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Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

_{Time ✿ Nighttime
Location ✿ Apartment In Riverside
Mentions ✿
Interactions ✿ @Pilatus}

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Manami jumped as her phone rang, the little twinkling sound of her receiving a text message echoing through the apartment. For a moment she just stood there, her heart beating quickly as she took a few deep breaths and glanced towards the door. It was definitely locked so there was no way anyone could get in. Feeling on edge the girl made her way to her bedroom and picked the cellular device off her bed and look at who had texted her. Relief flooded over her as she saw it was the Marshal responding to her initial text. She knew that it was better to get the police involved, that the smart thing to do was to call 911 but she was afraid to. All the time she watched and read stories on things that happen to big stars, how entire situations get way out of hand and how certain things can even negatively impact someones career. If she was to quit this whole modelling things one day she didn't want her face all over the news, she was a small-time magazine and Instagram model and she wanted to keep it that way.

> I'm actually in my apartment in Riverside. I was going to go stay somewhere else until I could get this resolved but...I think someone is standing outside my apartment door. I can't see who they are because they aren't in front of the door, but I can see a shadow of someone standing off to the side. I'm not sure what to do...<

She didn't think she could text so fast but she did and as soon as she hit send she stashed the phone in her back pocket and slowly made her way back to her front door. Manami stood there for a moment, trying to calm her frazzled nerves. She was hoping that when she looked through the peephole that whoever had been there would be gone, that she would be able to go to her parents house even if it was annoying and that she could get this whole thing under control. Taking a deep breath she leaned up and took a look. A scream erupted out of her throat as she was met with a very sweaty and dirty face, whoever it was stood there smiling and when she screamed that smile only seemed to get bigger. She also noticed something in his hands that made her want to faint, he had a key that looked similar to the ones that were used for the doors of her apartment.

Panicking Manami pulled her cellphone out again and dialed down to the front desk, if that was indeed the key she thought it was than that meant he could get in. No one answered however and in a fit she kicked the wall. "Why of all times does no one want to answer me?!" She said in frustration. She kept trying to dial but to no avail. As she was frantically trying to figure out what to do she heard muffled talking coming from the other side of the door.

"Manami....Oh Manami ~ Have you seen the presents I left you? Did you like them? I bet you did...how could you not! I bet they made you fall in love with me....you know I'm your biggest fan right? I know everything about you, I bet no one knows as much as I do. You should let me in, I have another present for you..."

Manami hands shook as she dead bolted the door and put the chain-lock on, breathing heavily. "Go Away! I-I've called the police, they'll be here any minute!" She yelled loud enough for him to hear, she tried her best to sound confident and not afraid. The dude laughed like it was the best joke he'd ever heard, he slammed a fist on the door causing it to shudder, his voice sounded deep and menacing as he spoke, none of the laughter seconds earlier seeming to be there. "Why would you lie to me Manami? Your not supposed to lie to the person you love!" He banged another fist on the door and then tried to fiddle with the key in the door. Manami closed her eyes as she pressed her body up against the door, while he could unlock the bottom lock there was no way for him to undo the deadbolt or chain. She just hoped the Marshal wasn't too far away and could come get this guy. One thing was for sure, she was definitely moving.

The Curse of Sonina

_{Location; Cafeteria
Time; Morning
Mentions; N/A
Interactions; @Inertia and @Always}

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Felix silently sat at his empty table, nervously picking at his sweater as he listened to his surroundings. Girls gossiping at a table nearby, students laughing at some corny joke, jocks being textbook assholes. It was all made for a lively environment, one that would normally seen on a college campus but the dark-haired boy just couldn't shake the feeling that among all those laughs and jokes there was something more dark and sinister. He let out a heavy sigh and laid his forehead on the cool table, "Maybe I should go see the student counselor." He thought grimly.

What he thought was just going to be a quiet, boring lunch turned into something different when a boy he didn't recognize plopped down at the table. Felix's grey eyes scanned the student, taking note of the dull stain on his jacket. He briefly wondered what it was before looking to the boy's face. "I mean your already sitting down, kind of takes the away the point of the question." He said with a small tilt of his head, sitting up straighter and laying his chin in the palm of his hand. He expected the guy to get offended but it didn't seem like he was, instead he asked Felix is he was alright. Most students got put-off by his "edgy" aura. He was just a brutally honest person who didn't like to hold back his thoughts or opinions.

"I like to look a little crazy to keep people away. Though it doesn't seem like it worked." Felix grabbed his fork and began to pick at the Alfredo that was on his plate, he wasn't quite sure why he had grabbed it in the first place since he didn't feel all that hungry. Dropping the plastic utensil onto the paper tray, he pushed to food back and leaned back into the hard cafeteria chair. Felix opened his mouth to speak but was once again interrupted when some large dude in black made himself comfy at the table. Did he really seem like he was that approachable today or something? The boy didn't know how he would feel about this new addition, at least the first guy had the decency to ask...even though he'd sat down without an answer. This dude just say and started to introduce himself without any invitation.

He let out another sigh, his so did not have the energy for all this at the moment. He didn't say anything in regards to him telling them his name but he did raise an eyebrow when he assumed that him and whoever this other was were a couple. Felix narrowed his eyes when Luke touched his shoulder, he really didn't like to be touched by people he didn't know. "I don't know what gave you the idea this was a breakup, but your not even close bud. I've just met him and he's only been a minute longer than you." Felix said, crossing his arms over his chest, giving an obvious glance at both of them. "Besides, neither of you are my type." He couldn't help but grin to himself at that.

|- The Food Kingdoms: Episode One: The Masquerade -|

_{TIME: Evening
INTERACTION: @Sonnenschein}

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<sub>Cyrus stood in her room, a look of annoyance and anger plastered on her face as she stared at herself in a full length mirror. The outfit that she had spent so long deciding on was now dripping with water, the wet little drops soaking into the rug that she stood on. The green-haired girl had to take a deep breath and slowly let it out as she calmed herself down. Her and Alois had been ready to go and waiting for their younger sister when the duo were hit with water balloons, massive ones. Everyone acted like they had come out of no where, poor maids had begun running around fussing over the dripping princes and while no one else knew she and Alois were certain about who the culprit had been. Cyrus huffed as she pulled the black top over her head, letting the wet garment fall to the floor. She would have to talk with Hanne later, she didn't care that the younger Princess was a bit...wild, but that didn't mean she had to play idiotic pranks right before they needed to leave. Now she had to find something else to wear quickly so that they wouldn't be late. The last thing she needed was their father getting on her ass about why they didn't arrive to the celebration on time.

After she had re-wrapped her chest, Cyrus managed to find a decent outfit to wear. A slim black top that was reminiscent of a split qipao, it was adorned with gold trim and went well with her vivid green hair. To offset the dark top Cyrus decided on a pair of white pants and a simple pair of shoes. She did her best to dry her hair, she was lucky that she didn't need to do anything with it. A plus side of the whole "being a boy" thing was that she didn't need to spend ungodly amounts of time trying to do her hair. Once she was at least partially satisfied Cyrus made her way back downstairs, Hanne was lucky that she was going to ride in a different carriage or else she'd be hearing Cyrus' lecture all the way to Hua'mu. She hated the idea of having to scold her sister and honestly she wasn't too sure of the younger girl would even listen. She really didn't want to have to scold her at all and wished she could just let her sister do what she wanted...but as a Princess there were standards and Hanne just couldn't do as she pleased.

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Inside the carriage Cyrus stared out the window, her chin resting in the palm of her hand. This wouldn't be her first time in Hua'mu and it most definitely wouldn't be her last, though she couldn't remember the last time she had been to an event that was hosted by them. In all honestly she always thought that Princess Minagi hated social events, when they had received the invitation from their allies it had been a surprise. The girl let out a sigh, something she seemed to be doing a lot of today, and settled into the plush seat. Cyrus took a moment to look at her older brother Alois for a moment, a cheeky smile spread across her lips. "I must say, you certainly look more like a prince than I do. I wouldn't be surprised at all if I get mistaken for a girl again...even if I am one." The girl teased. It was difficult to play the role of her fathers perfect "son", his successor. The only people in the world who knew of her real gender were her siblings and parents, not even the maids were allowed to know about it. It had been a struggle as a child, she would see adorable little girls running around in frilly and cute dresses and knew that she would ever be allowed to wear anything similar.

Cyrus' teasing ended quickly as the carriage came to a halt and upon looking out the window she could see that they had arrived at their destination. "Who knows, maybe tonight won't be a complete mess and everyone will get along for once." Wishful thinking on her part, while there was peace among the Kingdoms tensions had slowly been rising among some of the Kingdoms. While a party like this is meant to allow everyone to interact it also allowed some to possibly antagonize others, she wouldn't be surprised if something happened.

Upon stepping out of the carriage the first think Cyrus noticed was the eerie fog that lingered, it made the hairs on her arm stand up. Golden eyes scanned around until they landed on a familiar face, a polite smile gracing her features as she approached the Eldest Princess of Hua'mu. She gave a slight bow in greet before speaking, "Happy birthday, Princess Minagi. We from Estrye greatly appreciate the opportunity to have an enjoyable evening. It will be nice to get away from the political side of things and to have a good time, no?" She asked in good fun. Cyrus watched as Hanne gave her greeted and went on her way, Willa following after her. Hopefully she would be able to stay out of trouble for the night. Cyrus' eyes then moved to the smaller princess who was silently waiting by her sisters side, she also gave a bow to her. "And Princess Asami, it is good to see you again as well." The little red-haired princess gave a polite nod with a gentle smile but did not speak a word. She never did and while Cyrus was always curious it wasn't her place nor right to ask why.</sub>

Meadow University

Sloane Harper

"Girls don't like me cause their boyfriends do ~"

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Sloane Louise Harper

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Louie

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Twenty-One

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Female

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Third Year

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2nd Generation Legacy

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Biology with a focus in plant biology and plant science

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Bi-Sexual

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TBD

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The Campus Bitch

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• Hair: Brunette with pink and blonde highlights | Sleek and wavy | Sloane typically will wear her hair down, however if she's on her motorcycle or working in the gardens then she will put her hair up.
• Eyes: Brown
• Height: Five feet, 3 inches
• Body Type: Slim, Curvy, short
• Clothing Style and makeup: Sloane's wardrobe is quite extensive and creative. You'll rarely see her in just a t-shirt and jeans and will often wear elaborate outfits that are decorated with a variety of accessories. Chains, fishnets, leather and ripped clothing are very common things for her to wear along with her favorite pair of black combat boots. There are times though even for this snarky girl when she wants to be lazy, on these days she keeps her normal color of choice and wears over-sized sweaters and jeans. Her makeup can change from day to day, it all depends on the outfit she's wearing. If it has hints of red than she normally goes with natural colors. If it's something like green or pink than she likes to go a little more bold, either way she's very recognizable. ✤ ✤ ✤
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Sloane has no tattoos thought she does have several piercings. She has a belly button piercing and her ears are done twice.

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✤ Clever ✤ Independent ✤ Intelligent ✤ Loyal ✤ Perceptive ✤
✤ Abrasive ✤ Crude ✤ Stubborn ✤ Irritable ✤

Many people think that Sloane is a depressed, mopey sad girl based on how she looks, however she's not like that at all. In fact Sloane can be quite abrasive, she says whatever is on her mind with very little concern about what others may think, she will often just say things to look at people reactions. She always has some sort of snarky remark on the tip of her tongue and is always ready for comeback anytime someone tries to insult her. Sloane is not a trusting person, her life in the system has made it hard for her to open up to others. If she lets you in than it means your important to her, which is a very rare thing for her to do. She can be a bit dark and her humor can sometimes be black, she often pokes fun at death and despair - this is just a way for her to make her feel better about her time in the foster system. She knows that people talk about her and really doesn't care, she just lives her life like she wants and does what she wants - not caring what people think.

While Sloane definitely radiates the word 'bitch' she can actually be a really good person, if she see's someone who is truly upset than she somehow knows the best thing to say. Her own experiences in the system have given her a sense of wisdom that allows her to be empathetic towards those who are honestly struggling. Once you are able to get past her brick walls and sketchy attitude, Sloane is a very loyal friend who would beat down anyone who tries to harm those she cares about. It wouldn't matter if someone was three times as large, she'd try just as hard to knock them on their asses. She hates how some kids take what they have for granted, seeing the rich snobs just waste their free-rides on parties and drugs makes no sense to her, but that doesn't mean she doesn't love a good shin-dig after she's done her homework. One thing people don't know is that Sloane loves to laugh, if your able to get a chuckle out of her than you've won the game. Sloane goes through boys like they are candy, they are always fascinated by her "Goth" like aura and always think its a win when they can get in bed with the hot goth chick. Heck she's even got some girls under her belt as well.

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Originally Sloane comes from a broken home, her birth mother did every drug under the sun and her father was a criminal who was always in and out of jail. From a very young age Sloane knew that what she had really wasn't a family, she could see the way other parents interacted with their children and she understood that was what a family was supposed to be like. The day she got taken away was the day that her mother forgot she'd stashed crack in Sloane backpack, teachers found it and immediately called CPS. Sloane's mother was too doped up to even clean the house or to pick up the scattered drugs. That was the last day she saw her biological parents and placed into the foster care system.

Sloane was in and out of homes from the age of 7 to 16, people claimed that they couldn't handle a child who wouldn't mind. Not having a stable home made it hard for Sloane to trust people, every time she finally thought that she could settle down in a home the parents would give her back to foster care. When Sloane was 16 though she was taken into the home of Sabrina and William Harper. They were a very rich couple who liked to adopt unfortunate children, they had two others and Sloane would end up becoming their third. At first she had a hard time adjusting, she assumed that the pair only wanted her for the money and just ignore her and not even attempt to build a connection, but she was wrong. Sabrina and William were some of the kindest people she'd met and they didn't mind that she was a bit wild. They encouraged to find interests and hobbies, asked her want she wanted in life and sincerely wanted her to be happy. It was William who had gotten her interested in plants in fact, Sloane was so fascinated by the different effects certain plants had depending on how it was harvest or what it was combined with.

During her senior year of highschool she had to begin thinking about what college she wanted to go to and honestly Sloane had no idea. She asked her adopted parents for help and they told her about Meadow University, how they both had attended and how their older daughter Jasenia had graduated from there as well. To Sloane it seemed like the only thing to do was to get into Meadow University and she was fully prepared to work hard for a scholarship, however William told her that the school accepted what they called 'Legacies'. Thus Sloane was able to attend the college with little effort, she was baffled by it honestly. Some people had to work so hard to get into such a place and here were students that were just getting in for being a child of an alumni. It blew her mind.

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William Aaron Harper: Adopted Father - Works for a pharmaceutical company
Sabrina May Harper: Adopted Mother - Model for Vogue
Kaitlyn Renee Masoner: Newly Adopted Younger Sister - Freshman in High school
Jasenia Ann Harper: Adopted Older Sister - Works at their fathers Pharmaceutical company
Carter Ray Harper: Adopter Younger Brother - Freshman in High school

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Vanessa Morgan | 00a651
✤ Sloane loves snakes, she has three.
✤ If you ever try to give her black coffee she might eat you.
✤ She has a sweet tooth
✤ Sloane tries to act all scary and edgy, but in reality she's just a wanna be who needs a friend to slap some sense into her.

The proposal <3

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

_{Time ✿ Nighttime
Location ✿ Apartment In Riverside
Mentions ✿
Interactions ✿ @PrinceAlexus and @Pilatus}

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Manami sat in her bed, knees pulled up against her chest. The sound she'd been hearing earlier had just been a bird sitting at her window sill, it was a relief to discover that but it also made her realize that she was becoming paranoid. She had heard stories of crazy and obsessed fans stalking people but never really thought that would happen to her, at least not yet. Her cellphone made a little tinkling sound as someone sent her a message, picking the device up she saw that it was Victoria. Manami smiled, it was a nice feeling to know that someone worried about her, she had told her mother about what was going on but the woman pretty much said she was crazy and overrating, that she should be flattered someone was so interested in her. It was honestly disgusting and Manami was beginning to realize how little her parents cared.

> I would rather not, but I can go stay with my parents for a bit. I really haven't thought about changing the locks but It's a good idea, thank you. I don't really want to involve cops, the last thing I need right now is a scandal and my name being plastered all over the news so 911 is out of the question...but I'll give your marshal friend a call. You don't need to send Isosef over, but again thank you for being worried. I'll let you know if anything super crazy happens. Thanks Victoria :D <

The dark-haired girl looked at the number her friend has sent her, she really didn't want to get this whole big thing started if it wasn't necessary. But then again what if it was just that serious? In reality she had no idea how dangerous this person could be, if he was able to get past the bellhop downstairs and get into her apartment then what else were they capable off? A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of it, it was probably a good idea to at least get some sort of police involved. She sighed and typed the number into her phone that was on the card in the picture Victoria had sent.

> Hello, My name is Manami Takahashi, I was given your card from a friend of mine who said you could help me. I'm pretty sure that I have a stalker but I don't want to get a bunch of police involved...um, if you could help me in anyway than it would be much appreciated. <

Manami tossed her phone onto the bed as she stood up, she really didn't want to go to her parents so perhaps she would just go stay at a hotel. Knowing them they would lecture her non-stop and do nothing but give her a migraine and more guilt for wanting to quit. If anything this only made her want to stop doing the whole modelling even more, crazy people were other there and having her face on magazines and billboards only allowed them to know who she was. Manami grabbed a bag and began to throw clothes into it, she'd find someplace to stay whether it was a hotel or her parents, one thing was for sure though she wasn't staying here tonight.

As she was packing her bag Manami heard a knock at her front door, which was odd because no one had called up saying she had a visitor. Slowly she moved to the door and looked through the little keyhole but saw no one. Her skin began to crawl as she noticed that she could see a shadow, someone was standing off to the side of the door so she couldn't see them. Manami backed up, she was smart enough to know that opening the door was stupid but now she couldn't leave. What if it was the stalker? Of course it had to be, what sane person just stands right out of view?

|- The Food Kingdoms: Episode One: The Masquerade -|

_{TIME: Evening
INTERACTION: @Sonnenschein/Open
A Nostalgic Dream}

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<sub>"Frodo sighed and was asleep almost before the words were spoken. Sam struggled with his own weariness, and he took Frodo’s hand; and there he sat silent till deep night fell. Then at last, to keep himself awake, he crawled from the hiding-place and looked out. The land seemed full of creaking and cracking and sly noises, but there was no sound of voice or of foot. Far above the Ephel Dúath in the West the night-sky was still dim and pale. There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty forever beyond its reach. His song in the Tower had been defiance rather than hope; for then he was thinking of himself. Now, for a moment, his own fate, and even his master’s, ceased to trouble him. He crawled back into the brambles and laid himself by Frodo’s side, and putting away all fear he cast himself into a deep untroubled sleep."

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Asami's green eyes were glued to the page, she had just flipped open a brand new book and wanted to do nothing more than to sit in her room and discover what adventures it held. Unfortunately it did not seem like she would get to do that. A maid gently knocked on her door, four small knocks and than two louder ones. Because she could not tell them to enter they had made up a special knock to inform her when they were entering. She thought it was incredibly stupid, why make a special knock when she couldn't even say anything for a plain single knock? But Asami knew why the maid was knocking and when she opened the door the dress that was draped over one arm only confirmed it. She frowned slightly, she honestly didn't want to sit for hours - hours that could be spent reading! Though she couldn't lie to herself either, this massive party her sister had decided to hold was exciting and she was thrilled to be able to meet so many new people.

"Come now, Princess. If we are to make you look like a Princess than we must hurry, it take time to look beautiful." The maid said, taking the book that was in Asami's hand and setting it on a nearby table. The red-head stuck her bottom out in a pout as she let the maid usher her towards the mirror. "Now stop that, dear. I know you've been looking forward to this, who wouldn't? It's been much too long since we've held such an affair. Just think of all the handsome men you'll meet." The maid chuckled, dabbing Asami's face with a wet piece of cotton. Asami had to admit that she was looking forward to it, she hoped that maybe she could meet someone special. She was 18 already and had not had a single suitor, her elder sister Asami had dozens by the time she was 18! Sometimes she wondered if it was because she couldn't speak that no one wanted her.

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A smile decorated Asami's face as she stared at herself in the mirror. It had taken awhile but she actually was happy with how she looked, for once she didn't look like a child! Her messy red hair was pulled up into an updo, an ornate pin given to her by her mother held it all in place. She wore a white, red and yellow furisode that was light and flowy. The mask in her hand was the same red color as her hair and was accented by yellow feathers, she thought it was a but gaudy but didn't care enough to do anything about it. A little laugh escaped her lips as she twirled around, while she may not speak words Asami often showed her emotion through the noises she made. Laughing, huffing, sighing or even groaning were the one most often heard. "Well I think my work here is done, Princess! I'm glad you liked what I picked out, those colors go wonderfully with that fiery red hair of yours." The older maid said with a proud look. She had been Asami's personal maid ever since her incident, she could probably tell what Asami was thinking with a single look. "Now come, this took much longer than I had anticipated and I'm certain that guests will begin to arrive soon. It would not look good if a Princess was missing, come now dear." Asami was rushed out of the room and into the hall.

Asami stood there in awe at all the people who were already arriving, while she could not see their faces the variety in clothing was different from Kingdom to Kingdom. The poor Princess was beginning to grow overwhelmed with that amount of people and found herself wanting to escape, it didn't really help that she couldn't even introduce herself properly or greet anyone. Already she could see judgmental eyes from people and she hated it. Her kidnapping was something that her family had wanted to keep to themselves and it was something she was thankful for, the last thing she needed was someone trying to ask her what had happened. Asami tried hard not to let it show but she still had trauma from the three days she was held captive - nightmares, lingering fear of the dark and her inability to speak. The doctors said that she hadn't been injured so it was all psychological, though nothing they've tried has worked so far.

The redhead sighed as she adjusted her mask, jumped when laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. Instinctively she knew it would be her sister and upon hearing her voice she smiley lightly. She nodded to her sister request to go greet the Guo siblings, her heart skipping a beat just hearing their name. While she had never interacted with them too much she had watched them from afar and they were all wonderful looking. She giggled as she followed Minagi, she was glad that the older girl seemed to be enjoying herself. She knew that her elder sister tried hard to keep her safe and she always worried about her, but she hoped that maybe this party would allow her to let loose a bit. Heck maybe it's a good thing for all these royals.</sub>

Meadow University

Elliot Thatcher

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Elliot Lee Thatcher

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Some people call him Ellie, some call him Lee. He has no prefrence

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Twenty

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Male

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Third Year

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Scholarship

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Creative Writing with an interest in Journalism

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Heterosexual

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TBD

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Nerd, Kind Soul

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• Hair: Dark brown/Black| Fluffy and neat | Elliot will normally style his hair, he hates when it looks messy
• Eyes: Hazel
• Height: Five feet, 9 Inches
• Body Type: Tall, Slim and toned
• Clothing Style and Makeup Elliot's wardrobe is pretty basic, he doesn't like to wear anything that's gaudy or flamboyant. He prefers solid colors, his favorite being soft greys or blacks. He has a million pairs of jeans, all varying from light blue to dark blue. He typically wears the same, busted up black vans. To top off his look Elliot wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, he rarely wears contacts. Makeup is completely out of the question for him.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Elliot has one tattoo, it is a lamb on his upper arm. His sister's have the same tattoo. Other than that he has no piercings. He does have several small scars from childhood shenanigans.

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If you were to describe Elliot in one word it'd have to be Sincere. He is a very honest person, sometimes a little too honest. Growing up with two older sisters made him a bit sassy, if he has an opinion about something, negative or positive, he might not always hold back. He has a great sense of humor, Elliot loves to laugh and will often tell the stupidest and corny jokes. He hates people are upset or down and will try his best to cheer them up. He is easily excited by the smallest of things.

Elliot has a bad habit of being insecure, it could be about his writing or himself but either way has just constantly second-guesses himself. He also has a bit of an issue controlling his anger, if someone pisses him off enough he just can't stop himself from snapping at them. He always feels terrible afterwards though, and will usually apologize.

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Elliot had a pretty normal childhood. As the youngest and only boy of the family he was pretty spoiled but that didn't mean he was sheltered either. His father was a journalist and often travelled to other countries in order to pursue the best stories. He would bring back the most fascinating artifacts and tell Elliot the craziest of stories. Instead of being told about Santa claus or the Easter bunny he was told about the world. How you can't buy Coca-cola in Cuba or North Korea, how the world's population could fit with Los Angeles or how South Sudan is the youngest country in the world.

The death of his father hit Elliot pretty hard, he was killed when the caravan he was with was hit by a bomb. His poor mother was the one who had to identify the body, she was barely home as it was due to being in the military and after that even less. His sister's did the best they could but his fathers death was a shadow that would never disappear. Elliot was pretty quiet during high school but once senior year came around he began to worry, he had no idea what he wanted to do with his life. He thought about it a great deal and in the end he came to the conclusion that he wanted to see the world like his father did. He wanted to follow in his footsteps and become a great journalist.

His mother hated the idea and constantly tried to talk him out of it but nothing would sway his decision. He worked hard on essays and would spend all his time on filling out scholarship applicants. When one came back from Meadow University he couldn't believe it, he knew it was an Ivy League school and really only applied as a maybe. His sister's were ecstatic, happy they're baby brother would be making something of himself. Elliot's mother wasn't as happy, she wanted her baby closer to home where he would be safe.

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Niklaus William Thatcher: Father (deceased) - Worked as a journalist for the New York Times
Lucinda Marie Thatcher: Mother - Works in the military as a nurse
Amelia Marie Thatcher: Older Sister - Currently works at a bookstore, just graduated college
Melanie William Thatcher: Older Sister - Defense attorney

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Blake Stevens | f6989d
- Dogs are Elliots favorite animal, he has a small husky named Mochi.
- Elliot's most prized possession is his father's camera.
- If you give him any kind of food he'll be your best friend for life.
- He hates the color neon green.
- He wants to find love one day.
- 13 going on 30 = Funny as heck

Meadow University

Alaric Sterling

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Alaric Micheal Sterling

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He only lets his friends call him Rick

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Twenty-One

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Male

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Third Year

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Legacy

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Psychology with a minor in Music Therapy

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Bi-Sexual

【 】

TBD

【 】

Rebel/Music Nerd

【 】

✦

• Hair: Dirty Blonde | Floppy | He usually just throws some gel through his hair and calls it a day
• Eyes: Silver/Grey
• Height: Five feet, six inches
• Body Type: Lanky, Muscled
• Clothing Style and Makeup: Alaric's style honestly can change from day to day, it all depends on what he's feeling for that specific day. Some days he feels like an edgeboi and will wear black on black on black with tons of leather and chains. Some days he wants to go a little softer and wears lighter colors, specifically coral or something similar. He does enjoy wearing sweaters a lot, he's constantly cold so sweaters and jackets are a big thing for him - hats too. While it may not always look like it but Alaric does wear a bit of makeup. On his edgy and grungy days he will don some eyeliner and even a bit of foundation. On his more "soft boy" days he doesn't wear anything really, those days he just wants to relax and not have to worry about anything.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Alaric has scars on his back and knees, both from childhood punishments he received from his father. He has several tattoos, he's begun to lose track of how many exactly, most of them are small and insignificant anyhow. There are three that really matter however: A pocketwatch covered in cherry blossoms on his back. A dream catcher with a wolf in the middle on his thigh and a small frog on the bottom of his foot. He has a lip piercing and his ears are pierced three times.

【 】

Alaric is a very creative person, he can always find new and interesting ways to annoy or piss people off, which is honestly one of his favorite things to do. His creativity helps when is comes to his music as well, he finds inspiration in the littlest of things. Because Alaric loves to stir the pot he's become very persistent, which isn't always a good things with him. He can bug and annoy you still the sun goes down, though on the flip-side this makes him a wonderful person to have as a group buddy because he's will be persistent with making sure the work gets done.

Impulsive is a good word to describe him in general, he has a hard time thinking things through before he does them which, like most things, usually get's him in trouble. While he might seem unruly (which he is) and scary, Alaric is probably one of the most loyal people you could ever meet. He values friendship a great deal and will do almost anything for those he considers his friends. A few other words to describe Alaric would be Impatient, Charming, Protective and Foolish.

【 】

Alaric comes from a very old family, The Blackwoods have a large wide of influence and because they have one of the largest medical facilities within Vermont the name is well known. He was the middle-born of triplets. From a young age he was expected to be great and perfect at anything that was thrown at him, however early on it was seen that he had a hard time dealing with being told what to do. His father was not okay with this, he wanted their image and family name to show within his children and forced Alaric to take long and intensive lessons regarding the "big world" they lived in as he put it. Because Alaric didn't like the lessons and he was simply a child he would often goof off and try to leave the teacher, his father got word every time and each time he would get punished. At first they were quite harsh: Sit in the corner of a room for an entire day without food, write out a single sentence of a paper for hours, things like that.

When his youngest brother Alexander was born Alaric straightened out a bit, he wanted to be a good example for his baby brother. For a bit Alaric actually listened to his parents and did what he was told, sitting quietly and paying attention during his lessons and just being all around obedient. As the years passed though and as Alaric became more aware of things he began to see just how corrupt his family really was. The way their mother was always obsessed about them being perfect, especially within the public eye was almost insane.

When Alaric was older poor Alexander got sick, for the longest time Alaric never knew why but the younger boys health quickly deteriorated and within a few months he passed away. This had a large effect on Alaric and his obedient nature vanished, he became more rebellious and unruly than before. He hated how his family always had to be perfect, how they put so much worth into a persons talent instead of just accepting them for who they were. Alaric only listens to his brother and sister, they are the only one's who actually knows what he wants and they are really the only two people he actually trusts within his family. But because they aren't with him at the University he just does what he wants: Drinking, drugs and whatever else may cross his path. The only reason Alaric got accepted into Meadow University was because his father wouldn't stop bothering him about it and threatened to throw his favorite guitar in the trash.

【 】

Harvey Edward Blackwood: Father - Director of Blackwood Hospital
Elspeth Shona Sterling: Mother - Stay-At-Home Mother
Alistair Sterling: Eldest Triplet - Goes to Raindale University in Washington
Anastasia Sterling: Youngest Triplet - Is home schooled due to anxiety
Christopher Sterling: Youngest Brother - Attends Meadow View Highschool
Alexander Sterling Deceased Younger Brother

【 】

Luke Hemmings | 8882be
✤ Alaric only chose a major in psychology to appease his father, it was a miracle that the man didn't throw a fit over his minor.
✤ Alaric is a Leo
✤ Alaric wants to be in a band and make it big, though he knows all too well that is something that won't come easy.
✤ Father to this furbaby

✤ Sometimes Alaric wonders if his baby brother passed due to natural causes or if it was something more....sinister.
- 50s forst dates is pretty great

Meadow University

Elliot Thatcher

【 】

Elliot Lee Thatcher

【 】

Some people call him Ellie, some call him Lee. He has no prefrence

【 】

Twenty

【 】

Male

【 】

Third Year

【 】

Scholarship

【 】

Creative Writing with an interest in Journalism

【 】

Heterosexual

【 】

TBD

【 】

Nerd, Kind Soul

【 】

✿

• Hair: Dark brown/Black| Fluffy and neat | Elliot will normally style his hair, he hates when it looks messy
• Eyes: Hazel
• Height: Five feet, 9 Inches
• Body Type: Tall, Slim and toned
• Clothing Style and Makeup Elliot's wardrobe is pretty basic, he doesn't like to wear anything that's gaudy or flamboyant. He prefers solid colors, his favorite being soft greys or blacks. He has a million pairs of jeans, all varying from light blue to dark blue. He typically wears the same, busted up black vans. To top off his look Elliot wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, he rarely wears contacts. Makeup is completely out of the question for him.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Elliot has one tattoo, it is a lamb on his upper arm. His sister's have the same tattoo. Other than that he has no piercings. He does have several small scars from childhood shenanigans.

【 】

If you were to describe Elliot in one word it'd have to be Sincere. He is a very honest person, sometimes a little too honest. Growing up with two older sisters made him a bit sassy, if he has an opinion about something, negative or positive, he might not always hold back. He has a great sense of humor, Elliot loves to laugh and will often tell the stupidest and corny jokes. He hates people are upset or down and will try his best to cheer them up. He is easily excited by the smallest of things.

Elliot has a bad habit of being insecure, it could be about his writing or himself but either way has just constantly second-guesses himself. He also has a bit of an issue controlling his anger, if someone pisses him off enough he just can't stop himself from snapping at them. He always feels terrible afterwards though, and will usually apologize.

【 】

Elliot had a pretty normal childhood. As the youngest and only boy of the family he was pretty spoiled but that didn't mean he was sheltered either. His father was a journalist and often travelled to other countries in order to pursue the best stories. He would bring back the most fascinating artifacts and tell Elliot the craziest of stories. Instead of being told about Santa claus or the Easter bunny he was told about the world. How you can't buy Coca-cola in Cuba or North Korea, how the world's population could fit with Los Angeles or how South Sudan is the youngest country in the world.

The death of his father hit Elliot pretty hard, he was killed when the caravan he was with was hit by a bomb. His poor mother was the one who had to identify the body, she was barely home as it was due to being in the military and after that even less. His sister's did the best they could but his fathers death was a shadow that would never disappear. Elliot was pretty quiet during high school but once senior year came around he began to worry, he had no idea what he wanted to do with his life. He thought about it a great deal and in the end he came to the conclusion that he wanted to see the world like his father did. He wanted to follow in his footsteps and become a great journalist.

His mother hated the idea and constantly tried to talk him out of it but nothing would sway his decision. He worked hard on essays and would spend all his time on filling out scholarship applicants. When one came back from Meadow University he couldn't believe it, he knew it was an Ivy League school and really only applied as a maybe. His sister's were ecstatic, happy they're baby brother would be making something of himself. Elliot's mother wasn't as happy, she wanted her baby closer to home where he would be safe.

【 】

Niklaus William Thatcher: Father (deceased) - Worked as a journalist for the New York Times
Lucinda Marie Thatcher: Mother - Works in the military as a nurse
Amelia Marie Thatcher: Older Sister - Currently works at a bookstore, just graduated college
Melanie William Thatcher: Older Sister - Defense attorney

【 】

Blake Stevens | f6989d
- Dogs are Elliots favorite animal, he has a small husky named Mochi.
- Elliot's most prized possession is his father's camera.
- If you give him any kind of food he'll be your best friend for life.
- He hates the color neon green.
- He wants to find love one day.
- 13 going on 30 = Funny as heck

Meadow University

Alaric Sterling

【 】

Alaric Micheal Sterling

【 】

He only lets his friends call him Rick

【 】

Twenty-One

【 】

Male

【 】

Third Year

【 】

Legacy

【 】

Psychology with a minor in Music Therapy

【 】

Bi-Sexual

【 】

TBD

【 】

Rebel/Music Nerd

【 】

✦

• Hair: Dirty Blonde | Floppy | He usually just throws some gel through his hair and calls it a day
• Eyes: Silver/Grey
• Height: Five feet, six inches
• Body Type: Lanky, Muscled
• Clothing Style and Makeup: Alaric's style honestly can change from day to day, it all depends on what he's feeling for that specific day. Some days he feels like an edgeboi and will wear black on black on black with tons of leather and chains. Some days he wants to go a little softer and wears lighter colors, specifically coral or something similar. He does enjoy wearing sweaters a lot, he's constantly cold so sweaters and jackets are a big thing for him - hats too. While it may not always look like it but Alaric does wear a bit of makeup. On his edgy and grungy days he will don some eyeliner and even a bit of foundation. On his more "soft boy" days he doesn't wear anything really, those days he just wants to relax and not have to worry about anything.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Alaric has scars on his back and knees, both from childhood punishments he received from his father. He has several tattoos, he's begun to lose track of how many exactly, most of them are small and insignificant anyhow. There are three that really matter however: A pocketwatch covered in cherry blossoms on his back. A dream catcher with a wolf in the middle on his thigh and a small frog on the bottom of his foot. He has a lip piercing and his ears are pierced three times.

【 】

Alaric is a very creative person, he can always find new and interesting ways to annoy or piss people off, which is honestly one of his favorite things to do. His creativity helps when is comes to his music as well, he finds inspiration in the littlest of things. Because Alaric loves to stir the pot he's become very persistent, which isn't always a good things with him. He can bug and annoy you still the sun goes down, though on the flip-side this makes him a wonderful person to have as a group buddy because he's will be persistent with making sure the work gets done.

Impulsive is a good word to describe him in general, he has a hard time thinking things through before he does them which, like most things, usually get's him in trouble. While he might seem unruly (which he is) and scary, Alaric is probably one of the most loyal people you could ever meet. He values friendship a great deal and will do almost anything for those he considers his friends. A few other words to describe Alaric would be Impatient, Charming, Protective and Foolish.

【 】

Alaric comes from a very old family, The Blackwoods have a large wide of influence and because they have one of the largest medical facilities within Vermont the name is well known. He was the middle-born of triplets. From a young age he was expected to be great and perfect at anything that was thrown at him, however early on it was seen that he had a hard time dealing with being told what to do. His father was not okay with this, he wanted their image and family name to show within his children and forced Alaric to take long and intensive lessons regarding the "big world" they lived in as he put it. Because Alaric didn't like the lessons and he was simply a child he would often goof off and try to leave the teacher, his father got word every time and each time he would get punished. At first they were quite harsh: Sit in the corner of a room for an entire day without food, write out a single sentence of a paper for hours, things like that.

When his youngest brother Alexander was born Alaric straightened out a bit, he wanted to be a good example for his baby brother. For a bit Alaric actually listened to his parents and did what he was told, sitting quietly and paying attention during his lessons and just being all around obedient. As the years passed though and as Alaric became more aware of things he began to see just how corrupt his family really was. The way their mother was always obsessed about them being perfect, especially within the public eye was almost insane.

When Alaric was older poor Alexander got sick, for the longest time Alaric never knew why but the younger boys health quickly deteriorated and within a few months he passed away. This had a large effect on Alaric and his obedient nature vanished, he became more rebellious and unruly than before. He hated how his family always had to be perfect, how they put so much worth into a persons talent instead of just accepting them for who they were. Alaric only listens to his brother and sister, they are the only one's who actually knows what he wants and they are really the only two people he actually trusts within his family. But because they aren't with him at the University he just does what he wants: Drinking, drugs and whatever else may cross his path. The only reason Alaric got accepted into Meadow University was because his father wouldn't stop bothering him about it and threatened to throw his favorite guitar in the trash.

【 】

Harvey Edward Blackwood: Father - Director of Blackwood Hospital
Elspeth Shona Sterling: Mother - Stay-At-Home Mother
Alistair Sterling: Eldest Triplet - Goes to Raindale University in Washington
Anastasia Sterling: Youngest Triplet - Is home schooled due to anxiety
Christopher Sterling: Youngest Brother - Attends Meadow View Highschool
Alexander Sterling Deceased Younger Brother

【 】

Luke Hemmings | 8882be
✤ Alaric only chose a major in psychology to appease his father, it was a miracle that the man didn't throw a fit over his minor.
✤ Alaric is a Leo
✤ Alaric wants to be in a band and make it big, though he knows all too well that is something that won't come easy.
✤ Father to this furbaby

✤ Sometimes Alaric wonders if his baby brother passed due to natural causes or if it was something more....sinister.
- 50s forst dates is pretty great