Eighteen, (21st of November )

Female

Pansexual - She wants a taste of everyone.

Single

Senior

Diana stands at 176cm (5'10") with a vampiric figure known to look fit and well shaped. At first glance, she has long, wavy, yet unruly black hair, deep brown eyes portray this playful but lusty look, a well-shaped nose, lips only a vampire could have, and fair, barely pale skin. But what really separates Diana from everyone else is her pointed ears, it is rare that she exposes her ears but it is often the first thing people see. She is often daunted in goth makeup, that is not too heavy but clearly shows that she is part of that club.

She has pierced ears, and a pierced nose.

Black, all of her clothes are black. Alright, maybe not all of it, but the majority of her clothes are black, and the rest are dark coloured, with her high sense of fashion, she always makes herself more than presentable most of the time. But in times where she does not care, she dawns a black hoodie, hood up and just walks around in comfy pants.

She wears her uniform like any other student but with thigh high socks.

Diana, from afar, is that person who appears to always be having a good time, she is the type who rarely becomes upset or rarely lets a bad day get to her. Warning: If she makes eye contact with you, run. She is called the vampire for a reason, and that is because she has this reputation of wanting a taste to most of the people she finds attractive and that is what she is known for.

Even with how much she does, everyone knows that she extremely reliable when it comes to actually doing school related things and having a good time. Although when it comes to geography everyone knows she is the one that needs help.

Before Diana wanted a taste of everyone, she was already eating well in her early life. She had been living her early life in Stockholm, Sweden for a good ten years before her father walked out on the family. Diana still does not know what caused her father to leave but after seeing a quarrel with her mother, she assumes it has something to do with it. After the divorce of her parents the two moved to Indiana, and in three years in living there, her mother met another man who was very good to the family and even moved the two to San Francisco.

As good as her life was going at this point, she had noticed that her step-father was soon ignoring here, only really ever using money to make her happy when they get into disagreements or fights. Diana soon grew some distaste for him but he made her mother happy so she just told herself to suck it up and let it be. It was during this time where she started playing games and getting onto online games, which was her first escape.

After finishing middle school, this was when she got her first boyfriend. There is not much to go off, but they did not date for too long since this young lad could not satisfy her, nor did they have a good emotional connection, and that soon became a running theme to the people she dated. She grew up thinking that and continued to date and move on each time she got nothing from the relationship. She then started thinking that no one could satisfy her, so she set out to find this person who can do so physically or emotionally.

Though it was a still early in her life, but that was her goal. But deep down she wishes for a future in professional esports, she just does not want to ruin her image. Maybe this year would be different.

Diana is someone who lacks attention, and her friends know that, but Diana tries her hardest to be on her best behaviour for her friends so that they do not have to work so hard for her. Diana is reliable and is someone anyone can talk to about anything.

She has sadly put herself in a position where her reputation means everything to her and losing means losing who she is and having to start over. That has been her biggest fear for awhile now. The vampire we all know and love truly has a heart to show when the moment is right.

As scared as she is to lose the people she loves, she often does things that push people away, she is not impulsive in any way but sometimes there are these destructive thoughts that echo in her head that she sometimes struggles to keep out. She appreciates being snapped back to reality when this happens. Thankfully, she has not acted in anyway to harm herself but she has come close a few times

Her escape has always been games, her friends know that whenever she replies late to messages she is probably playing her games. Games like League of Legends, Apex Legends, etc. Have been the ones keeping her from doing anything stupid.

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17 (July 16)

Male (He/They)

Demisexual

Recently single.

Senior

James doesn’t seem very well put together. Every morning he arrives with a bedhead that only worsens throughout the day, especially in Chemistry class with the confused head-scratches it generates. His tie is always crooked, if not entirely forgotten. His blazer hasn’t been sighted in months, the boy opting instead for his school sweater when he gets cold. The uniform’s signature colors are made quite unfortunate by the patches of white dust that can always be seen staining his clothes. His hands and face are not exempt from plaster residue either, and it often takes a scolding from a teacher for him to remember to wash it off.

James himself is more noticeable than he’d like to be. Though his eyes and hair are both a natural black, he has thick expressive eyebrows that balance all his features, including the fractured nose that has since been set in place. There still remains a pale scar however, and the angle of his nose is ever so slightly off. Numbers of small scars – and subsequent bandaids – litter the pads of his fingers, all gained from his wire working. The ones on his knuckles had faded years prior. James stands at a wiry 5’ 10” but over the years at Marble Heights his posture seems to be shrinking in, as if he’s consciously trying to make himself smaller.

His casual attire indicates a modest, urban upbringing. Sneakers, sweatpants and a large plain tee is his go-to. He generally prefers looser clothing, or anything that won’t be beyond saving when they inevitably get stained by his art process.

Within a few seconds of talking with him, anyone would be able to tell that this guy doesn’t really… fit. Not at an academy for the offspring of upper-class society anyway. James is too rough around the edges. A little too loud. Too blunt, too honest, almost to a point of ineptitude. It’d be hard for most to believe that he was once one of the kings of the soccer field. The audience at his games would be hard-pressed to not notice the tight unit he’d formed with the captain and center forward. An unstoppable trio, despite all the yellow cards only he seemed to get. This, along with the art awards he’d net for the school, granted him quite the reputation. There was a time when he sat happily at the top of the food chain.

These days he’s just the guy that ‘stole’ the captain’s girlfriend.

James was born and raised in San Francisco by immigrant parents determined to thrust the American Dream upon their children. Whatever their children needed for success; they were willing to spend above their pay grade for it. Piano and violin lessons, tutors, weekend sports. The Xiao brothers were decently occupied, but were they engaged by these extracurricular whims? Not exactly. They would rather spend their afternoons practicing kung fu moves on each other.

The word James would have used for him and his brother was ‘unsuited’. Their parents and relatives would use something closer to ‘ungrateful’. Even from the age of seven and eight, their lack of interest in academics was clear, and it would lead to an increasingly tense home atmosphere for the decade to come. Among the last attempts at hooking the boys on an Ivy League approved extracurricular, James found something that enraptured him: a community hall pottery class. Although the pottery wheel held little interest to him, it was the act of shaping wire and clay that really took hold. He first made a crocodile with his small, eager hands. Then a dog. Then a Bruce Lee doing a flying kick.

The materials were readily available enough for him to purchase for practice at home, even if he was limited to only small figures. As soon as he returned home from school he’d rush to his shared room and open his supplies. He’d spend hours at the home computer following tutorials but, in the end, always experiment on his own. The thing about creativity is that it’s only limited by skill, and even then, James would overcome that barrier at a prodigious rate. His work was paying off. His community class teacher would lend him books for extra study. His parents noticed his skill, and things at home were becoming bearable. School was an entirely different matter.

While James had finally found a passion to occupy his time, the younger Cameron Xiao was not so fortunate. Where James would sit with a grimace and take the brunt of their parents’ former disapproval, Cameron would reject it completely, often storming out of the flat to parts unknown. This behavior manifested in the latter half of middle school, and his disobedience would only escalate to fights with his classmates. But James, an ever-loyal brother, would come to back him up every time. It wouldn’t last, as James would have to take his freshman year of high school alone, but the Xiao brothers gained a reputation among the inner-city schools.

James’ freshman year was interesting to say the least. The ones who knew of the brothers’ escapades assumed he would be as much of a delinquent as Cameron, but they would soon find out for themselves. Getting into fights and only winning half of them didn’t make him a delinquent, it made him a dumb musclehead with an even dumber mouth.

Besides the strange fights he would get into, freshman year was an enlightening experience. More and more of his out-of-school time was being spent getting Cameron out of trouble. His disinterest in his studies was growing too. As he sat in lamplight, working on his sculptures, James wondered if the rest of his time on Earth was going to be like this; a growing listlessness towards the duties of his daily life while his passions would sit on his desk with no one but his family to view them. His salvation once again came from community class teacher.

She suggested some youth art contests for him to enter, as well as a scholarship program for some bougie school outside of his district. He placed high in the former but more importantly, he won the latter. He wasn’t sure about the school itself but it felt really, crazily good to have his art recognized by San Francisco’s elites. He accepted the scholarship offer, a decision that Cameron would hold against him to this day. Transferring for sophomore year may be a challenge but James was willing to put in the work. He’d leave his fights behind, work on his grades and most importantly, continue his sculpting work in a supportive environment. His school life was going to change for the better.

Indeed it did, for the most part. But he’s starting to notice a lot of bumps in the road ahead.

James sits outside of the hierarchy. He’s too loud for an art geek. Doesn’t eat lunch with the jocks anymore. Impulsive. Quickly shovels his food in the first ten minutes then spends the rest of his break in the art studio. He’s still got the energy of a Great Dane but there’s a spark missing in his eyes these days.

He finds it hard to say ‘no’ to requests asked of him. Even if there’s no gain, as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone, it’s fine to put in an extra bit of effort for others, right? People in his proximity will notice that he rarely takes action without making sure he’s got approval for it first. It’s hard to tell who his friends are these days, if he even has any. Ever since that incident right before the end of his Junior year, things have been different. Harder to trust.

The truth of the matter is that maybe he never really had any friends on the soccer team. He wasn’t a prodigy like a lot of the guys on there, he was just decently fit. Maybe they saw the kid that had just transferred in, some middle-class guy in ratty sneakers whose conversations were always a little tilted and awkward, the odd one out, and invited him to their table out of pity. Perhaps it could have grown into something genuine. But pity is pity, and in the end, he forfeited it when he decided to follow his heart.

No one’s bothered to ask if he regrets what he did. But if they did, he’d answer firmly.

“She was my friend. Still is. Those guys aren’t. I made the right choice.”

16, January 1st

Female

Mostly straight

Single (unless someone wants to be Katie's rebound...)

Waging war against the patriarchy

Junior

Katie isn't particularly tall, standing at about 5'5. The metabolism of youth keeps her body slender. Her face is heart shaped, and framed by dirty blonde hair. Her eyes are hazel, like her mother's, and when she smiles, the corners crinkle. She likes to dress in a way that some might call grunge, but that she just calls "sick as fuck." Thrifted clothes are a particular favorite of hers.

Katie doesn't wear a lot of makeup. She would never claim to be giving off the "natural look" but she keeps it minimal, mostly because she hates doing it. Her smile has this reserved quality, like it's the first in a long time, until it breaks into a grin. When she smiles with her teeth, it's infectious. All of Katie's emotions are like that, displayed on her face for everyone to see.

As loud as she is, it's damn near impossible to be unaware of Katie Callaghan. She is perhaps best known for a rousing supporting role in last years play, and for arguing with any meat headed boy dumb enough to try. Despite her outspoken nature, Katie is something of a social butterfly, collecting friends from every niche Marble Heights has to offer. That's not to say she's universally beloved though. For some, Katie's abrasive nature makes her all the more interesting; for others, there's no bigger turn off. One thing everybody knows though? Katie Callaghan doesn't hold back.

Katie Callaghan is lucky. She's always known that. Her and her twin brother Jamie were children of privilege, there was no denying it. From the moment they were born, there wasn't a luxury that they didn't receive. Despite their lavish lifestyle, their father made sure to remind them that what they had was a privilege. He was from much simpler beginnings than their mother, and he was determined that his children not be silver spooners. This mentality rubbed off on the both of them, but especially Katie. She took to activism at a young age thanks to her fiery personality. Her protests at Beverly Hills Middle School, after they took chocolate muffins from the snack bar, was legendary.

Katie was much more than an activist, though. She was always interested in the stage, born with a natural flair for drama. Even in elementary school, she was a standout star in the school plays. She loved the spotlight, and the excitement of the stage. As she grew older, her interest deepened, and theatre became one of her truest loves. No one in the Callaghan house could forget waking up at all hours to the sound of Katie practicing her lines, with all the emotions she could muster.

As much as Katie loathes the idea that a man was the catalyst for her fabulous character development throughout high school, it's true to some extent. Scott Lyon changed her, whether she wants to admit it or not. A pair that started as sworn enemies, and slowly but surely became lovers. Until, she went and fucked it all up. She might as well have ghosted him. She broke up with him in a single text, and promptly followed her brother to Marble Heights, and to this day, she's still not totally sure why.

Behind Katie's confidence is a thick fugue of self-doubt. Anyone who's been there for her in a stressful moment, will recognize the spiral of self-hatred she's known to spin into, suddenly questioning whether she's good enough for anything she has. Imposter Syndrome is strong with this one. However, most of Katie is thoroughly in line with the shell she displays to the world. She's not one for masks or games, and the only lies she tells, are to herself.

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Sixteen. May 4th

Female

Have genitals, will smash provided said genital owner is hot enough to not be embarrassed by. Exceptions made for football players. No, not that football. The actual one played on a pitch with goalkeepers.

Single by choice, relationships are for status, love is not on the mind when lust is on the table.

Evie has a palladium card, she doesn't have to work.

Incoming Junior

Evie does not at all hide any part of her features, be it from tops that show off her stomach and her chest, jeans that accentuate the hips, or skirts for when she feels like showing off her legs, every bit of Evie is tailored to get heads turning - and that's before she even gets to accessories. Her preferred hairstyle is long and wavy though if she's feeling particularly fun she'll adopt more playful, 'cute' styles like pigtails or a ponytail, it really depends on the outfit. Really, the only difference between 'sexy' and 'cute' or 'sexy-cute' comes down to how Evie styles her hair because in her esteemed estimation there is not a combination of clothing on earth that she looks ugly in. It might be vanity, or it might be the millions of social media followers who can't help but to comment on even casual selfies with their heart eyes and lascivious comments. When it comes to uniforms, she fully intends on making sure she does her precursors proud. Her precursors being 'Baby One More Time' Britney Spears, 'Don't Love You' Jenn Bocian, and 'All the Things She Said' t.A.T.u. but for that one she might need a partner in crime.

The best thing about being a new student is that no one knows who you are. Except, of course, if you're Evie 'Project X' Green. Even if Evie wasn't arriving to MHA as punishment, the fact that she's the daughter of a 1% family would put her on the radar from moment one. And she wouldn't have it any other way. What's the point of having money and notoriety if you don't use it? Evie's reputation precedes her, she recently made the news (for the aforementioned incident leading to her punishment of a new school) but even without that she has a sizeable social media presence because she can afford to take professional quality pictures for her Instagram so even something as simple as 'sitting on the hood of a car like everyone does for casual pics' looks like something out of a photoshoot. What she isn't, though, is an influencer because influencers have no integrity and besides, Evie hasn't touched a Pepsi in her life. If all people know of her is her headlines or her social media or her family, then what they'll soon learn is Evie will stop at nothing to not only put herself at the top of any hierarchy, but also turn the student body into her own little game.

Every school needs its Queen and some queens aren't afraid to get bloody with the revolution.

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand, and those people go on to wish they had the diamond spoon that Evie Green uses to eat her cereal in the morning. Evie makes no attempt to hide the fact that she's the only daughter of Henry and Min-Seo Green; Henry being the son of an already elite family and Min-Seo being the daughter of a notorious South Korean construction magnate who had a habit of buying areas and raising rent to evict tenants. That is to say, Evie comes from a dynasty family and while her mother admirably said that money wouldn't change her (it did), Evie has realized at far too young an age the two truths of her life: her father sees her as his little princess (and she, in turn, is an unashamed Daddy's Girl) and that if you have enough zeroes on the check you can get out of anything. As is all too common with the elite, Evie lacks empathy because empathy isn't something one can buy.

Her family has a rather turbulent history of sibling and familial rivalries and Evie hasn't avoided it. She's not the biggest fan of her cousin despite being heavily influenced by her Aunts. Family drama doesn't interest Evie, not when the perfect gameboard of school life exists. To her there's no better petri dish than a campus full of teenagers with loose and flexible morals. Evie sees herself both as 'above it' all and also as someone who has to be calling the shots. Influence, power, control, and all that in-between. Some people like to play at being a queen, but Evie feels it's her right simply because of the family she belongs to. Is she sociopathic? Kind of. But she's good at hiding it behind a smile and perfectly chosen words.

Evie recently made headlines when she threw an end of semester party that got so out of control that not only did it destroy an entire wing of her house (and at least two cars), but also caused a fire that, fortunately, didn't become a wildfire though not for lack of trying. The party was also her coronation to being the de facto ruler of her public school's hierarchy but much like Icarus she flew too close to the sun in thinking she was above consequences. Granted, her 'consequence' was having to go to boarding school but boarding school was basically jail with recess on the weekends.

Two months. Evie has given herself two months before she runs this new school, and if there's one principle she swears by it's that with enough money and influence she can do anything. She has money. She's already halfway there. The students of Marble Heights Academy will either get on board Team Evie or they'll get thrown to the wolves fighting for scraps when all is said and done.

When Evie says she is an unashamed Daddy's Girl, she means it. She's close with her father more than anyone else in her life except for maybe Butler who is basically her confidant. Her dad didn't agree to sending Evie to boarding school but her mother was...persistent. From a young age, Evie and her dad have been close and they have a shared love of football. Not that one, the actual football. They play FIFA together (and Evie gets in trouble for spending money on FUT) and have gone to two World Cups. They both hate Arsenal but while her dad supports Man U, she's a 'Spurs girl.

What Evie truly wonders is if she'll ever be able to have any meaningful connections with people other than Butler. Her family and their dynamic has undoubtedly warped her perspective on relationships of every kind and she can't help but think that she'll never truly know people since she sees them as 'playthings'. Evie hates to lose but what she hates even more than that is the fear that she'll be alone if she tries to spread her wings and fly away from the Green family nest. Does she have value outside of money? She doesn't know and that terrifies her deep down.

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She has a weakness for Hershey Kisses with Almonds and only the ones with Almonds. Only four people know about this little sweet tooth of hers.
Evie speaks Korean because her mother was adamant that she learn about that side of her family tree.
She has a younger brother and if anyone ever says anything bad about him then Evie will get violent. No one badmouths her baby bro
Her social media handle is 'GreenWithEvie' and she has backup accounts just because. Across Twitter and Instagram she has near 9 million followers but some of them are likely bots. She rarely follows back.

17-going-on-18; October 16

Female

Lesbian

It's Complicated

Weekends at a women's clothing store in the city. She works the floor and helps middle aged women feel pretty.

Senior

Shauna is confident in subtle ways, from the way she walks to the way she seems so effortlessly fearless in approaching and communicating with others. Chalk it up to her theater background, but Shauna has a fierceness that matches her style, which can best be summed up as 'mid femme'. Her hair, medium length but frequently changing in cut, is light auburn in color that meshes well with her vibrant, bright green eyes. Shauna's on the taller side of the spectrum, just shy of six-one, and that height only serves to enhance her own personal sense of aesthetic. Shauna is going for a look and with her penchant for blouses, slacks, trousers, and jackets she's certainly succeeded at it. Her swagger exudes confidence, she's someone who knows what she wants and, most importantly, knows how to get it. What she wants, though, is where her nickname comes from.

If her appearance wasn't strong enough, due to her heritage she speaks with a near constant Irish brogue. She doesn't sound like some cereal leprechaun, but the cool Celtic tilt to her speaking gives a sort of worldly vibe - and that she can turn it off for acting or turn it on for a critical flirting whisper in the ear is a testament to her love of performance. She has a husk to her voice that could only be described as, well, husky; she can't help but to sound like she's always on the cusp of whispering eroticisms in someone's ear - and to her credit she often is.

If there's any advice the upperclassmen give to the younger students it's simply: 'Look out for The Shark'. Shauna is very much aware of her name and how she came to have it, but she thinks its more cute than an indictment of her behavior. If Shauna wasn't The Shark, she'd probably still be known at Marble Heights as 'the cool lesbian thespian' because there hasn't been a school theater production since her arrival where she hasn't been involved. Shauna is a theater kid who often auditions for male roles (often because those roles get to kiss the female one) and frequently gets them. She loves the theater, she loves acting, and more to the point she escapes into whatever role she's cast in. Her acting chops are probably a reason why she's so good at what she does for 'extracirriculars'.

What makes Shauna infamous and a Shark is her habit of flirting with younger students, Freshmen who don't know any better or Sophomores who didn't heed warnings, and making them feel special and wanted and loved up until she sleeps with them and never speaks to them again. Shauna bites into them, rips out their heart, and leaves them crying and she moves on to the next. A shark. A predator. Her victims have their own support group called The Sharkbitten. It's not a sex thing, Shauna is perfectly willing and has done casual no strings attached hook ups with other girls so sex is not difficult to come by. Shauna just enjoys playing with her food, so to speak, and it's a thrill for her. In her mind, they knew the risks when they took the plunge - but they rarely ever do, and that's the problem.

Shauna is well aware that even her fellow thespians likely talk behind her back, but she's a senior on her way out and soon enough she'll either be a star of Broadway or Hollywood and a Shark doesn't concern itself with the opinions of Guppies.

Shauna's passion for the performing arts likely comes from her mother and her youth. Her mother, Dana Flynn, is the on-screen authority figure for AWE, a well known wrestling promotion that airs a weekly television show. Dana calls the shots on screen and Shauna spent some of her youth in the backstage of an AWE locker room and watching people who gave her piggy back rides and let her win arm wrestling contests suddenly turn into evil people who kicked faces hard an cheated to win. That was when she first learned about playing a 'character' and spending enough time around wrestlers and a mother who had fans just because she was a hell of a talker meant that Shauna, too, became a hell of a talker only instead of putting on lycra and boots and oiling up, Shauna used her charisma and talking on live theater with foam swords instead of chair shots.

She's not sure where her lady-killer ways came from, only that in her Freshman year at Marble Heights she was quiet and kept to herself except for when she auditioned for the winter play. She only got cast in a minor role but she made sure she crushed it and by the time her sophomore year rolled around she was much more talkative, charismatic, and cool. She truly became The Shark into her Junior year when people began to notice that she had a new girlfriend damn near every week. Her reputation as a drama kid grew but her reputation as The Shark always overshadowed her.

Shauna has the uncanny ability to know exactly what to say. Call it manipulation, call it flirtation but really what is flirting and dating if not mutually agreed manipulation with the end goal of sexual release? Shauna doesn't see what she does as problematic (though it certainly is) because she's just helping the girls get what they want. Love, attention, sex, whatever. Nothing in this world lasts, why should a relationship? For however long the courtship and sex lasts, her victims are on top of the world, they just aren't prepared for how hard the fall back to earth truly is. This might be the year The Shark gets her comeuppance but this year Shauna is still intending on getting some victims to cum in their pants.

Shauna doesn't have the best relationship with her mother due to the necessities of her mom's job, constant travel and putting on a show meant few nights where mother and daughter had dinner together and talked about their days, but she's not resentful. If anything she's grateful that her mother was able to help her figure out what kind of person she wanted to be: an actress. Shauna doesn't feel any remorse for her actions as The Shark, that much is obvious, but she hasn't ever really had her ass kicked by feelings and she isn't sure she'd be able to handle it if it ever happened. Shauna Flynn is a predator of love who has never been in love herself which doesn't bother her on the surface, but there's starting to be less and less enjoyment from her conquests and she doesn't know why. She isn't going to stop, though.

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She speaks Gaelic really her Irish accent is her biggest boon regardless of what she says.
Her social media handle is PrimaShauna with a shark emoji between Prima and Shauna
Shauna has a playlist of dreamy mood pop that never fails as romantic music to use when she preys on her victims

15, August 25. Turning 16 the day after move-in

Female

Uncertain. Discovering.

Never Been Kissed

Cafe Server. Applied freshman year but got rejected because she was sneaking and eating food on the job. Has promised not to do that this year.

Sophomore, thanks to her birthday being what it is

Divya doesn’t really tend to play up her looks, though anyone with a pair of eyes can see she isn't exactly hard on the eyes. Her hair is a dark black and medium length with no particular style, though she parts it always to the right out of habit. Don’t mention her eyebrows as they, along with her bust, are sort of sensitive areas; the bust because she figures it’s unfair that they didn’t much grow when she did and her eyebrows because she thinks they grew a bit too much. Fortunately her less than healthy eating habits have gone right to the hips. Or so she wishes; her legs and arms are getting the brunt of it. Some people like thicker legs, she’s heard.

Her clothing style, casually anyway, is a bit on the modest, unstylish side and consisting largely of graphic t-shirts and jeans or collared shirts that look like something that should have a pocket protector attached but doesn't. She has a large collection of shirts that have comic book characters or mention things like dice rolls on them in a case of quite literally wearing her passions on her sleeves. Practical is a word for her particular style. Nerd chic is a fancy way of putting it. D.B. doesn't put a lot of effort into being some eye catching beauty queen, she's happy being among her own people, those being the 'indoor kids' who would just as soon roll out of bed and put on the same shirt they've been wearing for three days than those who have a walk-in closet and take an hour to decide between two tops to wear.

She's managed to get away with putting little pins and buttons on her uniform skirt. She has ten on them, five on either side. On one side she has the Captain Marvel logo, the Superman symbol, Captain America's shield, the Avengers logo, and the Green Lantern symbol; on the other side she has a 1-UP Mushroom, the Triforce, a Pokeball, a Moogle, and a chibi Chun-Li face. She would put more on there but she doesn't want to go overboard. (She was way more on her book bag and her laptop case. Also her laptop has many stickers on it.)

D.B. is surprised she has any reputation at all beyond 'isn't she the one with the comic book shit?' which is totally on brand for her. D.B. would be a wallflower at any other school, but because here she has a room mate she at least is forced to socialize a little bit. There's good reason she calls herself the 'Queen of the Nerds' and it's not just because of her excessive amount of paraphernalia for geek media or the fact that she can recite quotes from movies and books along with sourcing them; it's because her unique position as a singular club member allows her to use her club's room for whatever she wants - and she uses it to host tabletop games for those who are interested as well as a place outside of dorm rooms to hook up a console and play something after class. D.B. knows her people.

She has a certain enthusiasm, a passion for what she likes, but too often her ideas just remain swimming in her head rather than used productively - something she's vowed to change going forward. When she isn't doing her nerd stuff, D.B. has a real passion for being behind the camera not as a photographer but as a director. She got in trouble her Freshman year for filming students on the yard without their permission and she swore she didn't need permission because it was a public location but that didn't apply to a private institution and she had two weeks detention because of it. She joined the A/V club to get around this - the other member graduated early leaving her the only member in the second semester of her Freshman year. Now when she gets caught filming stuff she can just say it's for the A/V Club and that's her excuse.

If she has any reputation other than her nerdy stuff it's likely that. Or her almost annoying excitement for everything. She'd love to share her passions with people but she communicates better with a camera than with her own words most times. She's doing her best and no one can fault her for that.

Even from a young age D.B. had a love for the arts though her introduction to the world was because of her mother. When she was six, D.B. auditioned for a sitcom that sought to do for Indian-Americans what Fresh Off the Boat and Living Single did for their respective communities. She got the part of the main character's younger sister but unfortunately the show never made it to air after filming the pilot. But D.B. didn't get bit by the acting bug because of it and while her mother was adamant that D.B. do more auditions, she didn't want to and by the time she was twelve and she was living solely with her divorced dad, D.B. was watching movies for the director and not the cast or plot.

Her passion for filmmaking was what led to her father, a dentist, sending her to Marble Heights rather than a public school, because he believed it would foster an environment to let her talents develop and grow. In return, D.B. helped her dad set up a dating profile because she figured he'd be lonely without her at home for movie nights and that just because he still had feelings for mom didn't mean he had to stay single when there were plenty of women out there. Plus she knew that her mom had moved on and married some surgeon or something, D.B. didn't care, her mom kinda sucked.

D.B. has a lot of goals for her remaining three years at Marble Heights and the only one holding her back is, well, herself. Well, that and the uncertainty of any idea, but this is the year she makes more of a name for herself. And maybe go on a date or something. That would be nice.

D.B. has dreams and passions but also takes failure incredibly hard. If she doesn't succeed at something then she doesn't easily just brush herself off and try again. This has led to her sometimes not wanting to take chances on things unless she knows they have a greater than usual chance for success. Not having someone to motivate her, encourage, or be in her corner is rough on her. Despite calling herself the Queen of the Nerds, she can't exactly say she has many friends based on the fact that the only real text chain in her phone is between her and her dad. But she can smile through it because no it doesn't bother her that she has to go to movies alone. Not at all. D.B. really could use a hug.

| B E S T |
Chemistry, Art, History

| W O R S T |
Geometry

D.B. is Hindu but she doesn't strictly follow the vegetarian lifestyle of her father. She doesn't eat beef at all but she does eat chicken and lamb and she loves, loves, loves chicken burritos and chicken sandwiches.
She has seen every major comic book movie of the past five years multiple times. Like, double digit numbers. By herself. No one would go with her.
Her social media handle is 'DeebDweeb' but she's been thinking of changing it to something where she isn't calling herself a dweeb.

Eighteen || June 5th || Gemini

Female

Pansexual Polyamorous

Single

Billie doesn't have an official job, but does take commissions for her street art, and occasionally has to get permission to stay out late while working on her latest piece.

Senior.

Billie is known as the hot-headed queen of pouts. Her facials structure and lips always tend to make her look as if she is always pouting and innocent - but make no mistake that she'll eat you alive. Unfortunately, it's quite easy to piss Billie off. She's extremely aggressive, and will start a fight for the simple fact that she's bored. Another thing that you'll notice about Billie when you meet her is her confidence. She walks with it, talks with it, and radiates it. Sometimes that confidence strays into arrogance. If she cares to speak to you, you will clearly be able to see her wittiness, and her overall blunt nature.

What most people don't know about Billie is just how loyal and protective she is towards her loved ones and chosen friends. Billie is a passionate sort of person, always feeling things a bit too deeply. Sometimes this can lead her to seem a bit dramatic, but she's simply just working through her emotions in her own way. A very competitive girl, Billie often enjoys her fights more if the person she's fighting is larger than her. She has no problem fighting the bros, or the hoes.

Despite her faults, make no mistake that Billie does have some good qualities. She flirtatious, and caring. A good listener, and even better giver of advice. She very ambitious, and strives to work towards her goals. A determined and stubborn young woman, it's often difficult to get her to change her mind unless you're one of her siblings.

Eighteen || June 16th.

Male

Bisexual - slight female lean.

Single.

Baseball is his life. He doesn't have much time for anything outside of it.

Senior.

Hair: Blonde || Medium-ish length || Lucas's hair is roughly four to five inches long, just long enough to cover his ears. He doesn't do much for hair care, though his sister has convinced him to start using leave in conditioners.
Eyes: Baby Blue
Height: Six feet, three inches.
Body Type: Mesomorph - Long arms, and long legs. Broad shoulders. Abbs. Nice pecs.
Clothing Style:
Uniform: Lucas's uniform is always wrinkle free. His tie is always tightened the right way, unless it's after school hours. He prefers to wear his Letterman jacket when and wear he can. He's not big on accessories, but does where a Rolex watch, and a gold band ring on his right index finger.
Casual: On casual days, Lucas still wears his watch and ring. Lucas dresses in designer clothing selected specifically for comfort. Sure, it's nice to look good, but not if you're uncomfortable.
Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Small scars on his knuckles from school fights throughout the years. A few decorate his knees as well. Lucas's birthmark can be found on his left shoulder, in a shape that looks much like Italy. Said birthmark is roughly the size of a nicotine patch.

Lucas is known for being the pitcher on the school baseball team - a spot he secured his Sophomore year. He is known for being reliable, and being a strong team player. Unlike most of his bro's, Lucas is a true gentleman, and has managed to not earn himself a reputation as a hearbreaker. Lucas has a deep, booming sort of voice, often catching the attention of those near by so that he can turn on his charismatic charm. He has a crooked sort of smile, and knows how to make people laugh. Just like his sister, Lucas tends to have a very overall warming presence, even though he is quiet and often tends to keep more to himself.

Growing up, it was always expected that Lucas would follow in his fathers footsteps in both the political aspect, as well as being the heir to Thorpe Industries.
Lucas never wanted that. Being a politician didn't appeal to him in any way, even if it would have came to him naturally. Lucas did his best to give his father hope, but at the end of the day, he never measured up to the mans expectations. His father never punished Lucas for not fitting into his vision, but Lucas knew that it hurt Alexander - even if he didn't want to admit it.

Instead of being raised to be a political prodigy, Lucas threw himself into the activities that his mother chose. Guitar lessons and baseball were his favorite things - never really caring for the horses like Ria did. In a way, Lucas sort of secluded himself while growing up. It didn't bother him. After all, Ria could have all the attention she wanted, and Lucas enjoyed the peace and quiet.

When Lilly died, Lucas took it hard. Ria always had the ability to bounce right back from bad things. Lucas? Not so much. He threw himself into his musical and sport talents. When Alexander decided to send he and his sister to Marble Heights, Lucas was thrilled. His father had become disinterested in his family, and Lucas could finally do shit his way for once. He quickly found a home on the baseball team as the star pitcher, and fit right in with the Bro Squad.

Lucas is now trying to finish Senior year with a bang.

Lucas is a diplomatic sort of guy, choosing to avoid conflict in any situation possible. While comfortable around his group of friends, Lucas is actually quite introverted. It takes a lot for him to be comfortable around you and to be able to joke and speak freely. Lucas does have a bit of a reputation as a crazy party guy, as things tend to get a little out of hand when he gets wasted. He's very dependable, and often goes out of his way to help others. He's a bit of a natural leader, and likes things to go his way most of the time, though will tell you that he considers himself adaptable. All in all, Lucas is the sort of guy that just likes to keep to his inner circle and spread chill vibes. Don't be fooled though - Lucas has a very strong temper. It just takes a lot to get him so angry to the point where you can actually see it.

16, August 14th

Male

Confused

Single

Cafe Server

Junior

Alex has spent most of his life being told how much he looks like his father, but never has it been more true than right now. His slender, waify frame is the same one hidden away in old photo albums. If it weren't for his mother's eyes, he'd be indistinguishable from a young Wyatt Durand. Maybe that's why he got his ears pierced over the summer? Though, to be honest, he'd be better off shaving his head, though the thought of parting with his mop of hair is blasphemy in his mind. Alex, to the surprise of absolutely nobody, is not exactly keen on uniforms. He's taken to pushing the limits as far as he can with the uniform, and when he's not wearing it, he tries to keep it relaxed. If he can move in it, it's wearable.

Look. Everyone knows you aren't supposed to have drugs at Marble Heights, but, hypothetically speaking, if someone were to have drugs, well, it would be Alex. If you need something, be it drugs, alcohol, a fucking goldfish, Alex is the man to talk to. One way or another, he'll find you what you need. Alex Durand is more than just the school stoner though. He's also the self proclaimed "Prankster Extraordinaire of Marble Heights," after stealing their rival school's mascot at last years homecoming game. In short, Alex is the class clown, always going for laughs.

Once upon a time, Wheelz N' Dealz was a ramshackle little skate shop in Santa Monica, manned by a scrawny sixteen year old, and an old Italian man. Now, it's a national company, run by Wyatt Durand, teenaged fuckup turned entrepreneur. Alex is the eldest child of Wyatt and his wife, True, born shortly after Wyatt took over Wheelz N' Dealz. His parents were particularly enthusiastic about their first child, and Alex never wanted for anything. As his father's company grew and the family grew with it, Alex began to fade into the background. With five siblings, it's hard not to. When it came time for Alex to start high school, it was his idea to go away to Marble Heights. His mom didn't love the idea at first, but she came around. His dad on the other hand, was thoroughly impressed by his initiative, and soon, Alex was moving into his dorm.

His last two years at Marble Heights have been eventful to say the least. He finished off last year with a record number of detentions, and the dean of students has made it very clear that his antics will not be tolerated this year. Alex doesn't really know what to say to that, other than "I don't care?" He's finding his way through the world, one step at a time, and Marble Heights is just another stone along the way. It would be the shame to miss out on all the people here though, so begrudgingly, Alex is attempting to be good this year. We'll see how long that lasts.

If you're ever lucky enough to actually spend some quality time with Alex, you'll find a surprisingly clever boy, under all the grandstanding. He's funny, and quite charming, a fiercely loyal friend when shit hits the fan. He tries to keep his head out of drama for the most part, unconcerned with what he considers "pointless shit," but at Marble Heights, drama seems to find you no matter where you go.

| B E S T |
Art
| W O R S T |
Math

14, 12/31

Female

Homosexual

Single

Does playing video games and burning weed count? No? Then she is happily unemployed.

Freshmen

Standing in at about 4’8” and clocking in at around 92 lbs, Kit looks like a fucking 12-year-old. This is her greatest failure in life, at least if you ask her — though it’s not really her fault. She does her best to put on weight — believe it, she does — but nothing she tries works. Kit is incredibly ‘petite’ to say the least, something that annoys her; her main goal in life as far as her appearance is to grow into a girl that looks like the girls from the doujins she likes to read.

If Kit were allowed to dress herself, chances are she’d wear the same outfit for weeks at a time, leaving her peers with the burning question: is it the same clothes, or does she just own the same outfit a bunch of times? Fortunately, Kit wasn’t even allowed to dress herself at home, that was more of her mom’s job, and here at the boarding school? Kit wears the uniform as instructed. However, Kit made a big enough deal out of wanting to wear pants that her parents got the school to agree.

What? If she wore a skirt she could hardly roll around on the floor. And rolling around on the floor is a very important part of Kit’s life.

On casual Fridays, Kit wears t-shirts with graphics from video games she likes, and the occasional AWE shirt. She’s a big Deathadder fan.

Kit’s new to the school. However, Kit is loud enough that she’s sure to make an impression before long.

It isn’t hard to find out that Kit likes three things in life: video games, weed, and girls. Kit is absolutely a stoner, and if you couldn’t tell just by talking to her for a few minutes, you’d be able to tell by smelling the air around her. Is it normal for a fourteen year old to be a burner? Probably not, but Kit is pretty far from normal. She’s among the loudest people in her demographic; there are times where she yells so loud people have to wonder how all that volume comes from such a tiny body.

Kit is the type of video game player to react to something going poorly in a game by smashing her mouse against the desk (she packed exactly three spare mice as a buffer). Of course, Kit’s rage is never born of her own doing. It’s the ping, or the game, or the mouse, or the controller, or the frame rate… it’s not her though.

Kit’s brand of ‘I do what I want’ is looked at one of two ways: ‘this girl is hilarious,’ or ‘I hate her.’ There’s frankly no in between, and Kit shows no interest in changing herself.

Kit refers to her parents as ‘Doc’ and ‘The Professor,’ her father and mother respectively. Both affluent in their fields, Kit’s father is a psychiatrist who works with many famous people in Los Angeles and the surrounding area, and her mother is a marine biologist. As an only child, Kit is kind of a spoiled brat, though neither of her parents would ever admit how much they baby her. She expects to get what she wants, and when she doesn’t… well, is it really a surprise? Kit's a tantrum thrower.

At an early age, Kit began to play video games on her Dad’s PS2. The first game she ever beat, at age seven, was Grand Theft Auto: Vice City. In a way, the fact she played so much GTA at a young age may be one of the many reasons why Kit is the way she is. After she turned ten, Kit was gifted a gaming computer after her parents realized gaming was her main passion in life. She quickly found a passion for fighting games (in particular, Tekken 7, where she mains Ling Xiaoyu and is proudly rated a Tekken God Prime), and shooters. Kit tried MOBAs, but hated them. She does, however, quite like some of the character designs. If she had to guess, she likes thirty four of them.

Kit wants to be a Twitch streamer, but until recently was too young to sign up without parental permission (they wouldn’t give it). Now that she is old enough, Kit’s being shipped off to boarding school where she isn’t sure she’ll be able to make it work, but she intends to give it her best shot. After all, she’s high rated in all the games she played. So why couldn’t she be a top streamer?

She’s funny, sometimes.

Digging a little bit deeper into Kit’s psyche quickly reveals she’s more than a little anxious and perhaps more than a little bipolar. Kit was introduced to smoking weed by her father, who figured it would help with her anxiety issues — it certainly did, but Kit became a little more dependent on it than he intended, something her father hadn’t really planned for. Kit’s a ball of toxicity, and this isn’t something she’s proud of, despite outward appearances.

Deep down, Kit wishes she could be a little, just a tiny bit, more… normie, as she isn’t too proud of the person she is. Why would she be? She knows she’s loud, obnoxious, and a bit of a gremlin. Being sent to the boarding school isn’t something she’s happy with, nor is it something she’s looking forward to (do they even have weed in this hellscape?), but she hopes deep down she find herself a bit more while she’s here, maybe then she won’t be so… what was that word? Deplorable?

Yeah, that’s the on she identified with on 4chan.

| B E S T |
Chemistry
Math

| W O R S T |
P.E.
Music (she takes it anyway)

Her IGN is Kitastrophe/

i will probably add additional shit here before i post just ignore this

18, May 1st

Male

Pansexual

Single

None

Senior

Uniform: Link wears the standard Marble Height uniform without any real addition to it. He tends to lean towards wearing the blazer version rather than the sweater.
Casual: Not one who pays much kind to fashion, Lincoln’s casual wear generally consists of jeans and t-shirts or work out wear. He wears glasses most of the time but does occasionally switch to contacts.

Lincoln may be pretty but there’s something ugly eating away inside of him; that much is obvious just by the way he looks at people with such disdain. He is known as someone who treads the thin line between genius and psychotic and will be the first to announce that he is the smartest person in the room. One minute he’s happy to tutor you in a multitude of subjects and then the next he’s got you by the throat, pinned up against a wall and is about to smash your skull in. He is a computer whiz and regularly hacks into the school database to fiddle someone’s grades, for a price of course.

Lincoln Darby was born on May 1st in Reno, Nevada. His parents were heavily involved in the local motorcycle club; the Iron Tribe and it was very obvious very quickly that he had inherited their knack for trouble. Link as he would come to be known started off as a good kid, friendly and polite but he had been born with a bit of a naughty streak and before the age of eight he had already been in lots of trouble at school for selling candy to other kids. He began to act out and began to turn up to school with bruises and busted lips, it didn’t take a genius to work out what was going on. When he was nine, both of his parents were arrested on various charges and Lincoln and his younger brother George became wards of the state. They were eventually split up due to their behavioural issues when they were together and eventually this ended with Lincoln being adopted by a well to do family in Boston and George going off to LA.

Links sudden arrival in New England high society caused quite the stir and left a permanent mark of unbelonging on the youngsters skin. It didn’t take long for him to get up to his old tricks when he began selling his adopted fathers sports memorabilia through a mail order business at only eleven years old. Rather than chastise his young charge, Lincoln’s adopted father tried to channel his energies into computers, something worked all too well. By the time he was fourteen, Link had displayed an aptitude for IT and a wild streak in violence. Around this time, he had gotten word that his brother had passed and this just changed something in Lincoln, whatever innocence had and left was gone.

It was due to his behaviour that Link’s adopted parents decided that they just couldn’t handle him anymore. They decided that the best place to manage both his troubles and to nurture his growing skills was Marble Heights. Soon Lincoln arrived in San Francisco and got straight to work causing technological mayhem, having the occasional physical altercation and discovering the wonders of recreational drinking and drugs (though admittedly that’s always been in short supply).

Lincoln is known for his keen intelligence and probably has a future at MIT if he could get his troubles in check. Problem is, he doesn’t want to. Link loathes people and the world around him and does not hide this; what he does hide is a long standing need to just to be loved. Anyone who is lucky or unlucky enough to break through to Link on a personal level essentially becomes his property and he will hold them close with great desperation. He is incredibly paranoid and a bit of a conspiracy theorist and simply just doesn’t trust anything other than himself.

- Font: Rabid Science
- Is an Insomniac
- Will actively refuse medical treatment because he doesn’t trust doctors

16. April 24. She was so close.

Female

Lesbian

Taken by her little warrior goddess. Cuz her name's Athena.

She wasn't volunteered, it was mandatory, but she is a 'sanitation volunteer'. Basically she helps the custodian clean shit but mostly she uses the custodian's office as a place to get high because, turns out, many custodians at Marble Heights really fuckin' love getting high to Pink Floyd and Erika can fuck with that.

Junior

Erika is biracial though she favors her mother in many ways, except for her facial features which come from her father. Her skin has a natural tan to it which gives off an ‘exotic’ vibe even if the only thing exotic about her is the Chinese food she had for dinner a week ago. Her hair is medium length, black as night, with slightly bushy eyebrows to match. She’s a bit self conscious about her nose, she thinks it’s a bit too big for her face, though she’s got nothing but love for her lips which, while a but on the puffy side, have a tendency to make it look like she’s a bit out of it even when she’s intently focusing.

When it comes to style, outside of the uniform which she totally dislikes on her but loves it on her girlfriend because it shows off those athlete's legs, Erika likes wearing sleeveless tops and a jacket she got at military surplus along with jeans that are tight enough to show off the effects of her 'I really like onion rings, milkshakes, cheese sticks, and cheeseburgers' diet but loose enough to be comfortable and also allow Athena to put her hand in the ass pocket as they walk together. Cheese isn't limited to her diet, clearly. Some people wonder if she's able to fully close her mouth, but he always has that slightly open, eyes glazed look of confusion about her and that stays even when she isn't under the influence. But Athena has seen Erika smile and she swears it's as cute as her nose, which is about the only way Erika blushes.

Before crossing the streams and getting in with some athletic types by proxy, Erika was known as one of the stoner kids which wasn't even an inaccurate statement. Erika does not hide the fact that before she updated her relationship status that the only thing she loved more than extra cheese pizza was getting high. And NASCAR. For some reason Erika loves NASCAR even when she isn't high off her ass. She didn't really have much of a profile other than the fact that she's one of the few students whose admittance at Marble Heights is contingent on her working on campus, something she had no control over but if she doesn't fill out an hours sheet every month then she's in danger of getting kicked out which really sucks because she kinda likes it here most days.

Things changed for Erika just prior to summer break. Her entire sophomore year Erika would tell her buddies that she thought Athena Snyder was cute and after a whole school year of this, the stars aligned and Erika and pals were high at a soccer match which just so happened to be the sport Athena played. Erika was dared to ask Athena out and all her friends assumed she wouldn't do it. Erika didn't even wait for the end of the match, she walked over to where the other players were on the side, blended in, then when Athena was doing a throw-in, Erika stood next to her, asked her out, and walked away without an answer. After the game Athena came over to the stands and just said "Sure". They've been dating ever since.

Now Erika gets the best of two worlds. She gets to have her burner buddies and she gets to hang with the sporty types, but she really only cares about one athlete and it's the one she does jigsaws with and crosswords before class. Her Puzzle Buddy. Some of her friends think she's gone lame now, but screw them, Erika's happy and gets to see and touch her crush's breasts when they make out so they're the lame ones.

Erika isn't at Marble Heights by choice. Really, when she first heard she was being sent to private school because her mom caught her smoking weed in the bathroom - for the third time after saying before it was just the one time - Erika thought she was in for the worst time. She assumed private school kids were, like, gossipy bitchy totally judgey rich kids. And she was right, but some of them also know how to score some good weed so it evens out. Erika's mom, Mariella, is kind of a huge bitch - her friend call her a Omega Karen but Erika assumed Karen's had to be blondes even though the label applies - and is why Erika has to do janitorial work because Marble Heights is supposed to both punish her and get her to stop smoking.

So far it's done neither of those things and Erika is doing better socially in Marble Heights than she was in public school so her mom kinda fucked up.

Other than the whole 'weed thing', Erika had a fairly normal home life. She got a bass guitar for her thirteenth birthday. She loves her abuela, and she never missed a chance to order mozzarella sticks. Sure, she doesn't really have a clear idea for her future but she's also sixteen and who at sixteen knew what they wanted other than to do things that were only cool because they had the 'underage' description before it. Drinking's not cool but underage drinking? Fuck yeah. Erika still doesn't know what she's going to do after high school, but she hopes it's with Athena; her friends tell her that high school romances rarely last but she tells them to stop ruining her vibes and they tell her to stop talking about her girlfriend all the time and then she apologizes and they do too and it's a good system they have.

Erika doesn't know where she's going in life, but for now she just wants to have a good time and do puzzles with her Buddy.

Erika might not have the greatest grades but she's really fucking good at riddles and word scrambles and various puzzles like that. It only makes sense given her hobbies but it surprises people damn near every time she manages to surprise them with her thinking skills. Erika thinks she would be the fucking bomb at escape rooms and she really wants to do one.

| B E S T |
Study Hall; Math

| W O R S T |
History

Her social media handle used to be 'GroovyGooey' but she has since changed it to 'PB_VileplumE'

15. December 5th

Female

Anything and Everyone

Single

Technically speaking, Annabelle is a tutor but so far no one has really taken her up on the offer to tutor them, so she mostly hangs out at the library during tutoring hours and draws in her sketchbooks. It's a pretty good system.

Sophomore

There's a song Annabelle heard as a kid on an oldies playlist with the lyrics 'If you're going to San Francisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair' and she took that personally. One of the first things people might notice about Annabelle is the fact that she does indeed wear flowers in her hair. Every day a different flower is in her hair, not like a floral crown or like something on her ear, but like a flower on her hair like a hairclip. It's sort of become her identifying trait, if the blonde hair, long legs due to her being six foot even, and eternal smile on her face didn't also apply. Annabelle always seems to be in a good mood, either that or she just has an aura of optimism to her, which is fitting given her mother.

Annabelle doesn't really have any other quirks with her style, when it's casual day she tends to wear regular clothes, jeans and the like, though if she's not going to have a busy day she'll just as easily pick a sundress because those make it easy and comfy to just lay on the grass and let the day roll by. It's really the flower thing that is most identifiable about Annabelle. That is, of course, for those who only know her by sight and not by her notorious quirk that explains just why no one wants to get tutored by her.

Annabelle is an artist. So to speak. She draws. A lot. She likes to draw animals and flowers and landscapes but struggles to draw people unless they're in her unique, cartoony style. A childhood spent watching Disney movies will do that. Most days, Annabelle can be found between classes just hanging out in the grass. If she isn't sitting on the grass and drawing something, she is laying on the grass looking up at the sky which would be weird if it hadn't just become...the thing she did. In class she rarely seems to pay attention, instead doodling or looking out the window which makes people assume that she's not the brightest bulb in the box and it's their right to think that, she doesn't exactly act like someone who is in the top ten academically not just in her year but within the entire current student body. But she is.

Annabelle is smart. Like smart enough to the point where she doesn't pay attention much in class because it's not really much of a challenge for her and the way schools are taught via repetition, as soon as the teacher explains it once she's pretty much got it down pat. She doesn't brag or act like a smug intellectual because those people are just meanie bullies except they're mental bullies and not physical bullies and in some ways mental bullies are worse bullies. What Annabelle also doesn't do is contribute much in class but that's because teachers found out the hard way what happens when Annabelle is called on.

The reason no one wants to be tutored by Annabelle, apart from them maybe not knowing that she's smart, is the way she talks. While her mother only ever had ONE VOLUME AND IT WAS THIS IT WAS LOUD IT WAS ALWAYS LOUD NO MATTER WHAT, Annabelle has her own verbal quirk. She doesn't talk loudly but she does talk likethisshetalksreallyfastanditssofastthatitsreallyhardtounderstandwhatshessayingmostofthetimeespeciallybecauseshehasahabitofgoingoffontangetsthatarentrelatedtothetopicathandlikeonetimeshewasaskedaquestionabouthistorysomethingaboutawarorsomethingandannabelletookfiveminutestoanswerbecauseratherthanjustsayingtheanswerofarchdukefranzferdinandshestartedtalkingaboutotherthingsbutdideventuallysaytherightanswerbutbythatpointeveryonewasexhaustedandjustwantinghertopleasestoptalking.

It's no wonder she mostly keeps to herself. But she's happy. At least she seems to be. People look at her smile but don't see her eyes screaming for friendship.

Annabelle is the only daughter of Batman and Catwoman. Those are the names she gives her parents because her dad, Brian Helmsley, is really really smart and her mom, Parker Ashford, runs an exotic petting zoo that has many cats like tigers. There was an article about her mom once that called her 'The REAL Tiger Queen' with a byline of 'And this one didn't feed her husband to a tiger!' and that's all it took for Annabelle to call her mom Catwoman. There's often confusion as to why Annabelle goes by Ashford and not Helmsley and people assume divorce but, no, her parents are happily married and Parker Ashford is Parker Helmsley now. The answer is simple: Annabelle Ashford sounds way better than Annabelle Helmsley. Seriously. Try it. Which one rolls off the tongue better. Annabelle thought so too so she goes by Annabelle Ashford. Simple.

Technically speaking her name is Anna and her middle name is Belle, named so because her mother is a huge (well, not huge, she's only 4'11") fan of Disney princesses and cartoons and couldn't decide between Anna or Belle and went with both. Annabelle decided to just use both names because Annabelle sounds a lot nicer than just Anna. Her parents decided it might be best to put Annabelle in private education because the public school system is kind of a joke and for someone like Annabelle she might not exactly fit in, not because of her brains but because of her other quirks and a private school environment would allow her to theoretically be around people with a bit more decorum. That's the funny thing about theories though, they often are completely wrong.

No one really knows how to approach Annabelle in any way because of her dreamy, grass laying, flower wearing self combined with her rapid fire, tangent ranting method of speaking, so she mostly just sticks to specfic locations. Classroom, food, grass, library, dorm room. It's a pretty good system. Maybe she'll branch out or maybe people will finally put up with her enough to hang out. Either way, Annabelle at least has understanding parents to come home to.

Her first roommate freaked out when she saw Annabelle in what has become known as 'The Trance' which is when Annabelle listens to electronic music loudly in her headphones while focusing so intently on her studying or homework or drawing or anything to the point where the only way to get her to snap out of it is to physically remove her from her chair. Sometimes it's just best to let her finish, even if that can take hours on end.

| B E S T |
Academic Classes

| W O R S T |
Physical Education. She would rather sit on the grass than run the mile. Also it's fucked up that kids get graded for gym.

Annabelle's favorite food is french fries. She loves french fries and will have them with as many meals as possible. She's gone on record as saying that if anyone wants her to do their homework for them all she asks is they pay her in french fries because, quote "IhavemoneyIdontneedmoneywhywouldIneedmoneyjustpaymeinfriesIlikefriesandhavemoreuseforthemthanIdomoney" and there was more but she was cut off by some golden sticks of slightly salted delight. She'll even eat steak fries, she doesn't care as long as they are crispy on the outside and oh so fluffy on the inside.

In elven years she has seen the history of man unfold since what seems like an eternity
In human years she's soon to be 17.

Elves are androgynous most times but for the sake of it she identifies as a female of her species. Her species being elf.

A true elf is attracted not to specific gender but to the individual regardless.

Waiting for the Return of her King. Or Queen. Or whatever.

She's earned some money from YouTube revenue but not enough to call it an occupation.

Junior

If elves were real, and to Elf they certainly are, then they might indeed look like Elf. Her eyes are quite 'elven' which is a nice way of saying that they are wide and open and bright but it's not just her 'elven eyes' it is, in fact, her ears as well. Her ears are elven by way of being larger than average and they have a slight point to them that she claims isn't due to surgery or cosmetics but natural as a result of her heritage. It's the rest of her body that doesn't match the elven nature of her face. Elves are known to be rather lithe and often tall but Elf is on the shorter side and is rather...top heavy, to put it nicely, which clashes with the petite limber stereotype that fantasy elves so often have. And by 'on the shorter side' Elf is barely 5' even.

Elf at a glance just looks soft from her hair that sometimes looks like candy with to her aforementioned generous front section, and her arms, legs, and torso just look soft to the touch. Elf might be an elf but she's not the kind of elf who lives in trees and seems more like an elf who enjoys the sweet side of humanity by way of cakes with berries on top. As an example.

Casually, Elf likes sweaters and long sleeve clothes or one piece knee length dresses or baggy shirts that are three sizes too big and cover her from neck to knee. But always she wears sleeves. It's an Elf thing, as she says it.

Every class has that 'weird person' that doesn't really contribute much but is kind of memorable because of being weird and that's Elf. Elf makes Ally Sheedy's character in The Breakfast Club seem totally fine and normal, actually. Elf often does what is dubbed as 'fish mouthing' in class which is where makes a little 'pop pop pop pop pop' sound with her mouth by making a puckered 'o' and smacking her lips together it is, often, very distracting but she does it anyway. If that wasn't weird enough, at random times she'll just stop, pull out her phone, and move it around like its a metal detector. Elf could be walking to class, stop, pull out her phone, and suddenly be late to class by ten minutes with the only excuse of "I couldn't let it escape" with no explanation for what 'it' was. That's just how Elf is.

Yes, her name seems to actually be Elf. Teachers call her Elf. It's on her student and state I.D.. Elf is her name and elf is her reputation. She's a weirdo and some people think that makes her cool and some people think that makes her, well, a fucking weirdo. When she isn't making fish noises or finding 'it', she is reading fantasy novels. She's read Lord of the Rings enough times to be able to list the chapters in order and she can quote the movies damn near verbatim. Not the Hobbit movies, though, she didn't really like them.

Elf is Elf and people's opinion on her depends entirely on how they take that factual statement. Elf is...Elf.

Elf came to Marble Heights to get a better understanding of how humans interact. There's been whispers among her clan of potential integration between elf and man and Elf was selected to be something of a scout, something of an emissary. Because of her uniqueness even among her own people, if Elf can get along with the humans then surely cohabitation is possible. Elf has to swear not to use any elven magicks in the presence of humans; it's kind of like Harry Potter rules in that way or something. She never read those books, they're bad fantasy stories and the elves are not elven at all and also the author seems kinda like a bad human.

Elf doesn't really talk about her clan because she says it's forbidden to talk about the elven world to humans right now, but she has let slip that she's not from this particular area and comes from a more rural place with more trees, but that doesn't really narrow it down. She's never been among the clouds because 'Elves do not fly' but heat doesn't seem to bother her since she wears sweaters and long sleeves even in the warmer west coast weather. To know Elf's history is an ordeal and sometimes she'll start talking about it but it's very clearly the story of Legolas or Arwen or something that is clearly from Warhammer or Warcraft or some other property involving elves.

Elf is Elf and that extends to her history.

Unbeknownst to her classmates, or maybe some do if they're keen and savvy, Elf has an ear for music and specifically making her own songs or remixing others. The 'it' that she can't let escape is sounds. Not like instruments, but the sound of life. A car speeding down the street, the hum of electric displays, footsteps marching in an irregular beat, the sounds of life. Of living. Many of her custom mixes are her taking those sounds she records in her daily life and turning them into beats and melodies. She specializes in turning life into music. If she isn't reading fantasy novels, chances are she's either getting sounds or making mixes, remixes and music. She'd very much like to d.j. school events but so far they deny her because she's not in a band or anything. It sucks but sometimes humans just don't understand. Still, Elf loves music and is always hearing the rhythm in every day life. Even conversations can be quite sonically pleasing. It just takes the right ear and Elf certainly has experience there.

| B E S T |
Music
European History
Literature

| W O R S T |
Math
Science

Her social media handle is 'ElfOnDeck' and on her YouTube and Soundcloud she posts her mixes and remixes. She doesn't care about view count, so long as at least one person hears it she's happy.

Sixteen // November 28th

Female.

Polyaramous Bisexual.

Single.

Overall, Erin is busy focusing on her photography skills. However, she's looking to broaden her horizons with a new club, or perhaps even a sport. Volleyball has really sparked her interest.

Junior.

Hair: Blonde || Mid-back length and straight || Usually left free falling or pulled up into a bun. Erin doesn’t focus on her hair that much.
Eyes: Ocean Blue
Height: Five feet, ten inches.
Body Type: A thin hourglass shape. Erin has long legs, tanned skin from being outdoors a lot, and just enough booty to make you look.
Clothing Style:
Uniform: Erin typically dresses in the jacket and stockings combo for school, her skirt shortened to that perfectly flirty length. She tends to wear flats on most days, but will wear heels every now and again. Her accessories include multiple golden rings on each hand, and a golden necklace with her name on it. She also wears earrings. Erins makeup while at school is typically just mascara and lipgloss.
Casual: On casual days, Erin is damn near always seen in jeans. Her closet is full of skinny jeans and denim shorts, most of which are high waisted. For footwear, Erin loves hiking boots and Vans. Her selection of tops is all over the place, and on most casual days she goes barefaced.
Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Both of her earlobes are pierced. She also has a helix piercing in her right ear, and her belly button is pierced as well. She leaves the jewelry out of her bellybutton piercing the majority of the time. All of these piercings were parent approved.

Most people who have met Erin describe her as being like a puppy. She’s inviting, gives out compliments like candy, and is always eager to please. She’s nearly always cheerful, and tends to look on the brighter side of things. Erin floats around the school grounds taking pictures of everyone and everything - sometimes capturing things she doesn’t intend to. Erin is the sort of person that has a heart of gold, and treats others the way that she wants to be treated.

Erin is loyal to a fault, and always tries to see the best in people. This often lands her in some very sad and sticky situations when people turn out to not be who she thought that they were. Erin has a very hard time telling people no, and is known to be very trustworthy. Erin often finds herself harboring peoples secrets, and has never leaked anything to anyone unless someone was in danger. Much like her father, Erin is corny, and always has a pun up her sleeve. Erin also gets her compassion and caring nature from her father, and does her best to spread the love.
But do not be fooled by her good side.

Erin also has a badass for a mother, and learned things over the years from her as well. Erin gets her bluntness from her mother, but she tries to word things in a friendly manner. Her mother is also determined and confident - two other things that translated well into Erin’s personality. Her mothers flirtatious and sexual side also transferred over. Of course, the one thing that it seems all the children in the Blake family inherited from their mother is her temper.

It takes a lot to push Erin to her limit, as she’s a very patient, kind, and forgiving person. But piss her off one good time, and you’ll find yourself pinned up to a wall while those blue eyes start to look more like flames.

15, January 25th

Female

Single, but always mingling.

Skipped a grade in elementary school, so a Junior.

One look at Addie, and it's obvious that she knows she's hot stuff. There's an ever present sashay to her walk, turning every hallway into a runway. Her light brown hair is always professionally done with blonde highlights, loosely curled into picture perfection. Makeup is a must-have, in all occasions. There's no such thing as casual when Addie is around. When she's not trying to make the uniform as flattering as possible, Addie's style can best be described as luxurious, but functional. She does her best to say "I'm rich as fuck, but I'll still kick your ass," without actually saying it.

When Addie arrived at Marble Heights, she could've had it all. She had the looks, the brains, the fashion sense. None of that really mattered to her though. As far as she was concerned, she didn't need a clique to be popular, she'd do that all on her own, thank you very much. Addie found that she was much more interested in those at the bottom of the totem pole, the ones her classmates often ignored. Sure, they were pretty blown away when she sat at their table, dressed to kill, but she won them over. People know Addie now as one of the girls who simply couldn't be bothered. So long as you keep her family out of your crosshairs that is.

Everyone told Becca Helmsley that she'd be an awful mother. They didn't phrase it like that, but it was obvious that that was what they meant. Hell, maybe they were right, but anyone who knows Becca, knows that you don't tell her what she can't do. As her siblings grew their families, Becca became envious. She didn't need some boring, family life to have a kid. She was Becca Helmsley, and if she wanted to be the best, god damn parent around, she would.

Thus is the beginning of Addison Helmsley. To Becca's credit, she made good on her mission. Addison's childhood was unconventional to say the least, but not lacking in educational opportunities. Her preschool was the Helmsley Enterprises boardroom, her kindergarten a congressional office, and her teachers the men and women that bowed to her mother's will. She learned early on what power looked like, and how it could be wielded. She also learned just how boring that really was.

Becca and Addison were always close, and Becca refused to let her busy life overtake the commitment she'd made. Becca Helmsley doesn't give up, that much is certain. However, Addie could never take life half as seriously as her mother did sometimes. She wanted to go with the flow, live by her own rules. Marble Heights was the perfect place for that. Becca remembered her teenage years fondly, and while she wasn't thrilled to let her baby go (much to Addison's surprise. Her mother was kind, but affection wasn't ever her strong suit.) she felt better knowing she'd be surrounded by family.

Marble Heights suited Addison, though not in the way many assumed it would. She took to independent life easily, having been well prepared for it. Her mother had never really treated her like a child, but as an equal. Addison took quickly to the misfits and outcasts of the school, chiseling out a niche as the campus' wise old woman, despite her babyface, and the fact that she was in fact a year younger than most of her classmates.

Addie might just be one of the few truly open books at Marble Heights. She isn't one for hiding her thoughts or feelings, and it shows. She's loud and outspoken, and doesn't really care who knows it.

| B E S T |
Chemistry
| W O R S T |
English (She's not failing, she just has a B)

18, born August 21

Female

Pansexual

Single

Student. She has no desire to work at the moment.

Senior

Indy looks like the typical girl you would see lounging on a California beach in the middle of the day. Her hair has been bleached blonde partially by the sun and partially by... well, bleach. Her moss green eyes turn almost teal when gazing at her beloved ocean with the sun reflecting off it. She stands 5'6", but makes her presence felt with her toned, slim body. She has both her earlobes pierced, as well as a daith piercing on her left ear.

When informed her new school had uniforms, Indy was not pleased as uniforms were not her forte. She had the luxury of being able to wear what she wanted whenever she wanted, so she did her best trying to work with what she had. She's never had to do a tie, so it's worn rather loose, and the skirts are not comfortable, so her black stockings come up to mid-thigh to minimize contact. She does take luxury with her rotation of earrings and occasional headbands, but that's all she can do with the limited time she's had to assess the situation.

On casual days, Indy sticks with what's comfortable. Shorts that rarely come down to mid-thigh, tank tops for warm days, jean jacket over the tank top on slightly cooler days. Her jewelry collection is impeccable given her travels around the worlds, and she will rotate necklaces and earrings depending on where her mood takes her.

Indy hasn't had a chance to stay in one spot for too long to make friends, so she is an unknown quality. She did have a brief stay in the Bay Area when she was 12, while her mom was lecturing at Cal-Berkeley, but the year after, she was whisked away again. It's made her reticent when it comes to trusting others because she had no clue whether it was going to last past eight months before she was on the move to a new locale. She's anticipating rumors and hearsay given she's fresh meat, but she's got a strong streak of self-reliance that no academy is going to crush. Especially not with her goal of being completely done with school so close. So she'll use the air of mystery in her favor. At least for now. Maybe something else will happen that will convince her she needs to abandon this lone wolf streak to survive. After all, no woman is an island, especially not in the sea.

Nicola Diane Adams was born in Cape Town, South Africa, the first and only child born to June and David Adams, married marine biologists who were studying sharks of the coast of the Cape of Good Hope at the time. She didn't get the chance to stay long enough to develop a local accent, as her parents' study ended when she was two. This began a pattern. Her parents would return to their home base in New Jersey for a brief period of time after a research period ended, but they wouldn't stay in Princeton for long before heading off to another location for a study. Nicola, or Indy as she was known by thanks to the South African pronunciation of her initials, went along for the ride as her parents traveled from Nova Scotia to Chile, Japan to Turkey, experiencing a bevy of cultures from around the world. However, one thing was constant: She was most comfortable on the beach.

Her parents handled most of her schooling given that she couldn't be expected to keep pace while switching from Spanish to Arabic to French to Australian, so her free time while one or two of her parents were busy with field work was to just lounge on the beach when she was younger, and indulge in beach bum culture when she got old enough to appreciate it. She seemed to be doing well enough with the courses that her parents didn't mind her spending her time on whatever sand they happened to be nearest to. Of course, Indy got better at hiding some of the other things she did while her parents were out on their boats, or giving late-night lectures. Until her junior year in Sydney, when her marks started slipping and a stash of Victoria bottles was found on the shores that Indy was known to frequent. Unsure what to do, June and David decided to take advantage of the offer that David had to become a tenured professor at Cal-Berkeley and try to settle their daughter down at one of the highly-rated local schools in the area.

Indy didn't take kindly to the news. Yeah, California was great the year that she had spent there before, and her brief time in school with other children her age helped cement Cali as one of her preferred places to live, but the more she heard about Marble Heights, the more certain she was that she wasn't going to fit in. Uniforms? Dorms? No nearby ocean without shuttles? This was not going to work. But she had just one year left. One year and she could then do whatever she wanted. Go back to Australia, or South Africa or anywhere that didn't have any uniform other than what was comfortable on the beach. That was the goal. She just has to figure out how to survive this year at the academy.

Her relationship with her family was better before her enrollment. Now? Now it's a bit strained. She hasn't answered any calls since arriving at Marble Heights. She's also not that hard to figure out once people actually get to know her. She made friends very easily in the past. It's just a matter of if she wants to do that in this final lap of her grade school career.

| B E S T |
English
History

| W O R S T |
Math
Science

Her room is decorated with artifacts acquired from her stops around the world, including a taiko drum, a boomerang, and various photos with sharks and other marine activity. Her beach bum photos are locked away elsewhere.

17, October 30

Female

Bisexual

Single

Junior

Whitelisted video - Title: "I'm so happy I can't go to jail yet."

Published video - Title: "I travelled 300 miles to meet a stranger."

Published video - Title: "I never do anything stupid ever."

Archived clips - "1809170521.mp4"

Archived clips - "1811271059.mp4"