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[ғɪʀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ] Charlotte
[ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ] Nightingale
[ᴀɢᴇ]
↳ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: April 14
↳ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: 12:01 AM
↳ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: Newport, Rhode Island
[Yᴇᴀʀ] Third
[Sᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛs]
Hɪɢʜ Lᴇᴠᴇʟ: French (fluent), Literature, and History
Sᴛᴀɴᴅᴀʀᴅ Lᴇᴠᴇʟ: Psychology, Math, and German (2-3 years of learning)
[Cʟɪϙᴜᴇ] She's a feer student but tries to get along with everyone.
[ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ]
↳ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Blonde
↳ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Blue
↳ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5 feet 7 inches
↳ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 117 pounds
(view spoiler)
[ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ]
Always with a smile on her face, Charlotte can best be described as a cheerful, optimistic person. She's the type of girl you call when you fail a test. She can make anybody smile, anytime. Although she seems frail and delicate, Charlotte is tough and hard-working. Sure, she screams at spiders, but she would protect a friend no matter the circumstances. Charlotte is the type of person that you want to spend time with. In addition, Charlotte has a passion. She wants to explore past societies. Athena Academy lets her do that. Charlotte loves being able to explore past worlds. Thankfully, she's really smart, or else she wouldn't have the chance to do that.
[ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ]
Charlotte Marie Nightingale's parents, John and Alice, met when they were just small kids. Having grown up in the small town of Newport, it was impossible not to know each other. Coincidentally, they both went to Columbia University in New York City together. Although they weren't good friends before, being in a huge city having grown up in a teeny-tiny town made them share a common bond. They spent a lot of time together during their college years. They started dating in their senior year.
When Alice and John were 25, John finally proposed to Alice. Of course she said yes, they'd been dating for 4 years! They were married in a beautiful little ceremony. Almost right away, they knew they wanted kids. That's why they decided to move back to Newport. It was a much better place to raise a child than busy, bustling New York.
When John and Alice were 26, Alice gave birth to their first child: James. One year later came Cooper and Riley, the twins. John thought that was enough babies, but Alice was determined to have a baby girl. Lucky for her, the next baby was Charlotte, their very first girl. At this point, there was no stopping Alice. She had triplets, Isabelle, Arianne, and Olivia. Only one more child was born: Madison.
Charlotte grew up surrounded by her family. Her whole life growing up was hectic. Reading the old books in her dad's office was the only entertainment she could find some days. Reading those books led her to be interested in history of all kinds. Europe was what really interested her. They had all these kings and queens, just like in a fairy tale. Except for, not really. Those rulers were mostly total jerks. The people found their voice and fought for what they believed in, despite the circumstances.
When Charlotte was about to go into secondary school, she heard of a school called Athena Academy from her father's boss. Charlotte and her parents decided that it would be a great fit for her and that she would be definitely able to handle the work (hopefully). Charlotte applied soon after, and she got in! Although her parents were stretched tight for money, they all agreed to use her college fund. After all, attending Athena Academy should certainly lead her to a scholarship.
[ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀs]
ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: Alice Nightingale
ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: John Nightingale
sɪʙʟɪɴɢ: James Nightingale
sɪʙʟɪɴɢ: Cooper Nightingale
sɪʙʟɪɴɢ: Riley Nightingale
sɪʙʟɪɴɢ: Isabelle Nightingale
sɪʙʟɪɴɢ: Arianne Nightingale
sɪʙʟɪɴɢ: Olivia Nightingale
sɪʙʟɪɴɢ: Madison Nightingale
[ʟɪᴋᴇs]
↳ Medieval times
↳ Reading
↳ Spending time with her friends
[ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs]
↳ Winter
↳ Mean teachers
↳ Stuck-up brats
[sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs]
↳ Smart
↳ Loyal
↳ Kind
[ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs]
↳ Easily caught up in a moment
↳ Humble, sometimes causes her to be ignored
↳ Scared of creepy, crawly things
Okay! I'll fix that. Thanks for the feedback!
↱ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵗᵉᵐᵖᶫᵃᵗᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᶦᶰˢᵖᶦʳᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ʲᵉᶰᶰᵃᶫʸᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ˢʰᵃʰᵈᶦᵃ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵇᵃᵃ ↰
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ(s) : a select few may call him charlie
sᴇx : male
sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ : heterosexual
ᴀɢᴇ : eighteen
ʏᴇᴀʀ : four
ᴄʟɪǫᴜᴇ : feer
ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ : presidents george washington, john adams, john quincy adams; william pitt
ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴇᴅ ʙʏ : sean o'pry
ʜᴀɪʀ ᴘɪɢᴍᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ : dark brown
ɪʀɪs ᴘɪɢᴍᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ : gray
ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ : six feet tall
ᴅɪsᴛɪɴɢᴜɪsʜɪɴɢ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs :he's flawlessa scar on his shin
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ : despite what many may think, Charles Pitt is not an idiot. That much is obvious; after all, he does attend this school for a reason. But so many people write him off — he hears them. He hears all of it:“Charles Pitt? He's a... special one, that boy.”Yeah. And all of that? Is true. And he won't deny it. True, Charles isn't a complete asshole, but he's no angel, either. And really, all of Charles can be summed up in one simple sentence: he doesn't give a single fuck about what you think of him. His biggest enemy? Is himself. He knows he's smart, he knows he's damn good at what he does, he knows he's attractive; he just knows. And he loves it.
“You know what they say... beauty is only skin deep.”
“Pitt may attend Athena Academy, but he thinks with his dick, not his brain.”
“We fucked a few times.”
“He's written a goddamn ode to that one girl.”
See, once upon a time, Charles Pitt was the perfect little boy because that's what his politician daddy wanted. Yeah, not anymore. He wanted to be his own person, so that's what he became.
He's not afraid to swim upstream. He's not afraid of life being an uphill battle, because he'll fight all the way up and back down the other side. He is who he wants to be, and his identity is something that no one can take from him.
This becomes a problem to him, because he's not just independent; he's independent to a fault. He hates relying on anyone at all, and when offered advice — even if he needs it — he immediately rejects it without a second thought. He's dead set on not needing the help of others in life.
That's not to say that he never turns to anything for help, because he does. And that thing? Is history. See, he may be written off as an arrogant tool, but he understands people. He understands motivations. He understands desires and wants and needs and he understands freedom. It's one of the reasons that he is able to understand so much; after all, his father is in the House of Representatives. But he turns to history. In particular, he finds politics and war the most interesting — and he can learn from them. History — in any case — is one of the things he loves the most, partially because he's a strategist at heart. He's always planning ahead. Because that's how you get your way.ʟɪᴋᴇs : history (esp. war history), large volumes of food, freedom, Rhiannon.
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs : when people make assumptions, being underestimated, being controlled.
sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs : remarkable memorization skills, auditory learner, raw talent.
ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs : stubborn, arrogant, independent to a fault, handling relationships, his dad.
ʜᴀᴍᴀʀᴛɪᴀ : independence before all else.
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ : it's not easy when your dad is never home. Especially if the reason is because he's so focused on being a career politician that he doesn't actually do anything but pay the bills for the family. (And even then, he should just be thankful that his wife came from old money.) And yet, this is the life that young Charles Pitt led.
His father — Edward Pitt, a Massachusetts lawyer — was always absent, always focused on helping his own political career rather than spending time with his family. And his wife, Diane? Too busy being a wealthy socialite to take care of a son. And, later, a daughter. But Diane? Was too busy helping to keep up her husband's image. And Charles was left behind in the dust.
And that's probably the reason why Charles was always so dead-set on becoming the son that Edward never wanted. And, of course, it threatened his father's political career — Edward simply couldn't afford for Charles to be getting into trouble. So Charles was shipped off to Europe and Edward was voted into the House of Representatives.
It was at Athena Academy that Charles met Rhiannon Keogh... it was supposed to be a fling, just like any other. A short little thing during their first year. But then it turned into something else, and, well... he's not over it. So Charles is going to continue pursuing her.Maybe she'd prefer a sestina instead of an ode next time?ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ:
♡ cordelιa roѕe нolly ~Made by αиgєℓιиα~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"She wore that dress like it was a Saturday;
pretty as a summer rose..."
{sixteen, third year-ling, female, schollie.} ~ Cordelia "Delia" Holly
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~english lit., art & design, french {higher},
{standard} biology, geography, mathmatics~
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{mirror image:} ~taylor swift~ blonde curls, blue eyes, lengthy, 5'10
~cat scratches cover her arms, and she has a jagged scar on her wrist
from a broken mirror, and a scar on the front of her throat from the hot
end of a curling iron.~
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{history:) ~ Emily Rose Carlisle gave birth to her
daughter, Cordelia Rose, Christmas Eve 1997. Unable to care
for the wide-eyed baby, Emily left Cordelia on the doorstep of
Holy Child Orphanage, with her mother’s high hopes of a better
life.
Unknown to Emily Rose, Holy Child seemed to be a rather
daunting play for a very timid and scared young girl. Born with
a rare defect with her vocal chords, Cordelia was neglected and
mistreated, sentenced to a life of silence.
Thought to be a an imbecile due to her lack of voice, Cordelia had lost
all hope of being adopted, but contrary to popular belief, Cordelia
Rose was not stupid. She taught myself to read by the age of three
and could solve quadratic equations by the age of six. Though,
her resources were quite limited. The labels on the back of liquor
bottles proved to be less than entertaining.
Cordelia’s salvation came the day she turned ten. Robert Holly, a
wealthy toymaker from Bristol, brought a large sack of toys in the
true style of Father Christmas.
Still in the red suit and cotton-brimmed hat, he stumbled upon a
girl who had taken his book of Faulkner’s collective works from his
bag and was already halfway through. He immediately asked about
her, but Mr. and Mrs. Moon with stomachs just as large, had insisted
that she was not worth his time. Luckily for Cordelia, he saw past
her games and saw how truly amazing she could be.
The bachelor, of twenty-two, brought home a little girl without a voice,
but with him she flourished. Under Robert’s watchful eye, Cordelia
learned diplomacy, art, science, and politics. She found her voice in
piano and clarinet and learned to communicate with a pen and paper.
She captivated the hearts of everyone she met, engaging them in page
after page of long conversation. Her grandmother, garnished in fine
jewels and fabrics, had polished her rough canvas of a malnourished
girl with the blue eyes and straggly blonde haired girl into a
charismatic girl who radiated with charm and grace.
One of those many distinguished guests had been Athena’s very own
Dean of Admissions who encouraged Cordelia to apply, and she
did see a lacking confidence in herself.
At Athena, Cordelia is thriving, learning that she can fit in and be
accepted.
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~timid, shy, kind, a bit of a pushover, naive, optimistic~
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{loves:) ~ reading, painting, drawing, cats, hot chocolate,
marshmallows, electric blankets
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{loathes:) ~ thunderstorms, small spaces, vegitables, being alone,
being ignored,
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{strengths:) ~ her photographic memory, compassion,
musical talents, baking
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{weaknesses:) ~ her passiveness, lack of confidence, her fear of
everything
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{father:) ~ robert holly {adoptive}
{mother:) ~ emily carlisle {deceased}
{grandmother:) ~ charlotte holly {adoptive}
{grandfather:) ~ alfred holly {adoptive}
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~Cordelia knows both American and British sign language,
but she rarely uses them.~
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a template of simplicity by fiendpart one[ s ᴜ ʙ ᴊ ᴇ ᴄ ᴛ s ]
[ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴠ ɪ s ᴀ ɢ ᴇ ] —— ashley smith · blonde · blue eyed · 5'4" · 165 lbs[ ɪ ᴅ ɪ ᴏ s ʏ ɴ ᴄ ʀ ᴀ s ɪ ᴇ s ] playful · insightful · quiet · conflicted · dependent█║▸ Augusta has always been playful, but a lot of people don't get to see that side of her. She's full of energy, just bottled up and ready to go. Like a domesticated animal trained to stay perfectly still. Why does she do this, you ask? Simply because she's gone several years mistreated by her classmates, and that sort of ruins the opportunity for her to exhibit this playful side. It is, apparently, social suicide to hang out with her. She's not sure why she was chosen--boredom? jealousy? She doesn't like to think about it, but she is an exceptional insightful person. Reading between the lines is her thing. It's what she thinks is the only good part of herself, but as stated before with her playfulness, you don't see her making comments often. It's only in the classroom that she really speaks, because she's expected to. Being quiet does have it's pros these days, though. No one really approaches her much, except a select few who seem to never have something nice to say. She doesn't draw attention to herself with being such a quiet person, leaving her to her own devices. It's not to say that she'd prefer to playful and loud, either, but it'd be nice every now and then. She just reaches a point where she's had enough of everyone and wants to be on her own.
█║▸ Inner turmoil is nothing new to Augusta. She's always been a conflicted person, dealing with contradicting decisions and thoughts, things that make sense at one point but don't at another. She second guesses herself at every turn, making things drawn out and complicated. She's not one to totally go with something because of a gut instinct, but it happens. And when it does, she feels off-kilter and odd, and goes back on whatever she's decided. In that regards, she's dependent on others to make decisions for. At a social standpoint, of course. She's always on academic flat ground, and never has to worry about choosing something there. There just so happen to be things that she can't do, and that's when she waits for someone else to step in.[ ᴀ ᴅ ᴍ ɪ ʀ ᴇ s ] techno · long skirts · kilts · animals--bunnies mostly · coffee
[ ᴀ ʙ ʜ ᴏ ʀ s ] milk · heels · saxophones · her appearance · blueberries
[ ғ ᴏ ʀ ᴛ ɪ ᴛ ᴜ ᴅ ᴇ ] insight · concentration · quick thinking
[ ᴡ ᴇ ᴀ ᴋ ɴ ᴇ s s ᴇ s ] dependency · thunder storms · her appearance
Her mother, simply put, was a hot mess stuck in last night's dress. They didn't come from money, but the family had been scheming for generations of the ways that they could land themselves in the lap of luxury. Most of the women in the family went out prowling for eligible bachelors of the wealthy sort, Augusta's mother included. She had the luck of actually landing such a man, catching him in her web and dooming to pay the minimal child support until not too long ago. The only thing was, he never stayed. He payed a small fee, and nearly had her mother removed from the face of the earth. Talk about ruthless, huh? Augusta's father, whose name she never learned from her mother but through a simple Google search, didn't want to tarnish his good name with a one night stand gone horribly wrong. So, he paid her mother to disappear from his life, and later for her to stop nagging him about the infant daughter he didn't give two shakes of a rat's ass about.
Dejected and upset, her mother gave birth to her in the backseat of a car along the interstate with a boyfriend she'd strung along during her search for a wealthier man. Poor guy thought the baby was his, until he caught Augusta's mother on the phone with the actual father of his daughter. Things got a little rough there. Her stepfather--he'd married his mother shortly after she gave birth to her--became the stereotype for the abusive white trash father, and her mother the white trash druggie that couldn't stand her daughter. Hell, her mother still can't really stand her. The girl had chosen brains over the beauty her mother suspected she'd passed on to her daughter.
When Augusta turned two, Harold left. Her stepfather just up and disappeared, then reappeared like a bad magic trick three years later. He was worse than he'd been before. Her mother always thought that he must have had a taste of something he like better--said in far less appropriate words to use around a five year old. Augusta never questioned it, though she did have a growing disease around the numerous men that circled her mother like vultures, but just played with the secondhand toys her mother sometimes remembered to get her when she was sober--which wasn't often enough for her to remember she had a child to care for.
The dysfunctional cast of characters continued to grow, however. Her grandmother hitched a ride and came to live with her junkie daughter and her cheating husband no later than a month after Harold left. Tilda was not a pleasant woman to be around until she'd had a drop of scotch, and her new attempt at sobriety meant that she'd make for one of those nasty, cranky grandmothers. Five year old Augusta couldn't stand the woman and her rattling cough, nor the looks she'd shot her. Mean, she was. Later, much much later, she'd find that her grandmother was the product of a nearly incestuous coupling because why not? Sure, let's marry our distant relatives.
Next came her uncle, who never seemed to hold down a job, and next was the whiny and ever gossiping aunt. Leo and Patsie, then Maggie and Sarah--the twins. Ugh. Augusta was most definitely not a fan of her cousins who seemed too posh for the family. They were stuck up and rude, simply because they'd come from a place where they had the privilege of having rooms of their own. Apparently, it was like owning one of those big fancy cars. Which made no sense to Augusta, because they'd gone from that to sharing a room with her and Tilda. That must have meant that something had shredded their little fantasy, and at six years old, she wasn't afraid to tell them. Because that's what little kids do: they say every little thing that's on their mind.
It turned that the results of that weren't all that great. Instead of becoming a super big kid, she got a chipped tooth and hot tears down her face. Obviously, the twins were used to having larger opponents in a two on one match, because they demolished every dream she might have had at seeming cooler to her cousins, maybe even knocking them down a few pegs like she saw on their old television before they had to sell it off to pay an electric bill they were behind on.
part two
Now, a nine year old can only come up with so much that can make their parents love them. Because, what nine year old should have to worry about that? That is not what children sign up for when they enter the world. But, anyhow, she cooked a few schemes she thought would work. They instead went terribly wrong and shall never be spoken of by the family again.
Fast forward two years, and she thought she was in love. Well, in like because love was still an icky thing for her at the time. Love failed. Liking, on the other hand, was easy water to wade through. His name was Jeremy and his lips tasted like candy. Probably because they were usually tainted blue from his sweet little ring pops that he's sometimes share with her. First kiss--totally accidental and not at all planned by the surprisingly forward girl who was under than him by a couple months, but looked like she was eight. It was a complex little plan that her friends got a kick out of, despite one or two thinking that it was a bad idea, which it was.
Details aren't necessary, but he broke her heart. Not really because she wasn't in love. She caught him sharing his ring pops in a whole other way, and her poor little eyes couldn't take it. She turned into a nearly Bella-from-Twilight-without-Edward-period type thing, but nothing was the same to her. She couldn't feel so much affection towards someone before they broke her heart or betrayed her, so she might as well save herself the trouble. She just let everyone go and focused on her studies.
Who would have thought that the girl who looked like a baby would land a scholarship in a school overseas? Certainly not her parents, who were all too glad to see her go. Tilda humphed and didn't bother with congratulations, Leo asked if she'd be able to wire him five bucks when she got over there, Patsie claimed the whole town would know by the time the day was done, and the twins kissed her ass. That was fun, but the other reactions weren't as satisfying or jovial. It was somewhat clear they would be happy to see her gone, and she didn't feel shame in being glad to leave. Win, win.
She does, though, get a kick out of most of what goes down at the school. People think she's either stupid or oblivious, but she notices things. She just doesn't know when she's gonna be able to lord it over them.[ ʀ ᴇ ʟ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ s ʜ ɪ ᴘ s ]
Um, I don't know if I'm allowed to say this or not, but how come she got a scholarship if her parents could afford to travel the globe?
p a r t : : o n e
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☜ This template has been inspired by my fellow role playing friends. This character belongs to me and is an original creation along with this template, however it turns out ☞
❝ and so her feet danced her to ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ❞
•?((¯°·._.• αη υρsι∂ε ∂σωη cнαяαcтεя •._.·°¯))؟•
❰ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ❱ ❮ uǝlloԀ oʇ ɔıƃɹǝll∀ ❯❮ She doesn't dye her hair different shades of brown, it changes itself non season dependent ❯
❮ lɐɯɹou ʇou sı ǝɥs ❯
❰ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ❱❮ f a t h e r ❯ Atticus Keogh
❮ m o t h e r ❯ Addison Keogh (nee Barnt)
❮ s i s t e r ❯ Brittany Arielle Keogh
❮ s i s t e r ❯ Cali Astrid Keogh
❮ s i s t e r ❯ Gemma Skylar Keogh
❮ h e r ❯ Rhiannon Alexandra Keogh
❮ a d o p t i v e... b e l o w ❯
❮ f a t h e r ❯ Colby Harlan
❮ m o t h e r ❯ Samantha Harlan
╳ sᴄʜᴏʟʟɪᴇ ╳
❰ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ❱
▌▍▎✖I decree our fifth daughter born on this fine morrow of December 17th shalt be named Rhiannon Alexandra Keogh.
This is the type of man Rhiannon's father was and still is. Always using fancy words because of his professional job, and her mother was just the same. And get this- still is. In fact, the two were accustomed to live like the extremely rich and honorable people they were.
▌▍▎✖We shall now toast to our youngest daughter growing up in this most royal villa mansion, living the life of a princess, and may God bless her
Rhiannon Alexa Keogh most certainly did grow up in the life of a princess. Her family had maids and servants, even a butler. She had a wardrobe most girls could only dream about, and her hair accessories and make up was orderly yet everywhere. Her appearance also was quite stunning, with long brown- almost black hair and eyes the color of flames. The boys chased her down the beach, swam after her ocean speedboat; the girls spent their life fortunes on trying to exact their wardrobe to hers and 'just so happened' to catch her at the most exclusive restaurants.
▌▍▎✖Daddy, I want to learn to dance
Her daddy would do anything for his little princess and so he agreed immediately. She was indeed a bit old for dance lessons especially beginner ones as she was 8, but her daddy worked his way through some connections to get her to start at the third level. Soon, she was twirling around, dancing with such grace and regalness that it was as though she was a prima ballerina. Before she knew it, she was 11, 11 and ever much prettier, ever the best, most perfect girl there was. Of course she wasn't perfect, but her daddy convinced her that she was. Her daddy convinced her she was everything she was not.
▌▍▎✖Daddy, I want to go tubing
On that day that her daddy took her tubing on their speedboat on the middle of the Pacific, where the water was the bluest most clearest shade. It would have been much better if Rhiannon had decided to stay home that day and go tubing more inland, or go swimming in her outdoor swimming pool, but no. She wanted the best, and on that day the best meant going tubing. She brought along three of her girlfriends, Alexandra, Rebecca and Leah, just to add some fun. There were three seats, and on one of those shifts where she was the one who was on the speedboat...
▌▍▎✖Annou! Don't fall over!!
The 11 year old had fallen off of the speedboat, now at the mercy of the ocean waves. She of course hear the cries even submerged under the water, but the current was pushing her in the opposite direction. The waves flipped her and flopped her around, under and above, under and above. She was never under the water for more than half a minute. And finally the waves flopped her onto the sands of an island. She wasn't on that island for more than three minutes before she fell unconscious. The little princess wasn't exactly sure what she wanted to wake up to, but she certainly hadn't been expecting to in the warm, plush sheets of a hotel bedroom.
▌▍▎✖Sleeping beauty has awoken, huh?
To this day Rhiannon isn't exactly sure how she made it into that hotel bedroom, and the next few weeks passed by like a blur to her. Rhiannon was adopted by an upper-class family- certainly not as rich as her real one, but it was good enough for her. She had all of the necessities, and her adoptive parents treated her well. Of course, everyone in the small town realized that she was the daughter of a rich kid, it's hard to miss the daughter of someone who may as well be a celebrity. But her adoptive parents wanted to keep her as theirs, and so she was homeschooled. A few people in the town knew about her, but her adoptive parents always gave a made up name, and would dye her hair red.
▌▍▎✖Keep up your grades, little princess
In terms of school, Rhiannon has always done well- excelled in fact. Even before she ended up in the small town, she never got anything less than an A+ in just about everything. She joined clubs at the local junior high/high school and libraries, always attended the meetings, offered to help teacher after meetings, got caught up in terms of extra activities and such. The directors of the programs has always said something along the lines of how brilliant the girl was. They never mentioned her faults, however.
▌▍▎✖Rhia, look at this academy website
It was a bright and shiny morning, the day that Rhiannon's adoptive father accidentally clicked on the ad for Athena. The moment he saw it, he knew it would be perfect for his little princess. After a series of fights about not wanted to leave her friends, Rhiannon eventually agreed to apply for the academy- her grades judged by school boards were beyond amazing as well as her extra curricular activities. Besides, her old friends were getting fucked with losers anyways.
▌▍▎✖Get lost, cops
Because Rhiannon would be applying for a scholarship to the best academy in about the history of the universe, she had to give her real name, real family, real everything. And being the clever little snitch that she was, she had written down all of her real information on a piece of paper and hidden it so that she would remember her real identity. She was no longer Allyson Marlee Harlan, she was once more, and hopefully permanently, Rhiannon Alexa Keogh. When her true identity was revealed... well, let's just say shit hit the fan. Her adoptive parents were arrested, and after a trial and in jail to this day, her real parents and gaggle of older sisters were reunited, and so she got to keep her scholarship, and so she got to be a schollie. If she was accepted, that was.
▌▍▎✖Dear, we have to move
Rhiannon's arrival at her family mansion was truly delightful for everyone. Except her. The first thing she saw was the 'For Sale' sign outside. The rest of her family, sisters, mom, and dad, had already gone and bought a condo nearby. Some sisters would have to share a room, Rhiannon couldn't keep all of her wardrobe and make up. This and much more was something she did not get over for many, many weeks. What happened in fact was that the fortune Rhiannon's father had made in the stock markets had been lost due to the recession of the stocks he owned. And his lawyer position? Removed by the private company he worked for. They had, of course, had the remaining money, but it was not nearly enough to continue living in the mansion due to the purchase of the condo and other things. The family was poor. She would need a scholarship for her education.
▌▍▎✖Bright and shiny mornings seem to be the start of everything
It was yet another bright and shiny morning the day that Rhiannon received the acceptance letter in the mail. She had gotten a full paid for scholarship. She had run inside screaming with delight- the idea of attending had grown on her, clearly. While she ran inside screaming, the boys around her wept. The bright star they all loved was leaving. And she couldn't say she was sad to be, either.
▌▍▎✖Yo, hot stuff, you deserve way better than him
From the moment she arrived at Athena, Rhiannon fell head over heels for a Feer- Charles Pitt. They arrived on the same day, got driven there by the same academy paid for car. At that time, she didn't realize how important your social life was there, and took to hanging out with him as a regular thing. But the sneers and snickers hot to her a bit quickly from her social life experiences, and realized a Schollie hanging out with a Feer- dating one even more- was completely blah. Dead. Zippo. She got over him, as if for him... that's a different story altogether.
❰ Mᴀᴊᴏʀ Lɪғᴇ Eᴠᴇɴᴛs ❱
❮ uɹoq ƃuıǝq ❯
❮ ɥʇɐǝp oʇ ƃuıuʍoɹp ʇsoɯlɐ ❯
❮ ƃuıuʍoɹp ʇsoɯlɐ ɹǝʇɟɐ ƃuıɥʇʎɹǝʌǝ ❯
❰ Eɴᴅ Oғ Mᴀᴊᴏʀ Lɪғᴇ Eᴠᴇɴᴛs ❱
❝ but her arms swam her to ʟɪғᴇ ❞
p a r t : : t w o
❝ I wilted and died and wilted and died ❞
❪ ➸ ᴄʟᴇᴠᴇʀ ➸ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ ➸ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ➸ ❫
❪ ➸ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ➸ ❫
( ʟɪᴋᴇs 'ɴ ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs )
➶ ɢɪʀʟʏ ɢɪʀʟ sᴛᴜғғ ➶ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ➶ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄs/ʟᴀᴡ ➶
➴ ɢʀᴀʙʙʏ ᴍᴇɴ ➴ ʙᴀsᴇʙᴀʟʟ ➴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ᴘɪɴᴋ ➴
❪ ➸ ʙʟᴜɴᴛ ➸ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ➸ ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ ➸ ❫
❪ ➸ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ➸ ❫
( sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs 'ɴ ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs )
➹ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ ➹ ғᴀsᴛ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇʀ ➹ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ➹
➷ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ʙʀᴀᴛᴛʏ ➷ sᴘᴏɪʟᴇᴅ ➷ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀsᴛ ➷
➺ kaya scodelario ➺ brown hair ➺ grey eyes ➺
pale skin ➺ few freckles ➺ 5'7 ➺ 127 pounds ➺
╳ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss & ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ : : major
╳ ᴇᴄᴏɴᴏᴍɪᴄs : : major
╳ ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏʟᴏɢʏ : : major
╳ sᴏᴄɪᴏʟᴏɢʏ : : minor
╳ ʙɪᴏʟᴏɢʏ : : minor
╳ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ : : minor
{ female. straight. seventeen. nov. 29th. year four }
❝ and then I flew my troubles away ❞
Bastille : : Albatross
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Sorry I know it isn't my place to judge but it says in personality that she is confident and insecure? Sorry if that makes sense and I'm just not getting it but I'm not sure if that is right?
♧ Sʜᴀʜᴅɪᴀ wrote: "Why is she a schollie if her family is rich?"
--hold on a sec, I forgot the part where her family gets seriously un-rich, I'll tell you when I finished editing it
--hold on a sec, I forgot the part where her family gets seriously un-rich, I'll tell you when I finished editing it
g.∂. ❣ In my left hand there is the familiar ❣ wrote: "Yooooo. Hey, I don't have official permission to approve characters, so I'll just tell you some things that need to be fixed and then Shad can approve her.- Put a return between Face Claim and Pe..."
Not my place really, but depression and an eating disorder have nothing to do with personality.
It just ends up as a bit stereotypical, because those are serious disorders, not traits. Some people used 'depressed' as an adjective and just throw it around, which is sometimes alright, but usually not.
You didn't, but like I said this one is being used in the disorder sense
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{Name} Alistair Yeoman{Age} 17
{Year} 3rd Year
{Gender} Male
{Subjects}
Higher:
Modern Languages ~ German ~ Fluent
Modern Languages ~ French ~ Fluent
Modern Languages ~ Arabic ~ Fluent
Standard:
History
Design Technology ~ Hard
Geography
{Clique} Alistair hangs around with mostly Feers as his family has been coming to Athena Academy for years as his family has all been very smart and he prefers to hang around with others like him. He doesn't bully Schollies. He just doesn't hang around with them mostly. He also loves sport and is very good at it. So he likes to hang out with people with that similar interest.
{Appearance}
https://twitter.com/peytonmeyer9 [Profile Pic]
Hair: Alistair's hair is a light brown tone with slightly blonder tips. He isn't a kind of person to spend lots of time on his hair. He mostly just brushes it across his head but sometimes he put a bit of gel in it to spike it up slightly at the front if he is trying to impress someone.
Eyes: Alistair's eyes are unique compared to his family who all have dark brown eyes. Alistair's eyes are a hazel-green colour that shines when the light hits it. They are considered his most attractive feature.
Height: Alistair is very tall for his age (5 10") and takes after his father who is also very tall. He seems to have stopped growing.
Markings: Alistair has a small scar underneath his left eye from a fight with a bully who was picking on his friend's little sister. The bully tried to stab him in the eye with a stick. He also has a birthmark around the size of a fingernail on his lower back.
Skin Colour: Alistair's skin in a light brown colour, almost like a permanent tan. When it is Summer, his skin darkens and he only needs to use a light SPF as he doesn't burn.
{Personality} Alistair is confident and believes in himself as he has always been told to be proud of who he is. He can be cocky and likes to play around with girls but that is because he cannot keep a commitment to something or someone he doesn't enjoy. He has a talent for remembering languages and is fluent in 3 and can converse quite well in 8 others. He can be quick to anger but he is getting better as he gets older.
{Likes}
Football ~ Rugby ~ DT ~ Languages ~ Cricket ~ Reading ~ Languages ~ Hanging out with friends
{Dislikes}
Ignorance ~ Strong Perfume ~ People being mean ~ Being ignored
{Strengths}
Languages ~ Wisdom ~ Charm ~ Physical Strength ~ Attractiveness
{Weaknesses}
Vanity ~ Over Competitive ~ Quick to Anger
{History} When Alistair was born, he became the youngest child in his family. His three older brothers were all smart and athletic. When he was young, Alistair was considered ugly and was not sporty at all. He was picked on and bullied by people in his primary school. By the time he was eight, Alistair was depressed and the only joy he got was learning languages. By the time he was eight, he was fluent in French and knew quite a lot of German. When his brothers found out he was being bullied, they stopped the bullies and started to get Alistair into sport. He grew to love sport and stood up for himself but he continued his love for languages. When he got to his first year of secondary school, he began puberty and he completely transformed. Puberty hit him like a brick. He had a massive growth spurt and he began to workout. He had girls a plenty but he always felt awkward and nervous. Then in Year 8, a girl in year 9 helped him and taught him how to talk to girls. Then he got very comfortable around girls and began to date them one after another but he could never find a girl who he truly loved. Then he was noticed as in the top 10% smartest in the country. He applied to Athena and got in. As his parents were incredibly rich, Alistair paid tuition. When he arrived there, he was surprised at how smart everyone was and was scared that he may not be good enough to be there. He quickly proved himself in languages, design technology, geography and history as very good but is pretty average at must to do with Maths. He likes playing around and has not had any serious relationships but has kissed many many girls in his lifetime but is still looking for the one.
{Family}
Elliot Yeoman ~ Father
Mae Yeoman ~ Mother
Isaac Yeoman ~ Eldest Brother [29]
John Yeoman ~ Brother [25]
Jake Yeoman ~ Brother [20]
fajangled wrote: "He's going to be a playboy, you okay with that? xD"
❦ eɴɴᴀ тнє ƒιяѕт ❦ wrote: "(I'll delete this comment after your reply, if you'd like)
Megan Blythe hasn't been completed, so I left the relationship thing blank; I still have to talk to Piper further about this ^^''"
Oh yeah! I am sooooo sorry! Collab thread?
Megan Blythe hasn't been completed, so I left the relationship thing blank; I still have to talk to Piper further about this ^^''"
Oh yeah! I am sooooo sorry! Collab thread?
Yeah, I like Briony a lot :D I love making characters. I finished one in Arendelle today...
Thank you so much, to both of you! That means a lot :DD Arendelle... >strained face because I seriously cannot join any more RPs and I want to xdd<
I had to quit some RPs because I had too many characters to make. >_<
ᴍᴀʟᴇ ▫ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟɪᴇs ▫ ғɪғᴛᴇᴇɴ ▫ ғɪʀsᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀsᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ▫ sɪɴɢʟᴇ
If asked to describe himself, Lucas would respond to the person by asking on why he'd have to describe himself. Whenever Lucas is presented with something he has no knowledge of, he begins pestering his teachers and books with questions. Of course when he cannot find the solution to something he gets annoyed and fed up with the world, thinking that humans are foolish. But after a couple moments he comes back out of his dark thoughts and looks once more. Lucas's never ending curiosity is always bubbling and so he spends majority of his free time reading a bit more or researching. Hes simply and introvert and the idea of socializing scares the Frankenstein out of him. He hates people and thinks of themselves to be stupid despite the fact he is very much one of them. When Lucas does open his mouth either something intelligent comes out or something sarcastic. As a nerd who knows useless facts he relies on other peoples stupidity to make himself more superior. Lucas is also a debater. He loves arguing for things he is passionate about such as gay rights, interracial dating/marriage etc. Naturally hes looked up many facts and has read and could easily list fifty reasons on why certain things should be allowed and at Athena he has the chance. Many students expect him to be a lawyer and Lucas isn't completely opposed to the idea. But as brilliant as he is he isn't completely sure being a lawyer would be best. Like any other teenager hes still struggling to find out if he'd be better as a lawyer or a CEO.Classes
↳ Business and Management
↳ Economics
↳ Mathematics
↳ English Literature
↳ Modern Foreign Language -- Chinese
↳ Sociology
Growing up, Lucas's life was never tragic nor was it a fairy tale. He was born in a middle class family with a father who worked as a teacher, and a mother who was an employee at a restaurant. The two of them made a fair amount of money, and the three of them lived a quiet comfortable life. Lucas was always encouraged to do his best but it was never a priority in their lives. Until his little sister Anna came into the picture. At first it was fine, his parents still paid attention to his every need but soon enough Anna took up their lives. The only times he ever saw them was during dinner. Lucas often consoled himself by going to bed every night thinking that as soon as Anna grew up everything would be back to normal. That never happened as Anna grew up to be an attention hog. She constantly took the attention of her parents away from Lucas and made them focus on her. Good or bad it didn't matter so long as she was in the spotlight. As a result Lucas retreated into his bedroom and spent his days reading and obtaining new information. He grew rather quiet and introverted not ever speaking to humans. Until he heard about Athena. Lucas applied hoping to get away from his bratty sister and of course got in. However the timing was awful. His mother was fired and with only his father working they couldn't possibly give him the money. Luckily Athena offered him a full scholarship and Lucas left instantly. There he came out of his shell a bit more, becoming more sarcastic and more brilliant day by day.
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─ Jenns and Bree were huge inspirations in this. And of course Shad since she had the basic outline which helped me put all the material in here.
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Thank you very much!!~ :) Yes, I did!! ("What are men compared to rocks and mountains?")
G.d: Oh opps my bad.End: xD This wasn't mah best charrie though. When my headache is gone I'll make him better.
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would you be interested in a brotp with my Hayley Williams fc? I have males if you'd prefer them ^.^
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Graveyard Whistling || Nothing But Thieves
"What Are You Talking About? You Went Around And Asked A Bunch Of People About Me? Rip That Paper Up! Now! It's All Merde, Don't Listen To Them. I'm Amazing. Casse-Toi!”
//↪ Mallory, A Pyromaniac Poetic Disaster.
Mallory || Abraxas || Hale
16 Years Old || October 31st || Scorpio
Male (Transgender) || XX Chromosomes || He/Him/His
Homosexual || Available
3nd Year || Feer
English Language || French ~ Fluent || English Literature
Psychology || Philosophy || Sociology
“Mallory? Oh, Hale. Right. Um. He’s…”
//↪ A Frightened 1st Year.
“Pfft. He’s A Psychopath. Don’t Go Near Him.”
//↪ A Student Witness Who Watched Him Set A Building On Fire.
“He’s A Charming Young Man, And He’s Devastatingly Handsome, Don’t You Think? So Brave, Being How He Is, Too.”
//↪ Mallory’s Mother.
// face claim //
Paul Craddock
// hair //
White-Blonde
// eyes
Grey-Blue
// height //
5’10”
// weight //
8 Stone 2 Pounds
// markings //
Scabbed Knuckles; Scabbed Knees; Scarred Chest.
// scent //
Earth; Mint; Rain; Old Books
“I Heard That He’s Actually A Girl. I Mean, He Doesn’t Have A Dick. Weird, Huh?”
//↪ A Kid In His French Class.
“He’s Very Motivated And Rather Dedicated.”
//↪ His Psychology Teacher.
“She’s Ruining Her Body And My Reputation. She Needs To Stop This Silliness Now.”
//↪ Mallory’s Father.
Disciplined || Motivated || Calm || Passionate || Creative
Manipulative || Obsessive || Secretive || Cold || Critical
// strengths //
Quick Learner, Amazing Violinist, Good Actor and Manipulator, Great Memory, Deductions and Observations
// weaknesses //
Frail Body, Self-Hatred, Jealous Of Cisgendered Men, Spoiled, Low Emotional Development, Doesn't Understand People
// likes //
Tea; Fire; Poetry; Nature; Classical Music; Monochrome Colours and Pastel
// dislikes //
Summer; Rumours; Math; Organised Religion; Loud Noises
“Lorry? Yeah, He’s Great. Maybe Not With People, But He’s Fun If You’re Alone With Him.”
//↪ Mallory’s Cousin.
“He’s A Sick Fag And He Needs To Stay Away From Me If He Knows What’s Good For Him.”
//↪ A Boy In His Literature Class
“He’s Kinda Cute, In A Non-Conventional, Sort Of Draco-Malfoy-Esque Kinda Way.”
//↪ Teddi Black, A Friend.
// mother //
Victoria Maraline Hale (51; Trophy Wife)
// father //
Cygnus Lucian Hale (59; Investor)
// sibling //
Willam Caspian Hale (29; Scientific Research)
// sibling//
Dorian Clarence Hale (23; Student)
// pet //
Verde (3; A Small Hairless Cat)
// friends//
Available
// enemies //
Available
“He... He Knows Things. He Can Look At You And Tell You Five Things Your Own Closest Friends Don't Know. It's Creepy As Hell.”
//↪ A Girl In His Philosophy Class.
“He’s Just A Scared Kid Who Was Too Spoiled And Never Really Grew Up. He’s Trying, Though.”
//↪ Mallory’s Therapist.
“He’s Extremely Artistic And Creative.”
//↪ His Violin Tutor.
↪ Victoria Hale thought she’d never even have the option to be pregnant again, at her age. Turns out, she was right, but not in the way she thought she was. Considering she thought she had no risk of getting pregenant, it was pointless to use protection with her husband. No risks. Right?
Wrong.
Turns out, when she consulted the private doctor her family hired, she wasn’t sick; she was carrying her third child. With two sons already, her husband, Cygnus, desperately wanted a daughter. Victoria was fine either way, as long as the kid was happy.
Finally, on Halloween, Madeline Alice Hale was born. A baby girl who was unusually silent- she never spoke a word until she was seven years old, when she started speaking using complex language and compound sentences. The surprise her family got when she one day sat down at the conversation and held a full blown conversation with her eldest brother about philosophy and the human condition was immense.
Maddie was small and quiet, not the type to go wandering outside, instead she preferred to sit in the library of their home and read book after book, or search the internet for hours on end.
She was mostly raised by her mother and nannies, since her father was never home and her brothers had already started boarding school.
If you talked to her- which was rare, most people ignored her because they couldn't quite piece together her thoughts since they were rather advanced- you’d find that she was a bitter child, not smiling in any pictures you could find. She refused skirts and dresses, instead opting to walk around in trousers and a blouse.
Her mother hired several world class tutors which would come and sit with her child every day for seven hours and go through many different things, including French (her mother was raised in France and Maddie already had a fair grip on the subject), English, Science, Math, History, Philosophy, Religion, Psychology and Sociology. She also greatly enjoyed music and was a highly skilled musician, playing Piano and Violin better than most adults could ever aspire to. As she grew older, she began to take an interest in the outdoors, enjoying the study of botany and biology, dissecting small animals she found and drawing diagrams of plants for hours on end. Her mother suggested horse riding, and Maddie was surprised to find she enjoyed it.
She’d never really shown a preference for stereotypically gendered things, not until she was thirteen years old. She sat down for afternoon tea one Sunday with her mother and turned to the older woman. “You know I’m really a boy, don’t you?”
Her mother was in shock. She stayed silent, and throughout the drinking of tea and eating of scones, they both remained in a quiet hush, neither saying anything more.
The next time they saw each other was two days later. Victoria had come searching for her little girl in the Library and quickly found her.
“If you’re going to tell me that I’m wrong and not entitled to feel the way I do, nique ta mere.”
“Madeline!” Her mother had exclaimed in shock.
Victoria sat down with her third child, taking her hands in her own. “Do you truly feel this way?”
Maddie had only nodded.
“I’ll make an appointment with Dr. Malone. I love you more than anything, Maddie, I just want you to be happy. I suppose you’ll want to pick out a new name, hmm? Why don’t you go look at our ancestry books and find one?” She suggested with a kind smile.
Later, Maddie suggested the name Mallory Abraxas, and it fit the small child.
Soon, Mallory went to the doctors appointment and was referred to a gender therapist. Within six months, Mallory attended group sessions and therapist appointments at his nearest clinic- the Tavistock, in London. Cutting off his long blonde hair was one of the best feelings in the world.
His father was not supportive in the least and constantly degraded and ridiculed his child whenever he saw him.
Mallory began attending a real school shortly after that, and was bullied pretty badly, which didn’t help his already bitter attitude towards most. By the end of his first year at the boarding school, Mallory had developed anorexia, after countless people purposely misgendering him. Mallory hoped that as he lost weight, his fat distribution would change. It had- he was frail, not much more than a stick in the wind. He was very tall for a “girl” so that helped him to pass. Mallory ignored the students and concentrated heavily on two aspects of his life- a) his studies and b) exercise. He became anxious around people, not wanting to speak to anyone, struggling with the path he knew he needed to travel to be who he really was inside.
He stopped attending classes- they were too “boring!” apparently, and he really didn't want to end up sitting in a class were everyone constantly picked on him. It became a usual occurrence for Mallory to be sexually harassed or beaten up. Eventually, Mallory dropped out, going back to being privately tutored. Although his patterns of not eating and eating and binging continued, he was now less regularly covered in bruises, unless he fell off of his horse.
At fifteen, Mallory was preparing to start testosterone. He knew he would begin passing more, that within a few months, his voice would drop and he’d no longer get those awful pains in his stomach for seven days a month. He finally signed his deed pole and got his first shot of the hormone on his sixteenth birthday.
With hope for a fresh start, he applied for the Athena Academy, passing the testing with flying colours. Although it was late in the year, Mallory began 2nd Year in January, easily keeping up with the other students. He passed well, and though he was generally disliked by most, it was more due to his obsession with fire and faked self-confidence that seemed more like arrogance. Finally, he felt like he belonged somewhere. Binding his chest tightly, a packer shoved into his briefs, Mallory felt more like himself than he had ever felt, yet he knew that he still had a long way to go.
At the end of his second year, after his exams, Mallory accidentally set fire to a school building. Oops.
After a close-expulsion, a plea from the boy and a large donation to the school from his mother, Mallory was reprimanded and the privilege that was having his own room was taken away without his input. Now, as a third year, Mallory is struggling to hide his secret from the other students and his roommate. What else could possibly go wrong?
“I Fell From Heaven. I Mean, Look At My Face. Straight From Heaven. Just Like Satan.”
//↪ Mallory, The Kid Wonder Himself.
That’s My Boy || Vast
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▪▪
▪ anneliese eva dietrich ▪
anneliese ↪ ah-neh-lees god's grace
eva ↪ eev living one
dietrich ↪ dee-trihk people's ruler
also known aѕ: anna (by friends and family); liese (by older generations)
▪ 18 years old ▪
seemingly in her early twenties
date of birth ↪ july 23rd, 1996
time of birth ↪ 9:03am
blood type ↪ b-
symbols and signs ↪ leo (western zodiac); fire (element); ruby (birthstone)
▪ female - derived from the xx chromosome ▪
defines as female/feminine
sapiosexual ↪ single
▪ human ▪
no supernatural abilities, unless you count intelligence
affiliation ↪ athena academy for the mentally gifted
position ↪ fourth-year student; feer
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(view spoiler)
face claim ↪ emilia clarkesome sharp, some soft features; average, blemish-free complexion; wavy, rib length, dark brown hair; green eyes with flecks of gold; five feet, five inches in height; average weight; fit body type; sophisticated clothing style; simple makeup style; tone of voice; ambidextrious; vanilla scent; excellent posturecontinued b e l o w
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▪ intj personality type ▪quick; imaginative; strategic; confident; independent; decisive; hard-working; determined; open-minded; arrogant; judgmental; analytical
likes ↪ learning; books; science; when everything falls logically into place
dislikes ↪ ignorance; stubbornness; somehow not leaving a mark on history
strengths ↪ giving a good first impression; debating; being sarcastic
weaknesses ↪ good food; insects; people who refuse to be taught/reasoned with
▪ the story ▪the dietrich family is a powerful one in the law community, and a very rich one, too. their law firm is the biggest one in the north-eastern part of the united states.
anneliese was born the first child, and because of that, was given very high expectations. while she's originally from new york city, she moved to london with her aunt and grandfather when she was six for 'world experience', and essentially grew up there. her parents visited quite frequently, however she still was never close to them as she should have been.
everyone in her family expected something different from her, and rarely were her younger siblings subject to such pestering. her parents wished for her to be a lawyer, her aunt wanted her to be a historian, her grandfather wanted her to take up science like he had... so when they put her in athena, they made her do everything.
like she's expressed many times before, though, she is most interested in science, and her classes express this.
while anneliese seems very orderly and such, she occasionally gets a bit overwhelmed from all her work (she has two extra, paid-for classes). she enjoys it, though, so she won't let a bit of stress stop her.
biology (standard level)
physics (standard level)
sociology (standard level)
philosophy (paid addition; standard level)
chemistry (high level)
history (high level)
psychology (high level)
business & management (paid addition; high level)
ethnicity ↪ caucasian (american)
place of birth ↪ new york city, new york
current residence ↪ athena academy for the mentally gifted
belongings ↪ a leather bound notebook she favors with her name engraved on the front
relationships ↪intermediate family (view spoiler)
friends (view spoiler)
romantic relationships (view spoiler)
enemies (view spoiler)
acquaintances (view spoiler)
pets/others (view spoiler)
goals ↪ to become a chemist
to graduate from athena with top marks
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Trigger Warning For Sexual Assault
Your Makeup Is Terrible || Alaska Thunderfuck 5000
”An Interview In Exchange For Candy? I’m In! Wait, Why Do You Want An Interview? Oh, Right. After All, I’m Gonna Be Famous One Day…”
//↪ Jayy, A Super Kawaii Teen Boy.
Jason || Alexander || Castle
15 Years Old || March 29th || Aries
Masculine || XY Chromosomes || He/Him/His
Homosexual || Available
2nd Year || Schollie
Economics || Business and Management || Mathematics
Philosophy || German - Middle || Sociology
“Jayy? He’s Weird, Lemme Tell You.”
//↪ A Kid In His Philosophy Class.
“He Eats Way To Much Sugar. He Burns It Off, I Suppose, With All That Running Around And Giggling He Does…”
//↪ The Gym Teacher.
“It’s Like He’s My Son. I Love Him More Than Anything.”
//↪ Seb, His Oldest Brother.
|| face claim ||
Jayy Von Monroe
|| hair ||
Black; Long; Straightened and Backcombed
|| eyes ||
Green
|| height ||
5’7”
|| weight ||
130lbs
|| markings ||
Piercings, Scarring Across Hipbones From Laying On Burning Objects. Clever, Huh?
|| scent ||
Strawberries; Glue; Lipgloss; Candy
“He’s Very Easily Distracted, Not Disciplined. He Needs To Work On That.”
//↪ His Economics Teacher.
“I Almost Knocked His Front Teeth Out When He Was Twelve.”
//↪ Lola, His Sister.
“He Never Shuts Up. It’s Confusing, Because He Starts Rambling In German And English In The Same Sentence.”
//↪ The Girl Who Sits Beside Him In German Class.
Adventurous || Curious || Enthusiastic || Creative || Imaginative
Impulsive || Gullible || Inconsistant || Clingy || Immature
|| strengths ||
Agility; Fashion; Optimism; Communicating; Forms Friendships Easily
|| weaknesses ||
Too Trusting; Easily Manipulated; Doesn’t Think About Consequences; Hyperactivity From Eating Too Much Sugar (This Is A Constant State Of Being, Really.)
|| likes ||
Candy; Animals; Music; Hello Kitty; Cartoons; Games; Fashion; Pink; Cutness; Talking; Romance
|| dislikes ||
Vegetables; Mean People; School; Studying; Rudeness; Silence; Being Sad; Pessimism; Skeptisim
”I Was Surprised When He Started Working On Math. He’s Quick, I’ll Give Him That.”
//↪ Frankie, His Brother.
”He’s A Bit Girly, Don’t You Think? All That Pink And Shit?”
//↪ A Kid In Sociology.
“He Seems Really Dumb, But I Sneaked A Peak At His Notebook. Holy Fuck. He Seems Like His Head Is Full Of Air, But Steal His Notes And You’ll Find The Truth.”
//↪ The Kid Who Sits In Front Of Him In Math.
|| mother ||
Meredith Lovelace (Deceased; 35 At Death)
|| father ||
Joseph Castle (“Minor” Position In The Government; 49)
|| sibling ||
Sebastian Vincent Castle (Government Lackey; 21)
|| sibling ||
Frances Edmund Castle (Government Lackey; 21)
|| cousin ||
Lolita Jessamine Grey (Student; 18)
|| friends ||
Available
|| enemies ||
Available
“Sometimes I Want To Hit The Bitch. He’s Annoying As Hell.”
//↪ The Kid Who Sits In Front Of Him In Business.
“If You Date Him, And You Hurt Him? I’ll End You. That’s A Promise.”
//↪ Seb, His Brother.
”His Suitcase Is Full Of Candy. I Tried To Stop Him.”
//↪ His Father.
↪ Mistake. Jayy was the mistake that ruined his family.
With Meredith dead in childbirth, four children to raise and a highly stressful job, Joseph struggled. Turning to alcohol had initially helped, but after a few months and the threat of being sacked, he got his act together. He hired a babysitter to tend to the children when they weren't at school and take care of his youngest son whilst he worked from 8am till 10pm. Time wore on, and Joseph climbed the government ladder, taking harder and harder jobs. The money wasn’t enough, not really, but he kept working and working. He wished he had more time, more time to care for his children, but without the work they would have no money and no means to care for the four. It was an uphill struggle that was only getting steeper. He decided that the children would be better with the money to buy them food, shelter, water and clothing than they would be with a father.
Jayy was a loud child, a trouble maker. He had to fight to be heard over his older siblings, had to fight to be noticed. He had an odd streak of bright creativity that none of his siblings had. Seb was charming, manipulative and flirtatious. He could easily get whatever he wanted from anyone he came into contact with. Frankie had intelligence, not even just common sense, but an understanding of the world. Lola had her cynicism and morbid side that gave her a strong interest in dissecting animals and hitting Jayy just to see what bruising patterns he’d acquire. She was rather violent.
Then there was Jayy. The smallest of the bunch. Even when he grew older, he’d never been as tall or as filled or muscular as the others when they were his age. Compared to his classmates, he was a tiny little boy with messy black hair and no desire to eat bugs with the other children. He loved glitter, and the colour pink, and cute animals and playing with Lola’s makeup when they were a bit older. He liked playing house or dress up with the girls in his peer group.
Ever since Jayy was little, Seb was very protective over him. Frankie was his twin, he couldn't baby him, and Lola was far to independent, even at the age of five, to let him care for her. Jayy it was. Jayy was very clingy. He quickly latched onto Seb’s affections. Seb didn’t mind, that was what he had wanted.
Jayy was practically raised by Seb. Seb was his best friend, even over all of the girls who would put him in a dress. Seb would read to him, since Jayy found that difficult. They would cuddle often. Sometimes Seb would carry him around on his hip, even as Jayy got older, since he never really filled out properly.
Jayy loved secondary school. Art was his calling- he loved textiles and painting and drawing and designing. The boys called him a fag. Maybe that was true, but Jayy didn’t know much about that. Not until he was thirteen years old, in Year Eight, when a bunch of older boys blocked off the exits of the bathroom and forced him to his knees.
Jayy never told anyone except his oldest and favourite brother- Seb. Seb, with the help of his friends, beat the living daylights out of the kids that had mentally scarred his baby brother.
The small boy stopped talking to the girls in his school. He didn’t talk to the boys, either. Seb said it might be a good idea to cut his hair, stop wearing makeup, stop making dresses and clothes in Art Class, as much as he hated the idea. Seb thought his brother was perfect how he was, but the other kids didn’t see it that way and he didn’t want his brother to be bullied when he wasn't there to protect him.
He lost all of his friends, the friends who he had had for years. In Art, he sat silently.
“Maybe you should join Math Club. You’re good at math, and Frankie could always help you if you get stuck. Dad’d be proud.” Seb said.
Jayy thought that was a good idea- the Math Kids were nice, even if they were a bit distant. Jayy liked that idea. He asked Frankie to teach him basic math theory and they would work on problems every day for an hour after school until Jayy was confident enough to join the club. Surprisingly, he made a lot of friends. Jayy, being so easy to get on with, was liked by most of the students in the club, who were mostly older kids.
One day, the Math Teacher who ran the club approached him with an application form. “You have talent, Jason. I’ve noticed that you don’t have many friends at this school, and you could do so much better. I have a friend who works at this school. It’s a scholarship form.” He passed over the form.
Jayy took it home that day and showed it to Seb and Frankie. They were both so proud of him. They filled the form in together that night, and soon, all three took the train to the location that Jayy would take the exam at.
Jayy didn’t even say goodbye to anyone at school except the kids at the math club and his favourite teachers. He’d passed the exam with flying colours. His father offered him a smile and to buy him some art supplies, if he wanted them.
No matter how excited he was to be starting a new school, Jayy missed Art. He was good at math, yes, but he didn’t care about math. Art was still his passion, he still wanted to paint and draw and design. Still, his family were proud and he had to go.
Jayy started Athena in September of his First Year. He missed his family terribly. He missed being carried around his house by Seb, he missed his long tutor sessions with Frankie, he even missed being whacked in the face by Lola. He missed his Dad’s concerned glances and his babysitter’s hair ruffles she passed out so freely. Still, Athena was brilliant. He might not get to wear makeup every day, but he wasn’t assaulted for liking other boys. He grew his hair out back to where it had been before.
Jayy might not have any close friends, but he is generally liked by most. He is very loud and a bit of an attention seeker. Complete Drama Queen, really. He wishes he had someone who he could look up to and be adored by, like his brother, but Jayy knows that’s just asking for trouble. Still, a boy can dream.
“Well, I Want To Be Famous. I Dunno How Yet. Maybe I’ll Be A Makeup Artist. Maybe A Model. I’ve Got The Face For It, Right?”
//↪ Jayy, The Sunshine Kid.
I Look Fuckin’ Cool || Adore Delano
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Do I Wanna Know || Arctic Monkeys
”I’m Nothing Special, Honestly.”
//↪ Rowan, A Faking Wallflower.
Rowan || Elijah || Westwood
17 Years Old || August 30th || Virgo
Masculine || XY Chromosomes || He/Him/His
Heterosexual || Reserved For Trisscar
4th Year || Feer
Art And Design || Mathematics || Design Technology
Physics || History || Geography
“Who?”
//↪ The Kid Who Sits Next To Him In History
“I Dunno. He Seems Nice?”
//↪ A Kid In His Physics Class.
“He Never Does Partner Or Group Work, Never Talks To Anyone In Class, Not Since Last Christmas, Anyway.”
//↪ His Design Technology Teacher.
|| face claim ||
Francisco Lachowski
|| hair ||
Brown; Slight Curl; Short
|| eyes ||
Brown; Deep; Soft
|| height ||
6”4”
|| weight ||
160lbs
|| markings ||
A Collection Of Moles; A Small Tattoo Outline Of A Heart On His Right Wrist.
|| scent ||
Cinnamon; Chocolate; Wood; Smoke
“His Fiancé Died. Of Course He’s Quiet. Prats.”
//↪ A Female Feer He Is Manipulating.
“I Don’t Know Much About Him, But I Know He’s Filthy Stinkin’ Rich.”
//↪ Another Feer.
“He’s Actually Rather Charming. A True Gentleman, When You Get To Know Him A Bit.”
//↪ The Girl Who Sits Next To Him In Math. As You Guessed, He Was Manipulating Her, Too.
Patient || Charming || Responsible || Ambitious || Careful
Manipulative || Possessive || Cunning || Detatched || Bored
|| strengths ||
Manipulation; Easily Blends In; Pick-Pocketing; Planning; Forgery; Charm
|| weaknesses ||
Bodies Of Water; Pretty Girls; Darkness; Mentions Of Evelyn; Controlled By William (His Father).
|| likes ||
Architecture; Criminology; Girls; Music; Autumn
|| dislikes ||
Stupidity; Social Niceties; Simplicity; Ignorance; Drugs
“Such A Nice Young Man, So Lovely.”
//↪ Ada Harper, Mother Of His Deceased Fiancé.
“He Gives Me The Answers To The Homework, And For That, I Love Him.”
//↪ A Rich Feer Rowan Is Currently Manipulating.
”I Heard He’s Adopted. Raised By William Westwood. Impressive, Huh?”
//↪ Person.
|| adoptive father ||
William Warren Westwood (Professional Criminal; 33)
|| adoptive brother ||
Beckley Goldman Westwood (Student; 18)
|| pet ||
Belle (view spoiler)
|| friends ||
Available
|| enemies ||
Available
“He Was Nicer When He Was In Love With That Girl. Suicide, Apparently. He’s Been A Bit Weird Since Then.”
//↪ His Roommate.
“I’ve Taught Him Well, I Think.”
//↪ William Westwood, Adoptive Father.
“Rowan? We Work Well Together, When He's Not Crying Like A Sissy In The Toilets.”
//↪ Beckley Goldman Westwood.
↪ Unremarkable. That’s how Rowan would describe his life before William came along.
A small baby boy, left on the doorstep of an orphanage. How cliche. He was taken in, fed, given shelter. No one knew anything about his life before he was left in the rain that night.
It was obvious that the little boy was smarter than the others from a young age. He was independent and communicative- he always seemed to know what others wanted from him, and how to please them. Rowan had always been a people pleaser. He was a pretty little boy, who was politely mannered and tested well. He was shipped around from foster home to foster home- at first, he always seemed like he was perfect, yet he was… Odd. No one could really figure out what it was- the fact that people often didn't notice him in rooms, the way you didn't see him until he spoke, the way his eyes looked far too sad. Still, he was strange, and strangeness wasn't tolerated.
He’d been back at the care home for three weeks when one of the wealthiest men in the country came to visit. He hadn’t been attempting to find a child, he was just visiting the owner of the orphanage- she owed him a favour, apparently. She’s been expecting to have to give him money, or hide a body for him or something ridiculous. Not give him a child. Mr William Westwood was a danger to himself and others, and she couldn't hand over a child. But she had to, if she didn't want him to plant a bomb and kill over a hundred children. She wanted to give him an older child, one who would be leaving in only a couple of months anyway, but no. He wanted to pick. He ordered her to collect all of the children and have them waiting in the Hall in rows. Westwood quickly eliminated some of the children- the disabled, the small, the snivelling, the young, the kids who were too old. Then, he demanded the remainders test scores from the last few months.
Rowan Elijah- highest score ever seen in the home.
Naturually, William wanted that one.
He interviewed him, then physically examined him. Yes, he would do nicely.
Rowan was adopted by William Westwood, taking his last name. At nine years old, he could finally say he had a father, even if Westwood said he was to be called “Will” when they were at home. He had everything he wanted- clothes, food, books. He never asked for toys, Will noted.
Beckley was another kid who had been adopted by William, and although they were the same age, Beck had lived with Will since he was three years old. Beck and Rowan never really grew close- Beck was much too strange, influenced by Will too much.
They lived in one of the most expensive apartments in London, and Will taught the boy himself, rather than through a schooling system, just like he taught Beck himself. That way he could mold and shape the kid into an image of himself, make him what he needed. It was a perfect idea, really. Rowan never picked up the hints of crazy that Beck had inherited from Will, being older.
Training the kid into a miniature mastermind? That worked. Rowan went from being the nerdy quiet kid to a charming young boy who knew everything there was to know about crime and manipulation. He took up a strong interest in Architecture, and often when William went out to collect his favours and debts, Rowan would walk through the city, observing the buildings, ignoring the way that his slightly older brother preferred to stick to the park, crushing insects and pulling the wings off of birds.
When Rowan was twelve, he met Evelyn Agatha Harper. She was the youngest daughter of Westwood’s personal assistant (or as Rowan called him, Personal Lapdog) and she was gorgous. She was a year older than him, and suddenly, he started spending all of his time with her, every second he could muster.
When Rowan turned up one night with an application form for a school, Rowan was annoyed. He finally had a life- a dad, a best friend, a slightly psychopathic brother, even. But no. Still, he applied and did the exam, along with Beck. He passed with flying colours, made friends, and whilst he was quiet, he was generally well liked.
He wrote emails and skyped Eve every day and soon, they became a couple. At fifteen years old, with the permission of William, Rowan proposed to his best friend.
She said yes.
Beck and Rowan drifted further and further apart, only speaking to argue, fill the commands of their father or plot against other students.
Christmas Break, 3rd year, was when it all changed. Rowan and Eve wrote letters as often as possible and visited each other regularly, but Eve was slowly falling into depression. Will, Rowan and Eve’s family would be staying at a large private resort in the countryside for the break. Upon arriving, he was told that Eve was out by the lake. He found her sitting in the dark, on some chemical induced high, bawling, clawing at the muddy shore.
She drowned that night, after Rowan ran off, leaving to get help from their parents. Little did anyone know, Beck had turned up, out from the darkness of the trees, once Rowan was gone.
When Beck was told, he acted surprised and then started laughing.
Westwood paid off the police- he didnt want an investigation. He had a funny feeling about what had happened, and eventually Beck confessed to him. William didn't tell anyone.
Rowan went back to school that year numb, and he hasn't felt anything since.
“Honestly, Nothing To See Here. Please Move Along.”
//↪ Rowan; Young Man, Master Manipulator, Future Criminal.
Tessellate || Alt-J
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ғɪᴠᴇ ғᴇᴇᴛ sᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɴᴄʜᴇs ▫ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ʟʙs
"Stella Rivers. Heartbreaking, queen bee who deserves to die. But I want to be her so badly"
To the outside eyes, Stella looks like the kind of bratty person who has just about everything. Clearly dead gorgeous, wealthy, loved as well as hated by many. Her golden colored hair usually seen in waves, as well as her piercing green eyes and heart-shaped face gives her an innocent but pretty look to her. No one could guess that underneath that pretty face and slender body, a cruel, deceiving manipulative person was hidden. Stella has a need to always be on the top, both socially and academically. Oftentimes she ends up being cruel to even her closest friends and is willing to do just about anything to get what she wants. Undaunted by nothing, Stella is an adrenaline junkie, always on the lookout for dares or coming up with perfect revenge plots for her numerous enemies. Cunning and manipulative, Stella has a way of getting people to spill their entire life story if they aren't careful. She can easily go from being an angry dangerous rhino to being a girls best friend. Oftentimes Stella changes her entire personality around for a specific person or group of people which leads them to trust her. Which of course is a mistake. Although she knows enough secrets, and has enough blackmail to ruin their entire existence she makes sure that no one knows hers. Or at least does her best to make sure.
Shes a snake hiding behind a very, pretty mask.Classes
↳ Mathematics
↳ Sociology
↳ Psychology
↳ English Literature
↳ Modern Foreign Language -- French
↳ Art and Design
"Mommy, do you love me?"
"No. Now shut up moron"
Those two lines often came up in her house. Did her mom love her? No. Stella grew up with two older sisters, who were smart enough to get best grades and moved out as soon as possible. Stella was different. She didn't want to be like her sisters and just find an easy route out. No, no no. She could stand out. She would stand out. Stella turned to her school and began watching people. She saw how people gained popularity and how they lost it. So Stella started doing the same except she started off small. A tiny group of friends, and soon she branched out. The families, and older students who knew others. Soon enough Stella gained popularity in her small hometown but it wasn't enough. She wanted more. She needed more.
Her parents didn't really care about her. Her mother was a drunk and her father was often away on business. So school was the next best option. Stella realized that popularity and being adored was no where enough. She began getting people to trust her, and soon enough she had more secrets than she had hoped to gain. And soon enough the blackmailing begun. Enemies were formed as Stella forced her fellow peers to act according to her bidding. She gained money, and much more popularity.
Even in the midst of all this, her grades still remained perfect. She made sure to get A's and perhaps one or two B's throughout her entire academic existence, and was active in track, and swimming. She of course gained more friends through the sports and gained more secrets. At this point Stella went to her next phase. Her heartbreaking phase.
By the time she was old enough to take an interest in males she began to date. Many boys were easy toys. She never actually had any feelings towards them besides their looks or social status. A couple make out sessions, and of course there was always her friends with benefits if she got bored. Stella often had an entire group of boys following her as soon as she so much as smiled at them. It was bliss to her.
At this point her teachers noticed her as well. They soon realized that she was of course the pretty 'it' girl, but she was also brilliant. One of them gave her an application, and she filled it out. As her parents had a bit of money, Stella managed to convince them with her pretty face to let her go. On how great it would be for them. And of course they took the deal. She soon left for Athena and continues her heartbreaking, secret stealing, arrogant phase there.
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[ғɪʀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ] Meghan
[ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ] Blythe
[ᴀɢᴇ] 18
↳ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: February 1st
↳ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: 1:37 p.m.
↳ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ: Cardiff, Wales
[Yᴇᴀʀ] Fourth-Year
[Sᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛs]
Hɪɢʜ Lᴇᴠᴇʟ: English Literature, Physics, Mathematics
Sᴛᴀɴᴅᴀʀᴅ Lᴇᴠᴇʟ: English Language, Business and Management, Computer Science
[Cʟɪϙᴜᴇ] Feer, she isn't interested in any clique business, though.
[ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ]
↳ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Brown
↳ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: Brown
↳ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5'7
↳Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 112
↳Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs: None
↳Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ: Jenna-Louise Coleman
↳Aᴛᴛɪʀᴇ: (view spoiler)[
↳Mᴏʀᴇ Pɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇs: (view spoiler)[
[ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ]
To put it simply, Meghan is extremely intelligent. She is way smarter than an average person that is quite intelligent. She was also smart in other fields of study, but she mainly focused on writing, grammar, and reading, and subjects like that. Meghan is also quite kind, she will help those who need it and will stop the taunting of someone if there needs to be someone to stop it. She is also very determined and decisive, she won't back down on anything and she won't start writing a book then stop. Meghan is determined to be the best at writing, and she won't let anything get in her way.
Meghan extremely dislikes history because it doesn't make total sense to her, and dislikes Athena Academy because she finds it to be too different from her old school, and she hates changes. On the other Meghan has always loved writing and reading, she thinks that it is quite fun and she is good at it. She also likes the few friends that she has, and likes school. Meghan also loves being organized, if she wasn't organized perfectly for more than a few minutes, she would freak out.
It also seems that people view Meghan as a nerdy girl who studies all of the time and has no friends, but that really isn't her true personality. She might seem a bit geeky and nerdy, and look like that, (view spoiler)[
[ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ]
Meghan was born into a small family of two, just her mother, Claire Blythe, and her father, James Blythe. They lived in a mid-sized home (view spoiler)[
When Meghan went to her first year at school, her teacher was greatly impressed at her intelligence. Meghan met many friends, and she was friendly to all that were friendly to her, but a lot of people just saw her as "nerdy" and "geeky". All of primary school was quite easy for her, and she enjoyed it a lot.
In secondary school, it wasn't much different. Meghan was still seen as the "nerdy" girl, and she really didn't care. She found science and math to be getting slightly boring (though she was still excellent in those classes), and history bored her to death (her grades in history were dropping from an A to a B). Meghan still enjoyed reading and writing a whole lot. When she was twelve, she published a novel under a pseudonym of the name Alex Smith and earned, actually, quite a bit of money. That's when she knew that she was going to be an author for her whole life.
The summer after she finished her seventh year of schooling, her father's job got relocated to London, England, and Claire and Meghan moved with him to London. She went to eighth grade in London. When she was getting ready to enroll in high school, she saw Athena Academy, and she wasn't enrolled in a school yet, so she decided to apply for there. She got accepted, and, of course, went to school there. She enjoyed her years there, but found it odd, usually school was quite easy for her, but it was quite hard for her here.
[ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀs]
ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: Claire Blythe
ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ: James Blythe
sɪʙʟɪɴɢs: None
[ʟɪᴋᴇs]
↳ Writing
↳ Reading
↳ School
↳ Friends
↳ Being Organized
[ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs]
↳ Moving to New Places
↳ History Class
↳ Changes
[sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs]
↳ Intelligent
↳ Wise
↳ Witty
↳ Kind
[ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs]
↳ Sometimes a Bit of a Know-It-All
↳ Can Be Bossy
↳ Can Be Impatient
↳ Can Get Jealous Over People Better Than Her
↳ Obsessive Perfectionism