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Rosefell High.

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JayVaughn had decided to leave the bouncy house not too long after he'd climbed inside. It was fun while it lasted, but he decided to cut his fun short when more drunk teenagers started to join him; it would only be a matter of time before one of them hurled up everything they'd consumed that night, and he didn't want to be around when that happened. In swift motions, the young man pulled his shoes back onto his feet, dusted off his pants and shirt to make sure that everything was still in its rightful place, and begun to head back inside to search for some of his friends. Soon enough, JJ had spotted several familiar faces near the liquor table; he approached them all with a smile on his face, but stopped dead in his tracks when he realized what was about to happen.

"All right, who wants in on this? I've got Melissa and her boy as the 2-1 favorites-" JJ heard someone say, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes at the immaturity of it all. Leave it to the Rosefell crew to start and instigate a fight at the very first party of the year.

"Ayo, Dee," JJ said, coming to a stop at the boy's side once he'd finally gotten over the initial shock of seeing Melissa snap. "You take care of that, and I'll get ol boy... make sure he doesn't try anything to get back at Melissa." And without hesitation, JJ made his way over to an unfamiliar Jackson Park; he lay a friendly hand on the guy's shoulder and began to make an attempt at pulling him away from the scene. "That was a nasty ass kick you took there," JJ said, a hint of amusement in his voice as he spoke that he quickly tried to mask. "Let's go find you some ice or something, ight? I know that shit gotta hurt."

Rosefell High.

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It wasn't long before Tyler found herself maneuvering through the crowded inside of the well-decorated home once more; With a half-full cup of Hennessey and coke in hand, she tried her best not to bump into anyone too hard. This proved to be quite the task for someone who'd already downed a half cup of her own concoction before refilling it to the brim; the girl found herself mumbling apologies to random Liberty students as she aimlessly stumbled her way past. It didn't really surprise Tyler when she nearly knocked out both herself and someone else; she looked up at the large figure prepared to either apologize or throw a punch, but was relieved to see that it was only DeShawn. "Stay in your lane, mama," the Linebacker said with a smile that Ty instantly returned. "Nearly cleaned you out. I mean, I know you can kick my ass but still…”

"Damn right I can! As long as you know it," Ty said with a chuckle as she lightly patted Dee on the shoulder. "And yeah we definitely should catch up. I'll find you la-" Ty's sentence was cut short when she noticed that Dee had momentarily directed his attention elsewhere; she followed his gaze to see that he was staring at none other than the Queen of Thorns herself. She stood right in front of two people Ty didn't immediately recognize, but she could tell just from how they looked that they were Liberty kids. It looked like they were involved in a pretty heated conversation, and it wasn't long before Dee excused himself from their brief conversation and and appeared at Melissa's side. "Well... okay, then," Ty said to herself as she stood by for a couple of minutes, watching to make sure that she didn't have to run up and punch a bitch. But it looked like Dee had things under control, so she continued on her way.

After taking another few gulps from her cup, Tyler continued to roam the house, internally debating whether or not she was drunk enough to dance with a group of random Freshman. Her thoughts were interrupted, however, when she suddenly felt someone come slamming into her chest. "Jo!" Ty exclaimed, welcoming her hug with open arms once the shorter girl's face had finally come into focus. "I've been okay, I guess. Just trying to drink my weight in dark liquor... you know, nothing too crazy. Those burgers are amazing by the way. I don't know what Spike did to make them taste so good, but holy cow."

When Joanne motioned to her friend who stood not too far away, it only took Tyler a second to agree to meeting her. "Yeah, no I'm not busy! Let's go-" But yet again, Tyler was stopped mid-sentence when she heard commotion from behind her. And she turned right in time to see Melissa make a move that Ty didn't think she had in her. "Here we fucking go... finally! A fight. What's a Rosefell party without a good fight?" Tyler said, a hint of excitement in her voice as she turned to watch the events unfold.

"My money's on Melissa."

Edenridge

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Smoking weed was Keisha Carter's source of relaxation and temporary happiness. In her mind, she believed that getting high would take all of her fears and problems away — and it did... for a brief moment, at least. For those few short hours, Keisha's perfectly pearled joint would ease all of her worries, cure her heartache, and comfort her when she was feeling lonely. It became her peace of mind. Nowadays she spent more time getting high than anything; whether she was at work, in class, or simply chilling in her bedroom, she always had a joint tucked away somewhere, ready to be put to good use.

The only problem Keisha had with getting high was when it all started to wear off. It was then that she would be able to think clearly again. Reality would start to set back in, and the euphoric feeling she once felt would slowly start to slip away. Keisha woke up at around eight o'clock that morning, and despite having cotton-mouth from smoking the night before, she was stone-cold sober. "Wake and fucking bake," she muttered under her breath as she lazily swiped her arm to the left, her hand searching the nightstand. Her eyes remained shut thanks to the blinding sunrays that beamed light through her window, but she found what she was looking for with ease. And without even moving from her spot on the bed, Keisha lit the end of her joint and took a hit. It was only after she heard footsteps outside of her bedroom door that she came to her senses, opened her eyes, and scrambled to hide the rest of her stash.

"Keisha Nicole Carter. I know damn well you're not smoking that stuff in my house again," her mother's shrill voice suddenly said as her door began to be pushed open. "And don't even try to lie. I was your age once upon a time, and I know what it smells like."

Keisha couldn't help but roll her eyes as her mother's figure appeared in the doorframe. And as the woman came in and began to pull open her curtains, she couldn't help but let out a loud groan. "I guess knocking before entering isn't a thing anymore," the young woman said sarcastically as she grabbed one of her pillows and plopped it over her face.

"Not in my house it isn't."

"Aren't you supposed to be at work right now? Tending to your plants or... something?"

"I took today off, thank you very much," the woman said matter-of-factly as she began to pick up a few random articles of clothing that had been carelessly tossed around the room by her daughter. "I figured I'd take a few flowers from the shop and go visit Ty this morning... maybe sit and have a little chat with him. Catch him up on everything that's been going on recently."

"It's not like he can actually hear you," Keisha responded bluntly, her voice muffled thanks to the pillow. The silence that followed, however, instantly made her regret what she said. She removed the pillow to see that her mother was still absently tidying up her messy room, but the somber expression on her face said it all. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that," She said in an attempt to backtrack, but they both knew that she was lying through her teeth.

"It's alright," Keisha's mother said, forcing a smile as she took one last glance around. "Anyway, you're more than welcome to come if you'd like. You haven't been to visit since... well, since the funeral. It'd be nice." And as soon as those words had left her mother's mouth, Keisha let out another groan and rolled over on her side, facing her wall.

There was so much that she wanted to say in that very moment... so much about how she sometimes still pretended that Ty was alive and just away on a trip or something. Or about how she dreamed that he had just left a few days ago and was only a phone call or quick bus ride away, and that visiting his gravesite would do nothing but force her to face reality. But instead, just like every other time her mother attempted to drag her along, she simply said: "A cemetery? No thanks. Place gives me the creeps." And just like each other time, her mother shot her a sad, knowing look before leaving her to her own devices. Within the next couple of minutes, Keisha heard the front door open and close, and that was when she knew she was in the clear.

Soon after, Keisha was smoking again, but this time in the seat next to her window. She'd even decided to put her record player to use while she did so. She stared out into the front yard as she took a hit, her eyes following the mailman as he tossed a couple of envelopes into their mailbox. But before she could even think about going to check if she'd received another one of Charlie's journal entries, her high had finally started to settle in. She didn't want anything to blow it.

Rosefell High.

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"We totally have cheese,” the mystery Liberty dude suddenly blurted out, causing Tyler to let out a light chuckle in response. She shook his hand without hesitation, and grabbed her plate from Spike immediately afterwards. The smell of the freshly grilled cheeseburger and hotdog wafted to her nose in an instant, making her stomach rumble and her mouth salivate. She reached for the ketchup as soon as Eleazar's friend or whoever returned it to its proper place on the table.

"Nice to meet ya Christian," she said, flashing the boy a flirtatious smile before refocusing her attention on the plate of food before her. She took a couple of seconds to coat her hotdog in ketchup, as well as draw a cute little smiley face on her cheeseburger before remembering that she had yet to introduce herself to both Christian and Eleazer. "I'm Tyler, but everyone around here just calls me Ty." As soon as she finished speaking, Ty took that opportunity to find out if Spike and Eleazar were as gifted on the grill as Christian had made them out to be. She took a fairly large bite out of her burger, and her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head as soon as she began to chew. "Holy shit, you weren't kidding. These are the fucking bomb." she said to Christian between bites, a euphoric feeling beginning to overtake her body. What a wonderful way to satisfy her munchies.

Ty had only gotten about halfway through her burger before the smell of tobacco suddenly overcame her senses. The young woman let out a cough as she watched Christian wave away a cloud of smoke that had been blown in their faces by none other than... "Cade! Hey! Everything's all good. You should try one of these burgers... it's good shit, I'm telling ya." And with that, she took another bite of her burger. "Now Cade, you already know I fuck with you heavy... but is that a... a black n mild that you're smoking? Come on now... I got something better we all can smoke in my purse." And just as she was about to dig around for her baggie of joints, the small group was joined by yet another.

"Hello, Chris. Hello, Ty..." A new voice called out, and Ty whipped her head around to see a familiar face walking in their direction. Tyler couldn't help but feel a little... or actually, a lot surprised at the fact that she was seeing none other than Grisha Blackmore at a high school party. She never would've pegged him as the partying type, despite only knowing him for less than a week. But, who knows? Maybe she had gotten him all wrong. Nevertheless, she greeted him with the same stoned, goofy grin she'd given to almost everyone else who'd walked by.

"Hey Grish, how's it going?" The young woman said once he'd come to a stop nearby. "Grisha, that's Spike, Eleazar, and Cade... guys, this is Grisha." She probably could've been a little more detailed, but she was way more interested in finishing what was on her plate than making introductions. She'd finished the hamburger and had set her sights on the hotdog; she'd eaten about half when she realized just how dry her mouth had suddenly become. She finished the rest of her food within thirty seconds, and tossed her plate in the nearby trash before saying, "I'm gonna go find where the drinks are if anyone wants to tag along... I'm gonna need something very very strong before going out on that dancefloor." And as she began to walk away, she threw her hand up and waved at those behind her.

"See ya. Have fun. Find me later if you wanna smoke."

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A feeling of relief washed over JJ as Olivia, or Liv, offered him a gentle smile and warm response to his compliment. And he was just about to answer her question about how he was enjoying the party before another person unexpectedly interrupted their conversation. "Alright, let's move it along now," the taller boy had said as he slunk an arm around Liv's shoulder, and all of the relief that had been present in JJ's body suddenly washed away. Who in the Hell was this guy? And why did he have to swoop in right when things were starting to go well?

JayVaughn watched in silence as Liv scowled at the older boy, but flashed her a kind smile when her eyes found his once more. "Yeah, I guess I'll just... catch you later," he said back before she was pulled away in the opposite direction. "Hope you guys have fun." But by the time he'd finished this last sentence, the pair were already out of hearing range. "Fuck," the young boy muttered under his breath as he rolled his eyes, turned on his heel, and began making his way back to the cooler to retrieve his bottle of water. While he was slightly annoyed by what had just happened, the young man decided, as he took a few gulps from the bottle, that he wouldn't let it put a damper on the rest of his night. He knew that this wouldn't be the last time he'd try to get to know Liv; hopefully then there won't be any more interruptions.

Soon, JJ found himself wandering around the large house, searching for any familiar faces. He pushed through the crowds of students and eventually found himself in the backyard. His eyes instantly lit up at the sight of it all. It didn't take him long to set sights on the large bouncy house that stood in the grass, not too far from the pool. He could see a few drunken students had already started wildly jumping about inside, and suddenly felt the urge to join them.

After thinking it over for a few seconds, he decided to give in to his inner-child. He left his sneakers in a dark spot behind the bouncy house out of the fear of them being stolen (old habits), and then entered through the little door in the front. He was welcomed by everyone with open arms.

Edenridge

Keisha Carter

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Name

Keisha Nicole Carter

Nicknames

Nicki, Kei

Age

20

Gender

Female | She/They

Sexuality

Bisexual

Relationship Status

Single

Appearance Details

• Hair: Brown | 3B/3C Curls that reached her mid-back until her recent cut. | Usually worn in box braids or faux locs.
• Eyes: Brown
• Height: 5'7"
• Body Type: Athletic Build | Slim figure
• Clothing Style: Keisha's wardrobe consists mostly of vintage band tees, oversized pants/jeans, and sneakers that she either thrifted for cheap or spent half her paycheck on. She'll only switch it up to a more polished look for special occasions. As far as accessorizing goes, she usually wears an assortment of necklaces, chokers, gold rings and crystal bracelets. She also prefers carrying around large tote-bags rather than the typical purse.
• Makeup Wise: She usually prefers to opt for a more "natural" makeup look, though she'll always wear a dark lipstick or gloss. On special occasions she'll choose brighter shades.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Keisha has a whopping total of 25 tattoos, most of them being smaller than the size of a nickel. She started getting them at age 16, and doesn't plan on stopping anytime soon. As far as piercings go, she has several in her ear and one through her septum.

Personality Traits

Passionate, Creative, Extroverted, Empathetic, Benevolent || Emotional, Blunt, Self-Destructive, Sarcastic, Careless

Biography

Most people in Edenridge initially knew Keisha as none other than the virtuoso, sweet twin sister of Ty Carter, a young man from the Bronx who had begun to change in ways no one ever expected when he and the rest of his family moved to South Boston. He'd begun dealing drugs and running with the wrong crew when he was fourteen years old, and despite being the respectful and comical young linebacker that everyone knew him to be, started to make a name for himself around town in a way that deeply troubled his sister. He had always been very overprotective of Keisha, and did everything in his power to make sure that she and their single mother were well taken care of. Their father had left the picture when the siblings were seven years old; he'd beaten their mother so badly that Keisha had no other choice but to call the police. He was sentenced to four years in prison later that year, and was never heard from again once he was released.

Despite being just three minutes younger than her brother, Keisha always felt as though Ty treated her like a child. She was also tired of living in his shadow in Edenridge, and decided around the age of fifteen that it was time to make a change. As Sophomore year came to an end, and her Junior year finally began, Keisha slowly started to break out of her "shell." She'd started to dress a bit too inappropriately and pack on pounds of makeup, purposely attracting the attention of many of Ty's friends, both on the football team and in the streets. She'd even gotten into a brief relationship with one of the latter, resulting in her losing her virginity at the age of fifteen. When Ty found out what was going on between the two, he beat the boy senseless until he'd promised to never step foot near the two of them again.

Because Keisha had started to fall in love with the boy, she slowly but surely started to resent her brother and "act out." She'd stay out late partying with older teens, smoking and drinking until she passed out. She'd have a new boyfriend or girlfriend every other week, and didn't really keep up her grades. She'd even found herself in an abusive relationship at one point, but got out of it when her big brother came to the rescue. She'd get into countless shouting matches with her mother, and didn't really care much about what happened in the future; she'd already given up on music, so by then she was just going with the flow. It wasn't until after her brother was shot and killed that things finally reached their turning point.

Charlie Decker. That was the name of the very first boy she'd ever had real feelings for, despite constantly insisting to those around them that they would only ever be "just good friends." They were nearly inseparable during their first two years of high school, only to become strangers when Keisha ditched him for a different crowd during their Junior year. Keisha had been walking to the girl's bathroom when the first shot rang through the air, echoing in the silent halls. As if rehearsed, Keisha instantly sprung into action: she sprinted into the bathroom, went into an empty stall, locked the door, sat on the toilet with her feet on the seat.... It was a total miracle that she'd managed to evade Charlie on that dreadful day; she knew for a fact that one of those bullets was intended for her. Her entire world turned upside down, however, when she came to the realization that he'd settled for taking her big brother in her place.

With Ty gone, Keisha didn't want to stay in Edenridge a moment longer than she had to; the place only gave her bad memories. She spent that Summer after graduation holed up in her bedroom, mourning her loss. And when August rolled around she packed her things, headed for the first (and only) college in NYC that would accept her into their music program, and found a part-time job in a record store to help pay for some of her expenses. A year later, she's still pretty traumatized from everything that happened Senior year, but has managed to turn things around in a positive way. And while starting to feel like her "old self" again, she still does not look forward to going back home for the Summer, and hates that she can't afford to stay on her own.

Family

✂ Maurice Carter | Father | Alive?
✂ TyShawn (Ty) Carter | Twin Brother | Deceased
✂ Lisa Brooks | Mother | Alive

Misc.

Zoe Kravitz | #D86401
✂ She plays the electric guitar, alto sax, piano, and writes her own songs.
✂ DJs on weekends for extra cash.
✂ Rides a scooter since she can't yet afford a car.
✂ Smokes weed to cope/sleep through the night.
Fly Away

Rosefell High.

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When the boys finally went their separate ways after making it into unfamiliar territory, JJ decided that his very first destination would be the kitchen. He'd never been really big on alcohol since he knew that he could have just as much fun without it, but figured that he may as well help himself to a little cup of jungle juice. After all, it was all free, and it wasn't like he would be driving himself home that night. His nose scrunched up after he took the first sip, but once he got used to the taste he downed the rest in two large gulps. "Ugh," the young man grunted as he tossed the cup into the trash, the aftertaste of the liquid lingering in his mouth. "Definitely not drinking anymore of that."

So instead, JJ grabbed himself a nice, cold bottle of water from the very bottom of the cooler. It was as he began to straighten back up that he caught a glimpse of a blonde-haired beauty who definitely wasn't from Rosefell. It took him a little second to realize that it was the "Olivia something" girl he'd mentioned to the boys earlier. JJ watched in amusement as a vaguely familiar looking redhead helped blonde babe through what he assumed to be her very first shot of the night, the corner of his lips turning upward when she slammed the empty cup back onto the counter.

It was after the redhead had left the blondie to her own devices that JJ decided to finally make his move. After tossing his bottle back into the cooler and doing a quick, slightly nervous once-over of himself in his cell phone camera, JJ began to make his approach.

"Olivia, right?" JJ said once he'd come to a stop beside her, a boyish grin plastered across his face. "You probably don't remember me from that boring bio class, but I'm JayVaughn. JJ for short." And then he started feeling himself. His nerves completely gone, JJ leaned to the side, his elbow resting on the counter she stood at. He paused for less than a second to decide which cheesy line he was going to attempt to use on her, but in the end decided to just tell her the truth. "I saw you come in not too long ago, and just had to come and let you know how beautiful you look tonight."

Nice one, JJ.

Rosefell High.

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"Just keep your head down this year, Tyler. Please."

Just like the two years before, Tyler Andrews' mother had called her daughter at exactly 5:30 in the morning on her first day back to school, her usual "don't get into any trouble this year" speech ready to be spewed from her lips. And just like the beginnings of her Sophomore and Junior years, Tyler simply let her mother's words go in one ear and out the other; She only offered her a "sure mom" and "okay, I gotcha" whenever she was actually able to get a word in.

"I'm serious this time, Ty," her mother had said as Ty prepared herself for the long day ahead. "You need to put more focus and energy into your studies than you do in causing trouble. You're a bright girl with an even brighter future. Hell, maybe you could've been valedictorian if you didn't get into so much shit. Do you know how great that would've looked on your college applications? You would've had no trouble getting into Morgan."

Tyler's mother had continued ranting for a solid ten minutes before she finally left her daughter to finish preparing for school. And as always, she'd called Tyler's father right afterwards, expressing just how sure she was that this was gonna be Ty's year, and that this would surely be the time she finally soaked in her mother's words and stopped all of her typical "nonsense." And this time around, just like every other year, Tyler wound up disappointing her mother in less than a week.

"Watch your fucking mouth when you speak to me," Tyler had screamed across the room to who she assumed to be one of the new Liberty kids, right in the middle of their AP Government class. "I'll hop over these desks so motherfucking quick... don't try me, bitch. You're in Rosefell now." And just like that, on the very first day of school, Tyler found herself sitting in the principal's office, awaiting the detention slip with her name lazily scrawled across the front. It was during that time that she spotted none other than Spice Cross come storming out of the principal's office, no doubt after being disciplined for whatever Spice-esque thing she'd done that morning. Ty didn't bother making eye contact with the girl after deciding that she had much better things to look at. So instead, she focused on her Instagram feed until she was called in to face the music.

"Two days of after school detention," Tyler had said to one of her friends after being sent to her next class with a pink slip in her hands. "Not too bad if you ask me, though I do think they went a little overboard. It's not like I put hands on the bitch... yet."

So Tyler spent those next couple of days dozing off in English class, gossiping with the Biology teacher, and enduring the consequences for what she almost did. But hey, at least she wasn't the only one who'd received detention that week. And it was during one of her detentions that she found out about a certain party that was going on that Friday night; it only took her a split second to decide that she was gonna go buy the sluttiest shortest mini-dress she could find on the clearance rack and show those Liberty kids how to really party.

"I'm just going to hang out with a couple of the new Liberty girls, nothing too big," Ty had told her dad as she poked her head into his bedroom, her cheetah print dress hidden by a pair of oversized sweatpants and a Howard crewneck. "We're probably just gonna end up watching The Princess Diaries and ordering a few pizzas or something... or maybe it'll be sushi. God only knows what those rich kids eat on the regular. Let's hope I don't get sick. Don't wait up for me." And then she ran, hoping and praying that her dad didn't happen to look out into the backyard and see her stripping in the bushes or taking a few large gulps from one of his previously unopened bottles of Crown Apple.

Deciding that it wouldn't be very safe or smart to ride her skateboard all the way to the Liberty side of town, Ty opted to spend some of her hard earned tutoring money to get herself an Uber. Thankfully, she ended up with a female driver who had absolutely no problem picking her up at the nearest corner store. She also didn't have an issue with Ty taking a few hits from her pre-rolled joint as long as she kept the back windows rolled down. "Thanks again," Tyler said to the woman as she gently closed the back door and turned to take in the very large house that stood before her.

"Have a good night sweetie. Be safe," the middle-aged woman called out before pulling off, leaving Tyler standing at the edge of the driveway. She stood there for a few seconds in awe, taking in her unfamiliar surroundings, before shaking it off and making a beeline for the entrance.

Tyler Andrews thrived in social situations; As soon as she stepped foot into the crowded home, her mood instantly began to improve. Most of the faces she spotted as she pushed her way through the crowd of students were unrecognizable; she saw a few Rosefell kids here and there, most of whom had either found their way to the liquor table, the beer pong table or... had started grilling burgers in the backyard? An amused expression washed over Ty's face as she watched none other than the school mascot hand a plate of hotdogs to a couple of drunken girls, his usual perverted grin plastered across his face. It was then that she realized just how amazing a cheeseburger would taste right about then. Or, no... maybe a hotdog with extra ketchup? As high as Ty was, she figured she might as well get both to satisfy her munchies. She also knew that it would be best to not drink on an empty stomach.

So in less than a minute, Ty had made her way to her destination, only pausing momentarily when she noticed the glowing bouncy house and white tarps that were not too far away from where she was heading. "Wow, they really went all out with the decorating," Ty said to both Spike and who she assumed to be a Liberty kid once she'd reached the grill. "An area for paint wars, a pool, and a big ass bouncy house? So much better than the parties where I'm from, where the only other form of excitement came when the shooter decided it was time for everyone to go home." Ty's tone was light and joking, but there was nothing but truth in the words she spoke.

"Anyways... hey guys. Spike! How's it goinnnnn? You think I can get a burger too? With cheese if you got it... Oh, and a hotdog too. I'm starving."

Rosefell High.

Tyler Andrews || Rosefell High

_{{FC: Kiana Lede, Dialogue Color: #C0C0C0 | Silver}}

Name

Tyler Latrice Andrews

Nicknames

Ty

Age

18 || June 15th || Gemini

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Bisexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Athlete || Geek

Appearance Details

• Hair: Dark Brown | 3B/3C Curls that reach her mid-back | Usually worn in protective styles such as box braids or twists.
• Eyes: Hazel
• Height: 5'7"
• Body Type: Athletic Build | Hourglass figure
• Clothing Style: Tyler loves shopping, and will often spend whatever money she can squeeze out of her father on the cutest but least expensive clothing items she can find either in the mall or thrift shop. Not afraid to show a little bit of skin, Ty is constantly breaking the school dress code with her exposing blouses, crop tops, denim shorts, and mini dresses. She'll accessorize with a few pieces of jewelry, the most notable being the jade necklace she always wears around her neck. On her feet, you'll typically see a cute pair of boots, platforms, or sneakers.
• Makeup Wise: Ty usually prefers to opt for a more "natural" makeup look, though she'll always wear a dark lipstick or gloss. On special occasions she'll choose something brighter and add glitter wherever she can.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: She has a few scars on her legs from childhood incidents. She also has two small tattoos, one on her collarbone and one in front of her ear. She plans to get something bigger once she graduates. As far as piercings go, Tyler has three nose piercings: two in her right nostril and one septum piercing. She also has several ear piercings in both ears.

Personality Traits

Loyal, Extroverted, Friendly, Intelligent, Fun-Loving || Wild, Reckless, Short-Tempered, Over-Protective, Aggressive

Most people who first meet Tyler would initially describe her as the life of the party. A fun-loving girl with little inhibition, Ty knows how to have a good time, and definitely isn't afraid to do so. She's wild, spontaneous, extroverted... and maybe even a little reckless at times. She'll get along with just about anyone who's kind, and will absolutely love those who can keep up with her. Hang around her long enough and you'll also realize that Ty is much more than just a beautiful ball of chaotic energy. A true science geek, Ty excels in most of her classes at Rosefell, but generally puts more of her focus on Chemistry and Physics. She'll tutor anyone who asks (for a fee) and is adored by the science department. She's also fiercely loyal, and can always be counted on to stick up for her friends.

If you hang around longer, you'll eventually get a preview of Tyler's more... unfavorable side. Having struggled with controlling her temper for the majority of her life, it's not unusual to find Tyler in the middle of a fight. Whether on the soccer field, in school, or at the bus stop after school, Tyler is always prepared to throw hands, and will do so without hesitation. From talking too much shit on the field or looking at her crazy, all the way up to messing with someone she considers a friend... all of these are reasons that will probably land you on Tyler's shit list.

Biography

Tyler Latrice Andrews was born in Washington, D.C. as the first and only child of Will Jones and Carissa Andrews. Due to her parents splitting just a month before she was born, Tyler was raised primarily by her mother and aunt Tasha. The three lived in a townhouse in a fairly rough area of D.C., supported mostly by Carissa's hair salon business. While Tyler did stay in contact with her father over the years, he was never really included in any important decisions that had to be made regarding different aspects of her upbringing. He left all of that to his former girlfriend of four years and her younger sister.

Despite being a little less fortunate than others, Tyler had a decent childhood. She made fantastic grades (especially in her science classes), had a solid group of friends, and even joined a soccer team for a couple of months before having to quit due to financial issues. The only real downside to Tyler's upbringing was that she was a fighter; from her very first physical altercation in the second grade, Tyler had been letting her fists do the talking for the majority of her childhood and adolescence. She figured it was inevitable due to the area she'd been living in, where fighting was what she had to do to survive. It was a wonder she hadn't fallen susceptible to all of the other unfavorable things that went down in their city such as gang violence and drugs.

Ty was fifteen years old when she got into the fight that would change her life for good. It was during a house party that she'd snuck out of her house to attend; she'd been having an amazing time until an old fling decided it'd be a good idea to try and force himself on her. And when his current girlfriend happened to walk into the bedroom right when Tyler was about to start swinging, all hell broke loose. Although she'd walked away from it victorious, the altercation resulted in her ex's girlfriend being rushed to the hospital to be treated for several severe injuries. Long story short, Ty wound up having to do a few hours of community service to make up for what she'd done, and as soon as she'd finished, her mother shipped her off to live with her father for the remainder of her schooling, hoping that he'd be able to "set her straight."

And he did.... somewhat. He'd convinced his daughter to take up kickboxing (which she grew to love), as well as join the Rosefell soccer team. The number of fights Tyler got into after moving to Columbus significantly decreased, however they did not stop altogether. It only took about two weeks into Ty's Sophomore year for the Rosefell kids to catch a glimpse of what the girl could do. And it was from that point onward that most people decided it'd be smart to stay out of her way completely.

Family

⤷ Will Jones | Father
⤷ Carissa Andrews | Mother
⤷ Tasha Andrews | Aunt

Misc.

⤷ Uses social media often | Her IG/Twitter/TikTok handle is @OhThatsTy
⤷ Makes extra money by tutoring and doing Chem/Physics homework on the low
⤷ Is an avid weed smoker and social drinker
⤷ Has a license, and is currently saving up for a used car. Until then, she hitches rides or skateboards to school.
⤷ Loves sports and can always be found screaming in the stands at football and basketball games.
⤷ Is torn between playing soccer professionally and becoming a scientist.

I love everything about Halloween; it's my favorite holiday. My favorite thing is watching all of the Disney Halloween movies... Halloweentown, Twitches, Under Wraps, etc.