to me. And he only attacks on my command." ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ His mother, stepmother, and legacy-mother. Let's just say, while Damien can't stand his father, the three women in his life mean the world to me. ✔ Anything rock and roll. This could range from the music, to bands, to lifestyle, to even the fashion. ✔ The original Coc-a-Cola. Yes, that means the one with a bit of cocaine in it. D I S L I K E S ✘ Hades - as if this needs any explanation. Damien hates his father with a passion. ✘ Excessively positive people. Not that he dislikes them personally, but too much positivity gives him indigestion. ✘ Mainstream pop music. Yes, he's aware this makes him a hipster. Yes, he's aware that it's popular for a reason. Still doesn't change the fact he can't stand the overproduced garbage. ✘ Church and most religions other than the religion of worshipping rock and roll. This has less to do with him being the son of the Greek Satan and more to do with his athetist-esque beliefs, which he is aware is ironic considering he's a demigod. ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Honest → Selectively compassionate → loyal →moderately antisocial → volatile (in good ways and bad) → spiteful → holds grudges Damien isn't one to always be forthright with how he really feels but he also isn't afraid to speak his mind should he feel the need to. He's pretty unpredictable in that way. Another fact about him is his tendency to hold onto grudges from years past. See, loyalty and trust has always been a rare thing for him. You can blame it on his father if you want (he sure as hell will), but he's been wronged so many times that Damien just doesn't have it in him to outright trust someone. But, if you can somehow manage to prove to him you're worthy of his trust, he'll give you loyalty in return. Break it and you'll find out just how much of his father's petty he really inherited. As a lover, Damien is somewhere between a passionate romance to someone who will make your exes jealous. And he doesn't mind being that for people. He's never been too picky when it came to whoever he boned. Honestly, he's never had a monogamous relationship in his life. Granted he's only 18, but the fact remains. He might be Hades' son, but one might venture a guess as to how much like Zeus he really is. Eh, probably too much if he gets around as much as he does. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Balance is the key to everything in the universe. For every action, there’s an opposite and equal reaction, right? For every good thing you do, it is often followed by a mistake of equal proportion. And just like that, for every Erin Chase, whose relationship with Hades, while not ideal, was decent, there is a Damien Blake, someone whose thoughts about Hades border on homicidal. And that’s on a good day. Damien’s contempt for Hades exceeds as far away from it centering around the King of the Underworld being an absentee father. Damien accepted long ago that Hades wasn’t going to be in his life in any traditional sense. He wouldn’t wake up to the smell of pancakes and his father reading the paper. He wouldn’t experience typical father-son moments like playing catch, talking about girls or why Donald Trump is a moron. Or argue with his father about why the latter supports Boris Johnson. If only it were that simple, right? Growing up in London, Damien always had to fend for himself. His mom, as much as she loved him, couldn’t prepare him for everything. Their neighborhood was one of the many bad ones that were filled to the brim with criminals and drug dealers and all kinds of unsavory types, but his mother Amelia Blake was always his rock. And until a point in his life when he couldn’t rely on her, she was the person who gave him the strength to be strong. The person who he knew would always make his bad days okay again. No matter what happened, Damien could always rely on her. But unbeknownst to him, Amelia had made a literal deal with the devil. But this devil wasn’t Lucifer Morningstar or even the other devil-like figures in the various mythologies. This devil was sly, handsome, and a real charmer (his mother’s words, obviously). But he was also a bitter, scarred bastard and forced Amelia into a deal: in exchange for allowing Damien to know his humane side, Amelia could raise Damien for a full decade. From birth to his tenth birthday, he was going to live with her, but after his tenth birthday, the clock ran out and he would be whisked away from her and live in the underworld with Hades, his father. This is why Damien hates his father. He stole him away from the only parent he ever gave a damn about. It didn’t matter if life in the underworld was different and objectively amazing (his father’s words), Damien never let up on his anger. From ten until fourteen, he lived in the underworld, but during those times - especially after the first two years - Damien made trouble for Hades. At some point, he imprisoned Damien as a bizarre form of being grounded. The only contact he had was with his stepmother, Persephone and Persephone’s close companion, Hecate. It was Hecate who Damien felt the most drawn to. Maybe it was his natural affinity towards the dark side of things or his anger, but throughout his time in the underworld, which that in itself must have made time go by a lot slower, because his time spent studying under Hecate, learning from her, and generally feeling like he was some kind of adopted child of hers -- okay, maybe he was more like a student -- there was no doubting that he and Hecate shared a bond. After a few years locked away in the underworld, Damien made a daring attempt in escaping. He knew Hades would be mad, but who the fuck cared about him, anyway? With the help of his Legacy, Hecate, she opened up a portal from the Underworld to Long Island, New York. It was the place where Camp Half-Blood was and it was the only place he could go to be truly safe from Hades. And he did. And for nearly four years, he had been at Camp Half-Blood. For nearly four years, Damien Blake has held onto the hatred for his father, vowing one day he would go back to the underworld and kill his father. And maybe, one day, take over the underworld for himself. Maybe it was a big dream, but someone had to do it, right? ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin 13, Hades (King of the Underworld) Y E A R S AT C A M P Technically, three and a half since he arrived on his fourteenth birthday, but the official record states it’s been four. F A T A L F L A W Holding onto grudges and his temper (when it comes to certain individuals). R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S W E A P O N S • Shadowhunter - two short swords imbued with magical runes (gifted to him by Hecate). The runes themselves enhance sharpness and accuracy, but mostly against mythological creatures that threaten Damien's safety. • Unnamed - A set of eight throwing knives that were forged at the Camp Half-Blood forge upon his request for ranged weapons. A B I L I T I E S Damien's abilities include: Necromancy, Umbrakinesis, Limited Pyrokinesis, and Rune Spellcraft Detailed Explanation of Damien's Abilties Necromancy: Due to being the son of Hades, which he may hate more than anything in the world, Damien cannot deny his powers, especially that of the dead. Like his siblings before him, Damien has a certain control over the dead such as reviving them, speaking with them, commanding skeletons to fight for him, or in his case, serve as his training dummies. Most of the dead souls and skeletons that Damien chooses to focus on are those who were warriors in their past lives. Since it's more than likely that he couldn't properly train against those who still live, Damien much prefers it this way. Making my Monster Grow!: Damien has the ability to raise dead souls (to an extent). And though he may be able to raise all sorts of souls of the deceased, his preference has always been those who were warriors in their past lives. And he, of course, can only revive a limited number, but since they do tend to serve a singular purpose, the amount of time they linger about is, of course, limited in a sense. I hear dead people: Damien has always had a somewhat unorthodox relationship with the dead. Due to this, his ability to hear them almost at any time he desired to, Damien could strike up conversations with the souls of the dead that might be in the process of crossing the Styx River or have been recently deceased. Though possible, talking to the dead across dimensions (i.e. those in the Underworld), does take just a little of added effort on his end. Nevertheless, there is something to be noted of his affiliation for the ghastly and strange. Umbrakinesis: As a child of Hades, Damien's affinity for darkness is apparent, he can control the darkness in most facets that are available to him. He can use it to travel in the shadows, bend it to cover his skin a protective layer of "shadow skin", as well as use it offensively in the forms of tendrils and bolts of darkness. Shredding Boundaries, man!: Damien's ability with the shared shadow travel his siblings have might be different than theirs. Of course, they all share the same principles, which is using their connection to the underworld and their father to travel using the shadows, but in Damien's case, his is more of a strategic usage. Since he himself, at his core, is a warrior. As such, not only does using it not tire him out as it would others who can use this ability, he does not use it to travel great distances but rather a few feet, though using it in rapid succession (more than 5 times in less than thirty seconds) would have the same effect on him as it would those who use it to travel across state lines. This is because he is also actively using other abilities in battle, so there is also that to consider. Shrouded in Darkness: Manipulation of darkness takes another form for Damien as he can wrap himself in the shadows that cover either parts of his body or its entirety depending on what he desires. It acts as a second layer or slightly harder skin that, to its touch, is like a smooth surface but can withstand multiple blows from steel. But as great as it is, if partially donned, then his other umbrakinesis-related abilities will be weakened equal to how much of his body is covered. If he choses to give all to his defense, then he won't be able to use any of his other umbrakinesis abilities. And donning it completely will gradually drain him over time. Spikes and other Things: Offensively, Damien can manipulate and generate darkness into tendrils that come from the ground with the intent to impale his desired target. And likewise, he can create bolts of dark energy that look like a blackened version of Zeus' lightning bolt and it may seem like that too, but when it hits, it's just condensed, dark energy that has high concussive force behind it. And depending on how much focus he puts into it, they will either have the power of a soft punch or that of a wrecking ball. Of course, both come with their drawbacks: weaker bolts and tendrils will be able to be used several times over until he is drained while those with the potnetial for higher damage output would drain him severely. Limited Pyrokinesis: Being the son of Hades makes his ability to create and manipulate hellfire a given, but Damien is not, as one might put it, a pyromaniac. As such, he is not so skilled in it. He can create fireballs and fire bolts, but as for the more complicated abilities, he does not have an inkling of potential there. Spellcraft: Call it a gift from the goddess that may have taken something of a special interest in Damien. Hecate imbued him with the knowledge of spellcraft, which he took and built upon it, focusing on offensive and battle-centric runes. Whether they are the battle runes that were engraved on his body (generally ones that enhance physical capabilities and accuracy), or on his Shadowhunter blades, Damien would consider himself very adept when it comes to general spellcasting. And one might even find that he's extremely grateful to Hecate for it, as he uses it frequently in battle. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Damien is an avid rocker, for which he isn't shy about announcing. He will obnoxiously play his favorite bands as loud as he can in his room. He has a particular fondness for thrash, punk, and any anti-authority/religion songs and bands. He's particularly fond of Slayer and Anti-Flag, as well as Black Veil Brides, Bullet For My Valentine, and Nevermore Damien is kind of a sore winner and loser, especially when it comes to sparring/training sessions. When he wins, he rubs it in the faces of those he beat. When he loses, he holds a grudge and is extremely petty, almost to the point of being a bit too aggressive in the rematch. Despite being part of the Hades Cabin, Damien feels more at home at the Hecate cabin, as well as occasionally enjoying the views the Aphrodite Cabin provides. Damien is always up for unsanctioned fights, which may or may not be why he goes seeking fights anywhere he can find them. T H E M E S O N G Temper Temper Face Claim • Jamie Campbell Bower || Dialogue Color • #6699cc

[Altered Tundra]

Jackson Drake || Heed the Call

"If you don't have an injury or two, you haven't truly lived!"

_{Jax/Jackson || 14 || Male}

Appearance Details

• 5'4"
• 120lbs
• Chestnut-colored hair || Spiky and usually a mess
• Amber-colored eyes
• A typical Jackson Drake outfit usually contains the following:
  
  • A hooded sweatshirt of some sort.
    
    • Sometimes with a single-colored t-shirt over it.
  • Blue jeans/pants or shorts
  • A camouflage headband that keeps his hair out of his face (a pet peeve of his)
  • Vans sneakers. Always.

Belongings

• Skateboard
• Backpack with some snacks and a few cans of dew
• Handheld camcorder to record him doing sick tricks on his board

Character Summary and Crest

Jackson Torvald Drake (yes that's his full name) has always been one to put one foot in front of the other, always one to not shy away from taking on things that would otherwise be deemed dangerous. And maybe that's why he embodies courage, because not showing any fear to new experiences has always been a part of who he is, as well as his upbringing.

Originally from Ridgewood, Utah, Jackson grew up in a fairly normal household. His father, John, is a mechanic and his mother Riley a waitress at the local diner. Understandably so, he never knew what it was like to come from a broken home. He grew up very close to his parents and they often were very supportive of his aspirations to become a professional skater. His father even bought him his first skateboard, to which he started at a very young age. It became his main focus and in his mind, that meant taking risks with tricks, setting up shots with his camcorder, and filming himself skating through places he might get into trouble for.

If Torvald wasn't his middle name, then having no fear certainly would be.

And that's just always been the kind of boy Jackson was. He never showed any fear because he didn't know what it was and still doesn't. He doesn't care what people think because he's never been genuinely hurt or heartbroken.

Digimon Partner

Sunamon → Goromon → Gotsumon → Golemon → Gogmamon → Blastmon

At his core, Gotsumon is a mischievous, cheerful-ish rock mon. He is often the first one to want to investigate a dangerous location and will more than likely do all that he can to get others to come with him. Much like his partner, though he means well, Gotsumon makes problems worse or causes them more frequently than he does in the effort to solve them. And like Jackson, Gotsumon is quick to anger and will always use his head in the literal sense. This, apparently, makes him the perfect Digimon partner for Jackson Drake.

[Altered Tundra]

Wesley Cross || Heed the Call

_{"It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance."}

^{Wesley || 14 || Male}

Appearance Details

• 5'3"/ 105lbs
• Pale skin but not unhealthily so
• Skinny, untoned body
• Black hair and greyish-blue eyes
• Wesley's has a somewhat relaxed take on formal wear for his every day outfit, though usually it contains a few of the following:
  
  • A buttoned-up T-shirt with a plain white or black shirt underneath
  • Slacks
  • Dress shoes for events and sneakers for everything else

Belongings

• A black backpack that contains his notebook and a few pens and pencils
• His camera that is always on his person due to his love for taking photos and having a passion for photography.

Character Summary and Crest

It's ironic that Wesley Alexander Cross becomes the digidestined to represent friendship when making friends is incredibly difficult for him. Despite this, there was one person who knew him the most.

Growing up in upper class London in a family that had wealth but also prestige, it was hard for Wesley to feel like he was recognized, but there was nobody who made him feel valid in a family where only the oldest mattered and who also saw him as someone who could do great things. This person was his older brother of three years, Sylvester. Sure, he had other siblings but they were younger. Sylvester was the one who he looked up to most. To his parents, Sylvester was the apple of their eye, the one who Simon and Yvonne could place all of their hopes and dreams on. Sylvester always encouraged Wesley to follow his passions, which always centered around photography. First with polaroids, which his brother gave him for his ninth birthday, and eventually giving him his first "professional" camera that the pros use.

Sylvester was his best friend and his hero.

So when Sylvester was taken from them suddenly, by an illness of unknown origin just three days shy of Wesley's eleventh birthday. It rocked the Cross family to its core, felt not only by his parents but his younger brother and sister, Benjamin and Cassandra. The biggest change of all, however, was not the emptiness that his passing left in their home, but Wesley becoming the focus of his parents expectations. Perhaps it was their way of coping with Sylvester's death, but it didn't change anything. Simon tossed him straight into the pit of more work than fun and Wesley's confidence was practically eliminated. He became something of an empty shell who didn't speak unless spoken to and became a well-mannered, almost timid boy, doing what his parents told him to (mainly his father). His mother gave him some leeway.

Thus why he was at summer camp. His mother persuaded his father to allow him to experience some fun, claiming balance was good for him or something. The only way he'd allow it, however, was if they temporarily relocated to Salt Lake City, which was roughly an hour away.

So, Wesley has that cloud looming over him.

Digimon Partner

Pururumon → Poromon → Hawkmon → Aquilamon → Silphymon → Valkyrimon

At his Digicore, Hawkmon represents everything that Wesley could be: confident, able to speak up without being addressed, and sure of himself. But they also share a certain genuine compassion for those close to them. Hawkmon is an assuring bird-type Digimon who always makes calculated decisions based on what's best in the given situation. That being said, he is also fiercely protective over those closest to him and if they are in danger, regardless of the size of said danger, he will do everything in his power to defend them from it - which sometimes can lead to a sliver of impulses taking over.

[Altered Tundra]

Jade Taylor || Edenridge: Book I - The Return

_{"She was all the seven deadly sins."}

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𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙚

Willow Jade Taylor

𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨

Just Jade. She hates her first name and absolutely hates its origin.

𝘼𝙜𝙚

19, December 1st

𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧

Cisfemale, She/Her

𝙎𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮

Labels are stupid. Jade likes whoever the fuck she wants to.

𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙨

Single with no plans of changing that in the long-term sense.

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𝘼𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝘿𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙨

▸ HEIGHT : | 5'8"
▸ WEIGHT : | 125lbs
▸ ETHNICITY : | German-American
▸ HAIR COLOR : | Blonde.
▸ EYE COLOR : | Bluish-Green.
▸ MODIFICATIONS : | Ears pierced and a tatt of clipped angel wings on her right inner-wrist.

Jade has been described as having what’s called a “pear body” with measurements that do not make her too skinny but nowhere near curvy. She works out on the regular, which may attribute to her lean build and tight features (stomach, buttocks, legs, etc). Her skin is nowhere near flawless. She does tend to keep her blonde hair unkempt, but she has a preference of looping it into a single ponytail. And aside from a slightly angled jawline and the sometimes heavy application of make-up, Jade is relatively above average as far as her natural looks go. Her genes have gifted her with being pretty and that’s honestly the only thing that can be said about that.

When it comes to her style, there’s something to be said about how Jade can make an outdated look appear to be stylish. For her, sometimes being sexy and being comfortable are one in the same. She generally likes to dress lowkey but with a flavor or two added from the grunge style. This usually translates to some generic tops, flats, jean shorts/pants, dresses often paired with a jacket of some sort, skirts with thigh-high socks, fishnet stockings, flannel shirts if she’s feeling it, and, of course, beanie knit caps for when she can’t be bothered to do her hair in the morning. Example of her style.

𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮

There’s a lot to be said about Jade as a person. On the surface, she appears to hold herself with confidence. Dressing the way that she does and not giving a fuck about what anyone might think takes a lot of balls and even more confidence to support the weight of the world that she carries on her shoulders. It might not seem like it, but even at the age of nineteen, Jade has seen more trauma in her life than anyone her age should. Because she hasn’t let it drown her is even more reason that she has a strong will to survive.

First impressions with Jade always seem to go as well as they possibly could. She’s a friendly girl and has just enough of a down-to-earth personality that doesn’t make her boring (which she is anything but), yet it doesn’t make her too overbearing. Her usually chill demeanor always serves as a gesture for people to befriend her. It’s when they see she’s got a chip on her shoulder and a bit of an edge/anger problem that might be a problem later. Being friends with Jade, however, does guarantee that she’ll fight for you at any given moment she senses people might cause a problem for her friends. She’ll defend that person or those people until she dies. Another thing that attracts people to Jade is how "easy" she is to get along with, though the reasons for that underneath are...complicated.

Just as there is an upside to Jade’s overall persona, the biggest downside boils down to two things: her temper and recklessness. Maybe she’ll punch a few people, maybe Jade will do something a little more than what some normal people call “obeying the law". She will smoke, drink, do drugs, and sleep with anyone she wants to. That kind of reckless behavior has been about a year in the making and, if recent actions are any indicator, Jade is just getting started.

𝘽𝙞𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙮

_{tw. shitty parents, alcohol, drugs, controversial opinions}

In the entirety of Willow Jade Taylor's life, there have been two Charlies who, in their own ways, made an impact on her that couldn't be shaken off even if she went to some kind of camp in the backwoods of the Midwest.

Born to a drunk and a junkie, ones who would much rather find their next score or figure out creative ways to acquire money to get their next high, Jade didn't know parental stability until her mother's brother, who most around Edenridge scowled at for his association with the Fallen Angels Motorcycle gang, stepped up when literally nobody else would. Charlie Taylor was the closest thing Jade had to a father, but to her he would always be Uncle Charlie. Though he had a day job as a mechanic, the rumors of him actually being high up in the Edenridge Charter of the Fallen Angels Motorcycle gang repeatedly became an issue for Jade - what, with the cops always hovering about. Still, she never seemed to care because, even though he did illegal things, especially as she grew older, Jade's view of the world became fixated on one important thing.

Despite Charlie dividing his focus from a legitimate job and whatever he did for the Fallen Angels, he was home every night. He helped her with her homework (of what he could), and he was there for her.

Charlie Taylor was there for Jade. No amount of rumors coming at her like a punch in the gut or tragedy could ever make her see Charlie as anyone but the only parental figure in her life that she gave a damn about and that gave a damn about her.

Maybe because of the person her uncle was and how he never, never saw her as the hopeless child of two useless parents, two people who never should have been parents to begin with, that also instilled values in her. Actually, Jade knows it's because her uncle was such a champion for the loners, for those who always were the butt of everyone's jokes, talk of the town -- whatever have you -- that were directly carried over and passed down to Jade.

And maybe that's why she felt a certain...kinship with another Charlie, but this one wasn't rugged and didn't have a dope Harley. He was named Charlie Decker and he was someone Jade considered a friend. Despite what he did. Despite the terrible thing he did, that never changed.

And for the two tragedies that her class felt, Jade was more affected by that than Alison Davies' overdose. Maybe it was due to the fact that she didn't know Alison outside of occasional hellos in the hallway. But with Charlie? There was something there. Jade always felt a bit protective over him and she had always meant to hang with him, have lunch with him, walk with him to the bus stop or to his house before she caught a ride home to the one-bedroom home she lived at with her uncle.

But over the years, like all things in life, Jade drifted into different circles. Between trying to focus on her studies and not failing and actually, you know, not trying to completely suffer in the hell of being the girl from the other side of town attending the quote-unquote "good school", Jade unintentionally became one of the many people that forgot about Charlie. But she didn't. She never forgot about him. Charlie became a part of her and whenever she heard her friends shit on him, she came to his defense.

And then it happened. In a blink of an eye, the kid that most shrugged off as quiet and timid and a nobody became a somebody. To some, he became the monster that would haunt their nightmares while some would forever remember him as the kid that got what he deserved in the end. To Jade, however, he was still the friend who shared her same morbid humor. To her, he was someone that she saw as the little brother she never had.

And she was left forever confused and conflicted about how she should feel about her friend. Those who lost someone at his hands hated him while the rest either were scarred by his actions or happy he met his end. And on some level, she understood this. But at the same time, Jade couldn't help but feel that maybe if someone had reached out, then he wouldn't have resorted to this. That maybe if she reached out sooner, he wouldn't have become another shooter who met his end via police gunfire.

And while most have moved on or healed, for an entire year, Jade remained in Edenrdige, remained in a numb stasis-like state where she spent the entirety of her first year after high school, which she barely graduated mind you, smoking, snorting, and fucking her year away. Anything she could to numb away her pain and confusion, Jade took it. And in that year, her uncle got arrested for weapons charges and was to spend five years in prison.

What happy year she's had, huh?

𝙁𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮

_{Cameron John Müller 👠 Father 👠 43 👠 Unemployed (occasional mailman) || FC: Baron Corbin
Whitney Joss Müller (nee. Taylor) 👠 Mother 👠 42 👠 Unemployed (occasional waitress) || FC: Maria Brink
Charlie Wayne Taylor 👠 Uncle and only person worthy to be considered a parent 👠 38 👠 Mechanic for the Edenridge Fallen Angels MC 👠 FC: Corey Taylor}

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👠 Jade is a chain smoker and has a preference for Marlboro Red 100s. She usually goes through five packs a week depending on her stress level.
👠 She lives in the same apartment she's lived in since she was seven.
👠 Jade's been driving her uncle's Shorttail Cruiser ever since he's been locked up and serves as her main mode of transportation.

[Altered Tundra]

Marco Castillo-Brady || Edenridge: Book I - The Return

Have you ever seen the rain coming down on a sunny day? — Creedence Clearwater Revival

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Marco Castillo Brady

𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨

• Mac
• Marc
• Castle (From Lanie)
• Chubs (from his "Friends" on PSN)

𝘼𝙜𝙚

19, September 22nd

𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧

Cisgendered Male

𝙎𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮

Bisexual - No lean

𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙨

Single

𝘼𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝘿𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙨

By looking at him, you might not assume that Marco is half-Mexican. But he is. His light features are mainly inherited from his father’s Scot-Irish ancestry, especially when you look at the two of them side by side: the pointed nose, the triangular jawline, and, of course, the blue eyes. The slight freckles and his dark hair, which comes with fine threads signaling great genes when it comes to hair, seem to be a mix of both as both Colin and Marlena have excellent hair even at their age.

Another thing that Marco has going for him that’s more his father than not is his athletic build and height. Before his injury, he had a body made for nearly all sports, which he, of course, dabbled in because one, he loves moving around and getting under the sun, but he was also really good at it. Though, in a post-injury life, Marco no longer has retained his athletic feature. Since being injured, Marco has put on roughly about twenty-five pounds. His cheeks are slightly pudgy, he has a small double chin growing. His body looks less athlete and more Andy Dwyer from Parks and Recreation (but not as pudgy).

Before he was injured, you might've caught Marco wearing his football soccer letterman jacket with a pair of jeans (or shorts depending not the season), a knit cap if it was chilly, and some version of a t-shirt with a wacky design on it. His style was very much about comfort as it was style. But ever since he was shot and didn't have any reason to dress like he smiled (at least as much as he used to), Marco has since ditched the style aspect in favor of full comfort. He hasn't touched his letterman jacket since that day. And he mostly wears sweatpants around the house while jeans are more than sufficient for him for his everyday choice of pants whenever he goes outside. He has stuck to single-color shirts (both short sleeve and long). The knit caps have stayed, however, though mainly to hide how long his hair has become in recent months.

𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮

To his friends and even those who might not know him on a personal level, Marco is a positive ray of sunshine. He leaks confidence but never in his life has he ever been known for arrogance. And that’s because he had a firm hand growing up in the form of his father and mother always making sure he remained humble and grateful for every opportunity he was given. HIs often gentle nature is likely a large part of why he’s never had an enemy in his life. Sure, there are those who might find his whole aura to be a bit much, but that’s just who he is.

Marco is also extremely loyal and enjoys having fun. Between corny jokes and pranks (though nothing too excessive), you might find Marco being as lively as he can, living for the moment and seizing every single one that comes to him.

If there is anything to say that might hint at a downside it’s that Marco sometimes lets himself live too much in the moment. Ever the dream-chaser, Marco follows his heart and, though he doesn’t like to show it, this has led to him getting rejected a few times. He hates letting himself be seen as sad because he feels it’s his obligation to provide everyone with a smile and that pressure, in addition to everything else, has often weighed on him. And maybe more so in a post-shooting life when most of his light has faded.

Some days, Marco finds it difficult to keep up a smile when he’s by himself.

𝘽𝙞𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙮

Marco’s life has always been defined by a great calm that is immediately disrupted with a Cat-10 Hurricane that wrecks everything good in his life.

The first was how his parents met.

Both of them told me the story when I was maybe twelve or so. It came about because I wanted to know why we were moving from house to house. And when I finally came to know my parents’ wild as-fuck tale, it was like those Soaps my cousin Sinead watched when we were living in Dublin.

So apparently, back when dad wasn’t so...well-rounded as he is now and mama wasn’t so stern and worried about me getting into danger, they both were a bit wild. They never went into vivid details, but Dad was a detective in Phoenix and got caught doing something. He met mom somehow and they did things. With Each other. Abeluo, who apparently wasn’t so happy about this, did some things he has since apologized for, which thank Christ because I couldn’t imagine not going to his ranch every summer. That’s the fucking best!

Anyway, where was I? Okay, so they went on the run while I was still riding shotgun in my mama’s...you know, they fled to Ireland. And for about a decade (give or take) we lived there and, in Spain. Some time later, somehow, we found ourselves in Patriots Country.

I’m telling you, my life is enough to make a few poorly-reviewed books that would be a hit on Wattpad or something, possibly even with a few Netflix adaptations.

After years on the run and especially isolating themselves from Emilio Castillo, not only did he stop pursuing them after so long, but slowly but surely, the damaged relationships began to repair themselves. Though the Castillo-Brady family settled in Edenridge, Massachusetts, a sort of small town just outside of Boston, Marco and his family had their Abuelo in their lives. But the money and the dangers of the cartel life, the forced exile from their hometown -- all of it was laid to rest.

With Colin back as a detective with the Boston PD and his mother the owner of a beauty salon, Marco has not only enjoyed stability from age thirteen and onward, but his parents have made enough money to make it so he could pursue his athletic dreams, which of course was playing American Soccer AKA Football. He did so every year of high school at Edenridge. Marco always had dreams of playing professional Football (real football, not what Americans call Football). His dream was to play for Ireland, since he is technically an Irish citizen.

But all of his dreams were ripped away from him the minute one of Charlie Decker’s bullets hit him in his right ACL.

Marco has always blamed himself. He’s always been something of a one-tracked mind kind of person. When he was doing something he enjoyed, Marco lost track of time and that’s exactly how he didn’t hear the school bell that morning nor the warning bell. He was out in the soccer field practicing for the upcoming game they had against Pinehurst High the Saturday of that week. He had his airpods in his ears, Ozzy Osbourne’s Crazy Train (one of his father’s favorites) blaring in his ears.

He just didn’t hear it. The sound of the gunshot was muffled by the heavy metal guitar riffs, but when he was on his stomach, screaming in pain, he saw Charlie walk past him and froze.

And ever since then, Marco hasn’t been the same. Healing from the injury and rehab aside, the part of Marco Brady that brought smiles and laughs to everyone in the room. The kind of guy that would bring even the weird kids in for an accepting hug died with any hopes that he had of playing pro or going to college.

Marco can walk and he’s fine now, but he isn’t the same.

And you know what? Maybe he never will be.

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Emilio Julio Luis Castillo || 70 || Abuelo || Retired Cartel Don || Face Claim: Danny Trejo
Colin Shawn Brady || 44 || Father || Boston PD Detective || Face Claim: Brett Dalton
Marlena Alejandra Castillo-Brady || 37 || Mother || Owner of Tresses Salon || Face Claim: Ana Brenda Contreras
Emiliano Gabriel Castillo-Brady || 18 || Younger Brother || Recent Graduate of Edenridge High || Face Claim: Jake T. Austin
Marcela ALejandra Castillo-Brady || 16 || Younger Sister || Junior at Edenridge High || Face Claim: Danna Paola
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Adrian Gabriel Castillo || 44 || Uncle || CFO of Castillo Cosmetics || Face Claim: Jay Hernandez
Mateo Francisco Castillo || 37 || Uncle || Stand-up Comedian || Face Claim: Michael Pena

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👨‍🍳 To the dismay of his grandfather, Marco does not refer to Soccer by that name. The blame for this rests solely in his time being raised in Ireland and Spain and his eventual love for European teams versus being for Mexico

👨‍🍳 As one might imagine, not only does he have friendly heated debates with his abuelo and younger sister about the actual term, but Marco always roots for Ireland during the world cup and things can get quite tense.

👨‍🍳 Marco and his younger sister and brother spend their summers with their Abuelo Emilio in Phoenix, Arizona.
👨‍🍳 Marco is a Virgo-Libra cusp.
👨‍🍳 Marco cooks frequently and it has especially helped him through the rehabilitation process and the terrible bouts of depression he occasionally suffers from.

👨‍🍳 Pancakes are his go to comfort food

👨‍🍳 Marco has always had intense crushes on both classmates of his and celebrities and his current big celebrity crush is Meaghan Easterling, a weather girl who lives in California, though rightly so, everyone just calls her Peach. This is no doubt due to her round curves and you can bet that Marco swoons over her anytime he gets to watch her broadcast (much to the annoyance of Marcela).
👨‍🍳 When Marco isn’t cooking, he can be found on PSN and Steam as MacAttack, where he obsessively plays MOBAs of all sorts - including League of Legends, on which he is as "ThePancakeMan"

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Mikhail Zima || Edenrdige: Book I - The Return

_{“It's my rule never to lose my temper till it would be detrimental to keep it.” ― Seán O'Casey}

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Mikhail Aleksandr Zima

𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨

💣 Mika - Common nickname || Responds to it the most
💣 Mickey - Common nickname || Friends and Second fam call him it || Responds to it also; won’t have any problems with it
💣 Michele - Playground name || Used to taunt him || Only call him this is if you wish to breath blood from your nose
💣 “Honey Badger - Street Name || Serpents will refer to him by it || He has this name for his tendency to not give a fuck and his bold behavior
💣 HB - Derived from his street name, also a common nickname || If you know him by Honey Badger, this is often used to get his attention || Doesn’t care if you call him by it

𝘼𝙜𝙚

20, May 1st || Taurus

𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧

Cismale, He/Him

𝙎𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮

Heteroflexible, though heavily leans towards female

𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙨

Single unless something serious comes along

𝘼𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝘿𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙨

▸ HEIGHT : | 5'11
▸ WEIGHT : | 165lbs
▸ ETHNICITY : | Russian-English (father’s side); Irish-American (other’s side)
▸ HAIR COLOR : | Dark Brown.
▸ EYE COLOR : | Deep set blue eyes
▸ BODY TYPE: | Athletically toned || Muscular-leaning
▸ MODIFICATIONS: | Mickey has his ears pierced, a scar on the back of his head from his younger years

There’s something to be said about how Mika looks equally like both of his parents. From the deep set eyes he shares with his father (and equally with his brother, Viktor) to the dark-rooted dirty blonde hair that is so clearly a perfect blend of his father’s natural blonde hair and his mother’s dark mane, he embodies them both in almost every single way that counts. And with an athletic body that has origins in being raised to be fit as early as he possibly and physically could, it has further evidence in his eventual progression into athletics and self-defense. The way his muscles are toned now, though with the additive of various scars throughout his body, it is clear to anyone that Mika not only continues to exercise, but he does it to the point where every inch of his body is toned to his preference.

Comfort is easy when you live on the Southside. Cheap and affordable is probably what motivates Mika’s fashion sense, because a lot of what he wears might be found at the thirst store down the block from where he lives. Sweatshirts, long-sleeve shirts, jeans of varying shades of blue and brown and black and green -- all of it might seem mundane and boring, but aside from the occasional splurge of a special shirt he might like, most of what’s found in Mika’s closet has come at an affordable price. And you can’t say that he doesn’t rock it. Though, he’ll be the first to admit that he might overpay for the copious amounts of aviator sunglasses he owns. Let’s cop that one out to it being an addiction.

𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮

Protective || Compassionate || Initially Kind || Bold & Brazen || Fearless || Confident (when comfortable) || Loyal || Guarded || Tempermental || Self-Sabotaging || Selfish (un/intentional) || Aggressive (when provoked) || Unforgiving (when wronged) || Sees red (when pissed)

Understandably so, Mikhail grew up being torn between two sides. And like the Irish Martini that makes up the two sides of his family, one being the Irish side that is full of red-hot tempers and loyalty for one's own beyond anything that anyone who doesn't know it can't possibly understand it; the irish side that has been the foundation for many moments of blinding red and vulnerable moments with his sisters and mother; the Irish side that has filled him with as much love as it has with uncontrollable fits of rage and misguided protection, often leading Mikhail with the intention to do good but somehow missing his mark.

And then there's the bitterness of his father's end. His father, whose world was filled with so much darkness and toxicity. Like the Chernobyl sight that is radioactive and can be triggered at any moment, so is the way his father's darkness influenced him. The constant need to prove himself, constant need to feel like he could stand up to his older brother, that he wasn't a pussy in comparison. That need birthed not really an identity or anything in the like, but it gave name to his anger. All the frustration from how he felt about his father in both the way he was rarely there and when he was, it was always to instill negativity in his mind, Mika always felt so angry and no matter how angelic the presence of his family was, the demons of his father and of how he found himself in control only when he fought, that's when the name Honey Badger was given to him, because it was not something that was born from trauma but rather, HB was the name given to the uncontrollable rage, the fire that could not be quelled no matter how much love was given.

And that's the brutal truth about Mika. When you meet him, unless there is a reason why he doesn't like you, he'll smile. You'll see someone pleasant, maybe even crack a joke or two, and he will be as polite as you are to him. He is the kind of guy that firmly believes in being treated how you treat others, but give him a reason to punch you and he'll show you no mercy. Hurt his sisters? He'll kill you. Insult his family? You'll have a black eye to go with your broken nose. Disrespect him in a way that comes off as more than just a joke? Your shin is gone.

See, inside, Mikhail is twisted up. There is an internal struggle to balance the goodness his mother instilled in him and the demons that eat at him every night and sometimes, externally, this makes him difficult to deal with.

𝘽𝙞𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙮

The origins of the South Side's Honey Badger might hold elements of stereotypes and cliches within them. His father, Ivan Zima, came to be a prominent figure in the Russian Mafia and his particular group was based out of New York City, but specifically, Brooklyn, though Ivan had connections all throughout the entire Northeast, but specifically, he has notable connections within the South Boston area.

Actually, that is where his wife, Mary-Anne Joanna is from. His wife of nearly thirty years, who hails from Edenridge, a community/neighborhood in South Boston. Actually, she is the black sheep of one of Edenridge's founding families. Her's is O'Hara and she first met her would-be husband when he was in Edenridge so many years ago. He was brokering a deal with Reynaldo Gonzalez and Jerry West, the then President of the Fallen Angels MC. It was part of a longstanding agreement that would benefit all three parties -- something that Charlie Taylor honored when he took over five years after the fact.

But during this early time was when a young troubled girl who found herself attracted to the dangers of the gang life entranced by a dashing, young-ish Ivan Zima. With his charming wit, bravado, gorgeous locks of golden hair, and how shockingly attractive he was, the two clicked instantly. She was only twenty-one at the time, but soon they began seeing each other. It wasn't long before Mary found herself enticed by him and addicted to his company that her relationship with her family was strained and when Ivan came to town one last time when he left, so did she.

Their life together has spawned throughout the 90s, 2000s, and 2010s. It was never perfect and that was because of his job. He only talked to her about it only so briefly, but she never questioned it because she was in love. And she loved the family they had. Together, Ivan and Mary had four beautiful children. Viktor, Mikhail, Katya, and Anastasia. Viktor, being the oldest, was probably the most difficult and their youngest were great in their own regard, but Mika was probably the only one who got an equal share of light and darkness from his parents.

Mika, he grew up never knowing which end of the scale he should lean. All his life, his father, who most of the time wasn't even around, but when he was, Mika was always second-choice. Viktor was the older brother whose shadow loomed over him. Viktor was Ivan's favorite and sometimes, Ivan made sure Mika knew that. And that always made him feel inferior to his brother. And maybe in a way, that made him bitter, and sometimes that bitterness exploded in conflicts with his classmates. Sometimes it exploded by him getting into fights; and sometimes, though he never meant for it to happen, these fights caused some kids to be hospitalized.

See, Mika grew up with a lot of imbalance in his life. But what seemed to always center him and make him smile were two things. The first being, of course, was his mother and sisters. There had been times when he was reduced to tears, where his insecurities made him punch walls. At times, it got so bad that his sisters and mother couldn't get through to him, but eventually, they did. Their light eventually outshined what his father and brother tried to do to him.

Correction. Their light outshined what Ivan and Viktor thought they succeeded in doing, but it didn't last. For a while, he found a balance.

And then, after something terrible that happened during one of his bad episodes, which as one could imagine, when someone insulted his mother so badly that he exploded his fist into their face, red streams pouring out of several cuts, Mika didn't even consider that the kid he beat up and nearly killed was the son of one of his father's rivals. And he never anticipated that the retaliation would result in one of their cars in their parking lot being blown to smithereens.

And in a rare showing of compassion, Mika saw the genuine fear and worry in his father's eyes. Somewhere in the pits of his soul, Mika thought that his father was only worried about his daughters and mother. Maybe that's why he sent Katie and Stacy to live with their aunt on the northside and why Mika was sent to live with the second thing that centered him: his godfather, Rey Gonzalez.

Some deep-rooted fear took hold and it was a while before Mika found himself comfortable. A lot of the same incidents recurred, but there was a difference. For the first time, he wasn't overlooked. Sure, Rey had a son that was close to his brother, Viktor's age, but even that was different. Rey was there when Mika finally felt comfortable enough to reach out. Rey was there to straighten him out when he needed to be. And when he wasn't, his son Rey Rey brought him out of the red bubble he locked himself in and Mika came to actually love his new home.

And when Rey Rey was otherwise occupied, then Aleyda, Rey Rey's little sister, was there for him too. They were around the same age, so that was something different for Mika to adjust to. He never thought he'd have a sister that was closer to his age than not, but there was something about her that was different. Maybe it was how honest she always was with him. In the beginning, of course, Mika always was peeved and annoyed whenever she spoke her piece about this or that, but over time, which of course coincided with his own comfort with his family, he came to seek it. Even after all these years, she still told it to him how she saw it. It was always something that Mika appreciated.

When Mika embraced Edenridge, he began the journey of having a normal life. He made friends, he joined the football team, he dated and fucked around with some hot girls. He went to parties both on the northside and in his own backyard. And hell, maybe one could say he was in love at one point.

But like with all things in his life, there were things that tested his resolve. He made mistakes both personal and not and, though he didn't know when eventually he would have to face them like the man that Mary-Anne and Rey Gonzalez raised. Ivan Zima wasn't a father to him anymore. Honey Badger made sure of that.

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Zima Family

<sub>Ivan Vladinov Zima AKA "Baba Yaga'' || Father || 56 || Businessman, Arms Dealer, Brigadier for the New York Bratva || Father and main source as to why he has anger problems || Face Claim: Paul Bettany — Ivan lives up to the name. Often dubbed Ivan the Terrible, Ivan the Ruthless, Ivan the guy-you-don't-want-to-fuck-with, in his professional life, he takes no prisoners. A captain -- or Brigadier -- with the Russian Mob, otherwise known as the Bratva, his responsibilities have always been about running jobs that better further the organization's influence amongst cops and politicians and the governing forces, as well as those from the old country. But as a father, Ivan switches into someone less of a monster. Baba Yaga isn't near this at all. Ivan Zima, he raised his four children with a mixture of bias and imbalance. But in a specific way, his sons, Viktor and Mikhail, grew up in a very toxic masculinity way. One embraced while the other struggles to endure.

Ivan never saw how he raised his boys as anything bad, but of course, he would have to be around to notice the effects. Nevertheless, he is such an arrogant and conceited, not to mention narcissistic, man that what he sees and what is the truth are two completely different things. Sure, the way he made his money provided his family with a life they couldn’t complain about -- not realistically, at least (again another thing from his perspective), but at what cost does that come at? The impression one has of you, of course. And unless you’re talking about Viktor, the only one who actually likes Ivan as a father, the general opinion of Ivan is that he’s scum. Though, his wife, for all of her positives, still seems to be very much in love with him.

Especially what he did when it really mattered. Too bad Mika can only see through the good to realize that.

Mary-Anne Joanna Zima (nee. O'Hara) || Mother || 52 || Housewife, Jewelry Designer, The Woman behind the Boogeyman || Face Claim: Raquel Weisz — Mary-Anne is a proud, Boston woman. Fire runs through her veins almost as obvious as the nurturing, loving mother that she is that has almost single-handedly raised four children. To her husband's associates, she might just be "The wife", often serving the men their drinks and whatnot, but it is not what both Ivan and everyone else in the Zima household knows. Though she might be the black sheep of the O'Hara family, specifically for the attraction she's always had for danger, Mary-Anne is the life and soul of the Zima Family. Ivan relies on her when he needs someone he can trust all of his stress with and her kids, they know love because of her. Her twin daughters know a firm, yet gentle hand because Mary-Anne raised them the same way she came up: like queens but knowing when to not take shit. And her sons knew how to respect women even if the world might tell them differently. Viktor may not have absorbed those lessons as much as he should have, but Mika did. And he tried to balance it with the excessive amount of counterproductiveness that came from the other elements in his life.

But what remained a fact was that Mary-Anne, despite all the darkness in their lives, remained the light to guide even her kids that embraced too much of the evils of the world they were born into.

A side note but certainly worthy of knowing is that Mary-Anne is a jewelry designer whose works include various deals with Macy’s and Sears across the northeast. They are affordable, yet stylish. She also designs premium bracelets for more luxurious clients, though ever since her family had to split up, she hasn’t done any of that.

Victor Maxx (born Viktor Maxim Zima) || Older Brother (full) || 28 || Banker, Gangster, Money Launderer || Face Claim: James Norton — Some say Victor is the very embodiment of what it means to be a son of Ivan Zima: confident, business savvy, intelligent, ruthless, charming, but he is also conniving, deceitful, and a pathological liar. He is a literal snake who only does things that benefit him. And that’s just when it comes to business. Personally, he is a bastard. Growing up, Mika always experienced cruel torture from his older brother. Victor always saw it as “toughing” the boy up, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Deep down, Victor never liked Mika. He always thought he was too soft. He thought he was unworthy of the life he was given and always made damn sure to remind Mika of it.

And when he graduated from Harvard Business School, Victor rubbed that in his brother’s face, too, essentially reminding him he was the only one that mattered. Even to his sisters, Victor was a bastard. Maybe that’s why Victor is the true essence of what it meant to be Ivan Zima’s heir. He inherited everything bad about the man, which makes Mika glad that he is all the way off in England where he isn’t Mika’s problem (and hasn’t for a few years now).
Katya Sophie Zima/Katie Čapek & Anastasia Svetlana Zima/Stacy Čapek || Younger Sisters (full; also twins) || 17 & 17 || Seniors at Edenridge High School || Face Claims: Kathryn Newton (Katie) & Kristine Froseth (Stacy) — If Mika and Viktor/Victor represent the darkness of the Zima-O’Hara family, then Katya and Anastasia represent the light. Everything good that Ivan and Mary-Anne possess was so clearly passed down to their twin daughters. And rightly so. They have always been shielded from the horrors of their father’s job and what he does to provide. Or at least they were for most of their life. OF course, they came to understand the complexities of their life, yet they had the maturity and understanding to not let it effect them where it really mattered. They are extremely close with Mika and even somewhat close with their eldest brother, Victor. But they are also extremely close with their mother. Honestly, if there was one person who they’d die for, it’s her and as obvious as a neon sign, that’s a two way street.

The complex upbringing they had was only heightened by the almost biblical elements behind just how much like their parents they are. And it’s almost inversed to how they look, too. Katie, who many say is the spitting image of her father both in the way her face rounds, but with her naturally blonde hair and blue eyes, but it’s the stubborn pride and refusal to accept no as the only answer that she embodies from her mother. And she has used it to the best of her abilities. But likewise, one could say that it’s led to many problems both when she was growing up and when she and her twin were sent to live with their aunt. She always clashed and even got to the point in which Katie found herself seeking a validation of being heard that only the debate team could provide. Her opinions, which contrast her upbringing, has been very anti-violence, very anti-oppression. She leans heavily to the left on the political spectrum and wants to become a lawyer when she graduates college. She is well on her way to being accepted to Yale. She just needs to ace the upcoming school year and she just might do it.

On the other end of the spectrum, there’s Stacy. Compared to her opinionated twin, she is more mild-mannered than Katie. She has a prim and very regal like personality that many in the Zima-O’Hara family question where she got it, but the truth is that, out of all, her and Mika probably have the same core personality (if we ignore Mika’s temper and all the other shit that plagues him). She is the one who looks most like Mary, though compared to Mary’s almost-black hair, it’s clear her father’s lighter shade influenced the way she appears, what with the auburn shade she has. But she has blue eyes just like her twin. But unlike her twin, she is somebody who doesn’t have any interest in politics or anything about it. It’s not that she doesn’t care, but she’s much too busy with cheerleading. And maybe it is something not as important (coming from Katie), but Stacy feels it’s just as important and it shouldn’t invalidate her opinion. She is quite honestly somebody that is passionate about cheerleading, having been someone who has trained in gymnastics for nearly all of her life, she feels that she can have a real career in it some day and hopes to make the squad of a professional team. Her dream is to make it on the New England Patriots squad, though really any professional team would be more than enough.</sub>

Gonzalez Family

_{Reynaldo “Big Rey” Gonzalez || 60 || Adoptive Father/Godfather || Retired Gang Member || Face Claim: Jimmy Smits — ”Big Rey might be the hardened criminal and sure, he’s certainly equal parts bark and bite, but this man -- yeah, he took me in. Sure, it was because my old man asked him to, but he could have said no, ya know? He could have told Ivan to fuck off, but he didn’t. And, I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty fucking grateful that he didn’t live up to the stereotype that surrounds people like him, ya know people who live a certain life. He didn’t need to take in another mouth to feed and I know I didn’t make it easy for him, but Big Rey is my father. I don’t care about blood and I certainly don’t care if I’ve only been his son for half my life, this man took me in and I’ll be forever repaying all that he’s done for me.”
Reynoldo “Rey Rey” Gonzalez II || 26 || Adoptive Brother || Leader of the SSS || Face Claim: David Castenda — ”Man Rey Rey, you crazy son of a bitch, what is there to really say? You talk a lot and god, you’re a fucking dick, but not in the way that will make you sore after a good night. Sorry, that’s weird but you like it. Anyway, you’re a pretty wild fucker, but whatever was implied with our dad goes double for you. I have a brother and he’s a fucking asshole. A real bastard, but you? Man, you’re the real deal, you know? I mean, you’re still a crazy bastard, but you accepted me as your brother. I know loyalty is a big thing for you and maybe that’s why we have always gotten along so well, huh? You know you always have me in your corner, right? Fuck, you’re my brother and no lack of a blood connection will ever change that."
Aleyda “Ley” Gonzalez || 19/20 || Adoptive Sister || Single mother & Hairdresser @Tresses Salon || Face Claim: Alexa Demie — “Fuck, Ley kinda scared me in the beginning. Really just in your face, but fuck me if she wasn’t one of the few people who was always straight with me. Her honesty was a breath of fresh air. Probably something that just seems to be a Gonzalez trait, huh? But, it’s also that she never sugar coated anything. When I fuck up, she lets me know and when I’m doing good, well she probably won’t be all cuddly about it but I’ll know it when I hear it. And of course, there’s how she’s easily one of the main reasons why I’m not such an illiterate when it comes to Spanish.”}

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💣 Mika is a practitioner of sambo, a Russian martial arts specializing in hand-to-hand combat. He isn't at any professional level but he can certainly hold his own in a fight. Though his anger tends to hinder his technique. So he mildly swings for the fences for the most part.
💣 He is fluent in Russian and English. He can also understand most Spanish and can carry a basic conversation in Spanish but some terms go right over his head.
💣 He wouldn’t call himself an addict because, unlike those junkies who go to Sonny and Prof for their daily fix, Mika knows his limits. That being said, once in a blue moon -- or just whenever he is feeling like it -- he will indulge heavily in party favors that he pays out of his own pocket. And when he does, his poison is always vodka and coke.

The white stuff, not the carbonated sugar water.

💣 Mika is what one might call a sort of third-party to the Serpents. While he technically might be part of the gang, he isn’t part of like Decky Boaz was. He does, however, follow the orders given to him by his brother all the same.
💣 Mika still lives with Big Rey and when he’s not working, he’s helping around the house as much as he can.
💣 Mika drives a black 2017 Toyota Tacoma that he recently bought with money his father forwarded him through several third parties.

💣 He was never going to accept it until he received some advice about what to really do with it

Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit || Wild Boy by Machine Gun Kelly (feat. Woka Flocka Flame) || Radioactive (Imagine Dragons cover) by Bullet For My Valentine || Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz || The Heart and The Fist by Rudy Francisco

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Dossier: Sivus || Mass Effect: Kingslayer

Sivus Ritas

QUOTE "Ace in the hole!"

PROFILE Full Name: Sivus Veritas (not public knowledge). Date of Birth: March 22, 2155. Species: Turian Gender: Masculine Age: 28. Occupation: Bouncer for Chora's Den || CI for C-Sec Service Rank: Manditary service with the Turian Military → Part of the Cabal Vanguard Shock Troop Unit Profile: Cabal Vanguard Powers: Shockwave Barrier Lift Throw Belongings: Armax Arsenal Crossfire Assault Rifle Hahne-Kedar Kesler Pistol Custom-made Turian Vanguard Armor outfitted with biotic enhancing technology Role: Infiletration Specialist || General combat support || Effective morale booster

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PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE

Sivus is what you get when you combine the closest thing to Turian Royalty and being told he's meant for greatness and him actually believing it.

He comes from an acclaimed line of Cabals, with many of the male turians in his family being known for their impressive leadership and impressive combative skills. And for Sivus, he's always believed he's been destined for greatness, which may speak to the arrogance that flows through his body. and maybe that led him to be ignorant to how life will knock you on your ass, but that's never rocked his confidence. He's always maintained the notion that he is the best and when he served in the Turian Military, he proved it by outclassing most - if not all - of the same-year recruits.

He bleeds blue charisma. He can charm his way into or out of most situations (if he needs to). And this stems from the raw, almost suave nature that is on the surface almost at all times. Many call him obnoxious for the way he presents himself, but you can believe that every word that comes from his mouth is fully backed by him believing they are gospel.

Though he is a leader in every respect, when he wasn't promoted and was still serving under his CO, he was and, to a degree, still is known for his reckless behavior. Again, this stems from the innate arrogance and sense of entitlement he was raised with. It's not that he has problems following orders. If given an ultimatum and it's clear as he is obviously handsome, then he will carry out the order he's given from start to finish. That being said, he will offer up his opinion or depending on the situation and what kind of mood he might be in, Sivus will have several opinions. This may lead him to clash with the commanding officer of the unit/squad he is assigned to.

But after it's all said and done, he will carry these orders out and will always be loyal to those he fights by.

Because that's another thing that Sivus is known for. You can call him every name in the book. You can bring up the worst moments of his professional career, but one thing you can't say is that he's disloyal. Never has he ever let anyone close to him take the fall for him nor has he let anyone down in his twenty-eight years of being alive. He'll risk his professional reputation so that his personal rep can maintain its integrity because that's what Sivus Veritas represents. He's a hotshot and will question authority, but he'll have your back when it really matters.

DETAILED HISTORY

The name Veritas not only commands respect, but it is given it because for generations, every son born to the Veritas family has not only brought honor and dignity to the Cabal Vanguards, but they have served with the Turian Military for as long as they could until retirement since the first Veritas named Simus. For generations for the last seven hundred years, they have done the Cabals proud. With this respect and prestige and long history, there was bound to come expectations.

Sivus, the lastest Veritas to come of age, has always known that one day he would be expected to climb the ranks when it was his turn to join the Turian Military. Growing up in sheltered (though not too sheltered), he never displayed any opposition to it. On some level, he understood this is what it meant to be a son born into the Veritas family. And he had enjoyed the privilege of being from wealth. His childhood home was massive as it stood up on a hill overlooking the city below it. And he had servents that would get him anything he desired. It didn't matter if it was food, expenses, or toys, whatever Sivus wanted, if the servents could obtain it for him, it was his.

But on his fifteenth birthday, unlike most species' who would celebrate it with a big celebration, some kind of food that would be the focal point of being celebrated, for the Veritas family, the ritual that Sivus went through was taking the first step into doing the Veritas name proud. He began his first day with the Turian Military.

Not even a week into service and Sivus Veritas was already in the Cabal Program, being infused with Element Zero and taking the first steps to not only artificially develop biotic powers, but after his initial recovery time was finished, he'd train under not just any Turian Captain, but a one Tarus Veritas, his father.

Tarus didn't play favorites. This was probably Sivus' biggest culture shock. The Tarus he knew, while strong and always honor first, was also a loving father, but professionally, Sivus had never experienced a tougher son of a bitch than if he had any say in the matter. Every single combat drill, training regime, and when the mood struck him, spontaneous runs through the marshland that surrounded the Cabal Camp, was excruciating. Every morning he woke up exhausted and every night he went to bed aching.

This unique form of torture, while effective in the long run, proved to be the very thing that fractured the once delicate father-son relationship that Sivus thought they had. There were even times when he challenged his father's authority. It wasn't without reason. When one of his best friends was taking a short break, his father pistol-whipped him. This caused Sivus to come to his defense, but doing so meant that he had to challenge the authority that was Captain Tarus.

Suffice to say that Sivus went back to camp with a few more scraps and bruises than he left with, but this cemented a thought in the unit of seven that they will remember for the years to come. When one of them was kicked down, regardless of his arrogance and ego, Sivus' unit would remember that he came to their defense. Not even the wrath of his own father would stop him from being there for his brothers.

His loyalty would only develop the higher he rose up the ranks and by the time he was just twenty-three, Sivus was promoted to the rank of Captain. Through hard work and perseverance, which was deeply rooted in proving to his father that none of his harsh tactics would demotivate him, he was given his own unit, but not just any unit. He commanded the same one he came up with.

For about a year, The Cabal Vanguards, but especially the unit that Sivus led, were joined by other Turian Military squads during missions that were generally to fend off invaders from Turian Colonies and those that were suspect to Pirates and other unscrupulous individuals. For the most part, every mission was a raging success. High praise came his way. The Cabal unit he led was given specific respect for how effectively they moved as a singular unit. It was noted by his superiors that Sivus inherited his father's talent for leading a successful infiltration squad that moved as one. When he gave an order, they followed it to a T.

When Sivus was asked by none other than his father to lead a private, off-the-record infiltration mission of the highest order. The mission was a simple one, though it proved to have many risks involved.

On Omega, a former Turian Military general was going to sell secrets to a group of Blue Sun mercs. If successful, it would not only harm the hierarchy by exposing dozens of military operations and undercover agents within the Terminus Systems, but in doing so, it would also expose a dark secret linking Tarus to organized crime.

Sivus was conflicted after his father told him the extent of what these secrets could do to the family. If made public, everything their ancestors built would be followed by the shame of financing illegal biotic experiments. The pride he once felt for the Veritas name had left when Sivus accepted to take this mission. It was not because of his father that he took the mission; it was for the pride of the Cabal Vanguards.

He went to Omega with his unit, who were dubbed The Seven Aces. It was a simple mission, right? Find the treasonous Nidas Stysius and either bring him quietly or eliminate him before he could transfer the secrets over the Blue Suns.

So how could he have misjudged the situation so immensely?

During their fifth night on Omega, all of their sources and the intel they provided them with had determined the deal was happening in the Kima District. So they moved like one organism, crossing the bridge and getting into positions. Those who were long-range would take sniping positions and those who were close-quarter fighters were with Sivus.

It was a 4-3 formation.

Only, what neither of them anticipated was they had been betrayed by one of their top sources.

Mercs from all three major groups: Eclipse, Blood Pack, and Blue Sons had converged on the location, cornering them on the bridge. Before Sivus had any time to react, before he could give any orders to his men, a massive firefight followed. It was a massacre, too. Krogans and Vorcha; Salarians and Asari; Turians and Batarians, the blood of all shades spilled over the bridge. Bodies were flying, concussive rounds shot in every single direction.

And then came the war cries.

And then the screams of agony when one took their last breath.

In the aftermath of the fight stood only two men.

Sivus Veritas and the leader of Omega's Blue Suns. A human named Ryan Gusman. In a fit of rage, Sivus almost murdered the man, but he approached the man, paralyzing him with his biotics, and pinned him against the nearest wall. He only had one demand: tell him who organized this betrayal.

And when Ryan uttered Tarus Veritas' name, everything in Sivus died - everything that mattered, that is.

Ryan Gusman didn't have a reason why. He only stated that he was given over a hundred thousand credits to lure Sivus to Omega, feed his sources wrong information, and to slaughter "the one who brought Tarus the most shame".

With that information, Sivus vanished. His entire identity, from the loyalty he once held for his people and his family to the Turian pride he once had, had died with the other Six Aces. He needed to find himself again. He needed to rediscover that part of him that was, above all else, something to be proud of. That's what led him to the Citidel.

When arrived on the Citadel no more than a year ago, he did odd jobs for some not-so-pleasant company. From criminals to shady businessmen and politicians, if they needed hired muscle, Sivus wasn't against it, but he'd pick semi-legitimate work over being someone they can order to kill someone. It wasn't until he became engrossed in the Wards and developed an attachment for not only the people who lived there but those who needed his services more that he decided to get involved in a somewhat more personal way.

And that's how he became a bouncer for Chora's Den, though secretly he worked as an off-the-books CI for C-Sec. It wasn't the safest job, but compared to being betrayed by your own father and losing your entire unit, being a CI/Bouncer at one of the shadiest "clubs" in the Wards was like paradise for him.

The year passed and Sivus was becoming quite fond of his place at Chora's Den. He developed a rapport with the clients, the dancers, a one General Septimus, and he even had an appointment with the Consort in just five months. Everything was aligning for him and he almost felt like he was regaining what he had lost nearly a year ago.

That was until someone from some operation called "Kingslayer" contacted him at his private residence. What stuck out to him was how they addressed him in the E-mail.

"Dear, Sivus Veritas--"

That's what made him pay attention.

Whoever it was, they knew everything: where he came from, who his father was, how his entire unit died on Omega, and how he was a CI with C-Sec and was close to taking down Fist. Everything he had done since joining the Turian Military was detailed in the message, yet it wasn't presented in a negative light. They praised him for his numerous accomplishments and wanted him for a special task force.

Maybe this was it. The one thing that could give Sivus his light back. Being a bouncer could only do so much. Maybe what he needed most was being part of a team and kicking ass in the process.

In the message, it was cited that his military record, notable leadership experience, and overall charm made him a perfect candidate for the operation.

In the back of his mind, Sivus had doubts, but he knew he couldn't pass this up. At the very least, it might be fun!

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