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[b]Name: [/b]Colton Armani
[b]Age: [/b]17
[b]Personality: [/b]He is a fairly outgoing boy who enjoys just chilling with cool people. He doesn't say anything unnecessary, but he likes to really get to know the people he is spending time with.
[b]Bio:[/b] Rosie had been his everything... His muse, the warmest happiness in his life. Until Holly came along. Honestly, he had truly thought he was in love with Rosie. She always supported him, picked him back up in his darkest times, and gave him the happiest memories. Rosie was the one who held his hand as he cried in the hospital that night he lost his mother to cancer. But Holly was just... everything. Her eyes, her smile, the way she tucked her hair behind her ear... It all made his heart flutter. Her eyes always sparkled when he played his guitar for her, and she became the very inspiration for his music. Nothing with Rosie had felt as deep as this. Plus, the sex with Holly was pretty great, he had to admit. It wasn't like he had cheated on Rosie, or used her to get to Holly, but after her death he just felt so much guilt. He couldn't help but to ask if he broke her heart, if he really did do her wrong... Was it his fault? He found his songs growing sadder by the day, and not even his muse could cure his conflicted heart.[/color]


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[b]Name:[/b] Isabel Martin
[b]Age: [/b]18
[b]Personality:[/b] A wild child. Fun and outgoing, very loud, but usually reckless in her ways. 
[b]Bio:[/b] She was fairly sheltered as a child, and now that she is of legal age she has been exploring her new adulthood with drinking, smoking, and partying to her heart's content. Usually, she was the one to get the group into trouble. She would often sneak them liquor to drink when they hung out. When Rosie passed away, everything sort of collapsed around her. She had never experienced personal loss, so she suppressed it and found herself drunk more and more often. All of her friends had seemed to fall into their own ways of grief, and she did her best to ignore it by doing all of the dangerous things that made her feel happy... or made her forget. Anything to suppress it. Her parents often fight with her about her behavior, telling her to start taking on the responsibilities of being an adult, but her entire life has been engulfed in alcohol and drugs.[/color]