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David

D A V I D M A L C O L M P O W E R S

"Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return."
-Leonardo da Vinci

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Name:

David Malcolm Powers

Nickname:

Powers
Malcolm
Davy

Birth Date:

6/7/1998

Age:

17

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Hetero

Relationship Status:

Single af

Occupation:

N/A, too focused on the pursuit of the happiness

Classification:

Junior

Role:

Skater

In Depth Appearance:

Messy hair, a pair of expensive earbud headphones and a dorky smile are all staples of Davy’s appearance. Maybe, if he brushed his hair it’d look neat, but he just doesn’t have time. He’s been wearing the same sweatshirt for what seems like the entirety of his time in school(he buys it up a size as he grows). Underneath it, he wears a wacky assortment of t-shirts with pictures, images, and sayings that he thinks are hilarious, though his lucky shirt(the one he wears the most often) is one that says across the front: “ALI, BOMAYE.” Rarely, though, is the world exposed to these ‘great’ images; he never wants to take the sweatshirt off.

He’s kind of tall, and isn’t muscular, nor fat. He’s just… decisively average in build, though he has massive amounts of stamina built up from the running and jumping he tends to do when ‘exploring’ the urban streets of Beverly Hills and its surrounding cities. For pants, he wears shorts, and almost nothing but. Comfortability is key, as far as he is concerned, fashion wise.

He has three pairs of shoes: a good pair of hiking boots for when his treks take him to the mountains, a pair of skating shoes for when he wants to get around on his board, and a pair of running shoes for when he wants more maneuverability.

M Y Q U I R K S

Habits | Quirks | Oddities

• Does his best to listen to a song he’s never heard daily
• Opens every day with an hour of yoga
• Zones out and chews on his thumb
• Always carries an undisclosed amount of Air Heads on his person
• Has a map of Beverly Hills and the surrounding cities where he’s meticulously marked places based on 4 factors: the people, the food, the shred spots, and the views
• One of his favorite and most used phrases is ‘Hakuna matata’(it means no worries)
• Tends to hide in his ‘hidey spot,’ the basement he converted to the point of the door being hidden and opening on voice command.

Hobbies:

• Parkour
• ’Extreme’ sports, including but not limited to: skateboarding, BMX, freestyle motocross, snowboarding, surfing, and many others(if it can give him an adrenaline rush, he’s tried it)
• 420 blaze it
• Yoga
• Drawing
• His duck and turtle

Likes:

• The sensation of flying
• The rush one gets from completing a dangerous stunt
• Tony Hawk’s Underground and Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater 2
• Billards, which he is shockingly good at
• Garlic bread
• Drawing
• His pets

Dislikes:

• Beer
• Dirty socks
• Ice in his drinks
• Cold french fries
• Standing around

Fears:

• Losing mobility, either through old age or injury
• People. Seriously, this is his biggest one. Fuck people, man.
• Bats. Seriously, flying blind rodents who see via sound? Nope.

Personality:
♦ Brave ♦ Headstrong ♦ Adventurous ♦ Stubborn ♦

Not an ounce of fear in his body(unless it comes to people), Davy is always on the prowl for the next big jump, or the next big trick that he can pull off. He’s an obvious adrenaline junkie, always in pursuit of the next line he can skate or the next mountain he can jump from. He’s adventurous, and this has caused him to travel around the state, exploring mountains and wilderness with excitement. He’s a bit too brave, though, and sometimes it has lead to him biting off more than he can chew and trying to complete a trick he ends up being incapable of doing. No matter, what, Davy always gets up and tries again.

And tries. And tries. Until he finally gets it. Davy is stubborn to an almost unfun extent, he’ll run at a brick wall over and over again until he breaks through it. This has led to a few incidents where his furious parents try to convince him to step down from a jump or a trick that they deem too dangerous, and Davy defiantly scheming to get it done anyway. He hasn’t been seriously hurt--yet. And that simple fact has led the young man to believe himself invincible.

When it comes to other people, he’s extremely laid back and easygoing. He’s indifferent as to what people think of him, and he doesn’t actively seek out social engagements, he’s far too focused on where the adventure of life will lead him to next. He’s a little bit of a stoner, not to the point that he gets too high to do anything, but it’s noticeable in his eyes, and he has been called out by teachers from time to time, though he always replies the same way: ‘I’m just high on life.’ Which isn’t a total lie…

All in all, he’s a well liked dude, focused on the ultimate pursuit of happiness and almost nothing else. He doesn’t have time for high school drama, and does his best to disassociate himself from it, to the point of hiding in the hall closets.

Davy is also quite socially awkward, due to a certain event in his past. He goes to therapy for it, but really has no way to deal with his feelings and literal fear of other humans, other than drawing, which he does a lot of.

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D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

History:

The eldest son of a wealthy business owner and his stay-at-home mom wife, David has had a pretty laid back and easy life, and it shows in the way he acts. He’s never had to want for anything, his parents have always provided what he asks for in return for him fulfilling his part of the agreement: a simple list of chores. Every since he learned how to ride his first bike, it’s been a struggle to get him off of whatever set of wheels he’s using. Though his parents purchased him an expensive car for his 16th birthday, David had no interest in it, and only recently started driving it to school instead of skating there, only so he can drive his recently turned freshman brother to and from the highschool.

Around age seven, an incredibly traumatic event happened, leaving him with PTSD, and a huge fear of people, coupled with huge social anxiety. It wasn’t until he was almost 14 that he finally began going to therapy for it. Though by that time, he had long since realized the only way he could really deal with things was by… drawing. He draws a lot, and has taken to a comic book style, and he’s quite good at it. He draws all the people in his life as heroes or villains, depending on how their interactions go, and has drawn one or two short comic books. Around 13, he started smoking weed, which he has pleasantly enjoyed since--it’s really good at keeping him calm and letting him deal with the people he otherwise can’t stand.

At fifteen, at the suggestion of his therapist, David and his parents(whose remodeling skills came into handy) remade their basement into his secret spot. To this day, he’s still adding to it; at this point, it has a secret door, built into the wall and opened by Davy’s voice, beanbags, a drawing table, a TV, and a computer. There’s also a spot built in for his two semi-aquatic pets.

He has a trophy case in his room, where he houses various medals and awards from different sporting events he’s partaken in. At age fifteen, he convinced his parents to let him go skydiving, and since then he has been obsessed with learning to do it well enough that he can go on his own. He’s only recently gotten to the point where he’s comfortable and ‘well-trained’ enough to do it, but he isn’t quite age 18 and his parents won’t sign the waiver to let him do it. To his dismay, this has raised a feeling of annoyance in Davy’s head that he’s never, ever felt before and he brings it up with his mom almost every day, asking her to please, pretty pretty please sign the damn thing so he can move on with his life.

All Davy wants is to feel like he’s flying again. He fills the void created by the lack of careening back down to earth at high speeds with smaller jumps, from ramping up and down the halfpipe he built in his parent’s back yard, to driving out of town and to a river not too far away, jumping off of a cliff into it. None of it, though, is quite the same. He’s been quietly considering buying a wingsuit and giving that a shot.

In the sky, everyone looks like ants instead of the giant intimidating monsters they are when he has to try and look them in the eyes.

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M I S C .

Extracurricular Activities:

Various extreme sports

Extra:

yes, still haven’t heard anything from 2016. >_>

Anything Else:

Troy’s cousin; Davy’s father is Troy’s mother's brother; Troy's father is a co-owner of the landscaping and remodeling business they own
Owns a duck named Sprinkles, and a turtle named Frosting. Sprinkles and Frosting. Geddit?

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here another one this one skater

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@HushedWhispersOh, I forgot to change that WHOOPS.

no, she's an animal.

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Alyssa Green

Alyssa Deserae Green

"The four most beautiful words in our common language: I told you so.”
-Gore Vidal

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Name:

Alyssa Deserae Green

Nickname:

Lyss
Lyssa
Queen

Birth Date:

12/25/1999

Age:

18

Gender:

Female

Sexuality:

Whatever she feels like

Relationship Status:

Steamy

Occupation:

Eventual CEO of a massive media and technology conglomerate, until then: a spender of her parents money

Classification:

Senior

Role:

Not sure yet

In Depth Appearance:

In a word? Gorgeous. In two words? Extremely gorgeous. Long, meticulously cared for blonde hair, and soft green eyes frame a face that most commonly wears a smug ‘I’m better than you and I know it’ smirk. Her teeth are pearly white and almost scary in how straight they are. She had braces, and is more than happy to say that those god forsaken things have fucked directly off, but she appreciates the work they did and takes the utmost care of her teeth, lest she be sentenced to something similar again. Alyssa knows how attractive she is, and doesn’t pretend that upkeep is a game or a false god.

She likes jewelry. She really likes jewelry. The 24 karat diamond tennis bracelet on her right wrist? Twenty thousand dollars. The massive green rocks in her ears? Fourteen thousand dollars. The golden necklace wrapped around her neck, with a huge ruby pendant? Seven thousand dollars(she says it was ten thousand.). And, finally, on her left pinky toe, another diamond ring. And that’s just on a day-to-day basis, her actual selection is much wider, but hidden away in a jewelry box in her room, taken out only when the occasion allows for it.

Alyssa dresses in expensive, comfortable clothing. She favors tank tops and short-shorts over dresses and skirts, though she has plenty of those as well. One thing she is always sure of is to be positive that her bra and panties are matching. To Alyssa, this is imperative, for she never knows when they’ll be seen next.

She can also occasionally be found lounging in her cheerleader outfit.

M Y Q U I R K S

Habits | Quirks | Oddities

• Chews on her index finger from time to time, there’s no trigger or underlying reason. She just likes to
• An apparent British accent
• Snaps her fingers at the nearest person when she wants something done, points at whatever she wants done, then scoffs whenever her will isn’t acted upon(though it usually is), then does it herself, complaining all the while
• She’s kind of an alcoholic

Hobbies:

• Parties, raves, all the good shit
• Drinking
• Sex
• Shopping
• Ordering her servants around
• Lounging by her pool, or on her family’s private beach
• Exploring the estate’s grounds, accompanied by her trusted dog Turk, possibly the only thing she loves(aside from her butler, Butler)

Likes:

• Sex, drugs, rock n roll
• Lemmy
• Evalyn Jones
• To a lesser extent, Bryant O’Connor
• Southern food, music, culture, and accents
• Comics, and anything coming from comic book source material
• Owning better things than her peers
• People who listen to her(she tends to reinforce good behaviour via ‘treats’)
• Alcohol
• Bianca Salazar
• Strawberries(she makes a conscious effort to always have some on her)
• Classical music
• Rap music
• Butler

Dislikes:

• Learning that someone has something better than her
• Audrey Huntsberg
• Most electronic music
• Raspberries(how dare they come from the same food group as her beloved strawberries!)
• Chili flakes
• The parts of her house with less than 5 bars of wi-fi(of which there are surprisingly many. She's always finding a new 'deadzone' and Butler quickly orders a new repeater to fix it for the Queen)

Fears:

• Whooping cough
• Spiders
• Closed spaces

Personality:



♦ Intelligent ♦ Controlling ♦ Confident ♦ Entitled ♦

It’s unfair to say Alyssa isn’t worthy of the title her parents plan to hand her upon their retirement. She’s more than intelligent enough to handle running the family business. In fact, Alyssa is so intelligent that she often opts to not go to school, and instead sit in her home, showing up when she feels like doing so and on important test days. Who would stop her? Her parents are almost always gone for this business trip or that business trip, and they tend to ignore calls from the school anyway… Besides, certain members of the school, both staff and students alike prefer it when she isn’t there, if only because there’s some freedom from her constant commanding tones and seemingly endless demands.

Lyssa feels she is entitled to things because of her parents’s money and power. If she can’t have something on the spot, she’ll simply th row money at it until she can have it. In her mind, the end always justifies the means, and no matter how much effort or money it takes, Alyssa will always get her way in the end. It’s just the way things go around her, and it’s often easier to just accept that than to try and fight it.

She likes to be in control, in any and every situation. She has people paid to be at her beck and call 24/7, and most of them would happily stand in front of a bullet for her. She either loves her servants or loves the ease at which they obey, no one is quite sure which except for the girl herself. It’s been said that she hasn’t worked a day in her life; and it’s true, but the people that say she doesn’t want to work simply don’t know the full story. Alyssa is merely biding her time and waiting until she is at a point in her life where she can take over the corporation ran and owned by her parents and prove to the world that she isn’t a fluke, or an undeserving spoiledbrat.

In Alyssa’s mind, the company will only do even better under her rule. In her mind, by the time she’s 35, and ready to retire, she’ll run the world, and it’ll be all the better.

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D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

History:

A Christmas present to her parents, Alyssa barely knows them. She knows of them, of course, a simply Google search in finance, or technology news, and you’ll find them. Multi billionaires. Her father an owner of a massive media and technology conglomerate with fingertips that stretch across the globe, dipping into almost every business one could possibly think of, and her mother from a southern oil baron family(the main distributor of which she now runs), they have a combined networth of roughly 97 billion dollars. Alyssa has been raised by nannies all her life, spending only holidays and birthdays with her parents, time she wishes they had more of. But she’s always understood why they’re always so busy, never growing angry with them for not being around. After all, she’s had plenty of people to play with since she could walk: countless maids, gardeners, a personal butler/bodyguard/chauffeur and whatever else she wants the man(Logan something or other; Alyssa isn’t completely sure, she just calls him Butler) to be at that day and time, and plenty of chefs.

Butler has been by her side since the moment she was born, assigned to her by her parents to keep her safe. Originally, she thought herself special, and the inclusion of Butler into her life fueled her imagination until it came to the conclusion that the massive estate she lived on was her castle, and she its princess. After all, who else would need a bodyguard? She wasn’t certain, but she was pretty damn sure that Butler has killed someone in his past.

Regardless, once she came to that conclusion, at around age 10, Alyssa held onto it for dear life, and the only thing that’s changed since then is she is no longer a princess, but instead a queen. She sometimes insists that newcomers to her home refer to her as such, often refusing to speak with those who won’t call her a queen.

Alyssa’s accent is British, though she and both her parents are raw, red-blooded Americans. The accent comes from the different English nannies that raised her, and from conversing with Butler, who is also English in heritage. Alyssa spent most of her schooling years being homeschooled, though she met two friends: the daughter and son of her parents’s law firms, Evalyn and Bryant O’Connor. They met when an emergency meeting was called, and all three sets of parents brought their child along. Alyssa, then around nine or ten, suggested Butler as an impromptu babysitter. Naturally, Butler accepted.

After the parents walked away, Alyssa looked at Evalyn and announced that since her parents were Eva’s parents’s boss, that meant Alyssa was Eva’s boss. At this point, she ordered Eva to fetch her a juice box from the lunchbox. After the other girl obeyed… well, as Alyssa would say: “She fetched the juice box, and I’ve kept her ever since.”

Whenever she has guests over for ‘playtime,’ Butler stands at her door and waits. She took up drinking at the age of 15 and never put it down. It’s her only(if you ask her) weakness.

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M I S C .

Extracurricular Activities:

Cheerleading, where she is the captain

Anything Else:

Logan Everett -- This is Butler. My...ah, butler. -- Logan is never far from his charge, not letting her out of his sight. He has been at this for 17 years, since the minute she was born, and he will continue until he dies. He is always armed and extremely dangerous, and very quiet. In fact, he almost only speaks when Alyssa herself speaks to him, and dislikes conversing with any of her peers, unless Miss Green insists. Undoubtedly Alyssa’s favorite person, her best friend through and through.

Wolfe Green -- This is Daddy. I don’t know him very well, but he’s far more important than yours. Prove me wrong. You can’t. -- Alyssa’s rich father, he is always out on business trips across the country and rarely has time for his little girl, though his constant referring to her as ‘princess’ has only reinforced her belief that her home is her castle.

Aurora Green -- My Mother. Still better than yours, still don’t know her that well. -- A similar story to Wolfe, though Aurora makes a greater effort to keep in contact with their daughter, sending quite a few text messages and doing her best to make time for skype calls.

Turk -- My puppy. My pride and joy. My protector. -- Turk is Alyssa’s four-year-old Border Collie. She loves him with every fiber of her being, taking him on long, massive walks around the estate daily. This is one of the few times Butler is away from her; Turk is the only thing he trusts to take care of her. Regardless, Butler watches from afar.

The Stentorian Estate -- Welcome to my castle. Don’t get lost, I won’t send Butler or Turk to find you. -- The Green family’s massive estate, with a huge driveway leading up to it. Surrounded by 75 acres of perfectly tended grass, which breaks off into a forest(also owned by the Greens), the estate is nothing to scoff at, with the house itself being almost monolithic in size. It’s almost comical, how large the house is, considering that Alyssa virtually lives there all her own. There’s also a guest house on the grounds, and a house where her 24/7 servants live. Not far away is a beach owned by the Green family. There is also a small building dedicated to the security of the grounds, where two lucky guards get to sit and watch security cameras all day.

The Garage -- Blue Ferrari 458 Italia, Black Bugatti Veryon, Black Lamborghini Sesto Elemento, silver and black Koenigsegg One:1, white Koenigsegg Agera R, black Mercedes Benz S-Class, white Maserati Ghibli, a few tricked out golf karts, polaris Razors, dirt bikes, and quads for traveling around the estate and nearby forest with ease. -- And these are my toys. You can look, but don’t touch. Except for you, Violandrea, I suppose you can touch some of them. -- The garage is underneath the main building, almost hidden in part of the driveway, with the entry tunnel opening to reveal the garage only when Alyssa punches in the security code, known only to her, her parents, Butler, and possibly Turk. No one can be too sure. While Alyssa doesn’t actually drive the imported sports cars very often, she very much likes the Mercedes and Maserati, which she has Butler drive to get her from place to place. The dirtbikes, golf carts, and Razors are her favorite rides, and she likes to take them from place to place when possible.

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Here's one of them, should be good and ready to go. One down, a few more to go.

/me sweats bullets

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@HushedWhispersI can do a relationship sheet I think

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Update: I have found a friend for Alyssa.

She's not TOTALLY on her lonesome

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@Wade Wilson I'm gonna pass

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@Wade Wilson what's that

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whrn i get home i'll post all my cs's

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@HushedWhispersi don't know yet i'll have to talk to you privately about it