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Name: Trevor Jackson
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bi Sexual
Species: Werewolf. "Baby, I was born this way."
Personality: He's the loud and rowdy friend. Likes to make people laugh, but is known to be offensive, and tends to push his luck. People either Love him, or hate him; there's really no in between. Despite his loud exterior, the guy's rather sensitive. He worries, he gets offended, and he has crushes, just like any other 10 year old girl. The difference is; he strives to be an asshole, and not let his true emotions show through. Also, is completely terrified of commitment. To the point, where most people he sleeps with, he only sees once, and gags on the R word. The only real exception is; He only ever gets tattoos from one artist. Says to do otherwise would be cheating. Secretly is in love with said tattoo artist. Sorta kinda an alcoholic, and a rather huge chain smoker. Loves weed, and dabbles in other drugs. His family does not know he has any sort of interest in guys, and he's sort of worried that if they found out they would freak. Whiskey makes him black out, and he has a secret sadistic love for fighting.
Physical Appearance: He likes to spend all of his money on tattoos, piercings, and loud stuff. Or his hair; if the guy's having a bad hair day, you will not see him. Also tends to stock up on funky contacts, being that his natural eye color is a very light grey, which he hates, and feels he doesn't even have an eye color; or in his own words "Got screwed, man." He's tall, about 6'3 and has a somewhat lithe frame, that he practically kills himself at the gym to keep "somewhat aesthetically appealing." In reality, he's built pretty well, and paired with his height, the guy can look pretty intimidating. He's also pretty well endowed, and has a Prince Albert piercing.
History: Trevor Jackson; always the scrappy one. Wolves seemed to think that it was simply because he was the son of the Alpha, and that made him think he was hot shit. In truth, the boy could have been born a slave, and he would have rose to take the Kingdom. He had this annoying sort of charm that people would roll their eyes at, while not being entirely able to resist it. Well. For the most part, anyhow. He was Prince Charming, with an arrogant snarl. The guy was successful, aside from being the son of a powerful wolf. He worked in camps, and earned good money. Some of the pack didn't agree with leaving town just for money, but in truth, Trevor needed a little adventure in his life. His Dad expected too much of him. Trevor didn't want to run the pack, he just wanted to fuck everything that moved, and run wild forever. When he met ____, it had honestly surprised him. Not that he surprised him; not literally, anyway. It was just striking for him to meet a female that he took notice to, and actually hold an interest in. He had feelings for her, and aside from his mother; that just didn't happen. At first, he thought he just wanted to get into his pants, but it didn't take long for Trevs to realize that he just had a connection to her. They got along, and he enjoyed being around her. A few would bother him about hanging around with a Stray, but hell; he got in enough fights for no reason to justify starting something in the name of his defense. Wolves all seemed to be bloody snobs to him, anyway.
Intro bit
Warily eyeing the phone buzzing on the bed, Trevor glanced at the name flashing across the screen, triple checking it wasn't anyone he didn't want to talk to, before answering. "Hey Mom." he answered, sounding just as haggard as he was feeling. "No, I'm fine.. what's wrong?" She sounded upset. Beyond upset. It wouldn't have been the first time she had called him in tears, but she didn't usually try to hide it. Not like this.
Her voice broke, and the waves rushed forward. That and a lot of babbling. "Mom slow do--what? What?" he didn't understand what she was trying to say. There was some muffling, and his cousin's voice sounded on the other end next.
"Get back here you idiot. Gary's out." his cousin hissed on the other end of the line.
"Out?" Trevor asked, sitting up, trying to shake off the hangover. "You mean like.."
"Out out. Get your mangy ass home. Now."
Click.
Gary was gone?
Of all the times he had wished his father into an early, and incredibly shallow grave, Trevor hadn't ever imagined it feeling like this. He wasn't happy about it. Not after hearing how torn up his mom was over it. Hadn't he ever considered how she would handle everything?
That was about 3 days ago. Trevor was going to just fly back, but after all of it, he was sort of nervous about going back. Plus, he really didn't want to just leave all of his stuff. He had, however, packed up that day, and left for home. Where he was currently pulling into his parents' drive. Well, his mom's now. She was sitting at the kitchen table, about 4 people on either side of her when he had shown up. They were remembering things about Gary, and he had had to sit through all of it. Every memory he hated. All the things he couldn't remember.
"But he was such a great wolf."
"The best pack Alpha we've had."
"He always helped everyone."
Trevor had resented the man nearly his whole life. Finally, he was pulled to the side; literally, and quite roughly, by the cousin that had been growling at him over the phone the other day. Jack. "What took you so long?"
"I wasn't exactly next door."
"You could have caught a plane."
"I'm not leaving my shit for Gary's dead ass."
Jack gave him a hard shove in the stomach, pushing him out the back door. "You realize you've got to get your shit together now, right? You know what this means."
Rolling his eyes, Trevor looked away, rubbing the back of his neck in irritation. He knew. He just didn't want it. "Yeah yeah."
"No, not yeah yeah. You've had your fun. You can't just run from this, Trevor. Jack's face softened a little. He didn't hate Trevor. Not by any means. But he had been playing the role of the guy's conscience for years. He's the Beta, you know."
Trevor sighed, turning and reaching for a cigarette to calm his nerves. "How'd he pull that off?"
Slapping a hand on his cousin's shoulder, Jack sat with him on the steps. "He grew up."
He had taken the day to himself. To unpack, and get some sort of food beyond the stale cereal in his cupboards. But today, Jack was dragging him out to see her. Trevor needed to talk to her. At the very least, for the good of the pack. He needed to know what was going on.
And so, the guy was here. Unwillingly dressed in tattered pants, scuffed boots, a raggy band shirt, and his usual patched up leather jacket, over some hoodie that he couldn't even remember. He glanced in through a window, and sighed, taking the last drag of the third cigarette he'd light since getting in his truck this morning, and snuffing it out, before walking inside. He looked.. about as tired as he felt. "Hey, ___." he said in a gruff voice, praying he wasn't going to leap over that desk at him. Trevs wouldn't have blamed him for it. He knew it was a shit move to run. That's why he had done it. Even if he had stayed, the guy would have pushed him away. It had been easier that way. At least he hadn't had to look him in the eye.
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bi Sexual
Species: Werewolf. "Baby, I was born this way."
Personality: He's the loud and rowdy friend. Likes to make people laugh, but is known to be offensive, and tends to push his luck. People either Love him, or hate him; there's really no in between. Despite his loud exterior, the guy's rather sensitive. He worries, he gets offended, and he has crushes, just like any other 10 year old girl. The difference is; he strives to be an asshole, and not let his true emotions show through. Also, is completely terrified of commitment. To the point, where most people he sleeps with, he only sees once, and gags on the R word. The only real exception is; He only ever gets tattoos from one artist. Says to do otherwise would be cheating. Secretly is in love with said tattoo artist. Sorta kinda an alcoholic, and a rather huge chain smoker. Loves weed, and dabbles in other drugs. His family does not know he has any sort of interest in guys, and he's sort of worried that if they found out they would freak. Whiskey makes him black out, and he has a secret sadistic love for fighting.
Physical Appearance: He likes to spend all of his money on tattoos, piercings, and loud stuff. Or his hair; if the guy's having a bad hair day, you will not see him. Also tends to stock up on funky contacts, being that his natural eye color is a very light grey, which he hates, and feels he doesn't even have an eye color; or in his own words "Got screwed, man." He's tall, about 6'3 and has a somewhat lithe frame, that he practically kills himself at the gym to keep "somewhat aesthetically appealing." In reality, he's built pretty well, and paired with his height, the guy can look pretty intimidating. He's also pretty well endowed, and has a Prince Albert piercing.
History: Trevor Jackson; always the scrappy one. Wolves seemed to think that it was simply because he was the son of the Alpha, and that made him think he was hot shit. In truth, the boy could have been born a slave, and he would have rose to take the Kingdom. He had this annoying sort of charm that people would roll their eyes at, while not being entirely able to resist it. Well. For the most part, anyhow. He was Prince Charming, with an arrogant snarl. The guy was successful, aside from being the son of a powerful wolf. He worked in camps, and earned good money. Some of the pack didn't agree with leaving town just for money, but in truth, Trevor needed a little adventure in his life. His Dad expected too much of him. Trevor didn't want to run the pack, he just wanted to fuck everything that moved, and run wild forever. When he met ____, it had honestly surprised him. Not that he surprised him; not literally, anyway. It was just striking for him to meet a female that he took notice to, and actually hold an interest in. He had feelings for her, and aside from his mother; that just didn't happen. At first, he thought he just wanted to get into his pants, but it didn't take long for Trevs to realize that he just had a connection to her. They got along, and he enjoyed being around her. A few would bother him about hanging around with a Stray, but hell; he got in enough fights for no reason to justify starting something in the name of his defense. Wolves all seemed to be bloody snobs to him, anyway.
Intro bit
Warily eyeing the phone buzzing on the bed, Trevor glanced at the name flashing across the screen, triple checking it wasn't anyone he didn't want to talk to, before answering. "Hey Mom." he answered, sounding just as haggard as he was feeling. "No, I'm fine.. what's wrong?" She sounded upset. Beyond upset. It wouldn't have been the first time she had called him in tears, but she didn't usually try to hide it. Not like this.
Her voice broke, and the waves rushed forward. That and a lot of babbling. "Mom slow do--what? What?" he didn't understand what she was trying to say. There was some muffling, and his cousin's voice sounded on the other end next.
"Get back here you idiot. Gary's out." his cousin hissed on the other end of the line.
"Out?" Trevor asked, sitting up, trying to shake off the hangover. "You mean like.."
"Out out. Get your mangy ass home. Now."
Click.
Gary was gone?
Of all the times he had wished his father into an early, and incredibly shallow grave, Trevor hadn't ever imagined it feeling like this. He wasn't happy about it. Not after hearing how torn up his mom was over it. Hadn't he ever considered how she would handle everything?
That was about 3 days ago. Trevor was going to just fly back, but after all of it, he was sort of nervous about going back. Plus, he really didn't want to just leave all of his stuff. He had, however, packed up that day, and left for home. Where he was currently pulling into his parents' drive. Well, his mom's now. She was sitting at the kitchen table, about 4 people on either side of her when he had shown up. They were remembering things about Gary, and he had had to sit through all of it. Every memory he hated. All the things he couldn't remember.
"But he was such a great wolf."
"The best pack Alpha we've had."
"He always helped everyone."
Trevor had resented the man nearly his whole life. Finally, he was pulled to the side; literally, and quite roughly, by the cousin that had been growling at him over the phone the other day. Jack. "What took you so long?"
"I wasn't exactly next door."
"You could have caught a plane."
"I'm not leaving my shit for Gary's dead ass."
Jack gave him a hard shove in the stomach, pushing him out the back door. "You realize you've got to get your shit together now, right? You know what this means."
Rolling his eyes, Trevor looked away, rubbing the back of his neck in irritation. He knew. He just didn't want it. "Yeah yeah."
"No, not yeah yeah. You've had your fun. You can't just run from this, Trevor. Jack's face softened a little. He didn't hate Trevor. Not by any means. But he had been playing the role of the guy's conscience for years. He's the Beta, you know."
Trevor sighed, turning and reaching for a cigarette to calm his nerves. "How'd he pull that off?"
Slapping a hand on his cousin's shoulder, Jack sat with him on the steps. "He grew up."
He had taken the day to himself. To unpack, and get some sort of food beyond the stale cereal in his cupboards. But today, Jack was dragging him out to see her. Trevor needed to talk to her. At the very least, for the good of the pack. He needed to know what was going on.
And so, the guy was here. Unwillingly dressed in tattered pants, scuffed boots, a raggy band shirt, and his usual patched up leather jacket, over some hoodie that he couldn't even remember. He glanced in through a window, and sighed, taking the last drag of the third cigarette he'd light since getting in his truck this morning, and snuffing it out, before walking inside. He looked.. about as tired as he felt. "Hey, ___." he said in a gruff voice, praying he wasn't going to leap over that desk at him. Trevs wouldn't have blamed him for it. He knew it was a shit move to run. That's why he had done it. Even if he had stayed, the guy would have pushed him away. It had been easier that way. At least he hadn't had to look him in the eye.
Name: Hailey "Harley" Davidson
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Orientation: Pansexual
Species: Faerie/ Human
Personality: She's usually somewhat conflicted in feelings toward most things. Like she can never quite make up her mind. For the most part, she can at least pretend that she knows what she wants, but inside she's never quite sure. Harley can come off as cold, despite any actual mood. She doesn't usually like people; that would be the Faerie side. She thinks she's better than everyone. She certainly looks better than that girl across the room. Faeries are vain, manipulative, and dominant. Though, her Human side gives her a sense of compassion, that really only comes through as guilt, a lot of the time. Also has self hate issues, as she resents the Human side of herself. The only Human she has ever liked is her Dad. He raised her, after her Mom decided she couldn't stand having a half Human daughter, and left the Human realm. Her Dad had always wanted to name her Harley, since his last name was Davidson, and he was, in fact, just a typical guy. But her Mom wanted Hailey. Thankfully, when the woman left, he was free to change it.
Physical Description: Stands at about 5'9.5 with a slim, fit body, and fitting curves. The Faerie genes ensure that her hair and skin are constantly flawless, thankfully. She's got a few tattoos, and piercings. Mainly her ears, tongue, lip, bridge, and nostril.
History: More will be revealed.
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Orientation: Pansexual
Species: Faerie/ Human
Personality: She's usually somewhat conflicted in feelings toward most things. Like she can never quite make up her mind. For the most part, she can at least pretend that she knows what she wants, but inside she's never quite sure. Harley can come off as cold, despite any actual mood. She doesn't usually like people; that would be the Faerie side. She thinks she's better than everyone. She certainly looks better than that girl across the room. Faeries are vain, manipulative, and dominant. Though, her Human side gives her a sense of compassion, that really only comes through as guilt, a lot of the time. Also has self hate issues, as she resents the Human side of herself. The only Human she has ever liked is her Dad. He raised her, after her Mom decided she couldn't stand having a half Human daughter, and left the Human realm. Her Dad had always wanted to name her Harley, since his last name was Davidson, and he was, in fact, just a typical guy. But her Mom wanted Hailey. Thankfully, when the woman left, he was free to change it.
Physical Description: Stands at about 5'9.5 with a slim, fit body, and fitting curves. The Faerie genes ensure that her hair and skin are constantly flawless, thankfully. She's got a few tattoos, and piercings. Mainly her ears, tongue, lip, bridge, and nostril.
History: More will be revealed.
Name: Tanner Barker
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Orientation: Pansexual but.. in a lazy way.
Personality: He's sort of a goof. Has an infectious laugh, and bright smile. Has a thing for space, and dinosaurs. Doesn't really seem to care too much about anything, and sort of just goes with the flow. He accepted a long time ago that things went the way they were gonna go, and fuck the rest; you can't help it. Which, depending on the day, helped or hindered the guy. He could either live like each moment were his last, or.. curl up, and loath himself. Is more spiritual since a certain incident that landed him in the hospital a year ago.
Physical Description: Longer, black hair. Steele blue eyes. Both sides of nose, and tongue pierced. Has 'Nosce Te Ipsum' ((Know Thyself)) tattoo'd down one forearm, and 'Dilige Te Ipsam' ((Love Thyself)) down the other, covering years worth of assorted scars. Stands at 6' with a thin frame that his general hyperactivity, and vegan diet keeps in good shape.
History For reasons he has never shared with anyone, the guy tried to off himself a year ago. He used to use a lot of heroin, and sometimes still struggles with staying clean. Smokes a lot of pot, and a metric ball tone of cigarettes. Has a little brother that he is very proud of; the kid's a little smartie pants. He, himself, was never too bright. Not to say that he was stupid; he just.. never learned in school. Whether the methods were just wrong for him, or he really was just an idiot, he wasn't sure. Either way, the guy had dropped out in 10th grade, and pissed off his piercer enough for a job at the shop.
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Orientation: Pansexual but.. in a lazy way.
Personality: He's sort of a goof. Has an infectious laugh, and bright smile. Has a thing for space, and dinosaurs. Doesn't really seem to care too much about anything, and sort of just goes with the flow. He accepted a long time ago that things went the way they were gonna go, and fuck the rest; you can't help it. Which, depending on the day, helped or hindered the guy. He could either live like each moment were his last, or.. curl up, and loath himself. Is more spiritual since a certain incident that landed him in the hospital a year ago.
Physical Description: Longer, black hair. Steele blue eyes. Both sides of nose, and tongue pierced. Has 'Nosce Te Ipsum' ((Know Thyself)) tattoo'd down one forearm, and 'Dilige Te Ipsam' ((Love Thyself)) down the other, covering years worth of assorted scars. Stands at 6' with a thin frame that his general hyperactivity, and vegan diet keeps in good shape.
History For reasons he has never shared with anyone, the guy tried to off himself a year ago. He used to use a lot of heroin, and sometimes still struggles with staying clean. Smokes a lot of pot, and a metric ball tone of cigarettes. Has a little brother that he is very proud of; the kid's a little smartie pants. He, himself, was never too bright. Not to say that he was stupid; he just.. never learned in school. Whether the methods were just wrong for him, or he really was just an idiot, he wasn't sure. Either way, the guy had dropped out in 10th grade, and pissed off his piercer enough for a job at the shop.
Name: Jack Addams
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bi Curious
Personality: Depends largely on who you are.
Physical Description: Stands at about 6'2 with a solid frame, and evident muscle. Bleach blonde mohawk, pale skin, dark chocolate eyes. Various tattoos and piercings.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bi Curious
Personality: Depends largely on who you are.
Physical Description: Stands at about 6'2 with a solid frame, and evident muscle. Bleach blonde mohawk, pale skin, dark chocolate eyes. Various tattoos and piercings.
Name: Jamie-Lee Crown
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bi Curious
Personality: People often think the girl to be cold, or snobbish. The truth is, she's a space cadet. Jamie is very rarely upset about anything, though is often lost in her thoughts, contributing to rather intense features. The girl is very creative, and spends a lot of her time day dreaming about little side projects she could/ should/ will-probably-forget-to start. She loves to sew, paint, design anything from web pages to makeup styles, to her own clothing. The girl lives in her own little world, for the most part, and finds having friends difficult. Not to say she doesn't want them, or that it is hard to make any.. Jamie's new in town, and does have a lot of people that attmept to be friends with her, but it seems so many of them just can't stand her, for one reason or another. Be it the constant mind wandering, the mass amount of hobbies, or they just think she's ignoring them when she doesn't want to come out. The girl doesn't always like to be out, doing things. Sometimes she just wants to curl up and work on things.
Physical Appearance: Standing at about 5'10, with a thin, well toned frame, and fitted curves, it seemed like the kid was designed to model. So many people had always been after her to eat more, saying she was too thin, and it was unhealthy. Truthfully, she just came from a fat family that couldn't stand to have a skinny girl around. It wasn't that she didn't eat; she just didn't gain the weight. Jamie loves the junk food. She generally has bright orange hair, that will change every now and again. Though, the orange soon returns, without fail. Dreamy, almost misty blue eyes, and very fair skin. The left of her nostril is pierced, as is her tongue. There are also a few holes punched into her ears, including 3 small gauges in each lobe. She has some gearwork tattoo'd onto her right shoulder, and a small sparrow behind her left ear.
History: Will be revealed.
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bi Curious
Personality: People often think the girl to be cold, or snobbish. The truth is, she's a space cadet. Jamie is very rarely upset about anything, though is often lost in her thoughts, contributing to rather intense features. The girl is very creative, and spends a lot of her time day dreaming about little side projects she could/ should/ will-probably-forget-to start. She loves to sew, paint, design anything from web pages to makeup styles, to her own clothing. The girl lives in her own little world, for the most part, and finds having friends difficult. Not to say she doesn't want them, or that it is hard to make any.. Jamie's new in town, and does have a lot of people that attmept to be friends with her, but it seems so many of them just can't stand her, for one reason or another. Be it the constant mind wandering, the mass amount of hobbies, or they just think she's ignoring them when she doesn't want to come out. The girl doesn't always like to be out, doing things. Sometimes she just wants to curl up and work on things.
Physical Appearance: Standing at about 5'10, with a thin, well toned frame, and fitted curves, it seemed like the kid was designed to model. So many people had always been after her to eat more, saying she was too thin, and it was unhealthy. Truthfully, she just came from a fat family that couldn't stand to have a skinny girl around. It wasn't that she didn't eat; she just didn't gain the weight. Jamie loves the junk food. She generally has bright orange hair, that will change every now and again. Though, the orange soon returns, without fail. Dreamy, almost misty blue eyes, and very fair skin. The left of her nostril is pierced, as is her tongue. There are also a few holes punched into her ears, including 3 small gauges in each lobe. She has some gearwork tattoo'd onto her right shoulder, and a small sparrow behind her left ear.
History: Will be revealed.
Name: Ivy Jones
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bisexual
Personality: A bit of a space cadet. The girl likes to party, and by party, I don't necessarily mean go to gatherings. She wants to feel good all the time. She's usually high on something or other, and has been known to pass at random times. Loves all sorts of styles, and has a thing for grungy punk rock. She likes to mess around with girls, but thinks that if knowledge of that got out, it would be bad for her. The girl's not the brightest, but she does know how to get what she wants. She's rather vain, and isn't openly self conscious about anything. Does freak out every once in a while; mostly because of the drugs.
Physical Description: Stands at 5'10, with a thin frame, and slender curves. Blue eyes, usually blonde hair, and sort of elven features. Has a few tattoos, including a black outline of a heart on the side of her left wrist, an outline of a triangle on her right shoulder, and other little assorted things. Tongue and ears pierced, along with 2 industrials in the left ear.
History: She never knew her father; he'd been some customer that her mother had brought home one night, and her mother is fairly similar to herself. Spacey, vain, and loves leopard print. Her mother is a failed show girl, and still lives the life; or tries to. She's back to working as a show girl, though Ivy has her suspicions. The woman has random boyfriends all the time that change weekly if not sooner, and there are always people around the house. She doesn't have much by way of money, but she's gotten pretty great at stealing anything she wants.
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bisexual
Personality: A bit of a space cadet. The girl likes to party, and by party, I don't necessarily mean go to gatherings. She wants to feel good all the time. She's usually high on something or other, and has been known to pass at random times. Loves all sorts of styles, and has a thing for grungy punk rock. She likes to mess around with girls, but thinks that if knowledge of that got out, it would be bad for her. The girl's not the brightest, but she does know how to get what she wants. She's rather vain, and isn't openly self conscious about anything. Does freak out every once in a while; mostly because of the drugs.
Physical Description: Stands at 5'10, with a thin frame, and slender curves. Blue eyes, usually blonde hair, and sort of elven features. Has a few tattoos, including a black outline of a heart on the side of her left wrist, an outline of a triangle on her right shoulder, and other little assorted things. Tongue and ears pierced, along with 2 industrials in the left ear.
History: She never knew her father; he'd been some customer that her mother had brought home one night, and her mother is fairly similar to herself. Spacey, vain, and loves leopard print. Her mother is a failed show girl, and still lives the life; or tries to. She's back to working as a show girl, though Ivy has her suspicions. The woman has random boyfriends all the time that change weekly if not sooner, and there are always people around the house. She doesn't have much by way of money, but she's gotten pretty great at stealing anything she wants.
Name: Andrea "Andi" Diallo (pronounced Jallo)
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Personality: Bold. She doesn't think twice about speaking her mind, or jumping in to help. Overall, Andi is a very positive person. Some people don't like that she is so outspoken, but for the most part, she is a very likable girl. The way she grew up had a definite hand in why she is the way she is. You've got to be strong to make it out there on your own. She's usually pretty calm, and whenever something does manage to upset her, she is quick to talk through things, solve the problem, and move foreward. Is very devoted to living life in the moment. If you are angry, you are living in the past. If you are worried, you are living in the future. To live for the moment is the only way she understands. The rest is time wasted. There is a strong spiritual side to the girl, and she belives in treating oneself (be it body, mind, or spirit) with the utmost respect and love. You cannot love another before you love yourself, as far as she has found.
Physical Description: Standing at about 5'7 with a fit body. She is thin, with fitting curves, and good stature. Darker skin, from her father, a milky complexion from her mother, and a golden tan from the sun. Misty, sort of turquoise eyes, and full lips. Dark brown hair, kept in shorter, beaded dreads. She usually makes most of her clothing, or at least modifies it in some way.She also doesn't believe in throwing anything out, or having anything that you will ever not need or utilize in some way.
History: She grew up in a broken home. Or.. lack of a home, really. Her mother was a stripper, and her father, a client that charmed his way in. The girl and her mother lived in a crappy little apartment, with another "dancer" as her mother had referred to their profession. They were nice people, it wasn't like there was abuse. Just not a lot of money. Not a lot of stuff. Not enough to send her to school, but the two women scraped up enough for books, here and there. The kid was smart. She learned things quickly, and no one really knew how she was getting it. Andi learned math, reading, writing, and painting, seemingly all on her own. Truth be told, she was just extremely observant. She never bothered anyone when they were busy, but every so often, she'd ask her questions, and figure things out. When she turned 12, her mom ran into some trouble. She really never found out what happened, but one night the two women didn't come home. The girl asked the club and everyone she knew of if they had seen them, but it seemed like they had just disappeared. By the end of the month, rent was up, and she had no way of paying. So, she packed up what she needed, and headed out. From that day on, the girl had no official home. She drifted. It's probably a lot to put behind yourself, particularly at such a young age, but Andi doesn't really think of it anymore. Whether the women left her, or died; she can't do anything to change it now. Why worry about it? Every now and again, she'll get a job, and have a town to stay in. Friends to crash with, or whatever. But it usually isn't too long before she's on to the next. Which brings her to this place. A farm. Seemed fitting enough, to her. She's nurturing, and grows well. Loves the Earth, and everything that grows on it. Why not apply, and just see what happensName: Salem Valencourt
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bi Sexual
Physical Description: He's about 6' with a well built body, but not bulky at all. You can see muscle definitely though. Naturally dark hair that he keeps white. Dark green eyes that you'd probably assume were just brown since his whole eye area just seems dark; his skins pale, and his hair is white so having dark brown and eyes just sort of.. It all seems dark. Has scruff on his face pretty often. Nostril, lip, Nipples, and tongue pierced. He's covered in tattoos. Like running out of space covered.
Personality: Of the seven deadly sins, he would be Sloth. The guy is incredibly chill. All the time. He seems like he just can't be bothered to fully wake up most days, and never takes anything too seriously. He doesn't have insecurities, or things that make him snap. That isn't to say he's stupid, or doesn't care about anything. He just doesn't worry, and isn't stuck up. He loves to laugh, and doesn't have any real desire for responsibility. He's happy taking orders. He's in a gang called The Hell Hounds.
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bi Sexual
Physical Description: He's about 6' with a well built body, but not bulky at all. You can see muscle definitely though. Naturally dark hair that he keeps white. Dark green eyes that you'd probably assume were just brown since his whole eye area just seems dark; his skins pale, and his hair is white so having dark brown and eyes just sort of.. It all seems dark. Has scruff on his face pretty often. Nostril, lip, Nipples, and tongue pierced. He's covered in tattoos. Like running out of space covered.
Personality: Of the seven deadly sins, he would be Sloth. The guy is incredibly chill. All the time. He seems like he just can't be bothered to fully wake up most days, and never takes anything too seriously. He doesn't have insecurities, or things that make him snap. That isn't to say he's stupid, or doesn't care about anything. He just doesn't worry, and isn't stuck up. He loves to laugh, and doesn't have any real desire for responsibility. He's happy taking orders. He's in a gang called The Hell Hounds.
Name: Rider White
Age: 33
Orientation: Straight
Personality: The guy's had a hard life; he went into the military, hoping for a positive change, and only managed to come out of it more messed up. Because of it, he really doesn't know how to handle himself anymore. He's constantly angry, and hateful. Him and his girlfriend hate one another, and he honestly has no idea why they're together. Him and his brother are constantly at one another's throats, and it seems like no matter what Rider is trying to do, he does it wrong. Except things with the gang; that's one job he's good at. All he has to do it follow orders, have common sense, and be scary.
Physical Description: Stands at 6'2 with a pretty well built body. He's got multiple scars, and is pretty constantly dealing with some injury or other. He's been shot, stabbed, and sliced at more than a few times. Dark hair, constant scruffy face, tanned skin, and hazel green eyes. No piercings or tattoos.
Name: Tavis White
Age: 33
Orientation: Straight
Personality: He's a lot more cheery and endearing than his brother. He went through some of the same hard life as his brother, but not all of it, and he took it significantly better. He likes to laugh, joke, and have fun. The guy can come off as a bit of an ass, because he doesn't like to take too much seriously, but at the end of the day, he gets his shit done.
Physical Description: Looks exactly like his brother, minus most of the scars. Also has his ears pierced, and a bull skull tattoo'd on his right forearm.
Name: Jeri Addams
Age: 25
Orientation: Bi Sexual
Species: Werewolf
Personality: Jeri is really strong. Takes absolutely no shit from anyone, ever. People tend to think she's a huge bitch because of it, but in reality she knows what she wants, and doesn't lie to herself about it. She thinks people are idiots for hiding behind morals, and tends to get in a lot of fights because she calls people out on it. That being said, she is a great friend to have; she'll hold you hair, put you to bed, beat up your ex, and never judge you. The girl will do anything to protect herself; it's been some time since she's actually had friends in her life, and these days, opening up just isn't something she can afford to do. Anything that needs to be done to ensure her safety isn't something that will be hesitated on.
That's one side, anyhow. The other side of Jeri is a caring, maybe a tad naive girl. She is a hopeless romantic, and loves to think that there is someone out there meant for her. She likes to see people laugh, and she'll take your secret to the grave. Again, unfortunately this side of her is rarely seen anymore.
Physical Description: Stands at about 5'10 with a pretty great body; well muscled, and perky curves. Long, brown hair, olive skin, and light silvery grey-blue eyes. Navel and tongue pierced, and a few little odd places in her ears pierced. Has a few tattoos here and there, nothing really substantial.
History: Jeri came from a pack that, for the most part, minded it's own business. As far as she ever was aware, anyhow. They ran a biker gang in a small town, but wasn't really huge into anything illegal. Some drug running, but nothing too volatile. One day, for reasons that have never been made clear to her, she was told to run. There was a hunter, it got her uncle, and people were scared. Her father said to just lay low. her uncle had always been a little reckless, and in the end, that's what had happened. But Jeri being Jeri had gone out for revenge; and paid for it. She hadn't anticipated that there would be more than one; the element of surprise was on her side, right? It wasn't enough.
Age: 25
Orientation: Bi Sexual
Species: Werewolf
Personality: Jeri is really strong. Takes absolutely no shit from anyone, ever. People tend to think she's a huge bitch because of it, but in reality she knows what she wants, and doesn't lie to herself about it. She thinks people are idiots for hiding behind morals, and tends to get in a lot of fights because she calls people out on it. That being said, she is a great friend to have; she'll hold you hair, put you to bed, beat up your ex, and never judge you. The girl will do anything to protect herself; it's been some time since she's actually had friends in her life, and these days, opening up just isn't something she can afford to do. Anything that needs to be done to ensure her safety isn't something that will be hesitated on.
That's one side, anyhow. The other side of Jeri is a caring, maybe a tad naive girl. She is a hopeless romantic, and loves to think that there is someone out there meant for her. She likes to see people laugh, and she'll take your secret to the grave. Again, unfortunately this side of her is rarely seen anymore.
Physical Description: Stands at about 5'10 with a pretty great body; well muscled, and perky curves. Long, brown hair, olive skin, and light silvery grey-blue eyes. Navel and tongue pierced, and a few little odd places in her ears pierced. Has a few tattoos here and there, nothing really substantial.
History: Jeri came from a pack that, for the most part, minded it's own business. As far as she ever was aware, anyhow. They ran a biker gang in a small town, but wasn't really huge into anything illegal. Some drug running, but nothing too volatile. One day, for reasons that have never been made clear to her, she was told to run. There was a hunter, it got her uncle, and people were scared. Her father said to just lay low. her uncle had always been a little reckless, and in the end, that's what had happened. But Jeri being Jeri had gone out for revenge; and paid for it. She hadn't anticipated that there would be more than one; the element of surprise was on her side, right? It wasn't enough.
Name: Alyssa Winfield
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Orientation: Undecided
Physical Description: Stands at about 5'7 with a pretty slim body. Sort of just an underwear model; maybe considered a little too skinny by most people, but still has a bangin body. Lighter sort of warm brown hair, with blonde tones. Mid ranged, dull grey eyes. Not light, but not too dark. Ears stretched to an inch, and a smiley piercing (the web of your upper lip) that is rarely seen, since her smiles aren't generally vibrant enough to show it. Has a small little cartoon outline of an elephant tattoo'd behind her left ear. Her skin tone changes drastically with the seasons. If it's cold out, she's pale. If it's hot as balls, she gets pretty tanned.
Personality: Alyssa is an incredibly impatient person, for the most part. She hates having to explain herself, and would rather be lied to than feel obliged to sit through an explanation. At this point in her life, she still doesn't really know what she wants to do. Her college fund is still sitting in the bank, and though she enjoys her job well enough, it's not exactly something she wants to do forever. That being said, she makes good money, and has thick enough skin to deal with the idiots around her all day. She has quite a few friends, and for the most part, they're just people to have a good time with. There isn't really anyone in her life that she feels close enough to to really open up to. Overall, she's friendly, but disingenuous. Impatient, a compulsive liar, and doesn't really know what she wants from life.
History: Growing up, Alyssa didn't have the best chances. Her dad was a cop, her mom took jobs here and there whenever they needed extra money, and she had two siblings; an older sister, and a younger brother. All three of the kids, despite their father's line of work, fell into the wrong crowds. Her sister overdosed, and died by the time she was 18, and her brother cleaned himself up, and moved away to stay with their grandparents in a tiny town down south where he figured there would be no temptation. He's still clean, doing well, and has started his own business. Alyssa sort of just dealt with it. She got a job at a bar, moved out, and carried on. Eventually, stripping proved to be an easy way to make money; she had to deal with guys either way, and in the end, she would be grabbed at less if she were on stage. Her life was never quite cleaned up, but never really that bad. Always just "good enough for now". The problem was not knowing where to go from there. She got in a rut of easy money, and lack of inspiration. There was no one in her life to push her to do better, and if anyone tried, she just pushed them away for trying to change her.
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Orientation: Undecided
Physical Description: Stands at about 5'7 with a pretty slim body. Sort of just an underwear model; maybe considered a little too skinny by most people, but still has a bangin body. Lighter sort of warm brown hair, with blonde tones. Mid ranged, dull grey eyes. Not light, but not too dark. Ears stretched to an inch, and a smiley piercing (the web of your upper lip) that is rarely seen, since her smiles aren't generally vibrant enough to show it. Has a small little cartoon outline of an elephant tattoo'd behind her left ear. Her skin tone changes drastically with the seasons. If it's cold out, she's pale. If it's hot as balls, she gets pretty tanned.
Personality: Alyssa is an incredibly impatient person, for the most part. She hates having to explain herself, and would rather be lied to than feel obliged to sit through an explanation. At this point in her life, she still doesn't really know what she wants to do. Her college fund is still sitting in the bank, and though she enjoys her job well enough, it's not exactly something she wants to do forever. That being said, she makes good money, and has thick enough skin to deal with the idiots around her all day. She has quite a few friends, and for the most part, they're just people to have a good time with. There isn't really anyone in her life that she feels close enough to to really open up to. Overall, she's friendly, but disingenuous. Impatient, a compulsive liar, and doesn't really know what she wants from life.
History: Growing up, Alyssa didn't have the best chances. Her dad was a cop, her mom took jobs here and there whenever they needed extra money, and she had two siblings; an older sister, and a younger brother. All three of the kids, despite their father's line of work, fell into the wrong crowds. Her sister overdosed, and died by the time she was 18, and her brother cleaned himself up, and moved away to stay with their grandparents in a tiny town down south where he figured there would be no temptation. He's still clean, doing well, and has started his own business. Alyssa sort of just dealt with it. She got a job at a bar, moved out, and carried on. Eventually, stripping proved to be an easy way to make money; she had to deal with guys either way, and in the end, she would be grabbed at less if she were on stage. Her life was never quite cleaned up, but never really that bad. Always just "good enough for now". The problem was not knowing where to go from there. She got in a rut of easy money, and lack of inspiration. There was no one in her life to push her to do better, and if anyone tried, she just pushed them away for trying to change her.
Name: Aaron Vance
Age: 19
Gender: Male - usually ;)
Orientation: Pansexual
Profession: Master of disguise/ Info Tap
Day Job: In school to become an esthetician, and bartending on the side.
Personality: There are very few people on the face of the planet that know the real Aaron. He's very friendly, and tends to naturally be very flirty, and morph to fit any person, but also has a wicked streak. The guy often goes undercover to find out information, and has many people loyal to him that feed him info as well. He calls these people his "little kittens". He's a pro at making people fall in love with him, and actually has trouble not doing it. He can become anyone's dream guy or girl. Part of the reason is because he's a very bright kid. He notices every detail, and has a natural ability to figure people out. At times he tends to have a very 70's way of talking, and people think it's funny most of the time. He gets teased for it. The guy has a twin that is very clingy, and may or may not have figured out that he's a thief. She's his best friend, and the two are very close, and look a lot a like. He's slightly older.
Physical Description: Stands at 5'10 with a thin, sort of girlish frame. He's got good muscle tone, and takes very good care of himself. Quite tan, currently light lavender hair, and odd eyes. One is blue, and the other is half blue, half brown. Septum pierced, and lobes stretched to 2g. Has a few tattoos, and usually has his nails done, and makeup on. The piercings he at times hides, and covers the tattoos. Also wears wigs/ makeup/ whatever else for disguises.
History: He's not close with his parents at all. They both openly have affairs with multiple people, and treat it like a competition. Though they refuse to get a divorce. The whole family lives in a VERY large house; split into 4 separate condos. Though either parent is hardly ever home; they both work all over the globe. He's very close with his sister, Angel, and many question just how close. His sister constantly says things like he's her ideal man, or she's in love with him, or they have been together since before they were born, or even pretends to be his girlfriend. At first, people just shrugged it off as funny, but the more it went on, they're not so sure it's just a joke.
Age: 19
Gender: Male - usually ;)
Orientation: Pansexual
Profession: Master of disguise/ Info Tap
Day Job: In school to become an esthetician, and bartending on the side.
Personality: There are very few people on the face of the planet that know the real Aaron. He's very friendly, and tends to naturally be very flirty, and morph to fit any person, but also has a wicked streak. The guy often goes undercover to find out information, and has many people loyal to him that feed him info as well. He calls these people his "little kittens". He's a pro at making people fall in love with him, and actually has trouble not doing it. He can become anyone's dream guy or girl. Part of the reason is because he's a very bright kid. He notices every detail, and has a natural ability to figure people out. At times he tends to have a very 70's way of talking, and people think it's funny most of the time. He gets teased for it. The guy has a twin that is very clingy, and may or may not have figured out that he's a thief. She's his best friend, and the two are very close, and look a lot a like. He's slightly older.
Physical Description: Stands at 5'10 with a thin, sort of girlish frame. He's got good muscle tone, and takes very good care of himself. Quite tan, currently light lavender hair, and odd eyes. One is blue, and the other is half blue, half brown. Septum pierced, and lobes stretched to 2g. Has a few tattoos, and usually has his nails done, and makeup on. The piercings he at times hides, and covers the tattoos. Also wears wigs/ makeup/ whatever else for disguises.
History: He's not close with his parents at all. They both openly have affairs with multiple people, and treat it like a competition. Though they refuse to get a divorce. The whole family lives in a VERY large house; split into 4 separate condos. Though either parent is hardly ever home; they both work all over the globe. He's very close with his sister, Angel, and many question just how close. His sister constantly says things like he's her ideal man, or she's in love with him, or they have been together since before they were born, or even pretends to be his girlfriend. At first, people just shrugged it off as funny, but the more it went on, they're not so sure it's just a joke.
Name: Samantha "Sam" or "Sammy" O'Neill
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Orientation: Undedicatedly straight
Occupation: Surgical Intern
Physical Description: She's about 5'10. Body type like the picture, but perkier boobs and butt. She's in good shape, so she can help people if she needs to, outside of work. Not those tattoos, but about the same amount of ink. One of her legs is covered, though. No piercings, except her tongue. She got it done, thought it hurt too much, and hasn't wanted another since. Naturally has super light blonde hair. Amber/ hazel eyes. Pale skin.
Personality: Externally, she probably comes off as a pretty strong character. She hates sexism, and won't tolerate it. She worked hard to get where she is, and isn't going to back off just because she's a girl. On the inside, just like (almost) any other medical worker, she is terrified of losing patients. She has days where she doubts herself, and stresses out. Aside from work, she's pretty much the same way, just maybe less intense. Likes to laugh, and has a need for friends to keep her cheerful, and keep her mind off of work.
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Orientation: Undedicatedly straight
Occupation: Surgical Intern
Physical Description: She's about 5'10. Body type like the picture, but perkier boobs and butt. She's in good shape, so she can help people if she needs to, outside of work. Not those tattoos, but about the same amount of ink. One of her legs is covered, though. No piercings, except her tongue. She got it done, thought it hurt too much, and hasn't wanted another since. Naturally has super light blonde hair. Amber/ hazel eyes. Pale skin.
Personality: Externally, she probably comes off as a pretty strong character. She hates sexism, and won't tolerate it. She worked hard to get where she is, and isn't going to back off just because she's a girl. On the inside, just like (almost) any other medical worker, she is terrified of losing patients. She has days where she doubts herself, and stresses out. Aside from work, she's pretty much the same way, just maybe less intense. Likes to laugh, and has a need for friends to keep her cheerful, and keep her mind off of work.
Name: Darci Stark
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Orientation:Bi Curious
Personality: Darci was raised to be rather modest, and quiet. Her father's main concern always seemed to be success, and maintaining his, and therefor his family's image was a large priority for him. She wasn't supposed to stand out, but fit in right, and add to the appearance of his Family Man status that so many people seemed to favor. The girl was smart, and was well aware of it. her grades were the top of her class; they needed to be. In her spare time, books were a large hobby. She loved to read, or write. Paint, sketch, play games of all sorts. Sports were also somewhat of an interest, though it was more for image. She needed to stay fit, learn to work alongside peers, and make the right call. If she was honest, Darci would have much rather find an alternate land in her wardrobe, or be taken away through the stars to explore. She is a dreamer, and unfortunately, it had earned a scolding more than once because her head had been in the clouds when she should have been focusing on other matters.
Physical Description: The girl, although tall in regards to average female heights, often felt quite short around home. She stood at 5'11 and had a sturdy enough frame, but the stature that everyone held themselves at made her feel somewhat deflated. Like she didn't quite fit in. Not to say her family didn't love her, or that she didn't love them, it just managed to make her feel smaller. Her hair is a handful of brown shades, though she often wishes she were allowed to at least try to dye it something more interesting. Her eyes, however, she is quite happy with; a clear, bright green that she inherited from her father. He jokes that it's because his eyes are always set on the money to be made, but she is just happy to have something about her that stands out in a crowd. She has no tattoos, and only her earlobes pierced, as well as one small silver hoop in the conch of her ear that her Father finally agreed she could have on her 20th birthday. It was hardly something that stood out, but she loved it nonetheless. The little things always made her feel the most attractive. Like the mark on her left cheek, under her eye. She thought it made her look at least 5x better. At home, Darci was allowed to wear more or less whatever she liked, but in public, she was expected to maintain a more proper image.
History: There really isn't much of interest. She was raised to be either unnoticed, or impressive and acceptable. Her family was somewhat close, but there was definitely a tension that she didn't think she could ever get used to. Most days it seemed like she was the only one that noticed it, but every now and again when someone mentioned some certain thing, she could see it. In her Mother's neck; muscles would tense up, the room would go quiet, and the subject would be promptly changed. But maybe that was just normal?
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Orientation:Bi Curious
Personality: Darci was raised to be rather modest, and quiet. Her father's main concern always seemed to be success, and maintaining his, and therefor his family's image was a large priority for him. She wasn't supposed to stand out, but fit in right, and add to the appearance of his Family Man status that so many people seemed to favor. The girl was smart, and was well aware of it. her grades were the top of her class; they needed to be. In her spare time, books were a large hobby. She loved to read, or write. Paint, sketch, play games of all sorts. Sports were also somewhat of an interest, though it was more for image. She needed to stay fit, learn to work alongside peers, and make the right call. If she was honest, Darci would have much rather find an alternate land in her wardrobe, or be taken away through the stars to explore. She is a dreamer, and unfortunately, it had earned a scolding more than once because her head had been in the clouds when she should have been focusing on other matters.
Physical Description: The girl, although tall in regards to average female heights, often felt quite short around home. She stood at 5'11 and had a sturdy enough frame, but the stature that everyone held themselves at made her feel somewhat deflated. Like she didn't quite fit in. Not to say her family didn't love her, or that she didn't love them, it just managed to make her feel smaller. Her hair is a handful of brown shades, though she often wishes she were allowed to at least try to dye it something more interesting. Her eyes, however, she is quite happy with; a clear, bright green that she inherited from her father. He jokes that it's because his eyes are always set on the money to be made, but she is just happy to have something about her that stands out in a crowd. She has no tattoos, and only her earlobes pierced, as well as one small silver hoop in the conch of her ear that her Father finally agreed she could have on her 20th birthday. It was hardly something that stood out, but she loved it nonetheless. The little things always made her feel the most attractive. Like the mark on her left cheek, under her eye. She thought it made her look at least 5x better. At home, Darci was allowed to wear more or less whatever she liked, but in public, she was expected to maintain a more proper image.
History: There really isn't much of interest. She was raised to be either unnoticed, or impressive and acceptable. Her family was somewhat close, but there was definitely a tension that she didn't think she could ever get used to. Most days it seemed like she was the only one that noticed it, but every now and again when someone mentioned some certain thing, she could see it. In her Mother's neck; muscles would tense up, the room would go quiet, and the subject would be promptly changed. But maybe that was just normal?
Name: Erik Markus
Age: 26
Orientation: Bisexual
Personality: He doesn't have a whole lot of patience, and is quick to shut people out. The guy gets along better with animals, honestly. He's pretty open about not needing anyone, and refuses to feel obligated or indebted to anyone. If you're a calm and friendly person, he'll love you for it, and may be a tad clingy at times, being that he really doesn't have anyone that he's close to irl. He feels sort of cast off a lot. So many people compliment him, and whatnot, but in the end, when he finds someone he really likes, they tend to find some reason or other to leave him. A large reason being his younger brother. He harbors resentment towards the guy for it, but tries not to show it. He smokes a lot, and for work he does pro skating, and modelling. He also does a lot of stuff with helping animals.
Physical Description: Stands at 6'2 with a lithe, muscular frame. Pretty covered in tattoos, and quite a few piercings. Darker brown hair, that's shaved on the sides and in the back, but longer on top. Light misty blue eyes.
Name: Andrew Markus
Age: 26
Orientation: Straight
Personality: He's a player, and can be pretty arrogant. He is quite successful in life, and doesn't mind spending to show off. Every now and again, he'll find someone that he'll open up to, but they all seem to be people that his brother is close to. He relaxes around Alex enough to show his softer colors, and actually pay attention to people. Unfortunately, it had resulted in him stealing more than a handful of people away from his brother. For work, he's into advertising.
Physical Description: Stands at 6' with a stalkier build than his brother. Sort of like a football player. Also pretty covered in tattoos, though less piercings. Just a nostril, his nipples, and a few in his ears, . Shaved, sort of tapered hair that's longer on top, and a little lighter than Alex's though his eyes are a little darker. Still the same misty blue, though.
Age: 26
Orientation: Bisexual
Personality: He doesn't have a whole lot of patience, and is quick to shut people out. The guy gets along better with animals, honestly. He's pretty open about not needing anyone, and refuses to feel obligated or indebted to anyone. If you're a calm and friendly person, he'll love you for it, and may be a tad clingy at times, being that he really doesn't have anyone that he's close to irl. He feels sort of cast off a lot. So many people compliment him, and whatnot, but in the end, when he finds someone he really likes, they tend to find some reason or other to leave him. A large reason being his younger brother. He harbors resentment towards the guy for it, but tries not to show it. He smokes a lot, and for work he does pro skating, and modelling. He also does a lot of stuff with helping animals.
Physical Description: Stands at 6'2 with a lithe, muscular frame. Pretty covered in tattoos, and quite a few piercings. Darker brown hair, that's shaved on the sides and in the back, but longer on top. Light misty blue eyes.
Name: Andrew Markus
Age: 26
Orientation: Straight
Personality: He's a player, and can be pretty arrogant. He is quite successful in life, and doesn't mind spending to show off. Every now and again, he'll find someone that he'll open up to, but they all seem to be people that his brother is close to. He relaxes around Alex enough to show his softer colors, and actually pay attention to people. Unfortunately, it had resulted in him stealing more than a handful of people away from his brother. For work, he's into advertising.
Physical Description: Stands at 6' with a stalkier build than his brother. Sort of like a football player. Also pretty covered in tattoos, though less piercings. Just a nostril, his nipples, and a few in his ears, . Shaved, sort of tapered hair that's longer on top, and a little lighter than Alex's though his eyes are a little darker. Still the same misty blue, though.
NAME: Phillip "Patches" Ezra
AGE: 25
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Bi Sexual (Only likes guys in threesoms)
PERSONALITY: The guy's a little dickish. He's had a hard life, is proud of where he is now and doesn't feel the need to explain himself, or make other people happy. If you get close to the guy he's very protective, but it's incredibly difficult to get to a point where he honestly respects you, and trusts you. It's generally either he doesn't give a fuck, or he thinks you're his property. Is a recovering drug addict, and still struggles now and again with it. He can be rather bi polar, as well, and has a British accent.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: He's pretty tall and intimidating (or would be if he wasn't so adorable), standing at 6'3 with a lanky, but solid figure, and a good amount of muscle. He does like to look good, and often has either a classy sort of style, or the old punky clothes he used to live in. His ears are both pierced, as is the web of his tongue. He's got a few tattoos on his arms, legs, and shoulder. Black hair, pale olive skin, and mismatched eyes. One is a light greenish blueish aqua, and the other is a darker hazel.
I also have a younger version of him, when he was a shitty kid. He's my favorite rn. If you choose him, you're my favorite.
AGE: 25
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Bi Sexual (Only likes guys in threesoms)
PERSONALITY: The guy's a little dickish. He's had a hard life, is proud of where he is now and doesn't feel the need to explain himself, or make other people happy. If you get close to the guy he's very protective, but it's incredibly difficult to get to a point where he honestly respects you, and trusts you. It's generally either he doesn't give a fuck, or he thinks you're his property. Is a recovering drug addict, and still struggles now and again with it. He can be rather bi polar, as well, and has a British accent.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: He's pretty tall and intimidating (or would be if he wasn't so adorable), standing at 6'3 with a lanky, but solid figure, and a good amount of muscle. He does like to look good, and often has either a classy sort of style, or the old punky clothes he used to live in. His ears are both pierced, as is the web of his tongue. He's got a few tattoos on his arms, legs, and shoulder. Black hair, pale olive skin, and mismatched eyes. One is a light greenish blueish aqua, and the other is a darker hazel.
I also have a younger version of him, when he was a shitty kid. He's my favorite rn. If you choose him, you're my favorite.
Name: Salem
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Orientation: YC
Physical Description: Stands at 6'3 with a somewhat lithe, but well built body. Skin tinted blue, purple, and pink varying over his body. White hair. Pink eyes that glow in dim light, and freckles across his nose, and shoulders. Elf like ears, horns, a long, split tongue, and claws. Various piercings, including lobes stretched to a half inch, a few rings through his ears here and there, nipples, navel, and a prince albert. I'm thinking other Humans just see a Human looking version of him.
Personality: He's sort of.. a refined cocky type. Tends to be pretty chill, but knows he's obviously what YC is into. Does have a temper when provoked; usually directed at people that threaten YC. Loves YC, but tends to tease him a lot. Makes fun of absolutely every other person he comes across, and doesn't have much by way of patience. Tends to be a total horn dog, and is a bit of a masochist.
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Orientation: YC
Physical Description: Stands at 6'3 with a somewhat lithe, but well built body. Skin tinted blue, purple, and pink varying over his body. White hair. Pink eyes that glow in dim light, and freckles across his nose, and shoulders. Elf like ears, horns, a long, split tongue, and claws. Various piercings, including lobes stretched to a half inch, a few rings through his ears here and there, nipples, navel, and a prince albert. I'm thinking other Humans just see a Human looking version of him.
Personality: He's sort of.. a refined cocky type. Tends to be pretty chill, but knows he's obviously what YC is into. Does have a temper when provoked; usually directed at people that threaten YC. Loves YC, but tends to tease him a lot. Makes fun of absolutely every other person he comes across, and doesn't have much by way of patience. Tends to be a total horn dog, and is a bit of a masochist.
Name: Ida (Ee-da) Bukowski
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Orientation: She's rather indifferent. Dicks are more fun.
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Orientation: She's rather indifferent. Dicks are more fun.
Personality/ History: She's a pretty strong willed girl, and is beyond her years in more ways than one. For most of her life, the girl was fighting illness, and now that it has all passed, she feels like she can take on the world. Her parents, of course, are still terrified that her heart could give out at any time, despite the doctors assuring them that she is fine. But that's what parents do. They worry, they nag, and they stick around to be overbearing. That's why she's on tour now; she needed to get away from them, and just breathe for a while. She finally convinced them that, if her heart did give out, that she would have at least seen things, and lived life.
Because of the sickness, she has a great appreciation for life, and likes to think that she had a good moral compass through the world. That being said, she isn't one to be walked over, and isn't opposed to throwing a few punches if need be. She can also be a total freak one minute, and completely composed the next. It helps in keeping Jack from freaking out about people finding out her age.
Physical Description: Stands at about 5'9 with a thin body that's in pretty good shape. She's not overly curvy, but definitely not flat anywhere other than where she should be. All of her ink is black, mostly line work, without shading. If there is shading, it's thinner linework. She's got a few piercings in her ears, 2 rings in her nostril, and one in the middle of her bottom lip, as well as her nipples and clit. A pretty bright smile. Really pale skin, though she's got a tan from working merch booths all day. Black hair, and really really super dark brown doe eyes.
Basically she's dating an older guy that's in a band. She does the march stuff. He's super into her, but she's barely legal, an he feels like he'll look like a creep if he's dating her.
Because of the sickness, she has a great appreciation for life, and likes to think that she had a good moral compass through the world. That being said, she isn't one to be walked over, and isn't opposed to throwing a few punches if need be. She can also be a total freak one minute, and completely composed the next. It helps in keeping Jack from freaking out about people finding out her age.
Physical Description: Stands at about 5'9 with a thin body that's in pretty good shape. She's not overly curvy, but definitely not flat anywhere other than where she should be. All of her ink is black, mostly line work, without shading. If there is shading, it's thinner linework. She's got a few piercings in her ears, 2 rings in her nostril, and one in the middle of her bottom lip, as well as her nipples and clit. A pretty bright smile. Really pale skin, though she's got a tan from working merch booths all day. Black hair, and really really super dark brown doe eyes.
Basically she's dating an older guy that's in a band. She does the march stuff. He's super into her, but she's barely legal, an he feels like he'll look like a creep if he's dating her.
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