Eagle Mountain Boarding Lodge; Character Sheets

[Selene2Moon]

Personal Information

Name: Lina Stone
Alias: none
Gender: Female
Age:16
Height:115 pounds
Weight: 5ft 2
Blood Type:

Appearance

Hair Color: Charcoal Black
Eye Color: Grayish green
Physical Description: Her body build is petite, though lack of exercise has left her muscles untoned. She has olive skin color that emphasizes the eerie glow in her eyes. Her hair is long and thick with a slight curl. She usually wears her hair loose or in a braid, whatever is most convenient for the occasion. On her left arm are thin white lines, scars.
Manner of Dress: She likes to wear sundresses. In particular, her favorite dress to wear is a spring green one with a darker green sash. Simple. Usually she has her arms covered with a neutral colored cardigan. Her shoe wear consists of black flats.

Psychological Footprint

Innate Personality: She's angry. At everyone and everything, including herself. The anger itself is a byproduct of fear. It is easier for her to justify her thoughts if they are angry; admitting that she's afraid—even to herself-- makes her feel vulnerable, ashamed. She's consumed with the past. Lina's also a bit of a perfectionist. Her logic is that if people cannot find anything wrong with her then they will not have a reason to bother/harm her. She's also painfully aware that people don't need reasons. But, on a more positive note, Lina has a very sharp memory. Everything is important. This makes her extremely observant. She never thinks about the future, rather, she prefers to live in the moment and influence what is happening in the present.
Outward Personality: Mostly quiet, very polite. She likes to be around other people because being alone means she has to listen to her inner monologue. She tries to be cooperative. She isn't particularly friendly though, and is much more of a passive person. Lina prefers to play it safe and doesn't actively engage in conversations. She doesn't want to say the wrong thing and give people a reason to dislike her. Lina likes to be loved and accepted. She isn't very expressive though, and is hardly fazed by anything, or at least doesnt show it.
Favorite Thing: She loves reading, especially fantasy genre.
Theme Song: (dont know how to to fancy link) Last Resort- Papa Roach.
Occupation: Nopers
Hobbies: Reading, caring for animals, dancing.
Bad Habits: Self harm, striving for perfection
Favorite Color: Blue

History

Background:
Her home life environment was hostile. 2 sisters, 1 mother, and 1 too many fathers. Misbehavior was not tolerable. Imperfections were unthinkable. Shutting the door a decibel too high would result in being thrown into the closet. Or worse. Her mother was a hot-blooded woman, and seemed only too happy to succumb to her own temper. Lina was the youngest, and by that time her mom knew very well how to make children behave.
Her mother never stayed in the same relationship for more than a month, it seemed. Going through so many men while juggling a drug addiction made her mother's appeal fade. Ensnaring men (with a reasonable amount of money) became increasingly difficult. That's when her mother decided to set out her daughters as bait. And it worked. Until their neighbors could no longer ignore the blatant child abuse. After that, things got messy (if they hadn't been already). Her mother was arrested and her sisters, both nearing adulthood filed to be emancipated. One of them decided that moving on would be to difficult. She's six feet under now. Lina, 13 years old, was tossed into the system. She was liked well enough by her foster families, but each time she was relocated there was always a general observation that she was 'dull' and difficult to understand. And nobody wants to adopt a troubled teenager.

Past Relations:
Miscellaneous:

[Ironblood]

Personal Information

Name: Victoria DeLoy
Alias: Tori
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Height: 5”5
Weight: 124lbs
Blood Type:

Appearance:

Spoiler

Hair Colour: Red
Eye Colour: Blue
Physical Description: Tori’s body type can be described as athletic. She has pale skin and her nose is pierced on the left side (which she wears a small hoop in). Both ears are pierced and an industrial piercing in her right ear.
Style: Tori’s wardrobe contains mostly dark shades of clothing – blacks, greys, dark blues and purples. However, the occasional pop of colour like a pink bra or lime green socks will surface. Her style is mostly casual; graphic shirts with tattoo designs, jeans and a jacket. She has an extensive collection of beanie hats.

Psychological Footprint

Innate Personality: Inwardly, Tori is a myriad of characteristics all woven haphazardly into one person. She is sensitive and vulnerable. She is easily hurt and has a strong fear of rejection. She is reserved and guarded as a result and is uncomfortable with people growing too close. Instinctively she will push people away, regardless of their intentions. She is prone to episodes of depression and withdraws inside herself. She is cynical and angry, overly critical of herself and – by extension – others. She is fiercely independent and tends to internalize rather than express.
Outward Personality: Outwardly, Tori is spontaneous and fairly friendly. She has a dry/sarcastic sense of humor and is rather mischievous. She is seemingly open and is honest when asked for her opinion. She has a strong sense of self and is very proud – she will stand her ground. She doesn’t give up easily; even if it means she might lose, Tori will go down fighting. She’s interested in having a good time all the time, and always keeping the conversation light. Rarely does she ever venture into heavy conversation with others, avoiding such things with a joke and a playful wink.
Favourite Thing: Tori loves to stargaze. She has a book that covers the consolations and the myths behind them. The book is so warn that the pages are creased with repeated dog-folds and general wear and tear.
Theme Song: The Batman theme song! Or this.
Occupation: Tori used to be a drug runner for a friend of her's who also so happened to be her dealer (when she was dabbling in drugs). He paid her for every delivery, but a few weeks before leaving for the Lodge he was arrested, and she lost her "job."
Hobbies: Reading – just about anything. If it’s a good piece of literature, Tori will read it. Art and sketching. Hiking and swimming. And staring at space.
Bad habits: Spiteful when hurt, expects the worse in everyone, smokes, needs caffeine, picks wedgies wherever the hell she is – seriously, it’s uncomfortable. No one wants undies crammed up their bottom. It shouldn’t be a social stigma. She’s also a BIG fan of alcohol, and when it’s consumed what little filter she has tends to just drop, and she’ll say whatever is on her mind. She has awful eating habits (never eats breakfast, will eat chips for dinner, etc).
Favourite Colour: Purple

History

Background: For the first six years of her life Tori lived with her grandmother José DeLoy, and although she loved the woman dearly she couldn’t help but wonder about her parents. Who they were? Where they were? And more importantly, why didn’t they take her with them? She had asked about them once, but José had grown misty-eyed and proclaimed that she “didn’t know.” Tori never asked again. Not because it hurt her, but because the question had caused her grandmother grief. Tori decided that she didn’t really care where they were, as long as she had her grandma.
Unfortunately, that seemed to be around the time that José had fallen suddenly ill. Whilst her grandmother stayed in the hospital Tori lived with the neighbor, though she insisted every day to see José. She would hears words like “cancer” and “terminal” but couldn’t understand what they meant – all that mattered was that her grandma was sick and that she needed to get better. Sadly, she never did, and died shortly after her diagnosis.
The neighbor herself was too old to raise a child, and so Tori became a ward of the state while they searched for her parents. She was housed with an older couple who were kind, a stroke of good luck all things considering. They were very patient with her, but even so little Tori was still reeling from losing everything in her short life so abruptly, and had refused to speak. She lived inside herself, very quiet and withdrawn from them. It was only when they fostered another little girl named Artemis after a year of Tori's stay did they see an improvement. Tori responded to Artemis better than any of the children at schools, or the numerous child councilors they took her to see, and the two became fast friends, with Artemis unknowingly drawing the previous mute more and more out of her shell. Tori was now no longer just living, but thriving, thanks to Artemis. As luck would have it, though, they did find her father. After assisting him with his path to sobriety and enrolling him into parenting courses, he was deemed fit to take custody of his daughter.
Vincent DeLoy came to the home to claim her, kneeling before her with open arms. Tori had gone into them hesitantly, unsure of the man who called named himself “your father." She wanted to stay with Artemis, but she was forced to go with this man instead. She had cried then, the first time since her grandmother died. Vincent had thought it was for their reunion, but the reality was the Tori was leaving behind another person she loved and into the arms of a stranger.
Vincent did try – she had to give him that. For the first year he really did put in a lot of effort to pull her out of her shell. He had wanted an instantaneous father-daughter bond with Tori, however she was unable to provide that. Eventually, his patience wore down, and the itch came back, and one night Tori was roused from sleep from some shouting, only to find her father snorting cocaine off the coffee table with his friends. And for the following three years, as his behavior deteriorated more and his addictions became more demanding, Tori would avoid her home, sometimes for days at a time. A night at a friend’s house or out on a park bench wasn’t much different to her than a night at home in bed – usually it was a lot quieter when she slept under the stars. It had become increasingly harder to live with her father; whenever they fought he would blame her mother’s apparent suicide on Tori, but immediately afterwards would be reduced to a blubbering mess, begging for Tori’s forgiveness. The chaos of an addict’s home was wearing on her sensitive nature, and it was better to brave the world than her father on a bender.
It was returning home from a three-day hiatus that the smell of rotting meat hit her. When she entered the apartment she found her father slumped over on the couch, his body grey and mottled. She had immediately called the emergency line for assistance from the police, who answered a few hours later and with a coroner. Tori – at eleven years old – was also taking to the station and with no next-of-kin to care for her she was again declared a ward of the state and buried in the foster care system. Her father’s death had been a confirmed overdose.
Since then, Tori had been moved around from home to home, and as she grew older her chances of being adopted dwindled. As more families rejected her she was forced to analysis why. What as so wrong with her that they didn’t want her? With every family that turned away the more she withdrew from them, until she eventually stopped caring about a new home, a new family. Instead, she became reckless, and would intentional bomb interviews. She rejected them - those families that had no interest in adopting a teenager. She dabbled in some recreational drugs, but what really became her vice was alcohol and smoking. She became a bit of a “wild child” but within reason. She didn’t rebel -not against her foster parents, anyways - she simply didn’t care.
Past relationships: The little girl at the foster home, Artemis Gale (Nosuchthing)

Miscellaneous: Speaks a smattering of French.

[Base Four]

Personal Information

Name:
Evelyn "Ev" Turner

Alias:
None at the moment

Gender:
Female

Age:
"15.5"

Height:
5'7'' approx. 170cm

Weight:
120 lbs approx. 55 kg

Blood Type:
[Totally didn't read the rules.]

Appearance

Hair Color:
black

Eye Color:
light brown

Physical Description:
Image reference that is way inaccurate. I'm probably gonna draw something.

Spoiler

An average build, leaning a bit to the thinner side. Caucasian facial contours, light complexion with a slight degree of freckles; she doesn't come across as the most attractive face you see around the place but is reasonably good-looking by most standards.

Ev has semi-long curly black hair that usually hovers inches above her shoulders when unkept. She cuts her hair herself and that doesn't result in the most tidy hairstyle possible, a fringe forming a sometimes jagged horizontal line at the same height of her eyebrows and the rest curling itself up into a wide mushroom-shape around her face with strands sticking out here and there.

Unable to walk, she is at most times seen around in an old rusty metal wheelchair and ocassionally standing with the crutches, which are normally strapped the back/side of the wheelchair when unused.

Manner of Dress:
Goes by a casual-semiformal style, at most times you could put what she's wearing onto a boy her size and it'll look perfectly reasonable, perhaps because about half of her clothing is actually either donated to the orphanage she stayed at or second-handed from an older child in a foster family. She wears just about nothing except from plain, light coloured or gid patterned blouses, and almost always loose, dark coloured trousers to cover up her legs-although they are just paralyzed instead of defored or anything, she prefers to keep them unseen. There's also this dark grey short jacket-not the fasionably-designed-undersized-on-purpose kind but actually used to be a normal thin hooded jacket until the bottom half of it was, for some reason, cut or torn off leaving a jagged line with strings sticking out. Most of her clothing is of light colours that never go far from different hues of khaki or brown, and shades of grey. She generally doesn't wear anything too tight/fitting and goes by the rule of being comfortable without looking too messy and crossing the line into messy once in a while. Holds a certain dislike towards skirts and dresses as she considers them impractical and slightly annoying.

As a sidenote, she is slightly nearsighted and has this pair of out-fashioned metal framed glasses she acquired a while back that makes her look like a total dork when worn and doesn't really fix her eyesight that much anyways.

Psychological Footprint

Innate Personality:
A healthy mix of the die-hard practicalist and the dreamer, and a tad too optimistic for someone coming from a background like hers. She's also surprisingly capable to dealing with stuff herself-through years of being tossed around in the foster care system and stayed in various environments, she has developed the required skillsets to sustain and protect herself. Despite that, she hasn't given up on the typical jolly daydreamer quality of girls her age and hasn't grown out of her plain liking for fun (she doubts she eve will). Has a kind heart and is a master of forgiving and forgetting, although that happens after she's finished accusing the heck out of whoever was doing anything she deems harmful. Claims she believes in science although she doesn't really know much of it anyways, although she does have a certain badass bookworm quality in her personality perhaps because she used to read a whole lot when she had nothing to do in the orphanage and the hospital. Also slightly claustrophobic and has a great fear of death.

Outward Personality:
Not especially good at relationships but not the no-social-skills stereotype as well. She cares about the people around her, often more than she minds her own safety-probably a personality trait from her birth family that survived through the following years despite the related memories did not. She'd most likely be glad to help with anything if you mention it to her and she has free time on her hands, not like she wouldn't often enough mess it up though. Also a bit stubborn and insists on not recieving help from others when she doesn't need it. Not remakably witty but familiar with figure of speech nevertheless and most people regard her as having a pretty good sense of humour. Shy to some extent, although she can get rather fierce when situations require it, especially when she gets overprotective over the people she know.

Favorite Thing:
An old, worn suitcase she carries around. She keeps most of her possessions in it and it generally never leaves her sight, not because it's valuable (pfft how valuable can stuff from a girl off the streets even get) but just because she's kinda emotionally attached. When not occupied doing anything else it is typical for her to hug the box in her arms, which is just about the right height to let her rest her arms and hands upon.

Theme Song:
[Workin' on it]

Occupation:
Nope.

Hobbies:
Doing anything that can keep her occupied.

Bad Habits:
Biting nails, general forgetfulness and the tendency to break things that she'll realize she needs later.

Favorite Color:
THE RAINBOOOOOOOWWWWW

History

Background:
Ev was born to one of those lower-middle class families-you know, those ones that are 'not too bad', 'just getting by', and stuck somewhere between the baseline of poverty and the standard of government-issued financial aid. A rather unsignifcant childhood, but a cheerful one nevertheless. As economically unsatisfactory they were, her parents lived well with it and, through both example and teaching which she wasn't old enough at that time to fully understand, encouraged her to do the same and live happily with an open mind no matter how worse the environment around her might become. It even seemed to her, at a time whe things were relatively getting along-that she would be able to carry on indefinitely with that joyful style of life along with her parents-until a few years later the situtation took a turn for the worse when it was discovered that her mother had cancer and the combined cost of that and raising a a four year old Evelyn was simply too large for the family to provide. It was another year until her mother deceased, leaving a emotionally devastated father no longer capable of raising the child who had no idea what was going on except knowing that something horrible has just happened. She was then sent into the foster care system.

At 6 she arrived in her first foster family. It was not pleasant for her, and it lasted for only a little more than a year until the father's enterpreneur career broke down and the adoption agreement dissolved before it was even finalized. She was in turn sent into another foster care institute-a plain two-story building on the edge of the city. Despite utterly confused and emotionally unstable at that time, the two years in that box of concrete between crying and being unable to sleep at night, she spent her time helping out with anything she could do at that time to keep herself occupied and from thinking, and the time she spent silently sweeping the floor or trying to do the dishes at faucets that she had to crawl halfway onto the table to reach she cleared her mind, and either the care from the people at the orphanage or/and the bit of hopefull vibe left from her days back with her back parents emerged back into her personality and gradually restored the optimistic personality that she had that she also possesses today.

Weeks before her tenth birthday, she prepared for another big day in her life when she was adopted again, but as some kind of cruel joke she ended up that day as the sole survivor of the traffic accident that claimed the lives of the couple that were supposed to construct her new family. Still alive but only barely, she spent the next sixhteen months in a hospital recovering from a spinal cord injry that removed all senses from her waist below.

After she was recovered enough she was pushed through the doors of another orphanage on her wheelchair. It was rather acceptable, with the one-floor facility being basically a pile of steel, concrete, wood and other stuff that took a mircle to stay upright through every storm that happened, with the weird bronze faucets that don't even look like water's supposed to run through them. There's also an electricity supply that is stable enough for them to plug a TV screen an gaming console onto it and run them properly. Most of the time there she spent running around, helping out with whatever people were doing there, and reading the piles of second-handed books that were probably all donated to the place one time or another. She also met this interesting boy who's always off on his own daydreaming or playing video games, an event that she might or might not remember. The place strangely reminded her of the faint image of her old home where she lived with her birth parents-which may also be why the incident that would have knocked the energy and hope off the average person somehow did not effect her that much, but only instead strenthened her insisting to move on in the middle of all the terrible luck that life has tossed her through.

Last year, the orphanage she stayed at was forced to shut down as its financial conditions did not allow it to continue to function properly. The handful of children there are either adoped before that, or assigned to be sent to other institutes to be cared for. Ev, by chance, will later arrive at Eagle Mountain Bording Lounge.

[More details to be revealed IC.]

Past Relations:
None.

Miscellaneous:
[x]

[LetterA]

Personal Information

Name: Desmond Soothsayer
Alias: Des, Dessie, but most commonly known as Monty
Gender: Male
Age: Fourteen
Height: Five foot three and a half
Weight: 'hundred and fifteen
Blood Type:

Appearance
“'Cuz if it's real shit, then let me feel it, and if you can't deal- idgaf.”

Hair Color: Dyed black
Eye Color: Blue-green, depending on the lighting
Physical Description: (imsofuckingsorrybutiwantedthepicturesomewhereelse ifit'sreallythatbigadealicanmoveit)
Monty likes to think himself of average height, though others may view his five foot three stature as too short for a male of his age. He's thin, almost sickly so, though it's got more to do with his quick metabolism than his eating disorder. Which he doesn't have, by the way. Ahaha. ha. He's got a pale hue going about him, though there's a patch of red above his left ear- a birthmark. His hair, long and originally a sandy brown, was died black and often hangs over his eyes. It's not because he's in an emo phase or anything, he just believes that his heart shaped face looks twice as feminine with the style. He's got no self-inflicted scars on his body, believing himself “stronger than that”, but he does have a burn scar on his right hip. And, don't tell anyone, but he got an unprofessionally done tattoo on the inside of his left leg of a mustache.
Manner of Dress: The young lad tries his best to dress in unisex attire, and such usually consists of dapper menswear. Of course, because dapper menswear is hard to come by, that usually consists of coloured skinny jeans and dress shirts. It's hard to see the dress shirt because of his neon green hoodie that he wears all the time, a size large that reaches the middle of his thighs and covers his arms. To finish the look, Monty never leaves the house without a litte bit of makeup on.

Psychological Footprint

Innate Personality: Monty's a worrywart. He's worried that people judge him even if they say they don't, he's worried that he's not cute enough or smart enough, or that the doors weren't locked and the serial killers will find their way in. The lad's also a bit on the narcissistic side, interested moreso in topics regarding him than that of other topics. When he check's a significant others' messages, it has less to do with trust and more to do with him wanting to see what people say about him. Speaking of significant others, Monty tends to be a bit on the overdramatic side, and hence not having too many of them around. He's also easily ticked off or bored by the simplest things, and moreso easily ticked off/bored depending on a person's face. He's the type to like a person depending on their attractiveness.
Outward Personality: Desmond is a people person. He loves making people smile and be happy and be sappy and loves hugs and smooches. When people ask, he assures them that he doesn't judge them based on their appearance, that he never judges a person based on their outward picture. He happily does favours and manages to fake a blush when people say he's cute or they love him, and he's always got this air of happiness about him that makes it seem impossible to hurt him.
Favorite Thing: Drugs and dresses. And by drugs, just small things like alcohol and weed.
Theme Song: (I got this. I GOT THIS.)
Occupation: N/A
Hobbies: Often, Monty will be found doodling on his arm, or writing on actual paper. Sometimes he'd be messing with makeup and if he has a flat iron or a curler, maybe even playing around with his hair. Sports-wise, Monty will only play certain sports- say volleyball or badminton. He just lacks skills in the other sports.
Bad Habits: Nail-biting. He's been trying to kick it so he can colour and do other things with his nails, but so far, he's doing a pretty terrible job. He also has an issue with spitting. Wherever. Even indoors- moreso if the floors are carpet. He just spits and wipes it away with his shoe- its disgusting.
Favorite Color: Pink!

History

Background: One could say that Monty's life was filled with a ridiculous mix of bad luck and worse luck. See, he was born from his parents getting smashed and getting it on behind a bush without protection. His mum came and went for a bit before disappearing completely at the age of three, the only thing she left behind being a dress for the female baby she had hoped for. Meanwhile, his dad was still off getting smashed and getting other girls pregnant. At the age of five, when going to school, Monty dressed himself in feminine clothes finding them more comfortable. His dad didn't approve of this, beating him. Whatever. He's over it. Out of the many women his father bedded, a handful of them got preggo and kept the child. Monty had an older sister of a few years, that sister killing their “father” when he attempted to rape her.
Without a father, Monty was moved to his aunt, she being his legal guardian. After the incident, he chilled with his sister for a bit, but then she OD'd on alcohol and got the plug pulled on her. His aunt moved to the city, and when he was invited to follow after her at the age of eight, he declined. The little man had made some friends at school! Sure, they were girls and all that, but at least they were friends! So, he was put under the care of another aunt- this one, however, was mentally disabled.
She didn't accept Monty's moving in quite as well as the city aunt had hoped. Rather, the mentally ill woman instantly thought that Monty was her sister, questioning whenever Monty was dressed in men's attire. Eventually Monty got into dressing a bit more feminine to get the woman off his back, and at grade five, got convinced by his friends to try makeup. Trouble was, he liked it.
From then on came a spiral of shit.
Aunty from the city passed away when she got hit by a drunk driver. The mentally disabled aunt was found unfit to care for Monty, and with no other family wanting to take him under their wing, Monty ended up at foster care. It wasn't so bad. He managed to stay out of everyone's way, usually, except for that one time, at his second home, when he almost got raped by his foster parent- by now the normal eye couldn't discern Monty to a certain sex, and the man assumed he was simply a shy girl. Of course, that incident didn't end too well, and the rest of his stay at that house ended up with him getting harassed and bullied.
At the age of thirteen, he was moved to another house where he was accepted, sort of, into a circle of people. Mind you, these kids were kids who hung around the seven-eleven and not fellow orphans, but they showed Monty the way of drugs and theft. The first thing Monty stole was a pack of Swedish Fish. The first blunt he smoked made him so sick he ended up vomiting said Swedish Fish.
One day, Monty ended up making the mistake of kicking it with the crew when they were all drunk, he made the mistake of getting in the car with a drunk driver- but hey, at least he put on his seatbelt. Out of the five people in the car, three were alive, two of which had major injuries. His one friend ended up losing his legs while he suffered with a large burn on his hip as well as trouble with working his hand. The accident was too much, despite the love his foster parents had for him. He was moved to another house.
From there, he went straight to his drinking and drugs. He was invited to a Pharm Party, but was caught red-handed trying to sneak pills out. The foster parents were sick of him and the model he played upon the younger kids, sending them over to Eagle Mountain Boarding Lodge.

Past Relations: N/A

Miscellaneous: When he's ridiculously stressed, he goes all out in crossdressing. It's sort of like a coping mechanism. Sort of.
He got the mustache tat when he was inebriated a few months before the accident. His mate was into the whole tattoo thing, so he tried it out.

[Nenshou]

Personal Information

Name:
Unknown
Alias:
"Caeden" is what he thinks his name is
Gender:
Male
Age:
16
Height:
5'9''
Weight:
152 lb
Blood Type:

Appearance

Hair Color:
Brown
Eye Color:
Gray
Physical Description:
Caeden has a fairly fit body that's not too muscular, but not too skinny either. He has small facial features that make him look baby-faced, which some girls find cute. He has fair skin, and medium shaggy hair that he almost never combs. His eyes gleam with cheerfulness, but if you stare at them long enough, you could see a bit of melancholy that fades his already gray eyes. His smile is as bright as day, yet no one seems to notice when he puts on a fake smile.
Manner of Dress:
Caeden usually wears a hoodie over t-shirts printed with characters from Japanese manga or from comics, with faded jeans that are a little too big for him, and sneakers. In days when he's just out of it, he takes the very first piece of clothing he sees in his closet, so he might wear something unexpected from time to time.

Psychological Footprint

Innate Personality:
He is not entirely sure what kind of person he is, making his personality unstable. He is often very judgemental whenever he meets someone new, and he has trouble trusting anyone. He tends to avoid any social interaction with other people. But when he has no choice but to talk, he just goes through the usual conversation and picks the answers for the conversation to end quickly. He is independent and doesn't want other people to help him. He also wants to keep the fact that he has amnesia to himself, so he often avoids talk about his past life. He also doesn't have a sense of humor, making him very slow with jokes, and doesn't see anything funny whenever he does get a joke.
Outward Personality:
He tries his best to be kind and cheerful in front of anyone. If he ends up talking to anyone else, he puts on a smile and just talks to them. If he's asked about his past, he usually makes some things up on the spot. When he has overwhelming emotions, it just bursts out, because he has no idea how to express them any other way. He often just laughs when people make these things called "jokes". His laughs are quite believable, even though he doesn't get the joke, or if he doesn't find it funny at all, which he does most of the time.
Favorite Thing:
The small phone strap with a stylized letter E on it. It's the only thing that links him to his past life and his girlfriend, if he even had one. For some reason, he strongly believes that it came from his girlfriend. He had almost no doubts, but then again, he has amnesia. Also, the manga he found in his bag, which he reads whenever he gets bored.
Theme Song:
WIP
Occupation:
None
Hobbies:
He reads manga from time to time, yet he hates anime because of how they ruin the manga. Other than that, he just does something he thinks is fun.
Bad Habits:
He quickly turns down help from other people, even if he really needs it. He also gets lost quite often, and since he asks for nobody's help... he gets lost very often. Whenever he experiences overwhelming emotions, he loses it and breaks down, and eventually faints if it's too much for him to handle.
Favorite Color:
Maroon

History

Background:
The very last thing Caeden remembered was being in a rich and caring family, with a very awesome brother, and having a lot of good friends, and a perfect girlfriend to boot. Unfortunately, he forgot all their names and faces. He forgot almost everything about his past life, except for the word "Caeden", which he believes is his name. The next thing he knew, he was on a hospital bed.
The doctors told him that he was found unconcious by this person called Mr. Korneff, but he later disappeared for an unkown reason. Apparently, Caeden suffers from severe amnesia. The doctors made it sure that anything he had with him when he was found was kept safe. He was given his bag, and inside were two volumes of Japanese comics, commonly known as Manga, his wallet, and a phone. It had this little strap with a stylized letter "E". E... Caeden vaguely remembers a person with a name starting with E. Was it his best friend? Or perhaps his favorite musician? Or maybe... his girlfriend?
It has got to be his girlfriend. There's no other reason for Caeden to put a strap like that on his phone. But... how does he even know he has a girlfriend?
He checked his phone to see if there are any contacts he could call. That's odd... he doesn't have any contacts. The phone was completely blank of any communication he had between anyone else. The phone doesn't seem to be broken... but nothing else was to be found. He checked his wallet, there were about fifty bucks in it. What was he doing before all this happened? More importantly... why did this Mr. Korneff guy find Caeden instead of any of his friends or family? Perhaps he was recklessly having a joy ride far away from home and they had no idea where he was or what sort of situation he was in. But that doesn't explain the blank contacts in his phone...
He wasn't allowed to be discharged until after a few weeks. He asked almost everyone about him and if they know anything, but to no avail. He just sits around and reads the mangas he had called "Btooom!". Was he such a hardcore gamer before that he loved this kind of manga? He doesn't seem to have an urge to blow stuff up. Nevertheless, he still loved the manga. He reads it almost everyday just to pass the time, and he still wasn't sick of it.
These past few weeks, nothing else happened. There wasn't anything new that he remembers. No matter how much therapy he goes through, there's nothing new. He just stayed in his bed and waited for the days to pass by, reading his manga and checking his phone to see if there's anything he could do about it. He doesn't talk to the doctors much. He usually stares at the window near his bed to see the view.

A few weeks later, the doctor told him that he was going to be discharged and a guy with a familiar name was going to pick him up. Mr. Korneff... the guy the doctor mentioned who found him unconscious. The doctor also told him that he was going to be taken to this foster care facility, and he learned that he was in Idaho. The next thing he knew, he was riding this bus to this lodge in the middle of nowhere. He was very uncomfortable to see so many unfamiliar faces, and he just sat in the corner and read manga the entire trip.

Past Relations:
None

Miscellaneous:
Well... his blood type is AB ._.

[Thoughtless]

Personal Information

Name: Liam Underwood
Alias: None.
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 160 pounds
Blood Type:

Appearance

Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Light Blue (Oh ye gods, thank you for asking for no heterochromia)
Physical Description: Liam is fit and strong, but only so much as any other boy his age would be assuming they were healthy and active. As such, he is not overtly muscular, but one would be able to see the forms of his muscles if he had his shirt off. He wears his red hair short, in such a manner that a haircut requires little more than a pass or two over his head with electric clippers. Liam's eyes are a cold shade of light blue, striking in and of themselves, but further contrasted by his hair color. He has a long white scar starting from just below his ear that draws a jagged line to his chin, it tends to turn pink from blood flow when he exerts himself.

Manner of Dress: Liam is generally very relaxed when it comes to clothing, preferring comfort over all else and wearing whatever he has around. Jeans, t-shirts, and a hoodie or light jacket when the weather is applicable. However, whenever the opportunity arose to attend something formal, he always enjoyed wearing more formal clothing.

Psychological Footprint

Innate Personality: Fantasy has always been Liam's vice. He never found the real world to be wholly adequate, and as such often ignores it completely, delving into books and television for hours at a time. It is very difficult for him to focus on things in real life for extended periods of time, even if displays great interest in it at the beginning. Despite this, Liam is not at all against socializing; in fact he finds people themselves to be quite fascinating, despite the utterly dull world they built around themselves. He his also very empathetic, often realizing what is plaguing a person before they even admit to themselves.
Outward Personality: One couldn't really call Liam "nice" exactly, but neither is he overtly malevolent. Most of the time he would be described as bored or uncaring, even if he really is listening to you intently. However, if one were to bring something to his attention he deems important enough, Liam can sometimes become too invasive, often asking very personal questions in an effort to understand the problem. This upsets some people, leading them to believe Liam is being overly critical or mocking them.
Favorite Thing: He keeps a journal, which he allows no one to read. Despite the fact that the book it is written in changes every few weeks or months depending on how quickly it is filled, Liam does not seem to have a collection of other volumes among his possession. One would take this to mean that he either discards or hides previous journals.
Theme Song: Meh.
Occupation: Liam held a few part time jobs before coming to Eagle Mountain, including working at a book store, retail electronics, and a very short stint at a coffee shop. The book store was by far his favorite, and the owner seemed to like him working there as well, but he eventually had to quit when he was sent to Eagle Mountain. The retail gig was fun at times, but mostly very boring and otherwise uneventful. The coffee shop lasted just a few weeks, as Liam was fired for asking "inappropriate questions" of some of the patrons. He swears he was just trying to help them out, though.
Hobbies: Reading, writing in his journal, playing video games and running. He enjoys running mostly because he can space out and daydream while still technically doing something productive from other people's perspectives.
Bad Habits: Asking invasive questions, and at other times seemingly ignoring other people. He can also be very blunt when people are doing things that annoy him. Not necessarily a bad habit, but it seems to offend some people.
Favorite Color: Blue

History

Background: Liam entered the foster program at the age of seven, when his drug addled parents left home and never came back. As far as he knows they were never found, and has since stopped wondering where it was they went. It was likely they just overdosed and died, or else got on the bad side of a supplier. He lived in a pretty nice orphanage for about two years until he was sent to his first foster home. They were a nice old couple whose children were all grown, and they loved him. However, it ended up just being a temporary thing when his foster father was found to have an advanced stage of cancer and had to be hospitalized. Liam was actually with them through the death of the man, but his wife became too grief stricken after his death to properly take care of Liam, and so he was sent away. At twelve he was with a new family, along with two other foster children. The other children were both boys older than himself and liked nothing more than to torment their new, strange little brother. All under the noses of his nice but completely oblivious new foster parents. When Liam finally did fight back, quite effectively in fact, the other boys put a spin on the story making him out to be crazy and violent. Given his introverted personality at the time, the foster parents were inclined to believe the story. Liam didn't even try to deny anything, he just wanted away from the other boys.

His last foster family lasted the longest, from age 13 to 17. He doesn't really talk about them much, apparently because their passing affected him deeply. They died in a house fire, burned to death before emergency responders could even get there. There was some speculation that he had purposely set the fire himself, as he was found outside the burning house, just sitting on the front lawn and staring at the blaze when the fire crew finally arrived. He denied it, of course, and the police had absolutely no proof against him, so back into the system he went. He believes the police added a few footnotes to his record speculating his involvement in the fire, and thinks that is why he has been sent to Eagle Mountain instead of just being allowed to wait out his last year before freedom in someplace more normal.

Past Relations: He doesn't know anyone currently at Eagle Mountain. However, a significant person may be the old book store owner he worked for up until he was sent away. Possibly some other people, but that isn't terribly important right now.

Miscellaneous:

[SuperOtaku]

Personal Information

Name: Katylin Castle
Alias: Cat
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Height: 5'5
Weight: 117
Blood Type:

Appearance

Hair Color: Dark Orange
Eye Color: Green
Physical Description: She has a small scar on the right side of her forehead from the accident that caused her to loose her memory. She has a burn scar on the small of her back from the accident as well. She Also has one tattoo on her left side though she still can't remember why how or when she got it. She looks like this.
Manner of Dress: Cat tends to wear mostly boy clothes only occasionally opting out to wear a frilly shirt instead of a t-shirt. She almost always wears jeans and only has one pear of boots. She also almost always wears a leather-jacket that is the only thing she can seem to remember anything about.

Psychological Footprint

Innate Personality: Cat is very insecure at heart and tends to regret alot of what she does and says. She always feels incomplete without her memory, although it's slowly coming back piece by piece she always feels left out when people talk about there past or old friends because she can't remember anything about her's.
Outward Personality: To help hide her sensitive insecurities Cat tends to be rude standoffish and a little more boyish then she'd usually like to be. She tends to talk in a more aggressive tone and her body language is more that of a boys, in that she usually stands with her arms down at her sides leaned back with her legs spread apart a little.
Favorite Thing: Cat Values her leather jacket more then anything in the world. It's the only thing she can actually remember anything about. She remembers opening it up two years ago for a Christmas and how happy she was to have it, and everything else is a little hazy from there. She refuses to let anyone wear it, and if anyone were to spill something on it or wear it without her permission she'd be liable to get very violent and protective.
Theme Song: This song describes the way she feels internally perfectly.
Occupation: No
Hobbies: Listen to music, watch the sky, work on her bike.
Bad Habits: She's easily angered
Favorite Color: Forest Green

History

Background: 4 month's ago Katylin got into a car accident with her family which claimed the life of her mother father and two younger sisters of the ages 9 and 12. Se spent three weeks in the hospital recuperating before finally being released into protective custody to try and help her regain her memories. After 2 month's of no progress She was released into foster care in the hopes that it would help her regain her memory. WHat few memories she does have there of little things such as her leather jacket, or a evening she spent alone, or just a simple day at school, she can recall little details of her past but not much.

Past Relations:

Miscellaneous: