---

Name: Tim Conner

Alias: Delinquent, thug, basketcase, asshole, scumbag... really, a lot of insults could be considered "aliases" for him, though they are not names he particularly enjoys.

Namesake: Tim Commerford, bass and backing vocals for various bands such as Rage Against the Machine, Audioslave, and Prophets of Rage.

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Birthday: 19th July, 2002

Zodiac: Cancer

Chinese Zodiac: Horse

Appearance: Tim isn't weak in and of himself, but he's not the strongest person in the world either. Combining with his height of 5'6" and weight of 124 lbs, it's hard to say he's intimidating, at least when he isn't scowling at everybody.

Personality: Tim is a real douchebag. Just ask anyone, or heck, just look at how he dresses and acts like a total thug! Complete asshole. Except, that's a very surface-level interpretation of his character, despite his aggression toward others. For one thing, he's pretty intelligent, enough to realise that just because the society he lives in isn't the absolute worst version of itself, doesn't mean there aren't very glaring flaws in how it functions, albeit describing how it's wrong in precise detail escapes him - he's only young, after all. He consequently puts up a front against others, one of disrespect and delinquency, because he can't exactly respect people who are slaves to a system that hates them. Equally, though, he can't truly hate them just for being stupid, and in reality, he is quite self-conscious, not keen on engaging in fights most of the time, and very anxious about how the rich might crush him to nothing under their heel; thus, whilst he might lash out verbally, his bark tends to be much worse than his bite, unless you really are somebody who controls how things are.

Short Biography: Born to a family with modest prospects at best, Tim grew up watching his parents work as hard as they could to provide for him, and yet never truly escaping the proverbial rat race. They way they were told, and the way they told him, "hard work pays off" - and yet, the reality of their hard work for little gain seemed to disprove that constantly. Even as Tim grew older, he watched his dad finally enter a more promising career path that could afford to put him into better education, only to witness how listless his father seemed to become thanks to his job, almost like it was sucking out his soul in exchange for that comfort and security.

It also afforded the family a few luxuries. For Tim, it afforded a fairly nice smartphone. He would use this phone constantly throughout his early teens, looking up information about "the American dream" and "corporate culture" and such, and whilst he could well have been directed to content that would reassure him that all was well, the algorithms behind his searches directed him toward much more radical content - content that suggested the world was screwed, content that said it was the fault of the rich, content that provided statistics which soured Tim to the idea of any dreams being feasible for his social class, let alone American. And so, whilst he kept going to high school for the time being, he found himself falling into crowds that others might find unacceptably crude, but who agreed with him when it came to how screwed up America was, and through this outlet cemented himself as the delinquent of the schoolground - unapproachable, mean, resentful, but not necessarily underperforming despite himself.

Quirk:

• At any given moment, there is a good chance Tim will be on his phone instead of looking at the world around him.
• Whilst not actually suicidal, he has a tendency to claim he wants to off himself the moment something goes even slightly wrong. This habit may or may not be derived from his anxiety.
• Don't talk to him about money. He will get angry with you, sometimes incoherently so.

Other: Expect lots of swearing from him, even as a friend. Also, the other delinquents he hangs out with are presented below:

---

Name: Yuyu Young

Alias: None

Namesake: None

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Birthday: October 13th, 2002

Zodiac: Libra

Chinese Zodiac: Horse

Appearance: She’s shorter than average with a thin build. She dresses like Wednesday Addams.

Personality: Yuyu has a whimsical, childlike aura about her, but one with an overtone of darkness. She revels in the spooky and disturbing; the occult, the melancholy and the offbeat are what she loves the most. She has a dry sense of humor and a deadpan tone of voice that rarely wavers, even in tense situations. Despite her seemingly serene nature, she can often be petty and vengeful. She hides it well, but she isn't mature in the slightest.

Short Biography: Yuyu’s parents are a mortician and a taxidermist, thus she was exposed to the macabre from a very young age. As a kid, she would teach her friends what death was long before their parents were ready to tell them. This led to her traumatizing a lot of kids and gaining a reputation as kind of a creep.

In high school, she’s the weirdo who usually keeps to herself, reading books on witchcraft and making odd-looking stuffed animals. She’s not exactly ostracized; she’s nice enough to everyone she talks to, but she doesn’t make much effort to make friends. Some theorize that something happened to her to make her the way she is, but in reality she’s had a relatively normal life and her dark interests are just part of her personality.

Quirk: She has a hobby of making small plushies, usually with odd anatomy and a patchwork aesthetic. She often takes out her sewing kit and felt when she’s bored.

Other: Her laugh sounds like a creepy little girl in a horror movie.

---

---

Name: Charlotte Goodwynn
Alias: Charlie
Namesake: Good Charlotte

Age: 18
Gender: Female

Birthday: November 7th, 2000
Zodiac: Scorpio
Chinese Zodiac: Dragon

Appearance:Charlotte is 5'11" tall (181cm) and weighs 183 lbs (83kg). She's most commonly described as a colorful individual, in part because of her green and orange highlights. She's most commonly seen wearing her mother's red baseball jacket combined with either a skirt or a pair of shorts with ripped hems. Her favorite pair of sneakers is green and orange, just like her highlights. It's plain to see Charlotte takes good care of herself, with her being both squeaky-clean and faintly muscular. She smells vaguely like oranges.

Personality:
The first thing people tend to notice about Charlotte is that she always appears to be in a good mood, and despite the mischief hidden in her grin, or perhaps because of it, people tend to find her pretty approachable... Which makes the second thing they often notice only more of a shock. Charlotte is straightforward to a fault. She doesn't lie about anything, not even things that most people would consider little white lies, which regularly causes her to hurt someone's feelings. She isn't exactly soft-spoken either, though she does try to save her cussing for people that truly disgust her.

Despite this, Charlotte is nothing if not caring. She's notorious for the time she tracked someone through the entire school after a small incident where she confronted a pair of particularly nasty girls for lying to a classmate of theirs and mocking them behind their back after they'd left the classroom. Said classmate was (un)fortunate enough to walk back in right as Charlotte was "scolding" the girls, which caused a bit of a stir. In the end, Charlotte skipped class in order to look for- and comfort the unfortunate student, earning her detention and a reputation.

Short Biography:
Charlotte was born to a wealthy father and a mother with a criminal record. When they inevitably divorced, Charlotte was left in her father's custody. This was when she was barely six, and she only has vague memories of her mother. In the past she's tried looking for her mother, only to be stopped by her father or his assistants. In the present she's occupied with studying, but in the future, she's determined to try again.

Her father was often busy and when he wasn't he'd regularly come home with new girlfriends. None of them were her mother however, and she's hated all of them almost as badly as she did her father. In her teens, this resulted in Charlotte developing a habit of staying outside until late. One such day, when she was just barely 18, Charlotte had gone outside despite feeling a a little sickly. Her father had prepared a special dinner for her and his latest girlfriend, and Charlotte had no desire to partake in it. On her way to the the place where she often hung out with her friends she was knocked over when someone ran into her. She felt a painful sensation above her left breast and saw the man who'd ran into her as well as several others simply keep running as her vision faded.

Later, she'd wake up in a hospital bed, haunted by some sort of quiet but terribly gaudy ghost. It caused more than a little stress at first, but life went on.

Quirk:
Charlotte rarely hesitates to comment on things that bother her and is perhaps a bit intrusive with her fussing.

Other:
-Charlotte has a decently sizable allowance as a compromise to her unabashedly using her father's credit card to buy things.
-Charlotte is friendly with a strange pair that always causes people to think she's being harassed. Not because anything's ever actually happening, but rather because these friends are in their late 20s and look like gang punks.

Name: Ciaran Corrs
Alias: C.C.
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Birthday: June 21st, 2001
Zodiac: Cancer
Chinese Zodiac: Snake

Appearance

Ciaran is a tall young man standing at 6' with a decently toned body, an average frame, and a mirthful smirk. He has a fair skinned complexion with no blemishes aside from the few freckles that dot his cheeks, with a few around his collar bone as well. Along with that, his nose is straight and sharp to a pint and he proudly displays a smooth angular chin. Furthermore, he has warm red eyes that seem almost on the glazed side most of the time, with an untamed mane of messy, messy hair.

Usually wearing whatever he finds to fancy at the moment, which is a code for what he considers stylish. What suffices for now is a simple black dress shirt with a thin white coat with extravagantly designed crosses that are not only around the cuffs, but act also as epaulets. Following that up is his own red scarf he knitted up that he wears like a feather boa. Finally, to finish it off, he also wears black silk gloves, dress pants and either shoes or high heels.

Personality

Ciaran is a peculiar character to say the least; despite what has transpired in his life, he generally comes off as a generally upbeat and outgoing person, doing his best to radiate positivity. Of course, the cost of this all is that he tends to seemingly live life in his own little world, uninhibited by any sorts of expectations placed upon him. He really could care less about what other people think of him, to the point where he carelessly wears what he considers his thoughts on his sleeve. Often at times, this can give off the impression that he's a clueless ditz or a hopeless romantic.

Despite first impressions, Ciaran is surprisingly distrustful of other people, and at times, can come off as an impulsive liar. While he does have certain charms, he would more than likely want to see the truth for himself rather than be spoon fed it by another person. However, there are caveats to this, as he does work on sources; while he will be dubious, he will tend to have a little more faith in primary rather than secondary or tertiary sources, but will work to confirm it himself.

Also has an irrational phobia of ice creams due to one too many brain freezes, experiences that resulted in him throwing up, his own father giving them to him after a day at work, and getting the wrong flavor.

History

Stands have always been a quintessential part of Ciarans life, especially due to his own heritage. His own mother was a stand user herself (and a future member of the Speedwagon Foundation), as well as his father being a member of the Speedwagon Foundation. Now, this is where Ciaran's hectic childhood came into play, and due to his parents always being assigned to track down the arrows, he constantly moved from place to place, oblivious to not only their actual jobs, but about the existence of stands as well.

The way they raised Ciaran would come to affect him in a multitude of ways, primarily concerning his own connections with other people, including his own parents. He might of been able to see more of the world than the average person would, it was a quiet, isolated experience. Other kids who could of possibly been his friends would vanish in the blink of an eye, as they constantly moved from one place to the next. Along with that, he had a somewhat strained relationship with his own parents; it didn't help that they could never give a straight answer for the type of job they had, with answers ranging from being a travel agent to working as English teachers. It didn't help that he would be plagued by inconsistencies that he noticed, especially when it came to co-workers who would sometimes examine the young boy. He remained skeptical about them, poking them with uncomfortable questions to his parents true jobs, and they always scooted around the point.

Of course, while the time they spent in certain areas became longer and longer, Ciaran knew this time wouldn't last. Currently he and his parents are living in New York for "business reasons," or whatever excuse they came up with this time. Whatever the case was, Ciaran continued going through the motions of life, making new acquaintances, learn new thinks about this place on a regular basis, and generally just drifting through life.

Quirks

• Dem Legs Tho: While not much of a professional fighter (or fighter in general, considers himself more of a lover), he not only can stretch his legs in any direction without much trouble and also considers himself to have the sexiest legs around.

Other

• High Heels Expert: Ciaran doesn't seem to struggle with walking in high heels, let alone running... ok, maybe just a little, but still. May or may not have more brand name high heels than regular shoes.
• Sewing: A hobby he does in his free time; usually stitching together patchwork old clothes to give them a little more life, or creating something like the scarf you see in the picture.