Vivian Annabelle Corette

Vi, Belle

17

Female

Pansexual

As radiant as the sun, Vivian Annabelle Corette has beauty that is unmatched to anyone within the Acadamy. From the way her blonde hair gleams in the sunlight to her blue eyes, Vivian exemplifies how a child of the god of the sun should look like. Everything about her is simply marvelous. She fancies herself with bold, black eyeshadow to make her eyes pop even more than they already do. Easily, her eyes are her most identifiable feature as they are the first thing that anyone notices about her. That's a good thing since the eyes are the window to the soul and Vivi invites anyone and everyone into her soul.

Height isn't a problem for her since she towers over the average female at a height of sixty-nine inches. Her weight rolls around the one-hundred-and-forty pounds neighborhood. As such, her body type is definitely within the slightly lean department as seen by her muscle definition and her modest curves. Pretty much everything about her is, while simplistic in some areas, is also very desirable. Her positive outlook on life makes her even more desirable than her physical body could ever hope to.

One word comes to mind when describing Vivian's fashion sense: bold and beautiful. A mixture of vibrant dresses and tops and shorts and jeans of all makes and of all textures. Vivian's clothing really pops when she is in a crowd. It's as if one could tell it's her by the bold attire choices. She ranges from dresses of pastel colors to tops with the boldest of yellows and pinks. Shoes, for her, are at their highest peak when they are covered with designs that are the most random one has ever seen. Her style is her own and there is no other like it.

Vivian has always found the idea of brooding outrageous and completely moronic. Instead of fretting on all of the possibilities that may or may not happen, she would prefer to go out and experience life. She would much prefer to go on adventures and live every day as if it were her last. She doesn’t hesitate to challenge herself by going out of her comfort zone if it meant that she would be able to experience the great big book called life and all the twist and turns it has within it.

As she observes people and what they do, forming connections and ideas in the process, Vivian never holds her tongue, which means that she’s always excited about her findings and shares them with anyone who will listen. This infectious enthusiasm has the duel benefit of giving her social connections and giving her a new source of information and experience as she fit her new friends’ opinions into her existing ideas. This is further expanded in her great communication skills. Due to the fact that she has such strong people skills. If she didn’t, she’d never be able to express her countless ideas that brew in her noggin.

Vivian enjoys both small and deep, meaningful conversations, which are two sides of the same interesting conversation. For her, the way she approaches subjects and how she steers them comes off as completely natural and unforced. It’s as if her positive energy is what fuels her that infectious energy that makes people want to be near her, or in this case, keep on conversing with her. Perhaps, when it all comes down to it, Vivian is just a positive, and popular teenager who is the life of the party, that one gleaming star in a constellation that will always steer you in the right direction. Perhaps she is the North Star of the Demigods.

Vivian is so loved and adored by those within the Half-Blood camp. Perhaps it’s the approachable vibe she puts out that lures in people within her circle. Like, a weird, quirky yet completely balanced combination of adaptability and spontaneity that makes her so approachable, interesting, and exciting. Perhaps combined with that, it’s also her altruistic spirit and friendly, empathetic disposition that makes her such a beacon of positivity. She can get along with just about anyone from almost all walks of life.

Apollo, God of the Sun, Truth, and Medicine.

With all things considered, Vi and Apollo are on good terms. She understands that minimal contact is allowed and he can't be there for her every waking minute of her life and she's okay with that. Every once in a while, Apollo visits Vi in some way, shape, or form. She knows that if she really needs him, he'll be there for her in a heartbeat. She is, after all, his little girl. He will move heaven and earth to make sure she didn't get harmed, even if that meant breaking Olympian law.

Light In The Room
As it is with her father in having the power of healing via the means of medicine, Vivian’s very presence is able to heal those around her. Her joyous attitude and constant positive vibes create a golden aura around her and emit a healing factor to those within a small radius that can heal minor injuries. As an added bonus, her aura can also cure any bad vibes within that radius. So, things like negative thoughts(think suicidal or anger kinds) or even aspects of corruption can be dispelled and extinguished almost instantly. Well, that is, to an extent.

You Can’t Lie To Me
Vivian is like a living, breathing, lie detector. Her ability to spot when someone is lying is even on par to her father, Apollo and it has been noted as such. She is able to know when someone is lying or not by the little things that most don’t often notice. Like, the little ticks that people do in their faces, their body language, sudden quietness or sudden rants. She picks up on these things so quickly that she deduces that something is amiss. This goes two ways too. Just as she is able to detect lies, Vivian is able to lie her ass off. It’s probably a two sides of the same coin-type of deal. Whatever it may be, the fact of the matter is that Vi has talents of detecting lies and telling them.

The Sun Feels Good
Obviously something that is a shared trait from her father, Vivian gets a boost of overall conditioning from the sun. It’s nothing major, but when she is in the direct sunlight, her body begins to glow faintly of golden orange. This sudden and faint glow then empowers her body with the spirit of the sun, which allows her body to enhance its most basic of feats such as strength and speed. Though, barely past the enhanced level, this sudden burst of physical abilities puts her past the human restraints. The longer she stays in the sunlight, the longer that she can maintain this enhanced state.

Anytime she enters the shade, her enhanced capabilities are severely drained to just slightly above human levels. If she stays out of sunlight for over two minutes, her enhanced state disappears altogether. The same can be applied for nighttime, but instead of it gradually fading away, it’s gone the minute the sun is gone from view.

Jeremiah Howard Tomers

Goes by Jay

12/7/97

18

Male

Undecided

In terms of build, Jay has what could only be described as an athletic build. His muscle mass, while not exceeding the example of fit, has an obvious definition that comes from daily exercise. Now, that‘s not saying he lifts weights constantly, but he does keep a healthy lifestyle. This might stem from him being a chef and wanting to keep his body healthy or just might be his enjoyment of working out. Whichever the case may be, he definitely has a body of than of an athlete. His height comes to just two inches short of six feet. His weight has an even 170lbs to it, which is just right considering his height and body type.

With skin as creamy as caramel, Jay looks rather exotic. Despite him being American-born, his mixture of tanned skin and his own genetics take dominance. Added to that, he has rather long, dark brown hair that is silky-smooth to the touch. It comes down to his shoulders. Sometimes he keeps it in a ponytail just so it’s not in the way. Though, that’s only because he cooks and having hair in food is a big no-no. Otherwise, he keeps it down in its natural form. His eyes share the same shade as his mother and that’s lush green -- the same kind of shade of meadows and spring grass. It might be a bit unnatural, especially for a man like Jay, but that’s the demigod within him coming through.

A man of simple, comfortable tastes. Jay‘s fahsion sense usually revolves around long-sleeve shirts of neutral colors(grays, whites, and blacks), jeans of blue and black, and several jackets of various makes. He has leather jackets, sweater jackets, hoodies, blazers, and pretty much any kind of jacket one could think of. His shoes are just simple walking shoes. He has a few pairs, but nothing really remarkable about them. They are simply made for walking and that‘s what they do. Those shoes of his walk all over the ground.

Jay wears his emotions and everything that revolves around them on his sleeve. What this means is that, more often then not, he’s a feeler. He does not usually guard himself well when it comes to emotional attacks or emotional stability. Due to that, he is often reserved and private. In other words, he keeps to himself and only shares the bare minimum. Due to what has happened in his life, from how his father treated him and how all of the expectations were piled high on top of him and how he became to know about himself, Jay has found it better than he doesn’t share most of his life story with everyone. Additionally, there’s something inside him that he feels that people would misinterpret about himself and as a result, judge him before they got to know the real Jeremiah.

Despite everything and all that he tried to turn away from himself, Jay found himself to be a rather good cook. Perhaps that’s his mother coming through or perhaps it’s a bit of both her and his father. Whichever the case, Jay has found himself, in the years he has been away from his father and step-mother , that he has a rather creative side to him. Combined with a vivid imagination of how to utilize ingredients with a strong sense of compassion for taste buds, he can use his creativity to resolve the most common human challenge: hunger. He‘s found that he enjoys finding out the perfect recipe that could quite possibly end up being the best one ever to be forged from a chef‘s mind.

Passionate about what he believes to be right for him, Jay pursues the goal of becoming the best chef ever with a conviction and energy that has even caught his professors off-guard. He has even rocked the boat of the culinary side of the Academy a few times. It might be something that not most understand, but they respect it. Though his passion is dually noted throughout everyone, he has a poor patience for routine maintenance. This leaves him with little options to let off steam. Due to this, he always burns himself out sometimes and often gets into “moods” that makes him the bane of any social gathering.

Speaking of respect, there has been a lot of talk about Jay having such a goal-oriented side that it has gotten the respect of most of the professors, even the headmasters. He‘s so altruistic in his beliefs and he takes the actions to make sure they succeed that he will do anything that he can that they advance. If not for his sake, then for the sake of others and for it be pushed towards the world. Or at least,t hat‘s his goal. However, that could potentially work against him due to him sometimes being a perfectionist, especially when cooking. He can get so wrapped up in making the perfect recipe that he always criticizes himself, which in turn makes him second-guess himself and what he‘s doing. As one could see, it‘s a very counterproductive trait to have, but he cannot help it sometimes.

Coming from a Jewish and Spanish household, Jay could definitely say that his life was average at least. His father was a restaurant chef at a Jewish Deli-- one of the best in Las Vegas. His food was highly regarded among high-ranking, political figures from all over the world, celebrities, performers on the Vegas Strip, and pretty much anyone who could recognize great food. His stepmother, who has full Spanish blood running through her veins, had a career in Culinary Business and Marketing. Of course, it could be well assumed that her and Jay‘s father ran the business together with his father doing the cooking while his mother handled the business side of things. And it seemed to work for them since it, to this day, keeps on running strong.

All of his life, Jay was known as the son of the great chef, Howard Tomers. He was always being put in situations where the expectations of him following his dad in his footsteps by possibly, one day, taking over the family business. He was always being pushed into the culinary field. It was either taking cooking classes during middle school or taking the advanced classes in high school. To normal kids, cooking would have been a passion they chose. For Jay, it was forced on him much like how one forces a child to sit down and finish all of their food.

And he hated every bit of it.

Jay hated how he was forced to get into cooking. He wasn‘t all that good at it. He never enjoyed doing it and he was never the kind to know when to stop seasoning. Or perhaps, he never brought himself to attempt to like it. Perhaps he didn‘t want to be good at it just so he could spite his parents. Or maybe, he just didn‘t have any talent for it. Whatever the case may be, he knew it wasn‘t for him. When he would tell his parents about it, they went off on him like most parents who were angry with their only child would be; cursing and screaming and lecturing followed.

How long had was it? Thirty minutes? Sixty minutes? Jay had lost count. At the point of the hour mark, he had stopped caring what they were saying. He stopped caring for what they felt about his decision. He just didn’t care about how, despite him being brave in saying he didn’t want to become a chef, they kept yelling at him. He just didn’t care anymore. And that’s why, when they were all done with him and he was sent to his room for the night, Jay just left. Of course, he waited until they were both asleep. After that, he left. Jeremiah Howard Tomers ran away from home.

“Where did he go?” they probably thought.

“How could he do this to us?” was what Jay thought they would be thinking when they realized he was gone. Oh how he wished he could be there in the room when they found that his bed was empty. It was void of his body, void of his being. Most of his clothing was packed tightly into a duffle bag he had. It was a dark grey one. It was the one that his uncle had bought him last year for his sweet sixteen. It was one of those kinds that was the real deal. It was the kind of bag that athletes use to pack their shit. Ideally, it was to be used for sports gear, not for running away and packing all of your clothes into it. Oh well, at least he didn’t have to carry them in plastic bags.

The air of the Las Vegas night was as dry and as humid as Jay remembered. During the summer, it had always been like this and during the summer, it was the driest of the entire year. Just walking in it would give any man(or woman) sweat like that of an athlete. Still, it was better than his parents berating him each time they got a chance to.

By the time the sun came out and no doubt his parents were aware of his disappearance, Jay was already out of Las Vegas. He hightailed on the back of a truck and was en-route to Canada. He wanted nothing to do with his parents no longer. He didn’t want to deal with their yelling and screaming. He didn’t want to deal with the crazy-high expectations that were placed on him or how they didn’t care about his needs. He just wanted to get the hell out of dodge. And so he did. About fifty miles away from the Canadian border, the truck stopped. The driver told him that this was as far as he went, leaving Jay at the edge of a fifty mile trail through a forest of trees. It wasn’t ideal, but it would have to do.

About a third into the forest and Jay ended up getting lost. He went north, south, east, west, and couldn’t find where he had began. He couldn’t tell where the forest began and where it ended. He couldn’t tell whether or not if he was making distance or losing it. There was no indication that he was any closer to getting out than when he initially got lost. Just as he began to think that things couldn’t possibly get any worse, they did.

From behind him, a shadowy figure wearing clothing as pitch black as a moonless night. In his hands two swords the length of his arm that had a slightly curved blade. They had a silver gleam that had a reflection of the full-moon out. This figure roared with a deep, almost monster-like growl. It sounded like a male, but Jay couldn’t be sure. What he was sure of was that this person was coming at him with a downward, vertical slice with both of the swords. Jay dodged the first one and took to the opposite direction, but the second one caught his left arm, cutting through the leather jacket he had on.

Running away, Jay constantly looked back to see if the person was still following him. He was and Jay kept his motion in the opposite direction. It got to the point that he looked behind once more and the assassin was gone. This caused Jay to stop to take a breather. About a minute later, the assassin showed itself from above Jay. He had been waiting in the branches. Jay looked up terrified as the black-clothed assassin came down for another vertical slash. He covered his head with his arms, awaiting death to come to him.

He waited and waited, but it didn’t come. Jay peered through his arms and saw the figure just three feet above him, his swords two less than that. He stepped back and tripped over one of the tree roots in the ground. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. The assassin was being held in midair by branches that had extended from the trees. He was seeing things. He had to have been. There wasn’t a logical explanation for this.

“Oh Jeremiah..” A concerned, female voice called out. Now he was hearing things. Great, that’s just fucking great. “Is life that bad for you that you had to run away from a stable home?” The voice said again, this time asking him a question.

“What is happening? I’m heairng things.” Jeremiah would say, responding to both his own worries and that of the voice.

“You are not hearing things. Look up,”

And there, he saw the unimaginable. An image of what Jay could only describe as the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had the most beautiful dark-auburn hair and her skin as fair as the clouds that float above in the daytime. She had green eyes that reminded him of a lush, green field of grass. She had a light green dress on.

“You’re shitting me, right?” That’s all he could mouth out.

“I see you share your father’s sailor tongue,” The woman laughed.

“My father? You know him?” Jay said, dumbfounded.

She laughed again. “Of course I do, my ripe plum.” She said.

Jay looked at her. He said nothing, but that last thing she said, “Ripe plum? But only my mother calls me that…” No, she couldn’t be. There was no way. Jay couldn’t believe it. “There’ s just no way…is there?” He asked her, half-afraid to know. The fear could be heard in his voice.

“Do not be afraid,” She said, trying to calm his fear, “You are right in thinking what you’re thinking, Jeremiah.” She told him, “I am indeed your mother, Demeter, The Goddess of the Harvest.” She said, lowering the image of herself to his level.

“This is unreal,” Jay really had no words for this. He truly was speechless. “So what does this make me? Some kind of weird, mutant-demigod ?” Half-joking, Jay felt he had to ask.

Demeter giggled, “mutant? No, but you are indeed a demigod — a being of both god and mortal blood.” She said.

“Wow, this is just too surreal.” Jay said, pacing a bit, “wait until I tell dad. I bet he’ll be surprised as fuck.” He said lowly, but Demeter heard him.

“Actually, he already knows.” She told Jay, to his surprise of course.

“What?” He said simply. “Why didn’t he tell me then?” He asked Demeter.

“He couldn’t. I told him not to.” She said.

“Why would you do such a thing?” Jay asked Demeter in a raised voice.

“It was not his place. You had to find out for yourself.” She said.

Suddenly, Jay’s persona switched into anger, “and what about all of the crap he was giving me about becoming a chef? Was that your doing? Or was that him trying to control my life even more then he had been?” Jay asked angrily.

“I understand your anger. I will take full responsibility for whatever pain that might have been an indirect cause of my doing, but please do not blame your father. He took it very hard when I had to leave you two.” she told him.

“What do you mean? When did you exactly leave?” COnfused, Jay asked her.

“After your sixth birthday,” she said.

“Why didn’t you stay? It could have worked. Dad would have made it work.” Jay told her, his voice elevated once more, but this time out of desperate sadness.

“It couldn’t be helped. Your father couldn’t have done anything. I stayed far too long than allowed, but I did cause I loved him so,” she smiled gently as she smoke, lowering her hand to her son’s crying eyes. “My plum, do not cry. You are so full of life when you smile. Let that be what brings you solace about all of this and do not fret. I will always watch over you. Even if you do not see or hear from me, know this: you are always in my heart and should you need it, my strength is your strength. All you need to do is look within your precious heart.” Her voice trailed off in a majestic way.

A golden light surrounded Jay. It was as if the floral essence itself was covering and comforting him. He could hear his mother’s voice inside mind and felt her embrace as the light completely surrounded him. Within seconds, it faded and he was in front of his house. Much to his surprise, he saw his father, but his eyes went to the sky. He knew somewhere out there, his mother was watching him. A tear fell from his right eye as he smiled.

And thus began the longest and most calm-filled conversation between Jay and his father. Jay told him how he almost died from some assassin and that his mother, the Goddess of the Harvest saved him. Hearing that brought such a joy-filled smile to his face. It was the first time that Jay had seen his father smile so naturally. It was like hearing that Jay met his real mother put to rest any anger he might have felt before. It was as if everything else was moot. But for some reason, his father had a sad look on his face. When Jay inquired, his father revealed why.

And that’s what brought Jay to the Olympus Academy(in more reasons than one). The first being the most obvious and that was to go to a school that catered to kids like him. It was a school for the Demigods. One that had such a rich history of demigods throughout the years. Rumor had it that the first children of the great gods founded that school and for many centuries following it, it housed generations upon generations of Demigods. The other reason Jay agreed to go there was something that his father told him and that was that he could possibly have a little sister -- one that was said to have a kind heart. Jay’s father didn’t know much other than speculation, so of course Jay doesn’t know her name or what she looks like. He hoped that, by going to the Academy, he might run into her.

My favorite god is, coincidentally, Apollo haha.

Demeter, Goddess of the Harvest.

They have what could only be described as a decent start. When she first came to him after saving his life, Demeter explained why she was away and what exactly happened. At first, Jay didn’t understand or accept why she left. Even when he finally got home after that, he still harbored some resentment towards her. He did as she said, though. He didn’t blame his father -- he blamed her. Perhaps he still does, but less than he did at the time. He has grown to forgive her and knows that she watches over him. Perhaps one day they might have a loving relationship like that of what mothers and sons should have, but that probably won’t be anytime soon.

I Hear Plant People
An odd ability, but one that makes him unique. Jay has the unheard-of ability to literally hear the plants’ thoughts as if they were living beings. He can hear them speak to him, he can hear what they feel when people chop down their bretheren. He can hear when they’re sad, happy, angry. Their thoughts fill his mind as if it were a vacuum sucking up dust from under the couch of a home.

He hears everything and in turn, he gains knowledge of plants. He gains the knowledge that allows him to be wary of what plants are poisonous and which are harmless. He gains the knowledge of which plants can be used to make remedies for poisons, which could be used in food, and if necessary, which could be used to kill. All of this is possible because of his blood shared with Demeter, because he has the same genes as she does.

Father Always Said I Would Be Good At It
And he was right. Jay did become good at it. Well, that’s an understatement. Jay is not good at cooking, he’s GREAAAAAAT! He can cook up pretty much anything and make it into something fabulous. Got any leftovers? He can make a five-star dish out of it. Want him to do something about that nasty soft drink filled with chemicals? Say hello to a marinated steak with it. Pretty much anything you give him or request him to make and it’s almost guaranteed that Jay can make something out of it and something great at that.

This is a skill he gained from both of his parents. His father’s a renowned chef in the Las Vegas area and his mother is the Goddess of the Harvest. Obviously the cooking, green thumb runs in his bloodline. Perhaps more so than anyone known to existence, so it’s no wonder he’s wickedly talented at cooking up food. It’s just, before he found out he was a demigod, he had no interest in it. After that, however, he was all about that shit.

Now That‘s One Bright Light
Ever since that fateful day his mother saved him, Jay has felt different. It’s as if something inside him awoke from its deep slumber and took hold of him like nothing ever before. This “thing” inside him was the light that surrounded him before. It wasn’t his mother that did it, not all of it that is. It was him and all him. It was the floral essence from the trees surrounding him that called to his inner-desire to go home. It was his inner-light that wanted to be awoken and so it did. Jay awoke it with his heart and his emotions to go home.

While he calls it simply “His Light”, the professors had gave it the proper name of Flora Energy Manipulation. They said that it draws the natural energy emitted from the plants and allows whoever calls for it to manipulate as they see fit. For one to use it, their heart has to be pure and untainted by the evils of the world. Jay didn’t understand it at first, but as he came to be informed about his power, he soon realized that it was more than just what he thought. He came to be able to manipulate in such ways that it allowed him to create beam-like attacks of floral energy, surround himself in an aura of floral energy, and be able to form several construct of floral energy.

Though limited in what he can do at one time, Jay is starting to fully understand that his power is great and that his mother is to thank. She gave him this gift. Perhaps it could help him in his quest to finally find his younger sister that he originally came to the academy for.

Jaakuna Hinoko

Jaak(common nickname), Sundance(his squad), Jaaky(little sister), J(his brother), Delinquent(by most guards)

19

Male

Firebender(currently unaware that he has latent fire-bending capabilities).

Lower Ring, lives with his younger brother and sister.

Jack of all trades(burglary, bribing, debt-collecting, rare kidnapping)

Jaakuna’s mouth usually gets him into trouble. This could either be from his give-no-fucks attitude or the amount of sarcasm he implements into his every day speech. Whatever it may be, it will, eight out of ten times land him into hot water. This could be with the ladies and their boyfriends/husbands or crime bosses. Hell, he’s been known to be knocked around a few times by some of the guards. Even if he does get a few ribs or bones broken, Jaakuna doesn’t let it ruin his always-positive mood. In his mind, laughter is the most important thing and not to do it would waste a possibly-wondrous day. He’d rather laugh than frown or cry.

Like with his sarcasm and vulgarity, Jaakuna’s hotheadedness always lands him into trouble, but a different kind of trouble. There have been instances where Jaakuna, in protection of his younger siblings, be it protecting Mukuna from bullies or handling beefs that Ganko got himself into, Jaakuna is always there to protect them. If there’s anything that Jaakuna won’t stand for, that would be anyone trashing his siblings(verbally or physically). They are all he’s got and vice-versa for them to him, so you can bet your sweet as that Jaakuna will do anything to protect them. He would even murder someone if it meant they would be safe.

Not necessarily the beacon of morality or responsibility(most of the time), Jaakuna exhibit’s a laid-back, carefree disposition. It’s been noted by both of his siblings that he is pretty lazy. Even though he’s supposed to be the provider - and he is - he certainly doesn’t act like it. When Jaakuna’s not doing jobs here and there for various crime bosses, he could be seen hanging out with some local “thugs” or skipping away on the rooftops(usually looking at clouds). Jaakuna has been known to do street performing here and there. Since he is rather skilled in acrobatics, it has made him extra money that way. Jaakuna could also be seen laughing and smiling and just enjoying life as the best as he can.

There is a certain amount of hatred that Jaakuna harbors against The Republic for what they did to his parents. He holds them responsible for a loss he experienced. If given the chance, he will take them out.

Jaakuna and his two siblings lost their parents in The Great War.

Jaakuna has been taking care of his two younger siblings since the age of twelve and has lived in the Lower Ring ever since.

Jaakuna, if given the chance, will enact revenge upon The Republic as fast as a single heartbeat.

Has done jobs for various crime bosses, including The Triad.

Jade Taylor

Tay, J

December 2nd

16

Female

Still trying things out

All her life, Jade has always gotten compliments about her appearance. As a kid, she was told by her uncle’s “colleagues” that she was going to be a heartbreaker one day. As creepy as that was at the time, Jade didn’t know how right they were until she became a real heartbreaker. Be it her slim figure and tasteful bust or the long blonde hair(people love blondes, apparently), she turned a considerably amount of heads(some guys, some girls) as soon she came into her own(when her boobs came in). At the time, Jade didn’t know she would have that kind of hold on people. She was only thirteen at the time and she hadn’t grown into her body yet. However, once she reached a lovely height of sixty-eight inches, she became a literal blonde bombshell with quite the edge. Though, she does invoke some kind of sweetness with her greenish-blue eyes. They are further enhanced by the large amount of black eyeshadow she puts on every morning.

Heavily influenced by her Uncle Charlie and her love for the 60s,70s, and 80s, Jade embraces it to the fullest. Some may call her a rocker chick and some may call her a bad girl slut. Regardless of what they do call her, she isn’t afraid to flaunt what the good lord gave her(or in this case, Luci herself). She chooses to wear revealing clothing because it makes her feel sexy. No, it’s not that she’s an attention-whore(she is, but that’s not the reason). She wears it because it makes her feel good. When she feels good, everyone else will by extension. Most of her clothing, while mostly revealing, is almost always black and made of some kind of leather. It’s either mixed with wool and leather or pure leather itself. She fancies black because it’s part of her style. Though, that’s not the only color she wears. She has been known to wear white and red. Sometimes, you might even catch her in some kind of tie-dye shirts. However, that’s probably not going to happen often.

She has several pants of red and black, shirts of several bands, bras that are usually black and red, shoes, heels, boots, and socks that can range from heel height to her mid-thigh. She also has dresses, but they are a bit skin-tight. Some are black, some are red, some are white, and some are a mix of all three colors. There are also some that have wild cat prints, like leopards, lions, cheetahs, tigers, and much more. Some are low-cut and some are strapless. There are also some dresses that stop high-thigh. Most of her dresses are what prostitutes wear on the street — and Jade loves every one of them. Accessory-wise, Jade has several bracelets that are multi-colored and some that have spikes on them. J

Despite her age, Jade has a few tattoos and piercing. She has a tattoo of the pentagram on her right shoulder. She also has a tattoo of a black cross on her back, and one of her uncle’s birthday(6/6/82) on her inner-left wrist. She got them while in jail. As far as piercing go, Jade has a few on both of her ears, one on her lip and nose, one on both of her tits, and belly button. She often decorates them with black or red pieces of jewelry.

Jade has a bad reputation of getting into trouble. The whole town of Verona knows this. She just can‘t help it. The enticing nature of the opposite end of the law(or lack thereof) has always been where Jade found the most fun. Whether it‘s going to places where she knew she shouldn‘t go, like an adult club with a fake ID or simply causing some mayhem for the law enforcement. Wherever her desires lead her, Jade doesn‘t like to be a nice girl. She just doesn‘t know how to do that. She just doesn‘t get into trouble with the law enforcement. Jade has gotten into some trouble with parents of certain boys, wives of older men, girlfriends, fiancés because she has a tendency to go after men of any age. Jade is a trouble-maker through and through.

Added to her trouble-making and flirtatious ways, Jade also doesn’t have a filter for her mouth. She’ll say what she’s thinking at the moment that the thought enters her mind. Be it from her upbringing or simply her give-no-fucks attitude, Jade doesn’t really care about the personal feelings of others. She’ll say whatever she wants. That sometimes can be a good trait to have, but for Jade being the way that she is, it’s quite the opposite. When she’s speaking her mind about/towards someone, she is so brutally honest that it doesn’t really come off as being honest. It sounds like she’s ripping into them in a mean way. She doesn’t mean to(somewhat), but it always comes off that way and that’s simply something that Jade can’t control most of the time.

Jade is all about living for the moment. To hell with what will happen afterwards. She wants to enjoy the moment and for all that it has to offer. This is especially true when her and the group of friends she hangs out with do. They go on adventures. They laugh about it and just have a good time. Sometimes it involves some not-so-legal stuff and sometimes it’s just having a night on the town. Whatever it may be, Jade lives for it to the maximum.

Taking all of the aforementioned qualities aside, Jade has a soft spot in there. Underneath it all, Jade is a sweet soul. She may not show it most of the time, but it’s there. It shows when she’s singing. She has a passion for music and it’s the only thing about her that she doesn’t let most of everyone know about. It’s pretty much something that she has that she can call her own. Added to that, she has a deep protective instinct to those that she holds close to her. She will do anything for them. She loves them dear.

Jade was born and raised in Verona, Washington and she was a healthy baby. Unfortunately, that’s where her life took a deep dive downward.

About a couple of years into her life, barely old enough to know what was happening, Jade’s parents left her. There was no warning at all. All they did was leave her with her with her Uncle Charlie, whom of which wasn’t really the type to take on a parental role. However, he had no choice. His brother and sister-in-law left without time to explain why. Let’s face it, though; there’s not a valid and reasonable excuse to leave your infant child with a less-than ideal uncle. Jade’s Uncle Charlie was — and still is today — a motorcycle gang member. Despite that, he didn’t abandon Jade. He was the only person left in Verona that would give a shit about her.

And so began her life as the niece of a motorcycle gang member. Surprisingly, it was a decent life. Charlie came to be rather wealthy — well, not millionaire wealthy, but comfortable enough to buy a house. Sometime along her later childhood years, Jade came to know about what her Uncle Charlie did for a living and she didn’t really care. To her, he was dad. It didn’t matter what he did for a living and it didn’t matter how he got money. As long as he didn’t die, Jade considered it a successful career.

As she progressed into her teen years, Charlie became less present in Jade’s life. His recent promotion as the leader of the Vices of Verona made it as such. As a result, Jade began to form ties to the “bad” teens of Verona. These kids engaged in vandelism, drugs, sex, and of course, they listened to rock and roll. Having been raised by a biker, Jade pretty much felt homey with these types of kids. That wasn’t the extent of it, though. Jade often went after older men(from the ages of 19 to 34) — and this was before she hit sixteen.

Though Charlie was aware of what was happening and he tried to get through to her, he just couldn’t. It took a reality call by getting arrested for vandalism and destruction of property for Jade to get the message. She got six months in the County Jail. Sure Charlie could have pulled some strings to get her out, but he felt that this was the only way that she could come back to her old self, or at least calm down a bit. And it worked. When she got out(one month ago), Jade seemed to be less than what she was.

Until she wasn’t.

Just a week ago, Jade seemed to be back to her old tricks and then some. Guess a tiger can’t change its spots, now can it?

Jade lives with her Uncle Charlie in their little red, brick house. It may not look like much, but inside it’s surprisingly spacious. Definitely not bad for a house that was bought illegally. They live in one of the bad parts of Verona. It’s not necessarily the parts where all of the criminals hang out, but close enough. Granted, that’s where you’ll probably find Jade.

Charlie Jackson Taylor | 33 | Uncle | President of the Vices of Verona Motorcycle Gang
Having raised her since she was an infant, Charlie cares for Jade quite a bit. Even though his more recent responsibilities with the Vices has made him less present in her life, he still loves her a great deal. He wants her to be happy, but more importantly, safe. The two of them, even though not as much as before, are really close. They share a love for motorcycles, rock music, and smoking, which is what they would be caught talking about, sometimes hours on end.

Charlie has a strong presence within Verona, Washington. The Vices of Verona have been tied to many high-profile crime such as Drug Trafficking, Murder, Bribery, and Prostitution. More recently, however, they have been tied to the murder of a president of a rival gang, The Verona Sons. It is still all just speculation and theorizing by the Verona Police Department, but people say that Charlie was the one that did the hit.

Magma Manipulation

Jade has the ability to manipulate the molten rock beneath the Earth‘s surface.

Grant Jackson Wells

TBD

July 3rd, 1998

17

Male

Hetero

With skin moderately tanned and his complexion fair, Grant has a rather average-esque physical appearance. His height is a little above average for a boy his age. With it being five-foot-nine and his weight coming barely past one-hundred-and-fity-five pounds, he doesn‘t really have a muscular or even athletic build. It would be same to assume that Grant has more of a lean body type rather than anything athletic. His hair, when brushed goes past his ears and seems to stop around the neck length. In some lighting, it can appear reddish-brown. However, when in natural lighting, it appears to be a mildly-dark brown. His eyes are often confused for brown with a hint of green. Actually, they are a hazel color.

Grant really isn‘t one to dress really exotically or have any flashy shirts. Truth be told, he entire attire is rather simple. He has a collection of sweater vests, button-up shirts, t-shirts, and jeans of several make and colors. Shoes-wise, there is a variety. He has some that are meant for walking and some that are meant for formal events. Usually, he tends to wear semi-formal, walking shoes. Yes, actually, that would be a great way to describe his entire attire: Semi-formal and semi-casual.

No one really knows this, but Grant has a scar on his back. It‘s pretty large and he doesn‘t really like to talk about it. His father gave it to him on one, cold night. As for any piercings on his body, Grant doesn‘t have any. One, his father forbids it, and two, he doesn‘t really like needles.

Though Grant does speak, it is not careful consideration for not only his own sake, but for the sake of the person that he is going to share his words with. This stems from both his ability to craft words into deep and meaningful thoughts and his tendency to be minimal with his vocal expressions.

Grant has been told that he’s a great listener. Some people think that it comes second nature to him. He doesn’t understand what they mean exactly, but he can’t deny that there’s some truth to that. He’s also been told that, because he is a great listener, that is makes him more compassionate and caring, which there is some merit to that. Being caring and compassionate sometimes means that one has to listen carefully, which Grant does always. He tries to make sure to be keen to everything he hears, paying attention to every little detail, and then, when he’s heard it all, he will establish his own opinion and speak. This could come in the form of hearing someone’s side of a two-side story, or comforting his friends when they are upset. Quite frankly, Grant is a natural listener and a comforting soul. If a family member or a friend, or pretty much anyone, is upset, he will try his best to at least see what he can do to help them. Often, this doesn‘t always work out, but he tries his best to make sure that he at least knows that he gave it a shot.

Despite all of the positives about Grant about how he’s a great listener and a caring, comforting friend, people who don’t know him don’t see him as that way. To those that just meet him, they think he’s quiet and one of those types that are a bit creepy. It’s not that he looks as such, but he normally doesn’t talk to people. If anything, they’re the one who usually make the effort to talk to him first. Only when he’s pressured enough does Grant actually take the Avenger initiative to speak to someone. This could just be his effort to break past that shyness about him or maybe a girl he might like. It could really be a number of things. It just depends on Grant, to be quite honest.

For people that know Grant — and that meaning, they really know him — they would instantly spot when he’s not himself. Sure, he’s quiet, and that may be off-putting to people who don’t know him, but for his closest friends, they would know when something is wrong. It’s not in the way he’ll talk, because he hardly does that(the exception being for a good reason). No, what they’ll notice is that he’ll seem moody. There might be an instance where he will snap at someone. He’ll apologize almost immediately afterwards, but that’s how someone would know that he’s not himself. He’ll be in a more agitated state, be irritable to the little things, and on occasion, quite emotional to certain subjects or topics.

Pressure. That‘s one way to describe Grant‘s life from the day he could walk and form words, all the way to the month of September of 2015. His father has always put heaviy pressure on his children and his youngest is no exception to this. If anything, this makes Grant even more suspect to his father‘s expectations. They are high and as such, Grant usually feels stressed out more than ever when he‘s home. It has been so when he was growing up. Bringing home anything lower than a 95 percentile average always got Grant the belt and a lecture.

Even though the pressure and stress was on Grant to not become a failure to the esteemed Wells name, sometimes he didn‘t perform to the standards his father set. It was because of that exact reason Grant‘s father sometimes beat him. All of the kids got it, but among the five Wells children, Grant got it the worst. Sometimes the beatings would go for hours on end. The most common method was a belt. For some reason, Wesley preferred to use his trademark, black leather belt. Usually, it didn‘t hurt as bad as Grant thought it would, but one night when Grant was thirteen, his father beat him harder than ever. It was so bad that Grant had to go to the emergency room. While getting examined by the doctors, it was revealed that several lacerations were left on his back. One was so bad, and so deep that it not only required several dozen stitches to close it, but even after it healed, it left a large scar behind it. There were no charges filed due to the influence that Wesley had over Verona Hospital.

So, due to nothing happening, Grant kept on getting the beatings when he didn’t perform well. He couldn’t leave, nor could his mother or any of his siblings. They had nowhere to go, so they stayed, biding time for something to happen. Until then, they just do their best not to piss him off or upset him. Grant just prays that something could happen to him so that it would allow him to leave and take his family with him.

All they need is something — and that was about to happen, but Grant had no idea how bad it really was going to get.

The Wells name is rather infamous around the small town of Verona. They are known predominantly for Jack Wells, the patriarch of the Wells family. Having struck lucky back in the 50s and 60s, Jack Wells established a rich fortune through shady business practices. Due to this, the Wells family became quite wealthy for generations to come. They have held homes spanning into the dozens in not only states, but homes. Their latest purchase was one of the most expensive estates in Verona, Washington. It’s a large estate/house that rests comfortably on the nice side of Verona. It sits in the same neighborhood as the Kings.

The Wells Family Vehicles:

• Jack and Ellen are driven around in a Black 2015 Lincoln Town Car
• Wesley drives a Red 2015 Audi RS 7
• Amy, though she doesn't go to a lot of places, drives a Silver 2014 Mercedes Benze SL550 Convertible
• Thomas, though he has enough for a luxury car, prefers the classics. As such, he drives a Black and white, 1969 Chevrolet Camaro
• Adam and Ava, though they drive the same kind of car, they are both different colors. Adam drives a Green 2005 Honda Accord Sedan, while Ava drives a Blue 2005 Honda Accord Sedan

Jack Wells | Grandfather | 89

In his prime, Jack Wells was a ruthless son of a bitch. Often known for never taking no for an answer, Jack often played hot potato with the law. He never got caught, which meant all of the money he made — legal or otherwise — stayed within the Wells family. Either it made its way into Kaman Islands bank accounts, Swiss Bank Accounts, or his own, it’s safe to say that Jack — along with the rest of the Wells family — are incredibly wealthy.

But all of that was before he got grandchildren. Oh, how the light in his eyes shined like a brilliant star in the midnight sky. He changed his ways and decided that any money he had, be it legal or not, would go to them(of course, they would be set in a trust fund, monitored and managed by his only child, Wesley). Jack loves his grandchildren to death. Despite his son’s own attitude and bad habits, Jack treats them all with love and equality. He won’t admit it, but Grant is his favorite simply because he is the only son not to be tainted by the money, or his father’s sins.

Ellen Wells(formally West) | Grandmother | 80
There’s not much to really say about Ellen Wells. She grew up with Jack when they were kids. They married when they were eighteen, and surprisingly, have been together ever since. Unlike Jack, however, she did not do anything illegal throughout her life. She mostly stayed home taking care of Wesley until he was old enough to take part in what his father did for a living. And, like Jack, she also melted when she got grandchildren. She feels blessed that she has five wonderful grandchildren. All of them have received more than enough attention from her over the years. Grant is rather fond of his grandmother. She is kind to him and loving, unlike his father.

Wesley Keith Wells | Father | 55
Like father like son, right? Well, that’s how it is for Jack and Wesley. Though he ended up not choosing Jack’s line of work, but he’s equally as ruthless and equally as rich(okay, maybe not equally). Being one of the top doctors that Washington State has ever known, he’s in high demand. He specializes in Neurosurgery. He mostly takes the big bucks clients, usually millionaire and people similar.

Having all of that money and being quite successful in his career, Wesley holds a certain expectation for all of his kids. Most of them have went on to pursue careers that satisfied him, while two of them are still trying to get their feet off the ground. For Grant, Wesley seems to put all of the pressure on him since he’s the youngest. Added to that, Grant is also the only one still in high school. Because of that, Grant always feels the pressure from his father. Often, Wesley is on his ass, making sure his studies come before anything else. It shouldn’t be surprising that Grant’s father doesn’t approve of Wesley’s interest in art. He wants his son to be like his oldest siblings and pursue a career in law or medicine. Grant never speaks up to his father because he’s afraid that he’ll get another beating like the one he got when he was 13 years old, so he just keeps his mouth shut.

Amy Wells(formally Teddis) | Mother | 48
A Verona native, Amy comes from a family of seven siblings and a lot of uncles and aunts. Her family has had roots in Verona for a long time(probably since it was founded). Her family, the Teddis family, has been extremely close with the Wells family. Her father and Wesley’s father were frequent business partners — and good friends. So, it shouldn’t be a surprise that they grew up with each other. It also shouldn’t be surprising that they would eventually fall in love and get married. It wouldn’t be long until they settled in a nice home and started their family. Five kids they had and Grant their last. For a career, Amy’s family has a butcher shop called Teddis’ MEats. It has been one of the crown staples for fresh meat for Verona for fifty years. Amy worked there until she got married. It was handed to her sister, Anna.

For the past thirty years or so, Amy has been a housewife to five wonderful children, raising them to the best of her ability. She likes to think that they got their sweet souls from her loving, motherly nature. Though a few of them turned out to be like her…troubled husband, there are a couple that turned out to be sweet hearts, namely Grant and DanI. The both of them are disappointments to Wesley, but not to Amy. She loves them both, especially her baby. She was one of the few who were there for him after the beating he got early in his teenhood. She promised that it would never happen again and Amy made good on that promise. Even though a few slaps happened, nothing major like the scar on Grant’s back happened ever again.

Thomas Franklin Wells | Older Brother | 27
Not only is Thomas the oldest of the Wells siblings, but he’s by far the most favorite of Wesley simply because of his career choice. He followed Wesley in the path of becoming a doctor. Like Wesley, Thomas’ specialized field is Neurosurgery. Though not as gifted as Wesley is, Thomas has proved himself to be a rather capable doctor, bringing more than enough money for the Wells name. It’s safe to say that he’s the crown jewel of the Wells’ family.

To Grant, Thomas is like an idol — a person whom in which he looks up to more than anything. Despite that, there’s also a hint of jealousy between the two of them. Thomas is Wesley’ favorite, that is no secret. He’s always getting praise by Wesley, and as such, Grant often finds himself becoming jealous of his oldest brother because he wish that Wesley would give him that same kind of praise. However, despite that, Grant loves him oldest brother and the feeling is mutual. Often, Thomas gives Grant advice about a lot of things, but most of it seems to be about girls and speaking up more. Though he hates being told to “speak up”, he does appreciate the advice and he knows his brother means well.

Danielle Ashley Wells |Older Sister | 25
Like Grant, Danielle is somewhat a disappointment to the Wells household. She has yet to pick a field of study, which one could imagine was to the vast disappointment of Wesley. He employs a high expectation for his kids and Dani didn’t reach it.

For a job, she works as the Assistant Manager for Simoné’s Coffee Café. Not exactly up to par with what Wesley would want. Oh well, at least Grant isn’t alone in being ridiculed daily by their father. As a result, the two of them are rather close. Something about misery loves company or whatever. To her mother, she can do no wrong. She is proud of her daughter and what she has accomplished. Dani knows that her mother knows that she will eventually be able to do her father proud…one day.

Adam Brandon Wells| Older Brother | 22
Ava Brianna Wells |Older Sister | 22
Twins Adam and Ava, dress the same and act the same. They drive the same car and they go to the same college. Everything they do is always with each other. The only moments that they seem to be without each other is during those few moments when they are asleep and showering(and when partaking in their personal lives). They are pursuing a field in psychology, which fits since there is so much wrong with them, but no one judges them…in the family.

To Grant, they are a bit eccentric, but they’re also his loving siblings. In his mind, they are what makes the Wells household fun. Their odd ways certainly bring a special kind of charm to the dinner table. When they’re around, the pressure from their father is somewhat lifted, if only for just a little bit.

Attraction and Repulsion Field

Grant has the ability to push and pull objects and/or people towards him.

24

Male

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Alexandros Stefano Mossos

A, Alex, Xander, ASM, .

March 21st, 1997

18

Male

Hetero

Single and playing the field

Officially, High School Student; Unofficially, street racer, drug dealer, and BHS‘ resident Bad boy.

Senior

Transfer Student from West Beverly High(arrived when he was about to enter his Sophomore year); Jock(Baseball, Swimming, and Wrestling)

It‘s hard for Alexandros to hide his Greek ancestry. He has a thick mane of black hair and has a nearly flawless skin that tends to shade more towards white rather than brown. There is a moderate display of brown that is represented by his Italian and Romanian side. His hair is usually kept slick, combed back, and with a generous amount of gel in it to give it that shiny, silky appearance. When it is brushed all the way back, it touches the bottom of his neck. When kept unattended, it still reaches the back of the neck. In the front, it covers his eyes almost. Though, there is no hiding his alluring greenish-blue eyes. Even as dark as his hair is, there is no hiding Alexandros’ eyes. It is, without a shadow of a doubt, one of the key features about him that make Alex stand out above everyone else. Alex has a bit of a stubble on his face. It goes from his sideburns all the way to his chin and above his lip. Some say it makes him look more approachable. Others say it makes him look sexy. Whichever the case, it‘s there and it isn‘t going anywhere anytime soon.

Alex has been told that he‘s quite tall. He doesn‘t see it though. Maybe it has something to do with most of his family being halfway to seven feet in their vertical frame. Maybe it‘s because most of the people that he has known all of his life have been closer to his height. Or maybe he‘s just in denial. Whatever the case may be, it can‘t be denied by Alex or anyone else for that matter that a solid six-feet-and-three inches is definitely one to stop, and simply admire. Pair that with Alexandros‘ fit physique, and you have one remarkable, and quite handsome young man. His body, though not totally ripped, holds a certain firmness upon touch. His abdomens specifically are quite firm. He has been known to be able to take a punch or two in the gut and not hunch over as if he was about to cough up blood. That could be rooted in his upbringing of having more than a normal teenage boy’s fair share of fights. The rest of his body is also well-built too. His arms, when bended, seem to show a curve and definition in his muscles. His legs aren‘t all that big, but it should be noted that they are, much like the rest of his body, firm. It should come to no surprise that Alexandros‘ weight easily passes the 175lbs mark. In fact, if one were to weigh him right now, he would come closer to two-hundred pounds. Surely that‘s something worth nothing, yes/

Following a certain status quo, Alex dresses only in the finest clothing. You will never catch him wearing anything other than brand name: Prada, Gucci, pretty much if it‘s expensive and exclusive, odds are that he‘s going to be wearing it. That being said, Alexandros is one to often wear semi-formal wear at all times. He might be a prep, but that doesn‘t mean that he necessarily is into the sweater vests and stripes shirts. He‘s more about the long and short-sleeve shirts, dress pants often of designer make, dress shoes made out of pure leather, and pretty much anything a richie-rich type would have in his closet.

Alexandros--

• Refuses to let anyone in the middle-class and below directly talk to him. They always have to go through a proxy.
• Has a habit of excessively cracking his joints(knuckles, neck, wrist, toes, back).
• Can‘t stand it when someone takes the last slice of Sausage Pizza from the cafeteria. He will turn heaven and earth to find the son of a bitch that did, and make them pay(usually by beating their ass in the courtyard)
• Has a habit of talking in the third person
• Suffers from restless leg syndrome.
• Cocks his head slightly when angered; scratches it when nervous
• Likes to eat a 8k calory meal before any big sporting event

It is as if Alexandros is embodying the Greek within him; it is almost as if the gods themselves are being channeled through this seventeen year-old Greek-Italian-Romanian-now-American young man. He‘s able to sway almost anyone to his way of thinking. Even if people are hesitant on agreeing with whatever he is trying to get to them agree to, he will use his god(s)-given charm to make them see that he’s right. Even if Alexandros isn’t right — which, unsurprisingly, is most of the time — he will act as if he were. He, almost all of the time, has a smug-like grin on his face. He doesn’t have to say a word to get people to have a bad feeling about him, which is rightly placed. Alexandros, much like his family, is bad news to those that know of what his family is. The thing is, hardly anyone outside of his close circle of friends(they don’t seem to have a problem with him). Even if word got around that his family is not so nice, almost every single time that it would come up in a conversation, Alexandros has been able to change the subject with grace. In other words, he can do it like a fucking boss.

As it was noted, Alexandros is able to sway people to see his line or reasoning, but there‘s more to that. Behind his words — those false-security words — lays an ulterior motive. Behind his sweet, elegantly-spoken words, is nothing but ill-intentions. At the core of it, those words come from a manipulator, because that‘s exactly what Alexandros is. He manipulates people almost to the point of doing it just out of pure boredom. He enjoys seeing those ants squirm as he ponders on what to do with them. Sometimes, he might feel like spreading rumors just to see how far it can go, or sometimes Alex will set up certain people to be publicly humiliated for the shits and giggles. He gets off knowing that, even though he might get caught, there‘s hardly anything anyone could do about it. His family has connections. These are the kind of connections that make him nearly invincible from simple school district punishment.

Though Alexandros plays a lot of pranks on people and manipulates the hell out of most, there is, somewhere deep down inside his rotten core, some redeeming qualities. They haven‘t been shown, but they are there. Somewhere in the pit of his stomach is something that will balance him out and actually make him seem not as shitty has most would believe him to be. Despite all of the fights he gets into either by his own doing or the result of someone else having a problem with him(which is a lot), there is at least something in him that might suggest that Alexandros Stefano Mossos isn‘t a complete lost cause. The only problem is that, despite what some might hope for, Alexandros probably doesn‘t have those, not without something drastic happening to him. It‘s a sad truth, but that is what life is and that‘s what Alexandros is.

Alexandros, much to his annoyance, has been told the story of how his parents fell in love. Something about Athens and a hotel and meeting at a café. He really didn’t care for the specifics, mainly because he didn’t want to hear how his father, Baltazar wooed Alex’s mother, and fucked her brains out. Yeah, talk about vomit-inducing. Besides, as long as they seemed happy, that’s all he cared about. Though, he couldn’t’ say the same about his little sister. Ava Brie Massos was her name, and she was a die-hard romantic. She loved hearing about the tale of how father wooed mother. Mother must have told it to her a million times. Oh well, as long as she was satisfied.

Anyways, Alexandros’ family is pretty wealthy. Both sides of his family are Mafia, and a lot of money comes with that. Then again, his mother defied her father, and left with Balt(Spoiler alert: she was preggers with Alexandros). Whatever, combined with the money that father got from the Mossos Crime Family of Athens, and DiVale-Mossos Incorporated, they were living pretty large. Like think stacks upon stacks of money that one began to wonder exactly how they would spend that much money. Alexandros has a Ferrari that he drives to school every day, his sister has a Mercedes Benz, and mom and pop both have their own car lot. Talk about rich. They also live in such a big house that it would make the Kardashians jealous. Yeah, they’re that loaded.

Officially

• Wrestling, Baseball, and Swimming Team

Unofficially/Illegally

• The Athens Gambling Ring
• Beverly Hills‘ Street Racing Scene

N/A

• Is quite active in several illegal activities in Beverly High School, such as drugs, alcohol, and hazing
• Is an avid street racer
• Drives a 2015 Red Ferrari 450 Spider Coup

Alexandros’ Family:
Grandfather: Dario Bertoldo Mossos- Deceased
Grandmother: Giorgina (Nee-DiVale)-Mossos- Deceased
Mother: Adrianna Gina DiVale-Mossos/41
Father: Baltazar Hektor Mossos/45
Younger Sister: Ava Brie Mossos/15

Roza Natalia Kristova

R Rozy the Rat

Month/Day/Year

18

Female

Out Bi-Sexual

Single

Senior

Half-Bulgarian and half-Persian, it‘s no wonder that Roza is one beautiful young lady. Her skin is something of a light caramel shade. Though some would debate that it‘s simply a dark tan, one cannot deny that it makes her cocoa orbs pop. Or perhaps it‘s the long, flowing, sienna hair that goes all the way down to her mid-back. It‘s highlighted with a brownish-orange shade. In some light, her hair can appear to have a hint of blonde in it, but that just might be the lighting itself. Who knew what fantastic shades could be present in hair in the right kind of light? It‘s not like any of that matters. Roza is a beautiful girl — a beautiful, exotic girl. That brown skin mentioned earlier is complemented perfectly with a height that isn‘t Amazon-y at all. In fact, she falls into the height category of average, with her being no higher than sixty-six inches. Her weight, while necessarily important, should be noted that it‘s not incredibly high. This is due to the fact that Roza has a slim figure with admirable curves(both top, front side, and bottom backside). While one wouldn‘t say she necessarily is on levels of some porn stars, it could be argued that Roza turns heads quite a lot, usually by the jocks, but who‘s keeping track, really? Either way, Roza has a nice body that most would agree upon, and probably, more often than not, drool over.

Often one to present herself in clothing that’s classy but not pricy, Roza tends to dress herself in bright colors, often pastals. She doesn’t enjoy doing the whole dark and gloomy thing that the Goths and Emos seem to fancy. She holds nothing against those that do, but that’s just not her style. She likes her clothes refined. As such, you could find her closet being full of trendy jeans, dresses usually that stop just above her knees, heels and flattops, jackets of solid colors, and purses — so many purses. She has small, large, medium, fashionable purses. So, just by looking at her closet, one could already tell that Roza is quite girly. As far as jewelry is concerned, she doesn’t have a lot of it. Roza doesn’t like jewelry that much, but she has enough to satisfy her jewelry-wearing needs. She mostly has a moderate amount of rings, necklaces, bracelets, and earrings. There is one piece of jewelry that she cherishes above all else. It is a necklace with a pure silver necklace with a locket. Inside that locket is a picture of her, Reza, and their parents. She always wears it and if anything were to happen to it — like get stolen or something — she would probably have a heart attack of some kind.

There‘s always been a strong sense of wrong and right with Roza. Ever since birth, she was always the one that often told on people if they weren‘t doing everything that were following the rules or law. This often put her in a tough spot when it came to popular opinion from everyone, especially the popular kids at school. She doesn‘t let it bother her, though! She knows that by informing the proper authorities about any illegal activity is the right thing to do. She has to believe that‘s the right thing. If she didn‘t, everything she believed it would be for nothing.

Be it with her brother or those closest to her, Roza has always been quite overprotective of them. Sometimes coming off as very bossy towards them. If she catches them steering from the path that will lead them into trouble, she will make it her mission to make sure that they get back on the road, and drive safely. It comes from a loving place, and few times out of ten, it seems that way. However, as she has learned from the reactions from most, it‘s not always the case. Her friends, especially her brother, seem to dislike it greatly when she scolds them for doing what they think is fun. Their definition of fun isn‘t exactly what she would consider fun. For them, ditching class, and smoking drugs are fun. To her, always doing what is right and being able to live a safe life is what she would call fun. Perhaps she just needs to loosen up a bit, but that won‘t be happening anytime soon. At least, not while she has so many people that seem to take great joy in, what she wholeheartedly believes, is actually setting them up to fail later in life.

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Valerie Isabelle De la Cruz

V, Val,

11/1/97

17

Female

Bisexual

Spanish(35%), Brazilian(35%), Cuban(20%), Italian(10%)

They say that great things come in small packages, so they must‘ve been talking about Valerie Isabelle de la Cruz. With her barely-past sixty-five-inch, vertical frame, she doesn't pose any kind of real threat when it comes to first appearances, but don‘t let any of that fool you. Where she lacks in height, Val more than makes up for it in her sultry, slim figure. With a round rump that catches everyone‘s attention to a bust that, to some might be small, she really makes it work for her. With the right body positions and the right kind of bras, Valerie makes everything the good lord gave her work for her in all the right ways. That‘s not even counting the fact of her long, dark brown hair, which have gorgeous highlights to further enhance its beauty, that‘s paired beautifully with a set of hazelnut eyes. The last bit that brings Val around full-circle is the light shade of brown her skin has. Completely flawless and completely beautiful, it shows just where each, individual part of her heritage comes through - even her Italian side is seen through it. Truly, Valerie works with what she was given and then some.

To put Valerie‘s fashion style in mere words would be an insult to not only Valerie herself, but fashion as a whole. There are no words for it. The only thing that could be said is that Valerie has good tastes. Depending on the season and occasions, Val‘s closet could be seen full of elegant dresses and the finest high heels that are crafted by big-named designers. Sometimes her closet has a wide-variety of tops and bottoms. Accessory-wise, she tends to collect brand name items only. Val has a particular liking to shiny accessories, which include but not limited to: diamond rings and earrings, a wide variety of gemstones and other such stones, silk scarves, and many more. When it comes to other…personal items of clothing, Val has always preferred the feel of lace. Well, when it came to her lower body. Nothing complements her natural curves more than silk, especially if it’s a bra. So, overall, Valerie has quite the excessive and extravagant fashion sense, not to mention quite expensive. Any man who lands her better be willing to spend big time on her.

No scars to really note, but Valerie has many places on her body in which a needle has pierced a hole through. Of course she has her ears pierced. Any teenaged girl who is even half like Val wouldn't go a second after their sweet sixteen to get their ears pierced. But, that‘s not the only part of her body that has a hole in it. She has both nipples pierced, as well as her belly button, and certain private areas that are only for those she deems special to see. Fact is, Valerie doesn't have any shame when it comes to having jewelry lodged in it. She actually quite enjoys it. It makes her feel like she‘s different from certain people. No tattoos, though. She has been meaning to get a few, though.

✔ Glitz and Glamor
✔ Name-brand attire and accessories
✔ Shopping
✔ Starbucks!
✔ Spicy food
✔ Hispanic food(all kinds)
✔ Music
✔ The Nightclub life
✔ Drinking Alcohol
✔ Mexican Chocolate
✔ Keeping up with her Social Media accounts
✔ Gossiping
✔The color pink
✔ Trashy reality television
✔ Teen Dramas, Soap Operas, and Romantic movies

✘ Handouts
✘ Off-brand anything(food, beverages, clothing, accessories)
✘ Processed food.
✘ COuntry and Blues music
✘ Writers and Artists
✘ The color black
✘ Laziness
✘ Fat people
✘ Cartoons/Anime

Shopping
Partying
Social Media

Flipping her hair to get someone's attention
Going full Latina mode when someone pisses her off.
Looking at her nails when she's bored of something or someone.
Twirling a strand of her hair in her right or left index finger when she's thinking about something important.

☠Getting rejected
☠Ending up alone.
☠not being able to tell fantasy from reality

They say you can learn a lot just by watching someone walk. Well, if that’s true, then simply watching Valerie walk would instantly give anyone the impression that she knows how to wow a crowd with the way her hips rock side-to-side each time she takes a step. They would know that she can command any crowd of people just by the way her posture is. From the way her face makes this sexy yet mysterious expression each time she walks into a room all the way to the way she flips her hair to get the attention of a certain someone shows that Valerie not only has the ability to command a room, but she has the confidence and swagger to back it up. Fact is, if someone were to challenge her on if she could hold her own in some kind of stand off, odds are that Valerie would win.

With all of the confidence that she has within herself and her body and her posture, there comes a certain elitism with it. Such an attitude can also be coupled by her interest in being flirtatious. This is so because, when she’s dressing all fancy and sexy, she often gets the attention of a lot of men — some her age and some older. For the ones her age, she entertains them for a while. Nothing that she wouldn’t be afraid to tell her mother, but nothing prudish, either. When it comes to the older men, however, let’s just say that Valerie likes to play around a bit. If they are of the creepy variety, she enjoys playing a little bit. A girl has to have her fun, right? Well, that’s what she likes to think. Besides, why would a sixteen-year-old actually want to hook up with some old geezer? Like can you say gross? She’s not that kind of girl. Though, Val could get into the idea of someone rather intriguing, and being good-looking isn’t a bad thing to be.

And thus brings us to where Val’s playful side can turn dark and deadly.

It’s true that she likes to play her games and also true that there are certain lines she wouldn’t necessarily cross. Yet, despite that, once in a blue moon, there will come a time where a guy - be he in her age group or over - will catch her eye so much that she will want him all to himself. It doesn’t matter if he’s married, with someone, or simply not interested, she will obsess over him. She will obsess over him so much that she would want to know who they are, what they do for a job, where they live, if they’re single or not, — just about everything about them would be like her drug. Sure, it might seem a bit stalkerish, but she doesn’t see it like that. No, Valerie simply sees it at going for what she wants, no matter the consequences that will follow.

When she gets into this kind of mindset, the dark layers of Valerie are seen. She gets to be unstable at times. Well, probably more like unpredictable. No one knows what she’s going to do when she enters her stalker-bitch mode. She could follow someone everywhere they go, she could attempt crimes like murder or whatever. Seriously, nobody really does know what she’s capable of when she loses all sense of reality. To put it simply, she goes coo-coo for cocoa puffs. God help anyone who gets in the way of what she wants.

People that know about her dark side want to think that she can control it. And sure, maybe there are times where she isn’t in that frame of mind. It’s not like it’s an off and on-switch. It’s not like one minute she’s a materialistic, have-fun-with-boys girl, and the next minute she goes completely delusional — no it’s nothing like that. It’s more like, she obsesses. Hard. So hard that she can’t control it, and looses all sense of what’s right and wrong. It doesn’t mean that Valerie is a bad person. She just needs to have someone to keep her in check. Ya know, just someone to tell her — hey, I know he’s cute and you probably would have lots of fun figuring out who he is, but it’s not right— but she doesn’t. Well, at least not yet. If she found someone like that, then perhaps Valerie wouldn’t be as unstable and unpredictable as most believe her to be. Perhaps if she found someone like that, she would be able to channel all of her obsessive energy into something less dangerous to her own mental well-being.

To say that she comes from a broken home would be technically accurate. Valerie does indeed have family problems that follow the typical scenario of her parents, at some point leaving her and her older sister. Sure, that fits into a cliché scenario, but it wasn’t always like that. For about the first ten years of life, Valerie and her older sister, Adrianna Gabrielle, were raised by their two parents, a one Armando Luis Ricardo Gomez, a construction worker, and their mother, Victoria Evangeline de la Cruz, a nurse.

They lived in Las Vegas, Nevada. They lived about twenty miles west of the Las Vegas Strip. Life, though there was decent money coming in from both parents, was still hard. Armando was abusive and drank a lot. Victoria was afraid of what he might do if she ever stood up to him, so she didn’t. He never raised a hand to his children, but he beat up his wife plenty of times. Some times were worse than others and some times she only got a few punches. Even though that was a blessing of some kind, it still wasn’t good — not by a long shot.

As Valerie rolled around the age of ten, things got pretty bad for her home life. Her father was hardly around. He spent most of his free time at the casinos. That wasn’t all. Valerie always heard her sister and mother fighting about how her father was spending all of their money gambling. It wouldn’t have been bad if he was winning, but he wasn’t. He was losing every time and it got to the point when he was so deep in debt that he borrowed from the wrong people. He was able to pay his debts - and then some. He apparently had money leftover, so he decided to celebrate by doing the same thing that got him into that mess: gambling.

When Armando got rid of that money, he borrowed from the same people. Sure, they gave him more, but this time they wanted him to do something. And sure, he did. The cycle kept on repeating for several weeks. He would gamble, spend, borrow, do things for these people over and over again. It got to the point when Armando was never home. He had quit his job and joined this gang of people he had been borrowing from. That would have been okay with Victoria. Sure she would have been mad that he got them involved in that life and that he quit his job, but they would have been able to manage somehow. It was the fact that, at some point, Armando screwed things up with that gang, and they wanted repayment for all the times he borrowed from them. He, without a single warning, fled. He left his family to deal with whatever he left behind. More specifically, he left all of that on Victoria, and this gang wanted repayment from her. She had nothing to offer, so she gave herself up.

And so that left a seventeen year old Adrianna to look after her ten year old sister, Valerie. With limited money leftover from her mother, Adrianna packed up what little things that her and Valerie had, and bought a bus ticket to LA to move in with their cousin, Alexander. He lived in a similar neighborhood as they did back in Las Vegas. It wasn’t ideal, but it was the best thing that they could do. And for a while, it was a decent living situation. Valerie went to school and Adrianna got a job as a waitress. It was working for a while — well, that’s until Alexander got picked up by Immigration. Granted, this wasn’t until three or four years later, but it still put a damper on their living situation. Adrianna had gotten enough money in savings that she could take over the rent. It was working too, but then the bills started piling up after a while. It got to the point where Adrianna had to think of alternative ways of getting money.

One day at her job, a man approached her about possibly modeling. Adrianna, being highly attractive, thought it was worth a shot. Turned out that the modeling gig was actually being a cam model. Still, not the worst thing she heard getting offered. So, she took the gig. It paid reasonably, and it got them into a better neighborhood. So, she wasn’t complaining.

Adrianna tried to keep what she did from Valerie as much as she could, but soon her little sister found out, and Valerie wasn’t mad - not one bit. She understood that Adri had to do what she had to do for the money. And besides, it got them out of that crummy neighborhood, so why would she complain? However, as the next two years came up, Adrianna soon realized that Val knowing about what she did started to affect her. Val started hanging out with the wrong crowds, coming in late, and having clothing that was too rich for the allowance that she was getting from Adrianna. When asked about it, Val simply said that friends bought it for her. Adrianna didn’t buy it one bit, but she let the subject die.

Well, that was until something happened that would cause Adrianna to worry.

When Valerie came home one time, she was all bruised, her clothing was ripped, and she could see it in her sister’s eyes that something really bad had happened. When she asked, Valerie couldn’t answer. She knew that her sister had been sexually assaulted. Even worse than that, Valerie looked as though it had been going on for a while, but because she was always coming in late and went to her room, Adrianna didn’t notice it.

After Val was able to see a doctor and get a rape kit done, Adrianna knew that they weren’t safe, so, like in Las Vegas, she got all of their stuff packed, and hopped into her car. Just at sixteen and Adrianna at twenty-seven, they drove for north. They had an uncle and aunt in a small town in Washington. Verona, if Adrianna was right. They should be safe there, or so Adrianna prays they will be.

Armando Luis Ricardo Gomez | Father | 54 | Former Construction Worker | Unknown Whereabouts
Valerie nor Adrianna know where Armando is at - and good riddence. As far as their concerned, they have no father.
Victoria Evangeline de la Cruz | Mother | 45 | Former Nurse, Current Occupation Unknown | In Las Vegas
Because of Armando's doing, Victoria was forced to stay back and pay his debt. According to recent emails, she is still paying them off. Last Val and Adri last heard, she is working at some gas station. She tries to call and email them as often as she can.
Adrianna Gabrielle de la Cruz | Older Sister | 27 | Former Cam Model
Not only was Adri Val's main care provider for the majority of her life, but she's also her best friend. These two are probably the closest that any siblings could be. Sure, they have their moments when they fight, but they really do love each other. Val wouldn't know where she would be without her older sister - and the same goes for Adri to Val.
Jesse Lorenzo Gomez | Uncle | 46 | Assistant Manager at Simonè's Cafe
Brother to Armando, Jesse has no similarities with his older brother past the relation. He and his family live in Copper Hill.
Angelina Ariana (nee-Aguilar) Gomez | Aunt | 42 | Lawyer
Wife to Jesse and mother to Carlos, Angelina works as a Civil Liberties Lawyer for the town of Verona. Her boss — and main source of her income — is based out of Seattle. She is a loving and caring woman, but gets rather temperamental when dealing with certain people within the legal system. She doesn't really like the Verona Police Chief.
Carlos Gomez | Cousin | 15 | Student at Lincoln Memorial High

Energy Wave Emission, also called Energy Pulse Emission

Energy Wave Emission gives Valerie the ability to send out waves of pure energy(her's is uniquely pink) at

When Valerie first found out that she had this ability, it was all new to her. She didn’t know what it was. All she knew is that, before she knew it, there was a radiant, pink energy being expelled from her hands and other parts of her body. They came in various sizes and shapes. It started as a simple, linear beam, even that was enough to crush solid rock. However, the more she found herself …experimenting with it, she found she was able to do so much more. She found out that the ability she had inside her was much more flexible. She was able to release it in much more than just a wave. She could send pulses of energy, rings, spirals, balls(current max is five basketball-shaped orbs), and destructive bursts of energy.

Along with the ability to create various forms of her pink energy, she can further manipulate to reach nearly 360 degrees. It may not be quite exact, but Valerie is able to send this pink energy in almost a complete circle to reach those that wish to harm her. The way she does this is that Val charges up, and unleashes it by attempting to spin her body. The form it takes is quite similar to Satturn’s rings in that meaning it has a row of three individual parts that are about three inches tall with two inches in-between each section, giving its total height, vertically, of fifteen inches. Depending on the amount of energy put into each try, it could either wipe out a few rows of solid rock or one brick wall.

Though a work-in-progress, Valerie has been able to tap into the area of life energy to gain basic healing-esque powers. Of course, with this being untested and unproven for Valerie to be able to do it effectively, one could only make an educated guess on whether or not if she could actually heal mortal wounds. At best, she probably heal mild wounds, but even that’s a shoddy guess.

With such a power at her disposal, there are some obvious drawbacks in using it. Take the base form of the ability of using energy in various forms. Sure, it‘s an effective power when dealing with either singular obstacles or even multiple obstacles, but there‘s a limit to how much energy Valerie can unleash as well as how much time she could continuously use it. Though she hasn‘t exactly reached her maximum limits, there seems to be an area of five minutes of on-and-off use where fatigue starts to kick in. She also found that her energy blasts could get deflected, especially when fired at reflective surfaced like mirrors and other glass-based objects.

When it comes to her omnidirectional-wave sub-ability, Val has a rather impressive range. As tested by Val herself, it was measured by her own doing that she has a sixteen and a half feet radius. She has yet to master the circumference. Added to that, her waves are only as stable as her own state of mind is. Given that she‘s currently on the fringes of madness, there‘s a chance that she might do more harm than good. If anyone is on her side, might be best to be wary of your position. Get at least seventeen feet away way, and you should be in safe distance.

So many things that are limited and weakened when it comes to Valerie‘s work-in-progress, sub-ability of using life energy to heal(either herself or others). Because of that reason, it takes an incredible amount of her energy reserves to even heal the most basic of wounds. Added to the fact that she has to output more than usual just to have a chance of healing, there also comes a certain risk. Because she doesn‘t have a very stable mind, Val runs the risk of confusing the use of someone else‘s life energy and using her life force energy to heal. To heal, one needs perfect stability in their own mind so they can focus and concentrate on the matter at hand. Simply because she doesn‘t, Val wouldn‘t be in her right mind to be the one to heal. Like stated, it‘s very much a work in-progress.

Violandrea Jessibelle Banks

V, Vio, Viola,

May 31st, 1998

17

Female

Not important

British(50%), Swedish(35%), German(15%)

Single

Heiress, Daddy's Little Girl, Model

Senior

Head Prep Animal

Vio might not be to-the-bone, anorexic, supermodel skinny, but she is quite thin - and tall. Okay, so maybe she's kind of above-average in height, but most certainly not weight. She passes 5'11 easily, and her weight is probably somewhere in the lower-140s of pounds. Actually, she does seem to be quite the tall, skinny thing. Yet, when you look at her, you don't see someone who is taken back by her lack of meat on her bones- no, Vio isn't like that. She wears her height and thin frame as if it was something to be proud of - and why shouldn't she? With someone that has long, strawberry blonde hair and piercing green eyes as she does, she deserves to be proud in the body that god gave her. On the plus side, her ass and tits are quite large considering that she should be a flat-chested, no-booty-bearing woman. But nope - she has junk in both back and front. So yeah, you go girl! She has a few piercings here and there - a few in each ear, her nose, and her belly button. She doesn't have any tattoos ...yet. That's going to be something she treats herself to on her 18th birthday - but don't tell daddy. That's supposed to be a secret.

When it comes to her fashion sense, Vio is one of the materialistic ones. First off, her daddy is super rich, so she can afford the designer make clothes that her superficial elitism demands. Her closet has a wide range of dresses and other assorted attire - well, it is a walk-in closet that puts the Kardashians to shame. She has animal print dresses, elegant dresses, formal dresses, sexy dresses. Yeah, she has a lot of dresses, but she also has jeans, T-shirts. As great the amount of dresses and jeans and shirts that she has are, her shoes are really where one begins to look at her closet and just say—okay Vio, you have a lot of shoes. Like shit girl, you need to calm your shit — and to that, Vio shrugs them off. She likes the fact that she has a lot of shoes. If you try to convince her to sell them — well, you better watch out. She is not nice when it comes that subject.

Viola

• Has a thick, English/British accent, which people often joke about being too thick.
• Likes to twirl her hair in one of two scenarios
  
  • when she sees someone or something she likes
  • when she is plotting something devious
• Can't help but giggle when something amuses her.
• Rubs someone's arm when flirting, and doesn't break eye contact.

There are two sides to every coin. It doesn’t matter the value or the country of its origin make, there’s always a heads and a tails side. The heads side is what everyone sees. It’s what everyone is exposed to first. Often, it’s the most pleasing one. There’s really nothing off-putting about it. You see it, and know what it’s about. Whether it’s in a positive or negative light, you know it’s at least there. However, what most don’t realize is that there’s a second side to this coin. This side is the tails. It’s hidden from view, only revealed when the time is right. This side is nasty, vengeful, and often murderous-esque. It’s the true side of this coin, and by far the one that everyone should look out for.

And this is exactly how Violandrea Banks is like.

She has her heads side of a coin that acts as a welcoming, energetic, sassy, often blunt in her words, general ball of fun girl. This side of Vio is what most would call her surface level. It’s inviting, and often misleading. TO everyone that knows little about her, this is how she is. Only those who have crossed her path know what she is really like underneath all of that. Only those that she feels that have wronged her know that Violandrea Banks is a vengeful, spiteful, two-faced, two-timing, bottom-feeding bitch that holds the longest grudges. She never forgets who had wronged her or those she holds dearest to her heart — like her stepsister, Bianca Salazar, for example. She never will forget who humiliated her nor will she ever forgive who humiliated her dear stepsister. She will plan out detailed, vile plans about the demise of those that wrong her. If you’re on that list, be wary when around her.

Violandrea Banks wasn’t always in Beverly Hills, let alone The United States of America. She was actually born and half-raised in London, England where her father was married to her mother, Isabelle Corette. To her knowledge, Viola and Jon’s parents were together ever since they were kids themselves. They grew up with each other, went to school with each other, fell in love with each other, and eventually got married with each other. He sought a career in business and she one in modeling. Life was difficult, especially when she gave up hers five years into the marriage because of the birth of Jonathan. Viola remembered how petty that her mother was(according to her father). The birth of her son was more like a curse, and it only got worse when Viola was born. Apaprently that’s when it got really bad with them.

Viola was too young at the time to really know what the cause was. It wasn’t until much later when she was old enough to understand that her mother despised both of her children for how they ruined her shots to be the next Tyra Banks. She blamed them so much that, whenever she got the chance, Isabelle would remind them that they are the reason she became a housewife and how they would never amount to anything. She grilled into them so many times that, by the time that Jon was around fifteen and Viola barely eight, their father had enough. He filed for divorce, got sole custody of both children, took all of his money, and went to go live with his brother in LA, there was where the next chapter of Viola’s life started - and just a bunch new problems started.

Fast-forward about seven years, and Viola and her brother, Jon found a new home and a new family. Their father met someone just four years ago. Some half-Portugese, half-Hungarian Real Estate Mogul by the name of Evangeline Salazar. She had two kids. One was around Jon’s age, and his name was Jaime Salazar, and the other just two years younger than Viola. This one was named Bianca. What could Viola really say about the new additions to her family? She didn’t care for them at first. She found Jaime to be a bit too much of a beach bum to be any interest. And Bianca seemed just as disinterested in her own addition to the family she knew to really give any shits about Viola, Jon , or their father. It wasn’t until Viola and Bianca spent some time together that they realized they had a lot more in common than they thought. Just like their respective parents that married each other, Bianca’s father was a no-good dirt bag who abused her mother constantly. And just like Viola, he always reminded Bianca and Jaime that they were worthless pieces of shit who wouldn’t amount to anything. So, it turned out that the Salazars weren’t all bad.

And that’s when Viola and Bianca became almost inseperable.

And at the time of realizing all of this, Viola was fifteen while Bianca was thirteen.

Throughout the past couple of years, they became best friends. She would look out for Bianca for as long as she possibly could. She would protect her from anyone that sought to do her harm, and if need be, plan revenge against anyone who wronged her. Little did Viola know, that’s exactly what she would end up doing.

Not even a year later, Bianca came home crying one day. Viola demanded to know and Bianca told her about how she was on a date with the new kid at school, Alexandros Mossos, telling him about another girl at school, Audrey Huntsberg, and then a nasty rumor was spread around school about how Bianca was a nasty hoe and that she had a STD or something. It obviously wasn’t true, but it was enough to tarnish her reputation. It didn’t take long - perhaps a week or so - before everyone heard about the rumor, and that they had completely shunned her. Worst yet, when viola did her own research, it was learned that Audrey Huntsberg started the rumor(or at least sent the tip to the West Coast Gossip Girl), and that she was quite possibly seeing someone by the name of Alexandros Mossos. This lit a fire under Viola’s belly.

“Don’t worry kiddo, I’ll get them for you. They’ll never know what hit them.”

Was what she said to Bianca at the end of that week. And she would go about it like a Trojan Horse. She will take them down from the inside. She would befriend Alexandros, and slowly but surely, know everything about him only so that she could rip him apart from the core. As for Audrey, she would bide her time until the little bitch left a weak spot open for Viola to exploit. It would only be a matter of time…

The Party Scene
Pep Rallies

Family: House | Conrad's 2015 Black Aston Martin Vanquish | Eva's Cherry Red 2015 Infinity Q50 | Jon's 2015 Dark Gray BMW M4 Convertible | Jaime's 1967 Dark Blue Chevorlet Impala | Viola's Blue 2015 Masarati Turismo Convertible | Bianca's 2000 Magma Red Mercedes-Benz CLK

Conrad Adrian Banks | Father | 52 | Owner of several nightclubs along the West Coast
Evangeline "Eva" Natalia Salazar-Banks | Stepmother | 48 | Real Estate Mogul. She runs the most-profitable real estate agency in Beverly Hills.
Jonathan Patrick Banks | Brother | 25 | Manager of The High Life, one of the many Night Clubs that Conrad Banks, Jonathan and Viola's father, owns.
Jaime Luis Salazar | Stepbrother | 24 | Senior @UCLA whose major is Criminal Justice and a minor in Philosophy. Lives in a dorm on the UCLA campus, but frequently visits the Salazar-Banks home.
Bianca Salazar | Stepsister | 15 | Currently a Sophomore at West Beverly High. Ever since the rumors of her having an STD(they were proved to be false) last year, Bianca was so embarrassed that she transferred out of Beverly Hills High School, and started to go to West Bev. The children know of what happened, and Violandrea vowed to take revenge on those that wronged Bianca, namely Alexandros Mossos and Audrey Huntsberg.

TBD

Ava Brie Mossos

Just Ava

3/29/1999

16

Female

Mainly Heterosexual, but is also bicurious

Single

Part-Time Cook at a Diner near Beverly Hills High School

Junior

Undecided

Ava is built modestly. She isn't too tall, with her height being just about average at about 5'5, and her weight, very average for a girl her size at about 120lbs. Everything about Ava's body is well-built: her curves, the way her butt and breasts are proportioned throughout her body. Ava has a 36B breast size. She has a moderately thin waist and stomach, but not too thin that it makes her look anorexic. She is desirable enough to bring attention to herself. Her skin is a natural medium tan color(blame her half-Greek, half-Italian blood for that one). Her hair is long and brown, eyes, opposite to her brother, Alexandros, are green.

Ava, contrary to her family's wealth and how many of the latest trends that are at her disposal, prefers to wear clothes that are relaxing, loose-fitting no matter what year they are from. Some could call this a tomboy approach and some call it casual. Alexandros often teases her for it, but when it comes down right to it, Ava likes to dress comfortably. That isn't to say that she won't splurge in a hot trend here and there. She does like to buy skirts - sometimes ones that are frilly. However, most of the time, you could see Ava in something quite comfortable like jeans, sometimes sundresses, and various forms of tops and blouses. If there is one piece of clothing that she's really specific about and one that she will never go without, it's her black leather jacket that her father got from her last time he was in Greece. It was made twenty years ago from an old family friend, and ever since she got it on her fifteenth birthday, she never wore an outfit that didn't have that included.

Aside from the expected ear and belly button piercing, Ava doesn' t have any other notable body piercings. It's not because she hasn't gotten the chance, but she just doesn' t want to have needles near her. She doesn' thave any tattoos, but they may happen in time.

Right off the bat, Ava can brilliantly match anyone with a witty, sarcastic comment or comback as if it were second nature to her. For Ava Mossos, she is hardly ever serious. No one can really ever tell if she's actually trying to speak to someone on an intellectual level or just poke fun, sometimes mock, their intellect. Hardly anyone has been able to detect if Ava Mossos is kidding or not. Truth be told, she does it so well that she may even have herself confused about whether or not she's serious or if she's always trying to get a rise out of someone by continuously playing the sarcastic tongue.

Underneath a mocking, teasing front that she always puts on, Ava is actually a really sweet girl. Some call her the softie of the Mossos-DiVale family. Compared to her brother, Alexandros she is easier to get to know. Her layers aren't as complex. While her brother is more layered and interwoven like a maze within an onion within a needle stack, Ava's layers are more like someone trying to warm up for the winter. Once you get past the first, thick layer, there is a sweet girl by the name of Ava Brie Mossos who is very protective of those that she cares about. While there is a fire that will jump at any chance to protect her loved ones(or anyone she deems "family), which often gets her into fights(a trait similar to her brother), Ava, deep down, is one of the most caring, compassionate, loving teenagers out there.

Through the faults she has because of the relation to her older brother and just how Ava hates being known as "Alexandros Mossos' kid sister" and simply because people think they can take advantage of her because she has money, Ava often feels like she has to act out sometimes. This either can show itself in her constant sarcastic, often-smart ass banter to authority figures, or simply surround herself with people who are completely different from the usual people her brother surrounds himself with. As noted, Ava is rather protective, and she wouldn't hesitate to get into fights to fight for her friends and family. Oh, and she's very impatient. Blame it on her Italian blood because if people beat around the bush, she may just tell them to hurry the fuck up(she's working on that).

If you let her have it straight up and don't go after her friends in a harmful way, Ava may just be nice to you yet.

Ava, much to her delight, has been told the story of how his parents fell in love, how they fell in love at first sight at a Hotel. She always enjoyed hearing her mother telling it like a romance novel. Ava became inspired by how her mother and father fell for each other right at their first glance. Numerous times she was told it by Adrianna and each time it just got to her even more. It must have been dozens of times over Ava's sixteen years alive, but she just loved hearing about her parents, Adrianna Gina (nèe-DiVale) Mossos and Baltazar Hektor Mossos, fell in love, how they met, and everything that happened in-between their wedding. It was magical. It was inspiring. It was what Ava secretly wanted. However, her brother despised hearing about it. Apparently it was too lovey-dovey for him.

Ava doesn't like to brag about it, but her family is actually quite wealthy. Nothing that she might want is ever out of grasp. Due to her being quite the daddy's girl(despite her obvious rebellious nature to reject any of the family's opportune wealth), she only need to ask Balt for anyhting, and he would quickly get it for her. Alexandros has never been one to turn away from the family's wealth. Constantly he brings home escorts and all kinds of loose women. Ava has often just ignored all of his bad habits, and tries to stay away from that life that her brother leads. She wants to try to at least appear normal. Is that so wrong?

Paranoia by A Day to Remember

Drives a 2012 Infinity G37s Convertible Ava got it from her father for her 16th birthday. She felt it was too much, but her father insisted she have it. She didn't really complain because it was just so fucking beautiful. She got her DL not long after her father giving her the car.
Alexandros’ Family:
Grandfather: Dario Bertoldo Mossos- Deceased
Grandmother: Giorgina (Nee-DiVale)-Mossos- Deceased
Father: Baltazar Hektor Mossos/45
Mother: Adrianna Gina DiVale-Mossos/41
Older Brother: Alexandros Stefano Mossos/18

Elijah Damian Nelson

E, Eli

7/19/99

17

Male

Ehhhhh

Single

Ehhhhhhh

Gray

2

Since about the age of fifteen, Elijah Damian Nelson has never gone past the height of sixty-eight inches. He never complained though because it never really bothered him. From what his mother told him, his father was just three inches taller than him, and she herself is two inches shorter than Eli, so he never really had it in his mind that he would ever become taller than what he is. Besides, with his build being slightly muscular, it would make him look like a pencil if he ever achieved that six feet height. Indeed, being 5'8 and having a slightly muscular build has worked to his advantage. Speaking of his build, his weight has always fluctuated from the high 150s to the low 170s, but something always remained: Elijah never lost the muscle he gained over his teenage life.

Okay, so, when it comes to his actual physical appearance, what all can one say about Elijah? The dude has a pair of the most beautiful, piercing sapphire orbs. Take away how odd his hairline along his forehead falls, and just focus on those blue eyes of his. There is something about them that just eliminate everything bad about him. Those eyes, like a certain cousin of his, are the same: they are the most distinctive feature he has on his entire body. Okay, so maybe he also has a dirty blonde shade of hair, and how it oddly shows one part of his forehead while covering the other, but those blues man. No one could ever deny that his eyes are the most beautiful aspect of his teen, and the way that he uses them to his advantage sometimes.

There isn't a lot of complexities that come with the fashion sense of Elijah. Quite simply, he dresses however he feels. Most of the time, he feels like he doesn't give two shits about anyone's opinions, so he dresses accordingly. Usually, his outfits consist of some kind of beanie on his head, a jacket of some kind, some generic shirt, jeans(a dark color like navy, dark gray, or black), probably some kind of wrist accessory, and boot-like shoes. Pretty much it's what one would expect from a guy like Elijah. He doesn't like fancy wear and refuses to wear bright colors. The brightest color he might wear is general blue, but that's about it. As far as piercings and the like go, he has his ears pierced and a couple of tats he has gotten on a whim, but that's about it. Again, not one for flare, so the earrings he does have aren't flashy. They're probably the basic bitches of the jewelry world.

Eli
♞chuckles when someone seems to be bothered by him; he finds it amusing.
♞leans against buildings almost out of habit
♞often appears to be deep in thought, which he usually is
♞can go minutes without saying anything, often infuriating whomever he happens to be talking to at that moment
♞is a chain smoker
♞has a sailor's tongue
♞believes in karma, fate, destiny, and good luck

✔ Smoking/drinking
✔ Partying
✔ Reading(mainly crime novels and philosophy novels
✔ Sex(it makes him feel good)
✔ Leaning against buildings
✔ Hard Rock and Heavy Metal
✔ Digging for details of someone just by their reactions
✔ Purposely forgetting to say his name when meeting someone for the first time
✔ His mother and stepsister(though he won't admit it to Adielle)
✔ Comic books
✔ Various films and TV series'

✘ Rules
✘ Curfew
✘ Authority
✘ Goody-Twoshoes
✘ Pretentious and/or judgemental people
✘ People who think he's nothing but trouble because of the way he looks/dresses/acts
✘ Anyone who takes advantage of Adielle
✘ Being forced to do something he doesn't want to do
✘ Bright colors
✘Overly-positive people
✘ Anyone who dare mock him, his family, or anyone who gives him and/or Adielle a hard time.

☠ Anything tragically happening to any member of his family, which includes his mother, Carrie, his stepfather Zachary, or his stepsister, Adielle. Sure he doesn't say it out loud, he has a lot of respect for Zach, and loves his stepsister.
☠Endind up alone. This might seem cliche, but Elijah, deep down, doesn't want to end up alone. He doesn't want to find himself without any friends or anyone to forget who he is.
☠ Being like his biological father. He doesn't want to be that kind of man. He doesn't want to be the kind of absuive fuckhead that Gabriel is.
☠Sharks. Man, you have no idea how scary they are.

What a ray of sunshine Eli is(not really). He examplifies what it means to not really give two shits about what is a proper social contract. Usually people make an effort to at least give you their name before saying anything, but Elijah? Nope, he doesn't do anything like that. He'll make comments here and there, but he never actually gives his name right away. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that he likes to see how people will react to his way or doing things, or he simply doesn't like to give his name out. Whichever the case, whenever you meet Elijah for the first time, you'll see someone with a rather tough, often antagonistic exterior. He hardly pays any mind to how his words come out, which sometimes gets him looks of, and gets him called insincere plenty of times. It doesn't bother him. He simply doesn't care.

Okay, maybe that was a lie.

Elijah does care, but he's not going to let the world know it. He has shit that has gone down in his life and he doesn't like to talk about it. Because of that, he has built a wall between what people see and what actually is there. What they see is an antisocial prick, but what really lies between the lines of his soul is someone who has many thoughts - often ones of deep insight. He's also loyal, like as loyal as a dog. Treat him well, and he'll give you undying, unwavering loyalty, and will protect you will that he is. Of course, you would have to find some way to get past that rough, often infuriating exterior of his.

Something else that has been much praise about Eli is his natural calm demeanor. Sure, he likes to have his fun with some people, but one thing that he's always been praised about was the fact that he's always calm, tranquil even. Through the years of people purposely trying to pick fights with him, Eli never showed any sign of getting angered one bit. He always treated it as being whatever. Maybe this comes with the earlier mention of him not giving two shits, but good for him that he didn't care what people wanted to do him, or how their feelings got hurt or whatever. This extends to their pride, apparently, because those that tried to pick fights with him seemed to get even angrier by him because he didn't act the way that they expected(AKA mauling them right where they stood).

Born in compton, but moved to Las Vegas because of reasons.

Very much unlike his stepsister, Adielle, Elijah Damian Nelson didn’t have some Richie Rich life story. Originally born in Compton of Los Angeles, California, Eli’s life was as tough as it could get. Though he wasn’t born within the time of the LA riots, he sure had his fair share of horrible moments in his childhood. Starting from how his mother got pregnant with him when she was just eighteen by some older man, like really older. Apparently he was some Italian Mobster of some kind. Apparently those still existed. Whatever. Bottom line was that Elijah Damian Nelson was the product of a one quarter-Italian, just-out-of-high-school, barely-legal adult, and a 30-something, Irish-Italian Mobster who had a thing for young, fresh meat. The bastard’s name? Gabriel DiVale. What a bastard he was. He didn’t even bother to help his mother with finances, but felt like he was entitled to seeing Eli. He really didn’t mind much because it was his father. However, that’s when shit got a bit real.

When he was about ten or so, Elijah’s mother was beaten pretty good. She had a few broken bones and all sorts of cuts on her body. Apparently Gabe hit her pretty good, and struck the fear of God into her. IT got so bad that once word was reached that Gabe was going to be on his way to kill her or whatever, she packed what she and ten-year-old Elijah needed, and went to go live with her parents in Las Vegas. There is where Carrie started a new life for them.

As the years went on, it became obvious that Elijah would fall into the wrong crowds. He began hanging with stoners, drug dealers, hookers, prostitutes, burnouts, and all sorts of bad folk. Once he reached the age of thirteen, he began staying out late, getting into trouble with the police. By the time he was fourteen, Eli had stacked up an admirable rap sheet of petty theft, assault, and robbery. All the while his mother, Carrie, was trying to make end’s meet by working as a Cocktail Waitress at Caeser’s Palace on the Strip. There she met a man that would soon become her husband, Zachary Richard Hart. Through whatever divine intervention, he took a liking to them, and within a year or so, they were to be married, thus taking in Carrie and Elijah to live with him and his daughter, Adielle.. He thought it was whatever. He didn’t care for the guy and had even less interest in his new stepsister(who was only a year younger than him, but had similar extracurrlicular activities outside of school), but at least he wouldn’t have to worry about his mother. Despite how he acted, Eli loved his mother, and his stepfather treated her with respect. Still, that didn’t stop him from continuing what he did. He continued to get into trouble, continued to break the law, and continued to hang out in the bad neighborhoods with few friends he made in their first few years in Las Vegas. There was no signs of him, or his step sister for that matter, of slowing down or stopping.

Sadly, their parents cared what they both did. Eventually, both found out what their kids were up to. Safe to say, they weren’t happy. Zachary and Carrie have had problems with their kids many times before. Each time they would catch wind of them doing not-so-legal activities, they would be punished accordingly. However, as the sneaky teens that they were, they always found ways to get back to their habits of partying and fucking. Each time they would, they would get caught, and again disobey their parents. However, the last time was the final straw, it seemed. Not only did both parents lay down the law, but they took measures to another level. They would start sending them to a camp starting on Adielle’s sixteenth year and Eli’s seventeeth. This camp was called Camp Liberty. Both kids have been going there for two years with the year of 2016 being their second. Obviously the first year didn’t change anything. Well, second time’s the charm.

Family:
Gabriel DiVale | 43 | Leader of the Los Angeles Sicilian Italian Mob Mafia | Elijah’s biological father. He met Caroline when she was just out of high school. He is described as scary, violent, very misogynistic. During his time with Carrie, he beat her daily, and probably would have introduced his son into the life he lived if it wasn’t for Carrie’s bravery to move away from him.
Caroline Nelson Hart | 35 | Former Cocktail Waitress | Elijah’s biological mother, and Adielle’s stepmother. Carrie met her now husband , Zachary Hart, while she was working as a cocktail waitress at Caeser’s Palace. They clicked instantly, and became married within a year of dating. Though Elijah didn’t care for him at the start, he eventually became adjusted to him. He made his mother happy, so he was happy.
Zachary Hart | 49 | Real Estate Mogul | Stepfather to Elijah, Wife to Carrie, and Father to Adielle. Though Elijah didn’t care for him at the start, he eventually became adjusted to him. He made his mother happy, so he was happy.
Adielle Hart | 16 | High School Student and Elijah’s stepsister. What is there to tell about her? She’s his stepsister, they have similar interests, and they look out for each other every now and then.

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Adielle Bailey Hart

A, Adi

6/24/00

16

Female

Bi-Sexual

Single as a pringle

Oh yesss

Green

This will be Adi's second year

Not really an amazon, but there isn't anything "average of height" with Adielle Hart. Not like her brother, who is of average height, Adielle has a tall, vertical frame of nearly six feet - well, her actual height is more like seventy inches, but depending on the kind of heels she might be wearing, Adielle could gain 2-3 inches of additional height. As far as her weight and build and all of that, Adielle has a rather slim one. To be quite honest, her build doesn't have much meat on it. Oh sure, she has a good amount of muscle so that it doesn't make it seem like she's anorexic or anything of the like, but she is, again, not a fucking amazon. Her weight has always stayed below 135lbs.

Now this one - oh gods, she's a wild one, isn't she? Adielle, upon first glance, has the most distinctive eyebrows you would ever lay your eyes on. They're thick like a bush and have a dirty blonde shade like that of her own hair(though her hair itself is lighter than those brows man). They are instantly the first thing that anyone will remember about her - well, that and her legs. Apparently they are longer than most would be willing to admit. She has gotten quite the amount of head turns because of them.

Adielle has a thick, long head of hair. It often goes from being pure blonde to being light brown to being somewhere in-between those, but generally, everyone can agree that Adielle Bailey Hard has medium dirty blonde hair. Paired with that, like her brother, she has a pair of two piercing blue eyes. One could mistake them for sapphires as they share the same shade as sapphire blue has. One day someone actually told her that her eyes are like rare gems that sparkle in the moonlight. Safe to say she fucked that person one minute after they told her that.

Her fashion sense is by far the most colorful - albeit over-the-top provocative - that anyone in the world has ever seen. Outfits that range from tye-dye colors, pastels, and just about anything to do with multi-colored outfits. In her wardrobe, Adielle has dresses, pantsuits, jeans, tops of various kinds, shoes of various kinds(high heels, flattops, mid-tops), and just a bunch of shit. She loves her bright colors. That's pretty much all there is to it. About her piercings and shit, there are a lot of them(too many to count each and every last one of them). So, let's just say that Adielle likes her body jewelry. She has pelnty all over her body, even in certain places one shouldn't say in public. But no tattoos. She hasn't gotten the courage to go under the needle yet, but ya know, life goals and shit.

Adielle
♞has, on several occasions, spaced out when talking to someone
♞has the bad habit of having a motormouth, which as defined on Urban Dictionary, is someone who has excessive chatter; never shuts up. Yeah, she does that, and quite often
♞like her brother, has a bit of a potty mouth.
♞acts frantic when someone calls her "crazy". She's not crazy, OKAY!? She may have those crazy eyes, but trust me, she's, more often than not, 30% there. That's good enough, right? RIght? RIGHT!?
♞has no sense of personal space and how many inches must be between two people at all times. What can she say? She's a people person.
♞randomly breaks out into song when she's feeling the groove.

✔ Meeting new people, and getting to know what they're all about
✔ Smiling and being positive and positive people
✔ Trying new things(like sexual positions, orgies, drugs, etc..)
✔ Sex(yeah, she's loose ;D)
✔ Partying with friends and drinking with them
✔ All kinds of music(her fav is EDM and Trance, though)
✔ BRIGHT COLORS
✔ Photography(both taking the pictures and being in the pictures)
✔ Soap Operas and Reality Television(her favorite is Days of Our Lives and feel-good reality shows)
✔ Comic Books
✔ Romance Novels and films
✔Her family <3

✘ Being labelled
✘ Peeps who kill her buzz/buzzkills
✘ Inerventions
✘ Drama(doesn't matter what kind)
✘ Debby-downers
✘ Snitches(anyone ratting her or anyone else to the POPO)
✘ The authority and the rules that come with them
✘ Pesky laws. Stop ruining my good time man.
✘ People who make a big deal about age and how a sixteen-year-old girl going out with a 31-year-old, married man is apparently frowned upon. As if bucko.
✘ Rude asf people
✘ Anyone who tries to start shit with her or Elijah or both.
✘

☠ Losing all sense of her own self/being admitted to a psyche ward at any given moment
☠ Finding herself without her family or any friends(thus why she surrounds herself with as many people as she can possible find)
☠ Darkness(not the "turn off the lights" kind of darkness, but more like the "I'm all alone and I can't find anyone" kind of darkness), because without light, she has no idea where she is going

Oh, say hello to Adielle Bailey Hart, the little ball of sunshine that is sometimes too much to handle. She'll have you wondering about her sanity every single minute you're with her. One minute, she's all smiles, giggles, and high-energy, and the other times she's as rude as someone who takes the last chocolate pudding in the cafeteria. Truly, Adielle is as unpredictable as Mother Nature herself. It's really hard to gauge when she'll switch between happy and sad and crazy. She goes through those mood as if someone is constantly flicking the switch of her brain in which what is socially-acceptable or not.

She enjoys being the center of attention and acting wild. Yes, you heard it here folks! Adielle Hart is one wild cookie. She always reaches out to anyone who seems to be distancing themselves from the party. She's always the one person to say hello first, even offer up her own name as a conversation starter. Oh, she also has no measure of personal space or, again, what's socially-acceptable. Seriously, try telling her about personal space. She will not know what that means because...wait for it! She's a fucking hugger and a toucher and a groper. Oh gods, no one has any idea what they're in for with this bitch. Oh, she also doesn't like rules or authority or anyone telling her she has to be in at a certain time.

Other things to look out for is that Adielle has this little gift to manipulate and persuade people to do something even if they shouldn't. People call that the gift of gab - well, she calls this the Gift of Ad. Oh yeah, she even says that. Oh, did I forget to mention that she's a complete dork? Oh god, yeah she's the goofiest oddball out there. Acting silly should be her middle name because she does it so well.

Alright, let's cut the shit. Aside everything, she's caring and compassionate and all that shit. There's a lot of deep layers that are covered by her abrasive nature. Just give her a chance, and she'll show you she's not entirely crazy. Okay, that's a lie, but hey, at least she's hot, right?

Born and raised in Las Vegas, Nevada

Adielle was to Zachary Richard Hart, a Las Vegas Real Estate Mogal known for his aggressive take on the Real Estate Market, and Margaret Paula Kenson-Hart, a retired model,(god rest her soul). She is of English, Welsh, German, Northern Irish, and Scottish blood. Adielle has lived in the city which is filled with Sin all her life. She has lived there since the day she was born until the days that she spends at her house with her father and stepmother. She embraces all that Las Vegas has to offer, from it’s rich party scene to the glam that comes with it. She embraces it fully; though, perhaps Adielle embraces it just a tad too much. To her, it would be completely disrespectful to not indulge oneself in the casinos and nightlife of Sin City. Due to that, Adielle, since the prime age of thirteen, has spent many a night in the company of men ten years her senior. By her forteenth year alive on the earth, Adielle was doing drugs, going to nightclubs with her very impressive fake ID, and just enjoying her teen years among some of the greatest people around(in her mind).

Sometime between her just becoming a teenager and enjoying the party scene, Adielle somehow missed over the fact that, just three years after her mother passed, her father, Zachary Hart, remarried to a younger woman by the name of Caroline Nelson. This was probably just a year before Adi turned sixteen( one year before her current age), so she probably didn’t even remember her father dating someone(so many nights drinking and not being home would do that to a person). All she knew that came out of this marriage was Carrie’s teenage son, Elijah. Adielle really doesn’t mind him. They both seem to be cut from the same cloth as they engage in the party scene of Las Vegas, but in different aspects. While Adielle likes to take to the rich, glamorous side of Las Vegas, Eli likes to indulge in the burnouts side. Adielle knows he hangs with some gangbangers and some poor folk. She doesn’t care. As long as he doesn’t rat on her, Adielle doesn’t care what he does.

Sadly, their parents cared what they both did. Eventually, both found out what their kids were up to. Safe to say, they weren’t happy. Zachary and Carrie have had problems with their kids many times before. Each time they would catch wind of them doing not-so-legal activities, they would be punished accordingly. However, as the sneaky teens that they were, they always found ways to get back to their habits of partying and fucking. Each time they would, they would get caught, and again disobey their parents. However, the last time was the final straw, it seemed. Not only did both parents lay down the law, but they took measures to another level. They would start sending them to a camp starting on Adielle’s sixteenth year and Eli’s seventeeth. This camp was called Camp Liberty. Both kids have been going there for two years with the year of 2016 being their second. Obviously the first year didn’t change anything. Well, second time’s the charm.

Zachary Hart | 49 | Real Estate Mogul | Adielle’s father, Carrie’s husband. Zachary spent most of his life working at various Real Estate Firms until he established the Hart’s Homes Firm, where he leads about half of Las Vegas’ Real Estate deals. He has over three hundred employees under his command who all bring in six figures per. Due to that, he is quite wealthy, and well-known within the entire Southwest. He met Carrie about three or so years after Adielle’s mother died, and remarried her a year later, thus combining her family with her son, and their own to move into their home. She adores both Elijah and Carrie.
Paula Kenson-Hart(Deceased) | 43(at the time of her death) | Retired Model, and Adielle’s mother. From Adielle’s memory of what her father told her about how he met her mother, she was a high-end model at the time, and they just met by chance. At the time, he was an upcoming Real Estate agent who was showing her a house, and they hit it off instantly. Apparently sparks flew and it was love at first sight. Adielle misses her mother greatly. She was not only her mother, but her best friend. After her death was when Adielle’s mental state started to decrease, and her partying antics increased. A part of Adielle died when her mother did.
Caroline Nelson-Hart | 35 | Former Cocktail Waitress | Her father’s wife and her stepmother as well as mother to Elijah. Truth be told, Adielle adores her stepmother. She thinks she’s so pretty, and that her father landed himself a looker. She’s also very sweet, but Adielle hasn’t really spent a lot of time with her to really get to know her. She has, however, gotten to know her stepbrother. While a bit too negative for her own tastes, he never steered her wrong. They like to hang out in similar scenes, but just in different areas of Las Vegas.
Elijah Damian Nelson | 17 | High School Student, and Carrie’s son. Adielle has gotten to know her stepbrother a bit. While a bit too negative for her own tastes, he never steered her wrong. They like to hang out in similar scenes, but just in different areas of Las Vegas.

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