Christopher Robin Bishop

11/17, aged 16 years

Male, hetero

He's a snowboarding junkie, dude. That's just what it is.

During the wintery months, he works as an instructor for a ski resort in Breckenridge. He loves his job, and digs the free lodging and season pass. What? Even when you got money, free is free.

Ski bum from head to toe. It isn’t even intentional for the most part, Burton gear is just so comfortable! Yes, he’s been wearing that same sweatshirt since he was like 15. No, it isn’t going anywhere.

Christopher Robin is a relatively tall guy, standing in at a clean six foot one. He’s pretty lanky, weighing in at barely a buck ninety, most of which comes from muscles. Cuttin’ the powder is not an easy job, and it’s built him into a fairly muscular young lad. Whether it’s because of the height or not is a mystery, but Christopher Robin oozes confidence in the way he carries himself, from the way he walks to his facial gestures. He’s cool, and he knows he’s cool. Straight fire, blazing a trail through the icy slopes of Colorado, and soon the world.

He’s almost always wearing a red beanie on his head, and usually has a pair of aviator sunglasses that he wears. When not on his eyes, the sunglasses hang on his the neck of his shirt, ready to be slipped back on whenever necessary. He has a pretty boy face, something that he can’t deny--even if he doesn’t particularly like it. His voice detracts from this, much deeper than one might imagine based on his looks.

Christopher Robin thrives in the cold, unlike some of his peers. As a result, he can dress much lightly than they do. Really, all he needs is jeans and the Burton hoodie and he’ll be ready to rock in even sub-zero temperatures--though he doesn’t mind thermals hidden underneath his clothes.

What You See:
Alright so. Christopher Robin himself is widely regarded as little more than a pot smoking snowboarding kid. It doesn’t help that he talks like he just came out of the 90s… or that he spends his lunch hours during the snowed in months outside, fucking around with his board or setting up spots for the younger kids to learn and grow… He’s not all that bad, he’s approachable, and if you can board at all he’ll friend you, and even ride with you--even if that sometimes mean riding slopes that are far below his skill level. It’s a bonding experience! Plus, he can make people learn to do it better if he’s watching.

Christopher Robin doesn’t have an ounce of hate in his body. He’s pretty much cool with everyone. Even if he doesn’t know someone very well, he’ll hold a mostly positive opinion of them. Innocent until proven guilty, and whatnot. He takes after his parents. Loves fun, loves the outdoors. He can’t handle being cooped up in classrooms for… ever, and he gets a little antsy as the day goes on. Fiddling with his pen, bouncing his legs, chewing on his pen, making paper airplanes… By the beginning of fifth period, Tigger is ready to BOUNCE.

What I Know:
A man obsessed with hitting the sickest runs possible, Christopher Robin is driven by determination and confidence born from past successes. He spends a lot of his time focused on snowboarding, even during school hours. He’s skirting by with low Cs, but who gives a fuck? High school transcripts aren’t gonna matter when he’s a world champion snowboarder. And he will be a world champion snowboarder.

Other than that, Christopher Robin is secretly...

A total sweetheart. He doesn’t fully realize it, but he’s a bit of a romantic deep down, underneath the snowboarding obsessed exterior. He’s always doing cute things for the girl that he loves, from putting one of her favorite candies in her locker for her to find, to making snowmen modeled after them… and then smashing through them on his board with her.

He’s a good kid and tries his best to be excellent to everyone. Everyone, no matter what skin color, ethnicity, nationality, gender, age, race, sexual preference, or locality. They’re all the same to him. Except for skiers.

Fuckers.

Austin and Amber Bishop were eighteen and madly in love when the unthinkable happened: they won the Powerball Lotto jackpot of 403 million dollars. With a very sudden injection of money into their otherwise empty wallets, the newlyweds were suddenly very rich. Austin wisely took just over half of it and stuck it into savings accounts and an investment portfolio, deciding that he and his wife could probably live on 175 million dollars for the rest of their lives.

You know, probably.

Both of them were snowboarding fanatics, they did the only reasonable thing: ski bum around the globe. From the Swiss Alps, to the island of New Zealand, to Canada, to Greenland, to Tahoe in California, and their own backyard in Breckenridge, Colorado.

Four years along the line, they accidentally wound up pregnant, but hey. Didn’t really stop them, it just sort of slowed them. They’d already hit all the international slopes, so it was in Breckenridge they stayed, purchasing a house and a bit of land in a nearby small(miniature, really) town called Westworth, figuring that they’d raise their child in a small town like they themselves had grown up in. Regardless, throughout the early months of the pregnancy, they spent as much time as possible in their home resort of Breck, shredding the slopes and ‘introducing’ their child to their sport.

Then came the dry season of June through November, and Austin learned on a personal level just how bitchy a pregnant woman could be. Luckily for him, it passed by (relatively) quickly, and in time November 16th rolled around. Opening day of the season at Breck.

November 17th, the second day of the season at Breckenridge, Amber and Austin were given the gift of a happy, healthy, baby boy. There was little debate over the name--Austin had known that Amber would name their child Christopher Robin regardless of what he said. Since they’d been together, way back in high school, Amber had always loved the 100 Acre Woods, and he’d been expecting it since they’d found out it was a boy. Hey, this meant he could call their child Tigger. Win/win.

Christopher Robin is one of the few people born on a ski resort, and the record shows that fate wouldn’t have let him stray from the snow if he wanted to. As soon as he could walk, he was sledding in it on tracks built by his father, by the time he was five, he had his first board. A match made in heaven, the only thing that would ever resonate as well with Christopher Robin as the snow and the board, was his next door neighbor: Lorelei Foxley.

Were they meant to be from the beginning? Maybe not, but Lorelei quickly became Christopher Robin’s best friend, if only because the girl’s family lived next to his. When Christopher Robin turned seven, his father offered him a choice: they could either travel again and he could be homeschooled, or they could stay here. The young boy’s response was simple: ‘I want to go to school with Lala.’ And so the decision was made; the Bishops would stay there forever.

When asked, Christopher Robin struggles to explain exactly when he and Lala became a ‘thing.’ It was always inevitable, Amber thinks, and when forced to actually pin down a date, Christopher Robin will hesitantly suggest fourth grade. While perhaps not perfectly accurate, that was when they had their first kiss, and one of his fondest memories.

It wasn’t even his fault! Lorelei hadn’t wanted to leave her room, and Amber had suggested that the Foxleys borrow Winnie the Pooh, who she felt almost always cheered up Lorelei. After Austin had told his son to ‘go get ‘er, prince charming.’ Taking that literally, Christopher Robin had let himself into Lala’s room. He made a solid attempt to get her attention and to cheer her up! Really, he did. But she wouldn’t stop pretending to sleep! After a few minutes, though, it finally dawned on him: he was her prince charming! Duh.

So, he’d kissed her.

She woke up.

Love blossomed.

Sure, there were arguments and jealous rage that flared up (it wasn’t Christopher Robin’s fault that he was cute and girls looked at him!), but October 23rd is what Christopher Robin considers his official anniversary date with the love of his life (geeze, is the 7th one coming up already?!).

Well, one of the two loves of his life. The other one of course, is his snowboard. Christopher Robin is a prodigy on the slopes, shredding and destroying them like he’s been doing it all his life--because he has. Back-country riding, double black diamonds, shredding through the forests near his home town… it all comes too easily to him.

He carves his board across fresh powder like it was an extension of his soul.

He glides through the air like he was born to fucking fly.

Christopher Robin can do flat ground 720s, quadruple black flips, and confidently drop off a sheer cliff onto the icy snow that’s waiting for him. All of that, and more. He looks like a magician, and happily records every run on his Go-Pro and encourages his peers and fellow students to try and keep up. It’d be a waste if they didn’t take advantage of the land around them.

Already, gold medals, blue ribbons, and trophies from various competitions line the walls of his house. The best part?

He’s only gonna get better.

Member of the Snowboarding club

Some stoner kid who thinks nirvana is found either on the slopes or with his girlfriend.

Best:
History
PE

Worst:
Trig
Music

Vice Principal or History Teacher. Snowboarding is his only hobby, really. Other than that, life time all is all Lala time.
Young love.

7/07, 17

Boy from top to bottom, straight.

Trivial pursuit master. He knows all kinds of random shit.

Dude, shitposting is a full time job.

Lowkey, he’s a pretty solid A/V guy and has a semi-successful YouTube channel where he posts videos he edits of different things.

Mostly though? Shitposting.

Lawson is conventionally attractive, at a physical level. That much is undeniable; he dresses relatively well, despite what you might think once you know what he’s like. Once upon a time, he had a tendency to wear Dragon Ball merch everywhere, but then he learned about weebs. And, furthermore learned that he didn’t really like weebs.

Now he mostly wears Godsmack and Marilyn Manson t-shirts, and comfort fit blue jeans. He keeps his hair cut the same way, by the same person, and has for the past five years. Probably, he will all his life unless he moves away. Which is looking less and less likely as he goes along.

Lawson also has a tendency to wear a plain, black Dickies work shirt over his band merch tees. (”What are you wearing?” ”This is ah Dickies work shirt.” … … ”...but you don’t work.” ”Dickies makes a fine shirt.”) Nobody really questions this, for fear that it might end up in him rambling about something.

For shoes, Lawson wears the Skechers that have memory foam soles? Swag as fuck, he doesn’t give a fuck what it looks like. It’s all about that comfort and usability.

What You See:
Law pulls no punches, he goes hard in that paint and doesn’t give a shit about your feelings. If you do something retarded, he will call you a retard. If you fuck something up, he will call you out on it. And he’ll argue and shout with you the whole damn way, he’s probably right, you’re at least eighty-seven percent wrong, go fuck yourself.

That’s the basics of it, it goes much deeper than that.

An endless spout of movie references, and lyrics to songs. The Law never shuts up and it doesn’t stop for nobody. He’ll ramble for hours about stuff that nobody cares about, even himself at times. (”LAWSON. Shut the fuck up! You’ve been talking about the history of Monopoly for like twenty minutes! Why are you doing this to me!?” ”Honestly, dude. I don’t even know.” Christopher Robin screams internally.) Lawson has his likes and his dislikes, and it’s hard for him to focus on anything other than his projects, which range from DBZ AMVs to Bodies (yes, he’s still 13), to editing together clips for CR himself. What? The class is, like, a family, right? Lawson just happens to be that cousin that people only like when he’s a few shots down or at least three hits on the j.

Lawson is widely considered one of the most frustrating people in the class to deal with; even by his closer friends. He either doesn’t know how to be nice, or he doesn’t care and it could really go either way depending on the day. Really, once you learn to live with the undeniable asshole part of his personality, he isn’t that bad, and can actually be kind of fun to laugh with. Or at.

What I Know:
If you can deal with him for long enough to poke past the rough exterior, he’s virtually a teddy bear on the inside. His only true loves in life are airplanes and the internet. One of which he inherited from his father, and one of which he had no choice but to learn. He spends most of his time at school floating around different message and image boards, and is always on top of what’s new in his communities.

Hard to keep focused, Lawson bounces around between subjects a lot and has developed a certain way of talking to people when he isn’t being an ass. He’ll say something important, then push the conversation away from that by adding something nonsensical. (”Hey, I heard you ate shit the other day? You okay? Oh, by the way, did you know that mangoes are so acidic they’re basically negative calories?” ”...what?”) And then from there, he’ll let the other person drive the conversation. Want to broach the possibly touchy subject? Sure, let’s do it. Wanna keep it lowkey and bullshit about the random stuff that Lawson knows? Bring it right the fuck on.

When he is focused, as rare as it tends to be, Lawson is capable of knocking out fairly impressive projects in short amounts of time, which is the main reason he uploads something new to his YouTube channel almost weekly. He’s had the channel since he was much younger, around eleven or twelve years old, and you can go from the first video to the newest one to see how much he’s learned and grown since then. It’s a relatively impressive transformation.

While not the most popular person on the block, Lawson has unfortunately (for him, anyway) landed the position of the resident A/V guy for the school. A teacher putting on a presentation, and the projector isn’t agreeing with them? Call the Law. Need to record a football game for practice purposes? Law has reluctantly got you. He can often be seen wandering through the halls tugging along a cart with all his equipment.

The only catch he ever gave Mr. Locke was that Lawson needed to be able to use the stuff whenever he wanted, and he needed to be given a budget and left to his own devices to pick out high quality equipment. Rather than spend a bunch of money on a new staff member, the principal had agreed.. and now Lawson uses most of the barely two year old equipment for recording out of class things. Quality over quantity, after all.

His favorite thing to do outside of handling all that shit for the school is… probably eating, honestly. Something about his life builds him up a helluva an appetite, and despite his best efforts, he doesn’t manage to put on a single pound. Damn fast metabolism.

He was born on the Ramstein Air Force base, in Rhineland-Palatine, Germany. His mother was a stay at home mom, and his father was an Air Force officer, working on base largely as an aircraft engineer. After seven more years in the service, moving around between Germany, different parts of the US, Spain, and South Korea, Lawson’s father, Captain Avery Barrett, retired from the force and found himself a job working as an aircraft mechanic at the Denver Airport.

A swanky job, Avery considered his options for where his family could live, and ultimately decided on Westworth, where Avery himself had grown up. It’d taken a while of deliberating, but after sometime, Avery realized that he’d rather his son have the same small town USA growing up experience that he’d had. In later years, Lawson would declare this the worst decision his father had ever made, second only perhaps to having a child. After all, Law was pretty fucking terrible.

From an early age, he’d shown interest in videography, messing around with a camera on base that his mother bought him for his fifth birthday. To this day, she still has the tapes that Lawson recorded of different bases that they’d lived in. As time went on, he got himself his first computer, and learned about free programs like Audacity to mix and play with audio.

Growing up, Lawson realized around 8th grade that Windows Movie Maker and Audacity both sucked, and he pirated the fuck out of Adobe’s entire Creative Suite, and Sony Vegas Pro, and PreSonus. That same year, he spent all of his Christmas money on a computer to help him work with all these new programs, and every year since then, it’s just been upgrade upgrade upgrade. Despite the way he talks, he doesn’t play that many games, though he could with his rig.

The machine is for work purposes only. He can play outside, dammit, that’s what it’s there for. When Lawson isn’t found behind his desk, he’s likely fucked off somewhere in the woods, exploring and scouting things out. Sometimes, he takes his drone for a flight, scanning the overhead of the forest and seeing how fast he can go without crashing it.

On his fifth (and most expensive) drone now, Lawson is relatively skilled, and sometimes uses the drone to get better shots when helping Christopher Robin record boarding videos.

In the future, Lawson aspires to be like his father, and work on airplanes, or even better! Fly them. However, he feels like this is a perhaps unrealistic goal, as he doesn’t think he’d score too high on the ASVAB, and the idea of actually going to school for an additional four to six more years is intimidating to him. He thinks his future most likely lies in video editing and audio engineering.

Which isn’t a terrible future, at least he’ll have plenty of time to shitpost.

He plays football, though he doesn't take it very seriously, it's just a good way to fill up another block of his time.

Fool.

Best subject, yearbook or something to that affect.
Worst subject? Fucking MATH. Fuck math, dude.

Favorite teacher? Easy, Thorne.

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Mariah Deserae Carter

04/04, 16

Female, pansexual

N/A

Cashier at Hopper’s Corner store.

Mariah is a very smol girl, and looking at her parents and even her grandparents, it’s not entirely a surprise. She’s barely five foot even, and weighs barely one-hundred pounds. Given how slender and tiny she is, it’s no surprise that she can always be found wearing a grey zip-up sweater, with two pockets (each equipped with handwarmers), and jeans. Underneath the sweater, she wears different t-shirts advertising her favorite bands and albums. Some of her favorites are t-shirts with Eddy, Iron Maiden’s mascot, on the front, a Back in Black t-shirt, and a Stone Temple Pilots tee. Most of these t-shirts are black, which is not exactly her first choice, but whatever. It works.

She commonly wears a carefully knitted wool cap, which her mother made her years ago. Mariah has a habit of chewing on the ends, and occasional whapping her friends with them. Long ago, when the children were in fourth grade, Mariah vowed that she would never remove her cap when the wintery months began, in mid November, until they ended in early April. To this day, she has kept this promise, wearing it in class even when teachers have asked her to remove. As of her junior year, they’ve given up. The tiny girl will not be separated from the thing that gives her ears life when the chilled air wishes to touch her with death.

Similarly, her mother knitted her a scarf, and a few pairs, of mittens. Mariah is not a huge fan of the cold--it’s super effective to her due to how small she is. She thrives in the summer months where she can flaunt her band tees and enjoy life, but during the winter months, she’s basically constantly wrapped in a burrito of clothes.

During the wintery months, she wears a pair of black rubber boots, and during the summer months, she has different pairs of flats that she wears. She owns one or two pairs of heels, though she rarely wears them. They’re… weird.

Traditionally speaking, Mariah can be found in the school halls, huddled next to the heater, bundled up in her sweater, scarf, hat, and mittens. Please only approach her if you come bearing hot cocoa, she’s probably upset and chilly.

What You See:
To the untrained eye, Mariah Carter is the quintessential social butterfly. She easily blends from friend group to friend group and is cool with most everyone. She’s generally considered by her peers and teachers to be a sweetheart. She doesn’t fully understand the ideas of things like depression and hatred--she doesn’t hate anything (except for the smell of coffee beans), and tends to like mostly everyone. There’s rarely a moment when she’s talking to someone that her sweet smile fades from her lips.

She’s always honest, sometimes to the point of bluntness, very genuine and straightforward with her words. If she doesn’t like something, she’ll quickly and clearly express those feelings, she’ll do the same if she does like something, and will open and happily offer constructive criticism in most situations. While she doesn’t have any herself, Mariah is excellent at keeping secrets, and doesn’t mind being an ear for any of her classmates, or even people above or below her in the grade spectrum.

Thoughtful and friendly, Mariah has made a habit out of going to the office and (politely) demanding usage of the PA system to announce the birthday of all her classmates when the day comes around. What? Someone has to drive unity around here...

What I Know:
To the trained eye, Mariah Carter is the quintessential social butterfly. For the most part, Mariah’s honesty shines through in most of the things she does, and there’s truly no hidden personality beneath the surface. There are small things that she doesn’t tell everyone, like her dissatisfaction with her grades on occasion, which range from the rare D+ to the occasional A-. She worries about the future, but the most part focuses instead on the present, keeping herself happy.

Perhaps, deep down, she used to be annoyed by people underestimating her because she’s an adorable, loving little ball of sunshine, but no longer. She accepts her fate as a tiny girl, and is constantly trying to find ways to fight the heat.

Another thing the girl does that she doesn’t advertise is always keep a mixed bag of gummy bears and worms crammed into her sweater pocket, which feed and sustain her throughout the day. Brach’s, of course, the other brands just don’t compare--though she admits a bag of Albanese every once in a while isn’t all that bad.

All in, Mariah is herself. One in a million, a genuine caring young woman who always keeps a smile on her face and does her best to better everyone’s days.

Well, I used to want a kitten... Luckily, Grandpa bought me one. Mission success. Meet Loki.

What, I need a real dream here? I guess, not dying would be up there…

Three months before Mariah was born, her father was on trial for various drug related charges. Honestly, she’s never really cared about the specifics. He did something bad, that’s all she really knows, and she doesn’t want to press very hard on the matter. If her mother wanted her to know, she suspects she would have been told years ago, and she still doesn’t talk to her father enough for him to give her a straight answer.

But, that’s unimportant. What’s important is that after four and a half long years together, Mariah’s mother was left alone as a single mother. She didn’t know what she was going to do; her fiancee’s parents were no help, they wanted nothing to do with the poor pregnant girl and her soon to be born child--they’d barely wanted to see the young couple since they’d been told about the pregnancy (out of wedlock). So, Sophia Hopper had called her parents back home in Westworth Colorado, wanting to know if she could come home.

Even with the pregnancy, even with the criminal fiancee, Mariah’s grandparents were more than happy to accept them back into the fold. So, she’d gotten on the bus, promising that she’d stay faithful to her fiancee before she left, and then she’d went from Texas back to the warm, welcoming home of her parents.

Mariah’s birth was easy, and she was healthy, happy, and had a loving environment to grow up in. While she was growing up, she and her father were pen pals. Given the nature of his crimes, mostly non-violent, her mother saw no reason to hide his daughter from him. Besides, she still loved him. Throughout their correspondence, Mariah’s father did his best to have an impact on her life.

He largely chose to do this by sending her CDs to listen to. Back In Black, Highway to Hell, Cowboys from Hell, Number of the Beast, Rust in Peace, you know… classics. This helped shaped Mariah’s musical tastes, leading her to enjoy a flavor of music that includes mostly expertly shredded guitars and smooth basslines. On occasion, she’ll listen to a rap song, but generally speaking she’d prefer a good old fashioned AC/DC song anytime. In her opinion, Back in Black is possibly the closest the human race will ever get to composing and recording musical perfection.

When she turned nine years old, her mother purchased her an acoustic guitar and Mariah threw herself at the craft, wanting to one day be as good as Hendrix, Mustaine, or--if she was lucky enough, Jimmy Page. She’s kept at it ever since, even taking her father’s advice (delighted that his daughter was learning a musical instrument), and learned classical piano, and took up the violin in school. By thirteen years old, she had an electric guitar all her own, and wasn’t that bad.

Of course, in the present day, she’s still learning--but hey, she ain't half bad. In fact, she’s pretty good, and commonly records herself playing the lead guitar part to, and attempting to sing, cover songs from some of the bands her father has introduced her to, then uploading them to YouTube. Mostly for self-preservation. She isn’t that popular, maybe some day.

Just under two months ago, her father was released from prison. He moved up to Colorado with his daughter and wife. With the help of his wife’s parents, his daughter, and his wife, Mariah’s father is attempting to reintegrate himself into society.

Mariah is just enjoying the time she has left with her father, friends, and family. Though she loves her small town thoroughly, she aspires to attend an out of state college to flex her wings and see what the rest of the world is. Plus, somewhere out there, she has to have paternal grandparents. They can’t suck that much.

Student Council: Junior Class President
Takes the occasional extra after school lesson with the music teacher, sometimes on guitar, sometimes on violin. Occasionally, she hangs back and uses and abuses the superior equipment for quick and dirty jam sessions.
Art club--she enjoys painting and sculpting, mostly

TBD

Best: Music, art, English
Worst: Biology, PE

TBD

Ryan James Townsend

February 13th

chicks only

that one athlete that has no business being in high school

QB coach for a local little league team

Ryan stands at 6'2" (measured at the beginning of his Junior year, may have gained an inch or so) and weighs about 195 lbs. It's a little light considering that he is a quarterback, and as a result his weight often creates problems for him whenever he has to get physical. One discernible feature about him, however, are his massive hands. His hands were measured at 10 5/8", bigger than 75% of the starting quarterbacks in the NFL. As a result he practically envelopes the entire football whenever he holds onto it. His muscles are well defined as a result of being a lifelong athlete, but he still has problems in some areas due to overuse.

What You See:
Ryan is that kid who just never seems to shut up. In the hallways, in the class, in the cafeteria. Ryan is always fired up about something no matter what it is. He just SCREAMS frat boy, like his overall demeanor just says so. He calls his group of friends "bros" and loooves to get them fired up about the stupidest of things.

What I Know:
Ryan is a huge proponent of loyalty. He would do anything for his friends and family if they would do the same for him. He gets very sentimental about things, and hates the idea of having abandon any one of the trusted people in his life. He's also a huge mommy's boy. He also wants to shake the stereotype of college athletes and their tendency to commit sexual assault. He always gets tagged with that when he tells people about his aspirations and he doesn't know why.

to be the denver broncos' next quarterback because trevor siemian and paxton lynch are fucking trash. but honestly, any NFL team is cool too (besides the browns)

As soon as Ryan was born, he was destined to play football. Ryan's mother, Linda, cannot count how many times his father had tried to chuck Ryan like a football as a baby. His father, Charles, had actually played football professionally, well, at least that's what he likes to tell people. He was an offensive tackle for the Pittsburgh Steelers for a couple of years until he got released because they found someone better. He bounced around from team to team until he decided to retire. Ryan, along with his baby sister, Audrey, were taught all the fundamentals of sports. Athletic position, how to catch, and all of that fun stuff. As soon as he could walk, he was put into a flag football league. The term football was applied very loosely since they just spent time holding a ball and running around.

Then, came the big boy league. At first he was a running back, but then once he started growing he was moved to quarterback and hadn't budged from that position since then. Upon entering high school, though, he was the prime bench warmer until the second half of his sophomore season, where he was moved up to Varsity after the starter sustained a big injury. He finished that half of the season undefeated and he now has a firm spot as the starting QB.

football and basketball

he's the starting QB, people either hate him or adore him

best: math, english
worse: art, history

Gameday Equipment:
Under Armour Highlight MC
Nike Hyperstrong Hardplate Girdle
Nike ProCool Compression T-Shirt
Nike ProCool Compression Long Sleeve (cold weather only)
Nike Superbad 4.0 )(left hand only, only on certain days)
Schutt AiR XP (also the only person who wears this on the team

Joanna Eliza Manning

June 30th, 2000

Female; pansexual

she's not white or asian guys.... she's both

Unemployed bc junior year is hard af

Anna is about 5'9ish. Tall on her mom's side, average on her dad's side. Her hair was originally darker shade of brown but she had since dyed it a lighter shade for the sake of her "aesthetic". She loves wearing gray, dark blue, or white clothes. Light wash jeans, gray t-shirt, and white converse are a typical outfit of hers.

What You See:
To those people that don't really know Anna, she's just your typical aestheticy girl that is somehow on the basketball team. She also doesn't really talk much whether it'd be in class or outside, she's the same way even when packed in the middle of her little group of friends. She's just too quiet.

What I Know:
Anna values loyalty and honesty above all else. She holds those that she trusts very close to her heart and would do anything for them. She can also be very passionate about things, and once someone starts to talk her up she opens up, blooming like a flower of sorts. Not many people have witnessed her opening up because not many people know her in that way.

to finally be able to leave and do her own thing in a place not in colorado

Joanna Manning was born in, out of all the places in the world, Austin, Texas. Her father, Robert, was a business owner of sorts, and her mother, Lisa, was a nurse at a very big hospital in the heart of Austin. However, once Anna's younger brother came along, they decided to relocate to a small town in Colorado. Her parents justified it as getting away from the calamity of living in a big city. Despite wanting to do so, it was hard for them to find a job in the town they had relocated themselves. As a result, they both work right n
Denver, her mother working at Denver General Hospital, and her father a part of the Denver Broncos' staff.

Meanwhile, Anna was always such a quiet person. Even as a baby she seldom cried. That didn't change, even as a member of basketball teams her entire life. She communicated through bodily gestures. Her uprising really wasn't that eventful as she lived life and floated on through school doing her own thing. She never stuck her nose where it didn't belong nor did she like confronting people or anything like that. Most still don't know anything about her, even those who had known her since preschool.

basketballbasketballbasketballbasketballbasketball

only like a handful of people really know about her lmao

Best: math
Worst: chemistry

SHE FUCKING HATES HER CHEMISTRY TEACHER BECAUSE HE'S A FUCKING DICK.

Jareth Michael Wells

March 13^th // Sixteen

Male, unexplored/in denial/closeted bisexual

City Boy. Emo. Foster Kid. Rebel. Stoner. Troubled.

Dishwasher at The Diner. The owner lets him play metal and screamo in the back, as long as it isn’t so loud that the customers can hear it. It’s a pretty good deal.

One of the first things people notice about Jareth is his hair, which has been dyed a thick, inky black since before he even arrived at Westworth; no one at the high school even knows what it’s natural color is. It is obvious that Jareth cares a lot about what his mane looks like, as it is always blow-dried to a fluffy, soft texture, and then flat-ironed to perfection. The ebony fringe sits just above his black-rimmed silvery blue eyes, mostly out of his sight, but sometimes it covers his left eye when it is in need of a trim. These raven locks curtain a forehead that he himself considers to be too big for your average human and, like his natural hair color, few people have ever seen it.

A second notable - oftentimes jarring - bodily feature of Jareth is his physique. The sixteen year-old boy stands at a short five-foot-seven and weighs only around 120 pounds soaking wet. Jareth is thin…like, ‘holy shit does this kid even eat? … is he okay?!’ levels of thin. The answer to these questions is: yes, he does eat and, yes, he is actually very physically healthy. Jareth has always been small, falling behind his peers on both the average height and weight charts all throughout his childhood. These days he has more or less caught up to his classmates in height, but the combination of his vegetarian diet, love of morning runs, and natural metabolism keeps him impressively lean.

A final noteworthy point, perhaps the most prominent in a small town like Westworth, is Jareth’s look. In a sea of baggy blue jeans, flannel, and leather work boots, Jar sticks out more than a scarecrow in the fields. He is one of the few males in school with piercings: ¾ wooden gauges in both ears, a steel 14g ring in his left nostril, and steel spider bite-style rings set to the right side of his bottom lip. Jareth got the twin lip piercings freshman year and the rings have since chipped his right lateral incisor slightly, which does little to mar his beaming white smile on the rare occasions that he chooses to flash it. It isn’t that Jareth is constantly scowling, exactly, but he does always seem to be a little caught up in his thoughts, or sad… or just lost?

Staple clothing items in Jareth’s closet include painfully tight skinny jeans - often adorned with belts and chains that make it so you can always hear Jareth coming before you see him, and jackets - army style, canvas, or leather (fake, of course), sometimes even a combination. This is partially a style choice, but mostly a practical necessity, because he is always freezing. Only in the most roasting days of the summer will you catch Jareth wearing anything less than a dark long sleeved tee, at least. In addition to clothing, Jareth sports some rather unusual accessories, including multiple layered necklaces of varying lengths, which he switches out daily. Some are chains and others black cords, a few have pendants like a fake bullet, a dull-edged razor blade, or ironically worn crosses and rosaries. Lastly - but most important to Jareth - is a collection of multicolored bracelets that take up about 3 inches of his right wrist. The dingy strips of fabric, braided string, and beads were made for him by other kids in the Denver Children’s Home, his pre teenaged friends, and the bracelets hold deep sentimental value to Jareth. They will continue to remain on his wrist for as long as they will fit.

What You See:
It is easy to look at someone like Jareth and think that you know what they are like. At face value, he appears to be your average burnout stereotype, and in some ways he is. He smokes a lot of pot, lives for creating art and playing his guitar, and doesn’t seem to care about much else but living in the now. Jareth has never excelled in school, he scrapes by with average C grades and the occasional B if he finds the subject interesting enough. He maintains a healthy social life and fills his free time with parties, bonfires, camping trips in the woods, floating in the summertime, and boarding in the winter. At times he can be a little immature and wild, like he is trying to live out a happy childhood and his teenage years all at once… because, he kind of is, now that he has the ability to. Jar has a small group of tight friendships, a wide group of friendly acquaintances, and just a few people that he very obviously does not get along with. He doesn’t mind that people see him as violent, rebellious, or troubled, in fact, he encourages the ‘bad boy’ reputation he’s built up - it’s sexy, right?

What I Know:
Most of what you see? It’s a front - a finely crafted facade to cover a crumbling, unsteady foundation. Jareth has issues, a lot of them. Growing up in the children’s home and failed foster care accrued Jareth a laundry list of mental afflictions. Some, like the night terrors, dissolved in time. Others, like the depression, anxiety, and ODD, they require lifelong medication and therapy to cope with. Perhaps they too will go away, in time, at least the ODD is starting to. Currently, Jareth has found that a mix of SSRIs, music, sweet Colorado green, and required bi-weekly sessions to ‘talk about it’ is pretty much working for him. Surprisingly enough, he’s feeling more emotionally and mentally stable than he ever has. Though, if you ask him, he’ll still says this place is hell. Literal hell.

Those closest to Jareth know some of his story, but nobody knows absolutely everything. He keeps it hidden, locked inside as much as he can, afraid of driving people away with his burdens. He wants to be happy, to surround himself with lifelong friendships and to find real love, but he’s also scared. It’s not so much the friendships that are terrifying, but the love part. His twin fears of commitment and, ultimately, abandonment keep him from ever getting too attached to romantic partners. This is also the reason he chafes against his foster parents so much... if he dislikes them, it won’t hurt as much when they decide that they don’t want him anymore. Though, now that he is sixteen and mostly on track to graduate next year, these fears aren’t really holding up as much. The only one standing in the way of his own happiness is himself, and he is starting to see that.

More than anything in the world, Jareth wants to make music. He can play the piano, guitar, sing, and keep a beat on a drumset. Right now it’s just a solo thing, he’s learning as much as he can, improving his craft and expressing himself. He’s singing and playing while alone. He’s singing and playing with friends. He’s singing and playing because he can’t not be singing and playing. But, someday he hopes to make a living doing what he is most passionate about - to join a band, or start one, but he definitely needs to get the fuck out of here!

☠ Commitment
☠ Not making it in the music industry
☠ Abandonment

✔ Music - making it and listening to it. Always.
✔ Art - especially reading and drawing comics
✔ Tattoos & Piercings - alternative fashion in general.
✔ Morning Runs
✔ Bonfires
✔ Parties
✔ Being drunk
✔ Getting high

✘ Animal cruelty
✘ Rednecks
✘ Corrupt government and politics
✘ His foster parents
✘ His biological parents
✘ Sports - the organized kind, gym class is still fun
✘ Homophobia

Jareth was born to a drug addict groupie and some mystery musician. His teenaged birth mother gave him up for adoption immediately upon giving birth and, to this day, he hasn’t actually met her. It wasn’t one of those happy adoptions either, as his first set of ‘parents’ didn’t work out and, as such, he wound up in the foster care system. This lack of unconditional parental love or stability lead to behavioral problems throughout his childhood, which made finding a forever home all the more difficult. Jareth bounced from home to home - some families were too soft and kind to handle a ‘troubled kid’, and others were just plain abusive. All in all, he had a total of six failed placement homes.

When Brian and Charlotte McKinney stepped foot in the home, Jar had unknowingly met his match. The McKinney’s couldn’t have child of their own, so they sought out adoption facilities in nearby cities. When they arrived at the Denver Children’s Home, they were sure they would finally find a child to bring home… what they didn’t expect was for it to be a moody pre teen boy. Charlotte was and is a registered nurse, and Brian works as a correctional officer, both commute to Littleton and choose to live in Westworth because it is quaint and close to Char’s family. Charlotte’s professional background makes her empathetic, and Brian, well Brian is just a real fucking hard ass. Together, they wound up being the parents that Jareth needed - not the ones that he wanted, but the ones he needed, and still needs.

Jareth entered the Westworth seventh grade in January, already half way through the school year. He was the shiny new thing in one dull ass town, and the students were talking about his arrival before he even stepped foot in the doors. All elbows and knees (even more so then than he is now), with his unique style and long dyed hair, he was an immediate target for the redneck bully crowd. One towering giant - seriously, he was huge, and Jareth was pretty sure he didn’t belong in middle school, either - approached him on his first day and gave him a less than subtle once over. “Are you wearing makeup, City Boy?” he had said, laughing and encouraging his buddies to join in on the fun. Jar had been through this before, the whole new kid hazing process; Now was a defining moment, it was the first impression that would shape his reputation for the duration of his stay at Westworth, however short that might be. So, Jareth unapologetically looked the kid dead in the eyes, glaring in eerie silence, and then brushed past to walk by. “And bracelets too? Hey, don’t walk away from me, faggot!” he said and grabbed at his wrist.

That was it, like a switch flipped in Jareth’s brain from passive to aggressive in 0.2 seconds. Jar whirled around and clipped the kid hard in his jaw. His surprise was obvious, that a scrawny runt like this would even dare, but Jareth used this to his advantage and laid in with a second and third punch to a cheek and eye. A crowd of onlookers quickly gathered. When his fists weren’t doing the damage he saw fit, Jareth reeled back and actually headbutted him right in the nose, it was savage. Blood poured from the homophobe’s nose and Jareth was left dazed with an angry red mark on his forehead. In this daze he felt a hand on his shoulder, pulling him back from the bleeding kid. Jareth violently turned towards the source of touch and the blonde boy flinched and stepped back. Jar sneered something along the lines of back the fuck off before pushing his way through the crowd and towards the exit.

And so, Jareth made himself known at Westworth by getting nearly a week of out of school suspension on his first day and telling his now best friend to ‘fuck off’. Apparently, that wasn’t enough to scare little Remy. When Jareth arrived back at school the following week, most students gave him a wide berth in halls, although they never stopped their gossipy whispers. Remy, though, he hopped right up to Jareth - literally, it was like the kid had springs in his shoes - and asked him if he was okay. This was a weird question because, well, he wasn’t really the loser of that scuffle. The energetic blonde became Jareth’s unrequested, self-appointed guide to life in Westworth. It was through him that Jareth met his closest friends and found as much of a niche as he could for himself in this tiny town. He even convinced him to join the school band, fucking marching band. But it’s not so bad, life is good now, and getting better.

Percussionist in the marching band.
“Yes, that’s it. That’s quite enough school spirit for me, thank you!”

Jareth is still known as the new transfer kid from the city… even though it’s been four years. His violent outburst in 7th grade keeps kids from messing with him, thinking that it’s best not to fuck with crazy. It's also pretty much agreed that when it comes to Westworth musicians, Jareth is the best around, often playing acoustic at local parties and events.

Mediocre at most subjects for lack of effort and interest, good at art and music, horrid at math and chemistry.

⚡️ Jar fiddles with his lip rings when he’s nervous, or thinking, or drawing. Really, he does it a lot, which explains the chipped tooth.
⚡️ Has been a vegetarian since they showed that awful documentary on animals in the food industry in 9th grade biology.
⚡️ Knows how to play classical piano, semi self-taught back in the Home.
⚡️ Is a teenage boy that surprisingly isn’t into video games.
⚡️ Sometimes he has really wacky dreams and likes to recreate them in a form of drawn comics.
⚡️ Jareth and Mariah dated briefly in ninth grade and have remained close friends ever since.
⚡️ Remy is his best friend, hands down. The Best.

Ffiona Mae Lewis

October 1st, just turned 17

Pansexual Female

Ginger. Tomboy. Hippie. Athlete.

Lifeguard at the lake in the summer, and a cashier at PJ’s year-round. She also helps out on the family farm, but that's unpaid work, naturally.

Aside from her mane of natural red hair, Ffiona’s most eye-grabbing physical attribute is her complexion. A healthy speckling of freckles coats nearly every inch of her skin, being most dense in the areas that see constant sunlight - a reflexion of her outdoorsy lifestyle. If you squint your eyes or don’t stare for too long, it might seem like Foxy is sporting a tan, but truly she is just your average pasty ginger hidden beneath all those spots. Ffiona’s body is kept thin through constant physical activity and an incredibly healthy diet, which is not intentionally done to be thin, it’s just the way that she is. The clothes she wears are often quite colorful and always comfortable - ranging from bohemian/hippie-chic sundresses and strappy sandals, to blue jeans and flannel shirts - the latter being a particular favorite. In the winter, she bundles up like a proper snow bunny. In the summer heat, however, Ffiona is no stranger to showing some skin - all those freckles had to come from somewhere! She has even been known to sport naught but a bikini top and shorts, especially when planning a trip to the river on the hottest of days. As for makeup, Fi keeps it simple with mascara, light eyeliner, and peach or pale pink lip gloss, hardly ever anything more than that.

What You See:
Ffiona can best be described as… a bit much. Exuberant is the more positive way to spin it, that’s what Ffiona’s parents would lovingly call her. Everything that she does is always done with passion, fire, zest, pizazz, and spunk. Give her a little and she’ll take it and give you back extra. Charismatic and sociable, Ffiona has been known to talk one’s ear off, even if they are barely more than strangers. Her conversations are always lively and interesting, at least she likes to keep them as such by figuring out what other people care about and like to do. People are wonderful, Fi genuinely believes that, and loves talking to them and getting to know as many people as she can.

In grade school, FiFi was frequently disciplined by her teachers for her inability to sit still and calm down and, to this day, such mundane tasks are still a struggle. Through the help of a guidance counselor, Ffiona found that the best way to channel her endless supply of energy and competitive nature was through sports and extracurricular activities (and more recently, thrill seeking). She started with horseback riding, soccer, and cheerleading in her younger years. Now she is on the softball team, girls basketball team, and the cheerleading squad in addition to her hobbies of running, hiking, swimming, exploring, snowboarding, rock climbing, cliff jumping and any other extreme flavor of the week. Ffiona lives by the ‘if you’re not living, you’re dead’ motto and, if you ask some of her friends, they’ll flat out tell you that the way she lives might actually lead to her death someday. Even if that is the case, no one will be able to say that Ffiona Lewis didn’t live her life to the fullest.

Fi has a smile that lights up a room, shining like a beacon even in the darkest of times. Her bubbly laughter is infectious and frequent. Of course, life isn’t always peachy, and Ffiona can be a shoulder to lean on in times of need. She is there for her friends, forever and always, and she makes sure that they know that. Some might be likely to call her clingy, but Ffiona doesn’t believe it is ever possible to love too much. Love is important to her, be it that of her family, friends, or life in general. When she loves and believes in someone or something, she will make it known to anyone and everyone. Her eagerness to fight for what she believes in has brought her far in life and will bring her farther still, despite those who might view such an assertive and self-confident woman in a negative light.

What I Know:
With FiFi, it turns out that what you see is what you get. The bubbly, energetic girl that everyone sees is, in fact, the genuine Ffiona. There are no underlying hardships or struggles, no deep dark secrets or skeletons in her closet. She is open and honest with everyone that she encoutners, with a naivete that could easily be taken advantage of by anyone with ill intent. If there is one thing that Fi fears enough to not talk about, it is being disliked. FiFi is aware that her personality is a bit more lively than most, and it would absolutely crush her if being herself came at the cost of friendship - or love, something that she has yet to experience in a romantic sense. Ffiona tries not to let such fears control her, but everyone has their down days, even little rays of sunshine.

Ffiona was born the eldest daughter to Eleanor and Gareth Lewis, followed shortly after by her brother Trevor five years later, and sister Gwyneth four years after that. The Lewis’ are originally a Welsh American family that immigrated first to New England decades ago, and then migrated west, settling in Colorado and the surrounding states. Gareth Lewis was born and raised in Colorado and met the love of his life, Eleanor, in college there. When the couple finished their schooling, they promptly married and settled in to Westworth to start a life and begin raising a family on sizable piece of farmland. Eleanor took a job as an elementary school teacher and Gareth worked initially as a science teacher, retiring early to manage the growing family farm. The Lewis farm breeds and raises horses, offering riding lessons throughout all seasons, to locals and city-folk willing to make the drive. They also grow local cash crops in the form of hay, corn, and wheat. Gary is currently working on maintaining a high enough grade of barley to sell to the nearby craft brewery, hoping to cash in on the profitable hipster market.

The Lewis’ have raised and continue to raise their three children well and lovingly. Ffiona and her siblings were taught the values of open-mindedness, the pursuit of knowledge, and self-expression. Being that both Eleanor and Gary are educators, it comes as no surprise that Ffiona hopes to follow a similar path. Ffiona’s love of nature came first and foremost, as she spent most of her youth outdoors from the time that she could walk. Television, video games, and the internet didn’t hold much appeal to the youngster, the outside world was infinitely more interesting and entertaining. There was that, and the fact that helping with farm work took a lot of effort and time that was best not wasted on electronics.

A bit of a tomboy, Ffiona spent her childhood years catching bugs and skinning her knees, climbing rocks and getting into places she probably shouldn’t have been. Ffiona’s inability to sit still and focus for any extended period of time caused her trouble in elementary school. The young redhead was diagnosed with ADHD by her guidance counselor (and trained child pyschologist) at the age of eight. In lieu of pharmaceutical treatment alone, it was recommended that she get involved in sports and other activities to burn through her excess energy. Since then, FiFi has lead a very athletic and active lifestyle, her adolescence being spent much in the same way. Middle school brought with it a newfound love of girly things, like dresses and makeup… and boys, of course. Ffiona is interested in girls too, though she has yet to have a romantic relationship with either gender, nor any in between, as open to the idea as she may be. Currently, Fi is focused on getting into a good university and enjoying her high school years as much as she possibly can, while still being a good role model for her younger siblings, who are now twelve and eight.

Ffiona is primarily known for her energy, athleticism, ginger-ness, country girl looks, and her loud and unstoppable mouth. She is friendly and well-meaning, but she will certainly talk your ear off. Much to her dismay, it wouldn't be too far-fetched for someone to refer to her as 'the exhausting one'.

Best: Science and Gym
Worst: History

Ffiona is taking ASL and Yearbook as her electives this year.

Mackenzie Maya Lin

August 13, 16

Female
About eighty five percent sure that boys are for platonic things only. Interested in the same sex.

Slacker | Troublemaker | Voice of an Angel/Mouth of a Sailor | The Siren of Westworth High | Non-Devout Catholic | Self-Proclaimed 'Cauc-Asian' Because 'Mackenzie' is "White people names."

Recently employed at the combination bowling alley/arcade. She gives out the shoes and kicks the people off the dancing game.

There's nothing immediately eye-catching about Kenzi's height or general appearance; her features tend to speak for themselves what with her pale complexion and blemish-free face. Some have said that Kenzi's eyes are quite striking, but she believes it's just because they are wide and rather expressive. Someone once told her that it was odd to see her dark green eyes but that same person was being kind of racist at the time and Kenzi didn't really know any better. She's just always had expressive, forest-green eyes; over the years she's managed to bring attention to them with the proper application of makeup. She goes for emphasis, though heavy makeup is so not her style.

In fact her style is a bit more...naturalistic in tone. Or, in truth, a bit more 'urban' though she loathes to use such a generic term herself. No one can deny that she has a distinct and certainly striking sense of style that gravitates towards the 'wear a big shirt so it looks like you don't have pants' end of things. Typically Kenzi is found adhering to no real sense of fashion while still coming off as stylish, to a certain degree. Thrift store casual is a style, surely. Kenzie hates when people are married to their outfits which is why she is so uncaring about her own clothing. The only time she dresses in a presentable, formal manner is when she's singing with the choir...and even then only because it's 'mandatory'. On colder days, Kenzi will don a hooded jacket while still sticking to her 'pants that are technically shorts but christ and large shirt' dress. It's not as if her legs are particularly worthy of being shown off in such a manner, she just feels like the look suits her. If not her personality.

Kenzi's hair is of frequent medium length and often chestnut in color. It's her natural hair color as well, which always draws suspicious glances. She's not particularly fussed about her hair, it's just sort of there, and most of the time it's covered by various hats and headwear anyway. She keeps her bangs straight and the style of cut to a bob, thus ensuring that her plain featured face is on full display for the adoring population. It's appropriate, however, given that her face is so expressive.

Her height and weight are, much like the rest of her, are average. Five foot two and slender with no real curves to speak of; she had been describe as having a 'boyish' build to her. She's still not sure what that means. Kenzi doesn't flaunt it not because she thinks she don't got it, but because she hates when people think they can use their looks to excuse a lack of personality. Kenzi doesn't want people seeing her and making a 'would fuck' judgment. Not that it would matter much, considering her preferences and all. She may not put a lot of stock in fashion or makeup or accessories, but at least at the end of the day Kenzi goes home happy knowing that she's authentic.

And how many high school kids can truly claim that.

What You See:
There she goes to the principal's office again. What did she do this time? There's a reputation Kenzi has and like most reputations it's hardly a good one. Whenever there's an incident at school that has no culprit, most turn to Kenzi as the scapegoat. Sometimes for good reason, but most of the time because she's an easy target for it. There's a noted lack of respect for authority due to her reportedly telling multiple teachers to fuck themselves with a colorful term for human genitalia and being caught twice tagging a wall. Rumors surround Kenzi like flies around...well you know the expression. While it's certainly true that her mouth has no filter, no one seems to stop and consider the sheer amount of issues they attribute to Kenzi. If she truly did half of the things she was blamed for she'd most likely be expelled or even in jail at the moment. But of course that doesn't concern those who are quick to point fingers. Kenzi is the perfect target because of well known incidents in the past, most recently her little stunt at the talent show.

Many assume she'll drop out before the end of the year. Others have a bet going on whether or not she'll be arrested. And still there are those who wonder how the hell she managed to become the top soloist in the choir. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, and plenty of staffers who have supported these rumors still remember the last time a Lin wandered the halls.

What I Know:
While it's true that Kenzi has a bit of a vulgar mouth, the reality of the matter is that Kenzi is a confused person. She has two very different forces in her life and is slowly realizing that she can't make them both happy and doesn't quite know what to do. Standing at the crossroad of life that is maturity was never supposed to be this difficult. Kenzi isn't sure that she's ever made a decision for her own sake and her run-ins with authority and the talent show incident were her way of doing something that she wanted to do. Despite the claims that she'll be a dropout, Kenzi is in the top percent grade-wise in her year, a fact that she keeps to herself. She could be in the running for Valedictorian if she maintained. It's not that she's unhappy, it's just that school is about the only place she can actually be true to herself, even if that puts her at odds with others because of her attitude.

While she isn't going to mouth off to teachers unless provoked, Kenzi still gets into trouble over seemingly nothing; again because of her reputation and that of the Other Lin as well as her uncertain nature, Kenzi accepts the punishments even when she didn't do the crime. Because that's what's expected of a Lin. The Lin Legacy, in other words. Slowly but surely she's starting to learn that in the end it's her life, not anyone else's. She can be her own person. She can do what her heart desires.

Kenzi isn't sure that she even has friends, just people that take advantage of her reputation to remain under the radar and blameless. In all honesty, she's a deeply lonely person who still wants to find her voice. Ironic, considering her place on the choir, where she's known for her almost angelic voice.

The immediate dream is to perform at graduation. Not like the performance at the talent show, but a genuine one. The more important dream is to stop living in the shadow of others and stick up for herself. Otherwise known as maturing.

Ultimately, though, Kenzi wants to pursue her true love: using her voice to actually say something. Not as just a singer, but as a performer...a rap artist ideally, but just being able to perform without the pressure from outside sources would be the greatest accomplishment of her life.

The Lin Women, as they've become known, didn't get their start in Westworth. The matriarch, Amber, lived in San Francisco for a time and gave birth to her first daughter, Kim, in the state. After a rather messy divorce from her husband, a music scout for a now-defunct record label, Amber took her daughter east and ran out of gas in Westworth. Amber never re-married but entertained a fair amount of suitors, all of whom dropped all contact when it became clear that Amber was pregnant.

Mackenzie still doesn't know who her father is.

While Amber managed to settle down and devote her time to raising her children by finding secretarial work (thanks to the boss taking a deal of pity on her) [/indent, she decided that her children shouldn't have to go through the same struggles. No parent wants their kids to be worse off, after all. Unfortunately, her new hours meant less time at home which meant it fell to Kim to be a parental figure for Mackenzie. Kim seemed like the cool older sibling when Kenzi was growing up, always looking out for her and making sure no one made fun of her...but the honeymoon didn't last long.

By the time Kim was in high school, Mackenzie was already starting to emulate her big sister. Wearing the hand-me-downs and trying to be just like her big sister. And why not? Her big sister was a more active presence in her life. Kim, meanwhile, was leaving a legacy at Westworth High that followed Kenzi to the present day. Rarely a day went by where Kim wasn't in trouble for something, vandalism, theft, sex in the bathroom, smoking, dealing, a laundry list of offenses that she just managed to skirt around. People knew it was Kim but there was never just enough proof to pin it on her.

Amber, fearing that Kim was going down an all too familiar path, tried to intervene. This only led to a fight that Kenzi overheard, culminating in Amber striking Kim and Kim striking back. Kenzi's opinion on both of them changed; but her love of her sister and her mother continued to pull at her. Kim dropped out in her senior year in spectacular fashion: by telling the principal and the student body what she thought of the school at an assembly. People say that Kim went out streaking, but it was really more cursing and shrieking. Kim has since moved in with a bunch of similar minded adults.

Amber, not wanting Kenzi to follow in those footsteps, took a more active role in Kenzi's life, making choices for her and limiting her interactions after a vetting process. It was Amber who forced Kenzi to join the choir; Kenzi was forced to join an extracurricular and the choir seemed the least serious. Kenzi has since been unable to tell her mother about her dreams and goals in life, not that Amber would hear any of it considering her overbearing sort of attitude. Kenzi doesn't want to go through life without making decisions for herself, only recently realizing that her entire life had been dictated by the two older people in her life.

With the choir, she at least has begun to learn that she genuinely enjoys singing. Amber wants Kenzi to be educated, get a stable job. Kim wants Kenzi to live the anarchy, hedonistic life. Kenzi just wants to be herself.

Soprano in the Choir. Noted for being chosen to do a lot of solo work during concerts.

Even before the incident at the talent show, Kenzi had a reputation that stemmed from her older sister's time at the school. Since then Kenzi has done little to break away from that reputation; as such she's considered to be nothing more than a rude, vulgar troublemaker. Not the class clown or those sorts, but the type of student who would just as soon start a fight or fail a drug test. But of course, reputations aren't everything. Her nickname 'Siren of Westworth' is both because of her vocal ability in the choir and because of a little joke 'if there's a Siren at Westworth, Kenzi's in the backseat'.

Her best subjects are English and Music
Her worst subjects are Chemistry and Gym

She still hasn't apologized for the 'Talent Show Incident'. She doesn't think she did anything wrong.

Sophia, Maria, Ridgeway

September 29th

Lesbian

Waitress at the diner

Sophia stands at 5'6, she has a slender body her skin also has a natural tan to it, she has one scar on her left arm from when she fell while doing one of her afternoon jobs. She has a few freckles and little blemishes here and there on her body but none on her face. Sophia's eyes are a dark brown. She usually wears tshirts and shorts during the summer and will usually go for long sleeves or hoodies during the winter and colder months.

What You See:
Sophia is usually seen as a very outgoing and caring person to those that she is around and considers her friends and is always there for them whenever they do need someone that they can trust. She will never tell anyone a secret if they tell her or trust her with any. She is also pretty calm when she is in front of a crowd.

What I Know:
Sophia to her closest friends is known to be very brutally honest and how she feels with them, whenever she is seen as calm under pressure she actually is nervous and will play with her nails whenever no one is looking at her. When she is annoyed Sophia will always just disappear somewhere else so that she wont say anything that she may regret to her friends.

Sophia's true passion is music and she wants to move out of Westworth Colorado, she ultimately wants to move out to LA and go to a music school out there once she graduates from high school.

Sophia was born in Westworth both of their parents were originally from the Philadelphia area her father was a chef at a local restaurant owned and ran by him, while her mother was a nurse they met in college together and quickly fell in love with each other. Once they finished high school Sophia's parents got married. They eventually moved in with each other and got their respective careers that they wanted. Then they eventually found that they were pregnant with Sophia which they were very happy about, but one day while her father was on his way home from work. There was a hit and run accident, her father died shortly after getting to the hospital, which devastated her mother.

Sophia's grandparents lived in Westworth, which was where Sophia ended up leaving her to live with her grandparents she still sees her mother who is living in Denver now. But her mother after the death of her father just simply wanted to keep working and knew that she would be better off with her grandparents. She sometimes gets upset with her mother who never really saw her since she worked so much, they will occasionally talk on the phone or visit during her birthday and holidays but that's about all when they see one another. Sophia eventually started to pick up the guitar and started to self teach herself singing which she was naturally gifted with. Her grandparents of course encourage her to pursue a career which she has been thinking about now more since she is close to graduating.

Art, Theater & Improv, Choir & Snowboarding and Skiing

Known to be a very loyal friend, always there to help them and give any advice that she can. She always wants to try and make them smile and laugh.

Sophia is great in English, PE, and history. She is the worse in chemistry, trig and chem lab

She likes hanging out with her friends, listening to music and is always seen singing on her way home from work or school, she is also currently working on trying to get her drivers license, getting taught by her grandfather.

Oliver Everett Nichols

January 14th, 2000

Male, Gay

Clique: The Artsy Crowd. Oli's one of the more senior members of the drama club and is a whiz with a camera.
Politically: Dirty Liberal
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: Whiter than white bread.
Religion: Agnostic

Oli is a waiter at the local diner.

Oli's hot. He sure as hell doesn't think so, but everyone else certainly does. His shaggy, dirty blonde hair and dark blue eyes are the source of plenty of admiration. He's around six feet, not the tallest kid at school, but not short by any means. He's built thanks to the few days a week he spends at the school's gym, but he clearly isn't a football player. His smile is infectious though, and when his lips curl into a grin his whole face joins them. Blemish wise, Oli got lucky. His skin is relatively clear, aside from the smattering of freckles that cover his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. The most notable marking on him is the scar on his chin, the one mark from the car accident that he was in last April.

Perhaps the thing that draws the most attention to Oli is his presence. When he walks into a room, he owns it. His confidence seems to silently announce his arrival. He walks with a swagger, even in the face of recent tragedies. When he walks, he walks with purpose. He doesn't move around groups, he moves through them. Such is the way of Oli Nichols.

What You See:
Four words. Pain. In. The. Ass. Oli is loud and obnoxious, to the point that many instantly think of him as that one annoying asshole. Those who don't know him well enough thinks he's an annoying attention whore, who'd rather be up on stage or behind a camera than in a classroom. In short, he's not exactly extremely well liked by those he's not close with, especially most of the quieter more reserved kids.

What I Know:
To those that really know Oli, he's the nicest guy you could ever know, which is a bit of a miracle considering the events of the past year. He's one of those people who truly cares about others, someone who goes out of his way to help others. While he can be obnoxious and annoying at times, he does care about people's feelings. He's also a great friend, loyal to a fault. If Oli is your friend, and more likely than not he is, he'll stand by your side through pretty much anything. But Oli's most memorable trait, perhaps the one that everyone knows him by, is his sense of humor. He loves to laugh and make others do so, and it's what has helped him get so into his stage productions.

While Oli doesn't hide much of himself from others, he does feel the need to hide bits and pieces. Since the car accident last April, Oli has been different. He's far more controlling than normal, and hates leaving things to chance. He's also considerably more stubborn and rarely allows any other way but his way. Oli's temper has also been flaring up more and more. He's hurt, but he won't let anyone see that. Not now, and if he has his way, not ever.

Oli aspires to become a famous actor and then perhaps after that, get behind the camera. Ideally he'll win an Oscar for both Best Actor and also Best Picture.

When Jameson Nichols came back to town with a young woman on his arm and a wedding ring on his finger, everyone was shocked. His new bride was two months pregnant and everyone thought that it must have been a shotgun wedding. Jameson was going places they all said. He was too young to just marry some random girl from Boston and move back home. But that's exactly what he did. Seven months later, Jameson and his wife Lucy had two kids on their hands. Oliver and Madison. The Nichols Twins.

The Nichols quickly settled in. Jameson, a lawyer, got a job at a small law firm in town and Lucy became the assistant librarian, and read to the younger town kids on the weekends. The terrible twosome of Madi and Oli were inseperable. Growing up, the three kids spent time running rampant around their mother's library and their father's office. Their dad was one of the only lawyers in town, so his practice was often booked, but their mom would regularly read to them. The library wasn't exactly a hub of business.

As Oli grew older, he found his place on stage. He began acting in the elementary school plays when he was in second grade, and from there on out he wanted nothing other than a life in the spotlight. He loved to entertain people and everyone knew it. In school he was the class clown, and the teacher's worst nightmare.

Entering high school was a surprisingly easy transition for the twins. Oli was already well acquainted with upperclassmen from his time in the theatre, not to mention the size of their town, Madison excelled socially, and always had. Entering sophomore year, Oli began to seriously question his sexuality, and by spring break, he'd come out as gay. He'd always been rather confident in himself, but this still gave him anxiety for weeks leading up. Now though, he's living happily, clowning around and loving life. He's yet to score a boyfriend, but hey, there's gotta be one other gay kid in this town, right?

Drama/Theatre Club
Photography and Film Club

The Artsy Kid With A Camera

While Oli isn't a genius, he does pretty well in a few classes. English has always been his strong suit, as has History. He finds that the stories of people long dead come easily to him. Conversely, he is trash when it comes to any Math or Science, and he's had to retake Chemistry once before.

Family:
Jameson Nichols - Father - FC: Nikolaj Coster-Waldau
Lucy Nichols - Mother - FC: Ellen Pompeo
Madison Nichols - Twin Sister - FC: Emma Watson
FC: Connor Franta

Madison Elizabeth Nichols

January 14th, 2000. Sixteen

Heterosexual Female

|| Queen Bee || Bitch || Homeschooled || Liberal As Fuck || White Girl || Fashionista || Probably going to rule the world ||

Currently Unemployed

By all conventional standards, Madison is beautiful. She's slender, with a body that implies she works out and eats healthy. Her hair falls just past her shoulders, silky and dirty blonde. Her deep blue eyes draw you in, and make you feel as if you are the only person she could even dream of thinking of. Her skin clear, except for the smattering of freckles across her nose, something she shares with her brother. She's not nearly as tall as him though, standing at about 5'5".

Fashion wise, Madi dresses to impress. She puts a solid hour, at least, into her outfit everyday, always making sure that she leaves a lasting impression in peoples minds. She prefers to wear dresses or skirts, though she's not adverse to skinny jeans or even the occasional pair of leggings. She often toes the line between conservative and revealing, a fact which is not lost on her in the slightest.

What You See:
To the outside world, Madison Nichols is cold and calculating. Sure, she's peppy, and can be incredibly sweet. But everyone knows, she's a bit of a snake in the grass. She's ruined enough girls at Westworth that she has a bit of a rep. That said, she has a good side, and if you catch it, you're bound to get a good friend out of her.

While most can't say they particularly enjoy Madison, plenty respect her. She's very intelligent, well known for making the honor roll every year, and she's a great leader. She's a planner and a doer, and she knows how to get shit done. No one can say otherwise. She just isn't particularly open to much help, and is, as Oli sometimes says, "a bossy bitch who can't let anyone in." He got grounded for that one.

What I Know:
In truth, Madison Nichols is a girl wracked with insecurities. She's a major control freak, but only because she's terrified of failure and letting people down. She also has a deep seeded fear of commitment, and because of this, her trust is hard to earn. She is, deep down, a caring girl, and loyal to her friends, she just finds it very hard to express such feelings. All of this is only known to her closest friends, or her family. Madi would rather have the rest of the world see her how they want to, rather than as the mess she really is.

Madison aspires to become a foreign diplomat, traveling to many different countries. After that she'd like to get a job with the State Department, then become the Secretary of State, and should all go well, the first female President of the United States. Dream big they say!

When looking back on Madi's life, it's easy to see how she became such a hardcore bitch. She had to be. She was Oli's sister for god sakes, of course she was forced to fight for attention, and her parents never faltered when she used her puppy dog eyes. She was spoiled, that much was for sure.

As the twins grew up, Madi was always bringing home new friends, and soon it felt like their entire grade had been to the Nichols house one time or another. Everyone loved Madi, or at least they pretended to. Upon entering high school, Madi found that she adapted to it far better than expected. She loved the social games that were played, and the socializing that was to be had. While Oli's place was the stage, Madi's was the hallway, strutting down it like it was a catwalk.

Now days, Madi is realizing that she isn't happy with who she is. She's realized that, while she does have close friends, plenty of her grade thinks she's just plain old mean. She's determined to change that, one way or another. She won't go down as a Regina George, that much she knows.

Madi is on the Varsity Girls Soccer Team, the Dance Committee, the Student Council, and the Cheer Squad

The Queen Bee

Madi has always excelled in History and English like her brother, although her art skills aren't nearly the same. She actually does rather well in all of her classes, though Art gives her a little bit of trouble, and she's always had to put in more effort than normal with Chemistry.

FC: Emma Watson

Sadie Katlyn Hill

May 23rd, 16

Female, Heterosexual

Workaholic, American, Caucasian, Free Will Baptist, Republican, Has Depersonalization Disorder, The Adopted Hill, Girl who is like the best friend girl next door.

Part-time waitress at The Diner.

Sadie is a small 5'3" girl with a tiny frame that weighs 102lbs. She is fairly tan and her brown hair is almost always in pigtails. She has light blue eyes. Usually she can be seen wearing a long sleeved shirt under a jacket and a skirt over some black leggings. She also never wears heels. It's sneakers or nothing. Also there are a small number of scars on her arms which is why she ALWAYS wears long sleeve shirts. She also has a larger scar across her back. The one item that Sadie always has on her, whether wearing it or not, is the toboggan that was her brothers.

Sadie and her family lived in a town right next to Westworth when Sadie was growing up. Her life from birth to about 6 was fairly normal. She had many friends in Kindergarten, and first grade had started the same way until something happened.

You see Sadie wasn't born a Hill. She was adopted into the family at the age of six. She was orphaned when her family was killed during a kidnapping gone wrong. Her father and mother tried to stop two men who were attempting to kidnap Sadie and her younger brother. They were killed by the two men and Sadie and her brother had received serious injuries, but before the kidnappers could get away the cops showed up. The men were arrested and the two children were rushed to the hospital. Unfortunately Sadie's brother died during treatment and when Sadie was stable weeks later they moved her to the children's wing. The long process of figuring out what to do with her began. She had no close or distant living relatives and they were most likely going to put her in the foster program. However, there was a family that had happened to be volunteering at the hospital at the time and Sadie quickly became attached to the twins of the family. The kids knew that Sadie was probably going to become a foster child but they couldn't let it happened. So after days of constant begging their parents decided to undergo the adoption process. She doesn't remember much before the incident, but loves her new family all the same.

Sadie was overjoyed with the fact that someone had chosen to take her in. She had two new older brothers, Oliver and Alex; two older sisters, Lindsey and Kiley; and a younger brother, Micky. Her new parents were Nathan and Taylor. Her new family was loving and caring and she didn't feel left out for one second. They always made sure she felt at home with them.

Mathlete, Dance Commitee, Yearbook, Softball, She wants to start a dance team.

Everyone at school knows Sadie as the girl who takes on more work than she should even be able to finish. This happens because if someone asks for her help she nearly always will try to help them. She is the nice girl who stresses herself out.

FC : Abigail Breslin
Favorite Teacher : Ms. Veridian Davidson
Electives : Home Ec and Yearbook

Samuel Jesus Alejandro

01/22, (16)

Male/Hetero

Latino Heat (wink wink), the strong, silent type, Dominican Yoda

King of the Odd Jobs, Professional Advice Giver

Sami generally doesn’t want to stand out in a crowd and is quite happy to blend in. He dresses casually in jeans and long sleeve t-shirts, always adorned either by a flannel shirt or his old battered leather jacket.

He isn’t the tallest guy in the world, standing at an average 5’9 but he is quite stocky in his build and has been known to be in pretty good shape (Mr Delaney keeps asking him to join in on the team sports). Thanks to a fair few back-alley scraps, Sami is known as a bit of a tough guy even though he’s actually as sweet as apple pie. These fights have left him with a couple of scars on his face but none too noticeable. People tend not to be surprised though when Sami comes to school with a black eye and a burst lip.

What You See:
Sam is quite the enigmatic soul and he is very well-aware of that fact. He likes his own company a lot of the time but he does wish to surround himself by friends. Sam is fiercely intelligent but does not apply himself to things he doesn’t care about…like math, fuck math brother. Sam is the type of guy who likes to just hang back and let the world turn, only really stepping in when someone needs a helping hand. He can’t help but involve himself in other people’s business however because he just wants everyone to get along. He is prone to solving problems with his fists, something his long suffering mother despises and despite his lovely demeanour, some of Westworth’s senior citizens don’t want their kids hanging around with “that Mexican kid” because he’s all trouble.

What I Know:
Sam tries not to hide himself from other people but he tends to struggle to open up to anyone, instead focusing his energies on helping others rather than helping himself. He feels he is tough enough to carry the weight of the world himself and not share the burden which gives him a world weariness almost beyond his years. Sam is the type of cat who will watch two people from afar and be wise enough to know that they are destined to love each other, even though he craves someone to love himself as he is a bit of a romantic at heart. Sam has a tendency to be blunt when dishing out his advice and it is not afraid to get confrontational when trying to help someone.

”I…well…hm…I’d really like to open up my own clinic one day…taking care of animals for a living would be nice”

How the Alejandro family made its way from the Dominican Republic to a small town in Colorado is anyone’s guess. It’s something they don’t talk about. All that is known is that Carla Alejandro turned up in Westworth with a baby about sixteen years ago and just never left. A few nice locals helped out Carla and her child by giving her work and shelter until she could afford her own place. Seeing his mother toil to keep a roof over their heads helped instil in Sami are drive to work as hard as he could to help. Whilst other kids were out playing games, Sam was working the paper-route or cutting grass and cleaning gutters; anything for that extra dollar to see them to the next day. This hadn’t stopped him however from making a few close friends.

None of his classmates ever looked at him any different than they should’ve, as far as they were concerned Sam was just like them and for the most part he was. However; he was the kid from the wrong side of the tracks and he was Latino, my how the stereotypes mounted for young Sami and it left a bitter taste in his mouth and chip on his shoulder. He did not let this deter him however and for the most part he grew up a pretty well rounded and well-adjusted young man that most people tended to like. The major issue for Sami was letting people in. There was and still is a seemingly impenetrable wall around the young man. Many have sat and just watched him drift in and out of his own world, wondering what thoughts were racing behind his eyes. You have a problem? Sami would be the first one to help you out. Sami has a problem? No he doesn’t, he’s fine, don’t worry about him. He can handle it. It is somewhat worrying and only adds to the mystery of Sami Alejandro.

Other than the fighting, Sami never really was one for trouble. He buckled down and earned great grades, showing off quite a high IQ in spite of his somewhat stunted upbringing. He even found time to tutor for a while (and still does occasionally). He adores animals, seeing them as kindred spirits.

Often, Sami has the tendency to disappear. One evening he will just pack a bag and head up a mountain and stay there for days just to clear his head. His mother has come to terms with this but it doesn’t stop her worrying. Sam is pretty much a mystery, wrapped in an enigma, adorned in a leather jacket with perfect hair. No one has truly yet got close enough to even start to figure him out, some people don’t even want to as in the end, all anyone really needs to know is that whoever you are, whatever you’ve done “Sami’s got your back”.

N/A

The younger generation of Westworth have known Sami since kindergarten and know him as the cool, calm Jedi master with the slick hair. Who keeps his regular office hours at the diner in his usual booth with a black coffee and a doughnut if you need anything. Everyone else, well their opinions don’t matter

English - Maths

- Drives a red mustang (that cost him like five years of summer job payments) and a lot of his blessed mothers dollar)
- Has a tendency to call everyone “brother” or “sister”
- Does not have any social media accounts
- FC: Christian Navarro

Sierra Isabelle Jameson

July 13 | Sixteen

Straight Female

Military Brat | Rebel | Punk

Pizza Maker at The King Pin

The first thing one notices about Sierra are her big blue eyes, inherited from her mother. She has wavy black hair with blue streaks that is constantly loose, pale skin, a straight nose and small lips. She keeps a face bare of makeup and only wears flavored lip balms or dark lipstick and (occasionally) black eyeliner. Her personal style is described as grungy: tank tops with band names or movie/comic/anime references, dark colors, combat boots/Vans/Converse sneakers, lots of flannel and plaid shirts or dresses, jean shorts and skinny jeans. She stands at 5'8", with a body that's neither too skinny or overweight: just a perfect balance between the two than can be said to be an 'athletic build'. She has four piercings on each ear, a nose ring, an eyebrow piercing on her left eyebrow and a few small scars on her knees from the few skateboarding accidents she's had.

What You See:
Sierra is often described as the quirky half of the Jameson sisters: a complete opposite from her older sister Chloe. Upon first impressions, she comes off as a rather cold, serious tomboy that is never amused. In reality, she's a ball of energy that's easily annoyed. Sierra's also the type of girl that's very sarcastic, sailor-mouthed, blunt (with absolutely no filter), skeptical bordering on rude at first. The rebellious part of her comes from the fact that her mother dotes on her older sister and constantly criticizes Sierra, which only makes their relationship more strained and causes Sierra to act up.

When being confronted by someone or something she doesn't particularly like, or when being told what to do or how to think, Sierra will immediately lash out at the culprit without giving a damn about anything. In fact, she lives every aspect of her life without a single care. She's never been interested in being part of the 'it crowd' (too much drama going on), and instead prefers to keep a low profile having fun alongside her friends. She is also one to get anything and everything she sets her mind to by doing whatever it takes.

What I Know:
Once you battle your way through her barriers and gain her trust, Sierra is really friendly, outgoing and crazy. She is loyal to the core, and will defend her loved ones like a fierce lioness. The side of Sierra no one has seen before lies in the romance aspect. As a lover, Sierra is sweet, passionate, intense and very affectionate. She perceives showing this soft side of her as a sign of weakness that can be used against her, so she keeps it to herself.

Follow her father’s footsteps and join the military, but specifically by becoming an Air Force Pilot

Born on July 13th to kindergarten teacher Sonya Jameson, Sgt. Charles Jameson of the US Army and older sister Chloe Desireé, Sierra was welcomed into the world with much enthusiasm: she'd been the missing piece to make the Jameson family complete. The Jameson girls were raised with much love and attention (and the occasional spoiling) in a big, comfortable middle-class home in the suburbs of Westworth: a quiet, closely-knit town. Though they showed very distinctive personalities since they were children, Chloe's and Sierra's differences became more evident as they grew into the tween and teen years, but weren't an obstacle in the girls growing up tight. This tight bond would only strengthen when tragedy struck the Jameson family in the form of Charles' loss in combat when Chloe was thirteen and Sierra was eight.

A year after their father had passed, Chloe and Sierra were introduced to their mother's new boyfriend: a high school English teacher by the name of Shawn Tomers, which she married a year later. While Chloe wasn't too impressed, Sierra was instantly smitten with the dark-skinned man: she'd been the daddy's girl of the sisters, and finding another father figure to look up to now that her hero had passed came as an absolute blessing to her. Since she'd been introduced to him, Sierra and Shawn had become inseparable, to the point in which he spoiled her as his own. This, combined with her mother's constant preference of Chloe over Sierra, caused the mother-daughter's relationship to be extremely strained. Shawn and Chloe often found themselves in the middle of the arguments between these hot-headed women, but there's not really much one can do when two people with such strong opinions clash.

Out of respect for Charles and the memories that they had built in the old home, the Jameson-Tomers family moved into a similar house closer to where Sonya and Shawn worked but none of this affected Chloe and Sierra. What did affect Sierra greatly was the loss of her father. She had always been easily angered, but after Charles' passing Sierra grew even more intolerant and often got into fights with people who bullied her. Soon enough, kids in the playground knew not to mess with her, and she was pretty much shunned out. Sierra didn't really care about this, and found solace in the world of video games instead. It was back in middle school when she finally made a few friends (gamers, skaters and rockers like herself), and when she decided to do other things besides play games or watch anime. Soon enough, Sierra was a regular at the paintball fields and the skate parks, and was absolutely adored by her friends and said communities. Finally, she found her place, people who understood her and liked her for who she was.

The day that Chloe had to leave for college was one of the few days in which Sierra had been a mess. Her older sister was everything to her, and knowing that they'd have to be away from each other for so long really upset them. On the good side, Sierra thought that this would mean a cease in her mother's criticism, but she turned out to be wrong. Now that Sierra was the only one left in the family home, it made it easier for Sonya to find further faults in her younger daughter. While Chloe was at college doing great things, back home Sierra and Sonya got into near-daily arguments that always ended with them storming their separate ways, doors slamming in the process and a helpless Shawn being stuck in the middle.

None at the moment.

The resident punk with the resting bitch face who hates everyone and just the world in general. Someone you don’t really want to mess with.

✓ History
✓ French
✘ Chemistry
✘ Math

Delilah Christine Duclerc

May 20 | Sixteen

Straight Female

Drama Queen | Mayor’s Daughter | Snob | Preppy | Overachiever | Girly-Girl

Though unemployed, Delilah does volunteer work at a children’s shelter whenever she has some free time from all her responsibilities.

The most striking feature in Delilah’s diamond-shaped face are the big, almond-shaped green eyes under perfectly plucked and arched eyebrows: eyes that are always bright and with an intense stare. A small and cute button nose marks the center of her face, and under them a pair of rosy pink lips that are not full yet not thin either. Behind her lips hides a bright, pearly-white smile with perfect teeth that’s capable of warming up even the coldest of hearts. She sports a mane of long, shiny hair that has been dark brown, chocolate brown (her natural color), and is now currently dyed brown and light blonde with the ombre trend, which is styled depending on her mood, type of outfit and the weather. Makeup wise, she never leaves her home without some lipstick, mascara, eyeliner and a touch of blush, but depending the occasion she can up her game and go from natural, to sultry, to upright glamazon. She keeps her skin clear with a strict beauty routine, and the soft tan in her usually light skin is due to the amount of time she spends outdoors by the pool, in the hot tub or during her travels around the world.

Delilah’s body type falls in the category of lithe and petite, and though she’s not curvy like other women she compensates by having a pair of small, perky breasts and a round, perky ass. Standing at 5’3”, Lila isn’t the tallest girl of the bunch, and she compensates this by wearing all sorts of cute, high-heeled shoes. Of course, she doesn’t limit herself to just heels and can wear other types of shoes, but she has a preference for open footwear (peep-toes, sandals, wedges, etc.). Preppy and girly are the perfect ways to describe her personal style, with a closet that consists of skirts, dresses, shorts and the typical basics like jeans, sweaters and blouses. She wears all types of accessories, and owns a vast array of them. She is also obsessed with handbags, which she collects and never leaves home without. Only on rare occasions will you see Delilah wearing T-shirts and sweatpants (she only wears them when she’s at home, sick or in gym class). She sports no tattoos and your average earlobe piercings.

What You See:
At first glance, the best way to describe Delilah Duclerc would be captivating. Full of class, confidence and poise, Delilah has the ability to get a room’s attention on her even when her height isn’t her strong point. Upon conversation, she is very charming, witty, sassy, capable to engage in conversations of any kind and with exceptional manners, learned all the way back when she was a child. However, when the name Delilah Duclerc comes into a conversation with peers who went to school with her or met her outside any formal event, you can immediately see them start to roll her eyes.

A spoiled, self-centered drama queen will be the first words to come out of their mouth when referring to her. Lila has a bad habit of thinking that she is above everyone else, and that the world revolves around her snobbish self. She is always concerned about keeping up appearances and making sure that she’s giving off what she deems the “right” impression: the unattainable mayor’s daughter. Selfish to the core, Delilah will stop at nothing to get what she wants, to the point where she can be inconsiderate to others and will make scenes if she doesn’t get her way. She is also very quick to judge people over their physical appearance (way they dress, how they have their hair, etc., but no body-shaming), and once she deems you unworthy she won’t be as interested in you. To add to everything else, she is a true drama queen: the type to declare the world is ending over the most mundane of things like breaking a nail, misplacing an item and thinking it lost, etc. The one thing that acts against her is that, often, these negative traits are the ones that are the ones most visible to the public eye. What most don’t know is that this persona is nothing but a front.

What I Know:
On the other hand, those who get the privilege of getting to know Delilah on a personal level are surprised to discover that she isn’t all princess complex and overreactions. Lila is actually a very sweet and affectionate girl, one who will do anything to make her loved ones feel loved and acknowledged: the type to bring you some soup if you’re sick, buy you chocolates when you’ve had a bad day or send you flowers as congratulations for an achievement. She is fiercely loyal, easy-going, fun, upbeat, generous (she’s the one in charge of organizing the “Closet Purge” event in her community every winter, which consists of her neighbors donating all of their “old”, barely worn or unused clothing and shoe-wear so she can send them to impoverished sectors or countries) and persistent (which can be a good or bad thing depending the circumstances). Her selfishness is pushed aside when you become close to her, for she will often put her needs to the side to aid those she cares for when they’re in need. Lila is also very driven, and the kind of girl who will never back out of chasing her dreams and making them a reality.

Delilah wants to attend an Ivy League college to study something related to Languages or International Relations, traveling the world along the way.

Born to Christopher and Marietta Duclerc on the beautiful spring day that was May 20th, Delilah Christine is the only daughter of the couple. The Duclercs had married in their late 20’s after finishing their respective doctoral degrees, and decided it was time for a child on their early thirties. Unfortunately for Marietta, she encountered fertility problems due to her age, but just as they began considering the possibility of in vitro fertilization she fell pregnant. They were thrilled to say the least, and Christopher even more so when he found out he would be having a daughter. As their little miracle being born to a successful couple who were stable financially and emotionally, Delilah was spoiled in more than one way. She grew up raised by a nanny until she was old enough to attend school in a big and beautiful four bedroom, three and a half bathroom townhouse complete with an infinity pool and hot tub, which was located in the most affluent area of Westworth. Once in school, young Lila was a social butterfly excelled in her classes, and quickly showed an aptitude for languages and public speaking, which her parents encouraged. Besides this, her they enrolled her in ballet and piano lessons to have her occupied, which lasted up until she entered middle school.

Ever since she was a girl, Delilah Duclerc’s father aspired to be the mayor of their hometown. He always thought that his preparation in Law and Economy, along with his wife’s preparation in similar fields, would be the key to assure that Westworth continued to be the prestigious town it had always been. For years, Delilah had watched as her father began to plant the seeds in resident’s heads, making his plans, building political connections… Up until he finally ran for mayor in 2012 and won, when Delilah was in seventh grade. Since then, Delilah’s popularity increased, and everybody knew her as ‘The Mayor’s Daughter’. She would now constantly be under everyone’s scrutiny, so she continued to be on her best behavior. Her father is currently running to be re-elected this year.

Westworth High’s drama queen, who can get on your nerves sometimes but in the end she really is a total sweetheart. You either love her or hate her.

Though she keeps top marks in all classes, Delilah absolutely excels in any class that has to do with languages (French is her favorite) and public speaking. On the other hand, her worst subject by far and without a doubt is gym class. Lila despises sweating and sports, so gym is like torture to her. Another class she’s not very strong in is History, because she doesn’t like how boring it is.

Alana Grace Williams

February 3^rd (16)

Female, open to anything

Does owning your own YouTube channel count? It's still monetised and somehow running with a following of 200 subscribers, so I suppose it does.
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Alana is of average height, (proudly) standing at 5'5" and being the tallest female in her family. Lana has shoulder length dark brown hair that is naturally curly. She has dark brown eyes that are easily readable, and if what she's feeling is not obvious through her eyes: look at her smile. She's never seen without it. She has a dorky looking smile, and has a strange habit of biting on her fingers or touching her lips when she is deep in thought.

Unlike what her middle name suggests, Lana has no grace. Where some girls are naturally charming and can walk on thirty-inch heels ("I blame you, Lady Gaga..."), Lana can barely stand straight with sneakers without tripping over an ant. Lana's dressing style is simple and cheap. She prefers the comfort of an old worn sweater over the impracticality of a short skirt in the middle of peak winter.

What You See:
Have you ever imagined what it would be like if the Energizer bunny had about thirty shots of energy drinks and a cup load of sugar on top of it? Alana Williams has about the same level of energy in the form of excitement as that monstrocity. At first, Alana Williams seems to be just another energetic child on a sugar rush with high hopes. Alana doesn't go out of her way to command the attention of a room, but Alana is by no means a shy person. She is very talkative, and will enjoy having just a simple conversation with anybody that is willing to listen or talk in return. Her energised talkative nature might not work with others, but Lana has yet to learn that not everyone will like her, and as such will keep pushing for a conversation if she feels like it's going somewhere.

Lana doesn't get bored very easily, but she is guilty of working in a rush. It means she can be disorganised, and a tad bit spacey because she's thinking of all the work piling back up again for her to complete.

What I Know:
There is nothing that doesn't excite Lana. Lana always finds a way to see a boring old object in a whole new light. Her imagination holds no limits, and as such, she sees the world in an entirely new perspective. She is highly passionate about her love for exploration and writing, so it's no surprise that Alana has decided to merge her two loves into an ideal dream career. She's highly dedicated to becoming a travelling journalist, and even though she knows the money will not be enough to sustain her, she has prepared for that by saving up what ever money she could get from her youtube videos and pocket money.

Alana would love to become a travelling journalist and vlog about her journey around the world. She doesn't expect to be a huge sensation, but who doesn't dream about being paid to travel the world and experience new cultures?

💀 Ghosts man, ghosts are spooky.
💀 So are spiders actually...
💀 ...and rats...

👍 Experiencing new things
👍 Talking
👍 a lot of talking...
👍 ...and writing.
👍 Ice tea no matter the season. The colder, the better.

👎 Being told she bites her finger too much. It's her hand. Stop it.
👎 Being pressured
👎 Smell of strong fragrances or perfumes
👎 Technology. WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE SO COMPLICATED!?
👎 Seafood. It's just so... fishy.

The Williams family a large family. Very lively, sure, but crowded too. James and Hanna Williams were high school sweethearts and got married straight after leaving high school, having eloped together from their small home town in Idaho despite their parents' disapproval. The young couple believed that if they could prove they were a perfect fit by surviving together on their own, their parents would accept them. And so, James and Hanna settled down in Westworth, Colorado. It wasn't long before Hanna got pregnant with her first child at the tender age of nineteen. Hanna gave birth to the eldest of the Williams clan: Henry Williams. Trying to make ends meet, the young father took up as many jobs as he could while his wife sturggled to take care of their first born on their own. It took a while, but gradually the two learnt to deal with their children and things started to settle down once more.

At least until Hanna found out she was pregnant with her second child.

This time money wasn't as much of an issue. The parents had developed a habit of saving money, so they were still able to take care of their daughter, Christina Williams. Alana was their third child, their second daughter. By the time Alana was born, James and Hanna were too busy taking care of their three children to check back up on their parents back in Idaho, so the Williams family became just them: James, Hanna, Henry, Christina and Alana.

The birth of twins Valerie and Nolan weren't as much of a surprise to the Williams family. The twins were born three years after Alana, and proved to be quite a handful to Hanna. Hanna, who loved doting on her children, was finally satisfied with taking care of her five children and had even started up her own website tutoring Maths and Science, two of Hanna's strongest subjects. The extra money helped the parents with the bills and left just enough for the young family to enjoy an occasional meal out in the diner.

Despite growing up in the midst of all that chaos that comes with a large, closely knit family, Alana felt well loved. Yes, she competed for her parents' attention with her four other siblings, but it was all good in the end. Where her older siblings struggled in school, Alana did fairly well - not the best, but neither did she do poorly. She was in the middle; just like in her family.

Girls' basketball team mainly, but trying to gather the people to join her own little writers' club. First on her list? Rachel.

Alana is mainly known because of her many siblings. People know of her family, maybe because they're colleagues or were classmates with one of the Williams children. But Alana herself is known as the crack energizer bunny that also likes to talk about new places in her youtube vlogs.

English & Creative Writing were obviously Lana's best subjects. She sucks at History though.

MR VANDERFIELD IS THE BEST TEACHER AND YOU CAN FIGHT LANA IF YOU THINK OTHERWISE.
FC: Maia Mitchell [#df9b79]

Aidan, Lanier, Pierce

July 11, 17

Male, Heterosexual

N/A

Works at the local gas station as a part-time mechanic.

With a height of 5’9” and weighing 180 lbs, Aiden has an average build, however, on closer inspection, his muscles are lean and toned. His muscle structure can be attributed to both his work on the football field and in the gas station garage. Due to his work, Aidan has also garnered early signs of callouses on his hands and rough forearms. Aidan’s welcoming smile, and gentle brown eyes, however, contrast with his intimidating figure. Aidan likes to have a nice, clean appearance, so he keeps his face clean-shaven, and his hair in good condition. His attire normally comprises of tucked-in, plaid button-ups with rolled up sleeves, neat blue jean pants with a belt, and a comfortable pair of boots. While working, however, he’ll normally wear scuffed pants and boots and a simple t-shirt.

What You See:If Aidan’s personality had to be summed up in one phrase, it’d be: A Southern Gentleman in Colorado. He’s not all that outgoing, preferring someone else to start the conversation. However, once a conversation is started, Aidan is polite and well-mannered. Not one for cursing all that much, he tends to also avoid confrontation whenever possible. Though it would be unwise to take that as weakness; he may not start a fight, but he will finish one. Aidan is especially more polite towards the opposite sex, for instance, holding doors open, or saying the occasional “mam.” Generally speaking, Aidan tries to have a friendly and respectful attitude towards anyone he talks to, having said that, if anyone insults himself, his values, his friends, or family, Aiden will immediately stand up to defend them.

Another major aspect to Aidan’s personality is his preference towards sensibility and simplicity. Thanks, in part, to his father, Aidan is a firm believer in the law of Common Sense. If it makes sense, great; if not, why bother? If there is no rhyme or reason to why something is being done the way it is, then why not change it for the better. Aidan is never satisfied with the “because that’s how it’s always been done” answer. If you can make something simpler and more efficient, go for it. Nothing irks Aidan more than having to deal with nonsense or BS just because it’s there and no one wants to change it.

What I Know:
Behind all the hard-working, simple life, blue-collar-esque exterior that Aidan portrays, is actually a very intellectual man. He loves to have debates and discussions on serious and mature topics, like religion, and politics; at least as long as both parties agree to keep level heads anyway. Aidan is constantly searching for more knowledge and even has a myriad of books in his room covering a wide range of topics; history, philosophy, even automotive. He’s by no means an expert in any field and will back the statement up, but Aidan loves learning about just about anything he finds interesting. He would love to share his budding knowledge with his friends, but he just can’t seem to get around the strange idea that everyone already sees him as a simple jock. Not only that, Aidan doesn’t want to come off as a know-it-all.

Earn a degree in American History, travel all across the US and probably retire back home.

Born to a tough but fair father and a kind and loving mother, Aidan had a good upbringing in the town of Westworth. His dad, Richard Pierce, was born in Westworth as well, and worked the lumbermill out of highschool and up to when they closed it down. At that point he had to go find work in the city. His mother,Lee Ann, however, is a native of Atlanta, Georgia. She brought her Southern charm to Denver while she was in college where the two met. A few beers later, their relationship started. Lee Ann agreed to move to Westworth, both to be with Richard and to get away from the city life. Soon enough, Aidan was on the way.

Aidan practically grew up outside. Even in this age of technology, when you live in a small town like Westworth, the best place to have fun is outdoors. His father introduced him to many things at a young age, cars and football being two big ones. Aidan learned how to work on cars during the summer months, and just about every weekend during fall, Aidan and his dad were throwing the ole pigskin. The rest of his time was spent either in school, or hanging with friends. His mother wasn’t on the sidelines the whole time. His mom passed on most of the mannerisms Aidan practices, along with her sense of fashion, which Aidan readily took to.

Lee Ann is also the reason Aidan came to have a passion in history. Lee Ann was a history major and now curates a museum in Denver. Her passion for history rubbed off on Aidan. Combine that with his likeness for cars, and a small dose from his father, and Aidan fostered a passion for American history, particularly post-industrial revolution. Now, Aidan is trying to use his natural talent as a football player to earn a degree, and follow in his mother’s footsteps and obtain a degree in history; all the while trying to enjoy his high school years.

Football Team

(Not sure just yet. We’ll see how it goes)

Best: History, Science. Worst: Math, English

Is happily dating Sierra. Has an old hand-me-down pick up that he’s trying to fix up.