Aleks fills an understated but constant role in the lives and activities of his friends. He arrived in Beverly Hills by way of his second home, London, in his freshman year. While it was far from unusual to see the child of a Russian oligarch floating around California, Aleks nonetheless made a splash when he arrived, a young, aloof foreigner who looked and dressed like the ghost of James Dean, with all the intense focus and ambition that some of his more easy-going peers lacked. America had quite the culture shock in store for him, even compared to London instead of Russia, but he quickly made himself indispensable to the upper crust of the school thanks to his reliable personality and variety of talents. His female classmates found it easier – and cheaper – to bring along Aleks as a stand-in bodyguard for the evening at clubs or bars; a Russian accent and a cold, implacable stare were as good for warding off fuckboys as a pair of fists. For his male friends, he proved to be a reliable wingman, erudite and charming enough to fit into any double date scenario even if he never followed through on his end of the date, able to hold conversation without stealing it from his compatriot.

It also helps to have a friend who is used to hopping through time zones; it’s rumored that Aleks never actually sleeps for very long, or at least sleeps with one eye on his phone. If someone sends him a text asking for help in the middle of the night, they will receive not a response over iMessage but a fully-formed, alert-looking Aleks in the flesh. He’s given rides (or, maybe more accurately, getaways) to drunk or belligerent friends at all hours of the night, even on days where school might only be a few painfully short hours away. Drunken car crash? Aleks is there with a AAA card to swear he was in the vehicle with you. Need an alibi for your whereabouts and don’t know who would back your story? Text Aleks with your story and he will fill it in with a novelist’s detail.

Always willing to let some of the more flamboyant and needy personalities in his life take center stage, Aleks reliably fills a niche in the lives of all around him without ever demanding too much in return. Maybe he is just a generous soul who doesn’t like to bother his friends; maybe he has just found the extra hours of the day to solve his own problems in addition to those around him; maybe he’s just not interested. The Russian is a puzzle, one that some of his friends may find irresistible to solve.

Amazing hair; occasional mysterious facial scrapes or wounds; black, thorny circlular tattoo on the back of his right hand; twin diamond stud piercings; usually wearing a leather jacket or a well-worn pink hoodie.

Lotus Elise Cup 260
Top Speed: 151 mph
Championship Gold, of course.
Bought and shipped by way of his family’s address in the UK.

Aleks, usually calm and composed in the face of any of his or his friends’ dilemmas, has been growing increasingly restless in the last few months. Secretly, he is growing tired of America and has become unable to find good enough reasons to justify staying past his graduation, especially with the potential breakup of the Gearheads.

If someone want to discuss the details of your relationships with Aleks, they can – and often will - do so. But don’t ask about the girls or boys he steps out with when they go on group dates. They never last, and trying to push for juicy details beyond his usual, brusque explanation that ”It didn’t work out.” leads to snappy replies and colder stares than usual.

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Aleks was born in Russia, but didn't spend most of his life there. He grew up in London around the fashion circuit, an interest that will probably prove to be lifelong. For a time he dreamed of being a model like his mother, but the lifestyle proved to be too intensive for someone with such varied interests, and he gave up after a series of childhood modeling gigs. He also realized that his options in the United Kingdom were fairly limited, especially with growing tensions between his home nation and the nation where he spent so much of his life. That, plus a cultural fascination with the American dream (and American high school experience) caused him to relocate at the age of fourteen. He tried New York first, but he didn't agree with the culture.

California was sunnier, something which wreaked havoc on his skin for a time, but he also found it more inviting, the rich kids were nicer...and there were more chances for him to learn to drive. It was that fixation, the feeling of owning a car and pushing it to its limit, that first caused him to fall in with the Gearheads and become their go-to problem solver and secret keeper. In four years, this role has never chafed him or caused any sort of discomfort; he actually seemed to relish the idea of being needed so much to do such a variety of things for friends.

The only times he ever seemed to grow upset or implacable were the rare occasions when his own private life - usually messy breakups which he failed to contain - hit the group's radar and became a source for gossip.

Steakhouse fare.

Bitch, self-centered, materialistic, two-faced, whore, Jesus, could the list go on, and on, and on, and... you get the point. Sure, Astraia was one of the “it” girls, and sure she probably blew your boyfriend in the backseat of her brand new Tesla (yes her daddy bought it for her) before Fifth period Calculus with Mr. Hamelin, and who knows maybe she is flicking the bean of the assistant Cheer coach after Wednesday night practice... Ask yourself, honestly, does any of that matter while you’re throwing back shots of Ciroc, bumping nasties with some C-List celebrity, and taking a go on the water slide in her backyard at her mansion in Calabasas? No, it doesn’t matter now and 10 years from now it won’t matter then. If she was as shitty as people made her out to be why would a loser like you, show up to all of her parties? Exactly.

Wild and rich are words she picked for herself. Astraia spent her money solely because she had it, and lived for experiences in the moment, despite consequences that were sure to follow. Between her father’s expansive real estate portfolio and her mother’s fashion line, she had enough connections and money to go around. Astraia’s love for cars was garnered through loving memories of spending summer days helping her grandfather (aka best friend) fix up his old 1960 Aston Martin DB5 at his home in Pozuelo de Alarcón in Madrid. Which naturally led her to the only group of people she continuously stood by.

To the Gearheads, and to her beloved family she was goofy, overly affectionate, fiercely loyal, and terribly honest about her feelings. Astraia shared her father’s steeled fortitude when it came to conquering her objectives, and her mother’s overwhelming urge to throw herself into her passions.

Perfect beachy waves, and sunkissed balayage. The Cartier bracelet her grandfather had gotten for his wife, and left for her in his passing.

2020 White Tesla Roadster
Top Speed: 250
Perk: Self-Driving
Specs
Performance wise the fastest car she has, though not the most expensive nor the most sentimental. The auto-pilot really makes it hard to drive the other cars in her garage, plus launching this 0-60 in 1.9s is exhilarating.

Now that she's graduated, her current flings seem to think she's ready to commit to them, so instead of dealing with the drama she thrust herself into this roadtrip and kept her phone on 'Do Not Disturb'.

Astraia tries to avoid the topic of love, and gets irritated quickly when people probe and try to figure our where her "issues" with it originate.

Purchasing her Abuelo’s villa from her Tia with her own hard earned money and spending her life there with a pack of her own dogs.

Failing to carry on her grandfather’s legacy, losing herself, never falling in love.

✔ All the sex. (of the consensual nature)
✔ Trashy Reality TV
✔ Spicy food.
✖ Ditzy/Airhead/Unintentional stupidity.
✖ Business negotiations
✖ Traveling in first class and getting a plane w/o the pods... What's the point?

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Born and raised in California to two immigrant parents of different cultures, but of the same affluence. Astraia's mother comes from old money and moved to the U.S. to pursue her love for fashion where she met her husband who was quickly establishing a name for himself in the States, and the two of them dominated the social ladder together. Now the two, who were often features in Forbes 30 under 30, split their time between business and parenting their "Estrellita", Astraia.

Astraia spent her school year in the same school system in Beverly Hills from Elementary to High school. Though her summer vacations and spring breaks were spent all over the world. Early on most of her summer break was spent between Spain and Italy where she spent equal time with both her grandparents. When her maternal grandfather died in the winter of 8th grade she stopped visiting Spain and accompanied her father on his lengthy trips to South Korea where he was expanding his apartment holdings, where she found her interest in Taekwondo.

Freshman year she had dropped the majority of her "friends", who were quick to damn her when she wasn't providing them fun trips, connections or even in some cases money. Astraia experienced similar things with the groups she hung out with throughout High School, if they weren't cursing her they were trying to get into her pants or her wallet. Despite her lack of consistent acquaintances, she was lucky enough to land a group of friends that she could always go home to.

Paella or Pasta all'Amatriciana