Maria Sarah Cassidy

Maria is usually called Mari by her closest friend, she has always been called that by her friends ever since they were little or her younger sister. But her mother calls her by her real name.

Junior

Female

Lesbian

Junior

Commoner

Maria is on the very short size around 5'3, she doesn't wear anything expensive or designer clothes. In the summers Maria is always seen wearing t-shirts or tank tops as well as shorts and sneakers. In the fall and colder months Maria wears leather jackets, or winter coats in the winter under her coats are always either a hoodie or long sleeve shirt as well as a pair of blue jeans and leather boots to keep her feet warm.

Maria always has her hair down and keeps it as neat as possible, she doesn't wear to much makeup just enough to make her presentable she doesn't own to much jewelry only a few necklaces and a few bracelets. Maria has a large scar on her back received by her stepfather who hit her with a belt for 'misbehaving' in front of him, she is very conscious about it and always keeps it covered not wearing a bathing suit that exposes her back to anyone and when asked about it she quickly tries to change the subject. Other then that her body is well taken care of never looking underweight.

Maria when you first meet her she is very shy and quiet at first and can usually be seen as being very distant at times. But once you get past her shell she is quiet friendly she can be a very loyal friend as long as you don't hurt her or betray her trust, she can make witty comments every now and then and can make some of her friends laugh. Maria is very smart and excels in history and literature classes, she is however the happiest when she has her camera out going out into the woods or somewhere else that is quiet and takes photos.

Maria is really well known for taking scenic photos, when Maria isn't in school or out taking photographs she likes to spend her time in her room where she likes to relax. She also enjoys playing games with her online friends and even has her own YouTube channel doing another thing she enjoys playing video games. Maria is known to be a bit of a klutz at times, and sometimes will trip over things and is known to be accident prone a lot of the time. Though Maria gets really good grades she however falls behind and struggles in science class as well as math, Maria can be a little bit to honest or sarcastic to her friends that it sometimes may upset them.

Maria has a natural fear of spiders when she sees one she will instantly run out of the room, she also has a fear of blood seeing either one of the two will make her squirm as well as her step-father. But the most fear she has is the fear of being alone and not finding someone who she could be happy with.

* Loyal
* Honest
* Smart

* Quiet/Shy
* Confidence
* Organization

Maria's parents original met each other in college they instantly fell for each other, he went to study law and eventually he became a police officer Maria's mother went for culinary arts. About five years after they graduated Maria's mother found out that she was pregnant with her, and nine months later Maria was born. They both were extremely happy for their newborn girl. When Maria turned six however tragedy struck her family, while on patrol Maria's father was responding to a call when he got to the scene he was shot and killed by a drug dealer. When Maria's mother received the call she was devastated by the news, now a widow it took her another five years when she turned ten Maria's mother remarried.

At first things seemed to go pretty well, Maria's mother became pregnant with her second child Maria's half sister. Maria then noticed her stepfather became very abusive towards her mother, then he turned on her and started to become abusive to her as well which she received the scar on her back from being beaten by his belt. When Maria entered her first year of high school Maria had taken a photography course which she fell in love with. Maria despite things that were happening at home continued getting good grades in all of her classes, when Maria was about to finish 11th grade Maria was approached by her photography teacher. He told her about Caelbury Academy and that she could applied and was one of the lucky few to win the lottery to get into the prestigious school.

When Maria finally was accepted her mother was really happy for her, she was also in the process of divorcing her new husband the week that Maria went to the school her mother and half sister had moved into their grandparents house. But her mother promised that she would see her when she could and send her any supplies she would need every few weeks if she needed it. Though her first year at a completely new school she is slightly nervous but excited.

In her old school Maria entered a national photography contest where she had to submit several scenic photographs, whoever the winner was those pictures would be put up into the newspaper and the winner received 1,000 dollars. Which she won her submissions were a sunrise and sunset overlooking her home city, which were beautiful. She still has them now enlarged and posted in her room.

Maria's least favorite memory was when she heard the news where her father was killed, she will refuse to even talk about it unless she truly trusts someone.

September, 29th, 1997

Libra

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Finnegan Alexander

Finn - The go to nickname for anyone named Finnegan, he uses this in his everyday conversations, and pretty much everyone calls him it.
Alexander - A few people around Caelbury call him by his last name, though not many.
Spielberg JR - A name that Finn get's behind his back, it stems from his talent in the film department, and the camera that is constantly around his neck.

16

Male

Heterosexual

Junior

Gifted - Finn comes from a normal family in terms of socioeconomic status, meaning that he had no hope of attending Caelbury even though his family isn't poor by any means. However Finn got in via his skills with film, being a gifted cinematographer and script writer, and having created more than a few short films that killed at festivals around the world.

Finn is pretty attractive by today's standards. His style can best be described as grungy. He wears black converse with holes in them, and he's probably always wearing a pair of joggers. In the top department, a flannel and a white undershirt are common, but hoodies aren't unheard of. His eyes are a stormy grey, and intense, with the spark of creativity in them. He has a smattering of freckles across his nose, along with a scar on his chest from a camping incident. Height wise he's decently tall at about 6'2, and pretty slim at about 160 pounds. Finn's ever present smile shows off faint dimples, and straight teeth that are the result of four years of braces.

While not heavily muscled, Finn has faint muscle definition, the result of weekly gym trips and a good deal of missed meals from staying up working on his newest project. His dirty blonde hair is unruly, and he sometimes covers it with a beanie, though most of the time he just lets it be, flattening it with water and going about his day.

What is there to say about Finn Alexander? Finn would describe himself as a paragon of creativity, the next da Vinci, and quite possibly a fallen angel. Most people would start with narcissistic. Then they'd move on to sarcastic. And then they'd say creative genius. Each one of those is true. Finn is extremely cocky, a defense mechanism to deal with the insecurities he faces, being surrounded by geniuses and billionaires. His humor is of the sarcastic nature, dry and quick.

As a friend, Finn is an acquired taste. He means well, and he's loyal, though he can get wrapped up in his projects and forget about important events. However he's extremely apologetic to those he cares about, and despite his forgetfulness, he always remembers people's birthdays. He thinks that loyalty is very important, and is of the mentality that snitches, and anyone who betrays their friends, is a waste of space. Among other issues, he has some issues with authority, and is often reluctant to be bossed around.

Finn's biggest fear is being unsuccessful and fading into oblivion, unmemorable and irrelevant. He hates thinking that he might not make it in life, seeing as how the film industry is an unforgiving one that is hard to break into. Although this fear has been assuaged somewhat by his attendance at Caelbury, he still wakes up in a cold sweat from a nightmare that involves no one attending his funeral.

Finn was born to two parents in the lovely San Diego General Hospital. His parents were happy for a short while after his birth, but shortly after, they began bickering, something that had been around before he had. By the time he was three, he and his mom had left his father and were living with her family. His mother never spoke much about their time with his father, and he didn't see him for a few years. Eventually he popped back into the picture, when Finn was seven, and his mother was remarried. He found that he couldn't stand his father, and it wasn't long before he came to resent the man who'd been a stranger for four years.

By the time Finn was 12 he wasn't in a great place. He had friends, even a girlfriend, if you could call her that at that age, but he wasn't very happy. He'd stopped seeing his dad and it had resulted in a nasty outburst from his father. However that changed when he was placed into a media course at his school, a course which he excelled in. His mom bough him a video camera that Christmas, and from that point, no one in his home went long without debuting in one of his short films. By the age of 14, Finn was entering short film contests and blowing the other contestants out of the water, with original scripts and bombshell cinematography. He stumbled across one film festival that offered a prestigious scholarship to the Caelbury Academy as the grand prize and he decided to try it out. To his surprise he won, and he was enrolled at the school for his freshman year.

Finn's time at Caelbury has been stellar. He's become one of the more popular students, and his creativity has flourished while there. Despite his lack of wealth, he hasn't faced too much injustice, although one group of filthy rich kids seem to get a bad taste in their mouth whenever he walks by. He hasn't seen his dad in a few years, but if it bothers him, it doesn't show.

Finn's favorite memory is probably receiving the letter that he'd won the scholarship, seeing as how he knew that Caelbury was a gateway to success.

Also optional. One moment that was somehow traumatizing to your character, or something they really dislike thinking about. If you don't do this, delete it.

January 14, 1998

Capricorn

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Hanna Oswin

Oz
Ozzy
Han

18

Male

Homosexual

Senior

Gifted

Forgettable. An apt way of putting Hanna in a box and Hanna's okay with that box. More than okay. It makes him ecstatic. Lean, skinny, with muscles out of necessity rather than vanity. When a doctor tells you, if you don't get some kind of mass, and continue having a diet consist of crap, crap, and more crap, then you're not going to live past 30. And if you do, good luck with the rest of your life. So, for a shut in, what's the best solution to that problem? Get a treadmill and hack yourself a senior discount at the local grocery store for all those lovely organic veggies and what not. Leaving soda behind, however, was a nightmare and Hanna quickly tried to substitute it with unhealthy doses of coffee. Of which his mother decided, no, that's not going to happen and bought him a variety pack of different teas.

Hanna approaches fashion as one approaches a work of art, having no sense of what the hell that Dali painting means and how it got there in the first place. Most people of a better fashion sense call Hanna's style Hobo Chic Aesthetic, or WoW Addict Vogue (Clean Version). It mostly consists of numerous amounts of sweatshirts, hoodies, sweaters, jackets, and baggy pants of an all kind variety. Mostly in the colors black, grey, dark grey, light grey, or brown. Underneath it's usually a button up that's two sizes to large because his mother thought he'd grow into them. She thought wrong.

Of all things, Hanna's features could be considered striking, in a 'he could be handsome but I really don't know' kind of way. Honestly, though, Hanna's just a bit plain with a flare of 'exotic', as his mother's boss calls him (she just strains a smile and keeps from punching him), due to his father's ethnicity and ancestry. Wide, green eyes tend to draw the most attention; it doesn't help that he either always looks like a kicked puppy or a crack addict, depending on who you talk to. Most of his features usually hide behind a laptop screen, or in the shadows of a hood, lessening the sharpness of his jaw, prominent lips and coarse, curly hair—it's always short due to the difficulty it poses when long.

Just a lot of things for the simplicity of it. Hanna likes simple. It means he doesn't have to deal with complications and if some do arise, they're usually relatively easy to handle. Low risk; low reward. That's how he likes to approach most things that aren't his laptop or on the internet. Though maybe simple lacks the change he needs, but Hanna likes that his slouch brings him from a 5'9" to a 5'7", or that people tend to consider him invisible. It eases Hanna's anxiety by miles when no one bothers to even look at him.

"I see you in your ivory towers, singing hymns I sang in my slumber.
And I'm here, stuck under thorns, bending in prayer."

The silence carries his smiles under the hush of voices in dimly lit hallways. Rolled in Persian rugs, laughter dusted underneath with all the grey and the dirt. Bent at the knee in quiet prayer. For solitude. For courage. For strength. Give me fruitful labor and let me lead my life unbound, yet chained to your will.

No one knows the lash of oppression quite like Hanna Oswin and his father before him. Vast intellects, stretching miles and stars and flesh, crammed into a scrunched up, frail body of an unwilling devout man. And his son beneath him, set at the bent knees of his father to look up at what the people demanded of him. At the shining crowns of golden emperor's in their pure, cream white glory or the bearded man speaking in tongues wondering of faith and god.

And when father gave up, what was his son to do? When picking up pieces made every facet of your being. When purpose dwindled down to making sure papa ate and drank and slept. A child has nothing other than to curl in on himself, and make sure the nasty world that broke Atlas down and crushed Atlantis into the ocean depths couldn't reach him. They couldn't see him and his shaking, frailty, hidden under a mother's skirt when she wanted to do the same. Not knowing of what bearded men said to their own, or what dusty kings on salt thrones meant when they said things of God and hacks and blind miracles, turning lead into gold through prayer.

The son knew nothing but what his father showed him of the world, through the vicarious eyes of a child. Thus the world wasn't meant for him and the sun never rose, so dawn never broke. And now the world, in it's darkness, wants nothing more than his complete obedience, to monitor and censor every word from his mouth, to hollow him out and put someone better in his place. Better. Not this shaking child afraid of the door and the sun and the air.

Suddenly, the strings and the hand and the wood seems far better an option than living crippled by fear.

Family full of immigrants? Check. Father lacking any sense of America's spoken language? Check. A mother who has to translate literally everything into Arabic? Check. A grandfather with a crippling sense of faith and a nasty attitude toward his daughter-in-law, despite the fact that she pays his medical bills? Oh, check times a thousand.

Military lad or lady falls in love with the on base computer tech, who suffers from a terrible lack of confidence, has a child, gets married, and then gets discharged for an injury that was hereabouts fatal. She survived, hurrah, and was honored with a purple heart and now has to spend most all of her hard earned money on her father-in-law's medical bill because he suffers from diabetes and requires frequent dialysis.

That, in a nutshell, began Hanna's life and from Egypt to San Francisco, California where Rowena Oswin's family all presided. To say the entire thing dropped a bombshell on her family might have been the understatement of the century. What more, Rowena told them of her pregnancy, thus bringing Hanna Oswin into a constant state of tumult. Both father and mother lived continuously under bombardment from both parents, of injury, of faith, of raising a child with little money to offer themselves. And Hanna was subject to all of it.

Yet, both parents spent their time giving him something. Giving him time and love. Making sure he knew who he was and where he came from. And maybe skirting the edges of most conservative parents with rather strict religious backgrounds. But Rowena was a practicing Buddhist and Hanna's father, Aabir, was a tentative Muslim. Tentative being practicing, but not quite as devout as his father wanted him to be and not quite as sacrilegious as Aabir's boss demanded he be.

Unfortunately, with the state of things, Hanna couldn't hide from all of it, no matter how well hidden they had him. And suddenly Mrs. Oswin was reprimanded Rowena for brainwashing their grandson; Mr. al-Enezi reprimanded Aabir for denouncing his faith by not strictly teaching his child the right way. Despite his parents' wishes, Hanna was stripped and torn both ways in subtleties and circumventing. Navigating around both parents to teach a kid conflicting views of right and wrong while exposing him to continuous arguments and yelling over the phone about this and that and financial instability. It scared Hanna. It put him in a shell and told him never to come out again. And though his mother stood proudly, confident, assertive, and so set in her ways, Hanna watched first hand as his father crumbled.

Yet, the man took his time to teach Hanna everything he could about technology. About computers and science. About the way things worked in the world. It hurt worst of all because Hanna looked to his father and saw a beacon of knowledge and wisdom. A font for which Hanna could gather answers upon answers to any of his questions. And he'd be taught for all he was worth.

Despite the cumbersome ordeals both families put their children and their grandson through, Hanna cultivated his love and his knowledge for computers with a passion. At the age of five he was already hands deep in hardware, learning words and meanings and clearly lining wires and circuits. It was difficult, he may or may not have gotten burned a few times, but this opened a world of endless, ceaseless dreams to a young boy who could barely count to twenty. Not necessarily a child savant, and mostly guided by his father's ever hovering hands, Hanna only ever learned code and before he could even enroll in school, Hanna's life revolved around computers in the best possible way. Soon enough, Aabir took his child swiftly out of first grade and sat him down to teach his child himself (possibly the only thing Hanna's grandfather approved of). From then on, it was less about learning how to read books and more about learning how to read code, binary, python, the entire works of programming. Though his mother always came around to make sure her son could, in fact, read and write like a normal individual.

As the years drove on and young Hanna took more and more into his mind, a vast database of computing knowledge, Aabir began to wilt. What work demanded of him, what prejudiced coworkers and bosses thought of him and tore form him piece by piece, began to eat away at Aabir. And eventually, when Aabir's own father died of kidney failure, he crumbled and broke and asked himself what faith, what science, what this world gave him. Suddenly, all he could see were his wife and child and, though that was enough to continue living for as long as they needed him, that wasn't enough to continue with passion and purpose. Eventually, Aabir broke completely and he became a shell of the man he used to be, driven to alcohol and utter silence, utter compliance, and an entire lack of faith that he once looked toward for guidance.

For Hanna, that moment defined his personality. It shaped him into what he would become and what he felt was an inevitable. Hanna grew scared of life, grew scared of what it could do and what it could turn people into. Though his mother remained vibrant, he took the hardship of caring for his father for what it really was: the world telling him that the man lying in his bed refusing to eat or drink was going to be him. That the purpose of this was to show him who he'd become. Hanna's father crumbled, from an golden idol to the remnants of Pompeii.

Computers became all Hanna could do for a long time. It became who he was when he wasn't with his father. The things he created with formulas, numbers, letters, codes, consumed his life until it molded a life of his own. Soon, Hanna's sights set on various small company pages, various sites with untouched bugs and botched lines in their algorithms. What once was picking up the pieces of his life became picking up the pieces of others. From there Hanna grew, hacking into various small company websites and fixing their processes and pages, finding bugs in small app updates or things on steam that stumped various indie game developers. And then it grew from there, and Hanna dove into various networks and companies to pick up their pieces, to adjust their coding, not because he was better than them, saw better than them, but because his life was rife with problems, issues, and things that Hanna just couldn't fix that crushed him. What he could fix, though, was computers, software. He could walk in and walk out with things patched and renewed, with maybe a minor bug here or there (hey, being a perfectionist and a programmer was a near impossibility, in fact it was a death sentence), but with most of the larger issues all nice and clean.

It wasn't until he hit the big names that the spotlight shown on Hanna. Young 16 year old waltzing into Facebook's network and walking out as if he didn't just fix the a site crash kinda made you think, 'Huh, why is that kid not my employee?' the same could be said for Google, when shielding the massive company from a hip young 30 year old hackers who thought they were all that. Of course, that put a spotlight right where Hanna didn't want it and suddenly people wanted to one up him (and they did, plenty of people did), but that also meant he was a target. Not only for companies to snatch him up and squeeze what they could from the kid, but also hackers and malicious assholes with a knack for causing havoc with a laptop. His parents were at risk, his father wallowing in his grief couldn't rightfully defend himself.

Which was exactly why Hanna took what opportunity he could and shipped himself off to Northern California's Elite Rosewood Academy, Home for the Gifted, where he found himself not only a student, but a prime candidate for the enforcing the school's cyber infrastructure. Yet, they only found a kid who they could exploit and use to their whims. And maybe they offered a little help, seeing as Rosewood Academy's own dean was married to a current director of a CIA bureau somewhere in So-Cal. That meant his parents were practically off the radar and he could do them as many favors as he could... no matter how awful they were.

Eventually, it became more than a burden to bear and when Caelbury proposed a counter offer with less blackmailing, Hanna took it. And thus it landed him as a full time student, able to further hone his gift at an institute that didn't look to exploit him. Or, he hoped.

"Mom, you look gorgeous."

She bit her lip, white canine threatening to draw blood for how nervous she was. Renewing her vows. Not only that but renewing her vows in front of her son. And maybe. Maybe that meant Aabir would come out of his own shell too because seeing two gorgeous faces smiling for her, for them, that meant the world. More so than that. Just seeing them happy meant everything.

And when they said those words again. And the way his face lit up. Suddenly, Hanna was a little boy again, wondering what this card did in a computer or this or that with his father hovering above him, smiling just that smile he was seeing, and telling him, "You'll get their, shamsi," and meaning it. Both he and his mother would keep this moment for eternity because that's how long it lasted.

"What happened? Ev, babe, what's wrong?"

Hanna didn't know then, nor would understand why his father felt so strongly for this man. For all he knew, his babba was a bad man, who yelled and screamed at his father and pointed out everything wrong Hanna did, and by extension everything wrong his father did. Yet, here he stumbled in, Aabir with a whiskey in his hands and alcohol on his breath. Of course, his father sulked when he drank, which was likely why he avoided alcohol in the first place, but this was unlike any of the times he'd sneak a bear or two. Hanna's father was smashed. And yet, all he did was lay on the couch while Rowena came in with a glass of water, setting them in a row until he'd finally drink and all Hanna could remember was his father's eyes on him, until they closed shut and his snores rattled the house.

December 8th, 1997

Sagittarius

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Frederick Ignacio Pierre Conway III

Fred

18

Male

Heterosexual

Senior

Wealthy.

The Conway & Garrison Dispute Resolution Services LLC is one of the biggest law firms situated in New York City, run by none other than two of the most illustrious lawyers in the city, Michelle Garrison and of course, Fred's mother, Alicia Conway. The private company stood resolute to its name since 1973 – the dawn of its prime inception back when both Conway's and Garrison's fathers were still CEO & co-CEO respectively. However, all of the wealth Fred is receiving from his mother is conjoined along with the benefits from his father. While divorced, it didn't stop Fred from visiting his father from time to time. Eric Conway is a CTO of a financial institution which is also located at New York City. He has been a part of the company for nearly 30 years and have been kindheartedly offered his retirement plan since his age is at its peak (60 years old). Nevertheless, Eric refused and continued to work, primarily to provide everything and win his son from his former wife. Since their divorce, Alicia and Eric have been constantly fighting for their son's favoritism.

While not having unique orange locks, ridiculously deep blue eyes and a physique matching to a Greek god, Fred's forehead for sure is something to be marveled at. It is said by many that his forehead have been a sacred wonder of the world ever since the commencement of civilization. Nevertheless, no one knew the genesis of its formation, not even the slightest of facts. Jokes aside, it is understandable how his hairstyle is often trimmed to the sidelines and not at the anterior strands. That's apparently because of how he wanted his forehead to be concealed and at the same time, assume that it isn't a part of his physical figure. Fred will always worry about his looks. Even when he denies unwanted commentaries about it, he will still let them become a basis on how he can improve himself in terms of looking good as he believes that even he is reluctant to let others influence his physical appearance, there will still be a part of him that will look up to their opinions and reflect it upon himself.

From the surface, Fred stands roughly at 176 cm – fairly average for a height of his current age – and weighs at about 74 kg. The shape of his face somewhat resembles an inverted triangle structured by proportional cheekbones and a rather flat chin. He has dark brown eyes and thin eyebrows on top of them. His body build is nothing of the special kind, seeing how average it is overall with a framework consisting of narrow shoulders, a set of lean muscles a tad slim exterior. Fred does go to the gym sometimes but as much as he is invariably concerned about his looks, he is actually comfortable on how his body is shaped.

In terms of his clothing style, one could safely say that he is a bit extravagant, noticing how he regularly feeds himself with fashion trends along with what's new and what's hot. He can wear anything as long as it's appealing for his minimum standards and doesn't go beyond his gender's scope. He always wear glasses since he was diagnosed with Myopia at an early age. Mainly, famous people and the media are grounds for his clothing style but there are actual times when he won't fuss about it overall and just generally not give a single care in the world.

Comedic sarcasm, badly mimicked Australian accents and dozens and dozens and dozens of pop culture references that are always poorly executed. Those are some of the noteworthy accounts one is able to list when taking a glimpse of Fred's character. Most don't really define him as a person in a more authentic prospect but some can clearly understand why he's frequently being referred as such, even when meeting him for the first time as his absurd antics have always been leaving sustainable impressions.

Altogether, he is a person whom one can easily get along with save for at least the times when he's out of his usual mood. His time spent in the academy had given him a reputation for being the extravagantly innocent person who wouldn't dare smacking a single fly (obviously because they're dirty and disgusting). Some even assumed he's indirectly sinister with his sudden scowls and sarcastic remarks but those are just a part of his comical qualities as he was never regarded to be someone who takes violence as an option. Fred occasionally gets angry but when he does, he gets past it quite easily and moves on to forgive and forget if needed be. That's because he doesn't want to possess a kind of grudge that will forever be implanted inside of his lively persona. It's not essential and if someone manages to piss him off, he'll simply just move away and not let the anger overflow him and influence his actions.

Although having a mischievously friendly character helps him to be a part of the social ladder, Fred suffers from mild depression,masquerading it in the form of his displayed persona. It is mostly the result of his parents divorcing. Fred wasn't in favour of it from the start, given how he fondly cherished the times he spent together with his parents. The decision left him to be alone with no one he could genuinely spend his life with as his parents are constantly busy with their businesses let alone having neither a sister nor a brother. Being alone is what's been keeping him afraid and paranoid, and it's the main reason why he often surrounds himself with people he may or may not be friends with. It's difficult to create a false sustenance, knowing that being with different people is something he didn't want doing but it helps him through a considerable amount. It somehow serves as a drug he can depend on when he's in the pain of loneliness.

Ever since Fred's parents filed up a divorce, he started to become more and more afraid of being lonely. Other than that, he fears insects and anything that looks excessively dirty.

Originating from the concrete jungle famously known as the city of New York, it is perhaps evident that a child such as Frederick would be developed as an adventurous individual whose influences derive from various urban exploits and the immense populace stretching across the entire metropolitan. However, Fred's childhood wasn't frequently spent at the outside world. His parents' strict supervision was a prime factor which forbade any unwanted influences to ever defile their child's growing mind. Letting their child become a junkie or a delinquent running from the city's authorities were the least of their wishes, or perhaps something they truly hoped to never happen. Nevertheless, their strictness was subjective and wasn't the roughest kind. They both loved their child given that he was the only one existing among the small family. Perhaps their love was so sincere and genuine that it ultimately became the main cause of their marriage's downfall.

From being a senior partner of her firm, Alicia Conway's rank was soon moved along with her partner, eventually becoming corporate managers of one of the largest and well-known law firms of New York City. But as years went by and the dynasty the Conways and Garrisons kept sustaining for the sake of firm's pertinence, Alicia needed a successor, someone who held a considerable amount of willingness to uphold the firm's name and its established recognition. Despite being the only candidate of the family and even when there were other relatives who showed great potential, Alicia's personal bias was placed upon Fred, knowing that her relevance couldn't be supported any better than his own blood. However though, Alicia wasn't the only one who needed a successor as her husband Eric was also in dire need of one.

As a CTO of a financial corporation and also, as a man who was nearing his limit as a working citizen, Eric needed retirement, but he wanted his reputation to be maintained once he takes his permanent leave. Nothing would've been better than letting his son Fred to take the veil of his responsibilities and replace him as CTO. Sure he knew it would take time to input his vast attainments onto his only child but he was a patient man and as long as the path for his replacement is clear, there wouldn't be anything that might bother him other than the his retirement pensions. The main problem wasn't their retirements going together by coincidence but because of how selfish they were as parents, giving their child a false prospect of ambition.

The start of their arguing was by the time they shared their plans for retirement, profoundly surprised about how they both wanted their son to become a successor of their separate companies. By that time, Fred was an adolescent but wasn't yet mature enough to carry out a decision by himself, especially a decision that could prevent any arguments from ever causing any more trouble between his mother and father. Unfortunately, Alicia and Eric's arguments only got worse, eventually leading to their separation and the beginning of their son's phase of loneliness. Fred started to change himself, trying to comprehend a mature subject that caused the destruction of their parents' marriage. He understood little by little and he did change himself, becoming a more extroverted individual from his silent and docile disposition.

Through the years, Fred eagerly dealt with his parents' separation but even his actions weren't able to fix the problem. He started to lose hope, became depressed and even grew a small ounce of hatred towards his parents, knowing how greedy and obsessed they were with their own reputations. Fred didn't show any of those feelings however, but he wanted to prove something, he wanted to attain a great deal of success and tell them how worthless their reputations are. Enrolling to Caelbury was originally his idea, knowing from research that the academy was known to be the workshop for successful people. He was certain he could create his own foundation there, but like his father, Fred was patient. Only time can tell his chances.

No favorite memory worth mentioning since Fred isn't the outgoing type of person until he reached adolescence. However, one of the times he cherished the most was when his parents were still together.

The days when his mom and dad constantly argued and the time when they finally settled for a divorce.

20th of July, 1996.

Cancer

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