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Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

Second place isn't bad ya know. :eyes:

@Altered Tundra

who the ^fu_ck do you think i am? second place?! ^{go fuck urself ken}

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

@Altered Tundra im still kicking, just been busy with german and surviving in this cruel cold world.

also i was aiming to have the most aesthetic sheet in thie RP and rockette just fucking snatched that right out under me

Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

dibs on son of dionysus with dylan o'brien and T^T i was hoping to get daughter of hecate

EDIT: margaret qualley for my other face claim

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Before you came round, my heart would never beat much faster
Before you came round, I was ready to slow down
Before you came round, I was heading for a small disaster
Before you came round, I was ready to blow me down

Before I was found, I felt like I could drain the ocean
Before I was found, I didn't want to breathe out
Now my soul beats a sound, loud enough to quiet the thunder
A love with no doubt, and now I'm never gonna slow down
Never gonna slow down

The last time Salem was at homecoming, he accidentally spilled punch all over Gwen’s dress, and spent the rest of the dance shooting guilty looks at his embarrassed girlfriend. She assured him it was fine, and forgave him easily enough, but he could tell it bothered her all throughout the night. Salem’s hand flexed where he held it tucked towards his body, Marisol’s arm looped through his, and he gave a suspicious glare towards the punch table.

Despite being afraid of spilling punch all over Mari’s absolutely stunning dress, he wouldn’t be a gentleman if he didn’t offer her a drink. Leaning down low, so she could hear him over the blasting music, Salem whispered into her ear, “Do you want something to drink?”

Marisol, who had totally not been busy looking around the room for any signs of her ex-best friend and Pinkie Pie, quickly whipped her head towards her date. “Oh my God, yes,” she immediately answered, turning to Salem with a look that was somewhat pleading and pitiful.

Not seeing Sonny around with Nadia was making her nervous… Like really nervous. Her anxiously creative brain was coming up with all different scenarios about where they could be and what they could be doing together, each scene getting progressively more suggestive and painful to visualize. Mar had been right in the middle of one with Sonny kissing Rainbow Dash’s and his hands moving slowly down her body when Salem mercifully interrupted this nightmare. Bless him for coming with a distraction at just the right time.

“Of course,” Salem smiled before guiding Mari around the throngs of people in the direction of the punch bowl, stationed at the very back of the first tent. “Think the punch is spiked?” he muttered curiously in her ear.

A naughty grin spread across the girl's face, green eyes sparkling with the mischief of knowing something nobody else did. “I don't know about the bowl, but ours will definitely be…” she answered before opening her sparkly bag and giving Salem a peek at two miniature bottles of tequila. “Took them from the stash in the game room at my place. Figured they would come in handy eventually in this stuck-up party.”

Salem hummed playfully in response, glancing up to meet her glittering eyes with his own. His eyes flickered and held Mari’s only for a second before he focused on scooping into a cup what is essentially red water with a shit ton of sugar in it. He imagined that if he moved over and took a sniff of the drink, he would probably smell if there was any alcohol mixed in. But, in the end, Sal refrained to do so, because the fun was in the mystery... Not to mention how utterly dumb he would look doing it.

“Well then, have at it.” Salem grins, offering the cup to her and inclining his in her direction to make the spiking of their cups less noticeable by any potentially hazardous people.

“One sec…” Mari said, giving a quick glance around the room. The chaperoning teachers were currently distracted with other students, and the whistle-blowing rats like Victoire Bailey were occupied making others miserable. Without wasting any more time, the young woman pulled out the tequila from her bag, unscrewed the cap and proceeded to use up about half the bottle to spike up both cups before screwing it back up and hiding it from view.

“There we go,” she said, satisfaction heavy in her voice as she took the spiked cup of punch from Sal's hand. Their eyes met again, and another smile was on her lips now. Mar didn't know if it was the lighting in the room or just her imagination, but the Italian-American boy seemed to get more good-looking the longer she stared at him. Alcohol would probably only emphasize this feeling, but that was the least of her worries. “Should we, like, make a toast or something?”

Salem waggled his eyebrows mischievously and cleared his throat, raising his cup and giving his best Gatsby impression. “To a beautiful night with a beautiful lady, and many hopes that I don’t accidentally step on your feet while dancing!”

As usual, the taller boy’s antiques brought a laugh to Marisol, who shook her head and raised her cup towards his. “You are just absolutely ridiculous, you know that?” she told him, a grin stretched from ear to ear. “But, alright, let me add onto that, then: here’s to a beautiful night with the most handsome gentleman, and many hopes that my complete lack of experience does not fuck up your dancing.”

Salem revelled for a second in Marisol’s beautiful laugh, like the sound of windchimes on a summer morning, and his face lit up with a sunny smile. “Bottoms up, then!” He cheered, taking a big gulp of the drink and it burned down his throat like liquid fire. His date followed suit, taking another big gulp of her own cup and giving Salem a bright smile.

Over the rim of his glass, Salem watched Marisol’s expression with genuine enjoyment in his eyes. The lighting was perfect and flattering to Marisol’s soft eyes, so reflective he could swear up and down that he saw his own image mirrored back at him. Her skin seemed so soft and, in the forefront of his thoughts, Salem wondered if it would feel silky under the deep grooves of his fingertips. Salem banished the idea the minute he thought it.

Clearing his throat, Salem dramatically held out his hand and bowed, “Well, my little enchilada, should we slam these drinks back so I can ask you to dance without wasting the tequila you so thoughtfully brought?”

The girl didn’t bother with a spoken response. Instead, she winked mischievously at him before expertly downing the cup in one gulp. “Done,” she announced proudly, acting as if the back of her throat wasn’t currently screaming and burning.

“Mighty impressive for such a small girl.” Sal teased before finishing his drink off, taking extra care to not get it everywhere.

“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet,” Mari teased back, wiggling her eyebrows at him. “There’s way more where that came from.”

As if on queue, a familiar song began to play over the speakers: lovelytheband’s ‘Broken’. Mari’s eyes lit up instantly at the sound of the first few notes, and she let out an excited gasp.

“Dude, I fucking love this song!” she cried out to Sal, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the middle of the dance floor. Smiling brightly, Mar threw her slender arms around his neck and began to sway to the upbeat music, singing along to the lyrics she knew so well.

Salem laughed at her eagerness, wrapping his arms around her and moving with the beat. Knowing that much of the night would be spent yelling over the din of the music, Salem took the time to rest his voice and simply enjoy the moment with Mari. He didn’t know the song playing very intimately, but he recalled hearing it once on the radio of his ma’s car. Either way, Mari seemed to be enjoying herself, which made him enjoy himself as well.

A few more upbeat songs played back to back after the first one, and Sal and Mari danced and sang along to every one of them. It didn’t matter whether it was pop, rock or rap, or whether they knew the lyrics or not: all that mattered was that they were having a ton of fun together. Whatever negative things she’d been feeling before had disappeared.

“Holy shit. I haven’t had this fun in a fucking while,” Marisol giddily told Salem, once again walking back to the refreshments table to grab one of the water bottles on the cooler. All that dancing and singing had left her breathless and thirsty. “This is the first homecoming I’ve been to since middle school.”

“That long?” Sal grabbed his own bottle and took a long pull of it, humming thoughtfully to what Mari was saying.

“Yup. The last Homecoming I went to was in sixth grade. The boys and I were there for about an hour before we decided to bounce the fuck out. We went over to my place to watch movies, play video games and eat pizza instead. It sort of became tradition after that: we would skip every school dance and just meet up at someone’s place to chill and hang out,” she explained, taking a few seconds to drink some water before giving Salem a soft smile. “I’m glad they forced us to come together this year, though. You’ve been amazing company so far.”

“Well, then, I am happy to be your first high school homecoming experience and I will make sure this will be the best homecoming of your life.” Sal bumped his water bottle against hers in cheers, smiling radiantly at her.

“Then you’ll be even happier to hear that you’re already doing a hell of a job,” she told him softly, looking up at him with a sweet expression that would take by surprise anybody who knew her.

“If I die tonight, I will die a happy man, it seems,” Salem responded and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, “I’m having a lot of fun, too, this time around. It’s easy being around you. Relaxed, you know.”

Sal could feel his face heat up and scratched his cheek bashfully. There must be a dopey smile on his face now; he was always a big idiot around pretty girls.

Salem’s words only made Mari’s smile widen. “You feel it too, huh?” she asked him, brow raised in curiosity. When the boy nodded, looking at her with those sweet, big brown eyes, Marisol bit her lip while heart did somersaults in her chest.

And before she realized it, she was blurting out every single word that was on her mind.

“I fucking swear: I’ve never felt as comfortable with someone as I do with you. And I know it's only been a week since we've known each other, but everything just seems to click. It’s, like, I can be myself without worrying about anyone or anything. Like, ever since the shit with Sonny happened, I’ve been feeling like complete horse shit. But ever since you came around, I haven’t felt like that at all. Instead, it’s, like, not only do you accept me for who I am, but you bring out the best of me. I… I’ve never felt like this before - with anyone. You’re just- You’re just, like, fucking amazing, Salem. Really fucking amazing.”

As she realized what she’d just said, it was Mari’s turn to blush scarlet. She didn’t know if it was the tequila that had caused her to pour her damn heart out like a damn fool, but she meant every single word she’d said. It was too late to take anything back, though. She would take the heat of whatever came next.

Sal’s heart thumped in his chest and he didn’t know if it was from a heart attack, the thrumming of the DJ’s bass, or something else. The feeling was vibrant and lively as much as it was aching and stretched. It was the perfect pull of hurt and heal, the throb being soothed and the soothing cycling to a throb. Like butterflies fluttering in his veins, Salem became hyper aware of the alcohol pumping through him - he wasn’t drunk, but obviously his good sense was impaired.

Even so, Salem reached out his hand to caress Marisol’s cheek. The grooves of his finger slid gently across her silky skin; it was just as he imagined, but better. Salem’s throat felt very dry, and it took him a moment before he could work his mouth long enough to call her name.

“Marisol…”

Salem wanted more. He wanted to draw her close and feel the pink of her lips, know the way she tasted, and bask in the warmth of her body pressed against his. Dizzy, so dizzy, and he was pulling her closer because he wanted more. Her lips were so close to his, Salem could feel each puff of her minty breath against his cheeks and he wanted to swallow it. So close, he was so close...

Instead, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket like a fly in a room that you just can’t catch. Abruptly, Salem jerked away from her, his hand falling, and his chest pounding. Mind swirling with ‘stupid, stupid, stupid’ and with headiness, Salem just barely saw through the fog enough to manage pulling his phone out to see who the ever-loving fuck was calling.

He was content to ignore it until he looked at the screen and saw who was calling him. Salem’s face contorted into a grimace when he pocketed the phone, his face losing some color and eyebrows furrowing.

“Shit, Mari, I need to take this call. Sorry.” Salem began to walk away when he stopped for a second and turned back around, “I’ll be right back, I promise.”

Marisol merely nodded as she watched him go, her mouth dry and unable to speak. Even if she was, she was certain no unintelligible words would come out. The girl was barely able to breathe, skin on fire where his gentle touch had been, while her heart was thumping loudly in her chest as if she’d just raced a marathon. Her head replayed the scene that had just happened over and over again, helping her come to terms with the very real fact that she’d definitely been just seconds away from making out with Salem Rivera.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

The more she thought about it, the more Marisol realized that she didn’t just want to kiss him, but was craving it… Craving him. Her body temperature rose and her tan skin became covered in goosebumps at the mere thought of it: lips locked together in a kiss that turned from sweet to passionate, bodies pressed together hard, hands running up and down bare skin where fancy clothes had mysteriously disappeared...

Oh God Almighty… She definitely needed a break.

Sighing deeply, the young woman grabbed her water bottle from the table and walked away in the direction of the gardens. Maybe some fresh air would help her clear her clouded judgement and raging hormones.

S: TCD [cancelled]

「七転び八起き」

“Nana korobi ya oki.”
Fall down seven times, get up eight.

Personal Dossier

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_Name

Uchiha Tomoya. ^{「うちは トモヤ」}

_Age

Twelve.

_Rank

Academy Student.

_Origin

Konohagakure.

_{Chakra Nature}

Fūton.

Characterization

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_{Physical Description}

Uchiha Tomoya is a wiry boy. He is tall in stature with gangly arms, long legs, and shorter torso. Typically, he stands an inch or two above those in the same age group as him. Despite his demeanor contrasting greatly with the mostly sullen Uchiha clan, he has the distinct coloring of an Uchiha. Raven hair frames his face and jagged bangs hang in his face, the parts cut unevenly with some chunks tickling the tip of his nose and others not even grazing his eyebrow. His skin is extraordinarily pale, and, on a hot day, he is more likely to get a sunburn than a tan. The feature that Tomoya detests the most are his eyes, which are narrow with feminine lashes and are a warm black rather than a steely obsidian. On any given day, the Uchiha boy can be seen with a multitude of Band-Aids and bandages from overworking himself in some way.

_Personality

Tomoya is a warm summer day with kids running rampant in parks with popsicle-stained mouths and colorful kites flying in the wind. Tomoya is the confetti that rains down during celebrations, snagging into hair and catching in the wind.

Tomoya is gaudy and flamboyant and bright.

His classmates see his flashiness, the way he works to be the brightest dot in the room – most find his gold-colored clothes more garish than dashing. Most say it’s just because he’s flamboyant, because he wants to be the center of attention. And they’re damn right. Tomoya is a showman, he likes it when eyes are on him and he can impress people with a splashy display and other such theatrics. It’s not because he’s arrogant, though, it’s because he’s insecure. Tomoya loves the validation, loves to impress. He’s a people-pleaser, kowtowing to his peers to get recognition for doing what they want – to get them to like him.

This deep-seated insecurity comes from Tomoya’s big fat inferiority complex that’s a mile wide. Being a clan member without being a part of the main branch is annoying and disheartening. Tomoya is average, he’s not this genius who gets everything right on the first try. Going to the clan compound every day, and seeing his clansmen – some who’ll be his superiors some day if they aren’t already – doing great things, big things, that Tomoya can’t even dream of? It breaks Tomoya every time. He doesn’t want to be a good shinobi, he wants to be a great one, and the cynic in him tells him he can’t do it. Because he’s average – not bad, but not good.

So, Tomoya works. He throws himself into doing the best job he can – in anything, whether its cleaning or its classwork. He overexerts himself by practicing outside of academy hours. Sometimes he tries dangerous tricks without supervision and subsequently has to cover the results of his failure with band-aids and flippant responses. Tomoya has a burning need to be the best at things – he doesn’t want average, he wants the gold medal. His competitiveness drives him each day to push himself further than he medically should. Needing to win so badly, Tomoya can often be described as self-negligent for the total disregard he shows his body. Though he doesn’t think himself invincible, he doesn’t notice the harmful effects his overworking has had because all that matters to him is working to be the best. This damaging habit has left him to be rather reckless and particularly gutsy, throwing himself into harm’s way not because he’s brave or because he wants to be a hero, but because he forgets the consequences of losing.

Personably, Tomoya is playful with a glitter of mischief, always giving his friends a hard time and encouraging the same treatment be given to him. Even though he’s gaudy in clothing and showmanship, always putting on a display with the world as his stage, that does not necessarily mean Tomoya is loud or cheery. Tomoya is average in temperament, in volume, in annoyance. He likes jesting, he likes roughhousing, but he’s not boisterous or optimistic or self-centered. Tomoya loves irony and wit and bad puns; he loves explosions of color and glitter and wide-eyed responses to unpredictability. He hates bathroom humor and lowbrow jokes and grossness; he hates arrogance and smugness and vanity.

_{Personal History}

Tomoya is not a member of the main house, but rather a distant relative. He’s a son of a simple shinobi and a shopkeeper.

Tomoya’s mother is a shopkeeper of a weapons store, and his father is a genin-lifer – much to his children’s embarrassment. His family is rather big, with three brothers and three sisters – Tomoya was born smack dab in the middle and suffers from Middle Child Syndrome. The eldest two, twin sisters, are always preening under his father’s affections, especially since they passed their genin exam three years before Tomoya, and his elder brother has the workings of a business genius. Equally, Tomoya’s younger sister is doted on constantly because of her sweet nature, his younger brother is always demanding attention for his gift in art, and the youngest brother is a baby. Babies get their kicks out of hogging parents’ attention. Tomoya chose to follow the shinobi path but shows the same average potential that led to his father’s inability to rise in the ranks.

Tomoya downright refuses to be a genin-lifer. Ever since he was a child and saw the geniuses of the Uchiha clan, Tomoya was filled with a bitter resentment for not being naturally good enough. He decided to set out and make himself into a prodigy – so far, his dreams are still unrealized despite how hard he works and he remains perfectly average.

Ever since joining the Academy, Tomoya spends most of his time training till his bones ache; his family has ill-concealed irritation towards him since he never helps out around the family shop.

Attributes

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_{Special Traits}

Stamina:

Because Tomoya spends so much time training, he has built up a lot of stamina and can often outlast many of his peers. It is extremely hard to tire out Tomoya's seemingly endless amount of energy.

Unpredictable:

Tomoya is unpredictable in his very nature. He thrives on surprising people and has an imaginative mind that can think up ridiculous schemes. When displaying his taijutsu skills, Tomoya often shows a flexibility in adapting the style based on last minute whims which gives him the element of surprise and he constantly is pulling self-made moves off.

Strategic:

Tomoya not only spent his time training, but poured over any piece of literature he could in an attempt to make himself better. Most of it never stuck to him; though, he shows promise in strategic thinking. Most of it is text-book, but with a little practice, Tomoya could become a formidable strategist.

Sharingan:

Not unlocked.

_{Character Focus & Skillset}

Genjutsu:

Since ninjutsu requires more chakra than Tomoya has, Tomoya decided to focus his talents on genjutsu in the last year at the Academy. Since then, he has been playing around with different genjutsu and realized it comes a lot easier to him than ninjutsu did. His genjutsu is good, but still remains in the average territory, much to Tomoya's chagrin. So far, Tomoya likes vision-based genjutsu the best.

Taijutsu:

Genjutsu is effective, but can cripple the user in a pickle. Tomoya mainly focused on taijutsu throughout his Academy years, since it is the easiest thing to train unsupervised in (Tomoya has broken many bones training unsupervised). He wants to take his taijutsu further, just in case there comes a point in a fight where his genjutsu is unusable. His stamina makes taijutsu one of his strong skills.

Creating jutsu:

Tomoya has a lot of big ideas that he wants to implement, to make things no one has ever done before. He's tried making jutsu and has even learned a couple of theoretical things behind it, but so far has managed to do jack shit. Still, he is determined to one day make one of a kind jutsu.

Relationships

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_Family

Uchiha Taisuke:

Tomoya's father. He is a source of great embarrassment for Tomoya because he is never moved up from a genin to a chunin. It came with great relief when his father retired from the shinobi forces and started working at the weapons' shop since being a genin did not pay well. Despite his embarrassment, he still loves his dad who is affectionate with all his kids.

Uchiha Meisa:

Tomoya's mother. Tomoya gets along well-enough with her, but she has trouble understanding his ambitions. Still, she is always supportive of everything he does to the point of smothering. Though, Tomoya not working in the shop is the occasional point of contention between the two.

Uchiha Kaede:

Tomoya's older sister and Kaori's twin, age fifteen. The insufferable one of the twin sisters, Kaede is a pretty good shinobi and takes every chance she gets to rub it in Tomoya's face. They fight like cats and dogs, but with a lot more destruction considering their disputes tend to get violent.

Uchiha Kaori:

Tomoya's older sister and Kaede's twin, age fifteen. The less insufferable one of the twin sisters, but still insufferable, Kaori makes it a habit of teasing Tomoya. The distinction between Kaori and Kaede is that Kaori never crosses the line into upsetting Tomoya while Kaede is unaware of where the line is. Kaori is fiercely protective of Tomoya, though, and will fight anyone who makes fun of him that is not one of their siblings.

Uchiha Toshiya:

Tomoya's older brother, age thirteen. Toshiya is the seemingly well-mannered son of the low Uchiha family - until he is behind closed doors. He is good at putting up a front in the company of others to make him and his family look good, but when its just the family Toshiya demonstrates a hot temper and a brash personality. Toshiya gets very annoyed with Tomoya, especially because he doesn't help around the shop.

Uchiha Kotoe:

Tomoya's little sister, age eight. Kotoe is a sweet girl who loves animals and helping people. She's also well-versed in backhanded compliments and bossing people around without them knowing she's bossing them around. Tomoya often employs the help of Kotoe whenever he wants something from another family member. They have a very professional relationship, with a working monetary system of favors they exchange.

Uchiha Tetsuya:

Tomoya's little brother, age five. Tetsuya is an artistic rascal who is constantly following Tomoya around. Of all his siblings, Tomoya is the closest to Tetsuya and is always buying him treats and art utensils.

Uchiha Takaya:

Tomoya's baby brother. He is a baby and inherently annoying to Tomoya.

_Peers

TBD

Jutsu List

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_{S Rank}

N/A

_{A Rank}

N/A

_{B Rank}

N/A

_{C Rank}

Demonic Illusion: False Surroundings Technique ^{「魔幻・此処非の術」}

_{D Rank}

Demonic Illusion: Hell Viewing Technique ^{「魔幻・奈落見の術」}

_{E Rank}

Academy Techniques

Academy 003: Seeds of Change [CLOSED]

I'll have a char up soon

Honey Lake Records /dead/

woop woop! i'll have a char up probably by the end of today lmao

ʙɪɢ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

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𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎?

"Hm, what? Oh. Oh! Yes, yes, my name. Uh, yeah, hi, I'm Wesley Gulliman. Uh, my family calls me Wes, naturally. My friends call me Jellyman though...'cos of the way my last name is pronounced. I, uh, really hope that nickname doesn't catch in the BB house, y'know."

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞?

"Uhh, I am twenty-tw-three. I am twenty-three, I just had a birthday like six months ago so I'm not quite used to it yet."

𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎?

"I really want to focus on the game and the money, that million dollars could really change my life. I think a showmance would just get in the way, y'know. Whether it's with a guy or girl, this boy isn't interested in finding love in the big brother house. God, I don't like the way I said that."

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖?

"I was born and raised in a fishing port in Alaska."

𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚋?

"I work with my old man in the fishing industry. Sometimes we go on ships to catch the, um, crabs and all and also a lot of fishing for salmon. When it's not fishing season, I tend to do odd jobs here and there. Right now I am working as a manager of the local donut shop over the weekends and working as a receptionist at the dentist's office."

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛?

"Uh, well, I grew up in Alaska all my life. Never really left the state 'cept that one time when I had to go to Québec for a fisherman convention. Yeah, I didn't know those things were like, a thing either. My family kinda struggled to meet ends growing up. My pops is a fisherman too, which means he only works for part of the year and the rest is just minimum wage jobs. So, we had a good amount of funds saved up so I could go to college. But, my mom made some bad investments and we lost a lot of the money. There's not much else to say, I pretty much spent most of my life working. I mean, at the age of nine, I started working the hell out of a lemonade stand."

𝙰𝚗𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚜, 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞?

【"A lot of people in my hometown think I won't, I don't know, flourish I guess, in Big Brother because of my personality. They told me I am too much of an honest, straightforward type of guy who doesn't expect duplicity - that's a word, right? - from other people. But I'm really good at needlin' stuff out of people because I am so honest and trustworthy. I think that will really help me in the house."】

【"I'm really good at keeping my emotions to myself. None of my relatives have been able to best me in a round of Poker since I joined the Thanksgiving gambling table after turning seventeen."】

【"Uh, this is a bit of a downside kinda thing, but I have really bad anxiety. Especially social anxiety. So I have some like prescribed medicine for it. That's not going to be a problem in the house right? Accommodations and all that, y'know?"】

【"Am I athletic? I wouldn't say I'm athletic. But, with all my part-time jobs I've had in the past, I'm hoping I can use that knowledge and like apply it, y'know. I'm real good with balancing 'cos of all waitering - that's not a word, is it? - that I had to do. Plus, I got pretty strong arms from having to help on the fishing boats and all that. And I'm a great swimmer!"】

【"The cold doesn't bother me at all. Me and my friends used to go swimming in the ocean when we were bored and see who could last the longest. Poor Teddy had to have one of his toes amputated..."】

𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚗?

"I've always thought that if you work hard, then you deserve to get the rewards. Uh, so yeah...that's why I deserve to win, I think. I don't know, probably sounds like a stupid reason."

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚜?

"Um, well, I don't know. I think I'd hire like an accountant or something, or whoever it is that helps with investments and all that...yeah. I don't know, I just want to be smart about my money and get the most out of it, y'know."

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@MissCapnCrunch Here is my nervous, gullible fisherman son

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𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎?

"Hm, what? Oh. Oh! Yes, yes, my name. Uh, yeah, hi, I'm Wesley Gulliman. Uh, my family calls me Wes, naturally. My friends call me Jellyman though...'cos of the way my last name is pronounced. I, uh, really hope that nickname doesn't catch in the BB house, y'know."

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞?

"Uhh, I am twenty-tw-three. I am twenty-three, I just had a birthday like six months ago so I'm not quite used to it yet."

𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎?

"I really want to focus on the game and the money, that million dollars could really change my life. I think a showmance would just get in the way, y'know. Whether it's with a guy or girl, this boy isn't interested in finding love in the big brother house. God, I don't like the way I said that."

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖?

"I was born and raised in a fishing port in Alaska."

𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚋?

"I work with my old man in the fishing industry. Sometimes we go on ships to catch the, um, crabs and all and also a lot of fishing for salmon. When it's not fishing season, I tend to do odd jobs here and there. Right now I am working as a manager of the local donut shop over the weekends and working as a receptionist at the dentist's office."

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛?

"Uh, well, I grew up in Alaska all my life. Never really left the state 'cept that one time when I had to go to Québec for a fisherman convention. Yeah, I didn't know those things were like, a thing either. My family kinda struggled to meet ends growing up. My pops is a fisherman too, which means he only works for part of the year and the rest is just minimum wage jobs. So, we had a good amount of funds saved up so I could go to college. But, my mom made some bad investments and we lost a lot of the money. There's not much else to say, I pretty much spent most of my life working. I mean, at the age of nine, I started working the hell out of a lemonade stand."

𝙰𝚗𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚜, 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞?

【"A lot of people in my hometown think I won't, I don't know, flourish I guess, in Big Brother because of my personality. They told me I am too much of an honest, straightforward type of guy who doesn't expect duplicity - that's a word, right? - from other people. But I'm really good at needlin' stuff out of people because I am so honest and trustworthy. I think that will really help me in the house."】

【"I'm really good at keeping my emotions to myself. None of my relatives have been able to best me in a round of Poker since I joined the Thanksgiving gambling table after turning seventeen."】

【"Uh, this is a bit of a downside kinda thing, but I have really bad anxiety. Especially social anxiety. So I have some like prescribed medicine for it. That's not going to be a problem in the house right? Accommodations and all that, y'know?"】

【"Am I athletic? I wouldn't say I'm athletic. But, with all my part-time jobs I've had in the past, I'm hoping I can use that knowledge and like apply it, y'know. I'm real good with balancing 'cos of all waitering - that's not a word, is it? - that I had to do. Plus, I got pretty strong arms from having to help on the fishing boats and all that. And I'm a great swimmer!"】

【"The cold doesn't bother me at all. Me and my friends used to go swimming in the ocean when we were bored and see who could last the longest. Poor Teddy had to have one of his toes amputated..."】

𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚗?

"I've always thought that if you work hard, then you deserve to get the rewards. Uh, so yeah...that's why I deserve to win, I think. I don't know, probably sounds like a stupid reason."

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚜?

"Um, well, I don't know. I think I'd hire like an accountant or something, or whoever it is that helps with investments and all that...yeah. I don't know, I just want to be smart about my money and get the most out of it, y'know."

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im a huuuuge big brother fan!!!

i think i'll make a male with a complex set @MissCapnCrunch