♥ Writing in her journal ♥
♥ Archery & Martial Arts ♥
♥ Photography & Scrapbooking ♥

▪ Constantly applying lip gloss to her lips – At least every hour or so ▪
▪ In awkward silence or any silence at all, she hums and sways to the side ▪
▪ Speaks fluent Korean when she’s upset ▪
▪ Rarely carries around change ▪
▪ Sings lyrics ▪

☑ Social Media - She has an Instagram, Snapchat, Twitter & Facebook ☑
☑ Milkshakes ☑
☑ Singing & Dancing ☑
☑ Romantic Gestures ☑
☑ Cooking & Baking ☑
☑ Hugging, Kissing & Cuddling ☑
☑ Watching Sports ☑
☑ Video Games ☑

☒ Guys that can’t take a hint ☒
☒ Being called Porcelain Doll ☒
☒ Heavy scents – Perfumes or Cologne ☒
☒ Dark Chocolate ☒
☒ Meaningless Conversations ☒
☒ Gory & Horror Movies ☒

ø Krista has an awkward fear of being rejected ø
ø She is also afraid of heights despite having been on a plane and such ø
ø She also has a fear of any kind of abuse ø

Ambrose Louis Zelaya

Rose, because it is a shorten version of his name and because of his occupation. Although Ambrose prefers if only close friends referred to him this way, as the nickname has been used in a mean-spirited manner many times

June 15th 1995

21

Male

Homosexual

Single

In the past, yes

Florist

Detroit, Michigan

Biracial - white father and African American mother

Ambrose has a slender figure, and stands at a mere 5'5'' and has a sort of a baby face. However everything on him is a lean muscle, toned from years of track team and regular running. His skin is a tawny brown, with deep gold undertones. He doesn't have the best posture though, and is often slouched in attempt appear smaller and be less noticeable in general. Ambrose has a pair of deep hazel eyes, framed with dark thick lashes. His hair is a deep black with soft curls that rest on his forehead. His skin splattered with dark freckles, across his cheeks and back, and he has several small scars on his upper thighs as well as a couple deep, ugly scars on his torso.

The young man has no tattoos, although he has a couple in mind he wants to get someday. But he does sport a small septum piercing, other then that, Ambrose is pretty bare in terms of body modifications. He tends to wear monotone clothes, mostly black and grey with only pastel colors like mint green occasionally. The clothing pieces are usually loose and comfortable, although Ambrose is always seen wearing his favorite pair of high tops sneakers. Yet he is seen the most in his florist apron.

◘ Painting
◘ Photography
◘ Film Reviewing
◘ Running in the early morning for exercise

◘ Pulls all-nighters to finish a particular painting, messes up his sleep schedule for a week and barely functions on coffee the entire time
◘ Extremely fidgety, especially when anxious
◘ Doodling on every piece of paper he gets his hands on
◘ Smoking (Although this is a rare thing to witness as he only indulges when he is particularly stressed)

◘ Confusing art films
◘ Plants
◘ Dancing
◘ Rain and Thunderstorms
◘ Snails
◘ Indie/Alternative music

◘ Crowded Rooms
◘ High-pressure situations or high-expectations
◘ Airplanes/Airports
◘ Elitist Attitudes
◘ Bigotry in general
◘ People flaking on plans/promises. It's a real pet peeve of his

◘ Fear of heights
◘ Fear of tight/small spaces
◘ Fear of running into the law

The first impression Ambrose makes on people, is a small guy who seems timid and socially uncomfortable. And this is true for the most part. Ambrose naturally shies away from the spot-light and likes instead to observe people from a distance (one of his favorite past times is people watching). He is a naturally anxious and cautious person, leading him to be un-trusting and suspicious of other people's motives. Most people who speak to him for the first time are met a with a guarded and tense conversation. Yet despite this Ambrose is more a follower and is easily pressured into activities he would't have otherwise done himself. He is non-confrontational and his goal is to keep the peace which is why he is easily influenced.

Because of his introversion, Ambrose is more focused on his own pursuits instead of relationships, like painting and photography. Both of which are passions he hopes to turn into a career someday. He is incredibly invested in the arts, but he is too afraid to quit his day job for a full-time career as an artist. He spends almost all of his free time painting, and has even had a couple successful art shows. Yet overall, Ambrose is still naive and unsure of how to further his skills and network successfully to make his break into the industry.

Despite his initial prickly exterior, Ambrose is quite affectionate to the ones who have earned his trust. A little emotionally needy, he is eager to please those have captured his affections. Ambrose has the habit of putting others before him, often neglecting himself for days on end. Yet romantic partners of Ambrose are disappointed with someone who is afraid of both emotional intimacy and commitment.

Ambrose also has an unexpected wild side, this is something he tries to hide the most as it has gotten him into many sticky situations. It really only comes out with drinking or anything else like that. When he is like this, he is more willing to take risks and tell people how he really feels. This is probably when he is at his funniest, sarcastic and even a bit flirty.

Ambrose grew up in a cramped apartment, in the inner city that was wracked with poverty and crime. It was a daily part of his environment, to be unsure of if he would get dinner, and if he would even be safe considering the criminal activity. An only child with neglectful parents with a father who took his anger out on his family and a mother who drowned her sorrows with alcohol. They weren't really completely evil people, but they shouldn't have been parents. Ambrose had to grow up on his own, and his only escape from reality was through the arts.

But as he grew to adolescence, he became painfully aware of the expectations around him. To have a reliable job, to be tough and masculine, and so on. This, combined with involvement with the "bad kids", Ambrose fell down a slippery slope of petty crime. Eager to prove himself among his peers, the teenager began to deal drugs and even took part in a few (unarmed) robberies. He never had the intention to hurt people, and viewed it as a way to get cash for food and other basic essentials. But Ambrose also began nursing a drug addiction, thanks to easy access and pressure from his "friends".

Ambrose barely graduated from high school, and with rapidly deteriorating health, he soon realized he needed to take a good hard look at himself. He was a shell of the person he used to be, malnourished and a lost purpose in life. Ambrose knew he didn't want this life, and he knew he didn't want this life. So one day, he just got up and left. He forced himself to go cold turkey, he forced himself to face horrible withdrawals and cut ties with everyone from his old life. To them, Ambrose was now dead. He moved to a small town in Michigan and landed a job in a entry-level position in a florist shop. The owner noticed his hard-work and eye for design and with training, Ambrose was promoted to a florist. He has now worked there for a year, and has also been sober for a year.

Ambrose auditioned for The Real World as sort of a joke, he never really thought he would get past the initial application. He was pretty surprised when he got the call for further interviews. Yet he still held the belief he wouldn't get past this stage either, so he was actually semi-relaxed during the interviews. It was only when he got the call, actually offering him a place on the show did reality sink in. Ambrose was afraid, what if they dug up things from his past? What if he went down in reality TV history as the most annoying guy ever? Anxieties filled his head, so many things could go wrong for him. But eventually he decided it was too big of an opportunity to pass up, and Ambrose decided to accept the role.

(My favorite TV show is Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Ashanti Nicole Howard

Shawn. Her entire family has been calling her Shawn since she was younger, which is just a shortened version of her first name. She'll introduce herself as such unless in a professional environment.

January 15th, 1995

Twenty-Two

Female

Bisexual

Single

Yes

Bartender

Brooklyn, New York

African-American

Shawn stands at a mere five feet, two inches tall. She has curves in all the right places; her waist is slim and her hips wide. Her muscles are well defined and toned, however, as a result of weekly strenuous physical activity. Her clear, glowing skin is the color of cinnamon, and her curly black hair falls just below her shoulders. She prefers to keep her hair in a braided protective style, allowing her hair to grow. There is a dull scar on her left eyebrow, which she tends to cover up with makeup.

Her eyes are large and almond shaped, the brown of the iris so dark that it almost appears to be black. Her eyes are fringed with long, thick lashes. She sometimes wears thick, black rimmed glasses solely because she thinks they complement her well. She has a perfectly straight nose, of which one of her friends described as a "Ski Slope," and perfectly arched, dark eyebrows. Her face is heart-shaped; she has high cheekbones and a pointed chin. Her lips are full and always covered with a clear lip gloss. When smiling, you can see that she has two rows of perfectly whitened teeth, a slight overbite present.

Shawn's style of dress can be summarized as "Urban Fashion," an edgy look that reflects lifestyle, attitudes and individuality. She prefers to go to thrift shops to find clothes that she can make into something new. Not being a big fan of flashy jewelry, you'll only ever see her wear a ring on her left middle finger, which was given to her by an old friend. She has helix piercings, conch piercings, tragus piercings, and lobe piercings in both of her ears. She has a septum piercing, as well. Shawn has a large number of tattoos covering her arms, neck, left leg, and a few more in hidden areas. She plans on getting more.

Shawn is a seemingly calm and sweet girl, yet is by no means a pushover. She can very much take care of herself, but is smart enough to know when to pick a fight and when to let something go. She is someone who isn't weighed down by the troubles of everyday life, is not restricted by other people's opinions, and is always herself regardless of the situation. She craves adventure, thrills, and new things. Shawn is also very observant, and tends to notice things about her surroundings that others may not. It's very easy for her to read and/or figure out other people.

Having grown up with a large number of male friends and cousins, Shawn considers herself to be a bit of a "Tomboy." She'd much rather spend her time playing basketball or chilling with the guys than hanging out with girlfriends. Although Shawn prefers to keep to herself and stay quiet, when in a confident mood, she can be very charismatic and outgoing.

Shawn is confident in herself and her actions, often to a fault. She is very opinionated, has trouble asking for help, and hates admitting when she's wrong. When things don't go as she planned or in a positive direction, she can get frustrated very easily. Shawn has a bit of a "potty mouth," and uses profanity even when she isn't trying to. She also has a lot of trouble controlling her temper, and whenever someone pushes her to her limit, she'll snap; it will often result in her yelling a large number of obscene words, throwing objects, and even going as far as to get physical.

Shawn was born in Brooklyn, NY. There she was raised by her single mother, Jasmine Howard, and her Aunt Tina. Her father, Terrell, left the picture before Shawn was born. Although the family lived on the "wrong side of the tracks," Shawn's guardians always worked their hardest to provide for their little girl. While her mother was working during the day as a waitress, her Aunt was working all night as a security guard. With their combined income, the family managed to pay the rent of their small, two bedroom apartment in full each month without the help of any other family members.

Shawn had a seemingly normal childhood. She had a nice handful of friends, always did her best in school, and even joined a basketball team during the Summers to keep herself in shape. By her Senior year in high school, Shawn was the star point guard of the girls' basketball team, had a 4.0 GPA, and had a pretty promising future. That is, until she met Terrance.

Terrance was your usual high school burnout, the boy who everyone knew was going to end up either working at Taco Bell, in prison, or dead by the time he was twenty-one. She met him at a party, and the two of them instantly bonded over their same tastes in music. Pretty soon, Shawn found herself cutting class, smoking weed, and getting into more trouble than ever before. Though their relationship was strictly platonic, Shawn could easily say that Terrance brought out the best and worst of her. It was with him that she realized how much she loved creating art or singing more than she enjoyed playing basketball. It was with him that she remembered what it was like to let loose and have fun again.

Against her mother and aunt's wishes, Shawn decided not to accept a Basketball scholarship to NYU. Instead, after she graduated high school, she got a job at a local club bussing tables. After taking a few classes, she eventually worked her way up to bartending. Every now and then she'll perform at the club with Terrance and his band in order to make some extra cash. She has not spoken to her family since she was eighteen.

It took a great deal of convincing for Shawn to finally audition for The Real World. Of course, being the laid-back, low-key person that she was, she wasn't so sure that she was ready for all of the drama. She was, however, eager to go on a new "adventure." Both Terrance and Shawn auditioned for the show. During the interview process, everything just sort of flowed for Shawn; she was one-hundred percent herself. She was very surprised once she got news that she'd been chosen to join the show and Terrance hadn't.

Grey's Anatomy is the greatest show ever.

Caleb J. Anderson

CJ is the nickname his friends gave him and it stuck.

September 21, 1993

24

Male

Bisexual

Complicated; On Again Off Again Relationship

Yes

Crisis Management Secretary by Day, Adult Film Star by Night

Atlanta, Georgia

Mixed - Puerto Rican/African-American

Cj takes very good care of his appearance. His hair is often times well manicured, and his eyebrows are always arched in a masculine way. He is always seen wearing a different colored tank top with a pair of jeans or sweat pants. He loves wearing sneakers and has a vast collection of them. His skin is a beautiful caramel tone, and his teeth always pass the white tissue test. He has curly hair that he has dyed a light blonde on the tips. He will wear a hat every now and then and tends to change his hair color once a month or once every two months. His body is well toned from exercise. It's more of a swimmer's build. He doesn't have a lot of hair on his body, but will grow out his facial hair which adds to his attractiveness. He's in no way perfect, he has scars from the bashing on his back where the kicks landed, and there is a very feint scar on his chin. He has a tattoo of a heart with wings and the name of his grandfather Matthew scribed in cursive within the heart on his right shoulder blade. He also has a koi fish on the inner part of his thigh extremely close to his groin. If he wears a speedo you'd be able to see it. He has two stars along the "v" cut towards the bottom point, right above his manhood.

Aside from singing, dancing, and posting videos on Youtube, Caleb enjoys hiking and writing short stories in his free time. He loves to travel but rarely gets the chance to leisurely travel, as most of his traveling is for work purposes. He likes to garden as well, and cooking is one of his main hobbies. Ask him to make a dish and he’ll give you something you’ll never forget.

He does tend to go overboard with drinking when he is at parties. He has a habit of biting his bottom lip when he is nervous. It is rather sexual if one observes it, but to him, it’s not.

He likes having fun, reading murder mysteries, listening to music, vlogging, his job, cooking, and playing video games.

He doesn’t care to fondly for people who ruin the mood, drama queens, homophobes, bullies, disrespectful pricks whose only goal is to make the life of others miserable, fighting though he will do so if he has to, and insecurity.

He has a fear of snakes. He watched a friend get attacked by one when he was growing up and he avoids them at all cost. He also has a fear of dying alone.

Caleb is the type of guy that knows what he wants and goes after it. Caleb is very smart, but most would never know his past in the school decathlon growing up. He doesn't talk about himself, but rather enjoys listening to others talk about their life and growing up. He is the type that will open his heart to those he trusts, and if they betray him he will go the extra mile to get recompense before moving on. He can be funny, and motivational to others. He’s been through a lot and has survived. He smiles more than he frowns but there are those days that he likes to be left alone. He is an extrovert and likes crowds, but again some days he likes solidarity. Dancing and singing are hobbies for him, two that helped him overcome. Caleb is flirtatious and will openly flirt with nearly anyone, sometimes just to get a reaction. He is confident in his sexuality and knows what he likes. In other words, CJ is quite promiscuous but he's not a stereotype and hates being labeled as such.

Caleb is a male model and adult film star, but when not filming he works at his parents Crisis Management Firm as a secretary. When not filming he enjoys living life to the fullest. While his parents accept him, they do not accept the side job he chose. Still, they love him and give their support when they can. Caleb was born in San Juan, Puerto Rico to Aña Gonzalez and Robert Anderson. Though married, Robert was so busy being a businessman that he forgot to sign the birth certificate for Caleb thus leaving his last name as Gonzalez. Eventually, he came back and signed the document, and Caleb's last name was officially changed. They moved to Atlanta, Georgia shortly after his birth.

Caleb grew up as an average guy. As well off as his parents are, Cj still likes to go to the thrift shop and enjoys the complexity of life. He gives to charities, but only those that support the LGBT community or have a true purpose, and he volunteers with various LGBT organizations whenever he can. Modeling and starring in over 100 scenes, Cj is accomplishing a lot in his young life. When he was 13 years old, he was gay bashed outside of a Seven Eleven up the street from his house. His parents were furious and the one responsible was eventually caught and sentenced to jail. After that Cj decided to learn how to protect himself and took up self-defense classes. It would seem fate wanted Cj to get revenge because when he turned 18 he went to a club and ran into the very man that bashed him so long ago. The fight that occurred after cost the club thousands in damage, to which Cj’s parents paid, but were glad Cj was alright and had defended himself. Caleb has been confident ever since.

Unlike others in his profession, he doesn't do drugs, but he enjoys the occasional cocktail. He hasn't tried anything else and doesn't have the drive to try anything either. The fast paced world he lives in does have its dark side, and he tries to stay out of that. Every scene he does he is well protected, and he gets tested regularly. After the bashing, he picked up a camera and started vlogging, telling his story to those who would watch. He would vlog whenever he got a chance as it was his outlet to deal with various things. Eventually, he garnered a large audience of over 3 million subscribers who watch his daily life as well as his covers of various songs.

He was on set in Orlando, FL when he heard about the Real World Production crew arriving in Miami. He contacted the production crew and was able to get an application in. When he received the call he was ecstatic. It was one step closer to doing something he’d never done. During the interview, his background came up a lot. He was asked question after question, even questions about his adult film career. He answered each question with flare and confidence, but on the inside, he was nervous that his lifestyle was too much for the show. After the interview, they seemed to like him and his story and decided to add him to the roster. This was an amazing opportunity that he was happy to be a part of.

He is in an on again off again relationship with a very popular R&B artist, though they try to keep it private for publicity reasons. Right now they're in the OFF position, and Caleb doesn't know if there will be an ON position this time around.

Caleb tends to walk around either naked or with only a pair of skimpy briefs on that show a little too much. He is extremely confident and has every right to be, being as gifted as he is. Caleb can speak Spanish, and English fluently.

I LOVED Real World, and I enjoyed shows like Scandal, How to Get Away with Murder, and Glee, but I need to catch up with a lot of them.

Ally Helena Estrada

She doesn't have any, but wouldn't mind a nickname as long as it isn't mean-spirited.

December 26, 1992

24

Female

Hetero

In a relationship at home.

Yes

She's an accountant for a firm hoping to go into private investigation.

Los Angeles, California

Hispanic, specifically half Mexican and half Nicaraguan.

Ally is well-built, standing at 5'4" weighing about 135 pounds. She's one of those people who don't look too strong until they flex or exercise. This is because she enjoys working out when stressed or if she needs to reach a goal. Her skin is slightly gold and easily tans during the summer when she's out and about. Overall she hasn't done any kind of body modifications, unless you count earrings. She has deep brown eyes that go dark in the center and lighter around the edges. She has dark brown, wavy hair. If she doesn't want to do anything with it she'll put it in a ponytail.
Most of her clothes are functional. It's easy to find her wearing a figure-fitting T-shirt and jeans with some tennis shoes. If the heat is above 75 degrees F, she'll definitely exchange the T-shirt for a tank-top.

She fears not being able to reach her dreams and fears not finding true happiness. She also doesn't like spiders.

Ally is a pretty friendly person. She's not afraid to start a conversation with a stranger. She really enjoys talking to people and making new friends. Overall, she's the kind of person who would give you the last of her money if you're hungry, even if she's hungry too. She likes being active and doing physical activities, but she loves to wind down with a good book and relax by herself. She has a lot of confidence in herself, but doesn't like to show off, unless being silly.
As for her more negative traits, she's very stubborn and doesn't usually compromise easily. If you know which buttons to push she can get angry very easily. Once you do push those buttons, she's pretty good at holding a grudge and most likely won't talk to you. She can also easily forget things she says she'll do, so if you ask a favor and don't remind her it might not happen.

Ally was born and raised in California. Her parents are long divorced, but that doesn't bother her anymore. She and her brother lived with their father, struggling through to afford everyday life in Cali. At a young age she learned that everything you want can be got by hard work, giving her a sense of independence. Because of this independence and a lack in overall faith, she ended up growing up as an atheist.
She eventually moved out of the house at nineteen and got an apartment, studying at the near Cal State. It was a struggle balancing work and school, but she made it through. Eventually she found a good boyfriend and after about a year he moved in. As every couple does, they fell into their routines, going to school, exercising, watching a bit of television, and then dozing off. One of their favorite shows was The Real World.
Ally eventually decided, as a joke, to submit an application. Once she found out she got an interview, she was stunned, but took the opportunity, figuring a free trip to Miami would be nice. The interviews were interesting, as they asked a lot of questions to do with their background, ethnicity, and even politics. She answered every question honestly and to her surprise she got a call back. Her boyfriend didn't exactly approve of this, especially since she was to be in a house with men he didn't know or trust, so their relationship is currently a bit rocky.

She can speak Spanish but usually doesn't if everyone else doesn't understand. Also Justice League is the best show, 10/10

Lily Marie Amelio-Wong

Char - Literally half of her name, she has no idea why people call her that but she deals with it anyway.

May 14th, 1994

23

Female

Pansexual

Hella single!

Nah, but not a virgin.

Gamestop Sales Rep

Boston, Massachusetts (Born in Hong Kong, China though)

Chinese-Italian

Lily stands at a decent 5 feet and 8.5 inches and weighs about 134 lbs. She creates the impression of that geeky girl who doesn't really care about her appearance, but in reality she actually really, really cares about it. Very rarely is she without any makeup of some sort. Most people she has known in her adult life have never seen her without foundation and some winged eyeliner. She does have a tattoo of a Super Mario mushroom on her right shoulder, and the tri-force from The Legend of Zelda on her left ankle, signifying her love for all things video games. She does have her ears pierced every once and a while. Currently, they are not. Once every two years she does get her nose pierced though, and this year she is due for it.

A bubbly individual is something that sums Lily up in a superficial view quite well. She's full of energy, but not in the conventional way that most people might think. She excretes this geeky energy that can either be super adorable or just straight up intolerable. However though, most people don't know that she is actually quite adventurous and has a knack for taking on challenges most people wouldn't expect her to take on.

Lily does have a tendency to be clingy, though. Everyone says that before one should love someone else, they should love themselves first. Lily skipped that love herself part. For someone like her, it's hard for her to find solace in loving herself. She doesn't see reasons to love herself, so instead she has to find it in people to compensate for it. However though, as a result of her clingy tendencies, she becomes a very sweet person and easy to talk to. Getting into that soul of hers though, is another story.

Lily was born in Hong Kong to Marcus and Paula Amelio-Wong, one being an American businessman and the other a Chinese translator. A couple years later she was joined by her younger sister, Winnie, who wasn't born in Hong Kong. Growing up, her parents instilled the notion that she HAD to do well in life no matter what. It didn't matter what she did, just as long as she was successful. They also believed in a very liberal definition of successful, which was very unorthodox considering her heritage and its history of parents projecting on their children and forcing them to fit into their mold of success. That wasn't how Lily and Winnie Amelio-Wong were going to be raised.

Moving to Boston at the age of 3, Lily had a slight advantage compared to her peers because of her ability to speak both Cantonese Chinese and English at a very adept level relative to her age. But, she had an unusual set of interests compared to the rest of her peers. Lily took a liking to video games and other geeky things like that, which weren't like her peers that were really into baseball and whatnot. But that didn't matter much to Lily. She found herself a set of friends that stuck with her throughout her schooling career and hadn't really deviated from it. She still keeps in contact with them to this day. Ultimately, she ended up graduating from high school with a 4.0 GPA and an acceptance to the University of Miami.

At the University of Miami, she met a group of individuals just like her, including a couple of people that had her interest romantically. She had stints with them that lasted a few months, before they mutually agreed to downgrade their relationship back to being just friends. They never spoke again after she graduated with her Bachelor's in Computer Science. Going around as a waitress in Boston, she wasn't doing much until an old classmate came up to her with an idea that peaked her interest. And before she knew it, she was auditioning for a show on MTV, and was really surprised to be accepted onto the show as well. It was definitely an unprecedented challenge for someone like her.

She can recite every single episode of Friends by heart.

Oliver "Spoons" Daniel Deadman.

Spoons: He's incredibly skilled in card games and most of the time unbeaten since he was a kid. He's won multiple card competitions, several different types, but his ultimate favorite game is spoons.

November 14, 1996.

21.

Male.

None of your business.

Single. Not wanting to mingle.

Doesn't like to talk about sex. Virgin.

College student, majoring in English. Part-time bartender.

Las Vegas, Nevada.

Extremely White.

Spoons isn’t particularly attractive, but he does have some mesmerizing qualities. Skin neither pale nor tan, Spoons’ ethnicity falls into “average-white guy” and he doesn’t try to deny it either; his skin is covered in multiple beauty marks and small moles, notably on his neck and a distinctive one above his lip. Everything about him seems to be a bit average – his face isn’t narrow or wide, but a good in between, his nose is neither big nor small, but average. Spoon’s eyes have a certain tired quality to them and he often has strong bags underneath them, accentuating his nice cheek bones. He isn’t particularly tall or short, but rather is 5’11” and has a nice, healthy body though it isn’t that of a bodybuilder. When it comes to clothes, Spoons keeps a beanie covering his black hair usually and likes to dress in dark long-sleeved shirts and black jeans. The only accessories to be seen on him is the occasional necklace and some wristbands. Around his ankle, he wears a shark-tooth ankle-bracelet, but he doesn’t show it off and it’s usually hidden by his timberlands.

If there is ever an argument for legalization of marijuana, Spoons is it. The poor guy is a walking, talking ball of restless nerves and insurmountable stress. The main reason is that after moving in with his grandparents, Spoons was put under a lot of pressure, and has had developed anxiety because of it. While he doesn’t have much social anxiety, and is typically fine in social situations (except for a certain amount of coldness), Spoons is hopelessly neurotic about school work and becomes anxious over grades and his future. Certain situations can stress Spoons out easily – school, people’s expectations, and busy schedules. Because of his anxiety, Spoons has become an insomniac and spends most of his nights jiggling his leg in his bed while staring on the ceiling.

It is probably due to this lack of sleep that Spoons happens to be as hot-headed and easily-irritated as he is. He comes off as unfriendly most of the time because Spoons has a very low-tolerance for annoyances – if there is anything that taints his record beyond saving, it’s his penchant for school fights. Spoons has even punched a kid over tapping their pen too many times – of course, he warned them first. His fuse runs short and anything done incessantly will grate on his nerves rather quickly. Spoons isn’t seen as the nicest person around – he makes no effort to extend pleasantries to strangers and rather wary of them, and added with his rather volatile nature, he doesn’t have the best reputation amongst fellow students. Spoons doesn’t trust other people easily and he’s more likely to brush people off than to indulge small talk with them. It doesn’t help anything that he’s very blunt and always speaks his true thoughts and feelings, never really holding anything back no matter how much he pities someone.

On another subject, Spoons has a one-track mind (and sucks at multi-tasking, but that’s another story). When he has a goal, he is single-minded in reaching the goal and has amazing discipline when it comes to focus. If he is studying or working at something, Spoons is rather hard to distract or deter (but if someone happens to distract him, he will probably punch them in the throat). On the same vein, when Spoons has made up his mind on something else, no one will be able to talk him out of it – even if it was the worst idea ever, Spoons will go full speed ahead.

Of course, Spoons isn’t all work and no play. For the people that he does let close, Spoons can be playful towards – though most of his humor is rather deprecating and insulting, but he means it in the best way – and Spoons is even very fond of pranks. A trickster at heart, and a creative human being, Spoons uses pranks as a creative outlet for his stress – and to passive aggressively get back at people. When it comes to caring about people, Spoons rather show his affection through actions rather than words – if someone says they are thirsty, he’ll give them water and tell them to stop complaining; if someone is sick, he’ll throw bottled medicine at their heads; if someone just went through a bad breakup, he’d tell them they are stupid for dating such an asshole and that they can do better.

Oliver “Spoons” Deadman’s parents are dead men. Not a joke, unfortunately. Spoons was adopted by two gay men when he was 3 years old and when he was fifteen, they died in a car crash. It hurts to think seriously about it, for Spoons, so he prefers to make light of their death – after all, his last name is just begging for puns. After his parents died, Spoons moved in with his rather strict – and very disapproving of the “alternative lifestyle” – grandma. Her husband had died at a young age and to cope with it, she bought a million cats (technically, thirteen) and started yelling at neighborhood kids to stay off her lawn. At first, his grandma was very reluctant to take in Spoons, but he eventually grew on him. She was homophobic, uncouth, and an angry woman, and while Spoons didn’t like her as a person, he loved her as his grandmother.

Barbara Deadman, Spoons’ grandmother, had always wished for her son to make something of himself – not end up becoming a teacher and having a child with another man – and so she often pressured Spoons to do well in school. It came to the point where he wouldn’t be allowed to have electronics unless it was the weekend (and even then, it was only for two hours), he couldn’t have friends over, and when he wasn’t doing homework, he was studying his ass off. Because he didn’t have much to occupy himself, Spoons stole some cards from a general store and started playing with them in his room in between study sessions. He became so good at it, people started to refer to him as “Spoons” and now nobody really remembers his name all that much. When Spoons went to college and majored in literature rather than the medical path his grandma wanted him to go down, she basically disowned him and he had to make his own ends meet.

There wasn’t any particular reason why Spoons decided to join the Real World, rather it was a joke for him and he didn’t think he’d seriously get in, especially with how cold and standoffish he is. But, for one reason or another, Spoons seemed to have made an impression on the interviewers despite his cynical and half-assed responses, and he was accepted. There wasn’t any joy when he got accepted, but rather some boisterous laughter from his poker buddies and a sense of dread and anxiety in his stomach.

Orphan Black.

Evelyn Astrid Phillips

Eve, Eevee, both are natural shorter variants of Evelyn, and one is already a well known character/creature in a very popular children's TV series. Eve was first used by her stepfather, and Eevee was first used by her best friend.

April 3rd, 1994

23

Female

Pansexual

Single? [] In a relationship? [] Complicated? [x]

Not currently, not a virgin

Tattoo artist

Ocean City, New Jersey

Caucasian

Eve is a relatively fair skinned woman of 5'4", weighing in at 119 lbs. Her wavy dark blonde hair flows down below her shoulders and is usually combed over to one side to keep her hair out of at least one eye while working. Her steel blue eye are actually rather soft and usually shows the pain she has suffered in her past even if she doesn't want it to. She is roughly a c-cup. Outside of underwear, her wardrobe has six pairs of skinny jeans, a handful of yoga pants, four pairs of shorts, three Two-piece bikinis. She has eight T-shirts, and 4 tank-tops.



Tattoos:
Left Shoulder blade


Back upper right


Upper arms

Drawing (duh), chess, video games (RPGs, FPS, Action).

Bites lips, bites erasers, pen caps, etc., puts a pen behind her right ear before doing almost anything.

Drawing, tattoos, chocolate, (watching) hockey, dogs, reading, John Barrowman (The immortal omnisexual Captain Jack Harkness... and she starts blushing just thinking about him)

Remembering John Barrowman is Gay, Spiders, Cats (they always seem to be plotting something), "zealots" (the hardcore religious nut jobs are not fun to be around regardless of their faith, "Screamo" or dubstep "music", using mascara, dishes being left in the sink (oh my god, if you use it, clean it up!)

Being found out, see background to find out what I mean.
Real Spiders (big and/or venomous)

Eve has always been a relatively quiet girl, always rather walled off to protect herself. It is something she is working on overcoming, wanting to be more open and playful. She is a very spiritual young woman, often taking a half hour before going to sleep to listen to some calming music and meditate. She is rather protective of those she comes to consider her friend, and has been willing to put her own life in harms way to defend her best friend. She isn't fast to anger, but she also isn't slow. She doesn't like dealing with those who have no regard for good housekeeping or intentionally try to get under her skin.

The youngest of three,Evelyn wasn't originally born as Evelyn, she was born Bryan Steven Phillips (though I will be using Eve/her/she instead of Bryan/he/his, except in quotes). From the earliest she could remember she always enjoyed playing with her sister more than her brother and was fortunate that her mother allowed it, thinking she was being a good "brother". Her biological father on the other hand was very much bothered by this to the point of being disgusted. One night when Eve was seven, he snapped and grabbed her arm very forcefully when he saw her wearing a dress, and playing with dolls with her older sister. WARNING THIS NEXT PART CONTAINS PROFANITY AND ABUSE: "You are a fucking boy, not a god damn fucking fairy!" Her father roared, dragging her to her room, and literally tearing the dress off of her before beating her with his belt. With each blow, she cried out in pain and could feel as bruises started to form. By the time her mother got in from her grocery shopping and pulled her husband off of her youngest, there was twenty six long bruises, several broken ribs and a broken leg. As Eve's mother rushed her to the hospital, she send her daughter to a neighbour's house to call the police to report the attack. At the hospital they rushed to save young Eve's life, and take notes and pictures for the police. Needless to say when all the evidence was collected, not only was the father tried and convicted of child abuse and domestic violence, but also attempted murder. The damage had already been done though, Eve would have nightmares for the next two years before, with the help of a therapist, she managed to get them under control.
Disclaimed Section is concluded.

Her therapist, a woman named Elizabeth Farren, was very kind and helpful to Eve. It was with her that Eve eventually opened up about how she felt, why she enjoyed playing with her sister more than her brother. Elizabeth listened intently to every word Eve said and didn't interrupt. Not until Eve asked a question that absolutely tore at her very heart, "Was daddy right, am I a freak?" "No, you are not a freak. Different, maybe, but you are certainly not a freak." She asked Eve a few questions, eventually asking what would you like to be when you grow up? Eve responded, "I'd like to be a mommy some day, but daddy says boys and fairies don't get to be mommies. But I also like drawing so maybe I could do something with that too?" "Bryan, would you rather be a girl, so you could be a mom at some point?" "Yes but daddy said that's not how things work." "Not usually, but there are a few cases. What girl names do you like?" Eve didn't know how to answer at the time, so Elizabeth brought Eve's mother in and told her her suspicions and Eve's mother only hugged her daughter tight especially when Elizabeth told her that the road ahead will be long and difficult if she decides to go down that path. "But it will be easier since we figured it out before puberty."

It was pretty much since that point that Eve came out of her shell. She didn't even look back. Her mother let her dress more feminine, and until she chose her own name simply called her Brianna. At Eleven, Elizabeth recommended them an endocrinologist to prescribe Spiro (a shortened name of a medicine used as an anti-androgen)as well as begin with oestrogen. Within a few visits with the endocrinologist, she was fortunate enough to start with hormone replacement therapy. On her thirteen birthday she decided on a name to replace Brianna, Evelyn Astrid. Evelyn practiced her drawing skills and got really good. That was ironically the same year that her mother met her eventual stepfather.

At seventeen, Eve accompanied her older sister when she went to get a tattoo and watched the tattoo artist do his work. She was fascinated and wanted to learn more. When she graduated, she was hesitantly offered an apprenticeship with an Tattoo artist looking to move out. And she surprised him, proving herself quickly that she was very talented with a surprisingly steady hand and an eye for detail. He watched over all her works and when he thought she was ready introduced her to her first client, himself. He wanted her to tattoo him before he unleashed her on an unsuspecting population. And it wasn't exactly an easy design he was asking for, a werewolf and moon. But she kept slow and even breaths and her steady hand and completed the project, and with a nod and a firm handshake, her master was satisfied that she would do a good job. From there she went on to finish eighth in a tristate contest in the spring of 2016.

The reason she wanted to join the cast of the Real World was as a final test to herself that she can pass as female outside of the people she knows when up close and personal. With her final surgery coming up just after the summer ends, it would be the perfect time for her to run this final test in an extreme way. She was a bit nervous at having to explain her reasoning during the interview but at the same time she was excited. She knew there was a good chance she wouldn't be picked, but she did hope, because it meant she could come down to Miami and work on tattooing with some more well known names in addition to her "test." Finding out that she was selected was a major surprise for not only her but her family and friends, who didn't think that this would be the kind of thing she'd be interested in doing. Her stepfather was proud, since she was stepping outside of her comfort zone. Her mother was scared, knowing how harsh people could be, not wanting her little girl getting hurt. But Eve was excited and happy to receive the news, she packed up her most important items and made her way to Miami.

In addition to being a Tattoo artist, she is also a Norse Pagan Shaman, and has a bag or runes in her room.

Garrett Jacob Miles

No nicknames. Some of his old friends occasionally dubbed him Crocodile Dundee because of his accent, but it never really stuck. He didn't have the knife to deserve the nickname anyhow.

13/08/1993

23

Male

Pansexual

Single

When he can get it, sure.

Drifter; jumps from part-time job to part-time job, depending on what takes his fancy. So far he's been a fry-cook, busboy, hand model, babysitter, dog-walker, lifeguard, horse-riding instructor, snow-boarding instructor, Disk Jockey at the local radio station, sales assistant in a retro music store, sales assistant in a modern music store, roadie for Aerosmith, and a tutor in world history. That's to name a few.

Colorado, Crested Butte. However, has lived in Bremer Bay (WA), Australia for most of his life.

Caucasian; White-American.

If it weren't for his ever-permanent grin and bright eyes, Garrett could be quite the intimidating individual; standing at a towering 6'5 with broad shoulders and toned muscles, he's got the body of your stereotypical jock. Said toned body is littered with a lovely mish-mash of scars – one doesn't live the reckless life he has without receiving more than a few, after all. Most are across his torso, sides and arms and legs; while great in number, not many are particularly large or deep. Scrapes from long ago still on knees and elbows; old keyhole operations to re-set bones smattered across his forearms; white gashes on his knuckles from wounds that never properly healed before being re-opened; a number of pin-pricks in the crooks of his elbows from where he'd shot up in the past. The biggest is probably a bite mark on the left of his torso, sustained from a rather vicious guard dog when he and his friends had trespassed in a junk yard as a dare when he was younger.

However, his face has remained unmarred from most scars or blemishes, really. There is a small one atop his head (received from climbing a tree or something when he was a clumsy kid), but it's hidden behind thick, wavy hair – depending on how much sun it's seen and how short it is, the colour can range from a rich honey brown to a coppery, dark blonde. His fringe is usually swept upwards, allowing his slim brows and bright blue eyes to be seen quite clearly.

In terms of style and grooming, Garrett doesn't put a lot of effort into looking good – his hair is easily tameable; usually running a hand through it will relieve him of a bedhead; it's rare to see his chiseled jawline covered in stubble – not much of it grows, and when it does, it's gone. He couldn't cope with a beard, no matter how awesome it would look. As for clothes, he just wears the usual casual stuff; tennis shoes or boots, jeans, t-shirts, etc. Garrett also has an abundance of cotton sweaters and hoodies in varying colours, preferring to wear them as opposed to an actual coat when the weather turns. He's not one to get cold, as you could tell be how often he walks around shirtless. (Usually when he rolls out of bed, is celebrating his favourite soccer team winning, or is really getting into a passionate rock song or something; the latter usually accompanied by a wild air guitar, headbanging, jumping on tables, and several items thrown at him from pissed-off spectators, annoyed by his terrible singing.) One thing he does keep on him at all times is a braided leather bracelet – totally battered and worn, but still sturdy enough to stay in one piece. It was given to him by his sister before she left, so he won't let it go.

If one were to meet Garrett for the first time, and be in a room with him for five minutes, you could easily come to the conclusion of "moron". He does stupid things for no apparent reason – if someone asked him to headbutt a wooden wall to see if he could bust all the way through, he'd probably go for it. He's the guy who would dive off a cliff if somebody said it would be fun; and that's not a random suggestion, he has actually done that. Plenty of times. Not to mention the lack of seriousness hanging about him – the near constant stream of jovial comments, jokes, puns and sarcasm gives one the impression that he's without a care – or brain cell – in the world.

However, he isn't stupid – he just doesn't care to think about the consequences of his actions, instead electing to throw himself head first into most situations. Including speaking, so he can say rather blunt things without thinking about people's feelings beforehand, while not intentionally being mean, he can sometimes come across as such. Regardless of what his parents might say, or even his friends – if something piques his interest he'll give it a go, no matter the potential danger. Even after losing his sister, he's retained this way of thinking, perhaps being even more reckless at times; not only is adrenaline a good distraction from other, more damaging addictions of his, but he lost a certain amount of caring for his well-being when he lost Andy. Sometimes he thinks that if he weren't like this, then he could have followed in her footsteps and stopped everything from happening... or he could have died too. But then, he wouldn't be Garrett either. So he lives with it cheerfully, for the most part; and he is a cheerful person. There isn't much that can bring him down – but this is not always to his advantage. Any psychologist could see his constant state of optimism and humour is just a defence mechanism; bringing on forms of denial when it comes to bad things. This in turn has lead to procrastination in his jobs; a "mañana-mañana" sort of attitude when it comes to his responsibilities. While having never been fired from a job for slacking, he sometimes waits too long to look for a decent job, then running out of money and panicking to find a place that will hire him before becoming a vagrant.

His deniability doesn't just stop there though – there are many things in his life that he hasn't truly accepted. On the outside, it may just seem like he's okay with it, but in all honesty, he isn't. His sister's death is severely repressed, alongside a certain denial surrounding his drug habit. All the time he thinks that it wouldn't hurt to try just a little bit of weed to relax, but the thought of descending into that maddening spiral again is enough to put him off... for now, at least. The temptation grows every day, and while he'll laugh and joke with his friends, having a few lagers and pretending everything is fine, that little voice tells him to bring back that dark side. Well... he considers it to be dark; losing one's self control is a concerning thing. However, it should be noted than when high - or more commonly these days, drunk - he's never been violent. Dubbed a "happy drunk", Garrett is more likely to hurt you with a hug when he's had one too many pints than to get aggressive. He may even spill out a few heartfelt truths about a crush, if he gets drunk enough. When sober, if reminded of this, it will naturally get laughed off. But under this jovial, joke-cracking exterior, Garrett has all the normal feelings and emotions of any other person. He's just not one to wear his heart on his sleeve.

Garrett and his twin sister Candice were born on Friday the 13th. Is this starting like a horror story? Yes - but Garrett will tell anyone who laughs at the superstitious date his birth fell upon that he and his sister were never cursed, or demon children, or even the Anti-Christ. Can you imagine that? Not one, but two children of Satan? As if twins weren't already annoyingly inconvenient for parents. But were they unlucky? Yes... he supposes they were quite unlucky, at least as they approached adulthood. As for growing up, Garrett and Candice (Who swiftly learnt to hate her name and go by Andy instead) had it pretty normal. While born in their mother's native America, the family relocated to Australia not soon after the twin's birthday due to new job opportunities for their father; being as young as they were, they didn't really notice the move and grew up quite happily in their new home down under.

As the twins progressed through school, it became clear that one was doing better than the other. While both of them being both very keen at sports and proficient in them, Garrett's grades were steadily slipping academically while Andy was doing extremely well across the board. Soon, all Garrett was getting passes in was art, sport, and history - he insisted he wasn't stupid, he just found everything else too boring to listen to. After several bouts on punishment by his parents and teachers - which didn't really help him want to learn, if anything he became less likely to try in class - Andy began helping him with his studies. Simply on the basis of she and him wanting to stick by each other through everything, she explained he'd have to work harder if they wanted to go through life together as they'd always planned. Realising (somewhat reluctantly) that she was right, Garrett put in the bare, minimum effort to get his grades back up to standard. It didn't take much; as he'd already stated to his parents, he wasn't stupid, he was just bored. In fact, by the time he was 14 (now in secondary school), he was offering tutoring for the other students in history. Provided they paid him, that was.

By the time the pair had reached the age of 17, they had left school and unsure of what to do next. Well, Garrett was unsure. Andy had a plan; a plan she'd been thinking over for a good few years. Wanting to follow in her mother's footsteps, she told a surprised Garrett that she was wanting to join the Marines - the US Marines, that was. More than happy to follow in his sister's footsteps, the pair told their parents of their plan, and were soon jetting off to the States for a new, exciting life in the Marine Corps.

Except Garrett didn't. Didn't pass the requirements, that is - apparently he'd failed his "moral aptitude" test, which even he thought was understandable. He wasn't the most morally perfect person in the whole world; and he greatly disliked having orders barked at him. In hindsight, the Marines was probably not the greatest choice for a free spirit like himself. As for Andy, she had passed with flying colours, and was already being considered for the Intelligence programme she had applied for. While concerned for her wellbeing, Garrett was swollen with pride over his hard-working sister, telling her to go for it. He would take the time to get some part-time work here and there; exploring America as he went. Although they would be apart for a while, he would be there for her when she got back from her training - and before she went on a tour.

From here, Garrett did exactly that - bouncing around from state to state, he had plenty of skills to get jobs wherever took his fancy, as long as it didn't require a college degree. He took in new sights, learnt new things, made new friends, made love with new people, and tried to keep in touch with his sister and parents as much as he could. It was an easy enough life for a few years. But at the age of 21, it seemed that birthday of Friday the 13th finally caught up to him. Having just been a regular day, he couldn't understand the grief-stricken phone-call from his mother, fighting past her sobs to break the news to him. When she finally broke down and his father took over, Garrett's mind and body seemed to have gone numb as the message finally sank in. Killed in action? Andy? No... he would have felt it, he would have felt something. There were all these documentaries and TV shows about people feeling their twin's grief or pain from miles and miles away, he would have felt the same thing, right?

Understanding - real understanding - only came to him at the funeral. Even on the flight from the States back home was met with some slight denial. Everyone from his extended family seemed to be there; great-aunts and third cousins that he'd only ever met at his christening as a baby. They all said the same things; "So sorry for your loss..." and "At least she died doing what she loved..." But how could they know that? Andy loved surfing and barbecues and crappy jewellery; she loved petting dogs and cooing at sloth videos and ruffling Garrett's hair whenever he did something stupid. These strangers dressed in black didn't know a damn thing about her, or about him for that matter. The soldiers present didn't make him feel much better either. When told that Andy had died to save others, or had won a posthumous award for her bravery, he sourly wished that the others had died. He knew this was selfish of him to think, that it wasn't doing anything for Andy's memory - but he didn't care. He'd stopped caring about a lot of things when Andy died.

After a too-long military funeral, with the flag folded and handed to his pale-faced mother; everyone jerking in the seats at the sharp crack of each blank round fired - Garrett skipped the reception afterwards, heading back to his childhood home to be alone. He couldn't stand anymore people he barely knew hugging him and telling him it would get better. By the next day, he had packed his things and guiltily told his parents he was going back to America - he couldn't stand to stay here, not with all the memories. When they told him that they understood, and dropped him off at the airport with tight, lingering hugs and kisses wet with tears, he felt even worse at abandoning them. He promised to stay in touch, to look after himself, to promise to come home if things got too much for him... but he lied.

Garrett went straight back to his drifting ways, but it wasn't as hopeful or enjoyable as before. It was as if he was looking or searching for something, but he couldn't even find it - he remained empty as he bounced from state to state. It didn't take long for him to try and fill that hole with alcohol, and eventually drugs. It started off small; a puff of a bong here, a spliff there. But then a friend introduced him to ecstasy. When the ecstasy stopped working as well as it used to, he turned to acid. When the acid freaked him out too much, he tried some cocaine offered to him. It was a seemingly endless spiral downwards, trying new things to try and feel better - and it worked, for a while. But when the high disappeared, he felt darker and more depressed than ever. Contact with parents descended from regular phone calls to postcards, just to let them know he was alive and working... they couldn't tell how close to the edge of hopelessness he was from just writing.

His drug habit continued for a year or so, before landing a job in some stables in Colorado, the very state he was born in. It was a 6 month contract, meaning he'd have to stay there a bit longer than usual - which he didn't mind, considering how much he enjoyed horse-riding. While working there, he got to ride horses for when they needed extra exercising - the only downside was the owner. A sharp-witted fellow, he caught on to Garrett's issues straight away. Rather than turning him down for the job, he decided to give him a chance, what with seeing that the boy was really trying to better himself, to try and stop the total control of drugs. Gently persuaded by his boss, he took up classes in the nearby town for Kendo. The boss himself partook in the modern martial art, stating that it was a fine way to exercise and discipline yourself. On top of this, he picked up Brazilian jiu jitsu - a sport he had begun back in Australia as a kid, but had abandoned when coming to the states. Both martial arts proved to work some kind of magic in Garrett; he excelled in both of them, learning to turn to practice and exercise whenever a craving hit him or whenever he got down. The endorphins released from exercise did wonders for curing his sour moods, along with something introduced into his life that he hadn't felt in a while; hope. The hope that he could turn this around, that he could make something of himself and make Andy - and his parents - proud. Even when his contract came to an end, he remained in Colorado, continuing with this cleaner, healthier lifestyle in the hopes that he wouldn't relapse again.

Eventually, he grew bored of staying in the same place, and moved on once again. Landing in California, he heard of the auditions for The Real World in some bar he was hoping to get a job at. He'd seen it on TV a few times, but what with never being one for reality TV, hadn't invested much thought into it. However, to actually take part in the show would be interesting; not only could it possibly open up future job prospects, Garrett figured he could even make some actual permanent friends. Either way, it wouldn't hurt to audition for it. As it happened, the interview process was easily the most straight-forward one he'd ever had in his life; in which acting like himself was making him more likely to get a spot on the show. An Australian surrounded by yanks? The producers obviously thought that would make for a breath of fresh air, so they recruited him. Garrett was surprisingly excited for it - it would prove to be entertaining for himself, at the very least. Also, it was free rent for a while. He could put up with the cameras for that.

Brooklyn 99 has got to be a current favourite of mine. Sweet Jesus, I love that show.