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Damian Erick O’Connor
| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |
- El Jefe
- Chief
- The King
- Erick
- Big Dog
- El Capitan
- The Man
- More to come, baby.
| | A G E | |
17, 8/24
| | G E N D E R | |
Male
| | S E X U A L I T Y | |
Heterosexual
| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |
Single
| | O C C U P A T I O N | |
N/A
| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |
Junior
| | R O L E | |
Elite King
| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |
Look, everybody knows it. Damian is fucking hot. He is, it’s just the way the cookie crumbled. He walks into the school hallway and it turns into fucking Niagara falls, shit’s embarrassing. Have some self-control.
But it isn’t easy to maintain the looks. Good genes is just the beginning, mmk? You gotta eat a lot of protein, obsessively work out, haircuts every two weeks, expensive clothes. Muscle shirts, tight on the arms. Make the arms look huge.
Work out constantly. Did I say that already? Well, it needs to be said. Like fucking always be lifting. And when you do curls don’t bend your fucking wrists. You bend the wrists and you get big forearms — you want biceps.
But it isn’t easy to maintain the looks. Good genes is just the beginning, mmk? You gotta eat a lot of protein, obsessively work out, haircuts every two weeks, expensive clothes. Muscle shirts, tight on the arms. Make the arms look huge.
Work out constantly. Did I say that already? Well, it needs to be said. Like fucking always be lifting. And when you do curls don’t bend your fucking wrists. You bend the wrists and you get big forearms — you want biceps.
W H O A M I ?
| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |
- Damian has a tendency to fiddle with his necklace when thinking, or nervous. One of these things happens much more frequently than the other.
- He plays video games with his friends, mostly dudebro games, like Call of Duty, or the newest sports game.
- Like his father, he is a big fan of professional wrestling, notably the AWE.
- He carries around protein bars almost everywhere. Gotta get those gains, bruh. His favorite flavors are birthday cake and cookie dough.
- His left big toe is noticeably bigger than his right. He’s rather embarrassed by it.
- A big fan of chocolate covered potato chips; possibly an acquired taste. He is not above dipping his chips in chocolate sauce.
- He has a morning ritual that locks up the bathroom for almost an hour and a half a day. Because of this, his father had a bathroom added to Damian’s room.
- Used to be a dedicated boy scout. He dropped this only last summer, when he realized he needed to cut something out. This is known to his friends as Damian’s greatest regret.
- He hates swimming in chlorinated water. He’s fine in fresh or salt, but chlorination bothers him.
- Can often be found with Buckley, his kitten, on his chest while he lays on the couch and browses the internet.
- Has a strong dislike of wearing pants. He will wear them in the comfort of his own home only when guests are over.
- Additionally is not a fan of t-shirts. This is much easier to deal with, as no one really complains when he takes off the t-shirt. Thank you, genetics.
- Honestly? He’d like to just be naked.
- He likes carrots. Loves them really.
- Damian is a huge fan of redheads, oddly. It bothers him because his mother is a redhead, which he sometimes worries about. Is that an Oedipus complex? God, he hopes not.
| | D R E A M S | |
It’s almost impossible, but I wanna make my parents proud. I don’t know where to even begin. It’s not exactly easy. Fucking perfectionists.
| | L I K E S | |
- RT&J, don’t you know? They’re the new PB&J.
- Wesley Snipes as Blade
- His cat, Buckley, a sixth birthday present from his godfather
- His BOYS
- Heavy bass tracks
- A rest day; under his father’s advice, he tends to take one day a week where he cuts off contact with the world and relaxes
- His hair. Look it isn’t fucking easy to maintain this. No, it isn’t some luscious mane, but it’s pretty perfectly maintained and obsessively manicured.
- His necklace; arguably his most important possession.
- Protein bars.
- Oh yeah, The Crew, the Elite, by the way, all fucking day. All that other shit, you all already know.
| | D I S L I K E S | |
- The HOT Girls.
- Yogurt
- The sound plastic wrappers make when you crumple them up. No, seriously. He hates it.
- He hates having his face touched more than possibly anything on the planet. Even if he’s dead and you have to open his mouth to get dental impressions to verify identity DON’T TOUCH HIS FACE.
- Even though he’s at the top, the very idea of a social ladder sort of bugs him. He can’t comprehend why people can’t just hang out with whoever they enjoy hanging out with. What’s the point of this forced separation? He’s not sure, but he intends to deal with it.
- BEING TOUCHED IN GENERAL. If you aren’t invited, don’t touch his face. Don’t touch his arms. It’s not cute, it’s not attractive. You’re not gonna get in his pants by rubbing up on him. D O N O T T O U C H T H E D A M I A N. Except for his best friends. They can. And girls that he’s hooking up with.
| | F E A R S | |
For a fearless leader, Damian has quite a few fears. They’re mostly based around his insecurities, of which there are many. His most prominent fear is the end game of what he assumes is inevitable: disappointing his parents. Most of the reason he works as hard as he does is to prolong that inevitability.
D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T
| | H I S T O R Y | |
Damian is a lucky man, really. His mom stayed at home and took care of him while his dad was a football star — and his father was quite the football star, though now retired. He, along with Damian’s godfather, Ender Darling, are multiple time Superbowl winners, with Connor having three MVP trophies.
In Damian’s opinion, his father and Ender are two of the most, if not the most important and influential people in his young life. It was through them that Damian learned some of his most important life lessons: focus on yourself, ignore what others say. Don’t spend major time with minor people. Fight for what you believe in. Be humble, but be proud. Most of all, be yourself; you only have one life, and use it to be someone you can love.
Damian struggles with the last one. It’s not that he tries to be something or someone that he isn’t, it’s that he focuses a lot of his time and effort on being someone his parents and godparents can love and be proud of. Damian himself? He’s done plenty that he can be proud of. It’s what those older people in his life think that matters, in the end. Or, at least, that’s what he tells himself.
Regardless, being himself has led to a few important things: he’s built long lasting bonds with friends that he hopes will last forever, like his father’s. He’s become an excellent football player, certainly better than most people his age. And, he’s found himself to be quite the actor; spending a fair chunk of his time working on stage with the drama and theater club.
Damian has accidentally found himself to be one of the most popular kids in school, maybe a result of his personality, more likely a result of his body. He doesn’t much care about the social ladder and how other people let it run their lives. He can’t fully grasp with his mind why people are the way they are. Even dramatic breakups shouldn’t be as such. It’s high school, morons. Don’t you know that 98% of the people you meet here will be out of your life the day the school is?
People spend too much with minor people.
In the 9th grade, after winning his first championship, Ender was a little annoyed that his godson didn’t get a proper trophy. After all, the young man had played out of his mind and certainly blown away whatever competition there was, but no. Kids these days… they just get a ribbon. Ender wouldn’t stand for that, and he made something for Damian, a trophy all his on. Ender took his first championship ring, and put it on a chain, giving it to Damian to wear as a necklace, which he does happily and proudly.
Now in the 11th grade, Damian has finally taken it upon himself to do something he should have tried to do in the tenth grade: deal with the ins and outs of BHHS society. It falls on him, he’s realized, to even the playing field and to try and show the It girls, the Queens of BHHS, the bitch brigade — whatever you call them — it falls on Damian to show them and everyone else that it’s pretty simple to stand up to them and say: “No.”
Damian’s gonna do that, he’s gonna help everyone realize that high school doesn’t matter as much as they think it does, and when he’s done… the halls will never be the same. In an effort to speed up and make the process more efficient, Damian has reborn the Elite, officially taking the moniker for himself and a few of his close friends — and two others: one, Owen Lyon, a now disgraced and incredibly angry individual, and the other a girl named… Sol, something or other — Damian can’t spell her name. Doesn’t matter anyway, most people just call her Shady. Works for him.
Together, they will complete their impossible task, and all will be well in the world.
In Damian’s opinion, his father and Ender are two of the most, if not the most important and influential people in his young life. It was through them that Damian learned some of his most important life lessons: focus on yourself, ignore what others say. Don’t spend major time with minor people. Fight for what you believe in. Be humble, but be proud. Most of all, be yourself; you only have one life, and use it to be someone you can love.
Damian struggles with the last one. It’s not that he tries to be something or someone that he isn’t, it’s that he focuses a lot of his time and effort on being someone his parents and godparents can love and be proud of. Damian himself? He’s done plenty that he can be proud of. It’s what those older people in his life think that matters, in the end. Or, at least, that’s what he tells himself.
Regardless, being himself has led to a few important things: he’s built long lasting bonds with friends that he hopes will last forever, like his father’s. He’s become an excellent football player, certainly better than most people his age. And, he’s found himself to be quite the actor; spending a fair chunk of his time working on stage with the drama and theater club.
Damian has accidentally found himself to be one of the most popular kids in school, maybe a result of his personality, more likely a result of his body. He doesn’t much care about the social ladder and how other people let it run their lives. He can’t fully grasp with his mind why people are the way they are. Even dramatic breakups shouldn’t be as such. It’s high school, morons. Don’t you know that 98% of the people you meet here will be out of your life the day the school is?
People spend too much with minor people.
In the 9th grade, after winning his first championship, Ender was a little annoyed that his godson didn’t get a proper trophy. After all, the young man had played out of his mind and certainly blown away whatever competition there was, but no. Kids these days… they just get a ribbon. Ender wouldn’t stand for that, and he made something for Damian, a trophy all his on. Ender took his first championship ring, and put it on a chain, giving it to Damian to wear as a necklace, which he does happily and proudly.
Now in the 11th grade, Damian has finally taken it upon himself to do something he should have tried to do in the tenth grade: deal with the ins and outs of BHHS society. It falls on him, he’s realized, to even the playing field and to try and show the It girls, the Queens of BHHS, the bitch brigade — whatever you call them — it falls on Damian to show them and everyone else that it’s pretty simple to stand up to them and say: “No.”
Damian’s gonna do that, he’s gonna help everyone realize that high school doesn’t matter as much as they think it does, and when he’s done… the halls will never be the same. In an effort to speed up and make the process more efficient, Damian has reborn the Elite, officially taking the moniker for himself and a few of his close friends — and two others: one, Owen Lyon, a now disgraced and incredibly angry individual, and the other a girl named… Sol, something or other — Damian can’t spell her name. Doesn’t matter anyway, most people just call her Shady. Works for him.
Together, they will complete their impossible task, and all will be well in the world.
A C A D E M I C S
| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |
- Varsity QB (Captain)
- Theater/drama club member
| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |
| B E S T |
| W O R S T |
| W O R S T |
| | E X T R A N O T E S | |
FC is Cody Christian.
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| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |
- Oppa
| | A G E | |
17, 03/4
| | G E N D E R | |
Male
| | S E X U A L I T Y | |
Pansexual. Your boy don’t pick and choose.
| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |
He’s taken. She just don’t know it yet. Is that creepy? A bit, yeah… Oh well, fuck it.
| | O C C U P A T I O N | |
He’s a consultant
| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |
Junior
| | R O L E | |
Elite; Consultant
| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |
Henry dresses himself rather lazily. If it weren’t for legions of maids prowling his home, it is very possible that his ensemble would largely consist of the tried and true ‘smell test.’ Luckily for him, though, his parents employ a small army of maids and other household servants.
He is a fan of hats, something he inherited from his father. He also has a pair of aviator sunglasses that he is very fond of and wears them almost always. When not on his face, they hang off the front of his shirt, waiting. He feels these are the best way to distract from his otherwise apparent baby face; which he spends his entire life trying to distract from. Eternal stubble, hats, the shades… The list goes on. He can’t win though, most older, MILF aged women tend to pinch his cheeks still.
An endless battle.
Despite his baby face, he has an admirable height, about 6’3”. Not the tallest boy around, but not exactly short either. He blames his father for his curse; his dad still looks like he’s 23...
He is a fan of hats, something he inherited from his father. He also has a pair of aviator sunglasses that he is very fond of and wears them almost always. When not on his face, they hang off the front of his shirt, waiting. He feels these are the best way to distract from his otherwise apparent baby face; which he spends his entire life trying to distract from. Eternal stubble, hats, the shades… The list goes on. He can’t win though, most older, MILF aged women tend to pinch his cheeks still.
An endless battle.
Despite his baby face, he has an admirable height, about 6’3”. Not the tallest boy around, but not exactly short either. He blames his father for his curse; his dad still looks like he’s 23...
W H O A M I ?
| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |
- Has a bad habit of chewing on his thumb.
- Enjoys floating in his pond (yes, his pond), with his two pets. It also doubles as a koi pond! His mother tried very hard. Didn’t work, though.
- Is being an alcoholic a habit? It should be.
- He’s a big fan of money, and checks the stock market when he first wakes up and before he goes to bed. He aspires to one be a Wall Street guy. After all, money never sleeps, and they all do cocaine and strippers. Life goals.
| | D R E A M S | |
“I ain’t go no dreams, I live a dream. Everything around me is a dream. I can blow 50gs on some bitches in Miami and no one bats an eye. It’s good to be the king. Wish I didn’t have a babyface though. If only my mom had better taste in men…”
| | L I K E S | |
- Benedict and Arnold, his pet capybaras. While initially he wasn’t very fond of him… they won him over via cuddles. They’re much softer than they look! Most of his love goes to these guys, the rest of his emotions go toward being a fucker.
- Captain Cuddles. Look, he might not get along with his parents. He might not be on the best terms with his family. But… that doesn’t matter, he gets free pizza there, free arcade game tokens… Free. Free is good.
- Women. He’s not picky! Tall women, small women, all women. He’s practicing for someone. Plus, he has needs.
- Movies! He’s a huge movie buff.
- Explosives. Fireworks, particularly. He loves them. Thinks they’re a core part of any gathering, and has more than a few in his room. Are they still illegal in California? Yup. Don’t matter though.
- Strobe lights, particularly colored ones. He enjoys the flashing and moving quickly in them.
- Video games! He loves playing them, and has his own personal room devoted to it. It’s his pride and joy — yes, Benedict and Arnold are allowed inside.
- Midriff is his kryptonite. Oof.
- Sleeping. It’s his hobby, basically. Preferably with other people.
- Jamming on the flute! While he was once considered a violin prodigy, Henry wildly prefers the flute, and abandoned the violin at age 12, much to his mother’s annoyance.
| | D I S L I K E S | |
- To Henry’s credit, he likes most everything. He considers himself to be a chill guy, a real humble dude. Eccentric, sure, but not really ‘disliking.’ As such, this list will be smaller than the one of his likes:
- The violin. Look, it’s just not his style. He can appreciate the sound, and even other people who play it, but it’s… it’s not for him. Too much effort, honestly.
- His sisters. It’s not just normal sibling rivalries or anything like that, Henry genuinely and truly hates his sisters. Maybe it’s just becuase of the attention they get in favor of him, or maybe it’s just that he blames them for his falling outs with his parents.
- Waking up. Now, this isn’t a depression thing, he doesn’t want to die, or anything like that. Henry hates the act of waking up. Opening your eyes, giving up whoever you’re cuddling, rolling out of the warmth and comfort of the hole you created in your bed… He hates giving that stuff up! It’s not about dying.
- Hangovers. He’s found out a way to beat them though. Two aspirin and two Tylenol. Ain’t nothin’ Tylenol can’t fix. He keeps a bottle of each underneath his bed as a result.
- Dude, the smell of sulfuric acid. Shouldn’t even have to describe this one…
| | F E A R S | |
”Dying, man. Is there any real reason to be afraid of anything else? Death is the only inevitability. Trips me the fuck out.”
D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T
| | H I S T O R Y | |
Another love child of the pair of Evelyn Green and Bartimaeus Locke, Henry is the only son in the Green empire. Early on in life he exhibited a prodigal level of skill with the violin, not entirely surprising considering who his mother is, but nonetheless, Henry was pushed to pursue it from the moment he picked up the bow. At twelve years old, he confessed to his father that he didn’t much care for playing the violin, and that he’d rather play the flute — an instrument that he wasn’t quite the same natural with, and one that wasn’t nearly as desirable.
But, Ty of course told his son to do whatever he wanted, and pulled him from the violin classes and moved him to flute playing courses, where Henry had a much more enjoyable time. However, Alyssa wasn’t a big fan of this change, and openly and blatantly complained about it. After that, she more or less took a step back from Henry, letting his father ‘handle’ it, and focusing her attentions on her daughters with her wife.
At age 15, Henry brought this up with Ty, explaining that he didn’t much like living in the shadow of his sisters, thinking that Ty would surely have the answer. After all, he did before, right? Ty’s answer was very simple:
“Dude, you should take advantage of that! Be a kid. Your mothers make it hard for your sisters to be… teenagers. You should enjoy being in the shadow. It’ll hide your fuck ups.”
The next weekend, Henry, armed only with a permit, got his first (and miraculously, so far only) DUI. With a swipe of a card and a few phone calls, he was off the hook clean — and his father was off to Brooklyn, before Alyssa could chew him out.
After this, Henry really took matters into his own hands, ignoring his father and both of his mothers. At first he leaned on Ty and Evelyn for some support, but after they sided with Alyssa against him (which he arguably deserved), Henry doesn’t much care for them either.
From there? It’s only gotten… B E T T E R, baby.
Henry is a wild child, a wild card, a problem child. Drugs, fake IDs, women way too old for him, alcohol every day, sleeping till the late afternoon… Henry is living the life. Alyssa is stressed about it, almost every day, to the point of wanting to pull her hair out; but at this point? There’s almost nothing she can do but complain. He’s set in his ways.
Henry Green is a time bomb, tick, tick, ticking. Just hope you’re on the sideline as a spectator and not involved when he detonates.
But, Ty of course told his son to do whatever he wanted, and pulled him from the violin classes and moved him to flute playing courses, where Henry had a much more enjoyable time. However, Alyssa wasn’t a big fan of this change, and openly and blatantly complained about it. After that, she more or less took a step back from Henry, letting his father ‘handle’ it, and focusing her attentions on her daughters with her wife.
At age 15, Henry brought this up with Ty, explaining that he didn’t much like living in the shadow of his sisters, thinking that Ty would surely have the answer. After all, he did before, right? Ty’s answer was very simple:
“Dude, you should take advantage of that! Be a kid. Your mothers make it hard for your sisters to be… teenagers. You should enjoy being in the shadow. It’ll hide your fuck ups.”
The next weekend, Henry, armed only with a permit, got his first (and miraculously, so far only) DUI. With a swipe of a card and a few phone calls, he was off the hook clean — and his father was off to Brooklyn, before Alyssa could chew him out.
After this, Henry really took matters into his own hands, ignoring his father and both of his mothers. At first he leaned on Ty and Evelyn for some support, but after they sided with Alyssa against him (which he arguably deserved), Henry doesn’t much care for them either.
From there? It’s only gotten… B E T T E R, baby.
Henry is a wild child, a wild card, a problem child. Drugs, fake IDs, women way too old for him, alcohol every day, sleeping till the late afternoon… Henry is living the life. Alyssa is stressed about it, almost every day, to the point of wanting to pull her hair out; but at this point? There’s almost nothing she can do but complain. He’s set in his ways.
Henry Green is a time bomb, tick, tick, ticking. Just hope you’re on the sideline as a spectator and not involved when he detonates.
A C A D E M I C S
| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |
- Film appreciation club. He’s pretty much by himself, but… he does it anyway. One movie a week, at the Castle, in the cinema, followed by a review he submits to the school newspaper. Sometimes it gets published, sometimes it doesn’t. He’s doing it for himself.
| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |
| B E S T |
Science, bitch.
Music
| W O R S T |
Math
Art
Science, bitch.
Music
| W O R S T |
Math
Art
| | E X T R A N O T E S | |
FC = Logan Lerman
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Kathryn Ingrid Thomas
| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |
- Vastly prefers being called Kit (insists most people call her this), and is very open about this. Accepts a few others from a few special people.
- Grid
- Kitkat
- Skitty
- Ing (she likes this one, thinks it’s hilarious)
| | A G E | |
15, 12/31
| | G E N D E R | |
Female
| | S E X U A L I T Y | |
Bisexual
| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |
Single
| | O C C U P A T I O N | |
Unemployed. Occasionally helps her dad clean his office.
| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |
Freshmen
| | R O L E | |
Burner to be, once she meets them.
| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |
Kit wears model esque outfits. Lots of dresses, perfectly styled hair, perfect makeup, perfect manicure, perfect shoes… It’s perfect. IT HAS TO BE.
Look. This isn’t easy for her. No, seriously! This is almost impossible.
She gets it. She’s pretty, she’s cute, even beautiful depending on who you ask. It’s paying off. But she didn’t always dress this way! Honestly? She prefers not to. But desperate times call for desperate measures.
She doesn’t know how else to get the attention of the one she loves, alright?! Leave her alone.
Look. This isn’t easy for her. No, seriously! This is almost impossible.
She gets it. She’s pretty, she’s cute, even beautiful depending on who you ask. It’s paying off. But she didn’t always dress this way! Honestly? She prefers not to. But desperate times call for desperate measures.
She doesn’t know how else to get the attention of the one she loves, alright?! Leave her alone.
W H O A M I ?
| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |
- Is convinced that with the proper training, flight is totally possible. If Dragon Ball can do it, why can’t she?
- A huge fan of arcade games, especially fighting games. She’s nigh unbeatable in those, and is a MACHINE on other cabinets. She’s a goddamn monster. One quarter, two hours of gameplay.
- She loves the water. Loves aquariums (they have a huge one at her house!). Loves fish. Loves sharks. Loves the ocean. She swims with dolphins often, it’s almost an obsession.
- After hearing stories from her parents, she is of the opinion that FaceTime can create relationships.
- Weed, dude. It kinda runs in the family? Her dad was a big stoner when he was younger, her mom? Not so much, but she did a little bit… She blames dad. So does Kit. It’s fun though!
- Thinks her initials would be better if they ended with an S…
- Emo music. That Jareth guy that hangs out at the BBQs sometimes? He ain’t bad. Kit hit him up for makeup tips first and foremost. She was petrified with embarrassment to ask her mother.
- Has a notebook she writes and draws in, it’s basically a diary. It’s locked and she would be DEVASTATED if it were ever read by someone else.
- She also confides in her Assistant, who is named Echo.
| | D R E A M S | |
“Okay… okay. I have my eye on someone, right? But I don’t really know what I’m doing, so I just stare from afar… I just want her to notice me? And… kiss me? Like, a lot. A lot a lot. A lot of kissing. I think about it a lot. I probably shouldn’t, BUT I DO OKAY?”
| | L I K E S | |
- “Daddy says if I never tell someone something that’s eating me up inside, I’ll die… so, I’m gonna whisper this. JUST ONCE. iminlovewithselenasterling. Wow! I actually do feel better.”
- Alestorm. Her favorite band! Gets it from her daddy.
- Swimming. She learned at a very young age, and has loved it every since. They have a heated pool, and she occasionally gets in their massive aquarium.
- Psychology. Her father makes it like, really interesting? Maybe she’ll be a psychologist one day!
- Brain surgery. Her grandfather did this, he was the consummate professional and saved a ton of lives. It’s awesome.
- Anesthesiology. Her grandmother did this one! She loves it too, they’re all so impressive and fancy…
- ... weed, okay?
- Pizza. Pizza so hard.
- The Navy. Her other grandpa did this! He was an underwater welder. He lived on a submarine! SO COOL.
- Medicine. Not the actual stuff, but the study and practice of it. That’s really, really cool.
| | D I S L I K E S | |
- War. It’s not good for anyone.
- Taste of liquid Tylenol. Fucking gross.
- Being girly. This is impossible.
- LOVE. She has it bad, and it confuses the fuck out of her. She doesn’t even know where to begin to act on it, let alone how to MAKE something of it.
| | F E A R S | |
“... If she never kisses me… It’s all for naught. The stupid clothes, the attempts to be more… girl. All for naught. But this is what she likes!”
D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T
| | H I S T O R Y | |
Kathryn’s father had a problem growing up. His parents, as loving and as awesome as they were — and they were, they let him do whatever and he was able to be free and have fun from an early age, were not around very often. That’s not to say he was raised by nannies or something… Oliver Thomas just spent a lot of time alone.
His daughter, he decided before she was even born, would not suffer from that problem. The day she was born, her mother took six months maternity leave. After that, her father took six months paternity leave. Then, when she was one year old, they implemented The Plan™.
From the day she was one to the day she went to kindergarten for the first time, Kathryn bounced between her parents jobs. She went with Daddy some days to his psychology office, where she spent most of her time coloring in the lobby, or napping in his office, and to help people be happy! The other days, she went with her mother to learn about fish and how marine ecology works!
She didn’t suffer from a lack of parental guidance, in fact it’s possible she had a bit too much…. But they can’t change that now. She’s a happy young woman, and she loves her parents almost as much as they love her.
Attending BBQs and get togethers with her family, and seeing the Helmsleys, the Greens, the Lyons, the Sterlings, and the Belleroses led Kit (as she would grow to prefer) to the current Predicament she’s in. That Predicament, curiously, has a name. Selena Sterling.
She’s beautiful, she’s elegant, she’s dreamy, she’s beautiful, she’s pretty…. Even her voice is silky and smooth! Kit’s in love. She has been since she was in the fifth grade. She’s realized it’ll never go away, no matter what, unless she can pursue the one that stole her heart WITHOUT EVEN TRYING.
She used to be tomboyish in the way she dressed, but that changed. She used to keep her hair short, but that changed too. Through careful use of social media, Kit has devised what she thinks is what Selena likes, and has committed herself to becoming that. It’s hard, damn near torturous… but she’s doing her best.
His daughter, he decided before she was even born, would not suffer from that problem. The day she was born, her mother took six months maternity leave. After that, her father took six months paternity leave. Then, when she was one year old, they implemented The Plan™.
From the day she was one to the day she went to kindergarten for the first time, Kathryn bounced between her parents jobs. She went with Daddy some days to his psychology office, where she spent most of her time coloring in the lobby, or napping in his office, and to help people be happy! The other days, she went with her mother to learn about fish and how marine ecology works!
She didn’t suffer from a lack of parental guidance, in fact it’s possible she had a bit too much…. But they can’t change that now. She’s a happy young woman, and she loves her parents almost as much as they love her.
Attending BBQs and get togethers with her family, and seeing the Helmsleys, the Greens, the Lyons, the Sterlings, and the Belleroses led Kit (as she would grow to prefer) to the current Predicament she’s in. That Predicament, curiously, has a name. Selena Sterling.
She’s beautiful, she’s elegant, she’s dreamy, she’s beautiful, she’s pretty…. Even her voice is silky and smooth! Kit’s in love. She has been since she was in the fifth grade. She’s realized it’ll never go away, no matter what, unless she can pursue the one that stole her heart WITHOUT EVEN TRYING.
She used to be tomboyish in the way she dressed, but that changed. She used to keep her hair short, but that changed too. Through careful use of social media, Kit has devised what she thinks is what Selena likes, and has committed herself to becoming that. It’s hard, damn near torturous… but she’s doing her best.
A C A D E M I C S
| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |
- “...I’m going to try out for cheerleading…”
- “I also circled anime club, board game club, food club (THAT’S A THING, A REAL THING), film club, video game club, science club ANNNNND yearbook. Yearbook is cool. I was in charge of it last year. I can at least help here. But I hear in HS — that’s what the cool kids call high school, by the way — yearbook is just a class. Not an extra thing. Sweet!”
| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |
| B E S T |
Psychology!
Biology!
PE!
Music! She plays a MEAN clarinet.
| W O R S T |
Shop! Both wood and metal!
Mathematics! She’s in Pre-Algebra, still.
English! Writing is hard. Speaking easy.
Psychology!
Biology!
PE!
Music! She plays a MEAN clarinet.
| W O R S T |
Shop! Both wood and metal!
Mathematics! She’s in Pre-Algebra, still.
English! Writing is hard. Speaking easy.
| | E X T R A N O T E S | |
FC: Kiernan Shipka
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Brian Charlie Helmsley
"Quote from character."
| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |
- N/A
| | A G E | |
17, January 1st
| | G E N D E R | |
Male
| | S E X U A L I T Y | |
Heterosexual
| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |
Single
| | O C C U P A T I O N | |
Doesn’t work. Undeniably the laziest of his siblings, because he lacks real ambition.
| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |
Junior
| | R O L E | |
Prep? These labels are so outdated...
| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |
Brian is effortlessly attractive, a side effect of having models for parents.
W H O A M I ?
| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |
- His middle name was chosen after a girl’s; his father’s best friend. Brian considers this an oddity.
- He speaks Russian fluently. Brian considers this a quirk, but really it’s just a side effect of being raised bilingual.
- He has a noteworthy birthmark on his stomach, slightly above his waistline. It looks very similar to an arrowhead. Brian considers this an oddity.
- Brian plays the saxophone. He practices every day. Brian considers this to be a habit.
- He will only eat noodles, of any sort, with a fork. This is mostly an oddity, though Brian thinks people who eat noodles with a spoon are just stupid.
- He is incredibly lazy for a Helmsley. His mother, grandfather, and grandmother all say he’s more like his father than he knows. He doesn’t understand this, and as such, considers it a quirk.
- He enjoys drawing. Typically, in a ‘cute’ or ‘chibi’ form. He considers this a habit.
- He leads a clean life, adhering to a strict diet and keeping drugs and alcohol out of his system. To his friends, Brian is on an eternal ‘cleanse.’ That is to say, Brian will decline cocaine, alcohol, weed, and tobacco by saying ‘no thanks, I’m on my cleanse.’ Brian does not have a problem with this, however, his friends consider it an oddity if they’re in a bad mood, a quirk if they’re happy.
- Despite his most heartfelt protests, is often forced to attend fancy ‘luncheons,’ ‘brunches,’ and the ever terrible ‘dinner party,’ typical with his grandmother. Brian reluctantly considers this a habit or ‘hobby.’ He once told his grandmother no, and she cried for forty minutes. He now goes everytime.
- Though Brian doesn’t think about it often, he finds himself gravitating toward Damian O’Connor and Trevor Wells fairly often. This makes him (though he doesn’t know about the reformation), an Elite.
- He chooses to ignore the fact that Damian has been inside of his sister multiple times.
| | D R E A M S | |
I won the lottery; my last name is Helmsley. It’s hard for me to really dream about things. I’m not as ambitious as my sisters. But, there is someone special I’d like to take to Prom. Jury’s still out on how that’s gonna go for me.
| | L I K E S | |
- Fireworks. He thinks fireworks are the most beautiful thing in the world, and goes to Disneyland fairly often to attend the shows. He would like to one day either be a firework technician as a job, or as a hobby. He could certainly afford it.
- Bright colors. He was brought up in a droll and dull grey castle, and has found that he much prefers brighter, happier colors. As a result, he spends a lot of his free time (of which there is not as much as he’d like) at Hummingbird Creations, appreciating the flowers and bouquets.
- Music, of all sorts. He is a particularly big fan of jazz music, which is why he plays the sax. His favorite player is John Coltrane.
- A certain one of his peers.
- Henry Green. Sure, he fucks around with his sister all the time, but Henry’s alright.
- Okay, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit of a mama’s boy. Plus his grandmother.
| | D I S L I K E S | |
- The pressures of his last name.
- All the suits he has to spend time with, and make nice with.
- The idea that he has to eventually be ‘someone.’ He’s just a kid.
- The Weekend Warrior. This is fresh. Very, very fresh.
- Parties. The parties thrown by his friends are a bit overwhelming for him, and the parties thrown by his parents’s peers drone on forever.
| | F E A R S | |
Water that’s deep and dark enough you can’t see the bottom. He doesn’t do well on boats, this includes his family’s various super yachts, and cruise ships. He can go out on them; but he stresses out the whole time.
D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T
| | H I S T O R Y | |
“Brian Helmsley.
In a lot of ways, I’m the forgotten one. I’m not young enough anymore to be on the front page of newspapers, or have Instagram posts with my mom or grandma showing off how I can talk or walk all on my own now., like my younger siblings I’m not old enough to be breaking out on my own, like my older siblings. And my twins? I dunno if that’s the right way to say it. My triplets sounds weird. My twins I think gets the message across a bit better.
Anyway, those two. They’re loaded with ambition, and both of them are very self-driven. Of us three, they’ll be the breakout ones. They’ll be the ones in the limelight, and the ones that people think of when they think of our name. And honestly? I’m more than okay with that. I like slinking around in the shadows, doing what I want, without the pressure of worrying about whether or not I’m going to be judged for my every news.
Being the forgotten one is great. It leads to the media, a lot of the time, referring to Becca and Bailey as ‘the twins,’ without worrying about me. That leaves me open to do whatever I want. From the shadows, it’s much easier to win.
Don’t be fooled. I’m still a prince. I’m the prince, in fact, and eventually I’ll have something to my name, but who knows when that will be? I can build my own thing, from the darkness, and when the time is right, I can come out into the light and let everyone know. Honestly, I’d be fine helping my sisters bolster their careers.
In a perfect world, I’d settle down with the perfect girl (I’ve got an idea; perfect might be a bit of a stretch, but I have a feeling), on an island owned by us, where no one can bother us, and we can live there peacefully for the rest of our days. Maybe even live off of the land. That’d be exciting.
But this isn’t a perfect world, and I have to be a prince. I have to be a Helmsley, no matter how much it sucks. I guess Dad was a lot the same way when he was my age? Maybe this whole princely life isn’t for everyone. He seemed to have made it work, though.
Must be the blow.
Or Mom.
I go to the meetings, I attend the lunches, I go through the motions… but I really don’t like it. Mom and Dad always say they have an idea of something I’d like, but so far, no dice. Maybe I’ll poke Grandma Bi for it. She’ll crack. Always does.
Until I know what they have planned for me, I’m gonna drag myself through it all until I’m done. Hey, I can’t complain too much. I get to blow money on whatever I want, I don’t have to worry about paparazzi because I’m not popular (though apparently, Becca says they’re starting to think I’m hot — the game might change soon), and all I have to do is attend a few garbage, boring functions.
At least I have the family BBQs to look forward to. It’s really weird that our families, who basically run the world, gather for BBQ once a month. Closer to weekly during the summer. It’s dope.
Now I just need the girl.
Speaking of, I’m bailing on my Sweden trip because I read the Weekend Warrior, and I have to go home and run offense against them. Sucks, because I sorta enjoyed reading it, but whoever writes it is pushing the wrong buttons.”
In a lot of ways, I’m the forgotten one. I’m not young enough anymore to be on the front page of newspapers, or have Instagram posts with my mom or grandma showing off how I can talk or walk all on my own now., like my younger siblings I’m not old enough to be breaking out on my own, like my older siblings. And my twins? I dunno if that’s the right way to say it. My triplets sounds weird. My twins I think gets the message across a bit better.
Anyway, those two. They’re loaded with ambition, and both of them are very self-driven. Of us three, they’ll be the breakout ones. They’ll be the ones in the limelight, and the ones that people think of when they think of our name. And honestly? I’m more than okay with that. I like slinking around in the shadows, doing what I want, without the pressure of worrying about whether or not I’m going to be judged for my every news.
Being the forgotten one is great. It leads to the media, a lot of the time, referring to Becca and Bailey as ‘the twins,’ without worrying about me. That leaves me open to do whatever I want. From the shadows, it’s much easier to win.
Don’t be fooled. I’m still a prince. I’m the prince, in fact, and eventually I’ll have something to my name, but who knows when that will be? I can build my own thing, from the darkness, and when the time is right, I can come out into the light and let everyone know. Honestly, I’d be fine helping my sisters bolster their careers.
In a perfect world, I’d settle down with the perfect girl (I’ve got an idea; perfect might be a bit of a stretch, but I have a feeling), on an island owned by us, where no one can bother us, and we can live there peacefully for the rest of our days. Maybe even live off of the land. That’d be exciting.
But this isn’t a perfect world, and I have to be a prince. I have to be a Helmsley, no matter how much it sucks. I guess Dad was a lot the same way when he was my age? Maybe this whole princely life isn’t for everyone. He seemed to have made it work, though.
Must be the blow.
Or Mom.
I go to the meetings, I attend the lunches, I go through the motions… but I really don’t like it. Mom and Dad always say they have an idea of something I’d like, but so far, no dice. Maybe I’ll poke Grandma Bi for it. She’ll crack. Always does.
Until I know what they have planned for me, I’m gonna drag myself through it all until I’m done. Hey, I can’t complain too much. I get to blow money on whatever I want, I don’t have to worry about paparazzi because I’m not popular (though apparently, Becca says they’re starting to think I’m hot — the game might change soon), and all I have to do is attend a few garbage, boring functions.
At least I have the family BBQs to look forward to. It’s really weird that our families, who basically run the world, gather for BBQ once a month. Closer to weekly during the summer. It’s dope.
Now I just need the girl.
Speaking of, I’m bailing on my Sweden trip because I read the Weekend Warrior, and I have to go home and run offense against them. Sucks, because I sorta enjoyed reading it, but whoever writes it is pushing the wrong buttons.”
A C A D E M I C S
| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |
- He writes for the school newspaper. Brian heads the advice column, wherein people ask him, Brian, for advice. He’s not sure why, but this has been wildly successful. Brian considers this his job. He plans to return home and ask Trixie if he can publish an op-ed of sorts.
- Brian was a football player (cornerback), until receiving the recent news that Damian O’Connor is no longer the captain. He texted Trevor, and the coach his immediate resignation after hearing the news.
- Brian intends to use this additional free time to work with Riley Wells in the A/V club and morning show. He intends to use this to his advantage while repairing the damage dealt by the Weekend Warrior. He has texted Riley his intention of joining in the form of a statement, rather than a question.
| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |
A straight A student. His favorite classes are creative writing (he enjoys writing short stories), and P.E. (Brian enjoys physical activity). His least favorite are Math (Brian sees enough numbers at home), and Science (it can be somewhat boring)
| | E X T R A N O T E S | |
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FC is Nick Robinson
FC is Nick Robinson
| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |
- Scotty
- Bash
- Seb
| | A G E | |
17, July 15th
| | G E N D E R | |
Male
| | S E X U A L I T Y | |
Heterosexual
| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |
Look, I might not be dating anyone, but I have someone that takes up all my time regardless. Having someone that challenges you at everything is a full time fucking job.
| | O C C U P A T I O N | |
Doesn’t work. Burns money on cars and drugs and fun.
| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |
Junior
| | R O L E | |
Floater.
| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |
Look, I clean up good. Everybody knows it. I slay in a suit, but here’s the deal: fuck suits. I don’t know how all the men in my family walk around in them damn near constantly. Me? I dress like an asshole. Hats, vests, lazy t-shirts, and jeans. Fuck a sui. Sometimes I’ll rock Jordans, sometimes I’ll rock fresh Adidas. Depends on what I'm feelin’.
W H O A M I ?
| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |
- Is always chewing gum. He carries a fresh pack with him always. He likes all kinds, but favors spearmint and tropical flavors.
- Very confrontational. He’s loud, proud, brash, and in charge dude.
- Bends to the will of his mother and grandmother. Mostly, because of his dad in the background.
- Is a huge Christina Aguilera fan, and often can be found humming or even singing her tracks under his breath.
- He has the it factor. He’s charismatic. It makes the whole speech and debate thing a breeze.
- Doesn’t like fizzy, carbonated drinks. He’s big on tea though.
| | D R E A M S | |
I just want cars and toys, man. Maybe a girl. Maybe not.
| | L I K E S | |
- Fast cars and freedom. I like building them, I like driving them, I like racing them.
- No, seriously. Racing is fantastic. Street racing is preferred, but track racing isn’t bad. Me and AJ roll hard on the streets. We go hard in the paint, you hear me?
- Fuck Katie Callaghan. His greatest secret? He likes her — not like, likes her, but she’s important to him. If he were Batman, she’d be his Joker. Can’t have one without the other.
- I’m a big, big fan of the color orange. And the fruit.
- Video games. Zombies. 2K. Solo games. Halo. All that shit.
- Christina Aguilera. Bitch can rock. You ever listened to Ain’t No Other Man? Listen to it. Did you listen to it? She owns.
- Nirvana is also dope. Not quite as dope, but… pretty dope.
| | D I S L I K E S | |
- Fuck a Katie. See above.
- Itchy scalps. Your head ever itched? It sucks.
- Beanies. They’re like… almost hats? But not… completely hats. Just… just wear a hat.
- Here’s the deal: I’m smart. But I don’t like bein’ called a nerd. The result? I don’t try hard. At anything. Except for video games. I try just hard enough to be good, but never hard enough to be as good as I know I could be. Don’t let anyone bag on me for bein’ smart.
- Look, man, to be honest? I don’t dislike much. I vibe with a lot of things.
| | F E A R S | |
Most people aren't completely fearless. What's your greatest fears?
D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T
| | H I S T O R Y | |
“Here’s something a lot of people don’t know about me: I’m Australian by birth. I was made on a private beach on the Gold Coast, when my mom and dad were staying there. Dad was on an extended vacation, no idea what that means. After I came around though, they dipped and went back home to Los Angeles, I guess so my Grandparents — I have not one, not two, not three, but count ‘em: four grandmothers — could assist in raising me. Only three grandfathers, though. One of them has two wives.
Lucky dude, that Bash is.
Anyway, my mom and dad go home. I’m still an Australian citizen until they realize, when I’m seven years old. I guess they like… blanked on it? My dad is mission focused, and my mom is great, but between the two of them they sometimes… blank on the finer details of shit. For example, your child’s citizenship. So anyway, I’m seven years old and I check the mail at our place. What do I see? A letter from the Commonwealth of Australia, and another from the White House of the United States of America.
See, it’s a big deal when a celebrity’s green card runs out, dude!
But anyway, I’m seven years old. I got these letters, they say my name ‘Scott Sebastian Lyon.’ So I bust ‘em open. Ancient, family heirloom, sword letter opener and everything. And I read ‘em, as best I can! Keep in mind, I’m seven. I don’t get a lot of the big words, but the basic gist of it is: my ass is grass, dude. The Commonwealth wants me to be livin’ there, the US of A is sayin’ I need to get my citizenship fixed up, I don’t even know what a citizenship is!
I go to my ma and my grandma, cryin’ my eyes out. I’m freakin’ out. Little seven year old Scotty, losin’ his mind. I hand them the letters and I say ‘I have to go.’ I go to my room, I’m packin’. Not even five minutes later, Dad and Grandpas B & C are in the room. They see me packin’ my stuff up, crammin’ all my important necessities — Nintendo Switch, Coalition Shirt, and a bunch of granola bars for the road — into a suitcase, and they bust the fuck up laughin’ at me. Laughin’! At a seven year old kid thinkin’ he’s about to be deported! And they explain to me that it’s all good. They called one of their guys in the immigration department, in both countries, and it’s all good. I’m an American citizen. No one will know or think to ask about my Australian heritage.
That moment, right then. That was when I realized that my family was different. Money buys power, power gets you what you want, dude. And what did we have a whole metric fuckton of? Money. So what did that translate to? Power. Mother. Fucking. House.
Ever since that day, lil Scotty ain’t seen nothin’ he wants without buyin’ it. I want it, I get it. That’s just how I roll now, dude. Why? Because I got money, you know I got money. I don’t give a fuck about money. Money never stops, it never sleeps. It ain’t never gonna not be there. Because my Gramps, both of the old dudes, built themselves a goddamn empire, and as a third generation member of the empire, I get to rest on their laurels. And I don’t have to work until I’m of age, whatever that means.
I turn thirteen, Grandpa B comes to me, and this dude says ‘you ever wanted to drive a car?’ I say ‘hell yeah, grandpa!’ He say, ‘aight cool.’ We walk out to the garage, and we jump in one of his rides — dude has an underground garage with like 250 vehicles in it. I jump in the driver’s seat. He taught me how to drive stick in two weekends. Now I go as fast as I want, whenever I want.
I race cars. I win races. It’s dope. It’s awesome. I work on cars. I build cars. It’s even more dope. More awesome. I love working on engines, I love hearing them roar. I hang out with AJ. We get tight. We race together. AJ hooks up with Jamie. We get tight. Jamie has a sister.
We do not get tight.
Katie Callaghan is my mortal enemy. She thinks she’s all high and mighty that she’s better than me, I’m the man. I’m the guy, and she thinks she’s better than me? Half the student body thinks she’s just short Shauna, and she runs her mouth like that! I ain’t havin’ none of it. I join chess club, and speech and debate just to be better than her at them.
She proves to be a formidable foe.
She tests me, but dammit I ain’t losin’ to no GIRL. I work my ass off so I can be better than her at all this shit. She motivates me.
It’s aight.
But fuck her, dude."
Lucky dude, that Bash is.
Anyway, my mom and dad go home. I’m still an Australian citizen until they realize, when I’m seven years old. I guess they like… blanked on it? My dad is mission focused, and my mom is great, but between the two of them they sometimes… blank on the finer details of shit. For example, your child’s citizenship. So anyway, I’m seven years old and I check the mail at our place. What do I see? A letter from the Commonwealth of Australia, and another from the White House of the United States of America.
See, it’s a big deal when a celebrity’s green card runs out, dude!
But anyway, I’m seven years old. I got these letters, they say my name ‘Scott Sebastian Lyon.’ So I bust ‘em open. Ancient, family heirloom, sword letter opener and everything. And I read ‘em, as best I can! Keep in mind, I’m seven. I don’t get a lot of the big words, but the basic gist of it is: my ass is grass, dude. The Commonwealth wants me to be livin’ there, the US of A is sayin’ I need to get my citizenship fixed up, I don’t even know what a citizenship is!
I go to my ma and my grandma, cryin’ my eyes out. I’m freakin’ out. Little seven year old Scotty, losin’ his mind. I hand them the letters and I say ‘I have to go.’ I go to my room, I’m packin’. Not even five minutes later, Dad and Grandpas B & C are in the room. They see me packin’ my stuff up, crammin’ all my important necessities — Nintendo Switch, Coalition Shirt, and a bunch of granola bars for the road — into a suitcase, and they bust the fuck up laughin’ at me. Laughin’! At a seven year old kid thinkin’ he’s about to be deported! And they explain to me that it’s all good. They called one of their guys in the immigration department, in both countries, and it’s all good. I’m an American citizen. No one will know or think to ask about my Australian heritage.
That moment, right then. That was when I realized that my family was different. Money buys power, power gets you what you want, dude. And what did we have a whole metric fuckton of? Money. So what did that translate to? Power. Mother. Fucking. House.
Ever since that day, lil Scotty ain’t seen nothin’ he wants without buyin’ it. I want it, I get it. That’s just how I roll now, dude. Why? Because I got money, you know I got money. I don’t give a fuck about money. Money never stops, it never sleeps. It ain’t never gonna not be there. Because my Gramps, both of the old dudes, built themselves a goddamn empire, and as a third generation member of the empire, I get to rest on their laurels. And I don’t have to work until I’m of age, whatever that means.
I turn thirteen, Grandpa B comes to me, and this dude says ‘you ever wanted to drive a car?’ I say ‘hell yeah, grandpa!’ He say, ‘aight cool.’ We walk out to the garage, and we jump in one of his rides — dude has an underground garage with like 250 vehicles in it. I jump in the driver’s seat. He taught me how to drive stick in two weekends. Now I go as fast as I want, whenever I want.
I race cars. I win races. It’s dope. It’s awesome. I work on cars. I build cars. It’s even more dope. More awesome. I love working on engines, I love hearing them roar. I hang out with AJ. We get tight. We race together. AJ hooks up with Jamie. We get tight. Jamie has a sister.
We do not get tight.
Katie Callaghan is my mortal enemy. She thinks she’s all high and mighty that she’s better than me, I’m the man. I’m the guy, and she thinks she’s better than me? Half the student body thinks she’s just short Shauna, and she runs her mouth like that! I ain’t havin’ none of it. I join chess club, and speech and debate just to be better than her at them.
She proves to be a formidable foe.
She tests me, but dammit I ain’t losin’ to no GIRL. I work my ass off so I can be better than her at all this shit. She motivates me.
It’s aight.
But fuck her, dude."
A C A D E M I C S
| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |
- Chess club
- Speech and debate
| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |
| B E S T |
Science
Shop
Math
| W O R S T |
English
Geography
Science
Shop
Math
| W O R S T |
English
Geography
| | E X T R A N O T E S | |
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FC = Taron Egerton
FC = Taron Egerton
Mason Adrian Aspen
"Hey, you sure about this?"
| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |
- Mace
- Turbo
- Occasionally, his mother calls him her Daredevil
| | A G E | |
16, 04/01
| | G E N D E R | |
Male
| | S E X U A L I T Y | |
Heterosexual
| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |
Single
| | O C C U P A T I O N | |
Doesn’t work
| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |
Junior
| | R O L E | |
Burner-ish Elite-ish somewhere in the middle-ish
“Oh, yeah, totally. Saw this in a movie once. Should be fine.”
| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |
6’3
180 lbs
Brown hair
Wide eyes
A few scars (notably shoulder and above left eyebrow)
180 lbs
Brown hair
Wide eyes
A few scars (notably shoulder and above left eyebrow)
W H O A M I ?
| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |
- Mason says a lot of things that he’s inherited from his parents and people in his life. Stuff like ‘sweet,’ ‘money,’ ‘tight,’ ‘bro,’ and ‘homie.’
- Mason has beautiful handwritten printing, and almost calligraphy-esque cursive. His mother taught him his printing and his cursive and worked with him frequently every day to get him to the point where he is now. This is because his mother likes to handwrite (she’s mute and this is the main way she communicates) and didn’t want the art lost to her son.
- He has a scar on his right shoulder from when he attempted (and failed) to do a complete loop on a swing set. It didn’t go well, but he’s still convinced that it’s possible. He just needs more momentum. He was nine years old.
- There is a hole in the wall in a hallway in his home. This is from Mason, aged 10, when he threw a mug at the wall. His intent was for it to explode, in a loud crashing noise that would serve as a sound effect for the G.I. Joes he was playing with. This did not create the intended effect. The mug was too heavy, made of too solid a material. Rather than shatter, it just lumped itself in the wall. His parents chose to leave it there — it’s funny and a good story.
- He winks at people randomly in conversation, often when it’s uncalled for, and will sometimes call people champ.
"...what movie?”
| | D R E A M S | |
“I want to be a winner. If I’m not first, I’m last. Mama ain’t raise no last place.”
| | L I K E S | |
- Metallica
- Apple butts
- Pretty handwriting
- Going fast
- Going hard
- Going big
- His mother’s voice. It’s angelic, but she doesn’t talk much.
- Girls with hair that he can play with and braid and brush and stuff. Leave him alone, it’s not weird.
- Breakfast food. He likes it so much so that his family often eats breakfast three times a day
- The smell of napalm in the morning! Just kidding, but Apocalypse Now is one of his favorite flicks
- Music. He likes rock, softer rock, slightly heavier rock, smoother rock… He’s a big fan of rock.
- When girls wear long socks. Or thigh highs. Or leggings.
- Also when girls have on skirts or shorts or dresses and thigh highs or knee socks and there’s that little strip of visible thigh. Absolute territory.
- Movie theater butter. Yeah, it’s like… some kind of weird oil or something, but fuck him up. Just murder this man with butter. Lay him the fuck out.
“It’s a biopic. It’s called ‘Legend of Our Time.’”
| | D I S L I K E S | |
- Going home
- The taste of asphalt
- People who think cake shouldn’t be combined with cookies. Just fuck his shit up, okay?
- Not much of anything else, he’s pretty relaxed.
"...who’s it about?”
| | F E A R S | |
“Losing. Mama ain’t raise no loser.”
D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T
| | H I S T O R Y | |
Since the minute he could walk, he’s been all about the fast life. When he turned six, one of his birthday gifts was one of those tiny electric cars for children, in his case a hummer. He spent the next few weeks attempting to take it off ‘sweet jumps’ while his mother watched. This was mostly a failure, as the tiny electric car would only go so fast. Shortly after this, he graduated to a big wheel tricycle, a present from his mother’s father. It was with this toy that he learned how to really go off sweet jumps.
Using a piece of wood he found lying around in his uncle’s yard, and a big rock that he had his father help him put in place, Mason made himself a ramp at the bottom of his parent’s driveway. This would the day that he learned how momentum worked, as he pushed off at the top. He had thought that he would have speed control, but that, as it turned out, was a fucking lie.
His legs pedaled faster than they had ever pedaled before, and as he tore down the hill at what he was certain was mach speed (at the time, he had no idea what mach speed was), Mason decided this would be the end of him.
He hit the ramp surprisingly smoothly, all things considered, and the youngster and his big wheel flew into the air, came down and the wheel broke and Mace slid across the asphalt. This event led to two things in his life: most importantly, Mace realized that he did not like the taste of asphalt. Secondly, the longest lasting result of his first crash is a piece of asphalt that’s lodged above his left eyebrow. You can’t see it as well anymore, but it’s there. Pinch the skin and you can feel it. That’s worse. He could get it taken out, but the way he sees it, it’s part of him now.
Seven years later, at age thirteen, Mason was a daredevil. He cliff dove, he went hang gliding, he begged his mother for a wingsuit (this didn’t work out until he turned sixteen, so it’s a recent thing!), he hung out at Dreamland with his cousins and their friends… and he became a bit of a burner as a result of giving weed a shot while he was there. It’s not really his fault, just sort of who he surrounded himself with!
In middle school, he became friends with Damian over a shared love of climbing ontop of things and jumping off of them. They maintain a friendship of sorts to this day, though Mason isn’t really a member of Damian’s group. He could be! He just doesn’t want to be.
Nowadays, he can be found doing all kinds of things that are either stupid, or require really big balls, depending on your viewpoint. Things that include, but are not limited to, attempting to jump a loveseat with wheels and a 125cc motor from a dirt bike strapped onto it off of a giant ramp over a small gap, and attempting to do a double backflip on a tricycle off of the same ramp. Look, he enjoys himself, and he’s saving the GoPro footage for later.
Just let it rock, okay, champ?
Using a piece of wood he found lying around in his uncle’s yard, and a big rock that he had his father help him put in place, Mason made himself a ramp at the bottom of his parent’s driveway. This would the day that he learned how momentum worked, as he pushed off at the top. He had thought that he would have speed control, but that, as it turned out, was a fucking lie.
His legs pedaled faster than they had ever pedaled before, and as he tore down the hill at what he was certain was mach speed (at the time, he had no idea what mach speed was), Mason decided this would be the end of him.
He hit the ramp surprisingly smoothly, all things considered, and the youngster and his big wheel flew into the air, came down and the wheel broke and Mace slid across the asphalt. This event led to two things in his life: most importantly, Mace realized that he did not like the taste of asphalt. Secondly, the longest lasting result of his first crash is a piece of asphalt that’s lodged above his left eyebrow. You can’t see it as well anymore, but it’s there. Pinch the skin and you can feel it. That’s worse. He could get it taken out, but the way he sees it, it’s part of him now.
Seven years later, at age thirteen, Mason was a daredevil. He cliff dove, he went hang gliding, he begged his mother for a wingsuit (this didn’t work out until he turned sixteen, so it’s a recent thing!), he hung out at Dreamland with his cousins and their friends… and he became a bit of a burner as a result of giving weed a shot while he was there. It’s not really his fault, just sort of who he surrounded himself with!
In middle school, he became friends with Damian over a shared love of climbing ontop of things and jumping off of them. They maintain a friendship of sorts to this day, though Mason isn’t really a member of Damian’s group. He could be! He just doesn’t want to be.
Nowadays, he can be found doing all kinds of things that are either stupid, or require really big balls, depending on your viewpoint. Things that include, but are not limited to, attempting to jump a loveseat with wheels and a 125cc motor from a dirt bike strapped onto it off of a giant ramp over a small gap, and attempting to do a double backflip on a tricycle off of the same ramp. Look, he enjoys himself, and he’s saving the GoPro footage for later.
Just let it rock, okay, champ?
A C A D E M I C S
| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |
- Aspires to have a segment on the show where he uploads footage of himself and his friends doing cool shit.
“Mason Aspen.”
| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |
| B E S T |
PE
Health
Science
English
| W O R S T |
Math. Numbers move too fast for him.
PE
Health
Science
English
| W O R S T |
Math. Numbers move too fast for him.
| | E X T R A N O T E S | |
FC: Dylan O’Brien
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Volleyball Queen
| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |
- She prefers to not be called Athena, but will allow it from certain people.
- Ana
- Puzzle Buddy
- Shorts
| | A G E | |
16, 05/19
| | G E N D E R | |
Female
| | S E X U A L I T Y | |
lesbian as fug
| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |
Taken by a stoner who never stood a chance. They started dating in July!
| | O C C U P A T I O N | |
Doesn’t really work; she has a pretty busy extra curricular load!
| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |
Junior
| | R O L E | |
Jock, she’s the volleyball team captain!
| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |
Just look at the gifs and stuff, okay? She looks like that.
She dresses often in skirts and dresses, almost ‘preppy’ in her attire. She prefers bright colors, and occasionally wears jeans.
She has spandex as part of her volleyball uniform.
She dresses often in skirts and dresses, almost ‘preppy’ in her attire. She prefers bright colors, and occasionally wears jeans.
She has spandex as part of her volleyball uniform.
W H O A M I ?
| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |
- Does a crossword puzzle every day with her girlfriend in homeroom
- Has a bad habit of chewing on her hair. This sometimes bleeds over to her girlfriend’s hair. That is to say, she sometimes chews on it.
- Also chews on straws after drinking sodas and stuff.
- She may just really like chewing on things. She has a habit to be chewing gum too.
- She wears glasses, but most often has contacts in.
- This includes sunglasses! She really likes them, and keeps a pair in her bag at all times.
- She has a bookshelf in her room, and one of the shelves is dedicated to her anime figurine collection.
| | D R E A M S | |
“Let me focus on graduating, first. Then I’ll think about lifelong goals, mmk?”
| | L I K E S | |
- Anime! She’s not a weeb by any means. She just likes the character design and stories. She prefers slice of life, or love stories. Sailor Moon is one of her favorites, though. She wants to be the Sailor Scouts for Halloween!
- Weed. Maybe that’s why it was so easy to date the burner girl?
- Candy. What kind of girl doesn’t like candy? Her favorite is Sour Patch Watermelon.
- Participating. This can take any form, from volunteering around town and in the community, to standing up when the teacher needs a volunteer.
- Smooth music. She doesn’t like stuff that’s hard and rough just to be loud, but she can appreciate anything with a smooth groove and a slick backbone. It doesn’t matter what genre it comes from!
| | D I S L I K E S | |
- People who don’t participate and contribute.
- Alcohol. It makes her sick, honest. But maybe she’s just overdone it…
- Cinnamon flavored things. It’s like a weird heat.
- Bar soap. The body wash/gel variety is much better, in her opinion.
| | F E A R S | |
“I’m not a big fan of horror movies. Why? Because what if they’re real! They might be.”
D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T
| | H I S T O R Y | |
Athena’s history, kept short and sweet, involves a strange home situation. She has three parents — that is to say, her father and her mother have a girlfriend who lives with them who her father also has children with. It’s complicated, it’s weird, and it’s kind of embarrassing. Don’t get it wrong, she loves her parents to bits, but she can’t exactly tell her friends about it. As a result, she doesn’t really bring her family up very much, to the point that she hasn’t brought her girlfriend over in the time they’ve been dating.
She’s slowly tempering Erika’s expectations, to where Adriana feels comfortable bringing her home to meet her family. She really wants to! She loves her family. She has no reason not to! Her father is one of the best men ever, in her opinion, and her two mothers have been nothing but loving and adoring her whole life. Adriana lives her best life, and a lot of it is thanks to her family.
She just doesn’t know how to explain the situation, and feels like it’s weird. Regardless, their six month anniversary is here! Adriana intends to bite the bullet and just invite Erika over. She can take it! It just might be a little bit confusing...
She’s slowly tempering Erika’s expectations, to where Adriana feels comfortable bringing her home to meet her family. She really wants to! She loves her family. She has no reason not to! Her father is one of the best men ever, in her opinion, and her two mothers have been nothing but loving and adoring her whole life. Adriana lives her best life, and a lot of it is thanks to her family.
She just doesn’t know how to explain the situation, and feels like it’s weird. Regardless, their six month anniversary is here! Adriana intends to bite the bullet and just invite Erika over. She can take it! It just might be a little bit confusing...
A C A D E M I C S
| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |
- Volleyball team captain!
- Frequently volunteers at animal and homeless shelters
- Works with the Big Brothers Big Sisters organization
- Volunteers for things such as cleaning up highways, and keeping parks and hiking trails tidy.
- A senior girl scout
- Summer camp counselor
- Anime club
- Plans on joining the Peace Corps for one year after school. She spends a lot of time getting ready for this.
- She wants to start a club for hiking and camping and outdoorsy things once the spring/summer semester rolls around.
| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |
| B E S T |
Almost everything. She studies hard to be a straight A student, so she can into a fancy university.
| W O R S T |
Nothing, really?
Almost everything. She studies hard to be a straight A student, so she can into a fancy university.
| W O R S T |
Nothing, really?
| | E X T R A N O T E S | |
FC: Kristen Stewart
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Aries Viktor Snyder
| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |
- Vik
- A.V.
| | A G E | |
17, 07/09
| | G E N D E R | |
Male
| | S E X U A L I T Y | |
Heterosexual
| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |
Single, gets around
| | O C C U P A T I O N | |
Has a YouTube channel that pulls a decent amount of traffic. It's all going into savings, per his mothers request.
| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |
Junior
| | R O L E | |
Musician
| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |
The most memorable thing about Aries’ appearance is how he dresses. There’s an undeniably old school vibe to it; almost retro. He tends to wear clothes and outfits that were almost certainly thrifted from the local Goodwill, and look like they belong in the 70’s.
Bro don’t care, though.
He looks like a star.
Bro don’t care, though.
He looks like a star.
W H O A M I ?
| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |
- Has a habit of tapping out a beat with his fingers, or pencils.
- Mimics guitar notes with his hands.
- Keeps a pencil behind his ear, so he can jot down notes or ideas that he has.
- Despite claiming he’s only into music for the girls, he really just likes to jam nowadays.
- Is incredibly ambidextrous, and can play the guitar with either hand.
- Very musically gifted
| | D R E A M S | |
“Live at the garden.”
| | L I K E S | |
- Playing music
- Girls. More girls more happy.
- Joe Satriani
- Led Zeppelin
- Steve Vai
- Paul Gilbert
- Neil Peart
- Dave Mustaine
- Eddie Van Halen
- Zakk Wylde
- Phil Collins
- Dave Grohl
- Jareth Wells
- Nero Frost
- Jericho Snyder
- Chase & Chance Slayer
- The last five, but like… on stage together. Touch The Sky owns
- Mutiny of the Groove
- Sofia Helmsley ;)
| | D I S L I K E S | |
- Screamo; he mostly dislikes the sound of their voice. He appreciates musical talent where it is
- Pop music
- Sofia Helmsley when she’s not modeling lingerie. Turns out she’s a wee bit of a bitch. Don’t meet your dream girls, kids.
- Shitty rappers. If the only positive thing coming from your music is that beat is so hard bruh, then get the fuck out of his face.
- People who don’t get it, whatever it is.
| | F E A R S | |
“Not playing live at the garden.”
D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T
| | H I S T O R Y | |
He was three years old the first time he announced he wanted to be a musician. Humoring him, his father bought a piano for their home, one of the fancy ones that can play music itself; to make sure they got some use out of it. His father soon learned that Aries wasn’t joking, as he ‘played’ on it every day. Lessons began at four, they were grown out of at seven. At eight years of age, he got a guitar for the first time. This, he chose to teach himself, with the base of being a pianist to stand on.
He surprisingly dedicated himself to the craft, and built a skill set curated around his music tastes. Listening to music with his dad, Aries learned to preferred blistering guitar riffs, bass lines that held a smooth backbone, and drum beats that tied the whole thing together, and his playlists reflected that: they were filled with rock bands, and speed metal bands.
As he grew up, he taught himself to play bass guitar, lead guitar, and even convinced his parents to buy him an expansive drum set. Somewhere along the line, in the last three years, he managed to get them to convert the basement into a soundproof music studio. Down there, he records music for his YouTube channel, where he uploads covers of video game and anime music, rewritten to be played faster and louder, while still maintaining the backbone. He writes his own music and posts it here, but his fans more often prefer the covers. People go ballistic when their favorite track from Naruto becomes a workout song. On occasion, he adds vocals to his tracks, and has built a singing voice out of necessity, not because he likes to sing.
During the last year or two, he’s learned that by rocking, he can pretty easily score chicks. Despite his passion for music, he tends to keep his YouTube channel under wraps, instead using his ability to play guitar to get with different girls. It’s worked so far, and he’s pretty satisfied with it; once he gets fans, or forms a band, maybe he’ll get some groupies, yeah?
Hearing rumblings of a talent show coming up, Aries plans to seize the opportunity to either shred alone, or play with a band.
“Anyway, here’s Wonderwall.”
He surprisingly dedicated himself to the craft, and built a skill set curated around his music tastes. Listening to music with his dad, Aries learned to preferred blistering guitar riffs, bass lines that held a smooth backbone, and drum beats that tied the whole thing together, and his playlists reflected that: they were filled with rock bands, and speed metal bands.
As he grew up, he taught himself to play bass guitar, lead guitar, and even convinced his parents to buy him an expansive drum set. Somewhere along the line, in the last three years, he managed to get them to convert the basement into a soundproof music studio. Down there, he records music for his YouTube channel, where he uploads covers of video game and anime music, rewritten to be played faster and louder, while still maintaining the backbone. He writes his own music and posts it here, but his fans more often prefer the covers. People go ballistic when their favorite track from Naruto becomes a workout song. On occasion, he adds vocals to his tracks, and has built a singing voice out of necessity, not because he likes to sing.
During the last year or two, he’s learned that by rocking, he can pretty easily score chicks. Despite his passion for music, he tends to keep his YouTube channel under wraps, instead using his ability to play guitar to get with different girls. It’s worked so far, and he’s pretty satisfied with it; once he gets fans, or forms a band, maybe he’ll get some groupies, yeah?
Hearing rumblings of a talent show coming up, Aries plans to seize the opportunity to either shred alone, or play with a band.
“Anyway, here’s Wonderwall.”
A C A D E M I C S
| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |
- Posts on a YouTube channel
| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |
| B E S T |
Music
Music theory
| W O R S T |
Math
English
Science
Dude only comes harder than the average in one thing, and that’s jamming
Music
Music theory
| W O R S T |
Math
English
Science
Dude only comes harder than the average in one thing, and that’s jamming
| | E X T R A N O T E S | |
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FC: Joe Keery
FC: Joe Keery
“Uh, my girlfriend goes to another school.”
| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |
- Bash
- Junior
- BJ
| | A G E | |
17, 11/26
| | G E N D E R | |
Male
| | S E X U A L I T Y | |
Heterosexual
| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |
Taken “You haven’t met her, but I totally have the baddest girlfriend.”
| | O C C U P A T I O N | |
He doesn’t work.
| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |
Junior
| | R O L E | |
Too new to know
| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |
Sebastian maintains a sense of style to the way he dresses, and he really has no choice. If he didn’t his, family might shun him. In a lot of ways, he looks like he could be the poster boy of r/malefashionadvice, or r/streetwear depending on the day. Body type wise, he’s fit, and tall and all around handsome. Which makes sense.
Have you ever seen his girlfriend? Of course he’s hot. She’d a drop dead gorgeous ten out of ten, at least.
Have you ever seen his girlfriend? Of course he’s hot. She’d a drop dead gorgeous ten out of ten, at least.
W H O A M I ?
| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |
- Frequently talks about his girlfriend, but commonly dodges attempts to meet her, even by friends and family.
- Occasionally works out at the 365 Combat Club with his cousin.
- Is a huge fan of the color blue. Currently, his walls are painted blue in his room. He’s sort of outgrown this, but not quite yet. He’s picking out a silver to paint them.
- Likes watching movies and tries to watch at least two new ones every week, more if he can.
- Does the same with music, listening to new albums as he cruises around.
- Homeschooled up until a very recent point.
- Portrays an over the top personality on social media. He posts pictures of himself flaunting cash or being ‘gangsta’ on Instagram and Twitter, and while he’s not totally unlike that once you get to meet him, it’s very much ‘turned up to eleven’ in the public eye. In fact, most paparazzi photos involve him being disgustingly average.
- Whenever a picture is taken of him, he tends to stick his tongue out. This is a habit trained to him by his mother, as a tactic to keep the press from getting good photos of him when he was a child. Now? He can’t stop.
| | D R E A M S | |
Completely unsure.
| | L I K E S | |
- Cheese. He’ll take cheese over every possible food.
- The sizzling sound of bacon.
- Romantic comedies. They’re a guilty pleasure.
- Soft serve ice cream. He thinks this is the most superior kind of ice cream.
- Orange juice, the best kind of juice.
- Family dinners. Twice a month.
- Peanut butter cookies, preferably with melty chocolate to dip them in.
- Drinks with vanilla in them. Vanilla cherry is okay, but it’s just… not the same.
| | D I S L I K E S | |
- The accidental web of lies he’s gotten himself into.
- When people ask about his girlfriend.
- Being cooped up inside all the time. Getting his driver’s license was a godsend, and he’s been all over the place ever since.
- Being homeschooled. It was great at first, but he’s happy to be done with it and be moving to a public school for his final year and a half.
- Owen’s potential reaction when he asks him for help.
| | F E A R S | |
One hundred percent, being found out.
D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T
| | H I S T O R Y | |
Sebastian grew up never knowing what it was like to want something. He was homeschooled, and as an only child, has been spoiled rotten, and raised with the thought process that his family is better than anyone else’s. That doesn’t mean that he is free from expectations, or wants and needs. Sebastian is supposed to be famous, supposed to be a superstar. Someone the easily manipulated public cares about. It’s kind of tough, when you’re 17.
Maybe it was these pressures, and the feeling that he had to ‘live up to his name’ that drives him to have such a crazy outward personality. It’s possible there wouldn’t be pictures of him holding guns (with zero trigger discipline! For shame) on Instagram, or holding stacks of money if it wasn’t for the idea that he had to be ‘famous.’ This kind of behavior worked! Besides, he knew about guns and he knew about how much money they had.
Sebastian knows a lot of things, after all. He could get away with that kind of behavior, because the gun wasn’t loaded, and his parents wouldn’t even think twice if a stack of twenties came up missing. He knows what he’s doing!
And he has built up a bit of a character, as some kind of goofball, gangsta, bad boy type. The public sees him one way, and his family sees him another way.
That was the effect of ‘needing to be someone.’ There was more that came with his name. The former came with his last name, the worst part came packaged with his first name. Apparently, he takes after his grandfather in some ways (whom he’s named after), and his grandmother has always told him that he’s gonna be a ladykiller just like his grandad was.
The shitty part is, even with the ‘friends’ he’s made (mostly people who want to roll with him to spend his money), Sebastian hasn’t met a girl worth dating. Hooking up with? Twice. Probably never again, not his style. He has however, fabricated a lie that he holds with his family and even some of his friends: he totally has a girlfriend, you just can’t meet her because her family is off traveling. “Does she go to BHHS? No, of course not. She’s totally gonna transfer in with me, though!” Oh my god why did I say that?
Sebastian has fucked himself. Royally, fantastically.
He doesn’t know what to do, and he’s going to ask his only reliable friend for help. That is to say: Owen Lyon. He could ask Scott, or maybe even one of the Helmsleys, but Sebastian knows that the only one that’s going to help him and not hurt him, is Owen.
Godspeed.
Maybe it was these pressures, and the feeling that he had to ‘live up to his name’ that drives him to have such a crazy outward personality. It’s possible there wouldn’t be pictures of him holding guns (with zero trigger discipline! For shame) on Instagram, or holding stacks of money if it wasn’t for the idea that he had to be ‘famous.’ This kind of behavior worked! Besides, he knew about guns and he knew about how much money they had.
Sebastian knows a lot of things, after all. He could get away with that kind of behavior, because the gun wasn’t loaded, and his parents wouldn’t even think twice if a stack of twenties came up missing. He knows what he’s doing!
And he has built up a bit of a character, as some kind of goofball, gangsta, bad boy type. The public sees him one way, and his family sees him another way.
That was the effect of ‘needing to be someone.’ There was more that came with his name. The former came with his last name, the worst part came packaged with his first name. Apparently, he takes after his grandfather in some ways (whom he’s named after), and his grandmother has always told him that he’s gonna be a ladykiller just like his grandad was.
The shitty part is, even with the ‘friends’ he’s made (mostly people who want to roll with him to spend his money), Sebastian hasn’t met a girl worth dating. Hooking up with? Twice. Probably never again, not his style. He has however, fabricated a lie that he holds with his family and even some of his friends: he totally has a girlfriend, you just can’t meet her because her family is off traveling. “Does she go to BHHS? No, of course not. She’s totally gonna transfer in with me, though!” Oh my god why did I say that?
Sebastian has fucked himself. Royally, fantastically.
He doesn’t know what to do, and he’s going to ask his only reliable friend for help. That is to say: Owen Lyon. He could ask Scott, or maybe even one of the Helmsleys, but Sebastian knows that the only one that’s going to help him and not hurt him, is Owen.
Godspeed.
A C A D E M I C S
| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |
- Absolutely none. Speaking technically, he’s a transfer student.
| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |
| B E S T |
If you ask his mother, he’s a very well rounded student! No particular bests or worsts.
| W O R S T |
We shall see.
If you ask his mother, he’s a very well rounded student! No particular bests or worsts.
| W O R S T |
We shall see.
| | E X T R A N O T E S | |
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FC: Cameron Dallas
FC: Cameron Dallas
| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |
- Zach
- His mom calls him Zachy. It’s embarrassing.
| | A G E | |
15, 01/03
| | G E N D E R | |
Male
| | S E X U A L I T Y | |
Heterosexual
| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |
Single
| | O C C U P A T I O N | |
Does hanging out at the comic shop count? He’s too young to work, but the owner of the shop gives him free Magic packs if he helps unload. Of course, it helps that the owner is his step-dad…
| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |
Freshman
| | R O L E | |
Geek
| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |
He’s still got a couple growth spurts to go, okay? He’s coming into his own! He’s still growing!
Okay, dude is short, alright? He’s only 5’2”, but this is gonna be his year! He’s gonna get real tall and everyone will be real impressed and his face will grow hair and he’ll have an awesome beard and everyone will be in awe. Hopefully...
Okay, dude is short, alright? He’s only 5’2”, but this is gonna be his year! He’s gonna get real tall and everyone will be real impressed and his face will grow hair and he’ll have an awesome beard and everyone will be in awe. Hopefully...
W H O A M I ?
| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |
- Has boxes filled with composition notebooks in his closet. He has a lot of ideas, and tries his best to get every single one on paper.
- Keeps all the notes he takes in class. This dates back to 5th grade. His hope is that one day he’ll be able to give them to his child, and they won’t have to suffer through it.
- Drinks chocolate milk over regular milk whenever he can, including in his cereal
| | D R E A M S | |
“I want to be a comic book writer. Writer, not artist. Big difference. I think some of the big guns have stories left to tell, but I’m not just gonna tell you all my plots here!”
| | L I K E S | |
- All kinds of peanut butter. Did you know they have different kinds of flavors? Birthday cake is real good
- Noodles! He loves noodles, with butter and garlic salt and black pepper.
- Action comics! The classics, man.
- Lowkey is a huge fan of kung fu flicks
- Still really likes Danimals. You know, the little cups of smoothie yogurt that you drink?
- Explosives. What teenaged boy doesn’t though? Come on.
- Xylophone! In his opinion, it’s one of the most pleasant instruments.
| | D I S L I K E S | |
- Bad movies based on animes. How can you constantly get it wrong?
- Burnt toast; the worst thing.
- Eating ice cream. Listen, it’s not that he doesn’t like the taste of it, okay? He just doesn’t like eating it, because he has sensitive teeth and it’s kinda bummer.
- Taking notes. Taking notes is a necessary evil, and he’s very careful about it and proud of the results he produces, but nonetheless dislikes doing it.
- Riding in lifted trucks. It’s a little stressful to him to not be close to the ground.
| | F E A R S | |
Most people aren't completely fearless. What's your greatest fears?
D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T
| | H I S T O R Y | |
Zach never knew his father.
And that’s okay! He and his mom were a team for a long time, a solo team. They’re still a team nowadays, but they’ve just got a couple of added members. His mom is a nurse and worked hard to take care of him. She worked long hours, and long shifts, and still managed to cook meals for him.
When Zach turned ten, his mother met Raymond. Raymond, Zach decided shortly afterward, was okay. It helped, a lot, that Raymond owned the comic shop, and liked all of the things that Zach did. Together, they read comics and play Magic the Gathering together, and Zach even gets to help out around the shop sometimes!
After three years, Zach’s younger sister was born. She recently turned two years old, and Zach babysits her when he can, something he’s happy to do. His mother is more relaxed than he can ever remember her being, they live in a much better house than the one he grew up in, and Zach is kicking ass in high school so far!
Sure would be a shame if he started crushing on someone and it ruined his whole vibe, wouldn’t it?
And that’s okay! He and his mom were a team for a long time, a solo team. They’re still a team nowadays, but they’ve just got a couple of added members. His mom is a nurse and worked hard to take care of him. She worked long hours, and long shifts, and still managed to cook meals for him.
When Zach turned ten, his mother met Raymond. Raymond, Zach decided shortly afterward, was okay. It helped, a lot, that Raymond owned the comic shop, and liked all of the things that Zach did. Together, they read comics and play Magic the Gathering together, and Zach even gets to help out around the shop sometimes!
After three years, Zach’s younger sister was born. She recently turned two years old, and Zach babysits her when he can, something he’s happy to do. His mother is more relaxed than he can ever remember her being, they live in a much better house than the one he grew up in, and Zach is kicking ass in high school so far!
Sure would be a shame if he started crushing on someone and it ruined his whole vibe, wouldn’t it?
A C A D E M I C S
| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |
- Magic the Gathering club!
| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |
| B E S T |
Everything. He’s a very good student.
| W O R S T |
PE, I guess?
Everything. He’s a very good student.
| W O R S T |
PE, I guess?
| | E X T R A N O T E S | |
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FC: Jack Harries
FC: Jack Harries
