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Part One of Two

"I want the kind of love that... sets my soul on fire. The kind that makes me feel like I'm being devoured, like we're one person instead of two. The kind of energy that makes me fly. The kind that... is a drug in itself, just that high of being in love and being loved in return. I want to feel... what I've always known to be true. That loving men... loving men isn't wrong. I want to experience love without fear. I'm hoping I'll find that in the selection... with you, Prince Mavis."



Basic Details

Full Name: Caleb Levi Sherwood
Name Meanings:
↳ Caleb, Hebrew, meaning "Bold"
↳ Levi, Hebrew, meaning "Attached"
Nicknames: Sometimes people call him Cale (like Kale but with a C).

Age: 22
Date of Birth: February 5th.
Place of Birth: He was actually born in England, has the English accent and everything, but his family immigrated to Salts, Illea when he was ten and he's been a citizen for eleven and a half years.

Sexual Orientation: Homosexual (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
Relationship Status: In the Selection



Caste: 4
Occupation: He works as a chef in his family's restaurant.
Face Claim: Daniel Sharman

Appearance:


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Written Description: Caleb is a good looking guy, that's quite clear just by looking at him. Standing tall at 6'3, he's got an athletically toned body. Slightly broad shoulders, a firm chest, slender hips. He has a very angular face, very symmetrical with a strong, angled jaw and luscious, pouty lips that are very good to kiss. He has curly blonde hair that sometimes looks like a light brown in certain lights, but under natural sunlight it glows like it's spun of pure sunlight. But his best feature is his eyes. Beautiful, bright, sky blue eyes that reflect his emotions so clearly. If he's serious or in a less than pleasant mood, they seem to change to a dull gray, like storm clouds. He has long lashes and long eyebrows that frame the depth of his eyes. Caleb has only one mark on his body that shouldn't be there- a branding mark. It's a Jewish Chai symbol, a symbol usually worn on necklaces or stitched into clothes. In Hebrew, the related word chaya means "life or long life, and is derived from the Hebrew word chai (חי), meaning "life". This mark is small and faded, just white lines in his skin on his right shoulder blade. He rarely ever looks at it, but if someone touches that spot on his back it makes him shiver, remembering how it felt when it was burned into his flesh.



Dress Style: Caleb likes form fitting V-neck shirts and jeans. Preferably barefoot, but he will wear shoes if he must.



Personality: Caleb has a history of unsteady emotions. If he gets overwhelmed, he tends to lock himself in a room or run off and not reappear for hours, or even days depending on how upset he is. This also fluxes with his anger. He has a temper, and if he feels betrayed or rejected he might throw a fist through a wall. But these are just some of his bad traits. In truth, Caleb is a good man. He is intelligent, a curious soul, always wanting to know more about the people he talks to, to the point it's almost an invasion of privacy. He's very open, very honest, no deception in the way he acts. Whatever he does, it is completely and utterly Caleb. He was faithful, once, and he still is but he's kind of gotten lost off of religion from things his father did to him in the name of that religion. Caleb is very trusting, almost too trusting. He's energetic but he can be calm, too, the kind of guy who can lay in bed in the morning and enjoy bubble baths. Caleb is very outgoing and friendly, he can strike up a conversation with almost anyone. However, he's not used to being so open with his affection for men, so when he flirts, it's tentative and shy, like he worries he's saying the wrong thing. Once he gains confidence in this, however, he could be very flirty. Caleb is a very gentle, thoughtful man. He's fairly selfless, always putting others before himself. Even though he has his issues, he tries not to let it affect other people. Having been raised well, Caleb is big on manners and being polite, and often gives compliments. He's very respectable and he believes in honor and integrity. Caleb can be a bit stubborn at times, and he has a jealous side, but he tries not to show it because he doesn't want to seem clingy. He's the "think before you speak" type of guy. Caleb is family oriented and he's a hopeless romantic. He'll think of the little things, remember the anniversaries, do tiny gestures like holding his date's door open, pulling out their chair for him, making him breakfast in bed. Overall, while Caleb might have his flaws, he's got a lot of good parts, too.



Likes: Cooking, Tea, Watching the Sunrise and Sunset, Dancing, Anything Athletic, Animals, Getting to Know People, Family (not necessarily his own), Music, Kissing, Reading, Heroin (though he isn't using anymore, he can't deny he liked it when he did use it).

Dislikes: Cold weather (when he feels he cannot get warm or there isn't a warm place nearby, though he loves snow), bathing with other people he doesn't trust nearby (it will take trust to get him into a bath with someone else), his father, large bodies of water (though this could change if he learned to swim), feeling embarrassed, his drug addiction, seeing people get drunk or use drugs, liars, seeing Mavis' affection for other selected (he gets a bit jealous), fire brands, feeling helpless, nightmares.

Hobbies and Interests: Cooking, playing piano, music in general, wood carving, reading, traveling (even though he's never really traveled, it's an interest of his), photography (a minor interest, he doesn't even own a camera but he's always loved the idea of capturing a moment with one), gardening.

Strengths: His pure personality even though he's gone through so much that could have made him a lot worse, his genuine care for other people, his amazing cooking skills.

Weaknesses: Addictive personality, shaken faith, bad terms with his family.



History: Caleb would have had a totally normal life, a happy life as a nice British Jewish boy. He would have been a chef, cherished his little sister, been his father's pride and joy and his mother's baby... if only he wasn't gay. In Judaism, homosexuality is seen as the grossest, worst kind of sin and practically forbidden:

Lev. 18:22 "Thou shalt not lie with mankind, as with womankind; it is detestable."

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Lev. 20:13 "And if a man lie with mankind, as with womankind, both of them have committed a detestable act: they shall surely be put to death; their blood shall be upon them."

Continued in Part Two

Relations:

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Ishmael Sherwood - Father; A strict, very religious man whom Caleb has no contact with. FC: Simon Baker.



Arlessa Sherwood - Mother; A timid, quiet, softspoken woman. Caleb still writes her letters but she doesn't write back because her husband doesn't want her having contact with Caleb. FC: Jodie Foster



Rebecca Sherwood - Little Sister; 15; Caleb adores his little sister, but due to his father not allowing contact, he has not seen her for the past four years. To her, he is surely a stranger. FC: AnnaSophia Robb



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Other: Caleb is Jewish by birth, though he doesn't practice it.



Favorite Colors: Green, yellow (like blonde hair or the yellow petals of a flower), blue, and gray.
Favorite Flower: Larkspur, a pretty blue and purple flower that is said to mean "Beautiful Spirit". He just always thought the flower itself was beautiful.
Favorite Foods: Blueberries, Blackberries, and Cherries. Needless to say, his lips get stained blue-ish purple a lot. His absolute favorite is cherries though, and he loves it when he gets those double cherries that are still connected at the stem. Whenever he's sharing cherries with someone and he finds one of those, he likes to say it's good luck if they both pull the cherries apart and eat them at the same time.
Favorite Constellation: None.
Birthstone: Amethyst
Birth Sign: Aquarius
Birth Element: Air
Fears: Large bodies of water, extremely cold weather (he enjoys skiing in snow but he gets anxious if they get too far from a warm building), ice (he always asks for his drinks without ice), his father, dying of an overdose.
Flaws: One of Caleb's biggest flaws is his history with drugs. Morphine and heroine abuse, mostly. He's been clean for two years, but it's still an ever present shadow in his history. He has an addictive personality though, and it shows. To this day he has to reject alcohol, cigarettes, and even tends to cut sugary foods out of his life.



Theme Songs:
Landslide by Oh Wonder
Body Gold by Oh Wonder
Lose it by Oh Wonder
Shark by Oh Wonder

Part Two of Two



Note: I totally respect the Jewish religion. This history is made up of the acts of a crazed religious heretic and is entirely fictional, not meant to reflect on the Jewish religion at all.

Caleb Sherwood's History, Continued: Growing up, Caleb always knew he was gay. It wasn't even a question to him, it was an undeniable fact. In the Torah, there isn't actually a rule about homosexual attraction, just the act of homosexual sex itself. But to Caleb's father, even the attraction is wrong. As a child, Caleb was always very inquisitive, and when he learned about homosexual views in the eyes of his family's religion, he asked questions. "Why can't men lay with men?" "Because it's wrong." "But why is it wrong?" But whenever he asked those questions, he could tell by the looks he got and his mother's hurry to usher him away from other people that his curiosity in the subject was wrong. Caleb decided not to ask anymore about that, because he was a good boy. A religious boy. The kind of boy that came home every night before the sun set, who offered to wash the dishes after dinner, who loved his family. He had a beautiful little sister named Rebecca, who adored him. They were so close, once.

But as puberty hit, he couldn't deny who he was or who he was attracted to. All the girls at his school had a crush on the cute, curly blonde haired, blue eyed Jewish boy. Many would ask their friends to ask his friends if he liked them, but the answer was always the same (because he preferred the girls' brothers to the girls themselves). He had a particular crush on the eldest prince of the royal family. He kept a photo shoot magazine of the Havillard family hidden in a loose floorboard under his bed, and sometimes he'd look at pictures of Mavis and wonder whether he was gay or straight (he was right on both accounts because Mavis is bisexual, though Caleb at the time also thought there was no chance he'd ever fall in love with the prince, much less meet him. Still, a teenage boy can dream.) Caleb was a top student in school, he was the popular boy, the boy who had after school events like drama club and debate club, and chess club in the mornings before class. Caleb really wasn't all that concerned with dating or anything, especially since his religion said it was a sin to be with another male. That is, until he turned sixteen and met Elijah Cross, a handsome young transfer student into his class. Caleb took one look at him and felt nothing but desire. He and Elijah became fast friends, too, and Caleb planned to keep it that way. He respected his religion, and he was okay with being just friends, as long as he could look at Elijah all day long. He was just... beautiful. The exact kind of guy Caleb was attracted to. He actually looked a bit like the crowned prince, Mavis Havillard, actually. But one day, Elijah was the one to make the move, to kiss Caleb, giving him his very first kiss. Caleb melted into it, completely in awe from how good a kiss could feel. He'd never felt anything like the thrill of his first kiss.

When he went home that day, however, he was conflicted. Because kissing led to other things. Other things that went against his religion. He might have kissed Elijah today, but what would they do tomorrow? Or the day after that! This battle between religion and sexual teenage hormones made this a very confusing point in Caleb's life. So he did what any kid would do. He went to his father and told him what had happened. He trusted his father, the man he looked up to, the man who had taught him so much. Caleb never expected what his father would do to him in the name of religion.

At first, his father was kind. He said religion would help Caleb's urges, help him stifle his love of other men. He hugged his son and told him that everything would be okay, because he had God. And then he called over two friends to do a religious rite on Caleb to "sanctify him and purify him of sinful thoughts". It wasn't really a religiously sanctioned rite, it was his father's own manic twist. The three religious men made Caleb strip down completely naked, and then they prepared a bath of ice water for him. Caleb was terrified, but he was more terrified of God and of his father. So he got into the tub. It was just as freezing as he imagined, and his skin burned like a thousand daggers were piercing into him. But he laid down all the way, carefully dunking his head once before he floated on the water, trying to breathe even though his body hurt. He thought his father would just be reading some scriptures from the Torah and then he could get out. So he closed his eyes, silently praying and trying not to make any noise from the uncomfortable ice water while he listened to his father reading and chanting in Hebrew. His father's two friends had their hands in the water, pushing lightly down on Caleb's shoulders to keep him there. He trusted them though, because these were men he had grown up around, men he'd gone to church to, men whose children were in his classes... he was wrong to trust them.

After the first part of chanting, Caleb was totally unaware as he was suddenly pushed completely down into the water by his father's friends. He wasn't expecting it and instinctively opened his eyes and mouth, which was a big mistake as he swallowed a huge gulp of ice water, full ice cubes sliding down his throat. The pain was excruciating, his lungs feeling ready to explode as he thrashed in the water, screaming into it and struggling as they held him down. Caleb was sure his father was trying to drown him, and he was doing a good job, as darkness blurred into the corners of his vision and Caleb's body began to feel numb. But just before passing out from lack of air, a hand thrust into the water and grabbed him by his hair, dragging him up roughly, pain exploding across his scalp. As he surfaced, Caleb gasped and sputtered for air, eyes wide. Everything looked so bright, so surreal for a second that he almost thought he was dead. He was still so stunned from the ice bath and near drowning that he could barely protest as he was dragged out of the bath and tossed to the floor on his knees, the chanting of his father ringing in his ears. He sat there, shivering and naked, dripping with the freezing water, his hair a mop of wet brown on his head. His skin was as white as a ghost, his lips blue from cold. He couldn't feel his hands or feel, or his skin at all really, and could barely focus, only managing to sit there gasping for air, his lungs screaming with each intake of oxygen.

He didn't see his father preparing the brand of a Chai symbol over the fire... but he certainly felt when his father stabbed it into his back, on his right shoulder blade. The contact hissed from hot meeting cold, steam rising up from Caleb's skin. But Caleb barely managed to see it because he was too busy screaming bloody murder, his shrieks of pain filling the room. His lungs ached from his screaming, which only stopped when his voice went hoarse and his father pulled the brand off, his chanting finally silenced.

Caleb isn't sure at what point he passed out, but the next thing he knew, he was waking up in his bed, bundled in blankets. But the bandage on his shoulder blade and the ache of his body told him that the horrific ritual he remembered had really happened. Caleb's world just was thrown upside down. His father wasn't who he thought he was, and if his father's little ritual really had anything to do with Judaism, then his religion wasn't what he thought it was, either. That night, terrified and his life shattered, Caleb packed his things and ran away from home. He hated leaving everything he had ever known, but he was scared and didn't know what else to do. Caleb had no one and nothing, he was entirely alone, branded, and unofficially an Eight.

"Dad??"

After leaving home, the sixteen year old met a man who introduced himself as "Sting". Some kind of street name. Caleb would usually haven't trusted this man, but he'd been on the run for three days and had barely eaten or drank or slept, and the man had a couch and a fridge. After he'd slept and eaten his fill, he talked with the man, told him everything. Caleb was just so... lost. He needed a savior, someone to confide in, and as sketchy as Sting was, he was there. When he finished telling his story, Sting got up and got a tiny black case. Opening it, he held up a little bottle and a syringe. "This, my friend, is all you need to forget your troubles."

That was the start of Caleb's drug abuse. That stuff Sting offered was morphine, and finally Caleb could rest and dream and it made everything feel better. For a year, Caleb hung around Sting, doing odd cooking jobs to pay for more morphine and heroin, growing addicted fast. When he was high, he didn't have any conflicts, didn't need religion, didn't need anyone. It was a comfort, even if it was a bad one. But after a year, he went to a party one night and took so much heroin... it was scary. Caleb was having some serious hallucinations that night, dragging his feet through the club, holding the wall. "Help.." He remembered saying, but no one heard, too busy on their own drugs. Caleb collapsed, and when he woke, he was in the hospital. He looked like shit when he caught sight of himself in a mirror. Sweaty skin, sunken in eyes with purplish rims, purple-tinged lips. The doctor told him his heart had stopped, that he was lucky someone had called for an ambulance when he collapsed. As the doctor left, his father entered the room.

Caleb instantly sat up, wondering what his dad was doing here. He had no contact with him since he left home. It wasn't too surprising when his dad sat down and chewed Caleb out for leaving home, for doing drugs. He yelled about how worried his mother's been, how his sister's been asking about him. But what was surprising was that, as Caleb sat there staring at the wall in silence, his brand on his back burning suddenly just from memory, was that his father offered him a job. His family had three restaurants in the province of Salts. One of them was on the other side of the province, away from the family. His dad told him there was a cooking job waiting for him there if he wanted it. Caleb was stunned, watching his dad stand to leave. "Dad, wait-!" He called out, wanting to say something, anything. He wasn't sure if he wanted to demand an explanation on the religious ritual, or to thank him for the job. But then his dad turned in the doorway and said with cold blue eyes, "Don't call me that. A man who lays with men is no son of mine." So his father knew then, that Caleb hadn't stopped being interested in guys. He still had his virginity, but his dad didn't seem to care as he left the hospital.

After that, Caleb cleaned up his act. He cut out drugs cold turkey, something that was extremely difficult. But by locking himself in his apartment and cutting ties with Sting, he managed to do it. He started the job at his family's restaurant, and all was good. One night a guy at the bar got a bit rowdy, and being the tallest, most athletic employee, he was sent from the kitchens to convince the man to leave. Which he did, after punching him in the face. Frowning at what he knew would bruise, it was then that Caleb looked up to the bar's tv, hearing the anthem from the Illea Report. He stood and watched as the bisexual Selection for Prince Mavis & Prince Oliver was announced, and despite everything he'd gone through, Caleb knew one thing for certain.

He planned to enter.

Part One of Two

NOTE: This character is also filed under Foreign Visitors

"My life is a sham. I'm a prince but I won't ever be king, I'm 'free' but who I marry will be chosen for me. The key to my life is held, and not by me. I have no choice in things that matter. Is it so bad for me to make bad choices in things that don't matter, if only to take my mind off of how little I can actually control?"



Basic Details

Full Name: Basilio Amedeo Ezzelini
Name Meanings:
* Basilio, Italian, meaning "King"
* Amedeo, Italian, meaning "to love God"
* Ezzelini, Italian, meaning "Justice and Submission"
Nicknames: Basil, Bass.

Age: 21
Date of Birth: November 1st.
Place of Birth: Rome, Italy. For the selection, he was put under the province of Columbia.



Sexual Orientation: Bisexual. He usually sleeps with women more outwardly than men, and often his dalliances with men are more secret.
Relationship Status: He's been entered into the Illean Selection by Prince Oliver, because of having been in love with Prince Mavis six years ago.

Caste: One, Royalty.
Occupation: Prince of Italy.
Face Claim: Penn Badgley

Appearance:


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Height: 5'9
Weight: 165 lbs (pure muscle)
Hair: Deliciously curly chocolate brown hair, you just want to run your fingers through it.
Skin: Tan skin.
Eyes: Deep chocolate brown eyes, they get darker the more serious he is.
Body: He's tall, strong, and full on muscle. His body is his temple, sculpted by gods. At least that's what the women whisper and giggle about.
Voice: Smooth, rich as velvet, thick with an Italian accent.
Distinguishable markings: He has no scars or tattoos, yet.

Dress Style: He likes comfort. Loose drawstring pants or jeans, loose shirts that he can roll the sleeves up. Or even better, completely naked. He doesn't care much for fashion, just enjoying comfortable, expensive clothing.



Personality: Basileo is a man whore. He is a sex addict, practically. He will sleep with any pretty girl or handsome guy who breathes. But in truth, this is because of a deeper meaning- his desire to be free to control his own future. Who he sleeps with is the only thing he has control over in his life, and it irritates his parents, so he uses sex to rebel. That... and he really likes sex. Still, there's a lot more to Basileo than that. He's a charming devil, with his suave Italian accent, very eloquent. Despite his sometimes arrogant attitude, he actually holds a lot of respect for women. He's been taught manners and he uses them, and despite being able to convince the clothes off a nun, he does it with absolute genuine niceness. Basileo is witty and clever, he's got a curious side. He's very adventurous, always the first to try a new kind of food or go to a new place. But he's also a restless guy. He has very little patience, and he doesn't like being kept out of the loop. Basileo is a romantic, he's very thoughtful and good at remembering things. He is brave, as well. Basileo also has a really bad jealousy side. It's awful, since he's the one who cheats so much, but he's very possessive once he's claimed a girl as his. Basileo can be very playful and kind, he's generous and a good man at heart, despite his faults.



Likes: Sex, cuddling, cute girls and guys, blondes/light brunettes, dancing, hot showers, hot coffee, cool air, four poster beds, old books, libraries, sweaters, castles, dates, smiles, warm hugs, passionate kisses, his friend Mavis.

Dislikes: Being ignored, being heartbroken, being rejected, blood, large bodies of water because he can't swim, and losing people he loves.

Hobbies and Interests: Sex, sex, and more sex. Just kidding, Basileo does have a life. Basileo actually is quite fond of literature. Reading, writing. He's really good at writing, especially poetry. Basileo also plays the guitar and the violin, and he's rather athletic, enjoying to jog. He took Gymnastics as a kid and still is pretty good with it, too. That and fencing. He has a lot of hobbies... though sex is his favorite.



Strengths: Despite his infidelity, Basileo has a big heart, and he cares deeply. He loves deeply. He's selfless when it comes to the person he loves. Oh, and he's physically strong, the man is full muscle.

Weaknesses: Basileo has trouble with feelings. Sex, he can do. Mindless charming, he can do. But actually saying his deepest feelings to another person? That's hard. It took him six years to do so with Mavis, after all. Basileo is also easily distracted by sex, and he has trouble staying faithful to one person because he's so used to sleeping around. But for the right person... well, it's not impossible.



History: See part two.

Relations:

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Mavis Willian Havillard - Best Friend/Childhood Love; 21; Crowned Prince of Illea; Basileo's love for Mavis is... complicated, as of late. See his history.



Liliya Anna Caverly | Dalliance; 17; Princess of the Caverly Family; Basileo thought Liliya was cute for a long time. But in truth, he only started dating her for two reasons. 1. To piss off Mavis. 2. To take her virginity. As soon as he accomplished those reasons, he planned to dump her. But, well, plans never go the way they should.



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Other:



Favorite Colors: Yellow, red, blue.
Favorite Flower: Daisies.
Favorite Foods: Pizza and wine, or champagne.
Favorite Constellation: None.
Birthstone: Citrine
Birth Sign: Scorpio
Birth Element: Water
Fears: Losing Mavis or Liliya, losing his crown, being murdered in his sleep by a vengeful lover, or drowning (he doesn't know how to swim).
Flaws: His tendency to use sex to block out just about everything is his biggest flaw. That and his irrational jealousy, and ability to not care if he hurts a woman by cheating on her (unless he really loves the woman, but so far he hasn't).
Theme Song: Brains Out by Kim Cesarion

Part Two of Two

NOTE: This character is also filed under Foreign Visitors



Basileo Ezzelini's History:

Basileo was a blessed child. He had been born a prince after all, how much more blessed could he have gotten? The second born child to the Ezzelini family, he was very much loved. And as a result, spoiled rotten. The tan, curly haired boy got everything he ever wanted. Clearly, he grew up to think he was invincible, which led to him often getting in trouble. However, because he always was a good looking kid, he could always smile and charm his way out of almost any situation. Mothers doted on him, fathers encouraged their sons to be like him, girls gushed about him, boys idolized him. But let's focus on the real point of his life- romance.

See, Prince Basileo grew up being best friends with Prince Mavis of Illea, or Mav as he called him. They were inseparable, really. Whenever Basileo was in Illea or Mavis was in Italy, you would never find one without the other. As soon as they got of the plane, there'd be a giant hug waiting. They would practically sit in each other's laps half the time. Basileo has a whole box of pictures of him and Mavis from their childhood friendship... and then came puberty. Basileo had always had a bit of a crush on Mavis, but he thought it was silly and didn't want to ruin their friendship. But puberty led to an undeniable chemistry that shattered the dull crush he had before.

For a few years, they were still friends. They flirted, but they beat around their feelings. They were clearly there, both Basileo and Mav knew it, but it was just on the edge. And one night, they jumped over that edge. They were both fifteen. Basileo had broken into his father's liquor cabinet, and the two boys snuck up to the Italian palace's roof top. They watched the sun setting until the stars spread out over them. Basileo remembers reaching over, his hand tentatively laying over Mav's, lacing their fingers. He'd drank enough to be a bit buzzed but not nearly drunk, just brave. Basileo looked over at Mavis, heart beat increasing when he saw him looking back. The way the moonlight gleamed in his eyes, the way Mavis studied him... Basileo will never forget that moment, the moment in his teenage brain where he went, "I love this boy." And leaning in, Basileo gave Mavis his first kiss. Of course, while it started slow, teenage hormones are an insane power. Before long they were making out like it was their last night alive, tearing clothes off as they made for Basileo's bedroom. It was there that the two princes lost their virginity to each other.

The ensuing conversation was... interesting. But they had a week left together in Italy, and like most teenagers, they were certain they were in love. Basileo and Mavis spent days basking in each others' presence, going on dates before ultimately retreating to writhe in the sheets again and again, each time more passionate than the last. They were as inseparable as ever, but this was a whole other level. Basileo knew he was in love with Mavis. In fact, he thought he might have always been, but only discovered it now. For a week, Mavis was his and Basileo was Mavis's. And then came the goodbye. The final kiss. The sweet whisper of, "I'll write to you." from Basileo. He had wanted to tell Mavis he loved him, but he couldn't find the words. He had never told anyone but family that, and even if he felt it was true, his fear stopped him from saying it. So he watched Mavis slip from his embrace and onto a plane... and that was the last time he saw him, before the selection.

See, Basileo kept true to what he said. He wrote to Mavis every day. Elaborate letters. Sometimes he'd quote literature. Other times he'd speak his heart, and of how he longed to see Mav again. And other times, he'd write love poetry. Every letter he signed, "My Everlasting Love, Bass." Using the nickname Mav had for him. But those letters would never reach Mavis, another force keeping them from Mavis to read. So as time passed, and all his letters went unanswered, the more heartbroken Basileo grew. At first, he thought Mavis was just busy. He tried to keep himself busy, but some nights he'd pace his room, thinking of Mavis, wondering if something was wrong. Then, he thought maybe Mavis was saving the letters but not writing back. But that didn't seem like his beautifully brained best friend. And then, after months of unanswered letters, Basileo could only assume that Mavis was ignoring him, giving him the cold shoulder. He'd slept with him for a week, and now he was done with him. Bored of him. Basileo was upset at first. He kept writing letters and wallowed in his bedroom for months. And then his sadness at being ignored by his best friend and lover turned to anger. One night, he saw a guy at a party who reminded him of Mavis, and he dragged him to his room and slept with him. Consensually, of course. A while later, it was a girl, then another guy, then two girls. He fell into a pattern of one night stands, a sex life with a mind of its own.

It's been that way ever since. Sleeping around, being a prince. He hasn't seen or talked to Mavis in the last six years. Until now. Prince Oliver of Illea knows about Basileo and his brother, Mavis. So he has put Basileo In the selection, and sent him a letter inviting him to Illea. Basileo can't be happier. All those lovely young things in the selection to screw, it'll be a ball for him. And of course, there's Mavis. Basileo isn't sure what he'll say yet. He wants to be angry, but he gets the feeling he'll take one look at Mavis and fall in love with him all over again. Only coming to Illea will prove what happens between the two.

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Mitchell has an infectious smile. Ever since he was little, he has always smiled and been able to spread his good mood just by talking with someone. He is extremely kind as well, though sometimes it appears that he prefers the company of the animals he heals more than people.

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Mitchell has never known who his birth parents are. His birth mother died in the hospital after giving birth to him. He didn't spend much time in the system though. A middle-aged couple who had been looking to adopt a baby because they couldn't have one of their own, had all the paperwork filled out to take him as their own. A week before his adoption was finalized, Brenda found out that she was pregnant. They decided to go ahead and still adopt Mitchell, happy that they would be able to give him a sibling so soon.

Mitchell and his brother Corey were inseparable growing up. They did sports together and when they were ten, picked out their dog and cat. This is what started Mitchell's love of animals. Anytime they were hurt or something seemed to be wrong with them, Mitchell was researching what could be wrong and helped them to get better.

When he passed the exams to be a four, he was ecstatic because that meant he could go to school to be a veterinarian.

Now that the selection has come around, he was delighted to learn that men could enter as well. So, Mitchell entered his name and won the chance to go to the palace in Angeles and try for the hand of one of the crown princes.

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❤birth mother: unknown
❤birth father: unknown
❤adoptive mother: brenda
❤adoptive father: derek
❤adoptive brother: corey

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p e r s o n a l i t y ⇢ i'm still awake

[ a ] badeere is well known. Well, people know of the boy who can barely leave his house without hyperventilating. Most people tend to think more of his disorder and agoraphobia than they do of the actual person, a fact he very much hates. He'd rather people look at him, think about him. He doesn't need someone to pity him, either. He's quite strong and capable, thank you. But people would much rather think about how much better than are than him. Especially people that have known about his talent for music.

Despite the "deer" in his name, Aba is anything but docile. He's generated a lot of frustration and spite over the years, and it's all bottled away. Waiting to just explode. His pretty face is marred by scowls and glares, and he'd be lying if he didn't say he scared himself sometimes. Holding a conversation with him, if he's even capable of getting that far, usually involves him going for your throat without him really meaning to. People have told him that he should probably work on that. It's not that he really means to, because before all this he was just like any other person. Maybe slightly happier, but still.

Among many things, Aba is devoted. He gives his all to everything, most especially his music. He pours his heart and soul into things without hesitation. That extra step out the door is that much more rewarding because of it. The extra step all the way to this selection is a very already. But, because of this, he's hurt a lot more easily. He's known people that he's cared for so deeply that would just walk away from him like he was nothing and it felt like dying a thousand deaths. He'd never openly admit that, though, not in the state he's in. But just know that when he cares, he means it. It's a blind trust and devotion that he can't seem to stop doing.

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[ fixations ] music, daffodils, roasted chestnuts
[ abhorrences ] panic attacks, unfamiliar spaces, his need to look for a way out
[ specialties ] playing instruments, tuning instruments
[ kryptonite ] anxiety, unfamiliar situations
[ interests ] music
[ weapons ]

r e c o l l e c t i o n s ⇢ i'm already gone

[ l ] ife before the anxiety is something that Aba wishes he could remember. He wishes he could remember all the times his parents would shower him with love and affection. The times when they'd scoop him up when he cried. Born to a violin crafter and would-be singer, Abadeere was surrounded by music. It was, and is, his saving grace. He was sent to be with the sweetest of melodies overlying mourning violins and woken by the clash of symbols and the bitter tang of soul. And it was a beautiful thing.

His first experience with music was when he was five and his father Carlos was fixing up a drumset. The owners never came back for it, so he decided to teach his son how it was done. Rather than the disastrous banging of child, Aba produced quite the beat. Having heard something similar to it on many occasions, it was only right that he would catch on so quick. The same could be said about his experience with a saxophone, his second love. The smooth sound it elicited was a serenade so sweet, he fell in love with it at the age of seven. From there, his father worked hard to get him to play any and everything.

His mother was next in line to teach him her trade. She taught him his scales while bathed in the tub and then complicated it as they dried off. He was singing with the level of a third-year choir boy within three months. His parents couldn't have been more proud of him, their perfect musical bundle. They had such high hopes as he continued through school and garnered the attention of other musicians. He was quite excited about it as well, until one day it fell to pieces.

Aba can remember waking up one morning when he was sixteen, and something not sitting right with him. He'd look out the window, still dark because he'd woken before the sun. He couldn't hear any music, which meant he was up before his parents and that rarely ever happened. He hopped out of bed, unable to fall asleep again. It persisted as he was getting himself, this odd feeling that something bad was going to happen. The what ifs started their song and dance as he ate breakfast, forcing him to stop and try to calm himself down.

It subsided during the early parts of the day, then reappeared with a biting hunger to tear him down. Those same what ifs whispered in his ears that something was going to happen, something terrible. He'd step on a crack, what if you broke your mother's back? He'd complete a pop quiz, what if you just failed that? how will your grade fare? He'd walk home from school, what if someone robs you at gun point? This is a bad neighborhood, after all. He'd try to block them out, but they came up for even the smallest of things.

It got to the point that even before he opened his door to walk to school, they'd be there waiting. What if, what if, what if. They haunted him in his waking hours and followed him to his sleep. He stopped getting up, stopped walking to that door. His parents, concerned, tried their best. They distracted him with the music he loved when they could, but they couldn't always be around. So, he'd sit at his drumset, idly tapping the sticks as the what ifs went on like a chorus in his head.

When he'd gotten the news that he'd be part of the Selection, he was confused. How exactly would this help him? Just trying to walk through the front door was a hassle, and the last time he'd done so he'd punched a hole through the wall on his way back in. Then they introduced him to his therapist, who said something about exposure therapy and how this would be good for him. So they prepped him as best they could, but he was not quite so optimistic.

He's still waiting for that repeat to bring him right back to the start.

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  ▽ mother -- Nina Giagos
  ▽ father -- Carlos Giagos
[ external ]
  ▽ allies -- open
  ▽ friends -- open
  ▽ enemies -- open
  ▽ competition -- other selected
  ▽ lover -- open

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                              ───Fame and Fortune ───

                      Renly "Ren/Wren" James Lorde
                                       Selected

Caste: Two
Occupation Actor
Age: 20
Birthday: 1st August
Nationality: Illean
Province Clermont
Sexuality: Homosexual

                              ───change people───
                              
                              ───beyond recognition───

personality

Renly is not a complicated person. He is motivated by fame and money and loves the limelight, through he is neither arrogant or cocky. He is a good talker and can make even the most basic of conversation seem interesting and when people talk to him, they never get the feeling he would rather be somewhere else. Renly is a bit of a coward and leaves at the first signs of trouble but that doesn't mean he doesn't love the thing or person he's leaving. He is a confident man and loves acting more than anything and anyone.

                              ───Love is a tale───
                              
                     ───we tell, to make ourselves feel better───

history

Renly was born to two academics, one taught Mathematics and the other History and unfortunately for him, they were very homophobic. As a baby, Renly was a delight, a child most parents would wish for, rarely fussing or screaming but his parents would rather he fussed and screamed because they found it unnerving as he just looked at them with his chocolate brown eyes. Eyes that seemed a lot older than they should do.

But as he grew older his eyes were something many people commented on, "they were expressive," they said. Renly didn't really care either way preferring to ignore the strangers talking to his parents in favour of looking at the toys in the shop windows wishing he was anywhere but where he was. Renly had a fanciful imagination and often dreamed of far off places he never thought he would visit. But what he didn't know then was he would visit them.

Renly was put into school and like most children found it boring which disappointed his parents who had hoped he would be a child prodigy like they were but no Renly was just ordinary in terms of academics and so he tried sports. He just wanted something to make his parents proud with but it turns out Renly wasn't good at sports either. He could throw and catch alright but his coordination was awful.

But things started to change when he was eight years old, a film company was looking for a young child to take a leading role and his parents put him in for it just to hear there neighbours shut up about their own children. No-one expected Renly to get it but he did and that was the start of his career and the beginnings of one of the most successful actors Illea had seen. The neighbours were all shocked at it gave his parents something to brag about. While Renly found he enjoyed pretending to be another person for a while and threw his all into making the character come alive. His performance in the film attracted the attention of many big names and Renly started becoming the go-to actor for child-roles amassing a lot of experience and as he was getting older he stopped becoming just the go-to child actor and started getting roles that had been written especially for him- he was just that talented. He became so good at acting over the years that many people thought he was the characters he portrayed, through he quickly dealt with any fan who had that notion by displaying a charming smile that was characteristic just of him, not any character he played.

He enjoyed everything to do with acting, the fame, talking to the fans, the premiers, the paparazzi. It was the press who coined the name that Renly became known by: Ren as the believed it was more 'relatable' than his fairly upper class name. But like all young actors, Ren has recently found out the pitfalls of fame. On the set of his latest movie Ren fell in love with one of the interns trying to get experience behind the scenes. Obviously it wasn't a sudden thing. The intern was one of the only people Ren's age there and so naturally the two gravitated together and through many conversations, they fell in love. But things couldn't last because just as filming was wrapping up, the press caught wind of the love affair, publishing it every tabloid, newspaper available and then displaying it on every gossip tv programme. There was no-one who didn't know about it, including Ren's parents, who were disgusted by the news. They disowned their son, which also made the news and cut him off as not being 21 yet he didn't have access to any of his money leaving the actor penniless. But Ren's lover stuck by him and tried to convince Ren they would get through this, when something else took precedence over the actors fall from grace- the Selection. Ren saw an opportunity and signed up, leaving his lover behind.

He had one last conversation with him, that ended up in a fight but Ren couldn't stay with him, no matter how much he loved him because he loved fame and money more and while he could always earn more and still have a career, he was always going to be known as that gay actor meaning his choice of roles were limited. And acting was his one true love. He didn't want to limit himself. So he choose the only thing he could. The selection because if he got the prince to fall in love with him, he could have all the roles he wanted. Through he guiltily noted that it wouldn't be down to his own hard work.

Approved and I love him! I do wonder if he'd be capable of honestly falling for Oliver, though, since he's there for fame and money.

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Alec in general is a pretty quiet person. Unlike his father who's a celebrity he doesn't like the spotlight and he definitley does not like being the center of attention. You'll most likely find him in a corner of a room not talking to anyone unless they speak to him first. In private though he's a completely different person. He's more outgoing in private and will talk more, but he hardly raises his voice even in private.

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Alec's mom always lived on the wild side during high school and early college partying, drinking and, sleeping around whenever she could (which was a lot.) So in all honesty it was no surprise that she got pregnant at twenty and dropped out of college to become a single mom, she gave birth to Alec and his twin brother Micheal Ford. Alec's mom did pretty well for herself despite having to raise two boys all on her own. Then one day when Alec was only ten his mom was killed by a drunk driver with Micheal and Alec in the back seat of said car. After that Alec and Micheal went to live with their grandparents who they'd never met before and for good reason. Their grandparents were old fashioned really old fashioned. Back then Alec and Michael were two normal rambunctious noisy boys but within the first year they were both quiet as a mouse hardly ever talking or playing or doing anything. That was because their grandparents believed in the saying 'children should be seen and not heard' and they taught the two boys by beating them into submission. Anytime they said anything it was either a slap or whatever object was closest was thrown at them and if they made any sound of pain, surprise, anger, any noise at all their grandparents just kept beating them until they stopped. After that Alec's home life became minutely better but his school life plummeted. Before Alec moved in with his grandparents he was pretty popular, he had a lot of friends and was overall well like. Afterwards Alec became a lot social and a lot of it was because Alec talked a lot less and when he did talk he stuttered. No one wanted to be friends with the quiet boy who still stuttered when he talked. It even got to the point where they bullied him because of it at first it was only verbal bullying but then it got to the point where it became physical. Eventually the bullying stopped around eighth grade and Alec's life seemed to get a little better for the next couple years. The next tragedy in Alec's life came when he was a sophomore in high school, his brother Micheal was a Junior and he was dating a guy. Somehow Alec's parents found out about Micheal's boyfriend and his grandfather beat him to death, Micheal died in Alec's arms. Alec didn't tell anyone about what had happened he couldn't his grandfather said that if he did he'd kill him to. So Alec entered the selection hoping to get away from his grandparents and find a new life. When his grandparents discovered that Alec had gotten into the selection they again beat him so that he wouldn't go.... Alec barely got out of that house alive. Which is how he's come to the Angeles airport with bruises marking his skin.

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       I'm a son of a locksmith, hopefully I can make a key to open your heart(s)

Samuel likes to be called Sam for short but his family calls him Frosty. He is male and identifies as male. He is homosexual and has already come out to his family. His younger sister, Mary has also come out as homosexual to her family. He is caste four but lives rather comfortably with his small family consisting of; his father, mother, sister and Ginger the cat. They live in a small house in the country-side on the farm that Mary and Sophie (the mother) work on. He likes being inside and cooking and dreams of being a cook one day. He is an insomniac meaning he doesn't sleep for long periods of time. He is twenty-years old.



Sam is definitely a looker. He has nicely defined features and a lean body, although he has some muscle, he isn't fat in any sense. He stands at 5'11 and weighs around 130 lbs. He has pale skin with a healthy glow around his cheeks. His eyes are piercing blue, something that runs in the family. Above his eyes are nicely groomed, dark eyebrows that contrast well with his pale skin and white hair. Yes, white hair. Originally brown he accidentally used permanent hair dye when pretending to be Jack Frost for Halloween when he was a child (eight), hence the nickname Frosty. However he took a liking to it. It took his parents a while to actually agree to this, eight years in fact. But now he's happy with his white hair. He looks very healthy, apart from the very dark circles etched under his eyes.



Sam is a gentle man with a kind heart that some of his "friends" abuse constantly. He's tolerant of other people and a very good listener. He also gives great advice. He's hard-working and persistent, when he knows what he wants he works for it. He believes that there's love for everyone, they just needs to find it. When he doesn't get enough sleep, he is known to have very bad hallucinations. He is angry half of the time and very irritable. Once his sister walked in on him screaming and crying into his pillow, telling himself to "fall asleep already." No matter how many pills he takes he can't seem to sleep. Because of this he's not very confident in himself. He is rather worried he'll fall asleep on one of the Prince's shoulders on a date, or something equally embarrassing.



Samuel Gordon was born on the second day of August to Sophie and Alex. A farmer and a locksmith. He had a very calm and warm childhood. Nothing really big happened, apart from his white hair dye and.... And his near-death experience.

He was only seven years old when he was skating on a nearby pond with his friends. His parents had said not to skate yet, due to the ice not being stable enough to support all the weight. But being young and foolish he didn't listen, he paid the price. He slipped and fell, thinking he would just dust himself off and get back up. He fell.... right through the ice into the freezing water. The pond was deep. By the time, his brain registered what was happening he was already at the bottom. He opened his mouth to scream but only got a mouthful of cold, dirty water. He flailed his arms, eyes screwed shut. After a couple of minutes, he lost consciousness. When he woke up he was wrapped in blanket in the arms of his mother. From then on he's been terrified of pools, seas, ect. He can barely manage a bath.

Years later and it's the selection, he and his sister both entered for the heck of it, trying to out do each-other, as usual. When the names were announced Samuel found out he was chosen. They listened intently for Mary's name, but they didn't pass anyone's lips. "I win." He smirked at her then pulled her in for a hug. "I don't mind." She answered softly and looked up at her brother nervously. "I like girls more anyway." That's when she had come out in front of her whole family. Nobody really did anything about it, they just shrugged and accepted it. Samuel is excited. Who wouldn't be? This could be his chance to find love! Plus the food is delicious. However he's worried he'll make a bad impression as he hasn't slept for over forty-eight hours.


    

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p e r s o n a l i t y ⇢ wild thing

[ n ] ine out of ten times, the person suggesting a game of hide and seek is Jules. He's always had a deep love of the game, after all, as well as anything that he might deem as fun. Be it movie watching or go carting or anything, if he's laughing and happy, it's fun. People have often told him that it makes him quite adorable, the way he goes looking for entertainment. But it's also kind of risky, if you think about it. Because while it is fun to go exploring and finding new things to do, there's that danger behind it that can't always be seen right away.

If ever there was a person that hated seeing someone else worry about them--because we'd all be lying if we didn't like knowing that someone cared enough to worry--it would be Jules. Once those furrowed brows start showing up, he's all smiles and reassurance. He doesn't need to have someone else upset over him. Jules has never thought it to be right that someone should ever have to go through that kind of anxiety. So he hides his own worries behind his smiles and laughs. Because he already has enough worrying going on to worry about the whole world.

As much as Jules smiles, he's conflicted. He doesn't understand what the hell is happening to him. Generally, he gets the basic gist of it all--he's still a male but he looks like a female--but that's about it. There's no health risk, but it's still something important. It's just--what the fuck is he? How did this even happen to him? There's nothing wrong with his parents or his siblings, but he was the one that turned out like this. And while everyone likes tot hink he's milking the "hot girl train," he hates it. He hates getting hit on because they think he's a girl. Jules would rather they hit on him just because they knew that he was a guy or something like that. They get creeped out when he speaks, and that shit hurts. But no one's ever gonna know that; he's just gonna keep smiling and laughing until the pain goes away. Because it has to at some point, right?

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[ fixations ] hide-and-seek, games of all kinds, lavender, braids
[ abhorrences ] his appearance, tension, having people worry about him
[ specialties ] hiding negative emotions
[ kryptonite ] his own appearance, people worrying about him
[ interests ] thrill-seeking
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r e c o l l e c t i o n s ⇢ you make my heart sing

[ n ] o one could have predicted that Jules' life would be the way it is now. His mother, a quaint librarian, had never thought that she'd have the chance to meet her favorite author, let alone marry the man. But that was how it had turned out. Marie had been shelving books when the faint ding of the doorbell chimed as Johann Hytes stepped into her library. Hers, of all places. There had been a mix-up in the address of his book tour and while it had taken no more than five minutes to correct the mistake, he stayed a lot longer than that.

The two went on courting one another for several months, bordering a year, when Marie told him that she was pregnant. They didn't want a marriage then, because she didn't think he would be marrying her because he wanted to at that point. He agreed that he did feel slightly obligated to ask her hand in marriage, but they held off. When Devon, Jules' older brother, was born, they decided that they would be married when he turned one. They did just that, with their precious son all dressed in white. And on their wedding night, Jules was conceived.

The years passed, and as the two boys grew older they slowly started to take on their boyish looks. Both remained to look more like girls in their early years, but there came a time when Jules lagged behind. Rather than taking the course of his brother, Jules started to look more feminine. Softer features, slight curves; it didn't help that his voice was still the same high octave it was when he was ten while he was thirteen. He waited desperately to catch up to his older brother and to his peers, but it would never really come.

His voice finally dropped along with his balls when he was fifteen. An embarrassing time, to say the least. He dreaded the moments when his voice would crack and relished it when his voice was a steady baritone. But hs outward appearance remained much the same. That is, until he started growing breasts. Little bee stings that swelled, Jules didn't know what to say or do. Much of what he was going through was documented by his father, considered "source material" for his writing. There was a lot of speculation from everyone around him, but one of the more popular ones was that he was getting a little hefty. His solution: intensive working out.

After nearly three months of this, nothing seemed to change. Except, his breasts did grow a little bigger. That was not the result he was hoping for. He spent weeks worrying about it himself, but his parents were much more concerned. They sent him to doctors near and far, but they were always told that there was nothing wrong with their son. Just a little too much estrogen, some said. But that he was perfectly fine. This only seemed to appease his parents temporarily, but his brother could not be placated.

So it began that in his sophomore year, Jules was the subject of every gossip in every hall. He'd walk into a room and a hush would fall as people drank in his appearance to use in conversation later. He'd have guys joking come up to him and ask if they cop a feel. And some would have the gall to just do it, usually ending with him screaming. And an ever conflicted Jules never truly knew how to deal with this. So, he embraced it.

When Jules grew out his hair, he lost a considerable amount of friends. Most of which were female. They were the shallow ones that would say they couldn't have male friends prettier than they were. Jules took this in stride, just as he took his older brother's friends hitting on him when they had the misfortune of never having met him before. It was a complicated affair, being a girl but not really being one. He found a new appreciation for the girls that surrounded him, wondered how they did it. How they were able to withstand the idiocy they had to go through. And this wasn't just limited to the student body; there had been a number of times when he'd caught male teachers looking at him in a way he'd rather not have had to witness.

But there were times that he appreciated his appearance. He would be the defender for his female friends if they were out in public. All he had to do was speak, and the offending pickup artists would be deterred. It was always fun to watch their reactions as the girl they might have been trying to hit on produced a voice deeper than theirs. However, this didn't seem to appease him for very long. That is, until his mother suggested his apply for the Selection. She said to treat it as a game for finding love, or someone to love him. He thought it sounded nice, and his father had chimed in with saying he could write a novel about it. He'd learned a long time ago that when someone writes about you, you live forever. And who doesn't want to live forever?

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  ▽ mother -- Marie Hytes ( nee Clarke )
  ▽ father -- Johann Hytes
  ▽ brother -- Devon Hytes
[ external ]
  ▽ allies -- open
  ▽ friends -- open
  ▽ enemies -- open

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"Self-Confidence is the best outfit, rock and own it"


Basic Details

Full Name: Tobias William Castile
Nickname: Will

Age: 19
Date of Birth: May 5th
Place of Birth: Likely

Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Selected

Caste: 3
Occupation: None
Face Claim: Kenton Duty

Appearance:

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Height: 5’8
Weight:150lbs.
Hair:Platinum Blonde
Eyes:Sparkling Blue
Body:Slim
Distinguishable Markings:None
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Personality:

Tobias loves being himself. He isn’t afraid to show the world who he is. He’s definitely full of gay pride and it’s afraid to make his gayness known to the world. He’s an extremely confident guy, but not to the point of arrogance. Sure he loves himself, but he doesn’t act like he’s the greatest thing to exist on this earth. Tobias is probably what most people would consider a stereotypical gay. He loves fashion and makeup and glitter and sparkles and love. He absolutely adores love. Love is something he hopes to find for himself. He’s a huge flirt and loves flirting with whomever has caught his attention, but he wants something real. He wants to be in love. He doesn’t want to be the guy that just sleeps around for fun. It’s just not who he is. He secretly fears not finding that love and being alone though no one would ever know it. Tobias is a lover and not a fighter. Tobias isn’t a fan of fighting even though he’s perfectly capable of defending himself. He’s just an all around nice guy who likes being kind and likes to help out in anyway that he can. He’s just an adorable little snowflake all around. He’s way too trusting and naive of a guy and because of that he always finds himself on the wrong side of a prank, but he doesn’t mind because he knows it's all in good fun. He loves a good prank even if he’s being the one pranked, though he himself doesn’t pull pranks. Tobias is a very charming and charismatic person. Tobias can sometimes be a rather hyper, but that comes from his addiction to candy. He adores all kinds of candy and giving him candy is the easiest way to make friends with Tobias; though he loves befriending anyone he can. Tobias is also one of the klutziest people you’ll meet. He’s always tripping over something even when it seems like there is nothing there.

Likes:
Kids
Candy
Glitter
Dogs
Fashion
The Outdoors
Swimming
Dislikes:
Bullies
Liars
Bugs
Mornings
Rude People
Being judged for who he is
Hobbies & Interests:
Shopping
Swimming
Writing
Acting
Strengths:
Being himself
Kinda/Caring
Charismatic
Swimming
Writing
Weaknesses:
He’s very trusting
He’s too helpful at times
His father’s death being mentioned
He’s an extremely klutzy person

History:

Tobias William Castile was born May 5th nineteen years ago to Anna and Daniel Castile his loving parents. His mother a writer and his father was an eighth grade english teacher. Tobias had a normal childhood. He was good friends with the neighbor kids and his parents doted on him. He was always a happy child running around and getting into mischief. From the age of four all the way through his highschool career he was homeschooled by his mother who worked at home as a writer.

Tragedy struck the family when Tobias was just four years old. His father was diagnosed with an incurable brain cancer. Tobias and his mother were devastated. Daniel was forced to quit his teacher career and Anna was forced to go out and find more writing opportunities while still being able to look after Tobias. Tobias spent most of his time at his father’s side. He never left his side unless it was to get his father something he needed. Tobias often time helped his mother take care of his father. Tobias was actually at his father’s side when he past away.

Tobias was five years old when his father finally died from the cancer. After a full year of cancer, Daniel was unable to fight it anymore. Tobias was absolutely devastated by his father’s death. To this day he still remembers his father’s last words and the last breath he took His father’s last words were; “Tobias no matter what you do with your life just know I'll always be proud of you. You being born was the best moment of my life and these past five years with you have been just amazing. You need to know I love you know matter what and I want you to do whatever it is you have to do to be happy. Tobias I love you.” At this point in time Tobias had been in tears and begging his father not to leave him. But his begging was for not because Daniel was not able to hold on and live any longer despite wanting to be apart of his son's life.

It is because of what his father asked of him that Tobias is who he is today. He is happy with who he is and loves himself. He’s had a rather happy life despite his father’s death at a young age and has managed to live a pretty good life. When the Selection game around Tobias had no doubts about entering and started his application right away with the full support of his mom and friends. Though he feels kinda bad for leaving his mom alone for a while he knows this is what he wants to do and that his father would have wanted him to go for it just as his mother does.

Relations (view spoiler)[
*Anna Castile* - Mother; 42; Writer; Alive; Love:9/10
*Daniel Castile* - Father; 44; Teacher; Deceased; Love:8/10
*Megan Castile* - Sister; 16; High School Student; Alive; Love: 9/10
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Other

Favorite Colors: Purple
Favorite Flower: Rose
Favorite Foods: Spaghetti
Favorite Constellation: Orion
Birthstone: Emerald
Birth Sign: Taurus
Birth Element: Earth
Fears: Losing the people he cares about, being alone, never finding the one, cancer, bugs
Flaws: He’s too trusting of people, which often gets him hurt, he get’s really upset whenever his father is mentioned
Dreams: He just wants his family to be safe and healthy and happy and he wants to find the guy he’ll spend the rest of his life with.
Theme Song:Theme Song: Take Me To Church - Hozier

Approved !

                        ❝ close your eyes and see it glisten ❞
—( name ;; jackson arthur wright
      meaning of jackson is god has shown favour
      meaning of arthur is noble, courageous
      meaning of wright is worker
—( nicknames ;; jack
—( age ;; 20   —( date of birth ;; 15/4   —( place of birth ;; paloma
—( sexuality ;; gay     —( gender ;; male
—( relationship status ;; in the selection
—( caste ;; 5     —( province ;; paloma
—( occupation ;; cellist
—( face claim ;; john boyega
—( appearance ;; brown eyes, black hair, dark skin, one hundred and eighty-seven cm tall, sixty kilograms, average. voice is quite low. typically wears suits anyway, so the selection doesn't affect that.

      

—( personality ;; Jack is a nice person. That's the simplest way to sum him up. Of course, he's a lot more complex, but that's the quickest, simplest way to indicate what he's like.
He's selfless, willing to put himself in harm's way to protect people he cares about. He's smart, quick to disprove false arguments. He's loyal and faithful, and he goes out of his way to make people feel at home.
On the other hand, Jack is also extraordinarily lacking in self-confidence. He entered the Selection without the slightest belief that he would get in, and expects to be sent home straight away. He has a tendency to argue with anyone, regardless of their status, and has gotten in trouble many times for talking back to officials. The Selection will probably be no different, at least, that's what Jack thinks.
His strengths include cello, double bass, politics and philosophy, all of which he has a strong interest in.
His weaknesses include his short temper, lack of respect for authority and lack of faith in himself.
Jack likes music, art and logical arguments, which has led him to develop an interest in philosophy.
He despises racism, having been on the receiving end many times, as well as all other kinds of discrimination. He also dislikes people who find it amusing to deliberately irritate others.
Jack's hobbies include cello, double bass, watercolour painting and sketching.

—( history ;; Born on the 15th of April to a couple of Fives in the province of Paloma, Jackson Arthur Wright, nicknamed Jack, grew up surrounded by musicians and artists. Early on, he developed an interest in the cello, and by age 10 was performing for some of the most prestigious Twos in the province. When he was 11, he began to learn how to paint and draw in addition to cello, and he remained in school. At age 12 he began playing the double bass, and continued to play it, however the cello remained his primary instrument. He sold several watercolour paintings to authors wanting to use them in books, and gradually began to take on jobs creating art for both children's books and novels. Jack began to earn enough money to help support the family, his funds supporting his younger siblings and allowing Mark and Julia to attend school.
When the forms were sent out, he applied for the Selection. In part because he wanted to find out what the princes were like, and in part to support his family. When his name was announced, his sisters were thrilled that he would get to participate in the Selection, but Jack was pessimistic, saying that he would probably be one of the first to be eliminated.
Now, he'll find out.

—( relations ;;
      grandmother ;; christina hawken ( née brighton ) ;; deceased
      grandfather ;; gilbert hawken ;; deceased
      grandmother ;; elise janet wright ( née cross ) ;; deceased
      grandfather ;; andrew bryce wright ;; deceased
      mother ;; laura wright ( née hawken ) ;; alive
      father ;; richard andrew wright ;; alive
      sister ;; elizabeth janet wright ;; alive
      sister ;; ruth sarah wright ;; alive
      brother ;; mark anthony wright ;; alive
      sister ;; julia augusta wright ;; alive

—( extras ;;
—( favourite colour ;; red
—( favourite food ;; dumplings
—( favourite flower ;; hibiscus
—( favourite constellation ;; orion
—( birth stone ;; diamond
—( birth element ;; fire
—( birth sign ;; aries
—( fears ;; being useless or hated
—( flaws ;; lack of self-confidence
—( dreams ;; success
—( theme song ;; put on your sunday clothes — wall-e soundtrack

Approved

❝ Listen to the beat of your heart ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

┌ Dante Cho Junhee ♛ born 21st of June ┐
└ Sonage & Caste 3 ♛ identifies as male ┘



┌  nine and ten years old ♛ momma's baby ┐
├ demirombisexual ♛ part of the selection ┤
└ birthstone ; alexandrite ♛ flowers ; daisy ┘

[ ♛ Appearance ♛ ]

Dante Cho has soft, short brown hair which is sometimes slicked back. His eyes are dark brown and often have a warm twinkle in them. He is 182cm tall and weighs 65kg. He is said to resemble the Korean pop idol, Kim Jongin.

He is often seen wearing dapper and neat clothing, but it's mostly because his mother picks his wardrobe for him. If he could choose what to wear, he would be wearing comfortable pants and a sweater, anything that's not too complicated and easy to slip on.

[ ♛ Personality ♛ ]

Andante; a walking pace. Dante is aptly named after this musical term — after all, he does things at his own pace, going with the flow. He may seem quiet and mysterious, but that's only because he's rather timid and non-confrontational, letting people step all over him. Although he might not follow everyone's rules to a T, he's still not one to stray far from what's expected of him, and he doesn't think himself as extraordinary in any way. Whenever he learns something new, he's never a natural, but he puts a lot of effort into it and learns at a fast, steady pace.

One on one, he's easy to be around, but in a crowd, he tends to be rather withdrawn. His kind, caring and sweet nature doesn't make it difficult to ease a genuine smile from his lips. He's also quite easygoing and doesn't like to see people angry or sad. He's the type who's loyal, and when he has a passion for something, it's likely for life — in his case, music. He's also quite content with where he is in life, and is not really the ambitious type.

[ ♛ History ♛ ]

Dante's story begins with his mother. Specifically, his mother's Selection. Back in the day during King Maxon's Selection, his mother was one of the thirty five girls chosen from all across Illéa, elevating her to Caste 3 for the Selection. Unfortunately, she was not so lucky, having been Eliminated, barely missing the chance to become one of the Elite six. Humiliated by her defeat, she moved to Sonage and got married, where she would be away from any reminders of what could have been her life, but close enough to keep an eye, if needs be.

Two years after the royal twins were born, Dante arrived. But she'd never forgotten that Dante could have been a royal baby. She'd never let the fact that she was so close to winning go, and even if she'd assumed that Dante wouldn't be eligible for entering the Selection of the royal twins, she wanted to help him social climb. Elevate her status. Maybe even marry a royal, even if they weren't the princes themselves.

At a young age, she made sure that Dante would excel at whatever he did, and have the ability to do a wide range of things, including dance, music, chess... anything you could think of. Academically, Dante was always (effortlessly) at the upper end of his class, so his mother never made a big fuss about it. However, his true passions lay in dance. Specifically, he'd fallen in love with ballet. But when his mother found out that he wanted to become a ballerino, she threw a fit. He was meant to be groomed to find a good, well-paying job and attract the eyes of a rich suitor, not immerse himself in the 'girly' craft of dancing. She ended up forbidding him from dancing altogether. Poor Dante was heartbroken, though he complied with his mother's wishes, but he'd never forgotten that passion of his, instead redirecting his love for dance to the next best thing — music.

Through the years, Dante picked up a multitude of musical instruments, including the piano, violin and guitar, unwittingly charming a lot of girls and boys along the way. He started to compose his own songs. Though he wasn't very good at it, he was improving, and that was all that mattered to him.

When the twins turned 21, it was announced that they would hold a Selection — but with twenty-five women and twenty-five men. His mother was overjoyed. She made her son sign up for the Selection, and Dante, being the good momma's boy, did as he was told, and became the representative of Sonage. Though his mother thinks that this will be a chance to take revenge on the royal family, this might just be a chance for Dante to escape his mother's clutches — and flourish into someone in control of his own destiny.



[ ♛ Relations ♛ ]

➸ Mother ; Amadea Cho nee Jeon ; alive

Dante's mother, Amadea, is the one who controls every aspect of his life, from the clothes he wears to the activities he participates in. Though he's never resisted his mother's influence before, that might soon change.

➸ Father ; Christiansen Cho ; alive

Christiansen is often absent from home, as his job as a head lawyer at his firm kept him at work for long hours. Though he is a kind and caring man, he has minimal influence on with goes on at home.

More to be added as the RP progresses.

[ ♛ Other ♛ ]

Dante's favourite colours are muted shades of grey and brown. His favourite flowers are dandelions, and he has a secret love for making wishes on them. He wishes that he could stand up to people sometimes, but he doesn't want to bother them, so he stays silent and tells himself that it could be worse. His favourite instrument that he can play is the cello, and he relished the ballroom dance lessons his mom briefly allowed him to take in preparation for the Selection. If he had a theme song, it would be Keep On Dancing by Rachel Bearer.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ❝ Keep on dancing. ❞

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