Chezka

Attack On Titan: Flight of Freedom

Yup yup.

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Gahhhh... finally finished with my project! I found out why we were given a month to work on it three weeks too late. Boo, procrastination. D':
Anyway, now that I have free time again, I'll get on to finally finishing friggin' Jack and get his post up. Siiix, I'll get back to you soon.

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Jack will be joining a couple! Sports is the only school-related thing he likes.

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God bless (Captain) America

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Finished Jack's CS here!
Can I get to making his RS, or am I being too assuming by thinking he's accepted? @_@

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Six, I'm thinking Flynn is in Jack's "very useful" category, so he'll definitely try to get close and be on his good side. We'll see what happens then. ;D

Ex said
Chezka, shall I setup a PiratePad, or how would you prefer to do it? I won't have a ton of time until tomorrow.

I don't have any preferences, so PiratePad's fine with me. :)
And no worries, just let me know when you can start.

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What's this? I missed all the shipping craziness from yesterday!
So... Jack's maybe in for some naughty times in Flynn's office (and maybe Saul will be there too), and Six just wants to steal all of mah mans? >:O

And Bird's a girl?!

Ex said
Chezka, want to collab with me for Wren?

Yes! :D

Also, I'm gonna finish Jack and do his RS (also update Wren's) as soon as I get home from school.

Attack On Titan: Flight of Freedom

Still here! Just waiting for you, Berry. :)

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Posted! I think I got all the responses in. It went on a little longer than I planned though.
Oh, and I've got a WIP for my antagonist. I just need to finish history and add a brief appearance description and I'll be done. Hope he's fine though! I thought he could help tie in with the scandals and be like Caelbury's own Gossip Girl. XD

Jack Riley

Name
Jack Riley

Appearance


5'10 but still growing, with a perfectly balanced lean but muscular frame, it's a pretty much a fact that Jack is fucking flawless. He's got that perfect jaw line, smoldering blue eyes that can make anyone weak at the knees, and his hair game strong. Jack's pretty confident about his looks, and he is very much aware of how he can use this to his advantage. Most of the time, he walks like he's the fucking king. Never mind, it's not just walking. He does everything (even smile and laugh) with a self-possessed grace that can easily intimidate anyone insecure. x

Age
16

Grade
Freshman—technically supposed to be a junior.

Social Class
Commoner

Social Class Explanation
Dad's a journalist and mom's MIA, probably fucking some rich old geezer. Fastest way to a man's wallet is through his pants, right? Anyway, between him and his dad getting work wherever the can, they barely managed to make ends meet. But after his dad's stroke of genius, they've recently come into a lot of money, and they're starting to get a taste of luxury…

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Personality

Let's set things straight: there's a bit too much yardage between the goal posts in this one. At first glance, it's not hard to see how Jack embodies a walking, talking jock stereotype. He's got that inherent athleticism and ripped body (+ great looks, of course) going for him, and the massive ego that goes along with it. It doesn't matter if he doesn't know shit about the solar system or if it takes him twice as long to read a passage. What you call being a stupid, he calls being single-minded. The only reason Jack fails at academics is because he simply does not have time for it. No, his mind is too busy plotting and too valuable to store irrelevant information. In reality, Jack's memory is actually pretty amazing. He knows and remembers more details about his targets—Caelbury's precious students and staff—than you'd think possible. Jack's scarily perceptive, too. He's got a habit of staring, and because of the perpetual smug look on his face, it always seems like he's trying to undress you with his eyes.

On a daily basis, Jack categorizes people in a hierarchy of usefulness. The more they can do for him, the better he treats them. It varies day to day and situation to situation, and he never treats anyone specially. Unless they prove themselves to be better as allies, of course, in which case he would stop all the bullshit and level with them. Jack is surprisingly a pretty loyal friend, but you'd have to bulldoze his layers of concrete walls before you can see that.

In his middle school, Jack was pretty infamous for his wrath. Instinctive and aggressive by nature, he was easy to piss off and would react quite violently. No one had been safe from his anger. He wouldn't resort to physical violence (usually his verbal attacks were effective enough) unless he knows he won't get caught, but he has sent classmates to the hospital before. He's been suspended quite a few times too, although most certainly without proof (the fucking principal just liked to side with the richer families, no surprises there). In any case, everything from his record has been erased, so as far as anyone who background checks him knows, he has a clean slate. Now that he'll be going to Caelbury, he knows he has to put a leash on his hostility, or he won't get anywhere. He's learning to play innocent, but he doesn't want to be like those two-faced rich bitches, so he can still be pretty abrasive.

But listen, he's not all horrible. Not really. If anything, he's actually admirable, given how driven he is. When Jack sets a goal, you better believe he'll do whatever it takes to accomplish it. It won't matter to him if destroys a few lives in the process, as long as he gets what he wants in the end. Talk about great focus! He grew up seeing the world as it is—cruel—and he has been responding accordingly. Isn't he just the pragmatist? Jack knows more than anyone that those with power can destroy you with a snap of a finger, so he is hell bent on making sure that he'll be the one doing all the snapping. Ambitious, too!

Oh, he's also fucking devoted to his family, so y'know, he'll probably be a good husband.

History:
Before all this, Jack can't remember the last time he and his dad were happy. Or maybe he can, but he hates thinking about it because that bitch was still there and she ruined the memory. Anyway, before things turned to shit, his dad was actually a starry-eyed journalist with dreams of tackling news that really matter. He had humble beginnings, starting out as a local sports editor, but he worked his ass off and he started getting promotions. His dad would say that he was so getting close to realizing his dream, he could practically touch it. Everything would be better from now on, he promised.

But then some fuckwad in a Lamborghini screwed him over.

After getting into a pretty bad accident in the freeway with said fuckwad, shit hit the fan. It turned out that the Lamborghini owner was a seventeen year old who got his license and car that very day. The whole accident was his fault, but when you have ten thousand dollars in cash with you, you can make the police believe you're innocent. And as if he didn't do enough damage already, the teenager had come up with some bullshit story so his dad wouldn't kill him for totaling a 4.5 million dollar car. So this was the official story: Paparazzi Causes Car Crash, Teen Driver Hospitalized. Lawsuits happened right after (guess what teenage douchebag's dad worked as?), and before they knew it, his dad was sent to jail and they lost most of their savings after the whole process.

He was sent to a foster home while his dad did time, and they didn't reunite until years later. It wasn't the best experience for him. He had to hop from family to family because he hadn't been "compatible" with any of them, and it made him really bitter. When his father was finally released, he ran away from his current foster family and they didn't even care. They even fixed all the papers for him. Fourteen then, after he and his dad settled in a shabby home, Jack had decided to drop out of school and work odd jobs to help out his dad, who couldn't find a proper job because of his criminal record. Each day became a struggle to meet bills and find food. This was their living conditions for months, until finally, their luck started to change.

His dad came home one day with bags of grocery and a big grin. He found a job, one that paid handsomely. All he had to do was investigate and report on scandals surrounding the country's top 1% (which was an extra incentive, considering they were comprised of entitled pieces of shit they've both come to hate), and many people were willing to pay big money for that. His first story was proof enough; he earned $2000 just for telling tabloids stories of that local celebrity that had been incarcerated in the same jail as him.

For a few months, everything was perfect. Jack and his dad chased and sold story after story, and they got paid twice as much as the one before. They followed up on rumors about the Profit family and the Marco family, even sold a particularly scandalous embezzlement charge against the Wallenburg family. It turned out to be a false lead, but who cares? They got paid half a million for it.

It was only recently that they realized there were dire repercussions when attacking the rich and powerful. More than once, members of the families they've scandalized have come close to finding the source of the stories, and they were often openly threatening them with bodily harm. They had taken to living in motels and falsifying identities to keep pursuers off their tracks. By then, they've amassed at least three million just from leaking scandals, more than Jack thought they could earn, but his dad enjoyed living in the lap of luxury too much to let these baseless threats stop him.

His dad had another stroke of genius, as well. The most prestigious school in the country was opening its doors to "commoners," people like his son whom they probably just want to put on a leash, so their spoiled heirlings will remain at the top. Caelbury Academy housed the crème of the crème, and elite families like the Herrings, McCutcheons, Sinclairs, and especially the Hawthornes would be easy targets there. It would be rife with scandals, incredibly easy pickings. And if Jack played his card right, he could even start a chain that will lead to the academy's eventual denigration.

Fate seemed to be cheering them on. As it turned, Jack was one of the randomly chosen to attend the school. They accepted his sob story for being held back—being bullied and all that shit—and allowed him in as a freshman.

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Extracurricular Activities
♟ Football
♟ Swimming
♟ Water Polo

He can do any sport, really, he's just that amazing.

Miscellaneous
♟ Has some basic hacking skills.
♟ Is currently setting up caelburyinformer.net, where all the latest and most scandalous Caelbury news will be posted.
♟ He keeps his phone with him at all times, and treats it like it's a friggin' treasure. It's what he uses to keep track of all the students and staff, and it's the only safe line he can use to talk to his dad.
♟ Hasn't had a real relationship. Doesn't have any real preferences (please, everyone likes him). As long as he gets something out of it, then he doesn't really care if it's with a man or woman or whatever in between.

Jack Relationships

still a wip

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When she was on set this summer, she remembered endless boy talk with her fellow costar. Isn't he cute? Oh my god, he's freakin' gorgeous. And even he's so pretty I wanna cry. But when her friend had asked Wren what her type had been, she blanked on an answer. She thought she didn't have one. Her first crush had been the dorkiest Dexter look-alike (the one with the lab, not the serial killer), and then she got over him and pined for this Brazilian exchange student in her acting class. She seemed to be attracted to different sorts of people with no common denominator at all. But right then and there, as she looked at blue eyes that reminded her of clear skies, adorably unruly dark hair, and—excuse the drool—perfectly muscular frame, Wren knew she was wrong. She did have a type.

As Wren felt herself being pulled up by Mr. Hawthorne (when did he get here again?), she snapped out of her daze and gradually regained her bearings. Oh, right. She just fell, didn't she? It took her a while to properly comprehend that it was the vice principal helping her up and the principal she started daydreaming about. Her cheeks flushed slightly, then even more so when she realized she was still staring the incredibly off-limits new principal. She barely registered when Mr. Hawthorne spoke, although her ears picked up the compliment (shut up, that's not being shallow; she just liked having people appreciate all her hard work with her appearance). It didn't matter anyway, because she was pretty sure that wasn't actually directed at her. The VP was still looking at Principal Aldrin when said that, and damn, did she agree.

There was a very evident awkward tension between the three, which Wren would have found hilarious if it didn't involve her. The principal wasn't talking and she was starting to get secondhand embarrassment from the oldest Hawthorne son. She can't remember ever seeing him like this. Before she could even try to salvage the situation, he had already scurried off with the pan of cornbread in hand, leaving her and Principal Aldrin in stunned confusion.

Wren let out a slightly nervous laugh, feeling ashamed after it dawned on her that she'd just been blatantly checking her principal out. She was racking her brain for any possible topic of conversation that didn't begin with "you're really attractive," but she couldn't trust herself to speak. Luckily, he had spoken first and—oh. No way. Did he just…? Wren bit down on her lower lip to keep from smiling to widely like idiot. As if he wasn't already the closest thing to a Prince Charming, he just had to go and declare that one of the movies she starred in was a favorite of his. To Wren, that was one of the best compliment she could receive.

"I'd love to," Wren said, or at least she thinks she said it out loud. She was sort of in between fantasy and reality right now.

Principal Aldrin left then, chasing after Mr. Hawthorne, and she just felt herself waving idly. She already forgot what she what she was supposed to be doing, although she was vaguely aware it involved Eliza… or was Acacia? Still distracted, Wren just continued to stare blankly at where Principal Aldrin was running off to, and didn't snap out of it until she heard a semi-familiar voice coming from behind her. Caught offguard, she could feel herself jumping slightly, but she had somehow managed to make it seem like a casual hop to address whomever it was that had spoken.

"Yeah, I don't think I've ever seen this side of Mr. Hawthorne before." The corner of her lips tugged upwards, but instead of looking like the practiced, sweetly disarming smile she meant to do, it looked more like a giddy girlish one as her thoughts went back to the principal. Then as she fully comprehended who he was (Jacob Rockwell, Potential tutor #1), she made a mental note to find a seamless way to nonchalantly bring up math and possible tutelages.

"I see you've safely delivered your subs," she said, this time as Julie came to join their group. Wren welcomed her with a bigger grin. She and her roommate had gotten closer during the past week, past the point where she was comfortable enough to show Julie more of her unfiltered side, and she couldn't wait to tell her about her principal revelation. Vlad (Human Calculator, Potential tutor #2) came next, throwing a friendly arm around her and Jacob, and again she was reminded of her dire need of math help, but she stubbornly pushed away all school thoughts until it actually began tomorrow.

"Anyway, I'll tell you all about it later, Jules." she said, right as Acacia called for everyone's undivided attention. Wren was pleased. Let's just say, dunk tank + Principal Aldrin was probably Acacia's most brilliant idea yet. She allowed herself to stare (because everything was watching him anyway) up until Max got him out on his second try—thank you very much, Wallenburger.

Eliza approaching the little group that formed around them was definitely good timing, or she probably would have stared for far too long. Seeing Eliza made Wren aware of her appearance again—just like when in the presence of her mother, hoping it would make her proud, Wren liked being presentable when Eliza was around—and she had realized just how messy she must have looked. One hand had instinctively flown to her chest to dust off crumbs from her clothes while the other ran across her hair to take it out of its bun, all within a space of a second.

Pleased, she smiled back at the older girl. "I should ask you that; I haven't seen you all week! And is that an amazing new car I spy?"