The Tempest is a drama/horror/mystery RP heavily influenced by the works of David Lynch and Stephen King while also being inspired by the genre of Japanese horror. It will feature a dark storyline with adult themes. This RP will not begin as a straight-forward horror story, but will instead have its inception as a slice-of-life drama focusing on the lives of the inhabitants of Mirrormont, WA-- a small town recovering from the onslaught of a terrible, nigh-biblical storm.
Mirrormont, a small coastal town home to a tight-knit community where everyone knows each other, has been devastated by Abigail, a great and powerful storm which rampaged throughout the North Pacific coast, flooding many of the towns near Puget Sound and causing untold amounts of devastation throughout the region. When the story begins, it is June 17th, 2013-- a scant 48 hours since Abigail's passing. Many of the townspeople had little choice but to hide out in shelters during the storm only to come out to find their homes destroyed by Abigail, thus much of the town is held in the grips of misery, waiting desperately for aid from the government.
As the town attempts to recover in the aftermath of Abigail, horrifying and unexplainable events begin to occur to the town's citizens. Faced with the tide of death that will wash over them and their loved ones should they not act, a group of teenagers take it upon themselves to uncover the mystery surrounding these dark events. It will be a journey that will take them to the blackest depths of the human psyche, as well as force them to delve into the unspoken and hidden history of Mirrormont itself.
[FONT=Book Antiqua]Mirrormont is a small, solitary coastal town with a population of about 1,890-- 102 less than the count was before the storm caused catastrophic flooding and mudslides that took the lives of many of its townspeople. Mirrormont is surrounded by dense woodlands and numerous lakes, while the orange sun-touched peaks of Tiger Mountain, last link in the Cascade Range, looms to the north, bereft of the Chinook people who once called the mountain their home.
True to the region, Mirrormont is covered in grey clouds throughout the year and thus days of sunlight are a rarity. Still, in spite of its dreary weather, the town possesses a haunting beauty that, along with the historical appeal of Tiger Mountain as a former site of the Chinook Indians, paint it as an interesting destination for tourists.
The largest of the bodies of water that surround the town is Moses Lake, a miniature inland sea which empties out into the Pacific Ocean. During Abigail, the unprecented and historical storm which devastated the region, the rising black waters of Moses Lake consumed much of the town, leaving half of Mirrormont flooded, with the gas-filled bodies of the dead still floating in the lake's expanding waters.
Even after the storm, Mirrormont exists as a close-knit community where seemingly everyone knows each other's name. Many of the families living in Mirrormont go back several generations to the British settlers who founded the town hundreds of years ago. One family in particular, the Sinclaires, have been the traditional "leaders" of the town for as long as anyone can remember. Owing to this tradition, members of the Sinclaire clan are traditionally given high posts of office by the mayor of Mirrormont (the current head of the Sinclaire family), thus it is not strange to see a member of the large and powerful dynasty as a sheriff or treasurer.
Like many other small towns throughout America, Mirrormont has its own residential section as well as a small downtown area where teens and other young adults can typically be found struggling to find anything interesting to do-- Because of this, most of the town's younger residents rather spend their time hiking, camping and/or throwing parties in the woods.
Our characters are teenaged residents of Mirrormont, WA and survivors of the horrible Abigail Storm. We are students at Antioch Highschool, a regional school which takes in students from Mirrormont as well as its two neighboring towns, Liberty and Bridgewater.
We are all either juniors (11th grade) or seniors (12th grade), so all of us should be no older than 18. Besides your age and status as a student, there is one other storyline-essential detail that you must keep in mind while creating your character.
At school, there is an extracurricular club known as the "Indiana Club", a not very popular program run by Mr. Linklater, the history teacher. The Indiana Club, or "Indy Club", true to its namesake, is an archaeology and anthropology-based after-school program. For the past year, the members of this club, led by Mr. Linklater, have been going on field trips to Tiger Mountain and investigating the Chinook Indians who once lived there. All in all, it is a boring and not very eventful club, but does teach its members (those who were paying attention, at least) vital skills in research and deduction. Even though some less academically-inclined students are forced into it as mandatory extracurricular classwork, the club has very few members. Your character must be one of the few member of this club. Whether they joined of their own free will or were forced is up to you.
The Indy Club, before the coming of Abigail, was set to go on a class trip to Egypt, but due to the storm, the trip has been canceled.
(As you can tell, your character's fateful membership in the small Indy Club is what will allow them to have the skills necessary to properly stand against and uncover the dark events that will eventually befall Mirrormont. It is also what could allow some characters who have totally different backgrounds to know each other-- as in, say, a character from a well-off family and one from a poorer one.)
Besides your age, status as a student at Antioch High, and membership (willing or forced) in the Indiana Club, your character can have any kind of background that you wish. While I did include a Background section in the CS, you don't need to put too much here, as I think it would work better if you amended your character's background with the info that we get from creating the world together (as in, if you're related to another character or what have you).
AGE: (No older than 17 or 18)
SCHOOL GRADE: Must be in Junior or Senior year.
APPEARANCE: An outlining of what your character looks like. This should include their height, weight, eye color, hair description, ect. Also, it would be interesting to read about your character's sense of style (whether they're a cool hipster kid, goth, preppy kid, ect). You can go into this as deep as you want, just as long as we get a clear physical description. Lastly, try and find an image of what your character is supposed to look like (this is for quick reference purposes).
PERSONALITY: An in-depth account of your character's personality-- their likes and dislikes, hopes and frustrations, dreams, ect.
As I mentioned earlier, not much has to go in here in the moment. You can add more once the accepted members and the GM finish our pre-IC RP planning session. You can however include some basic ideas for your character that you've created. Go as far with this as you want, but remember that there's still a lot of context missing that will add a lot to your character's backstory once we figure things out.
*THEME: This one is completely optional, but something I thought it'd be fun to include. If you could choose one song to describe your character or to properly showcase what they're about, post a link to it here. Or, you could basically just think of it as "What's your character's favorite song?" This is all optional, just thought it'd be kind of fun.
That's about it for the current OOC. Once we discuss more about the world of the RP, I'll amend the OOC with more info. I'd also like discuss RP stuff that doesn't involve the actual story with the final players as well. Things like rules, post frequency/length, and other aspects of the RP which we should establish in order to have a good and solid foundation that will be cool with everyone. Until then, that's all, and thanks for reading!
Name: Elijah 'Eli' Hawke
School grade: Junior
A lean boy of 5'7 and 145lbs. Elijah is a plain young man with no striking feature. He's an average individual, someone who easily gets lost in a crowd and left in the background. However, some people find his sheepish smiles rather endearing. The boy's hair is as dark as ink and floppy bangs fall onto his forehead. His sister likes ruffling up his usually tidy hair and compares it to rabbit fur because it's floppy and easy to muss up. Elijah's eyes are a caramel brown and usually flit from place to place, making the boy seem rather nervous and tense.
The young man likes to bundle up, so you'll usually see him in turtlenecks,vests, jackets and scarves. Eli's usual getup consists of shirts with vests over them, jeans and sneakers. He likes scarves very much and almost never leaves home without his earphones plugged in his ears.
Not much is said about Elijah, the boy likes to keep to himself and is deathly silent when with a crowd. He's the guy jocks laugh at and shove around, the polite young man parents and teachers like and the enthusiastic photographer the photography club finds endearing.
Elijah is a shy boy that can be compared to a darting shadow. He sticks close to the people who earn his trust and will follow them through thick and thin, but when by himself his confidence wavers and he exits the scene in search of quiet corners or vacant rooms. Elijah isn't anti-social just introverted, he finds crowds overwhelming and big events nothing but a hassle. He'd rather watch the snow from his bedroom window than join a winter dance and would rather be with two to three good friends than a circle of lively acquaintances.
With people he doesn't know very well Elijah is quiet and observant, do not expect him to speak unless called. He'll move around cautiously, stutter when spoken to and turn as red as an apple when embarrassed. Usually when a room starts filling up he'll quietly try to sneak away nervously. If with people he considers friends Elijah won't be afraid to mingle and let his silly side show, he's friendly and kind to those he considers his pals but would rather listen to them speak than talk about his own experiences. He doesn't find himself interesting so he keeps his stories and experiences to himself. If Elijah opens up to someone it means he trusts them a lot.
Elijah can be quite awkward in social situations, he finds it hard to look people in the eyes and fidgets with his scarf when asked questions. Eli finds it extremely hard to say no when asked small favors and as a result he is quite a pushover, and it doesn't help that he's always trying to be polite no matter what the situation. Elijah is generally a nice guy, but people sometimes find his silence frustrating. Elijah tries his best to like everyone but to be honest the young man finds it hard to like himself. He thinks he's a useless idiot who constantly gets things wrong but he smiles anyway, mumbles silent apologies and carries on with his task in hopes to please others and make himself useful.
Why can't I get things right? Why do I always mess up, I-I want to be brave!
Confidence is something the boy lacks but when you speak to him about photography and books he'll become an entirely new person. His passion lies in photographs and words and he can be very enthusiastic about the two things he loves most. Talk to Elijah about cameras and his favorite authors and he'll go from silent to following you around with a silly smile and hopeful expression. Yes, he doesn't like crowds but he actually enjoys it when people take the time to talk with him. Elijah might not look like much but the boy tries his darnedest to help keep everyone he cares about happy.
Photography has always been Elijah's one true love and someday he dreams of becoming a photographer. He's not very optimistic but he crosses his fingers and hopes for the best. The young man isn't very good with expressing his emotions, they spill out like incoherent thoughts and mushed up ideas. Instead of telling people how he feels or speaking his mind he expresses himself through the art of photography and writing.
Elijah might not have much to say, so watch out for his actions. They are often Genuine and when he thanks someone or tells them how important they are then it pretty much means they're important people in his life.
Born to a loving family of four. Elijah's parents are both business men and women while his elder sister is a cardiologist because of this a lot of pressure is placed on his shoulders. They want him to follow in their footsteps but honestly he's more interested in things related to arts and literature. As a young boy photographs and story books always interested him while the thought of operating someone always made him go pale. Numbers were alright but by the time he hit high school all the x's and y's made his head throb. From the beginning he disliked anything having to do with medicine while his sister aspired to become a doctor.
His parents wish he'd be more business oriented but he just can't stop loving art. In fact the reason Elijah joined the Indiana club was because he thought it would be a good source of inspiration. He's quite good at most subjects and loves all the theories in physics but numbers just make the boy feel hopeless.
He has a Golden Retriever named Crackers and considers the dog his best friend.
Elijah's favorite song is Take to The Sky because listening to it boosts his confidence even by just a little bit.
Elijah's mom and dad : Tobin and Melissa Hawke -
So, my English teacher told me to write a paper about my family and she told me to compare them to nature. This is just a little draft on what I'm planning to write. I'll start with my mom, my ever-cheerful and bright mom. She's in her late forties but her constant smiles and mirth filled eyes make her look younger - she's the sun in my dismal sky. Quick to smile, encourage and offer hugs whenever me and my sis are down. She's quick to angel and almost always smiling. She raises everyone's spirits and moves through the house with a bounce in her steps. She sings while doing the dishes and hums happily as she plants flowers in the garden and she gets tired from time to time - she's only human, after all. However, usually it takes a hug from sis and I or a peck on the cheek from dad to send her on her merry way. Mom is just awesome. Without a sun in the sky the world would freeze over, without mom at home it would not be a home. Her happiness seeps into the coldest corners of this house and fills it with love. She's the sun, yeah she's the sun for sure.
Next up is dad. If mom is the sun then dad, well, he's the wind. He's not around as much as mom but I know he loves us a lot. In more ways than one I am certain he is the wind. When with mom dad becomes a gentle breeze. He whispers in her ear and cuddles up to her on the sofa as they watch sappy romantic movies mom can't get enough of. After twenty two years of being married they're still in love. Sis and I can tell. When with us dad turns into a playful burst of air that musses up our air and makes us smile. He's always ready for a game of catch or a bike ride around the park. He's always ready to make sis and I happy, I look up to him a lot...I just wish he'd appreciate art a bit. He doesn't think much of it, h-he thinks it's a bit silly but just can't say it to my face. Despite it all I love dad. When sis and I break the rules dad becomes a chilly northern wind. Unlike mom he's a tad strict when it comes to the rules, so when sis and I mess up he usually goes quiet and grounds us. He values stuff like responsibility and obedience a lot and I respect him for it. He's the wind, gentle one moment then a blustering burst of air the next.
Elijah's sister : Elise Hawke -
My nineteen year old sister, hmm this is kind of tricky, but I think she's a star in my distant sky. She takes after mom in a lot of ways, quick to give hugs and quick to decide. Some of her decisions aren't very smart and she's...well, sort of impulsive but she's smart and she aims big. Sis always has her head up in the clouds and her constant optimist always gets everyone else feeling better. She's not just a silver star in an abysmal sea called the sky - she's a constellation! She's reliable and tough but really a girly girl deep down with a weakness for boybands and puppies. Ignore my short ramble, despite that she's responsible and brilliant in her own ways, she makes people look up to her. She never ever gives up and to be honest I look up to my older sis too. However, I can't be a star.
If she was a thunderstorm then I'd be drizzle. If she was light then I'd be sound - too slow to ever catch up or amount to anything. Sis says I'm the sky, that I'm always there in the background. She says I'm not very noticeable but that I'm always there, just waiting to lend a helping hand. Sis says the sky is wonderful like me, I-its honestly something I can't believe.
Elijah's Golden Retriever : Crackers -
Last but not the least is Crackers! My best pal and go to guy. We got him from a shelter back when he was a three month old puppy and ever since then he became our Crackers. If I had to compare him to nature, I'd say he's lightning. Here at one moment, gone the next. He brightened up our sky with his presence and whenever he's in a room he can't go unnoticed. He's bright, like a tear of light in the night sky. Crackers is a bit of a handful and he's a bit on the messy side, but he's a good dog and what can I say. He's family.
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Vivian has a fresh face that looks younger than 18 and people say she has an inquisitive look about her, although she's never given it much thought and isn't sure whether to take it as a compliment or not. She has straight brown hair that can develop waves if enough attention isn't given to it in the morning. Her eyes are large, round and green although they don't look disproportionate when compared to her other facial features which are rather pronounced. She appreciates her full lips but hates that her nose is slightly wide and upturned. She stands at 5'6" and is of a medium frame, weighing 135 lbs.
Vivian tends to dress in a vintage/military inspired style. She used to buy all of the preppy clothes that you'd find at your average mall store when she was a freshman and sophomore but she found that her personality was such a clash to her style of dress that it would be much easier if she started dressing like she felt. Simplistic, classy, but also with the shine and hard lines of military garnishes is probably as close as one can get when describing her usual outfits. She appreciates layers and the concept of decade-crossing. For example, an outfit might include a bomber jacket that she's touched up, a distinctively 1940's buttoned skirt, a lacey blouse and a pair of boots that looked like they could have belonged to a Victorian gravedigger to top it all off.
Her posture is fairly good (not a lot of slouching) and she moves pretty gracefully for the most part. However, she'll never be caught dead in heels because she's enough of a klutz without the added challenge.
If someone was asked to describe Vivian in five words or less, it is likely that they'd only use one: "Unavoidable". Whether it's her sense of style, her presence in the classroom or her most unfortunate personality trait, her arrogance, it is hard to go without knowing who Vivian Monroe is although it's admittedly easy to know next to nothing about her. While she will often talk about herself, little of it is personal information that isn't public record. She never mentions her family (unless it's an in-passing quip about parents) and she rarely talks about her interests that aren't academic. It's easy to tell that her family is upper middle class due to her access to technology and her lax attitude towards purchasing items and paying for college, but that would never come up in conversation. As a result, Vivian is perceived as a distant or cold individual. She is good with other people. At any time she can appear welcoming and tell a few quick jokes or she can get a classmate to run errands for her, but no matter how much socializing she does, it would never cross anyone's mind to call her "friendly". A good orator, sure, and maybe even a bit manipulative, but never cordial just for the sake of making friends.
She is loyal to her only true friend, Sophia, for reasons that aren't always clear to her. Vivian remembers owing the girl a debt very early on in their childhood and is also sure that she repaid it several times in full. Sophia, a humble, truthful and hardworking girl, is quite opposite to Vivian and that likely is a reason why Vivian hasn't tried to sever that tie yet. Her view on people is unusual. She sees her classmates and teachers as individual puzzles. As a child, she always liked to solve jigsaw puzzles, wooden ones with interlocking pieces that had to be connected, logic problems and even crossword puzzles. She was lonely, the only child in the household, and therefore had very little luck with other children. She approached them as she approached her favorite pastime. To Vivian, the kids on the street were mysteries that needed to be solved. She would get close to them so that she could see all of their "pieces": their quirks, their hobbies, their goals. Once she arranged them to get a clear view of the person she was dealing with, it was more than likely that she'd lose interest and nearly never interact with the child in question again. With Sophia's urging, she grew out of this habit for the most part, although she still does like to try to "solve" the new people she meets to avoid being surprised later on down the line.
As for her weaknesses, as much as she likes to pretend that she doesn't have them, she is a very rigid person who lacks humility and is not used to being wrong. Vivian loves history for a reason. It's all patterns and cycles. There's a reason behind every war. Spontaneity can often send her into a tailspin and put her at a disadvantage. Once all of the shifting around her has stopped, she is always more determined than ever to once again be on top of the situation. Her pride will prevent her from admitting that she's at a loss and Vivian has made a fool of herself many times in situations like that.
Her plan for the future involves going to a good college (several great institutions have offered her money) and likely going on to get a PhD in either a history branch or linguistics. She doesn't want to teach but she would love to go into a research field.
(I'll just put a few things here for now until the pre-IC world-building begins)
The Monroe family consists of Doctor Jack Monroe, an anaesthesiologist, Amelia Carr-Monroe, a librarian at the tiny Mirrormont Public Library, and Vivian. Jack is proud of his daughter and if his work didn't keep him away from the family for such long hours, he would be quite the doting dad. Because of the demanding hours, he isn't too active in raising his daughter and tries to make up for it with gifts from time to time. Vivian and her mother get along well enough. Amelia is glad that Vivian shows an interest in history over medicine but is worried about her lack of friends and unwillingness to participate in the usual teen activities. Amelia sometimes worries that Vivian might have some sort of a disorder while Jack is more than thrilled about her intellect and focus. They often clash over this.
Vivian joined the Indiana Club at the urging of her best friend, Sophia Clarke. Due to a conflict with yet another club Sophia happened to be a part of, she had to drop out of the Indy Club, leaving a very reluctant Vivian behind. American history, especially Native American history, has never been of interest to her.
According to her report cards, her best classes are Medieval History, Biology, and French. She's never claimed to like mathematics nor does she particularly excel in English. She has no art classes on her schedule and took on an extra history elective. She does maintain a high GPA and that's all that matters to her.
Despite the fact that she never lets people close enough to truly annoy her, a recurring minor character in her life (as she likes to call him) likely takes the cake for the biggest annoyance she's ever met: Thomas Whitechapel . Part of Mirrormont's "Old British Royalty", he is a popular jock and occasional suitor to Sophia. The three of them grew up together and while Sophia maintains that he's good-natured, if not a little block headed, Vivian finds him useless and redundant in her life seeing as he offers nothing besides athleticism, yet he insists on trying to befriend her. She'd hate him if there wasn't so much effort in it.
Elijah- I think he prefers to go by Eli. I've called him Elijah every time we've spoken. I'm sure if he minded, he'd speak up. He'd glow crimson but he'd talk nonetheless. The pictures he's always snapping end up in the yearbook and places like the school paper quite often. Chances are he's one of those silent photographer types and it's not just me that he clams up around. His art speaks for him. I've never had any problems with him and that's about as much as I can say about him. Everyone likes him for the most part. It's hard to have a grudge against a shadow.
Ria- I've been in classes with her for years. She and Sophia get along well whenever they talk and I'm surprised that they're not already fast friends. Anyway, she seems like a genuinely sweet person. She has nothing to lose and nothing to gain when she converses with you. This is going to sound odd but she is what I imagine Joan of Arc to be like. Yes, I know that doesn't make a whole lot of sense if I just say it like that. Picture it though, an enthusiastic young girl that everyone else thinks is a little off the beaten path fighting for a cause she believes in so much that she actually thinks she's hearing God's voice. Her crusade is something like PETA or Woodstock or something to do with peace. It's not something I'd ever be caught wasting my time with but then again, that's always been Ria's cross to bear. No one has ever had time for peace and affection and mankind and I especially will not start now. But if she's fine by Sophia's standard, she's fine by mine.
Ire- If I ever had a physical score to settle, I'd set Ire to the task. Her physique is impressive and she's the sort of firecracker that you want on your side at all times. It's only natural for human beings to let their past shape them; that's what history is for, after all. Ire however dwelled on the negatives with such passion that she can't escape them. It's less of a reflective ocean with her... more of a constant tsunami. She has several sensitive triggers from what I can see. I think what she doesn't realize is that in the journey to become impermeable, she has left herself vulnerable. Look at the Romans for example. They spread themselves thin parading their might to all corners of the world that it only took a handful of barbarians that knew what made them tick to collapse them. I'm not nearly stupid enough to press her buttons but one of these days someone is going to make her self-destruct. I personally hope it's before she enacts her self-righteous vendetta against us. I seem to have fallen into the category of the rude bitches that used to torture her in middle school.
Teagan- For some reason, people think I'd be jealous of Teagan. Those people obviously don't know me. What reason do I have to be envious of a girl whose mother is a runaway whore and whose father drinks himself to death every night? She strives to be absolutely perfect because her life otherwise would be a wreck. Have you seen Black Swan? She's headed to psychotic breakdown village on a direct route if she doesn't learn her own limits. Teagan is no threat and she's not someone I can pity because she insists on being something she's not. She's off in her own corner of Antioch and as long as we stay apart I foresee no problems. So what if she makes valedictorian? She has a more rigorous schedule than I do. I've got grants from all of my top choices and I didn't need to bleed myself dry to get there. Every school needs an inspirational sad-sap story to applaud over at the end of the year. Let's face it, that's Teagan Marks to a "t".
Qil- I can tell when someone dislikes me. It's not just me that Qil is uneasy with, though. He's always watching his back in case anyone wants to pick a fight with him. I'd say he has a chip on his shoulder but that's the understatement of the century. All he does is fight and sulk and he wonders why we all have trouble letting him into our social circles. Qil would do well to lighten up a bit but that's not in his nature. If he doesn't focus on something that's more important than brawling, he might end up forming his own little gang. It would be like... what was that book we read in grade school... The Outsiders. They can get into fights and get stabbed one by one. I don't think he'd be happy any other way. The best possible solution would be to pit Qil and Ire against each other to finish each other off before they get any big ideas about messing up the student body but I think they would get along too well for that. And that, friends, is why they invented espionage. But I will hang back for now. It might not be worth it in the long run to start a war if I could just diffuse one bomb somewhere down the line. Besides, I have much better things to do then to get involved with the future criminals I associate with in my extracurricular activities.
Quinn- The new kid. His father owns that big chain store that just came into Mirrormont that carries my favorite brand of out-of-town soda. Quinn deals and tries to make sure he's not the most relaxed on in the room. He's not a stoner– he's too smart for that. He just avoids getting hot under his collar and is apt to extend the same courtesy to others. Quinn is from a rich family and people give him shit for it. You would think people would try to suck up to the moneyed residents of this nothing town but the stupidity of the masses never ceases to be amazing. I've thought of extending a gesture of friendship to him, but truth be told I'm not sure I'd know how. I gained my only friend accidentally a very long time ago. We do talk fairly often. I think I understand him pretty well, especially since the others are glaring from around the corner because he's "killing small business". Yes, it's exactly as small-minded as it sounds.
If you would like a sample of my group writing, I'm afraid that there isn't a whole lot of it that went far, but you are welcome to look at my posts if you'd like. I could link to a few samples when I get back if that would be easier.
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Here is Fie's submission. Do let her know what changes are necessary.
Fie's Main Character
NAME: 'Ire' - I. Rachelle Everett. I go by Ire. Don't you dare call me that name...
AGE: 18 Drink. Not beer 'cuz it makes you fat. Don't smoke... tabbacco, that is. SCHOOL GRADE: Junior. Guess who fuckin' failed grade 7...? APPEARANCE: Five foot, nine inches. One fifty-five. Spanish eyes. Chin length dark brown hair.
Getting judged on appearances again... Whatever. Fuck it, I know you don't like what you see. Yeah, well. I don't fuckin' care. I like combat boots and camo. Or black. Or chains. Or spikes. Or metal. Or just go fuck yourself. I can only afford to buy things second hand or with five-finger discounts. So I like to tie my hair up into a pair of low twin ponytails. Reminds me that I'm a girl, sure, but helps remind me even more that you can just go to hell. What's wrong? Never seen a chick with arms and hands that look like they could rip your face off? Yeah, well, I work out. A lot. And not just that. I'm probably the toughest bitch you will ever meet. I'll have bruises or cuts on me from fighting. A lot. I don't put up with bullshit. Mom's revolving door bf's don't lay a hand on me or her no more. Ever. Yeah, those small 'x' shaped scars all up and down the backs of my forearms? Don't stare. Don't ask. PERSONALITY: Aggressive, Angry, Mean-spirited, Brooding, Spiteful, Insecure, Hating Queer Bitch.
Oh shit did I just punch you in the mouth? I told you not to look at my scars. I told you already! Don't ask! And fuckin' hell, don't call me that! Call me Ire. Or Rachelle. I don't go by my first name! Ever. That name is bullshit. My dad gave me that name. What did he do to us and where the fuck is he now? Fuck him! Fuck all mom's bf's. And fuck you too. I remember coming here. All you fuckers were mean to me. I was the new girl. Not too happy that I might be staining your White sheet town with my colour. My mom's white too, but you were scared my broke ass junkie whore mom was gonna' steal your stuff. You fuckers terrorized me until I was fuckin' twelve. And then I fought back. And fought back. And I got bigger and stronger. Skinny,spineless, ugly girl no more. There is only so much a girl can take. I'm gonna' crush this fuckin' place. Boom, baby. Boom.
I got friends. Okay so I only have four. And yeah, we are broke ass losers. They call us 'The Nevers.' But we stuck it out together since summer of grade 8 and we are stronger now, fuck you very much. And know who they hate? Your cheerleaders. But I don't care. I'll stand there on the track and stare at you bitches. I'll lick my fuckin' lips and rub myself too. You fuckin' always spread rumours and beat the shit out of me for being the 'Spic Lesbo' when we were kids. First of all,regarding the first part... I'm fuckin' mixed blood. Mestisa I think they call me. As for the second part, I'm not gonna' make a liar out of you anymore: if you let me, I will love you girls down the right way. Right after I beat the shit out of your fuckin' football preppy bitch boyfriend, I'll bring you home so you can call me Mommy.
But I know that will never happen. You think this little piss hole town would ever let homos infect their pristine wholesome White-bread eating town? So just wait until homecoming. They are gonna' make a movie about it. For fuckin' sure. You remember that movie Carrie? Ten times better. Just you wait and see.
Hey, don't you fuckin' talk to me. You remember me. I was the weird, new skid chick. We were ten... Yeah, I don't care if that was so fuckin' long ago. You never said you were sorry, and besides, it's too late for apologies... Okay, so we did make that 'castle' together in the old warehouse that one time. So fuckin' what..?
Hah! Yeah! I do remember that too actually! Fuckin' hell, that was cool... No, they tore the warehouse down... No, the next block over... Yeah,there. I still live in that rat-infested dive... Nah, just me n' mom. Dad took off. Used to beat the shit out of us and he used to-- nevermind. That's why we moved here from Canada. We had some relatives in Spokane, but they kicked mom out for shooting up in their place... Nah, mom still uses. But you say anything and I'll know who's spreading rumours again. I will fuck you up, believe that bitch, I will. ...Okay, yeah, I know you won't say nothin'. We never talk, but you were never mean to me... We're cool, okay? Well as long as we are in this bullshit club.
No, I work out four times a week. That includes martial arts time. Nah... they won't let me teach... No inner zen or whatever the hell it is they said. But I work out all for free at the community centre... Yeah, I work there too... Janitor. Fuckin' hell, livin' the dream, right?. Hahahaha... ahem. Anyways. So yeah, I had to join 'Indy' for 'sensitivity training' or some shit. Still have to do community service too, but beats going to court and being shipped up state... Yeah, that rumour is true. I beat them down. Bad. Hospital bad. Okay, between you and me: Those two were some of the boys that pinned me down and pulled that shit on me in junior high... Sheriff knows it. Can't prove shit. So anyways. The opportunity was there to get them. I had to take it... Hey they got all physical with me first! I just had to defend my self! Self-defence, Sheriff said too! Hey, they started it first and I just finished it. Got them good too. Serves them right. Fuck. Yeah... But okay, thanks. You too.
Man,when the hell are we gonna' start doin' the 'Indy-ing' up in here. Fuckin' boooooooring... Wait. Holy shit. He's in this club?! Her too?! Shit, so gonna' hate my time up in here. Up state is looking pretty good right about now... I know, right? Hahahaha... ahem. But yeah... When we are back in school, it'll all be back to normal again... me n' you won't talk, buddy over there will walk on the other side of the street from me, and she will pretend like I don't exist either. Fuckin' hell... Whatever, fuck it. Nothing ever changes in this fuckin' one-horse town...
Hey, you been back to the old warehouse since? Okay, you should totally come by, me n' the other Nevers... Never-NeverLanders, dumb ass... you don't know? Fuckin' hell, I'll tell you the story next time then, but still, you should come on by to the rubble. They haven't cleared it out yet. We set up shop and do some tokenboozen before we go cruisin'... To the lakeshore...Tokenbooze... No, not Lord of the Rings, dumbass! Toke. And. Booze... Okay, whatever, just come on by... I mean if you aren't busy. You don't have to. Nah, fuck it. Whatever, you probably have better things to do on weekends. But yeah, that's our Saturday nights. It's where we set up for homecoming. Yeah, the Nevers are so gonna' be there.
Would not miss it for the world. Boom, baby. Boom. *THEME:
"When I am queen I will insist with perfect scars upon my wrists
that everything you once held dear is taken away from you...
When I am queen sweet girlscout's face and not a one will fall from grace
If all their hearts I could replace, but until then I'll have to...
This is my boy Thumper. So hot, right? Yeah, and he will always remind you of just what a stud he is. Always thinking with that penis of his. Eww. So studly over there is really full of himself, but anyways, yeah, he didn't always look like that. When we first met, he was fat, hunched over and dumb. Now he's chiseled, swaggering and dumb. He thinks I'm hot for him. And that he can turn me on. Okay, he is good looking now, but seriously, there is no fuckin' way I'm going to 'join the straight team, 'Elles, join the team and you'll get a night you will never forget,' that is unless he has a sex change. Dumbass.
But okay, so we failed grade seven together to that tells you just what kind of a genius I am. But okay, I'm smart enough to have figured out how to get him off his lazy fat ass and into shape. He takes it seriously enough and trains hard too. We all do. And he doesn't cry when I punch him any more either. Still laughs like that stupid rabbit from Bambi though. But yeah, he's had some issues with looks. I mean we all did. He also has to always hear it from his mom about how his brothers went to college and made something of their lives. But Thumper? Nah, fuck it. He's not going to be anything. And his moms knows it. That bitch has made him a mama's boy. Which is a good thing for the both of them I guess. She needs him more than he needs her. You think his bros ever looked back or email their mom? Fuck no.
So he acts all tough and mean,, which he can be, but really? He's such a softie when it comes to the ladies. And he's guillible and gets taken advantage of by the more manipulative bitches out there. Guys and girls. Yeah, guys are bitches too. Just cut off their saggy bits and see that I'm right. Hahahaha... ahem. Alright, so he likes action movies without good plots or without anything resembling good acting, and he thinks he's all pro at video games, and he thinks he can skate too. Hell, I can't skate to save my life, but it's safe to say that at least I don't need training wheels when I ride a skateboard unlike some big, horny, Latino-but-white-inside bitch. But he is rather athletic. In all honesty, I think he could have gotten a football scholarship, but his grades suck so fuckin' bad. And as ego-testicle as he is, I think something in him holds him back. I think in some kind of freaky way, he doesn't try hard in academics, because he knows that excelling at school would get him to be like his brothers. And like his brothers, be away from his moms.
Okay. Fine. I do love him though. He's so my boy and he so has my back like I so gots his. I mean, he always tries to find ways to get me hot for him or some shit, but even if I was into guys... well. He's like the brother I never had. But I always wanted. I know how to push his buttons into getting him do things for me. And he listens to me without question when I get all serious military bitchmode, but he knows I only have the best intentions for him... but...
I swear, he's been looking at Bonnie differently now that she has 'matured.' And if he ever tries anything creepy at all with my kid sis... fuckin' hell. I will kill him. No questions asked. He knows that. That's our little Ponygirl, for fuck's sake! Better keep that utensil away from her pie, Alwin Roberto Davida deNorte. Dumbass.
That right there is my boy, Ergo. Angry scowling, smoldering, weasel. I mean weasel in a good way though. He thinks before he speaks and acts. And he is rather quick to speak and act, so yeah, goes to show the speed at which his mind works. He's so fuckin' intelligent. But he doesn't like to show it off. But still, I mean, he figures things out and tries to explain it to us. Me, Thumper and Bonnie will just stare back at him all cross eyed. It takes Shanni to translate it to us and have it make sense. Must be something about having Latina blood that keeps us from understanding white people.
Nah, he's cool for a white boy. I mean, we do get in some scuffles because he sometimes thinks I'm wrong, when I'm not, but still, it is good to know that he argues with me because he cares. Yeah... you do, Ergo. Dumbass. He acts all manly and tough, but deep down inside, he's hurting. His dad used to beat the living shit out of him when he was younger. Sister even ran away 'cuz of it. Fucked up. Seriously. But yeah, Never-NeverLand never ceases to dish out the real life fun. But okay, so when we first met, he was a scrawny beat down thing. Always talking about things he read about in books and always trying to hang out till the last second, even skating by himself in the dark, never wanting to go home.
Then came the day of his broken jaw. That was it. It was our first real fight against an adult. We got shit kicked because we just were not ready. But the message was sent to Ergo's dad. And then the retaliation. And then the cops. And then no one pressing charges. Except against me. But that was okay. Because we trained. Me, Thumper, Ergo and Shanni. We got stronger and better. And they say revenge is a dish best served cold. Nah, revenge is a bitch that crams it down your throat, plate, utensils, napkin and all. We got him. And good.
But still, Ergo stuck it out. He still lives at home. Someone needs to protect his mom. That's my boy. He's a good guy. Like, he says he has to conscripted volunteer work in study hall, but I think he likes to help out the slower kids. Dumbasses like us. And we so gots his back. Paperdolls, bitches. I mean, his dad won't let any of us near his property. Even walks around with that shotgun. Even sends out some of his workboys to threaten us and chuck shit at us. But if he ever lays a hand on Ergo or his mom ever again, he knows we will make good on our promise and have him raised by a single mom; the grieving widow.
Okay, so yeah, Ergo is a skater. He likes the video games too like Thumper, but he still reads and goes to the library with the other skater kids. He fixes up shit because he is all mechanically inclined too. He has chicks all over him and does a decent job of keeping up with Thumper in the nailing pussy category. Which they will never say to my face. I don't like that word. Pussy. Fuck that. So insulting. Me n' all girls don't have those. We gots real woman's parts. We gots Lady 'Ginas. And if anything, they gots Mr. Clits. Hahahaha... ahem. Aww, fuck it...! 'Hello, I'm your substitute teacher. I'll be teaching you Sex Ed today and my name is Mr. Clits--' Fuck me! Hahahahahahaha... 'Yeah, you feel lucky, punk? My name is Eastwood. Mr. Clits Eastwood or if you like, just Dirty Hairy--' Hahahahah! Ohshit-ohshit 'But wait, punk. I gots married and changed it from Eastwood to Orris. Made my day. That's right, now, I'm Mr. Clits Orris...' Hahahahahah! Oh shit it hurts, it hurts to laugh--awww... I woke up Bonnie. She slept over. Still has that red dye in her hair. Oh, did that hurt? Oops. How bout the other one? Oh oops, that one hurts too... Man, I still love pinching her cheeks. So cute. Dumbass, but still cute. Anyways, yeah, back to Ergo.
I think he's bi. He's all happy when he's drunk. Becomes just like the blabbering know it all kid when we were younger, but happier and not scared to go home anymore. But Bonnie has hinted to me that she suspects it too. Just look at the way he gets all 'friendly' with the boys while drinking. It's cool though, I love that boy no matter if he is still in the closet because he does not want to disappoint Thumper. One day. One day Eric Gosling will be ready.
Shanni. Bitch! Just look at her! My girl is smokin' right? Fuck. Yeah. All natural beauty. French girl with Nigerian or some African blood in her. Me n' Thumper do the 'supplements' every now and then, but my girl will not touch the stuff. Doesn't even smoke up with us. She ingests it though. Don't blame her. Like, I can sing, but my girl's voice is golden and puts me to shame, hands down. No smoke for those lungs. Best voice money can buy.
And she can afford it. Unlike the rest of the Nevers out here in Never-Never-Land, my girl Chantal is from the Heights. Her parents own part, if not most of the creative arts academy thingy. No flooding up there, no doubt. But she still hangs with us. She's a Never regardless of money, fuck you very much. And I think as broke ass as we all are, I think we are just too proud to rely on her for cash. Like I'll pay for my debt for my 'bike; Shanni doesn't need to bear that. But what gifts she does afford us, we will gladly and thankfully take.
You see, Shanni's a deviant. She's lesbian. But she has to fake it in front of her folks. She's real here. Fuck, if she was only a year older... but nah, Bonnie apparently has a crush on her too. My baby sis is bi?! Awww... where are those cheeks?! Oops. Still hurts, huh. Oops. So yeah, Shanni comes off as a cold bitch... okay so she is, but she does know how to have fun over here. Man, sometimes it she even acts younger than she looks... and actually is.
Fuck, she is only fifteen! Smokin' hot kid... anyways... her folks are all stern and proper and like to keep their only daughter that way and protective of her. There were three 'almost-Shans' before they finally had this Shan that actually survived. But as icy as Chantal is, she is a warm girl underneath it all. Well, she is demanding and manipulative and always gets her way brat type of bitch, but she does care. She sings for us and actually, that's how we met. Bonnie got her ass kicked by some other kids and when I found out, I was so fuckin' pissed that all I could see was red. But Shan was there. Singing to Bonnie to console her. Fuck, I wish she was there to sing to me when I was getting picked on when I was Bonnie's age back then. But I will always remember that day. The red faded when I stared into those blue eyes... And that voice! American Icons! Sign my bitch up. Please!
And Bonnie has been hinting to me that Shanni is into me. Like I mean, we hug and kiss, but nothing meaningful. Just friendly loving kisses between friends. But I don't know. Things have been different lately. She's not as affectionate. And I have seen some of her things. One time her agenda was open on her phone and she had this fuckin' appointment with fuckin' Teagan. I told Chantal, that that bitch was poison! So I fuckin' went to go check out her texts, but then she walked in on me. She was pissed yeah... but I don't know. Something else hiding under that. Some kind of pleased smirk. Bitch. As if. I am so, SO not fuckin' jealous. I just don't like Teagan. She is on the list and Shanni knows it.
Anyways, Shanni still loves MX motorbikes and surfing and skating. She's pretty good at it and Ergo is an awesome teacher after all. Shanni says that when I have time off from Indy Club, she is gonna' take us all down the coast and do some surfing in Oregon. Apparently that's where they were before and have some beach front property there. Holy. Shit. Crossing my fingers that it all plays out and we get to go. Like I said. Too proud to take her money, but gifts like this? Oh fuck YEAH! Chantal Lareigne, so loves you.
Bonnie is my kid sister from next door. There is so much to say about her. But you should just meet her instead. I can only hope she gets as much love as she can. We used to call her 'Bonie' when she was littler. Scrawny little shit. Then it evolved to 'Pony' when she always had her ponytails tied to her head. I still put my hair in pony tails every so often for my Ponygirl. That little shit always tries to get me to dye my ends like hers. Not my style, but we'll see. In those pics, Thumper and Ergo had already cut their hair, so their dye jobs are gone. Shan would have done it, but yeah... parents. But still. We all love her to death. Which may be any day, actually. I don't know. No one does. Awww... fuck me, no. I'm crying again.
Fuckin' hell, Please don't take away her drawings. And Please. Please don't take her from me.
Don't you fuckin' dare.
The day you read this Maria Bonita Allondra Raphaela deLaMarquez, from wherever you are, I hope you remember that everyone I wrote about in here loved you. I love you. I will always love you. 'Elle so fuckin' loves you. Boom, baby. Boom. Goodbye, Bonnie.
Paperdolls, my sister.
I've already read this. From right here! Love ya' too, Rachelle. See ya' in the morning! Dumbass! Ire-'Gina! Or should I say your real first name, I--
Hannah Boulay. Green eyes, skinny,dyed jet black hair, and tall. Taller than me! Oh, Boo! So my girl! Yeah... This girl is another one of those good girls that just gets mixed up in the wrong crowds but can adapt and change with it. But this particular good girl is mixed up by blood. Boo is the daughter of Andre and Kimberly Boulay, a biker couple that is way past their prime and now just withering away on drugs, alcohol and apathy. But somehow they raised a polite and considerate girl... all things considered.
Her uncles are still mean, tough, bitch-slapping motherfuckers that still ride with the local biker Chapter: The Demon Screams. Yeah, our girl still works for her uncles as a dealer and watchdog. Thing about Hannah is that she has a rather green thumb and is going into bio-chemistry so no fuckin' way they are going to let her go. She's smart, efficient and quiet. Some people think she's shy, but not me. I know her. She's just always thinking. Like I said: considerate. Shrewd and business like when it comes down to it... But at the core, she's a good girl. She loves her family. Luckily for us, even though she lives in Liberty, she considers us family too.
Lucky for me or else I would be utterly owned by those hog-riding bastards. I owe them several grand for my bike, Victory. And rather than me doing 'other deeds' for them, I just have to work it off by doing petty crimes and enforcing/collections for them. I know it ain't right that my boys and even Shanni gets involved, but they gots my back and no way they would let me go alone in this. That's why I so cannot let them down. That's why I love them more than anything. They so gots my back. And all things considered, that's why Boo is my girl. Family. She won't let her uncles touch me as long as I keep doing enforcing shit for them. And Boo won't let anything happen to Bonnie either. I know Boo is rather uncofortable with me and Shanni being queer bitches, white girl may be possibly even homophobic, but our little Ponygirl says she's bisexual to Boo so that eases the blow somewhat, I guess.
They're really close friends too. Even hang out when Hannah's uncles come on down and pick us up in the black van. They give us the low down while Bonita and Boo just chat it up in the front seat like a pair of school girls, without a care in the world. It's not as if they are oblivious to the fact that we are in the back talking shit about hurting people, but still, sometimes you clue into their convos about piercing their bellybuttons or latest pop stars. We Nevers just smile and Uncle Davey 'Skinner' Boulay and Uncle Mark 'Brutus' Boulay just shake their heads before continuing. It's so funny. Not really, but it is.
Sometimes Boo can be a bit stubborn and all: 'nothing against y'all, just business, Neverlanders' but one way I know how to get to her is to give her flowers or exotic plants. She abso-fuckin'-lutely loves that shit. And chat her up about bio-chem, she gets all giggly. Creeeeepy. But yeah, that's Ergo's territory. I think he holds a bit of a grudge against Hannah too because of her connection to bikers... Goslings and Boulays have had a bit of a... 'history' together afterall, but still he knows she's a good girl so yeah, they're still cool. Thumper however? Somehow he always seems to misplace his shirt whenever Boo arrives. That pervie shit is getting old. But whatever, Boo seems to like the attention from an 'exotic non-white' so yeah, it's all good in the end.
Yeah, Boo's our dealer, but she's smart. She is not her own best customer. Oh and when she was here last, she got Bonnie a fancy pencil case that she got the Nevers to draw horses, hearts and all that sappy shit all over. Thought my kid sis was too big for that kind of shit now. Boo knew our little Ponygirl would love it. Like I said: smart and considerate. Love ya', girl.
Tanya Leigh fuckin' Everett. Yeah, that's my moms. Still young and not as strung out looking in that pic. I mean, she's still young... she had me when she was eighteen for fuck's sake. But you would never know she is still mid-thirties by looking at her now. Her hair is much thinner than that. Her face is all scraggly and a bit sunken and pocky. She's gots shit tonnes of tracks going up and down her arms. Even has some on her legs. Fuckn' junkies. Needles and smack. Fuckin' hell. She always says: 'Come gives us some loves.' And I do. With the money I make as a janitor, I help pay the bills and buy her her 'love candy.' There ya' go mommy. Come get your loves.
So yeah, she's white with a bit of Mexican or Pueto Rican or some shit from her dad's side. Never met gramps but I'll take her word for it that I don't want to know anything about him. Probably same shit he did to moms as my dad did to me and moms. Fuckin' hell, no wonder she was attracted to that fuckin' douche. Asshole. But yeah, anyways, I know she's a junkie whore that turns tricks everyso often to earn some dough, but I don't think I have it as bad as other people. Yeah, we scream at each other, but she never hit me and she always tells me that she loves me, even when she's high. Like I worry sometimes. She sometimes bitches about killing herself, and so I can't help but watch out for her and make sure she doesn't OD. Bonnie watches out for her two. That kid calls my mom, Tanya: Mommy Two.
When she was still really little, she caught my mom shooting up. She asked what my moms was doing. I said: 'Oh, that's mommy's dose.' She crosses her big dumb eyes and says: 'Si! Oh, si, 'Elle! That is my Mommy Two then! My Mommy One is always working...' I didn't get it for a while until Bonnie's mom, Rowena told me that dos means two in English. Mommy's dose. Mommy dos. Mommy Two. Fuckin' Bonnie. Love that dumbass, no doubt.
So yeah, we are the same height and shoe size so that bitch does get into my clothes and shoes. Like I don't mind, because... well, because we don't gots lots of money. So we share. Okay, so one time, she was wearing my best top, it was like thirty-five bucks from the Save Mart place and she passed out with it on... and she had puked all over it. I was so pissed!!! But yeah, so anyways, I fill up the tub with cold water, go pick her up, and toss her in. She's totally shrieking and flailing around like a fish. Suddenly she stops and looks at me with a sparkle in her eye, a little wry smile on her face. A bit of anger. But mostly humour.
'Oops. I think I wet myself, babygirl...' she says.
Holy shit, we laughed our asses off. Man! I ain't heard my mom pull a wisecrack like that in forever! Sober to boot! Hahahahahah... ahem.
But yeah, it's been a while since she's been on a sober streak. Was always happy when she was sober with me. Cooked for me... cooked m-me breakfast too... just... j-just like a real mom w-would... nah, shit. So done talking about her. Just meet her now. You'll see what she's like... Fuckin' hell, moms...
This was Anna's dog, Brewski's. But for short, we call this little shit Brews. So cute. All sopping wet when we found her. Still such a fuckin' sweetie. Loves Bonnie too. Don't know how we are gonna' afford to feed this little fuzzy shit, but we'll make do. Anna and Marty called Brews 'their little girl.' They always joked about the puppy's name. Said she was conceived over one too many 'brewski's' Hahahah... ahem. Hey... know what, Brews...? I... I had a chance to save Anna and Marty. Their hands... they slipped... out of mine. I mean, I tried... fuck me, I tried-- oh Bullshit! Lying bitch!!! Who am I kidding! I fuckin' let them go or they were going to pull me into the fucking rushing waters with them, okay? I had to let them go, OKAY?! I just couldn't fuckin' pull them in... Just couldn't... I just wasn't strong enough! FUCK!!! Oh, god, I let them go... I fuckin' l-let them g-go... too weak... just not strong enough... oh Brews... I'm soooooooo sorry... I just wasn't strong enough...
Dammit, girl... We are gonna' raise you something fine though, okay? Don't you worry... me n' Bonnie are gonna' take good care of 'their little girl.' Swears it. Come hell or fuckin' hell, oh Anna... Marty... I fuckin' swears it.
Go on and take a look at Fie's other RPs. All good, my dear. Holy shit, Fie sees that you have learned a bunch of ways to make this RP a whole lot smoother to get things going too. Love it. Shall have a CS up later.
Last edited by inDefiance; 07-05-2013 at 02:42 AM.
Hello! So I've decided to reuse one of my favorite characters that I never got to use because both times I tried to include her the RP never got beyond the first page of the IC. So I hope I'm not jinxing anything but using her. Feel free to check out some of my RPs, LoveJoy, though be warned that I've had bad luck recently with group RPs (dying and stagnation, I'm sure you're familiar with that plague). Let me know if there's anything you need/want to see from me!
Long skirts, long hair, and second hand “hippie” wear. Her clothing is normally old and kind of ratty, but she tries not to let it bother her, and ignores the many insults she gets on the subject. She doesn’t often wear make-up because it is an expense she cannot afford, but she tries to take good care of her hair, her real point of pride in her appearance. It’s long and a rich brown color, and she tends to wear it down unless she’s painting, then she pulls it back in a ponytail because really, who wants paint in their hair?
Height: Five foot, Eight Inches
Hair: Rich brown, straight and long
Eyes: Dark Brown
Build: Tall and skinny, no curves.
She’s a goofy and spacey girl, her mind working in strange ways as she makes connections that others might not follow. Her mind is creative, and she loves to interact with others that are as creative as she is. Because of her unusual way of viewing the world, she will often stop to explain her thought processes and the strange way her mind gets from Point A to Point B. She’s generally cheery and rather inquisitive, and will approach dangerous situations with a child-like wonder that will often put her in harm’s way.
She is very loyal to her friends, to the point where she would deny evidence if contradicted her beliefs about them, defending them against all charges. She considers everyone who’s nice to her to be a friend, regardless of what they think about her. That said, those who are truly close to her (her best friends) can trust her with anything, and she expects the same faith in return.
Her charm is in her innocence, and she tends to see the world and the people in it in the best possible light, always giving others the benefit of the doubt. Some might call her naïve, but she prefers to see herself as optimistic. Her bubbly nature can be disarming, and she is a very tactile woman, quick to give hugs and hold hands, though it is meant is a completely platonic way.
Art, Friendly People, Hugs and Holding Hands
Ria was born to a poor family, but her parent’s knew that she was gifted and they wanted to give her a better start than either of them ever received. So they scraped and they save to the point where they barely had any free funds in order to fund a better education, both of them working two jobs, so Ria had to learn to entertain herself without much help. She never had a gaming system, or a computer that could run anything beyond the basics (she only has a cheap netbook), but she does not mind it much. Since she could not have much as far as toys and books, she started saving up scraps of paper and old pens and pencils, using them to draw in her free times. Years of practice have honed her skills so that she is rather talented.
Her grades are average at worst (she has never cared much for math and the sciences, finding the overly logical subjects to be tedious) but has done well in the more artistic fields. She does struggle to maintain her grades as best as possible, knowing what her parents have sacrificed to give her these opportunities makes her want to do well, even if her teachers find her methods to be somewhat unorthodox, but they tend to acknowledge her good work ethic if nothing else. Her home life is simple, her only real company is a pet cat (Middy, short for Midnight) that she adopted when she found the stray kitten in the streets years earlier.
She joined the Indy Club because she needed some extra credit for History, though she has found it to be more interesting than she expected. She had taken a shine to the history of art, something that she realized that she never studied as much as she really should have.
Patrick – He is a warm and loving father, a great down-to-earth guy who is considered to be one of the nicer men in town. He is always willing to help out his neighbors with anything, and loves to share a beer with the fellows when he has the time. As a man who has lived a mostly successful life without ever needing education, he tends to value people with practical skills, and never stresses over Ria’s grade. He wholeheartedly supports her art, thinking that she is the most talented young lady in the whole state, if not the country!
Dianna – Many people think Dianna to be cold, and wonder what Pat saw in her. But that’s not true, she’s perfectly kind and compassionate, it’s just that she works so hard that she if often too tired to socialize when she is off-duty. Many who have had her as a nurse applaud her bedside manner, but wonder if it is an act. It’s not. As much as she loved her job and her family, part of her cannot help but fantasize about what life would have been if she had gotten out of Mirrormount, and how it could have been better. This is what drove her to create the fund for Ria, what causes her to be more concerned with her daughter’s grades than Pat is, and what causes her to secretly worry about Ria’s carefree attitude and artistic inclinations.
The Delaneys are a perfect normal and average couple, having lived their whole lives in Mirrormount (except for a brief time when Dianna went to a state college in Washington). Upon her return with a nursing degree and a job at the local hospital they reconnected and were married barely a year later. He was a mechanic, working at the town’s local car shop, and their lives were fairly good until the birth of their one and only daughter. Unfortunately, Ria’s birth was not easy, and Dianna suffered grave complications that prevented her from ever conceiving again. The medical bills also put a rather large dent in their savings.
With a young daughter now in their care, the Delaneys made a choice at that time to save all the money they could and put it into a college fund so that Ria would have the opportunity to receive a great education, if that is what she choose. If she did not what to go to college, as Patrick choose not to, then she would have a good sum of money to help her start her life. They loved their daughter and made sure that she had a comfortable, if not glamorous, childhood, though Dianna worked a complex schedule and Patrick was more often the one home to care for her. Ria also spent a lot of time at the shop where Patrick worked, sketching pictures for all the mechanics that they loved to hang on their walls.
The destruction that Abigail caused, though, have left them in a rough spot. Their home was mostly destroyed, and they do not have the funds to restore it on their own. Unless…they tap the funds that they have saved for Ria, an option that makes them sick but might be the only choice.
APPEARANCE: Derek is the textbook definition of an ordinary looking teenager. He is about 5' 8", is somewhat underweight (about 135) and not exceptionally muscular but LOVES to go jogging. Brownish hair that is just above the collar, his eye color (brown) is accentuated because he wears glasses.
PERSONALITY: Derek is a very intelligent young man who loves being in the background and will do about anything to avoid drawing attention to himself. He isn't shy at all but Derek just wants to avoid the lime light. Mainly because his family is always in the limelight. Derek loves intellectual pursuits such as reading, research projects, history, and running. Derek especially enjoys running because he can be alone, he decides how far he goes, and what music he listens to as he runs. He is into sci-fi movies, mystery novels, and the music of Bruce Springsteen. Derek is part of the cross country team because he sees a track scholarship as his way out of Mirrormont. Derek is part of the Indy Club because most colleges look favorably on applicants who are involved in clubs and this one caters to Derek's intellectual nature. Not to mention that there is a young lady he likes (a LOT) who is a part of the club as well. He has a small circle of friends who are mainly social outcasts, and even his own family thinks there's something odd with Derek. Derek is not into going out and partying like his brother, he doesn't talk politics, and hates that his family is so well known in Mirrormont.
Derek was born in Mirrormont and longs to leave the first chance he gets. Though Mirrormont is a small town his family is very well known. Derek's Dad is a lawyer, Mom is the principal at the elementary school, and his older brother Bill is the QB of the football team and the big man on campus. Most kids in his high-school would love to pick on Derek, because they view him as an easy target. However after they pick on Derek once something bad usually happens to them. (Though his brother doesn't openly acknowledge their family connection Bill is VERY protective of his brother. In someways Bill respects Derek more than any other person he knows, because Derek is not afraid to live life on his terms or worry what anyone else thinks of him.)
"Born To Run." Derek has a dream of escaping the town he is in with the girl he loves, and wants to walk in the sun.
(If you want to browse the RPS I'm in and my posts...go ahead.)
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Teagan's appearance is another indication that she will let nothing stand between her and perfection. Her rather stout figure has meant she's always had to work that much harder to maintain her position as a prima, and outside of the studio, she rarely dresses for her figure, often arriving at school in wrinkled sweatpants and t-shirts. At roughly 5'3" and 130 lbs, she certainly isn't the type to garner extra attention. She has a mass of curly brown hair to go with dark brown eyes and too many freckles to count. Aside from a leotard, tights, and legwarmers, she's most often found in...whatever she was wearing the night before.
To say that Teagan is cold, dismissive, or withdrawn would be to imply that she puts effort forth into the way she is received by people. This is not true. Teagan simply does not interact with other people. She is neither callous nor kind, arrogant nor humble, inviting nor crass. She neither likes nor dislikes people, and has no friends, not because she is unfriendly, but because, in her mind, she has no time for them. Friends demand things of her, likes smiles and dates, and that energy could be better used in learning a new sonata, or putting in an extra hour at the dance studio.
Teagan's primary drive is utter perfection. She gets As in all her classes, not because she is smart, but because she works hard. She often appears physically exhausted and unkempt, a likely byproduct of long nights perfecting scholarship essays and founding math leagues. She wants nothing more than to seem completely on top of her shit at all times, not only to her schoolmates and Mirrormont residents, but to any colleges who might be looking out, waiting for a chance to whisk her away from the other life she tries so hard to ignore.
For Teagan Marks, life started at age four. Prior to that, at least as far as she knows, she was the product of a happy, if slightly dysfunctional family. Something happened when she turned four that changed all that. What memories she has of this incident, or series of incidents, she shares with no one. Suffice it to say they have affected her strongly.
At around the same time, her mother, a former Los Angeles stripper and heroin addict, returned to California, and is now rumored to be well off the wagon and living with one Hollywood producer or another. Naturally, her father, a successful lawyer in his own right, and the reason his wife was ever on the wagon in the first place, took this hard. Bereft of his wife's neglect and forced to deal with a grieving and confused four-year-old on his own, he became reclusive. And then he became the town drunk. His grasp on work became more and more tenuous until finally, when Teagan was in ninth grade, he lost out on work altogether. While Teagan began working then (teaching at the dance studio in the next town over), her father found himself more time to drink away welfare checks at the bar.
For a while, people in the small town of Mirrormont pitied Teagan.
Then she started talking, and all of that went down the drain. She's made it very clear she isn't to be pitied or befriended, or anything else that could ruin her appearance of effortless perfection. She's never been very pretty, or very smart, but she's always been very stubborn, very determined, and very hard working. Enough to be good at just about everything she does. The stuff she's not good at, well, she saves that for where no one can see, or else she lies and bullies and tortures herself until she is good. She has no plans to be Mirromont's prodigy child, or the one that got away. She has no plans to be attached to Mirrormont at all. When she leaves--and she will leave--it will be for good.
And you play 'til it's perfect,
You play 'til you ache...
And everything else goes away.
The paradigm of your typical over-achiever, Teagan does just about everything she can to spend as little time at home--or around people--as possible. She plans, or rather, had planned, to graduate early and escape to Oxford, or Cambridge. A very, very expensive school, very, very far away.
From the Super Secret Files of Teagan Marks, esq.
That's how Dad used to sign all his stuff. Back when sitting on his knee and using that auto-sig stamp was still viable. Campy shit, I know.
So, ever since they cancelled the Egypt trip, I've been thinking a lot about the other kids in the club. Like...now what? Lord knows if I don't get it out on paper it'll seize up and choke me, at best. So. Thoughts, for better or worse.
Vivian first. Of course Vivian first. Why not? That's where she puts herself. Even her name is arrogant. Hey, I can't hate her for knowing what she wants. People say she's annoying, but I don't see it. Long as she stays out of my way, I'll stay out of hers. Not like she's any threat to valedictorian. Though I guess it'd be funny to watch her come in second (or last, or whatever) to a 17-year-old who's supposed to be a junior, anyway. Money can't buy everything.
It can, however, buy really good pot, apparently. I don't know much about that new-new kid. Quinn, or Quip, or Quid, or something. He tries a little too hard to be laid back, I think. In my experience, that means he's not laid back at all. His grades prove it. He might be trouble. I'll have to keep an eye out.
Him and uh...that girl, the butch one...Ire? Clever. Very clever. Not sure what her real name is, and honestly, I'm a little afraid to ask. I like her. She keeps shit simple. She's a grade-a bitch, sure, but I've heard that one, too. I can trust her to stick to what she likes. No mysteries there, not like fucking Derek. She can keep pushing steroids long as she wants. Makes her easier to spot from a distance.
Eli, though. He could use a damn cannon rammed up his bunghole. At least it'd give him a spine. What's his problem? It's like he's afraid of the fucking wind. Seriously, all I ever see that kid do is cower. From what? If you want something, take it. Work for it. Don't bitch about nothing. What do you think this is, the 60s? No. This is high school. This is the real world. No one is going to help you. Quit your bitching, and stand up for yourself.
And Ria. Honestly, I...kind of envy her. I mean, as much as I can, anyway. Not like I follow after her collecting bits of her hair, or whatever. I just...sometimes I wonder what it's like to be so...laid back. How could she not care what happens to her? How could she not want to get out of this place? Sometimes, I think she must be stupid or something. That's the only reason I can imagine anyone walking around grinning like that all the time. Just...willing to let their futures sort themselves out. It's crazy. Or it's brilliant. Definitely one of those things. I think.
...fuck. Fuck. I wasn't even gonna write about the new kid, Qil. I don't like him. We'd all be better off if he went back to...wherever the fuck he was before. I wish I could pretend I hated him for a good reason. But really, it's only because he reminds me of Gabe. Fuck. Fuck.
So. There it is. Not like I'd ever say any of this to any of them. I don't really care what they'd think. I just can't be fucked to go start a conversation. I have more important shit to do, thank you very much.
The current town drunk was once a very successful attorney. In fact, those who knew him might say his skill at law was surpassed only by his love for his family. He "rescued" his wife from a life on the stage and moved her up to Mirrormont just before Teagan was born. After she left, however, Henry fell into a deep depression and hit the bottle -- hard. What started as a drink or two after work quickly became a drink or two during lunch, and half a bottle of whiskey before bed. He withdrew from his friends and remaining family and became a cruel and bitter man. When Teagan was in ninth grade, Henry finally lost his job, and has been living on welfare. He spends most of it on booze and can be found at any time of day at the local pub.
Vivian Jackson-Marks (pictured with a young Teagan)
The stripper formerly known at Angel DeBeau. She was twenty-six when handsome and successful partner Henry Marks found her strung out in a Denny's booth alone at 4AM. Perhaps intrigued by her diamond-in-the-rough beauty, or by something else -- she never knew -- he woke and fed her and took her home. She offered sex, but he refused, instead letting her sleep in his bed. A night became a week became a month became love. With a determination she would pass on to her daughter, and over the course of several years (and one new baby), Angel became Vivian again and moved far from the tug of the city and drug life to be with her new husband in Northwest America. She was going to school to become a teacher, a lifelong dream, when she found out she was pregnant with Teagan. She glowed as only a mother could, and loved her daughter with every fiber of her being. Very few know why she abandoned her family when her daughter was just four years old. Whatever the occurrence, it rocked Vivian such that she reverted to her old lifestyle, and is now believed to be living in Los Angeles, CA where she grew up. Her sobriety is well in question.
Very little is known about Gabe or his relation to the Marks'. His current whereabouts are unknown. The Marks' do not talk about him.
Erik & Melanie Danner
Erik worked with Henry Marks as a partner for a time when the other man first came to Mirrormont. He'll tell anyone who listens the drunk slob hanging over the bar is -- was -- his mentor and the best lawyer on the west coast. Melanie, his wife, is a little skeptical, but spent enough nights babysitting Henry's offspring to know there is, at least, a little good in the family. With Henry the way he is, Erik and Melanie have tried (to little avail) to become surrogate parents of Teagan. She appreciates the effort, but hates the attention. She does, however, have an undeniable spot for their children Corrie and Jackson, who may remind her of another pair of siblings.
Corrie & Jack Danner
The four-year-old twins of Erik and Melanie Danner. Teagan has known them almost since birth and is strangely overprotective of them. They are sweet children, obedient and intelligent. Both were featured in the Mirrormont newspaper last year when Jack became lost in the woods and Corrie was able to find him while search teams could not.
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