“For the love of God: YES, I’m Marshall’s sister. Get over it.”
| |Nickname:| |
- None
| |Age:| |
17 | January 31st
| |Gender:| |
Female
| |Sexuality:| |
Bisexual
| |Relationship Status:| |
Single
| |Occupation:| |
Sells the occasional dark-themed painting | High School Student
| |Classification:| |
Senior
| |Role:| |
Artist
| |W H O A M I ?| |
Habits | Quirks | Oddities
- Can always be seen with an Anne Rice book in her hand.
- Only drinks rich red wine.
- Is obsessed with the movie Queen Of The Damned (will watch it at least once a month).
- Cannot live without at least three cups of coffee a day.
- Adores to be play fortune teller to everyone who asks.
- Has a super secret crush on a person on top of the social ladder (though she would rather slit her wrists than have anyone find out)
- Has a secret craving to love and be loved.
- Can also be found deep into writing fan fiction or making drafts for a painting, headphones on and red pen scribbling furiously on a black notebook.
- Adores the color black.
| |My Dreams| |
“In all honesty, I want to take some time off after I’m done with college and travel the world. Seeing the world and learning about new cultures is basically my life dream.”
| |Likes:| |
- Evanescence (their old albums)
- Australians and their delicious accent
- Anne Rice novels
- Queen of The Damned
- Dark / Horror TV series (Classics like Black Mirror, The Tudors, Penny Dreadful, Hemlock Grove, True Blood, and the like)
- True Crime novels and TV series
- Painting
- Horoscopes
- Tarot Cards
- Fortune Telling
- Going through high school life unnoticed
- Coffee Dates
| |Dislikes:| |
- The Twilight Saga (“It’s an insult to the vampire fandom.”)
- Fifty Shades of Grey Saga (“Just to PornHub if you want good BDSM. Please don’t resort to this crap.”)
- Cheaters
- Exercise
- Pastel Colors
- The populars and the way people seem to worship them
- The mere idea of school cliques
- Being the center of attention
| |Fears:| |
- Harm coming to any of her family members.
- Permanent Injury
- Opening up to someone one only to relive what happened to her mom.
| |Personality Traits:| |
- Cool
- Collected
- Mysterious
- Poised
- Analytical
- Distant
- Observant
- Fails to let people in
- Cynical
- Smart
- Her mind is always thinking, yet you never know just what is crossing through her mind.
- Fiercely protective of her siblings, especially the boys.
- Woman of few words
| |D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T| [|
History:
Sooooo… The name’s Martha Colette Radley, middle daughter of Frederick Radley and Margot Sutton. I was born on January 31st in Manhattan, New York, right in the middle of a rather intense blizzard. It probably explains why my family always say I’m so cold, but that’s not the point here… When they were together, my parents got along well. They were never the most expressive of people when they came to each other, and they were both kind of workaholics. But hey, at least they were always good and affectionate to us. Even though it was kind of expected when you think about it from an older perspective, I never would have guessed that things would end the way they did.
I was six years old when my mother came home one day to find all of my dad’s things gone and a single envelope on their bed. In it were divorce papers with child support arrangements, and a letter explaining the actions taken. Apparently, my father had been having an affair with a woman named Olivia for nearly two years, and she was currently expecting their first son. I swear I have never seen my mother fall apart so harshly as she did that day. Thankfully, she’s a strong woman, and by the end of the week she was back on top of things. The divorce procedures were finalized in a year, and we were on the plane to California the day after it came through.
Beverly Hills became my new home. I wasn’t too happy with the idea of leaving everything behind and starting over, but it’s not like little seven year-old me had a choice. My parents attributed this to me being a child who didn’t understand, but eleven years later I still feel the same way. In all honesty: I HATE it here. I’m the only one of my siblings who despises Beverly Hills and all it has to offer. It’s too sunny, the people are too fake, and you can’t seem to make a move without people judging you about it. I think it sucks.
Okay, so my dad’s a Wall Street banker, and my mom’s a luxury real estate agent. It’s pretty obvious that my family’s not poor by any means, but I refuse to sit here and brag about money or superficial things like that. As it stands, I currently have one older sister and three younger brothers, the last two being the children my father had with Olivia. I know for a fact that MarMar hates Liv, but I just feel sad for the woman. She didn’t know our father was married. That’s on Dad. I personally feel like she was a victim in all this, just like my mother and my siblings were. The only good side is that even though dad was a crap husband, he’s an amazing father. He’s always managed to make time for all of us, constantly present in our lives. Every summer, he gathers up all his kids and whisks us off to some exotic location. Last summer it was Bali, where I got to meet some pretty delicious Australians… I wish there were more of them in the Hills.
I am currently a senior at the local high school: Beverly Hills High. The feeling I have for the Hills also translates to this school. The cliques, the fakeness, the drama, the gossip... I don't know how MarMar does it. I feel trapped in the campus,
every bit of me desperately wanting to stretch my wings and get out. God only knows how I'm counting the days until graduation. I’ve already got early acceptance at Columbia, so I can’t wait to leave all this shit behind and be back HOME where I belong.
I was six years old when my mother came home one day to find all of my dad’s things gone and a single envelope on their bed. In it were divorce papers with child support arrangements, and a letter explaining the actions taken. Apparently, my father had been having an affair with a woman named Olivia for nearly two years, and she was currently expecting their first son. I swear I have never seen my mother fall apart so harshly as she did that day. Thankfully, she’s a strong woman, and by the end of the week she was back on top of things. The divorce procedures were finalized in a year, and we were on the plane to California the day after it came through.
Beverly Hills became my new home. I wasn’t too happy with the idea of leaving everything behind and starting over, but it’s not like little seven year-old me had a choice. My parents attributed this to me being a child who didn’t understand, but eleven years later I still feel the same way. In all honesty: I HATE it here. I’m the only one of my siblings who despises Beverly Hills and all it has to offer. It’s too sunny, the people are too fake, and you can’t seem to make a move without people judging you about it. I think it sucks.
Okay, so my dad’s a Wall Street banker, and my mom’s a luxury real estate agent. It’s pretty obvious that my family’s not poor by any means, but I refuse to sit here and brag about money or superficial things like that. As it stands, I currently have one older sister and three younger brothers, the last two being the children my father had with Olivia. I know for a fact that MarMar hates Liv, but I just feel sad for the woman. She didn’t know our father was married. That’s on Dad. I personally feel like she was a victim in all this, just like my mother and my siblings were. The only good side is that even though dad was a crap husband, he’s an amazing father. He’s always managed to make time for all of us, constantly present in our lives. Every summer, he gathers up all his kids and whisks us off to some exotic location. Last summer it was Bali, where I got to meet some pretty delicious Australians… I wish there were more of them in the Hills.
I am currently a senior at the local high school: Beverly Hills High. The feeling I have for the Hills also translates to this school. The cliques, the fakeness, the drama, the gossip... I don't know how MarMar does it. I feel trapped in the campus,
every bit of me desperately wanting to stretch my wings and get out. God only knows how I'm counting the days until graduation. I’ve already got early acceptance at Columbia, so I can’t wait to leave all this shit behind and be back HOME where I belong.
A C A D E M I C S
Extracurricular Activities:
- Art Club
- The horoscope part of the school paper
| |Best Subjects, Worst Subjects::| |
Best Subjects:
Worst Subjects:
- Art
- Creative Writing
- All the Maths
- Anything that requires analyzing
Worst Subjects:
- History
- Theater
- Gym
| |Family:| |
“Word to the wise: my mother and brothers are off limits. Hurt them and you disappear. And trust me, I can do it. Years of watching Investigation Discovery has trained me.”
- Frederick Radley- Father- “Great dad. Shit husband.”
- Margot Sutton- Mother- “The boss.”
- Marjorie Radley- Older Sister- “The lucky one.”
- Marshall Radley- Younger Brother- “The diva.”
- Jameson Chandler ‘J.C.’ Radley- Younger Half-Brother- “The messiah.”
- Jasper Radley- Youngest Half-Brother- “The baby.”
FC: Chloe Bridges | Color: darkmagenta
“Why be the queen of the school when you can be the queen of the ring?”
| |Nickname:| |
- Sol
- Leila
- SJ
- Shady
- Jameson
| |Age:| |
16 | May 26
| |Gender:| |
Female
| |Sexuality:| |
Beautifully Bisexual
| |Relationship Status:| |
Single, to always be available to flirt and mingle
| |Occupation:| |
Unemployed | High School Student
| |Classification:| |
Junior
| |Role:| |
Jock; Marking history as the first female Elite member
| |W H O A M I ?| |
Habits | Quirks | Oddities
- Can rap to every single Emimem song… Except for Rap God (which infuriates her to no end)
- Trains and works out to Eminem songs
- Has a sailor’s tongue (no doubt inherited from both parents)
- Is a major gym rat, as in spending 3+ hours a day there.
- Will unconsciously crack her knuckles (sometimes on purpose when people annoy her to)
| |My Dreams| |
“Honestly? All I fucking want in life is to sing Emimem’s ‘Rap God’ without making a single mistake. Is that too much to ask?”
| |Likes:| |
- Hip-Hop, Rap & Reggae
- Emimem (Soleil’s pretty much obsessed with him, knows his every song and has attended every LA concert of his)
- Boxing and Kickboxing (it relieves her stress and prevents her from turning into the impulsive bitch her mother used to be back in the day)
- The gym (and working out in general)
- Cardio
- Pizza
- Sushi
- Her family
- Her black cat: Absynthe
- Beer pong
- Air hockey
- Black humor
| |Dislikes:| |
- Trap ("It's a disgusting and disrespectful shift away from the boss genre that is hip hop.")
- When her aunt Chloe gets too chirpy
- Her father’s addiction
- Hangovers
- Puns
- People who take things too seriously
- Cigarettes
- Drama
| |Fears:| |
- Getting played
- Losing any of her family members (especially her dad)
- Permanent Injury
| |D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T| |
History:
“The tale of how I came to be is not as tragic as my brother’s, but it’s got its fair share of sob story moments. My mom and my dad knew each other since they were fourteen. They met as freshman in the halls of this very school, and they hit it off instantly. Of course, being the over-sexed teens that they were, their interactions consisted of a few hookups a month instead of anything along the lines of a proper relationship. It was during one of these hookups that I was conceived. Mom and dad got a little too drunk for their own good during a Fourth of July party thrown by my grandparents, thus ended up in one of their legendary hookups. However, in the heat of the moment, darling Father forgot to wear a condom, thus resulting in my Mom finding out she was pregnant two months later.
Mom tells me that Dad didn’t really step up at first. It took him a few months to process the information, and it was only after Uncle Alexandros had a no-bullshit talk with him that Dad realized he needed to be there. And so he was. And he’s never stopped being there for me. I was born on May 26, 2016, and my father was the first person to hold me. My parents really tried to make things work. They moved in together when mom as seven months pregnant, and for the first three years of my life tried to raise me together, as a unified family. Unfortunately, my dad’s drinking started to be a problem again. He’d attempted a rehab stint back when he was seventeen, but it had been unsuccessful. By the time I was two, they were getting into daily arguments that ended with my father sleeping on the couch with a bottle beside him while my mother lied in the bed, crying silently and only wishing he would sober up for my sake.
After much persuasion, my father tried rehab a second time. During his time there, him and mom had a serious talk and decided that their relationship was too toxic, that it would be best for all of us if they went their separate ways. I was three when they separated,
A year and a half after mom and dad separated, my mother gave herself a chance with my second father. His name is Jason Singh, and he had been my mom’s best friend in high school. They’d lost contact after graduation when he went away for college and she had me, but had recently reconnected while he visited town. Now that they were older and wiser, Jay confessed to my mother that he’d always loved her, and that he would love an opportunity to make the both of us happy. After much consideration, she accepted. Thirteen years and two more kids later, they are still together and going strong.
During Daddy’s third rehab attempt, I found out I had an older brother. His mother had recently passed away from lung cancer, and it was nearly on her deathbed that the woman confessed to my father that she’d birthed his son nine years prior. Dante didn’t really like me at first. He was jealous of the relationship I had with our father, and was upset that he’d been an active part of my life and not his. Of course, once he grew up and realized that Daddy couldn’t really be present in the life of a son he didn’t even know existed, his attitude towards me changed. We’re not close by any means, but we keep a civil relationship that borders on friendly sometimes. That’s good enough for me.
Right now, I live with my mom, my stepfather, my younger brother and sister, and stay with dad on the weekends. We live in a big and comfortable house, paid for by my step dad's work (yeah, my mom married Doctor Jameson Singh, Ph.D in Child Psychology) and my mother’s position as Master Sergeant in the United States Air Force. I drive the Rover Sport that Daddy got me for my Sweet Sixteen a few months ago. I get along with my family members. My big brother doesn’t hate me. And I get to work out to my heart’s desire.
Well, what can I say? I can’t complain. My life is good.
Mom tells me that Dad didn’t really step up at first. It took him a few months to process the information, and it was only after Uncle Alexandros had a no-bullshit talk with him that Dad realized he needed to be there. And so he was. And he’s never stopped being there for me. I was born on May 26, 2016, and my father was the first person to hold me. My parents really tried to make things work. They moved in together when mom as seven months pregnant, and for the first three years of my life tried to raise me together, as a unified family. Unfortunately, my dad’s drinking started to be a problem again. He’d attempted a rehab stint back when he was seventeen, but it had been unsuccessful. By the time I was two, they were getting into daily arguments that ended with my father sleeping on the couch with a bottle beside him while my mother lied in the bed, crying silently and only wishing he would sober up for my sake.
After much persuasion, my father tried rehab a second time. During his time there, him and mom had a serious talk and decided that their relationship was too toxic, that it would be best for all of us if they went their separate ways. I was three when they separated,
A year and a half after mom and dad separated, my mother gave herself a chance with my second father. His name is Jason Singh, and he had been my mom’s best friend in high school. They’d lost contact after graduation when he went away for college and she had me, but had recently reconnected while he visited town. Now that they were older and wiser, Jay confessed to my mother that he’d always loved her, and that he would love an opportunity to make the both of us happy. After much consideration, she accepted. Thirteen years and two more kids later, they are still together and going strong.
During Daddy’s third rehab attempt, I found out I had an older brother. His mother had recently passed away from lung cancer, and it was nearly on her deathbed that the woman confessed to my father that she’d birthed his son nine years prior. Dante didn’t really like me at first. He was jealous of the relationship I had with our father, and was upset that he’d been an active part of my life and not his. Of course, once he grew up and realized that Daddy couldn’t really be present in the life of a son he didn’t even know existed, his attitude towards me changed. We’re not close by any means, but we keep a civil relationship that borders on friendly sometimes. That’s good enough for me.
Right now, I live with my mom, my stepfather, my younger brother and sister, and stay with dad on the weekends. We live in a big and comfortable house, paid for by my step dad's work (yeah, my mom married Doctor Jameson Singh, Ph.D in Child Psychology) and my mother’s position as Master Sergeant in the United States Air Force. I drive the Rover Sport that Daddy got me for my Sweet Sixteen a few months ago. I get along with my family members. My big brother doesn’t hate me. And I get to work out to my heart’s desire.
Well, what can I say? I can’t complain. My life is good.
A C A D E M I C S
Extracurricular Activities:
She’s not part of any extracurricular activities at school, but outside of it she’s an active member of Troy Lyon’s gym, in which she works out and practices her boxing skills with the boss himself.
| |Best Subjects, Worst Subjects::| |
Best Subjects: Gym, World History, Psychology
Worst Subjects: Trigonometry, Physics
Worst Subjects: Trigonometry, Physics
| |Extra Notes:| |
Family Tree:
- Sergeant Sierra Jameson-Singh - Mother
- Elijah Mossos- Father
- Dante Mossos- Half-brother
- Dr. Jason Singh- Stepfather
- Charles Joseph Singh- Half-brother
- Reynah Eliana Singh- Half-sister
- The rest of the Mossos family (see Dante’s sheet for details)
FC: Lauren Jauregui | Color: firebrick
| |Nickname:| |
- D
- Mossos
- Daddy- "Because my girlfriend is a freak sometimes and calls me that even though she she knows very well it really weirds me out."
| |Age:| |
18 | August 20
| |Gender:| |
Male
| |Sexuality:| |
Heterosexual
| |Relationship Status:| |
"It’s complicated…. Fucking Drea’s gonna drive me insane."
| |Occupation:| |
"My family’s loaded, why the fuck would I work now?" | High School Student
| |Classification:| |
Senior
| |Role:| |
None
| |W H O A M I ?| |
Habits | Quirks | Oddities
Habits | Quirks | Oddities
- He’s part of an illegal street racing team.
- Enjoys hanging around with his cousin Xander or good friend Martha Radley.
- Unconsciously runs his hand through his hair.
- Rubs his temple when frustrated or annoyed.
- Wipes his mouth with his thumb after making out with or going down on someone.
- He's left-handed.
- Frequently uses winks when flirting.
- Is a low-key chain smoker.
| |My Dreams| |
"I actually want to go to college, into a business major. My dream is to run Mossos Industries with Uncle Alexandros instead of being some alcoholic junkie like my father.Who knows? Maybe I’ll be CEO of the company one day."
| |Likes:| |
- Smoking cigarettes (just like Mom and Dad)
- Redheads
- Expensive perfume
- Alcohol (but not as much like his father)
- Money, wealth and luxuries
- His sports car
- Winning a race
- Neatly-laundered shirts
- His aunt, uncle and cousins
- Soft skin
- Attractive, mysterious and cunning women
- The smell of newly-printed dollar bills
- The Rolex watch he got for his eighteenth birthday.
| |Dislikes:| |
- Body hair (on himself)
- Unkempt people
- People with body odor
- Pocket change
- His father’s bad habits
- Bad breath
- People who mess up his hair
- Losing a race
- The tight bond his father and his half-sister share
| |Fears:| |
- Losing his wealth
- Needles
- Being disfigured or permanently injured physically
- Losing any of his family members
- Cancer
| |D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T| |
History:
History:
“Okay, so where do I begin? Because let me warn you right now, my life story is kinda fucked… Fuck it, let's go. I guess I'll just start from the beginning…
Okay, so once upon a time, my grandparents forced my dad, aunt and uncles to attend a Thanksgiving dinner hosted by the one and only Huntsberg family. At the time, Aunt Audrey and Uncle Alex were in one of their rough patches (because what else is new, right?), so the evening was poised to be a disastrous one. Well, it turns out that not everything was bound to suck that day. Not only did my aunt and uncle decide to make their relationship official on said day (after conceiving my twin cousins in my aunt’s bedroom, I might add), but my father met the woman who would become my mother at that party in the form of Aunt Audrey’s oldest cousin: Heather Christine Duclerc.
Between cigarettes, blow and family issues, my parents bonded in the Huntsberg Villa’s gardens. They had a lot of fun together that day, like getting through the dinner high as clouds. They were so hammered that they ended up hooking up right in the middle of the fucking gardens, man. How crazy is that shit?! Anyway, they ended up exchanging numbers, kept talking and even hooked up a few more times after that. Unfortunately, my father had left out a very important detail out of their conversations: his age. My mother was 23 years old, with a bachelor’s degree under her belt and a semester away from her masters’. On the other hand, my father was merely seventeen, not even out of high school yet.
When she found out, Mother obviously freaked out. She had a position in one of the most prestigious banking companies in the country, and something like this coming out could not only ruin her career, but put her behind bars. To make matters worse, she found out she was pregnant with yours truly, which only added to her dilemma. So she decided to take the hardest decision of her life: drop out of college, sell her apartment, request a relocation, pack up her stuff and move to New York. She changed her number, dropped off the face of the Earth and never told my father about me.I was born a few months later in New York City on August 20th.
My mother was… The most beautiful woman in this world. She had the brightest smile, and the most stunning eyes anyone has ever seen. She cared for me with such love and patience, always making time for me even on her busiest days... And she did everything by herself, too. My mom was a fucking badass. We were so happy together… Until the fucking lung cancer got her when I was nine.
I mean, yeah, she was a smoker, and she’d done some pot and coke back in the day. But so what? People out there have done worse things and are still alive. Why her, man? Why’d that fucking disease have to take her, of all people?! All she ever did was try to give me the best life she could. Like, fuck, man… I fucking miss her all the time.
Anyway, a few months before my mom died, she finally told me who my father was: Elijah Damian Mossos. She’d made deathbed arrangements to set me off with my father and his family, so when she passed, I was sent off to California. It was then when I met all of my dad’s family. It was cool to know I had cousins my age, even a half-sister. But God forbid I be happy for a long period of time, because it seems that "Taking A Shit On Dante" is God’s favorite fucking passtime... As if my position wasn’t shitty enough, I quickly found out that my darling father was actually an alcoholic with a long history of coke abuse and two failed rehab stints. Just two months after I arrived at my grandparents’ place, Father went into rehab for the third time.
Aunt Audrey was absolutely heartbroken with my story. She couldn’t believe I’d gone through so much shit in life, and she decided I wouldn’t go through hell ever again for as long as she lived. They talked to my father, and eventually decided that Aunt Audrey and Uncle Alex would be the ones in charge of me. Even when she had four of her own kids to worry about, that woman opened up the doors to her home for me and raised me as one of her own. Yeah, she can be a pain in the ass sometimes, but she's my other mother. I would do anything for Aunt Audrey. Behind that arrogant bitch exterior you see in magazines and interviews, she’s got a heart of gold.
In the end, yeah, I lost my mother, but I gained a family.
Things got better for me after that. I grew up in this huge fucking mansion, chilling and having fun with my cousins with absolutely not a goddamn thing to worry about. I was enrolled in Beverly Hills Academy with the rest of my cousins up until the middle of sophomore year. You see, there was this little incident with the fucking cops catching me in the middle of one of my races. Even after my family made a generous donation to the school, the fuckers at the Academy were concerned of the blow my issue could represent to their bullshit reputation. So Aunt Audrey, after giving the dean a rather memorable piece of her mind, chose to transfer me to Beverly Hills High.
I was fucking pissed to be separated from Xander and sent to school with the normies, but it didn’t take long for me to notice that most of the students here were in the same level as me. Hell, some are even above me, and that’s saying something. That doesn’t mean I’m part of the ‘It’ crowd or anything like that. I like to keep on the sidelines, maintain that mystery that characterizes the Mossos males. Plus, I’ve got enough drama with Drea going on. I sure as hell don’need any more of it."
Okay, so once upon a time, my grandparents forced my dad, aunt and uncles to attend a Thanksgiving dinner hosted by the one and only Huntsberg family. At the time, Aunt Audrey and Uncle Alex were in one of their rough patches (because what else is new, right?), so the evening was poised to be a disastrous one. Well, it turns out that not everything was bound to suck that day. Not only did my aunt and uncle decide to make their relationship official on said day (after conceiving my twin cousins in my aunt’s bedroom, I might add), but my father met the woman who would become my mother at that party in the form of Aunt Audrey’s oldest cousin: Heather Christine Duclerc.
Between cigarettes, blow and family issues, my parents bonded in the Huntsberg Villa’s gardens. They had a lot of fun together that day, like getting through the dinner high as clouds. They were so hammered that they ended up hooking up right in the middle of the fucking gardens, man. How crazy is that shit?! Anyway, they ended up exchanging numbers, kept talking and even hooked up a few more times after that. Unfortunately, my father had left out a very important detail out of their conversations: his age. My mother was 23 years old, with a bachelor’s degree under her belt and a semester away from her masters’. On the other hand, my father was merely seventeen, not even out of high school yet.
When she found out, Mother obviously freaked out. She had a position in one of the most prestigious banking companies in the country, and something like this coming out could not only ruin her career, but put her behind bars. To make matters worse, she found out she was pregnant with yours truly, which only added to her dilemma. So she decided to take the hardest decision of her life: drop out of college, sell her apartment, request a relocation, pack up her stuff and move to New York. She changed her number, dropped off the face of the Earth and never told my father about me.I was born a few months later in New York City on August 20th.
My mother was… The most beautiful woman in this world. She had the brightest smile, and the most stunning eyes anyone has ever seen. She cared for me with such love and patience, always making time for me even on her busiest days... And she did everything by herself, too. My mom was a fucking badass. We were so happy together… Until the fucking lung cancer got her when I was nine.
I mean, yeah, she was a smoker, and she’d done some pot and coke back in the day. But so what? People out there have done worse things and are still alive. Why her, man? Why’d that fucking disease have to take her, of all people?! All she ever did was try to give me the best life she could. Like, fuck, man… I fucking miss her all the time.
Anyway, a few months before my mom died, she finally told me who my father was: Elijah Damian Mossos. She’d made deathbed arrangements to set me off with my father and his family, so when she passed, I was sent off to California. It was then when I met all of my dad’s family. It was cool to know I had cousins my age, even a half-sister. But God forbid I be happy for a long period of time, because it seems that "Taking A Shit On Dante" is God’s favorite fucking passtime... As if my position wasn’t shitty enough, I quickly found out that my darling father was actually an alcoholic with a long history of coke abuse and two failed rehab stints. Just two months after I arrived at my grandparents’ place, Father went into rehab for the third time.
Aunt Audrey was absolutely heartbroken with my story. She couldn’t believe I’d gone through so much shit in life, and she decided I wouldn’t go through hell ever again for as long as she lived. They talked to my father, and eventually decided that Aunt Audrey and Uncle Alex would be the ones in charge of me. Even when she had four of her own kids to worry about, that woman opened up the doors to her home for me and raised me as one of her own. Yeah, she can be a pain in the ass sometimes, but she's my other mother. I would do anything for Aunt Audrey. Behind that arrogant bitch exterior you see in magazines and interviews, she’s got a heart of gold.
In the end, yeah, I lost my mother, but I gained a family.
Things got better for me after that. I grew up in this huge fucking mansion, chilling and having fun with my cousins with absolutely not a goddamn thing to worry about. I was enrolled in Beverly Hills Academy with the rest of my cousins up until the middle of sophomore year. You see, there was this little incident with the fucking cops catching me in the middle of one of my races. Even after my family made a generous donation to the school, the fuckers at the Academy were concerned of the blow my issue could represent to their bullshit reputation. So Aunt Audrey, after giving the dean a rather memorable piece of her mind, chose to transfer me to Beverly Hills High.
I was fucking pissed to be separated from Xander and sent to school with the normies, but it didn’t take long for me to notice that most of the students here were in the same level as me. Hell, some are even above me, and that’s saying something. That doesn’t mean I’m part of the ‘It’ crowd or anything like that. I like to keep on the sidelines, maintain that mystery that characterizes the Mossos males. Plus, I’ve got enough drama with Drea going on. I sure as hell don’need any more of it."
A C A D E M I C S
Extracurricular Activities:
"If racing cars in the streets after midnight is considered an extracurricular activity, then yes,
I've got one."
I've got one."
| |Best Subjects, Worst Subjects:| |
Best Subjects: Economics, Statistics, Italian
Worst Subjects: History, Spanish, Chemistry
Worst Subjects: History, Spanish, Chemistry
| |Family Tree:| |
Elijah Damian Mossos- Father- “I don’t really know what else to say about Father other that I hope he gets his shit together before he ends up dead or fucked up.”
Heather Christine Duclerc- Mother- “My guardian angel. Will always love her. Miss her every single fucking day”
Alexandros Stefano Mossos- Uncle- “Uncle Alexandros is an amazing dad, even if he does get under my aunt’s skin and makes her want to rip his head off. He’s the one that taught me all I know about racing, but don’t mention that to my aunt unless you want us all to die a slow and painful death.”
Audrey Elizabeth Mossos- Aunt- “Living with Aunt Audrey is like living with my mother, only difference is that you want to follow her rules to keep her happy and never piss her off. I’ve seen her angry, and it isn’t pretty. She is easily the only woman in this goddamn world who can put the fear of God in me with a single look.”
Ava Brie Mossos- Aunt- “Auntie Ava’s a cynical, sarcastic badass. That about sums her up.”
Xander Elliott Mossos- Cousin- “Xan and I are inseparable: he’s been my ride or die ever since I came to the family. I love the fucker to death. No homo.”
Briella Amélie Mossos- Cousin- “Brie’s like my sister, so if anyone messes with her they’d better be ready to get their ass whopped.”
Ariana Elizabeth Mossos- Cousin- “What I said for Brie also applies for Ari. Mess with her and you’re fucking screwed.”
Andrew Hektor Mossos- Cousin- “Drew’s like the little brother I never had, so fucking with him is also a guaranteed ass-whooping.”
Soleil Amaranthe Jameson- Half-Sister- “Sol’s cool and all, just never really see her around. She lives with her mom and her stepdad, so we’ve never been particularly close.”
Heather Christine Duclerc- Mother- “My guardian angel. Will always love her. Miss her every single fucking day”
Alexandros Stefano Mossos- Uncle- “Uncle Alexandros is an amazing dad, even if he does get under my aunt’s skin and makes her want to rip his head off. He’s the one that taught me all I know about racing, but don’t mention that to my aunt unless you want us all to die a slow and painful death.”
Audrey Elizabeth Mossos- Aunt- “Living with Aunt Audrey is like living with my mother, only difference is that you want to follow her rules to keep her happy and never piss her off. I’ve seen her angry, and it isn’t pretty. She is easily the only woman in this goddamn world who can put the fear of God in me with a single look.”
Ava Brie Mossos- Aunt- “Auntie Ava’s a cynical, sarcastic badass. That about sums her up.”
Xander Elliott Mossos- Cousin- “Xan and I are inseparable: he’s been my ride or die ever since I came to the family. I love the fucker to death. No homo.”
Briella Amélie Mossos- Cousin- “Brie’s like my sister, so if anyone messes with her they’d better be ready to get their ass whopped.”
Ariana Elizabeth Mossos- Cousin- “What I said for Brie also applies for Ari. Mess with her and you’re fucking screwed.”
Andrew Hektor Mossos- Cousin- “Drew’s like the little brother I never had, so fucking with him is also a guaranteed ass-whooping.”
Soleil Amaranthe Jameson- Half-Sister- “Sol’s cool and all, just never really see her around. She lives with her mom and her stepdad, so we’ve never been particularly close.”
FC: Bill Skarsgard | Color: steelblue
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