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It's funny- you'd think life would be great, being the daughter of some pretty loaded people. ~Leigh, on being asked about how awesome being Robert Johnson's daughter is.

Name: Leigh Costelle Johnson
Nickname: None. Call her anything other than Leigh and she will bite your head off
Age: 18
Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single, currently crushing on no one
Personality: Lilli is sharp and has a habit of lying, as well as sneaking into places she isn't supposed to be.

No one special in my life, actually. That's not to say that people are so distracting sometimes. I mean, I can't count how many times I've nearly lost a steal because some hot dude was walking by- or a hot chick. Too bad I'm always in the mode to go unseen, unnoticed, by everyone. Even the cute ones... ~Leigh, on if she's ever had a significant other.

Appearance:
~Link: Leigh
~Height: 5"4'
~Hair:
•Length: Rests just above her ears
•Style: Choppy and short
•Color: Currently a nice auburn, but is subject to change
~Eyes: Dark hazel
~Skin Tone: Slightly tanned, but she's still a bit pale
~Markings:
•Tattoos: Leigh's Tattoo
•Scars: A few faint ones from childhood rambunctiousness, but nothing notable
•Piercings/Jewelry: Ear Piercings Nose Piercing Jewelry for party events

What, is my tattoo a problem? Bug off. It's not like I can't cover it up. ~Leigh, on anyone commenting on her tattoo

Abilities:
~Strengths: Pickpocketing, going unseen, lying her way out of a situation, hand-to-hand combat, running fast for about 800 meters, quoting musicals, speaking fluent French
~Weaknesses: Any other type of combat, talks too much, running fast for anything more than about 800 meters
~Fatal Flaw: Too careless

I can quote Heathers the Musical in French, while punching someone in the face. Is that not talent? ~Leigh, when asked if she actually had any talent.

History: Leigh was born the unwanted daughter of a third party presidential candidate to Robert and Nikki Johnson. Although Robert lost the election, the family earned quite a bit of money from the dramatic tale of Leigh's near-death when being born. Of course, it was all fake, the first of many lies around Leigh. The Johnson family was quite rich, rich enough to hire various nanny's to watch Leigh as she grew up. Leigh quickly grew tired of the rotating cast of condescending nannies, at first wishing her her parents would come and spend time with her during more than just formal dinners. Despite asking many times, Nikki and Robert both claimed they had much better things to do than mess around with Leigh. Eventually, Leigh stopped asking. As nannies turned to tutors and instructors, Leigh became fluent in French, quite adept at playing the electric guitar, and light footed enough to start sneaking out on her own. On the night of her fourteenth birthday, once again ignored by her parents, Leigh managed to sneak out into the town she lived in, now without any supervision. She had great fun that night, but when it came time to return home, she found she was lost, and without money for a cab. If asked about how she got money, her response would be: "It was honestly quite easy, just like sneaking an extra cookie from a nanny after lunch. The man was so charmed by my accent as I asked for directions that he paid no attention to his personal objects. Objects, perchance, like a wallet." That night started a trend of many nights of getting lost in the city, and then returning by cab when it grew too late. She didn't pickpocket often then, only when she needed some money to return home. However, Leigh had taken a liking to the thrill of pickpocketing, and her late night adventures turned to late night espionage. A few months after she turned sixteen, Leigh was caught by the police, and her parents were made aware of her "problems". Leigh was delighted to find they actually paid attention to her- at least for that night, for the debacle was quickly forgotten. Although she still got thrills from pick pocketing, she slowly became more sloppy, though it was completely purposeful. The bigger thing she got caught doing, the better. Sometimes, she got a whole day of attention. However, after her seventeenth birthday, her parents decided enough was enough, and sent her to live with her French tutor in New York, a place Leigh used to vacation often, until Leigh could correct herself. She went back to sneaking out and doing small jobs, until she got the letter. It wasn't a hard choice, and she immediately went to the meeting. The code took around an hour to solve, and Leigh followed the instructions to a T. At the Grand Central Station, where her family would arrive to New York each time they came. She found the ticket an address, and barely wasted anytime before packing and arriving at the address- disappearing for what she hoped would be the last time for a long time.

What, you expect me to spill my soul on everything that's ever happened to me? Nah, sorry. I'm not into pity parties, and trust me- that's what my life warrants. ~Leigh, on being asked about her life.

Family:
Mother~ Nikki Johnson, 46
Father~ Robert Johnson, 51

I find it funny when people ask me about "how are Mom and Dad doing?" Like, they aren't your parents? Why are you calling them Mom and Dad? Then again, they're not really parents to me, either. ~Leigh, on parents

Leigh Johnson is approved.

▼▲ peter truslow ▼▲ twenty ▼▲ bicurious ▼▲ lawful evil ▼▲

Peter William Truslow, also known as Will, was born on March third in the year nineteen ninety five. This makes him twenty years of age and a Pisces. Peter speaks five languages, English, French, German, Italian and Spanish. He has experience with firearms, though he's better at talking his way out of a tricky situation than fighting.

His most prominent qualities are his intelligence and arrogance, especially when his pride or status is attacked. Peter's fatal flaw is his stubbornness, while his strengths reside in being charismatic, smooth, and manipulative. It's easy for him to get what he wants, when he wants it, and hard for him to hear "No." Peter is determined and persistent, and able to acutely focus on one thing without difficulty. For the majority of his life he's been able to sneak, steal, and slip out of anything.

He's fairly well-known in the world of politics as the son of Vermont State Senator Truslow, though infamously. Peter, while maintaining a 4.0 GPA at his college, managed to land himself on the nightly news by throwing one of the most rowdy parties the school had seen in its history. By the end of the party, the head chemistry professor's car was on the bell tower, most of the trimmed lawns glowed, and more than half of the underclassmen had to be treated for mild alcohol poisoning.. and then some. Peter was expelled, and Senator Truslow was more than willing to send his only son to a smaller college with limited visiting and glowing reviews.

What more damage could he possibly do there?

Peter Truslow is approved.

i've got this place that i've filled with empty space
oh i'm trying not to face what i've done

(Rhianna :: Cadence :: Baek :: Female :: Nineteen)

Once there was a little girl named Rhi who wore flowers in her tightly braided hair and wanted to be a ballerina when she grew up. Once there was a girl with a fairly normal life, blissfully ignorant of the problems of the world. Once there was a girl who knew how to love.

Compare her to the girl named Rhianna you see today, and you would see no comparison. This girl is more than aware of the terrors of the world. She is one of them, after all.

It began when her father decided she should be placed in martial arts, alongside her mother's insistence of ballet. She had a strong aptitude for both and her instructors praised her. She grew in grace, and beauty, and deadliness. As she became more and more skilled, she began to take lessons with weapons. Her parents were proud to have such a skilled daughter. Until the day they realized that their daughter was becoming, well, terrifying. She had few friends at school, and she practiced for hours on end. They called it a vacation, a short break to concentrate on things other than combat. She saw it as taking away her freedom.

Thirty minutes later saw her climbing out the window with only two duffel bags with her. She never went back. She was smart, and she lived in a small apartment in a rough neighborhood of town quite comfortably for six months, thieving here and there to pay the bills, charming various people. Surprisingly enough, informing someone you could kill them in a matter of seconds is enough to have them hand over their antique sword collection to you.

She never really meant to kill anyone. She didn't. She was quite happy with the threatening and the stealing. But he asked for it. He really did. The drunk who approached her while she walked home, a lopsided grin on his face, the one who should've kept his hands and his eyes to himself. She left him in the gutter. She thought no one had seen, but someone must have because less than a week later she found a letter. She accepted. How could she resist?

i'm in this race and i'm hoping just to place
oh i'm trying not to face what's become of me

Rhianna Baek is approved.

(view spoiler)[ inspiration from jennalyn, evan, and corina (hide spoiler)]

C R Y S T A L Y U N A L E E
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───────────── ℼ  crys × female × nineteen × bicurious ℼ ─────────────

The child of hardworking immigrants, Crys was the disappointing daughter deposited in the place meant for a successful son. She was the girl whose Asian genes did not translate into her grades as they slipped from As to Bs, and then from Bs to Ds, Ds which stood for words such as disgrace and defiance. Her parents never said the word, but she knew what she was: a failure. Crime appeared on her agenda the moment she realised that a failure was all she would ever be. If she was to fail, so be it, but it would be on her terms. The glint of credit cards and spray cans was all it took for her to seize the opportunity.

All the while, Crys grew, and with growth came the explosion of beauty. Knobbly joints fleshed out into striking curves, the pale, unassuming face soon morphed into one that was plastered as the poster child for femme fatales. Her beauty ruined her. Thievery became a game not of how long she could stay unnoticed but the exact opposite, a twisted cycle of manipulation and betrayal. If deception was how she would gain the world's favor, so be it. Success, which had been so elusive before, was suddenly screaming her path, and Crys was determined not to let it out of her sight. She did not know what success meant anymore, only that she wanted it, and all moral ground was lost as each wadful of cash and kiss on the cheek brought about a taste of the triumph Crys had always longed for. She became disillusioned into thinking that she held some sort of control over her life until the fateful day the police came knocking and the warrants crushed whatever dream of success she had forged the past three years.

She does not speak of how she came to the school. She prefers to let you talk as she smiles and masterfully slips her hand into your back pocket. She lies and lies and lies, to you, to others, and mostly, to herself. She does not care about success, she does not care about failure, she does not care about anything. She is merely another jaded, faded cast-away running from demons within, not sure what's keeping her going, but even more clueless on how to stop.
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your twisted thoughts are like snow on the rooftop

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