Raquel Danielle Goldstein.

Raquel usually goes by Rocky or Dani but only by people that know her very well.

December 25.

21.

Capricorn.

Female.

Sapiosexual. She values intelligence and personality within someone rather than their gender though she leans more towards men than women.

Rich.

Trust Fund.

Theater.

Journalism.

Recording Artist.

Raquel is very attractive, whether people like to admit it or not. She stands about five foot seven and weighs one-hundred and fifteen pounds. Raquel has long locks of raven colored hair that goes well past the middle of her back. She has muddy brown colored eyes that are well rounded but have a sadness to them.

Raquel only wears something that is comfortable, whether it's a blouse or a skirt with flats or heels. She has an assorted amount of outfits within her closet that it is somewhat pathetic.

Raquel is the personification of The Queen Bee throughout Hollywood University. She's been attending Hollywood University since she was a Freshmen but now that she is a Senior, she proclaimed herself to be the Queen Bee. She is a bitch towards most people especially if she feels that they are not worth her time or even if they are. Raquel is very straightforward and blunt and tends to hurt others feelings just to make herself look good. She is very opinionated on just about every little thing that happens. Overall, she doesn't have a nice bone within her body unless you're with her in the music business and that's about it.

Since her father is a Country artist, he brings home about $200,000 and her mother is a Broadway actress, bringing home about $380,000 a year. Plus, with her being an up and coming recording artist, she brings home $145,000. So, $725,000 a year.

Upper Middle Class.

Avid Spender. Whatever Raquel wants, she gets.

New York City, New York.

At least a paragraph or more. Also include their family and relationship with family.

Choir. Band. American History.

Kina Listig

NA

13 October

18

Libra

Male

Demisexual

Poor

Scholarship

Cinematography and Film

Photography

NA. He wants to take on a side-job, but his parents want him to focus on his studies. He might go ahead and get himself employed anyway, but he would have to find a place with flexible hours for him to research and hit the books still.

Standing at 179cm (5’10”) and weighing 65kg (143lbs), Kina has brown curls that are almost always ruffled and messy. He is not very tanned but he is several shades darker than deathly pale from standing outdoors in open fields trying to shoot videos under the right lighting or from staying under the sun longer than necessary coaxing a squirrel or some other small woodland creature onto his viewfinder. His eyes are a molten brown and his pupils are large giving him a perpetually wide-eyed look. Tall and lanky, he is thin and looks to be on the scrawny side, with lean muscles rather than a bulky build. He bruises easily.

Jeans, slacks and trousers all work for Kina, as do T-shirts and button-up plaid tees. He enjoys casual clothing, and tends to buy whatever he feels comfortable in and isn’t pricey. His closet selection leans toward the darker colour spectrum, and he doesn’t own many bright threads. As someone who likes to hide behind the camera, and has spent events flitting from wall to wall to snap photos, Kina favours unassuming clothes that allow him to blend into the background, all the better to take shots of unobserving people. Because of his lanky build many of his clothes are baggy and missized.

Cameras
Editing videos and shooting them
Reading
Writing (short stories and storyboards)
Tea
Autumn
Alternative rock
His laptop
Loyalty
Authenticity

Conflict and tension
Not being given a chance to prove his mettle
Being trodden on
Being given overt attention
Intensive social interaction

Ruffles his already unruly hair when frustrated
Has a slow smile – like a flag unfurling in the wind – when he’s been pleasantly surprised
Puts his thumb against his bottom lip when thinking

Taking walks to cafes and living off their Wi-Fi
Locking himself in his room to complete projects
Day-dreaming up video ideas that almost never see the light of day
Holing up somewhere with a hot beverage and reading novels
Watching movies

That he will not make anything out of his life
That he will regret his decisions
That he will be unable to provide for his parents when he enters the real world and they retire from it
That he will truly fade into the background one day and no one will notice

Intensely private and reserved, Kina will not share his life story within the first hour of meeting, or indeed the first year. While he doesn’t actively seek out sociability all the time, he can swallow his introversion to take the first step in meeting someone. But after a long day, he tends to retreat to his room and shan’t emerge until he has been submerged in his own silence long enough to face noise again. If not given the chance to do so, he will withdraw into himself, and won’t say a word unless someone actively tries to rope him back in. Carrying a camera around means he can withdraw whenever he wants and still be considered within the realm of socially acceptable. Highly attached to his gadgets and devices of technology, Kina’s primary purpose in capturing fast moments is in documenting the entire story behind it, which he finds notoriously tricky but impossibly rewarding to get right. He lives on the spot when he’s squinting into his viewfinder, but he plans ahead and gets immensely worried about the future when staring at anything else. He does everything with effort and his best, and burns out easily.

Kina might not seem like he’s got much of a fire burning in him. While he might take jeers and hackling quietly (it’s happened before) it shortens his fuse, and it isn’t of infinite length either. Neither is he afraid to be snippy to get people out of his frame.

His parents give him what they can spare as an allowance, so every month he might receive around $100 as supplement in the post.

Low-Middle class

His living expenses are largely paid for by the scholarship. He is frugal with his money and saves what he can. His clothes might seem faded from too many rounds in the wash, but he can’t bear to throw out shirts and jeans which are still good to wear.

Kina can do without a car. He either walks or takes the bus.

College Dorms

A small town in England

Growing up, Kina was always quiet. He said few words, and even when he did he spoke them with consideration and care. He had a few close friends, and while he loved their company and blossomed next to the right people, he was acutely conscious that everything was temporary and nothing could be taken for granted. Graduations never hit him hard, because even when he was having the time of his life in primary and then secondary school when the moments came, it was never lost on him that the era would not last forever.

He discovered a love for photography and filmography when he was given a video project to do and he scored the top in his class for – as the teacher put it – making the audience feel what he wanted. Looking back Kina now realises she most probably meant he was the only one in the class who could keep a straight face throughout the video, but back when he was ten it seemed the camcorder fit nowhere better than his own hand.

His parents have always been supportive, and loving. His older brothers were more rambunctious than he, and used to rough-house with him constantly. Until one of them realised Kina didn’t enjoy it and wouldn’t be a good sport, and the oldest Colin grew out of it. Still, Kina’s childhood was full of forceful tackles and elbows against the shoulders. He didn’t think of it anything less than affectionate shoving. The Listigs lived in a small dingy neighbourhood with less than spotless repute, and a public school with a suspension list on daily shuffle. Colin and Jacob – the middle child – preceded Kina there, and by the time he himself enrolled in the school he knew all there was to know about the stairways where it was safe to bum a few fags, the corners where girls in their altered uniforms could be found for a quick good time, and the fourth-floor toilets where those who had gotten stoned had a three in five chance of not being discovered by the principal. The first day Kina stepped in the school, his feet were quaking.

Needless to say, the environment in the school was terrifying, where a good track record was impossible because conclusions were often prematurely made to spare the administration from delinquents lying through their teeth. Kina, with his quiet mouth and too-big pupils and slim frame, was easy prey. He was jostled his fair share of times, kicked around another few. The first month his brothers would come running to put an end to it. And then they stopped. Colin – who by age sixteen already had tattoos snaking up his left arm, and a protective ring of burly brothers he had chosen and shared no blood with – told Kina that he would have to learn to put his own fists up, that it would toughen him up, that it was a rite of passage.

Kina could never blame him or Jacob for not coming to his rescue, because two years later Kina punched someone for the first time and Colin beamed at his split knuckles, told him he was proud of Kina, promised with a conspiratorial wink they would go out for a drink out of their parents’ earshot, and left for a party and never came home. He swerved off the road, he would remember the police officer murmuring quietly. The car fell twenty feet. He was rushed to the hospital, but paramedics pronounced him dead upon arrival. And then: They found a bottle of whiskey in the backseat, and a packet with residue confirmed to be drugs, as if it could not hurt any more, as if their father’s face couldn’t be any more ashen, as if their mother couldn’t sob any harder.

When Kina was fifteen, his family moved. His father said the branch in Dublin paid better. Kina thought everyone was running away from the quiet house and the second bedroom shared by two sons instead of three. But he didn’t say a word, and learnt to settle into a new school, where the toilets were graffiti-clean; students wore crisp uniforms and buttoned-up shirts; and Jacob began the steady climb to bring his grades from Ds to Bs, and came sprinting once more to protect his little brother from those who dared to pick on him.

The year Jacob began to work at the local car-repair shop, Kina sent in applications for scholarships. His parents pushed him for medicine, law, and engineering. He spent twice as long filling in those forms as he should have, because even though he could not imagine himself in a dry gray business office, he saw his parents’ own hopes and dreams of their third son in a suit, with a house twice as big as their cramped apartment, and a life that would never be as difficult as theirs had been. And he could not bare to dash those wishes so early. On an impulse, he plucked out the brochure from the career-guidance counsellor’s office for the Hollywood University too, deciding he would spend his summer making the best video he possibly could, and justify the time and resources with a whimsical university application. He mailed many envelopes in a week, but only received one reply back. Remarkably the short film he had sent in with it had been enough to impress the school, but it did not seem he was destined for law and doctoring. While his parents frowned at the prospects of a photographer, they let him go, because it was an education nonetheless even if they did not think he would find a valid occupation. Two suitcases, and one airplane ride later, and Kina found himself in Hollywood.

My favourite class? English, I think. And Kina’s too, because that gave him creativity and a platform for creative expression.

Brynja. Erika. Hlinson.

Bryn

June 17th

20

Gemini

Female

Pan

Rich

Trust Fund

Pre-Law

Psychology

She works part time as an EMT-Basic

Bryn stands at an average 5'7, with natural blonde hair and blue/grey eyes. She weighs 140 pounds, and is fit. She has double piercings on both ears and a nose piercing that she rarely has in. She's pale, but not morosely so, and has two tattoos. The first one is a turtle on lower back, just above her pelvis, and the second one is a Yggdrasil(the tree of connecting the nine realms) on her upper shoulder.

Bryn has an army jacket that she just loves, and often will pair it with combat boots during the winter, as well as scarfs and other jewelry. On occasion, she'll be wearing a dress or during finals she really doesn't care and will wear whatever she can find, usually a hoodie and sweatpants. When she dresses up however, she has a couple high fashion corsets she likes, with her combat boots and jeans.

Snow
Fire
Cuddling
Her family
Food from Scandinavia

Lutefisk/Lefsa
Norway
The heat
Standoffish people
People who make fun of her accent
People who assume she's Swedish and then assume she's an easy lay

Tapping on stuff when she's bored or impatient
Humming under her breath
Running her fingers over her injection scars when she's nervous or overwhelmed.

She runs a YouTube channel that's her doing covers of songs
Studying
Running

That she will relapse
That she won't make it as a lawyer

Bryn has a very addictive personality, whether it be food or drugs if she likes it, it's hard for her to stop. When she's not under the influence, she's a very bright and bubbly girl, who likes to make friends, and dance, and sing. When she's under the influence, however, it varies from drug to drug but usually she's catty and mean. It makes her into a person she doesn't like, so she's trying to stay away.

Mostly her parents, however she does work as an EMT-B but that doesn't make a lot of money.
Her mother is a supermodel, and brings home 880,000 a year, her father is a Ambassador and brings home 200,000 a year. Bryn only brings home about 20,000 a year and is given an allowance of 5,000 a month, not including rent and food.

Upper Class

Bryn tries to budget herself so that she uses all of her money in productive ways. Half of it goes to a savings account she set up but doesn't have permissions to withdraw from, half of it goes to stuff she wants, and if she has any left over that she's tempted to use for drugs, she donates it.

Copenhagen, Denmark

Bryn grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth but she could have cared less about that, since she never got to see either her mother or her father. She was always the trouble child, the youngest of three, and until she was 15, it was small stuff. Tagging, breaking and entering, disorderly conduct, things that could be swept under the rug pretty easily. Then she was introduced to drugs and what started out as something fun turned into a hardcore addiction for heroin. When she was 17, she was sent to a rehab facility where she stayed for two years, until she got clean. She finished her first year of collage there and her family paid a lot of money for it all to be swept under the rug and for her to be transferred here. She still is barely talking to any of her family, preferring to pretend like they don't exist, just like they pretend she doesn't. She got a job as an EMT-B mostly because a lot of their calls are OD's and she knows what that's like and she wants to help. It also is something constructive and doesn't give her too much of an extra source of income, but takes up what time isn't taken up by college.

Probably History or Biology

Felix Orrell Boening

None current

September 4th

20 year of age.

Virgo

Male

Hetero

Rich

Trust Fund

Accounting

Management

Accounting Clerk

Felix's beard is a staple to his appearance. He is 6'0" and weights 175 lbs. Size 9 feet. He has a very muscular build through training and conditioning. Brown hair and brown eyes. He has a tattoo sleeve on his right arm comprised of flowers and a tattoo sleeve on his left arm comprised of hummingbirds, bluejays and cardinals. Also has two nautical star tattoos on each side off his collarbone. He has a birthmark the size of a quarter on neck just above his tattoo on the right side.

Felix can always been seen rocking blue jeans. For upper-wear he leans towards long sleeve button down shirts. He also wears high tops on his feet.

‣ Beatboxing ‣ Making sure nothing is in his beard
‣ Fixing hair ‣ Always playing/twirling/tapping his hands

‣ Fighting/Training ‣ Drawing
‣ Drawing ‣ Writing Speeches

‣ Falling Great Heights ‣ Getting in a car accident
‣ Failing ‣ Cats

Felix is a little shy when you first meet him since he finds it hard to open up to people because he hates having to tell his life story to people. He can be a pretty clumsy person. However once you get passed that he has a very charismatic personality, he likes to goof around even play a little arrogant. He has some pretty mean road rage when people drive obnoxiously slow or are driving recklessly. He is an extremely loyal friend and doesn't betray friendship since he knows how hard it is to find good people, especially in Hollywood.

Felix's personal income is $37k. His father wants to leave enough money in his company to flourish so he takes home $315k a year. Combined total = $352,000 yearly.

Upper Middle Class

Avid spender with a slight budget tendencies.

Toronto, Ontario, Canada

Felix had not always been an American citizen. It wasn't until the age of 12 when Felix and his father had left the 'Great White North' to move to California. I know quite a jump right, not given what had happened to make them leave Toronto. It wasn't always the father son duo. He did once have a mother and a sister but their faces were only but a memory. He had lost both his mother Merideth and sister Julia in the same accident.

It was a rainy day and it was his sisters birthday on the Saturday, May 12th so Merideth had taken Julia on a surprise shopping trip to Buffalo, NY since that was Julia's latest fad. Everything was normal until they were on their way back home when two trucks were having what was later revealed as a street race while it was still pouring outside. They were swerving through traffic like they did this for a living, until one hydroplaned and hit the car containing Merideth and Julia causing it to spin sideways. The second truck was trying hard to catch up to the first truck and had been doing 30km/h over the speed limit in ideal conditions. The second truck didn't have a ice-cubes chance in hell of avoiding them. Felix father Antonio was so torn over the accident that he couldn't stand to stay in the house any longer having all their memories there that Antonio had asked for a transfer to a different branch of the company given the circumstances. They had agreed and Felix and Antonio were on their way to Long Beach, California.
Antonio isn't with that company any longer but he had decided to stay in California. Since he was an architect he had decided to start his own company that he is still the current CEO of. This is where Felix gets the luxuries that he does. Felix has been hard at work to hopefully one day take over his fathers company so that he could relax a little bit since he since the accident he has been all-in with his company that he doing really well for itself. Especially given how many people want luxury houses and how many places like condo's are popping up. It really was the perfect time for his fathers company to flourish.
When Felix heard of Hollywood University he knew that it would be the perfect place to learn the advanced skills of taking over his fathers company successfully. It wasn't so far that he couldn't commute the distance and to be honest be liked to drive despite what happened. It also wasn't until after he was accepted that his father told him that he had a partnership in the project that built the school as perfect as it stands today so he got a decent cut on tuition costs.

My fav. was Physical education class :)

Juliette Emilia Abel

Jet

8 August

18

Leo

Female

Bisexual

Poor

Scholarship

Dance

Music

Jet works as a waitress in a cafe called Ghost Roasters, located just across campus. It's a popular hangout for university students, and she likes to build up her network while she's there.

She gets dance gigs every so often, though not enough to quit her part time job, and when money gets tight, she'll perform for tips where she can.

Jet is only 5'4, but she appears taller because of the poised way she carries herself—back straight, head held high, with a self-possessed grace that can intimidate the more insecure. Her passion requires her to be at peak physical condition, and she maintains her trim and lithe figure through proper diet and religious adherence to her workouts, on top of all the practicing she does. She has golden brown hair that falls to her lower back in soft waves, often messily tied up in a bun or ponytail so it's out of the way. If she weren't so horrible at it, she would style her hair differently every day, but as it is, she struggles enough with a simple ponytail. Her eyes are a soft blue, with the slightest hint of gray ringing them. They never shine as brightly as when she's lost in the music, her body instinctively moving in synch with the melody. She has a small tattoo of the infinity symbol on her left wrist—her constant reminder that nothing is impossible.

Sporty with a bit of an edge. Jet likes bright and bold colors, and is usually never in just black. It just seems so dull. Rompers and casual dresses are her favorite because they take the least amount of effort to get right—no need to worry about matching tops and bottoms!—and she pairs them off with high tops or booties. She's on the shorter side, but has long legs, and so looks best in clothing that accentuate them. At least once a day, she'll be in sportswear, either shorts or jogging pants with loose tanks and sport bras, for her daily practice. Wherever she is, a small, teal duffel bag with spare workout and regular clothes and shower supplies is somewhere in the vicinity.

Jet could care less about brands, but she doesn't just get what's cheap either. She goes to off-price retail stores and looks for the best steals.

∞ Rain and thunderstorms
∞ Music
∞ Video games
∞ Musicals she can dance along to
∞ People who are hardworking and passionate
∞ Jumping into any body of water, fully clothed or not at all, when she gets too hot

∞ Anything that disturbs her sleep
∞ Overly uptight people
∞ Being hungry
∞ Anyone who mocks others' passions
∞ Super hot days

∞ Has trouble keeping still; often bounces her feet or drums her fingers when idle
∞ Sings when doing any task
∞ Bites down on her lower lip when she feels herself grinning too widely

∞ Binge watching shows to unwind
∞ Capoeira
∞ Collecting tiny music boxes
∞ Remixing songs with killer dance beats

∞ Getting heartbroken. It's already in pieces, she's afraid of what would happen after it shatters one more time.
∞ Catching feelings and exposing her true self
∞ Tight, enclosed spaces
∞ Getting an injury that will render her incapable of dancing

Ah, the sass is strong in this one. Jet struts across campus like she hasn't a care in the world, a quip ever-present at the tip of her tongue, mischief permanently etched on her face. Cracking snarky little jokes during inappropriate moments is a skill Jet has long since mastered, and she is very much fluent in sarcasm. It's really like a second language. She is blasé about everything and takes things in stride (is that a buck naked homeless man smoking pot and talking to himself? Hope he doesn't get too cold), almost as though she is physically incapable of taking things seriously. This general jauntiness combined with some slight devil-may-care tendencies is the perfect recipe for trouble, and it's safe to say one is always brewing when she's around. If she hasn't lost her touch, her professors would associate her name with a headache before the first week is up. And just to piss them off even more, she does well in her classes.

Jet's almost got the world convinced that nothing fazes her, but sometimes, the gleam in her eyes give her away. Catch her in a rare off day and you'll know that the opposite is true; it's not that she doesn't care, it's that she cares too much. Jet keeps people within arm's reach and doesn't let herself get attached because she's been burned enough times to know to stay away from the fire. She's built walls surrounded by bigger walls surrounded by bigger ones to protect herself—she's already broken enough as it is, thank you very much.

It's only when she's dancing that everything—every pretense, every barrier, every issue deflected with snark—is stripped down, revealing the Juliette she keeps under lock and key. Passionate and genuine, afraid to hope because she'll only get disappointed. She'd rather be lonely than hurt any time.

$11/hour, plus tips (both from the cafe and her occasional street performances), so less than $20000 annually. She nearly triples her cafe paycheck when she manages to land a gig.

Upper Lower Class, the working poor.

Growing up with little money has primed and disciplined her, and Jet has learned to keep herself alive without spending too mcuh. She saves whatever she can and treats herself to something nice once a month.

Cars are over-rated, says someone who can't afford one.

She stays at the dorm.

Reykjavik, Iceland

Jet's a victim of the usual sob story: deadbeat dad and barely there, half a mom. They used to be a happy family, once upon a time, but it was hard maintaining a smile when they were knee-deep in debt. She was eight when their parents hightailed it out of the country in the middle of the night, dragging her half-asleep self into a cab and to the airport. That year had been particularly tough on her, and it would have marked the first (of many, so, so many) big loss that would chip away at her rose-tinted glasses. Jet didn't get to say goodbye, to her friends, to her home, to her old life. It was as though her world was turned upside down. In a matter of hours, they were in a new country, in shabby apartment, surrounded by strangers in every sense of the word.

Her dad lasted all of a year before he gave up. There were no dramatic displays or any other traumatizing crap; he just left for work one day and never came back. His disappearance set off a chain reaction of unfortunate events. With her dad's income, they barely made enough to scrape by. With just her mom, making ends meet was nearly impossible. The two of them moved into an even shabbier apartment and ate meager meals; her mom even juggled multiple jobs in order to pay the bills.

Through it all, Jet had but a single means of coping. Dancing was her escape, the last thread that held her sanity together. She danced to forget the present, to remember happier times, to envision a better a future. Back in Reykjavik, she was enrolled in ballet school, and she loved every second of it. She was a natural, and her instructors had said many times over that she had a bright future ahead of her. Of course, because life seemed to hate her, it was the first to go when their financial problems arose.

Jet never stopped dancing, though. Perhaps one of the best things that came from moving to America was broadening her horizons and deepening her love for the art. Los Angeles was home to many street performers she could emulate and learn from, free of charge, and in a rare stroke of luck, her mom happened to befriend a dance instructor in her second job. Jet would stay with him during evenings when her mom was out working, and in return for helping him with chores, he would teach her, help her hone her skills. Elementary, middle, and high school passed by in a haze. Friends came and go, many of them promising to keep in touch although no one ever did, and the only constant in her life was her unofficial dance lessons every 7pm. For nearly a decade, it was the only thing she looked forward to.

But because she was Juliette and nothing good ever lasts for her, even that had come to an end. Physically and emotionally drained, her mom had taken her first vacation in years and chose to go back to Iceland. It was supposed to be for a week, but it turned into months. She was left under the care of her dance instructor, but as compassionate as he was, he couldn't take her in forever. He had reluctantly sent her away after the third week, and whether it was due to his guilt or because she was troublesome, he never contacted her again.

Her scholarship to Hollywood University was a godsend—she'd been couch surfing all summer, so receiving free living quarters, even for a couple of months, was incredibly helpful. Funnily enough, she had enrolled to the university on a whim, with no actual intentions of going into higher education. They held auditions for the dance program and she thought it would be a fun challenge, and that's it; she didn't once entertain the thought of getting selected.

Game design class!

Skylark Alistair Collins III

He absolutely hates his first name. If he could, he would change it, but alas he can’t. So he just goes by Skylar or Skye

May 10th, 1997

18

Tarus

Male

Bisexual

Poor

Scholarship

Music and Creative Writing

Bio-Chemistry

Singer-Songwriter. Performs any gig he can get. He also is on Bandcamp.

As slim as he is thin, what Skylar brings to the table is exactly what one would expect from a singer-songwriter such as him. He has fair skin and no real hideous facial features, so that’s a plus. His shoulder-length, medium brown hair paired with his average height(5'8) and weight(138lbs) does not invoke the feeling of impressiveness to those who look at him. In fact, one could say that Skylar is as average as any fresh-out-of High School student. If it wasn’t for the fact that he has alluring, and sensitivity-inducing green eyes that often win him the affections of the girls, there would be nothing remarkable about him, or at the very least, anything that separated him from anyone else in the crowd. As far as facial hair is concerned, he has a bit of a stubble.

Skylar‘s attire style reflects his own self. As such, he has a few pairs of blue jeans, several comfortable T-shirts of various themes(most commonly of calming designs), a few sweater jackets with a zipper and hood. He has a few pairs of shoes, but he prefers to wear the pair that are of Vans. They have a white-on-black color scheme. It may seem odd for a guy such as himself preferring that kind of footwear, but he has always found that make of shoes to be most comforting.

►Playing his guitar and writing songs/poetry
►Relaxing music, usually along the lines of John Mayer.
►Reading
►Writing his own stories(he is also a writer when he wants to be)
►Playing Video Games
►Comic Books
►Sunsets(it sooths him)
►Italian and Chinese Food
►Any kind of art.
►Meditation/Yoga
►Soda. He loves soda and refuses to stop drinking it.

►Crowds
► His father’s strictness
►People who think they’re better than everyone else
► People who constantly put others down
►Bullies, Alpha Dogs, and Frat Boys.
►People who mistake him for being a girl(he has feminine skin)
►Indian Food

►Skylar has the bad habit of biting his nails when he his nervous or anxious about something.
►Despite claims from his family and peers that he‘ll injure his joints from doing it, Skylar constantly cracks his knuckles and fingers
►When he’s writing his songs or poetry, Skylar often zones out the rest of the world, ignoring them completely.
►He sometimes talks to himself, often getting raised eyebrows from those around him in the process.

►Guitar
►Going to Art Exhibits and Poetry Slams
►Writing
►Gaming
►Going to the beach near sundown and watching the sunset.

►Losing himself to his Bipolar disorder.
►Feeling the wrath of his father’s disappoint.
►Succumbing to the fate of the Struggling Artist. In the sense that he fears he will never succeed at what he loves the most until he is long gone from this world.

When it all comes down to it, Skylar is the embodiment of an artist. He is very idealistic . His family(not his father obviously) and friends come to him for his optimism. While he doesn‘t see himself as being that way, he doesn‘t want to disappoint them, so he puts on a façade of a certain kind of optimism that fools them, but the person he ends up on fooling is himself. Being such a optimist to his friends and some members of his family for so long has imprinted this image of himself within his own mind, often confusing himself of who the real Skylar is.

Skylar, like most who look the way that he does, is very shy. Though he tries not to be like those internet introverts who can’t hold a conversation with the human race, sometimes he can‘t help it. He‘s super shy and takes a while to warm up to people. This is evident in his self-conscious side as well as being so reserved that people often get the idea that he can’t talk, furthering their impression that he might be a mute of some kind. It’s not that he doesn’t know how to talk to people, but more like something in his brain turns off when he is approached by people, especially at social gatherings. It’s like he can’t say anything instantly. Instead, he takes a minute or so to get out even the simplest of words like “hi” or “hey”. He’s trying to grow out of it, so perhaps the journey of university would help in that area.

To himself, his music and possible career as a singer-songwriter is the most important to him. To hell with science. Being a musician is his true calling. As a result, he exhibit’s a very creative and passionate side that can only be described as the true side of Skylar. This means that, whatever he is working on be it his songs/poetry or writing stories in his free time, Skylar puts his entire heart and soul into it. As a result, he leaves all that he has on the word document/paper that has his work on it. When he gets so into his work and forgets about everything else but his project, Skylar often forgets to do the most simple of tasks such as bathing, eating, and drinking fluids. This has been pointed out to him on more than one occasion and yet he still does it. It‘s nothing that Skylar can help, though. It‘s like it‘s imprinted in his DNA. It‘s like the artist in him refuses to take breaks from whatever project he‘s doing and put all that he has and then some into it until it is either finished or the his body physically gives up and collapses.

Due to the fact that he is a struggling musician to get by, Skylar’s income is in the lower to mid thousands on a yearly basis. Usually, he has a $9000 yearly income due to the fact that he has three separate EPs that he sells both locally to those that will have him and on Bandcamp. Each of them are $10 each. Usually -- though not guaranteed -- he will get about forty copies of each sold a month, which brings it to 120 copies of his work sold a month. Each of them go for ten bucks, which brings his monthly-income to around $360, more or less. Some months it's higher than that and some it's lower. On average, however, he will bring 350-600 to his pocket a month. Yearly, that could range anywhere from $4,200-$7,200, though the latter amount is only when business is good.

Middle-Low Class. With his parents' on-and-off again jobs, the income wasn't always stable, but at the very least, his family had a good life. Nothing too fancy, but not dirt-poor, either.

Budget Spender. Due to the fact that Skylar's wallet solely depends on whether or not people buy his music, it can fluctuate greatly. Sometimes he doesn't pull enough to eat. Sometimes he pulls in so much that he actually has enough to do a little splurging. It all really just depends if he can make bank on his music when selling it on Bandcamp and to the students at the university.

Skylar walks or takes public transportation

The Dorms when the school year is in session or not on break. When it is on break, Skylar lives with his older sister in her apt.

Born in Vancouver, Canada and lived there for the first five years of his life. Moved to Seattle, Washington and lived there until he was accepted to HU.

Born to Skylark Collins Jr, a High School Psychics Teacher rand Cassandra Nunez, a on-and-off again Night Nurse Skylar The Third is the second youngest of four children. His younger sister, Mary-Theresa Nunez will be fourteen in December of the year 2015. He has one older brother, Michael Dominic Collins who just turned twenty-five in April and he has an older sister, Lillian “Lily” Nunez. She is twenty-three and turned that age on Valentine’s Day in 2015.

Growing up with the values of the Roman Catholic Church, Skylar often found himself being the black sheep of his family. He never related to the beliefs nor did he really understand why his father cared so deeply that they believe the same way the church taught. Skylark would even go as far as to force the teachings on all of his siblings, Skylar included. He would do so by forcing all of them attend Sunday School until they reached their early teens. Even though he was forced all of that crap into his brain, it never stuck. It was as if it went in one end and out the other. Skylar’s main contribution to the Church was the choir. Ever since the age of nine, music was his love, being what separated him from his siblings and truly brought him some peace that he never got from his home life.

Though his father didn’t like it -- mainly because he was against the arts -- Skylark didn’t deny that his son had talents, but like all strict fathers have been according to the history books, it had to come to an end. Indeed, Skylark laid out an proposition: Put music aside for four years. In that time, he would focus on his studies. If he brought home nothing but straight-A’s in every quarter and semester and got a scholarship to any university Skylar wished, he would be able to pursue music so long as Skylar minored in at least one science when he got to that point.

Even though Skylar didn’t like this idea, he didn’t have much choice in the matter. He feared what his father would do to him if he said no to it. So, he said yes, and for the next four years that was his quiet, uneventful high school life, he delivered on his half of the deal. Skylar brought home nothing but straight A’s, even getting a few A+’s here and there, much to the surprise of his father. Halfway through, Skylar got to the point where he was taking the advanced courses. In his senior year, Skylar was taking nothing but AP classes and was even getting some early college courses at night. As one could imagine, that shocked Skylark. So much so that he eased off the deal around third quarter and that allowed Skylar to start his music once more…well, not like he stopped to begin with. He simply didn’t allow his father know about it.

And then came that one faithful day. The day that set in course Skylar’s journey to California. The day that he would be able to leave his life in Seattle behind and the stress from his overbearing, strict father along with it. The day that his acceptance letter to Hollywood University came.

When it came, Skylar was ecstatic. He told his family. He told his friends. He told anyone who would listen. They all gathered around him. Ten of them it was and they anxiously waited for him to open it and see what his future held for him. They waited for him to see if he was going to stay in Seattle and that in itself, stay near his father, or would he be venturing to new heights, to new horizons, and to a new state? Whatever it was, he would find out in that one moment. And that’s all that it took.

One, he ran his right index finger along the top of large envelope. Two, he opened it up and grabbed the packet in his hand. Three, he read and read, each word following in succession. Each word permanently registering into his memory. Each word revealing what waited for him.

“We, here at Hollywood University, are proud to announce that applicant Skylar Collins III is accepted to our esteemed school and that you will have a full-scholarship.” It read. When he got done reading, Skylar revealed what said. Each of them had different reactions. Half of them were speechless(in a good way) and the other half had only what could be described as looks of dismay, as if they were hoping for the complete opposite.

One reaction that got him was his father’s. He did not have a happy nor sad reaction. It was neutral, as if Skylark wasn’t affected by it at all. He simply reminded Skylar of the deal. The teen nodded and returned to the letter, looking through the rest of the packet. He had to read through it and prepare for his new life in California.

►Like Skylar, I too am an artist. Art was my true love(more so digital art cause I can‘t draw to save my life lol).
►Skylar is Half-Cuban, Half-Canadian. The former being from his mother's side and latter his father's.
►Skylark Collins Jr - 55 years old, father
►Cassandra Nunez- 46 years old, mother
►Michael Dominic Collins - 25 years old, older brother
►Lillian "Lily" Nunez - 23 years old, older sister(lives with her when HU is on break)
►Mary-Theresa Nunez - 14 years old, younger sister)