_{"Sarcasm is my language of choice."
5'5" || 132 lbs || Dark Brown Hair || Hazel Eyes}

Margaret "Maggie" Dubois

18

Female



_{"I'm... uhh... a tumblr girl? Take that as you will."}

Margaret, or Maggie as she likes to be called, is a fairly average girl. Beyond having super old and eclectic parents and an extensive travel list, she's pretty normal. An only child, Maggie has traveled with her parents her entire life, never staying in one place for very long, always home schooled. The year of her 17 birthday, however, her parents asked her what she really wanted from them. And so, Maggie immediately moved back to the states with her aunt Sara and began attending a high school nearby.

It was a vastly different world for her and something she would need to get used to...



_{"The whole singing thing? Yeah, don't read too much into that either."}

Musically inclined, Maggie studied piano and voice under her grandmother in France for a month out of every year, always at the request of dearest Nana. She'd never really disliked it but being forced to do music she didn't like made her upset. She, however, has since found a love for the music she once played for her grandmother since her passing a year ago.

Maggie is an outgoing and friendly soul, wanting nothing more than to be surrounded by people she feels she can trust. She does not feel the need to 'fix' people persay and but will go out of her way to bring people out of their shells and their comfort zones. She has no filter and will say exactly what she thinks.

She does not take well to criticism and will often blow up in people's face when presented with no way to back out. She is slow to admit to being wrong, even in the face of teachers and will often simply shut down the conversation so she doesn't lose face.



_{"Yep... I can't deny that one."}

Maggie's closet usually consists of colorful sweaters, t-shirts, jeans, khakis, and a sparse collection of dresses, all given to her by her grandmother.



_{"And with that, it's time for a cat nap. ~"}

"Life is just...fucked up..."

Name|| Elizabeth Kainestrom
Nickname|| Call her Liz or Lizzie, but never call her Lizard. If you do, you'll regret it.
Age|| 17

Cynical and often bitter, rarely does Liz speak, but when she does, she's not afraid to tell you what's on her mind. She's usually a cool and collected person, but you rub her the wrong way, you only have yourself to blame for that black eye you got. She hates bullies and absolutely despises snobby, stuck up people. Liz is a music lover at heart, but only certain types of music since she absolutely despises pop music. She also occasionally smokes marijuana.

Her asocial behavior usually makes it difficult for her to make friends, and she's constantly shutting herself away whenever she gets the chance, either drawing in her leather bound sketchbook she carries at all times in her messenger bag with a few pencils of varying thickness and sticks of vine charcoal or burning through another pack of cigarettes, often times with headphones in her ears blaring insanely loud to drown out the rest of the world she so despises.



"People lie all the time, even when they tell the truth. You can't trust anyone."

Moving from the Midwest, Liz failed to fit in and make friends, usually choosing to exclude herself from certain people, but when she did consider having a friend, she was cruelly rejected and ostracized by the other students, leading her to descend deeper and deeper into the comfort of her inner darkness. Liz was born to her mother and father in Des Moines, Iowa on October 13th. Her mother worked as a receptionist for a hospital while her father was a sheriff's deputy. However Liz wasn't her father's child but the child of her mother and another man she had an affair with behind his back. Once her father, a cruel and abusive drunk, discovered the truth, he tried to kill his wife and child. Liz's mother escaped with her from Iowa, and together, the two tried to start a new life.

It was rather easy for Liz's mother, but for Liz.....it was Hell. Liz was constantly bullied by the children in her class, the ridicule and ostracism proceeding till she was twelve, when her mother fell gravely ill with cancer. It wasn't months later, her mother passed away. Liz had never cried so much in her life. She felt that without her mother, she had nothing. All that was left.....was for her to die too, but her first attempt at suicide went awry. Trying to jump from the window of her mother's apartment, she was caught by the landlord, sending her into a crazed, convulsing fit. For the next few years, she was admitted to an asylum after continuously cutting and burning herself, later being released and transferred into foster care.

Losing her mother, the rejection and ridicule of everyone.....she carried it with her for so many years, bottling it deep inside herself and letting it eat away at her every day. Now living with a strict ex Marine and his wife, Liz is constantly rebelling against their rules and getting into trouble. Art and anarchy have become her only safe haven...at least that's what she thinks. Despite seeing how much she's hurting herself and those around her...Liz continues on her path towards self destruction.

Additional Information|| -She secretly loves cats and she can play guitar and piano.
-In addition to her tattoos, Liz also has on the left side of her neck two laughing skulls and "Mememto Morii" in fancy lettering trailing around her left arm.
-She drives an old, beat up gray Chevrolet 66 Impala.
-Liz has also been arrested eight times on different charges. One of which was assaulting a man with a broken glass bottle. She claimed it was self defense, but the cops thought otherwise.

_{"Drinking tea is classy, right? That makes me classy."}

Hyun-woo "Henry" Chyul

17 years old


_{"17 years of adorable. Oh, wait. I'm not suppose to say that, am I? Oh, well."}

Hyun-woo spent only 1 year in South Korea before being adopted by a family from America. Since then, he's spent his entire life in the shoes of a normal American boy.

From the very beginning he knew he didn't really belong and it didn't take long for his parents to tell him the truth. He's even visited South Korea once or twice on vacation. Still, he feels more at home with his American parents and in American society.


_{"Hehe. Yeah. Pretty much consider myself American at this point. Not much sense denying it since it's all I've ever known."}

He has no other siblings as the reason for his adoption was his adoptive mother's inability to become pregnant. Because of this he has been spoiled dirty rotten and when he doesn't get things the way he wants them, he'll often whine.


_{"Tha-That is untrue. I am not spoiled nor am I selfish. I'm claiming slander..."}

There's also the small matter of Hyun-woo's flirtatious and playful nature. He loves playing jokes on everyone, especially ladies and will do anything in his power to make a girl smile.


_{"Well, I.. uhh... I can't deny that one."}

Lastly, Hyun-woo enjoys a plethora of subjects from girls to video games. Just... none of these really involve school. It's not that he isn't smart, he just isn't interested in it. Whenever his parents asks him, he just tells them one day he'll become a huge celebrity and he'll take care them.

Though, he will say that he looks good in glasses.


_{"Yes, yes I do."}

And with that, Hyun-woo says, "Goodbye, lovelies.~"