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(view spoiler)[ | Lucas | Carlston | House Farrow| Head Boy | 18 | Heterosexual |
| Nickname | Lucky |
| Face Claim | Logan Shroyer |
| Personality |
Lucas is always getting into some form of trouble, and getting out of it just as quickly. Though he's good at keeping the headmaster out of the loop, he values his position as head boy far to much. Lucas is always ready to laugh, to smile, to joke, no matter how real his amusement is. He hides is own problems by trying to be someone everyone wants to be. Popularity being something that he strives for and usually gets. He loses interest in those around him quickly, moving from friend group to friend group, girlfriend to girlfriend. It's his way of dealing with his family issues, of which there are a lot. Though he never tells anyone of his troubles, preferring to keep everything bottled up so that he doesn't have to face it. He hates the school, and is relieved that he won't be here for much longer. The school is everything he hated about his childhood, he never felt like he fit in here despite everything he did. It just didn't feel right. He lashes out when people get to close to the real him and not the show that he puts on for his own benefit. He doesn't like that someone could know what he feels beneath it all, it terrifies him in all honesty. He's vain in all honestly paying absurd amounts for the Italian suits that he wears often and only purchases the very best of what is available to him. He was brought up in money and it shows.
| Biography |
Lucas was born into a wealthy English, with his father having a seat in the House of Lords as the Earl of Carlston. He was the first born of the mother and father, making him the heir of his father's title. Something that he never wanted, but for his fathers sake he put's up with it. His mother was always quiet and reserved and was never very close to Lucas or his siblings. She had developed a rare for of dementia that caused her memory to come and go in waves. She rarely remembered her own children's names. Lucas and his younger siblings were brought up by their nana, a strict old woman who loved the children as if they were her own. She's the only person who knows the really Lucas beneath all those layers. Lucas had a luxurious childhood if not a completely normal one, his father spoiling his children in compensation for their never present mother. Yet it came as a huge blow to the family when his mother was murdered one night. The family had been out save for his mother, Lucas had been at a friends house and his father had taken the other kids to London for a friends party. When the family returned they found police blocking off the house and caring Lucas's dead mother out on a stretcher. It broke his father who had once been a lively man full of spirit. That man was still there but only partly, every now and then his father would return to his normal self. Though it wouldn't last, he would return to the depressed and cold man that walked the halls of his home, Carlston Manor, a great sadness weighing him down. Lucas tries his best to keep the family happy and jovial, but with little success. Now all Lucas can wait for is to graduate from Farrow, and get his own life away from his old one.
| Secrets |
(view spoiler)[ On the night that his mother died Lucas lied when he said he hadn't seen her. He had woken up in the dead of night to hear faint screaming and scratches appeared along his walls with every scream, he ran from his room. Yet everywhere he ran a shadow fallowed his an echoing scream that only he could hear following him. His father had been away on business and had taken the younger children with him. Before he'd left he'd told Lucas to look after his mother who had developed an early and rare type of dementia and couldn't take care of herself. He ran to his mothers room the shade still following him. Yet it had stopped screaming and now had started to laugh darkly or at least Lucas thought it was laughing. He ran to his mothers room to find her body, the walls coated in blood. That wasn't the worst thing he saw in the room, he saw another shadow one that look so much like his mother, hovering next to the body. He ran from the house, the ghost cackling behind him until he arrived at a friends house where he called the police, that he though a burglar had entered his home. The police came found the body, and put it down as a unprovoked murder. Lucas never told the truth of what he saw, fearing those around him would think him mad. (hide spoiler)]
|Do you believe in ghosts?|
"No, but if ghosts were real than Farrow is where they'd be."
|What do you think happened to Dawn?|
"Well officially she killed herself, but there's got to be more to it than that. Everyone is on edge because it."
|What are your thoughts on Elizabeth and the 'it girls'?|
"It's a group of girls who think there better than everyone, but there not to bad. Everyone here thinks there somewhat better than someone else. I won't lie I'm as arrogant as anyone here."
|Do you participate in any extracurricular activities, and if so, what are they?|
"I'm the captain of the fencing team here at Farrow. I know that's more of House Lamberts' specialty but I'm just talented."
| Playlist |
Hey Brother- Avicii
Wolf at your door- Chloe x Halle
Lost it all- Black Veil Brides
Black Black Heart-David Usher
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Flannery(view spoiler)[
Full Name: Flannery Yekaterina Caspian
Nickname(s): Flan, Flannel, Katyushka, Katenka, Katja, Kat (most people are welcome to use the first two, but she will spit curses at people who use the derivatives of her middle name without her express permission)
Age: 16
Year: 12
Gender: F
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Secret(s):
Appearance:
Personality: Flannery is a rule-breaker who marches –marches, not dances, mind you – to the beat of her own music. Trends, popularity, friends, cliques, clubs, and gossip all mean very little to her. In fact, all those things hold a total significance of zero in her opinion, except the occasional gossip. She never has the intention of continuing the lifespan of any gossip that reaches her ears, but she has no qualms about outright mocking anyone for anything. She will poke fun at any person, group, or idea for whatever reason. When people ask her why she hates a specific person or a certain group, she just shrugs and says something to the effect of ‘I hate everyone equally.’ This is pretty accurate most of the time. Flan despises all mainstream opinions, trends, and interests. She takes a particular pride in being vehemently anti-establishment and just generally rebellious, often simply for the sake of being rebellious or shocking. Since she is especially mouthy and sarcastic, she spends an unfortunate amount of time on the receiving end of lectures from various teachers (usually the English, History, and Social Sciences instructors) for failing to express her opinions in a manner that is respectful to the rest of the class. No matter the severity or amount of consequences that are administered to her, Flan doesn’t stop spouting smart-alecky comments, nor does she cease finding ways to skirt around the rules whenever it fits her purposes. She should not be mistaken for any kind of mastermind in that regard, though that doesn’t stop some people from assuming that she’s smarter than she really is. Finding ways around the rules are just one of the few instances of things she can focus on longer than her normal, incredibly brief attention span typically allows.
Although she possesses a short attention span, she can be impressively determined when it comes to certain things. Usually those sorts of things are nothing constructive and consist of dodging rules and doing the opposite of what is socially acceptable or what everyone else is doing. Otherwise, she has very limited focus when it comes to anything else. Getting her homework completed (especially if she thinks the assignment is stupid) is a daily struggle, and even if she isn’t saying something that might come off as rude or arrogant in class, she is, more often than not, a general disruption. If the class is of little to no interest to her or the material is boring, she eventually ends up doing something distracting to the teachers and other students whether it be tapping her feet, clicking her pen, fidgeting in her seat, or something else. This is largely unintentional, but can still be very annoying to the people around her.
Flannel has an opinion on just about everything. Most of the time it involves the word ‘stupid’ in some form or another. It seems there is very little that she takes seriously, and this idea is reinforced by the fact that she makes fun of everything about equally. Her essays are argumentative yet humorous, and some of the teachers secretly get a kick out of reading what she has to say, though they don’t usually tell her this to her face since they constantly admonish her for the problematic way she has of expressing her opinions in class. She doesn’t care whose opinion she is arguing against as long as she believes they are wrong
Do you believe in ghosts?:
What do you think happened to Dawn?: “Pretty sure I know what happened. She died.”
What are your thoughts on Elizabeth and the 'it girls'?: "Really? The It Girls? That's the best name they could come up with?"
Do you participate in any extracurricular activities, and if so, what are they?: Flannery prides herself on participating in absolutely zero extracurricular activities. As much as she dislikes teams, clubs, and sports, she has made it her own personal sport to see how many social events and extracurricular activities she can get away with avoiding.
Biography:
Important Miscellaneous Information:
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Matthias
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Full Name: Matthias Lucien Koehl
Nickname(s): M
Age: 17
Year: Twelve
Gender: M
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Secret(s):
Appearance:
Personality:
Do you believe in ghosts?:
What do you think happened to Dawn?:
What are your thoughts on Elizabeth and the 'it girls'?:
Do you participate in any extracurricular activities, and if so, what are they?: Hockey, hockey, and hockey.
Biography:
Important Miscellaneous Information:
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Full Name: Aurora Lianne Winters
Nickname(s): A, Aura
Age: Seventeen
Year: Twelve
Birth Gender: Female
Gender Identification: Female
Sexual Orientation: Panromantic Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single, much to her confusion and dismay
Secret(s): Aurora was once almost murdered by her own twin sister. Her parents sent her to this school so that she would be safe. As far as the world knows, Aurora's sister died in a house fire a few weeks before Aurora was sent here, and that is the story they have instructed Aurora to stick to.
Appearance:
Personality: "All the world's a stage." This is Aurora Winters summed up in one perfect sentence. Her whole life is an unscripted drama, and she has adapted well to her surroundings. Like the chameleon who can camouflage themselves to blend in with any surrounding, Aurora can play any part, or many parts at once. The strange thing about this is that she is not being insincere. This truly is the real Aurora. She is not acting, she is simply a walking form of art, a living theatre piece, a play that never ends.
As charismatic as G(a)linda, as romantic as Cosette. It is said that Aurora has shared at least one characteristic with each character she has played, from Nancy's courage to Mrs. Lovett's ingenuity. She usually tries her best in her lessons, though she is no great prodigy in mathematics or the sciences. Everybody knows that her strengths lie elsewhere -- in the arts, to be exact. Her family has a strong theatre background, so she cannot recall a time when the West End wasn't her goal. She dedicates her very existence to her aspiration of gracing the West End stage. When she is not in class, she is doing everything that she possibly can to improve her chances.
Do you believe in ghosts?: "Of course."
What do you think happened to Dawn?: "She was obviously raped, the blood makes that clear. Her rapist must have murdered her so that his secret would never get out. He didn't do a very good job though. He should have cleaned her up first, changed her nightgown....uh, sorry. I suppose I'm a bit too much of a Nancy Drew for my own good sometimes."
What are your thoughts on Elizabeth and the 'it girls'?: "Elizabeth? She's...amazing. Those girls are everything we should aspire to be. I mean, I'm pretty fabulous myself, but I'm only in their outer circle. Still, I think I'm one of her favourites, and I mean, who could blame her for liking me? Who wouldn't like me?"
Do you participate in any extracurricular activities, and if so, what are they?: "Well, there'd the drama club, obviously. And I'm the president, of course. I'm a soloist in choir. I'm on the dance team, I do yoga and I'm a cheerleader."
Biography:
Important Miscellaneous Information: Aurora always signs her name with a star, as a metaphor for herself. Her favourite drinks are tea and champagne. Her favourite colour is pink. She has an incredible vocal range that stretches from the bottom note in 'Maybe This Time' to the second highest note in 'The Phantom of the Opera.' She is head of Montague House. (hide spoiler)]
Hazel C. Roussel - Part One(view spoiler)[
Full Name: Hazel Christina Roussel
Nickname(s): Haze
Age: 16
Year: Eleven
Gender: F
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Secret(s):
Appearance: Hazel’s red-brown locks of hair fall in natural curls down to her shoulder blades, but she prefers to tie it up in a tight ponytail or messy bun with a few wispies framing her face. If she has the time, she likes to put her hair up in a French twist or experiment with braids. Her eyes are deep, emerald green with miniscule, sepia veins near the centers of the irises. Her skin is pale and creamy, and at one time in the not-so-distant past it was without blemishes, unless you counted the birthmark in the general shape of a fish behind her right shoulder. Now she has a few scars and some bruises, but she always covers them up with as much concealer as possible. She has a heart-shaped face with full, pink lips and a slightly turned up nose splattered with a few freckles. Her cheekbones are high and prominent, and she has small ears, a petite forehead, and gorgeous, long eyelashes. She has a slender frame, and her height is about 5’7. She weighs roughly 103 pounds thanks to her petite build, flat stomach, and regular exercise routines. She has a torso, which has always been exceptionally slim, that is proportional to the rest of her body and a small chest. She’s moderately curvy, and her shoulders and neck are slender. Her hands are small with short fingers and neatly kept nails which are usually painted with bright colors and sparkles or glitter. Her toenails are similarly adorned, though it is sometimes difficult with more intricate designs since her ankles, feet, and toes are unusually small even for someone of her height. She has several ear piercings, including cartilage, and three tattoos. The first one is a single, red rose on the inside of her right ankle, and the second one is a collection of stars on the back of her left shoulder. The third and last one is an angel weeping over an empty cradle with the name ‘Stellaluna’ beneath it in gorgeous script, and it is on her left arm.
Hazel’s favorite color is sky blue, and she can almost always be seen wearing something of that color whether it be a dress, a necklace, or a hairband. She loves glitter, sequins, rhinestones, and anything sparkly, and she loves shoes and sweaters almost as much. She normally wears dresses a little above her knees in bright colors or pastels and either sparkly sandals, ankle boots with a little heel, or nude heels. She also likes to wear delicate blouses with skirts or sometimes jeans for casual things. She is never seen without an abundance of accessories from handbags to earrings to hair combs and clips. She also loves to experiment with cosmetics for all kinds of cool eye makeup. She normally wears sweaters or jackets as well but mostly to hide her arm tattoo from curious eyes. She doesn’t want anyone asking her about it.
Personality: On the outside Hazel seems like a bubbly, extroverted, outgoing girl, but one of her biggest secrets is that it’s mostly an act. She is naturally cheerful and likes to make new friends and meet new people, but she isn’t as confident as she pretends to be. When she is around others, she seems happy and carefree, though a bit quirky at times, and she loves to go out with her friends and spend time with them. A fun-loving girl, she loves exploring and travelling and especially enjoys the nightlife of large cities. She is a bit of a nerd at times, but most of her friends find it cute or endearing. She sometimes spouts random facts, mostly about computers or science, but she just can’t help it. She loves to share the things she find interesting or cool and the new things she learns. This is how Hazel appears to nearly everyone who knows or meets her.
Beneath the overly happy mask she wears, her true personality lies. She still possesses a cheerful nature, but she is happy in a quiet way. Most of her interests are the same: travelling, exploring, reading, and learning, but she lacks confidence. When she is alone, anxiety and depression control her life, and things that happened in her past haunt her every step. Because of this, she prefers to be around her friends whenever she can.
Even when she is not alone, she still feels some anxiety lurking in the back of her mind. This manifests in her being hyper aware of her surroundings. She is always looking for all possible exits, hiding spaces, and anyone acting suspicious or unusual. She will also never go anywhere alone if it is dark out or if she is in an unfamiliar place or area. While she is mistrusting of others, her need for male attention often distorts her better judgment, and her anxiety lessens or is overridden when she is around those she is attracted to. She can be a bit of a flirt when she is interested in someone, but as of late not so much.
She gets frustrated and impatient with herself easily and can forgive almost anyone except herself. Even though she has vowed to be more careful with boys, she knows that nothing will really change, and this causes much agony and self-hatred on her part. Every time she gets hurt, she swears to not to make the same mistakes that put her in that miserable situation, but time and time again her desire for attention wins out in the end. She doesn’t understand how to break the cycle and goes through alternating phases of fierce resistance and resigning herself to her fate.
None of this is helped by the fact that though she tries to be guarded, she is naïve and gullible. With a moderate amount of persistence it is easy to trick her, and her will falters at the sight of a handsome or pretty face. She can be easily pressured into many things except for her few, strong convictions with kind words, a sincere smile, or threat of violence, though she does not yet realize this about herself. Perhaps if she did, it might shed some light on why she always ends up in disastrous relationships.
Hazel is not among the bravest, but she is more courageous than she gives herself credit for. While she has let herself be talked out of many things or pressured into staying silent, there is a quiet courage in her. Moving back to attend Farrow again, doing well in school, and several other big steps she has accomplished all on her own with no kind of outside help from anyone as she does not like to accept charity unless she absolutely has no other choice.
The last important thing to know about Hazel is that she is rarely – if ever – violent. She may be quickly and easily angered or irritated at times, but she also calms down just as easily and swiftly. She would rather hurt herself first than hurt others, and even seeing animals in pain breaks her heart. There are very few times she has done anything with any semblance to violence, but nearly every time it was an act of protection and not defiance. She is a pacifist at heart, but there was once one for whom she would do almost anything to protect.
Do you believe in ghosts?:
What do you think happened to Dawn?:
What are your thoughts on Elizabeth and the 'it girls'?:
Do you participate in any extracurricular activities, and if so, what are they?: Science Club, Math Club, Cheerleading, Yoga
Biography: Hazel grew up as an only child with both parents, who sadly were absent for much of her life. Her mother, Hannah, was a big shot physicist at a research lab, and her father, Elias, was the vice president of a major pharmaceuticals company. They both loved Hazel dearly, but their careers kept them busy. Still, they tried their best in her early years to make time for her and hired a full-time nanny to take care of her while they were working. They instilled in her a love of learning and exploring at a young age, and they did their best to be supportive and encouraging in all her pursuits as she grew.
Hazel’s nanny was a young woman named Amelia who loved children and travelling. The two of them bonded quickly, and Amelia became one of Hazel’s favorite playmates. Sometimes they would spend much time in Amelia’s room on the second floor (Hazel’s parents gave her room and board in return for her being on call 24/7) admiring all the photos and magazines and posters of different places all over the world with Hazel asking endless questions. Amelia always patiently answered them all to the best of her ability and, as Hazel got older, encouraged her charge to find out the answers to which questions she had no answers for herself. When Hazel was little, the questions were easy: why do birds sing? What is it like in Paris? How far away is the moon? But when she was older, the questions got deeper and more challenging: Why is there so much violence and war and ugliness in the world? How do you know when you’re in love? Does anything have meaning? What am I supposed to do with my life? Who decides what is right and wrong? Amelia answered as best she could, but Hazel started to get the feeling that her friend and nanny was holding something back.
Hazel’s parents were both ardent materialists and raised her with the same values. She was surrounded by family and friends who held to the same opinions and beliefs, and she inherited her parents’ righteous anger and rejection of all religions and anything to do with the supernatural. It was not spoken about much during her younger years, and the subject never came up among her circle of friends. Even as a young child, she easily made friends and collected them like some girls collected dolls. As she grew older she prided herself on both the number and all the different types of friends she had made.
Although she saw her extended family often, she neither liked nor got along well with them. Her cousins were all older than her and probably cared less for her than she did for them. They used to tease and scare her when she was younger, and though Amelia told her not to pay them any mind, it still hurt. At the time she didn’t understand how family could act that way towards each other when families were supposed to be kind, encouraging, and safe. Her relationship with her extended family didn’t get any better as she got older. Her cousins and aunts and uncles didn’t understand her, and she didn’t understand them either. She wasn’t athletic, competitive, or anything like her extended family. She was artsy, book smart, nerdy, and girly: the opposite of all her cousins, aunts, and uncles. To their credit, her cousins did mature over the years, but they just didn’t have anything in common with her. Unfortunately, they ended up spending a lot of time together.
In her early teenage years, Hazel was invited to a dungeons and dragons game by one of her friends. She didn’t know much about it, but she never turned down an invitation. To her surprise, she had a very good time and decided to go again. She loved being creative and drawing her characters and so became a regular player for a couple of years. Her cousins didn’t know much about the game and tried to learn a little about it by reading a wikipedia article. They asked her questions and then told her she didn’t know much about the game when the play style she described didn’t reflect what they had read online. Hazel still curses wikipedia to this day, though she ended up leaving the group because of some drama between the players and hasn’t played since.
Friends came and went as they do during their teenage years, but Amelia remained a constant friend to Hazel throughout it all. Hazel was still wondering and worrying over what it was that Amelia wasn’t telling her and finally decided she had to know. One morning she caught Amelia journaling in her room, so she sat down next to her on the sun-warmed window seat and began asking questions as usual.
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Hazel C. Roussel - Part Two(view spoiler)[
History cont'd: She found Amelia’s worldview quite fascinating since it was so different from her own, so she started there. Eventually, Amelia started to hesitate, so Hazel pressed her albeit gently, questioning why she thought the way she did. Her concern grew when Amelia got up, looked up and down the hallway, and closed the door gently before returning to the window seat. In a quiet voice, she informed Hazel that she was never to repeat any of what she was about to say to anyone. Hazel nodded solemnly and promised to remain silent. Amelia told her that her parents had made her employment contingent on her remaining silent about her religious beliefs. Her parents had not wanted her to be corrupted by religious fantasies and fairytales. Amelia revealed her religious beliefs to Hazel and offered to take her out for coffee later. Hazel quickly agreed and spent the rest of the day pondering the things Amelia had told her. Her parents had always encouraged her to learn and grow and think for herself, so why didn’t they trust her to decide what she thought about religion for herself? Now that she thought about it she realized that she knew very little about any religion at all, and she had to believe that was at least partly her parents’ doing. Hazel did not like to be controlled or manipulated, and at that moment that was how she felt.
That evening Amelia took her out to a quiet coffee shop to discuss Hazel’s thoughts and ideas. Hazel ended up enjoying the conversation, and it appeared that Amelia did too. This became a weekly tradition the two of them shared for many years, and they asked questions and explored and grew together. Eventually, Hazel came to share Amelia’s faith, though she never shared it with her parents or anyone else. It has remained a secret she’s never revealed to anyone even to this day.
Hazel entered high school at Farrow with much anticipation and was overjoyed when she got her first boyfriend. Of course she was just as heartbroken when they broke up, but she was happy to finally know what it felt like to have any sort of male attention. She had drifted further and further away from her parents in recent months, still feeling hurt and betrayed that they hadn’t trusted her to make her own decisions. After all, this was her life, and they couldn’t live it for her. So, she started seeking out more attention and gained a reputation for being a flirt. However, she could never seem to find anyone who was interested enough in her to go out with her more than a couple of times. This led to her getting more desperate for attention and affection, and like the way sharks can smell blood in the water a mile away, boys of questionable character noticed her. Hazel was delighted by the interest they showed in her and was more than happy to be going steady with a boy in the grade above her: Remy Carson.
Remy came from a rich home with career-parents like Hazel, and she admired his rebellious streak, feeling it ignite a spark within her own home life. He introduced her to his own friend group, and she found herself spending more time with them than with her other friends and even Amelia. Sometimes the things they did or said made her uncomfortable, but every instinct in her screamed at her to just go with the flow and act like she was fine with it. When it was just her and Remy, she felt more comfortable and less pressured. Many times when she was around Remy and his friends, they liked to pull off daring pranks and dangerous stunts, coaxing Hazel to join in the fun. Sometimes she enjoyed the rush of adrenaline she felt around them, but other times she felt that she hated herself and them. She didn’t enjoy smoking, but she didn’t like the look Remy got in his eyes when she tried to refuse a cigarette around his friends. She also certainly did not like the way she smelled afterwards nor did she appreciate the taste of alcohol or the way it clouded her thinking. More and more she began to prefer to spend time with Remy alone. When they were alone, he didn’t mind if she didn’t want to smoke or only had a few sips of whatever alcoholic drink he was chugging. On weeknights when his parents worked late, she snuck out and spent the evenings at his house, telling her friends that she was visiting Amelia or one of her other friends from outside of Farrow (her friends had no knowledge of her boyfriend). She spent as much time with him as possible, and during the long, cold winter nights, she was curled up under heavy blankets in front of a blazing fire with her head leaning on his shoulder until the sky was just starting to lighten for the day. Then she would slip back inside her own room at Farrow, creeping past the other, silent rooms. Whenever she and Remy snuck out and spent the night elsewhere, she made sure to text one of her friends at school, saying that she was staying out late with one of her girlfriends.
Hazel’s relationship with Remy was much more physical than any of her previous relationships, but she didn’t mind at all. She liked the affection and attention he gave her, and she loved the way he told her he loved her like it was the easiest thing in the world. She’d never thought that anyone could love her like he claimed to. However, their relationship came to an end right after Christmas.
Hazel could tell that Christmas was a hard time for Remy. His parents were even more absent than hers, and he spent most of the holiday season feeling miserable and lonely. She tried to cheer him up as best she could, but more often than not he preferred alcohol over her. The night after Christmas Day, she let herself into his house to spend time with him as they had planned, and she could immediately tell that he had had too much to drink already. Nevertheless, she stayed and sat down next to him in front of the fireplace. She tried to talk to him, but he was only interested in one thing. And it was most definitely not talking. Hazel discerned what he wanted from the way he kissed her and from the places his hands wandered, and she knew she did not want to do that with him. She told him no and resisted, but this only served to anger him. She managed to escape his grasp and backed away, but he responded by striking her hard across the face. Hazel yelped in pain and fled, thanking her lucky stars that he was too drunk to do anything more than stumble in her vague direction. She never entered his house again and hung out with Amelia for the majority of what remained of the winter break.
The first day of school in the spring she planned to formally break up with him, but she was off-put by the way people were looking at her. Was she just imagining it? Where they whispering about her or was she just being paranoid? When she sat down to lunch with her friends, she could have sworn that they had been talking about her before she arrived. Later, one of her close friends approached her and informed her about the rumors going around about her. Apparently Remy had been telling anyone who would listen that they had been sleeping together, but he had dumped her when he caught her with his best friend over the Christmas break. Hazel gasped at the revelation. None of that was true. She had never slept with him or his best friend. She had met his best friend, Taylor Davorin, and he had always been nice to her. But nothing intimate had ever occurred between them. He had always remained respectful of her, and the two of them had only ever been good friends.
In biology lab, she sat alone, nervous and trying to pretend like she didn’t notice her classmates staring at her and whispering. Remy had been her lab partner last semester, but now she would probably have to work alone. Science had always been one of her best subjects, so she knew she would do just fine without a lab partner. It was just socially the kiss of death. To her surprise, someone sat next to her right as the bell rang. It was Taylor of all people. She must have looked as astonished as she felt because he offered her a sympathetic smile and shrugged. Whatever caused him to sit by her was a mystery to her (and apparently everyone else in the class), but at least she might still have one friend. While her other friends wouldn’t outright ignore her and still let her sit at their lunch table, she could sense the unease, and she noticed how they tried to avoid her.
After classes, she ran into Taylor outside the school. She had gone to a coffee shop to get a jump start on her homework as usual when she’d spotted him sitting in a corner doing presumably the same thing she was. Never one to be rude, she smiled politely at him and turned back to her work, not expecting him to take it as an invitation to join her. He sat down on the opposite side of her table with his books and flashed her an awkward grin. The two of them worked in silence until Taylor decided to say something. He told her that Remy had called him after Christmas Day while he was still drunk and had spilled everything in a somewhat unintelligible ramble. However, he had been able to put the pieces together once school started back up after the holidays and once the rumors started circulating through the halls. He went on to tell Hazel that he thought Remy had behaved exceedingly poorly and that he felt bad that none of her friends were being particularly supportive. Hazel thanked him for taking her side when it seemed no one else was willing to even hear her side of things, and then the conversation turned to homework. Taylor, offering her a sheepish smile, asked for help with the biology assignments, knowing that she was one of the better students in the class from spending the whole lab with her. Hazel was more than happy to help, and by the end of the afternoon, both of them had decided to partner up as study buddies. Being much better at literature and history, Taylor could help her in those subjects while she could aid him in math and science. Once the initial awkwardness faded away, they made a pretty good team.
Her friends continued to be distant around her, but now that she had the option of hanging out with Taylor, it didn’t bother her as much anymore. It was still uncomfortable sometimes since they shared classes and some of the same extracurricular activities, but often Taylor was nearby to rescue her from whatever ill-veiled insults they threaded into their words towards her. Clubs she once looked forward to above all else became less enjoyable since she was forced to be around her old friends for long periods of time. She knew they were whispering about her when they thought she wasn’t looking or out of earshot, and it required all her self-control to keep it together and pretend like she hadn’t noticed. They “forgot” to invite her to social events and study groups, and sometimes they even didn’t bother to inform her of club meetings or other club-related occasions. After most meetings, she hid in her room and cried. Some of the other students in the math and science clubs had been her good friends, and now they usually excluded her from nearly everything. During one of her study sessions with Taylor after Math Club (in which she had found out that they had neglected to tell her about an extra meeting the previous week), she accidentally let loose a comment about the cattiness that had been going on in the club. Genuinely concerned, he prodded her for more information, and she ended up telling him several of the things that had happened ever since the spring semester started. She could tell he was extremely irritated by all of it, and he started waiting for her to get out of the various clubs she belonged to in order to hang out with her. If it had been an especially bad day, he let her cry and then took her out for coffee or bought her some of her favorite candies to help her feel better.
Eventually, Taylor asked her out, and Hazel accepted.
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History cont'd: He was far more respectful and polite to her than Remy had ever been, and she often wondered why he had been friends with her ex-boyfriend in the first place. Simply put, Remy was a jerk, and Taylor was a gentleman. When she asked him about it, he shrugged and told her that their families were close friends. Something in his voice told Hazel that he didn’t really want to talk about it, so she didn’t ask any further questions. Besides, he was so kind, sweet, and attentive to her that it didn’t matter much. She was also afraid she would mess things up for herself and didn’t want to push him. In reality, there wasn’t actually much of anything she could do that would alter how he treated her or felt about her, but her experiences with Remy lingered in the back of her mind. Sometimes back when she was dating Remy, he would yell at her or threaten to break up with her if she asked him too many questions about things he didn’t want to discuss. And while Taylor had never done that or anything like it, she still had this irrational fear snaking through her subconscious thoughts.
The semester came to an end, and Hazel was pleased to see she’d earned high marks in the majority of her classes. She and Taylor made plans to spend time together over the summer, and she was all too happy to pack her suitcases and head for home in order to obtain some much needed respite from all the school drama. Of course, at home she was mostly left to her own devices since her parents usually worked late, and Amelia had moved out long ago once she’d started attending Farrow. After a week of watching tv, reading her books, and feeling lonely, she decided to pay Amelia a visit. The two of them made arrangements to meet up at one of the coffee shops they used to frequent, and Hazel could hardly stop herself from tackling her longtime friend in excitement. Most of the conversation was light. Amelia wanted to know how Hazel’s semester had been and how she had done in her classes, and Hazel inquired about Amelia’s travel plans. At that point, Amelia regaled her with stories of South Korea, which was where she had spent most of her spring, and Hazel could do nothing but commit every detail to memory in awe and fascination. She still hoped to travel all over the world someday like Amelia had done. Near the end of the afternoon, Hazel blurted out something she had been wanting to ask her friend for a long time. At Farrow, rumors of ghosts and spirits abounded, and she wanted to know Amelia’s thoughts on the matter. Her former nanny assured her without a doubt that supernatural things like spirits and angels and demons existed, even if they weren’t always visible to the human eye. Hazel nodded, recalling a verse she and Amelia had read during their old Bible studies about invisible wars being fought all around. Amelia also went on to explain that every person has an immaterial soul that lives on even once a person’s physical body has died. Although most believers in ghosts and spirits knew that already, Hazel had grown up being taught that the material world was all there ever was and ever will be by her parents. In fact, the concept had been drummed into her at a very young age. While Amelia herself expressed some hesitation about there actually being ghosts haunting Farrow, Hazel was not so sure. She had heard too many strange stories at the academy, and a few times she thought she had seen a flicker of… something. Of course, it was possible that there was a perfectly rational explanation, but more than once she could not shake the feeling of being watched even when she knew she was alone. Seeing Amelia’s skepticism, she didn’t bring up her experiences at the school. Instead, she decided to talk about Taylor. Amelia was wary at first since she knew that Taylor had been good friends with Remy, but once Hazel finished telling her about how he had been there for her and all the nice things he’d done for her, her friend approved. On that happy note, the hang out came to a close, and Hazel returned home, feeling much better and less lonesome.
Later that week, she received a text from Taylor, who wanted to know if she would be interested in doing something fun. Immediately, she said yes, and he invited her over to his house to watch movies and play games. She took great care in selecting her outfit and styling her hair and decided to walk to his home since he lived very close to her own house. The door swung open before she even had a chance to knock, and a grinning Taylor swept her up in his arms and set her down inside. He introduced her to his younger sister, Olivia, and his two Australian Shepherds, and before she knew it, Hazel had been shown to the couch and handed a plastic bowl of popcorn. Olivia joined them in watching comedies and playing board or card games, but Hazel didn’t mind at all. Being an only child, it was nice to hang out with Taylor and his sister. Even though she had always had Amelia for company growing up, it wasn’t exactly the same as having a younger brother or sister.
When supper loomed near, Hazel started to excuse herself to go back home, but Taylor would have none of it. His father would be home soon, and he was an excellent cook. Taylor was true to his word; his father made the most delicious lasagna she’d ever had. His father seemed to like her and invited her back sometime afterwards, much to her delight. She could never remember a time that either of her parents ever cooked. Usually Amelia made her meals, and her parents went out to dinner with colleagues and friends.
Taylor insisted on walking her home since it was now dark outside, and he lent her his jacket when he noticed her shivering slightly. Thinking that she would be back before supper, Hazel had only worn a sheer cardigan, and the chilly, night air nipped at her skin. He escorted her up to her doorstep and saw her safely inside before kissing her softly and vanishing into the dark. Hazel nearly had a heart attack, not having expected the kiss, and practically danced all the way up the stairs to her bedroom. She could barely sleep for being so thrilled and wound-up, but once she finally fell into a blissful slumber, she slept soundly until morning.
When she awoke the following morning, the first thing she did was check her cell phone and was more than pleased to see that Taylor had sent her a message. Skipping downstairs to make herself a bowl of cereal, she texted him back and then settled down to read one of her favorite books while she waited for him to reply. Eventually, he did reply, but not quite in the way she expected him to. Instead of texting her back, he called her. She let it ring a moment to collect her composure and then answered it on the third ring. They talked for over an hour about various topics: last night, his dogs, Olivia, Hazel’s cousins, Amelia, movies, books, their other summer plans, and several other things. At the end of the conversation, they made plans to go to dinner tomorrow night, and Hazel was very much looking forward to it. She had never gone on many real dates when she was with Remy. His idea of a good time had been getting into trouble with his friends or hanging out at his house. Even though it was just a casual thing, she was very much filled with eager anticipation, especially since Taylor had suggested one of her favorite places, knowing that she loved to go there.
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(view spoiler)[ Full Name: Natalia RosebuseNickname(s): Nat, Rosy
Age: 16
Year: ten
Birth Gender: Female
Gender Identification: Female
Sexual Orientation: bicurious
Relationship Status: single
Secret(s): (view spoiler)[Natalia has been used as a personal prostitute, as well as a punching bag for her stepfather and his sons. (hide spoiler)]
Appearance:
Natalia is quite the beautiful damsel, enough so to be rewarded with an admiring second glance by a passerby. However, she hides her curvy figure behind baggy sweatpants and over sized men's T-shirts. Sometimes, when walking down the streets, she utilizes her butt length, beautiful dark curls to cover any exposed flesh. Afraid people would recognize her bold gray eyes, brimmed with such thick kohl lashes. However, her stepfather humiliates her each day by forcing her to wear slutty, revealing clothing. Showing off her perfect round bust with a little heart tattoo with her mother's name enscribed between her cleavage. With that in mind, Arthur, her stepfather, favors tight mini dresses that show off her "best" quality. That juicy huge ass that forces the dress to hike up and reveal her caramel butt cheeks to the world. Natalia was preened to be perfect by her sadistic father figure. Her nails are filed to an even length, and filled with bold red polish to match the colour of her lips. Her body is completely erased of any body or facial hair, besides her finely plucked eyebrows. This process Arthur takes care of himself by a new product that does not require being near a laser. It hurts awfully and does leave cuts in more sensitive areas, which is why he uses poor Natalia as a lab rat. Yet still making her appear beautiful and perfect.
Personality: "With an ass that don't quit." This phrase quite literally applies not only to her plump back end, but to her personality. Natalia although broken like a horse by her stepfather, still retains the need to be strong and never show weakness to someone who does not deserve her shame. By this, she forces herself not to shed a single tear, even when deeply humiliated by him, nor does she cry out when he beats her until bloody, nor when he or his sons take advantage of her body for the night. Her mind immediately turns off in such a situation, her mind and body numb to there painful suckles and nibbles to either her neck or chest, or the penetration itself. The sooner it's done the better. However, when alone with her thoughts, in the safety of her room, she cries and throws the things they give her as payment in the trash. Yet, she isn't as strong as she hopes, she shakes horribly when speaking to someone, her body flinches as if struck, when someone lightly grazes her arm. She's not happy, nor should she be, she'd like nothing better than to be dead, to be with her recently departed mother. Suicide has definitely crossed her mind a number of times before, but she can never bring herself to do so. What would she gain? Nothing, but appearing like a wealthy rich snob whom killed herself because her loving stepfather didn't spoil her enough.
Do you believe in ghosts?: "I wish I could become one.... Does that count?"
What do you think happened to Dawn?: "I don't know, I'm not one to assume anything."
What are your thoughts on Elizabeth and the 'it girls'?: "I love them. I admire Elizabeth's strength after her sister passed. I wish I could be so lucky."
Do you participate in any extracurricular activities, and if so, what are they?:
Biography: Her mother, Chanterelle Rosebuse, was an African American women whom was born in a middle class family in Ghana. That all unraveled when she fell in love with a man who'd arrived from the states, his skin as white as a freshly painted canvas. There love had been a secret, as there love was a forbidden one. But alas, the brief moment of such divine euphoria was destroyed by a choice of either choosing her beloved, or being disowned by her entire family. Clearly, Chantel had chosen her love, blindly following him to the states. Only to be disillusionized by his disappearance by the mention of a mere unborn child. With nothing but a few dollars to her name, and a baby growing in her stomach. Chantel worked hard to find honest work. Eventually sealing a job sewing clothes for a small clothing business. The manager favored Chantel for her grand beauty and growing baby fat curves. Thus allowing her to bring her baby to work with an exception that he lay with her. With nothing more with a nod and tears, she allowed this man to grope her most feminine areas. The cooing Natalia in a basket while the man molested her mother.
Years passed by, Chantel still being used as nothing but an object for sexual purposes by her boss. This man humiliating her each day, throwing wads of cash toward her bruised and marked naked figure, bound on his desk, then thanking her for her "service's." Meanwhile, the pretty girl with wild curly pigtails hovered by her mother's work station, wondering why her ma was being kept for so long. Natalia was too young to understand what was going on, but she was entertained by the only friend her mother had made at that firm. Kendra always offered her a warm broken smile when the creepy boss man took her mother away each morning. The woman was petite, more bones then skin really, it seemed possible that when a strong wind passed through she would be swept away like sand. Everything seemed hopeless for the family, until Kendra finally caved from seeing Chantel slave herself to the boss.
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| Micheal | Astely | House "Unkown" | Student | Age | Sexuality |
| Nickname | Mike |
| Face Claim | Name of Face Claim |
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Siblings, Siblings, this is my sibling, These are my brothers
This is our sister.
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[ Kenja Ben
] Sixteen ] Twelfth Year ]
] Female (She/Her) ] Hetersexual ] Tired of being protected
] Elegance is her name, Dancing is her game ]
⊛Secret⊛ WARNING. SENSITIVE TOPICS ARE MENTIONED. (view spoiler)[ Kenja’s eldest brother, Keith, was overjoyed to hear of her and her now ex’s break up. When Kenja was sobbing and seeking comfort, Keith turned up. Yet, he comforted her in, a disgusting way. He would, do things to her. Claimed he was doing it ”to make her feel good”. In short. Her brother had sex with her on a few occasions and at one point, impregnated her. She lives with the feeling of disgust and the burden of knowing she kilt a child. (hide spoiler)]
⊛Personality
Kenja (much to her brother’s warnings ) has been hurt in a former relationship. She has low self-esteem. She finds it difficult to protect herself and feels that if a man pays her intense attention she should give in to his demands because he might be her last or only chance for an intimate relationship.
Isolated
She feels that she is alone and that no one understands her predicament. She tends to isolate herself out of fear of angering her partner if she has friends. She often feels uneasy around other people, especially authority figures and individuals with strong, assertive personalities. Even though she isolates herself, she is fearful of rejection and abandonment.
Super-responsible or super-irresponsible behavior
She takes responsibility for solving others' problems or expects others to be responsible for solving hers. This is not surprising, since her abuser tells her that his abuse is her fault. She may wait for someone (including God) to save her from her abusive relationship. This enables her to avoid being responsible for her own life and choices.
Co-dependent
She has difficulty with intimacy, security, trust, and commitment in her relationships. Because her abuser has made her focus on his needs, wishes, and requirements, she often loses sight of who she is as an individual.
In short; Kenja is a fragile person. Having been in an abusive relationship in the past for so long took a toll on her mind and body. She flinches very often, and the littlest of movement in her direction causes her to coward back.
⊛History
Eight years ago, a family of four arrived at the doorstep of an adoption center in Seattle. Two boys, each separated by two years, looked around in curiosity. They wondered why they were there. Weren’t they going shopping or something?
The mother of the two smiled, waving the boys over as she stepped to the door. “Now boys, your father and I wanted to surprise you with this..” she bit her lip and looked at them. “You are gonna have a sister very soon.”
The parents had been looking for months for a daughter fitting their needs, and when they were just about to give up, they were emailed saying a girl was just brought in from some, house that was meant to be torn down.
The little girl was named Kenja Ben Penlop. And odd name for a beautiful little girl... She was just a tad bit dirty.
So, flash foreword six and a half years into the future. After almost a year relationship of abuse and neglect. Kenja suffers from it all. Her parents, having contacted the boy’s family and sending him off to some private school, and of course, suing him.
Keith, as mentioned, did something. Somethings, to comfort dear Kenja, while Kyle isolated himself from his older siblings, having never liked Kenja in the first places. Yet that didn’t mean he pitied her, and protected her.
Now here they are. The three joined the academy when Kenja was 16. The siblings have been at the academy for a year now.
⊛ Physical attributes ⊛
⊛ Extracurriculars
> Archery Team
> Dance Team - Vice Captain
> ( Female ) Hockey Team
do you believe in ghosts?
‶Yes.. unlike my brothers.. I think they’re real.. ″
what do you think happened to dawn?
‶I think she wanted to die.. that someone was kind enough to assist her needs, but went too far..″
what are your thoughts on elizabeth and the 'it girls'? “They’re pretty.. I admire Elizabeth for being able to bounce back from her sister’s passing. I try to be nice when I can to her..”
[ Keith Fen Lamson ] Doggie
] 17 ] Year Twelve ]
] Male (he/him) ] Heterosexual ] Protective Older Brother
] The Stereotypical “Jock”
⊗Secret⊗ (view spoiler)[ As stated with Kenja, Keith has done a few things to his adopted sister. (hide spoiler)]
⊗ Personality
The Bad Boy: the irresistible rogue who has the dizzying ability to drive women wild" with a "laissez-faire attitude about life and love"
Keith is an aggressive player. When it comes to hockey and swim, he pushes himself beyond the limits of others expectations. Every game, Keith outdo’s himself every time. He became captain of the hockey team for this very reason. He knows how to get others to push themselves to be better than before. Keith knows how to dig deep into another and find what drives them.
Although Keith is a passionate player, he doesn’t take certain things lightly. If he ever gets called out of carded, he’ll be glaring at whoever did it. He’s a bit of a sore looser, having put his mind into this, state of “Do it right, or don’t do it at all.” With a father who pushed him a bit too much, he’s the same with his team. Each practice is merciless. Even the younger players have to participate in the workouts far too difficult for them.
In short; Keith doesn’t know how to relax. He thrives on other’s success, knowing that some of them pushed themselves because he pushed them. It brings him a sense of pride.
⊗ History
Keith was born on April 17th of a year of wealth.
Where? Obviously in a luxurious hospital close to the heart of Hollywood, of course. For Pete’s sake, his parents were the Adam and Jennifer Lamson! Hello? Famous directors, actors. Anybody?
Keith grew up side-by-side with his older brother, Kyle. Often, people mistook them for different ages. It was a running joke at first that Keith was the eldest child, but it soon got very annoying.
Everything was perfect, until the day they showed up at the adoption center. Lord have mercy, Keith might’ve only been nine, but he knew what the fuck this meant. He had a sister. Not good. It was a difficult adjustment on all of them. He no longer had all the attention on him when it came to sports. Kenja was a, natural athlete. He had to share the shelves for trophies that was meant for him. Soon, the amount his younger sister was given, rivaled his. He hated her, and her stupid boyfriend. Hated his older brother. Hated his dogs and house. He really just, hated Kenja.
Then.. her heart was broken.
At first, Keith didn‘t know what to feel. Happy? Annoyed? He wouldn’t have to see that bitch named Mike anymore.. but.. Kenja was hurting so much. It hurt him.
So he did what he could, and distracted her in a way he knew that would take her mind away from it all.
Now, here he is, happily at the top of his team, and happily single and notorious for breaking hearts.
But, his has yet to be broken.
⊗ Physical Attributes ⊗
⊗ Extracurriculars
> (Male) Swim Team
> (Male) Hockey Team - Captain
“Look, I know Mattie wants to be cap’ and all. I’d let him if it weren’t for the fact my father would beat my siblings asses, so.. sorry kid. You’ll get it next year, I guarantee it.”
do you believe in ghosts?
“Not really..?”
what do you think happened to dawn?
‶Well, I think she was kilt. Simple as that. With that eye popped out like a pen cap, that shit isn’t natural..″
what are your thoughts on elizabeth and the 'it girls'?
“They’re cute ‘n shit.”
[ Kyle Renn Lamson ] Smartass
] 18 ] Year Thirteem ]
] Male (he/him) ] Gay ] Protective Sassy Brother ]
] I don’t know how to politely tell you to fuck off.
⊚ Secret ⊚ (view spoiler)[ Kyle is a closed off person, yes, but that doesn’t mean that he can’t express himself at times. He doesn’t have anything secretive about him really- other than he’s really a know-it-all when it comes to different shades of colors. (hide spoiler)]
⊚ Personality
This boy is a sassy mess. He wouldn’t challenge Princess, no. He respects the man. Kyle is a very intelligent person. He knows what to do, and how to do it. If you need help, ask him! But be warned, he’s that one sarcastic friend that knows how to get people riled up.
The boy is very well-mannered, in fact he’s a bit of a teacher’s pet. He enjoys helping out the staff when he can- if it means he gets a good word in to others, or a few extra points. Despite this though, he has a bit of a foul tongue. If you get him going, it’s hard to get him to stop. So, it would just be best to put your hands up and slowly walk away and let him have at it.
⊚ History
⊚ Physical Attributes
⊚ Extracurriculars
> Drama Society
> Treasurer- Student Council
do you believe in ghosts?
‶Indeed, it’s been scientifically proven that this place is a magnet for fucking bullshit. ″
what do you think happened to dawn?
‶Death. Simple as that.″
what are your thoughts on elizabeth and the 'it girls'?
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[ Cain Xean Smith ] “Big Bear” ;
25 x Male x Hetero Demisexual x Single
Russian Language Teacher
♔ “I’d love to run an extracurricular activity or two! As long as it’s sports related. I can manage those monsters with ease!”
♔ “Er... if I’d like to be a House Parent..? Just depends on which house..”
♔ Do you believe in ghosts? “Is that really what they’re blaming those mass murders on? Yes of course I believe in ghosts, but let them be!”
♔ What do you think really happened to Dawn?:“
♔ Thoughts on Elizabeth and her friends?: “
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♔ Biography:
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Name name name
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stay calm, that spider isn’t analyzing you.. it’s just watching for some stupid flies.
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Full Name: Ophira H. Vennella
Nickname(s): Goldilocks
Age: Seventeen
Year: Twelve
Birth Gender: Female
Gender Identification: Female
Sexual Orientation: Demisexual/Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single, but has a potential suitor arranged to marry..
Secret(s): Ophira has an minor, teeny tinymajorissue with her suitor, he loves her. Plain and simply put out, he wants her. It’s driven her mad with the amount of letters he sends from his academy to her, all the flowers and plushies- uGH! She hates her with all her heart to being so willing to throw his previous love life for her of all people. It makes her want to strangle him.
Appearance:
Ophira stands at a short height of five feet and six inches, and happily weighs a hundred and thirty two pounds. Her lower body is muscular, though often is hidden by sweatpants or loose clothing. She has rather thick thighs and slender calves. Since she often prefers to wear baggy or one-sized-to-big shirts, it fools everybody into thinking that her upper body and core are somewhat more weighted. The truth is, Ophira has a highly fit body, which is the result of two years of strict dieting and heavy training with her brother. She has the average sized waist, and a healthy core. Her stomach is flat, and you can indeed see her ribs, but not count them. Once you take a look at the muscles in her back and shoulders, you’ll realize that it’s somewhat normal for her body to have a lower amount of fat around her ribs.
Often, Ophira doesn’t style her hair, which results in its oddly satisfying, wild look. With her naturally highlighted hair, the mesh of brown and blonde give it a luscious look. The long, seemingly tangled mess of curls are actually well-kept and groomed. When moved out of her normal side-do, her hair usually rests above her shoulders, but when wet, it reaches the middle of her back.
Ophira has an oval-shaped face, that’s usually un-touched by makeup. She has clear, tan skin with only a thin, yet long scar on the right side of her temple. Her eyes take a hooded shape, and hold brilliant, pine-colored irises. If you look closely, there are actually flecks of gray and dark green that surround her constantly dilating pupils. Surrounding her eyes are thick, long lashes that often get tangled together. Above them, rest two well-kept brows. They aren’t perfect arches you see on TV, but more so of a lazy but “I care enough” type of look.
Ophira has a normal sized nose, that’s round but slightly upturned, a few scratches usually cover them, but heal quickly. Now onto her last feature, a pair of slightly rosy, pink, and plump lips that always curl up into a charming smile. Often, they pull back to reveal pearly white, and somewhat threatening teeth. She has a set of dangerously sharp canines that give off a dangerous look.
Personality:
Ophira has always been a bit of a mysterious figure when it comes to identifying who she is. Once upon a time, she actually spent the majority of her time attempting to hide her true self from people, which ultimately led to her having many different forms. And in fact, she does, but she no longer attempts to hide behind a facade. That doesn't mean she's going to sit there and bleed out information to everyone, but she does expect that everyone know who she is immediately. Just because she doesn't feel like explaining who she is. She enjoys making people confused, it gives her a sense of pride. Speaking of bad puns, Ophira has a very strange sense of humour.
It consists of exceptionally blunt, to exceptionally subtle hints at jokes. At one time she'll be very stupid, weird and all around odd with how she jokes. And another time, she'll be discreet. Blank even. Cracking anti jokes and being a little antisocial. She in herself, isn't a social butterfly. She doesn't really consider herself any sort of social bug. She prefers to be a social snake. Which, in simplest terms, is someone who is social when need be, but a loner when she or he doesn't see a benefit to continuing to converse with others. There are certain people who bring the best out of her though. And those people truly know what happiness is for her.
She can be very goofy. Despite her hard boiled, blank and emotionless dispostion, she does have a really silly side to her. Whether or not it was her dull life that ended up taking a toll on her, or she's always been like that, will probably never be elaborated on. But what is known, is that she is secretly a bit clumsy, and also has a hard time paying attention to everything at once. Of course, she collects and replays every bit of information she hears and see's in her head over and over, but at the moment, it seems that she can't always concentrate on certain things. In fact, it is to be noted that name tends to, on occasion, space out, as she puts it, "Fondly reguards creation", as she listens to others talk.
Ophira cares deeply for her friends. It's speculated that they are the only thing that really matters to her. She cares for them so much, that he suppresses all of his quiet habits and feelings in order to help them and pay attention to them as well as she can... even if she's never been the most reliable of friendly figures. Which may be one of her fatal flaws. Being alive alone, proves a difficult challenge. Which is why standing still for prolonged amounts of time makes her very skiddish and irritable. Secretly, she doubts everything. She is very skeptical of everything's existence and at times, can't seem to seperate reality from fantasy.
Do you believe in ghosts?:
What do you think happened to Dawn?: “...well, I don’t think I’m allowed to say what I think that had occurred that day. It might start a few fights.. but, personally I believe that it was murder. A downright betrayal and spite.”
What are your thoughts on Elizabeth and the 'it girls'?: “They all seem.. pretty. I’m just glad they aren’t like the stereotypical “Mean Girls” and focus on putting down others and getting the brainless guys.. They actually seem relatively nice.”
Do you participate in any extracurricular activities, and if so, what are they?: “I want to, but.. I can’t. Taking a lot of advanced classes takes up your time!”
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