Selene A. Cross. No nicknames, please.

Female

14

Ninth

Apparently disinterested (aka asexual)

Single, but open

Selene prefers to keep her black curly hair in either curly pigtails or a bun. When in pigtails, it reaches just a bit past her shoulder blades - not terribly long. While relatively broad in the shoulders, particularly compared to the rest of her body, she’s not particularly imposing. She’s a bit tall, standing at 5’8”, but her slender build undercuts any intimidation factor. It doesn’t seem to bother her. Her skin is dark, and she prefers to wear pastel-tinted or even white dresses for contrast. For similar reasons, she prefers light-colored makeup when possible, though mostly when she has the time for it. Otherwise, she sticks with mascara and lipstick. Her nails are usually painted with french tips - a bit amateurishly, but painted nonetheless. To complete her outfit, she likes dark stockings and a purple bow pinned in her hair.

And, of course, she always wears black sunglasses.

In the event that they are knocked off or, more unlikely, she is persuaded to take them off, her left eye is dark brown. Her right eye is a fogged-over white, with the sclera looking an angry shade of red.

Cheerful. Sensitive. Polite. Kind. Meticulous. Artful. Good listener.

Selene tries her best to come across as a good person. She’ll take extra notes for a sick peer, offer assistance in classes to a floundering student, be willing to ask questions on someone else’s behalf, carry extra sanitary pads, and bring in baked goods as a present for peers or teachers. She’s unfazed by the idea of illness or blood, so she’s usually the first to volunteer to escort a fellow student to the nurse’s office if they need help. She tries to offer advice to other students, but only if asked - some people would just rather be left alone, and it’s better to let them be than to force your way into their life, you know? Can’t win over everyone, especially by being pushy.

The next most important thing in Selene’s life is her love for swimming. She almost swears she was born a mermaid and made human - except, in her mind, that clashes with the impression of a good person, so she’ll only ever say such a thing in jest. She’s rather good at it too, and is largely hindered only by her difficulty in judging the distance to the edge of the pool. As such, any competitive swimming event that requires laps is one she cannot participate in, unless she’s overly familiar with the pool. If you’re willing to swim with her - and even warn her about the walls - odds are good she’ll like you immediately.

Selene attempts to deflect questions about herself - her family, her background, her sunglasses. If pressed, she will reveal she has a doctor’s note for her sunglasses so it’s ok to wear them all the time. The reason for the note? A terrible infection as an eye child that has discolored her right eye and rendered it blind. She’s quite sensitive to this, as well as the accompanying problems a loss of depth perception can generate. If she feels like she’s being teased for it, even in jest, she will start crying and asking why you’re being so mean to her. It’s bad enough she has to struggle to see well and is limited in what she can do, but now she has to put up with her classmates teasing her over something that can’t be fixed? And with everything she does to try to help people too.

● When thinking ahead, she fiddles with the temples of her sunglasses.
● Always has a bathing suit in her bookbag and purse. ALWAYS.
● She can get completely immersed in something, even ignoring people touching her. It takes a hard shove or her own decision to end it.
● She believes in mermaids.
● Off the top of her head, she’s pretty good at identifying what phase the moon will be in. She occasionally jokes that it’s because of her name.
● She wears sunglasses indoors.
● She’s a fan of text emojis - e.g. :D

● Swimming. Due to her condition, she can’t participate in most pool-based competitions, but has participated in some open water swimming races and placed well.
● Photography. The world just looks different through a camera. Very casual quality.
● Visual novel games.
● Shopping. She scoffs at those who claim it’s not a hobby, citing that being able to spend hours at various malls and able to successfully haggle at independent stores should qualify it.
● Socializing. She’ll go to parties and mostly hang out by the food, chatting with those who come by, and keeping an eye out for anyone who seems to be having a bad time.

+ Water. It’s almost like she was made for it.
+ Chatting with people/social activities. Stereotypical, huh?
+ Fish. Both as pets and as food. Despite the biology errors in the film, she did like Finding Nemo.
+ Pastel colors. They’re just so pretty in her opinion, and easy on the eye.
+ Her sunglasses. Obviously.
+ Dresses. Easy to wear, easy to accessorize, and almost always look good. She blames social stereotypes for why more people don’t wear them all the time.
+ Audiobooks. Really good ones are great to fall asleep to.
+Waterproof makeup. Thank god for that invention.

- Baking. Despite her love for giving gifts, she is just terrible at it.
- Sparta. He always hisses at her.
- Being mocked, especially when it comes to her failures in depth perception. Not exactly something she can fix.
- Basic grammar and spelling mistakes, especially on professional items. Many a bakery she won’t return to because they couldn’t spell ‘congratulations’.

Mother - Chika Cross - Cashier at a supermarket
Father - Silas G. Cross - Small Animal Veterinarian
Little brother - Nikolaos “Nikki” N. Cross - Will be entering 7th grade
Maine coon cat - Sparta - Sleeping on Nikki’s bed

The family lives in a simple two-story three-bedroom townhouse. Upon entering the first floor, there is a hallway that runs all the way back to the living room, and a door to your immediate left containing a small kitchen area, with a washer and dryer behind a large set of closet doors. The kitchen connects to the dining room, which connects to the living room. To the right upon entering the first floor is a stairwell heading up to the second floor. There is an open area at the top of the stairs, with five doors in a circular arrangement. Starting with the door closest to the top of the stairs, you have Nikolaos’ bedroom, Selene’s bedroom, the bathroom, her parents’ bedroom, and a linen closet. (Note: got layout from here) Selene’s mother favors wooden furniture, adding cushions where needed and knitting covers.

No car yet, but she’s got her eye on the Acura ILX models.

Selene doesn’t have much to say about her past. Sure, she got an eye infection when she was 4 that rendered her right eye useless and blind, and there were a few insensitive kids who bullied her over it. One of them was even her little brother - though he stopped picking on her once something similar happened to him. Thankfully, such incidents began to fade away as Selene progressed through elementary school. The summer after Selene finished elementary school, between her bullying and the desire for a shorter commute, the Cross family moved from St. Francis to Arrowsmith, South Dakota. Middle school was a bit of an adjustment for her, but she developed the strategy of gift-giving - and very few kids could turn down free cookies. Some resisted, but Selene just went to work figuring out what else she could give them. She joined the swimming team, but could not participate in competitions not held in a body of water or in the school’s pool due to her vision issues. The time spent waiting at those matches, she took upon herself to find new ways to amuse herself - photographing the swimmers, learning how to apply makeup, chatting with people.

Of course, she did manage to befriend some people - unfortunately, not everyone in her class applied for Arrowsmith High School, due to moving away or simply wishing for a more specialized high school or even some who have simply dropped contact altogether over the summer. She’s not worried, though - she’s fine making a new fresh start and doing well. Right now, her major goals are pretty simple, since she feels she knows who she is and what she’s going to do once she graduates - moving to the west coast, getting her own boat, and training to become an offshore saturation diver. For now, she feels she’ll be satisfied if she does well her freshman year and makes more friends.

Thank you for this!

Conan

Male

14

Ninth

Closeted gay

Single

Of the three triplets, Conan is clearly the most confident of the three. Conan is the tallest, although whilst he may tower the shorter ninth graders, he certainly doesn't look that tall in his family. Being 6'2", you would be hard pressed to find a ninth grader, and there would only be a few tenth graders, taller than Conan. This height has meant that he picks clothes from the adult section, and he enjoys this range. He picks button down shirts, with a comfortable, yet stylish, hoodie, most of the time. He pairs this with jeans, and a pair of simple trainers. Using his height to his full advantage, Conan uses a home gym four or five times a week, and this has allowed him to get quite fit, for a fourteen year old's standards at least. This is helped by his broad shoulders and naturally small waist.

Athletic | Arrogant | Outgoing | Confident | Tough

A kind boy on the inside, Conan keeps up a rugged exterior as a cover up to his homosexuality. One main reason that Conan acts how he does is to make everyone believe he's straight. When he's only with his family, or certain friends, he gets along well with all of them, in fact, him and Tadhg seem like best friends sometimes, until non-family members show up. When he's out with specific friends outside or at school, Conan quickly transitions into the bully that most people know him as. If Conan decides to take down the façade of being a bully around you, you know that he likes and trusts you as a good friend.

● Bad handwriting
● Loves buying physical CDs
● Mumbles to himself in Irish

● Exercise
● Punching
● His friends

+ His family
+ Staying fit
+ Intimidating people
- People who think they're better than him
- Homophobes

Pádraig ó Faoláin - Father - Businessman
Máire ó Faoláin - Mother - English teacher
Séamus ó Faoláin - Older brother - Senior
Niamh ó Faoiláin - Older sister - Junior
Maeve ó Faoláin - Triplet sister - Freshman
Tadhg ó Faoláin - Triplet brother - Freshman

Conan lives in a four bedroom house with the other two triplets, plus his older brother and sister Séamus and Niamh. They have just moved in, so the house is not completely decorated yet. It is in a good part of Arrowsmith, with a nice garden to do things in such as a barbecue.

No car.

Conan, along with the rest of his family, have just moved to Arrowsmith from the Gaeltacht in Ireland. All of the family are native Irish and English speakers, and speak both of them at home. This year, Conan wants to make friends, and maybe see if he can join a wrestling team at school. He doesn't really want a boyfriend at the moment, as he doesn't want anyone to know that he's gay.

Maeve, Red

Female

14

Ninth

Closeted bisexual

Single

Stylish, pretty, adventurous. These are just three words that could be used to describe Maeve ó Faoláin's dress sense. Maeve loves to look different. This could include a single stripe of blue hair, or just her normal hair, in a hairstyle that teeters on the edge of "different" and "in school suspension". Maeve will usually wear a loose fitting top, on top of a skirt. Sometimes, she'll wear tights, or long socks, but other times she'll allow her long legs to show. Most of her outfits show off her figure, being from a tall family, at 5'7", she is taller than most girls, and this makes her look slimmer than she already is.

Rebellious | Confident | Kind | Loyal | Charismatic

Maeve is a girl who knows exactly what she's doing. She wants to finish high school, get a couple of friends, maybe a boyfriend or girlfriend, and then go to college, either here in the USA or back in Ireland, and study politics before becoming a politician. Perhaps the first female president of Ireland. She would have attempted the first female Prime Minister of the UK, if it hadn't been for Thatcher and May. Still, you get a medal for third place. If you're friends with Maeve, you can guarantee that you won't be sad for more than five minutes. She believes that everyone is deserving of a second chance, and can make friends with practically everyone - especially when most of the guys want to be more than friends.

● Sings along to songs without thinking about it
● Beautiful handwriting
● Forgets to put more than underwear on in the morning

● Hanging out with friends
● Studying politics

+ Politics
+ Music
+ Singing
+ Peanut butter
+ Loyal friends
- Disloyal people
- Liars
- Marmite
- Fakes
- Homophobes

Pádraig ó Faoláin - Father - Businessman
Máire ó Faoláin - Mother - English teacher
Séamus ó Faoláin - Older brother - Senior
Niamh ó Faoiláin - Older sister - Junior
Conan ó Faoláin - Triplet brother - Freshman
Tadhg ó Faoláin - Triplet brother - Frehsman

Maeve lives in a four bedroom house with the other two triplets, plus her older brother and sister Séamus and Niamh. They have just moved in, so the house is not completely decorated yet. It is in a good part of Arrowsmith, with a nice garden to do things in such as a barbecue.

No car.

Maeve, along with the rest of her family, have just moved to Arrowsmith from the Gaeltacht in Ireland. All of the family are native Irish and English speakers, and speak both of them at home. This year, Maeve wants to make a few friends, hopefully they can get quite close. She also wouldn't mind having a boyfriend, or possibly a girlfriend.

Tadhg

Male

14

Ninth

Straight

Single

Tadhg usually wears simple clothes, such as a t shirt and jeans. He mostly attempts to blend in with the crowd. This is not needed however, as he is taller than many people his age, which means that nobody would like to mess with him. Along with the height that he has gained from his family, standing at 6', he is also broad shouldered and naturally slim. Like his brother, Tadhg uses his family's home gym. However, instead of doing it for brute strength and appearance, Tadhg does this to stay fit and strong for judo. Therefore, he sports a six pack, and also decent muscles that most 14 year old guys would want, however, he is not quite as muscular as his brother.

Self-conscious | Loyal | Shy | Worrisome | Nerdy

Tadhg has always been a shy child, which is surprising, seeing as both Conan and Maeve are so outgoing and confident. Some of Tadhg's socialisation takes place at his judo club, however, as he is one of the best at the club, being a purple belt, only one away from brown belt, the top for under 16s. This means that most will have to take place at school, where he will hopefully get some friends. If Tadhg is your friends, be prepared for some facts, whether they be about science, history, Japan, or something random. Whatever it is, he will be a good friend.

● Taps his feet a lot whilst sitting down
● Self conscious
● Does more than he's required to at school
● Terrible handwriting

● Judo
● Learning Japanese
● Socialising with his friends
● Science

+ Judo
+ Staying fit
+ His brothers and sisters
+ Science
+ Sushi
+ Japan
+ Japanese
- Annoying people
- Mean people
- Bullies

Pádraig ó Faoláin - Father - Businessman
Máire ó Faoláin - Mother - English teacher
Séamus ó Faoláin - Older brother - Senior
Niamh ó Faoláin - Older sister - Junior
Maeve ó Faoláin - Triplet sister - Freshman
Conan ó Faoláin - Triplet brother - Freshman

Tadhg lives in a four bedroom house with the other two triplets, plus his older brother and sister Séamus and Niamh. They have just moved in, so the house is not completely decorated yet. It is in a good part of Arrowsmith, with a nice garden to do things in such as a barbecue.

No car.

Tadhg, along with the rest of his family, have just moved to Arrowsmith from the Gaeltacht in Ireland. All of the family are native Irish and English speakers, and speak both of them at home. This year, Tadhg wants to make some friends, and get better at judo. One of his long term goals is to win the Olympics. He's not really thinking about a girlfriend at the moment, but probably wouldn't turn a girl down.

Aria is my name. Aria Delaney.

Come on, it's really not hard to tell. Female.

I'm 14-years-old. I'll be 15 in early January.

It's my ninth year of school.

Hetero, but Bi-Curious.

Taken by Kol Danvers ^{who is a Junior, this year}. He and I live in the same neighborhood, and met through our fathers. Both of our fathers went to AA meetings, and Kol and I were a couple of the kids who practically grew up in the rooms of AA. Our fathers became fast friends, and both eventually fell back into their old habits, enjoying it together in their new-found friendship. Kol and I became very close and decided one day that we'd take a shot at being something more. We've been together for a year and a half, now. Kol is my flashlight.

Standing at an approximate five foot four, weighing a total one-hundred and twenty-six pounds, I'm built with a majority of muscle and lean fat. I have a slim figure with slight curves, a set of average B-cups and a killer smile to go with it. My dark hair is quite lengthy, stretching past my breasts an inch or so. Dark, 'sh*t-brown' eyes match my hair color perfectly. Almost seeming black, in the darker hours of the day. In direct sunlight, my eyes brighten up and become more of a golden-brown. I've got my great-grandmother's nose, my mother's eyes and a mouth just like my father's. Both in shape and the way we talk. ^{Quite the sailor, sometimes.} Or at least that's what I've been told. I've got major scarring on my left hand from burns I received in a house fire that nearly took the life of my youngest brother. What people don't know ^{because they can't see them} is that I've also got quite the graveyard of scars on my upper thighs. Back in my early middle school days, I became an emotional cutter. No one knows of this, not even my parents. Well, Kol knows.. but he's the only exception, and I'd like to keep it that way.

+ Athletic
+ Considerate
+ Disciplined
+ Humble
+ Intelligent
+ Self-Sufficient
- Anxious
- Clumsy
- Depressed
- In-Decisive
- Insecure
- Stubborn

I'd think others would see me as a semi-quiet person, one who doesn't particularly enjoy speaking up for herself which by default makes me an excellent target for people who like to talk sh*t.. I am well-disciplined and am a great leader, when it comes to working together with others on such things as class projects and assignments. It pretty much goes without saying that about 98% of the people who meet me instantly love me. I am a real people person once I can get a feel for them, and am very friendly upon meeting new people but can be super shy at times, as well. Once you get to know me, I'll be one of your most trusted and loyal friends. Or, at least I hope I can be. I expect a lot of myself, and put others needs before my own. I am very family-oriented. I'm definitely different. Some might even say I'm difficult. They're right, because truth of the matter is, I'm complicated.

→ Always knowing what direction I am heading in.
→ I have a weakness for rescuing stray animals.
→ When dining out, before I leave, I always tidy up the dishes into neat stacks and reset condiments.
→ Constantly quoting my favorite movies and can usually identify a movie by a single quote. I can remember a whole movie's worth of monologue but can't remember what I ate for dinner last week. Like, really?
→ I can speak in cartoon-like voices that sound nothing like my actual voice. Usually when reciting Disney movie monologue or cosplaying Harley Quinn.
→ I tend to be roughly ten to thirty minutes early to any kind of appointment, meeting or even my school classes. I like to be punctual.

→ Cooking
→ Horse-back Riding
→ Singing
→ Reading
→ Drawing
→ Photography
→ Dancing
→ Writing Poetry
→ Dog-Walking
→ Playing Acoustic Guitar
→ Online Gaming
→ Online Role Playing
→ Fishing
→ Camping
→ Mudding
→ Quad Riding

+ My furkids (pets)
→ ^{Timber Wolf / Shepard Hybrids (same litter)} Roan & Shadow
→ ^{Shepard Mix & Rex Rat} Coyote (k-eye-oat) & Boog. Coyote is my youngest brother's, technically.
+ Wolves♥
+ Harley Quinn♦
+ DC Comics
+ Gaming
+ Reading
+ Artsy Activities
+ Animals
+ Summer
+ Sweater Weather
+ Cuddling
+ Hugs
+ Dodgeball
+ Softball
+ Volleyball
+ Texting
+ Helping Others
+ Laughing
+ Good Vibes
+ Rain / Storms
+ Smoking ^{not ciggarettes..}
+ Guys with Beards
- Being Alone
- Crowded Rooms
- Enclosed/Small Spaces
- Crying in Front of Others
- Being Touched Unexpectedly
- Drinking / Drunk People
- Horror Movies in Dark Rooms
- Chewing with an Open Mouth
- Common Core Math
- Cheaters
- Animal Abuse
- Make-Up
- Annoying People

→ Mother ✦ Monica Marie Delaney ✦ Deceased
→ Father ✦ Miles Joseph Bradshaw ✦ Self-Employed Contractor
→ Step-Mother ✦ Laurel Des Young ✦ Counselor for Reach Out ^{Local 'help' for Troubled Youth}
→ Grandmother, Mother's Side ✦ Yvonne Shiela Delaney ✦ Retired, Living in Retirement Community
→ Grandmother, Father's Side ✦ Donna Marie Bradshaw ✦ Retired, Living in Senior Living Home
→ Eldest Half-Sister, Father's First Marriage ✦ Genevieve Bradshaw ✦ College pursuing the Arts
→ Eldest Half-Brother, Father's First Marriage ✦ James David Bradshaw ✦ Working part-time job while helping his elderly grandmother
→ Ⅰ Eldest ^Full-Brother ✦ Joseph Daniel Delaney ✦ Works at K-Mart part-time, other half of his time he helps dad on his job sites
→ Ⅱ Elder ^Full-Brother ✦ Tyler Kaidan Bradshaw ✦ College Freshman at a local community college, works at Culver's full-time
→ Ⅲ Elder ^Full-Brother ✦ Wyatt Malloy Delaney ✦ 12^th Grade, part-time at Culver's with Tyler
→ Youngest Half-Brother, Father's Current ^Dying Relationship ✦ Christopher Michael Bradshaw ✦ Stays at home or with babysitter
→ Cousin, Mother's Side ✦ Devon McCracken ✦ 11^th Grade, part-time at Circle K

The house that built me is a two-story, five-bedroom, two-bath home, with an added attic and basement built in. Two bedrooms sit on the first floor (icluding the Masteer) while the other three sit on the second floor. Painted white with a dark brown roof. The windows are short in width but stand tall, five in a row on the first floor, and four in a row on the second. The attic also has windows. Four small ones in total, all grouped together. There's also a small porch area outside of the front door. There's a flimsy metal door that encloses the porch before you can get to the front door. Once inside, you'll notice nothing is particularly new in this house. Since my mother passed, things haven't been taken care of as well as they should. Paint is beginning to peel off the walls, the floorboards creak louder than they used to and depending on your step, even cave in slightly as if ready to collapse. The four rooms used for the Delaney/Bradshaw kids were quite small, the master bedroom was only slightly bigger than theirs. Many family photos litter the walls of the house, as well as old notes and drawings plastered on the old fridge with magnets of every shape and size. Now that only Wyatt, Christopher and I live at the house with dad, we each have our own rooms and dad has his room and own little office space out of the fifth bedroom. In the backyard, there's a tree house and a play-set that was built when Tyler and Wyatt were kids that now only Christopher uses. Sometimes I indulge in his childish games and will play outside with him in the tree house and on the play set, pushing him on the swings or helping him climb the monkey bars. The house that built me also tears me down. So many good and bad memories in this place..

I don't have my own car, yet. Kol does, though. He usually drives me to and from school so I don't have to rely on my dad.

Where do I even begin? |Taking a moment, Aria takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out, rubbing her palms over the tops of her thighs firmly.| Well, I guess it all starts with my birth. I was born in the wee hours of a Friday morning, January 18^th, 2002. My parents were engaged at the time of my arrival, but lasted only another two years before they broke off their relationship for the last time. With four boys and two girls on their hands, they did whatever they could to keep us as comfortable as they possibly could, even from separate households. Dad's was always the most packed, with James, Joseph, Tyler, Wyatt and Genevieve.. not to mention myself. No matter which house I was in, though, I was always the baby. Picked on by the rest of my siblings but got spoiled the most by my parents and grandmas. I've never known my 'grandpas'. My mother's dad was an alcoholic who used to beat my grandma, and my dad's absentee father was never around for him. He left my daddy early on in his childhood. The only man my daddy ever grew up looking up to were my great Uncle Glen and great grandpa, who we call 'Pops'. I spent most of my time at my mom's house, though. The three youngest of my brothers also stayed with my mom during the school week, and got to spend time at our dad's on the weekend. Over the years, both our parents found new people to be with and soon ^{approx. 6 years after the split with dad} our mom was engaged again to a man by the name of Walter Kennedy. He turned out to be a better stand-in-father than our own dad ever was, and probably ever would be.
Mom worked at a bar called Poor Richard's as a bartender, and tended to drink on the job quite often only to come home hammered off her *ass. When she'd get home, she'd drink more until she'd black out. Walt wasn't too much help in this situation, although to his credit he did try convincing her to at least slow it down, knowing she didn't have the will to stop. She never did. After years of watching her stumble through the school grounds to pick me up from After School Program, screaming in a drunken cheers at me while I was acting up on stage for a play my class put on in 5th grade, and me having to search her room for peppermint schnapps bottles to empty out before she could return home. I may have been the baby in the household, but I seemed to be the only one trying to help mom with her disease. At one point or another, mom dragged me around to the AA meetings she went to like dad had suggested her to do. They didn't seem to be her thing, and before ya' knew it she was back to doing what she loved. Drinking. Wasn't too long after the family finally came to the conclusion she needed to go to rehab and her refusing treatment, that she landed herself in the hospital several times for blood transfusions. At that time, my dad convinced her and Walt to let him take over custody of me. I didn't really understand why until a few months later. Finally, one day just a week after Christmas of '12 had passed, she was back in the hospital, but this time the doctor said there was nothing they could do. Mom wouldn't wake. They transferred her to a convalescent facility where she spent her last week before she died of liver failure.. internal bleeding, including several spots on her brain. She died a complete stranger. The cirrhosis caused her skin to yellow and age, making her 36-year-old self to look 10 years older. Her death landed 11 days before my 12th birthday.
Dad, however, worked as an independent contractor. Unlicensed and usually under the table, but he was very good at what he did.He also had a much different addiction, than mom did. Drugs. In his early years he dabbled in quite a few different things, but the one he refused to let go of was weed. Dad would lock himself in the garage and get high with his childhood buddies, leaving my siblings and I to our grandma to entertain us. It seemed at times I hardly even knew who my dad was. I became very close with my grandma during the early years of my childhood, and grew further apart from my dad. He would try buying our love with material things, and one time buying us a group of hermit crabs to somewhat satisfy our want for a house pet. On rare occasions, we'd take day trips to the lake or weekend trips to the river to camp and fish. Other than that, dad was hardly around for any of us. When my mother began to go downhill with her health about a year before her passing, to his credit, he went cold turkey and started going to NA meetings. During this time, he met my step-mom Laurel. They were both in NA trying to set their lives straight, and going against the 'unspoken rule' of the meetings (not dating anyone till after your first year of sobriety), they began dating and sooner than later found out they were pregnant. 9 months later I was blessed with the fact I was no longer the baby, anymore and had to do a bit of growing up. Even though I was the youngest of the older siblings in the Bradshaw house, I was the one stuck babysitting Christopher while dad and Laurel went away to NA meetings that sometimes lasted till the early hours of the morning. Dad kept me at my school to finish out 6th grade, but once the school year ended, I was transferred into a new school in the town near the apartment my father and Laurel rented. I spent the two years of my Middle School life living with my father and step-mom. I was treated like Cinderella, during those times, although thankfully I didn't have any mean step-siblings to deal with. Just my own brothers, who still managed to be a pain in my rear. During the last two years, my dad dropped NA and started going to AA meetings but eventually dropped out when he met Mr. Danvers (Kol's dad) who he began going on drinking binges with. It's difficult living with old memories
After 8th grade graduation, dad and Laurel bought the house that his mom used to own in the same town I was born and raised in. So, here I am. Enrollment day at Arrowsmith High. Not too excited for school, especially high school of all things, but it is the high school I would have gone to had my mom still been around. I was more excited to see old faces, than anything. I don't want to be labeled as 'the girl who lost her mom', anymore. I want to make a name for myself, here. I want to place on the Freshman softball team, land a place in the AVID program for next year, and maybe join a club or two, as well. I don't want to stand out, so much, as I want to just kind of.. exist among the masses. Share some time and space but not get in people's way. Follow my own path and maybe make some decent friends and memories along the way.

N/A

Quinten Ezra Rumancek. I prefer Ezra at home and among close friends, but normally go by Quinn. Either of the two work for me, though.

I'm a dude, last I checked.

15-years-old. Just turned a couple weeks ago.

9^th grade.

Heterosexual.

Fresh out of a relationship. Currently single.

I stand tall for my age, at 6'2 and weigh roughly 196 lbs. A bit chunkier than I'd like to be, but whatever. My dark hair extends down past my ears, hanging freely. The color of my eyes is a soft grey, and turn hazel when I cry. When I get upset, they darken and almost seem to turn black. I've got a nice, long, jagged scar on my left forearm from when I was just 12 years old where my bone punctured through my skin. Fell off my horse for the first time and busted my arm open. That was fun. Oh, and another scar that has since dropped down into my left eyebrow from when I was 2 years old. I was at a baby sitter's house at the time, and thought it'd be cool to pretend to be Superman. I climbed up onto the dining room table, and jumped out onto the tile flooring, slitting my forehead open. My mom, when she came rushing to come get me, had thought I was dead. She constantly reminds me of the scare any time she catches a glimpse of the scar.

+ Generous
+ Polite
+ Respectful
+ Loyal
+ Observant
+ Persistent
+ Soft-hearted
- Hard Headed
- Sarcastic
- Impatient
- Boorish at times, depending on situation
- Says things before thinking when mad/upset sometimes

I'm a people-pleaser. I’ll do just about anything for anyone, even if they’ve done me wrong. In my opinion, I'm quite a natural leader.. although I’d rather be a team player, most times. Being the team lead isn’t that difficult for me to become. I can have quite the temper, though. Rub me the wrong way, too far, and you’ll catch a glimpse of my 'Mr. Hyde'. I've got, what seems like a quiet and reclusive demeanor at first, but really I just like to stay quiet and watch everything from afar. I have this rule that papa passed down to me, ‘Nothing ever gets done right when you do or say something without sitting back to think on it first.. never done anyone any amount of good.’ For my age, I'm wise beyond my years and most definitely independent, or so I've been told.. Must have been brought up due to the fact my father wasn't around to teach me how to be a man, so I taught myself. Growing up without a father present most times, while taking care of my baby sister while mom has been distracted by her own troubles over the years, all while trying to live as an adult trapped in a young kid’s body. As much as I don't like to, I know how to follow orders and am well-disciplined. Can thank my papa for that. With my dad absent, my papa and uncle both stepped in and became the only 'father figures' I've had in my life.

→ I tend to arrange things in a particular way. For example, all my dollar bills have to be facing forward and in increasing order in my wallet.
→ Apparently I've got a 'discomfort' with the top of any hour. I tend to set my alarm for 6:05AM instead of 6AM on the dot. Or microwave things that suggest a minute and thirty seconds at 1:35. My counselor always tells me the same thing. “The top of the hour represents a new beginning to you. It’s typical for some people. That sense of a new beginning can make you nervous, so you create tricks to try to avoid it,” he says. “Picking an offbeat time setting isn’t a harmful ritual, but it’s also not a realistic strategy. The rest of the world isn’t going to stop the top of the hour from happening.”
→ I've got a tendency to look up at the sun/moon and can easily tell what the approximate time is.
→ For some reason, matter where it is in a word, my 't's are always capitalized. I don't know why I picked that up, but I could never drop the habit of doing so. So I've just kept it.
→ When stressed or lying, I tend to talk from the corner of my mouth.
→ Always standing with my hands behind my back, sometimes in an “at ease” position, though I have never been in the military. Guess I get it from my dad and papa.
→ Always having change in my pocket to give to beggars or homeless.
→ I have a fifty cent piece that I carry around in my pocket. When I get nervous/anxious, I begin rolling it over my knuckles.

→ Journaling
→ Singing
→ Western horse-back riding
→ Online Gaming - PC for WOW & CoD for Xbox
→ Eating..
→ Breathing...
→ Netflix....?
→ Football

+ Lifted trucks
+ Dogs
+ Video games
+ Guns/Shooting/Hunting
+ Playing acoustic guitar
+ Singing ^{(although he likes to keep this somewhat secret)}
+ Archery
+ Board games
+ ATVs
+ Military-related anything
+ Camping
+ Day-trips to the river/lake
+ Working with my grandpa. Farmhand-type work
- Homework
- People
- Chores
- Bullies
- Being alone/single
- People who talk too much
- Words or phrases repeated over and over
- Overly hyper people
- Interrupting cows....wha?- MOO!
- Squash..just, no.
- And meatloaf. No meatloaf.

→ Mother ☬ Jennifer Lee Rumancek ☬ Works at Culver's as Asst. Manager
→ Father ☬ Ezra Joseph Rumancek ^{(guy on far right)} ☬ Deployed Navy SEAL, On Mission
→ Older Brother ☬ James Tanner Rumancek ☬ Deployed Army, Over-seas
→ Younger Sister ☬ Skylar Josephine Rumancek ☬ 7th Grade at neighboring Junior High
→ Grandpa ☬ Joseph Rumancek ☬ Retired Marine, tends to ranch & participates in Cattle Drives
→ Uncle ^{Dad's brother} & Cousin ☬ John & Peter Rumancek ☬ Helps Grandpa with farm & Peter is in 2nd Grade
→ 2 Cousins & Aunt ☬ Destiny, Jestina and Leah Rumancek ☬ Senior at Arrowsmith, College Freshman, helps grandpa on ranch

Our house isn't really anything to brag about. It's nice and all, but.. it just seems empty anymore. It's a 3 bedroom, 2 bath house. In the backyard we have a pool, which is nice for the summer time. Of course, out front we fly an American flag in respect for all the men and women who've fought for our country, especially our grandpa and my dad. The floors of our house are wooden, the walls are covered with scattered pictures and a couple of mounted animal heads. One being mine, the rest my father's. I've got my first buck mounted on the wall beside the door that leads down to my basement-turned-bedroom. There's two parts to my room. One part is where my loft bed, desk, couch and dressers are. The other part, separated by two glass doors by the stairs, is my little theater/gaming room. My uncle helped me set it up.

I have a truck, but I'm not old enough to drive it yet. My grandpa got it for me for my birthday this year. It's the exact truck I've been wanting for years. It's a 1979 Chevy Silverado 4x4. 4" Rancho Suspension Lift, 3" Body Lift, 38.5" Gumbo Monster Mudders 15x12 Chrome Wheels, Diamond Plate Tool Box, 2 KC 150Watt Lights, Grill Guard, MileMarker Part-Time Kit, Warn Hubs, Dual Exhaust w/echo tips, Sunroof, Tinted Windows, Pioneer Stereo System, AirTank/Bumper Combo, and 17" Drop Hitch. Here are a few pictures, if you don't know trucks the way I do. Picture #1. Picture #2. Picture #3. I only have to wait one more year to drive her. Legally, anyway. Grandpa lets me drive it around on his ranch. With him or Uncle John in the passenger seat at all times, though. Haven't gotten to drive her by myself, yet.

What I'm about to say are things I don't tell to just anyone, okay? So please, don't throw it back in my face and make me regret saying anything. |Quinten takes a second, looking you dead in the eye before dropping his head as he begins to speak again.| My dad has been in the military since before I was born. I never really got to make much of a bond with him, and have spent my better years getting close with my mom. You very well may say I'm a 'momma's boy'. Two years after I was born, my sister was brought into my life. As weird as it may sound, she and I don't really fight like your 'average' brothers and sisters do. We got that out of our systems years ago. Our older brother and I used to fight a lot, but since he moved out and joined the Army, we haven't so much as talked very much.

Skylar and I are pretty much each other's best friends. We talk about anything and everything, just about. Although, she doesn't quite get the way I feel about our dad. He acknowledges me, but spends most of his time around my sister when he's home. She's smart. Genius, even. She gets all A's in her classes, except the stray B+ she got in her science class. That's one thing we both aren't too savvy with. English and History are our major favorites in school. And PE, in a sense. Depending on the sports activities they have us do.

During the summer, and weekends in the school year, I go out to my grandpa's farm and help him with the work. Branding calves, putting down the wild dogs that terrorize our livestock, and making sure anything and everything else is in order. Sometimes, if I catch Uncle John in time from picking Peter up from school, mom lets me catch a ride with him out to grandpa's farm on school nights. My mom hasn't been very happy lately. She doesn't say it, but you can see it in her eyes. The way they don't light up the way they used to, or the way her smile doesn't fully reach to her ears the way it did when she was truly happy. Even when dad comes home, she's not her usual self. As much as I try to help, it's nice to get out from the funk hanging around our house. It's a heavy weight on my chest that's hard to shake, anymore. The house is way too quiet, these days.

On days when the weight becomes unbearable and I have to escape for a while, I talk to Uncle John and grandpa in search of help. Me being 'the man of the house' while dad's away, it's basically my responsibility to make sure everything in our house is right. These days, I've been having trouble doing what's right. Over the summer, my mom caught me smoking for the first time with my Junior High buddy, Mark, and she really took off on me. I'm currently grounded. Probably will be for the rest of my life. Guess it's a good thing I didn't care too much for the cigg.

I act out every now and then. As much as I'd like to deny it, I know it's true. How could I not? My mom insisted I go talk with the counselor once a week. There's no avoiding it. This is my life, and I've got to deal with it. This year, I hope to get my grades back on track. Last year they weren't so good. I want to get into Choir, Drama or Band. I think I'd feel at home among the people in those classes. I've never really been one to fit in. Only ever had one or two really good friends. Since moving to a new school, I have to make all brand new friends. Guess that's another goal of mine. Making a new friend this year, besides my English teacher. I mean, if my English teacher was the only friend I made this year, that would be sorta depressing.

This is my backpack for this year. It's just a tactical sling pack.
On my person, you can usually find me carrying around my Yamaha APX 7A acoustic electric guitar in its hard case. The guitar is a deep forest green, itself.
I've got the responsibility of taking care of 5 animals in the house. 3, technically 4 of which are mine. My dogs Jack (6 y.o. Corgi) and Bagheera (2 ^1/2 y.o. black Pit Bull Terrier), stallion Brego (4 ^1/2 y.o) and colt Cisco (5 m.o.). I also take care of the mare that bred with Brego. It's only temporary. We will be returning her to grandpa's friend soon. Cisco is almost ready to wean. Another month, maybe. My sister also has this cat of hers that hangs around me every now and then. It's name is Marley. We don't know how old he is, but from what I know about cats, he looks like a Maine Coon? The shelter said his tail got amputated when they rescued him cause he got ran over and broke it, and the shelter vet thought it be best just to cut it off all together. Not much of a cat person, honestly, but Marley is the coolest and most chill cat you'll ever meet! We've had him for about 7 years now, so he's getting up there in age.

Miles Jason "Jay" Payton

Male.

15.

Ninth

Doesn't really know yet.

Single.

Miles' hair color is dark brown and his eye color is light brown. His height is 5'10" and his weight is around 156 lbs. His body type is normal, slim and skinny. He usually seen wear, khaki pants, a belt and a denim button collar shirt. Most of the time he is seen wearing his glasses, but also wears his eye contacts some times. He is pretty much would you consider someone normal.

Clever, Intelligent, Timid, Friendly, Loyal

Miles is the typical nerd. He isn't comfortable with talking to people much, unless he knows them well. He is friendly, but he really only considers to make a friend when he gets to know them well and he hates socializing, but if you can get past that, he can be a great loyal friend. It takes a lot to try to get him to socialize or to get him to a social event. It can be said that he doesn't like to try new things.

Miles is awkward, very awkward. He's horrible at trying to make conversation with people, and makes jokes that they probably wouldn't get. He is not the nicest person either, as he can be insensitive and honestly not care about someone's problems. Not to mention, sometimes it's very hard for him to take a hint at something about what someone is trying to say to him.

Miles is smart and can learn things quite quickly. In his school years, he has never made a grade that wasn't a passing grade. He studies a lot and reads books in his free time. He doesn't really play video games, or watch videos and TV a lot. He is practically a teacher's pet, as he always raises his hand up to answer a question that no one else seemed to know.

He's doesn't know his sexuality at all yet. He's never had a girlfriend, or boyfriend. Miles assumes he's heterosexual, but not completely sure about it. He's curious to know, but keeps it to himself, as he probably won't have a significant other throughout high school. Miles doesn't trust anyone at all, after seeing his real mother cheat on his dad, he doesn't trust anyone with his own heart.

● Trails off in sentences sometimes.
Corrects people about how to pronounce things casually.
Bites his lip when nervous.

● Reads books/comic books.
Studies.
Listens to music.
Watches TV.

+ Computers
Science fiction
Privacy
Being alone
- Loud Talkers
Crowds
Complainers
Idiotic People

Joseph Payton - Father
Amanda Ritter - Father's girlfriend.
Lindsy Payton - Younger Sister

The Paytons live in a normal modern house. It has an upstairs, where the bedrooms are. The bottom stairs area is the kitchen, living room, etc. In the living room, there is a flat screen TV and a couch with a nice new coffee table. The kitchen counters that is made of grey marble. The color of the walls down stairs is a grayish blue and the upstairs is plain yellow.

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When Miles was born, he and his mother were happy. Joseph and Mary Payton had always wanted a child, so when they had him, it was the best thing for them at that time. And one year later, they had another child who they named Lindsy. Miles had went to a magnet school, and surprisingly for a nerd, he was never bullied. Sure he was teased for the strange way he acted, and that he made good grades on his tests. Life was pretty normal, and nice for him.

Unfortunately, his mother grew to not like settling down at found it boring, so she started cheating on Joseph and no one knew for quite a while. Except Miles, he saw a mysterious man and Mary kiss once when his dad was at work and Miles should've been asleep. Miles had never said anything about it, as he didn't want to ruin his family. But at least a few months later, his mother out of no where wanted a divorce.

Lindsy and Joseph didn't know why she wanted a divorce, but Miles knew. He still didn't think it was a good idea to tell on her, and soon enough, they got divorced. Miles still kept his mouth shut, he didn't know why, he just did. And after for a while, it was just Lindsy, Miles, and Joseph. Even though Joseph was heartbroken, he still tried his best to support the family.

When Miles was 12, he noticed that his father Joseph had started looking for a new wife. And he had hit the jackpot, her name was Amanda Ritter, and she was great to Lindsy and Joseph. Joseph and Amanda had a really great relationship, and Amanda Lindsy mingled a lot. As for Miles, he never liked her. He believed she'd do the same to his father, and he didn't want that to happen. Miles still doesn't perfectly trust her still to this day.

After graduating from middle school, Miles went to Arrowsmith High School. And so far, it seems nice. At least for now, that is.

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