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Rosefell High.

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Rosefell High.

Caspian Grey ✙ Liberty High {TW: Trauma, Mental Disorder}

Name

Caspian Barnabas Grey

Nickames

None that he's outwardly approved of.

_{↳ He won't object to nicknames either.}

Age

17

_{↳ ??/??}

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Demisexual

_{↳ At least as of now that's what he thinks he is. He's dated, but he wasn't emotionally attached to his past lovers. They leave for the same reason 'it's hard to reach him'.
↳ Closeted bisexual or homosexual. He hasn't explored his sexuality enough to have a grasp of his preference.}

Relationship Status

Decidedly a challenge because of the family he comes from. At the moment, he's single.

Label

Reclusive Musician

Appearance Details

• Hair: Dark brown | Wavy-curly | Tousled
• Eyes: Dark brown
• Height: 5ft 6½in
• Body Type: Slim
• Clothing Style: Express not impress. There's nothing more difficult for Caspian than to wear clothes that doesn't represent him in any way and that is a complete inconvenience due to the cut, style, or fit. He has two specific styles depending on the occasion. Fairly banal wear (sweat pants, tees, bomber jackets, with a hoodie underneath, etc.) and red-carpet worthy wear (self-explanatory). Occasionally, you can find him wearing his black frames, instead of his contacts. His charm lies within the way he carries himself — a combination of mystery, mischief, and meaning. His keen intelligence and cleverness is written on his passive face. His perspicacity is behind his intense and sleep deprived gaze. A charming boy, but not by the typical standards of every other Liberty High kid. While The Golden Boys stand under the sun, Caspian chooses to hide in the shadows.
• Makeup Wise: Isn't opposed to wearing makeup, but only does when his sister wants to use his face as a canvas or if his friends convince him to for a costume (or something).
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Has both his earlobes pierced and does like wearing earrings. Though, this feature isn't notable since people are distracted by the aura he gives off.
• Other: When you get him to smile, which is rare, he has a wonky smile that people find endearing and adorable.

Personality Traits

♦ Attentive ♦ Cunning ♦ Resolute ♦ Rational ♦

Caspian, like his twin, is straight forward. Unlike his twin, he doesn't talk your ear off. If he's comfortable with your presence, sure, he'll strike up an intellectual conversation. If he isn't, well, don't expect much from him besides a word or two, or complete silence. He knows when to talk, when not to talk, and how to talk to certain people. He chooses how he speaks, may it be only two word sentences or an eloquent monologue. He intentionally lies, filters words, or expresses himself with complete honesty. Words, as he was taught, needs to be threaded strategically. All for the sake of staying ahead, winning, and not being taken advantage of.

People are sometimes conflicted with adoring Caspian for being genuine, kind, and charming or fearing him, due to his shift in emotion and his clear barrier. Unfortunately, one of his faults is he broods and brooding leads to a lot of bottled up emotion. Unbeknownst to him and his family, Caspian developed OSDD-1, which is difficult to diagnose because there is no clear boundary that determines sufficient amount of information to warrant the belief he has a subsidiary of DID. The notable alter, while not distinct, consider it an emotional fragment, does not take complete control of his body, but does twist his original personality. In OSDD-1a, dissociated parts are more likely to present themselves as the same individual but at different ages, different modes, or as different version. If one were to pay close attention to him, the alter that comes out when he's triggered, in comparison to possible others that are buried under the surface, is an alter with critical traits he believes his parents wished he had, like having an extreme hubris, no toleration for individuals that defy him, and an intimidating dominance.

Fear of being left behind and losing people, under the pressure of being the Grey legacy, has caused him to strive for excellence, leaving little to no room for failure. An incident from his childhood has escalated his mental state, giving him depression and anxiety, which only enhanced his need to dissociate at times, and become a ruthless, colder version of himself. Caspian isn't aware of this emotional fragment, nor if he has others. While he centers his emotions, good and bad, by playing the cello, he finds his inner peace in nature and gardening. Only recently he's been admitted to weekly therapy.

Biography

Old Money

The Greys are one of the wealthiest families in the area, their residence, a Scottish baronial-style mansion designed by Pyotr Konstantinovich Yahontov in the year of 1895, is one of the largest privately owned houses in the United States. Pyotr ended up taking his Scottish wife's surname, Grey, for simplicity's sake. Prior to their move, Aileana Grey spearheaded a musical dynasty of her own, choosing to revisit the romantic classical era, and adding her own notable pieces to such a stylistic time. This was to be expected by the daughter of a remarkable Scottish maestro, Fraser Grey.

Aileana had enough wealth to help her and her Russian husband, that she married in secret, immigrate to America, so that they could start building their own empire: together. However, this wasn't enough for Pyotr. He wanted to make sure the Grey dynasty lived on, without much to worry about, and his wife, while talented, was more known in Scotland than the USA. So, he invested in the most Cleveland of industries, beer. He, a banker at the time, in Columbus, Ohio, as "Peter Grey", decided to build a brewery, using the money his wife had left. His son maintained the family brewery before the prohibition, and then they sold it, deciding to diversify into a more legal beverage: Coffee. As a unified family, they created the brand Arise Coffee, which has led to future Grey generations to own shares in companies like Kellog's. In addition, the Greys have had charitable donations in major Columbus projects, such as the Columbus Symphony Orchestra.

The Price To Pay

As heartwarming and inspiring as the Grey beginnings were, somewhere down the line, the passion and love ceased to exist. The passion and love that started it all seemed to falter the more money they accumulated. Their concern became inflation and the erosion of future investment income. They started disappearing from the public eye and their house that once held grand banquets and balls was now a place of secrets. No longer were their lives about the principle, and the tradition of familial inheritance meant more to them than having a loving, caring family. There was a standard of excellence one must live by and now that weight was on the heir apparent, Caspian Grey.

A boy, with his twin sister, obligated to succeed in all areas, as instructed by their strict parents. Aside from his sister, did he ever truly have support? He can't trust the staff because as much as he wants to, he knows they will report to his father at the end of the day. Part of him feels like this wasn't always the case, but he can't remember a piece of his past that seems vital in him understanding not only himself, but his family. There are pictures of a pale-skinned boy he can't remember the name of, but he knows that was his brother. No one cares to tell him what happened or who the boy was, but clearly, the boy no longer walked this Earth. If there was something severe that happened, his sister would surely tell him, right? Unless she too is sworn to secrecy, all for the sake of the Grey dynasty. That or she needs saving, just like him. Sadly, it doesn't help that his mother treats him like a monster. What did he do to cause her to hate him so?

The older Caspian becomes, the more ruthless his parents act. The more he masters, the more he will be given to master. From academics to chess to the cello to fencing to horseback riding to ballroom dancing... an endless cycle and there at the end of the dark tunnel, there's gardening and books. The small light he needs to stay sane.

While he still adores all the skills he's obtained, like the cello, there's something about these two hobbies that separate themselves from the rest. There's something healing about the quiet in the garden with a book in your hand. Reading is like a gateway skill that opens up the door to more possibilities. With a garden and a library, he felt like he had everything he needed to keep his peace. Things seemed to go well, though every so often he was left in confinement for doing something he had no recollection of doing.

For his high school career, he's kept a low profile, made donations anonymously to causes he cares about, and spent his time thinking about how to protect his family's name. He must never forget that money is a form of financial independence and must be kept safe. He isn't like his classmates, who strut their money, but that doesn't mean his image is squeaky clean. No social media presence to damage his reputation, but he still indulges in one vice which is frowned upon in the Grey family. If his parents knew he smoked, there would be something worst than confinement waiting for him. Fortunately, he's learned to hide in the public eye and go unseen. Hidden in plain sight. That is... until now.

After the big reveal that Liberty High no longer existed, and he, along with the whole student body, would transfer, his parents did not take it well, at all. He didn't want to burden them, so he told them they could consider this a charity project, and he'd make it worthy of their praise. Caspian was so convincing that his father decided to take away the one thing he believed was a distraction to his son, his twin sister. One moment Caspian remembered staring at his father's matter-of-fact expression and that conniving smirk, and the next moment he found himself in front of a therapist. He had no idea how he got there but finding out that he attacked his father, and as a result, his sister was getting sent to boarding school as punishment was not something he wanted to find out from a stranger.

The sooner Caspian can prove to his parents that Rosefell High was a smart investment on his part, the faster he can get his sister back... he just can't believe he would attack his dad like that. The way his therapist described it was monstrous and cruel. Truthfully, the main reason he fought to go to Rosefell in the first place was to be with the small group of friends he had, that had no choice but to go. Now, though? He's wondering if he's made a mistake.

Family

• Father — Simeon Grey — FC: Mads Mikkelsen
• The Butler & Pavel, the pet rat — ? — FC: Crispin Glover
• Deceased sibling. I'd like to keep this part a mystery. As far as people recall, they remember a pale boy that wasn't the twins playing in the yard of The Manor, more often than not at night. They can't remember if it was before the twins were born or after. He did pranks, he giggled when people hurt themselves, and he had odd tendencies. Or did they make that up? This is an old house with many stories and even has a family graveyard in the back. It could very well be true, that there was another Grey sibling, or it can be as simple as nosy neighbors making stories. When the reality could be instead an ancestor whose ghost still walks The Manor’s premise. If the Grey twins did have another sibling, why wasn't there an obituary? Why can't anyone, outside of the family, remember him? For now, it’s best to not pry into strangers’ affairs and accept that Caspian is the heir apparent.
• The Maid — ? — FC: Kathy Bates
• Mother — Lidiya Grey — FC: Olga Kurylenko
• Sister — Calypso Grey — FC: Tonya Vasylchenko

Misc.

FC: Xavier Dolan | a57e67

• Drives an ancient Volvo station wagon.
• PT florist apprentice at Evermore Flowers.
• Thinks the best degree to pursue is in Biology-Chemistry.
• From grade school to middle school, he was on the chess team, the mathletes, the quiz team, and the school orchestra.
• His parents' collect expensive vintage pieces and yes, there's a big creepy picture of the whole family at the top of the lobby's stairs.
• There's many rumors and stories about the Grey Manor.
• His preferred top five book genres are Gothic fiction, English literature, Mystery, Crime, & Prose.
• No social media presence.
• Cymbidium Orchids are his favorite flowers.
• His choice in coffee is the black eye.
• Suffers from insomnia.
• Enjoys the moonlight.
• Likes natural and organic ingredients.
• Collects music boxes.

Rosefell High.

Listening to their workout playlist, Never Give Up by Eminem (Shady Mixes Remix) blasting in the attic of the guest house, the youngest Kingsley siblings spent the past hour working out together, like they usually did before getting ready for school. Their home gym was blaring white, with some pine wood accents and black luxury workout equipment. If it wasn't for the items strategically placed, this room would look like, and feel like, a snowscape. Just how the Kingsleys liked it.

Pulling himself up, letting his chin rest over the bar, squeezing his glutes, Marcos went into another chin up, as Trixie did some burpees on the mat. When they finished their set, Marcos released the bar and cracked his neck, while Beatrix went to the center of the mat, waiting for her brother to evaluate her. "Okay, stances. Then we'll cool down and get out of here."

Since it wasn't the weekend, they wouldn't be doing extensive boxing techniques to build up his sister's strength and endurance. But, he'd still like to watch her, make sure she was prepared for anything. He couldn't always be there for her. As much as he wanted to protect her from harm, he knew it was unrealistic to know where she was 24/7. He didn't want to know what she did all the time, all he needed to know was that she could keep herself safe. Pretending to be her opponent, he unhurriedly asked, "Vulnerable places?"

With vigor, Trixie projected with her strong, powerful, don't-fuck-with-me-voice, "Eyes, nose, throat, and groin," and proceeded into a hammer strike, acting as if she had keys in her hand.

"If someone's coming at you from the front?" He took a step forward, leaning into her and coming for the attack. Without hesitation, she lifted her dominant leg, drove her hips forward, slightly leaned back, and pretended to put as much force into her kick to paralyze her opponent.

In this case, her brother. Even going the extra mile to yell, "Don't fucking touch me!"

Good.

Picking himself off the ground, he continued their routine and asked, "and if they're too close?"

"Well duh, I'm going to use my knee." Trixie grinned at her brother, deciding to go into the next move (the one after the knee stance) which was the heel palm strike. Since her brother was taller than her, by a lot, she went for the throat. After they did a few more self defense moves, they were finally on the last one. Holding her in a side head lock, he waited for her reaction. Quickly, and with the instinct of not being chocked, she pretended to strike her brother's groin with her furthest hand until she was given enough mobility to release herself from the grip and disengage.

Having lost track of time, their older brother, the only one that still resides here, with bed hair, plaid pajama pants, and a Zelda gamer tee on, shuffled upstairs with pizza in his hand and red eyes, "You two bitches need to get ready. Ma will flip her shit if she sees you home when she comes back with groceries."

"Uh... time?" With a raised eyebrow, Trixie reached for a towel and wiped her forehead.

Checking his smart watch (usually only wears while working out), Marcos heavily sighed and saw the time. They had twenty-five minutes to get ready before Richie would be outside honking his horn. Always punctual. Never late. They got caught up in their routine again. "... Richie and Liv will be here soon. Just hurry up, shower, and don't take forever doing your make up."

"Ugh! You got to be kidding me. Thank god I picked my outfit already!" The littlest Kingsley ran down the stairs past her other brother and hurriedly went to the main estate.

"You excited?" Noah obnoxiously chewed on the cold pizza, apathetically observing his catalog-model-looking brother, who was making his way to the stairs that Noah was now blocking. Trixie was small enough to squeeze through.

"Don't eat in here." Marcos waited at the top of the steps, impatiently waiting for his brother to lead the way or move. He was rewarded with an eyeroll, before Noah turned around and sluggishly strolled down the stairs.

Taking a bigger bite, he chewed in silence before scoffing, "You're fucking lucky, dude. I would've killed to go to a school that didn't give a fuck."

"Luck? Is that what we're calling this?"

"Yeah." Noah flatly stared. His dull eyes saying 'I said what I said'. After a moment or two of awkward silence, he gestured for Marcos to go in front of him when they reached the hall to the kitchen. Finally getting to the back door in the guest kitchen, Marcos' older brother waited expectantly. Unfortunately, the guest house was Noah's territory until their mother felt inclined to kick him out. So, for the time being, when Marcos needed to go to the gym, he had to go through his brother first. Noah was amicable for the most part and usually chilled in the den smoking a bowl and streaming. "Luck."

Ripping another piece of pizza off, the clearly exhausted, hadn't slept in a couple days nineteen year old boy shook his head, knowing very well his brother didn't know how to relax and take it easy, "Give it time. I'm sure you'll have a blast and hey, say hi to QueenSamantha for me."

"What? No." Narrowing his eyes, Marcos watched his brother shut the glass door in his face and teasingly waved goodbye.

"Have fun at school, sweetie! Call me if you need anything, but really, don't. Peace!"

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"How do I look?" Trixie stood in the hallway in front of her bedroom door, holding the end of the navy floral long sleeve pleated midi dress, "Not too much, but nice and classy right? Would Miki like this?" Briefly, his eyes widened, surprised at the dress his sister chose. Mature. Sure, there was cleavage, but it was long and elegant. He didn't expect this. If anything, he expected her to go short. Honestly, his sister reminded him of their mother.

"You look beautiful, Trix." He admitted. Marcos, on the other hand, went for sportswear casual. His face spoke enough for him and his clothes would at least make him seem less pretentious than the family he came from. However, he did specifically request Richie to pick them up, so they could flex in his friend's ride (that's besides the point). "... are you comfortable, though?"

A playful grin fell on her face, as she giggled, "These heels aren't anything compared to what I've had to wear at daddy's dinners." Scanning her brother up and down, she tsked, "Only you could put minimal effort and still look good."

"Just because this looks like nothing doesn't mean I didn't put any thought in my choice. I'm not Noah."

"Yeah, yeah—" A loud honk could be heard outside and Trixie's mood swiftly shifted from humorous to uncontrollable excitement, "They're here! Do you think Aiden is here yet? Oh-em-g! I wonder what Liv is wearing... You got to take a picture of us for my Insta!" His sister let out a squeal of happiness.

Before she ran into her bedroom to get her bags (backpack, laptop bag), he commented, "You're taking this well."

Stopping herself from moving any forward, she turned on her heel to her brother and gave a genuine and loving smile, "Shit happens, whether we like it or not, but at least I have Liv, and you. Like mom says, there's never bad circumstances, only bad assumptions! You have Aiden and Richie and I'm sure you'll make more friends easy." Finding her way to her brother, she grabbed his hand and squeezed it, "Don't let anyone ruin your senior year, okay? You got this. You're a fucking Kingsley. You'll make this school year your bitch."

"Language."

"Oh hush, now get us some granola and lets go take some pictures!" She shooed her brother away and went back to her room to do final touches to her face (and grab her things).

His sister was right. Marcos hadn't taken the news of going from Liberty to Rosefell well. They had limited options in terms of schools and their father said that this would be good for them... for some reason. Having already researched and learned that the soccer team was nearly non-existent because of funding, and lack of interest, Marcos was going into this with a chip on his shoulder. He didn't even know if this was an endeavor worth pursuing, but it did kind of suck he couldn't play soccer his last year. Even so, Trixie was right. He needed to lighten up and enjoy himself. So what if this school will force them to acknowledge their privileged lives? So what if this is a change and he hated change? So what?

This would be good for him, it had to be.

Hooking his thumbs in his pant's pockets, he strode to the main estate's kitchen to get a quick breakfast for him and his sister (throwing it in a lunch bag and then putting it in his backpack), before exiting the door to make his way to his best friend. When Richie and him met eyes, Marcos gave an easygoing wave by the door, stepped down the stairs, and walked down the path. Shortly after, Trixie hurriedly came running out, locked the door, and scurried to catch up with her brother. Heels and all.

"Hey Richie!"

Rosefell High.

Grasping her hand tightly, Spike Langley eagerly followed the enticing Aramintah, who he has tried and tasted on numerous occasions. Gradually, he opened his eyes to take a peak, only for her to shout, "No peaking!" Grumbling to himself, he squeezed his eyes closed, waiting not-so-patiently.

What was taking so long? One moment they were going to get burgers, the next she decided to change plans and surprise him. This better be good or he was going to have some choice words with her. "Okay fucking shit, Minty. Are we there yet?"

"Calm your tits, yes. We're almost there."

What felt like a millennium, where he was drifting in and out of sleep, he realized her hand was no longer in his. Hesitantly, he called out, "...Minty?"

"Open your eyes."

Flying his eyes open, the sudden brightness blinding him, night turned into day (weird), and there she was, standing in a bouncy house at the center of the Rosefell football stadium. She was wearing her emerald lingerie that he liked so much and it was crystal clear what she wanted. The bass boomed in his chest at the sight of her biting her bottom lip, while she gingerly slipped one strap off.

"Well?" She beckoned him to come closer, running her dainty hand down her soft, petite body. At this point, the setting didn't matter to him. He ripped his shirt off and started running to her. As he struggled to take his pants off, someone dashed past him. Looking up from his zipper, his mouth dropped.

"Lucas?" The fuck was he doing here? Speeding up his run, forgetting about the pants, he charged to Minty. There was no way in hell he'd get there before him. After only a second or two, there again was another boy, "Back the fuck off Mason, she's mine!" And then at the same time, to his right, came flying in were his best friends Dee and Hunter, with their smug ass grins, both naked mind you (gross). "You gotta' be shitting me." Feet kissing the land, he shoved Hunter out of his way, with full force, straight into Dee and bolted down the path to the bouncy house like an Olympic champion.

Slipping in the bouncy house, he turned to zip it closed, seeing the zombie apocalypse of Minty's lovers chasing toward them, at full speed. Turning around, he growled—

"What the fuck, Minty!" With a sudden spasm, sweaty Spike found himself sitting up in his bed. He glaringly looked around him, only to realize it was just a dream. "Thank fucking Christ." Frustrated, he searched for his phone. After picking it up from under his pillow, he wiped his eyes with his left hand and checked his notifications with the other. Speaking of the devil... looks like she called.

After a moment of sluggish sleepiness, he saw the time, "SHIT!" Hopping out of bed, he sped around the trailer, "PAW-PAW WHY DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME UP?!" Ripping off his boxers, he jumped in the shower for a five minute quick dip.

His grandfather poked his head in the small bathroom and laughed, "You looked like you were having a good time."

"Shut up, old man!" Spike aggressively scrubbed soap around his body.

"Hey, no shame, my dude. It's all natural." Before Charlie Langley closed the door, he instructed, "Packed you your weird eggo sandwich for breakfast. Don't forget it," and teased, "If you need me, I'll be on the lawn reading one of those magazines you hide under your bed." Letting a quick chuckle escape his lips, he casually asked his grandson, "Hey, Spike, you know they got porn on the internet, right?"

"Oh...my...god."

"Just busting your balls, sport. I'll see ya later. Remember to pick up eggs on your way home." With that, Charlie had left Spike alone in the bathroom to go about his business. Instead of a magazine, Grandpa Langley grabbed his guitar and went outside to sit at the picnic bench by the bird feeder hanging from his big tree. Staring into the empty fire pit not too far away, he started strumming The Ballad of Curtis Loew by Lynyrd Skynyrd. Embracing the fresh air and the new day, enjoying the solitude of his retired life, Charlie let the sweet refrain of the acoustic guitar speak to his soul. He had no time to be sad. He had a boy to raise. For his son and daughter-in-law, he would raise Spike in the only way he knew how, relaxed and with tender love, understanding, and humor.

Out of the steamy shower, Spike grabbed clothes from different areas of his messy bedroom and threw it on, "Melissa is going to kill me if I'm not there to greet those trust-fund, Pac Sun-looking, Rolex watch-wearing, my-daddy-owns-a-yacht mother fuckers." Once he was fully clothed, he grabbed his backpack, making sure his drafting Strathmore Bristol 300 sketchpad was in it. He usually transfers all his pages on 11x17 paper at night. This sketchpad was portable size, which was great for him jotting ideas down at school.

Afterwards Spike grabbed the brown bag and keys left on the kitchen counter by his Paw-Paw and rushed out, "See ya, old man! Don't party too hard without me." His grandfather softly smiled, nodded, and continued to vibe with his guitar.

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Entering the school parking lot, with brown sugar milk tea for Minty and a bag of dollar store candy that the principal said he'd reimburse, Spike parked his grandfather's Dodge Charger close to the gym, so he could throw on the cheap mascot suit in the locker room. Searching for Minty, he was quick to notice instead a hot redhead staring up at the sky. He didn't recognize her, so she must be a Liberty girl. Rolling down his window, he honked his horn, "Nice tits, Red! Welcome to Rosefell!"

Melissa wasn't here yet. Surely he had time to kill before he had to put on the knight suit. Opening up the bag of lollipops, he grabbed a red heart one for the new girl and extended his arm out the car window, "Can I offer you a nice lollipop in this trying time?"

Rosefell High.

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Rosefell High.

@HaleyTheRandom

Marcos Andres Kingsley ➸ Liberty High

Name

Marcos Andres Kingsley

Nickames

For sports, he's addressed by his surname. Other than that, no nickname (yet).

Age

18

_{↳ 03/25}

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Jock ● Prep

Appearance Details

• Hair: Brown | Curly | Adds some pomade and uses a blow dryer for volume.
• Eyes: Blue-green
• Height: 6'0"
• Body Type: Athletic build
• Clothing Style: Sportswear & Smart-Casual | For sportswear, think clean, sharp, and technical. High fashion sweatshirts, hoodies, sweatpants, canvas trainers, baseball caps, blazers. Now for Smart-casual, think a modern man with class, elegance, and maturity, but is comfortable and fluid to adapt to different locations. Denim jeans, chinos, shirts, blazers, high-end sneakers or Oxford leather shoes. In addition to those one must not forget to consider accessories and accents such as dark-brown glossed-leather belt, reverso classic large 27mm stainless steel And ostrich watch, printed silk pocket square, and a intrecciato leather billfold wallet.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Left earlobe piercing.

Personality Traits

Goal-orientated → Disciplined → Direct → Confidant → Motivated → Courageous → Passionate → Loyal → Competitive → Bold → Opinionated → Relentless → Headstrong → Aggressive → Impatient → Quick-tempered → Sensitive → Selfish → Impulsive → Jealous

Biography

The Man

Richard Kingsley had a problem with authority. A problem with dogma. A problem with his father. As a rebellious teen going into his young adult years, he hated how his life was planned out for him. He was told how to sit, how to act, how to talk in the public eye, because one day his father's diversified conglomerate holding company in New York City, Kingsley Enterprises (a company that has investments in various industries such as: auto parts, energy, metals, rail cars, casinos, food packaging, real estate, and home fashion), would go to him. Or should go to him. Richard made sure to convince his father to give his brother his inheritance, that he had other things in mind for himself. To pave his own path and live his own life — the way he wanted to.

During a rare, quiet night in college, when he wasn't at a rager or caught up fucking some easy piece of meat, he came back to his apartment to see his roommate watching the Winter Olympics. There he saw the person he knew would be his wife. Isabel Espinoza. A captivating Latina woman who danced on the ice with her soul. Something about the movements, the artistry, and the discipline drew him in. He couldn't look away. Call it love at first sight, or an audacious boy eager to get into the chase of his life, Richard wanted Isabel and he would go out of his way to make that happen.

You see, the one thing about a Kingsley is once they want something, they fight for it. A Kingsley gets what they want, one way or another. They never lose. So, a twenty year old boy, pursuing politics to make a statement to his father, more out of spite than anything, strategically planned his pursuit and made his move. Fast forward two years later, it's clear Richard got what he wanted, with intense ambition and leaving her no room to think about anyone else, because Isabel got knocked up and had to close one chapter, for another.

Willingly, Isabel left her twin sister, and her twin sister's family, in Los Angeles, where they thrived, and settled in Ohio, at Richard's request. He still had to finish school, and he promised her that this would be a place they both can prosper, away from their parents' bullshit. A place where Richard had a soft spot for because of rock n' roll and football, but also because he did his research prior, and knew it would provide Isabel a platform to really progress her skills and unique set of skating experience, both figure and hockey.

Richard would invest all his money into her because he believed she was inspiring and those who gained her as a mentor would only be blessed by her presence. As a lawyer, he could work just about anywhere, so the place wasn't too big of a deal. Then again, his father had this irrational hatred toward the state of Ohio because a woman had bruised his poor, fragile ego there, In conclusion, Richard knew they absolutely had to settle there.

Fast forward to present day, Richard and Isabel are filthy rich and influential powerhouses. He for the government, showing where he stands at times of challenge and controversy, and she as a 'guardian' agent of the ice, pushing those who want to become elite in their craft, above and beyond. They have five beautiful children, all stubborn due to who their parents are, but all with a purpose of their own. Richard tries his best to not be like his father, but part of him can't help feel the urge to make one of his children follow his footsteps, not only for ease, but for his legacy.

Now, as he grows older, Richard understands his father a little more each day. Unfortunately, he hasn't gotten lucky with his children (yet) in terms of 'what they want to do when they grow up'. Tristan, one of his middle sons, while still following politics, would never have the charisma to be a policy maker and a leader. He's smart, but his temperament would get the better of him. Tristan's twin? Noah? Yeah, no. Noah holds the same prodigal intelligence as his counterpart, however, his apathy has no bounds and a politician must be passionate and willing to compromise for a greater cause. His eldest, Leonel, could've, but Isabel made it clear that the moment Leonel showed strong interest in hockey, there was no room for distractions and to her, forcing their eldest son in a box of law and order was a distraction to optimizing his skating abilities and becoming one of the greats in the NHL.

Lastly, there's their two youngest children, Marcos and Beatrix. Beatrix is Richard's one and only princess, so although she is the most susceptible to his influence, he would give her absolutely anything she wanted. That leaves the youngest son, Marcos. Marcos seems to have the whole package and could do something more than sports. At last, it seems soccer and hockey is all his son cares about. Perhaps, Richard needs to accept that his children are very much like him and will go out of their way to do what they want regardless of what he, or his wife, thinks. That doesn't mean he won't test the waters. He has two more children left to help guide — let's see what he can do.

The Pressure

As you can see, Marcos has two, intimidating parents that mean well, especially his father, but can be intense when it comes to their children's successes. As the golden boy out of all his siblings, having not stepped out of the line of perfection aside from the couple times he made girls cry, Marcos is decisive, calculative, and has his life lined out for himself. His father's plan is a back up plan just in case. He leaves no room for royally fucking up. Although he has partied with his friends, he's never truly let loose. Losing complete inhibitions means possibly ruining everything he's ever built on his own and proving his father's point, that he will just settle like his brothers. Not letting his ambition take him to great heights.

At a young age, all of his siblings were taught how to skate, put in little leagues, and local scrimmages. They were also taught how to be role models in high-class society, giving people little to no room to find dirt on them. Sometimes, wearing a mask was necessary to protect what's important to you, and that takes years to truly understand. Don't trust everyone, because not everyone is there because they care.

While his mother invested in his athletic abilities, his father groomed him to be smart and devilishly charming. A witty devil, like a politician. If the Kingsley Five were each triple threats, with beauty, brains, and a likeable personality, they'd have an impressive starting hand to success. Of course, this was Richard and Isabel's way of looking out for their babies because in comparison to other kids, their hand was already FANTASTIC. They were born in fortune which meant most things they got in life would not take struggle, unless their parents chose to withhold money, which only happened if they did something so shockingly disappointing. Fortunately and unfortunately, Richard and Isabel are too prideful to think their parenting is slightly flawed, therefore not finding it necessary to take their kids' allowances unless absolutely necessary.

Marcos fights between falling into his stereotype of privilege and growing into his own independence, finding humility. Part of him wants to make his father proud, which his older brothers seemed to have failed at, or that's what they assume because poor communication with their father. The other part of him clings to soccer for dear life because it's something he found without his father and without his mother. Soccer's something he could make his own. It isn't guaranteed that he'd become a legendary player. If anything, his skills are slightly above average but not epic. He has a higher success rate pursuing what his father sees fit for him, yet this stubbornness makes him want to fight for this, no matter the obstacles.

With the pressure of his future on his shoulders, Marcos tends to feel above the whole high school scene and would like to pursue his career sooner, rather than later, to prove something to himself. His mother won't allow him to rush through high school. It's his senior year and he needs to enjoy being a kid while he is still young. To Marcos' distaste, an unpredicted factor has come into play: Liberty closing down. He immediately thought this wouldn't be the end-all-be-all because his father would surely move him to an equally great school or better.

To the whole family's surprise, Richard did not uproot Marcos' and Trixie's lives so that they could go to a school of higher caliber. No, Richard sat down with his children and told them: this will build character and teach them a few things. In shock, Marcos looked at his mom to see if she was in full agreement and there she was, at his father's side, nodding. If there was one thing Marcos hated, it was things not going according to plan and this would be the first step of him learning that 'shit happens' in life that can't be fought and there's more to his father than he realizes.

Well, if he has his friends, he should be fine. Right?

Family

• Father — Richard James Kingsley — FC: Sam Claflin — Age: 43 — American lawyer and politician serving as the junior U.S. Senator from Ohio (prior to that he was an Attorney General). He holds degrees in history and law from Stanford University and Yale Law School, respectively. Before becoming Attorney General of Ohio, he was an associate professor at The Ohio State University Michael E. Moritz College of Law.
• Mother — Isabel Ana Sofía Kingsley — FC: Eva Klongoria — Age: 48 — Retired professional figure skater, imparts her years of wisdom as a national level figure skating coach, a hockey skating consultant, and skating/conditioning specialist coach. She is the founder of Kingsley Skating System, running several skating camps and clinics. Aside from spending time working with many youth hockey programs throughout Columbus, she's also working with various high school hockey teams and with individual players interested in developing their skating skills.
• Eldest son — Leonel Ricardo Kingsley — FC: Lorenzo Zurzolo — Age: 21 — Professional ice hockey centre and captain of the New York Rangers of the NHL.
• Second eldest son (by four seconds) — Tristan Dominic Kingsley — FC: Benjamin Wadsworth — Age: 19 — Attends UPenn for Political Science. He's considering becoming a Policy Analyst or an Intelligence Analyst. The deciding factor would be if he pursues his masters or not.
• Middle son — Noah Emmanuel Kingsley (Tristan's fraternal brother) — FC: Maxence Danet-Fauvel — Age: 19 — The only future he cares about is a future where he can play video games, smoke weed, and eat what he wants.
• Youngest son — Marcos Andres Kingsley (PC) — Age: 18 — Aims to pursue soccer professionally, though his father would like him to pursue a career in politics.
• Youngest & only daughter — Beatrix Julieta Kingsley — FC: Becky G — Age: 16 — Aims to pursue journalism or broadcasting and television.

Misc.

FC: Daniel Illescas | b02727

• Serena is the name of his husky.
• Owns a black Triumph Street Triple R motorcycle.
• As a hobby, he enjoys learning how to craft cocktails and other drinks, like doing coffee art (which also means he likes to visit cafes and restaurants with stylish drinks). His family usually has him help make a table spread for the drinks during holidays.
• Hates being the fourth son. Even if it seems like he's the favorite son, because he hasn't acted completely out of hand to where his parents had to clean up his messes, he still doesn't like that his siblings' failures are his burden.
• Over protective of his sister.
• Similar to his mother, if he is over a conversation, he will walk away from it. He doesn't care if he's being rude, he has limited patience for people wasting his time.
• Loves traveling, enjoying scenic views, and thrill-seeking.
• His Instagram name isn't clever, it's just his name: marcoskingsley. There you can find pictures of his dog, his friends (all gorgeous, mind you), and his adventures/exploits/travels.
• Loves his family's winter vacation home, which annually he invites his friends to during winter break.
• Unintentionally, a heartbreaker.
• Read rules, check Spike's sheet.

Rosefell High.

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Rosefell High.

@HaleyTheRandom

Spike Todd Langley ⚔ Rosefell High {TW: Mention of suicide, depression, car accident}

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Name

Spike Todd Langley

Nickname(s)

Spike or Todd (mostly Spike).

_{↳ His name is a nickname. There really isn't anyway to make it more nickname-y unless you're trying to be cheesy and dumb (which he is cheesy and dumb): 'Call me Spikey! Spikeroni! The Spike-Meister!' He's indifferent with what you call him.}

Age

17

_{↳ 11/28}

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Bisexual

_{↳ Gynesexual ● Attracted to femininity}

Relationship Status

Single and always ready to mingle.

Label

The Spike-Meister is his own label (Artist, Geek, & Fool)

_{↳ Hybrid comic style drawing, mostly western with some manga style influences. Think Jorge Jimenez DC comics exclusive artist.
↳ Has many hobbies that would put him in the 'geek' category easily.
↳ When people talk about cliques they usually mention things like this: oh there's the rebels, and the goths, and the bitches, then there's Spike.}

Appearance Details

• Hair: Blonde | If left long, his hair is straight unless stylized | Undercut with small tousled top
• Eyes: Blue
• Height: 5'10"
• Body Type: Average
• Clothing Style: Outside of school, there's nothing remarkable about his style. He wears tees, hoodies, jeans, flannel shirts, and sneaks. Basically hand-me-downs from his cousins out of state or thrift store clothing his grandfather got for a steal a few years back. Thankfully, he hasn't outgrown his clothes too much. Sure, he'd love more Superhero Merch but he'd rather save his money so he'd be able to afford going out to eat with friends throughout the week, surprising them with a present that's something they've wanted for weeks, or buying groceries for him and his gramps.
  At school, Spike's created his own form of a uniform, even if it isn't necessary. It just makes his mornings easy having a couple of button up shirts to wear throughout the week. Plus, his papa likes to tell him to dress for success. While he doesn't have a suit, or some high fashion brand trousers, he does have a tie! A green tie. So, like a cartoon, he comes in with dark denim jeans (he has a couple to coordinate throughout the week, but they're all dark shades), low-top black canvas shoes that look like Converse (but aren't), his father's dress shirts, the tie his grandfather made him wear for a middle school dance, and his own touch, a flannel. Flannels are more 'professional' than hoodies, right?
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Long shiny scars on his right leg and ankle. Being dumb and young, he had made (unsafe) traps to protect the boys' clubhouse from unwanted trespassers. This led to him forgetting where he put all the traps and falling straight into a cluster of barbed wire. Fucked up his leg and tore up his ankle. Don't do this shit at home, kids.

Personality Traits

Goofy → Geeky → Energetic → Optimistic → Humorous → Amiable → Loyal → Observant → Progressive → Independent → Imaginative → Sarcastic → Stubborn → Petty → Loud-mouthed → Tactless → Vulgar → Lustful → Restless → Emotionally unbalanced (hasn't confronted personal demons)

Biography

Hider

Spike lived a peaceful childhood as the only son of Calvin and Holly Langley, who weren't the most fortunate people in the world, but made due. They doted on their one child, providing for him as a receptionist (father) and a teacher (mother). The biggest support in their life was Paw-Paw Langley, who would become the most important person to Spike to this day for everything he's done for him and his father. Sadly, Spike can't remember much of his mother besides the pictures he sees, the stories that have been told to him, and the lingering feelings buried inside of him. If asked, he could dig down deep and say she loved hugs, Christmas, and his drawings, which she praised him for constantly. Since she had passed away when he was three, she's become a distant, distant dream and it's hard for Spike to say he knew his mother, because he was too young to know her.

Her death was a turning point to Spike's relationship with his father because Spike began to blame her for his father's neglect. She had gone to an education conference, her first and only one, and caught a severe case of the flu, soon after succumbing to her sickness. After her funeral, where none of her family attended, a darkness fell over Calvin that Spike was too young to understand. Holly's family never agreed to her marriage with Calvin, a poor, cursed Langley that would never have anything to his name besides, maybe, his father's rundown mechanic shop. It was signing up for failure, but Holly believed in Calvin, who wanted to one day become a writer, having written thousands of manuscripts at work, but never actually publishing them. She loved Calvin and didn't care if she was giving up everything for him, and for that, Calvin blamed himself for her death.

While Calvin fell into a deep, near-suicidal depression, failing to hold a job, keep it together, and be there to care for his son, Spike was learning to fend for himself and figure out ways to get his father to see him again, to love him like his father loved his mother. Calvin was gone, a ghost, and Spike did his best to remember his mother and adopt some of her mannerisms. He wanted to be a beacon of light, just like her. His solution was smiling widely, being lighthearted, and drawing for his father like he did for his mother. She was such an optimistic and hopeful person, she was exuberant and energetic, full of life, and to Spike, that was the solution to get his father back.

At the same time, Paw-Paw Langley intervened and that snapped Calvin back to reality, causing him to want to make things right, raise Spike well, with love, and never make him feel alone again. After packing things up in their small house, they moved in with Paw-Paw, in his trailer, who provided for his son and grandson until Calvin was able to secure a night job as a janitor. Calvin spent as much time during the day with Spike as he could and the two of them became inseparable. The manuscripts that his father once cared so much about continued to collect dust because his main priority was Spike, and repaying his father for his kindness. Calvin was able to give Spike wisdom beyond his years in everything but the romance department. When it came to sex and love, that was all self taught, which makes sense because Calvin wasn't thinking about his son getting in romantic relationships, he was thinking about never abandoning him like he did after Holly died.

Just when life was going right, and the Langley family felt at peace, nearing Spike's eighth grade graduation, Calvin got into an accident. A hit-and-run. He had bought his son a couple of comics from Page Turners, as a graduation gift, and as he was crossing the street to get to his car, a clear red light for drivers, he was hit. Hard. Spike never did go to his graduation. Rather than shutdown, he drew. A lot.

Fortunately, he was able to become a class clown at Rosefell, which kept people from digging too deep into his life. His family was never important to anyone, aside for those that loved his grandfather's mechanic work. His old man is now retired, having given the business to his friend's son, knowing well enough Spike would never be a mechanic. Now, as a senior, Spike has made a promise to his old man to enjoy his last year at school, but also go to a weekly therapy session that they can barely afford. Spike doesn't think therapy does much for him, but his grandfather is taking a precaution to avoid repeating the past (having failed to put Calvin in therapy). Spike doesn't really see much for himself after he graduates. At most, he'll get a stable job, like a janitor or something, and take care of his grandfather until his old man's dying day. Other than that? Like his father, Spike doesn't believe in himself enough to make his art a profession. He's a Langley and karma seems to never be on their side. He'll be a fool for his friends, to make them laugh, be part of their happiness, but for him? Who knows.

He'll take it day by day.

Family

• Father — Calvin Langley (Deceased) — FC: Ronan Keating — Was an aspiring writer; other jobs: mainly a receptionist and a janitor in different stages of his life.
• Grandfather on father's side — Charlie Langley (Alive) — FC: Jeff Bridges — retired mechanic, spends days playing the guitar, fixing the trailer up, gardening, and chillen'.
• Hey that's Spike!
• Mother — Holly Langley (Deceased) — FC: Julia Garner — Was an art teacher at a university.

Misc.

FC: Bobby Lockwood | 228b22

• Borrows his grandfather's 1969 Dodge Charger to get to and from school. Only really drives it for the girls. He'd rather rollerblade to school. He does bring his skates to school, because why not?
• Since freshmen year, he's been observing his classmates and letting their personalities, and the happenings of Rosefell, influence his comic series, {PENDING NAME WILL EDIT IN WHEN I THINK OF SOMETHING}.
• Doesn't really use social media and is a bad texter.
• Frequents the comic book store and the arcade.
• Aside from drawing, he does like playing video games, watching anime, and reading.
• Loves to eat. Easy way to bribe him is by food.
• Loves to discover new burger joints. Burgers are life.
• Kind of perverted.
• Has become the school mascot because of his perversion.
• Loves Christmas. Not for the gifts but more because of the quality time spent with others.
• Volunteers in the theater club, for a friend. He doesn't act.
• Has never invited people over, nor told them he is in therapy.
• {WILL ADD MORE LATER FOR SURE}
• Rules: Halloween is spoopy season. What isn't there to love?

Rosefell High.

@HaleyTheRandom Second character: Spike Todd Langley || Male || Rosefell High Student || 228b22 || Bobby Lockwood

Rosefell High.

@HaleyTheRandom i'm here for the balance ;)