@Klaykid timeskip happened with the trixie and owen collab
'Are we...? Yes.'
Some people will still post party flashbacks tho
'Are we...? Yes.'
Some people will still post party flashbacks tho
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Just a fat kid
Ezzy Tyrone Woodley
"Momma say, momma say..."
| | A G E = 17 | |
| | G E N D E R = MALE | |
| | O C C U P A T I O N = AMATEUR BOXER | |
| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N = SENIOR | |
| | R O L E = HUMAN TEENAGER ATTENDING AN EDUCATIONAL FACILITY | |
| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |
*Is extremely fond of boxing.
*Is familiar with 'dirty boxing', wherein kicks and holds are employed.
*Adores all kinds of food, especially soul food and fast food.
*Likes to take his shirt off for weird reasons, but usually just when he's angry.
*Stands at 5'11 and weighs 230 pounds.
*Rides the bus.
*Has no idea what a hierarchy is, only understands RESPECT.
*Can rap, badly.
*Has an amateur boxing record of 4-0.
*Lives in the hood.
*Carries two pairs of brass knuckles in either hip pocket.
*Anybody who mocks his mama, ruins his food, and makes fun of his social standing or financial situation is due for a visit to the emergency room.
| | D R E A M S | |
*To become a pro boxer.
| | F E A R S | |
*Spilling his food.
*Losing his home to the government.
*Taking care of his mama.
| | H I S T O R Y | |
*Ezzy was born in Chicago, where he fought Crips his age in back alleys. Several knife scars mar his fat belly and arms, and his knuckles have permanent abrasions and callouses from bare-knuckle boxing. He just barely made it through middle school and early high school before moving, and wound up where he is now.
His parents are divorced and he currently lives with his mother and grandmother. His mother is clinging to a menial job and his family is in constant financial straights.
| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |
*Football (Defensive Tackle)
| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |
| B E S T |
History
| W O R S T |
Math
Ezzy Tyrone Woodley
"Momma say, momma say..."
| | A G E = 17 | |
| | G E N D E R = MALE | |
| | O C C U P A T I O N = AMATEUR BOXER | |
| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N = SENIOR | |
| | R O L E = HUMAN TEENAGER ATTENDING AN EDUCATIONAL FACILITY | |
W H O A M I ?
| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |
*Is extremely fond of boxing.
*Is familiar with 'dirty boxing', wherein kicks and holds are employed.
*Adores all kinds of food, especially soul food and fast food.
*Likes to take his shirt off for weird reasons, but usually just when he's angry.
*Stands at 5'11 and weighs 230 pounds.
*Rides the bus.
*Has no idea what a hierarchy is, only understands RESPECT.
*Can rap, badly.
*Has an amateur boxing record of 4-0.
*Lives in the hood.
*Carries two pairs of brass knuckles in either hip pocket.
*Anybody who mocks his mama, ruins his food, and makes fun of his social standing or financial situation is due for a visit to the emergency room.
| | D R E A M S | |
*To become a pro boxer.
| | F E A R S | |
*Spilling his food.
*Losing his home to the government.
*Taking care of his mama.
| | H I S T O R Y | |
*Ezzy was born in Chicago, where he fought Crips his age in back alleys. Several knife scars mar his fat belly and arms, and his knuckles have permanent abrasions and callouses from bare-knuckle boxing. He just barely made it through middle school and early high school before moving, and wound up where he is now.
His parents are divorced and he currently lives with his mother and grandmother. His mother is clinging to a menial job and his family is in constant financial straights.
A C A D E M I C S
| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |
*Football (Defensive Tackle)
| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |
| B E S T |
History
| W O R S T |
Math
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The Join Status of this RP is full, we are no longer reviewing or accepting character sheets from new writers. Ezzy is not accepted, I'm sorry you took the time to write a sheet only to get it denied, but it is usually RP etiquette to message a GM before submitting a CS to join a full RP. Upon reviewing this sheet, I'm also leaning towards the belief that this sheet wasn't even submitted seriously, and if that is the case and this was simply a troll post/meme, I hope you have better luck roleplaying elsewhere.
~GM Silent
The Join Status of this RP is full, we are no longer reviewing or accepting character sheets from new writers. Ezzy is not accepted, I'm sorry you took the time to write a sheet only to get it denied, but it is usually RP etiquette to message a GM before submitting a CS to join a full RP. Upon reviewing this sheet, I'm also leaning towards the belief that this sheet wasn't even submitted seriously, and if that is the case and this was simply a troll post/meme, I hope you have better luck roleplaying elsewhere.
~GM Silent
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Huh. Not seriously?
Well, I suppose an overweight kid from the hood is less believable in a setting where very literally half the populace isn't straight and everyone looks like super models. But I didn't notice this was full, so my bad. Cheers.
Huh. Not seriously?
Well, I suppose an overweight kid from the hood is less believable in a setting where very literally half the populace isn't straight and everyone looks like super models. But I didn't notice this was full, so my bad. Cheers.
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Hello friends:
An update — I will likely make a gradual return in a couple of months. When I do, depending on where you guys are story-wise, I will timeskip to the events we have planned for Valentines (if we haven't already), so consider discussing with everyone else what you want your characters to have gone through during the time span that will be skipped. You have plenty of time since I cannot give a definite date of my return. I have no doubt with my return, the vitality of the roleplay will pick up once more.
It's okay to be uninspired, sad and not in the mood, or even too busy. Life comes first. No matter what. Okay? I only hope the best for each and every one of you. Take care of YOU. At the end of the day, that's all we can do.
If I make an earlier return, do know I won't be as active as I was before and will have designated days for writing, so that I can focus on a few things that require my full attention. My life cannot revolve around my hobby, so I will be more vocal when I can and cannot write. I do miss you all and writing amazing, fun, wild, heartfelt stories. In addition, though? I miss my ships! As such, I want to come back as healthy as possible.
This is simply me saying I haven't forgotten any of you and someday we will write together again.
Thank you.
It's okay to be uninspired, sad and not in the mood, or even too busy. Life comes first. No matter what. Okay? I only hope the best for each and every one of you. Take care of YOU. At the end of the day, that's all we can do.
If I make an earlier return, do know I won't be as active as I was before and will have designated days for writing, so that I can focus on a few things that require my full attention. My life cannot revolve around my hobby, so I will be more vocal when I can and cannot write. I do miss you all and writing amazing, fun, wild, heartfelt stories. In addition, though? I miss my ships! As such, I want to come back as healthy as possible.
This is simply me saying I haven't forgotten any of you and someday we will write together again.
Thank you.
Lovely
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Taylor Marie Holland
”I can’t cry right now, my foundation cost, like, a hundred bucks.”
| | A G E | |
17, May 9th
| | G E N D E R | |
Female
| | S E X U A L I T Y | |
Bisexual
| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |
Single. Always has been, hopefully always will be.
| | O C C U P A T I O N | |
Taylor works part-time as a cashier in a comic book store not far from her school.
| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |
Junior
| | R O L E | |
Candy Nerd
| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |
Taylor is beautiful, there’s no way around it. With access to the most exclusive gyms, samples of the best beauty products, and more clothes than she knows what to do with, it’s no wonder why she looks good. Her hair is a cascade of blonde waves, and her eyes are a bright green. Taylor’s skin is always immaculate from her frequent spa trips, and her body is practically flawless. The only perceivable flaw about her appearance is her height. At 5”3, Taylor is just a bit too short. Luckily, mastering the art of walking-sometimes running-in heels helps her disguise her shortness.
Of course, Taylor knows she looks great. She’s gotten her fair share of unwanted attention from both men and women alike. Sure, she has the looks, but her confidence is what sells it. Taylor walks around like she owns the place, and always keeps herself looking her best.
Of course, Taylor knows she looks great. She’s gotten her fair share of unwanted attention from both men and women alike. Sure, she has the looks, but her confidence is what sells it. Taylor walks around like she owns the place, and always keeps herself looking her best.
W H O A M I ?
| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |
- Taylor plays with her hair a lot, especially when she’s deep in thought.
- She can get a little too lost in her art projects.
- Taylor always stops to check her hair and makeup. If she can see her reflection, she has to.
- She likes to twirl pencils around her fingers. It’s a trick her dad taught her.
- She tends to doodle a lot in class. Her notebooks are filled with drawings.
- Taylor has a tendency to pucker her lips when she’s working on something. She gets embarrassed when people point it out.
- Taylor uses "like" as a filler word. Like, kind of a lot.
| | D R E A M S | |
Despite the pressure from her mother to go into modeling, Taylor has only ever had one dream: to be a comic book artist. With the encouragement and guidance of her father, Taylor has become a very skilled artist, covering her room with life-sized drawings of some of her favorite characters. She pores over any comic book she can find, hoping to learn different styles and techniques. However, her heart lies with Marvel, where she hopes to work someday.
| | L I K E S | |
- Comic books of any kind, but especially Marvel.
- Action movies. They're fun!
- Fancy hair products that make her smell good.
- Her art tablet. She carries it around like it's her child.
- Ice cream, as a guilty pleasure.
- Anime, but only for the art style. She swears.
- The color pink.
- Dogs, but especially her bulldog Lockjaw.
- Cute clothes.
| | D I S L I K E S | |
- Her mom. She’s just super overbearing.
- Loud noises. They’re kind of freaky.
- Excessive drinking...gross. Just super gross.
- Math? Math sucks.
- Working out, but she does it every day anyway.
- People touching her hair. It’s like, really invasive and stuff.
- People hitting on her. Or displaying any kind of romantic interest in her. It’s just super uncomfortable, you know?
- Valentine’s Day, but only because she’s not allowed to eat all the candy.
- That crackpot “magical rock” stuff. They’re just rocks, aren’t they? How are they supposed to protect her from “negative energies” or whatever?
- People calling her ditzy. She’s not ditzy.
| | F E A R S | |
For all of Taylor’s confidence, she hides a lot of insecurities. She strives to exude a perfect, carefree life, but in reality it’s all a facade. Her home life is pretty awful, but she’s “rich” and “spoiled” so who is she to complain? Taylor compensates for it all by looking as good as she does, but she’s not sure how long she can keep it up. She knows it makes her come off as being detached and distant, but it’s for her own good.
D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T
| | H I S T O R Y | |
Taylor is the kind of girl who had it made from birth. Her father Joel Holland is the editor-in-chief for Marvel comics, and with a net worth of well over $30 million, he is able to provide a life of luxury for his daughter. Taylor’s mother, however, isn’t exactly a gold digger; Danish supermodel Henriette Olsen-Holland rakes in at least $10 million every year.
From an early age, Taylor’s mother has been obsessed with making her look perfect. Her mother would drag Taylor to every high-end store in Los Angeles to find the right clothes, sample the most expensive makeup, or buy the most expensive hair care products. Even spas weren’t safe, and Taylor became intimately familiar with the most high-end luxury spas in Los Angeles. Her mother would snap at her if her posture wasn't right, if there was a hair out of place, or even if she didn't make eye contact.
Growing up with a looks-obsessed mother could have done some damage to Taylor’s mental state if it weren’t for her father. While her mother was busy forcing her into tight clothes and crazy diets, her father kept her grounded by teaching her how to draw. He would take her into his office to show her all of his artwork, telling her about each character’s story and ambitions. With a lot of time and practice, Taylor became a capable artist, using it to cope with her mother’s overbearing presence in her life.
Despite Taylor’s resentment of her mother, she has grown to become very much like her in terms of appearances. She enjoys having cute clothes, she works out religiously and keeps herself on a strict diet. Since her mother often buys expensive makeup and skin care items, Taylor has always had an endless supply of high-end beauty products at her disposal. With her mother incessantly picking at her flaws, she works tirelessly to correct and hide them. This has caused Taylor to become just a little too sensitive about her appearance, and she constantly feels the need to keep herself looking the best she possibly can. By eighth grade, she was already wearing heels and tight skirts to school.
Once she hit high school, Taylor was getting a lot of attention for her appearance from both boys and girls alike. She noticed plenty of other students ogling her, seemingly without any shame. This made her extremely uncomfortable as a freshman, and only worsened as her body continued to fill out. Eventually she grew to tolerate it somewhat, but any romantic advances toward her just freaked her out. Luckily, most people just kept to staring, and Taylor soon found herself in a close-knit group of female friends called the Candies. Despite several attempts by her friends to set her up with people, Taylor always refused to get into any kind of serious relationship. Still, having a group to belong to made her feel safe.
At the start of her junior year, Taylor started looking into art schools to attend after graduation. Her father gave her a piece of key information: he could get her an internship with Marvel Comics while she was in college, but she had to earn it. So, Taylor got a job with a local comic book store to give herself some relevant job experience. The work is tedious sometimes, but as a whole she found that she liked getting to be around comic books all day. She even made friends with some of the regulars, which was an added bonus. Of course, she also got an excuse to not be home with her mother, which was even better.
So here she is, with her life neat and planned out. All Taylor needs to do is ride out the rest of her high school career, and it’s smooth sailing from there.
From an early age, Taylor’s mother has been obsessed with making her look perfect. Her mother would drag Taylor to every high-end store in Los Angeles to find the right clothes, sample the most expensive makeup, or buy the most expensive hair care products. Even spas weren’t safe, and Taylor became intimately familiar with the most high-end luxury spas in Los Angeles. Her mother would snap at her if her posture wasn't right, if there was a hair out of place, or even if she didn't make eye contact.
Growing up with a looks-obsessed mother could have done some damage to Taylor’s mental state if it weren’t for her father. While her mother was busy forcing her into tight clothes and crazy diets, her father kept her grounded by teaching her how to draw. He would take her into his office to show her all of his artwork, telling her about each character’s story and ambitions. With a lot of time and practice, Taylor became a capable artist, using it to cope with her mother’s overbearing presence in her life.
Despite Taylor’s resentment of her mother, she has grown to become very much like her in terms of appearances. She enjoys having cute clothes, she works out religiously and keeps herself on a strict diet. Since her mother often buys expensive makeup and skin care items, Taylor has always had an endless supply of high-end beauty products at her disposal. With her mother incessantly picking at her flaws, she works tirelessly to correct and hide them. This has caused Taylor to become just a little too sensitive about her appearance, and she constantly feels the need to keep herself looking the best she possibly can. By eighth grade, she was already wearing heels and tight skirts to school.
Once she hit high school, Taylor was getting a lot of attention for her appearance from both boys and girls alike. She noticed plenty of other students ogling her, seemingly without any shame. This made her extremely uncomfortable as a freshman, and only worsened as her body continued to fill out. Eventually she grew to tolerate it somewhat, but any romantic advances toward her just freaked her out. Luckily, most people just kept to staring, and Taylor soon found herself in a close-knit group of female friends called the Candies. Despite several attempts by her friends to set her up with people, Taylor always refused to get into any kind of serious relationship. Still, having a group to belong to made her feel safe.
At the start of her junior year, Taylor started looking into art schools to attend after graduation. Her father gave her a piece of key information: he could get her an internship with Marvel Comics while she was in college, but she had to earn it. So, Taylor got a job with a local comic book store to give herself some relevant job experience. The work is tedious sometimes, but as a whole she found that she liked getting to be around comic books all day. She even made friends with some of the regulars, which was an added bonus. Of course, she also got an excuse to not be home with her mother, which was even better.
So here she is, with her life neat and planned out. All Taylor needs to do is ride out the rest of her high school career, and it’s smooth sailing from there.
A C A D E M I C S
| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |
- None. She’s got a full plate already.
| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |
| B E S T |
Art! Art is like, really fun. And super easy.
History. It’s just a lot of reading and writing.
| W O R S T |
Math. Ugh.
Art! Art is like, really fun. And super easy.
History. It’s just a lot of reading and writing.
| W O R S T |
Math. Ugh.
| | E X T R A N O T E S | |
FC: Taylor Louderman
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Me now that we're at 400 posts
KEEP IT UP BABES! I LOVE YOU ALL xoxo
KEEP IT UP BABES! I LOVE YOU ALL xoxo
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Burners! It is your time to shine.
Kayla has decreed next post must be someone in the burner clique.
I believe in you.
420 blaze it.
Kayla has decreed next post must be someone in the burner clique.
I believe in you.
420 blaze it.
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Pierre Allan Berry
"So, what is this? Some 'Fresh Prince of Bel-Air' type of shit?"
| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |
- P
- PB
- Berry (Usually by coaches)
- Pierre 'King' (He's Berry, dammit)
- The Prince (Again, hates it)
| | A G E | |
17, February 15th
| | G E N D E R | |
Male
| | S E X U A L I T Y | |
Heterosexual
| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |
Single
| | O C C U P A T I O N | |
Ball is life
| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |
Junior
| | R O L E | |
Jock
| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |
You know how he looks... the very tall, lanky basketball guy.
W H O A M I ?
| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |
- Depending on the season, he tends to either keep his hair short or will grow it out in a curly mini afro.
- In class, he's got to have something in his hands, otherwise he'll get distracted. More times than not, he's flipping a pencil between his fingers.
- He's always blasting music through headphones when he's working out or putting up shots alone. Helps him get in "the zone."
- Has a very southern accent that comes out more times than not. Not out of the realm of possibility for him to refer to someone as "Bruh," "Shawty," or "Mane."
- Not particularly a heavy cusser, but places a hard emphasis on his cuss words when being funny or when angry.
- Gets stage fright like no one's business. Can dominate in a basketball since he doesn't have to speak, but ask him to sing a song (because he actually can carry a tune) and he's like "What you mean? I can't do that. Stop playing."
- Messes with chin/beard when he's thinking.
- Code switches depending on the environment.
| | D R E A M S | |
Pierre's dream is like any kid growing up in the inner city, only exposed to the false reality that the best way to get out of his circumstances is to be good at a sport. According to Pierre, he was too skinny to play football growing up, so he picked up a basketball and the rest was history. He's good at it and has received national recognition (it helps that his father is an NBA legend), so the biggest goal would be for him to make it to the league. With his father's huge shadow looming over him now though, he's considering all other options. The league is still the primary goal in his life, but his inner battle with following his father's path is causing him to consider other options. He just needs to figure out what exactly he likes outside of basketball since that's all he truly knows.
| | L I K E S | |
- Watching basketball and football. The former more so than the latter.
- Playing video games. Is an avid gamer in his downtown since he's uber competitive.
- The weather in California.
- Dogs. Has one back at home in Georgia and his father has a few here in the city.
- His teammates, even though they're different from the one's he was used to back in his hometown. Pierre's all about building camaraderie with his teammates.
- The attention he receives. Athlete's have egos and it's certainly stroked now, whether he'll admit or not.
- A nice butt on a girl. He's a simple guy.
- Gatorade, specifically Fierce Grape. Give him that and you're forever on his good side.
- Playing games away from BHHS. Nothing like going against a team in a hostile environment. Home games are cool, but away games are far more interesting.
- His siblings. He's got two younger half-sisters whose lives he's happy to be part of now.
| | D I S L I K E S | |
- Anything science related. He doesn't like Chemistry and he doesn't even like going to the doctor.
- Stuck-up people. They're more prevalent in Beverly Hills, definitely.
- Clingy girls. Look, he knows he's the son of a Hall of Fame player and is one of the top ranked players in high school, but he's not trying to be your meal ticket.
- Living with his father (hell, his father in general). He's really only tolerating him because of his mother and his sisters. But he's not here to play "father-son reunion special."
- Food that is presented as cold but has an alternative to be warm/hot. Don't ask, just warm up his pizza.
- Being referred to as a 'King,' his father's surname. The nickname 'Prince' has floated around on social media, but he hates that as well.
| | F E A R S | |
His biggest fear is that he won't be able to find his niche within Beverly Hills High School. He came over towards the end of his second semester of his sophomore year, so he still doesn't have a complete grasp on the ins and outs of the city or the school beyond the basketball court. Fitting in with the team is simple because it's basketball (and he has the respect of the coaches and players), but finding sincere friends that aren't trying to use him or only see him as "cool" because of his father is difficult. He doesn't want fake ass friends because he feels that he has enough fake people in his life, dealing with his father who somehow is using his arrival to Beverly Hills as a way to prove that he's father of the year material.
D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T
| | H I S T O R Y | |
"It's always been me and my mama, ever since I could remember. I mean, yeah, I had other family members around growing up. My two aunties and their uncles... grandma when she was around. But as far as our household? Straight up, it's always been me and Mama.
It's funny 'cause... I ain't really know what it was like to have two parents in the household at the same time. Shit, that's the story for most of the people my age that grew up with me in Atlanta. It was the norm, oddly enough. You get used to not having a father with you so you just gotta grow up fast before the city gets you. The father figures were older guys in our 'hood, for better or for worse. Gang members, drug dealers, athletes... pick your poison and that's prolly what you'll have to deal with. I was fortunate enough to have a mama who worked her ass off with multiple jobs to keep the lights on. She won't admit, but she was too damn stubborn to let anyone else help her... me included.
I knew that there were jobs that I could get by the time I turned 14. A little grocery store down the street was hiring kids as soon as they got to high school... but my mama wanted to me just keep playing ball... so that's what I did.
She ain't tell me that I was the son of fucking Perry King. The Perry King... the basketball Hall of Famer who brought even more titles to the city of Los Angeles. The dude who is renowned as one of the greatest point guards to ever play the game. The guy who apparently can't reach out to his fucking son to let him know that he's his father. Shit is crazy! But no... apparently my mother kept the secret from because... well, I don't even know to be honest with ya. I got my own theories that he paid her off but... why the hell would that happen if she's still working two jobs? I don't know... that's part of the reason I practice so hard now... so that she ain't gotta work when I make it to the league. But... this man is out here with a wife, kids... a family! And he ain't did nothing for me! Nothing for us!? What type of shit is that?
Mama must have known that I had so many questions because after the basketball season of my sophomore year, she wanted to move out to Beverly Hills to stay with him until I graduate. She figured that the exposure would be good for my dream (our dream because she's part of this) and I could start a relationship with my him, my sisters, and his wife. I wasn't buying that shit at all... but I ain't a dummy, you feel me? Call me a user or a manipulator but if getting to the league means I gotta go through my old man, then so be it. Once I get past these next few years... I'm on my own and I gotta worry about anybody holding me back.
I'll tell you one thing: this Beverly Hills shit is a culture shock... that's what they called in my Sociology class. I'm from a small ass neighborhood in Atlanta where there ain't much to do unless you drive 30 minutes into the city. Beverly Hills... there's celebrities everywhere. And being at BHHS... mane, you would think that these kids never seen real trouble before! I mean... it's cool, I've met some dope ass people, but I still can't get used to all of this drama that comes with being the son of a mogul. I told my mama this, but this really is some Fresh Prince of Bel-Air shit except my dad ain't no where near Uncle Phil. He ain't want me for damn near 15... 16 years and now all of a sudden, I gotta act like I'm his long lost son... on top of everybody wanting to be my friend and trying to get a scholarship to a good D-1 program. It's a lot of pressure.
Fortunately, I thrive under pressure."
It's funny 'cause... I ain't really know what it was like to have two parents in the household at the same time. Shit, that's the story for most of the people my age that grew up with me in Atlanta. It was the norm, oddly enough. You get used to not having a father with you so you just gotta grow up fast before the city gets you. The father figures were older guys in our 'hood, for better or for worse. Gang members, drug dealers, athletes... pick your poison and that's prolly what you'll have to deal with. I was fortunate enough to have a mama who worked her ass off with multiple jobs to keep the lights on. She won't admit, but she was too damn stubborn to let anyone else help her... me included.
I knew that there were jobs that I could get by the time I turned 14. A little grocery store down the street was hiring kids as soon as they got to high school... but my mama wanted to me just keep playing ball... so that's what I did.
She ain't tell me that I was the son of fucking Perry King. The Perry King... the basketball Hall of Famer who brought even more titles to the city of Los Angeles. The dude who is renowned as one of the greatest point guards to ever play the game. The guy who apparently can't reach out to his fucking son to let him know that he's his father. Shit is crazy! But no... apparently my mother kept the secret from because... well, I don't even know to be honest with ya. I got my own theories that he paid her off but... why the hell would that happen if she's still working two jobs? I don't know... that's part of the reason I practice so hard now... so that she ain't gotta work when I make it to the league. But... this man is out here with a wife, kids... a family! And he ain't did nothing for me! Nothing for us!? What type of shit is that?
Mama must have known that I had so many questions because after the basketball season of my sophomore year, she wanted to move out to Beverly Hills to stay with him until I graduate. She figured that the exposure would be good for my dream (our dream because she's part of this) and I could start a relationship with my him, my sisters, and his wife. I wasn't buying that shit at all... but I ain't a dummy, you feel me? Call me a user or a manipulator but if getting to the league means I gotta go through my old man, then so be it. Once I get past these next few years... I'm on my own and I gotta worry about anybody holding me back.
I'll tell you one thing: this Beverly Hills shit is a culture shock... that's what they called in my Sociology class. I'm from a small ass neighborhood in Atlanta where there ain't much to do unless you drive 30 minutes into the city. Beverly Hills... there's celebrities everywhere. And being at BHHS... mane, you would think that these kids never seen real trouble before! I mean... it's cool, I've met some dope ass people, but I still can't get used to all of this drama that comes with being the son of a mogul. I told my mama this, but this really is some Fresh Prince of Bel-Air shit except my dad ain't no where near Uncle Phil. He ain't want me for damn near 15... 16 years and now all of a sudden, I gotta act like I'm his long lost son... on top of everybody wanting to be my friend and trying to get a scholarship to a good D-1 program. It's a lot of pressure.
Fortunately, I thrive under pressure."
A C A D E M I C S
| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |
- Starting PG for basketball, his one and only sport. He runs track too, but only for conditioning purposes. It's really only thing that he has time for.
| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |
| B E S T |
Math and English. Is actually in a high level Math and Composition course (which surprises a lot of people).
| W O R S T |
Science. He gets lost in the sauce quickly.
Math and English. Is actually in a high level Math and Composition course (which surprises a lot of people).
| W O R S T |
Science. He gets lost in the sauce quickly.
| | E X T R A N O T E S | |
Food: Milkshake (lol)
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Pierre Allan Berry"So, what is this? Some 'Fresh Prince of Bel-Air' type of shit?"| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |
- P
- PB
- Berry (Usually by coaches)
- Pierre 'King' (He's Berry, dammit)
- The Prince (Again, hates it)
| | A G E | |17, February 15th| | G E N D E R | |Male| | S E X U A L I T Y | |Heterosexual| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |Single| | O C C U P A T I O N | |Ball is life| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |Junior| | R O L E | |Jock| | I N D E P T H A P P E A R A N C E | |You know how he looks... the very tall, lanky basketball guy.W H O A M I ?| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |
- Depending on the season, he tends to either keep his hair short or will grow it out in a curly mini afro.
- In class, he's got to have something in his hands, otherwise he'll get distracted. More times than not, he's flipping a pencil between his fingers.
- He's always blasting music through headphones when he's working out or putting up shots alone. Helps him get in "the zone."
- Has a very southern accent that comes out more times than not. Not out of the realm of possibility for him to refer to someone as "Bruh," "Shawty," or "Mane."
- Not particularly a heavy cusser, but places a hard emphasis on his cuss words when being funny or when angry.
- Gets stage fright like no one's business. Can dominate in a basketball since he doesn't have to speak, but ask him to sing a song (because he actually can carry a tune) and he's like "What you mean? I can't do that. Stop playing."
- Messes with chin/beard when he's thinking.
- Code switches depending on the environment.
| | D R E A M S | |Pierre's dream is like any kid growing up in the inner city, only exposed to the false reality that the best way to get out of his circumstances is to be good at a sport. According to Pierre, he was too skinny to play football growing up, so he picked up a basketball and the rest was history. He's good at it and has received national recognition (it helps that his father is an NBA legend), so the biggest goal would be for him to make it to the league. With his father's huge shadow looming over him now though, he's considering all other options. The league is still the primary goal in his life, but his inner battle with following his father's path is causing him to consider other options. He just needs to figure out what exactly he likes outside of basketball since that's all he truly knows.| | L I K E S | |
- Watching basketball and football. The former more so than the latter.
- Playing video games. Is an avid gamer in his downtown since he's uber competitive.
- The weather in California.
- Dogs. Has one back at home in Georgia and his father has a few here in the city.
- His teammates, even though they're different from the one's he was used to back in his hometown. Pierre's all about building camaraderie with his teammates.
- The attention he receives. Athlete's have egos and it's certainly stroked now, whether he'll admit or not.
- A nice butt on a girl. He's a simple guy.
- Gatorade, specifically Fierce Grape. Give him that and you're forever on his good side.
- Playing games away from BHHS. Nothing like going against a team in a hostile environment. Home games are cool, but away games are far more interesting.
- His siblings. He's got two younger half-sisters whose lives he's happy to be part of now.
| | D I S L I K E S | |
- Anything science related. He doesn't like Chemistry and he doesn't even like going to the doctor.
- Stuck-up people. They're more prevalent in Beverly Hills, definitely.
- Clingy girls. Look, he knows he's the son of a Hall of Fame player and is one of the top ranked players in high school, but he's not trying to be your meal ticket.
- Living with his father (hell, his father in general). He's really only tolerating him because of his mother and his sisters. But he's not here to play "father-son reunion special."
- Food that is presented as cold but has an alternative to be warm/hot. Don't ask, just warm up his pizza.
- Being referred to as a 'King,' his father's surname. The nickname 'Prince' has floated around on social media, but he hates that as well.
| | F E A R S | |His biggest fear is that he won't be able to find his niche within Beverly Hills High School. He came over towards the end of his second semester of his sophomore year, so he still doesn't have a complete grasp on the ins and outs of the city or the school beyond the basketball court. Fitting in with the team is simple because it's basketball (and he has the respect of the coaches and players), but finding sincere friends that aren't trying to use him or only see him as "cool" because of his father is difficult. He doesn't want fake ass friends because he feels that he has enough fake people in his life, dealing with his father who somehow is using his arrival to Beverly Hills as a way to prove that he's father of the year material.D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T| | H I S T O R Y | |"It's always been me and my mama, ever since I could remember. I mean, yeah, I had other family members around growing up. My two aunties and their uncles... grandma when she was around. But as far as our household? Straight up, it's always been me and Mama.
It's funny 'cause... I ain't really know what it was like to have two parents in the household at the same time. Shit, that's the story for most of the people my age that grew up with me in Atlanta. It was the norm, oddly enough. You get used to not having a father with you so you just gotta grow up fast before the city gets you. The father figures were older guys in our 'hood, for better or for worse. Gang members, drug dealers, athletes... pick your poison and that's prolly what you'll have to deal with. I was fortunate enough to have a mama who worked her ass off with multiple jobs to keep the lights on. She won't admit, but she was too damn stubborn to let anyone else help her... me included.
I knew that there were jobs that I could get by the time I turned 14. A little grocery store down the street was hiring kids as soon as they got to high school... but my mama wanted to me just keep playing ball... so that's what I did.
She ain't tell me that I was the son of fucking Perry King. The Perry King... the basketball Hall of Famer who brought even more titles to the city of Los Angeles. The dude who is renowned as one of the greatest point guards to ever play the game. The guy who apparently can't reach out to his fucking son to let him know that he's his father. Shit is crazy! But no... apparently my mother kept the secret from because... well, I don't even know to be honest with ya. I got my own theories that he paid her off but... why the hell would that happen if she's still working two jobs? I don't know... that's part of the reason I practice so hard now... so that she ain't gotta work when I make it to the league. But... this man is out here with a wife, kids... a family! And he ain't did nothing for me! Nothing for us!? What type of shit is that?
Mama must have known that I had so many questions because after the basketball season of my sophomore year, she wanted to move out to Beverly Hills to stay with him until I graduate. She figured that the exposure would be good for my dream (our dream because she's part of this) and I could start a relationship with my him, my sisters, and his wife. I wasn't buying that shit at all... but I ain't a dummy, you feel me? Call me a user or a manipulator but if getting to the league means I gotta go through my old man, then so be it. Once I get past these next few years... I'm on my own and I gotta worry about anybody holding me back.
I'll tell you one thing: this Beverly Hills shit is a culture shock... that's what they called in my Sociology class. I'm from a small ass neighborhood in Atlanta where there ain't much to do unless you drive 30 minutes into the city. Beverly Hills... there's celebrities everywhere. And being at BHHS... mane, you would think that these kids never seen real trouble before! I mean... it's cool, I've met some dope ass people, but I still can't get used to all of this drama that comes with being the son of a mogul. I told my mama this, but this really is some Fresh Prince of Bel-Air shit except my dad ain't no where near Uncle Phil. He ain't want me for damn near 15... 16 years and now all of a sudden, I gotta act like I'm his long lost son... on top of everybody wanting to be my friend and trying to get a scholarship to a good D-1 program. It's a lot of pressure.
Fortunately, I thrive under pressure."A C A D E M I C S| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |
- Starting PG for basketball, his one and only sport. He runs track too, but only for conditioning purposes. It's really only thing that he has time for.
| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | || B E S T |
Math and English. Is actually in a high level Math and Composition course (which surprises a lot of people).
| W O R S T |
Science. He gets lost in the sauce quickly.| | E X T R A N O T E S | |Food: Milkshake (lol)
Face Claim: Keith Powers
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17
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Female
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Pansexual
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Single as a Pringle
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Works part-time at a drive-in restaurant by the name of 'Rudy's' as a roller skate waitress. She loves the place due to its vintage vibes. Malori is also self-employed at her home, out of garage auto body shop.
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Junior
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Gearhead/Artist
W H O A M I ?
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| | F E A R S | |
- Always drums her fingers along to music while in a car
- Wall full of shelves containing her huge record collection
- Loves the water but she can't swim
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Malori wants to own her own body shop one day. One complete with a vintage look along with some graffiti mixed in.
| | L I K E S | |
- Nighttime, she loves looking at the stars which typically requires driving away from the city and all its lights
- Snack Food. She just has an enjoyment for the simple, light food that you would eat for snacks.
- Driving. Fast, slow, cruising. It doesn't matter as long as she is in a car the scenery passing her by. Hell she doesn't even need to always be the one to drive, she also just enjoys being in a car just going somewhere. Anywhere. Nowhere.
- Graffiti - She is a graffiti artist, her designs being found all over town.
- Grease, the movie. The songs are catchy and good but the best part of the movie musical is mainly the car and the song, Grease Lightning. It is the reason her first car was a 1946 Ford convertible that she painted to be just like the one in the movie.
- Car Makeovers - She has a talent for painting cars and designing a whole new look for the exterior and interior. She runs a Body Shop out of her garage for anyone willing to pay, although she will do it for her friends for only the price of food.
- Racing. She doesn't race herself, but she enjoys watching her friends race along with strangers racing.
- Vintage - she loves dressing in a modern vintage style along with collecting vintage records. Malori has a special appreciation of anything considered vintage in the world, especially cars and records as stated before.
| | D I S L I K E S | |
- Running - why run when you can drive?
- Romance - her parents are divorced and her father seems to have a new girlfriend every week, not to mention her tries at romance have only ended poorly so she stopped trying. Her family just seems to be Bad at Love.
- Bugs, have you seen some of those creepier ones...
- Seafood
- Ugly Cars. Just let her do her magic so it isn't that ugly puke green.
| | F E A R S | |
- Ending up like her parents, loveless and divorced.
- Fire, small fires like campfires are fine from a distance but things like bonfires freak her out
- Dying young
D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T
"My past?
You wanna know it?
Not happening.
Maybe one day you will be worthy of knowing, today isn't the day."
A C A D E M I C S
| | E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R A C T I V I T I E S | |
| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |
- Street races
- Skipping school
| | B E S T & W O R S T S U B J E C T S | |
| B E S T |
- Art
- Auto Body Shop - well minus the mechanical half of stuff, so it is her best and worst
| W O R S T |
- Auto Body Shop - the mechanical side of it
- English Lit
E X T R A N O T E S
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1. The Unholy Trinity is the original 'HOT' girls group name. It's now HOT girls because Hailey, Ophelia, and Trixie spell out H.O.T. with their first initials.
2. The Candies are lead by one of the HOT girls Ophelia, who doesn't quite understand the true purpose of the candies yet. The true purpose is love with some matchmaking mixed in.
3. The Elite was lead by the one and only Bryant O'Connor consisting of five boys total. Five people who actually stood against the Trinity. Now the Elite is left to Connor's song Damian, the hope is that he will follow in his father's footsteps and create a group to stand against the new Unholy Trinity, the H.O.T. Girls.
2. The Candies are lead by one of the HOT girls Ophelia, who doesn't quite understand the true purpose of the candies yet. The true purpose is love with some matchmaking mixed in.
3. The Elite was lead by the one and only Bryant O'Connor consisting of five boys total. Five people who actually stood against the Trinity. Now the Elite is left to Connor's song Damian, the hope is that he will follow in his father's footsteps and create a group to stand against the new Unholy Trinity, the H.O.T. Girls.
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Sarah Rosen
"If you ain't first you're last."
| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |
- Nova
| | A G E | |
16, 12/12
| | G E N D E R | |
Female
| | S E X U A L I T Y | |
Bisexual
| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |
Single
| | O C C U P A T I O N | |
Twitch Streamer
| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |
Junior
| | R O L E | |
Gamer
W H O A M I ?
| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |
- Sarah is a shotcaller for her CSGO team
- Plays anchor/shallow roams and assaulter on Siege
- Plays mid/ADC in League
- DPS in Overwatch
- Sarah has an undying loyalty for Nvidia and Intel products. AMD can suck it.
- Additionally, she has a very strong preference for Cherry MX Red switches, and types at 100+ WPM
- Drinks water once a week.
| | D R E A M S | |
Sarah wants to be a professional eSports athlete.
| | L I K E S | |
- Video games (duh)
- Her cat, Ben Catfleck
- Doritos (Cool Ranch)
- Gatorade
- Her bed
| | D I S L I K E S | |
- Mountain Dew, funnily enough. She doesn't like the flavor of it.
- Toxic people
- Interacting with other people, because typically they don't understand her
- Being outside in general.
| | F E A R S | |
Sarah's greatest fear is the internet and video games suddenly disappearing from existence. That won't ever happen, though, hopefully.
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D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T
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| | H I S T O R Y | |
So, you have people who actually didn't want to have kids adopting their deadbeat sister's daughter after she overdosed on heroin and died. Sarah never met her mom outside of being a baby, where she was much too young to remember anything about those days. Instead, her current parents are actually her biological aunt and uncle. But, that didn't mean that they wanted to adopt Sarah. They were in the crowd where they didn't want to have kids because they found them to be too much of a nuisance and just overall not really up their alley. However, as much as they didn't want to be involved, Sarah was very well a piece of their blood and flesh just being left alone and without parents. As a result, Sarah was taken in by her aunt and uncle despite their wishes and took on the responsibility of raising their niece.
But it didn't mean they did a great job. Most of the time, they stuck Sarah in front of a screen of some sort, whether it'd be an iPad or a television or a computer. They figured that it did a better job of keeping her company and entertained than the two of them could. Were they willing to feed, bathe, and change her poopy diapers? Yeah, they were. But they didn't know how to interact with her for the most part. Sesame Street carried the task of raising Sarah on its back until it was time for her to go to school. Due to the fact that she didn't really interact with other people as a wee lass, she didn't really know how to interact with her future peers.
To this day, she still doesn't. In person, Sarah is about as awkward as you could get. A lot of social situations and cues go over her head. It's not that she doesn't recognize them, she just doesn't know how to react to them because she's never been in that sort of situation before. However, life digitally was much, much different for her. The online world was where she thrives most, mostly because she loses herself in video games and tries to escape the harsh reality of - well - existing. As a result of her attempts to escape from reality, she had gained quite the skill in the various video games that she'd played. Ironically, she spends three days per week talking to strangers on the internet while she plays video games, while she struggles to interact with people she's known since preschool.
But it didn't mean they did a great job. Most of the time, they stuck Sarah in front of a screen of some sort, whether it'd be an iPad or a television or a computer. They figured that it did a better job of keeping her company and entertained than the two of them could. Were they willing to feed, bathe, and change her poopy diapers? Yeah, they were. But they didn't know how to interact with her for the most part. Sesame Street carried the task of raising Sarah on its back until it was time for her to go to school. Due to the fact that she didn't really interact with other people as a wee lass, she didn't really know how to interact with her future peers.
To this day, she still doesn't. In person, Sarah is about as awkward as you could get. A lot of social situations and cues go over her head. It's not that she doesn't recognize them, she just doesn't know how to react to them because she's never been in that sort of situation before. However, life digitally was much, much different for her. The online world was where she thrives most, mostly because she loses herself in video games and tries to escape the harsh reality of - well - existing. As a result of her attempts to escape from reality, she had gained quite the skill in the various video games that she'd played. Ironically, she spends three days per week talking to strangers on the internet while she plays video games, while she struggles to interact with people she's known since preschool.
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- BHHS Gaming Club
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Chloe Grace Moretz
Chloe Grace Moretz
| | N I C K N A M E (S) | |
- Harley
- Blackbird
| | A G E | |
17, 11/21
| | G E N D E R | |
Female
| | S E X U A L I T Y | |
Hetero with some curiosities
| | R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S | |
Single
| | O C C U P A T I O N | |
She is currently looking for a job, but does photography and calls her business idea "Blackbird Studios"
| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |
Junior
| | R O L E | |
Burners/Skaters/Emos/Goths/Rebels
She floats around these influencers
She floats around these influencers
| | H A B I T S | Q U I R K S | O D D I T I E S | |
- Twirls her hair around her fingers when in distress
- Has very very sticky fingers when it comes to clothing and makeup
- She has a head twitch that happens occasionally, nothing sets it off in particular. Looks like she is nodding her head twice.
- Takes random videos/pictures at times for her own personal 'memory collection', she downloads them all into an external harddrive and hides it in her room.
| | D R E A M S | |
"I mean like....I think my biggest dream would be to become famous or something. Maybe a model, that'd be so cool. Travel all over the world, I'd take my sister with me everywhere I cant like leave her behind like that. Honestly she'd kill me....if I ever became a fashion designer I'd make her my model. Oh man that'd be so dope, a fucking fashion designer! Can you imagine? I can. So dope.".
| | L I K E S | |
- Buying new clothes, always
- Hanging out with her sister
- Impressing the boys
- Horror movies
- Sneaking out with her sister
- Emo/Alternative/Pop Punk Music
- Makeup
- Taking pictures
- Trying anything once
- Cats
- Aggressive guys
- Dressing her sister up and making her model for her
- Alcohol
| | D I S L I K E S | |
- Being turned down
- Forced conversations
- Being ignored
- Greasy food
- When her sister steals her clothes
- When her mother tries to be a mother
- Spiders
- Anyone who hurts her sister
- Missing out on anything
- The sound that emits from her mothers bedroom
- Doctors offices
| | F E A R S | |
There are quite a few things that get her blood rushing and pulse rising, one being the thought of losing her sister. Harlow has leaned on Eden in times of need, and always found comfort in her - she was blessed in some way to have her best friend be her sister. If she ever were to lose her Harlow has mentioned a few times that she'd just kill herself.
Aside from this major loss that frightens the young girl, she has very remedial things that cause her to freak out. She is a classic girl in the sense that snakes and spiders will get a good scream out of her, she isn't a fan of heights, and refuses to sleep in the same room as a porcelain doll. They've always freaked her out since she was a small child, the movie Chucky didn't help.
Aside from this major loss that frightens the young girl, she has very remedial things that cause her to freak out. She is a classic girl in the sense that snakes and spiders will get a good scream out of her, she isn't a fan of heights, and refuses to sleep in the same room as a porcelain doll. They've always freaked her out since she was a small child, the movie Chucky didn't help.
| | H I S T O R Y | |
Harlow could drone on about her past, but quite frankly she didn't know much about it and also didn't care to elaborate on how her mother was a raging whore. The only true blessing Harlow could think of in her life was the day that Eden was born and graced this earth. The two would become inseparable once old enough, and this would begin their life long friendship. If it wasn't for Eden, Harlow was certain she wouldn't have made it through all the long moaning nights that escaped from behind their mothers bedroom door. Of course, this all began after Eden's father left when they were at the ages of 3 and 2. She personally didn't remember too much about him. It didn't matter if she remembered anyone anyways, when there seemed to be a different guy each and every month. As often as men rotated through their lives so did babysitters. None of them stayed long thanks to their mothers extravagant lifestyle - ensuring she'd be home by 9 but slipping in far more later than what she promised. The extra compensation never worked to keep any of them around.
Growing up to a mother that acknowledged you but was rarely around was a rather interesting life to lead. Thankfully Harlow had Eden in her life and was never truly left alone. Though their mother supplied them with just about anything they wanted, it didn't stop Harlow from picking apart their mothers closet and playing dress up. Harlow could usually be found there - wearing her makeup, putting on clothes that were sizes far too big for her and parading around the house like some model. Eventually she began to make Eden her model and would dress her up for hours. Her own personal living and breathing Barbie doll, though Eden didn't seem to mind at all. Harlow always showed a love for fashion, makeup, and posing in front of cameras. So it was always known that they were gonna play dressup at least once a day.
When the girls hit their teens Harlows love for fashion continued to flourish, so much so that she picked up another new hobbie. Stealing. She was a bit of klepto these days, her hands were magnets to anything that spoke to her. She was stealing anything from her mothers credit card, which stopped after she memorized it, to shoes, clothes and makeup from the outlet shops. Harlow never considered her sisters feelings on the matter, then again Eden was caught wearing her clothes all the time so it must've not bothered her that bad. Everything she stole was documented through her camera, that she also stole, videos and pictures galore of her parading around in the stolen goods. Harlow hadn't a care in the world about the situation, as long as she was getting what she wanted. But as life goes, her luck had run out and was caught in a higher end local shop with over $100 of their clothes in her bag. Her mother attempted to give her a parental speech on the way home from picking her up from the Sheriffs office, but those words fell on deaf ears. It always bothered Harlow when she tried to be an actual mother.
Apparently Harlow's stunt was rather "embarrassing" and they needed a new fresh start somewhere far far from the Chicago area. Apparently the Sheriff that picked her up was one of her Mothers flings and well...there went her luck with the rest of the Officers. A few days later their mother sat the girls down and made the announcement.
"Language. But yes, I'm serious. Pack your stuff up, movers will be here in a few days to grab everything and we're driving there. I've already bought a house, it'll be a fresh, clean slate". Her eyes narrowed at Harlow, but the girls were looking to each other. A small devilish smile placed on both of their faces, eyes gleaming with excitement. Beverly Hills was what she wanted. Harlow was enthralled it'd put her closer to being able to reach her dream in fashion. So of course right after this news she yelled out hugging her mom in a very rare moment and dashed upstairs to begin to pack. Squeals of excitement could be heard from her room as she dreamed of walking the runway, owning her own clothing line, becoming some kind of fashion icon in society.
This was it.
Growing up to a mother that acknowledged you but was rarely around was a rather interesting life to lead. Thankfully Harlow had Eden in her life and was never truly left alone. Though their mother supplied them with just about anything they wanted, it didn't stop Harlow from picking apart their mothers closet and playing dress up. Harlow could usually be found there - wearing her makeup, putting on clothes that were sizes far too big for her and parading around the house like some model. Eventually she began to make Eden her model and would dress her up for hours. Her own personal living and breathing Barbie doll, though Eden didn't seem to mind at all. Harlow always showed a love for fashion, makeup, and posing in front of cameras. So it was always known that they were gonna play dressup at least once a day.
When the girls hit their teens Harlows love for fashion continued to flourish, so much so that she picked up another new hobbie. Stealing. She was a bit of klepto these days, her hands were magnets to anything that spoke to her. She was stealing anything from her mothers credit card, which stopped after she memorized it, to shoes, clothes and makeup from the outlet shops. Harlow never considered her sisters feelings on the matter, then again Eden was caught wearing her clothes all the time so it must've not bothered her that bad. Everything she stole was documented through her camera, that she also stole, videos and pictures galore of her parading around in the stolen goods. Harlow hadn't a care in the world about the situation, as long as she was getting what she wanted. But as life goes, her luck had run out and was caught in a higher end local shop with over $100 of their clothes in her bag. Her mother attempted to give her a parental speech on the way home from picking her up from the Sheriffs office, but those words fell on deaf ears. It always bothered Harlow when she tried to be an actual mother.
Apparently Harlow's stunt was rather "embarrassing" and they needed a new fresh start somewhere far far from the Chicago area. Apparently the Sheriff that picked her up was one of her Mothers flings and well...there went her luck with the rest of the Officers. A few days later their mother sat the girls down and made the announcement.
"Language. But yes, I'm serious. Pack your stuff up, movers will be here in a few days to grab everything and we're driving there. I've already bought a house, it'll be a fresh, clean slate". Her eyes narrowed at Harlow, but the girls were looking to each other. A small devilish smile placed on both of their faces, eyes gleaming with excitement. Beverly Hills was what she wanted. Harlow was enthralled it'd put her closer to being able to reach her dream in fashion. So of course right after this news she yelled out hugging her mom in a very rare moment and dashed upstairs to begin to pack. Squeals of excitement could be heard from her room as she dreamed of walking the runway, owning her own clothing line, becoming some kind of fashion icon in society.
This was it.
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- Soccer, surprisingly she's decent at it
- Photography, of course this fashion oriented diva is in Photography class. You can usually find her taking part in the yearbook.
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- Math, only mildly decent at it because of her shopping addiction.
- Art, absolutely excels here and is always involved.
| W O R S T |
- Science, she only picks her head up when something is being lit on fire.
- Foreign Language - "Come again?"
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Tiffany Le Tran
"You wanna get boba?"
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- Tiff
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16, 6/1
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Female
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Heteroflexible
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Single
| | O C C U P A T I O N | |
She's too young to have a job.
| | C L A S S I F I C A T I O N | |
Junior
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TBA
| | L I K E S & D I S L I K E S | |
- Korean BBQ
- Boba
- EDM
- Raves
- Fake eyelashes (she wears them anyway tho)
- Bing, the search engine. Yeah, it's still a thing.
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| | H I S T O R Y | |
"Okay. So, like, I'm Tiffany. Uh.. I was born in Westminster, California. Shout out to the SGV for keepin' it reaaalll. My mom and dad own a store in the Phuoc Loc Tho. I think they sell like... Buddha stuff? I don't know how to explain it in terms that you guys would understand. My family's pretty big on Buddhism. Anyway, my parents are like 44 right now. My mom had to take over this business after she graduated from college because my grandma and grandpa weren't feeling so good. So, y'know, being the way we are, I spent a lot of time in that shop. I know that place like the back of my hand, and I can tell you what every shelf has.
But if you bitches wanna know where I'm really from, I'm Vietnamese. In the 1980s or so, nearly a hundred years ago, my grandparents immigrated here from Vietnam because you know it be over there. Trashy shit and communists. First thing they did? Open up that motherfuckin' store. Buddha's big with us, so you know the best thing to do is to pander to that. Supply and demand, y'know? Got a lot of Buddhists in the area who need shit to bow down to... I think you can see where that's headed. My parents... my mom went to UCLA and graduated with a degree in business administration, and my dad also graduated with a degree in computer science from UCLA. Then they had my sister and I, and now we're here just chillin in Beverly Hills High and getting this breaaaad. Ayy.
Why do you wanna know my grades? That's a little personal, isn't it? I- I think I have.... straight As. Yeah, I've got straight As right now. Have I ever done drugs? Yeah. I've... done stuff, but I don't really like it that much. It melts your brain. I also don't like raves, either. It's too loud and it makes my ears hurt. But my friends go, so I go."
But if you bitches wanna know where I'm really from, I'm Vietnamese. In the 1980s or so, nearly a hundred years ago, my grandparents immigrated here from Vietnam because you know it be over there. Trashy shit and communists. First thing they did? Open up that motherfuckin' store. Buddha's big with us, so you know the best thing to do is to pander to that. Supply and demand, y'know? Got a lot of Buddhists in the area who need shit to bow down to... I think you can see where that's headed. My parents... my mom went to UCLA and graduated with a degree in business administration, and my dad also graduated with a degree in computer science from UCLA. Then they had my sister and I, and now we're here just chillin in Beverly Hills High and getting this breaaaad. Ayy.
Why do you wanna know my grades? That's a little personal, isn't it? I- I think I have.... straight As. Yeah, I've got straight As right now. Have I ever done drugs? Yeah. I've... done stuff, but I don't really like it that much. It melts your brain. I also don't like raves, either. It's too loud and it makes my ears hurt. But my friends go, so I go."
A C A D E M I C S
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- Surprisingly enough, Tiffany is a member of every community service club on campus (and she's active in all of them too.)
- Tiffany is also on the Mathlete team, but don't let anyone know that.
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Gina Darling
Gina Darling
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Emily Bijan
"Interesting."
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- N/A
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17, 8/4
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Female
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Bisexual
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Single
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Freelance Writer for Buzzfeed (nobody knows its actually her tho)
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Senior
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Prep
| | L I K E S & D I S L I K E S | |
- Books
- Cheeseburgers
- The Tennessee Titans
- The Houston Texans/Indianapolis Colts/Jacksonville Jaguars
- When people don't take a shower and let themselves marinate in their sweat.
- Blueberries. They're not even blue.
D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T
| | H I S T O R Y | |
"I was born in Nashville, Tennessee, but I only lived there for like a cool minute. As soon as I was popped out of my mom's belly we all moved over to Los Angeles, or Beverly Hills pretty much. I've lived here my whole life, basically. I grew up immersed in the California culture, pretty much. I live and breathe this place, pretty much. There's nothing like it in the entire world and I wouldn't give it up for anything in the world.
Now... now I just do stuff for the school paper. I write about pretty much anything and everything the paper needs me to. I like writing sports, but I've done a little bit of everything. Eventually I want to go to somewhere like UCLA or USC and get a degree in Journalism there. Writing is some really cool stuff, okay? The press is a dying art and we need more people to do so."
Now... now I just do stuff for the school paper. I write about pretty much anything and everything the paper needs me to. I like writing sports, but I've done a little bit of everything. Eventually I want to go to somewhere like UCLA or USC and get a degree in Journalism there. Writing is some really cool stuff, okay? The press is a dying art and we need more people to do so."
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Mia Khalifa
Mia Khalifa
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>A writer for Buzzfeed
>Finally Roz isn't the most hated journalist
>Finally Roz isn't the most hated journalist
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