Fabricant451

CLOSED.

If someone wants to be the person Phil literally runs into then just go ahead and be that person I don't even care

CLOSED.

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Location: Sanctuary → Beverly Hills High
Interacting With: Those Who Are Disappointed; Those Whose Eyes Are Full of Lies.
Time: The Times Before the Crash

_{All you do is cry
I'm afraid they're gonna find you
and there's nothing that I can do}

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It was hard not to break down in front of the mirror. How many people, young and old, were waking up and spending an ungodly amount of time in front of mirrors of all shapes and sizes, making themselves look 'presentable' and 'attractive' and other synonyms for 'fake' before going out into the real world? Not everyone who gazed into the glass liked their reflection, and those that didn't like what they see weren't always willing to put the effort to change that, to look into the mirror and see someone happy. As she looked into the mirror the only thing that gazed back was disappointment. Depression. Failure.

Phil Coleman had her bony fingers clutching the edges of the counter as her shaking, scared doe-eyes gazed into the glass hanging above the sink. Staring back at her was a ghoul, sunken cheeks, pale skin, bright, light blue hair, and lips that were quivering and turning dark in color - matching the heavy lines under her eyes. She was like a raccoon fell into a vat of blue flavored cotton candy and then fucked the guy from Munch's 'The Scream'. Below her reflection, it wasn't just her lips that were shaking. Her fingers had to clutch the counter edge as they were shaking rather violently and this was the only way she could ignore it; digging nails into hardwood was painful, but the pain was necessary. She'd dig her nails deeper if she could, but they had been filed down to small nubs, to the point where it was painful to grip a wrapper for a candy bar and pull it open. This was a hell of her own making.

Deep breathes. It hurt to inhale. Deep breathing. The saliva was like lava as she swallowed a gulp. Deep breathing. She didn't need it. Deep breaths. She needed it.

Phil's right hand unclasped the counter and hovered over the syringe laying next to the porcelain sink. Inside the syringe was the solution. The pain would go away, the shakes, the fears, but it wouldn't last. But it would last long enough. God she needed it. How could she not? A simple solution to the problems, to the pain, was right there, her fingers were hovering over it - so close she could feel the warmth from the inside of the syringe. Her eyes glanced downward, seeing the hesitation in her own body; the subtle resistance, the constant internal conflict. It wasn't always like this; She was happy, once. She had prospects, once. She had friends, once. She had a support system, once. She went to a party, once. She took a drink, once. She took a hit, once. She did a line, once. Her whole life up to now was a series of onces. So what was once more? Once more the pain would go away. Once more the release would happen. Once more she would disappoint the only people who still cared.

It was just one more hit.

Phil's eyes looked back into the mirror and they did not recognize the monster that looked back. She was pretty, once. Her hair used to be so lustrous, so shining and black, so bright and blue, so...unique...and now her hair was sickly blue and stringy, clinging to her forehead like someone slathered glue on her face. It helped when she didn't look. It was easier to handle if she didn't look. She stared into the mirror so she didn't have to look as her fingers closed around the syringe.

There she goes. There she goes again. Racin' through her brain and she just can't contain the feeling that remains. There she blows. There she blows again. Pulsin' thru her veins...

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Location; Abby Park's Apartment → Beverly Hills High
Interacting With; Potential Clients, Adoring Fans
Time; Before Noon

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"But I thought you didn't trust me? Kirin Tor...spellslinger...that night on the way to Blackrock...did you feel it too?" Khadgar's breathing was low, but his small lips and lowered eyelids gave off a rather coquettish vibe as he stared towards the object of his obsession, his desire. It seemed a bit unusual for the young mage to act like this, but when dealing with sorts who care more about the size of their weapon and the bulkiness of their chainmail, it helped to put on the act...the weak, unassuming visage of a stringy little spellslinger. But it had worked, it had allowed him to get closer...

The mage did not wait for confirmation. As their eyes locked, a silent moment of understanding, of acknowledgment passed between them. And Khadgar didn't even have to use his magicks to ensorcell his target; it was too soon to call this anything, certainly not love...but lust was closer. That night on the mountain pass was stuck in his mind for weeks now. At the time the half orc distraction had assumed the curious, knowledgeable weakling of a mage had been interested in sleeping with her. So full of herself she was, chalk it up to orcish pride running deep even in the blood of one with half parentage. It was not the greenskin that the former Kirin Tor had been interested in; he had been gazing at the orc only because she was a nuisance, an obstacle, a rival for the affections of the one he truly had feelings for.

For as strong a combatant that orc no doubt was, it was the mage who won in the end as he could now feel the warmth of breath on his skin, the tingling sensation that came with it, and the look of passion in those deep, beautiful eyes. Khadgar extended a hand, pressing his ungloved palm to that rough, rugged cheek before him. Oh how he enjoyed the feeling of stubble betwixt his fingers as his palm traced a small downward line towards that jaw. Khadgar's index finger pressed gently against the lips that were trembling. So the strong sorts did have vulnerabilities. Did have soft sides. Or soft lips as the case was.

It was okay. Khadgar would take care of this, he would make the nerves cease. With a calming grin at the edges of his lips, Khadgar closed the gap between them and took the initiative. The mage pressed his lips against Anduin's in a gentle, taking kiss. In that moment as passions flared and emotions rose to the surface, the little game he had been playing with the greenskin had ended. Khadgar won. Though Anduin and the orc had similar interests in battle, it was this little unassuming caster that had won in the end. The thought lingered in Khadgar's mind as he enjoyed the prize. It was the mage who bested the warrior after all.

The kiss broke and their breathing was increased. "Your king can wait a moment longer." Khadgar whispered, voice dropping to a sultry whisper as his fingers were already set on their task of unclasping Anduin's obstructing mail, "Right now, your loyalties lay with a different sort. Lay with me." There was a gentle thud as Anduin's chestplate collapsed onto the stone floor, and Khadgar's hands could hardly contain their excitement as his palm felt along those chiseled, toned muscles. There was something to be said for the Stormwind Guard training regimen. Neither man was sure just how much time they had, but they would make the best of it while they could. Another -

"HANA, DON'T BE LATE. TRUANCY'S A CRIME, YOU KNOW."

Hana Park blinked and hurriedly clicked the save icon on her word document before closing out of it entirely. A sigh escaped her lips followed by a quick shaking of her head; she had intended on publishing the latest chapter online before school started, but that seemed like an impossibility now. There would be so little time to finish the chapter during school hours - not that she WOULD, of course, eyes were everywhere and not all of them were working for her.

"I know, Abs, I know!" Hana called towards her door. Hana had been living with her older sister Abby for almost two years now, an arrangement that took some convincing for both sides. Abby had enjoyed living by herself since no one was there to judge her for both stocking the fridge with cheep beer and for getting invested in reality competition shows on a regular basis and though she loved Hana - they were the closest siblings of the Park family after all - living alone had brought a comfort to the young police officer. Hana did work her charms and magic, though, and convinced both Abby and their father that Abby's closer location to the high school meant a shorter commute and would certainly make her extra-curriculars more palatable.

It had been an excuse, of course, but they remained none the wiser.

Hana got up from her laptop, shutting the top as she stood. She was already dressed for the first day; white skirt that would surely give the new arrivals and old returnees a fresh reminder that these were the legs of both the softball team captain AND a damn great tennis team member, pink top cut just low enough to fit the acceptable dress code while also maintaining that air of allure and confidence - she was classy, not trashy. Leave trashy to the cheerleaders who flipped their skirts as soon as some lunkhead in a letterman jacket was creeping around.

Either way, the latest chapter in VanillaSunrise's fic would have to wait until the evening. Such was life.

Hana left her room, grabbing her bag from the doorknob as she did, and walked down the hall towards the small kitchen area. Abby's apartment was a bit on the small side, unusual for one living in Beverly Hills, but it offered cheaper rent and utilities. Hardly a loft, but a simple two bed, one bath that was practically in spitting distance of the high school. Hana grabbed a vanilla yogurt from the fridge and gave her sister a wave good bye before heading out of the door. "Catch the criminals," Hana called before leaving the apartment altogether. 'Catch the criminals' is what Hana used to say to Abby when they were both younger and playing one of their imaginative games. Hana doubted that Abby remembered those days, but it served as a nice reminder to Hana that she still cared for Abby even as she was taking advantage of her hospitality.

Another year was starting at Beverly Hills High School, and that just meant one thing to Hana Park. Another batch of new arrivals with access to their parents' bank account and a dire need to seem cool. There might have been a new Queen Bee roaming the halls, but there was only one Queenpin and she was making her way to her area of distribution.

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badazzbrekkie uploaded



#breakfast #homemade #foodporn

Phil could count on one hand the things in life that brought her joy and posting her breakfast onto Instagram was one of those. At first she just did it to occupy her hands, but when she saw that people actually seemed to respond to her posts she kept doing it. Breakfast was one thing Phil did better than anyone she knew. Well, breakfast and shooting up, but the people she knew weren't addicts. Not like she was. The morning trip in the bathroom was exactly what she needed to start the day and by the time she was out of the door of her grandparents house, she was almost smiling.

The hard part was making it through the day without wanting another hit. She could get it, but not on the first day and she would be insane to bring the spoon, the needle, the flame to school grounds. Not that anyone would care. Phil all but vanished the last few months of her sophomore year and no one heard hide nor hair of her for all of summer, which was unusual as even if she was uninvited Phil had a habit of showing up at parties and livening up the place with her antics. The Phil from last school year was a different person, not as thin, not as haggard...Phil was different now and she hoped that that wouldn't draw attention to her. That was the last thing she needed.

When Phil arrived on school grounds, she did not attend the assembly. Too many people. Too much useless information. Too many eyes and too many lies. Like the ghost she resembled, Phil stayed to the outskirts, hanging out near the wall of the auditorium until her eyes settled on all the movement, her ears picked up all the sounds...the Activities Fair. That was still happening? It wasn't all that long ago that Phil was sitting with the Art Club doing quick caricatures of people in order to entice them into joining. A distant memory. A painful one. She would absolutely have to avoid the Art Club and their no-doubt judging stares. She hadn't picked up a paintbrush or pencil since she picked up the syringe.

Phil kept her head down as she walked through the Activity Fair. She didnt' belong here, she had nothing to advertise and she wasn't about to join any club. Who would take her? Who would want that responsibility? All the noise, the clubs handing out fliers, the young sorts curious as to what the place had on offer other than sadness and petty bitchy bullshit. Out of the corner of her ear she heard someone call for others...she sounded like a real...'treat' but a quick glance towards the girl and Phil's feet carried her quickly past the...Yearbook Club, but only long enough for Phil to snag not one but three cookies. "Happy Halloween," Phil muttered under her breath at the girl's choice in color for her dress. She was thankful for the inadvertent distraction from the crazy surfer linguist.

As she continued her walk through the shadows of the Activity Fair, a flier for battle of the bands was dropped into her hands and to her side she could hear people discuss entering. She snickered to herself as she balled the flier into a, well, a ball and chucked it aside. "Work on the band name first..." another muttering as she walked past like the ghost she seemed to be. Unwarranted confidence was a nice side effect of her addiction.

Phil came to a stop as she noticed the Art Club booth in her peripheral vision. She couldn't go on. She had to turn around. And she did. Phil turned around,not wanting those memories to come flooding back, not wanting to face her former art buddies, and as she stepped away it all came tumbling down. Phil made contact with someone walking and she fell onto the ground, head hitting the pavement.

At least the cookies remained grasped between her fingers.

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"Captain!" Some of the softball team members were rushing to greet their newly appointed captain, Hana, who had skipped the assembly because honestly who cared. As the captain of a sports team and a well known member of ANOTHER sports team, Hana had a generally busy time at the Activity Fair, bouncing between sports booths like a ping pong ball. The Activity Fair sure was lively, and Hana enjoyed that aspect of it. Lots of people talking. Lots of eyes and ears making the rounds.

"So, what's the plan?" Hana asked one of her team mates as she arrived at the athletics corner of the Activity Fair.

"Well it's softball, Captain, people will either want to try out or they won't. But since you're the Captain..."

"...Right, it's my job to interest people. No problem. Although I already promised I'd help out with a Tennis Team demo. It'll be fine. You girls can explain softball to people." Hana could think of nothing she wanted to do less than sit and smile and tell girls about how much fun softball was. Other clubs had more active examples but softball was so explanatory that all the team members usually did was stick some junior varsity girls at the booth to tell them when try outs happened.

Which is exactly what they were going to do this year too.

"Anyway, you all know the drill. I've got appearances to make elsewhere, I'll come check by later." Almost as soon as Hana had arrived at the softball booth she was turning around to make her presence known to others at the Fair. Hana Song was a somebody on the campus and people would have to be made aware of this fact.

The first task of any new school year, of course, was scoping out old methods of distribution. The Pizza Man would be opening the doors soon. But that could wait. Hana had a genuine interest in seeing the other booths, in mingling, in making herself known. The duty of a popular jock didn't start and stop on the field, after all.

But for now, she was simply going to play it by ear. A few waves. A few smiles. A couple of knowing winks to those who got caught leering...just another day at Beverly Hills High School.

Eden Gardens - Love Where You Live

"Just because all the world's a stage doesn't mean everyone gets the spotlight. We can't all be the protagonist in our lives."

- Quincy Dimandario

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The Basics

Name

Quincy Anise Dimandario

Age

25

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Biromantic Homosexual

Job

Quinn attended university and even got a degree in journalism. After failed internships, her dream job of being a journalist has yet to come to pass. She instead found a job at Vibe, serving drinks and talking to the customers. On the side she blogs, often about the clients she serves but sometimes just to rant.

"Answers aren't at the bottom of that glass, man, but damn if the journey there isn't great for thinkin'."

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Digging Deep

In-Depth Appearance

It's no big secret to anyone that Quinn leans in heavily to the whole androgynous angle in nearly every aspect from her hair to her attire and even to her voice which has that coarse edge to it, though that could easily be from the smoking habit. Baggy, boyish clothing make up the norm of her day-to-day outfits though she prefers to think of it as just simply clothing. There's no adherence to fashion trends or the like, she's no model and she doesn't care to follow the always changing trends, for Quinn putting on some graphic tee featuring some shitty band underneath a flannel jacket straight out of a grunge video is just as fashionable as whatever the people in Milan or wherever are cooking up. Quinn never lets her hair grow out, as that would serve only to ruin the image she has. When working she adopts a more formal manner of dress. Slacks and a button up shirt, sometimes with a necktie to go with it. People tend to like their bartenders not looking like they just rolled in from the skate park.

Quinn's skin is pale, spending a lot of time indoors tends to have that effect, and any makeup she uses is done not to enhance or draw attention to but to lighten and conceal. Her presence is noticed without having to resort to extravagant makeup displays or eye catching outfits. There's artwork on her body, centered on her arms, tattoos with little meaning beyond looking cool at the time or memories now better left forgotten, permanently attached to her skin as a reminder of mistakes and the idiocy of youth.

And yet, arguably the most noteworthy thing about Quinn's appearance is her height. She's not unusually short nor tall, though she stands at 6'2" and is considered tall compared to most of the other girls she associates with. Her build is rather slender but unmistakably feminine once you strip away the baggy clothing that serves to hide her curves and bust from prying eyes.

Habits and Quirks

• Since she can't smoke while working and biting her fingers and nails would be unsanitary, Quinn chews a lot of gum when working. It keeps her mouth busy while her hands pour bottles and serve mugs.
• Always buys the same groceries and orders the same meal at restaurants. The only variance is when she is just out for a snack, but that's what gas stations are for, not groceries. She is a bit of a routine person.
• Starts and ends each shift by taking a shot of whatever the first and last customer orders. She sees it as connecting with people.
• Refers to damn near everyone as just 'man'. She remembers names, but names are so...formal some times.

Likes

• Sunshowers and rainshowers
• Baseball games
• The first cigarette of the morning

Dislikes

• Dogs
• Thunderstorms
• People ducking out the morning after, before that awkward breakfast and even more awkward explanation

Biggest Fear

Like many in the world, Quinn fears rejection. Not just simply being rejected by a crush or something so teenager, but being rejected from people that matter, people that influence and open doors. Quinn being so afraid of people saying 'No, you're not good enough' prevents her from truly going after what she wants in life. She won't apply her knowledge and passion out of that crippling fear of rejection - and that, in turn, is why she turns to other vices to fill that void that is fear.

Personality

Quinn is someone overly confident in their own skin from the way she walks about with that swagger and that look that says more than words ever could. A shark in an ocean of guppies who won't hesitate to strike when opportunity arises and when her voice needs to be heard. Surely enviable to the right sort, desirable from a different, the dictionary definition of one who has no time for other's opinions and has long since run out of anything resembling a fuck to give.

Quinn is also an emotional wreck crippled by insecurities and a desire to produce something great while only being capable of putting out absolute tripe. Stuck in a spiral that only ever sinks further and further downwards. Unable to hold onto connections, lovers, friends, and a settling realization that her voice will never be heard in the world. Misery loves company and surrounding herself with people just as miserable as her is how she can boost herself up, make herself look better than she feels she truly is. And the only one who knows this is herself, because her slavish devotion to her own image has taken up so much of her identity that any admission that she's headed for a self destructive path would be akin to social suicide.

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"If it were my choice, I'd serve some sixteen year old a beer. They're in high school, that's the time to fuck around."

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Origins

Background

Quinn, birth name of Quincy because her father was so adamant that his child be named after his grandfather, was born in a rather bustling city, by way of the suburbs. People in the suburbs of a city always claim to be from the city to make them sound more refined or cultured than they truly are. Quinn was what people would call a 'tomboy' but Quinn simply saw as 'playing with friends'; her parents and immediate family were stuck in the mindset of their childhoods still. Quinn had a knack for worming her way out of trouble, be it by blaming accidents on one of her boy friends or faking tears to gain the sympathy card, it was at such a young age that Quinn realized people will believe what they want to believe. That people rarely see beyond the surface. It didn't matter if there was a broken vase and she was holding the bat, if she cried and said David Weber from next door made her do it, then David Weber from next door was getting a spanking while Quinn was getting an extra scoop of ice cream for dessert.

High school was an interesting time for Quinn. She had the great pleasure of attending a school known more for its appearances in local papers than its curriculum. Students had a tendency to square up and throw down over the slighest offense that it became a bit of a game between students. Sort of a 'guess the reasoning', and kids would've bet on it if gambling weren't so heavily frowned upon. But it wasn't the fights that made high school difficult for Quinn but rather the fact that even at that young age she was standing out for all the wrong reasons. Kids at that age didn't care to know Quinn, only knowing her as the weird girl with the camera or the weird girl with the grunge look. She thought herself an artist among a country of boors.

Moving to Hartford was not a decision she made lightly. Hartford didn't exactly have the New York Times or anything, but after attending college in a large city full of jokers, thieves, liars, and fakers, she needed a break, a place to really find herself and focus on what was important. Maybe even see if the town paper - every town had a paper, right? - had room on its staff. Quinn has been a resident of both Eden Gardens and Hartford for nearly two years now, and still most people only know her as 'a bartender' or, in the case of the non-alcoholics of the town - 'the grungy looking thing'.

Relationship Information
Relationship Status: Single, but has had her share of flings.
Partner: N/A
Father: Curt Dimandario
Mother: Margaret Dimandario
Siblings: N/A
Pet/s: About five fish kept in her apartment
Other: N/A

Detailed Relationships

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Theme Song

"I don't know what got into me. Hot and cold water meeting. I'm telling you, there's no place I've been; Where my mind stops wandering, wandering."

Extra

Quinn's spirit animal is the tiger. Roar.

Overwatch: Resurgence

If no one has D.Va on reserve, I'd be more willing to take it.

Thank you!

@Aline

I've got D. Va and Symmetra on reserve

_{and also maybe ana if she comes up because she's the new queen}

The Unpopular Opinions Thread.

Good lord Milo has the most punchable voice. Anyone that quotes Jurassic Park 2 is punchable.

Also I miss when Joe Rogan was just the guy from Newsradio

Or Fear Factor for you young fucks.

Overwatch: Resurgence

Dunno if I'll pick up Ana since there's a lot of cross over with Artificer and such but still gonna canon it up cuz I can

These Happy Golden Years: A Complex Family Roleplay

o hai just a plus one reporting in

These Happy Golden Years: A Complex Family Roleplay

Piper Chapin

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N A M E

Piper Jane Chapin. If she's on friendly terms with someone she won't get upset if they call her 'Pip'. She might even let someone call her P.J. if they were feeling bold and she was in a decent enough mood.

A G E

16

G E N D E R

Female

O C C U P A T I O N

It's hard to call it an occupation but sometimes the work load at Strathmore Academy for Higher Learning and the Arts can start to feel like a job. It doesn't help that her extra-curricular activities take up so many hours in a week. Presently she is in her second year.

S E X U A L I T Y

Bisexual

R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S

To the surprise of her own self (which is nowhere near the level of pleasant surprise of her parents), Piper is currently in a relationship with one Elaine Carrington.

F A M I L Y M E M B E R S

Vera Chapin, nee Trevino. (53) Piper's mother hasn't worked a day in her life once she married the only member of the Chapin family to make a name for themselves. Some have called her a gold-digger and the claims are certainly warranted, but the money was only what got her to agree to a first date all those years ago. That little thing called love kept her around, even if the love has passed from her husband onto her daughter. She spends much of her day to day keeping up to date on the world via the media while also befriending the live-in butler.

Jason Patrick Chapin. (55) Jason once had a promising future in major league baseball but a career ending injury sustained just three years into his professional contract put an end to that. Once he was forced into retirement from the sport he enjoyed, Jason turned his sights onto a different career path: that of an entrepreneur. While not exactly making the list of billionaires, the nationwide chain of athletic stores has turned Jason Chapin into a hugely successful business owner. Nationwide chains and sponsorship deals across multiple sports has paid very, very lucratively.

Connor Chapin. (20) Piper's older brother and only sibling. Jason wanted Connor to follow in his footsteps but instead Connor is still mooching off of his parents while he does very little. Most days find him sleeping while most nights find him in front of a computer monitor.

A P P E A R A N C E

At a quick glance, Piper doesn't look like someone that comes from money at all.

Not that wealthy children have a certain look about them, but there is often a certain...air about those that come from a lot of money and it's clear in most of the student body at Strathmore; yet Piper, despite her name being Piper, vastly prefers keeping it as casual and low-cost as possible. On a typical day, which is to say when not in the formal attire of a Strathmore dress code, Piper wears a lot of jeans, each one just a tad on the snug side and some that look a few bad trips away from tearing away completely. Her absolute favorite article of clothing is the casual vest, which she will wear over her shirts unless she decides to go sleeveless for a day. A vest and sleeveless shirt? That's for weird people.

Her skin is naturally tan, a biracial child which often raised eyebrows with her extended family considering both of her parents are caucasian and she is about half. Piper's parents have never said why this is but Piper's not dense. Her hair, which is naturally curly unless she spends a fair amount of time in the morning making it look presentable, is a rather dark, muddy brown naturally though she's tried to lighten it up.

While not abnormally tall at 5'5", her physique stands out. No surprise for one that is more focused on the more...physical aspects of the Strathmore curriculum, Piper's body is rather taut. She won't be doing a lot of bench pressing - hers is more of a cardio menu with plenty of stamina and limber limbs to show for it - but it's clear from her arms and the tight curves that her presence on the tennis courts or on the track course are well earned.

Piper is slightly self conscious about her face; she's not a fan of her lips which she swears are puffy and unflattering, nor her smile which she swears is buck-toothed, and even her high cheek bones has her covering them with her hands if someone were to point it out.

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

There's a saying about looking gift horses in the mouth and that's something Piper does on a regular basis; the horse, of course, being her background. Piper might belong among the rich and elite of Strathmore but she doesn't seem to have the same style of manners that many of the stuffier, Hampton summering types do. Not to say that she's impolite, a couple of vulgar slips into conversation aside, but rather more...casual. She doesn't put her silverware in the proper order, still sometimes slurps her soup, and would sooner tell an amusing (sometimes potentially...insensitive) joke rather than an anecdote.

In a sense, Piper is a bit of a tomboy, though she loathes the term and people that use it as if that's all there is to her. Piper enjoys athletics, following in the footsteps of her dad, and if it wasn't for the insistence of her mother, Piper would've gone to a high school with a much better sports program. Still, her time at Strathmore has found her enjoying tennis and engaging in many a pick up game of basketball. Piper knows she'll never be the valedictorian, her academics are hardly anything to write home about - her last report card had one A on it and then a smattering of Bs and high Cs - but that doesn't stop her from being more than a little bit competitive.

Athletics are where she shines, which allows her to avoid catching the ire of those who pride themselves on their 4.0 status. So long as she's there making the tennis and basketball clubs look good, she can get away with having a C in Chemistry. Though Piper enjoys and even relishes 'schooling' people on the courts, when the whistle blows she's the first to offer a slap of the hand. It's all in the spirit of hopefully friendly competition, and the trash talk that comes with it is just part of the game; but the game ends at some point.

Though not a top student, Piper is hardly an idiot. Her best subject in school is math with Spanish taking a close second (though in the case of Spanish she has a bit of an advantage given that her mother is fluent). The only reason she does so poorly in Chemistry despite the presence of math is that Chemistry deals in way more complicated formulas whereas math is 'just numbers'. Piper, however, refuses to ask for help, seeing the sheer notion of asking for tutoring to be an admission of stupidity. It's not a matter of pride, more of Piper being incredibly stubborn. She wants to enjoy herself by being irreverent and being slow at chemical formulas and the scientific theory is just fine in her eyes. Leave the academics to the over achievers.

Piper considers herself to be funny and her social nature has her seeming like something of a chameleon, blending in with groups and engaging in conversation. She doesn't command a room but she can lighten the mood. Piper appreciates the value in a sudden injection of humor even at the more inappropriate of times. Of course, her irreverence and casual attitude comes with its own internal complications; Piper might be quoted as saying she doesn't care what people think of her, but there's only so long that lie can work..and it stopped working with Piper years ago. Piper assumes no one thinks highly of her, but for all her swagger and competitive nature, Piper has a glaring lack of self confidence that she can't let show. People believe in her. Maybe she can start believing in herself.

L I K E S

• Watching NBA games, preferably with someone who knows the sport.
• Stand up comedy specials and raunchy comedy movies. She has to steal her material from somewhere.
• Freshly made horchata. In a pinch, some horchata from an 'authentic' restaurant will suffice.
• Pineapple on pizza. Or just pineapple in general.
• When it's raining at night and the rain hits the window softly and she can count the thunder. Which is to say she likes storms.

D I S L I K E S

• Stock car racing. Generally she enjoys sports but there's something about racing that she doesn't enjoy. That goes for horse racing as well.
• Winter in all of its forms. Christmas is okay, though, but other than that winter is a nuisance.
• People that can't be real. Keep it real is more than just an outdated phrase, it's a way of life.
• Losing, specifically if the loss comes as a result of being completely steamrolled. A close loss is better than an easy win.

H I S T O R Y

Piper is just waiting for the day her parents can admit that she is adopted.

Of course she considers Jason and Vera as her parents because they are, but it would be nice to hear it from the source. She's never really sought out her biological parents since the family she has now is more than she could've ever hoped for. Piper doesn't remember much of her early childhood, and doesn't remember much of the orphanage since she spent so little time there; her earliest memories were of Connor being a brat and pushing her onto the floor when she was learning how to walk.

The Chapin name is not a known one to the well-off sorts. Jason is among the Nouveau riche and is the only Chapin that has done something of note. It's mostly because of the influence of Jason that Piper doesn't really see herself as having a silver spoon despite it being planted firmly in her hand. When Piper was approaching the age of ten, choices as to her upbringing were being made without her input. So much of her choices in life were made by her mother who, after writing off Conner due to his eagerness to spend money like it was free flowing, wanted Piper to make something of herself. "You have to overcome your adversity" was the way Vera phrased it and Piper still isn't sure what that adversity is and by now she's too afraid to ask.

It was Vera who wanted to groom Piper into being a well educated, proper sort, starting with private tutors that didn't take. Piper was far more interested in her father and his past glory. Some of her happiest memories were just sitting on the front stoop and watching a baseball game on a portable television with her father. Her relationship with Conner remains strained as Conner, even from a young age, never saw Piper as his sister and more as "a guest".

After the private tutors failed to make much of a dent in Piper, Vera convinced Jason to give boarding school a chance. Piper never wanted to go and even getting her to attend a private junior high school was an ordeal that involved scissors and hundreds of wasted dollars on uniforms. While she hasn't mellowed with age, she's learned to just accept her mother's wishes.

Strathmore Academy was not immediately welcoming. Piper's casual attitude and willingness to inject herself into the conversations of other people was seen as strange at first, though she began to change minds with her athletic talents. Her circle of true friends is still rather small but she's been able to find a way to fir in: by making others fit in with her. Piper has found her sphere of influence expanding ever so slightly since she's started dating one Elaine Carrington.

Piper met Elaine over a game of chess. Piper was checking out some extra-curricular activities and came across students playing the game. Wanting to see what the fuss was about, she challenged Elaine to a game - at the time Piper didn't know who Elaine or the Carrington's were. The chess game did not go well for Piper despite her best efforts. The next day, Piper challenged Elaine to a game of tennis. Then to a one on one game of basketball. Piper can't pinpoint the exact location that they became a couple, but it was probably some time after Piper asked "Are we dating?" during lunch period.

Piper still doesn't much know about the Carrington family; she likes Elaine because she's Elaine, not because she's Elaine Carrington; however, when her mother found out who Piper was dating, Vera insisted that Piper invite herself along to the Carrington reunion. A good impression to the Carrington family could certainly open a lot of doors. But Piper is just going because she figures Elaine could use a friendly face in her corner at this reunion.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S I N F O

Piper really hates her name. She's named after her grandmother (on her father's side) but she still hates it. Piper. Just sounds weird.

Piper is also secretly reading up on chess in order to one day beat Elaine at the game, something she has yet to do.

Relationships

Lee Carrington

"My mom says he's kind of a big deal. She's not wrong, but the reason I think he's a big deal is different than why she thinks he's a big deal."

Piper has no true opinion on the Carrington's yet. She does, however, hope that the heads of the family will approve of her if only so she can keep dating their daughter. Hell of a way to make an introduction.

Cassiopeia Carrington

"I wonder what my opening line should be? 'Hey, Mrs. C...I'm dating your daughter' seems a bit...forward?"

See thoughts on Lee.

Overwatch: Resurgence

Finna play as OCs in this, Ana and D. Va I guess unless not I dunno could also do Symm

Do you have a creative hobby outside of writing/roleplaying?

Does directing and production design count